Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Moving Boxes and Household

I finished up two days of helping out at a move; quite the event as the oversized woman owner wasn't packed for crissakes. What might of been a 6 hours worth turned out to be 16 hours over two days. She was a supreme packrat to say the least. And she had a long tale of recent woe; one ex-husband, one deceased husband and finishing up with an ex boyfriend who drained her of her money. Hence the move, as it was a foreclosure situation.

She was to vacate by the 15th, 1200h, and we only started moving her at 1000h and hardly anything was packed. The new owner's realtor came by at 1220h to tell us this, then the owners came a few hours later and were none too pleased. This posturing standoff was escalated by the new owners calling in a locksmith to have the locks changed on all the doors. Though I assume this was booked in advance and wasn't the news that the Fat Girl (230lb) made it out to be. She also had a bad back and yet continued to pack and humpf furniture about to try and expedite matters.

On the second day, she couldn't make it until noon as she was treated at emergency for her bad back for crissakes. And yet she continued on with physical work no less, until 1700h. We weren't done then, but it was down to a few cupboards and the mounting pile of garbage that had to be dealt with.

So was all this a major spoof act; engendering sympathy (some), also found out by the buyer's realtor to be fabricating the facts about garbage disposal (then no sympathy, but instead, wariness if not disdain), then more sympathy again as she had a bad back and was seemingly in more pain in the latter stages of the day, etc. And yours truly, at a property for which ownership was transferred. The perps like to arrange the event of giving and receiving, that is, the transfer of ownership.

Back in 2006 when I gave my daughter my vehicle on her birthday, and was to do the paperwork, why, my out-of-town brother "happened" to phone just then (read, asymmetric EMF signals to the head, even if a landline).

I was obstructed the ATM with a line up of five deep, went to the other one in town, and lo, if the system was down. Similar for the second day, this woman approached the ATM beside me and then backed up from it, then went forward again and then backed up. When I looked at her suspiciously, she "explained" that the ATM was down. If it was down, why the extra back-and-forth? Bizarre public behavior by seeming normal people is nothing new.

At the former boss' winery, and what an absurdity in wine-making (not mine). He insisted on using fixed capacity drums to store his red wine in, post fermentation, and all three of them had an Acerbacter surface contamination. Meaning, 600L of wine is to be dumped. I told him to get variable capacity tanks (floating lids with sealable gasket) on all of them before the wine was made but he didn't want to get more tanks. Regular readers will know the same thing went on two years ago with the cider I made for him. Leaving an airspace in a fixed capacity tank is folly for wine or cider making, and he tried to defy the odds again, thinking that a Acerbacter contamination would not re-occur. At least I don't work for him any more, but what a way to finish up. No doubt every sparrow that falls will be assigned to me now that I don't work there anymore.

Flight from Kelowna to Victoria, nonstop, and lo, if they didn't put an negro male on the flight, after seeing a few en route and at the airport, one being a gross dreadlocks haired woman tailing me a little too often to be random. And she wasn't on the flight. Said negro male on the flight did his posing act, where he stands still, though crouching some under the overhead bins while the rest of us from the back of the aircraft file past the him. An extra yappy male behind me on the flight, also putting on the gut strut, then when we land, he shuts up for crissakes. At least they put on an attractive blonde girl opposite him. A mid-brown Asian girl was opposite me on the other side of the aisle.

I had my ass hair and back hair waxed, the first time in a year for both curiously, as I usually get the latter done before summer. So there I was, just-plucked, and out shopping downtown a few hours later.

And ever more negro gangstalking action in this larger city. After getting a red and white colored gift card at a certain well known chain as a Christmas present for my daughter, and still with the card in hand, why, a red  (same as gift card) shirted oversized negro male comes at me from the other side of the crosswalk. He isn't about to change course, so I have to. And lo, behind him, a Caucasian male in a same red jacket jacket is doing the classic perp thing of running for no particular reason, and isn't dressed as a downtown jogger. The Running Fuckwit: I cannot count how many times a week I see this obvious stupidity, but at least 10x. week in a big city, and they aren't running for a bus as there is no bus route there.

My perp-abetting mother doing the toxic waste act; walking the full sidewalk width distance away from me so all the gangstalking shit could pass between us. We have already done this countless times, but she has now increased the separation distance by another two feet. So much for the dithering dipshit act; if she was genuinely concerned about her footing (as she makes out), and genuinely concerned about finding her way back to the parkade ( a hopeless navigator), then she would be hanging onto me don't you think? But no, this extra gangstalker passing between us stunt has reached new depths of extra obviousness.

Then the next day to visit Lee Valley Tools was crowded, but not too much that I didn't have too long to wait at the checkout. They had the writhing-small-child-on-the-floor act going, just where I "happened" to arrive at the checkout counter. But what a colossal (60 or so) stakeout of gangstalkers. One balding male with a scruffy chin beard put on five reprises. A gut stalk was worth four reprise gangstalkings. And the relentless blocking my intended route to a certain item or location in the store, was about .700.  Nearly three quarters of the time "I" wanted to go somewhere in the store, there was a gangstalker in place or stepping into my path. The perps have a special abusive need to fuck me around Lee Valley Tools; I have been a mail order customer since 1980, and just love leafing through their catalog (item coveting), and now that they have a bricks and motor store in this town, (Victoria BC, the gangstalking capital of Canada), they go freaking berserk. They pulled this shit in greater numbers, (30 in the lineup to purchase, another 60 wandering around on obstruction duty in the aisles), back in the high-abuse days of 2002. I was at their Vancouver store to purchase magnets to protect myself from EMF attacks, (which always worked (unless degaussed by the assholes), especially when varying the magnetic field my moving them close but preventing contact.

What is with the scruffy beard thing? the perps know I find a well proportioned angular Caucasian jawline with a full (but not over pronounced) chin to be supremely attractive (think Jackie O), and here they are now pimping/promoting irregular jawlines disguised in part by a scruffy male beard (not a trimmed line). Go fuck yourselves; it is none of your business as to what I find attractive or not in faces. And for the record, quit pumping me with images of  the fat faced, recessed chins, beards of any kind or condition, male ponytails, and wrinkle faces.

A relative immobile day today, but oh so many negroes on TV; and for some reason I had totally "forgot" about the major negro stalking last year in these very same circumstances.

No regular Saturday shaving due to a late get up and my mother wanting to get onto some shopping. funny how these squeeze plays go. I did not need 9 hours of sleep, but somehow it "happened".

A do-squat day, which isn't my style, but in keeping with permitted activity days, they like to contain me to the First Feral Family residence. I got out to do some driving for my perp abetting mother, she putting on the dithering act, now with more impaired hearing than a year ago, and of course that works into the perp plans of "do it again, and again" because we didn't get enough neuro-energetic data the first time, etc.

A string of some six vehicles lead by a white VW Westfalia camper on the way from Gordon Head to Cordova Bay, and lo, one by one they all peeled off except the VW camper which lead me along until I turned off at the shopping center. I park the vehicle, and lo, the VW camper comes by in the parking lot, making the driver identifiable (white haired biddy).  Said biddy also just "happened" to be in the grocery store where my mother was shopping. I met her there after purchasing some wine at the wine store after swapping wine stories with the proprietor. Here we are with one of the perps' favorite gangstalking vehicles, the VW van with its engine behind the rear wheels, a very exceptional design, and they hound me with a coordinated posse while driving, and then when ambulatory with the driver criminal at the wheel "passing by", and then again in the very store I visited. GET THIS; I fucking and totally loathe being gangstalked by any means or vehicle, and 12.5 years of this insane fucking abuse is far too many. All in the cause of nonconsensual human experimentation whereby the experimenter hasn't the balls to show his face. It is all about the measurement problem, that thorny conundrum of  quantum energy research where they wish to eliminate the observer's influence on the event' from physical presence to pyschic bystander.

All torso and arms shaving got done this morning in one session;I see the ass and back waxing attendant  of four days ago missed a two inch strip on my R side, which had to be dead obvious as she waxed the same region on my L side. For the past year, the perps like me to see male leg or arms hair, but only in small amounts, and on me. All aided by having the vigilant spa school instructors move on, and the new ones being too slack with the student's. Though the spa attendant of four days ago is a pro, and has never missed something so freaking obvious before. Lets have all the victim's hair waxing personnel screw the job up, especially where one body region joins another to be done by someone else. Who figures this out in such detail, especially when some body regions are done once per year? That takes considerable planning IMHO.

Shopping at Victoria LD; I am at the checkout and at the pay area, and the fuckwit behind me picks up one of my chocolate bars off the checkout belt. I stare at the asshole and he must know it somehow because he looks the other way for the rest of my time there. And of course the cashier "happened" to be looking the other way the entire time.

