Biographies -Why?

05-16-2018
Why do the perps so like me to read biographies or view biographic cinema? I don't know, but I just finished reading "Frida", a biography of Frida Kahlo, a well known Mexican artist who died in July 13, 1954. And made known in that wonderful biopic, one of my all time favorite films, "Frida". I have viewed this some 8x on DVD, and then it mysteriously froze on a frame, and so I purchased a Blu Ray version, yet to be seen for more than 10 minutes of it, and has remained in my disc player for two months now.

Interestingly, she was born on July 6, (1907) same birthday of the year as me, and died one week after I was born. Anyone out there who has thoughts on the spirit/soul connection of this event to me? I suppose well known people die every day somewhere, and too, births of unrelated and distant children will follow, so I really have no idea as to why Frida Kahlo's persona has been scripted into this controlled theme show.

When all this abuse torrent came down in 2002, and in 2003, I did see the film "Frida" twice (unusual for me for a cinematic offering), and came to know of this artist for the first time. This was also notable as the assholes had me in illegal incarceration back then, when it seems they had all manner of high expectations, hence the intense level of outrageous abuse and gangstalking at the time. Although kept, I had some freedom to go about in the afternoons and saw the film at a nearby cinema. Fast forward to about a month ago, I picked up a used copy of "Frida", the well researched book by Hayden Herrera, and became acquainted with this out sized and vibrant personality all the more. I simply cannot imagine any other artist that suffered more physically and emotionally than her, though to be fair, I don't know a whole lot about art history.

I did determine, one instance from the book, another from the Youtube documentary, that two of her students in separate incidents each felt her presence from behind, "like an electric charge". As to whether that constitutes perp intrusion at the time, one can only speculate. If true, the perps took another step up the imposed cruelty ladder, as she suffered terribly, but countered with her indomitable energy and resilience.

I don't have any Mexican genealogical connections, though I did meet a number of Mexicans in my farm jobs, 2008-2011. In other words, I am at a loss to explain why the perps have injected this interesting and vital personality (Frida Kahlo) into my existence, even if through film, text and music. And why the Mexican connection, as I have never been there. (My landlord couple went there for a month in 02-2018, interestingly). This is all for the record only, and unless there is some other developments, I don't expect to bring it up again, though I will also view the Youtube documentary sometime soon. Then, hopefully, my Frida Kahlo interest, (read, planted theme), will subside.

05-21-2018
A long weekend here in Canada, a week before Memorial Day weekend in the US. I did two days of shoot thinning this weekend at the 2012-2014 employer's vineyard, thinking that I was going to be bottling. Instead, I got stiffed with the same job as at the regular Mon-Fri employer. Whatever; shoot thinning is a singular occupation, just you and the vine tending, so it is optimum for putting on the music player and headphones and getting all day music listening. I get plenty of overhead aircraft during shoot thinning (and listening to music), the noise getting pushed through the headphones. And the odd tractor in the vineyard too. But otherwise, I get to spin through my music, and get a tan. This past week has been good for that, if not overly so. I seem my initial tan is peeling on my back, even after all winter tan salon preparation.

And more tanning this holiday Monday; unrelenting sunshine, ergo, get a skyclad tan in the back country after taking a hike to get out of the way of any viewing public. That didn't stop two low altitude aircraft flying past, but for the most part it was at least a dozen high altitude aircraft that kept up the overflight show. And no contrails interestingly, usually an excuse for creating cloud cover and messing up the sunlight intensity. Not today for some reason.

One perturbance on the hiking trail was the cattle, which are released to roam the region around the trails. Which translates to the bull getting pissed at the hikers and forcing them back. I took an alternate non-trailed route inbound and that was OK. Out-bound, the cattle moved to cover more of the trail and I had to parallel the trail more to avoid them. Don't ask me what I would of done if the bull had come at me, especially out in the open.

Anyhow, all was well, though when departing on the trail, I got some close-behind gangstalkers, who just "happened" to finish their putzing around at their vehicle just when I was setting off. Even with a 15lb backpack, including a light weight cot, I outpaced them. But no ordinary vehicle they had, but one of those wretchedly underpowered VW Vanegons, a Westphalia (camperized version). And with prior exposure to;, before getting to the trail head, only 100m ahead, they put on two of them passing by on the highway. Then lo, another one in the parking lot, from which my tailing gangstalkers emanated. Although there isn't many VW campers (and vans) around, they are still very popular among the gangstalking community as the engine sits in the rear, behind the rear wheels and would rotate the opposite direction as viewed from the rear to normally configured vehicles. As a former owner of a VW van, I came to detest this underpowered vehicle, its handling and maintenance hassles. That the perp-abetting wife was so keen on them despite my severe objections gives me a more jaundiced perspective on what that was all about.

Yesterday, another obvious gangstalking stunt; the lead-ahead vehicle heading to the bank ATM after hours. Like WTF; I haven't had these more obvious gangstalkings since about 2012 when I moved from that gangstalk shithole, Victoria BC, to where I presently live.

A 10 album download evening last night, which includes cleaning up the files and metadata, no mean feat. That I hadn't downloaded an album for 3 months is baffling, given my interest in music. On top of that, I have four CD's I haven't cracked for a month for some curious reason. Normally I get right onto them, hear them out, and then copy the files to my music disc library. Funny how I get these spates of protracted inaction in the face of what I usually do.

Tomorrow, the ex, my daughter and mother are getting on a aircraft tomorrow and heading to Iceland on a guided tour for a week. My perp-abetting mother was the instigator in all of this, even if she cannot walk far. To the point that she is covering the tab even. A trip that they also made four years ago was to Ottawa, Montreal, NYC, and Washington DC. As to what those four cities mean to my perp-abetting mother I have no idea. I consign all of their trips to ongoing perp direction, they all being surrogates for me, given the perps' compelling interest in geographic locations, and certain cities of iniquity. (That is, nonconsensual human experimentation of children was undertaken in the Ottawa, Montreal and Washington DC). Only Montreal is known to me personally, but as mentioned many times, the perps wiped my recall when aged 2 to 5, so I may have other geographic residencies than what I know of, and for perp directed nefarious purposes.

Enough said for the week, and onto another.

Weeding and then Some

05-08-2017
Another day of hand weeding, that is, with a shovel and a work colleague on the other side of the trellis wires also digging away. My digging partner was the guy who I termed a "disengagee" for his focus on this phone, even during lunch time. Today, amazingly, he was absolutely chatty. I am totally astounded as this sudden behavior change. Though, there may have been an ulterior motive; all his chattiness effectively prevented me from wearing my headphones and listening to music all day. Such music listening and headphone wearing interruptions haven't gone unnoticed in past blog postings; running loud vehicles is another way to drive me from listening to headphones, as is overhead aircraft flights. As usual, the weeding was hard work, and there was no let up or other diversionary activities, even for an hour or so.

The other male ponytail on the crew was less charitable; at the end of the day, and had nothing to do with him, he is holding a pitchfork and offers to throw it to me. I said "right...." and then he seemed not to have heard me, and then said something to the effect that I might not of liked the suggestion. I had this asshole pegged as a loser before I started there, and I heard that from the former crew chief from last year. This insulting rude-shit was totally unprovoked as I have always kept my nose clean and not bothered anyone. And this prick comes up with this shit.

05-09-2017
The aggravating rude-ass, per above, was all over my ass while we were doing a rock pick this morning in a new just-plowed area that is due for planting soon. What is it about this asshole that he needed to keep dogging me from L to R, R to L, and keep getting into my vision? I would look away from where he was and pick rocks in that direction and this Fuckwit would show up again. Thank goodness rock picking was done in an hour. Then onto weed digging for the rest of the day.

