Slack Tuesday

1745h
I found another story of a TI online, this person from Sweden, but in good English. It is a one time read, not an ongoing blog of harassment, but well done. Nowhere is safe, and I do get the perps planting the notion that Sweden is the place to go, but not from relief.

I had a 1.5 hour nap in the afternoon, over dusk onset now that we are on Standard Time again. This should make for plenty of perp games until March or so when they revert to Daylight Time again. Napping was rare for me in the Before Overt Harassment (BOH) in 04-2002. Now, they will even mess with an alarm clock if I have it set for a short nap when they want me to take a long nap. This "happened" before BOH once, and I could not figure out why a reliable alarm clock did not work.

A dull day, and it won't get any more exciting tonight. Or at least, in a positive way. I was allowed out to deal with taking the garbage out via the elevator as the garbage chute is still "broken", and it was a big event for the "Thems". The elevator took extra long, a gangstalker "arrived" via the stairwell and entered the apartment opposite the elevator doors, and the seeming apartment manager was in the elevator when it arrived, and engaged in conversation. He had pressed the button for the basement, and just when I thought he was going to remain in the elevator when it stopped at the main floor for me, why, he tailed me to the front doors to meet another shiftless gangstalker loitering around in front. The pretense was that this was a business engagement, but he was not there when I returned 10 minutes later.

I went back to the dumpster which was 90 degree offset from its normal orientation, slung the double bagged garbage in, and set off via the E. parking lot that my suite overlooks. But I am not allowed two seconds alone time as a gangstalker on a curious route came through the stairs and crossed my path 15' ahead of me by 90 degrees, ostensibly on her way to a vehicle. Then when at the sidewalk, there were another two, and then at the intersection some 30' away, there were about 15 gangstalkers arranged including one clump of eight or so. This was post-lunchtime, before school dismissal hour of 1500h, and all the additonal number of usual adults was decidedly arranged. This is a residential downtown area, and "normally", as in arranged harassment level "normal", would only be a quarter of that number. The entire supermarket visitation is 10 minutes round trip, and there were yet more acts on the street, one of the most curious was the fat Fuckwit with two Starbucks coffees, one in each hand, standing behind me by 8', and yet made out that he was waiting for the pedestrian signal to cross the street. Two Fuckwits had already crossed the intersecion on the "Don't Walk" by walking between two stopped light metallic brown colored vehicles. They were cleared when the signal changed to "Walk", but the fat fucker, aka Coffee Corps, with the coffees stayed in place. I have seen this gangstalker before, but am not allowed to place him, or else my recall is getting spoofed.

Then onto the supermarket where some red coated woman got herself ahead of me and then slowed up at the doorway for crissakes. Who does that, and she had to have known I was behind her as she was coming from my usual route and angling toward me, making an effort to get in front of me. Then a yellow booted Fuckwit paraded around me, and he later "managed" to get ahead of me at the checkout and dither around for extra long and had his pop can on the plastic rest which could be used for check writing. The cluster of three cashiers then dispersed to open up other checkouts nearby so other gangstalkers could parallel my activities. And sure enough, another dithering gangstalker/customer managed to set off just as I was passing him by at the parallel checkout. I noted there was a significant row of leaves heaped on the street route that I took, and I suppose that it is all part of the perp's color action (yellow) they like to include me in. I didn't get my usual multicultural Fuckwit cluster at the entrance to the lobby on my way back, but there was the usual large five tonne delivery truck sitting at the curb to constrict the visual environment. Within a block of here, there have been three overhead scaffolding jobs arranged over the sidewalks, which appear to be an additional method of getting physical objects/structures closer to me directly overhead. They will often script boom trucks to undertake seeming overhead services maintenance along my walking routes, but these don't offer enough under-shelter time it would seem.

When I got back to my apartment, I saw that a mattress has "arrived" to be left in the hallway, and partially facing into my apartment. It is a metallic light blue color, much like the accompanying blue colored vehicles next to the silver-grey ones at the early stages of vehicular gangstalking this past weekend. It seems that this color, very much in the same greytone as silver-grey, is the next incremental step in the color sequence they put me through whenever I am out in public. As it "so happens", I had a silver-grey Volvo for 16 years, and prior to that, my parents had a light metallic blue Peugot for at least 10 years before they got their current Ford Escape in a brown tinged metallic silver-grey finish. I think we are a long way from done (harassing me) when they are planting mattresses around my apartment. Regular readers might recall that they planted a similar color of mattress outside my last residence, though further away, some 35' or so. It maybe in the pictures from then, I will have to look. Last week there was a mattress packing gangstalker on the sidewalk at the intersection mentioned above, and not seeming to belong to any kind of moving house activity. Another one of those all-time dumbshit stunts. They have also have placed a couch at the next intersection (Quadra and Yates for locals), under the same scenario, (moving house without apparent associative vehicles or activity/props), when I was making a supermarket trip some six months ago.

