Monday, May 26, 2014

Poof; a Promising Job Disappears Into the Internet Void

Starting the week on a Tuesday, yesterday a national holiday (Victoria Day) here in Canada, home of Psychopathic Confederacy. Though I would suppose that would be the situation for all TI's in their respective western countries. Aka, The Rude Awakening; finding out that one has no recourse in law as the criminal assailants won't declare themselves, and the police do their bidding and constitutional freedoms are nothing but an indulgent facade for the masses. I am in a blue funk mood, so perhaps I better refrain from this topic in any more depth.

And too, my employer "forgot" to get my paycheck to me on Friday, and I "forgot" that it was due. Convenient, these string of managed "forgets", which serves the perp's games of having regular events suddenly rescheduled. Not only is the timing important for the perps, but creating new timing for regular events is a big deal. No wonder they put the posse of day-glo vested Fuckwits coursing around me while at the ATM. And to allow more gangstalk action, it was at the downtown branch where the ATMs are in the lobby as one passes through to the tellers. At the other branch in town, which I regularly use but "forgot", the ATMs are in their own separate area and not in the traffic lane for teller service. And have I mentioned how often the perps are obsessed over paycheck cashing and any financial transactions of any kind, from coin operated machines to mailing a check to paying bus fare etc.? Way too often. But they have been absolutely consistent about this from the get-go, when they descended upon me in my Seattle apartment in 04-2002 with a shock and awe show of highly unconventional physicalities. Following their debut they would gangstalk me at the checkouts, with these males who would show up with their backs turned to me and keeping stock still. They weren't shopping, so W-in-TF were they doing then?

Yesterday, something I didn't mention in last week's posting; I had finished putting up two towel rails in the bathroom, and then did some facial hair plucking (a 2013 habit start), and then this overwhelming sensation came over me, making me weak, and I had to sit down on the floor to recover from it. Add in some strange head sensations, as if I was sustaining a head injury or something like that (without pain), and I couldn't stand up for a minute or so. I have no idea what this was or how it was remotely invoked, but all I can say is that was momentarily crippling and most strange.

All this "happened" underneath the smoke alarm, an lo, if later in the day the smoke alarm didn't go off by itself.

Anyhow, getting back to the title, and an explanation. A three day weekend just passed, and I emailed the prospective employer on Friday, May 16, saying I was interested in his vineyard laborer position and that phone would be the best contact, as I don't typically have email access during the day. As one can deduce, vineyards don't take weekends off, and maintenance activities continue. No word today, so I should phone tomorrow to find out if he got my email of May 16. I find it most strange that promising jobs just disappear, and this wouldn't be the first. A term for getting the victim into an futile engagement is "gaming", as in playing a game with the victim and then they hear nothing, as in just getting cut off. All too familiar, even with people, though I don't get much of that interaction, being kept in this bubble with orchestrated events at every microsecond. That is, being a prisoner in disguise.

Yoga, different instructor as it was on a Wednesday, and a repeat of the Easter strangeness on Monday when the instructor drives a half hour and only puts on her second class only, not both. Most strange, but one can surmise the perp's dead hand on this one as they have disrupted and cancelled countless yoga classes or otherwise shut it down.

The flat/square assed woman at yoga planted herself exactly in my line of sight to see the instructor, this following someone (with a much cuter ass) who took my regular spot that is closer. And my vineyard co-worker of two years ago was there, but apart from initial "hello' greeting, she got out of there way too fast to be polite. None of her red hair exposure allowed, or at least, more than the perps allow.

Adding to the FUD-Fog, the perps had me "forget" my yoga mat, had to use one there, a deep burgundry red color which also had to be cleaned following class.

Irrigation duties on the vineyard again; some lines needed checking, some were malfunctioning, and of course, water from various sources; creek, lake, and stored in an on-propety tank.

And for heading home, a 20 min. drive, there were plenty of red vehicles up and down the road, at least 50% of them.

More vineyard duties; driving around, filling holes with soil, some wet, some dry and packing it with my boots. The perps like soils, and all the more when they can drive it around in the form of a evenly applied spray on vehicles, and with the vehicle paint color behind it. fascinating for them.

Slacking off on the blogging, mostly because I worked/volunteered for the weekend to help out these folks (family of the vineyard owner) to manually bottle cider. That is, light straw yellow liquid in brown glass bottles, and given the nonsense the perps put me through over the color brown I suppose it was yet another perp managed event. Lots of male jocularity and male chat, then two of them (whom I only met that day) were closing in on me while I was seated at the capping machine. That gave me the heebie, jeebies, and I suppose that was what it was all about; encroachment of males on my personal space, ever a perp favorite them. One of them in a ridiculouse do-rag on his head, the other in a tourist like tilly hat.

Anyhow, I will get this posted for the week,  and resume with a new post for this week, hopefully on the Sunday.

Monday, May 19, 2014

Monday Hijinx Confluence

A busy Monday for the perps, and I haven't made it to yoga yet. After work I exchanged screws I bought three days ago as they scrambled me into getting the wrong size. Then to an agricultural equipment supplier and lo, if they weren't out of the very color of flagging tape I wanted (for work), and out of Atlas Thermofit gloves, size L, So off to another store that has them, and lo, if they didn't obstruct the checkout with some 8 Fuckwits all waiting there. At the gloves display, they had a woman in a dayglo shirt hunkered down and attending to her young child the entire two minutes I was there. A obstruction as I found the gloves but put them on a nearby display and walked out of the store empty handed. Then to the liquor store to get a particular kind of beer to pay the guy who drilled 24 holes into my brackets for my rackmount project. (A computer rack that will hold both stereo gear and computer gear in one cabinet.  At the liquor store checkout a hefty 6'6" idiot was getting way too close, plus they added a lead-ahead tail on me getting out. The gangstalking got heavy once I found the particular kind of beer and went to the checkout. Heavy vehicular swarms coming and going.

