Christmas and the First Feral Family

12-30-2014
Last week, Christmas and the faux cheer from the First Feral Family, presently at my perp abetting mother's residence in Victoria, BC. This is a travel trip from Penticton where I reside, but as it "happened", it was arranged to spend Christmas in Kamloops with my brother and family. I did the driving in each direction, and even was allowed the foresight to pack a few of my belongings and drop them off at my place in Penticton, adding some three hours onto the drive. Call it a 5 day road trip within the confines of a three week road trip. This has been done before, two years ago with all the same players, vehicle etc. One notable difference was there was a new highway 17 that cut out some 40 min. of  stop-start driving, and thank goodness for that. They were at least 30 years in behind in getting highway from the Tsawwassen ferry terminal to Hwy 1.

And my mother is in her ditz mode again, pretending to be unaware and then being very sharp or else run to be so. Her hearing is worse, and so things must be repeated at loud volume. Perfect perp fodder, who seem to revel in causing events to occur twice or more.

My farm worker friend came by yesterday, now in the horticulture business, and coincidentally (har, har) does work on my mother's suburban property. This was after I cut a 3" bough from a pine tree in the backyard that was drooping into the area where my mother wants the compost pile rebuilt. She had the tree climbers/arborist outfit working in the backyard in the summer, but they all somehow missed dealing with the most problematic branch of all. I don't know what it is that the perps are so nuts about when it comes to trees and plants, but clearly they wanted me to work on the offending branch and to be then taken on a walk in a wooded trail. I wanted to do a backwoods hike but she jammed out on me. Before she arrived, the perps made sure I had my lunch, paced around, and then ate a 100g chocolate bar, just barely finishing it when the doorbell rang. Funny how they want me out and about post-chocolate bar ingestion.

To finish of my walk yesterday, the perps put on two Caucasian families with children, and lo, if there wasn't an adopted negro child too who tailed me on his bicycle and even got in the way a couple of times too. Just what I love, child gangstalkers. How do they know to stalk me?

And of course the negro viewing has increased here in the bigger city, as well as on TV, which I see often while at the First Feral Family residence, as I don't have TV service where I live. Today they even put on a negro just-stand-there stalker at the road side while I was driving my mother past. In a red and olive green hoodie busy staring up at absolutely nothing, in keeping with many of the roadside gangstalk Fuckwits.

The perps have also given me a cold, which necessitated a trip to the local LD store to load up on supplements to combat this biological incursion. And I see today they added on a cold sore, though I don't think they are biologically related, as I have never had both at once before.

And the world tragedies seem to erupt with uncommon coincidences when I relocate to the FFF residence; it was Dec. 17 when I flew down, and that evening on TV there was video clips from a commercial passenger aircraft that hit 40 minutes of severe turbulence with some passengers getting hurt. A day after taking the ferry back to Victoria on Dec. 27, why, an Italian ferry headed to Greece in the Adriatic Sea had a fire below on the car deck and all living passengers were airlifted amidst a howling gale and through the night. And too, an Air Asia flight, QZ8501 has gone missing in the Java Sea....


The news had it that it was a tragic coincidence that three S Asian flights suffered tragedy all in one year. Coincidence my ass; the perps just love to dump aircraft into the ground or ocean, and seem to have an unerring knack of pulling this stunt in concert with me relocating/traveling. Flight TWA800 "happened" within two days of me traveling to France and staying at a village house for a week. As it was Paris bound it was all over the TV news in France, and I didn't need any translation upon seeing the imagery. My then wife, part of this insane orchestrated abuse when I was kept as a naive victim, was quite (extra) pissy over the TWA800 tragedy when on the TV news, and busied herself by working in the kitchen out of viewing range of the TV. I thought her behavior was a little odd then, and as this insane life orchestration and relentless abuse erupted in 04-2002, and all its managed coincidences came to be known, it fitted the pattern I have come to know, and have just articulated

12-31-2014
Another late get-up at 0930h and not really getting going until 1100h. And imposed hijinx on the small amount of mortar (cement) I needed to make up. My brother gave me the full 20kg paper bag which somehow got a hole in it so he put it in a cardboard box. And lo, if the box didn't have a hole in it once I began to handle it, and so I put it in another cardboard box. But that didn't work as the split bag spilled some more, so I put the bag into a plastic garbage bag. And lo, despite my careful efforts, the garbager bag split and so I put it into a second plastic bag that finally contained the leaking mortar mix. At each transition I had to clean it up of course, so these streaks of grey cement powder remained no matter how much I swept it with the broom.