Earlier, I did my phone calls about employment prospects, and it seemed to me that there was a slight extra inference of the respondent sounding hopeless about it. Nothing stated, but extra dispassionate it seemed. Often, a tip-off of perp emotional intrusion is that they overdo the planted sensation, and don't yet know how to fully moderate it. I am proceding on the government funding for tuition payment, taking on the said 1/2" thick application process. My findings were that it was a 9 page document, and wasn't nearly the hassle it was made out to be. I phoned the woman who put on the discouragement three weeks ago when we met, but couldn't reach her directly, and only through her voicemail. All the other "disability" leads were found to be hopeless; the one this same woman suggested as an aternative will not have any funds until April, something she surely must of known at the time when she phoned them during our meeting. Obviously, this little game of hunt-the-disability-benefits has a long way to go before it reaches finality. A year or longer I suspect, as I am sure it will not be in place for January 2009 when half the courses begin, and I will have to take them in 2010. Just my suspicion, but as all things I do are of intense outside surveillant interest, including any financial activity (as noted yesterday), why not keep the bullshit running with extra pointless adversity?

Another perp objective theme is all things related to employment, and that includes no employment, which seems to be their focus since late September when the said-to-be employers all faded out and did not return emails or phone calls. Other prospective employers seem to be remaining incommunicado. One of the planted phrases that "comes to mind" when seeing the hordes of males (gangstalkers) without an apparent day job (har, har) is to remark on them by saying (per planted thought), "get a real job".

My thought-to-be friend of long ago when we lived in Nanaimo, had a long jobless streak before he found work in Ontario and moved back there where he still is. I suspect this might have been self induced to some extent, but that city is particularly hard hit for employment most of the time, especially with the shutdown of the Harmac puplmill, which got bailed out recently and is in restart phase. He manages a crew of subdivision services installers, laying down septic, water and conduit in the subdivision before the roads are put in. The perps' plastic PVC pipe themes and the ditch/soil digging interest may be part of his unwritten employment activities. (Acting as a surrogate for me).

1840h
Might this be a reason the perps have an obsession over sticky tape? I thought that the adhesives were the big focus for them, but if one can get X-rays emanating in the proximity of the victim who is bathed in high levels (I suspect, much more than the 200 Gauss of late 2002) magnetic fields, why not add some extra ionizing radiation? I still (4 days later) have the drafting tape convering up the sill of the sliding glass door to the balcony, so there may well be some residual effects of of the sticky tape in its present location.

Two nights ago when my father was doing his ever consistent stunt of standing in front of the TV, and me "reacting" to it, apparently fomented by his dementia which I think is an act, he said something to the effect of, "you just don't know", presumably a reference to the cast of thousands of operatives and quislings on gangstalking duty at any given time I expend in public. I said, "tell me, because I don't know", and he shuffled off without making a reply. He put a good little contextual statement together I thought, and yet blew me off by doing the walk-away-while-in-conversation stunt that I have come to know, though it doesn't play often.

2045h
I cannot get a day's rest from nanoparticles or "nano" anything these days. I see that such substances can be taken up into the body from the skin. This might explain their cautious late summer attempts to have me using sodden white colored gloves that took up soil particles for only a few hours, not the entire day. Nano particle uptake through the skin just might be another one of their "research problems" they have placed on my back. I also notice that one of the comments indicates that macro sized particles behave differently than nano sized particles, particularly with respect to UV absorption; both nano sized TiO2 and ZiO particles will absorb UV light, but not macro sized ones. And given that I get light flashes around me constantly, or lights trained on me such as the pitlamping games that go on, then these nano-level properties occuring inside one's body must be surely disrupting the perp's plans for total human body energetics interaction knowledge.

And while dispensing with some more links that I have saved, I see that there are sun-earth Flux Transfer Events that have been discovered, a magnetic portal that forms every eight minutes. I am no physicist, having found that out in high school, but it is interesting that the perps have been so very cautious about me having sun exposure since 2004, and to what level. Regular readers will know that the perps had at least five gangstalkers descend on me when my shirt had been off for all of 20 minutes in the summer, this taking place in a farm field while on the daffodil bulb picking job. I was attempting my first and only tanning of the summer, but was shut out by the clouds obscuring the sun. Given that I am being held in a densified magnetic field, I imagine that these "portals" of direct high energy particle transference from the sun to the earth just might be another factor in the perp games that I am party to, without my consent. Lucky me, another significant theoretical physics component/research objective added to the impressive list the perps are working on. Like I said, total remotely applied mind control of humans is not enough for them; they want to learn about all physical human/animal energetics interactions, which includes psychic/consciousness energies IMHO. If that wasn't a tall order, I don't know what it is, but it doesn't bother them any. Six years of relentless abusive rage-fication and life-rape is merely how they do business all the time.

