Helicopter Coverage

03-20-2019
A busy week for helicopter coverage while working in the vineyard. A Sikorsky S-64 Skycrane, (now called an Erickson Aircrane) flew over last week, and only 40 built. Not bad for rare aircraft. Though I still think the Boeing AWAC aircraft low flyover sometime in 2004-6 over my perp abetting parent's place just as I opened the garage door and stepped outside was the aircraft event that still takes the cake. (And such perfect timing too; exiting or entering buildings is a prime gangstalking moment). There are no Canadian AWAC aircraft, so what was this US military aircraft doing there and why so low?

Today, two Bell 212's or like, (Bells though), in formation, the same color, one leading and the other behind, flying the same course. Very strange that two, apparently civilian, helicopters would fly in formation. And no less, each with a pulsing greyish-black cloud around them, which I take to be a maser field (magnetic radiation).

The EC-120's (helicopters) were also abounding, perhaps some 10 flyovers on the day. More maser emanations from them too. Just what the perps get from these flyovers, save the magnetic pulse from them to me, I don't know. Very often they follow a rotary wing (helicopter) with an fixed wing flyover. And too, they even have fixed wing aircraft in formation as well, these seeming flying clubs. But it is the helicopter formations that spook me the most, as there aren't any hobby helicopter clubs that I am aware of in these here parts, especially the medium lift models.

03-27-2019
Back from a three day trip to Victoria to go through my files for the years 1999-2002, the years I lived in the USA, Everett and Seattle. The last most year was when they outed themselves, making their malevolent and insanely abusive role evident rather than keeping me as a naive subject/victim.

I must prove that I was there for the Pension application review folks, and I didn't have all the papers with me here. I went through all the divorce papers, hoping to find copies, but didn't owing the fact that the legal process requires all these financial issues on their forms, and copies of other financial documents isn't permitted. But it was a trip down memory lane, dealing with the ex through my lawyer, and all the stupid angst, and legal costs she generated as a consequence. She even dropped her lawyer and made application to go to court, a laughable premise. Laughable because hardly anyone goes to court in marriage dissolution cases unless there is huge pots of money at stake, which was definitely not the situation. And of course her lawyer wouldn't participate in this lunacy, hence being dropped. So... with a court date impending, my lawyer prepared for the case, and we went to the pre-hearing meeting  conducted by a junior legal system representative (a "Master" in this legal jurisdiction). The ex's "case" fell apart within 5 minutes or less, as the Master asked her for witnesses to her assertions, and she had none. She thought she could make unsubstantiated statements as "evidence" for crissakes. The brief that my lawyer prepared was 5" thick, and as soon as I saw it, I saw serious legal expenses. Sure enough, that stunt by the ex cost me $13k alone, never mind my legal costs before and after. Anyhow, the ex then re-retained the same lawyer and eventually it got settled. All this came back to me as I was troving through the legal documents. Even then, I wondered how the ex came upon this method to drain me of $13k, and what defense one has against spurious legal machinations. As far as I know, none; if one party wants to make a legal ass of themselves by acting alone, and intends to go to court, it seems the other party is obliged to prepare for its eventuality. Or maybe there is a way out before the lawyer gets busy with brief preparation, but it still eludes me.

Anyhow, by dint of some kind of fluke (not that I believe in such things any more), the missing tax return of 1999 with original W2's was there in my records, "somehow" misfiled, but not the TY2000 records. The tax records don't declare employment start and end dates, so I looked for bank statements but they were all gone for 1999 and 2000, but there for 2001 and 2002. I looked for my 1999 and 2000 pay statements from two employers, but they too were gone, though similarly all there for 2001 and 2002. Back in 2001 I discovered by 1999 and 2000 tax returns missing a week after a visit from the ex and our daughter. While at the pool with my daughter at my ex's suggestion, I did see the ex at the window of my apartment where my desk was. I am quite sure she stole them, but it was only on this Victoria visit of the last three days and finding other missing pay and expense records missing for those same two years did it occur to me that the ex stole more than my tax records. As her visit was in 2001, I surmise she didn't take 2001 records as that would of been readily detectable as I the files were active. So it would seem, she stole the records from the prior inactive years, 1999 and 2000. And as the whole process of divorce negotiation revolves around income and expenses, it just seems too convenient for those vital documents to all go missing for those two years alone. I wonder if her lawyer put her up to this. And in the least, her lawyer could of requested the tax returns (but didn't).

So should I request the return of my documents from the ex? Not that she is the kind to admit to anything, but what did I do to get such a snake? Nothing; she was planted on me by the Psychopaths, and this was some kind of exercise in jerking my ass around, even if 20 years later, but hopefully the last round.

And why didn't it dawn on me at the time in 2001 that the ex might of stolen more that the tax records after I discovered the 1999 and 2000 records missing? Why, getting mind-fucked to ensure the most disadvantageous outcome just might be the reason. As far as the perps go, adding misery on top of adversity (e.g. financially impaired ex's, with a penchant to lie) is what they do best. Get the victim (TI) when he is down, and get him again. The perps have been totally consistent in financially sabotaging me through all my life when they know I am fiscally conservative. No one in my family is profligate; all are assiduous savers and very economically driven, and I am no different, and yet the perps saw to it that I was severely sabotaged all my adult years via their proxies (the ex) or else other matters that just "happen" to go wrong (i.e. get expensive). It just makes one wonder as to how they go about selecting these saboteurs to then be injected into my life. How do they find such fuck-ups with such amazing consistency?

03-28-2019
Back from a trip to the SOF supermarket; and why the RCMP (Royal Canadian Mendacious Plods) Fuckwit in uniform first paralleling me and then passing in front of me when I entered the store. Don't these uniformed  Fuckwits have enough to do rather than parade their outrageous guts in public at 2030h, never mind adding on all their gear to make them appear all the more portly? Or was it that he was unshaven and decidedly brown in complexion? I don't know, or care; but it was made quite clear on numerous occasions to me after 04-2002 when this reign of terror and error descended on me that the police were mere stooges for the Psychopathic Confederacy. Why even the FBI wouldn't reply to my double registered letter to them outlining my experiences as a victim of electromagnetic weapons. You would think they might of phoned me up if they were curious, dontcha think?

And why the constant flurry of vehicles around me when I exit the mall, get in my vehicle and drive off, making a few turns in doing so? A dead night at the mall, being a Thursday, but they (five of them) suddenly pop out to cruise around and make a turn in front or behind me. And too, the Fuckwit in the Volvo that timed his backing up to get in the way of me with my headlights aimed at his vehicle as I intended to pass behind his parked vehicle. But no, as I proceeded in the mall parking lot, he then times his backing up to get in my way and force me around him and cross the vacant roadway onto the other side. I cannot count the occasions the Fuckwits have vehicles to (safely) force me to cross into the oncoming lane. The near-ubiquity of alternating traffic at roadworks being another variation on this theme of changing up my intended vehicle path, a seeming vignette in their long running and highly consistent game of putzing with the anisotropic properties of the ether, the energetic field, and presumably, my bioenergetic interaction. Something like that.

Enough for a posting for this week, even if four days late.