Sunday, October 15, 2017

Fork Lifting Again

I did some vineyard and winery work at my former employers (a couple) of 2012-15. I got to drive the rented forklift all day with the bin rotator on it, so the bins of grapes can be dumped into the hopper above the crusher. Yesterday, I was on the crusher, seeing that it got fed, but not too much, while their friend, a most able fork lift driver, was driving. Today, the friend is off on a hunting trip, so I became the default fork lift driver, even if the boss man said at first he was going to be driving. Said boss man is way grumpier that he was two years ago when I last worked full time for him. And now, with a motorized wheelchair/scooter, he is even less capable of running the winery and vineyard show. Thankfully his wife is reasonably able and does much of the real work. He is the vision guy, she is the doer. Oddly, she wants to live in an assisted living arrangement while he wants to continue the vineyard and winery business. She is 62 y.o., he is at least 6 years older with considerably more health issues. I haven't quite figured them out, and even learned yesterday that she wanted to go to an assisted living arrangement even before they bought the vineyard. Go figure.

I say "Fork Lifting Again" for a reason. Last year I was running the fork lift at a winery, and in a rigged set up (IMHO), without any prior issues, I snagged the overhead door that was 1" above the lift stack while backing out, and was doing the right thing, looking back. I didn't drive it in there in the first place, nor did I lift the stack, and it was the co-workers on the crush who suggested that I drive it out, so I did. (And there were plenty of dents in that door from prior fork lift snags, so I wasn't the first.) The next day, the boss man says I cannot drive the fork lift. Fine. The next week, the more experienced fork lift driver snagged a man-way (hatch) cover on a tank with the fork lift as it was so congested inside the winery, and 2,000 liters of red wine flooded out, and it took four of them to close it, all of them getting soaked to the ass. (If the hatch cover had been damaged, they would of lost all 9,000 liters). The fork lift also got killed, as it was an electric model, and couldn't be recharged. That fork lift driver was back driving the rest of the job, another 4 weeks, all day, every day. And I don't assign any blame to this driver, as things were so tight in there, and it could of happened to anyone. (And did a few years earlier). But this disparity of punishment (if that is the right word) was so obvious, that I couldn't of felt more targeted (or singled out for no reason). Anyhow, it seemed that the Thems decided that I was not allowed to to run a fork lift again, though they have relented this year for a whole two days worth. As to what they get from these on-off privileges or designated work activities I have no idea, but temporary use of vehicles (using the same seat) seems to be a big deal. Or what the perps get out of this particular freight handling device, along with exposure to pallets and shipping containers, I have no idea either. Just to think that my daughter has been living with a full time fork lift driver for the past three years.

The power washer ran out of gasoline at about 1600h, and there was no more on hand. Like WTF; I did this with him 2+ years ago, and the same thing "happened". So he called it a day and said he would get gasoline tomorrow, leaving everything a sticky mess. And the diesel heater of the power washer isn't working, so everything is a cold wash. Though, with an after market wobbler head on the tip of the washer wand, instead of the typical jet tip, it makes a huge positive difference. Still, having hot water makes winery hygiene and cleaning that much better. I don't know of a serious winery that doesn't have hot water washing capability. Unusually, over four days, the power washer did not mechanically fail. This is unheard of my annals of using this particular mechanical device.

The fundamental rule of the winery business is that you clean up after day's end, or sooner, if the equipment is going to sit around with grape crush for more than an hour. Or else you clean up after a run of certain grape. Otherwise, clean up will take 2x longer, and present more risk for potential hygiene issues. But you cannot tell this guy how its done, and being prepared with a can of gasoline is beyond him it seems.

More winery work, this time just me doing most of it while the owners were out and about, fetching items (including gasoline) and attending to the business aspects of vineyard and winery ownership. I suppose it could be called another day of the attritional work force. Four days ago, I was working in the vineyard harvesting with the Albanian crew, while the owners, their family (including two young children), plus two other family members, plus the fork lifting friend, were working altogether on the grape crushing and cleaning up. Then we had Thanksgiving dinner together, save the Albanian family. The next day it was similar, though with some dropping out, and another person coming for dinner. The next day (yesterday) I was on grape processing with a few family members heading out, another going elsewhere for the afternoon. Today, it was just me doing the laboring, fork lifting, cleaning, because, as mentioned, the owners had other responsibilities. Anyhow, it seems that the last five days were a combination of vineyard, then winery work, complexed with  decrementing the number of co-workers. For the perps, and their life-long interest in me and wine making, and now viticulture (vineyard labor), it just seems interesting they are still at; transitioning me from one work area to another all in a weekend, (been done before at this same vineyard/winery), and drawing down the personnel whom I work with.

Though in fact, something similar evolved this season of vineyard work. I started with a crew of six for 5 months until the resident grinch pissed me off enough that I worked at another vineyard for the last two months, mostly by myself. Anyhow, I have no idea what this whole deal means and why this attritional cycling of co-workers is so important for the Grand Plan. Just leave me alone is all I have been asking for the past 15 years of this insane litany of abuse and arranged life, down to the microsecond it seems.

Took my laundry into the laundromat and hung there as it was only for washing, no drying. (Cleaning up the daily grime from winery work, now finished). What is it about certain Fuckwits that need to loiter around me for no seeming reason? The proprietor woman was  4' from me and was staring at the washing machine for 10 minutes, then her daughter came on the other side of me to change the TV channel, reduce the volume, fuss with the newspapers, and then screw off with the remote control so I could not put the volume up after she left. Five minutes later, a dread-headed male arrived in my peripheral vision, so I took a look at this creature, and then he walked behind me, and it was then I caught the highly odoriferous stench of his weed habit. (Did I mention that dreads are highly Unfavored once before?)

And all of the above was set up as I was at this same laundromat last night, as my clothes were scuzzed up and I had gone for 10 days without laundry, and was running short. Prior to tonight's visit, I got nailed with a 1.5 hour nap attack, always a big deal so they can hound my ass all the more afterward. And before that (this afternoon), I had my IV vitamin C infusion, another seeming excuse to hound my ass if all the extra road traffic on the way back is a reliable indicator.

Thursday, and a day off from winery work, as the grumpy owner is to complete all the left over tasks apparently. I just finished reading "Guinea Pigs" by Dr John Hall (more extensive and fair minded review here). Most notable is a riposte about psychiatrists:
"In medical school on can spot the individuals destined for psychiatry on day one. For the most part they are strange, often searching for self-help, and remain strange individuals focused on what they see as the more intellectual practice of medicine.... Psychiatry, unlike all other fields of medicine, has absolutely no basis in hard science."
Hilarious, and having had a recent go-around with one to deal with my dopamine deficiency when I presented two compelling tests (on a brain scan) which both indicated such, he tells me I have a dopamine surplus. Dr. John Hall has is exactly right; don't go to psychiatrists, and don't do street medications which will only serve to discredit you (as a TI) or else serve as an avenue to them to find fault.

I would of preferred that "Guinea Pigs" addressed more detail about the consistent themes in TI's lives, e.g. missing years (me, aged 2 to 5) and perhaps life long covert monitoring until the perps go overt and then run and ruin the victim's lives, now 15 years of this since they first went berserk/overt on me. And less mention on then President Obama, as I believe organized harassment and abuse is beyond any President's realm, who has no real control over what goes on at these levels. And less mention of the NWO and limits on gun control. Like, what is gun ownership going to do, except bring on on another (recent) Mandalay Bay/Las Vegas massacre event. Worth a read, and it has some good chapters on the available technologies of remote mind control, which are well advanced and supported with some more recent examples I was unaware of it, e.g. mass surrenders in the first Iraq conflict.

Mass hysteria may explain 'sonic attacks' in Cuba, say top neurologists  What absurd rubbish; "top neurologists", as in top neurologists in the pay of some agency and who don't mind looking like utter fools for anyone who has a thinking mind. There is ample evidence of remotely applied EMF weapons (per "Guinea Pigs" above), and even 60 Minutes showed a crowd control beam (called "active denial") weapon emitted by remote equipment. The unfortunate folks who were hit with these sonic attacks in Cuba are ill weeks later, both US and Canadian embassy personnel. Some of the victims moved to a new location and didn't get further attacks. Psychiatrists have lost all credibility with the DSM V making normal a medicable state to fuel the pharmo-financial interests (and more likely, the Grand Plan), and now neurologists are going stupid, per above news report. I think this is another example, just as the Trump antics are, of seeding the perception of chaos and authority ineptitude, or more fully, creating cracks in the public's perception of the credibility of government, professions and the like. (Psychiatrists never had much credibility in my book, (per above riposte) and all the more so, as they were abetting agents of the CIA nonconsenual human experimentation starting the 1950's, e.g. Dr Ewen Cameron in Montreal.)

I had a short work day in one of the vineyards I worked in over the summer. We were picking leaves for later lab analysis for virus presence. A systematic sampling pattern had to be followed, something I have experience with in my forestry training. I have worked with this guy before; he gets cranked over every little nuance that seems to go wrong, a negative dynamic the perps constantly seem to set up between me and him. Thankfully this scenario didn't last all day, and instead of hauling his too-wide trailer between the rows, and barely clearing the vines and drip lines, (the source of contention) we worked separately and didn't use the trailer. This doubled our work output, and seemed to work for him.

Golly gee... another fine coincidence; one of the above mentioned Albanians "happened" to be picking grapes with the vineyard next door. Said individual has worked in the same vineyard as me, the next door vineyard, more distant vineyards, and shows up today as well. I hadn't encountered him all this season save for the above mentioned encounters.

An insane gangstalk show at the specialty grocery store on the way home after vineyard work. And that same wretched woman staff-stalker was on again, this time at the till, and saying "hello" to me as I entered the doors. Normally she doesn't even look at me, so I don't know why I got this sudden welcome salutation. As in "here I am again", the ever stalking staff member perhaps.

