1620h
Nothing but male banter and shouting since I got back from the First Feral Family house after a morning of digging up plants in the backyard and transplanting them elsewhere. The noisescape was duly increased in suburbia too; four STRATCOM bombers, followed by private aircraft then the landbourne noises of motorcycles, hot rod mufflers, performance mufflers and heavy duty vehicles. Sometimes serially, a motorcycle noise immediately followed by a loud muffler noise, and then a heavy duty vehicle noise and then repeat the cycle. As I have said many times on this blog, the perps cannot get enough noise abuse in whenever I am handling plant material; from weeding, to digging up and transplanting to soil removal from the root ball and on it goes. Way back when in high school I was on a parks program, room and board and $5/day in 1971 in Garibaldi Park at 4500' elevation, and we dug sods up on a new trail route and carried them on stretcher-like carriers to vegetation stripped areas to abate the fragile alpine regeneration there. And here we are pounding the ceiling and having male shouting going on as I write this, as it seems even thinking about or writing about these same events of this morning's noise barrage begets extra noise too. And it is a Monday, the return from the First Feral Family house visitation, when the perps go extra beserk and insane over what ever they expect to gain. It is plain fucking abusive as it is relentless.
1915h
More male banter and shouting eruptions, heard through my earmuffs and then a strobing light "reflection" off the adjacent residential tower, previously noted and photographed on this blog. This time it strobed and flickered, not just the constant "in the beam", one that unerringly finds my apartment from three different buildings over the course of an afternoon and evening. Now, to complement the voice noise, overhead pounding has also erupted. And constant plasma lighting on this LCD screen for the last few hours, changing the greyscale over the LCD in select places, usually in the form of vertical and/or horizontal bands, sometimes even shadowing text with a yellow background band, invariably on the text line I am reading of course. How would they know that?
2200h
A faux job "offer", adroitly timed by email when I was away at the First Feral Family house yesterday afternoon. The email asked if I would like to start "tomorrow", meaning today, and of course I missed it entirely. I phone earlier tonight and the person said he hired every one he needed to today. Like WTF; no phone interview, an offer by email (sort of) on a Sunday for work the next day, and then all for naught. Bizarre, and staged of course.
And the Canada Post Office is back to their unusual tricks of not putting a notice in my mailbox as to a parcel delivery today. I got to find out by way of the online tracking number that it is delivered to an address on the notice. Isn't that clever, making a reference to something I didn't recieve, and in the process, defying their basic practice of notification of parcels, by not putting anything in my mailbox. Is this the fourth or fifth time in the last year they have pulled this off? More bizarre stuff IMHO.
The overhead pounding and clunking settled down about an hour ago. And the assholes added a whole body zapping while one horrendous thundering pounding noise came on. And have I mentioned how much I hate getting zapped on this blog? At least a dozen times or more, and it leaves me in a mighty pissed off state for the rest of the evening.
And what is with the "red testing"? I am getting momentary red plasmic blotches on things in greater quantity, this LCD display being one that is constantly befouled with this kind of jerkaround. Then when cleaning the dishes at dinner I get a momentary red blotch on the whitish bristles of the dishes cleaning brush in peripherial vision which immediately got my attention, enough to swear at them. Then again, some two hours later when cleaning the dishes for tea-time, the assholes did the same thing, adding a momentary red blotch to the dishes brush again in the identical location. Another round of swearing at the assholes. I got plenty of extra red vehicle convergence when driving into downtown today, at least six vehicles surging into or out of view at one glance. I suppose after all the years of adding red blotches on this LCD screen, and red web pages too, the perps were looking for how I detect "normal" (created by them of course) red flashes from anomalous red flashes. I don't know, nor do I care, and nor should any fucking insane organization should be using me to find out. NOT MY PROBLEM, so why am I involved in this utterly sick abusive netherworld that amounts to total awareness containment and life-rape?