All that pissing around to put two cup fulls in this door in the wall which seems to get successively invaded by ants, and now some animal that likes to dump gravel in it.  This door in the wall is where the municipal water supply feeds the house, and we know who likes to study water supplies via this victim, don't we?

Compost sifting this afternoon, and lo, if the hacking neighbor didn't come out to attend to his compost next to the fence. Then the steel grinding neighbor chipped in with more noise, as did the table saw noise act. Oddly, no lawnmower noise. Then the S-76 Sikorsky air ambulance did two low passes, presumably to give me ambulance coverage from above as we haven't had enough of the vehicular kind this FFF visitation, have we? As in not; about every hour or two of driving one would "happen" to be on the highways per above road trip.

01-01-2015
No excitement in bringing on the new year; my perp-abetting mother stayed up as we watched something that counted the minutes and seconds. Before that it was PBS and a tedious Gershwin suite of the NY Philharmonic Orchestra. It was New Year themed, but was mistimed so to not coincide with the New year in the PST zone. Besides, the guest negro vocalists, both in great voice, were no doubt arranged for both of us to see. As mentioned many times, if one has been locked in cages with negro children, (see here), then one has quite a different perspective and abreaction profile to various skin colors.

About a week ago the CBC news put on a substitute negro male anchorman, and I bailed on it, seeing yet another perp rouse to have me get more negro exposures. I turned the TV off and went to bed, but for some strange reason my perp-abetting mother "needed" to see the news and turned the TV on and watched this same newscast for a whole two minutes and then turned it off. Can we say emulation games again?

The laundry fuckery continues; my mother's washing machine puts on more lint thatn the clothes had when they were put in. And she puts on the ditz act when I bring it to her attention, just like last year at this time. So... I decided to beat this by taking my laundry to a laundromat instead. And lo, if my laundry didn't get fucked with again, as there were (non-lint) whitish streaks on my clothes, ostensibly "from" the powdered detergent I used. And why is laundry sabotage so important to the sickos? Regular readers will know that other forms of laundry sabotage are;

• stealing it and having the E. Indian thief wear my clothes, 
• stealing it for good, having the load stop due to imbalance problem when I am totally fastidious about loading the washing machine evenly, 
• having abetting shills, Ms. C as one example, volunteering to do my laundry,
• stiffing me with detergent with unwanted perfume smell, 
• having fabrics pill in odd places, 
• pulling threads even on synthetic clothes, 
• linting "from" the washing machine, 
• having two loads in side by side identical washing machines, one with a black colored vane, the other a white colored vane, and of course the
• parade of Fuckwits and dither-ditz's loiter around me for no seeming reason.

And when will this insane mania over my laundry ever end?

Other normal-peculiar FFF perp abetting behavior on this trip is to have them flex their foot and wave it about while seated and watching TV, all to have it "happen" in my peripheral vision for the most part. Both my mother did this, and my brother when visiting them in Kamloops. Once noticed, I shift myself or the TV tray to obstruct this stupid shit that has gone on for every extended visit since 04-2002 when this abusive insanity began and hasn't let up.

The perps even went extra silly yesterday on this theme/foot-waving stalking. I moved the TV tray to block the sight of my mother's foot waving, but wasn't thorough enough as there was a small sliver remaining. She then placed her foot such that it was in this small window, and so I moved the TV tray some more to obstruct it again. This time she moved her foot higher to be seen above the TV tray, not below. So then I shifted my position in my chair to turn away from this idiotic pursuit of my peripheral vision and finally it was over. Three attempts to rid her waving foot in my peripheral vision, which suggests that my vision is totally monitored and that every possible angle of visibility is known, and that she gets immediate direction where to place her foot. If someone can explain that in a conventional context I would surely like to know.

