Sunday, June 26, 2016

Yoga on the Dock

Summer Solstice yesterday, and regular Monday yoga was outside and at a Japanese Garden site with a small waterfall behind us. We were on a wharf (or dock) over the large pond with 18" koi fish circulating around. Talk about a whole different energy field for yoga. My least favorite "noise pals" were out too, the very loathesome HD motorcycle noise and probably some gurgling hot rod mufflers too. The helicopter was out overhead as well as a few noisy fixed wing aircraft. An all round noisestalk with yoga being outside.

And this wharf was made of plastic boards, one of those composite plastics made of particles of other plastics and formed together. And it was of sufficient age that it shed small plastic particles on my yoga mat which was hosed down afterward at home. As always, the perps find the "ground" I am on as interesting as the clothes I wear etc.

They scripted a high cloud cover overhead for yoga, a mottled kind of cloud, with lots of small puffy clouds with blue interstices. I suppose they might have done this kind of sky when I am doing yoga inside, though I have no specific memory.

I arrived at yoga directly from work, no changing of clothes, as there was insufficient turnaround time to get changed. Somehow, I remembered to bring my yoga mat to work but not my yoga clothes. Go figure.

There were a number of new yogis, the most notable was a do-rag dude in shoulder length hair and ridiculous lime green shorts below his knees. A blonde woman was next to him, she with a head band. Presumably this was some kind of Unfavored (do-rag dude) and Favored (blonde woman) stalk show, a very common gangstalker configuration as regular readers will know. Though, the woman's ass seemed to double in size whenever she did the chair pose, to the point of fugly. Given the number of times the perps like me to check assess of late, I reckon this "variable" ass size stunt was highly scripted.

And the perps seemed to have me in a semi-stoned state; not quite de-realized, but not quite my normal self. Same tonight.

And too, they have been hitting me in the genitals with some kind of mild irradiative sensations. All day yesterday and today. And both days at the same job, doing the same thing, handling the cases of empty bottles and placing them on the conveyor for wine bottling. And I wore earmuffs all day today, and they are keeping up the same sensation on me now as I write this some four hours later (no ear muffs on for the record). It doesn't matter how many times I rub my head and ears to remove the sensation, it comes back within a few minutes.

I was looking into alternate cancer cures last night online; what a wilderness of hearsay. I don't know where to start, and some result in increase body odor. And it just so "happens" the boss man chastised me at the end of the bottling shift to tell me to wear anti-antiperspirant.

Given that I spend two hours or more on the bottling line at my station, I am ever so grateful that the urination urgency problems of last year, and this (until April) are over, as is the bowels problems they laid on me for the last two months, ostensibly from intake of amino acids I was using for ADD. I gave up on them two weeks ago and am much better for it. I took the amino acids in an attempt to deal with the urination problem, but to no avail. Which was precipitated by the urologist being a total jerk and not seeming to want to treat my urination urgency problem of 02-2016 in that memorable blow off I will never forget. It was "the Vesicare (the Rx) results will vary. If it is not working, go see your GP". Like WTF; I am presenting with an urological condition and the urologist tells me to go see my GP? The supplements worked until 10-2016 when they mysteriously didn't, so I did see my GP, the drop-in clinic kind, as it seems the perps won't let me have a single GP, and lo, if he didn't solve the urination urgency problem with Tamsulosin. (The GP doing his own high wierdness as documented in a posting of that date). So what was that all about? To give the urologist some asshole cred, and to make him look incompetent? Well, they succeeded, and obviously this theme has more legs, as the perps stop me cold from recalling this bizarre behavior whenever I am at his office (3x since). Maybe I will get to blow up over this in one final future scene and get moved onto another specialist.

On the bottling line all day. The perps put on some Repetive Strain Injury symptoms in my elbows, so I moved onto taping the boxes as they were packed. No fun that, and plenty of co-worker activity around me. And too, when going up the stairs at break, one even obviously so, stopping at the base of the stairs while looking at his smart phone, letting me past, and then following, and then on his smart phone again when congregating at break.

I got hit with another nap attack tonight, meaning I get screw all done in the evening. They seem to be hammering me heavily with tasks/activities that sit for weeks that should of been long done. Ditto on the bottling line today; there are a few other duties to do, e.g. helping feed the empty bottles to the person unloading them, but all too often another case came down the line for me to attend to before I could get what I wanted to done. This "happened" at least 20x before I gave up on attempting to be extra helpful.

