Re-work

07-27-2014
The perps have me in a deep groove of feeling grossly overweight, instead of 20lb overweight. I don't know why they do this, but these bouts will go on for a few days and then lapse into the usual few times per week level. Not to mention who can remotely remove weight by safe means without diet or invasive surgery. Yes, I loathe the sight of excess body flab, and yes, the perps take every moment they can to remind me with their orchestrated Fat Folk parades, (aka, the Gut Strut) gangstalking. Not my problem if I loathe the sight of body flab, and I don't see why an undeclared subversive agency with billions at their annual disposal needs to hound me by displaying their flabby gangstalkers over 12 years and two supposedly democratic countries (Canada, USA).

A second day this week of removing shoots from the trunks of grapevines; these are the same rows I did two weeks ago, but more shoots grew in. And it is no surprise the perps like things to be done over again, from forcing an second trip back to the house from a forced "forget" in bringing my yoga mat to the vehicle, to longer term epsisodes, like building a corporate database for forestry data that had to be done three times over 8 years. I always wondered why such ineptitude was so rampant with my former government employer, especially for IT, but now it makes sense. Especially when one adds in the perp's abiding interest in information, where it comes from, how one uses it and passes it on, how one retrieves it etc. Its as if each meme (cogent fact set) has its own psychic signature they would like to identify and of course, control. I suppose I am due for finding out about information theory, and whatever quantum energetic qualities each meme has, and then sets of associated memes. Way to complicated for a vineyard laborer.

Smoke alarm hi-jinx late last week. One failed, and the landlady supplied me with another. It kept chirping every 5 minutes by itself once the battery was put in it, even if it did pass the button press test. Then she brought another one, same make, and lo, if it didn't also do the same. Funny she hasn't asked about them, all three lined up just inside my door for her to pick up. (Which she didn't).

05-28-2014
I see that yesterday's blogging just disappeared, now starting anew (again) for the week. [No, it somehow came back in an artful bait-and-switch stunt,- some 10 minutes later].

And just for my benefit, a new perp integration stunt. Having a certain Fat Girl, "ML" for now, in my (invaded upon) dreams just before getting up, and now, many follow-on planted ideations of her while making breakfast. Never before have I had dream material that was then fodder in my waking thoughts.

Vineyard work today; some rain while tucking vine shoots in the trellis wires. And lo, if the assholes didn't pull a dog shit stunt, plastering it onto my knee pads just before my 1000h morning break.

05-29-2014
A day of clothing changes; rain gear on (pants and jacket), then as the rain rolled off the former with my sweater on, then removing the sweater for a shirt on, then with no rain pants on as it continued to warm up and become dry. All as a prior color energy "warm up" to helping the son-in-law unload his cargo of four pallets of brown glass cider bottles in brown cardboard box cases, a five high pallet load, the same ones I was handling on the weekend (4 days ago) and bottlling at another site.

He needed me to aid in pushing the pallet jack in with the fork lift and pallet jack, while he ran the fork lift to move the pallets between his trailer and the shipping container. And to no surprise, I have encountered vehicular gangstalking trailer loads of wine bottles the weekend before (on a Sunday no less), last weekend, and the adjacent winery with a very similar trailer load some 400m away, left out all day for some reason. Not to mention our own winery has three pallet loads of bottled, but unlabelled wine sitting in it.

And a major vehicular gangstalking event, as I headed to the same son-in-law of the owner to drop something off, and he gave me some left over ice wine and some of his to-be-commerical sauces I had tried last week.

05-30-2014
Vineyard tucking all day long, mostly sunny but not hot. A vehicular clusterfuck at the gate when leaving; some seeming two visiting couples in two vehicles parked in the driveway at the gate and decidedly blocking egress. They walked the 100m of driveway I had just driven on to retrieve their vehicles, one driving the white vehicle past me, and the other strangely backing up the orange (Unfavored color) up onto the road. And the owner "happened" to be returning from Vancouver (5 hour drive) at that moment, and so his black SUV was also queued up (having been driven past the gate and then turned around a quarter mile ahead and now coming downhill). All told, four vehicles including mine for the mere act of departing from my work site, something I do 5x/week. Though, it is consistent with long running nonsense stunts at this same gate, and as mentioned in past blogs, going from gravel to paved surfaces, or vice versa, is a HUGE deal for the Psychopaths of the Fourth Reich.