I was too wiped out from yesterday to go to yoga last night. But I had left my boots out so they wouldn't stink out the joint, and the plan was that I would pick them up and put them inside when off to yoga. Of course that didn't happen, and the boots were outside all night. This is the second such outside "boot leaving" in two weeks; last time it was the other pair abetted by a alarm defeat of unknown cause.  And what is so fucking important to the Psychopathic Fuckover Force that they need to have my boots sit on the lawn outside overnight? Again, no rain unloaded on them, a stunt they pulled last year.

05-10-2017
Another brutal day of digging weeds in the vineyard. One each side of the row, and my partner went "incommunicado" for the morning. In the afternoon, now armed with my player and my headphones, he starts chirping away. After a while I give up, ergo, no headphones or music. I cannot recount the number of past times headphone wearing (playing music) gets interrupted (e.g. loud vehicles, change in job task), and now we have another way. I am sure there will be more kinds, and many more headphone wearing disruption events to come.

And too, they added in aircraft stalking while the headphones were on; a low overhead pass (150') above terrain of a two engine fire retardant bomber, and in the elegant aerobatic-stalking of aircraft, it circled again, though 300m distant, same elevation.

05-11-2017
It started  out to be a day of digging weeds until 30 minutes later, we were re-directed to help out on a small new plantation block. The posts needed to be erected and the trellis wires strung. I was on the post pounding team, saved from the dog-me gangstalker dude who would of been hanging about me like a bad smell all day. I don't know of anyone who is so in my face so often for seeming innocuous reasons. (Save the rude-ass offer from him, per above, about catching a pitch fork). The work day was called off an hour early when the thunderstorms came in, along with rain. There was a weather warning out for flash floods in some areas, so everyone is in an elevated sense of fear over the weather in this region.

05-12-2017
Friday, and some weeding today, and one particular bunch grass weed around a vine took two of us 10 minutes to extricate. It was the most root dense grass bunch I have seen in three weeks of this toil.

I was spared from all day weeding thankfully by the task assignment of putting up the irrigation lines, meaning, the black polyethylene pipes that are strung along the posts and drip out water at a constant rate. These would also be called "drip lines". There was also a solid sprinkler line put in every two rows as well. And have I mentioned how the perps love me to be messing with water delivery methods, and that would include irrigation pipes, drip lines, sprinklers and all other means. Of note, the ground was quite wet from the overnight rains, and so one could count this as another water delivery mechanism. And some rain showers today too, with plenty of temperature changes to go with it.

True to perp form, we ran out of drip line some 3 rows from the end on this .25 acre section, and so the boss man set off to get a roll of drip line. And of course it was a different make with a different dripper design, having the distinctive blue line running its length, the drip line that most vineyards use, including this one, save the rest of this section that we had installed (2 rolls worth). In the course of hanging up the drip line on the wires, the boss man had to cut off  a small extra portion, and lo, if he didn't show me this split open section with its integral pressure compensating dripper, having borrowed my secateurs to cut it off (all he had to do) and cut it open as well. And so it continues; the perps' obsession over water delivery methods, and added to it, cutting said pipe (cutlery and cutting obsession) and showing it to me.

Also today, and I suppose water-related, there was a helicopter across the lake practicing using a "monsoon bucket", a collapsible slung bucket that is immersed in water and then is transported for fire suppression purposes. The bucket was duly discharged as well, presumably in concert with yet more variations on water delivery methods, even if a kilometer away.

05-13-2017
My big deal of the day, two in fact; getting the vehicle cleaned in preparation for waxing it, and then legs getting waxed. Funny how both relate to wax in their own way. But as wax is often a petroleum product, the perps are quite cranked about its particular properties, especially any "earth energies", aka, photonic field properties it may have and how those interact with this here TI victim.

The Pyschopaths had me get the vehicle cleaning done in the morning, starting with a foam brush, white foam coming out. They have in the past arranged red colored foam from the brush at the cleaning station, but have backed off on this in recent years, all at the same location. At 0900h on a Saturday I was surprised it was busy at the cleaning bays, and so I had to wait and watch the gut-strut; elders with large guts attempting to clean their vehicles. And lo, if they didn't' decrease the time for what the $2 coin gets in the slot now; instead of a $5 job it became a $7 job. And adroitly arranged for the first time cleaning this Ford Escape, with the planted notion that it is the vehicle that "caused" the extra time requirement. No, it is about the same size as the Camry, just higher, so what is the deal. Then to vacuum my vehicle, as it seems the mud is accreting from vineyard work in uncharacteristic amounts. I had my stalker buddy arrive on the other side of the outside vacuum cleaner station, vaccums are always a big perp prop for whatever reason. Then my highway drive for 20 min. to dry it off, replete with the vehicular gangstalking trains to accompany me.

Then to check out the regular Saturday Farmers Market, though I need not have bothered. I see they re-paved the street area to widen the sidewalks and thereby constrict the central egress space between each side of the stalls. Well done; it was already a cluster fuck, and now they made it worse. And of course the perps blanked me out of going at my usual time at 0830h, just when it opens, so to avoid said swarms. Now there is a better reason to go early, as egress has been constricted. We shall see how this one goes and whether they increase the stalkers and dawdlers at that time just to screw me all the more. Alternatively they can have me get up late to miss my intended shopping time.

And I suppose, with that particular segment of the street formerly being paved with asphalt, and now with a grey brick, I suppose this too is some kind of earth surface/color interaction game. (Same vendors, operatives and gangstalkers, now a year later). Surely, with astronauts orbiting the Earth, or moon even, the perps have figured out some kind of energy interaction differential for all their unwitting subjects? Never mind the speculation that subjects like Obama have been teleported to Mars, per web story of two years ago.

As mentioned a few times before, egress constriction is not a new perp tactic; the aisles of stores are often littered with extra displays to accomplish the same, and lo, if that isn't where a stalker isn't standing there too, typically with their ass projecting into the aisle in a mock posture feigning looking at low shelf items. The fact that they are arranged at these aisle constriction points so much more than normal is an outrage, and then to pretend not to notice they are constricting the aisle is ridiculous, and on top of that they also take an extended time to conduct their supposed introspection of the shelf items is even more absurd. On top of that, they don't select anything, making sure that the whole feigned "shopping" was an obvious gangstalking stunt. What it is about projecting someone's ass in my direction, or intended path, in a shopping aisle is totally beyond me, save to say that any kind of spinal stretches seems to exercise the spine in a way that presents a different energy profile. Hence being allowed to take yoga and the cluster fucking that goes on there.

Onto leg waxing in the afternoon; instead of the regular supervisor (its a training school) with whom I have extended chats over wine and wine tasting, I got a returning student from a few years ago. She was the temporary supervisor, and with her, a young trainee, just graduated from high school. As often, one on one side and one on the other, and each stayed in place when I flipped over. One was blonde and one was brunette, and no unnatural hair colors this time. I had some conversation with each of them and all was friendly, and was out of there in 40 minutes or less. Like anything, any regular contact or engagement with anyone, even if every 8 weeks apart, or even less, say with doctors, must be disrupted by the perps. They cannot tolerate me even going to the shoemaker in town before something gets messy/problematic and forces me to take my shoes out of town to get fixed. I just don't understand why they have to disrupt routines all the time.