Once I got to my residence, there was a new CD in the mail, time to play it while typing this, male Country and Western singer, first time I bought his music. Taking posession of something is a huge gangstalk/harassment moment for the perps.

Then more invasive coincidence; Yahoo is forcing a new password entry today, and given that I have a theme to keep them memorable, I had to do some reworking with the letters, numbers and special characters.

Back from yoga; a blonde exited her parked white pickup, timing it to get ahead of me at the sign-in desk, as in lead-ahead gangstalk mode. It turned out she had tattoos on her calves, revealed by her capri tights. She takes the location in the practice room where Her Blondeness was usually stationed for well over a year of classes. She is a tall 6' blonde woman with tattoos on her wrists only. And as it "happened' the younger regular blonde woman who also had tattoos on her calves (also revealed by capri tights) wasn't there today when she had been a regular for some 3 months. Anyhow, I can barely keep on top of the blondes, their relative sizes and their tattoos at yoga, so why would I expect my readership to? Don't worry, I will call it the Yogic Tattoo-ed Blonde Rotations, and leave it at that.

Only seven other classmates at yoga tonight, one being one of the regular males. He was in his usual spot, putting on his heavy breathing act again, even in child's pose for crissakes. If he was that winded in this Power Yoga class, he shouldn't be there. But of course, he was there to put on the breathing noise, and for whatever purpose that serves the perps and their abiding interest in "the breath", and all those fundamental yogic associations.

One class member was my ex-coworker on the vineyard of two years ago, returning from the University of Chicago with a Masters degree in journalism. As usual (as of two weeks ago) she was evasive and made sure there was minimal interaction, like I was toxic waste, which I might be for all I know in this rabbit hole, as a Prisoner In Disguise.

More rude shit in this town after yoga, in a grocery store; a woman coming in close on my L side and then going around me to the R side at the grocery store, as in personal space violation. Like WTF; I got out of there, and lo if the cashier wasn't opening the checkout in advance of me arriving. Funny how they know.

I see my CD jewel case, brand new as of today, has four cracks and a corner crunched when I got back from yoga. I don't know why the perps like to crack plastic objects, but CD cases usually get the "fumble treatment"; they cause it to leave my hands and land on a hard object and then crack it. Not this time; no apparent cause, just out-and-out sabotage, aka "welcome back, look what we did".

Tuesday, my assigned day of feeling sluggish, as if "from" yoga, which it isn't. Sure, the yoga instructor has something new and different each week, but it isn't that radical to cause all of me to be tired/physically slow. And forgetful, as evidenced by the number of repeated trips along the irrigation rows. Though to be fair, I was hand packing all the tools as the RTV was tied up on fertilizing duty.

I also trained and oversaw the Albanian guy who started today on "suckering", that is, de-suckering or removing the shoots from the trunk region. Shoots from the tied down canes is what we want of course, as that is where the grapes grow. My four year daughter at the time pointed out that "dusting" (removing dust from indoor surfaces) should be called "un-dusting" to be grammatically consistent. I had to agree with her on that point. The perps just love these semantic confusions.

On irrigation duty today at the vineyard, getting the drip systems going. A number of them have been disrupted by winter weather, and the little sprayers are getting clogged up. Even sand grains in the water supply line, which means filtering isn't really happening. The perps just love water interactions, especially after it travels through plastic pipes and sprinkler heads. Back in 1996 I bought a farm and took on significant upgrades to the irrigation and main lines (and to the house). It cost me at least $5k for the excavator and trucking, and here we still are, having the victim (me) putzing with irrigation parts. This is the water supply from the lake, some 120' elevation above, and I expect to be working on a nearby creek to get its water supply to the property. Combine that with overhead power transmission lines, and it would seem this property is a slice of perp heaven for examining these two significant variables of all things energetic, etheric or otherwise.

On the drive home, a white and almond vehicle pair ahead of me, after three vehicles (silver grey, deep red, deep green) peeled off in making the same L turn at an intersection. As it so "happens" I have a white face cloth sitting on an almond colored pedestal sink in the bathroom, so perhaps the perps were attempting in the wild to whatever color reactions they can detect here in my residence.

And some eight vehicles ahead of me and at least four following; it is rare to have the latter for extended drives, save intersections. Two whites immediately following me to keep my "white" color reading, in advance of the above mentioned white-almond pair that was revealed.

I helped out doing the vineyard fertilizer spreading today. The fertilizer is in the form of prills, small round slow release balls, and lo, if wasn't plenty of spilling as it was hand applied, even in my boot and on my clothes. I suppose fertilizer mus interact with the chemical ether, as very often there is fertilizer applied near where I am walking or passing.

I stopped at the R**a big box hardware store on my way home, and the same blonde woman cashier bitch that pulled the reciept from my hand to put her finger nail scratch on the reciept from a few months ago "happened" to be the only available cashier. I usually avoid her, but this time there was no other choice. Sure enough, just as she was giving me change, she leans in some 6" toward me and then stares at me. Fucking creepy, this strange public behavior.

At the gym tonight; the same routine of the shiftless males coursing around me, doing nothing but looking into the distance. Multicultural games too; an E. Indian male comes toward me and then stops and does a 180 degree turn and heads back to where he was. Some two minutes later, after I has gone elsewhere he then re-walks the same path, but going to the exercise balls and then sitting on it, doing nothing else, just looking around, for the next five minutes. Unbelievable.

