1645h
Just before tea-time my PC mouse pointer went suddenly on the fritz, it barely moving in response to my efforts. So.. we play the clean-the-mouse games, where I take it apart, clean the inner surfaces, and put the insufferable thing back together again. Not that I was allowed to see how it was put together, as the trackball housing suddenly lept out and landed on the desk, and I didn't see it happen, even right in front of me and in my visual field. This is how it goes now; things move by telekinetic fuckery and I get my cognition screwed with so I don't see what actualy happened. But it seemed that the minimal cleaning demand "fixed it", despite crumbs inside that resisted picking up. And the Googone cleaner got coated on some parts, the desk and my hand. Again, that will likely convey some advantages of the "ether fuckers", as there is supposedly a separate chemical ether, which when perturbed, interacts with other ethers.
All very complicated, but there is no question that the perps like to have a chemical vapor in the air or around me in controlled circumstances. The bleaching of face cloths and hand towels isn't yet allowed, as they have me use some spot cleaners instead. I see my mother was doing some bleaching last weekend, so maybe they are researching with her abettance.
Said mouse problems suddenly erupted when I wanted to look up my brother's flight online, having just "found" the site named flightlite.com. After I keyed in his airline, and then waited extra long minutes for a response to my search, the mouse suddenly went on the fritz. Just another example of the assholes at work; set me up and jerk me around.
And a 1000h get-up for a 9 hour sleep last night, and they did let me sleep within 30 minutes of getting into bed, a rarity this week. Last night they had me intrigued with recategorizing some of my bookmarks while listening to Neko Case, as these are the only WAV files I have on this PC, and Windows Media Player doesn' recognize the FLAC files I created. But the perps did screw me over "thinking" that the Windows Media Player missed these files, when in fact I formerly knew what the problem was as they jerked me around in the same way two weeks ago. And somehow, I "forgot" yet again.
A near shut-in Saturday today, only venturing out to attend to the laundry, and get riled up again as some white lint somehow descended on the seven black garments when there was no plausible cause, when in the washing machine. And since these are the syntheic fabric garments that I don't put in the dryer, this infernal lint sabotage stays on the garment unless I attempt to pull it off with my fingers. And lo, if my perp abetting mother doesn't phone when putting the wet synthetic garments on the drying rack to thereby protract the process and get that EMF spewing telephone reciever to my ear.
2305h
Tonight's music ripping finally got going, compared to the impediments yesterday.
Plenty of sirens today, and even the fire department came out next door timed when making lunch. These are yellow trucks for the City of Victoria, and I suppose that has been long worked out for perp color stalking purposes. The perps like to have separate color exposures and then bring them together, say, yellow and red clothed gangstalkers next to them. Back in 2006 to 2008 when I was doing the exercise program, the red fire truck of the Oak Bay fire department would often sit outside the bay windows to be seen when I was exercising. And if I was away from the windows, why, the fireman would come around with his clipboard (having sat in the red fire truck for some time), and peruse (gangstalk) me when deeper inside. And so it goes; combinations and permutations and spatial juxtapositions of kinds, colors, and variants of everything and seeming everybody in this gangstalk town.
Enough of the retread theme, and off earlier for a bath, and expose myself to where the new facecloth was soaking earlier today, cleaning up the bloodstains the assholes put on it this morning.
Saturday, February 05, 2011
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That's what I figured the perps were doing to me, to fake the home invasions. I had the notion that they were using some sort of tech to move things around the house, to mimic the classic gangstalking maneuvers of perps coming inside the house, moving things around, and then leaving. It left me feeling violated. One anomaly that stood out was when I would wake up after a couple of hours, and then the light in the kitchen above the sink would be on, and on mid-brightness, when I swore I turned it off before going to bed. Also, shoes were moved in such a way that they had a "V" shape to them, almost every pair. And also, the books on the table were stacked in a circular pattern after I would wake up from a nap. They were staggered a certain way, and I thought perps were coming in and re-arranging and doing all of this. Then I had the thought they can do all of this remotely, with their electromagnetic/gravity-defying stunts at some control panel somewhere. And of course, they had me tearing up everything in the house to look for hidden spy cameras. Then I realized, they could use my eyes themselves as video cams, and can see things through my eyes.