01-03-2015
Another late get-up, 0930h, for 9.5 hours of sleep, with 8.0 being my usual. Nearly every day they have screwed me into 9+ hours of sleep. Long ago, before the Day Of  Infamy (04-2002) when they began with a high tech apartment invasion, I could never figure out why January was such a doggy month and was doing 9+ hours of sleep each day. Now I know, it was the Fuckwits, and for "some reason" they like to run me with extra sleep this month of the year.

I was slinging compost in the backyard of the FFF house here, as the gardener and my brother couldn't get it together to do this for the last three months. And as it "happened" they didn't dig out the 2014 compost in the summer and piled leaves and debris on it. And so I had to combine the two very different piles and make them one consistent compost pile, which I did.

And so the neighbor noises sprang to life again; lawnmowers (yup, in early January), house tapping/faux construction, neighbor throat clearing and hacking, hot-rod muffler noise, neighborhood vacuum cleaners, overhead aircraft etc. When the 1530h afternoon dusk onset dinginess came on, the leaf blower whine started up for the last hour until I got it into one big pile. And even my perp-abetting mother got into digging some sieved soil/compost that was available. Then she came out again for a pointless question, no doubt doing the house-to-compost pile gangstalk walk and back again. (She never asks me about when I want tea for crissakes, and the answer is always the same, when I am done (the current job)).

Before that, major gangstalking at the public library, with the cough stalking stunt the highlight. I was looking at the DVD's and this Fat Woman with a kid sneaks in within 3' of me and lets go of a mighty cough which scared the shit out of me. And after 12.5 years of insane and relentless gangstalking, how would it be possible to sneak up on a victim (me) who is in a total alert state everywhere in public? Why, mind control, aka remotely applied cognitive manipulation/obstruction. This shit who cough-stalked me was not coughing beforehand or afterwards; in other words, it was a just-for-me cough-stalk

But she wasn't the only wacko Fuckwit in the library; this dude was on just-stand-there (sentry mode) duty, and while he moved his head or his arms, he was planted in the same spot, not anywhere near a bookshelf or plausible cover story, for at least 10 minutes. Like WTF; he wasn't in any lineup and wasn't at a table or catalog, just staring away for crissakes. I did a pass near the Fuckwit to make sure he was all there, and he was looking away and shaking his head with a smirk on it for crissakes. Like he wasn't all there, as in mentally deranged.

Then onto H* D* that big box store with the orange smocked staff, and lo, if their greeter wasn't in a freaking wheelchair. Someone knows how much I loathe these particular objects, and then had me look to the side, and lo, if there wasn't an empty wheelchair there. My lucky day, and perhaps the last all-out gangstalk before I leave this freaking town (Victoria, BC) in five days.

Some TV watching last night, and my mother doing her foot-waving bullshit from her chair. And me, I turn away and block it from my vision with a TV table and my hand at my head. Then she asks a dumb question to break up my repose. And she has started a new obnoxious habit of banging the floor with her foot which nicely sends a vibration through me as I am seated some 6' away. And too, having the unerring knack of banging the floor when a negro is portrayed on TV, or even East Indians (from India) now too.

Three days ago the Fuckwits gave me a dime sized cold sore at  L end my my mouth, next to my lips. The next day I see an ad on TV at LD for Ab*a that was advertised for cold sores. After running the gangstalk gauntlet at LD, I find the product at $22 for a whole 2 grams (not much). I use it, and it begins to work, and now today, I see another product called lysine (an amino acid) also advertised to help get rid of cold sores. I haven't bought any of the latter product, but could this "activity" over cold sores be too much of a coincidence? And we know who manages coincidences don't we?

01-05-2017
My daughter came over from Vancouver for the day, all (seemingly) for a post-Christmas lunch put on my perp-abetting mother. Most curious as to why she would do that, travel on the ferry and return in one day. I can only assume it was some kind of perp inspired event, bringing the Vancouver energetics to this gangstalk town of Victoria.

My brother also came along with his obsessional nature over garage sales and picking up bargains etc. He put all my landscape prunings in his white van beforehand, so presumably the van was on gangstalk duty too. My daughter used the PC for a few minutes, and afterward I find she left her employment letter for me to see. What was that all about anyhow?