In the afternoon, the sun came on, which presents problems with waxing my vehicle, so back inside and I listening to some Youtube videos on cancer (woohoo). The list of persecuted doctors who practice proven and researched alternate therapies that are substantially more efficacious than conventional treatment (if that) gets longer. Hoxsey, Kelly, Burzinsky as three, and I see that Dr. Nicholas Gonzalez died from a heart attack in 2015. He looked perfectly fine in the hour long 2014 video here. So what is it about cancer and the horrific immune system clobbering "treatments" (chemotherapy and irradiation) that the perps need to defend to the point of running alternative care doctors out of the country, if not, inundate them with investigations (14 different agencies in the case of Dr. Kelly)? I don't know, but in one video in this series a doctor mentions medical advances being allowed in other disciplines, but not in cancer. Is it purely an surreptitious immune system nonconsensual research project, also aided by HIV, or is it about selective takedown of individuals for various reasons? Or both?

05-14-2017
Sunday, and an 0600h text from the landlord to say they are going away for a week and could I look after the mail etc. No problem, but why so early.
 
The weather was cold and wet first thing so I hung back for a while, and read, and lo, if the assholes didn't have me puke up again, something they now do every three weeks or so. Once feeling better I was getting ready to set off to get automobile wax, and lo, if they didn't script a piss, and lo, on top of that, a crap. Unbelievable, this three way purge inside of 4 minutes all before setting off to get automobile wax, and my supply from last year had been strangely drawn down more than I expected. (Continuing this weekend's wax confluence/coincidence).

While at the auto shop, the dudes came to choke down egress by lining up at the cashier, which just "happened" to be where the automotive wax was. Anyhow, I found what I wanted, and when they had finally finished at the cashier, and when I proceeded to the desk, why, a pair off dudes brushed by from behind me, one of whom "happened" to be the tractor driver at the vineyard I work. Then another pair of dudes entered the store after they departed, who then preceded me out when I was about to depart. The cashier wasn't too pleasant and had to vacate the checkout twice to check the stock number for some reason. I am long familiar with cashiers somehow "needing" to vacate the checkout, and another variation is that another cashier comes in, often guy for girl. Not this time, just this over-tattoo-ed unfriendly blonde girl. I get out to my vehicle, and lo, if some Fuckwit with a tan brown vehicle didn't pull in between me and another prior parked vehicle with a stalker sitting in it, and lo, these two dudes were making repairs on their vehicle, one of them underneath and the other over-obviously leaning on the vehicle. I get past this Fuckwit, back up and drive off. And what is the point of all that; if you have a vehicle to fix in the parking lot give yourself elbow room at the other end of the lot instead of pulling in between two parked vehicles. And one was wearing these fugly brown check baggy shorts. Do the perps have a clown department or something?

I got the Ford Escape through the gate and parked it on the lawn next to my place so I could get around it and wax it. Not unexpectedly I had extra aircraft stalking coverage, dogs barking and the very loathesome HD motorcycle noise going by. It seems the perps have added a new motorcycle in the neighborhood to make noise as in passing by, unlike the two that are located and start up across the lane. The latter HD motorcycle noise erupted in the afternoon when I was doing windows and interior, and while idling, the Mrs got into a screaming row with the fugly dude with the motorcycle. I get to be at least ear-witness to couple arguements every year or so, and I suppose this was my annual dose. All while the HD motorcycle idling noise continued. A two-fer on the noise combination front. Then the dude shut it down and never took it anywhere. Go figure.

Later I took my knee cap damaged colleague out on his now-weekly shopping trip. And what is it about the eggs section that turns into a holy dude clusterfuck? Each time of the three weeks, and all these dudes or with kids descend on the cooler case and then stand around. It is fucking nuts, and of course I am with him and he is directing me to the correct location, so I don't have my usual "bail out" or avoidance options.

The perp assholes duly pulled some rain for the first time today while driving back with my colleague, testing out the Rain-X I put on the windshield it would seem. And what is it about vehicle waxing and windshield treatment that so interests the perps?

Enough perp follies for the week and now to get this posted for the record.

Mystery Care Keeper

1215h
I went to my in-town brother's this morning, as I am the assigned cat and house care person, attending to his viscious feline, likely deranged because he keeps it inside all the time. The house smells of it, and he doesn't seem to get it that he will be in for a big bill to clean it up afterwards. I do this every two days, and that includes the disgusting litter box duty.

I also look after the mail, and was also obliged to deal with the freaking newspaper, even if it had been cancelled by him for the duration of his holiday. Why, the newspaper carrier suddenly re-started his delivery after stopping it for over a week. That meant coming back inside the house when I was set to go, and then doing the cancellation to find out that it had already been cancelled. So I get to make another call with plenty of on-hold time to talk to a real person to end the unexpected newspaper delivery. That was two days ago, and then today, when I get there, I see an older newspaper somehow arrived in the house, still in its plastic bag. Like WTF; I cleaned up the front porch of all newspapers two days ago (Thursday), and somehow an Tuesday newspaper arrives inside the door. Plus, it seems that a heater got moved. No matter, the house is in good hands, because if it isn't me, it is one of his abetting perps who is doing these silly games.

I had a "sticky" gangstalker on me when outbound; she "happened" to be ahead of me on the way to the bus, then on the same bus at the same bus stop, then got off behind me at the same stop, and then continued to walk behind me at my same fast walk, then crossed the road to tail me for some 12 minutes of walking before she disappeared over the hill. It is rare that I get someone who walks as fast as I can, but even if 6" shorter, she could, and made the most of it. I call these ones "fellow travellers", the ones that get on and off at the same bus stops as I do, but she went one further, covering me on street before the bus stop, and again when I got off. A first for this level of extra obvious coverage.

And when walking back, a woman with the same color hair, but different clothing, also "happened" to be covering me from the other side of the street, strangely waiting to cross at the pedestrian activated crossing, and then giving up, and continuing on the same way.

1410h
A sudden ear itch that had to be attended to by first removing my earmuffs at the instant of re-reading the above mentioned phrase, "sticky gangstalker" as well as the woman's image being placed in mind. Exciting moment for perps, and also telling as to the level of detail they pursue me at.

Other "big events" for the perps would be the inclusion of the much offered Amazon bookmark symbol in my Firefox browser. Normally I don't like to clog my browser with other commercial products, but since I bookmark interesting things extensively, or alternatively, put them in my Amazon Wish List, I have a large collection of "might purchase some day" web pages. And since 2004 when I got my PC back together, the Amazon bookmark button has been missing from all their web pages. This wasn't too much of a problem as all I had to do was put the mouse pointer over where it should of been, click it, and lo, my Wish List page comes up and declares that I have added an item. So after over six years of this nonsense of clicking on an empty location and getting the item Wish Listed, I can now do this from my
just-installed Amazon browser button. I know this sounds trivial, and it isn't a big deal, but for the perps, it signifies a significant advance, especially given the duration before an Amazon add-on was allowed directly in the browser.

A large number of fuzzy maser balls have been coming off items in my immediate proximity and coming at me, often slowly drifting. Often these fuzzy balls come at me in pairs, and if I move my head because I cannot stand the visual perturbance, they are re-arranged to be in front of me again. There is no relief from this insane invasion.

2000h
A screaming rage show when I found out that I got screwed into clobbering a site download into an existing one, rendering the directory totally confusing as to what page what file belongs to. The the 290 page site is taking 10x longer to download the second time after I cleaned out the mess to start again. There are some interesting sites that should not go unnoticed, and I download these, though three only so far. I am totally pissed that I got set up to do a download twice, all to have the latter dowload take so long, and its task bar button flickering between yellow and green. Which is what the big deal for the perps is; slowly changing colors, over 20 to 50 minutes or so. Now I see the job stalled out and stopped, an apparent sever error. Why is it the perps have to fuck everything I do, from the simplest things on up?