I cannot get to my email via my so-called smart phone; Yahoo had me changed the password (per above) and the one special character I used is not on the Android keypad for crissakes. What a coincidence, as in staged adversity.

Then the vineyard office PC wasn't running/usable for me to get to my email either. All this extra daytime email "need" was about a job posting, all to no avail as it later turned out.

Another delay in getting to my email this evening, the (new) 4x1 HDMI splitter failed and I had to rewire it directly from the PC to this LCD panel instead of going through the switch. Which is a major pain in the ass as now I cannot get the Oppo player to switch to this same LCD display, and instead, re-connect more cables. The very thing I bought this infernal HDMI switch for isn't doable. Infuriating, especially when waiting 5 weeks for thing to arrive. This switch was to be the heart of my "digital convergence"; playing internet, TV and video through the same display and speaker set up. And have I mentioned the perps just love to mess with switches, wire signal/power paths, cable colors, lighted buttons and the like? Way too often I suspect.

Finally, I get to my email at home and after switch cables, and there is no message from the person I was expecting one from. I wonder if this job opening will suddenly go dead; that is, a promising job posting and an encouraging reply, to which I confirm that I am interested, and then poof, nothing happens at all. The black hole of the internet comes on. All arranged immediately prior to a three day weekend, the Victoria Day holiday, all to sustain the suspense/annoyance. Totally predictable in a hindsight kind of way. They don't sabotage everything, all the time, but instead allow a sliver of hope at the begining, and then hit the victim with a jerkaround/go dead/sabotage stunt. Aka FUD swamping the victim.

Brown box games; two vehicles arriving, one each side of me as I finished packing a blue jacket (one size too big) in it to send back for a size L. A green dressed ambulatory stalker on me at the next stop in the parking lot and then "happening" by when I finished up at the LD store where the post office is. It is a rare event that I purchase a pack a brown box in a parking lot, having brought my tape dispenser and felt pen to address it.

At the vineyard today, extra obvious stalking by the Albanian, somehow stopping in mid-row so he could start in the row immediately behind me after I began a new row of vines. (Have I mentioned that a direction change is a big perp harassment moment, aka, anisotropic event? Too often) Earlier, this half-wit took his morning break immediately following me. I worked to 1030h (0700h start) and took my break (much later than usual), and lo, if he didn't come in as soon as I sat down. He eats in his red metallic maroon vehicle (prime gangstalking color), and parks in the strangest places, eg. where everyone turns their vehicles and a half-assed transverse to the only paved driveway. Yesterday, his parking was at least 10 rows removed where he finished up, meaning extra walking time to get to it, and from my experience, sane farm laborers don't ever do that, especially a certain Asian group.

And at my residence, what it with the headphone wire suddenly going on the fritz and the music dropping out? This insane shit has gone on before, and it is consistent with other sources/devices/headphones suddenly

Saturday, and so far (1100h) a day of fucking hell. It began with the mold I found (again) in the NW corner of this place, on my suitcase which was stored there 2" away from the wall. There is no way mold should of been there, but it was.

Then the detergent jug leaked in the laundry duffle bag, and had to be cleaned up. (This being laundry day). The change machine at the laundromat was on the fritz again, so I had barely enough change to start the clothes in two washing machines.

My vehicle had a layer of yellow pollen on it, and so with the grey and yellow mold on the suitcase, I decided to take it to the car wash though the instruction signs make it clear that one is to wash a vehicle only, nothing else. The change machine there didn't take my $20 either, and I went to the attendant's office, but the door was locked. On my way back he (in a fugly ponytail, ballcap and shorts, -count four Unfavoreds) caught up with me and I gave him my $20. After two attempts he finally got it to make change after several attempts at a different machine. I washed my vehicle, and when ready to wash the briefcase I checked around, and he was busy outside washing a vehicle. I cleaned the suitcase up for some two minutes, and put it back in the trunk. About a minute later he comes through my bay for no seeming reason, and did this at least twice more as I continued with washing my vehicle. When I exited in my vehicle, why, he was standing at the wall with his hands on his hips as if fed up with me and my non-car cleaning (which he never saw. I just don't understand these kind of arranged events where someone acts if they know what I did but did not know in conventional physical terms.

The HDMI switcher began working as "somehow" the power cord was pulled out of the transformer box by 1/4", an old time perp trick which I somehow forgot. Now that the switcher is working (can be turned on/off) why, the signal won't go to this here PC, and I had to yet again re-route the wires after I had undone yesterday's re-routing

I got major stalked on a three stop out more chase down, this time at athe bank, and the hamper thing, rolling it just past me, getting it closer than the stalker dragging could. Then behind me, a fat elder Fuckwit in red and on his cell phone. Four same red vehicles dispersed in the parking lot, and lo, if my phone camera didn't work at that moment. And the outdoor lighting isn't on any more, the sodium arc lamp outside was on in day time for the past two years, but isn't now.

I got screwed out of an additonal errand due to a forced "forget"; this is for wall anchors, an ongoing hassle in getting the right size to mount towel rails in the bathroom. Then too, I got screwed out of a plastic bag (sack in US) to pack my groceries out to the vehicle. They always ask me, and suddenly they don't.

Monday, and a nationnal holiday. The smoke alarm went off for no apparent reason and I had to take it down and get the battery out.

Yesterday, everyone went quiet at the R**a store checkout while I was paying cash, and too, delays, with this Fuckwit staff member in a wheelchair buzzing around the cashier, and then behind me, he in a staff yellow shirt. Then a red dressed fuckwit followed me out to the door, and then stopped and turned around in some mock interest in something. I haven't had an "all quiet" eruption occur for at least four years, and then it "happens" again.

