Saturday, June 08, 2013

Lights On, Off and Other

Day two of my new abode, a small house on a lot with a larger residential house, where the landlords live. It it most strange that the perps have me free of noxious, loud and room shaking neighbors as they haven't allowed this even in concrete towers, as there have been many instances of 12" of concrete and steel shaking "from" a tenant above. And the last residence, an over-winter in a much smaller motel suite was rife with room vibrations, outside coughing and hacking, and yacking neighbors at all hours of the night, sometimes a woman-only griping shift at 0500h from both the N and S neighbor on the same morning.

So what do the perps do instead? Apart from residential neighborhood noise of large pickups and hotrods and HD motorcycles, why, they fuck with the lights. I was moved to put in four LED light bulbs as I cannot stand compact flourescent bulbs.

Then I put in three new 50W MR16 halogen bulbs in the overhead light, which was working and it suddenly conked out only a few minutes ago after starting up this PC for blogging. This was to be the light for the living room (half the suite) and I will be screwed (so to speak) until I get the problem fixed. If it is like many low volt halogen lighting units, the transformer suddenly quits, and new ones cannot be found as a new (same quality) light is cheaper.

What is it about low-volt lighting systems that causes the perps to take them out with such regularity? This "problem" goes back at least 25 years, and included a $1000 Italian Aurora light with a 5lb transformer, and I never, ever, got it working right even though all who I asked said that model has never been a problem. I shipped it back to Montreal twice (from Victoria) to get it fixed and it still never worked for long. Never did I imagine that everyone else knew perfectly why these low volt halogen lighting follies were playing out, nor that there was an agency of malevolent intent who deemed fucking with my lighting was just another day at the office. I was so pissed with the low-volt halogen lighting hassles that I eventually went to AC halogen bulbs, even though I preferred the punchy low volt halogen`s intense white glow.

My low volt halogen lighting systems of Ikea were also routinely sabotaged up until the perps went overt in 2002. This was a two wire trapeze, and the lights would individually click all of a sudden. Then the bulbs started going on me.

And the third round of lighting I dealt with in this second day of residency is the bathroom globe lights that were very yellow, and some not working. I got replacement ones all the same kind and power, and lo, if only one worked of this bar of four. Then I turned the non-functional ones in and lo, if a second bulb didn't work. I had dinner, repeated the exercise, and then a third one worked. And about two hours into the evening, and after reading wine books that I re-discovered in my boxes, I visit the bathroom again, and lo, if the fourth and last bulb didn't work after I somehow "found" a little more to screw-in . Seems like a progressive and incremental non-consensual human subject experiment on the effects of each bulb to me. But like I have said many times, they have been at this covertly for 47 years (unwitting TI), and then went into overt-berserk mode (as an aware TI) for 11 years now. They aren`t going to stop anytime soon.

And they were preparing me for this, as the lighting in the prior motel residence was also failing; two new 40W incandescent bulbs, one 60W incandescent bulb, and one low volt halogen lamp of a pair also went in the last four weeks there.

At this new residence, a major crud-ification of nearly every surface, especially the shower and bathroom...gross. Cleaning will be a ongoing chore for the next few weeks.

Arising from a new bed, and was awakened at least an hour early before the alarm went off at 0445h. (I was also kept from sleeping by an imposed hour or more of wakefulness).  It is a Monday, and the noise assault was on in force when I started at 0700h. The noise of power equipment all day at the adjacent vineyard while tucking and plucking shoots. Yoga afterward with the delectable pixie

The continuing Internal combustion engine noise from yesterday; string trimmers, power saws, throbby ATV, aircraft, hotrods and HD motorcycle noises in the distance. And a pattern developed; they would have a gasoline powered vehicle make a noise like an gasoline outboard engine, and lo, within a few minutes, an single engine prop aircraft would fly over with a very similar engine noise. Ditto for throbby ATV noise (erupting twice, each time after my break); an aircraft would be arranged to fly overhead with a very similar throbby engine noise.

The high altitude jets-overhead noise was also scripted in, at least 10x over the day, though not as much as last week when there had to be at least 30 overflights, or the noise thereof. Plenty of trails crisscrossing in the sky, and later artful curvilinear tweaks.

Again, dog barking was arranged exactly when cutting or pulling a vine shoot; at least three times in succession (all within 30 seconds or so).

Vineyard work; distant chain saws (odd, too late for pruning), etc. And the now daily bad muffler act again as the employees leave at 1400h, and three of four of them have ill-maintained mufflers.