And screaming at the assholes tonight, post nap. They pulled the lid of the water jug out of my hand when attempting to put it down, top side down. Instead, it landed down side down. Once the vessel was filled, and I was placing it the fridge, why, they ran the same lid into the self instead of where I wanted to place the vessel, under the shelf. One gets fucked, and fucked again over the most banal events, time after time. What is the matter with a billion+ budget organization that they hound the living shit out of me, literally and figuratively, for 14 years and hasn't the gumption to show up and declare themselves? As bizarre as it is psychopathic.

A phone call from the youngest brother about my prostate cancer, another perp invoked condition IMHO. If they are irradiating me with magnetic radiation constantly as it seems. over 1800Gauss back in 2009, then it is highly likely that my cancer is either a byproduct or a designed condition. Either way, it is another Fuckover scene that I must address in some way. A bone density scan next week as the first of two tests to see if the cancer has spread any. And plenty of pelvic twinges and minor aches continue, though they could well be playing it up just for fun. How sick is that, give a TI victim cancer and then spoof him so it seems worse before any further tests can be done? As sick, as in depraved, as it gets.

A 2.5 hour nap attack this evening. Talk about a hole in one's plans to get things done. Which seems to be the managed theme of late; so many obvious tasks are not getting done of late. I need to get a 12.5' shelf made, as the support brackets are up, and the perps won't let me get to a lumber yard or phone someone I know who could do the job. This has gone on for three weeks. Other smaller tasks like getting on with testing for dopamine are also getting hacked. It would be nice to know my dopamine levels before IV iron treatments in two weeks, and the doctor seems to be dragging her feet, and the clinic cites a new regulation that says the doctor must see the patient first before ordering tests. How absurd, as I have seen this doctor multiple times, though not since 02-2016.

The last day of bottling wine, and the mobile bottlers will be on their way. Plenty of rain in the afternoon today, and so we got wet attending to the garbage in getting it ready to take away tomorrow.

Rain most of the day, hence no vineyard work of significance. Mainly, it was garbage detail; removing the accumulated garbage from four days of bottling. That is, extra bottles, cardboard, plastic overwrap and other plastics that served to hold corks and other closures. And too, many extra unwanted pallets, as a number of them are unsuited or the wrong size. My ever fussing work colleague was cranked about how many pallets were in the bed of the pickup truck, but I persevered with a "lets see" perspective. Not that he has much experience in these matters, but I do appreciate his opinion. Sometimes I think he is a disruption agent, as his ideas don't often work out compared to my deeper practical experience. And too, he often prompts conversation around recent perp planted themes; too much of a coincidence.

The perps gave me bags under my eyes over night. I am 61 and look under 40, but today they gave me this face modification that suggests I am older. I wonder what the portent is, as they haven't screwed with my looks since about 2004. And they have permanently kept me at this age; that is no aging from the under 40 look.

Another new "feature" today was some minor pain in my pelvic region and down my R leg. This would be consistent if my prostate cancer has metastasized. More spoof games or harbinger of a serious cancer upgrade? They spent all day running thoughts of the metastasized theme, down to how and who of asset disposition and how my final exit would be arranged. On the other side, they also run thoughts of "there is a way out of this", and with the added proviso that I needn't under go surgery and would be otherwise whole. Other planted themes relate to a second life as a baseball pitcher, one that has been played in mind for over a decade. I am not really athletic, being a klutz, and a governed one at that. I just don't care, I want to be left the fuck alone, but this isn't an option they tell me.

And I am reasonably energetic tonight, and feel totally normal and no nap attacks tonight.

More numeric alliteration in today's date. Sunday, and another work day at a different vineyard. Yesterday, the same at somewhere else. There, the foreman explained he had my pay check but that someone stole it and that I would be paid out next week for all my time including yesterday's 10 hour work day. How absurd; I had direct deposit with them last year, and for this calendar year I had to re-apply for direct deposit which I did. Everything was working pay-wise. Then they cut me off the payroll because I was a part time worker, but the guy in charge said it was a mistake and that I was a valued employee. So, I submit another direct deposit form with my voided check, and somehow they forget to process this and instead cut me a check that got stolen from the foreman's briefcase. Ok, I get it; getting paid is a total perp governed event they just love to gangstalk me over, but these shenanigans over getting paid from this employer and their bureaucratic bumbling is ridiculous.