2240h
I got some reading in about alien and military abductions and how they seem to be working at cross purposes at Alien Jigsaw. I was reading her new book online, I Forgot What I Wasn't Supposed to Remember, detailing her recollections of abductions and the circumstances since 1995 when she last wrote. The reason I read abduction experiences is that it closely parallels the Targetted Individual experience; nonconsensual and ongoing human experimentation with mind control research as part of the agenda. We, like the abductees, cannot go anywhere to get redress, let alone a decent hearing from any responsible authority. The abductees undergo greater invasive methods for shorter durations and usually don't suffer the intense surveillance, gangstalking and remotely applied extra conventional gravitic harassment. Or if they do, as is the case with Katharina Wilson of Alien Jigsaw, it is for shorter duration. What I found interesting as an aside, was that her depiction of some aliens is with red hair.

And regular readers will know that I have a particular loathing of red hair that the perps like to remind me of by planting this in my proximity as Unfavored. Even bad reddish brown dyed hair is of interest in the perps' presentation to me. In fact, one of the pleasant blonde cashiers of an grocery store I visited until mid 2006 when I gave up my vehicle has re-surfaced at the local supermarket with fugly reddish-brown dyed hair. She was even sent past me on the street for a couple of early mornings in the summer when I was off to meet the daffodil farm crew bus pickup, though she turned off the friendly front for these streetside pass-bys. Today, while shopping at the supermarket, one of the sometimes friendly cashiers with natural reddish brown hair "happened" to pass me by in the aisle before I got to the checkout where the aforementioned blonde-reddish brown hair color conversion woman was clustered with the cashier (dark brown natural hair, but no chin) at my checkout. This latter woman who crossed paths with me in the aisle, while normally friendly at past checkout experiences, was decidedly frosty while "happening" to pass me by on the street about a year ago when I was walking to the strength training classes I took. Then she was back onto charm mode today. Go figure; all this variable friendliness with the checkout cashiers; two of them "independently" friendly in the store, and unfriendly on-street, two such encounters each. Just to think; I have been shopping at this store over two years now, and they have yet to introduce the dudes and the rest of the Unfavoreds as cashiers.

I see that Obama has won the US presidential election, but I will refrain from any conspiratorial musings and keep them to myself. I sincerely hope that he can make the positive changes he hopes for, and repairs the trail of wreckage left by his predecessor. I am optimistic, but seeing how Pres.Clinton got bogged down in his second term with that vituperative partisan hacker in the name of Kenneth Starr and the rest of the cabal, I remain hopeful that anything like it won't dog Obama.

Time to call this one done for the day, and contemplate the chocolate sharing advances of my in-town brother when raking leaves at his place tomorrow.

A Thousand Points of Light

0930h

Back to front door slamming and room shaking; this infernal affront has started up for another day, and I have 30 more to go in this place, having given my notice in yesterday.

Last night after turning out the lights, there was the entire S. wall lit up in a dull plasmic glow. Upon inspection, this was made up from thousands of very small point sources of light. This was not the first time I have seen this, but likely the first mentioned in this blog. And I have Bush the elder to thank for that metaphor, and it does make me wonder how that came into one of his speeches. I am sure he knows all about this harassment if it is as connected to the squalid Iraq War events as I think it is, as articulated in past blogs.

I was awakened in the night for a grainy picture show, where the appearence of everything takes on this low light condition black and white photograph look. I read somewhere that this is what light would look like if it were slowed down. I cannot vouch for that, as I have no more functional measurement meters, being discouraged by three gaussmeters being fucked with in the past five years so that they don't work. Any measurement device or other electronic device can be disabled remotely I have come to find, right down to always reliable NAD equipment.

1000h
A coughing outbreak with a coincident zapping to piss me off, then follow-on laughing that was forced from the get go, especially its louder than usual volume. No doubt I am due for another round of male jocularity as I haven't had one for weeks.

1130h
An all-quiet order is out, save a few one-of noises. The overhead tromping and floor squeaking noises have returned to mark anything I find interesting and resonant while reading news on the web. Usually they won't let me read longer articles until at least an hour of short pieces, once the noisescape has settled down some.

1150h
Now, the assholes have decided I have been reading too much, and place a floating maser zinger exactly where my right eye focuses and ensure that I am duly annoyed with it to then stop reading that particular story, no matter how engaging it is. There are degrees of engagement with any activity and the assholes find this to be exceptionally fascinating of late. As mentioned above, there is this slow grooming of my attention to written material over the past two hours, and now they have decided that the experiment is over. Time for blogging and putzing again, and on with insubstantial web sites. And as I type this, I am getting the plastic bag rustling outside my door, and now the overhead pounding with some hallway banter. Yesterday's emo case has returned for some reason, and I am sure that it has more to do with the voice mix of the noisescape.

One of the regular noises of yesterday was a chainsaw at least a block away, and it ran for hours. And it so "happens" that I have been long groomed on this one, and have operated this device for many hours in the service of firewood gathering. And even if the neighborhood is mostly concrete towers like the last location, the perps find an excuse to bring operating chainsaws within earshot. It must be a deep limbic brain system (brain stem area) processing or hearing, which might be why I get the odd maser shot in my neck, above my adam's apple.