My points got cancelled on me at the tanning salon; I bought a batch of points last year that were said to last two years but didn't make it past one year. Maybe it was the bare-faced lie stunt where someone who knows better, tells me an unabashed lie. Usually later when I find out, (this time a year later) the culprit is long gone.The drop-in tanning session cost me nearly $20 including the bronzing agent. "Somehow", I "forgot" to bring my own tanning agent and my goggles too, even if they were in mind when I packed.

These kind of memory "failures" are becoming much more common now; the swear-I-did-it mind fuck stunts where it was in mind two or more times to do something and it doesn't "happen". Then the assholes later remind me that I did have it in mind to do but that I "forgot". In this multiple, but same, intention failure, the memory of the intention to do an activity (in mind) is all the more stronger in retrospect when one realizes they didn't do it. All a big mind-field as far as the perps sick asses go, but I never had these kind of "forget" games occur until the last few months. Now that I am travelling and out of my usual habits makes for a greater number of mental incursions and sabotage as far as the perps see it.

I was doing yard work in the afternoon; always extra noise when cutting boughs, or trimming branches from bad mufflers to aircraft to sirens etc. And they added a new one; grunts from a male neighbor as I cut a shoot with the pruners, not once, but twice and several minutes apart. Hilarious.

The when out front of the house, the interminable parade of ambulatory gangstalkers, also vehicles too. And a lot more action when I had the vacuum cleaner out to clean out my mother's vehicle. Then the noise-scape was enhanced with the neighbor's family came over and a whole lot of male jocularity interspersed with whining child noise from time to time.  The perps just love me to cleaning glass surfaces, and then applying RainX to buff it up into a water replling sheen.

And what is with the 1960's siren noise today; at least a half dozen separate incidents, and even now as I type this at 2210h?

In the evening, and when dark, why, those glass surfaces "happened" to have a sheen on them such that all the street lights had a reflection/aberration such that curvilinear beams came from the street light and onto the windshield. Actually, three or more beams with opposite lane headlights "helping" too in this faux extraneous light show that tracked me all the way downtown and back.

All to meet my farmer friend for dinner and then a later hang-there chin wag at a nearby St*rbucks. There, another parade of wierds came by, from either of two directions; skinhead, waddling oversized males in shorts, Fat People, three in succession no less, apparently independently heading for the washroom, har, har.

My farm-worker friend is in some kind of psychiatric pain and I helped as best as I could, which isn't very much. And she is a little scattered to say the least. And is getting the blow-f from the shrinks no less. And it seemed she had helped a friend move recently, and lo, if it wasn't like my own, where the tenant was two days late getting out, and is totally out of it as to planning the move.

Which leads me to ponder yet again; almost all of those who interact with me finish up with new vehicles, houses or extensive renovations or some kind of major financial gain, and yet she is mired in a two steps forward and then two steps backward pattern for the last three years. So what is her pay off, or is she another face of the ML Fat Girl, the regular one that shows up all too often? Re-read the above household moving experience as another possible ML Fat Girl facade/orchestrated act. All three do knitting, hmm....

When a babbling wacko act came into St*bucks, and I was sufficiently alerted/alarmed/abreacting she suddenly said it was time to go, to which I agreed.

What is with the TV at the First Feral Family residence suddenly dimming down to a third of its normal illumination for two minutes or so of late? The TV is only two years old, and it isn't a "feature" like online when a dialog box/promo comes up and causes the display one was reading to suddenly dim down. It must be that criminal cable TV outfit that supplies gangstalking vans even on Sundays no less. The same outfit that has been promoting the Stick Men for the last two years as their advertising motif/mascot. And of course the usual proviso; what exposure did I have to the Stick Men in the three missing years, (applied retrograde amnesia) aged 2 to 5 y.o., for which I need to be hounded with this imagery? (Needed by the Psychopathic Confederacy, not by me I hasten to add).

Time to call this one done for the week and onto The First Feral Family Faking Christmas Cheer.

Friday, December 12, 2014

To-Do List Machinations

What is it about getting things done, especially when working from a list, that so interests the perps that they cause delays and other games I will explain below? For over a week I had been intending to get at least three things done, none screamingly important, but all the same level of urgency as three pebbles in my shoes. And of course I had all the time to get them done, as well as "forgetting" when online as well. Then a fourth item comes on, and then today, in a burst of unexpected motivation, I attend to them all as much as I can. (An unreturned phone call and awaiting an email is as far as I can go on one of them). And at the conclusion of getting this done, either by phone or email, why, a sudden urge to defecate comes on, so I shut the PC down and attend to that. And lo, for the first time in over 6 months, they pull one of their shit plastering games, and I have come to know that it is easier to clean up to take a short shower. It all got done without any further ado, but it leaves the question as to what was so important about getting onto a perp delayed list of items that they just had to arrange a messy crap and a shower clean up to conclude getting my list items done? And if that is important for the perps, which it seems to be, then this insane abusive insanity (theirs) has a long way to go.

Two days ago it was yoga, and the usual women where there with a maybe four visiting women as well. The all cleverly left an a free mat location on my L, as I was about the fifth person of 12 or so to arrive, and lo, if the gasping wheezing out-of-shape male didn't slip into that spot just before class began, and yet again, put on this pathetic act of making a whole lot of noise about a whole lot of nothing. As in being so out of shape, and so fat (two Unfavoreds) and wearing awful baggy brown shorts to his knees (two more Unfavoreds). Plus, being male over 20 y.o. is another Unfavored. I say "nothing" as I am relatively flexible and the yoga poses, save a few, are not terribly challenging to me. Clearly this oaf is way out of his league, so why doesn't he take a more fundamental level class? There is no reason except that he is placed there by his controllers for the very reason to make a whole lot of disgusting noise, never mind looking disgusting in all his blubber. Perturb the TI victim (some more) must be the perp edict/objective.

As I mentioned two or more weeks ago, the perps sent me a seeming explanatory message that this oaf's heavy breathing and gasping is to emulate a sexual abuser in full form. Well maybe it is, and maybe such an abuse was done to me when aged 2 y.o. to 5 y.o., the period for which the perps wiped my memory. And it isn't any stretch of imagination that the child abuse agenda is part and parcel of the wider nonconsensual human experimentation agenda that TI's have to come so well. Look up Brice Taylor, Cathy O'Brien, Kathrine Sullivan

A trip to the gym; or should I call it the grim-gym, as these shiftless males always surface, have "stun-outs" on the equipment, scoop the machine just ahead of me, and arrange themselves jointly to slowly move in closer. Six of the mofos lined themselves up when I was doing my final warm down, abbreviated due to them slowly closing in en masse. I decide to split, and lo, one of the mofos breaks off his work out to precede me down the stairs, the identical move of the babe gangstalker at the gym two visits ago. That is, six of seven males in the gym to slowly close in on me for crissakes. The major Fat Boy (260lbs) was left out of the final gangstalking fray/formation, and the two women were off to the side and seemed to be minding their own business.

They even added two dudes dressed in the same T-shirts, as some kind of equipment inspectors, loitering at one machine and then walking the length of the gym side-by-side. The perps seem to like amp-ing up the male factor of late; start with a proximate woman (even if she was doing extra high arm flings on the treadmill), then add in the males one by one, move the women out, have the males banter, and then add a uniformed male pair just to see how much I like that. And of course, vary the males with Unfavored features; hats, skinheads, fugly shorts below the knee, large guts, faux military clothing, brown clothing etc.

Friday, and a special one for the perps, having me into get my legs waxed and my haircut at this particular place I regularly go to. This, after yesterday's shut-in day when I didn't go out at all. (Not working again until late January). And as mentioned in past posts, the perps go gangstalking and harassment silly after a shut-in day.

They even put on a small private yellow helicopter making two passes as I exited the gate outside my place. And today is also refuse pickup day, and although it was picked up at 0800h, they still put on a garbage truck at 1015h on my way to get my head hair cut and my leg hair pulled. Exciting times in perp-landia for sure. Not only that, but the elder male (geezer) gangstalk was on at the parking lot; one ahead and one behind me in driving in and at the ticket machine. The first one also "happened" to be seen at a suite above the hair salon. A geezer inside too, getting his hair cut, and lo, if the male haircut supervisor (about 45 y/o/) didn't do his best to be one too, not shaving for two days so to strut his beard stubble and then to wear a matching grey sweater. Not only did he come by with chocolates to offer me while getting my haircut from a brown skinned Asian girl, but made sure to be passing by when I was about to enter the area for leg waxing. And in keeping with the strange "don't know you now" behaviors, the fuchsia-on-blonde woman who cut my hair some six weeks ago was very visible but wasn't about to say hello or anything so friendly as that. No sir... normal human North American small town friendliness is not accorded for perp victims, even if they have mercilessly harassed the victim for 12.5 years every day, all day. And face it, NO ONE would forget me and the prior training and walk-throughs they must go through before the Potemkin Village is arranged for this TI.

