The Perception Deception

08-04-2018
I met a TI today with whom I have had phone contact for perhaps a year. She was stopping by on the way up north. We didn't see eye to eye on the phone, so to speak, but anyway, a seeming legitimate TI.

But just what is it about those I meet, who deny my experiences? The First Feral Family quislings were the first lot, and I roundly trounced them on the details, and all I got was silence, not any kind of further engagement, validation or further interest, let alone empathy as to this tyrannical abuse that I experienced then, somewhat less now. And now, I have met a TI, who suggested more than once in today's personal encounter, suggesting "perhaps it was your perception that ..x... occurred". NO, and NO fucking way. If a 10" square of stiff sheet mu metal crumpled up in my hand as I was holding a corner of it, unbidden by any action on my part, then that is exactly what fucking happened. End of tune. (I could not of crumpled it myself anyhow, even with two hands, because it was too stiff and I would of cut my fingers up). That I was challenged on at least four other unconventional events I experienced and conveyed, answered with the "perhaps it was your perception" line, leads me to think this meeting was one elaborate perp ruse. It is the same line as those wretched sick assed perfidious shills called psychiatrists use, and I am sick fed up of ANYONE telling me that my perceptions are different from my reality. And don't give me this holographic experience bunkum either. All this while the parade of noisy HD motorcycles transited past. Woo hoo.

Another annoyance coming from this TI was the sideways allusion to what I experience daily in the realm of plasma beams, and their repeating patterns, as well as masers, just might have something to do with my ADD medication. NO and NO again. Been there, had it done to me. The Psychopathic terrorists invaded my apartment in Seattle in 04-2002 with a large number of unconventional weapons and exposition of forces, and then later ran me into hospital where they took my very useful (and hard won, no doubt arranged too) medication away and this whole "light show" of electromagnetic phenomenon has not abated since then, and still persists, ADD medication or not. Some 16 years of being forced off my very useful medication, culminating in prostate cancer, which IMHO would never of happened had the assholes left me alone as dopamine mediates the immune system, means that this whole shit show of constantly been kept in maser beams and/or having plasma flashes flitting about proves beyond doubt that it is externally arranged and has nothing to do with any medication whatsoever. (Even two shrinks said I was being harassed).

Just to be clear; my ADD medications (prior to 2002, when all this abuse rained down (or reigned, if you prefer) on me) have absolutely nothing to do with any visual abberations that I see, usually in the form of of plasma beams and masers. After a 16 year long hiatus from them, and only now resumed for only four weeks at a low dose, these electromagnetic light phenomenon have continued, and increased over this 16 year duration. And too, it might well be related to the fact that I am kept in a densified magnetic field, last measured in about 2008-9, when it was 1600 Gauss, when the normal magnetic background field is around 0.5 Gauss. A very large difference.

Hint to all you empathetic wannabes (if there any); if you want to exhibit basic decency to a TI, do NOT ever attempt to deny their experiences, nor make any allusions or insinuations as to it coming from other sources than the TI identifies, and in all likelihood, has spent years experiencing and analyzing. Especially that "all in your head" or "its your perception" bullshit.

As to why I didn't identify and denounce these particular intrigues while speaking with the TI indicates to me that this was a result of externally imposed mind control. As you can tell, I get incensed when I get this denial line, especially from those who don't want to explore the details and do their own analysis. And the extreme lack of analytical interest, let alone thought, is the universal characteristic of all those who somehow have unfounded alternate suggestions or explanations. Hardly a coincidence.

And speaking of masers, those blackish blobs that are aimed at me, the assholes have resumed another of their rarefied idiocies. Every time I use the toilet paper, a maser blob emanates from underneath the paper that I have pulled, perhaps from the roll itself, and passes through the single pulled sheet, and then continues to nail me in the eye, though without harm. They were pulling this particular stunt in the winter this year, and have now resumed it. I have no idea why they are so fixated on ass wipe, but they have been from the start of this abuse-athon since 04-2002, and passing masers from the roll through a single pulled sheet (just before I am about to break it off) is just the latest in this epic and relentless insanity (theirs) that I have been cast into.

For the record, even in 2003, I complained to the shrink during one consult that I am being dithered (not allowed) to break the toilet paper off at the perforation, as there was nearly always a tear into the sheet. When before they struck in their apartment invasion of 04-2002, I had absolutely no problem in separating toilet paper on the perforation. As to why a billion dollar budgeted outfit with alien-like extraconventional technologies has to harass the living piss out of me over my use of ass wipe (as one example of thousands) for over 16 years, I have no idea. Just leave the fuck alone.