Though this would not be the first time that an extended delay in cashing my paycheck has been arranged. In fact, it is the recent norm and I am most curious as to why they want to delay this event for me, and have everyone else cash their checks shortly after receiving it. Is there some kind of time component attached to the psychic event of receiving money? I don't know, or care, but I just put this out should anyone want to offer some kind of analysis of perp behavior rationale.

Yesterday one of the Mexican workers did a gangstalk on me at the break. He walked past me while on the break and in my car eating to go to the brown plastic portable facility some 80' behind me. After some 10 min. in there he emerges and stands nearby to look at his phone. After a few minutes he walks some 12' closer to my vehicle and again stops and looks at his cell phone again. Twice more he does this, these incremental approaches with a cell phone look-see. Like, can we get any more obvious than that. Most folks who finish up at the portable facility want to get the hell out and back to their lunch. Not this dude, and having the cell phone and doing whatever color calibration they do, or whatever else that makes cell phone such a obvious perp stalking accouterment. Loiter time is also important, and cell phones serve as a prop/excuse to do so.

Anyhow, enough action for the week and onto another.

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Two Employer Shuffle

That is, two employers in one day of work. I was seconded to an alternate employer for the last three days, and still there today until 1030h, when the primary employer called and wanted me back to attend to some vineyard trellis work. As the work site was nearby, it wasn't a big deal. This might seem like a "so what" to most folks, but for the Psychopaths who run/ruin my existence, (not called a life anymore), it is a big deal. As to why or for what means, I have no idea. Regular readers will know, as may other TI's, the Psychopaths (aka perps, too cute of a name for what they do), are besotted with all concepts of employment in all its facets, from who, what gender, what location, remuneration, work tasks, employment cessation (seasonal work), work longevity etc. Just think of all the concepts and parameters of having work, and the perps are manipulating it somewhere for some strange end.

And when transiting between employers, of course the vehicular gangstalking was out on this very remote road, even leading ahead of me and making the same peculiar R turn at a fork as I had to, and lo, if they only went 200m and then pulled into a parking area and turned around. No sane mission would of caused anyone to not only coincide (har, har) to lead me on this remote road, but also to turnaround for no seeming reason. Vehicular gangstalking doesn't get any more obvious than that.

Then on the way home, past the regular employer's vineyard, why, they put on a vehicular accident with the fire truck out and attendant flashing lights and single lane alternating traffic controlled by said fireman in the capacity of traffic control techs. And all this some 100m N of where I and my work colleague were on traffic control duty some five days ago. Another designed coincidence IMHO. And seemingly, this wasn't a faked accident, as there were some debris on the road, though I did not see a second vehicle. [The linked story indicates three vehicles collided].

On-off rain, as it has been for the last 5 days, save one. But more often, big dark clouds gather, threaten rain, and then skirt by without unloading. The threat of rain seems to be much of a perp objective as the real thing. Or is it the change in sky colors, from light grey to deep grey? Plenty of past harassment experience suggests that, but in reality I have no idea, and I don't care. Just leave me the fuck alone and I will do fine, even with the latest clinical insult (see prior posting).

The perps are on the rag tonight; at least 10 screamings at the assholes. Pulling items from my hand, creating extra kitchen mess, fucking with the on switch for this LCD display, etc. and as a background, planting notions about the prostate cancer imposition they laid on me a week ago.

It was bad enough pushing a rope over the dopamine (and iron) deficiency problem for the last six months, and now they laid on a new one, "prostate cancer". Worse yet, the "good doctor" wants me off testosterone when it is prostate protective. On the other hand, she prescribes something to help my immune system. On the phone last week she said, "together we can beat this (prostate cancer)". Some chance of that. BUT interestingly enough, she did suggest an iron transfusion as I don't absorb it much from my diet or supplements. Though, she has yet to call me back to set up an appointment. How "together" is that? Baited and then jerked with, that is all I know from any clinical so-called "professional", save the urologist, an unmitigated jerk. The dentist is excepted though.

Some 211 page views of last week's posting, far exceeding the usual 20 to 40. Now back to 20 or so a day later. No comments. So what is the attraction or is it all spoofed?