And I see the surrounding hills are bereft of snow now, as they had plenty over the past three weeks. A warm spell came on in the last week, and with a whole lot of rain yesterday, why, I get to see the green (treed) hills again. Such things are important to the perps, these ever changing landscape colors, and sky colors too.

Miscellaneous other stuff of minor note:
the perps have me dry the dishes with a tea towel now, or mostly; (cutlery, knives, bowls, -plates dry themselves). Until recent months (since 2002), the dishes would dry in the dishes rack often much sooner than I expected from prior experience. I came to know in 2002 that they were berserk over towels, drying wet objects and myself too, and it was a given. But in mid-2014 I found I was using the tea towels much more and the dishes weren't as dry as they were formerly (2002 to 06-20214). I suppose one could call this progress, but I will know for sure when I have many different colored bathroom towels and I use a new one each day. Currently, I have a set of three I rotate over the week, all the same set. I don't how they are going to accomplish that one, as I usually get a set. I am sure they have the plans already made up, as I have come to know that some objects are acquired over five years in advance of using them.

A two hour nap attack this afternoon; and for once they didn't render me useless for the next hour "recovering" from it. They pulled that stunt about four days ago when they nailed me with a 2.5 hour nap attack in the afternoon, and I spent the next 1.5 hours feeling very groggy. And in both cases I was not short of sleep and had adequate sleep over the previous night.

They are having me wake up at 0900h or so these days, apart from today when I had the hair and waxing appointment. These non-alarm get-ups are taking up more morning time as it takes me 1.5 hours of breakfast, shower etc. to be ready for the day. I don't what it his about these winter short daylight days, but later get-up times has been a near constant since they went berserk/overt in 2002. I go to bed at 2200h or so, and then they keep me awake for an hour or two and then let me get 9 hours sleep, at least one more than I need.

A 10 hour sleep last night, as if I needed the extra two hours, which I didn't. I suspect they want to start me later with the low direct sunlight beaming in.

Back to mild winter temperatures again, no more frozen ground of the last two weeks. And yes, temperature is very much part of the mix of variables the perps work with. The checkout-stalking with either frozen or hot goods, or both, fore and after hasn't gone unnoticed since all this bersekness began in 04-2002.

Laundry day, and the freaks are finding me there, same as the last laundromat. It was the dude with a blue toque with a summer hat on top, and sunglasses on the latter that upped the freak factor. Later, when outside, he was talking to himself to complete his freak credentials. A waddling male came from 12' away toward me as I was exiting the building (always a big stunt/harassment situation), the sun at his back so I got to see limited detail, but the mirror sunglasses was the crowning touch as to being yet another gangstalker in abreaction elicitation mode, as in posing as a threat to my subconscious memory.

I dropped in on the tanning salon today, being in the neighborhood as I took all my recycle material to the nearby depot. I hadn't seen this attendant before, she blonde with fuchsia and green streaks in her hair. And a pissy countenance and manner for no reason related to me. As mentioned many times, I have no idea why I get so many pissy or scared shitless looks, but I do, and it went up by an order of magnitude after 04-2002 when the perps went berserk/overt on me.

Sunday, and a 0900h get up, another 10 hour sleep, meaning two hours of extra sleep I did not need.

An upgrade from Adobe for their Flashplayer turned into a full blown rage-ification caper. The upgrade also loaded that trojan horse called MacAfee (anti-virus software), and lo, if Eraser somehow couldn't get rid of it. And lo, if Eraser didn't also disappear off the task bar. And lo, if the infernal MacAfee software did NOT have an uninstall option. Plenty of screaming at the assholes unfolded before I got that most-loathed software purged. For the record, and it may not be true any more, but MacAfee was one of the most invasive commercial self-advertising applications I have ever known, and ever since, (10 years at least), I refuse all options to add it on. This time that infernal Adobe outfit did not give me an option, it just "installed itself" from the same file as the Adobe upgrade. Cute trick that.

Then another round of planned infuriation erupted as I looked at my charge card bill online and I discovered a charge from a supplements outfit that I did not incur. True, about a month ago I took on a $5 charge for a free sample and I expected that to be the end of it. But no, the assholes laid on a $75 charge three days ago that I did not authorize or otherwise solicit. The least they could of done was phone me to ask if the supplement did anything positive (or otherwise), and they would of found out I didn't want any more, never mind it not doing anything anyhow. So much for "free" products and all that. Unsolicited billing is totally outrageous. And lo, if my email didn't crap out (Firefox and IE show the text only crammed up on the L side with no apparent functionality), and I had to use the supplement outfit's  website to send an email. The charge statement was emailed yesterday and "for some reason" I didn't look at it, only to find out today that their call center is not open today, but was yesterday. The number of coincident inconveniences went up at least ten -fold since 04-2002.

As if I don't get enough conspiratorial information; here is a corker (meaning total paradigm shift). Opiate drug addiction is totally curable by large doses of Vitamin C. Thanks to Whale.to for all this excellent information. And yet this is rarely heard of in these parts (Canada), which is, I assume, much like the USA with respect to illegal drugs use. Not only does a megadose of vitamin C stop craving immediately, but if continued (for a week or so) it stops the opiate from even having an effect! Furthermore, the paper details the limbic brain system where the opiate receptors are, and provides research on the fact that Vitamin C displaces opiates altogether, and these receptors should be called "ascorbate" receptors.

This begins a meta-pondering as to what is The Powers That Be (TPTB) interest in having opiate addicted humans. Is it that the opiates (usually) are grown in another part of the world, and in the case of illegal opiates, change provenance frequently, so TPTB are looking for some kind of energetic signature depending on where the opiate was sourced? And too, making massive amounts of money on illegal importation and distribution is a plain good money spinner. It seems that no one responsible wants to do the right thing and make it legal and of a consistent quality (usually from a single source). The major pissing matches over safe injection site's in Vancouver BC would be another example of TPTB ensuring the clinically unconscionable status quo continues. Ditto for the so-called chemotherapy medications for cancer, and too, Vitamin C in large doses can help here. The more I travel down this road of nonconsensual human experimentation, the more I realize that TI's are not alone. Whole other populations of humans are being experimented upon, e.g. illegal drug usage, cancer patients, but they don't realize it.

An evening reading about the real NSA and what they do to psychic children. If you thought that the Brice Taylor story and a few others were experimentation one-offs, think again. The NSA systematizes child abuse to create alternate personalities in young children to later use them for psychic spying and sabotage, also systematically applied. I don't know where Steve Smith gets his information from, but I haven't read anything quite like it in such graphic detail. I would suggest caution if the reader has past abuse and/or DID (mulitple personalities). 

On that grim note, time to call this done for the week and to post this.

Monday, December 08, 2014

Cold and House Bound

About -8C outside, and supposedly 20C inside, but I sure feel the cold. And the perps wouldn't let me outside to check the physical job board, even if two blocks away. I have no idea why they put on these "shut-in" days, and yesterday was much the same with the exception of yoga. A new dude was placed behind me, his distinguishing feature was that he was he was bare assed bald, save the fringe around his head. Have I not noted the prevalence of skin-heads (bald males) in past blog postings? Way too often, but no nearly as much as they are arranged for me to see in the view-scape.

The darling pixie was instructing yoga again yesterday, replete with a few adjustments, as in contact. The ever competent Ms. T was on my L side, displacing the regular lady there. It seems they traded locations for this time. The most interesting thing was outside the practice room; the lady who runs the place was moving things about, and she had moved the coat rack when I arrived. And she moved it again, when I emerged from the practice room. That was the place where I put my boots on, and lo, a dude arranged to stand in front of me showing off his hairy legs, wearing shorts as he was. I turned to my L to avoid this male feature the perps so want me to see, and lo, if he didn't move in the same direction so to give me another eye-full. I turned again and as there was a wall there, he couldn't move any more. I cannot stand having a passel of Fuckwits standing over me, and somehow I "forgot" there was alternative change room I always used until getting screwed around over the moving coat rack yesterday.

Another screw-over in paying my bills, and I am so tired of this one. I have three bills to pay every month, and I attend to them at month end. I have been doing this consistently for years with the odd jerk-around. This time they totally blanked me out until last night after I shut down my PC. Then had me ignore the note I made for myself until this afternoon, and yes, they had screwed me around in not paying any of them. One was a day past due, another was due in two days, and the other due in ten days. Back in 2002 when they first attacked, they held up my mail for three weeks after I had paid my bills. Like WTF; why are they doing this, and why for 12.5 years?

