05-28-2013
It was me between two near-same avocado colored tops of the women each side of me at yoga yesterday. One even had a near-same avocado sweater that she took off and put down between me and her at the start of class. What is it about avocado green that interests the perps so much? I realize avocado green may have some tonal variations when one cuts open the fruit, but if one sticks with the guacamole color they would have a firm idea as to what the bookends' tops looked like.
Thomas Townsend Brown, a prodigy in gravitic research and the omniplasma continuum (as he called the ether/empty space) often wore avocado green and had an avocado green convertible car for a time. . Though TT Brown was also connected to the dark forces who were keeping technology at bay, and ensuring that the advanced gravity research stayed in the lab and never got out, even now. And I know how often the perps hound me over sun exposures, sunblock use, and play sunlight games in having it filter through trees and heighten the harassment by turning it into a stroboscopic effect .And TT Brown seemed to be also aiding the dark side in his sunbathing skyclad whenever he could
And I had avocado green stitching on my blue colored singlet that I wore at yoga, so now doubt the perps thought there would be some color continuity between me and my yoga mat neighbors.
05-29-2013
Both the N and S adjacent neighbors in this motel suite "happened" to have whining/droning women at 0500h, my regular get-up time. And until now, neither party was up at this time, and both combined for the same early time on the same day with the woman doing most of the talking with the odd male grunt interjected. Bizarre that someone would arrange this.
What is it about oncoming vehicular road traffic centerline encroachements that the perps so desperately arrange? At least two/day for 20 min. of driving each way each day. Sure, there are the centerline straddling gambits with the pickup swinging way too wide to pass a cyclist that is wholly on the shoulder, but I am now getting unabashed, no-excuse Fuckwits driving headon in my lane. And we are talking about two lane streets and secondary arterials. This morning, the left turning vehicle from my right on a crossing street to cut the corner so ridiculously belligerently to pass through where I was just about to stop at the stop sign.
A clunking breakout tonight, along with pounding and vibration from the outside walkway. How is it that the downstairs neighbor can clunk with something most of the evening and have it heard upstairs? While it might be the sound of dishes in the kitchen sink, there is no way it should be half the volume that it is. And no shared heat vents either, as this can be used as an excuse for sound transmission in basement suites.
I looked but the hockey game wasn't on last night. Might this be the just-for-me schedule as the sixth game of San Jose and LA was on alone, no other competing series last night.
The vehicular pit-lamping is getting way too obvious. This is where headlights or some other light source is trained on me. A vehicle was sitting at an intersection at the stop sign and not moving when there was no traffic, all to keep the headlights trained on me, when walking back to my vehicle. Like WTF; this vehicle was sitting at a stop sign to turn either left or right, and there was no through road traffic to cause this vehicle to wait. And yet it did for a full three minutes to keep me "beamed" while walking to my vehicle in the parking lot and still when I drove off.
A forced "forget" on taking may wallet to the LD store tonighte. The Milka bars are back at LD after a six week absence, but I could only buy two with the change I had.
05-30-2013
Pounding and vibration from outside this suite again, this time one foot predominantly heavier than the other, as if a 10kg wieght was attached to a limping foot, (8x passing by in the last 10 min.). Later I find out that the N neighbor is on crutches for whatever reason, and now transits between two suites on a regular basis.
A sudden confluence of activity outside my suite as aI type this; even the manager on was on her phone passing by.
And for the very first time, a deep brown vehicular tail on me for about 10min. of driving. They never let this happen ever, only parked or fleeting glimpses of a deep brown colored vehicle if mobile. Only the tan browns have got much gangstalking transaction in the last year, the perps adventurous enough to put three in file last week, another "first" in recent memory.
And more oncoming traffic lane encroachments; 3x on a one way commute, and at least 1x this am. What is the fucking matter with drivers that there are so many oncoming lane encroachments?
Guacamole was allowed to be eaten for the first time in 1.5 years; it could not be found in this town except for the awful looking red peppers embedded I loathe to no end. (Or more like, the perps make me loathe it). And so, only an hour after dinner, why, an avocado colored vehicle was tailing for 10 minutes.
In keeping with the extra bizarre noise, door whacking with soft thumps of no conventional cause, about one per five seconds or so.
There are way too many internet logon hassles tonight.
I see the perps wiped out my session history in Firefox again, something they do every week or so. I class this is disruption-fucking, as the tabs remind me of what items/interests I have current. The past browser history isn't entirely useful, as some tabs were opened up weeks ago, some a few days. Why cannot one retroactively access the tabs/configurations for each log-out/disconnect? Because it is too easy, and there is no way a TI is going to have anything but managed and constant adversity. And besides, it rhymes with perversity.
05-31-2013
This is the last night in this motel unit before I move tomorrow, and the perps are making the most of it; coordinated coughing, sneezing, throat clearing from three sides and the clunking and vacuuming noises from below. And the noise was increased (louder) so it can get through my earmuffs as I type this.
I see the perps took out the TV volume on a show I wanted to watch tonight, this being a
Friday. A regular show on PBS, and for the last night of having TV (as well), why, the perps blocked the volume. They did this last week for a the weekend news from Global with the way-gorgeous blonde anchor; no volume, therefore no viewing. The CBC News channel is assigned the volume coming from another channel, again, making it pointless to view it. As this channel has lots of documentaries, I really feel I got rooked. Not forgetting that the perps also blocked playing of DVD's via an HDMI cable onto this same 46" TV, not even a year old, about the same as my DVD-Blu-ray deck. The motel staff couldn't get DVD's to play either, so this TV/DVD viewing adversity, including the aforementioned recent audio feed blocking of select channels, has been ramped up this last week.
I will publish this tonight, -05-31-2013 (Friday) as I don't know I will next get online with moving tomorrow and likely connection "problems"
Showing posts with label TV obstruction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label TV obstruction. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
Mid Day Music Meta Data Tagging
1420h
A rare instance of being allowed to edit the meta data, aka "tags", of my music. I thought I had it done in Tag Scanner, but no, MP3 Tag Assistant cannot pick up what is in Tag Scanner. And then someone barfed on the metadata in two songs from one album and cleaned them out. Any new software that is installed, such as the latter tag editor, is a wide open opportunity for creating hassle, obstruction or other dynamic fuckery to stop me from using some features, or else getting features totally wrong. The PC environment was made for perp action; so many ways to do the same thing in Windows, and then again across multiple software from after-market vendors.
Feb 28, 2011
1250h
A stay-over at the First Feral Family house last night, the Oscars were on and lo, what happened at the critical juncture when Speilberg was introducing the ten nominees? Why, after the first film trailer was shown, the next film appeared to be some kind of cartoon, which I assumed was a nominee and part of the Oscar show, but using the current/trendy "no intro" approach and splicing them together. But no as it turned out; this was made to look like a glitch on the part of the cable TV signal supplier and they flipped the feed to another channel, showing a Bart Simpson like show instead. I didn't find out who won the Best Film until this morning when my mother told me she heard it on the clock radio. And strangely, I couldn't find out on the news that followed, none of them reported on the Best Picture.
And a major insane gangstalking show on the city bus, aka, mobile gangstalking platform. The assholes must of put on a perps-only bus for me it seemed, already at standing room (more than 25 passengers) when I got on early in its route. Then a near-wholesale flush of passengers at the next bus stop, this at 1100h on a Monday for crissakes. The negro act was there, and then he and the others departed at the next stop, and I get window seat on the lower deck, and a greyscale dressed dude slid over on the upper deck so he could be over me, from behind. And as the door was across the aisle from the back door, it wasn't too much of a surprise to see the back door opening needlessly at every stop, even if no passengers getting off. Been there, done that, and why to the drivers keep doing this, even on sub-zero snow blowing days?
And it seems a negro campaign has been launched yesterday; one dressed in red anorak and with the red hood tied up tight to his face, in true perp face-abating games. Another in green on the opposite side of the street, "happening" to be there when the bus arrived. The red-hoodied negro tailed me onto the bus, where on board, two more negroes were stationed, one at each end of the bench seat at the rear, and I was in the transverse seats only 3' away from one of them. The rear bench seat is my favorite place to sit, so I don't have some Fuckwit breathing down my neck and faces forward, and here was a negro in each of these two seats. And lo, if they didn't have a parade of Caucasian Fuckwits sit in the center seat, centered between the negroes, one male, one female. So it would seem, that the perps were doing a "between the seated negroes" test for the city bus trip to the First Feral Family house, some 30 minute bus trip. Funny that no other passengers sat between the negroes, only one at a time was allowed. Opposite, I had the the three dudes, one doing extensive open crotch spreading for the cause, a habit that has erupted since the perps went overt/beserk in 2002. And all the time, the background of dude chat, one of the signature sounds the perps like to hound me with, even in my own apartment.