More sixes and numeric alliteration in the date. Exciting times for sickos.

I got hit with a two hour nap attack this evening. Talk about punching a hole in my free time, as I worked all day on warehouse and then vineyard work. I count the nap attack as two hours as it took 30 minutes to get from awake (while horizontal) to out the bed and vertical, as in being mobile. Prior to these nap attacks and all the rest of the abuse since 04-2002, I never had any problem getting out of bed. Not only do I now get hit with nap attacks, but also get hammered so hard it takes 30 minutes to arise. Even while on my feet, post-nap, I didn't feel too energetic, and some two hours later, I still feel woozy. I did some shopping afterward, so no doubt a heavy two hour nap attack was the preliminary "warm up". As always, I did not need the sleep. And too, my financial transactions are of intense interest, from coin machines to sending checks in the mail to paying cash or by debit card. Just to think the assholes have been hounding me over this in covert mode for 47 years before they went berserk/overt in 04-2002.

To the "good doctor's" credit, per above, I am now scheduled for a iron IV in the coming weeks, following my polite email prompt. Also on the medical front, I am scheduled for a bone density scan in two weeks. From what I understand, one imbibes a radioactive solution which is taken up over the next few hours, and then one is scanned. No doubt this serves the Greater Fuckery, aka, the perp's agenda in some fashion. It wouldn't be the first time I have been scanned for some kind of clinical intrigue. I had a MRI in Seattle back in 2001, and still don't know quite what it was for. Later, I initiated a SPECT scan which settled the ongoing hassle about getting treated for ADD, which later became my trump card to the train of mendacious clinical atrocities and that followed. The theme of which was, "I am dopamine deficient, (per SPECT scan) so why are you giving me a dopamine agonist to make me worse?" Before 04-2002 little did I know that my dopamine is of intense research interest to some sick minded human nonconsensual human research agenda where they won't declare themselves, but run and ruin one me from the shadows. Imagine how many others could be naive subjects.

Saturday, and a very laid back one too, though I did get my laundry done at the laundromat. And suffer some outrageous driving; the ubiquitous fat tire truck (tandems on a pick up truck), "needed" to cut in front of me when there was all manner of traffic ahead. Meaning that it was a totally pointless move as he couldn't get past the traffic and go as fast as he would of liked. An all black pickup truck that was raised some, as well as having flat black rims all round.

And to add insult to injury, the perps hit me with a four hour nap attack last night. Which means nothing of substance got done after dinner. I woke up at 2300h, did my normal pre-bedtime routine and then went back to bed. As usual, I was not running a sleep deficit to warrant such a colossal amount of extra sleep.

The perps are busy stoking the metastasized cancer rumor they have planted on me, all to increase the FUD over the prostate cancer they gave me, per June 7 biopsy results. That is, plenty of aches and sensations from my pelvic and lower back regions, just where such a cancer would start metastasizing. I get a bone density scan in two weeks and a CT scan in another two weeks, so I won't know until then.

Reading prostate cancer treatments for the past 3 hours; I got interested in the proton beam therapy, but later find out that it would be $200,000 for uninsured patients. That is a whole lot of cash, and no such facility in Canada anyhow. I still haven't got past the "let it rip" (eat meat) notion yet as it would serve the purpose of bailing out on this abuse-athon I live in.

Sunday, and a day of work to finish the tucking in the vineyard. Tomorrow, and the rest of the week, I will be on the bottling line. Good to have the vineyard complete, given that it is a changing work-scape.

No day in the vineyard would be complete without getting the stinging eye treatment at the end of the day, this time a 9 hour work day. I have had this particular abuse all six working days of the past 7. And nearly always timed for the work's end, be it a 8 or 9 hour day. And coming on all the more while driving home, making for a one-eyed trip

Ditto for the HD and other motorcycle noise. About every four minutes they put on a motorcycle of some kind. I even got an oncoming phalanx of six of them, all with the classic near vertical windshields (or is that a police motorcycle style?) at 0650h on my way to work this am. Being a Sunday, I thought it was way over the top that all these "pals" could get it together and do a drive by gangstalking. Anyhow, if it isn't a motorcycle noise, it is a bad muffler car, another obnoxious noise. And too, the noise trail is modified so the loud motorcycle is heard for many minutes, and doesn't diminish normally.