I came across something interesting in one of the more readable advanced physics books (The Matter Myth by John Gribben) I purchased a while back, but somehow never got around to reading until this forced unemployment spell. It mentions a parallel reality based on the subatomic particle flux that exists everywhere, same as the energetic ether concept. And one could construct a quantum brain that has connection with this etheric world, and has a brain that can see both. This also fits with the Many Worlds concept, but being able to see another world. It did give me cause to ponder if that is what the perps are doing to me. This concept was filled out with the notion of the dichotomy of having an event happen with its own quantum energies, and again, where the same event intention is in place, but it doesn't happen. Hmmm... perhaps that is what the perps are doing with their sabotage, per above bill paying obstruction games.

Pyrrhic progress, sabotaging the victim's pillow and pillow case in 2014.
June 07, 2014

June 14, 2014

October 25, 2014
I NEVER use any bleach agent in my laundry (or my hair!), and these are high quality color fast sheets, and somehow, the color got sucked out of them.

Hours spent reading about the Sandy Hook school massacre, or even if there was one. The video on a suggested actor as a faux parent seemed convincing among other oddities. Three shooters or none; nothing can be taken at face value any more.

Removing apparent victims to who knows where is a common theme in the realm of perp managed events and stunts. For example, there were many credible reports of US military personnel alive in N Vietnam prison camps long after that debacle was over. Then KAL 007 was supposedly hit with a missile, but the only thing the authorities could present were the shoes of the victims to their families. Then in 09-11-2001 (911) most improbably, Flight 77 flew into the Pentagon, somehow finding the section that had been recently renovated, and where there were left over spools of cable. I say improbably, because there are anti-aircraft batteries at the Pentagon and they were not activated. The reporters asked where the wings and tail were, and were told "no comment". And the question remains; where are all these captive people, purported victims? And even more critical thought devoted to the improbability of an aircraft at high speed capable of flying close to the ground is here (an extensive dissertation of lift and ground effect).

I got screwed for two hours of extra sleep and a 0930h get up time. Every winter they pull this shit, and into February before they back off.

A visit to the physical job board without the droogie count, so I could actually see it this time. After I departed, and making a rare visit by actually walking there, a native Indian in a light blue jacket and with his hood up asked some kind of rambling (drunken?) question outside, mentioning "if I was in Montreal". I said no, then he said "better not have been". Like WTF; the very city of possible horrors where I lived for two of my first five years, purged from my recall at the time, and I know I was beginning to form long term memories then, but so did someone else and didn't want me to have them.

Another delayed get up time; I set the alarm this time, but got screwed into another 1.5 hours sleep, turning it off. I have a work trial tomorrow, and am suspicious that they will pull this stunt tomorrow and poof, there goes the job opportunity that has been keeping me bound for the last three weeks.

At the tanning salon, and lo, a male sicko there when I arrived, the "constant companions" thing again on chatting duty with the female attendant. He departed, the tanning was arranged and I go into the room and get ready, and lo, if the bed would not go on. I get dressed (with some lotion on me) and ask the attendant to turn on the bed from her location. She says sorry, she "forgot" and said I should of yelled through the door. Like WTF; she seemed to know about it, so why didn't she come to my door. I was the only customer there and "somehow" she screwed it up. Long time readers will know that this "happened" at the end of the spring tanning I did (1x/week, max), again when I was the only customer and some loafing cheersing male was there too.

And what is it about skin exposure to UV (or other light wavelengths), Vitamin D (forms under the skin), skin color (tones of white, brown and negroid colors) that so interests the senseless assholes who literally hound the living shit out of me for 12.5 years now, after 47 years of covert and orchestrated surveillance? I reckon the answer lies at the heart of what they are looking for, whatever cosmological constant/effect they are looking to define or quantify.

I went to the gym for the first time in 6 months; a sudden "urge" along with feeling fat (planted ideations and notions). As in keeping with the gangstalking scene at fitness centers, there were plenty of loafers and "stun outs" (gangstalkers in some kind of vacant torpor) around me; red or orange shirts seemed to be vogue. The trim and cute babe also made sure to dither at the entry area of the room to ensure she proceeded me down the stairs and to the door, though she went straight ahead.

And it so "happened" the regular entry door set wasn't working, and a second door, some 40' W had to be used. They arranged a cluster of at least 12 retards when I entered the building as this same door, seemingly on a outing and waiting for their bus. I am not sure their story adds up, but maybe there was some adult supervision. Last week they hounded me with a red shirted retard in the aisles of LD for at least 3 reprise gangstalkings.

Today, they crammed the parking lot at the LD store to the point that I gave up and didn't go there. This is at least the third time they have pulled this stunt in the last two months.

A return to the LD store tonight, with the brown (skinned) people hanging around for no seeming reason, save to provide a brown skin tone next to the chocolates with two of then lined up about 5' apart.

A whole loaf around day, then finding out I "forgot" to attend grocery shopping until it was dark at 1700h. Major vehicular gangstalking on the way to the specialty grocery store, and once inside, a minor parade of two shop assistants turning a corner in front of me, each holding an item close their torso. Most strange IMHO.

Sunday, and I got it together to go the fitness/gym again. A long haired blonde male mid 50's gangstalker was doing this strange routine of walking the breadth of the room and then stopping at each end for a minute or two and then (senselessly) retracing his steps. First I thought he was in recovery mode from working out, but no, it seemed that was his assigned berserk beat. Then he interrupted his strangeness to place himself at a workout machine next to me, and as soon as I finished my repetition, I moved onto another machine. I watched him off and on from this new vantage point and all he did was stand at the machine for four minutes. Like WTF; why all this strangeness at gyms?

But he wasn't done yet; after  a five minutes I went to the treadmill and then he breaks his pacing/torpor routine to arrive next to me on another treadmill. I hadn't started mine up at that moment, so I bailed out and lo, if he doesn't do the same thing and goes back to his pacing and torpor routine. Later, he puts on a black wool toque and keeps this routine up for crissakes. His blonde hair sweeping out from the front of the toque in some kind of blonde cuteness emulation it would seem.

Eventually this Fuckwit filtered out and then my assigned "dog-me" gangstalker was this obese native Indian in fugly oversized camo shorts. While not so frenetic as the blonde Fuckwit, he too did pointless pacing around in front of me. Later he made sure he was front and center in my vision field while I was captive on another machine. Then a blonde Fat Girl came into the picture, doing some kind of bend-overs 10' from me, and another later reprise gangstalking when I was doing my final stretches. And while all of the above was transpiring, a pair of extra chatty dudes came to pollute the place with their constant banter, one following me on the treadmill beside me, and the other using the same treadmill I had used. Funny how all that "happens" to me at the gym every visit.

Anyhow; more hours of online time wasted on researching skin conditions, as the perps have me with oily skin (sebaceous hyperplasia), the only member of my family with this condition.

Monday, December 01, 2014

Geriatric Duckie Gangstallk Event

Following yesterday's shut-in day, I didn't get out today until 1400h to do a few errands, one being taking my moldy jacket to the dry cleaners (again). Then to LD, and what a mighty gangstalk it was, in keeping with most post-shut-in situations. Almost all old folks in various stages of major face wrinkles, some popping out from aisle ends, doing the oblivious act, per usual. And four of them lined up behind me at the checkout, replete in red coats. I don't why the perps like to immerse me in geriatric gangstalkers, even ones standing at the end of store aisle doing nothing.

At LD, and needing a replacement glass pitcher for the one that broke from use as a teapot, why, three old duckies and a shopping cart were lined up beside the glass pitchers for crissakes. Take the most obscure kitchen item owned by the victim, break it, and then have the victim get a replacement with a gangstalking troupe standing by, and charge $2 more than it was four years ago. They finally departed after I shopped elsewhere first.

Yoga tonight; and lo if the Wheezer & Gasper Fat Boy didn't come at the last minute and sat beside me on my R side. Like WTF; this disgusting oaf pollutes my visual field and puts on the sound effects I could do without. If I don't like the sight of Fat People, why is an insane agency planting these shills around me all the time?

And why is Chrome not working, effectively blocking my access to email as Firefox and IE are messed up and shove the text to the left side and are bereft of graphics and buttons? This is how it has been for over six months now, and what "happens" is that Chrome works at first, I get to see and interact with my email, and then it shuts down for good for the rest of the day/evening. That, added to the selective display of graphics on Amazon, suggests that the perps need to crimp down on me seeing screen elements. For years, like ten, Amazon's wishlist button wasn't visible, but I would click on the blank location where it was supposed to be, and voila, the book (usually) was wish-listed, with the normal response displayed. Go figure, and perhaps it is part of the scheme on the streets and buses where someone plants themselves in front of me to obstruct my vision.

My fourth trip to West Kelowna in the last two weeks, beginning with that asinine performance from an unnamed mid-sized winery. As in the interviewers performance, that extra-mushy farewell handshake was such a classy send-off. As in NOT. The other three visits, including today, were with the brown people. Regular readers will know that skin color is a huge factor in all this abuse, along with vitamin D physiology (just under the skin). And as expected, the winery interviewer didn't need anyone for two months, due to expected constraints I won't get into for fear of jinxing it. (That is, trying to avoid a dashed expectations jerk-around).

