Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Much Disruption Over Yellow Beans

Tuesday, the day after yoga, and seemingly another high disruption day to follow disrupted Mondays. (Yoga not being a disruption as I see it, and maybe a regular weekly highlight).

Getting back to yoga, and the orchestration of the class members. A new change in arranging the class members in the room. I was alone in the room for five minutes before class started, and lo, if the other regular male, wasn't sent in next, an all time first. For over a year it has been a succession of the regular females who follow me in if I am first, and in keeping form, they put him next in his usual behind-the-post spot at the back where I cannot see him directly, only by way of the mirrors. Another change up was that of the eight females, only only one was a regular, the remainder were all new to me.

The darling pixie instructor was chirpy as usual, and in her black tight shorts again, none of the body form disguising clothing she often wears. This TI cannot have too many distractions at once apparently; be it her curves, butt, good looks etc. Or at least, they perps have selectively managed for revealing a few female form distractions at a time until the last four sessions or so.

Another day of tucking vines in the vineyard, with the weather taking a turn for the worse, and even a few hours of light showers just to get me wear my jacket and rain hat. Another stunt of theirs was to end my music player listening by having the adjacent farm start up a chainsaw and drive the noise into the headphones. This while playing Eva Cassidy, my all time fave. Within a minute of taking the headphones off, why, the chainsaw noise was shut down for good. Thanks a bunch.

While listening to music, per above, they also arranged aircraft noise to penetrate the headphones; helicopters, four engine turboprops, two engine and single engine aircraft. This emulated the entire prior morning of aircraft noise when I wasn't listening to music; they even put on a single engine aircraft to tail the four engine water bomber, and then had only the single engine return five minutes later directly overhead. Which isn't the first time that outbound aircraft have returned (less than five minutes from the Penticton airport) in short order, but is the first time they put on two aircraft together and had one return. Can we be any more obvious that that? (If they were on a joint mission, a water bomber and a spotter aircraft, they would of stayed together). Though the Orion P-3 anti-submarine aircraft making 7 passes overhead some six weeks ago takes the cake for extra obvious aircraft stalking. (Sending in an over-water mission aircraft 400 miles inland to make seven overhead passes some 400' above (operational elevation) a certain vineyard in broad daylight and in the flight path for the Penticton airport is plain over the top obvious IMHO).

Anyhow, back to the yellow beans. The vineyard owners have a  15x15' vegetable garden but don't eat much from it, and offer the produce to me. As it "happened" the yellow beans came on fast last week when I wasn't doing the daily watering, as the owner took over. I was offered the beans to pick, and took two small buckets back to clean and freeze.

The frozen storage zip lock bags kept screwing up, with the zipper somehow getting off track. Some of the yellow beans self-propelled themselves on the floor, and do we know of an agency that just loves to flick food around, don't we? My finger motor control was messed with so I couldn't manipulate what I wanted to do at any given moment. This and other assaults/insults brought on plenty of screaming at the assholes.

I stopped on the way home to visit the LD store, and there was a screw-up at the Rx counter which kept me captive there for 25 minutes while they made up a smaller single week supply. A freakshow of males in fugly shorts is almost standard, but did they all have to have bald heads? Then a redheaded woman sat in the only available waiting chair, keeping me on the move in the store. Anytime I stop on the way home is prime gangstalking time of late.

On the job obstruction front, I see a promising local wine cellar laborer job  that the perps had me obsessing over much of today, the "usual" planted ideations of getting it, etc. has now disappeared from the internet. It was posted yesterday, and was for multiple positions, paid generously, was for a 6 month term, and now, poof gone.

Tucking vines all day, then thunderstorm at end of day, and so I bailed out some 15 minutes early. It was a strange weather day; the morning was warm and so I had my shorts on, but by 1500h it suddenly got cool and I changed back into my pants. All to make a run for it when the storm unloaded so quickly.