I spoke with my perp-abetting mother on the phone tonight; she didn't seem too surprised that I had prostate cancer. No actress she, and it showed. She tried to sound interested, and spoke of the possible treatments, but it seems the whole deal was pre-arranged. Such are the dealing with the First Feral Family

Anyhow, enough said, and onto a new week.

Sunday, June 12, 2016

From Vineyard to Warehouse

Lots of sixes in today's date; don't know what that means in perp terms, save that they just love repetition and alliteration. Not my problem.

Busy on this very hot day, 37C, as it was plenty warm even at 0800h when I was busy weeding, cutting weed trees and spraying them at the roadside on a steep bank. Then onto hauling wine cases, and then to the concrete enclosed warehouse at 1030h to make up a complex shipping order. Then onto making up cardboard boxes for another shipping tomorrow. My work confrere joined me for the latter task, and we got most of it done at 1600h.

Then onto yoga for only four other yogis, all female. Typically I get 10 or more other yogis to accompany me, but for some reason a dearth. Or perhaps, yogi-stalkers. I still get screwed doing balances, but not as bad as I used to for some reason. Only four years of 1x/week yoga and I am now finally allowed to balance better on one foot.

A day of working in the warehouse and packing wine for shipments. Four others, one being a hire just for the day, this dude with tattoos around his neck for crissakes. The other guy is my regular co-worker, he of tattoos on his forearms. Enough tattoo exposure for a week, but the perps weren't done. Not in this town on a sunny day when the dudes with no shirts are strutting out with tattoos of course. And one sit-down dude on my way back was full of tats down his arm. Fucking disgusting; and if I don't like tattoos, I don't see why I must be hounded with this self-inflicted body defacing artifice everywhere I go. I suppose the single tattoo on the above mentioned yoga instructor's foot yesterday was a warm-up cookie.

An early end to the day, and then to the urologists office for the result of my prostate biopsy. I had a notion that the assholes would pull something, and the extra vehicular gangstalking and clusterfucking on the way there was another tip-off. And lo, I have a moderate level of prostate cancer, a 7 (4+3) on this scale they use. I am beyond the urologist's "surveillance" protocol, (meaning monitoring it), and so a CT scan and a bone density scan to follow before he decides what to do. No symptoms would be expected for five years if left untreated. Screwed and screwed again; give me the cancer and get me out of this infernal abusive existence ASAP. No such "luck" in TI World where victim infuriation and sufferance escalation are the key elements to running (subjugating) the subject (victim).

Then a blood test to follow, and I see now they are putting on the dudes to do the blood draw and have the blonde woman stand nearby, or cruise by in front. Worse, he was curly haired, and do I ever loathe the sight of curly hair for some unfathomable reason.

And more semi-bizarre activity in the blood draw clinic on this momentous occasion; they had a trades man Fuckwit doing measurements with his yellow measuring tape all the time while I was there. Also, his ladder was parked outside the door. Presumably this is for some kind of imminent office renovation, but as the perps constantly noise-stalk me over making measurements of anything, I cannot assume it was anything but another perp stunt.

And above news was sprung on me on my daughter's birthday, she duly phoning just as I was departing the blood draw clinic. As it was a cell phone and reception is usually limited in elevators, I took the call outside the clinic and sat on the bench outside the clinic. And of course they had me blab all about my biopsy results, which will duly find its way to the First Feral Family. They have legit means to find out, and seem to work it together, one borrowing (or was supplied) information from the other. Even if I haven't spoken with my daughter since 01-2016. Funny how that happens.

A three hour nap attack this evening; I haven't had one for a while, but as the evening tiredness imposition seems to become more frequent, one can expect a longer sleep hit.

And the assholes almost ran me off the road after work, an "inattention" jerkaround.

Worked on a steep roadside bank for two hours taking out the sumac foliage, both mechanically and with some roundup applied to cuts on the stub. Or else I pulled the root system out. And of course the vehicular traffic and noise was increased. And what is it about dudes and their pickup trucks needing to have extra noisy mufflers nowadays, and of course, tromp on the accelerator to make even more noise as they pass by?