06-01-2014
Saturday, and the usual litany of chores to do; laundry with the red-shirts and shiftless males in ball caps. And while it was washing, onto other chores, one being a Walmart visitation to get a new pillow, as the prior one had yellow stain on it for some reason, unconventional as far as I could tell. It is been at my head for the last five years or more, and goes nowhere else, so what is it that is inexorably staining the pillow? [inexorable [in-ek-ser-uh-buhl] adjective 1. unyielding; unalterable].

And believe me, Walmart visitations are a chore, and if not, a nonstop threat alert situation. Since the males making hand signals and other like extra-obvious silent communications at the entrance, and the staff member in a red smock, who most inexplicably wasn't looking ahead and just about chest butted me, I make only rare trips there. This Walmart has been recently renovated to superstore status, and so it was instructive to cruise around and check it out. I was there early enough, about 0830h, so there wasn't the throngs of human per-worse-ity to contend with. Just more shiftless males in ball caps and a pronounced waddle and the loathesome "gut strut" and their ridiculous baggy and checked shorts to their knee or lower. And they made a point of doing faux shopping and erupting for reprises of two or more times, usually in succession. If I don't like the sight of such public specimens (aka, the Unfavored), then why am I getting hounded with this variety of freaks at every turn? All them either members of the Psychopathic Confederacy with billions to burn, or else local wannabes.

At least the cashier was cute, even with facial jewelry; the cleavage show didn't go unnoticied either. An E. Indian fat girl as well, though her doe eyes aided the female feature attraction count. And she seemed a little jaded, even if I was her first customer of the day. Hmmm, she won't last too long in that job, and maybe she is a "visitor", aka, a stand-in of the perps. And given their predilection for Fat Girl stalking, starting with Ms. C of on/off (x2) girlfriend status in 2000-2003, perhaps it is the same Fat Girl all along. I never would of figured out that they could do morphing (aka shape shifting) of individuals until they led me down their education path, but it seems easy enough for them to have individuals change race, facial features, hair color etc. for temporary purposes and in short order (5 minutes or less). The perps seem to need longer to have their morphed subjects/operatives change height or width, and do this less often.

And of course, they have done some of that to me; I will be 60 y.o. in July (2014) and I look 35 y.o. or so. And they mangled my face some too, by making the right eyebrow 1/2" higher than my left side (their asymmetry requirement). Such a treat them fuckers, who performed this artful appearance change back in early 2004 and have kept me this way since then. Like Dorian Grey, though I never made a pact with anybody. Besides, I would gladly exchange the current abuse state for looking like an elder-fogey, though without the ossified perspective one associates with that demographic group.

Other morning chores were to dispose of the three smoke alarms that were each found to be dysfunctional this week, courtesy of my landlady bringing two to replace the one that went wonky. They were all wonky as it "happened", and I invited her to try them out as she left them here, but she didn't take me up on it and delivered a new one instead. I had to take that ionizing radioactive (negative orgonic properties) e-waste to the recycling location along with the glass bottles. And yet again, a shiftless male in a ball cap was loitering (and sucking butt (a cigarette)) in the plant yard, making himself out to be a staff member who "happened" to precede me inside with the smoke alarms after I first dropped the glass into the correct bin.

I got screwed out of my reward bonus at the local food market I frequent. Somehow I "forgot" to read the part in my email  about printing it out and somehow I assumed they could see my reward on their till-PC, but no, I had to have a print out in hand. And too, their membership site blows up every time I attempt to log in, so what is the point of that reward program except to piss me off?

All the while long trains, ten or more, of vehicular gangstalking traffic built up; the usual litany of grey-scale colors with a red vehicle inserted in the middle, and now, more green vehicles, often at the tail end of these trains/pods. (I call them trains if in a single lane, and pods if they are two or more lanes clustered together).

Another chore in the morning was for me to clean my briefcase they that got hit with a mold attack this week. I have no idea how a briefcase sitting in the floor in mid-suite, and NOT next to an external wall (per four prior mold eruptions) got mold on it and the carpet didn't. Said briefcase was my office workaday accompaniment since 1999 to late 2002, and because I don't work in an office now, it is largely unused, save for keeping certain papers in a safe location. Not that the landlady is fussed about the mold eruptions here, even if she did clean up the 6' of wall length along the base boards last week. This was the mold eruption that occured on my suitcase, the one I surreptitiously cleaned with the power washer at the car wash, and the associated skit of the attendant making out that he knew, even if he never saw it. (He was washing a car outside around the corner from me while I was washing the suitcase that was exposed outside of the trunk for a minute or so.) And another fine coincidence (ahem); both my suitcase and my briefcase are made mostly from black ballistic cordura, that hard wearing nylon weave. Call it the Mold Eruption on Ballistic Nylon Confluence/Coincidence.