On the way home I picked up two 24" pieces of angle aluminum for shelf supports, and once done,  intense vehicular gangstalking started up, just like last time I picked up this same material (four weeks ago). As it "happens" this later aluminum angle stock came from a new shipment that came in two days ago, or, so I was told. Apparently, the first two pieces came from the last of his then current stock. And sure enough, they put on an aluminum boat on a truck rack as an early vehicular gangstalking entity I was stopped beside once I had the aluminum pieces in my vehicle. And in fact, there has been an increase in aluminum boats as gangstalking props of late for crissakes,

It does seem that aluminum is the current "it" substance the perps have invested in. I have two aluminum surface tables (fold down camping tables) and of course rest my hands on the table while typing or eating. Going back to 2012, before I moved to Penticton, I had an Ikea bare wood keyboard tray that my wrists rested on. I had the Ikea wood furniture since 2000, and I suppose the perps have now "graduated" from wood contact and all its energetic considerations, to aluminum. Just to think that was a 10 year run of having a bare wood (pine) keyboard support furniture. And when this furniture was purchased in 2000, they made sure that the remainder of the Ikea Ivar uprights, boards, work surfaces etc. was all available in a single trip, but I had to make a special return trip to Ikea (Seattle area) a week later to get the keyboard support piece. Funny how that "happens'. And while we are on this aluminum material topic, I use Felco secateurs (hand pruners) all day long in the vineyard, and lo, if the handles aren't made of cast aluminum (with a vinyl red coating on the handle's surface).

Later tonight, the thunderstorm came back, now very intense, now an hour of it, though it seems to be clearing. In my Kamloops dwelling brother's town, 240 km away, they had 1" of rain in 30 min. from this same system and plenty of flooding to match. And some nice perp touches with it too. For example, the lights and power went out momentarily and it all came back with the boom, which was very loud. That wasn't enough, because once the lights came back on the perps put on striated plasma light inside, these bands of alternating light and dark in mid room from no And of course, they put on whole room flashes as if the lightning lit my place up, but it was far away at the time.

A soggy day, though not at first, and therefore sucking me into doing my vineyard work without my rain gear on. That lasted about an hour, time enough to finish one side of one row, and lo, if the rain didn't come on then, so that meant a return to the house. I put my rain gear on then, and wore it most of the remainder of the day as it was continually raining.

Screwed; the alarm didn't go off and I got up 40 minutes late -meant skipping shaving for armputs, nethers regaion - shaving  of front torso is 2x/week, arms is 1x/week

Continually tucking vines again at the vineyard all day.

The Lockheed Electra (or here) aerial gangstalk came for the third consecutive day, to circle Skaha Lake; cleverly timing arrivals and circling for my two breaks, one of which was taken an hour earlier than usual. Its distinctive twin tail is a gimme, and they were built in the 1930's. Why this older aircraft was selected is beyond me, but perhaps it is those radial piston engines, a rarity nowadays. Today's Electra visit was followed with an unbroken aerial noise parade of a water bomber, helicopters (2 different makes/models) and a yellow single engine aircraft that kept coming back every ten minutes or so. I reckon it was at least an hour of unbroken aircraft noise, with the Electra as the opening act.

Saturday, and a 0700h start to getting my laundry done ended when the laundromat wasn't open at 0710h when the sign on the door clearly states that it opens every day of the week at 0700h. A shorts wearing male was standing at the door looking stupified and blamed electronic locks as the problem. (Like WTF; chances are that if electronic locks were installed, it would not be the problem. So goes the FUD+disinfo games, right down to a passing comment by a supposed bystander. I suppose that should be FUDD, but then again, I have so many variants on this I keep in mind I don't want to create reader confusion by having numerous versions. Because we know who likes to seed Fear+Uncertainty+Doubt.)

A legs wax appointment this morning, with last time's attendant standing at the counter pretending she never met me. She had dyed her hair an unnatural brown, and stared at me for a moment when I was speaking with the woman at the cash desk. Later this same woman in unnatural brown "happened" to be entering the street in my presence, and put on another stalking -all from someone I spoke with at length while she did leg waxing four weeks ago. I have had many "pretend-not-to-know-me" games from the staff at this place, as well as many others in the ambulatory gangstalking scene. I don't why they do this, start friendly and then suddenly withdraw any knowledge of past encounters, sometimes from one room to the next. Another notable time of this stunt when was when one woman was friendly in yoga class, and then when it was over she leads me out through the doors to the outside and heads the same way I as I am for 10' or so, does a 180 degree turn on the sidewalk to then come toward me, then putting on the act that she doesn't know me by looking straight ahead. I reckon I have been through at least 100 blatant "pretend-not-to-know-me" stunts/stalks in the last 12 years of this insane abuse.