A woman sucking on a cigarette outside trailed me in, then joined the aisle blockers after I picked up a cooked chicken, and then a fuckwit emerged from that grouptight on my ass, even if I started to walk faster. Then I decided to get the fuck out of there, and lo, a negro customer at the checkout. An in-out stalker, came too, one who arrives, walks past the checkouts (normally the wrong way to go if shopping) and then walks out again two minutes later while I was still there. I have seen so many of these at this store that the inane has become routine.

All this started because the cooked chicken in my fridge prematurely went bad, and  I needed to replace it on the way home. The perps just love these stop overs on the way home, and no better place to pull it than one of my regular stops.

And as the perps screwed me out of taking my garbage out last night, and again this morning before the garbage truck arrived, said rotting chicken will remain in the garbage can for a whole week, some 20m away from me, but near the landlord's house. Don't ask me why the perps are so obsessed over garbage and how long it sits around in my proximity.

My fickle friend of vineyard work came by, he still healing from his split knee cap, surgery, and just finished 6 weeks of physiotherapy in Kelowna. From what he says, it seems that the therapists didn't appreciate a low rating on a questionnaire that the patients filled out. Suddenly, certain patients were yanked from the program, some quite prematurely in their recovery. And it seems that many of the therapists were just posing for their jobs, and didn't get much involved, and would rather natter among themselves. Call it nasty-assed retributive health care, where honest questionnaire results get one woofed from the program. And additionally, two mantras from the therapy staff came in loud and clear; the theme of moving the patients on, and telling them all the pain was in their head. Such is healthcare these days; rotate the patients out ASAP, never mind how they are doing. And then pulling these mind games of telling the patient where the pain is. Doing George Orwell proud they are, at public expense.

A 9 hour sleep got me up at 1030h, and a late start to the day it was. Then some online work, and then some reading, "The Twelfth Planet" by Zecharia Sitchin, and lo, at 1500h, I got nailed with a 3.5 hour nap attack. These nap attacks are often aligned with when I am reading; 30-40 min. into the book, and then the sleepies start coming on. In dutiful fashion, I go lie down on the bed, and then await what comes. At one point in the dream they had me fussed over missing a flight, and then awakened me enough to know that it was in fact a dream, all to have me drop into another dream set. It took 30 min. of lying there to finally be able to summon myself to get up, forced by a need to pee that came on.

A brief synopsis of the book is that it is a researched study of Old Testament and Sumerian texts and pictographs, and based on the research it seems that we humans were once clones created to do mining work for the Nefilim (Anunnaki) of the 12th planet, Nibiru. Later, we were given the capability to reproduce and self determination. An interesting book, and of substantive merit in re-assessing the role life on the planet, of humans, how we got here so fast in evolutionary terms, and why so many ancient texts make references to the "gods" and their heavenly craft and unconventional capabilities. The book was originally published in 1976, and now is in its 45th printing. There are follow-on titles in this Book 1 of the Earth Chronicles series. To quote from the book; "we are not alone". Most TI's know that anyway; though some TI's seem to be harassed by more thuggish and retributive arms, while others seem to be under the thumb of a more research minded imperative (me). It is all the same to us; we are selected to be interfered, obstructed and abused, and the notion of democracy and self-determination is truly a mirage kept alive by our notion of the artifacts of freedom. Read "The Gods of Eden" to find out more about how humans seem to be put to use by an alterior agenda e.g. sending humans to war, along with extraconventional technologies.

A new-to-me site on gangstalking, mind control and cults is Dr. Eric Karlstrom's excellent web site. Plenty of interesting material here, though I don't get into cults much as I really do want to contain the scope of this blog, but I do believe there are one facet of this whole Grand Plan. Invoking trauma, especially on children seems to be so very important for the perp agenda for example. And what is it about academia that seems to be such a hot bed of senseless retribution, often resulting with the victim being gangstalked thereafter. This seems like an interesting story from Australia, The Red Back Web some 399pp. worth. I have not yet read it.

Anyhow, enough for the week, and I will get this posted.

Monday, October 09, 2017

Guinea Pigs

A new (2014) book by Dr John Hall, Guinea Pigs; Technologies of Control, also author of New Breed; Satellite Terrorism in America. The author is a MD, anesthesiology in San Antonio. A decent 17 min. video here. I have not read either book, but they are on my list, and the author is well spoken and highly respected in TI circles. In this video he mentions 300,000 reports of organized harassment, which likely covers workplace mobbing through to significantly greater harassment; gangstalking, abuse by conventional and unconventional technologies. The latter book was his story of interaction with a person who was suffering from these harassment issues. Where Guinea Pigs builds on the technologies and gets into its wider scope.

Interesting that my mother told me I was a "guinea pig" when I was five years old, though I had little concept of it at the time. Or little notion of what she was talking about until this rain, or reign, of harassment and relentless abuse came on me in 04-2002.

And I now learn my radiotherapy for prostate cancer begins in three weeks, a total jerkaround as it was to begin today. So three more weeks of sitting around and not a whole lot to do. Well done; string the victim out to do more of nothing. The reason I am pissed about this is that they had me from 2003 to 2008 doing nothing much, and are still at it. The worst of it is that the delay gives the perps three more weeks of hammering me with planted notions of going to LL for proton beam therapy instead, which is totally unrealistic. The cost would be over $100k, money I don't have, and would be a three day drive to get there. Yes, I did contact LL at one time to find out if I was eligible, and I would be, and in later correspondence I told them it was not feasible for financial reasons. It has been over a year the perps have been pounding me with this notion, and often with the same phrase, "LL for proton beam treatment is in your future". Just leave me alone, and stop pummeling me with infeasible and unrealistic dream scenarios. (There would be additional benefits of going to LL too, but I won't get into those, as it is not relevant).

Yoga tonight, and some of the regular crew were back. The cute young female butts of last week were mostly gone, but they did put two fat ones in front of me with an attractive slender young butt further behind them. And two new dudes, one seriously tattoo-ed with some fugly ink running up his arm, and on his leg. They also put the sometimes-friendly freak dude next to me; he became friendly over time, and he has now reverted to unfriendly. Variable friendliness is nothing new in this business. They had me at the SE back corner again, presumably to watch butts, and do comparisons between the large two and the attractive one further away. Don't ask me what that is all about, though I have read that one gets a dopamine rush if one sees something, or someone, attractive. Perhaps all this is a variation of the perp's alternating game of Unfavoreds with Favoreds; placing the fugly dude stalker with the cute blonde girl, and having them cross back and forth. In the above yoga instance I would get my dopamine rush from observing the ass end, if it is proportioned to my personal esthetic. Maybe the perps are building a total dopamine response profile of me; face, hair, eyes, butts, breasts and the list goes on, with selective covering of certain body features so that the dopamine rush is only from, say, the ass (per above yoga). Or, say only from the face, with her large body form or ass covered by a long sweater. And then they might map my dopamine response transition from cute face to large ass and all manner of other spatial juxtapositions and permutations. Go figure; all I want to be is left alone, and here we are, 15 years of relentless abuse and stalking, and it seems that they are nowhere close to done.

Before I went to yoga though, I got nailed for a 3.0 hour nap attack. It was after a late lunch lunch, and I had resumed reading for 20 minutes, and then the nap attacking came on. No sense in fighting it, so I laid down on my bed and lo, it was 1800h when I awakened in a state of semi-stupor. Again, I did not need the sleep, as I had a 9 hour sleep last night. These outrageous nap attacks take up so much time, and IMHO, are of no organic origin.

Mellow times these days, after waiting some two weeks for radiotherapy to begin, all to find out that it is going to be another three weeks of wait time.

But oddly, my one appointment of the day, to get the vehicle L headlight installed, became a stalking scene. I waited at the body shop for 30 min. while it was installed, and a granny stalker came to stand at the door for 15 minutes. Then I went to a machine shop to see if they can cut a groove in my hand pruners where my finger sits all day long when I use them in vineyard work. The need to ever modify things runs deep, and I suppose it just might be a perp need. They like to dig up the streets where I have walked and driven, so it doesn't surprise me that they would want to take some metal off a tool I have used for 100's of hours every year. Hopefully this will be an improvement, and not the faux "cause" of it breaking sometime in the winter when vine pruning.

Such mundane event turned out to be a bit of an over-obvious vehicular gangststalking afterward. I had a pick up truck (stinking diesel kind) and a VW Jetta ahead of me for two blocks before they turned L, where I do, off a tertiary arterial. Then one block, and then they turn R, which is unusual except for those living in this area, never two vehicles together until today. And even more obviously, they turn L 80' along where I make my usual turn down the lane where I park in. I said, "Fuck That", and went around the block, and into the lane from the other direction. And lo, these same two vehicles were parked in the lane, one each side, and only 6' between them. Like WTF, two vehicles trailing ahead of me through three turns down a lane, where no one to date (in four years) has done this, and then blocking my egress on public property with an obviously arranged lane blocking. I have been going down this lane nearly every day for 4 years, and have never seen anyone block it, save once with a Monday summertime party of pickup trucks opposite, two years ago.

A confluence of new music today and yesterday; web trovings of "best of's" revealed a new find that was in full album sample on allflac, and then three CD's arrived today, two from a new performer. All very good. Last week, one of my new CD's turned out to be a dud, and I didn't rip it, and will send it off to the charity outfit before long. I have these (seemingly arranged) music interests, where a number of new finds come via CD or online all about the same time. All of this is through my headphones as my amplifier is still in the repair shop, and the battle over that isn't over. Last week the guy said he would send it back and it was to arrive this week, as he couldn't find any problem with it. (It was crapping out on the L channel, and wasn't the player or the speakers). I haven't heard back as to whether he redoubled his efforts, as he isn't the communicating kind.