It seems the perps had me going on a wild goose chase after a while, after reading about how gangstalking involves such gaslighting tactics as home invasions, and moving things around the house when asleep or away. I also read about how perps come into your home and install hidden bugs, to monitor and record audio and/or video for surveillance. At some point, the perps planted the notion they can do all of these without any human assistance, and that I can be surveilled anyplace, anywhere at any time without any bugs, implants, or humans moving things around. Also, they planted the notion that they don't need implants in order to read thoughts, plant thoughts, or mess with sleep patterns, or dreams.
I saw some people on areyoutargeted.com were refuting your statements that the cars were parked in a certain color scheme along the street. But I have seen them do that to me, with my own eyes. They seem to have a pattern of vehicle colors of definite shades, either convoying past me, or parked somewhere. And if I dared "peek" on a webcam somewhere, they'd have a particular color car parked near the webcam, in front of a certain store of interest. I suppose the certain store combined with the make and color of vehicle was supposed to convey a subliminal.
I definitely believe that, as their operation is huge, and they spare no expense at dispatchng gangstalkers of certain characteristics. For example, last night, they had some young boy, around age 11 or so, come in, with white pants on. Then, they had a tough dyke looking chick come in, with a crew cut. And she looked like a female version of the boy that came in. But she was fuller-bodied, whereas the boy was thin, and older, of course. So she was supposed to be a transgendered adult version of the boy that came in, according to their mind games.
Really, I don't think any of these asshole gangstalkers are tough: they just remind me of puppets or sheeple. I always get harassed at one particular gas station. At this gas station, there was a robbery about 2 months back, and I believe it must have been arranged and staged by the perps with the cops' involvement. One kid told me the guy who robbed it looked exactly like him. Hence, the cops searched all of his belongings. Sounds like the kid must've been framed up by the perps for part of their games. And I never got harassed there as hard as now until after the place was robbed at gunpoint. Now, the perps are using that as a excuse to have me harassed, under the guise that well they are harassing everyone now because of the robbery. But I know that's just more excuses by the perps to have me harassed there by shills and operatives who happen to be getting gas when I walk by. Hence, the harassment when I am passing the vacant funeral home across the street.
So maybe that is the perps' fascination: me passing the funeral home warrants harassment via yelling and noises from fuckwits getting gas. But they always time their harassment to when I'm passing the now vacant funeral home. Now I realize as I writing this that the energies trapped there from all the years of cadavers and visiting friends are of interest to the perps. So in order to do that, they need to have a spike in my mental energies via the yelling harassment.
That sounds like they're using something like remote desktop. I used to use VNC, a variant called WinVNC, to view a windows desktop from a unix machine. You'd basically run a VNC server on the machine whose desktop you want to control. Then, you can see the desktop on the remote machine, and move the mouse pointer around, click on things, etc. I noticed that the mouse pointer would move by itself on the actual remote machine, if both were in the same room. So there could be a VNC service running on your Windows box.
I just installed Windows PowerShell 2.0 on my Vista and XP Home machines, and I can use that to find what's running. For example, there is a "ps" command under PowerShell, which lists all running processes, like under unix. Well, I did that, and I could see a process called "SearchIndexer" running on my Vista machine. That must have been what causes so much hard drive activity when first booted. I know Task manager has a process lister, but PowerShell's commands are much more powerful. So you might want to see if you have something like VNC server running, or something like PC Anywhere could be running without your knowledge.
I couldn't figure out the term before, but the purpose of the verbal harassment while passing the funeral home: I figured it was to create a spike in "evoked potentials" within the brain, which would then make it easier for them to monitor me remotely, so they can pick up the energies of the vacant funeral home.
Answer to: I saw some people on areyoutargeted.com....
I haven't seen the comments, but it is interesting to know that they don't send them to me to explain/refute. (I might send them even more pics, and we can't have that now, can we?) Thanks again.
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I don't get many things moved in my absence, certainly not to the level of a faked home invasion. Only once did this happen, and that was the eve of their high-tech invasion, making me "think" it was a police raid for evidence at the time. Thanks for the comments.