A hike today, and hordes of vehicles on the road, along with the much loathed HD motorcycles and their noise. Another herd of at least 30 elder hikers again, this time before I got to the junction, so instead I went to a different destination. I wasn't alone as it "happened"; while eating my lunch a boy of 16 y.o. or so in shorts only runs down the trail with his dog some 150' away. I was off the trail and observing his activity (aka, constant threat assessment). Then he stops, mills around for three minutes or so, encircling a cluster of trees, and then he starts running again, but in the opposite direction, toward the way he came from. I have seen plenty of 180 degree ambulatory stalking stunts, but this one was positively berserk. It is the first time they have sent a stalker to this location, but as always, I am never alone for long.

The perps pulled a cloud to obstruct the sun while sitting down, so no tanning there. They had me get a tan back at my residence though, an hour outside and reading the McLibel story. And of course, the neighborhood noise started up; hot rod mufflers noise, no muffler noise, HD motorcycles and some lawnmower noise added in.

Time to get this posted, and slack of me to not get this done yesterday (Sunday).

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Noise Through Headphones

Yesterday, yoga; the other two men were strangely absent after been regulars for at least six weeks, so it was all women (about 12) and me. And what is it with light lime green colored garments on the class members? Four at least, two each side of me. The instructor's tights were a faux tattoo look, and at one point the perps added some momentary plasmic "tattoos" on her foot to fake me out and establish a contrast. (And there was a tattoo-ed woman next to me, with fugly ones on her lower legs). I was wearing my spandex shorts for the first time, so perhaps they perps reverted to an all female class for reasons related to maximum gangstalking gain. I don't attempt to correctly anticipate what their tactical objectives are in any given circumstance, but it seems that new situations, (and "new" can be narrowly defined), they prefer Favoreds over Unfavoreds, and bring in the latter category in similar circumstances as a later variable in whatever they are looking for.

 While doing final pruning at the vineyard,  a 40 min. circling aircraft, looking like an all black Hercules (four engined freighter aircraft) with some blackish maser-like emanations targetted in my general direction. There is an airport nearby, but it strikes as an odd flight plan to be staying in the S. flight path for so long. And covering me before and after lunch.

Tuesday, and one where the perps started out extra hyper-abusive/active. They pissed me off for at least two rage-ifications while making breakfast. They also screwed me out of sharpening my pruners last night, so that got done this morning. A rare event, using the diamond honing stones in the morning, and sending the swarf down the drain. (Definition; swarf [noun] an accumulation of fine particles of metal or abrasive cut or ground from work by a machine tool or grinder.)

Sometimes I wonder if I am driving over the very sewage lines that connect to my residence (and diamond swarf!). There is a straight line filled 15" wide patch for the two blocks to the arterial to the highway, presumably a pipe dig/repair job. Not forgetting the perps dug up a block of a downtown street near my place to put twinned 30" sewage lines in and regraded the road in 2007.

Extra vehicular coverage this morning, as well as feeling semi-stoned/floaty. They put on lots of local noise for the first three hours; adjacent vineyard ATV's went back and forth and their personnel "happened" to be across the street on an irrigation job, tractor operations. Additionally, there was asphalt loaded dump trucks on the adjacent road, a paving outfit and their paving equipment. And too, both extra aircraft, low and high altitude.

Once I put on my headphones at 1000h (starting at 0700h now), why the noise culprits all came back for a round of punching the same external noise through my headphones while listening to music on my Android phone. Even the aircraft rotation; local low (1000') elevation buzzing by single engine aircraft, then the high elevation jets, and local helicopters thrown in there too.

Still busy doing the final pruning cuts on the vineyard, along with my adjacent neighborhood noise posse, not to mention the aircraft coverage. In the latter case, the single engine drone noise was put on at various times (3 at least) and ditto for helicopters, both for noise and circling overhead.

Sunny but cool, and listening to music on my Android phone, this static set of artists from A to D, as that is the limit of the micro SD card in the phone.

And the ski jacket I wanted from a sports store, discounted at this time of year, seems not to be online any more. It was an XL and I also wanted to know if it was long enough to cover me in the winter (34" at least). I found out by way of email that someone scooped me on the ski jacket; four days of emails and one phone call to ensure it was the right size and cut, and lo, the jacket is purchased by someone during daytime hours when I was about to order it online the same evening. Funny how that "happens". Not forgetting that my weekend email to the store wasn't recieved somehow (har, har), and it was only when I phoned on Tuesday did I get some action on how long the jacket was. This whole back and forth for the week, getting the specifications on length etc. and I get scooped. Can we say "order obstruction" or some such, perhaps "dashed expectations", fitting the pattern of this insane fixation by the Psychopathic Abuse Corps began in overt form on 04-2002. Mind you, there was only one left; but in this tightly orchestrated world I have been cast into, there are NO COINCIDENCES.

Thursday;  very windy with high overcast; no torso  tanning as I was cooled down too much. At 1100h I finished the final pruning and the next job was "suckering", which really should be called "de-suckering". The removal of shoots on the trunk of the grapevine plant, and only allowing the shoots to shoot from the chosen canes that are now horizontally placed on the trellis wire. The shoots come from the bud and travel vertically between the wires on each side of the posts. So no leg tanning for a week or so as I use kneepads to get low to the ground to rub or knock off the suckers (very soft right now).

I finished the cane laydown and final pruning at 1100h, had lunch, put my pants over my shorts to begin de-suckering, and then started the job. That seemed to be a big deal for the perps, as that was when the aircraft noise started up, the wind speed dramatically increased, and the assholes kept pulling down my L knee-pad, and thereby invoking hissing (non-auditory) rage-ifications for the next three hours, about every 10 min. or so.