I had my aquamarine blue umbrella with me when outbound yesterday, as it was raining considerably. It seem that the perps need to test me more often with this umbrella over me, and so it might be a wet spring with lots of umbrella time. The perps have put on plenty of umbrella bearing gangstalkers, and one of their stunts is to darken down the face of the umbrella holder, putting them in a deep dark shadow even if the umbrella isn't black or any greyscale color.
Today's bus inbound bus trip begat me a male red dressed gangstalker who sat beside me for some 20 minutes of the bus trip, which represents an escalation in the red dressed gangstalking, putting them so close to me for so long. Maybe the perps will let me wear red by the end of this harassment year. Imagine, hounding the living shit (literally) out of a victim for over nine years (after 04-2011) just over the fact that he doesn't like red, and needing to covertly plant red around him. Once off the bus, why, the "red-stalking" continued on the street, and they even put a redcoat as seen through the window of a store, the Fuckwit doing a bendover as well, all in the guise as appearing as a prospective TV shopping customer. The "piece de resistance", was a dude at the crosswalk wearing a red and yellow toque, a color combination that seems to particularly bedevil the perps, and which I loathe more than red alone. Not my problem; if I don't like certain colors, and combinations of colors, why am I besieged with insane gangstalkers and all manner of extra-conventional abuse over this for almost nine years now? Just more basic perp abusive insanity if you ask me.
Other BS at the FFF house and my perp-abetting mother was that they put on a detective show last night, a series from the UK was showing. And interestingly, the perps had her in the kitchen for the finale, when the principal antagonist gets gunned down in his house. This too, having the FFF abetting mother arranged to be a distance of some 12' away and in another room at the perp managed "death moment", onscreen in this case, represents seeming progress for the assholes to remotely detect whatever psychic fields they are looking to detect. In other words, my mother is acting as an abetting bio-field detector, and given that there is a strong distance-dependence component to their remote detection games, it would seem that this represents an advance in distance dependence detection methods in their remote detection games.
When one is contained in a densified magnetic field, measured over 1600 Gauss in 2009, one can be sure that anything is possible. Other TI's have reported being kept in a whitish glow that is only detectable when a photograph is taken of the TI, as they cannot see it. I have seen a glow around my shadow when sitting at the bus stop and observing my shadow crossing the white reflective painted shoulder line, so I would not be surprised if there was a plasmic whitish glow around me everywhere I go. And funny, no one has ever said anything. And funny, I only learned about this and put it together in the past few months.
Another screaming rage show erupted over Quicken and a new degraded function; it will now not import files from the hard drive after being downloaded from my bank. I did this to prevent the screw-ups that were erupting from direct bank downloads, but all of a sudden, it seems that this is the only option. Funny how the same software, and one that isn't updated online, can suddenly lose basic functionality all by itself. Not only have the perps stopped me from getting one with the month end accounting, "missing" January as well, but they have gone and messed up with how I get my files, exposing me to "runaway features" that they surely managed for the last time I attempted a direct Quicken link to my bank account online. More of the "new features", and I predict, this will be "happening" more often in 2011.
1705h
A big coughing and spluttering eruption outside my apartment door a few minutes ago, with the usual adroit timing. I had just linked to a site that the link text indicated was a tour of a data center, and the link shows this picture of a ship. At first glance I thought it was a bogus and spoofed link, like many I get, but no, this was a seismic survey ship and it collects large volumes of data in doing its studies. And so, while the initial spoof-thought, and then the realization it wasn't a spoof but a legit data center application, this very loud coughing and spluttering erupts outside my door. And of note, I had my hearing protection on, and the noise should of been highly attenuated, but "for some reason" it wasn't, hence why I say this was loud (if it were for real). Just another example of the strange and bizarre stunts that go on, and not forgetting that human and animal sounds are processed in the amygdala part of the brain for emotional content, and why, that is where the seat of psychic energy processing is also thought to reside. Interesting isn't it?
2400h
I got "forgetted" out of doing CD ripping tonight, something I had intended to do, as the sickos wanted me to focus on reviewing bookmarks of my stereo section, specifically wires and cables, and clean up the dead links and all. And of course they reminded me that many of the cable sheathing looking like snakes and snake skin, especially the lurid colored ones. And could this be an emulation/re-enactment of past subconscious traumatization associations where they wiped out my conscious recall? According to Carol Rutz in her book, (and here) who does remember these events when she was a child in the 1950's, she was sent to Montreal in the 1950's to meet the all-time pyschiatric abuser of peacetime, Dr. Ewan Cameron, originally from Scotland, who had a box of snakes into which he put her. And no less, she was injected with curare to immobilize her muscles so she couldn't do anything. And guess what, I was there in Montreal in 1956-57 and 1958-59, and I had 99% of my recall wiped out. So what happened to me then and why do I also get plenty of Scottish accented Fuckwits hounding my ass?
Its late, a haircut tomorrow, always a big perp event, and time to blog off.
A rare instance of being allowed to edit the meta data, aka "tags", of my music. I thought I had it done in Tag Scanner, but no, MP3 Tag Assistant cannot pick up what is in Tag Scanner. And then someone barfed on the metadata in two songs from one album and cleaned them out. Any new software that is installed, such as the latter tag editor, is a wide open opportunity for creating hassle, obstruction or other dynamic fuckery to stop me from using some features, or else getting features totally wrong. The PC environment was made for perp action; so many ways to do the same thing in Windows, and then again across multiple software from after-market vendors.
Feb 28, 2011
1250h
A stay-over at the First Feral Family house last night, the Oscars were on and lo, what happened at the critical juncture when Speilberg was introducing the ten nominees? Why, after the first film trailer was shown, the next film appeared to be some kind of cartoon, which I assumed was a nominee and part of the Oscar show, but using the current/trendy "no intro" approach and splicing them together. But no as it turned out; this was made to look like a glitch on the part of the cable TV signal supplier and they flipped the feed to another channel, showing a Bart Simpson like show instead. I didn't find out who won the Best Film until this morning when my mother told me she heard it on the clock radio. And strangely, I couldn't find out on the news that followed, none of them reported on the Best Picture.
And a major insane gangstalking show on the city bus, aka, mobile gangstalking platform. The assholes must of put on a perps-only bus for me it seemed, already at standing room (more than 25 passengers) when I got on early in its route. Then a near-wholesale flush of passengers at the next bus stop, this at 1100h on a Monday for crissakes. The negro act was there, and then he and the others departed at the next stop, and I get window seat on the lower deck, and a greyscale dressed dude slid over on the upper deck so he could be over me, from behind. And as the door was across the aisle from the back door, it wasn't too much of a surprise to see the back door opening needlessly at every stop, even if no passengers getting off. Been there, done that, and why to the drivers keep doing this, even on sub-zero snow blowing days?
And it seems a negro campaign has been launched yesterday; one dressed in red anorak and with the red hood tied up tight to his face, in true perp face-abating games. Another in green on the opposite side of the street, "happening" to be there when the bus arrived. The red-hoodied negro tailed me onto the bus, where on board, two more negroes were stationed, one at each end of the bench seat at the rear, and I was in the transverse seats only 3' away from one of them. The rear bench seat is my favorite place to sit, so I don't have some Fuckwit breathing down my neck and faces forward, and here was a negro in each of these two seats. And lo, if they didn't have a parade of Caucasian Fuckwits sit in the center seat, centered between the negroes, one male, one female. So it would seem, that the perps were doing a "between the seated negroes" test for the city bus trip to the First Feral Family house, some 30 minute bus trip. Funny that no other passengers sat between the negroes, only one at a time was allowed. Opposite, I had the the three dudes, one doing extensive open crotch spreading for the cause, a habit that has erupted since the perps went overt/beserk in 2002. And all the time, the background of dude chat, one of the signature sounds the perps like to hound me with, even in my own apartment.
I had my aquamarine blue umbrella with me when outbound yesterday, as it was raining considerably. It seem that the perps need to test me more often with this umbrella over me, and so it might be a wet spring with lots of umbrella time. The perps have put on plenty of umbrella bearing gangstalkers, and one of their stunts is to darken down the face of the umbrella holder, putting them in a deep dark shadow even if the umbrella isn't black or any greyscale color.
Today's bus inbound bus trip begat me a male red dressed gangstalker who sat beside me for some 20 minutes of the bus trip, which represents an escalation in the red dressed gangstalking, putting them so close to me for so long. Maybe the perps will let me wear red by the end of this harassment year. Imagine, hounding the living shit (literally) out of a victim for over nine years (after 04-2011) just over the fact that he doesn't like red, and needing to covertly plant red around him. Once off the bus, why, the "red-stalking" continued on the street, and they even put a redcoat as seen through the window of a store, the Fuckwit doing a bendover as well, all in the guise as appearing as a prospective TV shopping customer. The "piece de resistance", was a dude at the crosswalk wearing a red and yellow toque, a color combination that seems to particularly bedevil the perps, and which I loathe more than red alone. Not my problem; if I don't like certain colors, and combinations of colors, why am I besieged with insane gangstalkers and all manner of extra-conventional abuse over this for almost nine years now? Just more basic perp abusive insanity if you ask me.