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I am not sure what the perps do to govern my PC in realtime, but one can assume it is absolute. Once, when doing some cable replacement with a working PC, I started up the PC with the side panel off and it booted up fine, and as soon as Windows started up they crashed it. I next started up with the side panel on, and it booted normally into Windows. Which suggests, that they didn't have the level of control they wanted with the side panel off, so they immediately crashed it. This was in 2003, and I reckon they want to control my total visual field and if they couldn't with the side panel off and presenting a different EMF signature, they would rather shut me down. Thanks for the comments.
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The perps like to invoke the same feelings and thoughts as others that would ordinarily be at the funeral home for a funeral. I suppose they wanted a replication from you while in the vicinity for remotely applied comparative purposes. I got to attend what I suspect was a fake funeral with Ms. C back in 2003, her mother passed away in between two US Border Patrol refused admissions, They wouldn't let me in a month prior, then they did for the funeral and having me remove fragile items from my apartment back to Canada, and a week or so later they wouldn't let me in again, at two different border crossings. Funny how that worked out, and of course, a gimme as to what really transpired IMHO. Thanks for the comments.
Why do they like to sit in parked cars at the oddest hours? Like I'm coming home from work on a late weeknight, on my quiet street, thinking I'm by myself, and someone is just sitting in the dark in a parked car?? Then I feel their eyes on me and sure enough they are looking at me all the way as I walk by.
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I don't know for sure, but it seems that there is something for the perps to gain from both moving and stationary vehicles, and in the latter case, there is less total energetic variance (assessed remotely) with the driver/Fuckwit in the drivers seat, seeming to be doing nothing. Before they went overt in 2002, I would pull into a suburban supermarket parking lot to get my groceries for the week, and there were all these dudes hanging around in their vehicles in the parking lot. I couldn't figure it out, as it wasn't the usual place for drug deals (as far as I know, I am not an expert). Now, having been hounded and harassed for over eight years, and talking to many other TI's, it is very common for the Fuckwits to both sit in parked vehicles at length for no seeming purpose, and of course, to have them also participate in mobile vehicular gangstalking. I reckon for a chosen subset of Fuckwits, possible selected based on vehicle ttpe and color, they have them gangstalk while parked, and will sometime later have them participate in mobile vehicular gangstalking, likely in many locations and travelling in different directions. Thanks for the comments.
I have one neighbor who sometimes sits outside when it's dark or too dark to see after sunset. A couple of days ago, he was outside his house, and there were no lights on, i.e., porchlight, and he was very quiet and still and smoking. In the fall, he repeated the same stunt, except he was sitting in a chair outside his house. His posture was "bad" both times, too. The time he was in a chair, he was litteraly crammed under an overhang on his front stoop, just sitting there in the dark, not moving. The latest time, he was slightly hunched over (bad posture). It's like he was trying to be all sneaky and blend in to the surroundings in the dark. I'm left to assume the perps want to see if I can detect hidden "danger", that is, detection abilities, when the person is well-blended in dim or no lighting.
And after the latest stunt he pulled, further on down the street, I saw some stealthy fuckwits sneaking over a fence in the dark. They were taking a shortcut through the playground, but after 8PM when it was totally dark. One of them was smoking, just like the other one earlier, and I notice he left a cigarette butt in front of my house as he walked up the street.
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Sundown is a big time for perp games; they tell me there is a shift in one's color perception from the retinal cones in daylight to rods at night time (link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cone_cell). They also like to put plenty of red colors at this time, and was reminded of that on the bus ride back into downtown today from farm work.
That hunched over posture, which I call the "crapping pose", flexes the spine extra longer, and a big part of perp games is also spine flexing and twisting. (Gives off energy).
And there is the butt sucking, aka, cigarette smoking. That brown tobacco in white paper near their face, and too, being lit, is a "space time ripper" according to JK Harms' dissertations in the science section of the links.
Yeah, that's what I was thinking when I first saw this pose, back in 2001. I see variations of this, like for example, a Nerd pose, where some nerds would walk with their heads kind of dangling downward. Except, these are "faux Nerds", and most of the time it looks somewhere between a Nerd and crapping pose.
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