The stereo amplifier came back after six weeks away; so far, it seems to have magically fixed itself. Unless it was one big bullshit stunt by the vendor, claiming it was fine when he did fix it. Or else the perps fixed it, after sabotaging it in the first place. Exasperation runs river deep here, and all the more when consumer electronics, and particularly music listening equipment, takes on an escalated propensity for sabotage. Even the lowly portable DAP is now able to put out a signal into the amplifier and have it heard through the speakers. And that is most strange, as I couldn't get a damn thing out of it, no matter the input set I used. (But it did work fine through the headphone amp). I smell a fix (literally) at the vendor's end, after all, it took him three weeks to start looking at it. Hmmm... And it does seem the music is a little brighter and more detailed, or perhaps it was that I had a "rest" from listening to music from my speakers. As to why the vendor couldn't fess up and tell me it was a warranty fix I don't know. (Maybe it was to protract my fussing and fuming angst. Or maybe to duck the statistics on true warranty repairs etc.). I have given up on expecting honest and rational behavior in this Potemkin Village I live in.

My residence heat pump unit also had a unexplained failure of the front panel to open when blowing air. It was working fine when I was using it for the little air cooling in the summer, and then after three weeks of no use due to just-right weather between seasons, the panel didn't lift when I set it for heating. The landlord didn't seemed too fussed about it, and even aided the repair cause, by removing the panel, and allowing the heat to come out. And too, back to his/her habits of entering my place without permission again, as I had just departed for my IV vitamin C treatment.

The usual stake out at the doctor's office, this being the drop in clinic, as I needed two medication Rx renewals. And the usual pained look ("poor you", maybe) of the support staff. It seems black pants are in, as everyone was wearing them, save the atrocious tight white and light green checked pants of the woman opposite. I suppose it is de rigeur that everyone is plugged into their smart phone these days, busily at the screen doing something. Or is it just me, and that the perps need to surround me with stalkers on their computers wherever I go nowadays? Back in the early harassment days of 2002-3, there was a sudden eruption of stalkers on their cell phones then, but of course with more features and capabilities on these devices, not to mention a larger color display, the instance of phone/smart phone stalkers has escalated to 90% or more in any public captive situation. Anyhow, I was done in an hour, which isn't bad for all the patient surge games I usually get at this drop in clinic.

A visit to the shrink this afternoon started down its predictable futile path. The meeting was scheduled for two months hence, but a cancellation came up, and so I was back within two weeks. Naturally he ignored the SPECT scan results, (ADD inattentive subtype = dopamine deficient), and revelled in the consequences of the apartment invasion and the rest of this unconventional abuse and harassment that began in 2002. He didn't have any explanation as to whom the personnel where, nor the markings and physical remnants they left. Nor did he have any explanation as to why past dopamine agonists have been so helpful, and dopamine antagonists have been totally debilitating. The shrink concluded that I was "dopamine rich", which flies in the face of all preceding clinical history and the 2017 urine dopamine test results I gave him. I will spare you the actual diagnosis. But he did concede to contact the former shrink to 2011 who said that I was being harassed. As to whether this essential fact was entered into the record I don't know, but as I see it, it is just another dodge, likely designed to dig me deeper in this hole the perps made for me in 2002-3.  Well done perps; you had this figured out from the get-go. And in fact, had this figured out 200 years ago in the case of James Tilley Matthews (TI Zero, IMHO), illegally incarcerated by a shrink of the day (Dr Haslam) who wanted to make a name for himself by categorizing psychosis, but had this one patient that didn't fit his scheme (because he made sense). Hmm.... It is all there in Mike Jay's originally titled "The Air Loom Gang", now retitled as "The Influencing Machine", or the more mistitled  "Visionary Madness".

This whole dopamine deficiency treatment quest has spun totally out of control; all I wanted to do was get going on dopamine agonist medication to counter dysthymia, low motivation and ahedonia (all  caused by low dopamine), and to address the hormonal aspects of dopamine deficiency such as urination issues, (though too late for prostate cancer) and other immune system issues and more technically, which dopamine agonist treated the D1 or D5 family and what served what particular body or brain system the best. I never got to first base with this fucker, when I had him painted in a corner with tests and scans that supported my case. In fact, I didn't want to see a shrink at all, but a dopamine expert, and it could of been a neurologist or a endocrine specialist. Though in the latter case they aren't up to speed, anywhere near the research literature, and likely won't be for a half century. Coming in, I was 6 for 8 for useless (or more accurately, contrary) shrinks, and now the count is 7 for 9. And not forgetting that the first four blew me off about ADD, and the subsequent SPECT scan totally revealed that (organized, IMHO) futility.

I got stiffed with this stultifying fustard of a shrink who has taken this whole thing backwards to the extreme Fuckover scene of 2002-3, when I was kept illegally incarcerated, and hounded all over the PNW with targeted head pains. Anyhow, another meeting is scheduled, though I don't suppose the records he will be requesting will be any help. The die was cast last visit, and these fuckers don't/won't ever evaluate any new material in a new light, nor will they deal with the substantial inconsistencies in any way. The shrink kept begging off, saying "it is just my opinion", but really didn't have a substantial rebuttal when I said his opinion was full of holes that don't hold up. I at least was granted the request to make a dissenting opinion that could be added to the report. And too, I was at least allowed to hold my own and not be run over as usually happens in these circumstances, though not true for all medical practitioners. I never get to ream the urologist's ass out for his deceits and dodges.

I did ask the shrink if there was any involvement by any other party in my consult or report outcome. I got the interesting body (lie spotting) language again; the pause, the look up, and he said "no" and then went into an explanation as his report's history and disposition. That is the thing about lie-spotting; it takes a while to read the cues, as everyone's lying style is a little bit different. The last full-on lying shrink would look at the floor when I asked these pointed questions, and I became to find it funny that he was so consistent. As this is the second visit of this guy, and the first point-blank question about outside intervention that I posed, I don't have a "lying profile" for this guy, and I am unlikely to get one, as the next visit should be the last. For now, I will have to content myself to writing a pithy dissenting report. All to sit in his file cabinet of course, as I may elect to refuse to have it sent to the initiating doctor. Anyhow, I have seen enough of this idiot to know that he wouldn't know a D1 or D5 agonist from a hole in the ground. What good it that anyhow?

As to where all this is going dopamine deficiency-wise, I have no idea. The perps are now pummeling me with planted notions of "it is all going to work out fine", but there never was a cast of liar like them, ever.

Anyhow; who was that babe of a stalker at LD this morning who was on my ass just when I turned around in the aisle and couldn't find the shaving cream as LD had reorganized the shelves? I got the "usual" in-the-way-but-won't-look-at-me (vapid, I call it) countenance. Then she "happened" to be exiting the store ahead of me (not having done any shopping), to then lead me outside to the parking lot, and with her vehicle only two away from mine, which I thought it was an astonishing coincidence. Nice deep black hair, but the lipstick was a little strong, blackish-purple. If it was ML, she is now 20 years younger and her ass is now half the size, having seen her once in a ridiculous gangstalking scene in 2005-06. And the number of times they put stalkers on me just when I get skunked, (aka, dashed expectations) as in not finding what I expected to find, is another fine coincidence show that began when the harassment did, 04-2002.

Picking grapes today, at my former employer of 2012-15. I get $0.07/lb. That works out to roughly $200/day at my picking speed. I neglected to tell him that they were paying pickers $45/hour in California this year, as there was an urgent need and they couldn't find enough. I suspect grape harvester machine sales are going to go up for next year.

And picking grapes all day yesterday, with the perps making their presence know by pulling the picked bunch from my hand and dumping it on the ground. After one day of reasonable freedom from this intrusion, they started it up on the second day. Thanks a bunch assholes. I reckon they pulled this shit at least 100x in the day.

And Thanksgiving dinner with my employer's family for the last two dinners; nice of them to host this TI for a rare social evening. This time no boarding house reaches across my dinner plate, the height of rudeness I will surely never forget three years ago, same circumstances.

 And grape crushing and pressing work today after two hours of picking. I use the word "pressing" advisedly as the owner has this peculiar cheap-assed way of separating the skins from the juice; he runs the crush into bins with drill-hole perforations in the bottom, which retains the pulp and lets the juice run through to a screen below, and then into a recieving bin at the bottom. After 12 hours or so, he takes the top bin off with the fork lift and then dumps it, so it is a gravity only separation, no actual pressing. He gets an extended soak, unusual for white grapes, and the juice gets more air exposure (not good either) too. Anyhow, he did this when I first made wine for him in 2012, and won't get himself a real press.

I see the owner now has one of those motorized wheel chairs, aka, "mobility device". Here he is running a 5 acre vineyard, and a 20 ton (grape weight, before crushing) winery, as well as the sales etc. and he now has one foot in the grave. Not only that, he is doubling down, and starting a tasting room down below for next year. What was that phrase in "Teahouse of the August Moon", about ambition exceeding one's grasp?

Anyhow, time to launch this for the week, and see what the whole-life containment show brings next.

Monday, October 02, 2017

New York, New York

A 10 hour sleep, with pummeling dreams of being in New York City, or at least, that is what I was lead to believe. At one point I woke up as the dream was getting too intense, and then I was put back in the same dream sequence. As with most dreams, I recall very little, but one visage remains, and it was an yellow egg-shaped building with a spiral marquis around it, the letters in Cryllic (Russian), and red in color. Exactly why that would of been in New York, I don't know. It seems it was more like Metropolis in color. So no, I am not going to NYC, though it does interest me that so much high strangeness "happens" there, e.g. 911 and the WTC events of 2001, other aircraft crashes, including the ditching of US Airways Flight 1549 in the Hudson River, TWA 800 etc.