08-05-2018
Sunday, and a hot weekend day off, reaching 36C where I went hiking, and tanning. As "usual", the perps messed up my morning so I didn't get to the trailhead until 1130h, a long standing piss off that has gone on for these past 16 years of this abuse-athon. Before they struck, I was nearly always at the trailhead (anywhere) at 0900-1000h. Now, it is nearly noon for crissakes and it just riles the piss out of me that I am not allowed to keep my own good habits. Which of course, messes up the whole tanning schedule I had planned, as it was an hour hike to my particular location.

And I see they put two 1" slashes in my portable cot that I packed in. "Somehow" these appeared underneath me while on the cot, and should they have been caused by a rock, I would of surely felt it. This constant need for the perps to trash, damage and defile any object that I own, especially ones that I like or find useful, goes on unabated.

I am going to call this one done and post it for the week, short as it is.

Back Online

08-13-2010
2120h
I got the PC back and was busy doing many errands today (including getting this PC back), as well as meeting a local TI who is in neck deep on a whistle-blower situation. I am not sure what to make of it, though I am ferrying copied documents from her to a TI gathering I am attending in Nanaimo, BC. This will be the big news that I will report on (below), and it will also include my determinations as to whether they are cooperating or not. Doing the back and forths with a brown beverage in hand is a perp gangstalker trademark writ large, and this has already happened before when the TI was visiting me.

I will have to bury my cynicism over TI activism this get-together will take, as I am not in agreement with this activity for the most part. First, the TI's seem to attach themselves to other dispossessed groups for no other reason, and then it backfires on them when the group is engaged in public mayhem, like at the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver BC. They also go silly on splitting their resources on other causes like chem-trails and privacy and the like, and it is foolish IMHO as it dilutes the TI message. Only the Abductees and the UFO-ologists are similarly disorganized/disrupted.

A brutal week for perp harassment, as the perps escalated their fuckery to keep me enraged most of the time while at my place, and even some at the farm job. Their version of getting me ready for the two day TI get-together maybe. They also improved the lighting in the apartment lobby, and took out one elevator, leaving only one, and me humpfing it up and down six flights of stairs.

And what is with the dudes that are backing up in a public area, or one that is busy? At least three of these events in the past week, and it isn't over yet, as I get to take the train tomorrow.

The first live show, a play of a concert, Hank Williams; the Show He Never Gave was excellent, but what is with the seat banging from behind, some 20x? Fucking outrageous bullshit. Plust they changed the end of the play from when I saw it in 1980 in Vancouver, and made it a straight up concert, and didn't include his sorry end at the age of 30.

Later,. five of them on me when taking out the recyclable garbage, which includes brown boxes. Three unmovable dudes in the elevator as well as two at the lobby, doing the split couple act. That two parcels were picked up today was also exciting for the perps, as they cannot get enough brown color testing on me it seems.

They also had the brown shirts (gangstalkers wearing brown shirts) all over me at the local supermarket while waiting for the (brown) coffee beans to grind through the mill, five at one time, including those who come to look at me and then retrace their steps. All to put their disgusting mug in front of me, the Freakshow of the Unfavored; male skinheads, dreadlocked hair do's, large gutted males, brownshirts, "just standing there" Fuckwits and the rest of the infuriating insane assholes who make gangstalking so much fun to be the focus of.

08-15-2010
2140h
Back from a train trip to Nanaimo, a TI gathering for BC TI's. Seven in total, and a whole lot of talking and then some of what seemed to be feigned or indifferent responses at times. Why cannot I be allowed to engage in a lively and free-form discussion as to what the perp objectives are? I get shut down on this all the time, and I expected better.

And too, the usual pattern of seat and table changing and the rest of the game that I have come to know, and even a "rotation" of some of them to sit beside me. The orange shirt seemed to be a big deal, just as it was on the train, and outside the train with an orange shirted jogger with his small child running beside the train for no fucking reason as it left the station.

Anyhow, two days away, among TI's, and most I had not met, seven in all, and all of them smoked great amounts of cigarettes, even if it was mostly outside, and it just seems that cigarettes is a long standing perp prop; the brown tobacco and the flame near the smoker's face, not to mention the smoke somehow finding me all the time. Anyhow, some sad tales, and it seems that no one is allowed to earn very much, and some are currently attempting to re-carreer, one been driven out of office administration, the daughter of a policeman even. So much for expecting any exceptions from the perps.

There is more I could get into, but I won't for the sake of keeping the TI community free from airing their laundry in public, but I did feel distinctly blown off more than once, even communally. Why cannot a single supported question get discussed and some answers get articulated? I just don't get it. Not to mention the seeming smirks while I am speaking, as if this fucking hell is one big joke on me.

Back to picking daffodil bulbs tomorrow and long days, with the predictable gangstalking and behavioral oddities that make this such a pill. And wearing my re-soled hiking boots, this time with Goodyear rubber soles and not the usual Vibram like I had, with the yellow label in the center. The Goodyear sole has yellow lettering on a blue background, doubtless of extreme importance to the assholes.