Other BS at the FFF house and my perp-abetting mother was that they put on a detective show last night, a series from the UK was showing. And interestingly, the perps had her in the kitchen for the finale, when the principal antagonist gets gunned down in his house. This too, having the FFF abetting mother arranged to be a distance of some 12' away and in another room at the perp managed "death moment", onscreen in this case, represents seeming progress for the assholes to remotely detect whatever psychic fields they are looking to detect. In other words, my mother is acting as an abetting bio-field detector, and given that there is a strong distance-dependence component to their remote detection games, it would seem that this represents an advance in distance dependence detection methods in their remote detection games.
When one is contained in a densified magnetic field, measured over 1600 Gauss in 2009, one can be sure that anything is possible. Other TI's have reported being kept in a whitish glow that is only detectable when a photograph is taken of the TI, as they cannot see it. I have seen a glow around my shadow when sitting at the bus stop and observing my shadow crossing the white reflective painted shoulder line, so I would not be surprised if there was a plasmic whitish glow around me everywhere I go. And funny, no one has ever said anything. And funny, I only learned about this and put it together in the past few months.
Another screaming rage show erupted over Quicken and a new degraded function; it will now not import files from the hard drive after being downloaded from my bank. I did this to prevent the screw-ups that were erupting from direct bank downloads, but all of a sudden, it seems that this is the only option. Funny how the same software, and one that isn't updated online, can suddenly lose basic functionality all by itself. Not only have the perps stopped me from getting one with the month end accounting, "missing" January as well, but they have gone and messed up with how I get my files, exposing me to "runaway features" that they surely managed for the last time I attempted a direct Quicken link to my bank account online. More of the "new features", and I predict, this will be "happening" more often in 2011.
1705h
A big coughing and spluttering eruption outside my apartment door a few minutes ago, with the usual adroit timing. I had just linked to a site that the link text indicated was a tour of a data center, and the link shows this picture of a ship. At first glance I thought it was a bogus and spoofed link, like many I get, but no, this was a seismic survey ship and it collects large volumes of data in doing its studies. And so, while the initial spoof-thought, and then the realization it wasn't a spoof but a legit data center application, this very loud coughing and spluttering erupts outside my door. And of note, I had my hearing protection on, and the noise should of been highly attenuated, but "for some reason" it wasn't, hence why I say this was loud (if it were for real). Just another example of the strange and bizarre stunts that go on, and not forgetting that human and animal sounds are processed in the amygdala part of the brain for emotional content, and why, that is where the seat of psychic energy processing is also thought to reside. Interesting isn't it?
2400h
I got "forgetted" out of doing CD ripping tonight, something I had intended to do, as the sickos wanted me to focus on reviewing bookmarks of my stereo section, specifically wires and cables, and clean up the dead links and all. And of course they reminded me that many of the cable sheathing looking like snakes and snake skin, especially the lurid colored ones. And could this be an emulation/re-enactment of past subconscious traumatization associations where they wiped out my conscious recall? According to Carol Rutz in her book, (and here) who does remember these events when she was a child in the 1950's, she was sent to Montreal in the 1950's to meet the all-time pyschiatric abuser of peacetime, Dr. Ewan Cameron, originally from Scotland, who had a box of snakes into which he put her. And no less, she was injected with curare to immobilize her muscles so she couldn't do anything. And guess what, I was there in Montreal in 1956-57 and 1958-59, and I had 99% of my recall wiped out. So what happened to me then and why do I also get plenty of Scottish accented Fuckwits hounding my ass?
Its late, a haircut tomorrow, always a big perp event, and time to blog off.
Monday, January 24, 2011
On With Pruning
1610h
I can always count on landscaping pruning to be big perp attractant, and so it was today. It was today, after doing the hydrangeas at the First Feral Family house, as the rain came on, shortening the time permitted and then giving me availible time to make a sortie to the local mall to get a resume faxed. Talk about silly, the amount of vehicular gangstalking in spades, some 50 or more grayscale color vehicles in the first half mile of suburbia with the odd navy blue in the mix, and then the dude-force once I was parked, raining heavier by then. And they had me "miss" my turn, and vacated the street so I could turn in mid-road and return to the same intersection making a left instead of the right turn if they hadn't dithered me. By then, many more hundreds of vehicles were in place on the four lane thoroughfare, McKenzie at Gordon Head Rd. And at four jaywalking hoodie dudes, all supposedly independently traversing the intersection also arrived as part of the gangstalking panalopy. More vehicular activity erupted when I exited the office shop, and then the "big browns' were also moving about in the too tight parking lot.
2005h
Back to online action after reading Saturday's newspaper on Monday, today. I don't know what the perps get from this exercise, but they are cautious to make sure I don't purchase a newspaper each Saturday, and also that I skip-read sections of it, especially if Unfavored Fugly pictures are next to articles I would ordinarily read in full. Talking up the multicultural nonsense seemed to be part of the drift, not to mention all those baubles in the ads I have no hope of acquiring, should I have the interest in the first place. Just keeping this PC running will be a $500 exercise by the time it is done. I ordered a new power supply, and will need to have it put in, as the perps don't like me to do my own PC repairs, turning me into a fumbling wreck just for the occasion.
Which means, getting some income soon, which means at this time of year, going daffodil picking and getting paid by the buch, $0.20/bunch of 10. They only let me do two weeks of it before we locals were all laid off last year, and the horde of 60 import Mexicans worked on picking for the next few months. But I see the perps had me purchase cashews last week, one of my typical break-time foods, and I see my mother had a potted daffodil in the house today, so it looks like it is going to be another horticultural year of earnings, such as they are.
And too, they had me acquire my father's unused old laminated steel knife from my mother's place, to replace the same knife that I lost (also formerly his) because they screwed me into "forgetting" where I left it. The foreman was headed in that direction and I asked her to retrieve it for me, and she "forgot" too. I had a spare knife, and used it for a few days before the show was shut down, per above mentioned layoff.
The perps have revitalized their interest in knives, and knife sharpening today. I also came across some one sided razor blades as well as the knife, and when I walked through the dude gauntlet at the front of the building and got into my apartment, I washed up one of the razor blades to be used in a low angle scraper to clean up perp paint spots that arrive in the night. As soon as I finished setting the razor in its mount, a sudden need to take a crap came on, and so that had to be dealt with, plunging and shower and all.
Later I honed the knife with the same diamond file I used last year, and apart from drilling a hole in the handle to put a loop through, it is ready for daffodil flower cutting. I can hardly wait. And too, I have one lime green bootlace remaining from last year, the same ribbon I used then. So here we have the same make, model and steel of knife, the same diamond file honing/sharpening, and the same material and color for the loop ribbon as last year, all in readiness to undertake the same yellow flower cutting toil in the fields as last year. Maybe they will let me more deft fingered so I can cut more flowers and make extra coin to defray these expensive PC repairs they laid on me. But it does go to show how far ahead the perps are planning, and to what level of detail. With the big question as to whether they will steal my knife again, so they can compare the energetics of using different kinds of knife edges; the Swedish laminated steel (unusual nowadays, except for expensive kitchen knives) or a more modern day mild steel. Who knows, and I care even less.
And it is a No Yellow Medication Intake Day today, as it is most Sunday night stayovers at the First Feral Family house, and sure enough, the infernal DHL courier trucks in gaudy yellow and red signage were out on the gangtalking trail today. Then two big yellow school buses were on my tail for the aforementioned driving Mackenzie today, one next or behind me, and then another some 100' back. Just to think, that the daffodil picking will also entail pickups in a yellow school bus. And that this scenario is identical to last year should it come to pass. At least the currency isn't yellow.
And watching the ice skating last night, the Canadian championships, held here locally for the second year running. The perps were up to their pixellization games, freezing the skater in mid-program and then laying on some coarse pixels in black, white and their sweater color over top of the skater. And lo, if this didn't "happen" for most of the skaters. Now tell me, if one gets a glitchy digital signal, does it happen over top of the central object of the picture each time? Only in TI World can that "happen" and these tactical TV pixel glitches have an unerring ability to dither persons or faces, especially at their eyes. Go figure.