And the second smaller download is now stalled out; two downloads that worked perfectly fine, except they were into the same directory (read, total mind fuck) leading to total confusion had to be redone, and then neither of them completed, getting a supposed server error. This is totally fucking sick that I am not allowed to dowload free and availible material for my own use.

2300h
Doing resume update and re-work while music is playing in my headphones. I am reminded of a big perp moment with overhead rumbling noise that gets layered on when saving files, copy/paste etc.

Enough high excitement and now blogging off.

Fixing the Place

0945h

This is the kind of bullshit that TI's get to deal with. For the record, I don't do mass mailings or spammings, given the grief I am put through for even turning a page in a book or turning a light switch on. So why did this erupt immediately after I sent a message to a recruiter (after extensive fuckery and obstruction), and then stop an email following it that I wanted to sent to a TI?. And what is the sense of it when they control what I remember and do, setting me up for this;

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More stupid shit from the assholes, including stripping out all the edit commands in Blogspot, just like they do in my Yahoo Mail.

2100h
A visitation to the First Feral Family home today, ostensibly for cleaning as my perp-abetting mother indicated in advance, though not how it turned out. I helped her haul out the stove and fridge so she could clean behind and underneath them, but I was put on fixing duty. The front door sweep (to seal drafts in), had fallen off and my mother wanted me to fix it. And as it "happened", the screw holes were rotted out, so I had to use the drill to clean them out to a 3/4" depth, then set on a shopping trip to get glue, dowel rod to plug the holes, and new screws as the old ones were reacting with the wood. So... off to gangstalk hell, Home Depot, though it wasn't too bad, save being misinformed by a staff member as to where the hose clamps were. The latter being another project at the FFF house, fixing the cheap-assed bamboo lawn rake with a hose clamp to secure the fan of tines to the shaft. The lawn rake repair had been started two days ago, using a pulling tool to bring a wire through the end of the tines so they were joined by the wire running through the hole I bored with the drill. 

All very arranged this, "finding" a drill at the FFF house that was said to be elsewhere, and having me supply my drill bits to the cause. That the bits are in a red index case is also a big deal, as my mother suddenly erupted outside when I was running the drill in the holes to clean them out. I had put on a band of masking tape on the drill to mark the depth location, and given the perps' fanatic attention to adhesives and especially roll tape, I should not of been too surprised. All to have her come by and talk to me while running the drill and for her to put some window washing materiel (blue solution and 8' aluminum telescoping pole with cleaning end) nearby. 

The perps also had me internally debating if I was going to fix the rotted screw holes properly at the same time, as there was so little wood, and mostly blackish powder I was getting out of the screw hole. But as the 1/4" dowel was already purchased, it was going ahead. And lo, if she didn't have any of the disposable gloves she had before, thereby causing me to come into direct contact with the glue, a new-to-me kind of Elmers that is weatherproof, needed for the outside of the door. And as part of the setup, the glue that had been around had disappeared, as I was sure I would find some. It seems that the perps like me to have some time limited direct contact with new solutions and glues, and so it came to pass that I got the glue on my fingers, and it was a freaking mess, as it got on the hammer face when driving the dowels in. The first hole went fine, cleanly slipping the glued dowel in the hole to full depth by hand, but for the remaining five holes  the dowel got stuck and had to be hammered. And lo, if there wasn't any mineral spirits to clean up, as there usually is, forcing me to look in at least three places for something comparable, the paint thinner in the garage.

And what is the deal with 1/4" dowel rod that isn't up to spec? A 1/4" drill bit was visibly too big, and I went 1/64" smaller, and still the dowel rod fitted in cleanly. Then it was said to be hardwood, but it was some kind of soft crap that mashed when being tapped by the hammer. All too bizarre that the perps won't let me do a glue plug job without fucking the size of the purchased material as well as the splaying dowel material. I suppose they want me to take a chisel to it to clean it off the front of the door when I return to this fix-it job in two days' time. Maybe I hadn't used the 15/64" drill bit before, and it was all about the initial use of a rotational cutting tool (see below).


Then the 1638h bus back to downtown, the assholes arranging the green coated dudes around me this time, in the transverse seats on the rear elevated deck, with another pair of dudes constantly nattering across the aisle. They switched places after a few minutes of boarding the bus for some mysterious reason, maybe to keep the yellow shoe laced fucker's feet out of my view, as he was stretching his legs across the aisle to get my attention as an invasive threat. The fuckers did this identical move with a negro girl's hands last week, pretending for her to absent mindedly run them across the back of the intervening seat for no reason and then check on me when they were within personal space threat distance. Then she did it again, not unlike today's near-footsie threat from the other side of the aisle.


Back to the drill and router bit nonsense again. Two days ago when at the FFF house, the across-the-street neighbor, a long standing noisemaker, started up his woodworking router when I awoke and got out of bed that morning, and then again in the afternoon when I just started weed digging and removal in the front yard, 30' closer to his place. And today, a half block away and at the corner I turn to go to the bus stop, why, another woodworking router job started up to noise cover me for 150' in each direction. Routers typically rotate at 20,000 rpm or more, so I can only assume that it serves not only for its noise (very distinctive) but the rotating bit and motor components are also of prime interest, not to mention the elevated EMF of the router motor. 


And I got browned on the outbound city bus this morning. My mother put on a song and dance that she needed coffee beans for Christmas, and that she couldn't find any quality coffee beans at her regular stores. So, she asked me to get coffee beans at my local supermarket, and I did two nights ago in an major gangstalked visitation. The coffee beans were in my fridge for a day, and I took them out this morning and took them with me on the bus. And the seating occupancy was arranged such that the only vacant area was on the center rearmost bench seat. I put the coffee beans down beside me, and checked out the seat neighbors, and lo, if they weren't brown skinned. An E. Indian on each side one seat in between, and on the tranverse seat about the same radial distance away, why, a negro woman. Worse yet, she had the fugly corn rows, and I cannot stand these just as much as dreadlocks. Good one that; hound me with the Coffee Corps for 8.5 years (coffee bearing Fuckwit gangstalkers), mind-fuck me into transporting coffee beans on the city bus (a mobile gangstalk platform), and then put the brown skinned ones around me. All part of the "browning around" games, and in keeping with the perp games, having an adjacent brown color reference next to me.


Then in aiding my perp-abetting mother, she wanted me to drive to the specialty grocery store where the parking stupidity rages supreme, with clusterfucks of vehicles on the road backed up from the putzing parking going on. And the first thing she wants to look at is the freaking bread, to purchase two loaves; one goes in the basket I was carrying, and another is put back, and this troupe of Fuckwits was all over me from 12' outside the store with a rude sidewalk constriction, and then selecting the carry basket got me at least one who was immediately ahead of me, and then at least five converged on this small grocery store's bread selection. And it stayed that way, with this total cluster fuck around me, with the asshole gangstalking jerks rotating in and out of service at each location we stopped at. And the placement of items in the carry basket, to then remove them was also done for the ham, being plastic wrapped, always a big deal for the sick assholes. Then a major bozo stunt of my mother when it came time to pay the cashier; looking at her checkbook to find cash, not finding it, putting it away, then looking in it again, getting out her wallet which is where she keeps the cash, and then putzing around putting it away, and having me go major impatient, though not outwardly so. The goings on of the FFF at this grocery store, visited 2 to 4x/year have always been bizarre, and I have yet to make one more trip to get the Christmas turkey with her. A major cluster fuck last year, and all the times before of this annual ritual. And lo, if they didn't have coffee beans there thay my mother could of purchased instead of sending me on this "brown-around" with my brown skinned seatmates on the bus earlier.