The perps often go berserk when I end or start a new job/task, and I suppose this was prime bait for them.

A dull pain in my nuts all day today, same as yesterday. Anytime I move to a new orientation or next to a different object, this pain starts up. Going back to the Days of Infamy, when I was getting hunted down by the assholes in the streets of Seattle in 04-2002, they would zap me in the nuts to a near-crippling level. (Little did I know they could also monitor my pain reaction remotely). Having experienced zappings already, and noting that they always stopped whenever I was near metal objects, I put a metal tool in my underwear, and lo, if the zapping of my nuts didn't immediately stop. They continued head zappings, and I got immediate relief whenever I was in my vehicle. And so, here we are 12 years later of intense and relentless abuse, and now they are re-zapping my nuts again, but only at a dull pain level. I hasten to call this progress, but to them it probably is.

I was working in wet grass and wet grapevines from a prior rain in the early morning. Even with gumboots and knee pads, my pants got soaked, though dried out by days end. It was a TGIF day; doing "suckering" which is really "desuckering" , which is the removal of shoots from the trunk of the grape vine by rubbing the bark and knocking off the fragile buds as they are just emerging. And it is a gruesome job, being on one's hands and knees, with the big decision as to whether one crawls on all fours to the next grape vine (4') away, or gets up to take one step and then crouch down again. Better than picking strawberries, not by much though. Once it it done, there isn't much more of it to do, save the odd shoot (sucker). Unless one has planted Ehrenfelser grapes, as I am given to understand that they develop suckers all season long. Most grape varieties aren't like that thankfully.

All those tidy and clean looking vineyards are a totally manicured state created by poor vineyard laborer schmos, like yours truly, as his masters didn't like him working in forestry or IT anymore, and decided that farm laboring was going to be his new gig. All with plenty of down time, as well as things going wrong, and all arranged of course down to every last glance or thought.

And an example of accelerated noise confluence today; the overhead drone of single engine aircraft for ten seconds, then the roar of jets overhead for about the same, then the buzz of a helicopter coming through and finally the hoarse sound of someone's ill-maintained muffler on a passing vehicle. What was so odd about this was that the noise hadn't time to decay or otherwise finish before the next one came on, for all four of these noise sources. Normally there is a minute or so and the first sound ends before the next one comes on, but not today to drive the point home; we control the noisescape.

And screwed on screws again today; this wretched rack server project where the rail mounts were 1/100" out and did not fit the rails, and now having to drill holes in a new set, and today the perps scrambled me and I got 5/8" screws when I wanted 3/8". Only when I got home was I allowed to figure that one out. I have already been skunked 3x at a local big box store in getting the screws and nuts, and finally settled on an industrial supplier who had them in the quantities I needed. But as the mounting brackets are awaiting drilling by someone with a drill press, I can rest easy knowing that this latest cognitive attack isn't holding anything up. I won't go into the litany of things that have gone wrong with the rack server project, as it would be too tedious for my readership IMHO.

And I see Monica Lewinsky is 40, and wrote a piece for Vanity Fair. I have seen her twice on the gangstalking beat in the past 12 years, the last time was 2006 when she was part of this outrageous stunt (or else a look-alike). I was hiking on a trail not far from Victoria, and there she was leading a party of four in a mid-blue colored (unflattering) spandex outfit, matched top and shorts. As soon as I identified her, she swept her big doe eyes to her R, which ordinarily was most odd, as it was a rough trail with lots of bed rock outcroppings to contend with. But that wasn't all; following her in file were identical Asian male twins about 20-24 y.o., one dressed all in a mid-brown outfit, and the other in an all light blue outfit. Their outfits consisted of a jacket and shorts to mid thigh, and of the same fabric (apart from color) and were and identically cut. Another Caucasian male followed them in file. It was quite the most astonishing sight, not only twins, but in these ridiculous hiking outfits and differentiated only by their color. A brown and blue clothing test it would seem, with Asian flavored skin tones.

Anyhow, I have seen Monica Lewinsky once before as a bank teller, though with brown hair, not her everyday lustrous black mane. I have seen her likeness from a distance (90') where I could not make a positive identification some dozen times or so. Though from 2003, the perps have been planted her name and visage in mind consistently, and whenever "Monica" appears in print, they will send my eyes there first, e.g. "Santa Monica Boulevard" etc. At my daughter's Gr. 11 year end event, one of the teachers was a amateur opera singer, and she sang a piece titled "Monica, Monica". My ex was quite stricken by this event for no seeming reason that I could fathom, and wasn't in any frame of mind to talk about anything afterward. There was a large woman sitting alone in front of us at the time, something I found a little odd given the event was populated by parents and family. Anyhow, one can be sure that this latest Vanity Fair piece will serve as grist for lots of perp planted notions and suggestions for the next week or two. I have no idea as to how this fits in the entire harassment universe, and don't care to dwell on it. As with many TI's, romantic notions are often planted in mind, and again, I have no compelling reason to believe any of it or otherwise consider such. And too, as one TI pointed out to me, the perps can fake looks and form, so my sightings could of been an operative made to look like her, which is very possible in this unconventional rabbit hole I have been cast into. All part of the harassment-scape in one of its more unusual facets.

Besides, if one agreed with my analysis that my whole life has been orchestrated, the perp's choices of girlfriends/wife has been abysmal. The lying passive-agressives seem to be able to find me and artfully know how to jerk my chain. Why would I trust the perps any further? Just leave me the fuck alone and find me a cabin with decent road access on 20 acres, and don't plant anyone on me as I don't need/want it, and I am long past romance being a consideration (will be 60 y.o. in July). Even if my employer made this rather strange and directed comment to me, "your wedding", to which I replied, "no call for that". And why didn't I say something like, "what do you know about my wedding plans as I don't have any, and who told you".