Other momentous perp event must of been yesterday's inaugural use of the coffee grinder I got for Christmas. The first time I have had self-ground coffee for over ten years, and they made sure the grinder sat unused for a month as I had plenty of store purchased ground coffee on hand. The first thing the perps did is have two coffee messes erupt from no seen cause, one on each counter, 90 degrees offset. I don't know how these messes arrived, as I took exceptional care that it didn't happen because I know they will exploit every possible event to create one. So I was fucking pissed over this, and they have me poised to chuck the grinder out for their mess games.
Yesterday afternoon, instead of the First Feral Family tea-time we had tea at the ex's place with out daughter present, so I can assume this too was all about gangstalking the TI Victim with different coffee in him, having it burr ground at home instead of purchased ground. The in-store coffee grinding ended a few months before, as the assholes kept sabotaging it to make another mess. Apparently, it wasn't enough that they had their Fuckwits in full flight around me while the brown coffee beans were being milled, so they had to fuck me over some more and have all three grinders in the store go glitchy and make coffee messes. So then, they allowed me to find the pre-ground coffee, as somehow I had missed seeing it for the previous two years, and that was working just fine until yesterday when another round of coffee messes started up, this time arriving from nowhere and on the first day of using the new burr grinder. I am sure the brown coffee battles have a long way to go yet, and it may well entail chucking the grinder for the simplicity of pre-ground coffee, assuming they won't constrict the supply or my cognition in seeing it in the store. Yet another asinine battle ground with the perps that was evident from early on in the overt/beserk stage, and ranks up there with Cling Wrap handling in terms of consistency and relentlessnes. Who would ever believe a limitlessly funded secret agency would be fucking over innocent citizens over the color of their coffee, where it came from, how it was ground and made for close to nine years and counting? And that they have legions of gangstalking Fuckwits parading the streets everytime when I am out, packing their coffee as card carrying members of the Coffee Corps? And now, on the city bus no less. Stupid and stupider.
But the perps have had a long standing pre-occupation with the color brown; when they invaded my apartment in 04-15-2002 they put on brown plasma displays that caused me to collapse in a heap. Five days later, while driving at 0500h on the I-5 N. of Seattle, they banked a brown plasma beam off the inside of my glasses and the same thing happened, I started to slide down in the seat as I hadn't the ability to keep myself up. Just then, a vehicle of four adults came up beside me and some kind of jolt was applied to me and stopped me from collapsing in the driver's seat. Which causes me to wonder how many vehicle accidents have been created in this manner, or was my brown plasma flash experience unique to me? I don't know, but they also plugged up my toilet with a balloon during the invasion, and I had to get a plumber's snake to unclog it, and taking a shit has been a high risk experience ever since. Not my problem, so why am I hounded by the brown-clowns everywhere I go?
And am I the only person who gets a Purolator tracking number and then gets the response that they don't have the number? Does the litany of insane trivial obsessional Fuckover games ever end? Just fucking bizarre to say the least, but since the overt/beserk harassment started I have all manner of odd parcel delivery events; not knowing that it was shipped and having the courier unexpectedly arriving, the parcels that stay in one place for a week, the parcels that the manager accepts on my behalf and doesn't tell me about for a week and only responds when I complain to the courier, the no-notice deliveries where no notice of the delivery was provided and having me find out via the tracking number, and so it goes. Constant intervention and fucking around over parcel delivery, and I won't get into the brown box color games that go with this stupid game, yet another one to join coffee mess and Cling Wrap as three of the Most Stupid Perp Obsession and Disruption Themes going.
2130h
Am I getting spoofed again? I had 22 Facebook messages today when I first went online, and another ten trickled in later. I don't have a Facebook account and I have not "friended" anyone, and haven't responded to any requests, and yet I get this spamming all the same. Any idea how that can happen?
2225h
More music listening tonight, and that is when this PC starts slowing down. Downloads too, when they weren't ever much of a problem before. Soo... not something a PSU would fix is my take on it. But I wanted the Seasonic 460W Fanless PSU so bad, (read, perp planted notion), that any excuse will do.
Anyhow, time to blog off and contemplate how long they are going to keep me up tonight, lying in bed awake, per usual Monday night post-FFF visitation.
I can always count on landscaping pruning to be big perp attractant, and so it was today. It was today, after doing the hydrangeas at the First Feral Family house, as the rain came on, shortening the time permitted and then giving me availible time to make a sortie to the local mall to get a resume faxed. Talk about silly, the amount of vehicular gangstalking in spades, some 50 or more grayscale color vehicles in the first half mile of suburbia with the odd navy blue in the mix, and then the dude-force once I was parked, raining heavier by then. And they had me "miss" my turn, and vacated the street so I could turn in mid-road and return to the same intersection making a left instead of the right turn if they hadn't dithered me. By then, many more hundreds of vehicles were in place on the four lane thoroughfare, McKenzie at Gordon Head Rd. And at four jaywalking hoodie dudes, all supposedly independently traversing the intersection also arrived as part of the gangstalking panalopy. More vehicular activity erupted when I exited the office shop, and then the "big browns' were also moving about in the too tight parking lot.
2005h
Back to online action after reading Saturday's newspaper on Monday, today. I don't know what the perps get from this exercise, but they are cautious to make sure I don't purchase a newspaper each Saturday, and also that I skip-read sections of it, especially if Unfavored Fugly pictures are next to articles I would ordinarily read in full. Talking up the multicultural nonsense seemed to be part of the drift, not to mention all those baubles in the ads I have no hope of acquiring, should I have the interest in the first place. Just keeping this PC running will be a $500 exercise by the time it is done. I ordered a new power supply, and will need to have it put in, as the perps don't like me to do my own PC repairs, turning me into a fumbling wreck just for the occasion.
Which means, getting some income soon, which means at this time of year, going daffodil picking and getting paid by the buch, $0.20/bunch of 10. They only let me do two weeks of it before we locals were all laid off last year, and the horde of 60 import Mexicans worked on picking for the next few months. But I see the perps had me purchase cashews last week, one of my typical break-time foods, and I see my mother had a potted daffodil in the house today, so it looks like it is going to be another horticultural year of earnings, such as they are.
And too, they had me acquire my father's unused old laminated steel knife from my mother's place, to replace the same knife that I lost (also formerly his) because they screwed me into "forgetting" where I left it. The foreman was headed in that direction and I asked her to retrieve it for me, and she "forgot" too. I had a spare knife, and used it for a few days before the show was shut down, per above mentioned layoff.
The perps have revitalized their interest in knives, and knife sharpening today. I also came across some one sided razor blades as well as the knife, and when I walked through the dude gauntlet at the front of the building and got into my apartment, I washed up one of the razor blades to be used in a low angle scraper to clean up perp paint spots that arrive in the night. As soon as I finished setting the razor in its mount, a sudden need to take a crap came on, and so that had to be dealt with, plunging and shower and all.
Later I honed the knife with the same diamond file I used last year, and apart from drilling a hole in the handle to put a loop through, it is ready for daffodil flower cutting. I can hardly wait. And too, I have one lime green bootlace remaining from last year, the same ribbon I used then. So here we have the same make, model and steel of knife, the same diamond file honing/sharpening, and the same material and color for the loop ribbon as last year, all in readiness to undertake the same yellow flower cutting toil in the fields as last year. Maybe they will let me more deft fingered so I can cut more flowers and make extra coin to defray these expensive PC repairs they laid on me. But it does go to show how far ahead the perps are planning, and to what level of detail. With the big question as to whether they will steal my knife again, so they can compare the energetics of using different kinds of knife edges; the Swedish laminated steel (unusual nowadays, except for expensive kitchen knives) or a more modern day mild steel. Who knows, and I care even less.
And it is a No Yellow Medication Intake Day today, as it is most Sunday night stayovers at the First Feral Family house, and sure enough, the infernal DHL courier trucks in gaudy yellow and red signage were out on the gangtalking trail today. Then two big yellow school buses were on my tail for the aforementioned driving Mackenzie today, one next or behind me, and then another some 100' back. Just to think, that the daffodil picking will also entail pickups in a yellow school bus. And that this scenario is identical to last year should it come to pass. At least the currency isn't yellow.
And watching the ice skating last night, the Canadian championships, held here locally for the second year running. The perps were up to their pixellization games, freezing the skater in mid-program and then laying on some coarse pixels in black, white and their sweater color over top of the skater. And lo, if this didn't "happen" for most of the skaters. Now tell me, if one gets a glitchy digital signal, does it happen over top of the central object of the picture each time? Only in TI World can that "happen" and these tactical TV pixel glitches have an unerring ability to dither persons or faces, especially at their eyes. Go figure.
Other momentous perp event must of been yesterday's inaugural use of the coffee grinder I got for Christmas. The first time I have had self-ground coffee for over ten years, and they made sure the grinder sat unused for a month as I had plenty of store purchased ground coffee on hand. The first thing the perps did is have two coffee messes erupt from no seen cause, one on each counter, 90 degrees offset. I don't know how these messes arrived, as I took exceptional care that it didn't happen because I know they will exploit every possible event to create one. So I was fucking pissed over this, and they have me poised to chuck the grinder out for their mess games.