1210h
The glass bottle bashing act has started up pre-lunchtime, and has also moved in closer for some reason. More smells have also been jammed up my nose, and a minor wind started up around my feet to cool them it seems. Time to put an end to this and make lunch.

1330h
So much for thinking I would catch a break from the noisescape by making and eating lunch. The vacuum cleaning activity started up outside my door for the duration of making lunch with the onset of cheese slicing, another perp fixation that brings extra noise activity. Then it was the power washing, more hallway banter with the vacuum cleaner still going, and more noise that I cannot recall. Then after waiting for it to subside, and eat my lunch, the assholes started up the vacuum cleaner upstairs, and ensured the sound was heard directly overhead. Then it came on again when I was cleaning the dishes, another perp fixation, exactly when I ran the water from this high whining noise faucet, which was immediately shut off. And the assholes coup de gras, the cleaning, rinsing and drying of the frypan, always an object of intense perp interest, was stalked with the electrical extension cord being flipped around in the hallway in closs proximity. Later, when forced to take a piss, there are still white colored scraps outside my door, and that of the next door bathroom. They spent some five minutes vacuuming outside my door and did not pick up all the debris the assholes use for color reference purposes. Unbelievable, but just the routine.

The Sunday-only noise of power washing started up before lunch and is continuing a half hour later, and will continue for a while yet. I surmise that it is a reference noise, a benchmark that they want to continue before, during and after lunch. And another noise that is serving this purpose seems to be the chainsaw noise, a continuation from yesterday.

The glass bashing noise and vibration has started up in response to me being engaged in reading Katharina Wilson's story from Alien Jigsaw, and comparing notes with other abductees. As I am re-reading this from a few days ago, it would seem that the assholes want to track whatever energies that are repetitive, and separate them from others, hoping for some kind of psychic connection between me and who knows what else, the site, author, contents, aliens (perish the thought), abductions (none in my case) and whatever else.

Another Sunday dinner visitation to my parent's place; it was the usual den of gangstalking, feints and lies. And also, more set up games for me to speak at length about a topical item in the news, this time it was the Conrad Black trial in Chicago, a bigger deal fpr Canadians and Brits as that is where he spent the majority of his business career. With all the exposure this case has brought, and all the past exposure in magazines about his business career going back 25 years or more, I often wonder why the perps are keeping him in my knowledge base and re-visiting him with more stories. Do the perps have some kind of surveillance or mind control leverage on him? I won't go there in answering that question, as I don't really know, and sometimes this entire harassment and conspiracy world that appears to exist is even bigger than I imagine. Mind you, I thought that too in 2002 when this started, as it covered work, public activity and clinical staff. Only in late 2002 was I allowed to know it was including family, and these "revelations" seem to be carefully metered. Only in late 2003 was I allowed to know this was a since-birth duration, and not since 1998-9 as "I" thought. (And of course the assholes planted the notion of "how" it began then, totally erroneous of course).

And while I was with the First Feral Family watching TV last night, the plasma and maser show was in full force, no one saying anything of course. And plenty of strong emanations came off the TV, or were otherwise aimed at me, to make me break my gaze. This in addition to my father playing sentry duty, and standing beside the TV, cutting off the view of the wall and curtains. This kind of people blocking and/or guarding of normal views has been more prevalent of late.

And both parents would simultaneously move their feet, or readjust their position, as if they were instructed or controlled to do so. The same fucking pathetic act as everytime, now coming close to four years of these visitations for family gangstalking.

That is enough to blog off, as this is now 04-02-2007, and I will likely start a posting for today's stunts and feints, being a Chicken Run day especially.

Furnace Fuckery

1005h
For the second time this winter, the furnace stopped working in the night, leading to a chilly sleep which the perps woke me up a number of times to remind me. Then it "got fixed" this morning and came on. This time, there was no snow outside, just new navy blue colored graffiti on the opposite parking lot wall, 30' away. These are exciting events to the perps.

Another new embellishment is to sound the glass bottle bashing noise as if it were a chime to follow any unbidden or uncontrolled thought. When reading book reviews last night, I made a mental association with an recent historical event and how it might have been perp sponsored and where it fit into the objectives that I am familiar with, and immediately following that thought (assuming it was mine), the glass bashing act sounded off, as if it were like a wedding where the glasses are used to egg on another kiss of the bride and groom.

Then again this morning, while blowing my nose in the shower, there was another glass bottle bashing noise that was adroitly created to be overheard the shower and noise blowing noise.

1415h
I got the day of the week jerkaround again; the notion was planted from getting up that today was a Saturday. Even seeing the postwoman did not convince me or cause me to question this planted assertion. Only by purchasing the newspaper and comparing its thinner version to that of Saturday was I let in on what I would ordinarily know. As mentioned before, the perps first learned how to do this in late 2004 or early 2005, and had my brother set me up for a test about then. Interestingly, he did not tell me that the day of the week was incorrect after I gave him the planted version. That is why it is the First Feral Family as I see these sick minded abettors.