Ongoing tradesman work as there are things getting repaired in this suite-house. A new heat pump installation; dudes, impact drills, vacuuming, male banter; in and immediately outside. The usual red shirts, baggy shorts to the knee, hairy male legs... etc. -thumping, banging, sawing, clunking, - just like old days, as in last week at the motel I lived in.

And mysterious teleportational packing-moving games; I was missing the Fein file and bit kit purchased in October 2012, and couldn't find it anywhere in my boxes. Not even here at the new place. So how did it "happen" that the bit kit packed in November 2012 end up inside the Fein multi-tool and box that I bought in Jan. 2013? Another one of those moving mysteries, whereby missing items show up in later acquired containers.

The perps totally purged me of knowing it was a D-Day anniversary today; even this morning's radio played the PM of the day, MacKenzie King, and I didn't have any idea why they were doing this. Not until "D-Day" was specifically mentioned by name did I know. Which is a total mind-fuck obstruction stunt, as I always knew it was this day, and recalled before anyone else.

Continued tucking and plucking vine shoots today, all day nearly save some winery activity first thing. The throbby ATV noise played out next door at the adjacent orchard. It seems they have nothing better to do than drive it around the perimeter for an hour or so, and then on the street for more coverage from a different direction. And timed for when I was starting a new row after a food break, twice. The adjacent vineyard got their mower out to make more noise, grinding and smacking rocks with it; ridiculous, as the row aisle cover was short to begin with.

A crumb inundation at my place when I got back. The electrician didn't clean up to well, so particle board crumbs (brown and white)on the counter, kettle, cupboard, stove. And once cleaned up, why, more teleported crumbs would arrive on a clean surface as by back was momentarily turned. All to crank up the infuriation level, something they also did in the vineyard, by making it seem that I put a 3/4" cut from my very sharp pruners in my hand. Somehow, no cut, and no cut glove. It would of been a gusher had the assholes cut me.

More mess to clean up, as I see the electrician used my folding chair as a step stool to install a new light after the perps fucked me into putting three 50W bulbs in the fixture that was rated for 20Wx3  I later learned. Not only was there a dusting of plaster, but the asshole didn't wipe the seat clean. This was coordinated with the fact that I used the same chair all yesterday evening, and now I have a new office chair that was spare from the vineyard. After the folding chair got cleaned, it will be of limited use until I get a breakfast table. Chair changeing, seat changing at the theatre all have been done so many times in the past, it is almost predictable.

Busy on tucking and plucking vines; I get about four rows a day done, as much shoot thinning needs to be done, as shoving the shoots in tight is a bad situation for powdery mildew. So, to tuck a shoot between the trellis wires, one must clear some leaves or extra shoots out to make space for the shoot one wants to tuck. The Vertical Shoot Positioning  (VSP) is what this trellis system is called, and is the most common in this region.

The throbby ATV noise after my two breaks (and starting a new row), but more distant than yesterday, but same impeccable timing and duration. And as I was doing an extra 30 min. of work (having ``decided`` about 10 min. earlier), why, two black fighter jets - in formation and doing a large climbing bank to the W opposite the vineyard. the roar was heard a long way off (aka, noise track). There was blackish pulsing emanations coming from each of them, per usual with any aircraft in my experience, including single engine prop aircraft which are less likely to have radar that the perps typically co-opt to source magnetic and maser pulses from. There are no aircraft fighter bases nearby, as Canada has a rather paltry air force, so what were they doing here.

Yet again, now five days in succession, dog-barking noise was arranged exactly at the moment I cut a shoot to thin it out. These dog-bark spells go for at least 30 min., and two or more a day. Amazing what tricks dogs can do, har, har.

An ant attack this morning (about 40 or so, micro-ants, so very small), and then this evening, having "forgotten" the first instance at breakfast. I was infuriated beyond comprehension as they came from nowhere, and were populating my coconut butter jar, which I threw out into the garbage with a half inch left. How the perps love me throwing out good food, and how they love stalking me with garbage trucks of every kind. And today "happens" to be garbage pick up day. All too coordinated from my perspective.

And the perp assholes were on the teleporting crumb games in conjunction with cleaning up after the micro-ants; coconut butter would arrive from 4ft away, all by itself and opposite in direction from where I was facing the kitchen counter. It has been a major crumb attack week. And I see that my black briefcase was dusted with white crumbs, another sourvenier mess from the electrician (apparently) from two days ago. The fucking pig doesn`t know a mess when he makes one.