Saturday being laundromat day, and lo, if the Cheers-ing males weren't on stand-and-gab duty. That is, apparently individual disparate males that somehow came to know each other there, and stood yacking near my dryer.

Extra stalker action all over me, especially on the roads. Some kind of communal event has spawned at least a hundred cyclists which "happened" to be crossing my path before making a R turn. Other gangstalkers plugged the bank ATM and line when I wanted to get some cash, so I didn't bother. All these loafing and shiftless males at the bank; I don't get it.

Even my landlord got in on it and busied himself around this detached residence, popping up to put himself in front of the very window I was about to open, twice no less. Then when my open windows were deemed not permitted by the Fourth Reich, why, he drove his red pickup into the backyard, some 10' away, and then put on his truck stereo with open doors so I could hear his music. Screw that, and I closed them. That is how it goes of late; constant agitation and gangstalker coverage. Even the specialty food store got into the act with an off-duty staff member hovering over the sun block display when I wanted to get there, not once, but twice in five minutes. Some shiftless male cruised the grocery section for no apparent purpose other than taking the long way around to the bulk foods. A pair of women loitered at the end of the checkout, pretending to be oblivious to blocking egress.

And I see that my disability payments have ended, like I requested over a month ago, and now I must radically re-adjust my financial picture to keep myself on vineyard worker's wage alone. And have I been on top of this eventuality and planned for it? Of course not; one look at extra weekend jobs some five weeks ago was as far as it went, which is absolutely pathetic and totally out of character. Not to mention some ridiculous expenses that I racked up recently, and more coming soon. (And even more ridiculous expenses planted in mind which I categorically rejected, usually with an external noise at that very instant). No end of uncharacteristic lassitude continues to creep into my existence, and I am extremely vexed by this new development of being a prisoner in disguise.

Sunday, and off to hike on this sunny weekend day, though the air was cool (14C). A herd of at least 40 elder-hikers in an organized group "happened" to be at the top of McIntyre Bluff when I got there at 1130h. I only saw one at first, then when settled and getting my lunch from my pack, why, all the remainder trooped by. Only one other hiking party on the way down which was most odd, as I get 10 or so normally. And of course the HD motorcycle noise from the highway below, at least a mile away, and 400' lower in elevation.

I got an hour of tanning time without the cloud games of having it planted in front to create shade. It looked as if a large cloud was making a beeline to block the sun from the W, but after some 5 min. of comparatively rapid movement, it stopped and stayed in place.

At least 60 motorcycles parked in Okanagan Falls when passing through on my return. Lining Hwy 97 for some kind of organized event. Still no intelligence yet on why the perps are so nuts about motorcycles, apart from their noise. It has to a an abreaction rationale, as they want me to see the motorcycles and the dress code that goes with it, often separated. So what did they do to MKULTRA children in the late 1950's with motorcycles? I am still hoping to find out. Though from the perp's perspective they are the perfect vehicle to exercise their petroleum products obsession; a gasoline tank at the rider's knees feeding an internal combustion engine directly under the ass of the rider. Plus noise and vibration, two more perp etheric disruption methods I have come to know firsthand. And without the same level of plastics and materiel of an automoblie that seems to puzzle the perps so much. Not my problem, just leave me the fuck alone.

I shall get this posted lest I get "forgetted' later this evening.

Sunday, May 04, 2014

More Music Machinations

More jerk-arounds with playing and fixing audio files following last week's posting, done yesterday. The audio album was in a single large file and the separate Cue file with the song durations and song names aids in parsing the large audio file into individual song files. Or, at least, that is what Cue Tools was to do, but it wasn't functioning. The only freeware software I could find screwed up the assignment of song name to file, and so I had to manually figure out the song and its title and edit the meta-data. Thing was, I didn't know the album real well and had to play it in pieces. The Tag Scanner editor was used to edit the meta-data, and it has its quirks, all while playing the album too. That got too confusing (read, remotely applied cognitive dithering), and so I resorted to to play the samples of each song. Anyhow, interesting the perps are having me switch back and forth from this here box and using Tag Scanner and then using samples to play the same music while fixing audio file meta-data.

Vineyard work today, though not the usual kind. It was kitty litter/cat shit composting duty, unloading some 30 bags of it and digging it into the composting grape skins from last year's harvest. And horrid it was too, as the collected rain water on the bags strangely would flick back into my face or coat. The cutting knife was dull too, and wouldn't cut the bags, so I had to tear them open, and lo, if some of the kitty litter didn't somehow flick back at me too. The stench was terrible as well. The boss wanted to dump these at the base of the vines, but once I told him about Cryptosporidium, and association with cat shit, he decided to mix it in with his compost.

And he wanted me to make trips picking up stones and garbage between the rows in the vineyard, the stuff that he had been driving the tractor over for the prior year. And have I mentioned how obsessed the perps are over tires, rubber and their contact with the ground and how soon I will step on the very same patch of ground? Way too often, and it is not over yet.

Monday is usually yoga with the darling pixie instructor, and we were back to this after the scheduling oddities of last weekend and the apparent conflict with Easter Monday. They put on a new male, swapping out with the regular one, and the Mr. Red act again, though only a red shirt this time. Both with fugly over-sized shorts and very hairy legs. Both on my R. one behind the other. And both putting on this incredible wheezing and gasping act, aka heavy breathing. It was ridiculous to say the least. A regular woman was put on my L side for some reason, as she has always been far 15' to my R and near the door. All too strange, these musical places each week.

