Sunday, January 22, 2017

Post Shut-in Cluster F**k

Why is is that after a shut-in day (yesterday, due the installation of the track lighting at my residence), is it that there is a surge of gangstalking on my ass wherever I go, aka, a cluster of clusterfucks? (The latter term I use to describe higher gangstalking density and arranged confluences around me, used differently from its military origins to describe a field exercise gone terribly wrong among various groups that were intended to coordinate, but instead, are confused and at odds.)

Five stops this morning on my outing, and at each stop it got more intense. They even put on a street works, one-through lane obstruction at my turn to the first errand stop, Value Village. (Per traffic control personnel, I went through the obstruction on the opposite side of the road). Then onto the re-cycle drop off, then back on the same street to the specialty grocer, where the dude force was out to hound my ass walking in, through the store, check out and outside. At least they put a new attractive cashier for the first time, skipping the fuglies of various descriptions, save the one I regarded as neutral.

Then to the mall to get more groceries as the specialty grocer's prices were too high, and instead of getting pomegranate juice for $17/L, I got it for $10/L on sale. Then onto LD to get more of those ridiculously priced razor blades, and what a holy gangstalking it was. Even so far as having the ridiculous dudes lounging around at -8C in 30kph winds outside the mall doors. (Like WTF; if was legit, wouldn't they hang around inside?). And lo, if LD wasn't having a customer surge just then, with only one checkout active, the other shutting down. Also, the surging arriving customers came to cross through the line of customers waiting for a checkout. And why do they always cross in front or behind me? This goes back decades to cinema lineups and others; it seemed that there was an inordinate number of people (now termed perp controlled Fuckwits), who "needed" to cross the queue in my immediate proximity. And we had a queue jumper today as well, putting on the grinning idiot look. Why I didn't say anything was a testament to mind control IMHO. I swore to myself I would give up on LD and try that awful perp place called Walmart. But that is where I almost got chest butted by an apparent staff member who decided to walk down my aisle with her head down. Another nutzo perp establishment IMHO.

All this later morning activity was started by the assholes who kept me asleep an hour past the alarm. This preceded by keeping me awake most of the night with alternating light sleep. And as mentioned many times in these postings, the perps can keep one awake all night and one feels just fine and not tired in the least the whole next day. They even kept up this sleepless run for three days back in the helter-skelter harassment days of 2002.

A morning trip to Kelowna to visit the Good Doctor (mostly, but not always), to view and consult on my dopamine test results. If the results got reported Dec. 21, 2016, I do find it tardy that I wasn't called until Jan. 11 to make an appointment. Anyhow, all my planted notions over the test going missing in the Christmas mail came to naught, and we do know who likes to plant FUD, especially the Doubt component.

After all that, my dopamine is low, but my glutamine is much lower than the range. So more supplements to improve digestion and then to add glutamine to my diet. And we did get onto the topic of me being harassed owing to my former stimulant medication history, as that  episode that stopped that particular very successful medication application. I thought this was most unusual, that I got to reveal my harassment history in summary, when of course it seems that most everything is arranged beforehand. She didn't seem too deeply interested in all the details as to how it all happened, but at least she isn't playing naive any more. If all goes according to past such revelation rarities, she will pretend it didn't ever happen and no reference will be made to this egregious and all-encompassing violation of one's personal existence.

Nor was the Good Doctor interested in my latest theory that low Vitamin C absorption might be at the root of my dopamine, and now glutamine, levels. It just seems each visit the whole thing is rigged, and part of it is too, to ignore what I am saying no matter the validity. Given the high strangeness the clinical profession lapses into whenever I mention "dopamine", why am I surprised. And not to forget, the Good Doctor blew me off last year when I offered my dopamine deficiency thesis, and she said "there is nothing I can do". Well she is doing something now, and in good measure because I insisted on the dopamine pee test which finally got done in 12-2016. And it got delayed 6 months due to the prostate cancer onset/panic/re-direction of concerns.

And while visiting Kelowna, I had a number of shopping plans after my appointment, but somehow felt "guided" not to undertake any of them and returned home instead. Like WTF; I have the time to do so at present, and it wasn't a huge endeavor to stop at a few favorite locations, but no, the stern hand of the Repressors came on and I dutifully drove home.