A 0930h get-up this morning, which made for a 11 hour "sleep", and I had a 1.5 hour nap attack in the late afternoon yesterday. In other words, I did not need the sleep. The term "sleep" in quotes is used as they routinely keep me awake for an hour at first, and often have me awaken in the night to keep me tossing an turning, often with their supplied notions of these various themes that seem to be so prevalent. One theme is the disastrous visit to the shrink last week, he blowing off my SPECT scan for ADD as "I don't see it" (because he never looked at the scans maybe, only the text), and what I might say next time. I don't really need to bother myself with such, as he is already a write off, so why would I be interested in the next meeting some 2 months hence? (Not that he asked how I was doing either,- some shrink). Another planted theme is Ms. C, of my Seattle days, a seeming full time operative planted to jerk my ass around, though be friendly from time to time until I last saw her in 2003. I had little romantic interest then (as it was clear she was abetting the perps then), but she claimed with a straight face that she indeed had a major romantic interest. As she spoke, I was thinking she cannot be serious. A few weeks later on the the next trip to the US, the border patrol pulled their guns on me for no reason whatsoever, as all I wanted to do was clean out my Seattle apartment. (Something Ms. C could of done if she was the kind to step up to the plate, but she didn't). Any email or phone contact petered out in 2008. As to why I would be now interested in this "long-gone" operative IMHO I have no idea. But when one's mind isn't one's own, these themes keep getting worked over, ad nauseum. I sense the perps are running out of material to plant into mind, and rework this old stuff for whatever reason.

Yoga last night, and the same regular hot flow on Mondays. A totally different crowd from last week, fewer cute asses to admire, partially because they allowed me back at my usual spot at the front. In the back, at the mat location I was at last week, the tasting room/accountant woman at the vineyard I worked, "happened" to be there for the first time. Not that she bothered to say hello at the end of class, as she turned the other way, and presumably went to a change room. So what is it about yoga that they put on this rotation of yogis, sometimes as many as 15 (close to full), and then the next week, a totally different group, about 10 or so, comes to class? Is it a "visit the victim" tour or what? I don't get it, and it just doesn't add up as normal IMHO.

I finally got a decent day with predictable good weather, to wax and clean my vehicle for the winter. The usual noises of suburbia came on; lawnmowers, dogs barking, back and forthing white vans etc. Once I started cleaning the vehicle glass, the aircraft came on; a big noisy helicopter N bound, and within a minute, a smaller S bound helicopter. A few circling small fixed wing aircraft, then another different helicopter and a few more. The perps liked to arrange glass cleaning fuckwits at store entrances when I lived in Victoria, and seem to have a huge interest in me seeing objects/subjects through glass, and then again directly.

I was finally allowed to catch up with a 2010 film, The Matrix, a supposed classic. Yes, it has the we-are-all-controlled theme, (perhaps dropping a hint, like so many movies do), but these heroic types manage to escape, and keep the hope that all of us can be freed with the support of Zion. Hmm... kind of obvious perhaps, though I doubt such heroics can be really applied. Perhaps I need to see better TI friendly movies, one that don't invoke so many action scenes to cover off the thin plot. And of course no supplied reasons as to why we might be controlled, or at least in part. Or that some are totally controlled and harassed and abused etc., TI victims case in point.

I read Behold a Pale Horse, a 1965 published book on UFO's, and did some statistical analysis to determine that 1 million people have witnessed them. For some reason the author was totally rejecting abductions which struck me as peculiar, if not, censorious. Cattle and livestock mutilations weren't mentioned either, though perhaps these were later developments and represent a further alien research interests. What struck me about the book and its commendable analytical style was all the differing alien craft shapes and sizes. Does someone make an intergalactic call, or perhaps arm twisting, to get all these various visitor beings with their varying craft designs to make a tour of Earth, a global "visit the victims" (humans, that is) tour? I don't know, but suffice to say, we humans don't know the half of their technology and won't be allowed to know anytime soon.

Not much doing these days as vineyard work has dried up. I went to my IV vitamin C clinic in the afternoon. One of the regular patients there was going on about aliens, and how they might come to help him. I don't think so, but what prompted that anyhow? I maintain that certain topics, or even snippets of information get dropped on me for reasons that I am unaware, though with three years of being memory wiped, aged 2 to 5, I am not sure what happened then and are these information "droppings" to invoke abreactions for that period? I don't know, but the gangstalking freak show seems to suggest that; large gutted males, elder stalkers, Scottish accents, fat folk, fuglies etc. So I suppose just as visual events are arranged, so possibly are concepts in verbal form. I didn't suggest to this patient that instead of beneficial outcomes from aliens, he just might find himself as a subject of a mutilation experiment (har, har).

I got some grape picking in two days ago, just a short job of two hours. Then the boss man wanted us to pick rocks from the just-planted section, so we did that for two hours. On the way out of the winery there was a class tour, with a ring of 15 students standing around the skin headed instructor in the center. As I was passing by this group I noticed a woman who I thought was a former vineyard coworker among the group, she having worked at this same vineyard/winery. I passed by within 4' of her and she kept looking at the instructor. Then I overheard the instructor say something as to building design, and then I knew for sure it was her, as she started a building designing course at the beginning of September. By then I was 15' away, but I turned around to look at her, then knowing for sure it was her, and then she waved in acknowledgement, and I waved back. Talk about yet another pretend-not-to-notice-me moment, as I figure if she worked at this very same location, she would be sure to notice anyone passing by on the likely chance that she would know them. I have been through many such moments like this since all this shit rained down 04-2002, and this was just another. This woman is a nice person, and not in any way a rude ass, so I figure this out-of-character vignette was staged for whatever reason.

Later in the same day I went for a hike at McIntyre Bluff, and a similar deal erupted. They had put the sprinklers on for the last 150' through the field on my return, which caused me to take an alternate route which ran me past the farm store. I often go to this store for produce after my hike. About 100' before I got to the store, the regular proprietor, got into her vehicle with her son, and stayed there for a few minutes. I was held up because another (same white color) vehicle was about to turn in front of me, so I let it go. (Vehicular cluster fuck at the farm, nothing new there). When I could finally cross this driveway, the proprietor woman drove off, no acknowledgement of course. She knows my name and is friendly, or at least in the past two years, though before she seemed scared shitless of me for some unknown reason. So I could suppose this was another pretend-not-to-notice-me moment, just a little further away than above, with a component plausible deniability.

And a third pretend-not-to-notice-me moment of the week was also concluded, this one in reference to the above vineyard/winery accountant who was at yoga. While finishing at the picking job she mentioned that she thought I was at yoga, and I mentioned that I thought it was her, but wasn't sure until she was leaving the classroom and headed the other way and spoke with the staff. (She has a distinctive accent). Well at least she came forward about it, but again I find it most strange that these folks are so incurious, and put on this same pretend-not-to-notice-me acts. This makes three of these on the week, two in one day. And if I am kept in a visible white light as I suspect I am, though I cannot see it, it makes these pretend-not-to-notice-me moments all the more contrived and orchestrated. The reason I mention being kept in a white light is that other TI's have mentioned this about their circumstances, and can only detect this by way of taking a photograph. To date, no photograph I have taken, or seen of me, has revealed any such white light. (Though some photographs have been modified from what they were when I took them, film and digital alike). Though for the record, I am kept in a densified magnetic field, measured 180-200 gauss in late 2002, and 1700 gauss in about 2008, though I have no idea if that would be visible. As far as magnetic fields go, I suspect that they aren't visible, as MRI scanners are many tens of thousands of gauss, and as far as I know, there is no white light emanations.

More dream subversion last night; in color, and with some recall no less. Both of the aforementioned dream "features" are unusual to me, though it could become the new normal, per above mentioned NYC related dreams. First, they had me consorting, and playing in a band, led by one of my fave performers EJ for short, from Boise ID. The second recalled dream segment was yoga related, in some respectable association with the woman who runs the yoga studio I frequent once a week.

And what is it about the perps needing to heavily pixellate music performers on YouTube? I started a Lola Beltran session, after being such a fan of her music (audio only) for such a long time. So... onto Youtube, and then the video is heavy with pixels. I give up, and don't watch, and listen only. Back to audio only.

Anyhow, enough to call this done for the week, and get it posted.

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Scanning and Tattoos

As a full time tattoo loather, I got my own set of three freckle-like tattoos today, along with a scan to identify where my to-be-irradiated (in med-speak, treated) prostate is. Irony of ironies, but as they are quite small, I can live with them. It was either that or else get some irretrievable gold pellets shot into said gland. And all the while a red laser beam marked the center of the scanning bed, and me when on it. And of course, the perps love firing lasers at the victim (me) as well. So here we are, a troika of perp intrusions; tattoos (loathed as artwork on others), a laser beam, and a CT (X-ray) scan. This is all to get my alignment for the focused beam treatments, 28 of them I am told, Mon-Fri, whenever they start.

The two technicians, both women, marked and scanned me, and then repeated the exercise, and once happy with their positioning, marked me permanently with ink. Funny how they pulled the frumpy one from the exercise, and kept the better looking one to finish the job. More of the swapping game I suppose, most notable at cashiers, though often male for female, or vice versa. 

For that, an hour's drive to Kelowna, and the the usual extra road traffic that accompanies me. Though to be fair, I don't have a read on this region of the world to know how much is background traffic, and how much is extra gangstalking accompaniment. I had time to go to the bookstore, and had my stalkers ahead of me there, and coursing around. Ditto for the skunk-trip to the shoe repair shop; even stalkers standing around on the street for no seeming reason, still there over the 10 minutes when I returned after finding the shoe repair shop closed this Monday. The perps just love to be all over me when I am exiting my vehicle, especially after a highway drive. And too, pulling a skunk at the same time, that is, finding a business or office is closed or not accessible (aka, dashed expectations). And I find it absolutely galling that somehow, someone knew I was in my vehicle and wanted my parking spot on the street, when it is highly doubtful they would of seen me, as it was the pull-in stall type, where other vehicles obstruct the view from the street.

And they were all over me when I set off after my appointment at the hospital; a vehicle train to trap me where I was to make my first turn, culminating in what seemed like the real perp assholes in uniform; an unmarked brown Suburban with uniformed Fuckwits inside (but not regular police), making a L turn in front of me. I am being facetious, as I don't think the perps have a uniform, any more than a CIA criminal has one, but it does beg the question as to who these mofos were.