Then onto landscaping duties later, then pallet load assembly, and then garbage detail. I even got to run the forklift to make the latter task a whole lot easier. I am a certified fork lift operator, but my employer discourages such activity with excuses du jour. But the reality is: do I spend 20 minutes getting 28 40lb boxes down from 10' up on a ladder, or spend 5 minutes to do the same with the fork lift? It seemed like a no-brainer with a straight-in run to get the pallet, lift the load, back up 6' and put it down. And thankfully it was uneventful.

I swapped back to my tricyclic medication today, dropping the L-tyrosine and L-phenylalanine, both contra-indicated. Hopefully with minimal effect, though the perps have a long history of exploiting medication changes.

The assholes had me "forget" to take my tricyclic medication today, they of the insane fuckery over what color my pills and supplements are. No ill effects.

Though the assholes are hitting me with tiredness at day's end, good for a 30 min. sit down of doing squat. I suppose all this serves some purpose, but I don't know what, or how it will be sanitized under a conventional clinical cause.

And lo, the "good doctor" (mostly) has indicated that I not continue with my DHEA and testosterone in light of above prostate cancer results (fuckery IMHO). That is because I emailed her, and she left a telephone message, and so I will go see her tomorrow in a sudden appointment. All of which infuriates me no fucking end. I take medications that are useful and make me feel a lot better, and then the perps construct some scene to take them away from me. They did this in 2002, as a certain stimulant medication was very successful, one that flushes out dopamine. While I cannot be sure of my blood dopamine levels at present as they have never been tested, I was feeling a whole lot better. (Low dopamine = low testosterone). And now the assholes are at it again; obstructing useful and highly efficacious medication. To say that I am less than infuriated would be in error.

At work, a 1.5 hour session of traffic control on the busy road while a load of bottles was delivered to the winery. And in the usual drum beat of getting ready, and I duly put out the stand for the sign and put the sign away in the bush. And lo, some 20 minutes later, the tractor-trailer arrives and I go to put up the sign, and someone stole the stand, but not the sign. Who but the perps would arrange something so utterly stupid in so short of time for something so critical? And who of the public has any use for a steel stand for a roadside sign stand for crissakes?

Rainy today, and the job at the other vineyard was called off. I was needed at the regular vineyard employer for a few hours and that is where I spent the morning. Dealing with garbage, bow making and then doing a small amount of vine planting. The perps cannot get enough of this latter activity, and this time was no exception.And of course, the major planting was next to the busy road, and of course the traffic noise was amped up just as I was inserting the plant into the hole. And too, this was near where I was doing traffic control in the middle of the road yesterday. And a day before that I was hacking roadside vegetation from the adjacent bank.

After that, the "good doctor" phoned and had some positive suggestions and provide an Rx over the above mentioned prostate cancer diagnosis, and seemed genuinely empathetic. "Together we can beat this" were her words, and we shall see. She confirmed the elimination of my testosterone intake, as prescribed, citing medico-legal reasons. There is no evidence of testosterone abetting prostate cancer, but 99% of doctors believe otherwise. Sounds like a planted mindfuck to me, which suggests that prostate cancer (and health) is governed by the sickos who create the problem in the first place. There seemed to be some forward movement on my iron deficiency from her, as the last visit in February seemed to be a blow-off on this topic. Another "we shall see" circumspection, but at least it is substantially forward looking than that technocrat urologist who said absolutely dick all about anything except biopsy results. I didn't think they made doctors like that any more, but I am told many of the foreigner doctors are the same. Around and around we go, without the "merry" part.

A 2.5 hour nap attack this afternoon; just when I thought I was going to get some things done in my unanticipated free time, why, someone else had plans for me.

More infuriation; the assholes have stopped me from playing music from files on my PC to my OPPO pre-amp to my stereo. This was set up perfectly some four weeks ago with help from OPPO support. I did not change a wire or setting or anything, and now digital music playback is fucked. What is it about the perps they must constantly fuck with music playback? It could be the reproduction quality all the way to obstructing the software or hardware. Now that I have speakers seems to up the ante. This insane shit over obstructing music playback goes  back to 2002 when they first went berserk/overt and even stopped a new Sony Discman from playing for crissakes. I got another one and it had problems too. A formerly reliable NAD CD player crapped out a year later, even defying the repair personnel. The YBA amp hassles have almost become legend of late. (Initially sent 12-2015, and now twice to Chicago for repair, and yet to come back). My brother stole my speakers from the crawl space for crissakes. Headphones are routinely hacked, and one pair has had two repair depot trips across the country (to Ontario). On and on, this sick assed obstruction over music playback continues, and it is relentless as it is senseless.