The drying towels outside turned stiff, something I would of known had not my recall faculties been whacked by remote means. The local magpie bird also liked to land on the towels while drying. Screw that, and as the bedsheets that were "forgotten" this morning's laundry, they were added to the pile, plus the towel I used to lie on outside reading a book this afternoon had plenty of grass remaining, so throw it in a heap and make another trip to the laundromat tonight.

This being a post dinner laundry outing, a rarity, and with canned salmon for dinner plus wax beans, cucumber and shallots, the timing was ripe for major gangstalking. Add in taking a shower as today's haircut remains kept falling out, and the town went bananas, as in intense vehicular gangstalking. The laundromat was busy too, this morning's standee "happened" to be there again as it turned out he was the cleaning guy. The responsible attendant was there too in a weekend rarity counting the money. She knows me and was decent enough to say hello. Even that much cannot be taken for granted in this orchestrated anomie. [anomie:  state or condition of individuals or society characterized by a breakdown or absence of social norms and values].

At the laundromat an native indian woman kept crawling up my ass, at least four times; once making out that she was interested in the artwork on the walls. (Original local art paintings there for sale). Then she was on my butt twice at the door, and again when I thought she was gone and doing my final towel folding. The latter was a perp cluster fuck moment as another woman (chinless) was hanging behind me too.

Another "visit" by the Lockheed Electra, "finding me" at my residence in Penticton this time.

I was feeling stoned, as in floaty, which means a temporal lobe de-energization is going on. The temporal lobes, are said to be the seat of psychic energies. And of note, I did not ingest any kind of aftermarket (ahem) strange substances to cause floatiness sensations, as this would give the perps an excuse to do all manner of strange things to me. They never miss a beat if some event can be leveraged to be a putative excuse for other remotely applied neural and behavioral intrusions.

That infernal Lockheed Electra came back to "find me" while on my hike, a 30 minute drive S of where it usually turns above the vineyard I work at.

I am late getting this posted due to some other matters, sorry for the brevity this week.

Monday, July 21, 2014

Local Dimming


Global dimming, has now gone local with much haze in the air these past few days. This particular local flavor is hot weather (35 to 38C) without the usual solar radiation level to make it that way. Have I not mentioned the many times the perps introduce cloud or sun, or even alternate them over a minute or so? And that combined with skin exposure, tanning from my perspective, means they get to reduce the skin exposure on me (and everyone else in this locale), and still keep me plenty hot.

I cancelled out on going to yoga yesterday due to the gross "anal play" games the perps put on, as I was concerned they would pull this same stunt there. This was "decided" (read, planted ideation) when I was in my clothes ready for yoga. After a few hours I felt OK about going out to LD and that no further mess would leak out, and lo, if the darling pixie yoga instructor wasn't there in LD doing some shopping before she headed off to the smaller town she lives in with her family. She said she missed me in class (I never believe this statement from anyone, not even her, owing to my orchestrated circumstances), and I supplied a lame ass reason for not going, in my yoga clothes no less. And lo, if we didn't cross paths in the aisle, then the checkout, and I also saw her departing in the parking lot. All those reprise gangstalking events are commonplace nowadays, seeing certain stalkers in all those locations on any given shopping outing.

Then to the laundry to deal with the shit and blood from yesterdays perp anal games. Six pairs of underwear, one sheet, three pairs of shorts and one pair of track pants got laundered to deal with this problem. Laundry on a Tuesday is rare, so the perps decided to arrange a fire truck and ambulance to circle the laundromat and put on some kind of "event" at the adjacent golf course.

The dude/owner at the laundromat pulled a strange stunt, supposedly grabbing something 2" from me when he was 4' away while we were chatting. (He was keeping me from heading out the door). And this was the non-freak laundromat, but no more, they put on some freaks to foul the place, tattoos up and down arms, male long hair, a huge load (10 plastic bags of laundry) etc.