After getting quite the barrage of forced coughing and hacking from my "neighbors", the assholes are laying it on me. Coughing outbreaks for no reason. And now, at every forced typo and its repair, the same assholes are thudding the ceiling overhead. I reckon the front door slamming and the room shaking have led up to overhead pounding as the thin edge of the wedge, the noise of first resort.

Another pair of coffee break natterers arrived outside my room to chat while I cleaned, rinsed and dried the frypan, the object of intense interest to the perps. Past readers will know that the perps broke the last frypan about four weeks ago, and forced the acquisition of a new one, this time without a layer of copper in the base, aluminum only. Perhaps the increased frequency of copper colored gangstalk vehicles is related to this. Anyhow, I have done plenty of house wiring for the perps to monitor me then, so why now? Likely because they are still sucking wind if creating a dumbshit prank like the ceiling leak in the yoga class is where they are at (yesterday).

I got my usual freak show when walking to the grocery store earlier; it was "do rag" day. There were two such cases when the norm is none, done up in the current gangstalk colors of choice, one in red, the other in white. In both cases they had no head hair, belonging to the very common skinhead contingent of the perps. Other weird sidewalk behavior was having store worker in a green apron and yellow shirt walking toward me some 25' away, and then he stops at 15', turns around, shoots me an extended glance, and then retraces his steps ahead of me. All the while he had a plasterer's scraper in hand, and he had nothing to do with that trade going by his clothes. More absurd bullshit to entertain me I suspect.

At the grocery store they put a stepladder in front of the exit door, forcing me to go through the entrance among the two "plastic bag men" that was arranged around me. It is getting absurd on this account, as they arrive in the store with white no name plastic bags, and then loiter around the exit. One in-store gangstalker who then "happened" to be outside when I was departing had somehow also acquired a white no-name plastic bag for continued ambulatory gangstalking on the sidewalk, doing the dither walk so I would catch up and pass her by.

1445h
More pounding and shaking of this room; then hallway sourced squeaking also erupts as the high frequency "dessert" course that is also served by extra squeaky brakes from outside, key jingling, whistling and a few other sources that are common. The other noise that is playing with greater predominance today is motorcycles, both varieties of noise sources, the 2 stroke and the 4 stroke variants. It is fucking absurd. My outside coffee break natterers have arrived just when it is time to put the kettle on. Now that I am allowed chocolate again, this must be a big event, the first 100g bar in a week.

1615h
There was an increase in the noisescape during and after tea and chocolate, and it is continuing in a ongoing way during this digestive period. There have been some maser and plasma games as well, some smell jammed into my nose, and few others I cannot recall.

Another recent development is to have the "residents" this putative rooming house engage in grunts, groans, sighs and other short gutteral vocalizations. I suspect the reason is because it takes longer to mentally process these sounds, even if it is all faked for me to hear. Or, it serves as the cover to stop me from immediately discarding this noise type as spurious. Either way, the perps are having their operatives engage in this kind of behavior, as it is being widely practiced of late.

I am been rendered as tired at the moment; the heavy eyelids and dociled cognitive abilities, as if I need any more of that when a lifetime of learning disorders was arranged for me from birth. Meanwhile, the maser trails are flitting about in my vision with the odd "zinger", the fuzzy grey balls that flit about in parallel formation in my central vision. Just what I need, more impairments.

My TI pal from Nanaimo seems to have opted out of the daily emails; she "doesn't understand" that I have to live my life differently given that I am under assault every second. She gets gangstalked in public mostly, though I am sure there a few other games that they might pull on her under the banner of "normal'. Anyhow, the separation of confidences is nothing new, and either by mind control or some other means, this follows the pattern. And as I see it, it is just as well, as it seemed she really didn't make an effort to engage in a new perspective. And the acid test of a true TI (so far) is, do they read this blog? If no, no matter what excuse if they have access to a PC, then they are acting for some other party. Otherwise, they are likely to be a legit TI. And it is most odd that nearly everyone, from health care workers, family and purported TI's do not read any of this blog, and have also ignored other documents I have written that detail this depraved harassment and psychotorture. Nothing new there, but it is amazing that they don't ever want to talk about my experiences and engage in discussing them. There were some other tip-offs, but I will leave it at that. It is likely as bad as the espionage business as to who one trusts.

1845h
The post-dinner operative herding has moved out the front door, serial fashion, and most of the noise is from outside now. And while that is going one, the sickos are jerking with my knee and applying some kind of pain into it, with the pain culminating in intensity when the noise is loudest. And if that weren't enough distraction, they are supplying some kind of undefinable cognitive dissonance, the only description is that I feel "odd" and ill at ease. They have ramped this up while I am reading about alien abduction research. And if it is allowed, I will detail some of it here. There is no telling what I am going to recall any more, as some details are immediately lost, yet another event that never happened before all the harassment began.

And as the keyboard moved some, owing to letting both hands off, the self-returning keyboard surface was moving, and then the overhead squeaking noise started for that fraction of a second. It is unbelievable as to how many of my actions, thoughts and observed detail result in instant noisestalking.