[Update; someone turned the volume down, the reason why I could not hear anything. Who would of done something so fucking stupid as that except to rile their victim some more?]

A decent weather day after yesterday's on-off rain. This being a Sunday, and working at a vineyard run by someone else who is lot more relaxing and harmonious. They even let me work shirtless, which I did for a time to get more tanned. Or, as one TI says, I was getting prana energy from the sun. At least I was getting more vitamin D.

More evening conversation with Do Not Post tonight.

I took my DHEA this morning and had no nap attack after work, though I did get sacked for 30 min. of sit down time. I wish I knew where this was going; are they taking me out or making the most out of a medication change up? Anyhow, time to post this for the week.

Sunday, June 05, 2016

Phone Tag

Contacting Do Not Post tonight brought on an answering machine again, and it seems this was a setting on the phone that wasn't normal going by my earlier phone message. And of course the earlier calls to me this evening were when I was at yoga and the phone was in my vehicle. Save the last call when I was driving and had one hand on the wheel and the other on my chocolate bar fix.

I cannot count the number of times when contacting someone anew results in a phone tag session that goes on for days, often a week. What is it that the perps need to disrupt  communications with someone, especially for the first time? These incidences increased ten fold since 04-2002 when they first went berserk/overt on me. They like me to hear the voice via voice mail at first, and seem to be having me hang out for at least two days since I heard it with no response. And I am sure the other party has a host of technological hassles or life circumstances hassles that prevent a ready response.

Yoga brought on the Bob-Job dude again, the wacko in brightly spotted capris, and we are talking about a male here. Star Girl was back after some 4 months, this time developing more ugly tats down her L forearm to trail the absurd star tats at her L wrist. So why was she sent to yoga tonight? For me to glimpse more fugly tattoos or for me to see her very attractive lithe frame?

The Bob-Job dude was busy on the stalk after class, standing in front of the winsome mop-head girl who has been so visible in the lobby upon my exit for the last four yoga classes. I fear I am getting more cynical about my arranged and orchestrated existence, as it seems they have me timed to the last microsecond for what I see, think or hear. So the perps have me wondering about the significance of every player who crosses my path. Are they there for the Unfavored freak show, or are they there for a momentary dopamine kick, i.e. attractive or otherwise interesting? I don't care most of the time, but the perps do want me to dwell on their design considerations much more than I ever did before.

As I type this, the across-the-back-lane HD motorcycle noise has cranked up.

A day of tucking at the quiet vineyard, no road noise of major significance. The boss lady did her usual crank up the production inference, suggesting we would get done early today. Well we didn't get done early, but did with an extra hour of effort, the two of us.

The perps put on a C-177 Globemaster III military cargo aircraft for three passes in this Okanagan Valley, the last below the mountain tops and perhaps 500' above the lake. A big 4 engine aircraft and very wide too. Back in 1994 or so, they had the US equivalent (C-17) pass over my house at 400' above terrain on its way to the local air show (with traffic control permission to fly so low). A few days later I went to the air show and walked through the same aircraft. Mighty impressive to say the least; such a wide cargo carrying aircraft. And so, finally, about in 2005, the Canadian government got its act together and dumped the ridiculous arrangement with contractual Russian cargo aircraft and got their own C-177 (US C-17)  fleet. And why are the perps flying aircraft from Trenton, Ontario for three passes over a TI victim in a nameless vineyard in the Okanagan Valley?

We have done  a number of remotely stationed military aircraft fly-bys over the last four years; a Cormorant rescue helicopter for 5 passes over what became my regular hiking groundsin 2012, a CP-140 Aurora submarine tracker for 7 passes over an inland lake 400 miles from saltwater in the glide path of Penticton airport no less in 2014, two Snowbirds to fly low as I changed up my sun block bottle in 2015, a CF-188 Hornet (US F-18), two of them departing from the Penticton airport two weeks ago, and now the C-177 Globemaster for three passes. Funny how they find me at different locations, from Oliver, Skaha Lake, Penticton to Naramata.

No major aircraft visits from the Canadian Air Force today, though a biz jet came in over the lake, presumably to land at Penticton airport.