Yesterday afternoon, instead of the First Feral Family tea-time we had tea at the ex's place with out daughter present, so I can assume this too was all about gangstalking the TI Victim with different coffee in him, having it burr ground at home instead of purchased ground. The in-store coffee grinding ended a few months before, as the assholes kept sabotaging it to make another mess. Apparently, it wasn't enough that they had their Fuckwits in full flight around me while the brown coffee beans were being milled, so they had to fuck me over some more and have all three grinders in the store go glitchy and make coffee messes. So then, they allowed me to find the pre-ground coffee, as somehow I had missed seeing it for the previous two years, and that was working just fine until yesterday when another round of coffee messes started up, this time arriving from nowhere and on the first day of using the new burr grinder. I am sure the brown coffee battles have a long way to go yet, and it may well entail chucking the grinder for the simplicity of pre-ground coffee, assuming they won't constrict the supply or my cognition in seeing it in the store. Yet another asinine battle ground with the perps that was evident from early on in the overt/beserk stage, and ranks up there with Cling Wrap handling in terms of consistency and relentlessnes. Who would ever believe a limitlessly funded secret agency would be fucking over innocent citizens over the color of their coffee, where it came from, how it was ground and made for close to nine years and counting? And that they have legions of gangstalking Fuckwits parading the streets everytime when I am out, packing their coffee as card carrying members of the Coffee Corps? And now, on the city bus no less. Stupid and stupider.
But the perps have had a long standing pre-occupation with the color brown; when they invaded my apartment in 04-15-2002 they put on brown plasma displays that caused me to collapse in a heap. Five days later, while driving at 0500h on the I-5 N. of Seattle, they banked a brown plasma beam off the inside of my glasses and the same thing happened, I started to slide down in the seat as I hadn't the ability to keep myself up. Just then, a vehicle of four adults came up beside me and some kind of jolt was applied to me and stopped me from collapsing in the driver's seat. Which causes me to wonder how many vehicle accidents have been created in this manner, or was my brown plasma flash experience unique to me? I don't know, but they also plugged up my toilet with a balloon during the invasion, and I had to get a plumber's snake to unclog it, and taking a shit has been a high risk experience ever since. Not my problem, so why am I hounded by the brown-clowns everywhere I go?
And am I the only person who gets a Purolator tracking number and then gets the response that they don't have the number? Does the litany of insane trivial obsessional Fuckover games ever end? Just fucking bizarre to say the least, but since the overt/beserk harassment started I have all manner of odd parcel delivery events; not knowing that it was shipped and having the courier unexpectedly arriving, the parcels that stay in one place for a week, the parcels that the manager accepts on my behalf and doesn't tell me about for a week and only responds when I complain to the courier, the no-notice deliveries where no notice of the delivery was provided and having me find out via the tracking number, and so it goes. Constant intervention and fucking around over parcel delivery, and I won't get into the brown box color games that go with this stupid game, yet another one to join coffee mess and Cling Wrap as three of the Most Stupid Perp Obsession and Disruption Themes going.
2130h
Am I getting spoofed again? I had 22 Facebook messages today when I first went online, and another ten trickled in later. I don't have a Facebook account and I have not "friended" anyone, and haven't responded to any requests, and yet I get this spamming all the same. Any idea how that can happen?
2225h
More music listening tonight, and that is when this PC starts slowing down. Downloads too, when they weren't ever much of a problem before. Soo... not something a PSU would fix is my take on it. But I wanted the Seasonic 460W Fanless PSU so bad, (read, perp planted notion), that any excuse will do.
Anyhow, time to blog off and contemplate how long they are going to keep me up tonight, lying in bed awake, per usual Monday night post-FFF visitation.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Too Much to Blog About
2130h
A busy day today, and I am only getting started now to blog about it, so it all won't get done, and I will continue this posting, or resume with story telling in tomorrow's posting.
I just had a meeting with a supposed local TI, the first such in over six years of making this vile life rape known. (And the sirens have come to join me while I blog, now on the third cascade.) I am not convinced she was legit, and there were plenty of oddities in her story, never mind having the perp's favorite portable color reference object in hand, a 9"x12" yellow colored envelope in her hand the entire time, unsealed even. It was about 40 minutes of conversing on a brown plastic wood bench in a covered courtyard, outside the public library which she said would be open, but wasn't. She gets aerial surveillance and some vehicular surveillance as far as I can tell, not the same level of my profound distortion of conventional reality and relentless mindfuck games. We were about to depart and go our separate ways when a blonde woman exited the adjacent building and "happened" to know the woman TI I was talking to. Another one of those managed "Cheers" events, which was a little too rich for my probability meter. OK, it was a setup, all for having me sit on brown plastic bench for 40 minutes at nightime, under glass and near plenty of red-brown brick, as a setup prior to me returning to my place and having tea and chocolate, albeit a much deeper color of brown.
She seemed to have a Germanic accent in speaking English, and was also slipping in plenty of didactic (noise of excessive street barfing from outside as I type this), statements about "you should do....". Fuck you, I don't need to hear this from anyone, especially a newbie who has at least an order of magnitude less harassment than I do. I got her didactic treatment for medications I take, getting a gaussmeter (been there, done that), become an activist by soliciting for TI's in this town (social isolation is complete, so why change it?), getting binoculars to see her aircraft borne harassors (not mine, hers), and a few others along the way. That must be straight from the perp manual on How To Piss Me Off. My perp abetting father is didactic, and I have no fucking time for anyone to tell me what to do if they don't collaboratively engage with my experiences. And who knows, perhaps there are deeper reasons going back to the lost years of ages 2 to 5, where there is no recall, (purged IMHO) save some sketchy recollections from living in Montreal in 1956 to 1957.
There was some limited gangstalking while we were talking, the most evident being a dude some 50' away, walking toward us, and he had a Caucasian skin toned brown toque on and had his head tipped down, displaying the top of his head. When I first looked I could not make out where his face was, as the touque looked skin colored, and I am sure the perps dithered my perception to "not recognize" what was really happening. So, after a few seconds of stunned gazing at this indeterminate being, he picks his head up and looks forward for me to see that he had a perfectly normal human face, all the more identifiable by wearing dark framed glasses. Just another fucking little game, a whole three seconds of fuckery related to foiling my ability to recognize a face from that distance.
I stayed at the home of the First Feral Family last night after watching Global TV Vancouver news, 60 Minutes, Doc Martin and New Tricks, followed by the CBC news and then the last half hour of a documentary about Tommy Chong, of Cheech and Chong, and his travails in jail. He got 9 months incarceration, and was the celebrity there with many of the inmates mugging for pictures with him. It made for good comedic fodder afterwards.
And I am getting aware that some of the above TV programs are becoming more "involved" or aligned with harassment themes and activities. Last week on Doc Martin they had a psychotic doing dangerous things until brought to justice in an unlikely scenario, and last night it was a septic pipe getting hooked up to the doctor's dishwasher and poisoning the patients owing to a new (blonde) assistant he had while the regular (sly) receptionist was out of town on a course. The shit theme is highly ranked as a perp obsession, related to their brown theme.
Instead of the regular Sunday night Chris Gailius anchor, Global TV Vancouver news had a blonde woman announcer (Anne Drewa) and a substitute woman weather announcer. Christe Gordon is the regular meterologist on Sundays, and is drop dead gorgeous. I could listen to her patter all day long, something that isn't lost on the perps who arrange my parents to be doing odd things when she is on or else having me miss most of her segment, or else only catch her with the mute button still on, or other combinations of sound, sight, TV obstructing (one parent lingering in front of the TV to obstruct my view), disrupting and other stunts that seem to be related to impeding me from fully engaging in her weather report. Last night, there was a substitute female weather announcer who I cannot place in the above link of Global personnel, and I swear, she was just like Christie Gordon in morph-over; only a slightly different voice but with the same patter and cadence, same inflections and emotional content and body language. I remarked on this unusual similarity to my mother, and she gave me some blow-off answer about them being trained the same. I just thought it to be very interesting that they were so alike except in appearance, even their height seemed to be the same. In all of my decades of TV news watching, I have never seen two announcers so alike in their style. Perhaps if I could find the Sunday news from 11-23-2008 and review it I could be better informed on just what was going on, and if it was regular station personnel after all.