And I should of been reading "Naturopathic Oncology", but somehow got derailed into reading Alien Agenda by Jim Marrs, a fine summary book on UFO's and abductions and crop circles that summarizes many others' findings, some with a historical context. Some referenced authors use the term "Earth quarantine" to mean that we are kept separate from the rest of the cosmos to prevent us from attaining higher vibrational states. Certainly, more than one researcher has put themselves out there to state as much, and it does concur with what I have come to believe, in good measure enforced by my TI experiences. I think TI's are part of the continuum that alien abductions belong to; nonconsensual human research subjects, excepting that we are researched down the the last detail, perhaps even sub-atomic detail. And that takes time, much more that a typical visitation and abduction duration by an alien craft and crew. Though I am sure there are human cooperators, perhaps, "running with aliens" might describe this crowd, but it seems even this cooperative access to humans (perps) isn't sufficient so they round on TI's and harass the living piss out of them (figuratively and literally) so they can be researched to deeper levels in situ. That aliens have been around since recorded time, and even millions of years ago according to some contactees, still hasn't given them sufficient observation duration for us "earthly containers". I don't discuss the alien, abduction and world control topics much on this here blog, as it is just too much beyond the realm of what I have to deal with every day and dilutes the nature of what this blog is all about. "Alien Agenda" is highly recommended, and my fondest wish is that us TI's would get a chapter in it to round it out. Then all would be copesthetic.

The autobody repair guy called yesterday and said that could I bring the Ford Escape in today for it's repair, originally scheduled 6 days hence. Sure, I said, wondering how such an irregularity in scheduling keeps "happening" to me. He only had two days to get the parts for crissakes. But whatever. My mother's pinball driving methods have finally come down to this.

Which includes not getting the repair done in August 2016, and then in late December I attempted to get it done in Victoria but never heard back from the shop. All to deprive me of the vehicle for 6 days having drove it here only a week ago. Back to driving the Camry, my regular ride of the past five years. Switching me between... [tasks, locations etc.- fill in the blank] is nothing new, and so it would seem this is part of the ongoing perp arrangements that are now so familiar.

Anyhow, I met up with the auto body repair guy at 0800h this morning, and he dropped me back at my place so I could then step out and get into the Camry and drive it to Toyota for its oil change. Funny how they arranged a convergence of auto repairs, this briefest of intervals when I have two in my ownership. I hung out at the local Starbucks and then nearby SOF supermarket while the repairs were done. It is rare that they let me drink coffee, but unusually they did, and the gangstalking was low key for once. And for "some reason" the assholes dithered me when I got back home and "forgot" my groceries in the vehicle for three hours. Thanks a bunch, another never-before neural invasion event.

What is it about screwing up sequences, or the expectation of something being in sequence, that so interests the perps? I see that my text messages don't come in sequence any more (since 05-2017); if a response arrives within a few minutes, it pops up above the message I sent to elicit said response. And now I see Amazon is jacking with the listings, as they were always in order of lowest price to highest for the item in question, (say, looking at used items from the "used" link), but now they are all in a quasi-sequence; the lowest at first, and then increasing, and then lower prices again. Go figure.

Taking out the garbage tonight begat me extra attention for this perp-important event. The back lane neighbor's dog was out and I got continuous barking dog coverage. The owners did screw all apart from yelling at the dog until the last of my two trips to the landlord's garbage canisters. And too, a helicopter circling overhead for two low passes while the dog was barking. There is something the perps like about night flights, barking dogs and garbage duty.

All this because of about 07-2016, the new garbage regulations were that I had to use the landlord's garbage canisters and could not put one out for myself as I had been doing for three years here. Never mind they still drive past my former garbage can deposit location with the garbage truck. All things change if it is of perp interest, especially the long running obsessions they have, garbage being one.

The snow is finally melting, and that crunchy ice packed surface has now revealed all the normal ground surfaces. It looks like the "snow pack" (in town) has finally receded after some four weeks, of which I was away for two. Again, snow and ice represent part of the perp agenda and their preoccupation with water in all its forms, sources, delivery and distribution methods from weather (call it natural) to pipes, sprinklers, drains etc. and of course, it being imbibed or taken with irrigated food crops. If they have been following us for a million years or so, this is a very deep research project, us humans and all plants in all our water usage and transference.

To my semi-regular TI caller; I got your message, duly deleted. Look into MMS for Lyme Disease, if you are sure you have it.

Ford Escape body work got done four days ahead of time; I thought it was going to be done next week, but he phoned me this afternoon (Friday). No ride offer this time, and so I walked up there, which turned out to be holy vehicular gangstalking swarm. They don't often have me doing "street walking" any more since vehicle ownership was allowed in 2012, but when I do, they go crazy.

And talk about a bum deal; the auto body shop owner has a father-in-law with cancer, a mother-in-law with Lyme Disease and twin girls with cerebral palsy. All that covered in the time while finishing up the paper work. So if he knows something about the perps and their arrangements, then he must know they had a hand in such medical matters. I wonder how this whole deal sits with such folks.

A job interview this afternoon; the guy said he knew about me from the work I did for the bud collection project there. Not exactly a friendly interviewer, especially for the casual world of farm work, but maybe he was scared shitless, given the seeming perp set up that I walk into for such situations. And for perhaps every situation, as it seems.

It seems that I am getting behind on gangstalking literature. Once sparse, a recent search on Amazon picked up a bunch of books. "Gangstalking; the Threat to Humanity" seems to be a good one, written by a professional to whom this has been happening. As so often, it seems like an event triggers the extra surveillance and attention, but in my experience they have long been following the victim and for whatever reason need a cover story to go overt. Overt to the victim, though outwardly, is pretend-to-believe. "Diary of an Angry Targeted Individual" by Renee Pittman. Again, I haven't read it, but the reviews are positive.