A day of vineyard work on the vines, making the final pruning. Lots of counting of the buds per cane, and do the perps like me to be counting. Not to mention sabotaging me, forcing a re-count due to their dynamically applied cognitive dithering.

I was sunny, hence sun block lotion, another perp prop of considerable importance to them. The horrid goopy SPF 50 has got to go, as it looks like I stuffed my face in a can of white grease. And lo, I find that SPF 15 isn't at the LD store, so I had to buy SPF 30 in another brand, other than Ombrelle. It seems the perps like that kind, possibly because it has loathsome fragrance in it, but now need to change it up, not to mention changing the SPF rating.

Not warm enough to go shirtless today, as the wind was up, and was cool. I put on my headphones and did the music listening most of the day. My Android phone and Poweramp app seem to work OK together. But as this was the first time I had used the latter since last summer, they had to screw me around "forgetting" how to select the artist's albums.

Anyhow, no major excitement until exiting the LD store when this fat fucker tailed me out of the store to the parking lot, making out he was LD staff. Then a long haired male freak was driving into the parking stall next to me on the driver's side, and I vacated the empty stall opposite, and he drove over where I walked, an abiding perp obsession.

My first breakfast in six weeks now without the yellow diet food. I finished it up, and that might be why the perps are so dizzy this morning. 

A full day in the vineyard today, save a morning garbage run to stuff the bins and get the recycle yard waste out, the one bag that was "forgotten" two weeks ago. I did all my pruning with the Android phone/player playing some of my music. And of course the single engine aircraft came out to circle overhead and send their noise to my ears with much Favored music playing at the same time (Celtic music with one of my very favorite female vocalists). Then the high altitude jets following the single engine aircraft and spewing contrails, came a few minutes later to punch their dull roar through my headphones, still playing.

A major day of contrails today, dicing and slicing the sky with white lines on blue and some high haze filling in some of the panels. Very often the contrails match the angles of the mountains in the distance.

My suntanning got curtailed some, then it was help the son-in-law for a short span. The perps cannot get enough stalkers around me when I am tanning, or more often, tanning and then I put a shirt on.

More games with online orders; I see that a vinyl LP came, which I did not intentionally order as I don't have a turntable. As it was $5 plus some shipping, it is another item that will be chucked without having using it. A very common perp arrangement; order the wrong/unfitting thing and get rid of it having not used it. And I see on the CD is $55.95 plus shipping, and it the last LR album to get.

As I write this in the evening, they (putative neighbors) are vibrating this place, even if it an unattached dwelling, as the next door neighbor is undertaking round #2 of soil movement with a min-excavator. Looks like a big compost pile, as in a full dump truck full, the second such event in the last three weeks. Have I mentioned that the perps like to expose me to soils, of all colors and constitutions, not to mention the long running composting games a the First Feral Family house in Victoria? Way too often I suspect.

It seems like a major silly day for the perps was brewing this morning; a full frontal shave with the integral Teflon rub strip seems to get the perps excited, as I now do this twice per week

Now major vibration noise, and shaking this house from next door, at 1815h, a little late for landscape workers don't you think? Said noise erupted as my just-arrived-today CD finished playing, and now I am going to copy it do my hard drive, aka "rip it", though I loathe the term as it has no seeming meaning.

Gym tonight; and always a designated "hound dog" male gangstalker, one who shows up an inordinate amount, this time starting with me taking my jacket off and putting it in the cubbies. As usual, the "hound dog" has fugly shorts below his knees, and went one worse with green camouflage colored shorts. Last week's male hound dog/stalker at the gym was in red plaid shorts. Fugly and fuglier. Not to mention other Unfavoreds on view in the public swim pool below; major obese cases (250+ lb) strutting around in shorts.

Going to the gym and then grocery shopping bought me some relative quiet, as they were still pounding the ground next door when I got back (2000h), and shut it down within a minute of my arrival, and just before I was set to look over the fence to see WTF it was. Hopefully that was it, though somehow I doubt it. Having me here at this PC and its combination of strange emissions and the color changes and while vibrating the house is just too attractive of a proposition for the perps and their non-stop etheric perturbance assault.

Went to a show last night; Ruth Moody -highly recommended for the folk-accoustic (with electric guitar support) crowd, though not for my metal-head readers. She is not in anyway as austere as the link pic might be interpreted; more like gracious, smiling (happily), and captivating by way of her humbleness. She is a genuine folkie, and I am smitten as far as fan adulation goes.

The actions at the adjacent tables was interesting to observe; extra smart phone action as one example, -at least four of them immediately in front of me, and using them as flashlights as well so I could be pit-lamped momentarily, both in close and from the opposite end of the restaurant.

The owner was on patrol (read, excessive proximate activity), standing in the doorway from outside, then walking around outside, then coming in and sitting near me, having to squeeze past my table in close.

The party of three in front was joined by a frizzy white haired elder male, and so the "musical chairs" games began. He was seated 6' away facing W, and hung out with these ersatz "friends", checking out his so-called smart phone under the table. Then he took off for 35 min. or so, including the set break. Then he comes back, and with the musical chair games, he sits in front of me, 2' away from my knee. But that wasn't enough, as he then weaved and bobbed his head, and had to make an excessive lean over the to the blonde woman who was a member of this party.

Other freaks that were given extra gangstalking duty in the audience were the fat girls on "gut strut", normally a male stalker assignment.

I am now getting a vision assault while listening to the above performer's CD I bought last night. I am attempting to read the credits on the CD case, and both eyes are getting a stinging attack and causing extra tear flow so I cannot read it presently. I shift back to this here blog, and lo, I am allowed to read (mostly) what I am writing about. Talk about being under someone's thumb.