And when getting the bus yesterday, why, they put on their finest noise to accompany the arrival of the bus, me getting on, and paying my fare. That noise is, of course, the most loathed one of all, a Harley Davidson motorcycle, putting on its ripping best noise to lead the bus into the bus stop. And lo, if they didn't put a red vehicle behind it with an ill-maintained muffler that was a harmonic of the motorcycle's noise. Never has a single city had so many bad or loud mufflers in all of human endeavor, save perhaps, third-world countries, though I don't know for sure, never having much scratch for travelling. The perps went muffler noise silly in late 2006 or early 2007 and haven't let up yet. And sometimes there is no muffler causing vehicle passing by, just the added noise. One such event today was the buzzy Vespa scooter noise that "happened" as I was crossing from kitchen to desk, and have a view out to the street. I ask the assholes out loud "where is it?" (the Vespa), and what do I get to see instead? Three same red vehicles converging, passing each other on the street and no Vespa whatsoever. So here we are, nine years later of this intense fulltime abuse, and they arrange scooter noise as a set up for me to look down and see three same red sedans below. All for a two second long glimpse out the window as I was crossing the floor of my apartment, a whole 7' of distance. Such is how tightly they coordinate my existence and all things they deem I need to see, and to what ridiculous ends.
Thats the blog posting for today, as the typo sabotage is getting out of hand.
Monday, April 18, 2011
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Been getting a lot of "old guys" in the gangstalking act. One older guy, 70's, was slowly putting out his recyclables as I was making my way up the road by vehicle. One former student of mine, 78 years young, stopped, shook my hand, talked to me. Probably not gangstalking related, though. Funny how I was getting a lot of 70's to early 80's gangstalkers in my proximity all day. Also, saw a late 60's type, full head of completely gray hair, stooped over by his vehicle, as I was passing. Then a guy around that age range was saying "old man" as I was passing by. For some reason, they need to have elderly types talk about the concept of "old man" around me. Mainly it's guys doing it.
I suspect those "geriatrics", as you refer to them, have some sort of innate psychic ability they want to measure around us, as they are closer to death than we are, and they must have some sort of aura that is clearly different than a much younger person. I suspect they are a lot like children, they have some sort of different psychic energy than "normal" people.
They had guys with big bellies walking around the mall today. I suspect they are mall walkers, but I was told the "real" mall walkers get there around 8AM before the stores open at 10AM. What makes this suspect is the big belly acts were looking at me, very intently, kind of staring, as they passed. I suspect having such an unfavored act staring is conveying something. Then, I see this young woman, who keeps cropping up (around 20 or so). She's doing this "pulling up her pants" act as I walk past, standing fully erect while doing her pulling up the pants act.
Interesting: another rejection by a recruiter. I was told I lack experience for a job in a far-away town. Maybe that's good, because I really didn't want to move anyways. I haven't been working in my field since 2004. Instead, they have me teaching one class per semester. Underemployed, and trying to keep my head above water.
Interesting, now I have a group of Mexican gangstalkers that turn up in various places. Interesting, because they just happened to be in one town, for example, where I was eating. I got the full "conversation" bit, the typical thing they like to do with the laughing and lounging around. Now, more than a month later, I saw them again, but in the mall where I was shopping, and it's 20 miles from where I saw them last. It seems like just aren't guys who happen to be Mexicans: they are a gangstalking group from the ethnic group. I guess the perps wanted me to be around that ethnic group, skin color, and also the broken English accident are of interest to the perps as well. Again, I have nothing against the Mexicans. Just noting I have a group of them showing up in various places. This time, they were lounging near the fountain. Imagine that. Of all places... a fountain.
Another aspect that's odd about having a Mexican gangstalking group is, the population is almost 99% European around these parts, and yet somehow, they manage to put together a group of foreigners. It's so odd, because they were the "real deal", and they weren't any different from normal population Americans that gangstalk me: just they had the accent and I'd expect to see such a group in Arizona or Texas, but not in a small area like this. This area was big on coke and coal and also farming back in the day. I'm surprised there aren't more African Americans gangstalking me. I did see a rough looking dude, like he came from the 'Hood at the mall, but he looked friendly. I guess the perps have these rough types, gangster types, like someone you'd find from the Crips or Bloods, come gangstalk me.
I believe the perps assemble these groups, and have them move over to small towns where TI's reside to do gangstalking duty. I bet they even lured them from a state with a heavy concentration of Hispanics, and paid them well to move over here and play the role of "shoppers" for gangstalking duty. Interesting how this comes so soon after seeing a story about a Mexican family on the news.
Then I had a couple, young male female, and when they passed me, the male did the "ass-slapping" bit on his girlfriend, and the girlfriend did a playful yell in response. I know that was deliberate, and the dude knew to spank his gf as soon as they got beside me. I guess the perps are into measuring my neural response to public ass-slappings.
Answer to: Been getting a lot of "old guys"...