As part of this shopping gambit, my mother needed to clean behind the fridge before we set off shopping, having me pull it four feet from the wall after significant push-back as it "somehow" got stuck on some blackish tar-like compound under its front whee. Translated, that was the excuse to play gravity fucking games, and have me pull and push to no avail, as in futile effort, a long standing theme of their jerkarounds. But, they did let me finally pull the fridge from the wall and my mother cleaned in behind it, leaving it out to dry while we went shopping. Translated, that means that someone wanted the fridge moved before a number of new items such as the just purchased ham was put in the fridge, once I replaced it back into its usual location. The fridge games are endless it seems; moving items around, moving the fridge, moving an item from my fridge to my mother's or vice versa, and freezer to cooler movement of items, mostly accomplished by the scripted events, though the odd teleported item moving "by itself" when unobserved.


And for some relief, here is a link the sickos wanted me to see, the article about pallets and how the current day plastic pallets leach PBDE (polybrominated diphenyl ether  flame retardants) compounds, and that these compounds somehow end up in the contents of the pallet load itself. The perps seem to like me to learn about these ubiquitous pollutants, and that they often tell me that they represent big problems for them to remotely assess their TI victim's, as they introduce energetic interactions that they cannot yet model because of hormone mimicry in this case, but also poorly understood quantum level perturbances. And who are the assholes sponsoring widespread use and worldwide pollution of these  compounds? Why, it is the same ones, fouling their own nest as it were. And running me in a 8.5 year long imposed state of duress all because they want to remotely figure their problem out. Like WTF; why cannot they seek a cooperative arrangement instead of this insane litany of extra conventional abuse? Some TI's seem to be cooperating to me, so why am I being pilloried over the fuckups of some insane organization with limitless resources who won't come out of the closet. Not my problem, so why am I being relentlessly fucked with?

2405h
A late addition, post-posting. A fearless woman who has an anomalous genetic defect that doesn't allow processing of fear, seated in the amygdala part of brain that processes emotional content. I suppose she might be of intense perp interest, as part of her amygdala isn't functioning, hence not interfering with whatever else the perps are looking for, say, psychic energies. Just my take on it, though it is most odd how often the amygdala brain region factors in so many of the perp games.

Monday Plasma and Freaks

1930h
A stayover at the First Feral Family home last night, and I got fucked into a 11 hour sleep, waking up at 1100h, and I was duly pissed about this, as it was three hours longer than normal and totally fucks up my day. My mother was out when I got up, and I assume that particular timing was a big part of it, as she is now maing more excursions when I am at her place while working on landscape maintenance duties. It was leaf raking again, recovering from the snow storm of last weekend when I got caught for an extra day of staying there. The bamboo rake situation is under sabotage; the older one is suddenly breaking more tines, and the new one "happened" to fall apart after using it for an hour. I fixed it, applying a tight wire to the location where all the tine heads cross, and lo, if that didn't work for more than five minutes. Back to the old rake, and a better fixit job on the new one, possibly drilling the tine heads and putting a wire through all of them to secure them. Then some hose clamps maybe to cinch them all down, wide enough to exert some grip maybe. As always, the real plan is scripted to the enth detail, down to the microsecond, and could be obviated by getting a decent built leaf rake, but that hasn't come up for some reason.

I got my neighbor noise as usual when I stepped into the FFF backyard, this time leaf blower whine, and my overhead STRATCOM flights with  their characteristic noise. Though the biggest noise eruption was after I finished the leaf raking, and applied some brown paper tie material to bunch a plant into more vertical form so the surrounding chicken wire cages that I build last weekend, (inside, while the snow was flying outside) could be effective in preventing the incessant deer browsing that erupted on these four Ocean Spray plants. The plants were purchased with my support by my mother to be the replacement plants along the E. backyard border, and the deer (or a facsimile thereof) have been intensively browsing these landscape plants. So... getting the chicken wire with my mother got me lots of attention last weekend, wrapped up in plastic as it was, and it wasn't too much of a surprise for an arranged snowstorm ot be on outside while I restled with the wires and ends to convert them into 30" diameter cages to go around the four Ocean Spray plants. So it would seem that having me touch these chicken wire cages after a week of sitting on the ground, was a big deal, as that is when the noise flurry started. The seagulls, crows, vehicle speeding past the house and a few more erupted at once the instant of contact with the chicken wire. It has long been apparent to me that the perps like wire mesh of all kinds, as some kind of energetic radiator, and I suppose having said "radiator" sitting on the ground for a week, through the snow and it melt, was a big deal. Just don't ask me why, but do note that a sudden eruption of domesticity in 02-2010 brought the delivery of a wire mesh colander and a coaser meshed scoop made of stainless steel, and they both sit dangling from the kitchen cupboards, sentinels for the continued energetic studies IMHO. The first item hasn't been used to date, and I didn't have a reason to even procure it. The second item has been used a few times, but the home cooking and other domestic needs haven't materially changed at all this year, so it is mighty strange as to why I needed them at all.

Then the city bus freakshow was a minor epic, as it was very negro-centric. There is only 3% or less negroes in this city going by the last census, but lo, if there wasn't 25% on the bus when it came. This is the whitebread suburban route outbound end, before it loops back to the same inbound arterial, and lo, if two of them didn't get off at a bus stop they must of passed on the outbound journey leg. Two got off and were seated apart and made out that they didn't know each other. Then in few minutes a load of 12 year olds got on, chose to sit around me at the back, and two were negro. One was about to sit on the opposite side and kept dithering for a minute or two, and then crossed the bus to then sit in front of me on a transverse seat. So.... jibbering kids all around me for the latter five minutes of the bus trip before I got off.

I stopped at the LD store and what an intense freakshow it was, and they skunked me on getting both a USB cord and a styptic pencil in the shaving section, so off to the cashier, and finally when it was my turn, I had to back up to the hoodie dude behind me as it seemed he wanted to get close enough to see my PIN, and then a parade of freaks flushed out while transacting on the debit card reader. A tall negro dude was making his third in-store gangstalking, then the ponytailed elder man was on his second of three gangstalkings (eventually leading me out on my usual route which I abandoned), then more shiftless males in their ridiculous ball caps, and a blonde fat girl was in the mix. The assholes were all over me at that store, and it had to be one of the all time thickest gangstalkings at that fucking hole. I never would of gone in if I was left to my usual predilections, as just-off-the-bus gangstalkings are always intense in that store, especially on Mondays.

Once I got into this apartment lobby, why, another negro "popped out" from the stairwell doorway, head lowered for some reason, maybe to have is way fugly dreadlock hair swing about, yet another Unfavored feature on an Unfavored specimen. And a new-to-here negro, as I haven't seen this one, and there have been many loitering about the apartment lobby in the 3.5 years I have lived here. All part of the spooky show, but I sure wish I knew what it was all about and why the fuck am being abuses and assailed by this arranged bullshit stream which has these undeniable consisitencies.

2055h
And a sudden need to start "ripping", a term that pisses me off some, as all it is "copying and compressing" audio files, and yet somehow it begets a new name that has no relevance that I can determine. But maybe this started long ago in the audio business, though it is a strange term.