And then when reading her bio, per above link, why, another stinging vision attack.

Of late, the motorcycle noise is very evident; what is it about motorcyclists that need to tail or precede me into stores and banks? Yesterday, a red-shirted motorcycle tail comes in while I was at the checkout at the health foods store, and then walks out a few minutes later, not having purchased anything. I finish up a the checkout and exit the place, and lo, if the motorcyclist isn't still malingering in the parking lot. He should of been long gone in the few intervening minutes between his strange exit (no groceries) and for me to finish at the checkout.

Then today, I changed up my routine and went to the downtown bank. It was no surprise to the perps, as they arranged for the last available ATM to be scooped by a ball capped fugly shorted dude. There was no one waiting in the line for cashiers, so I went in and did business directly with a real person. A motorcyclist was exiting the bank just as I entered (and was the same height and form of the motorcyclist from the day before). A line of three arrives behind me within the minute, but no big deal. The cashier was friendly and all, and gives me this ridiculous stare before I finished up. I go to the entry way and there is a day-glo dude standing there on the other side waiting for the sliding glass door to operate, and then from behind him come three more parties, making out that they are independently arriving in this clusterfuck swarm at the bank entrance. I scoot around this organized confusion and get to my vehicle, and then when backing out another freaking motorcyclist wants my stall in his giant Goldwing.

And plenty of other motorcycle stalking this week, not to mention the associated gratuitous noise which I absolutely loathe. And of all the perp themes and stunts, I have not yet found any kind of abuse/torture/torment related to motorcycles and young children. By way of extensive reading I have a speculative handle on all these Unfavoreds and why they might be planted around me for abreactive response purposes;

  • skinheads (male bald heads) -per Lynne Moss-Sharman's recollections of visiting clinics where patients had their heads shaved with...
  • tattoos to serve as consistent reference locations for brain research
  • Scottish accents -Dr. Ewan Cameron was in Montreal when I was there, 1956-57,1958-59
  • white clinical garb -same, if visiting a psychiatric research hospital that Dr. Cameron ran
  • wheelchairs -same if the subjects/patients weren't ambulatory, per above hospital
  • military uniforms/marching -the web site, The Indian Lake Project has pictures of military personnel with children and thought-to-be dates were latter 1950's
  • clerical garb -the tragedy of non-consensual research/murder of children at Quebec's Catholic institutions has been well documented in the Duplessis Orphans literature (sample link)
  • chinless stalkers -aliens as depicted in common reconstructive drawings don't have chins
  • red hair -aliens, read in the Alien Jig Saw site, now down to harassment of the autho, though there are other web references
  • guns and red splatter -some accounts in Brice Taylor's book (Thanks for the Memories) of some children being gunned down in front of the others, and ample references in cult and ritual abuse.

But at no time have I encountered anything in the abuse and MKULTRA literature about motorcycles, their noise, and the particular dress style associated with bikers. Very often the perps will leave their HD's as props on the side of the street, and from my understanding of the biker crowd, that is the last thing you want to do unless you are a full patch member of a particular bike club. Because they will steal the bike for parts, and yet everyone who has one seems to not care about possible theft when strutting or otherwise displaying their motorcycle here in suburbia.

Is there anyone out there in TI or Governmental abuse world who has insights on how the perps may have treated young children in concert with motorcycles and their owners? Perhaps it was a military motorbike exposure during the Lost Years of 1956 to 1960 when almost all of my recall was purged, but that doesn't explain the biker garb schtick I am often bombarded with.

Saturday, and the "need" for a full leg wax. A young blonde girl and plenty to talk about as it "happened". She was using red colored wax this time, and lo, if there wasn't plenty of red exposures (vehicles and shirts of ambulatory stalkers) on the way home. I got my legs tanned while working at the vineyard the day before, so most of the hairs would of had a single day of sunlight exposure for 2014. And believe me, sunlight is a vital variable in the perp research game, often being arranged to come on when starting a new row of vines, when I change my music choice.

I got nailed with a later get-up time, and didn't have lunch before the above appointment, and was totally unaware of it until at least 1500h. Have I mentioned that the perps like to delay my normal feeding times and schedule extra-exposure activities in its place? Way too often. Laundry got done in the afternoon when normally it is the morning.

Sunday, and what a stunt the perps pulled this morning. I went to a big box home store to get some machine screws, washers and nuts, and while in the aisle attempting to locate these items in the quantity I needed (100), a procession of males, about one per minute needs to come by. After the third one I ended the search as this was becoming such a gangstalking fest. 

So... I go to another similar store, and the same thing started up, including one stalker who was at the above mentioned store, and this isn't the first time I have had a tail from these two stores in a single outing. This mofo wanted to horn in on where I was, so I decided to screw (so to speak), and got out of the place. As I was crossing on the crosswalk outside in the parking lot, this idiot in a van comes straight at me, so I had to scuttle out of the way. I mouth off at him while he was still driving, and I doubt he heard any of it. But it so "happens", this skinheaded male nearby, about to enter the store, calls me out about mouthing off. He had to have seen it all happen, but because the almost-victim is publically vocal about a run-down attempt, he mouths off a the victim (me). Like WTF; the perps setting me up for a run-down attempt, (perhaps an overstatement, as I don't know what the driver's true intent was), and then having a gangstalker chime in to mouth off at the victim because he didn't like being run down. Only in Pentiction, the current setting of TI World.

Anyhow, time for the weekly posting, but as a reminder, is there anyone out there who has specific knowledge of how motorcycles were used as abuse/harassment props on young children, in the 1950's or even as present?