As my leg hairs regrew so quickly (four weeks ago) I had to get them waxed again, another perp preoccupation they put me through since mid-2011. Like last time, there was a prior day of tanning my legs; having worked in shorts at the vineyard yesterday.

It was the same elf-ish cute blonde girl as last time, and the perps are really trashing my recall of late. Both she and the haircutting student of last time were at the front desk, and it barely registered that I had seem them before. And I never, ever, forgot a face until all this insane shit rained down on me since 04-2002. The first prominent instance of facial "forgets" was in mid-2006 when at the LD store in Victoria, and my dentist's office assistant, a model of kindness and efficiency, was acting in a capacity of a store staff member and selling me a product. Only some 15 minutes later, after I was back at my place, did I know who she was. This insane memory fucking has increased of late and I am getting hugely perturbed that this will continue. Wasn't it a film director who said we are nothing but our memories? So true, and the malevolent Psychopathic Confederacy knows how to dynamically and operationally mess with one's recall by remote means.

And leg waxing was also a time for the HD motorcycle parade outside, the front door being propped open by a chair to ensure that a full-on noise experience wasn't missed. And the leg wax was red again, surely a perp arrangement as they ordinarily used a light yellow colored wax. And as the perps are so fussed with my red color exposures, it suggests they are making progress in isolating the effects of red on me. It used to be back in 2002 to 06-2006 when I was last allowed to own and drive a car (until 04-2012 to present), I would purposely park my vehicle next to a red colored vehicle, and nearly every time when I returned, the red vehicle(s) were gone. Once they arranged at least ten parked red vehicles on the W side of a parking lot and I parked next to the E most red vehicle. When I came out, all the red vehicles were gone. Today, they parked a red vehicle next to mine while I was getting my legs waxed nearby. Interesting, their incremental boldness with red colors of late. Though brown vehicles are becoming a little more prominent too, usually while driven though.

It was interesting that the perps had me saw two 36" of 1x1" aluminum istock n half after leg waxing, along with amping up the local lawn mower noise and adding in the wretched HD motorcycle noise. They even put a 10 y.o kid driving his father's large pickup truck by in the back lane, making the corner while his father coached him from the front passenger seat. The act of cutting something up, from tortillas in four to chicken meat and anything else, using knives or saws or whatever is such a HUGE deal for the perps. The aluminum stock had been sitting around for some four weeks and I wasn't allowed to get on with using it, or even drilling it until today. This wretched server rack project has turned out to me a four month continuum of tasks that are separated by weeks, which doesn't fit well with my strong and normally abiding inclination to get things done NOW. All the aluminum saw dust was of great perp interest, spreading it on me, on the vice-bench I have and it defying gravity to stay in place.

01-06-2014
After getting sucked into "thinking" that yesterday was June 01, it finally arrived. The perps just love these mindfuck games; erroneous acceptance of their planted (and wrong) information, and then the follow-on event of realizing it was erroneous is a prime noise-stalk occasion.

Still groggy after a 1.75 hour nap attack; I am not sleep deprived and even gained extra sleep both mornings of this weekend.

Sunny until I was out on my hike today, then the clouds rolled in after 30 min. of tan time, legs only. I usually go an hour for outside tan time and close it off then no matter how it looks. Another hiking "herd" of 15-20 or so at the top of McIntyre Bluff today, and no trail trail traffic except one dog walking party. Most odd, and they put families on the trail with small children to buzz about, often a half dozen per direction. Though, I had the company of a snake that scuttled out of the way, and me too, taking an extra hop to put some distance between me and it. And of course for the next 45 min. of trail walking time, why, there was at least six simulated events. For example, boughs that had a particular sinuous or serpentine look to them, some of them planted/arranged for my return on the same trail as they weren't there before. And too, something else, likely a bird was scuttling out of the way in the same fashion as the snake a few minutes beforehand. Call it the trauma re-creation games, something the perps just love to pull off. Or parts of it; in this case the sound, and the visual recreation events separately.