Yoga; I didn't see this coming, but then again I am not allowed to think too far in advance, nor anticipate the perps games that I could do so accurately until 2006, when they became capable of dithering my knowledge. Here we are, post return trip from Kelowna, post CT scan, so they poured on the yogis. About 15 of them, and plenty of new cute ones too, plus some semi-regular cute ones. One of the latter wears a two piece outfit, but today she had a new two piece outfit that was smaller than the first one. Presumably a more revealing outfit to get my renewed attention for the same girl. I cannot think of any reason why these surges of yogis show up, and then it boils down to a regular crew, 8 or so.

They had plenty of early yogis attending to arrange themselves in my usual spot and at the front, so I ended up in the SE back corner. Three cute ones in front, and at the last minute they put a larger assed woman in between, even if there was other and more roomy areas she could of placed herself. For some reason of late, the perps like me to do comparisons on asses; this time arranging a larger one in front of three cute ones. Go figure.

Another significant futility exercise just revealed itself. For 1.5 years I have been making my case for an generalized dopamine deficiency, which includes a SPECT scan that determined ADD (=developmental dopamine deficiency), and a recent urine test that determined dopamine deficiency. I have compiled a list of symptoms that apply to those with a dopamine deficiency. I wrote all this up and gave it to the shrink one week in advance. So today's visit was a mighty disappointment from the get-go when he appeared to not have read any of what I wrote. He went over this material while I was there, and didn't even look at the scans for crissakes, just the written determination. Then it was a long detailed listing of all what happened to me in Seattle when the perps went berserk/overt on me, and the downstream bullshit of being fucked with by shrinks who then illegally kept me in hospital and kept me on dopamine blocking agents. I dumped those mind-debilitating medications the day I got out and got better. How is that for Soviet-style treatment in a supposedly free country? Free we ain't, in the US or Canada.

And because this guy is a careful facts collector, I had to go through all the squalid history of this abuse onset, the head pain brutality, being run all over the place, gangstalking up the asshole etc. while he took notes. Naturally, there wasn't enough time for the whole story, and so this shrink summed up the deal about dopamine deficiency/ADD by saying, "I don't see it there". Well the SPECT scan shows it, and ADD doesn't go away, so what was there to "see"? Never mind that I did 90% of the talking and he asked no ADD diagnostic questions. Thanks a lot perps, another go-nowhere shrink, aka, dopamine treatment obstruction.

As to his determination on the harassment, he says, "why you?". How am I supposed to know, save that the perps have an inordinate interest in dopamine. Anyhow, there were plenty of "stop there" during my revelations, which tells me he didn't want to know a whole lot about specific details. So here we go again; a big nothing over dopamine treatment, exactly what I predicted months ago, and I waited six months for this. Sure, another appointment is scheduled in December, but today's opening gambit tells me the whole deal is over. Am I fucking pissed or what?

Dopamine is a hormone of significant and wide influence, and doctors and endocrinologists just don't/won't get it. (Here are some links; dopamine1 (easy read, 4 pp), dopamine2 (longer read, 11pp), dopamine3 (technical read, 33pp). Why have I been beating my head at this wall, or more like, led to this place, for over 20 years, and to no avail? When I first identified I had ADD from clinical books, and lectures from doctors, four shrinks in succession blew me off. Finally, I got the SPECT scan in 2001 which came back exactly with what I told them, and I took the appropriate medications (new doctor) and felt much, much better. That is, until 04-2002 when the perps went berserk/overt and outed themselves with their abusive and psychopathic harassment, which still continues to this day, though not as intense as then. If it hadn't been for the recent prostate cancer and urinary issues (both mediated by dopamine), I never would of gone to any shrink. This entire episode has been another big, very big, nothing. One that has huge medical ramifications for the next 20 years, and has already manifested itself in part by way of prostate cancer. Thanks assholes.

Onto small nothings; I see my "fickle friend" (co-worker from last year, 2016) was texting, and says we can meet sometime in October in Kelowna (one hour drive away), as he travels there for his physiotherapy. I will be there on a daily basis then too. So WTF; we both live in Penticton, and now this lame-assed excuse to meet in another city comes up in a month's time? For the record, I helped him for six weekends to take him shopping as he was crippled from knee surgery, having split his knee cap in May. (And I have done nothing to piss him off). We always have lively conversations, and got along well as co-workers in 2016, and have similar dispositions and intellectual curiosities. Anyhow, more of the same, from the same quarter, disappointing as it is. As an aside, the above mentioned shrink found the term "fickle friend" hilarious. Unexpectedly humorous I am, or perhaps, he was letting on he has a sense of humor. Go figure.

Saw Amy Helm tonight; she and her very capable band put on a good show. I didn't get the waitress banging me into me 4x like last time, though I was in a different seat against the far wall. Cindy Cashdollar was on steel guitar, and was the consummate supporting musician.  I needed a reprieve from the disastrous shrink visit earlier, and the show more than served the purpose.

I had my 1-5 tooth extracted this morning, as it was broken, plus some X-rays on the other side where another (similar) problem seems to be brewing. And were there enough masers floating around the whole time, this time the small black dot variety that likes to arrive and stay on top (or between) of a feature, say corner of the lamp, edge of the pillar for the lamp etc. And plenty of fleeting plasma beams, projecting from the linear features of the room mostly, e.g. window frame, vertical wall edge etc. Nothing new to me when I go to any medical facility and sit down on the chair. And what is with the dentist? She doesn't set up the next appointment/referral and I had to ask the dental assistant all the particulars and get it set up. Having a go-between for information transfer seems to be a big deal for the perps for whatever reason, as is any facet related to acquiring knowledge, retaining knowledge, deploying knowledge etc. A significant component of the objectives of what they seem to be after for whatever reason.

A 11 hour sleep for whatever reason, with fitful awake time as well. My daughter has now, after 15 months, acknowledged my prostate cancer and is encouraging me to look after myself and says that these treatments have a high rate of success. I hope so too. But the question remains as to why she started this dialog when I told her on the first day of my biopsy result, that I had prostate cancer? And coincidentally, it was her birthday, and we were in communication because I was wishing her well, via phone call. Cynically, I would call this a "two-fer"; in this case a communication event that served two purposes, for  birthday greetings and my significant health news. For that, it takes the perps to manage events IMHO, as they seem to manage me down to the last microsecond.

I finally figured out why the perps want to jump on my ass whenever I complete something; one gets a small dopamine surge just then, satiating the mid-brain reward center. Often, the perps will delay completion as things "happen" to go wrong, or in the case of working for employers, they will move me to another task so someone else gets to complete what I was working on. And lest you think it is just me in all this, the root cause of addictions is about creating a dopamine surge. In some cases you don't have enough, or in other cases the dopamine is broken down too fast. There may be other variations too. Soo... what is going on out there that a massive amount of the human race has addictions, and are they too being covertly monitored or surveilled for dopaminergic dysfunction? And why is the clinical community, save a few players who do it right with an assist from brain imaging technologies, got their heads in the sand? (Putting it politely).

Fall officially begins today, which means the fall equinox. Though, with the 15-20C daily temperatures of late, it seems fall began two weeks ago. With no vineyard work on, the cancer treatments soon, I am being kept in employment limbo. Even the picking at the two vineyards seems to getting done by imported crews from the wineries, rather than the minions who got it into shape all growing season, from pruning to present.

Saturday, and a dick all day it was, save going to the farmer's market in the morning to get fresh salad vegetable.

Sunday, and I got out for a hike, along the trail that was used for an obstacle course competition yesterday. So hundreds of trail runners were on this trail yesterday. No big deal, and who knows how all this fits in the perp harassment scheme.

Dropped in at my former employer of 2012-2015 on the way back. I haven't seen any particular major capital improvements at his vineyard and small winery that might have come his way as a possible reward, a rare exception in the trail of largesse that seems to follow me, even before the harassment began 04-2002. All was well, sort of; his 62 y.o younger wife want to move to an assisted living arrangement, far removed from running a 5 acre vineyard and a small winery. She is in reasonable health, is able bodied and all, so I don't get it.

And I see by way of email that the person who is handling my malfunctioning stereo amplifier is claiming that there is nothing wrong with it. He says its the sources or cables or both. I just ran all three sources through my ancient headphone amplifier and all three work fine, keeping the same source-cabling. So it would seem that the perps are up to their usual shit again; fucking the gear, having it sent back, and then no problem is found. Then it gets returned to me, and I continue to have the same problems. Not that this person is any bit keen to really find out; not a phone call or anything. That is what one gets in this new world of online sales, though brick and mortar sales outlets don't guarantee diligent service either.

Or maybe it is a total jerkaround to force me back to headphone listening again, something they did from 2005 to 2016. For all the crap I have been through over stereo amplifiers, I don't get it. They screwed with my 15 y.o YBA amplifier such that it wasn't working properly, and after it was returned from the Chicago repair depot, it still wasn't working. I was livid. Then I had to sent it back again, and four months later, it was finally working again. I was so pissed with this fuckery over an older amp, I got a new one. (After checking out that it gets fixed back at the factory). And lo, it is this new one (now one year old) that isn't working. So just what is it about music sources, stereo amplifiers, speakers, headphones, cables, and cable colors and materials that so interests the perps that they continue a 15 year long sabotage assault on all of this? And when will they be done? I reckon they have another 15 years of combinations and permutations to run through in all of this.

They pulled this shit in 2002 in Seattle when I purchased a combination gauss-electrical meter only the electrical signal detector worked fine, so I sent it back. They pronounced it all working, and sent it back to me. By then, all kinds of things were going wrong, as well as the debilitating head pains, and I figured then, as now, it was a perp stunt. Of course I wanted the gaussmeter function the most as it seemed the nature of the harassment was magnetic. (For example, I could get relief from the pain beaming with headphones on, or in my vehicle). When when I moved the meter's switch to gauss, the reading blanked out. I ended up renting an industrial gaussmeter from California and got readings of 180-200 gauss in my apartment 13 stories up. Why the perps put me through all that I have no idea, but they like to have objects come from different geographic locations and have them returned. I returned the gaussmeter to the rental agency, but I will never, ever, forget the intense head pounding pain that came on while at the courier's counter while they did all the paper work, and I paid them. (A financial transaction note, another major perp Fuckover moment).