Then onto 60 Minutes, catching it 15 minutes into the show because of a change in the channels not reported by the TV shedule, and of course, not finding the channel that lists the channel schedules. This is another perp arrangement, to disrupt the normal viewing times and seed imposed delays and other related fuckery. And I am getting mind-blanked as to what was on, though no major perp themes that I noticed. Then onto Doc Martin, and above mentioned shit story that was making the village ill, originating in his office no less. There is the ongoing on-off romantic interest with Louisa that he seems to quash with his inappropriate digressions into clinical terms. I won't say anything more about this one, as I think the perp themes, if there are any, are much more nuanced and subtle.
The show, New Tricks is about three retired male policemen who are brought back from retirement to investigate old cold cases. They are administered by younger a blonde woman who seems to be a good sport, but also a taskmaster when needed. Some episodes are cleverly wound up, others are left for an inconclusive ending, begetting a WTF reaction, not uncommon with arranged stunts and supporting gangstalker's and operative's behaviors.. Last night's show was about illicit military research into behavioral modification, and how it went wrong, (drinking alcohol at the pub), with memory loss of the three involved soldiers over a fourth man's murder, the latter being a negro. And if you are a regular reader you will know that this is perp heavy content; not only invoking the Unfavored negro and military personnel, but also the topic of behavior control, illicit nonconsensual human experimentation, medical personnel, memory loss and related cover ups. Last night's New Tricks was full measure for being perp themed IMHO.
Then finally, the CBC Sunday Night news journal, always an easy listen as the stories are interesting and seem even handed in their portrayal. I learned that the Canadian stock market and securities regulators are utter wimps, and had enough information to put Conrad Black and his crew of kleptomanical pals in jail, but passed on it, leaving it to the US SEC to begin legal proceedings. Again, no major perp themes I could pick up, so I reckon just the general ones like financial duress economic difficulties would suffice. Who knows what they arrange, be it the events, reportage, news personnel and story editing. It could be some of each, all the way to all of each, and I am the last to know. Though, I have noticed that whenever I have read much about Conrad Black's travails of the past two years, I frequently get noisestalked, and too, when I read his writing in the newspapers, such as one this past weekend in the Guardian.
It is time to call this one done for the day, and I will add more of today's perp and harassment arrangements into tomorrow's blog posting rather than add on to this one.
A busy day today, and I am only getting started now to blog about it, so it all won't get done, and I will continue this posting, or resume with story telling in tomorrow's posting.
I just had a meeting with a supposed local TI, the first such in over six years of making this vile life rape known. (And the sirens have come to join me while I blog, now on the third cascade.) I am not convinced she was legit, and there were plenty of oddities in her story, never mind having the perp's favorite portable color reference object in hand, a 9"x12" yellow colored envelope in her hand the entire time, unsealed even. It was about 40 minutes of conversing on a brown plastic wood bench in a covered courtyard, outside the public library which she said would be open, but wasn't. She gets aerial surveillance and some vehicular surveillance as far as I can tell, not the same level of my profound distortion of conventional reality and relentless mindfuck games. We were about to depart and go our separate ways when a blonde woman exited the adjacent building and "happened" to know the woman TI I was talking to. Another one of those managed "Cheers" events, which was a little too rich for my probability meter. OK, it was a setup, all for having me sit on brown plastic bench for 40 minutes at nightime, under glass and near plenty of red-brown brick, as a setup prior to me returning to my place and having tea and chocolate, albeit a much deeper color of brown.
She seemed to have a Germanic accent in speaking English, and was also slipping in plenty of didactic (noise of excessive street barfing from outside as I type this), statements about "you should do....". Fuck you, I don't need to hear this from anyone, especially a newbie who has at least an order of magnitude less harassment than I do. I got her didactic treatment for medications I take, getting a gaussmeter (been there, done that), become an activist by soliciting for TI's in this town (social isolation is complete, so why change it?), getting binoculars to see her aircraft borne harassors (not mine, hers), and a few others along the way. That must be straight from the perp manual on How To Piss Me Off. My perp abetting father is didactic, and I have no fucking time for anyone to tell me what to do if they don't collaboratively engage with my experiences. And who knows, perhaps there are deeper reasons going back to the lost years of ages 2 to 5, where there is no recall, (purged IMHO) save some sketchy recollections from living in Montreal in 1956 to 1957.
There was some limited gangstalking while we were talking, the most evident being a dude some 50' away, walking toward us, and he had a Caucasian skin toned brown toque on and had his head tipped down, displaying the top of his head. When I first looked I could not make out where his face was, as the touque looked skin colored, and I am sure the perps dithered my perception to "not recognize" what was really happening. So, after a few seconds of stunned gazing at this indeterminate being, he picks his head up and looks forward for me to see that he had a perfectly normal human face, all the more identifiable by wearing dark framed glasses. Just another fucking little game, a whole three seconds of fuckery related to foiling my ability to recognize a face from that distance.
I stayed at the home of the First Feral Family last night after watching Global TV Vancouver news, 60 Minutes, Doc Martin and New Tricks, followed by the CBC news and then the last half hour of a documentary about Tommy Chong, of Cheech and Chong, and his travails in jail. He got 9 months incarceration, and was the celebrity there with many of the inmates mugging for pictures with him. It made for good comedic fodder afterwards.
And I am getting aware that some of the above TV programs are becoming more "involved" or aligned with harassment themes and activities. Last week on Doc Martin they had a psychotic doing dangerous things until brought to justice in an unlikely scenario, and last night it was a septic pipe getting hooked up to the doctor's dishwasher and poisoning the patients owing to a new (blonde) assistant he had while the regular (sly) receptionist was out of town on a course. The shit theme is highly ranked as a perp obsession, related to their brown theme.
Instead of the regular Sunday night Chris Gailius anchor, Global TV Vancouver news had a blonde woman announcer (Anne Drewa) and a substitute woman weather announcer. Christe Gordon is the regular meterologist on Sundays, and is drop dead gorgeous. I could listen to her patter all day long, something that isn't lost on the perps who arrange my parents to be doing odd things when she is on or else having me miss most of her segment, or else only catch her with the mute button still on, or other combinations of sound, sight, TV obstructing (one parent lingering in front of the TV to obstruct my view), disrupting and other stunts that seem to be related to impeding me from fully engaging in her weather report. Last night, there was a substitute female weather announcer who I cannot place in the above link of Global personnel, and I swear, she was just like Christie Gordon in morph-over; only a slightly different voice but with the same patter and cadence, same inflections and emotional content and body language. I remarked on this unusual similarity to my mother, and she gave me some blow-off answer about them being trained the same. I just thought it to be very interesting that they were so alike except in appearance, even their height seemed to be the same. In all of my decades of TV news watching, I have never seen two announcers so alike in their style. Perhaps if I could find the Sunday news from 11-23-2008 and review it I could be better informed on just what was going on, and if it was regular station personnel after all.
Then onto 60 Minutes, catching it 15 minutes into the show because of a change in the channels not reported by the TV shedule, and of course, not finding the channel that lists the channel schedules. This is another perp arrangement, to disrupt the normal viewing times and seed imposed delays and other related fuckery. And I am getting mind-blanked as to what was on, though no major perp themes that I noticed. Then onto Doc Martin, and above mentioned shit story that was making the village ill, originating in his office no less. There is the ongoing on-off romantic interest with Louisa that he seems to quash with his inappropriate digressions into clinical terms. I won't say anything more about this one, as I think the perp themes, if there are any, are much more nuanced and subtle.
The show, New Tricks is about three retired male policemen who are brought back from retirement to investigate old cold cases. They are administered by younger a blonde woman who seems to be a good sport, but also a taskmaster when needed. Some episodes are cleverly wound up, others are left for an inconclusive ending, begetting a WTF reaction, not uncommon with arranged stunts and supporting gangstalker's and operative's behaviors.. Last night's show was about illicit military research into behavioral modification, and how it went wrong, (drinking alcohol at the pub), with memory loss of the three involved soldiers over a fourth man's murder, the latter being a negro. And if you are a regular reader you will know that this is perp heavy content; not only invoking the Unfavored negro and military personnel, but also the topic of behavior control, illicit nonconsensual human experimentation, medical personnel, memory loss and related cover ups. Last night's New Tricks was full measure for being perp themed IMHO.
Then finally, the CBC Sunday Night news journal, always an easy listen as the stories are interesting and seem even handed in their portrayal. I learned that the Canadian stock market and securities regulators are utter wimps, and had enough information to put Conrad Black and his crew of kleptomanical pals in jail, but passed on it, leaving it to the US SEC to begin legal proceedings. Again, no major perp themes I could pick up, so I reckon just the general ones like financial duress economic difficulties would suffice. Who knows what they arrange, be it the events, reportage, news personnel and story editing. It could be some of each, all the way to all of each, and I am the last to know. Though, I have noticed that whenever I have read much about Conrad Black's travails of the past two years, I frequently get noisestalked, and too, when I read his writing in the newspapers, such as one this past weekend in the Guardian.