Vineyard work today; more heat 35C, but more dimming due to smoke haze. even a local forest fire, Mt Boucherie. One good thing the perps did to me was improve my hot weather capabilities. Formerly, until about 2006, if it was 26C or higher, I was totally wiped out by the heat and couldn't function very well. Now, I barely notice it is 36C and am doing just fine in open sunlit vineyard work. Am I supposed to thank the assholes for that one, of say five, major body improvements they have made in this 12 year long (and counting) fucking relentless abusive streak? I say NO; it was done to me and I didn't request it. (Nor did I know such physiological capabilities could be modified by remote means).

A totally unneeded post dinner shopping trip with $31 spent on chocolate. A  Fat Folk freak show at the LD cashier, almost as bad as last visit to Walmart; step-in-my-way stunts,  the waiting "customers" ahead and behind me both go the new cashier that "happened" to open up, after creating a backup at the only cashier in the first place. My, how attentive they are to opening up new checkouts, but why aren't they so attentive in stopping these checkout lineups in the first place?  I had salad and canned salmon for dinner, so maybe that was the reason they went stalking nuts at the LD store tonight.

Had some more cherries off the tree, and lo, if the perps didn't start up their anal play games an hour later. No deposits/mess etc. thankfully, though I was discouraged from stopping on the way home.

And what is with all the people cluster fuck at Skaha beach? Normally when I drive by at the end of the day everyone is scattered at seeming random all over the beach with umbrellas, chairs etc. Now, they are all arranged within 30' of the water's edge in a line, with 100' of intervening empty beach. Bizarre, and now second day of this ridiculous public insanity display.

I see the perps have blocked my access to Chrome again, the only browser of three that will display my email in readable form, Firefox and IE are corrupted in the same way, all the graphics and their positional coordinates are stripped out and all I get is text listed down the L side of the display. Here we are in 2014, with an HTML email, and two market leading browser "puke" to make it dysfunctional. Or, it gets mangled by undeclared (to me) parties who like to mess with my email access just when I want to send a message to someone.

A day of tucking vines in the vineyard; this is a very vigorous growing site, and this is the third time through. Also the productivity mysteries continues; a given row of vines doesn't look like it would be too much to tuck, say an hour. But no, it takes two hours. I try and stick to basics and not do anything extra, and lo, if I don't get one side done in 30 min. instead of an hour. Just when I was to self-declare that this job takes an hour a side, why, somehow I get a side done in half an hour. At times I feel getting bogged down, and know the perps are screwing me somehow, but I cannot understand why this job is taking so long. They must interfere with one's cerebellum, the back part of the brain that deals with timing, passage of time and coordinating actions with aims.

A few new forest fires aren't far away, and with Penticton airport being a tanker base, there is plenty of air tanker arrivals and departures, as in aircraft noise and activity, a frequent feature of being kept in this rabbit hole. Plus, the aircraft are marked in white and red and their tank is loaded with a red slurry to drop onto the fire.

Per usual, the sunlight games continued; some light cloud, some haze, turn it on when I am working on the vines, and while bent over doing some tucking low down, why, the sun goes behind a cloud and a dimmer scene awaits when I get back to standing. Exciting times as prisoner in disguise.

Friday, much the same as yesterday. I went to the doctor to get my prescriptions filled after work. This seemed to precipitate a freak show of the shiftless elder males with prominent guts hanging forth. Not only that, they wore solid color red, pink and orange shirts. I suppose if thereis one thing worse than being cast in a Fellini movie (freak show, my usual analogy), it must be the casting call for all those who think they are freakish enough to audition.

There was even a brown uniformed UPS Fuckwit hovering near the chocolate I wanted to purchase, so I decided to screw it. After getting out of LD and the cashier obstruction with a flush of Fuckwits, why, the doctor who attended me for the Rx 10 minutes earlier, "happened" to be gangstalking my ass on my exit from the LD store. Another fine coincidence.

And another coincidence was a yellow shirted Fuckwit that was hounding my ass in HH (hardware store where they wear these fugly red shirts) just "happened" to be stalking my ass again 10 minutes later at theBay when I got skunked on finding a slotted serving spoon. Said serving spoon seems to be the latest "unobtainium" item. It has been pissing me off for the last year I don't have a slotted serving spoon to let the liquid drain from the just cooked food, and all I want is a stainless steel one. I think I have been to five stores in the last month, and none has one. I looked on Amazon.ca, lame brother to Amazon.com but without the heavy shipping costs, and could not find what I wanted. The perps like to do this; arrange for a item for me to "need", or at least covet, and then send me to different vendors all to not find the item. Just hilarious this game, and all the better (for the perps) is when I do find the item and not use it, or need it, anywhere as much as I had "thought" (read, planted ideations).