Enough for a week, and it seems just too dull to do daily blogs like I did back in the unemployed years they kept me in.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Blue Plasma Dot Matrix

The blue plasma dot matrix came on this morning. This is where a uniform field of bright blue dots (2-3mm), in a orthogonal pattern (matrix), dots spaced 3-4", stays in my visual field for about 5 seconds, and follows my vision; wherever I look, it is there for that duration. And what was the event that precipitated this occurrence? Why, I was looking for my glasses when I got up, and didn't find them in the usual location under my cot on its dark blue towel (where I put them every night), but for some reason I left them in the bathroom. So, on my way into the bathroom, and when identifying and then retrieving my glasses I had this blue plasma dot matrix in my visual field. Other such blue plasma dot matrix occurrences have been when I am changing my clothes, always a big perp event, the energy change with clothing changes, that is, changes of color and fabrics and whatever energy interaction that brings to one's physical state. As of late, I get a plasma dot matrix show about once every two weeks.

Which augments why gangstalkers just love to arrange clothing changes in my presence, (putting on or off sweaters or jackets) or on rare occasions, more ridiculous partial clothes; e.g. one guy had his shirt cut vertically (not short) so that his half shirt covered his L side only, the R side bare skin. And of course, they like to be around me whenever I make clothing changes of an expectable and normal weather or comfort related nature. I don't cut up my clothing and do the weird gangstalker nonsense. Nor do I wander around in summer like some males, even elder males, walking the streets with no shirt. Just patently absurd.

Miles Mathis calls the 2017 Charlotesville Event fake, and has this zinger of a posting to back it up. I haven't read all the research or checked out all the youtube references, but I think he is right. Too bad President Trump didn't call it fake too, but then I suppose he is part of the facade, not to mention stirring it all up some more. Though I am totally on board with Trump's perspective, as much as I don't think he will be a good president, not even a mediocre one. According to one of his ex aides, the Trump administration is no longer the one the voters voted for. Why am I not surprised, as it has long been my determination based on extrapolating this harassment experience, that the governments of Western nations are but a pretense.

Of perturbing note in the above reference to Sunstein, and his notorious 2008 paper "Conspiracy Theories" and the quote;

Our main policy idea is that government should engage in cognitive infiltration of the groups that produce conspiracy theories.

is the term, "cognitive infiltration" for conspiracts. Which means everybody in effect, as one is in constant state of awareness, and detecting conspiracies, fudges, dodges, lies and other BS is what humans do all the time. Some do it for a living, e.g. LEO's and justice system professionals, and anyone who evaluates human behavior for a living. And of course, the 9-11 analysis, some of which is mentioned below, and news to me, some don't believe any aircraft were crashed that day.

As a TI, I can say "cognitive infiltration" has been going on all my life, and over the last 15 years of this senseless and relentless harassment, it has developed to "cognitive governance" (by remote means). It is a slippery slope for sure; developing and refining the capabilities of remotely governing one individual (thousands of TI's in fact) , and then applying the findings to the masses in varying degrees, depending on the objectives of the puppet master.

Speaking of puppet masters, this time going back into recorded history, I read an excellent book titled "The Gods of Eden" by William Bramley. From the back cover "as a result of seven years of intensive research, William Bramley has uncovered the sinister thread that links humanity's darkest events.... Bramley presents disturbing evidence of an alien presence on Earth- extraterrestrial visitors who have conspired to dominate Humankind through violence and chaos since the beginning of time... a conspiracy which continues to this very day". His research is solid, and not conflationary (adding facts together), and he really didn't want to accept his findings at first, as it was his intent to only write a book on the causes of war, thinking it was largely monetary or territorial gain, but at each turn, there were organized background players (the Brotherhood), who at times, had alien influences or connections. Highly recommended.

One interesting history analysis I found was that the House of Hanover (of Germany) managed to install their own monarch in England, who then promoted more wars needing mercenaries from Germany. And at huge costs to the Treasury, but then, governments overspending is nothing new, is it?

My landlords are away, and did mention that a plumber is coming to do some work on the house. But they did not say the plumber would shut down the water supply, so that leaves me showerless at the moment, some two hours into my morning, my first of being unemployed after seven months of vineyard work. Not a coincidence I am sure, though I am hard pressed to know what it is. That the perps have an abiding interest in my water supply, intake, exposure (say swimming, showering), and laundering is an understatement to say the least. They made that plain by stealing just laundered clothing, twice, in the first year of this abuse-athon. And they do love water leaks, as well as flicking drops around. Sometimes I read about city water mains bursting and wonder if the perps aren't up to their usual games, just that is has a semblance of plausible cause. Then of course, one could take that to the level of floods, e.g. two recent hurricanes, Irma (Texas) and Harvey (Florida), and the attendant storm surges.

Now 1100h, and the water is back on. Thanks for the notice. I have nothing really to complain about given the weather catastrophes, that is hurricanes, mentioned above.

Yoga tonight; a new schedule and they have now down graded my regular class time once more into a more mellow moksana class. Three years ago the manager was mentioning that I needed more of a challenge. Well she didn't take her own advice, and has twice downgraded power (ashtenga) yoga now to this lame-assed form. Perhaps it is my hint to move on elsewhere, not unusual in how things work out in this ongoing abuse-athon.

Out doing errands this morning, my first non-working Monday in 7 months,and what a gangstalk shit show. Not only reams of vehicular gangstalking, on the road, but vehicular cluster fucks in every parking lot. And of "course" ambulatory stalkers to cover me when I traversed the parking lot. And of "course" the pit lampers, the ones that constantly "happen" to be aiming their headlights at me, especially at building egress. The perps had me is some kind of special state, perhaps de-energizing my temporal lobes (again) as I felt kind of stoned or floaty. Laying on extra stalking attention when they pull this shit has been noted in the past.

And in the long running game of things going wrong, a food order has gone missing. A wholesaler who drops the order off at my address and then apparently, doesn't tell anyone. [later] It was sorted out; the delivery dipshit phoned on Friday, four days ago, but didn't leave a message and left the food order (a cardboard box) at the W side of the landlord's house, an area they don't frequent. So the landlord missed it, and the delivery dipshit didn't leave a message, and it sat there outside for four days. Miraculously no animals got into it, as it would of fed 100's of raccoons for weeks. All this started from getting one of those peculiar "phone calls" where it doesn't ring but only leaves a log entry, and abetted by the dipshit delivery twit not leaving a message and then not responding to an email, all assuming this wasn't staged. All to leave my food outside for four days, some 80' away on the other side of the landlord's house. Have I had enough of this shit?

And what is it about ensuring TI's get shit service, this time my amplifier that was sent to the bus depot two weeks ago. I didn't get any confirmation that it was picked up, so finally I sent an email to ask. Two days later I get a reply to say they will look at it next week. Give me a break; this whole deal is about slowing me down, sandbagging every event, especially in the service realm.

A work day, the first this week. I was staking the newly planted vines and putting a milk carton around them. The latter serves to protect the vulnerable plants from herbicide applications. The stakes are for training the plants vertical in the coming years. Not exciting, especially when the neighboring house owner has suddenly developed a HD habit, making sure to put on the noise for longer and with excessive rev-ing, just so I got plenty of that infernal noise. The road traffic was also cranked up, and they seemed to like to make noise just when I was putting the stake in the ground, or affixing the clip to hold the stake to the wire. Go figure.

Vineyard work again, this time deleafing all day, and then onto my IV vitamin C treatment in preparing myself for radiotherapy in two weeks. I don't seem to get a whole lot from it, save my dental gums are putting on growth after years of recession.

How many sonic weapon attacks do we need, or "health attacks" if you prefer, before the idiotic naysayers finally admit that there just might be such a weapon? US and Canadian embassy personnel were targeted in their own homes, or one instance in a hotel, and could remove themselves from the worst of the attacks. Though it seems others were attacked by way of covert means, and developed symptoms without debilitating sensations. Sure enough, some techo-twit is quoted as saying it is impossible without being in immersed in a pool, and the water delivering the sonic attack. Absurd; where do the find these turkeys, and why do they quote them? According to the CBC radio program "As it Happens", such weapons have been developed for military use, its just now that specific individuals can now be targeted, though seemingly, not actively (trained on them while the target is moving, unlike what I have experienced).

As one who has experienced debilitating beam wave attacks that inflict painful head pains, in my residence, on the street and in hotel rooms, I can say these kind of attacks are very doable and they can be aimed to follow one around. And if you try to protect yourself by putting one's arms over your head, you will buy about 10-20 seconds of relief before the assholes re-aim it, or else increase the intensity after reading one's pain level remotely, and they then re-apply the pains again. The perps pulled this shit in 2002, and some in 2003, and the only defence I had was to be around metal; vehicles, though in fact they may have workarounds for this one too. So here they are, pummeling embassy staff in Cuba, and the press duly trots out some blather about saying it is impossible. If you haven't come to your own determination, the media is stage managed, right down to the last comma. I do believe these attacks are real, but the media isn't doing squat, the UK Guardian is doing better than North American media mush purveyors.

De-leafing in the vineyard all day, with the weather a little warmer than yesterday. The scope of the work increased, so an extra day of work out of the deal. As "usual", the visitations, noise and like perturbations erupt while I am at the row end, and turn 180 degrees to go down the adjacent row. Yesterday, I was asked to help with the dog (hopeless, as it likes to jump on me), help with the ditch digging machine, asked to dig a hole, and the construction types "happened" to arrive when I started the first row. I also got two phone calls at the end of another row as well, and I get about two calls a week on average.

I got nailed for a one hour nap attack when I got back from work today, all the while the text message was pinging on my phone, and I was drifting in and out of sleep. It took 20 minutes being awake before I could get up.