It is time to call this one done for the day, and I will add more of today's perp and harassment arrangements into tomorrow's blog posting rather than add on to this one.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Monday Perp Action
1335h
It is a post-parent's place stayover day, and if it runs true to form, I will be kept awake an hour or longer in bed before I am allowed to sleep tonight. I even told the shrink this near always consistency, and he wasn't moved any to conclude that my external conspirators' model of harassment by unconventional means just might be closer to reality than any clinical cause. But as I said in a past posting, he claims to be giving me medications to "help with dealing with the harassment". Big joke, that, as it is plain to me that the color of the medications is more important as affirmed by recent accelerated depletions of my medication by unknown means. A supplement and a white color pill medication were depleted faster than my own use, all to have only the yellow and white pills remaining.
I get noisestalked each time I ingest the medications and supplements, so it is no surprise that there is significant perps interest. There have been past managed refill need situations that lapsed into a long weekend which provided a five day medication interuption. As always, there was no clinical effects noticed from being off medications. And significant yellow color stalking will also erupt should I run out of the yellow and white pills, and then drop back to normal frequencies once I resume the medication.
My email on MCActivism (here) started a chain reaction of opprobrium again; I don't try to create any controversy, but only weigh in on technical issues where it may be useful. As the "MC" is shorthand for mind control, it is very likely that the audience is monitored and controlled as much as I am. There are at least two standard bearers who routinely get cranked up over what I say, and then continue into personal trashing. I find the best way is to drop out for a while, and let the "issue" lie fallow until it is forgotten. Even my premise that most of the countermeasures are taken to serve the interest of the perps, playing puppet masters, was ignored. This has been my experience for the non-pain or intense sufference avoidance harassment countermeasures, and even that is supect. When the assholes were beaming pounding head pain at me, I would go driving, often all night, and that relieved the paint assaults. As soon as I stopped, the head pains came on again. Then the pains would relent at work.
Only later was I aware of the fact that the perps appear to have fundamental problems in remotely assaying one's energetics on concrete and ashphalt surfaces, also in determining color interactions (clothing and vehicle color), and interactions with tire rubber. That "my" solution to avoiding head pain was a (planted) notion to serve another aspect of the harassment and nonconsensual human experimentation agenda. So much for my countermeasures, when everything I do was scripted. They would have over a 100 vehicles out on the I5 at 0300h, in two clusters, one ahead, and one behind. Then they would send one vehicle by me from the rearmost cluster to the one ahead, in differing colors of course.
And when at my parent's place earlier today, my mother was up to her typical feints of "recalling" something just as she got in the vehicle, and adroitly leaving the vehicle door and the adjacent house door open so the interior of the house was visible from the driver's seat. This time it was a printer cartridge which is total bullshit, as she rarely prints anything. And as we have done this one before, she "decided" to bring out the LED flashlight to help, even though I got the cartridge out before she had returned with it. As one can discern, abruptly leaving a location/situation and then returning to it is one of the most common gangstalker moves going. Hence my more unusual take on Paris Hilton's woes of being in jail, out again, and then in again, albeit over a course of a week in this case.
And in the case of my mother's games with the printer cartridge, it then became the cover story of opening and closing three kitchen drawers to find a plastic bag to put it in. The needless opening of cupboards and drawers has been going on for years at their place and on occasion, I get mind-fucked into doing the same, as a "mistake" in going to the wrong location in my kitchen. And for the record, I never, ever make that kind of "mistake" past the second day of moving into a new location.
Another example of out-and-out mind control was last week, where I was mind-controlled to leave my breakfast dishes in the kitchen, and head to the bathroom for showering and shaving. I even came out of the bathroom with my pills in hand and went back to the kitchen to get a glass with water for pill intake. Only afterwards was I allowed to be aware of the fact that I had violated my decades long practice of doing the breakfast dishes immediately following breakfast, and in the second instance, walked by all the dishes and "didn't notice" that I had violated my habits. If this is not blatant and wanton mind-control, then I don't know what is.
1515h
I made a short shopping trip and was swarmed by the gangstalkers in two stores. They put on at least "just stand there" sentries enroute, and made sure the female white haired "customer" in front was another lead-ahead gangstalker, mysteriously delaying her egress to end up in front of me on the street. And once past her, an identically color dressed (all black) male gangstalker then took over gangstalking duties and followed me into the apartment building and then into the elevator, being held open by another fucker who appeared to be readied, as I did not see him arrive ahead of me.
Then the perps would not let me open the cookies I purchased, dithering my finger coordination to protract this activity to then enrage me. Again, they don't want me eating chocolate bars now, but instead, have directed me to chocolate cookies which are just as expensive. They also depleted at least two other items I had intended to purchase out of mind, and it is rare that I am allowed to fulfil a intended list of aquistions.
1800h
The highlights of the First Feral family gathering last night, first at my brother's for dinner, and then onto my parent's place was the deliberate standing in the way of the TV. Just planting themselves, my brother and my father later. In the case of the latter, I have alread reamed him out once before, but he has the Alzheimer's act as a cover story. There is a substantive magnetic field coming off the CRT type TV's, and of course there is the color interactions as well. With that combination, it is no surprise that the First Feral Family members are engaging in this level of blatant fuckery.
And he routinely puts on extra space outs whenever there is company; he did the same as last night, putting on a major "forget". All I know is that someone is running him or he is playing the script, as there is no way with Alzheimers that one could be so routine in flaunting how muddled he is. No one in the family seems to be terribly moved by all the possible ramifications of my father's purported dementia.
And while watching televison with them last night, they put on their duelling coughs last night; first one, then the other, and trading back and forth a few times. Another regular routine is for them to move their legs together in unison, crossing and uncrossing. And the next absurdity in this was that in doing so, and each pretending to be unaware of the other, their feet even clashed together a few times, this while sitting some 4' apart and moving their legs in unison. Neither mentions anything to the other is this extra-obvious feint.
When I am at my parent's place I am watching the TV while further back than they are, and I am viewing it between them. This is a similar setup to the perps games of creating "tunnel views" where the sight of someone, usually a unfavored demographic member, is planted between two gangstalkers.
This happened last week, when walking to my yoga class, where a black and white dressed ambulatory male gangstalker "met" an oncoming all black dressed gangstalker, and they did their usual discussion breakout, as so often happens. I looked away for an instant, and lo, when I looked again, there was a white and red color dressed woman further back, just standing there, who was spatially arranged between them. This little "threesome" of designed coincidence lasted a minute or so until I was getting closer to this arrangement, and then they split apart, all going different directions.
1935h
I am getting a near constant stream of loud noise from amplified (or faked) vehicles with no, or perforated mufflers, as well as the chopped motorcycle noise that the perps put on for my benefit. This is a bureaurcrat city, and there is rarely much action on a weekday at this time. The attraction might be that I am reading a very strange, but true, as far as I can tell, story of strange energies and the life of a brother and sister trying to deal with poltergeist like stuff. The story is here, The Vortex, though it seems that they could leave this physically behind. No such luck in my case.
I have also been getting the light flashing games; where white light is strobed and flashed on my wall behind the LCD panel, on the desk in front of it, and even on the keyboard. The perps are sticking with a cover story on this one, trying to make it seem that it is a "reflection" of the W. setting dusk sun off a tower building some 120' away, and that someone has gone hyperactive with moving windows to aim a reflection into my apartment. And as this happens most days where the sun is out, it does stretch the definition of probable. And it would seem that the real "need" is to have me pull the curtains to block it, and thereby gain some kind of differing light condition under which to study me some more.
2040h
The vision impairments have also been imposed while reading, and the noisescape of extra loud vehicles has continued in serial form. A siren cascade came on, though no actual emergency vehicles.
2150h
More throbbing and very loud 2 cycle motorcycle noise from outside, and along with this, a tonal ringing noise from inside somewhere that changes pitch, almost as if music.
2210h
More harassment over filling out the time; three attempts before I was allowed to get it correctly. Meaning, typo sabotage; all the time now. There is some patterns in it, but the topic strikes me as too detailed to convey a readable journalling. Or is that the planted thought to tell me that someone doesn't want their methods advertised?
A good read on the unusal numbers of premature deaths among UFO and abduction researchers, and then adds in microbiologists at an extra. The one prominent missing name is that of John E. Mack, a Harvard psychiatrist who took alien abductions seriously. It is likely he was deceased since this article was compiled. Titled, Is Someone Killing Our UFO Investigators?, and the answer that I would give is an unequivocal, Yes. And ditto for physicists that are pushing the edge in determining that Einstein's theory of relativity is a dead end, and there is a virtual sea of energy that we live in. Many of the "free energy" researchers have suffered similar fates, or at least continued spates of "bad fortune". I have mentioned the premature deaths of four physicists at the end of this past blog posting.