A petition on Change.org I signed to investigate gangstalking, with the links below;
From Abby Mcgray:
Thanks for signing my petition, "Investigation into gangstalking."
Thanks again -- together we're making change happen, 

A Note to forward to your friends:
I just signed the petition "Investigation into gangstalking" on Change.org.
It's important. Will you sign it too? Here's the link:


I have my doubts that this will change much, as the Canadian federal government is dragging their heels on the deaths of native women all across Canada. (Though, this particular issue has a reached the political level, meaning irrational machinations with a large dose of group-think). And besides, based on personal experience, and also reading into the prior events and games before the perps went berserk/overt on me (with family complicity) in 04-2002, the perps have the government officials contained and trained. I often wondered why and when politicians get put on the spot by a direct question (in video form) they often blink, stumble/mumble or otherwise engage in deceit, per Liespotting, and now I know. Having a patsy media also greases the Greater Potemkin Village we all live in, should the odd video segment get too close to the truth. This notion is partially based on viewing a regular TV reporter and one of my forestry classmates on TV, both hamming it up about "mother nature" with respect to the damaged trees in Stanley Park in Vancouver BC. It was very clear in retrospect that they were both in on the conspiratorial agenda, and thought it just too funny to ignore the real reason as to why that storm decimated so many trees. (It is my contention, based on evidence/behaviors that my existence has been orchestrated and skit-ted with all interacting parties knowing what was going on, since birth. Hence, my forestry class members being in the know as one example). Yes, I am cynical, but I came by this state with a long list of experiences and retrospect in light of all what has gone on since 04-2002.

Some 4" of snow on the ground this morning, though it looks like it is warming up, and will be slushy fun when I finally emerge into the great outdoors.

A drive in the snow cleared streets, save the back alley where my car is parked. Not a big deal to clear it off, but enough of a deal for the perps to send a helicopter overhead, two white 5 ton delivery trucks, one with a load of lumber. Like WTF; what are they doing in the back alley, coming FROM a location along the back lane where they are building a garage. (The truck also had a load of trusses on, and the aforementioned construction project is long past needing trusses). And so I got my white vehicle gangstalking in the snow, and while removing it from my grey colored vehicle.

Both grocery store locations I was to go were chock full of parked vehicles, which has always turned out to be an insane gangstalk scene inside. Given the road conditions, even if the parking lots are wonderfully cleared, why would an excess of vehicular traffic be outside in snowy conditions? Because the perps are nuts about all forms of water and the white blanket that envelopes all the usual objects.

And I see the winery I interviewed at yesterday, has posted two job openings today, one of them being the same job I applied for. And of course the interviewer, the man that runs the whole show, didn't mention this. Though to be fair, he upped the ante by asking for two years of winery experience, and to be fair, only one of them would a prospective job given my experience level.

And I see that the cellar assistant job I interviewed for two weeks ago is also re-posted. They of the extra-mushy farewell handshake. What I don't get is that most of the wineries have two shifts running to process the grapes coming in, and begin to lay off staff at the end of November. Surely this is a large pool of experience to draw from for permanent cellar assistant jobs. I have come to the conclusion that job postings are nothing what they seem, especially if I am a potential applicant or it has relevance to my interests.

An evening time shopping, at 2000h, instead of the choked parking lots of daytime of late. It was dark, and 3" of slush everywhere except the street surfaces and the parking lots. The assholes stole my flashlight that I took, as I need it to see the gate lock to get to my vehicle. Of course I only find that out when I got back, and that served as a rage-ification (doors closed) reason as I am so fucking fed up with my belongings going missing all the time. I used the flashlight, actually a head lamp, in the bedroom and it was my only flashlight in the house. After my vehicle flashlight was stolen from my vehicle a month ago when I had a seeming break-in, I replaced it, and it was needed to get back in and through the gate. All this arranged fuckery to ensure that I departed using one flashlight and arrived with a different one, both LED's. Thanks a bunch assholes.

And before I headed out a forced crap of significant proportions, and miraculously, no blocked toilet. That was my last brown registration object/subject until I got inside the supermarket when there was a brown skinned man backed up to the groceries behind him, making it appear that he was doing his shopping with a full aisle width look at the groceries on the opposite side. Like WTF; who but some ignoramus or paid-for-shill shops at a distance so they cannot read the text on the packaging? All for more loiter time in my proximity while picking up the chocolate bars (read, brown) they have me buy all the time. And an increasing sore point as I cannot afford them and I don't want the sugar in them either, more so than the milk casein of the milk chocolate. And while stevia sweetened chocolate is available online, it hasn't made it here yet, and one can be sure that was perp arranged too. This sugar intake also seems highly controlled as well, as they have me loathe sugar, and expunge it from my diet, and then sneak it back in through eating jerky, and their long standing chocolate fixation they planted on me. For the record, they were changing up my medications in late 2002, and they used this as an excuse to have me loathe chocolate to the point I could not stand the smell of it. A week later that noble habit was expunged (or else not planted on me), and they have kept up this chocolate fixation ever since, sometimes off for a week of late, but not usually longer than that.

An early morning get-up to attend to getting the garbage to the curb; the assholes screwed me out of doing this last week for some reason, the first time in two+ years I have been here. Regular readers will know that the perps are highly interested in garbage in all its form, refuse to recycle, and just love to parade garbage trucks around, and over where I have driven or parked.

Rain, snow and then mild today, though the snow has come within 200' of elevation; getting the hills covered, but not the town- did that earlier this week.

Subzero (i.e. 0C) cold, but with minimal snow on the ground. -15C tonight. And I was out there, until 1900h or so. Another ice wine pick, this time at a different vineyard in... W Kelowna. We started at 1400h and worked into the dark, perfect perp timing to have all these folks, some 40 in all, buzzing around doing picking over the dusk onset into the dark. Instead of headlamps, they had an ATV with a generator running a bank of lights for four rows of pickers. The tractor had its lights too. A Punjabi influence this time; they were the regular vineyard workers running the tractor and swamping to move the full buckets to the bin on the forks on back of the tractor. And brown cocoa beverage to drink for a 15 min. break, with brown glazed donuts too, this when dark about 1900h. And several brown skinned race stalker-pickers in my proximity, going especially close and silly on the last row of the evening. The odd scarlet red coated pickers too, one leaning on my shoulder momentarily as it seemed she tripped on a chunk of nearby vine wood. I was wearing my bright blue ski jacket for the very first time outside, and I am sure that was a big deal for the perps too, though I have long given up on what drives them to greater frenetic/absurd heights when it comes to clothing; if it has been laundered, or if it got laundered separately from the the other clothes I am wearing.

A dull and boring day, and a full on vehicular gangstalking event when I headed out on this Sunday Grey Cup day. Full parking lots at the mall even just as the game was to begin. Hard to fathom as to why someone would arrange all of this when most everyone is at home watching the TV, but strange public behaviors on special event days are nothing new to the perps.

I learned from my perp-abetting mother, via phone call, that my daughter is out of work too. Imagine that, the perps arranging a father-daughter coincident unemployment in keeping with their machinations of who works where and if they work at all. Said daughter rarely emails, calls or otherwise keeps in contact, no matter how many efforts I have made to have greater communication. This all began in 04-2002 when the perp-abetting ex was making excuses for her because of my "disability" that was later refuted by two shrinks, one of whom was the original perp-abettor to cause much of the dislocation and harassment that was plainly evident in the perps' inaugural all-out abuse year of 2002 to mid-2003.

I should get this posted for the week now, as the unemployment slackness is beginning to erode my motivational side for some strange reason.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Droogies at the Job Board

And so begins my first visit to the physical local job board today, officially unemployed rather than disabled, har, har. And while it makes not one whit of difference to me, as the benefits suck in either case, this EI (Employment Insurance it is called here) mode one doesn't pay any benefits for 28 days, and only at 55% of one's former wage, though I suspect/hope not below the minimum wage. Ridiculous, as I don't earn enough to save anything, let alone less of that rate.

And when I entered the building and looked at the job board from afar, why, my droogie (as in, criminal "friends") gangstalking pals were three abreast and doing their stalk-still standing act, blocking sight lines and egress to the job board. And no less, all three of them had their toques lifted up in a peak above their heads to obstruct more of the (brown cork) board. If ever there is a cover for the shiftless male gangstalking scum to aggregate, the job board/Work BC office is the place for them. Or any other vagrant magnets out there, not that I make any effort to seek them out. Clearly if the Thems are constructing visual obstructions on my first visit to the physical job board. (possibly brown color games, as in "browning around"), then this unemployment gig has a much longer run than a few weeks.