As it "happens", she starts work the same day I fly back to Penticton, so perhaps there is some perp cosmic energetics/synchrony in that for whatever they are looking for.

Onto posting this today (Monday) as I got sucked into Downton Abbey last night.

Planted Dreams Go Ugly

1125h
Another round of dystopic dreams was planted for the last hour of my sleep, and then I got the siren noise when roused from the dream sleep, ad some voice noise added in as well. It may well be the precursor to at least five more siren cascades so far when up. The reason I know the dream was planted was that it was vivid, detailed, and kept hammering on the theme of reckless and pointless warfare, namely in Iraq. It was as if I was there, and attempting to deal with the futility of everyday existence there. I have never had such detailed and protracted dreams in my life before the harassment started, and it would seem that this is an attempt to play "reality" in mind, and possibly compare it to the real thing, likely another monitored individual in those realworld conditions. Just a guess, but this is way out of line from my pre-harassment onset dream activity.

And it seems to fit with the objectives of the perps, see Pondering the Perps Objectives to check out their other abiding themes.

That wasn't enough harassment though, as I was whacked with vision impairment games for the first 20 minutes of attending to breakfast, no doubt connected in some way, given the foul dream fuckery is a relatively rare event about which subsequrent fuckery would be contingent.

The usual outside noise parade has continued since I got up at 0700h, in a rare normal sleep duration of 8 hours. It seems that the theatre model is applied to when I open the curtains each morning, today having two skits going simutaneously. There were the two same brown dressed individuals walking in an arm flinging near-goose step walk together about 300' away, appearing as a couple, one a blonde woman and the other male. The opposite side of the street was stacked with white and red vehicles parked in file, much like pictures in past postings. Then in front of me, some 70' away, in the orthogonal direction the the goose-stepping couple were two City maintenance pickups, both with white colored cabs of the same manufacturer's heavy duty pickup base with differing box configurations, one north bound, the other south bound, and crossing paths directly in front of this apartment. All this at 0700h, and all for about two seconds of viewing time while opening the curtains. The orchestrational effort devoted to this short of a duration is nothing new to regular readers; every microsecond of my activity is orchestrated for some objective the perps keep mostly to themselves, though are loosely described in the above link.

1315h
The motorcycle noises have stopped now, as they were busy in the morning and immediately following lunch. That would make about thirty or so this morning for a city, and a neighborhood that doesn't have any biker crown. The Harley motorcycle noise even came on within a few minutes of getting up, yet another incongrous abberation given that crowd's typical post noon awakening. There maybe exceptions, but not over thiry in a morning. I see the parked vehicle gangstalking has been set up in the local streets, but the perps don't have me in a picture taking mood so far. This looks to be a serious minded shut-in day, as the demotivation is continuing even if there are some needed errands that can be only accomplished on weekdays.

And I am even getting skunked on what to add in here; the perps love scripting these moments of being "spaced out", and it has good infuriation possibilites too, acting like an operative in public, the ones that look at the bus schedule at the bus stop and then wander off as one example.

Some pictures for some relief.

Taken 05-16-2008, 1750h. This is from my balcony, and isn't too remarkable, save the two same red vehicles, with a white one behind the tree that is now flushing out. And the latest obsession of the perps is to place light metallic brown colored vehicles in my proximity and mix them with other colors they are also obsessed with, e.g. red. And the bus at th right is red and white, no coincidence that. Every decade or so, the government has a round of changing the colors of the buses, though this livery has remained since the brown and orange livery of some 30 years ago.















Taken 05-16-2008, 1750h. This is a few seconds later than tht photo above and one vehicle has moved ahead to move past the stop line. This was taken to add to the above picture and show the ordered vehicles around the corner. There are three silver-grey vehicles and one mid-grey vehicle parked in file on the right side of the street that reaches the top of the photo, and one mid-grey vehicle in the shadows on the left side, and one black colored vehicle. The perps demonstrate a high awareness of the sun angle as well as what color vehicles are in the shade at all time.