2340h
Ripping through ripping my CD's tonight; I have about one quarter of them upstairs in my apartment, and the remainder in the locker. I reckon that this too, in whatever way serves the assholes, is a big deal, as they have had me sitting around for over a year with these CD's (since I purchased a bookcase in 09-2009), and now I am allowed to copy and compress them (into FLAC format, not served by Windows or iTunes -convenient), instead of putzing around. Small things bring large contemplations as to how ripping CD's fits into the grand scheme of this long running abuse scene.

Blogging off, and hoping there isn't too many typos- sudden demotivation about editing started in 2009.

Tapping for Fun

1045h
The overhead tapping noise has started up, mysteriously audible through the earmuffs I usually wear these days. Above apartment would be carpeted like this one, but somehow, at least a few times per week, a tapping noise of a hammer on bare concrete sets up with a peculiar pattern; a rising tapping noise and then a cessation, then again two seconds later. I don't know of any tradesman who would front for this inane method of work, and since they have been at it for some years now, what could it be? It would seem that this is the most concerted in-house tapping exercise to date, now going on for 10 minutes. Outside tapping noise has been noted in past blogs, and that there was no seeming source of the noise, not even pretend surveyors whacking wood pegs in the ground, one of the more distinctive tapping noise variants.

Plenty of plasmic and maser fuckery this morning, often replicating what I see, and then ghosting it to a off-vertical or horizontal projection, skewed and temporal versions of what I am observing. And the assholes are still at the vision fucking; blanking me out, dimming it down, and forcing a headshake to "relieve" it, as in a scripted reprieve.

And the running water noise has also been playing big this morning. The putative neighbor took three showers (studio suite) by the time I finished up the morning breakfast and bathroom routine. Last night, the same putative neighbor started the on/off faucet chirping noises after five minutes of going to bed. So..., on with the earmuffs in bed, which then became a fucking game of making addtional noise of the sheets somehow scraping on the earmuffs, no matter the number of preventive orientations I attempted.

1745h
An afternoon visit to the LD store; the chocolate fix needed to be sated, and there were some legit drugstore items. What a nightmare, with getting obstructed at the entrance with one access blocked, and the other with this old duffer in a cane, and the staff member in blue, the same blue as my jacket, trailing behind him. Then he stops to narrow the space to go around him for me to get a blue shopping basket. I get the drug store items, and pass through the gangstalker gauntlet to the chocolate section, and this fucking duffer was planted over the Milka bars, my current "need". Another five where planted nearby, and at least three aisle constricting displays were also arranged. I get to the checkout and get the cashier with on arm, another freak-out they have pulled on me, and then when it comes time to depart, the parading skinheaded Asian then blocks the exit, and then gradually wanders away pretending to not know that he was doing this bullshit.

Another parking lot wanderer in gumboots noticed on my outbound leg was there again when inbound (returning), sitting at the bench they have arranged near the stairs. Then a leopard patterned blouse wearing woman steps 6' in front of me, exiting the hair salon, and does the lead-ahead gangstalk routine. Then when about to go down the stair, this asshole dude in red hair "happens" to be arriving at the top of the stairs with a dolly and grey plastic bin garbage can, and then flicks it toward me, not looking, to then place these on the surface for him to push. Totally fucking rude to go out of his way to place this fucking plastic bin 1' from me, pretending to  be oblivious.

Then more scum are crossing my path; the long haired males are playing big, especially with wide brimmed cowboy hats. I get to the cross walk, get held up at  the pedestrian traffic control, and the leopard pattern bloused woman "happens" to be on my tail still. All the parking to be had, including next to the hair salon, and here she is tailing me for half a block. But now she has put on her black leather jacket now she is out of the shade, and then stops behind me for four seconds while I was waiting to make the second street crossing.

Another fucking woman was hot on my tail when going into the LD store, putting on this energetic walk, and then I see her when in there at the back of the store, and then when I get out, she is on my tail again. It is most bizarre that I cannot be allowed to go shopping without this fucking insane and invasive collection of assholes tailing and stunting me with their pathetic props. Eight years of this insane bullshit, and still they lack to basic gumption to show up and identify themselves.

Another fat slob dude in the lobby when I got back, hanging around the mail boxes for whatever reason, likely to discourage me as the assholes were suggesting that I get my mail. This is a very common trick, at least 2x/week; planting the notion that I should get my mail when passing through the lobby, and then having a Fuckwit doing sentry duty next to it, the effective "discouragement". Another bizarre asshole was this woman in a carmine red jacket standing at the pedestrian crosswalk on the "Walk" signal, who then uses this self imposed delay to park herself behind me for the next crossing, and then she just disappears, not to be seen again. The fuckers also put a very fat negro woman on when on my return leg, arranging to pass by at a constriction in the sidewalk (concrete surface) from a tree, and then immediately after this apparition, they direct me to see another fat woman, though Caucasian woman crossing the street (asphalt surface). What is this bullshit all about, and don't tell me it was the office workers, as there isn't that many around here, and it was 1445h or so, when they are mostly at work. What is this profusion of freaks and others all about, and why are they escalating their fucking games to get closer to me and making themselves more obvious?

Yesterday I got a very obvious teleportation in plain view. This same beat that I am complaining about above, was the location of a shiftless male Fuckwit who arrives on the sidewalk some 40' in front of me, coming out from behind a sign. Well as it so happens, the sign is only 4' wide by 2' high and raised off the ground by some 3', and yet somehow this fucker arrives from behind it, not being seen approaching it or his legs underneath. Then the fucker comes toward me some 10', begins to cross the road (jaywalk), then reverses course in front of me to do the lead-ahead gangstalk routine again. I am about to pass the fucker, and lo, if two more Fuckwits aren't coming at me to arrange a swarm as the first Fuckwit then decided to stop in mid sidewalk and then light a cigarette with his lighter.

And yesterday post bus drop-off, although not so invasive or obvious, a dude in casual city wear is doing a slow trot with an black and white Adidas shoe box under his arm. Like WTF; no buses to catch in this locale, and looking totally stupid. Three days before that, an Asian woman in red was doing a slow trot behind me to then pass me on the sidewalk, again no buses to run for in the immediate locale. She then stops running, I pass her by, and I assume she tailed me for the remaining half a block. I just don't get why the gangstalking is getting so fucking obvious and stupid these days.

2230h
Some reading tonight, going back to the researchers of the 1930's who made great and effective treatment advances and got screwed over for it; Raymond Rife, George Lakhovsky, Antoine Prioré and... one more that I cannot recall, a woman who made better resolution microphotographs with radiology than we can get today under an electron microscope. Enough suppresive "science" followed to keep the pharmaceutical world going on an exponential growth curve that is still in effect today. Which begs the real agenda, what it the real aim behind all this experimentation, and I am including birth control pills in this, given the recent coverage they are getting for their 50th anniversary.

Anyhow, time to call this one done, and accede to the tomorrow's testing/harassment, which is to have me get up and go online without benefit of prior breakfast or bathroom routine, and report on the exact address of  a garage sale my computer-advese in-town brother wants to chase down while he is prepositioned in the neighborhood. More jerking around. Three days ago the ruse was to have me walk between his two PC's in his house to get his infernal email set up, then hitting the wall with the infernal Windows POP server setup bullshit that surely must be a perp Fuckover stunt. And as I typed that I got the motorcycle noise through the earmuffs, and they have been very diligent today in noisestalking me whenever I make a reference to them, in this blog posting or in my handwritten journal, or even my rage-fications at the assholes, thankfully on the light side today.