Saturday, and regular laundry, with gratuitous HD noise/drivebys, and severe vehicular stalking was when I attempted to go to the bank downtown, getting skunked for a parking spot, including the bank's own lot. I decided to screw it, and lo, severe vehicular stalking on my way back.

I got whacked for a 3 hour nap attack just before lunch. I was reading a memoir, and then the sleep "need" came on and I thought it would be less than an hour lie down and have a later lunch. But no, it was 1530h before I got up, and per usual, need a shot of tea and chocolate to fully come round. And note, I had two extra hours of sleep overnight, not setting the alarm this morning. In other words, it wasn't a sleep deficit problem, but a remotely invoked tiredness.

And the "need-it-but-cannot-have-it" games over a stainless steel slotted serving spoon continue. I was looking for a work belt pouch in a popular Canadian chain of hardware where they also wear red shirts, and "happened" to come across the kitchen aisle. Nice Kitchenaid utensils, including ss serving spoons, but no slotted spoon for crissakes. It is going to be another "when it happens" purchase, because there aren't any more locations to go to. No dedicated kitchen shops in this town, but that is OK.

Sunday, another mid-day whack in attempting for a nap attack, only an hour. I spent three hours attempting to get my DVD player to see my music files, but to no avail. All those hi-fi products with $3k music servers (a computer) that DO connect to their own hardware seamlessly is the smarter way to go instead of separates via Windows (doesn't support BluRay for crissakes) if money is of no concern. But it is for this TI, as I have been beaten down financially so often, by the ex twice before all this harassment went overt, and again by her over the divorce and the recent smackdown of the past few blog postings.

Monday, July 14, 2014

Four Forgets to Start Me Up

Tuesday, and what is it about the perps that have gone near berserk of late? They fucked me into four "forgets", some of which I carry around me all day; wallet, phone, work belt with pruners, turning the air conditioner off when leaving for the day.

I was doing my side job after work, (another vineyard) and was paid there, the owner bringing me an envelope with all the particulars, me being her first employee. And her family came too, and I met her husband as well, because they were headed to join the family that sold them the vineyard recently (and continue to do their tractor work). I suppose one could call it a family gangstalk when getting paid in a vineyard (the work site). And why all these variations and permutations on getting paid for work, another financial transaction? And we know who is particularly nuts when it comes to applying disruptions, stunts, stalkers and all else whenever I make a financial transaction, from online, bus fare, coin slots, sending a check in the mail, to the more usual debit card at as checkout.

After the side job ended for the evening at 1900h, there was constant vehicular traffic on/around me, and then a dead obvious lead-ahead vehicular stalker at the bank, so I took off for the other branch, a mile or so away. I was all by my myself at this new wonderful ATM design (no deposit envelopes; OMG the ATM designers finally got it) and a touch screen instead of fixed buttons is OK, (though not as a brilliant design stroke as the first mentioned improvement). And a scan image of the deposited check one one's reciept,- another brilliant stroke (not kidding). Finally some decent ergonomic design and supporting technology makes it to ATM machines. Then when nearly done, three parties arrive some 30 seconds apart. Talk about hounded.

Though, usually, ergonomic design takes a turn for the worse whenever I come across so-called improvements. Which is clearly in the perps domain, as they like to piss me off at every instance, and all the better if it is a financial transaction.

All workday I was hedging vines at the vineyard. And it so "happens", I learned from my perp abetting mother, my farm worker friend in Victoria (now running a landscape business) is hedging my mother's hedges a few days ago. Another managed coincidence again?