I was allowed to remember my daughter's birthday today, in order to phone her. She phoned back later in the day when I was in the vineyard, and the reception was terrible for all the trellis wires and being near the power lines too. (Or, more like perp management, read on). Good for a sudden disconnection, as well as me wondering if she was still on the line. The perps like to disconnect phones, computers etc. as there must be some kind of neural energetic properties they are attempting to detect with the aid of electromagnetic devices. Not to mention the "what did you say?", "I thought I heard..." verbal cognition FUD games which suddenly became endemic since 04-2002.

As another example last week, I left a phone message with my landlord/lady and then I get a text message in reply (I thought) about two minutes later. So I do the texting thing and lo, if I find out that it was just "pure coincidence" that she was sending me a text about the very subject of my phone message.

New laundry games commence, as this place (moved in June 01,2013) does not have a washer or dryer. Which means no end of perp fuckery as they so do love to mess with laundry machines, make intractable stains, alter clothing colors, stop the machines in mid-cycle, steal laundry sometimes (3 same black work socks of six pairs "lost" at the last place from the washing machine alone),have foam creep out the top of the washing machine, have coin operated machines steal money etc. Even at 0900h on a Saturday morning the freaks were out; 3 of 7 customers were rude asses, sneaking in close without an "excuse me". Some 5/7 customers were tattoo-ed, and wanted me to know it, bar arms exposed. One chinese man was posted next to my washing machine when I returned, maybe 10 min. after the load was done. He wasn't seeming to be doing much, and had the partial back turn directed at me in that all to familiar double back twist; forward and to the side away from me, no matter how contrived it is. (No wonder the perps like me to do yoga). Then the walked the length of the laundromat with a red bucket for crissakes, and then returned to do fuck all again, puttering at the adjacent washing machine. Then one of my ball-capper stalkers at the last (wintertime motel) residence, he of the shades and ball cap sitting outside and smoking butt and doing squat at 0615h, "happened" to be doing his laundry there too. Such a coincidence; and did he ever come a long way fast; a new shiny Ford Ranger towing a 20' late model travel trailer with mag wheels, no less. And again, smoking butt in the doorway of his travel trailer parked in the parking lot. And here I thought he was just a shiftless elder-vagrant, as he had no vehicle at the last place and seemed to be there just to loiter. (Vagrants are one of the most used gangstalk demographic subpopulations, as they have a perfect excuse to hang around -ergo, Dallas, Nov. 22, 1963). I see the laundromat opens at 0700h, and will report on the freakshow count next week.

I will post this today, Saturday, as it wraps up another weekly cycle, even if a day earlier. Somewhere, someone, (I suspect) has got me figured out as a Sunday-posting blogger, and being a day late or day early is just too hilarious of an inconvenience for the perps (read, deranged mofo of the Fourth Reich) not to invoke.


Anonymous said...

thought I found someone that was not a perp / stalker to hang around with. / friend.

but upon explaining a few of my pet peeves that annoy me and asking them to kindly not to do these things, this mother fucker turned into super perp / gangstalker.

another fuck over

AJH said...

Answer to: thought I found someone...

Every TI's social connection level is different, but getting set up with someone who is promising and then goes weird/perp-directed is hugely disappointing. As in the "dashed expectations" Fuckover stunt. So far, anyone who has hung out with me is obviously setting me up or else directed, or else bailed out totally (e.g family, Ms. C), so it is clear to me that NO ONE is allowed to engage with me outside the very draconian perp script for highly controlled and minimal social interaction. Even friendly banter at yoga ends up with me talking to the person who is unexpectedly listening to someone else and not bothering to even say or signal anything. Fucking rude this town, just like the Victoria, BC, the Gangstalking Shithole of Canada. Thanks for the comments.

Anonymous said...

you're in luck
I kept an exercise routine, started exercising daily, and then i woke up 7cm shorter, they shrunk me down, my facial structure changed, i keep getting body fat that wont go away, and my ears seem different, as in uglier, more sharp
i get the garbage trucks too.

AJH said...

Answer to : you're in luck...

No such thing as luck, and there is little humor to be had in being harassed 24x7. But 7cm = almost 3", and that is a BIG shrinkage. Presumably your clothes didn't fit the same either, or did they modify them proportionately? I got an extra 25lb that won't go away, but all facial features, apart from new moles, were regressed to back when I was 30y.o or so, 29 years back. They haven't fucked with my ears, except for a surfeit of ear hair that arrives each night, and I pull out with tweezers. Thanks for the comments.