Eighteen Years of Solitary Harassment

04-07-2020
Not quite; 04-15-2020 marks the 18th Anniversary of Imposed Hell on Earth as a Targeted Individual. That was when my Seattle apartment was invaded by unknown personnel with very unconventional weapons and technologies. For the week prior, people at work were staring at me for some unknown and undeserved reason. The thought-to-be girlfriend was also upping the angst considerably the evening before, saying "that wasn't supposed to happen..." in reference to me stating that the front end of my vehicle (which was deemed safe by mechanics a few days earlier but was still making uncharacteristic noise) seemed repaired. As in who fixed it? There were two more "that wasn't supposed to happen...." events that evening as well as her peculiar pissy and distant attitude. Add a few more planned tip-offs, my apartment being searched in my absence and the stage was set for the invasion.

I hadn't heard of gangstalking before all this came down, nor any of the other forms of harassment, torture and abuse. By the next day, I was duly educated in the worst way possible. Never mind the telekinetic fuckery, such as the venetian blind louvers turning on their own, objects disappearing from my locker, apartment, or re-appearing behind my back. Then the plasma light flashes, blackish wispy trails of masers, and then that evening, the punishing head pains that could be momentarily blocked by my arms, out-walked, and later, out-run for a time. Exactly how they delivered these I don't know for sure, but talk about debilitating and totally controlling, and they could find me anywhere. The only consistent preventive measure was if I was near metal objects such a my vehicle, walking by a steel structure, stepping on a manhole cover etc. This is detailed in the 27pp write up, here.

Getting back to today, it is like a Monday (usually the worst harassment day of the week) on a Tuesday. This was likely because I resumed my regular gig at the vineyard today, having done a day's worth of wine bottling at another winery where my fickle-friend works. The Psychopaths took endless effort to sabotage my finger control, having me place my pruners in the wrong location etc. I was pruning the younger plantation, planted in 2017. After 8 years of this toil, for about 8 months of each year, one would think that I would be reasonably competent about using a tool that I use all day. But in the Psychopathic order of things, competence isn't permitted. All the better to piss me off, their first and best play. So..., 18 years of annoying the victim, oftentimes intensely, being kept at the end of one's tether, aka, abuse-athon.

And so it goes, they mess me around per above, relentlessly annoy the hell out of me, and lo, they are at the ready with added road noise (read on) that every instant.

04-13-2020
One would never think there is a travel restriction in this here province per COVID-19 restrictions, though as "guidance" and not enforced (yet). The vineyard work is dull and boring for sure, but the noisescape from the nearby Middle Bench Road is full measure. As in, "what travel restriction?". And the usual noisy culprits of excessive accelerating loud mufflered sports cars, the loud modified pickup trucks, and last but not least, the ever-so-loathsome HD motorcycle noise. Any of the above aren't in passing by mode; full throttle (maximum noise) and then deceleration, and cycling between them for reasons that suggest optimum (for whom, not me) noise variation. Fucking tiresome to say the least.

Then add in the squealing and wailing children noise from two nearby residences, sometimes screaming, and oftentimes seeming gratuitously, though when I do look, I don't see a genuine issue.

All of the above noise is alternated, and also run at various timing during the day; sometimes early, late or middle of the day etc. I sense I need to change this vineyard gig just for that awful noisescape alone. Also, noise timings are particularly arranged for when I am at the end of row of vines, finishing my tying down (currently), and then resuming the same work in the next row heading the opposite direction. As it so consistently "happens", there is something the Psychopaths just love about me changing directions. This being a 180 degree turn, but any angle will do; L or R turns of 90 degrees while driving are very often covered with extra vehicular traffic. All covered under the anisotropy of space label, that is, different physical properties in different cardinal directions. An example would be a bolt of wood, a tree trunk section, with the intention of splitting it with an axe. It is relatively easy from the end grain direction, but not any other.

Another top moment for scripting noise is when I make a pruning cut on the vine cane, say, cutting it shorter before tying it down. And haven't we been here before, now labelled as "object disassembly", or just plain cutting objects up. No wonder the adjacent road traffic was going into high noise coverage last year when I spent about three days cutting  6'-8' lengths of 4" steel pipe up into 12" pieces. Fascinating stuff for some grinding and insane Psychopathic entity that doesn't mind running a relentless 18 year long abuse-athon on their subjects.

I am off for a medical procedure where they sedate me, having prepared by starving myself for the last day, with added potions to clean me out. A perfect occasion for a take-out, but I am getting ahead of myself. Perhaps I am spooked by the fact that I filed a considerable number of papers last night and ordered them to be readily accessible.

I was getting ahead of myself and am back to live action; I got to visit the hospital extension I helped work on in 2018 for four months, and they even delayed the procedure for an hour to have me lie ready and prepped before running a probe up my ass. All is good, save the absence of what they can do for the radiotherapy damage in late 2018. That means continued elevation of toilet paper usage just when they arranged a world-wide toilet paper shortage. Which begs the question; why is there any extra demand for toilet paper with the COVID-19 virus when this flu has no symptoms that demand it? Another media created shortage to be sure. The authorities in most countries seem ever so eager to register a death as COVID-19 caused, as mandated by health authority managers. When those kinds of top-down imperatives are so consistent among so many countries, states, provinces and health companies, it begins to smell like a fix from the get-go.