At the specialty food store, a blonde fat girl came to the till "just for me", one of those cashier swaps that go on all too often to be a coincidence

 On my way to the side job vineyard there was a guard rail that was broken and damaged next to the sidewalk, and it had the yellow caution tape on it to warn.  No other emergency vehicles or police were about, so I assumed it occured in the prior 24 hours. But as it "so happened" when I coming back some two hours later, single lane alternating traffic was controlled by flag-persons, and next to the sidewalk was an oversized tow truck, suspending a damaged metallic maroon (deep red) vehicle from a pair of straps. I suppose it had just been "rescued" from the embankment on the other side of the former guardrail, and the timing was such that I got to drive by at the moment before it was put down onto the deck of the tow truck. This would be one such example of the perps arranging to have both of their favorite props in the form of one stunt' vehicles towed, (rear wheels down or on a flat deck), and to have post-vehicular accidents on display.

Much screaming at the perps tonight, not too different of late (last 6 weeks). It is very predictable; when I arrive in my residence, when I am about to start this here PC, when taking a crap, when making dinner etc. Any kind of transitional event of location, direction, activity or pending energetic signature changes, (e.g. ingesting food, changing footwear or clothes). Usually they cause things to jump from my hands, send me to the wrong drawer or cupboard, have things spill, have crumbs arrive from nowhere, and many ten's of domestic fuckery games.

Hedging vines today, again with the boss man driving. Yesterday he was in one of his terse moods, not saying much and giving incomplete or misunderstood instructions. Why is it I so often get stiffed with workplace wackos, the very antithesis of the Fast Company featured companies that seem so on top of it, and can change their plans on a dime without heavy ego investment or foot-dragging players? Maybe it is a mythical ideal, that doesn't really exist because the perps have a sandbagging crew in place everywhere I go.

Why is it that my email is now getting screwed with all the more. Until 2013 I got to my yahoo.ca email no problem in Firefox, my browser of choice. Then it got stripped of graphics and all the links in text only went down the L side, a totally unreadable abomination. Then I used IE and that worked fine until about four months ago with the same strange stripped down and dysfunctional appearance. Then Chrome came through OK, and as of today, it is totally useless, going to some strange page from the Yahoo page (which is presented OK).

Saturday, and that means laundry day, this time at the non-freak laundromat, though it means coursing through more traffic and a roundabout. Said  laundromat male owner of some two weeks, and who I hadn't seen before, does the "walk at me" stunt first thing in the door, as if he was some kind of threat or making it seem so. Fucking weird I get this stalk stunt at least 4x per week. I suppose any MKULTRA child subject would be quite adverse to males coming in too fast and too close. The guy seemed friendly enough as it turned out, and new washing machines are on pallets awaiting connections to be made operational. And of note, the same manufacturer of the washers and dryers at the freak show laundromat I habituated until recently.

And did I mention how often the perps want me to be near or on pallets, these ever ubiquitous objects of trade that must confer wood, and likely too, earth energies into the objects on the pallets, with some kind of distance dependent energetic qualities, as the objects/surfaces at the top of the pallet load would not have the same degree of energetic absorbance as those at the base of the pallet load. And also, two steel pedestals were also display at this laundromat, so no doubt once the new laundry machines are mounted on them, the energetic qualities of the pedestal are conferred to the washing machine will change. And from that, the energetic properties conferred to the washing, especially as it is spinning, is likely of intense perps interest.

And they do love to stalk me at laundromats, and mess with the availability of fragrance free detergents. I cannot seem to get any, meaning that I get dithered into not knowing what I am looking at, or else that particular type gets teleported away until I am long gone. And it "so happened" that this current detergent, promoted on the side of the vessel as fragrance free, just plain assed smells of something. Or were the perps dithering my sense of smell last week to provide the rationale for me to switch to an irregularly worn top for yoga that was not included in this particular load of  "fragrant-awful" laundering. Don't know, and don't care, just leave me the fuck alone, which they NEVER DO.

The vehicular gangstalking intensity increased at the three laundromat trips progressed. They even put on a motorcyle who was in the R lane to make a R turn to follow the highway, to then change two lanes to the left so he could pull up beside me, even if he was 6' past the stop line. And of course the traffic control lights were arranged for me to experience the maximum duration next to this infernal HD noise racket, so I decided to plug my ears so this blocked the noise. Or at least, until he revved it up while in neutral, just what I needed to hear.

Later, after food shopping, they put on a motorcycle escort behind of me of at least 6 motorbikes, mostly the noise-prolific HD (and most loathed noise of all time IMHO).