Taken 05-17-2008, 1729h.This is taken the next day, and for me, they allow tractor units to park on the street, especially if they are large promotions of certain colors, navy blue, and made of multiple materials, steel and glass fiber. Zooming in gets me colors of white, silver-grey, and a mid-grey vehicles on the right side, with a mid-grey top wearing "Plastic Bag Man" in the shadows, just hanging around. On the side of the tractor unit, there are two silver-grey vehicles parked fore and aft of it, and one red vehicle at the tail of the parked vehicles and a mid-grey vehicle proceeding down the street, passing between these arranged vehicles and their colors.












Taken 05-17-2008, 1729h. Looking SE at the same time as immediately above, there is a silver-grey vehicle between a black (I think) vehicle in front of it, obscured by the foliage, and a navy blue vehicle behind it, all on the left side of the street. On the opposite, a near mirror image arrangement, a navy blue vehicle between two silver-grey vehicles arranged in file.












Taken 05-18-2008, 1718h. Excuse the out of focus picture, there was likely some outside fuckery going on as the camera never has this problem unless someone wants it. This is a threesome of same red vehicles, one in pitlamping operation (lights on) to greet me as I exited from a lane that was lined by verdant green foliage and had just turned to the right.












Taken 05-18-2008, 1718h. Immediately to the right, a fourth vehicle in the red cluster the perps had arranged for me, but was not possible to get into the frame of the three above. This foursome of same colored vehicles has been arranged at this location before, and may well be included in a past blog posting. Ordinarily, this foursome is not at this location, and represents some vehicles that do not belong to this neigborhood.














1520h
Time to go on a rant in this blog and reveal my conspiratorial beliefs that most of what we see in the news is arranged by the same assholes harassing me, in their quest to be able to remotely detect and assay all the bioenergetics of the human species, the earth, the soil, the vegetation and all the animal kingdom. Hence this news item coming to my attention and getting extra noisestalking while I type this up. An aircraft in Montana flies into a building, crashing on the ground. Suffice to say the perps have already done this stunt more than once, the 9/11 tragedies being the most obvious examples, which was then followed by a commercial aircraft crash into a neighborhood of New York with the aircraft doing an near impossible-to-accomplish flat spin when it crashed. Then, they pulled a private plane crash in NYC with a Yankee's player inexplicably flying into a highrise. For a local stunt, they had an aircraft fly into a building at Vancouver, and now this one in Montana. I am sure there are more that I am unaware of, but all these save the 9/11 events and the exception of the latest one (indeterminate presently) were caused by inexplicable pilot error. And yet no one adds all this up. What the perps are attempting to do, especially the highrise crashes I am not totally sure, but they like to hound me in highrise towers and they also like to hound victims with airline personnel. There is some key energetics that relate to humans, elevation, (or at depth in deep mine shafts), and their interaction that the perps keep hammering at, often resorting to creating these kinds of events. As my high school teacher said once, and I somehow remembered, if you control gravity, you control the world. The number of extra-conventional gravitic stunts that go in in any day here has me convinced that is in fact true. (And I got a big siren noisestalking while I typed this paragraph up, a sure sign of deeper perp interest).

I attempted to find the above referenced blog posting, but to no avail. (And another siren cascade, at least the tenth today, making this about five times more common that when I lived in Seattle, a larger city by far).

Another related piece of "coincidence" is helicopter crashes, and lo, if there wasn't one last week in this province. It crashed into a residential neighborhood onto a street, and not a building. Given the perps' interests in judiciously placing negros around me, I thought it most curious that one of the crash victims was a negro. When will this bizarre merry-go-round of designed coincidences that relate to my interests and personal history, (also arranged by the perps given their lifelong covert surveillance and orchestration of my circumstances), ever end? Cue the sirens.

1605h
I am getting a pre-dinner yawning assault where the perps want my mouth to be open as many times as possible. One of yesterday's perp gangstalkers was on street apple eating and also carried a banana in his hand. This stalking prop has been noted in past blog postings. More sirens; this seems to be a big moment for whatever reason, as I have an hour to go before dinner.