And too, in my kept life as a TI, the Psychopaths have been consistent from early on about their intense interest in toilet paper. This was first evidenced by the fact that suddenly after 04-2002 (per above), about 80% of the time when using it, it would not tear on the perforations (and rip across the sheet instead), the perforations somehow became misaligned between the plys, and numerous other fuckery games to make the process more fraught and vexatious. And too, especially in the last 5 years, blackish masers float off the roll of toilet paper as I am about to use it, while using it, and immediately following. Goodness knows where else the masers go.

One cannot make this up; a billion dollar+/year budgeted covert organization with ready access to unconventional technologies (teleportation and telekinetic games for a start), that has its victims totally controlled and activities timed to the microsecond, needs to harass them all the more when using asswipe at every instance for 18 years and counting. And to top it off, they now create a western-world asswipe shortage so no end of other alternatives are applied instead. And as of today, until I got to feed myself after the colonoscopy (about 1600h), I had to clean myself out in preparation for this medical procedure. As always, one can assume they may have gained some small measure of whatever objective they are looking for with respect to bowel elimination by way of confluence of all these events, and in all likelihood will still be playing maser games, asswipe games and the rest of it for years to come. And just what is it that fascinates them so much about bowel elimination; those thousands of cattle mutilations in the US mid-west from the 1980's onward, were often characterized by the animal's anus cut out of them by some unconventional means. One needs a to write a new salutary anthem for the Psychopaths; Onward Psychopathic Assholes to the music of Onward Christian Soldiers. Something like that, though I am sure some creative minded TI's could cook up something quite funny and pointed that no one else would quite understand. Kind of like so much music of the past six decades, say, His Vagueness of Hibbing MN.

My last trip to the laundromat (still open here) begat me a most interesting exchange with this ditzy woman of about 70 y.o. in this red faux straw cowboy hat who launched into telling me how she got into using the internet about 10 years ago by way of her husband's coaching, though he is now deceased. And she is heavily into researching deep state activities and has a number of contacts who provide her with some analytical perspectives, and when they corroborate, she delves into more research on that particular angle. She told me that she figured out that the last US election was directed in part by the Russians, as she told them that the voting machines are directly hackable from satellite transmissions, and that the Russians blocked the Democrat's access to the satellites to prevent them from hacking them. Well!, no wonder Hillary Clinton goes on about the "Russian interference" in the last election; they prevented her and the Democrat party from hacking into the voting machines! This woman's story seemed a little farfetched, but then she got onto some other fascinating topics of which I had some knowledge, and her status as a deep state disruptor was elevated somewhat.

She claimed that the Canadian election of 2018 was similarly rigged, and that the Conservative Party actually won, but the Deep State had that wretched woke Liberal poof, Son of the Pedophile and Stoner, win again. That spineless, squishy dweebe, the Chief Snowboard Instructor, Canada's equivalent to Pres. George W Bush, similarly attaining the role of the highest office by virtue of being a scion of a former president despite being obviously not up to the task. Unless of course, ready manipulation by (or acquiescence or capitulation to) others is the real job requirement.

This woman also claimed to know of George Soros' support of Muslims worldwide, including building Canada's largest mosque in Ft McMurray, a former boom town for tar sands resource extraction. And that Soros arranged that horrific forest fire of 2016 that burned the place down, making land very cheap on the backs of those who got burned out and/or laid off, with the coincident plummeting of the price of oil, enabling the said religious group to acquire the land on the cheap. I had heard part of this story from someone else a few months earlier, so this woman's cred notched up. (And in reading the above Wikipedia link, it is indeed VERY curious that a 33C air mass was present May 01 when the fire started. Like WTF; I have been at that latitude in Northern BC at that time of year, and it is cold (below 10C) with snow on the ground).

She also told me about an underground base not far from here near West Kelowna, and when she was driving there, she was about to follow a blacked out government vehicle (an obvious fish out of water here), but somehow "got a notion" (interesting, that) to relent as she would "get in trouble". This purported underground base just might be that one that is "five hours drive from Vancouver, BC" as mentioned in Donald Marshall's epic experiences detailed in Donald Marshal Revolution, though again, I caution readers as to the veracity of the full story.

That also upped this woman's cred somewhat too, as I was once (2014 or 15) on the airport bus from Kelowna Airport and there was a military officer on board, one of three passengers. He was dropped off at a hotel in West Kelowna, and it struck me as most peculiar. There are no obvious military bases around here, and if he was transferring flights overnight, surely he would of chosen a hotel close to the airport, or in Kelowna. But to travel further south and across a often road traffic congested bridge to West Kelowna was strange, save for the fact that the Psychopaths like to gangstalk me with military personnel, an Unfavored subpopulation that was in much greater supply in the town I last lived in, Victoria, BC. So maybe he had a "local assignment".

Said ditzy woman did lose cred with me as a planted gangstalker as she hung around my washing machine at the laundromat, and liked to lean in much closer than the current mandated 2m "social distancing", and keeping me next to the active washing machine.  And do I need to mention it again, how much the Psychopaths like to stalk my ass when doing laundry, and have others from so many different Unfavored sub-populations criss-cross my path so often when in such places? No; regular readers and most TI's will know the Psychopaths are also obsessed with laundry and all the spinning it gets, the detergent and who knows what other properties it has, and how the clothes may change once clean and dry.

All of the conversation with this ditzy woman is deemed to be speculative, and whether she was a witting or unwitting shill/stalker I have no idea. It is rare that I get Deep State gossip from anyone, so take it with a healthy degree or circumspection.

Enough rumor mongering along with this 18th Anniversary Edition of TI Hell, but it is just what goes down.