I get the elder dudes (aka geriatrics) quite often, especially with big guts and/or big hats. Certainly hair color is part of the perp games, and too, with their bio-accumulated ... fill in the blank (from pollutants, to natural physiologic processes and neural changes), there must be some telltale energetic signatures from this demographic group. In my case, if I was abused by Dr. Ewan Cameron in Montreal in the late 1950's, I would have subconscious traumatization associations with this elder male look. Maybe they have these "elder dude" flushes for TI's without traumatization associations (like yourself I assume), so they can compare their energetic interaction to mine. Who knows, they could even send the same elder dudes to visit you as with me, even at the same respective time of day with the advantage of time zones and their facile level of teleportation capabilities. Other neural changes such as an average of losing 13% of one's dopamine every ten years after the age of 40 (recalling a statistic from some years ago, hoping it is still accurate) has a profound change to one's neural energetic signature, and is different for the many hundreds of neural pathways that exist. After studying up on ADD (dopamine deficiency when young), one realizes there can be significant changes to neural development and function if this neurotransmitter is deficient (one tenth of one gram in the brain apparently. Thanks for the comments.
Answer to: Interesting: another rejection by a recruiter....
The job search for me has reached almost absurd proportions, as they won't let me look for a week, then it is full on looking for a few days, then off, and they keep it cycling for months now, just changing the cycle time. Only last week the new employment counsellor gave me a significant format change to use on my resume (nine years of no IT work), and here the two prior employment counsellors said nothing, even if I did address the work gap problem directly. So here we have three years of looking with a sub-optimum resume format, under the guidance of two employment counsellors. Then there is the perps direct obstruction of messing me around by not having me do any career preparation or reading when I have all kinds of time to do so. Then too, I am allowed to get a good book on UML business analysis and haven't read it for over six months. Either the perps have a very long (like four or more years) ramp-up plan for me to do IT work, or else they are obstructing me but keeping the notion in play. I am totally mystified as to what their game plan is around an IT career for me. There have been about six one-time IT expressed interest events/conversations by recruiters and yet they never go anywhere. Now that my Oracle 11g training is a year old, it is looking like another training update might be needed next year. Other career themes that they have floated, and have consistently done so for some years now, is horticulture (or viticulture as part of it), and oilfield drilling (nowhere near here). However, these career thems are supported by the perps exposing me to landscape weeding and planting jobs, and also to soil and rock profiles, especially very deep foundations for high rise buildings. Go figure.
Answer to: Interesting, now I have a...
The Mexican farm laborers are a demographic they like me to be exposed to, even work with like last year. Skin color has something to do with it, as does hearing speech (Spanish) but not processing it. And just when I wanted to get to know them better and learn a little Spanish, and have a phrase book and English-Spanish dictionary to help me out, I got laid off at that farm last year along with the rest of the gringos, because the raspberry crop was over. Again, with all this spare time I have, has there been any permitted effort to learn Spanish? No. So does this mean the perps have a protracted multi-year plan for me to learn Spanish under greater mind-controlled circumstances, or just another one of their spiteful jerkarounds? I don't know at this point. Thanks for the comments.
Answer to: Then I had a couple...
I get the young couple gangstalkers sometimes. My theory for my circumstances is that if I was abused during the recall deleted years from age 2 to 5, the predominant abusers in clinical or military situations would of been men back then in the late 1950's. I have heard of horses that were ill-treated by males, and they get very upset to be around males from then on due to their traumatization associations. Having the dude (normally a threat in a one on one encounter) in a close and playful situation with an attractive female seems to confer, as far as the perps are concerned, some kind of redemptive properties to the dude. In the case of blondes, for whom this strategy is very apparent in my circumstances, I have called it "co-opting blonde auric goodness", (attractive female blonde- very Favored). Not a convincing explanation, but at this time, the only one I have. Thanks for the comments.
So what is it about the color red that the perps seem to use it so much? They had gangstalkers wearing not only red, but pink as well, of all colors.
Answer to: So what is it about the color red...
In my situation I suspect there are subconscious traumatizations in the years, aged 2 to 5, that they deleted from my recall. They also tell me that I have traumatizations in utero, and red is a predominant color then. And the usual caveat in the latter instance, coming from the those who manage the deception plan as much as the master plan. Also, given that we mortals have red blood coursing through us in various organs that are of differing colors, I suspect this represents a major problem for the perps to do their remote energy assays. (They manage all colors and lighting conditions around me to an extreme level). Thanks for the comments.
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