Retrofitting My Eyeglasses

1145h
Back to the attractive blonde woman at the optician's to measure my glasses and fuss all over me while the quest to get cable temples retrofitted to my glasses continues. All because the said eyeglasses get pulled and jerked with by unseen forces, most often when my hands are occupied. A few days ago they just "shot off" my face and landed in my hand that was at the ready. Getting cable temples, notoriously unavailible except for a few models, will take away the excuses. And I suppose sending them off for a custom job will be part of the game while the old ones are back on my face. They already pulled that stunt for a few days when they "forgot" to edge polish the glasses, and the optician "didn't notice". Never mind the bad acting when she said that. And I found out that my email to her back in January "didn't arrive" somehow, so I resent it with the accompanying sound of noisestalking.

And said blonde optician was dressed in a white and brown colored top, the white portion raised in a filagree like pattern over the brown. A few years ago when they were hounding me at the doctors' office and jerked me around with "forgetting" my appointment while I waited for a half hour, there was a young attractive blonde woman seeming to do counselling for one of the patients. Only near the end of that half hour was I allowed to know it was the same woman who was in my swim lane for at least five years, and "somehow" I didn't recognize her or her voice until they let me in on the fuckery.

There were the usual flush of dudes and Unfavoreds when I exited the opticians; skinheads, native Indians, shiftless male fuckwits, suits with papers and the seeming moronic one who purports to live next door in what I call the "common room", the apartment where a variety of gangstalkers have emerged; negros, Asians, grannies and now the certifiable halfwit who has the unerring ability to "happen" to be where I am. For those who don't know why I am going on about Unfavored demographic group members/gangstalkers, brown colors and blondes, these are the links.

2050h
Talk about severe gangstalking tonight, it was disproportionate. Six fuckwits waiting outside the doors of the apartment building on my exit to the cleaning job at the car dealership. Then at least 60 others for the two block walk, never mind the vehicular gangstalking. Yesterday on this beat I had an illegal left turning vehicle cross the sidewalk 10' in front of me, and the asshole driver was staring at me. WTF; who has the stupidity to make an illegal left into the oncoming driveway lane (all visible beforehand) and then look sideways at the nearest pedestrian he cut off will negotiating this stunning piece driving? Only those who are orchestrated to do so. I also got a stare earlier yesterday from an oncoming cyclist on the sidewalk. Another WTF; engaging in an illegal act and then looks at me pissed off at this fuckwit.

Back to today's insane and intense gangstalking; it wasn't too bad at the car dealership save some late staying "customers" that managed to circulate twice around me, 35 minutes apart. The seeming staff member in Service that was lingering behind pulled his second shit stunt. While I am cleaning up downstairs, he goes upstairs to the men's, does something but doesn't flush the toilet, and then walks through the cleaned area downstairs. Cleaned with the vacuum cleaner, and regular readers know how much the perps like to arrange vacuum cleaners around me and have me or other gangstalkers walk over the just vacuumed surface. I go upstairs to clean the washroom and this guy has left shit particles in the toilet, as if it were suspended sand. How can anyone take a shit like that, never mind if the use of the flushing could accomplish this. As this is the second and identical time it has happened with this Parts dude, I can only suggest it is yet more of the perps' shit and brown campaign. Somehow, the major turd gets teleported out of there, and the few remaining grains are there for some kind of color reference. This topic is so fugly I am going to stop, even if there is more I can add.

Tonight, I learn from the boss man, who came for some "time out" as there were too many late customers for him to finish the job, that I don't need to mop the floor every night like I was doing for the past three months, only every two days. Funny how he never asks the details on what it taking me the longest to do and why, but drops out these "training bulletins" every so often. When I first started I was cleaning the entire Service area floor each night, and was finally "allowed" to relax this to just the busy areas each night. Now, just the busy areas every two nights. And so it goes, but I am grateful for the job, and it keeps me in chocolate and that has been the biggest budget drain for the past five years, being stiffed with a food item I don't need and could easily do without if it weren'f for the mind fucking and the perps' "need" to have me eat brown colored foods for them to figure out what their fucking issue is, vis a vis me (victim). If I don't like the color brown, then who cares? A relentless and depraved phallanx of Fuckwits, now nearly seven overt years of harassment, and for 47 years before that.

Anyhow, when I got out of the car dealership I headed to the LD store for the "forgotten" (them) half of my Rx, and lo, if I didn't get a buck toothed, obese negro woman behind the counter. And of course, more games to delay "finding" the Rx, and what medication it was again, after telling them the first time. This entire episode started out because the doctor didn't "think" to provide me an Rx when I saw him the time before last. Then I had to get a phoned Rx, and the doctor doubled the white pills, and the pharmacy tech told me about it, and advised me not to double up on the medication. Fine, I have been taking the same Rx for over six years now. When I saw the doctor a week ago he gave me a new Rx and I took it in to be filled, He asked about the doubled up white pills and I told him that I didn't know how that happened but it was incorrect. So..., I take the Rx into be filled and come back the next day and lo, they are out of the yellow pills. Finally, I get the yellow pills and then they "forgot" to add the white pills. Four successive trips to the LD store after work, and each trip I purchase Cadbury Creme Eggs, chocolate eggs with a white and orange goo in them to simulate the inside of an egg. Needless to say almost, the noisestalking has increased markedly while eating this infrequent item, and too, the pill intake has varied each day accordingly. Day 1, Monday, no medication intake, the "forget" day, Day 2, no yellow medications but old white one availible because the Rx was doubled by "mistake". Day 3, the same, Day 4 new yellow medications with old white medication. Day 5, new yellow medication with new white medication. All I hope is that this colossal and obsessive machinations over what color of medication I take and the associated yellow color games (eggs, vehicles and gangstalker colors, often with brown), is fucking over. But it isn't, and the assholes are totally predictable and will be at it again, mark my words.

After the LD store then I stop in at the supermarket to get bar chocolate, and had four women clustered around me there. Two were dissimilar redheads, both in grey long coats. Then I had to get coffee, and get it ground up in the grinder, which means I am total gangstalker bait while doing this. Not only is it a brown substance being actively created, but that I am tied to the spot for some five minutes to prevent fuckups, spills and other perp fuckery if allowed. Just like always, I had the assholes around me; left side, then right side, and back again. Then I got fucked out of remembering to get goat milk and was only reminded when seeing it at the checkout. So I go to the back of the store and the fuckers are all over me, blocking aisles and crossing my path in front of me. I get back to the checkout and there is a surge of "customers", and my coffee grinding gangstalker was two in front of me, a large woman between us. Then the redheads "show up" and linger beyond the checkout. Finally I get through and then when leaving the chinless store assistant and a customer converge on me, a mini-swarm. The I get through the doors and the redheads and the others are there in the sidewalk, leaving a narrow 2' path past them, beside the flowers. I was being mind fucked to be highly reactive as well, scooting out of there in an imposed panic. I still had my Asian dude show of at least six at the next pedestrian crossing, and finally I was out of this infernal gangstalk gauntlet the assholes spring on me. Count the Unfavored demographic group members; chinless, redhead, large persons, negro, buck teeth, etc. Enough of this perp beserkness.

Other prepatory games were to force me to have a nap this afternoon with constant road traffic noise for the entire nap. And I wore the earmuffs for most of the afternoon, and it seems that doing this is major gangstalking bait anytime I head out. A long way of saying that the perps went totally beserk tonight, and even rage-fied me when I got back for good measure. It is interesting to note how this is changing in the daytime, and not always full-on abuse all day.