A not-much-done day yesterday (Saturday); a late get-up time and some web surfing, and then it was time for my haircut and leg wax appointment. It was a blonde, or sort-of blonde cutie on the latter. She had blonde on black hair, about half of each, so I didn't know which was for real. I suppose it was yet another blonde variation test. The hair stylist was OK; the glasses didn't help. But plenty of eye candy coursing about, with the odd interjection of a fat girl, and there were at least four of them taking turns to pass by. Plus one major tattoo job, she with a single arm full, and would alternatively have it visible in the mirror on one side, and then somehow arrange for the non-tattoo arm to be visible at other times. Plus some elder folks in the mirror, with those god-awful curlers on. In other words, more babe-bait with visual interjections of the Unfavored. Nothing new there, but this spa, esthetics and hair school is just the perfect place to have lots of activity around me, and all the better with all the mirror, now re-oriented to take in a wider view. (They were rotated from the longer vertical side to now being horizontal in a minor summertime renovation).

And for some reason I got on with vacuum cleaning at my residence afterward, an biweekly event at best, but something I wanted to get onto. The motivation just came on for some reason.

My web surfing has for "some reason" got into some morbid territory, all from Google, lest one think I have gone into the "dark web", whatever that means. Somehow I came across the 2007 Meredith Kercher murder in Perugia, Italy, and the twice accused, twice acquitted Amanda Knox of Seattle, plus her Italian boyfriend. (Curiously, the web site isn't up to date to detail the 2015 appeal, and acquittal; -perhaps the author was too disgusted). Based on the evidence presented on this site, I don't know how they got off, when another seeming accomplice was found guilty, the one who it seems immediately fled and wasn't involved in the clean up. (Footprints of all three were picked up via a forensic light analysis, plus one from each of the acquitted). It seems that there was a whole lot of cleaning up of the evidence that tragic night, but it seems there was still enough to convict based on what I see here, playing armchair prosecutor. And the faked break-in, and the clever lies by both of the co-accused, and also their changing story. But of course there is a bias to this site, but it seems the Italian justice system just didn't want to know, and with a whole lot of myth making from the accused camp, they were acquitted by way of recursive sub-setting (reduction) of the allowable evidence, and didn't allow new evidence to be introduced. And the guy in jail isn't saying anything. The entire justice proceedings outcome just doesn't add up, nor does the rationale for the murder, and makes me wonder if it wasn't some kind of faked show, for whatever reason the perps like to do this. The Seattle connection has me curious too, as I lived there for 3.5 years, 1999 to 2002. A much more spectacular multiple murder was the  Sharon Tate murders of 1969 and it seems that it was faked (86pp!) we now learn from Miles Mathis.

Then onto "Pizzagate", something that didn't play very big here in Canada, but it is just simply appalling that these pedophile rings seem to reach the highest levels and yet nothing is done about it. But then again, it is the same in the UK; Jimmy Savile plied his perversions on children for 50 years, and was never charged. That he was abetted by the BBC is an understatement. And lo, a recent revelation by another of the UK's finest, another knight (aka, "Sir") who also got away, in the Irish slang, meaning that he died before any public accusations or legal proceedings were made. (Lost the links as to the name). Both these perverts rubbed shoulders with the monarchy for crissakes. I don't want to get into this topic too much, as is goes much, much deeper. I just find it curious that for some reason the perps wanted me to know this now.

And if all the above "conspiracy" stuff, (it is not, and I loathe this term as a dumping ground for the don't-want-to-know crowd), wasn't enough, and so today I had another look at 9-11 material. The likelihood of cell phone calls from commercial aircraft don't add up from that altitude and speed, nor do the physics of those aircraft penetrating the World Trade towers, and nor does the Pentagon and Shanksville crash make any physical sense. Rebekah Roth, a former flight attendant, author of Methodical Deception (curiously written as fiction) is speaking to George Noory on youtube (60 min.) and details a number of inconsistencies with the behavior of the flight attendants that fateful day, one of whom was on her cell phone (apparently) for 27 minutes. Also of interest is that there is an expected norm of a six minute response time for military response for hijacked aircraft in the US. Her theory is that the aircraft were flown to a base near Boston, which was under a total evacuation order, and some selected passengers were pulled off to then recite a script on their cell phones. (The calls lacked the characteristic  background noise of an aircraft in flight). This base had sufficient hanger space to hide all four aircraft. Others make the claim, with justification, that there were no aircraft involved in any of the 9-11 crashes. As to what the disposition of the passengers and crew were is murky of course, because Roth suggests that they were gassed inside the aircraft, based on the cell phone calls. Well if the calls were faked by way of a script supplied to selected passengers removed from the aircraft, then we don't really know what happened to them. (One youtube re-plays the message of one flight attendant, and sneaks in, "its a frame" at the very end of the call).

It is all too curious to say the least; the whole 9-11 events aren't anything what they seemed. But I do find it most curious that flight KAL 007, which was apparently shot down as it inadvertently traveled over Soviet airspace, seems to have ditched in the waters after a shrapnel missile from a fighter jet punctured the airframe and caused depressurization, and the passengers rescued, and with so little characteristic debris of a crash. So again, what happened to them all? And why these two disparate aircraft crash events, neither of which fitted the mainstream media descriptions (then or now), end up with live and uninjured passengers, and they all just disappear? It would seem that the 9-11 events were a bigger version of KAL 007, among other events such as the WTC destruction.

Onto matters pedantic and fraught; no wonder the perps had me switch employers this year in mid-season,- they wanted my unemployment application to be big hassle as quitting a job is a red flag for no benefits. No matter that I left one employer and went to the next inside of two days. Now the online application has gone into an infinite loop over "farm income", when I am an employee. Adding to the administrative complexity is that my second employer manages a vineyard for someone else, but also has their own vineyard where I also worked. On top of that, I was paid from the single employer, but in mid-employment they split pay from each source. The perps just love these complications and love to grind victims into these complicated situations that defy online form filling. Never mind that the application app seemed to have failed, per infinite loop.

Enough for a week, and we shall sift through the administrative complications for another time. We cannot have straightforward unemployment benefit applications three years in succession, can we. The perps constantly insist that thing must fuck up.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Phone Follies

That should be phone sabotage, many times over. The so-called smart phone went off network by itself for two days, so by then I figured it might not be the network (has happened; an unannounced unilateral network "upgrade"), but the phone. So I took it into the shop and the woman pulled the battery and SIM card, and lo it worked. Of course (sort of) I was backed up with two messages and a saved call, but had more shopping to do, so the phone was pinging all the time. Finally at home, I get to it, and the perps now launched some kind of pop-up screen every keystroke, so I don't know what the fuck is going wrong. That episode was worth screaming at the assholes at least 5x; taking my phone out for two days and then sabotaging me getting to my messages and access to the keyboard. I just about flung the phone onto the hard floor. I am so pissed with how much touch screens invite perp sabotage. I have used computers for over 40 years, and smart phones are absolutely ergonomic hell (Androids at least). They make Windows seem like a piece of cake. I was perfectly fine keyboarding my term papers on a mainframe based word processor in 1978. Thank goodness I haven't attempted such on a smart phone.

So what is the point of obstructing my phone calls and texts by a network access problem, and then pulling the same shit by way of fucking the user interface when the first problem is fixed? Just more fucking abuse heaped on the first round of abuse, and that is straight out of the perp playbook; get the victim while down, better yet, when just getting up.

Another day of smokey skies, visibility of 3km at most. Even the water bombers are grounded for crissakes. We are now at 71 days of no rain, the previous record was 44. Thunderstorms and some showers are expected this weekend, but it is very possible that could start new forest fires. We shall see, but it is much less angst than waiting for Hurricane Irma to hit Florida, as is forecast. That is a whole lot more weather, or like adversity, than we can expect here. I saw on the news that the Columbia Gorge was shut down; that is simply astounding wildfire activity in extent.

De-leafing vines all day today in the vineyard; it seems perverse to be doing this now, as other vineyards will start in early July. We will be picking in 2-4 weeks. However, it keeps me employed for now; anything in September or later in the vineyard laboring business is a bonus.

What was with the gangstalking shit show when I went to the laundromat, then downtown to the bank, and then to the grocery store? They even had a pretty miss with an armful of tattoos arrive in the laundromat, who then gave me a stare. Nice blue eyes, but I could not imagine lying next to her tattoo-ed arm for long (more than 2 seconds) without looking elsewhere. Then she followed me in her pink Jeep halfway to the bank. Then I was covered in the bank parking lot, then intense vehicle trains on the way to the grocery store, and then clusterfuck intensity in the parking lot. Then the ambulatory dicks arrived to pretend to shop, corralling me at every move. And headlight pit lamping at every turn in the road. All over the fact that I went to the bank, got some cash, and spent some at the grocery store? Possibly, as the perps are totally nuts over financial transactions, wallet contents, bill colors etc.

Last night's phone sabotage somehow self corrected itself; the pop up window disappeared after a reboot, but even attempting a reboot was obstructed for many tries. More phone action erupted later when my local fickle friend started texting at 2300h.

Saturday, and an early trip to the gangstalk show, the farmer's market. Now post-Labor Day, and the crowds have thinned out. But still, the dithering dipshits that step in my way, or wander in my path ahead of me, is considerably out of proportion to the pre-04-2002 days, before all this harassment and abuse rained down on me, and hasn't let up. (That is, any public events, anywhere). And of course, the split-couple gangstalk move, where they split apart and so timed to force me to wander between them. Of note was an elderly couple who "happened" to be wandering 8' apart, putting on the ditz as if they didn't notice, a long established perp gangstalking countenance.

Then onto getting ready for work, as there are 5 rows to finish de-leafing on this particular block, and making my lunch. All that takes 20 minutes or so, and lo, by the time I had my boots on and stepped out the door, why, it was raining. "Well done" is my usual refrain to commend the perps on a particular inconvenient coincidence. So I am all dressed up, and have no where to go. That is, dressed for vineyard laboring work; in my usual lycra mid-thigh shorts and long sleeved stretchy shirt that wicks away moisture. Which is of course, another perp stunt, though less frequent; lets have the victim get ready for work but force him to stay at home. And better yet, after he has packed a  lunch, lets have him eat said lunch at his residence, instead of at the vineyard (or in his vehicle). And yes, this pattern of shifting my food consumption, and juxtaposing a packed lunch to then later eat at home is also part of this endless game of changing combinations, permutations, locations and (spatial) juxtapositions is nothing new. Of course all this is now intensified as of 04-2002, where before, I was a naive victim/target/subject and they had to keep their games within the bounds of the conventional normal.