And I suppose last week's pathetic (them, not me) Friday afternoon job interview, my last day with my then employer, was timed to coincide just for this event. In all my years of having orchestrated job interviews, as surely all of them were, last week's interview takes the cake for blatant, though not stated, "don't bother". And I have no idea why the perps put on this extra obvious act, but one can be sure that it was deliberate.

And post-yoga Monday; some 15 other women classmates, no other dudes this time. Not even the Wheezer and Gasper, even if there was an empty mat space next to me which the perps threatened to populate with him once the class began. Thankfully it didn't happen. The blonde Star Girl ended up beside me, often doing her own flakey thing at times. I don't know quite what her role is; for the better part of a year she was at least 5 mats away against the mirrors (on mirror blocking duty). Now she gets placed next to me, R side this time, after two brief pre-class visits to her mat. And a further minor escalation was that our fingertips clashed twice, as in momentary contact. Contact is always a big deal for the perps, and more noticeable at the checkout when handing the receipt to me. And she was wearing the identical horizontal striped tights as the darling pixie instructor for crissakes.

And continued planted ideations about getting the job after last week's ridiculous interview. Been there, done that. It was over before it began, all that was needed was for the perps to put me through another exercise in orchestrated absurdity. Even for jobs where it seems I am an ideal candidate, one back in May this year, the perps kept pummeling me about getting the job and new work scenarios when I didn't get an offer.

And what is with the stripped down graphics on Amazon? The CD cover art doesn't show up when there is more than one disc displaying, as in a list by artist or from a search result. If it is a single disc/album, the graphic/cover art does display. It has been going on for a week now, and I am quite sure it isn't coming from Amazon.

And what is with software/firmware companies dropping me off their email lists for no apparent reason? An Oppo firmware upgrade became only known to me by way of its display panel indicating "FW found". Glad I knew about that cryptic message, learned from the last time when the same message showed up AND a notification email from Oppo. Ditto for J River Media Media Center; I only learned of the new version by happen-chance web browsing.

Though nothing new about getting dropped off email lists though; private individuals have done the same when they regularly do broadcast emails which suddenly stop for no reason.

A one day gig tomorrow to remove netting at a vineyard tomorrow. It "happens" to near to the town of above mentioned the absurd interview of last week. I figured there would be a re-visit, as it fits the perp pattern of having me return to the same geographical place, sometimes days, weeks, and even decades apart.

An interesting aside yesterday; I spoke with my former boss about what has to be done for the wines, and mentioned an addition for the current fermentation that is to be stopped with residual sugar for a sweet wine. Strangely, he wanted me to make up the two additive solutions days in advance. (Maybe so he can play wine-maker for the first time). As I was about to do it, the perps wiped my recall of the conversion of ppm (parts per million) to grams/hectoliters (divide by 10). So I had to go to my papers and read up on this particular substance and the addition rates. And of course they weren't what I needed exactly, e.g. milligrams per liter. As I was figuring out this brain incursion, why, the boss shows up in the winery and he hadn't been there for months. And for no substantial reason it turned out. So it would seem as I am being forcibly put through a mind-fuck over units of measure and conversion between them, they send the gangstalking boss in that moment. Funny how these same theme re-occur so often.

A partial day some 40 min. drive N to do a netting job. A dysfunctional and dysphoric start; I was among vineyards in a driveway, where I was directed to, but 15 min. early. I phoned the boss and he said he would be there shortly. A truck drives past me about two minutes later and then stops some 100' ahead. Another vehicle and someone comes out and puts their bicycle down. The car drives on and parks near the truck. The someone in a hoodie, styled as if an alien head was inside the hoodie, walks past and then hangs near the car. No one motions for me to come over, but it is clear that they are putzing with the nets. At 0800h I get out and join these assembled individuals and find out that they belong to the netting crew. The seeming boss said "look alive"; to which I replied I will look alive as soon as I learn about the netting job. In other words, this dysphoric neglect on starting a new job, is all part of this staged scene. The least he could of done IMHO was to stop the truck while driving past and open a window and introduce himself. Somehow, basic connection (meet and greet) behavior wasn't permitted; just drive past the new guy and let him figure it out, and then dump on him for obscure reasons about looking alive.

And pulling up netting, a mode for perps to cause no end of problems of snagging etc. never mind the additional hassle of the perps pulling the netting out my hand. Or, dithering my vision so I couldn't figure out where the edge of the net was, difficult at best with the thin black nylon.

Extra helicopter coverage, slow and deliberate with an overhead flyover of that dark grey EC135 that shows up from time to time over the last three years. said to be a private helicopter owned by someone who sold a winery. I got plenty of EC-135 coverage at my former worksite (of the past 2.5 years) as there is a helicopter training school at the Penticton airport, some 4 km away. At today's work location there is no airport cover story, so what was it doing, circling my worksite about 2km away and then doing a final overhead pass some 150' overhead? And some helicopter noise convergence exercises too; first a very throbby larger Bell 412 helicopter that has not been close enough to identify, and then the EC-135 came along so both helicopters were making noise at the same time, though not close to each other as far as I could tell.

Now, looking at this LCD panel, predominantly white at the moment, the perps are playing plasmic patterns of replications of set netting, sub-second flashing of the patterns (two different net sizes).

The bathroom fan on a humidistat now goes on anytime it wants, or more like, they want. And the perps told me it has significance in conjunction with above mentioned helicopter coverage. And too, at least three slow and low flyovers with helicopters tonight (2000h, dark) as I write this up in my residence.

Three appointments today, one being an interview. The interview went well; the vineyard/winery owning couple seemed to be regular folk, a relief to say the least. Though, appearances can be deceiving as surely anyone over 30 would know.

Onto the former employer where I am wrapping up things as I owe them some working time. Picking botrytis affected grapes no less. Major gangstalking vehicle coverage on my way back at 1530h, a half hour earlier than my once usual quitting time, and still the trains of 3 to 10 vehicles come by in the opposite direction, some six trains in all.

Onto a wine expert to taste one of my wines this year, as it had some bitterness, as did one of the wines last year.  And lo, if the bitterness flavor didn't dissipate in the sample I brought, so there wasn't a problem to diagnose. Good one, that.

Major helicopter coverage today; once the interview was done. Even a mid air hover at the end of the runway, seemingly for rappel exercise. A twin engined Bell 412, possibly the one that makes the big throbby noise. More coverage this evening when I returned from the red wine sampling, this time the softer puttering sound of the EC-135

Also while working at my former employer and working off my hours deficit, I had two low and close passes from the loud throbby  Bell 412 helicopter, a twin engined heavy lift chopper, which I have now identified for the first time, as it was always so distant until today. It was low and coming from the S, and had its front white underside light on, and came straight at me from 2 km away, and then veered off within a 100m and passed by some 50m elevation above the ground and 200m away. Then it repeated this same pass, though coming more from the SW and then veering off, getting a little closer. I suppose it was introducing itself for all the noise it has made over the past 2.5 years I have heard it.

More piss games again, a forced piss was coming on while driving on my way back to my residence and then they ran some pee down my leg (not much) before I could get the vehicle parked, and I unloaded the rest of it in the back alley near my gated entry. Anyhow, I went inside to clean my leg up with a face cloth (that went straight into the laundry afterward), and lo, if the phone didn't ring, not once, but twice. As I was busy, and disinclined to walk anywhere with my pants at my feet, I let it ring. Later, I checked on my messages and the call was from my Victoria farm worker friend, whom I hadn't heard from in at least two months. Somehow, she muffed the call and phoned twice in succession, though of course the perps can arrange those details easily, but all they wanted was a longer phone ringing duration (and related EMF activity) during this clean up moment. Like WTF; now 12.5 years of this insane relentless abuse, and there they are arranging to have me phoned just when cleaning up the their mess (not much) on my leg is totally absurd, when it was the same agency that made the fucking mess in the first place.

Another month until the Winter Solstice, and the perps do like to arrange low angle sun in my face, and succeeded this morning when I drove up to W Kelowna to get a paycheck for $60. This was for my netting work, and hopefully no more of it. As it turns out, the person owns a winery, one that I applied to work for, and had some email exchanges for a few weeks until they read my emails to learn that I was available Dec. 01. Turns out, I was available two weeks earlier, and when I told them (via email), why, they didn't reply.

And why do red colored vehicles make a gratuitous parking exercise next to my mid-grey vehicle? I went to the laundromat, trip 2 of 3 (pull the synthetics out to air dry at home and put the cottons in the dryer), and no one was parked either side of me. I go in, attend to the laundry, and no one else came inside. I go outside and this red sled vehicle with SK plates is beside my vehicle. Instead of the driver making a show of getting his laundry out, why, he starts up his vehicle, backs up, and ends of crossing my ambulatory path on my way to my vehicle. Like WTF; all that he came for was to park next to me and then back up when I entered the parking lot and then drive over where I was to walk. Totally gratuitous and perverse public behavior arranged for my presence. Unless anyone else in my readership can think of any other reason for someone to arrive in a dedicated laundromat parking lot and then take off without having attended to any laundry.