Mostly a domestic day this Saturday, as these side jobs haven't given me any time off over the past three weekends.  I got my projects going, the infernal server rack being one. I had some aluminum plate to cut to get it into the bottom of the server rack to prevent anything falling down below the pedestal. The perps screwed with my cognition some 5 times in succession while taking measurements, which meant notching out (using a hacksaw) the corners 5x. I was fucking infuriated to get messed with like this. Though, they did this long ago during my wood working days in the late 1980's, and I never could figure out how I got some measurements so utterly wrong. They were dithering me then too I have come to conclude.

The perps let me buy salad at the farmer's market today, the first time I have had it since 01-2014 when at the First Feral Family house and my perp abetting mother. Salad was an 2x/week food item until 2005 when they nixed it from my regular diet and I had it infrequently then, sometimes buying it occasionally from the farm I was working at.

As usual, they swarmed me there with "coming at me" stunters/stalkers again, so all I did was go to the first farmers stall with salad greens, picked up some spring onions and got the fuck out of there. Very often none of the 30+ food market vendors have no salad mixes, which I have come to suspect was arranged. Not this time, and no major searching needed for once.

Sunday, and I decided to take a hike to McIntyre Bluff. As it "happened", there was cycling road race that took one lane, and so oncoming traffic was in the L passing lane for the S bound traffic. Lots of flag-persons too, sometimes holding up the main highway traffic. And only one other hiker on this trail, when there usually at least 10 other parties, sometimes all arranged in the opposite direction.

And so it was arranged that the above hike was during the World Cup soccer final game. No coincidence that, as for the last three years, the perps have screwed me out of seeing the Stanley Cup final games, arranging me to driving about shopping when most are at home and watching the game on their TV. I don't know what the perps get from this, having me miss big sports events on TV, but it has been too consistent to be anything but arranged.

Monday, and after varied duties at the vineyard, I was assigned to picking cherries from the one tree. Arranging red fruit picking under the tree, same red fruit in me and lo, if the perps didn't pull a big coincident stunt by arranging a hemorrhoid like condition that I came learn of at the end of the day. Then two more once I got back to my residence, and I decided that going to yoga was asking for more of the same trouble. A mess and mass of red today.

Anyhow, enough gruesome tales from this rabbit hole, and onto posting this.

Monday, July 07, 2014

Hot Monday

Not a bad Monday; vineyard work in the hot weather and then yoga from the darling pixie instructor. And she does pose adjustments too. But for some strange reason they loaded the E side of the room with at least four women ahead of me, which is where I normally place my mat. (Usually I go 15 minutes early, but these ladies all beat me to the classroom for some (organized) reason). So..., I take the W side next to mirrors that they normally block, and got to see myself doing poses without peeking around someone's head or whatever. And my normal immediate R side mat neighbor, a woman in a lime green (yuk) top "joined me" by being my immediate L side neighbor for this inaugural yogic switcheroo. All of which is not a big deal IMHO, but it does make me wonder what is happening at Perp HQ where they decide things like this, and ponder all things anisotropic [defn; has different physical properties in different directions .e.g. wood -end grain splits easily with an axe, but won't split readily transverse to the grain].

Not my problem, so why is it that I get to wear this abusive insanity (theirs) all day long for 12 years.

I recently finished reading three books by Dr. John C. Lilly; the Mind of the Dolphin, The Center of the Cyclone and The Scientist, a Novel Autobiography. I didn't get any hint of how he arrived at his perspectives on ECCO (Earth Coincidence Control Organization, explore here),
"There exists a Cosmic Control Center (C.C.C.) with a Galactic substation called Galactic Coincidence Control (G.C.C.). Within which is the Solar System Control Unit (S.S.C.U.), within which is the Earth Coincidence Control Office (E.C.C.O.). The assignments of responsibilities from the top to the bottom of this system of control is by a set of regulations, which translated by E.C.C.O. for humans is somewhat as follows..." 
Perhaps there is more to reading to be done. There is no question he was in contact with Beings that had the ability to create events, and it seems Lilly's isolation tanks and LSD and ketamine trips also served his masters.

Canada Day today and it approximates July 04 in America. Off to do vineyard work at the part time place as the regular one won't let me work on this statutory holiday.