I made a sortie to take the glass to the recycle depot, and it became a holy vehicular gangstalking show. Every corner was beset with extra traffic making turns and headlights aimed at me. The perps are getting more on the rag in the last few days; swarming me more often and more obviously, and pit-lamping me at the same time.

After that, I went to the specialty grocery store, and lo, that wretched woman staff/stalker was there again, this time as a cashier. She was in the middle of doing a "head dip", that is, bending over with her head facing me. (Akin to bowing I suppose, though 10' away). Then she lifts her torso up, facing me, and says "hello" for the first time ever, and I reply in kind. Just what is it about this every persistent staff-stalker who is there 90% of the time, unlike any other staff in the store? And after being hounded by shopper stalkers, I go the checkout where the staff/stalker woman is still there, and lo, if they don't put another cashier on to cross behind her, back and forth, most notable for her prominent breasts projecting from her too tight sweater.  I don't think they have done the darling babe cashier at this particular store in the five years I have shopped there, but they have certainly backed off on the young one they had. And they got rid of the fugly negro woman with dreadful dreads after six months last year. In general (all stores), just what is it about financial transactions and placement of these fugly folks (most often) as checkout cashiers (save the infrequent babe) in all their variety that is just so important to the perps? They put on a few more males as cashiers now, maybe 10% of the time.

I have come to the conclusion that these very persistent staff stalkers, another at the first vineyard I worked at this year, have some kind of similar biophysical properties that the perps want correlate with, and hence, have them constantly on my ass.

Sunday, and the weather cooperated for a warm day, with high cloud, and no smoke. Yesterday's rain lasted a whole 20 minutes, timed to re-direct me to be doing other activities, and not working in the vineyard. Today, I finished in the early afternoon, and from what I can surmise from the boss man, it was the last of my regular vineyard work for 2017. (And I was wearing the same clothes as yesterday, when I loafed around at home). Perhaps some spot work at harvest time.

And my landlord and landlady have taken off for a week, just before I arrived back from the vineyard job. Most curious that timing; if I am sitting around all this coming week, then it is most odd they had to vacate their premises. I am to deal with the mail and put it inside their place and check around to make sure all is OK as part of the deal. It just that I find the timing most peculiar; as I finish up vineyard work and hang around the property, they depart, and I will be entering their house once per weekday to deal with their request. (I live in a wholly separate carriage house on the same lot as the landlord's house). Funny how that happens, these entrances and exits, like a play, perhaps even a farce.

Monday, September 04, 2017

Expensive Tooth

I went to the endontist with the special special scanning device that goes 360 degrees around one's head to look into my 1-5 tooth. He thinks it is cracked, but the resolution isn't that good so see a crack in it. But as the tooth has had a root canal, and has a post in it, it is problematic to fix, even if it doesn't have a crack. It will be $2500 for a re-root canal, or else $4000 for an implant. Nice work perps. And it "happens" to be next to a tooth that had a root amputation. I have never had one before or since, and I found it rather peculiar that I needed one then (2009), but I did. (To send me to a male specialist perhaps?) So what is it about this region of my teeth that the perps need to carry on with their games of teeth, or teeth component extraction? I don't know, but I am pissed to say the least, and of course, being kept in low pay, no benefit jobs, means that I have to shell out all the time. Am I not sick fed of being financially plundered?

The ex was another case of financial plunder. Even the divorce cost $30k when it could of cost $5k or $10k. I won't go into the details of all her financial idiocies, but that was another  good reason to depart the relationship, besides her becoming an antagonistic asshole all of a sudden in 1990. I would suggest this would be a case of mind control; and of course she denied this sudden behavior change, and didn't do anything about it. Since all this harassment began in 04-2002, I have been pummeled with notions of matrimony with someone (ML) who was in the news for a time, in the 1990's, and I have seen her twice on the gangstalking circuit, but she is of no interest to me. I just cannot face such a situation again, and besides, would I willingly have another saboteur in my midst anyhow? Emphatically no.

Back to the endontist; male, E. Indian, and with a semi-crew cut of black greasy hair. I haven't had a male dentist since 2002, following the fellow in Everett who was good. They took out my regular Victoria (male) dentist when I returned in 2003 with severe back pain, such that he had to retire 10 years early. He was in his 50's. In his place was a pleasant  female dentist whom I saw until 2012 until I moved to Penticton. They even put on a male hygenist who was an OK guy, but they got him out of there after two visits, 2003-04. I have a female dentist here too, in this game of getting professionals close to me every now and again. And a female dental hygienist. Don't ask me why the perps do this, but who they place in what proximity and what gender is extremely important to them in this ongoing choreographed charade of an existence I lead.

Back to the male endontist; through no fault of his own, I found the close proximity of a male to be creeping me out, especially his hair. So I suppose this specialist was an excuse to get an E. Indian male in close to me, all in keeping with this long running game of getting Unfavored demographic group members in close, presumably after 15 years of "incidental" (short vignette) and less proximate exposures. Thank goodness he wasn't wearing a turban, as I absolutely loathe the sight of those things on anyone.

The "usual" maser show at a new dental office. They sit me down in the chair and leave me for 10 minutes while all these black blobs flit about, often trailing edges and corner edges. All part of the perps' games of "warming me up" in a new location.

Plenty of new forest fire smoke moving in today and yesterday. Noon time red sun for crissakes.

Another smokey day in the vineyard, then my IV vitamin C treatments afterward. I don't seem to be getting much from them, and this time it was after a two week interval, and it could be that the perps are learning how to block any beneficial effects. They didn't hit me with a nap attack afterward (once home), but the vehicular stalkers were all over me on the drive home. I don't know where this one is going, but it seems to be just another imposed nothing. The plan is to have these as a "get ready" for my radiotherapy for prostate cancer in early October. But as with all things in this choreography of nonconsensual human experimentation, they have a plan that is long developed and much refined. On with the show.

Two more boring vineyard days, shoot positioning it is called. Sunny yesterday, and it started that way, but the smoke closed in for the afternoon.

It seems I am getting blocked more and more, hence these posts becoming more boring (I think- or else the harassment action is getting less eventful). There were the freaks (Unfavoreds) following me at SOF supermarket last night. They just keep "showing up"; produce, bulk section, chocolate, far cooler cases and check out, then outside in the parking lot. Usually 3 to 5 in rotation, and "freak-turing" tattoos, skinheads, large guts and or waddling males and of course, combinations thereof.

At the specialty grocery store, now under new ownership, but with most of the same staff, this one tedious woman staff member/gangstalker is almost constantly there, no matter what time of day or week. I never see any other staff with such incredible regularity. And to boot, they moved the flax seed (in this constant game of shorting me of it), this time all of it, so I had to ask, and lo, it was this same tedious woman staff/stalker who "happened" to be available. (To add to the confusion, they always kept the ground flax seed in a cooler case, but now moved it all to the regular shelves). So she kindly went to the cooler case, and then somehow then knew it was with the grains in the aisles. In other words, they gave her extra gangstalking time, leading me around the store before I headed to the checkout. I have no idea why she gets such intense gangstalking duty, but suffice to say I am fed up.

Music listening keeps getting sabotaged; once I got a digital audio player (DAP), and was free from the Android phone software update problems (Power Amp) and the lame assed Android player, why, more games "happen" to interrupt music listening while working in the vineyard. I "forget" to charge the digital audio player, meaning remotely applied dithering, as I routinely did this every day, and now I "forget".  They mysteriously didn't want me to listen to Maria Callas two days in succession, hence another "forget". A two CD set that I picked up on a whim as I don't usually listen to opera, but this one is very listenable. And can she every sing; phenomenal vocal control. Anyhow, I finished up the day in mid album, and expected to continue listening the next day. But no; I "forgot" to charge the DAP, so I got to resume listening the following day. And what is the point of this asinine bullshit?

And my sore ribs and back are slowly recovering; this injury (nothing visible) erupted 6 days ago, and all my ribs and back were sore, as if someone sat on me in the night and managed full rib cage injury, that is, not localized to one side. Now, the sensation is almost healed, or over, depending how one looks at it

Labor Day today, same here as the US. But I labored in the vineyard in the heat, but no big deal, it doesn't bother me like it did until the perps "fixed" this in 2010. Back then I found 26C to be too hot to work outside, but now, 40C is getting close to my limit. It has never been hot enough here to test my limit, but I am thankful they fixed this "wilting" problem, or more accurately, reset my wilting level much higher.

I had my masers, blackish floating blobs, sitting over top the vine shoots I was positioning today. Much more than usual, always a word used advisedly. The maser, about the size of a quarter would sit 2" over top of the top trellis wire and stayed there while I re-postioned shoots under it. That is, if the shoots needed to be moved as they were flopping, or too long, I would move the shoots and straighten them out, and the maser would just sit there like a magnetic sentinel. Normally the masers flit about and are very active.

I got out for hike yesterday in the heat, maybe 35C in the open, but still with smokey skies, as some new forest fires are moving in from Washington State, now crossing the border in the Ashnola region (new item here). Perhaps the perps are playing "where does your smoke come from" games; fires in the Cariboo where I worked for two summers, and vacationed at least 3x have been burning for the past two months, and now smoke from fires in Washington State, like two years ago, though closer. And one shouldn't forget the forest fire they pulled (lightening) only an half hour away, "happening" to be the opposite side of the Okanagan valley of where I worked part time two years ago (Testalinden fire). I put some pics in the blog posting then, but I would not be surprised that inhaling smoke from further regions just might somehow have an energetic signature the perps are attempting to pick up after I inhale it.

Anyhow, time to get this posted and call it a week of yet more abuse.