And why does music playback fuckery interest the perps so much? I had the PC set up to play to the Oppo player and it worked fine until someone messed it up, (not me, PC setting changes are nothing new). This way, I could use one set of headphones and it was a total convenience. After someone reset the playback, I ended up with PC related files coming through its own headphones. The music playback software still played through the Oppo player's headphones. Then someone messed it up today so the music playback software cannot find the Oppo, so I am totally hooped if I want it for playback (what I usually do). Is it not enough for the perps that they have destroyed a half dozen headphone sets in the last 12 years, mess with the volume, and other inane jerkarounds? Seemingly not, as two working headphones was better than one set working, but that is too much to ask, so to speak. [Hours later, I Media Center software found the Oppo again, another trick the assholes like to play, delaying software function].

The teapot acquisition sabotage fuckery continues; not only did the mug magically descend by itself onto the glass Bodum Assam teapot and break it inside the cabinet, but the sabotage continues. I was using a glass pitcher in its place, and it turned out it wasn't Pyrex, and after a week, broke. So now I use a saucepan a a temporary teapot, probably what the perps wanted anyhow. The assholes continue to block re-acquisition here in Canada. Those that stock it are charging an arm and a leg, and the tea specialties store in town as well. That Seattle coffee chain doesn't have that model in stock, now playing for a week. The alternate tea store in town has the glass teapots only in half size for crissakes. Similar to the slotted spoon acquisition nonsense the assholes put me through a few months ago, they have created a need (breaking the teapot this time), and then block and obstruct all the means to get a new one, save paying double. On the slotted spoon front, as an update, I went by the display a week after I bought one online, and lo, if they weren't locally stocked in the Kitchen Aid utensils display.

The striated plasma beams came on heavy at a few transition points today; when getting into my vehicle, exiting the house, passing through gate to back alley where my vehicle is located. And with an added feature; instead of a single parallel lines in my visual field, they now have the lines broken every 3" or so, equal break length to plasma line length.

I book my flights to Victoria for my annual Christmas exodus to visit the First Feral Family late Saturday (yesterday), when I thought all was contained on the job prospects front, as in, one promising lead for a 10 month 2015 gig but nothing to happen until Dec. 5. And here on a Sunday, I get an email from someone who hadn't replied in a week, requesting an interview. Presumably, the latter party could offer me a job within a day or two of an interview, and then what do I do? Take the job with the latter party for a up-front six month only gig, but offers commercial cellar hand (winery) experience which I don't have, or do I hang tough to expect an offer for vineyard work (which I have experience) with the former party with whom I have interviewed, and I came to like at the interview? Like WTF; a job lead (resumes and emails only) goes dead, and until today, it has been 100% consistent that they stay that way. In other words, a three way confluence of contingencies, the third being that my flight booking may also be problematic as the cellar-hand job offer, if it comes to that, would be from a certain ethnic group which doesn't care much for Christmas (breaks) anyhow. Like who writes this shit and keeps my existence in a penurious churn mode all the time?

I suppose that part of it is that the perps have been pumping me with the notion of working at this vineyard for the past week, again, with no firm offer, but a Dec. 5 date to do a day's work to establish compatibility. And now they resurrect this thought-to-be dead job lead on me which could materialize while the vineyard owners are away for a week? Anyhow, I will do the interview with the latter party, and see what happens. Maybe the ethnic side of it and its attendant behavior patterns will deter me; I just don't know and I am fucking fed up with bottom feeding jobs and the constant hassle staying solvent. Besides, I spent the last 2.5 years working for increasingly exasperating owners, and I desperately need a break from this vitality leaching grind. And part of that exasperation was that I could not believe a word he said, because he would never deliver on his promises, and said ethnic group also has a huge propensity for deceit. It never fucking ends; orchestrated and constant exposure to duplicity, as if 20 married years to someone who was fast and loose with the facts wasn't enough sufferance. And to cast this in the perps' meta-objective perspective, they just love creating misinformation, lies, perceptual reversals and the rest of the informational FUDD (Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt and Deceit). Which works into their epistemology (information theory and science), objectives, augmented by the (arranged IMHO) school shootings.

A shut-in day today, along with copious urination, often timed to coincide just as I switched from one set of headphones (having played locally stored FLAC files) to then listen to online music samples on the other set of headphones (playing MP3 files from online sources). Exciting moments in perp fuckery to be sure. Another key timing point to force urination (of not very much) is to be sending someone an email, purchasing an item online, or doing cutting and pasting (editing files).

Enough excitement to post this now, and call it another week of abusive insanity, and ponder what is next coming down the orchestrated nonsense pipe.

Monday, November 17, 2014


Remembrance Day here, a national statutory holiday. Unlike Armistice Day in the US, where there isn't a mandated national day holiday. And for the record, I don't buy into co-opting Nov. 11 for TI's or other abusees, even if applied by military personnel (very likely in my case, given the profusion of military motifs in the gangstalking scene).

And so, on this Tuesday, I get to start this blog posting in relative comfort and introspection, not to mention better trivial harassment recall. Often times, end of the day recall is highly limited, and by rough measure, less than 10% of the harassment/abuse litany gets a mention in any given posting.

This is the post yoga day, always a big deal for the perps it seems, and a rare full day off afterward, going by the calendar. Though, I have had plenty of yoga classes on other days of the week, but it seems that Mondays are a big deal for the perps, the first day after the weekend.

I wasn't going to go to yoga yesterday for fear of the heavy Wheezer+Gasper Dude arriving beside me as for the prior three sessions. The prior "internal" (read, remotely planted thoughts) dialog of the last few days was that three stakeouts with this cat was too plenty and I would go to yoga on Wednesdays. And so I came to understand, again from this dialog, that I was going to be made to go nonetheless. And yes, once back from vineyard work yesterday, I duly got dressed for yoga and went to class, if nothing else that to admire the female instructor and work on stretching and poses. Regular readers will know that yoga is of particular interest for the perps, all those spine stretchings and twistings, often times emulated by the excessive frequency of ambulatory gangstalkers on the street and in the stores doing their "bend-overs", seeming partial poses.

When at yoga, the class mat placement and location of me and all others is of seeming major orchestration, and my regular spot had a new female visitor in place, and so I situated myself in the latter half of the room, with her partially in my view of the instructor. She was very large (Unfavored), and with a red top no less, always a red rag to a bull, as in an Unfavored color. Anyhow, others trickled in, and the class filled up with some 16 women, and save one, not a single tattoo on display. (And the Wheezer+Gasper didn't arrive either). The exception was Star Girl, who has three star shaped tattoos on her wrist, though with her placement (often near me of late), I did not see them the entire practice. Thank goodness for small mercies, not seeing tattoos that is.

I am getting bummed out this week due to the fact that my job winds up this week, and that I have next to nothing in my bank account. It seems the perps just revel in making me broke, and I cannot count the number of times they have pulled this, against my own instincts and sense of fiscal prudence. This goes back decades, and for the perps, there was nothing better than having an abetting (then) spouse who would pull these same financial stunts. As in, stress the victim some more, with a fill-in-the-blank option as to the rationale. But since the perps went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002, there was a considerable escalation as to stressors, all pointing back to the Thems I came to understand. About the only positive outcome in all this abuse and whole life orchestration is the realization that it is from a single central source, and only the delivery means and players vary, along with the theme and associated rationale.

Onto other perp hijinx; last night they had me somehow "miss" in getting into my sleeping arrangements (in the dark) and also having me not register the fact that I went to bed and to sleep underneath my mid-grey colored bed sheets, and directly on top of the teal colored foam pad. A first for the 1.5 years of staying at this location, but not too surprising in that the color of one's bedding seems to be of prime interest to the perps, as with clothing colors, and the color of all else, seen or touched or ingested. And no less, they woke me up in the early morning to have me find this out, but kept me too sleepy from doing something about it as I was still warm enough. Go figure, but it wouldn't be the first time these early morning "realizations" have been laid on me, for seeming trivial reasons from my perspective.

And why this intense dude gangstalking coverage whenever I am shopping for mushrooms in the stores? I get a dude with his ass backed up to the mushrooms chatting (aka Cheersing) with someone else in an orchestrated set up/malingering to stop me going there at first. A few days ago while at the mushrooms at another store, I had the "Dude Convergence" stunt, where two or more males appear to be coalescing abreast to then come right at me. This puts me in a momentary panic, so they must be fishing for some kind of abreaction I have to such past encounters, though I cannot recall any. In the latter example, only one of the two dudes arrived near me, an apparent staff member to putz with a price display tag 2' away. The other dude then moved on with a bag of tortilla chips in hand, the very same kind the perps make me routinely purchase. Then at the checkout, another follower had a cooked chicken on the conveyor belt, the very same kind I regularly purchase. Purchase emulations are nothing new for this gig.