Serious amount of contrails today, often replicating lines of the mountains, and of the overhead power lines, faking me out as to what line is what when I get suddenly directed to look up for no comprehend-able reason.

I got my PC upgraded (sort of), as it was converted from a tower (vertical motherboard and orientation) to a rack mount (horizontal motherboard orientation). The oddly stuttering Quebecquois PC technician also fixed up my Windows as it had viruses on it, which I did not know about. He told me that old versions of Java are exploited as they are built to bypass normal system security. Great, what we all need is more PC invasions. It was a $500 tab, including a new case, a new CPU fan, and all the other taxes etc. I have to say, this box runs a whole lot more faster than it did before. And for some reason, the media player sounds a whole lot better.

And it was a major vehicular gangstalking event once I picked up the PC; back in 2010 it was the same when I got all new components put into the above mentioned tower.

More vineyard work on the weekend; two jobs that blew in, as in increased in size, one after the other.

Still the ambulance gangstalking today, a Saturday, third successive day of it. They are white and red vehicles and are standardized for this entire province. I don't know why they put abulances on, save to complement the phalanx of red vehicles, and white vehicles (many of which are the white trades vans with ladders on top),  I get in droves as part of the extra intense vehicular gangstalking.

I am 60 y.o today, and look 35-ish owing to perp machinations in manipulating my facial characteristics and removing lines from my face, especially around my eyes. I have more grey hairs than I had at 35, and a thinner head of hair on top, and about half of my beard (shaved every day) is grey as well, but other than that, I look extraordinary young for 60.

As usual, no one says anything, save twice, and no on in my (First Feral) family says squat about how obviously young I look.

I spent the day working a weekend job, tucking vines. I got soaked by a sudden rain storm at the W end of two sequential rows of vines, about two hours apart. And as mentioned often, anytime I change directions, say working a row of vines, or whatever the crop is, I get extra gangstalking attention as well as getting screwed into cutting the wrong cane and becoming totally incensed by this neural manipulation incursion for seeming gratuitous abusive reasons.

Monday, yoga, and lo, if the other male didn't take my spot I had last week (per above), as I was displaced by an early cluster of four class members then. Not tonight at about the same time, I was the first into the practice room and my parking lot attendant/stalker trailed me in shortly after. She was sitting in her car when I arrived, then got out when I was getting out of mine, killed some time in the lobby looking at the clothes on sale, and then tailed me into the room and set up her mat 6' from me on my right, displaced backwards by some two feet so she had to look around me to see the instructor then entire class. Go figure. Maybe it was her deep brown tan on her back I was meant to admire, but nothing much to look at, unlike the darling pixie instructor.

And a feature from past yoga classes in Victoria was when someone left early, about 3/4 through is now erupting at these classes. Someone tonight departed early, and at least four such events in the last two months has started up.

Earlier today, after work and before yoga class, I paid my $15.7k back payments on my disability (ahem) income. I kept the disability income going after I started vineyard work in 04-2012, and I kept forgetting (read, mind controlled state) until 04-2014 when I cancelled it owing to some mind-fuck and orchestrated events to panic me into stopping it. Why it went on for so long and then to be shafted for this kind of money is something only the perps would know. My perp abetting mother gave me $11k of it, and I supplied the rest. My daughter was also getting extra payments, which I didn't know about until she got a letter saying she owned $2k. I paid that for her to keep it off her back. So yes, close to $18k in payouts, and I am down to zilch savings. All those extra disability (ahem) payments allowed me to save for the first time since this litany of abuse began in earnest in 04-2002.

I also got financially wiped out in 2005 when my ex-wife's legal shenanigans cost me $30k for a divorce that could of been done for $5. And too, some abetting games by the lawyers also increased the tab. Again, my perp-abetting mother came up with the money for about half of it. I wonder if she gets reimbursed by the perps.

And too, being married before that to a perp abetting saboteur also wiped me out for past real estate transactions, though in 1981 they had the help of the financial market when interest rates were 18% and I had to borrow money to pay off the balance of the mortgage we had then. My first and only new house was only for about two years.

In other words, the perps have managed me to have many and various financial failings over the years, as it seems to be part of their wider human condition nonconsensual research agenda. My usual retort to them is I have been screwed enough, go beat up on your own agents instead.