Saturday, and despite my best efforts in having the alarm set for 0800h, they screwed me into a 0930h get-up. Which segued into a great total morning write-off as I had another vehicle appointment at 1100h, to get the new audio unit installed. It takes an hour, so I was cut loose to look around the local stores, and not finding what I was looking for in the way of fleece lined winter tights. (My very favorite winter time leg coverings as they are so warm and comfortable as long as they are reasonably wind resistant). But the gangstalking bullshit started up at the second store so I refrained from going to Walmart next door, as I am so fed up of that place and its gangstalking scene. Then to a coffee chain, TH, where I could even find a seat and was yet again, relatively free from the gangstalking scene. I got to hear Germans at the next table and all their phone woes about travelling in Europe and the US.

Maybe that was a set up for my own phone woes, as I connected to the free Wi-Fi there and yet could not get on the internet to view my mail. Like WTF; why is the Android platform, or perhaps, any platform I chose, such an utter and obstinant techo-adverse event? Perhaps that is why they decided to have me not use the Iphone where it might actually be convenient and ergonomically understandable.

All to set me up with the Pioneer deck in my vehicle and its changing lighting, which just drives me squirrely; one color, as long it is not red or pink. I am at about  six attempts to get the pathetic manual understood, but had to resort to Youtube to find out yet more commands the frigging manual "forgot" to include. The perps know how to exploit every last detail, and confuse the victim; "Key Color" was not an instruction on keying in a color as I was lead to believe, but an option to light the keys, which would of been followed by another command to change the display, which then would be followed by an option for both. I think I am up to 10 screaming rage-fications over that one alone, and of course, that is only the start of mastering these multi-modal buttons which must be perp designed to drive victims crazy. Pioneer and Ikea both go down together in How Not to Write a Manual camp, though I am sure there are plenty of others. Hint for the tech-twits; see if your wife can follow the manual; if not, fix it until she can. This is not intended to be a sexist remark, but there are certain cognition subsets between the genders (usually), and I don't line up with the tech-twits. And I have the Fourth Reich on my ass to drive that point home at every opportunity, today being an especially exploitative exasperation campaign of theirs. All related to their insane obsession over where information comes from and how I deploy it, aka, epistemology. (Did you ever think all those school and college shootings were random?). All the better for the perps if I make ump-teen attempts at following the manual and failing each time. Thanks a lot assholes for this cognitive hell, substantially worse since they went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002.

Sunday, and the continuing saga of an Amazon transaction that looks too good to be true burned me up yesterday. Unfettered by perp mind control games, I would of not got into this at all, but now I am attempting to terminate this idiocy as it has gone on for too long, and seems more irregular with each passing event. Lets see; Amazon had the greatest system for online transactions going; put the item in the "shopping cart", pay, and it gets shipped, usually promptly and correctly. Now with this Amazon Marketplace (whatever that is exactly), the transaction gets protracted for days and one isn't sure it is a scam for the entire duration, until the item gets delivered. How did they come to screw up such a magnificent and dog-simple method? I tell you, the perps just love to sabotage all things that work well, and this could be such an example. Read on.

And today, I see the Amazon help page has gone blank, and the phone help has gone missing from last night's web browsing. The help phone numbers were missing last night for crissakes.

Finally, the Amazon help page does come up with a phone number, and I phone, and it is confirmed to be a scam. The adage, "if it looks too good to be true, it usually is" applies, and due to the mind fuck games I violated my own ethic. Thanks assholes. No financial hit on this thankfully.

That all done, and a late lunch due to a 9.5 hour sleep in, no prior sleep deficit, per usual. And the assholes pulled a good one; they had me puke up my lunch. Nothing unusual or ill feeling or flu-ish, they just wanted me to puke. So they did. They have done this less than 4x since the overt harassment started in 2002, and perhaps the same again for the sensation that it was going to happen, but didn't. It seems the color green factors into this, wearing a green sweater today, and green food inside me. The last time they pulled this puking stunt was in 2012, when it "happened" outside on a backyard lawn. And don't ask me how they decide as to which TI gets how much of the imposed pissing, shitting or puking problems than they had before the harassment went overt. The harassment regimen and guidelines must be established for each TI, and all the variances, as well as any needed conventional medical cover story.

Then they backed the toilet up on the third flush after two earlier flushes sending the puke drain bound. There isn't any conventional reason for this whatsover, but I am long familiar with the unconventional nowadays, especially with toilets.

Now late, and a call from my semi-regular TI caller. As usual, the Magic Jack connection sucks and there were at least four breaks in communication. Not unusual in TI World, where perp caused interruptions are the rule of the day. Another shut-in day, and so I will call this one done, and likely the experiences in the post title will repeat themselves tomorrow.

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