Like a Monday (after a day off) but on a Wednesday. I wonder what perp synchronicity is in this arrangement. Most often I regard the perps as fucking insane and have no interest in their games over day of the week, numeric arrangements etc.

A day unlike any I have spent, save some sawmill graveyard shift back in 1978; I participated in a night picking of frozen grapes on the vine, aka ice wine harvest. The temperature has to be less than -8C, and the grapes are to arrive at the winery in a frozen state. At $20/hour, and my bank account drained, it would of been foolish to pass it up. And so I joined this 30 strong throng to "flock pick" frozen grape in the dark. We were issued head lamps and harvesting shears, and worked six rows simultaneously, three on each side of a central tractor that carried a bin that the swampers put the fully picked buckets into. No ordinary tractor, but a Yanmar T80, fully rubber tracked no less. (And have I mentioned the perps and their abiding preoccupation with rubber in all its forms and uses? Many times, but this one was different in that it was a tracked, not a rotational tire, vehicle that was in our midst).

No question the gangstalk thing was going on, but as I was busy heads down picking, I wasn't accorded much loathing time. And then to finish it all off with a "payday moment", as in lining up to get paid, why, it must of been out of the perp employment games playbook. And too, another research theme of theirs is changing diurnal light levels and how my vision adjusts, specifically the rods and cones cells in my eyes. And of course at about 0530h the dawn starts to break and this truly is a high perp moment, just as dusk onset is.

And all those people nattering the whole time, moving about from row to row, "helping out" etc., because that is what "flock picking" is about; we pick altogether and fill in where pickers are getting behind, so the row is picked clean. And of course, without the sense of guardedness that piece rate picking would bring. All those LED headband lights was also a likely interest of the perps, though rarely did I catch a full beam in the face. Anyhow, as fluid as it all seemed, one can be sure that the perps had a research field "day" with all those factors at work together; rubber, diurnal eye/light physiology, fruit harvesting, colder temperatures, and the inevitable clustering of participating personnel.

Other perp manifestations during the ice wine pick were that they giving me pain in the nuts, a generalized dull pain with a definite onset, and sometimes coincident with someone else coming in to work near me. For the past 2.5 years I have worked at a vineyard with overhead high voltage power-lines on one side of the property, and I am sure they wanted to test me out without this EMF aid, as in etheric (or whatever term one wished to use) person-EMF energy interactions that were not so close to said power-line that runs up the Okanagan Valley to Kelowna. Long time readers will recall in 2010 and 2011 that I worked at a farm with overhead power-lines, and whenever we worked the field underneath it (pumpkins then), the "nut hunting" (aka general genital) pain would come on for a few minutes and then back off. No doubt the perps were calibrating their powerline proximity research. And too, helicopters on some hikes/farm jobs have flown overhead of powerlines in my presence and proximate shills.

A sleep for four hours this afternoon, much needed, in conventional terms. Regular readers will know that the perps can routinely manipulate my sleep needs at a whim, and can have me stay up all night for three days in succession without any apparent daytime need to catch up. Imagine, one of the most central physiological adult human needs, sleep, can be dispensed with if they determine if there is some kind of immediate research benefit. No doubt they are working, or perhaps even know, all the physiological energetics of sleep and human development through to adulthood. Another one of their tricks relating to the above mentioned adult sleep need elimination, is to invoke a giddy or derealization state after three successive days of sleep deprivation, as if this was a consequence. I have experienced such derealization sensations back in their panic attack invocation games of 1986-89, and have come to know from my ADD research days of 1996 to 2002, that should one's temporal lobes be de-energized to some extent, then derealization will occur. And have I not mentioned that this part of the brain is the locus for physic research? Not lately, but it runs central to this whole nonconsensual human experimentation gig, and may well have other ramifications for the perp's seeming quantum energy research objectives related to the "Measurement Problem" and "Many Worlds". Such a huge agenda to be sure, but then again, IMHO, it includes the human race, not just us beleaguered TI's on the front line of the human abuse imperative.

A job interview this afternoon; I felt tongue tied and mentally sluggish; I have had such sensations in job interviews in the long past, and wondered why I seem so dull when I should be up. Now I know why this "happens". Suffice to say it went OK, which means no expected success. The two interviewers seemed kind of dullified as well; a whole 30 minutes interview time. They even had one of the interviewers walk past me twice beforehand while was waiting in the lobby. The same person gave me the mushiest handshake I ever had, post interview. And an avoidant gaze to go with it. At one point in the interview she was shooting the HR guy a nasty look while he was looking down. All too weird, and all too contrived, so why did they put this act on? Not that I expect a job offer or anything, but if all my job interviews in the past were orchestrated, then why did these cats put on an act of seeming exclusion? Go figure.

Said interviewer had an standard size white envelope in hand when stalking me in the lobby. Before that, I was waiting in my vehicle in the parking lot for 10 minutes, and lo, if the black vehicle two stalls away didn't have a white envelope bearing woman arrive from the opposite direction, examine her vehicle on the far side for a few minutes and then came around to the drivers side, visible to me.  (A white parked vehicle on the opposite side). Envelope bearing stalkers are nothing new, though for the most part the envelopes have been light brown or buff yellow and larger sizes. No, I didn't think they were the same woman, as one was taller. If the perps mess with someone's height it seems they need a few days to do it, though there have been tales of shape shifting from animal to human form in minutes per David Icke.

My prediction; the perps will hang me out to dry for at least two months; as in no employment. Such a state hasn't occurred since they went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002. And now that I have been gainfully employed for 2.5 years, why, it is time to whack the victim again. With the only difference of being an official statistic this time, taking EI (Employment Insurance) benefits, much reduced from the current unsatisfactory wage level of course. Even the difference of putting TI's through spells of unemployment taking EI benefits (not since 1976-77) versus Disability (har, har) benefits of the last 12 years is a big deal to the perps. It is another "so what" as far as I am concerned.

It was a 40 min. drive which was relatively free of traffic, save these car carriers the perps like to put on. Two headed S when I was traveling N, and then one more oppositely when I was returning S bound. And no less, an additional truck with scrapped cars on it too, those compressed/crushed vehicles they like to arrange every so often.

The landlords' electrician installed a humidistat in this here residence today, and at 50% humidity the fan has been going steady since about 1000h, now 1800h. No doubt the fan noise will be a constant companion for the next while, perhaps most days. And to run all this time it has to suck air in from somewhere, that being the great outdoors which is at -4C today. And I see the landlady put the heat down 2C to 20C, which means the actual inside temperature is 18C going by the separate thermometer on the wall. Maybe the humidistat will keep the mold down at long last.

A day of recovery after another night-time ice wine pick. A decidedly greater gangstalking event this time. They kept popping up and getting in front of me about 80% of the time I was walking past pickers picking. We pick as a group, picking side by side, and when done one's row length, 4' to 6' usually, then one leapfrogs past the pickers to get to a new section. I got to wear my knee pads this time and saved myself a whole lot of back pain unlike the first ice wine picking. The perps make no bones about disrupting all my good practice habits and then nail me with their tried and true "consequences".

And much more "inadvertent" picker contact; seeming inadvertent blundering, and one once occasion blindsiding me with a picker placed in front of me as I turned from placing a plastic picking bucket into the back of the foreman's red pickup. Some pickers were beside me on one side and then at a certain set point, they got up and went around me to pick on the other side which was usually covered by another picker anyhow. If such  increased contact and coverage wasn't enough, they it became more intensive after the break time when I ate my lunch, the typical turmeric (read, saturated yellow color) spiced gumbo they have me make. They even hounded me when about to take a forced piss; I turned my head light off and went to an area we had finished picking, as in semi-private, but at least six pickers "happened" to be there for some reason. I then went to a row across the driveway we weren't going to be picking, and lo, if the tractor didn't line me up in its headlights as it came down the opposite row.

It was a shorter work night as we finished in 5.5 hours as one vineyard was relatively easy as the grape stems were exposed, and in the freezing conditions the stems were weak and we could pull many of the grape bunches off, faster than snipping them with the harvesting shears. During this first vineyard, they put on full male jocularity, replete with the nonsense rhymes and the like, and never funny, even if they thought so. We finished in the dark, unlike the first pick, where we got to see each other in the daylight at 0600h.

Sunday, and a day of rest, as in getting laundry done. Not too much excitement on this front, just a weird capped male needed to get ahead of me when entering the building, and then later he was hanging at the public PC. It seems he needed to show me that he was temporarily without cap and coat. Nothing new there, the perps often arrange clothing going on or off with their gangstalkers in public. And too, have them looking at a computer or smart phone display.

Got totally brain wiped last evening, "forgetting" to post this as I usually do on Sunday nights PT.