1920h
More glass bottle bashing; this was timed with a body zap and a mini-blackout where I wasn't allowed to see this LCD display for a second or two, as by then I had clicked on the mouse and something very weird was added into the Firefox Bookmark Manager when I had intended a deletion. Now the water noise has been added into this noise flurry along with a next door bathroom visitor who kicked the shared heating vent, which happens about 50% of the time. The obligatory toilet flushing and then the operative is done. And now, a "loose hair" is dangling in my vision field, a common perp pissaround of late. I routinely get 10+" blonde hairs on my carpet, and I don't quite know what their fascination is with hair, save shaving it off the males for predominant skinhead operatives to be readily identified.

2025h
A parade of operatives, this time past my door and into the bathroom, only 3' away or less, on the other side of the wall. As always, they do nothing but stand there in sentry pose (I assume), and then flush the toilet and then bolt out of there. Every so often as I trip across the "noisestalked words du jour", some other noise will also erupt; either the glass bottle bashing act, or an electronic sound of some kind.

And there seems to be some kind of device in the hallway as they often make adjustments to it, making the same noise each time. At a location three residences ago the same noise occured at about the same time of day. I assume if I looked out of my door and into the hallway, the device will just disappear, as this has happened before with actual gangstalkers. Anyhow, some relative quiet for a bit, and then another iteration of noise flurries, masers, plasma display, typo fuckery, smells etc. will erupt.

2050h
I am getting more reading interference; the maser "floater" sits exactly where my right side line of sight is, and follows along as I read. This is extremely annoying and essentially ends my activity and forces me to do something else, like more blogging. The perps have also been putting more momentary colors on this mostly black on white web page. My reading content is about abductions by aliens and military, both of which seem to have much in common with the constant harassment experience that I get. I am not sure which is better. I have a fellow TI, James Marino, to thank for the mention of this site.

In the case of Katharina Wilson, author of Alien Jigsaw, she gets many re-visits and some unpleasant experiences, even rape. At one time she was a college level music student, and in her final year, the aliens appeared to have dithered, or deleted her abilities to feel connected to the music. She knew this was done purposely, though there appears to be no certain reason except "other plans', most of which relate to being re-abducted and re-examined in her adult life. Ms. Wilson details her thoughts on the alien/government involvement as well as the associated overarching mind-control research imperative in her Part 6 of Project Open Mind.

And she posits some interesting questions as to the commonality of the abduction experience and that of mind control, and wonders if they are sides of the same coin. Speaking as a subject on the latter topic, she has it exactly right. Mind control is used to docile and decieve the abduction victims, and much of the alien's pre-2006 research likely focussed on bettering their mind-control abilities. There are other objectives being sought as well; she mentions the incident of yellow diarrhea testing that they put her through. Past readers will find a rich level of content related to taking a shit and the commensurate harassment over this. Or, use the search function in this blog to find out more.

I can say now, especially after 2006, that the perps are 0.001% away from total mind control. As mentioned in past blogs, my tip-off is the consistent pattern of being noisestalked, masered, plasma-ed, etc. should any uncontrolled thoughts come to mind. The reality is that I am getting less and less noisestalking and the rest of it, with the flip side being that this blog is now from a total perp script, and they are allowing me to "stay in character", save situational mind-fucking over recall or other short re-directions that they wish to inflict upon me. (An example is above, being mind planted that today was Saturday when it is Friday).

And I found an interesting passage from the above site, detailing the recollections of an abductee named Lisa,

In September of 1995, Lisa reported a "scene" in her journal. She was being shown a blackboard and a "clean-cut, white male" wrote the word "TEHRAN" on the board and above this word he drew a triangle. The man barked at Lisa, "Don't fall asleep -" and Lisa told him that she wasn't falling asleep, that she was listening and paying attention to him. "The man then drew a line from the word 'TEHRAN' toward the left to signify which direction it will go," Lisa said. Then two or three men came into the room "to get me...they were in business suits...it was the CIA wanting me to do more work for them. I went blank after this."

All I hope is that the current hostage crisis in Iran, (UK Marines were captured and held), is not the incident that brings the above mentioned possibility to happen. (And it is interesting the noisestalking that erupted as I wrote this last paragraph- perhaps this is a setup).

Another observation of Katharina Wilson's is her prediction that the abduction activity will end;

The alien abductions will not continue in perpetuity. There will come a time when they will stop and I believe it will be sooner rather than later; perhaps even within the next ten years.

I concurr, and in doing so, I am adding in the plight of the Targetted Individuals, those who are harassed mercilessly for the nonconsensual experimentation that I, and many others, are being subjected to. I sense the perps have at least one more year of harassment planned for me, and possibly two. Then they will likely leverage this into surveilling and monitoring others for a more complete picture of the "psi energies" of human experience. This would be another three years, which leads to the question, what are they going to do with all this knowlege?