I see that the local boulevard trees have pink blossoms on them, still on the trees. And as part of the perps' color balance games they put on some same colored plasma clouds some 20' ahead of me, presumably to test this same color over the concrete sidewalk. This is very common for the perps to "balance out" colors in short two second or less exposures to a 6' wide, 2' high plasma cloud in this case. Sometimes the plasma games are larger, especially if they need to put it over a street to emulate a vehicle's color that is not in the current mix they have nearby.

2230h
Knee torquing torture tonight; this is where the lower part of my leg is remotely manipulated and twisted slowly until I notice the knee pain. This is to presumably "tweak" neural energies in the brainstem area, which is connected to the knees to enable bipedal walking. Note, I cannot apply this myself, and that it is now "happening" just as I move to a new web page, bookmark a page etc. Much like noisestalking has been arranged simultaneously at these same moments for the past seven years.

This one is done for the day, and now to ponder if I am to get another disrupted sleep like each of the last two nights; kept awake for hours with loud vehicle noises at a rate over three/minute, forced head flipping every two minutes, a light REM sleep, an early 0600h awakening to hear yet more serial road traffic noise (projected IMHO, as the streets are not that busy then), and a 0700h get up time. An near identical sleep script both nights, another never-before overt harassment event.

Stones on the Window

1830h
More of this bullshit where some asshole lobs small stones against my window, pretending to be looking for a neighbor. This time the fucker was on his cell phone while pulling this stunt, the EMF device of first resort for gangstalkers and the rest of the like vermin.

Anyhow, I had a busier day with apartment looking and application submitting activities, which made for great gangstalking as I was head to the same location twice in one day. And the gangstalking assholes are still in a more aggressive mode, jumping on my tail while they "happen" to be coming from side streets and doorways. Worse yet, they dress them up in ugly colors of orange, brown and red combinations. Normally, no one walks as fast as I do, but today they put on a gangstalker who passed me, wearing the same color of coat (olive drab) and also packing a black colored briefcase on his right shoulder, just as I was. It is fucking nuts to be hounded like this all the time, and even in my own room, per above stone lobbing.

In between my apartment searching duties I had yoga with the regular group in the basement of an apartment building. There were plenty of plasmic events, and of course no one said anything. The perps have my attention controlled enough to have me look at objects or people when I don't want to or wouldn't ordinarily do. There is this one woman in the class they have me look at, but I am really not interested in her, or anyone else for that matter, as the burden of this harassment precludes any kind of social interaction, which is probably the plan. This woman also talks to the instructor when I am leaving, parking herself closet to the exit pathway. This standardized routine has happened at least six times so far, with today's variant being that they were in the hallway and not inside the classroom. In fact, these chats have been incrementally moving toward the door, and then hallway, little by little, each week. Anyhow, it is not a big deal, and I don't have any desire to start anything up, though she could be a morph-over of someone I know a whole lot better. It is simply one of those curiousities that surfaces in the ongoing harassment netherworld that I live in.

And it is the day of forced but also felt farts that occur at key junctures for the harassment assholes; while entering a door way, opening my fridge, touching brown color tortillas, and many hundreds of others while under their microscope of analysing my every move, keystroke and breath. Often a coincident noise will erupt at the same time; beeping vehicles, coughing and hacking, diesel engine startup, loud mufflered vehicles etc. One could call this "fart stalking" I suppose. This has been a constant for the last five years, but today they also ramped it up in the style of being more aggressive about it.

And in the parking lot outside my room, the perps put on a deep metallic red VW camper all day, and it offers both a steel body and a fiberglass top in the same color. Then when starting dinner up, they pulled it and put an identical colored sedan in its place, then five minutes later, an identical colored SUV parked next to it.

I find the perps' obsession with VW campers (Westphalia) interesting, as I owned two of them, serially for some six years. It is a common stalking vehicle, and has also been owned by thought-to-be friends of the past. I suppose, with the engine in the rear, it offers some attractions for the perps to continue their games of hounding me with their energetics assay activity. I never liked them as they were always so underpowered, and yet they could of been the minivan of the day since the 1960's if they were more comfortable, six inches lower, and had more engine power. Instead, it was Chrysler that introduced the minivan to considerable success in the 1980's.

There were at least 800 vehicles on today's vehicular gangstalking today, and there were plenty of color coordinated formations; at one location they had three burgundy colored vehicles in file waiting at a traffic light, all of the same flat finish (non metallic) and then a red colored vehicle joined up with them to make it four red, or red derivative, colored vehicles in file.

The ambulatory gangstalkers are putting on more reds and browns of late; one woman had a long coat that ended six inches above the ground, an absurd garment for this climate and weather, in a very bright fuschia red.

2000h
The perp operatives are on the move again, and engaging in their games of add-on burpings, chatter, heavy tromping of feet, and front door slamming to which my room shakes as the "coincident" event.

When setting off for the second time today, the perps put on (my) brother-like gangstalker who "happened" to be coming down the stairs as I was in the hallway opposite, some 4' away. This is the same fucker that emerges from a room opposite mine, and it appears that he gets to change his room more often that is evident, which really suggests that he doesn't live here at all, but is teleported and morphed-over to put on this hang-dog and totally avoidant eye contact act. That may be slim evidence, but this fucker is getting a lot of gangstalker time, and it must be someone I know, possibly very well.

And in another deja vu, the perps put on one of my former co-workers in the Ministry of Forests as an ambulatory gangstalker in the very same location as three months ago, except he (and I) were walking in opposite directions. Of course he pretended not to know me, but after two gangstalkings, I wonder if he signed up with the assholes, or is still in his Ministry job.

2020h
Some males have arrived in the parking lot outside my room and set up their nattering which is meant to be overheard from my right side. Then while reading an interview, the coughing and hacking started up whenever I read the interviewer's questions, but not for the answers. Go figure. As to whether the content is an issue for the perps or not, I cannot say. I happen to be reading an interview of a person asking an Reptilian (Lacerta File) questions, here. This is a fascinating read, and part 2 offers an explanation as to why a photograph can capture an UFO image where the photographer cannot see it. The reason, because they manipulate a switch in our brains on the UFO's flight path that causes it to be unseen. Not a logically provable reason, but one that leads to other questions as to how many of us are being manipulated and how at any given time? The Lacerta alien states there are 14 alien species on the planet of which three are hostile. So hostile, that they don't send abductees back. Scary.

2050h
And for the third time, the outside male banterers have re-arrived and are duly speaking and coughing, with no discernable reason for loitering in the dark back end of a parking lot in a mostly residential area. And of course they are sometimes coughing, just like so many others do, everywhere I go. As mentioned in past blogs, I should wear a T-shirt with a target on it that says "start coughing here". And for added action, some of the putative rooming house "residents" are also breaking out in coincident coughing on my left side. And if that isn't enough, they somehow seem to start the coughing when reading various trigger words that are in vogue.

2115h
The male banter outside my room has finally ended, and so relative quiet has descended, though I don't know for how long. As in seconds, as a coughing outburst started outside my room. Fucking sick that someone is subjected to this much harassment after 47 years of being covertly fucked with.

2210h
Another visitation from the bantering males in the parking lot outside my room. There are added noises of vehicle door closures (slammings more like), and proximate loud mufflered vehicles that constantly inhabit my aural world.

2225h
Time to call this a posting and blog off. Nothing too vital tonight, but if I get off topic, as per the perp's script, they dither my reading to make me move on. Now the overhead clunking has arrived in advance in taking a crap, one of the biggest noise and plasma stalked events going.