This morning, it felt like I got hit on the head in the night, but without the pain. As in clogged, fogged and demotivated. Mighty strange, as I had my bi-weekly testosterone last night, and normally I am much more with it the following morning. Walking the vineyard to get wire repairs done, and then again to get the gopher abatement done seemed to be the cure. I wonder where this one is going, or is it a temporary moment in remote mind manipulation and research? Or have the perps now learned to remotely defeat this medication, which seems they have done with every successful one I have taken. We shall see.

A house is being built there, and at least 12 pickup trucks or vans of trades. All males, and now this faux jocularity and whooping it up and other overblown male banter. Ridiculous. If I was looking for that I would go to a basketball game.

More wire work when I got back to the N vineyard, but that is all part of the job. No complaints there.

Continuing eye stinging attacks each day as I finish work, nearly all timed to have me drive one-eyed, sometimes alternating for crissakes. Eye drops are at hand, but the assholes just bring on the eye stinging anyhow. The ostensible reason, aka plausible denial rationale, is that it is the sulfur applications to the vines via the sprayer. Why didn't it happen nearly so often before? And why did this bullshit erupt on food crop farms back in Victoria, pre-2012 (pre-vineyard work)?

A half hour phone conversation with Do Not Post tonight; she seems like a legit TI, and questions were honest and direct. The reception was terrible though, at least on my end. A mere continuation of the phone and voice mail tag, is to have shoddy reception. This is no reflection on my caller I want to add, and nor was the delay in responding to my voice mail messages, mentioned above. Continued conversations are expected.

So while the phone conversation was in progress, I get two calls, re-directed to my voice mail about work tomorrow. I respond, to both parties, but both were unavailable. And one couldn't get a text message through to me. So what is the deal about this that the perps constantly must script phone and text tag all the time? Both are new phone callers, though one party I have met in person twice, having worked for her a few weeks back. This time it is at the same vineyard, but she won't be there so I will be working for someone else. This constant choreography of switching personnel I work for, a follow on from phone tag it seems.

I had an iron supplement last night as I was getting so tired in the previous evenings. But I paid the price; two Immodium moments on the crapper so far. But I do feel I have a normal level of energy tonight, not the demotivated suck down I have come to know and loathe. Still no action on getting my resume completed though, now three weeks of vexacious obstruction so far.

An hour's conversation with Do Not Post tonight. A legit TI it seems, and thankfully the reception was better, though I suspect VOIP (Magic Jack) has a ways to go to get it cleaned up to current day landline telco standards. Not a whole lot to report, and it seems she has had her difficulties with family too. In that respect, as far as my family goes, (aka, the First Feral Family) my attitude is "fuck them all". They knew all this abuse was coming down since 1996, and played dumb when it did in 2002, and they are still hard at playing dumb. Or are evasive saps. So fuck them. Worse yet, they knew I was a TI from birth and didn't say shit. I suspect my brothers were in on the act in and about 1965, when I was 11 yo.

Easier said than done of course, not everyone has that degree of independent mind, and where there is significant emotional interaction, then small steps are needed. Leave the crazies behind as there is absolutely no headway anyone can make with these people. Which should apply to politics as well, but I won't get into that topic for now.

And why is it when I am on the phone for an extended time do I get other texts or calls coming in? This "happened" Tuesday, same caller and similar extended phone call duration.

The back lane dude and HD motorcycle noise show has gone quiet this weekend for some reason, though that doesn't stop the odd hot-rod muffler noise from coming by. Most curious as it seems they poured this on for the last two months, even with dude bantering parties on Mondays to greet me as I came back from yoga. And now, with with good weather, nothing.

It was a Sunday off, and good weather, as in sunny and warm, over 30C today. Off to a hike and then off-trail to my favorite skyclad tanning location where there is no one else, not even a gangstalker for 3 hours. (And not even a low level aircraft, truly exceptional). I learned from the above phone call that one can get prana energy from the sun, and if true, then that must be yet another human nonconsensual research component of all of this relentless abuse. That there are many human races in varying skin tones suggests to me the perps are hard at trying to figure all this out. Not my problem, so why am I in the middle of this insane abusive and relentless research project where I am not allowed to even pick up a pencil without cognitive and physical interference? And to rile me up all day long.

Anyhow, time to get this posted for the week.