2155h
The assholes are noisestalking me reading literature from the Freedom of Though Foundation, and so I thought it best to cease that and not goad the assholes anymore.

2245h
Time to blog off and hit the hay for another day of freak shows, harassment, enragement, vexation and the rest of the usual.

House Whacking in the Night

1235h
I stayed at my parent's place last night and watch the usual two programs with lots of British accents, a planted theme of the perps. Nothing grating at least.

I was allowed to get to sleep in short order, but was awakened in the night to hear something whacking the house in rythmic fashion. Later I was awakened again to hear my parents talking and for thoughstalking reasons. That is, while thinking about something, one of them would cough or say something, whichever was appropriate at the moment.

1545h
My afternoon tea and chocolate has been cancelled; that is, I have no interest in having the tea even if no chocolate is on hand. The latter is a highly managed food item, and is integral to the perp's brown color problem they inflict on me, and both my usual sources were "out of stock" last week. That includes straight milk chocolate and the variety with added hazelnuts, the permitted alternative. And since I have gone through spells of not even liking the smell of chocolate, I can be sure that the assholes are governing this trait as it fits in with their color planting plans.

And on that note, the usual Monday morning light gold-brown metallic colored sedan that arrives on Mondays was duly parked under my window, per usual. It must be at leas six Mondays in succession, with perhaps one other non-Monday visitation. I even was allowed to convey to the doctor last week about the scheduled Monday-only getting to sleep problems, and he asked why I thought it was happening. I gave him my best answer that Mondays are the day following a stay at my parents' place and that whatever benefits accrue from being harassed and surveilled there are likely being attempted here on the following day, right to the end of it by protraction of my awake time. Anyhow, it was interesting that the perps allowed this nonclinical gem to be supplied to the doctor as usually they have me "forget" anything of this nature in a clinical environment. That is, they don't (usually) want to hear about it, and therefore dither my situational capability in recalling unwanted information.

I read an interesting article in Nexus about transplant patients undergoing personality changes akin to that of the donor. This isn't anything too new as transplants have been going on for over 30 years (heart, lungs, kidneys etc.), except the author makes a statistical inference is that it is not a coincidence. Which is interesting, as somehow the perps might be reading these energies off of organs as well as my brain. That they put at least eight deep burgundy colored vehicles around me in one block of a two lane residental artery suggests that perhaps my heart is their current quest as it is the same color. Then another four of them clustered around me outside this place when I pulled in with my mother's Ford Escape. Then the brother comportment-like gangstalker/"resident" "happened" to walk in front of the vehicle while she was spinning a story about a possible outing next week, before I got out.

It was interesting earlier that my mother was talking about kidneys this morning, as a news story had launched this conversational item. Not that I am any expert, but it did cause me to wonder what the need was.

And it was also interesting that the perps hammered me with vision impairments when I first sat down at the table, whenever I looked across the table at no particular feature. And lo, if my mother didn't sit there, in the center of the location for which I earlier recieved vision impairments. It was the particular view that was impaired, as they backed off if I looked somewhere else.

And it seems that there is a magical scourge that is attacking toilet plungers in my proximity; over the past month the one here, and the one at my parent's place, have taken on a list, and the handles can no longer be kept vertical. Even inanimate objects are taking on a generalized "behavior" in my proximity. No doubt mine will have taken this on when I am allowed to spring it out of storage next month as part of the upcoming move. I am to give my notice this week, and take the plunge that desirable place will come up for rent in the next week. Nothing in the newspaper this past weekend.

And the housing coordinator phoned and asked about my house looking, and I told her nothing yet, and then she goes into raptures about how this was the best time to look as the student's are vacating apartments at term end. Well it so "happened" that is what I told her two weeks ago, when she suggested an April 15 end of tenancy which I was not too keen about. I then proposed the April 30 date, citing the aforementioned student turnover, and I asked for her validation, and she said she didn't know. Now she is singing the praises of an upcoming bountiful choice of availible apartments next weekend, the month-end, owing to the timing of student turnover. It is simply amazing how "my idea" (likely a planted thought) gets replayed back to me in glowing terms from someone who couldn't, or more likely wouldn't, validate it in the first place.

Regular readers will know that there is a component of this harassment called "generated coincidences", aka scenario or dialog setups. That is, a theme will come to mind, and often the words to use, in anticipation of an upcoming event. And when the event arrives, I typically find myself in a conversation where the (planted) thoughts and words are supplied as "my" contribution to the converstation. And other times, the theme is ignored entirely.

An example is the doctor's appointment past week which turned out to be relatively benign and no insulting games and other ruses to get me riled up. But, the week before that, they had me "discover" that the diagnosis of delusions requires some work on the doctor's behalf to ensure these events are not occuring. Well of course no doctor has done any spade work, even if I tell them there are books on gangstalking, and 18k Google hits on the topic, never mind the many web sites. So, the notion was that I would come out swinging in metaphoric terms in the doctor's appointment was planted; I would put the shoe on the other foot, and ask him for his research efforts as to what he had done to be sure that these events were not happening. As it so "happened", the doctor's visit was totally nonconfrontational, and was a cakewalk in that he ducked the issue of provability in advance by saying that he was prescribing medications that help me deal with the experiences I describe. Anyway, life is a constant mind game, some notions are planted to be disregarded, and some are planted to be discussed at length.