Enough of the vision impairments and the rest of tonight's hassles, time to blog off.
It is a post-parent's place stayover day, and if it runs true to form, I will be kept awake an hour or longer in bed before I am allowed to sleep tonight. I even told the shrink this near always consistency, and he wasn't moved any to conclude that my external conspirators' model of harassment by unconventional means just might be closer to reality than any clinical cause. But as I said in a past posting, he claims to be giving me medications to "help with dealing with the harassment". Big joke, that, as it is plain to me that the color of the medications is more important as affirmed by recent accelerated depletions of my medication by unknown means. A supplement and a white color pill medication were depleted faster than my own use, all to have only the yellow and white pills remaining.
I get noisestalked each time I ingest the medications and supplements, so it is no surprise that there is significant perps interest. There have been past managed refill need situations that lapsed into a long weekend which provided a five day medication interuption. As always, there was no clinical effects noticed from being off medications. And significant yellow color stalking will also erupt should I run out of the yellow and white pills, and then drop back to normal frequencies once I resume the medication.
My email on MCActivism (here) started a chain reaction of opprobrium again; I don't try to create any controversy, but only weigh in on technical issues where it may be useful. As the "MC" is shorthand for mind control, it is very likely that the audience is monitored and controlled as much as I am. There are at least two standard bearers who routinely get cranked up over what I say, and then continue into personal trashing. I find the best way is to drop out for a while, and let the "issue" lie fallow until it is forgotten. Even my premise that most of the countermeasures are taken to serve the interest of the perps, playing puppet masters, was ignored. This has been my experience for the non-pain or intense sufference avoidance harassment countermeasures, and even that is supect. When the assholes were beaming pounding head pain at me, I would go driving, often all night, and that relieved the paint assaults. As soon as I stopped, the head pains came on again. Then the pains would relent at work.
Only later was I aware of the fact that the perps appear to have fundamental problems in remotely assaying one's energetics on concrete and ashphalt surfaces, also in determining color interactions (clothing and vehicle color), and interactions with tire rubber. That "my" solution to avoiding head pain was a (planted) notion to serve another aspect of the harassment and nonconsensual human experimentation agenda. So much for my countermeasures, when everything I do was scripted. They would have over a 100 vehicles out on the I5 at 0300h, in two clusters, one ahead, and one behind. Then they would send one vehicle by me from the rearmost cluster to the one ahead, in differing colors of course.
And when at my parent's place earlier today, my mother was up to her typical feints of "recalling" something just as she got in the vehicle, and adroitly leaving the vehicle door and the adjacent house door open so the interior of the house was visible from the driver's seat. This time it was a printer cartridge which is total bullshit, as she rarely prints anything. And as we have done this one before, she "decided" to bring out the LED flashlight to help, even though I got the cartridge out before she had returned with it. As one can discern, abruptly leaving a location/situation and then returning to it is one of the most common gangstalker moves going. Hence my more unusual take on Paris Hilton's woes of being in jail, out again, and then in again, albeit over a course of a week in this case.
And in the case of my mother's games with the printer cartridge, it then became the cover story of opening and closing three kitchen drawers to find a plastic bag to put it in. The needless opening of cupboards and drawers has been going on for years at their place and on occasion, I get mind-fucked into doing the same, as a "mistake" in going to the wrong location in my kitchen. And for the record, I never, ever make that kind of "mistake" past the second day of moving into a new location.
Another example of out-and-out mind control was last week, where I was mind-controlled to leave my breakfast dishes in the kitchen, and head to the bathroom for showering and shaving. I even came out of the bathroom with my pills in hand and went back to the kitchen to get a glass with water for pill intake. Only afterwards was I allowed to be aware of the fact that I had violated my decades long practice of doing the breakfast dishes immediately following breakfast, and in the second instance, walked by all the dishes and "didn't notice" that I had violated my habits. If this is not blatant and wanton mind-control, then I don't know what is.
1515h
I made a short shopping trip and was swarmed by the gangstalkers in two stores. They put on at least "just stand there" sentries enroute, and made sure the female white haired "customer" in front was another lead-ahead gangstalker, mysteriously delaying her egress to end up in front of me on the street. And once past her, an identically color dressed (all black) male gangstalker then took over gangstalking duties and followed me into the apartment building and then into the elevator, being held open by another fucker who appeared to be readied, as I did not see him arrive ahead of me.
Then the perps would not let me open the cookies I purchased, dithering my finger coordination to protract this activity to then enrage me. Again, they don't want me eating chocolate bars now, but instead, have directed me to chocolate cookies which are just as expensive. They also depleted at least two other items I had intended to purchase out of mind, and it is rare that I am allowed to fulfil a intended list of aquistions.
1800h
The highlights of the First Feral family gathering last night, first at my brother's for dinner, and then onto my parent's place was the deliberate standing in the way of the TV. Just planting themselves, my brother and my father later. In the case of the latter, I have alread reamed him out once before, but he has the Alzheimer's act as a cover story. There is a substantive magnetic field coming off the CRT type TV's, and of course there is the color interactions as well. With that combination, it is no surprise that the First Feral Family members are engaging in this level of blatant fuckery.
And he routinely puts on extra space outs whenever there is company; he did the same as last night, putting on a major "forget". All I know is that someone is running him or he is playing the script, as there is no way with Alzheimers that one could be so routine in flaunting how muddled he is. No one in the family seems to be terribly moved by all the possible ramifications of my father's purported dementia.
And while watching televison with them last night, they put on their duelling coughs last night; first one, then the other, and trading back and forth a few times. Another regular routine is for them to move their legs together in unison, crossing and uncrossing. And the next absurdity in this was that in doing so, and each pretending to be unaware of the other, their feet even clashed together a few times, this while sitting some 4' apart and moving their legs in unison. Neither mentions anything to the other is this extra-obvious feint.
When I am at my parent's place I am watching the TV while further back than they are, and I am viewing it between them. This is a similar setup to the perps games of creating "tunnel views" where the sight of someone, usually a unfavored demographic member, is planted between two gangstalkers.
This happened last week, when walking to my yoga class, where a black and white dressed ambulatory male gangstalker "met" an oncoming all black dressed gangstalker, and they did their usual discussion breakout, as so often happens. I looked away for an instant, and lo, when I looked again, there was a white and red color dressed woman further back, just standing there, who was spatially arranged between them. This little "threesome" of designed coincidence lasted a minute or so until I was getting closer to this arrangement, and then they split apart, all going different directions.
1935h
I am getting a near constant stream of loud noise from amplified (or faked) vehicles with no, or perforated mufflers, as well as the chopped motorcycle noise that the perps put on for my benefit. This is a bureaurcrat city, and there is rarely much action on a weekday at this time. The attraction might be that I am reading a very strange, but true, as far as I can tell, story of strange energies and the life of a brother and sister trying to deal with poltergeist like stuff. The story is here, The Vortex, though it seems that they could leave this physically behind. No such luck in my case.
I have also been getting the light flashing games; where white light is strobed and flashed on my wall behind the LCD panel, on the desk in front of it, and even on the keyboard. The perps are sticking with a cover story on this one, trying to make it seem that it is a "reflection" of the W. setting dusk sun off a tower building some 120' away, and that someone has gone hyperactive with moving windows to aim a reflection into my apartment. And as this happens most days where the sun is out, it does stretch the definition of probable. And it would seem that the real "need" is to have me pull the curtains to block it, and thereby gain some kind of differing light condition under which to study me some more.
2040h
The vision impairments have also been imposed while reading, and the noisescape of extra loud vehicles has continued in serial form. A siren cascade came on, though no actual emergency vehicles.
2150h
More throbbing and very loud 2 cycle motorcycle noise from outside, and along with this, a tonal ringing noise from inside somewhere that changes pitch, almost as if music.
2210h
More harassment over filling out the time; three attempts before I was allowed to get it correctly. Meaning, typo sabotage; all the time now. There is some patterns in it, but the topic strikes me as too detailed to convey a readable journalling. Or is that the planted thought to tell me that someone doesn't want their methods advertised?
A good read on the unusal numbers of premature deaths among UFO and abduction researchers, and then adds in microbiologists at an extra. The one prominent missing name is that of John E. Mack, a Harvard psychiatrist who took alien abductions seriously. It is likely he was deceased since this article was compiled. Titled, Is Someone Killing Our UFO Investigators?, and the answer that I would give is an unequivocal, Yes. And ditto for physicists that are pushing the edge in determining that Einstein's theory of relativity is a dead end, and there is a virtual sea of energy that we live in. Many of the "free energy" researchers have suffered similar fates, or at least continued spates of "bad fortune". I have mentioned the premature deaths of four physicists at the end of this past blog posting.
Enough of the vision impairments and the rest of tonight's hassles, time to blog off.
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