And sometimes this presaging of verbal content is managed to the very word, where I use a more obscure word which gets "jumped on" by the designated party, and I have no idea as to why they didn't understand its usage. I explain it, or define the word, and then they are OK with it. As the mind control extends to my vocabulary as of sometime in 2006, I don't worry about it now as it is all programmed exactly to what the script is.

1910h
I just finished commenting to another TI and that started the herd of operatives moving in the adjacent hallway, next door bathroom, loud muffered vehicles outside, the daily fan belt squeaking, again from outside, and the rest of the noisescape. And too, the select, cut and paste actions in Windows makes for a noise flurry as well.

And I read that Anna Nicole Smith died of an accidental overdose of a prescribed substance that conflicted with other medications. I haven't done the homework to know what all of the medications are, but I surely there must of been a contraindication warning from her doctor. And, no less, she travelled with a nurse, and in addition, still somehow ended up with an infection from the hypodermic jab. As always, I am suspicious of all premature celebrity deaths, but as I am not there, I cannot make a call as to what exactly went on. She was an iconic blonde, if over the top, but she had a certain appeal in that she made her own success, even if brazen at times. But I do wonder, is there a certain attrition rate for iconic blonde women? Princess Diana in 1996, Marilyn Munroe in 1962, and none come to mind for the 1970's and 1980's. As I said before, if I were Paris Hilton, I would start to lie low and stay out of the limelight.

2100h
I got up for a drink of water from the gallon jug, which is located near the window. True to form, meaning 95% of the time when at the counter, there was a vehicle slowly cruising by outside, red and white lights glowing, and then it reversed as they often do. Once I got back to my chair, the assholes jabbed me with some kind of internal pain, large intestine area. I assume it all relates to their ass-jabbing activities, and the sensation of shitting undigested straw whenever I get to take a crap. They have no end of interest in all matters related to shit, and have gone to great lengths to make taking a crap an abhorent experience.

2145h
More motorcycle noise from outside; the perps like that long trail-off of sound (or decay) and use both the loud throbbing two cycle motorbikes (Harley Davidsons usually) and the higher revving four stroke typical Japanese motorcycle noise.

I am doing some reading on Alien Jigsaw by Kathrina Wilson which has some articles on mind control as well, and it seems the central question is one of nonconsensual experimentation; by aliens, or by ones own species. In each case, it is a life under duress as the author points out, though she didn't imagine the nature of been totally controlled with the entire city taking part in an ongoing charade, with the central character being kept in the dark as to what is going on, and all support being pulled, or else highly compromised.

Then to top it off, the perps launch into vision impairment activity, designed to stop me reading. But at the same time, they want me online and to flick through web pages for noisestalking coordination and whatever else they do.

For a Monday, this has been a fairly calm evening; I am getting plenty of furnace oil smell jammed up my nose, but not the usual 3 per 5 minutes of room shaking and the hallway jocularity or cell phone activity.

In the ongoing vehicular gangstalking that went on this morning when I drove my mother's Ford Escape to my place, there were the burgundy red vehicles I mentioned, and later in the journey they added a burgundy and sliver-grey combination Smart Car which are all the rage here. It seems that the perps were building a scale of small (Smart Car) to large (vans) of the burgundy color. I have never seen them do this in one journey so obviously, but it goes without saying almost, that I have also been "shown" plenty of motorcycles, sports cars, sedans, dump trucks and others in the range of scale they seem to be attempting for each color of interest.

And in the stupid driving realm, another first today; someone stopped in mid-street, oncoming with the passenger door open, just sitting there and not attempting to pull over to the curb where there was plenty of room. This was facing my parents' place 300m away, and if any traffic had turned from the nearby thoroughfare, they would of slammed into this absurdity. So it seems, that this stunt, looking like bozos gone wild, was carefully arranged for the idiots to pretend to be putzing in mid-road for the few minutes or so that they were in view. It did not surprise me that the vehicle was silver-grey, the most often used reference color, and that of my former Volvo, now driven by my sixteen y.o. daughter who can afford it. How's that for penury?

Time to call this one a wrap, and take on the consideration of tomorrow's events; it is an "outing day", Tuesdays as I go to the so-called "drop-in" center, which for all purposes is a gangstalk center. Last week, morph-overs of my father and brother were the first two fuckers to "greet me", even before I got into the house to sign in. Both these assholes had the same comportment as the respective individuals, hence my interpretation as being morphed-over family members. That they were there first, and before I got in the house suggests that these were the most important gangstalkers of the lot. In my view, both are fucking sick to be taking part in this protracted and vile depravity. I just hope I don't see them in any like form tommorow.