1920h
I was kept in a near seated sleep when online after tea and chocolate, and that was the segue into taking an hour nap with a siren cascade to wake me up at 1820h. I don't get many of the forced naps these days, but it is always interesting to speculate on what the perps are doing. My only observation is that they are attempting to correlate all their bioenergetics knowledge while seated to that of the prone position and they want to do this in daytime in order not to incur the differences that nightime bring to their illegal fuckery. Regular readers will know the perps are obsessed over dusk onset and routinely play light games that have been documented with photographs in recent blog postings. It looks like they are going to forego the plasma beam emanations from the opposite tower, and have arranged a continuously constant dusktime lighting conditon; there hasn't been much of a change in light levels for the past hour, and this looks to be a continuing priority. I see a bright green teal colored VW Westphalia camper has been arranged in the perps' favorite parked vehicle gangstalking spot, one I can see from my desk, and that might a color reference outside of the usual grayscale colors they so frequently use.

Another siren cascade went off as I typed he above paragraph, and the total must number around 15 so far today, quite the "callout" rate when it is at least five times that of Seattle, and even then my comparisons are too low as surely some of those were put on for eardrum trashing benefit.

And it looks to be a shut-in day, and even the same for the weekend. There was no return call I was expecting, and hence no activity is forseen. One never knows though, a family "emergency" can erupt, though the perps have been relatively contained on this front. The last call was that well timed one from my in-town brother who had and irrational panic over needing near immediate Windows lessons on Tuesday. Totally idiotic and it was meant to seem that way.

2010h
A round of street hollaring has erupted while reading about physics in the days of 1920's and the career of Robert Millikan. The overhead rumbing has also been introduced. This suggests some kind of joint noise focus on something relatively important for the assholes who are also keeping up the loud mufflered vehicles every few minutes. Before I pulled the curtains there seemed to be a full house of parked vehicles in color coordinated configurations, much as one sees in the photos above. The smallest moment can be of unfathomable significance to the sickos running my existence.

2055h
I was continuing reading the above site, and then got dithered so I wasn't allowed to read any more. That is the way it goes; books, online it doesn't matter, the assholes have a prescribed regimen that cannot be changed. More overhead clunking is erupting from the 12" thick floor/ceiling as I note this and observe other games going on in the Windows border. The perps have removed the bottom bar for side scrolling, and of course have maintained their fuckery in having text spill off to the right side. Therefore, there is no way to see the truncated information on this LCD display. A new trick after this game of right side truncation that has been going on since I got back online in 2004.

2300h
Some music listening; some "away time" from harassment central. Time to call this day done and ponder the dulldom for tomorrow.

Lunch Preparation

1100h
As I type this, another siren show has erupted; this event now occurs more often than Seattle, a city four times the size, daily. The placement of the siren noise is now anytime the perps want it, not augmented busy times of Friday and Saturday nights. As before, no actual emergency vehicles materialize, it is a noise only event. Perhaps I am being prepped for noise as the vision impairment fuckery, if not the mind-control games, is about to drive me off the PC for an early lunch.

And with post-lunch yoga on Tuesdays, it seems that the timing of eating food, especially if colored brown, is all important.

1900h
I am getting the overhead rumbling noise, the faux sliding glass door that has taken on hyperactive status "for some reason", none related to human habitation.

I came across a well researched article on torsional energies; this is what I figure the perps are able to control remotely and turn my life into nonstop misery owing to their singular fixation on not fronting for this depravity in person. They like to piss years away fucking the hell out of thousands of lives, but won't show their sick faces. The article is at this link, harnessing torsion waves, and it combines the torsional energies with gravitational forces, which seems to be what is happening. The perps will wobble me off one foot, and then cue a noise at that very instant, and may throw in a maser or plasma flash simultaneously.

I went to both yoga and strength training earlier, in that order. The perps fucked me out of getting to yoga on time, and my mat was already in place, and they stuffed some new class members in while they were at it. My sitting up front, and being late, made me unable to assess the new weirds, and they were spectacular, once I had a look at the end of class. One was a negro woman with grey wiry hair, and she had a orange brown 3" wide streak dyed in it. And to hide her embarassment, she was wearing shades inside the whole time. When we were in the final resting pose, she "needed" to leave early and lo, if she didn't spend five minutes putzing around me, clunking her shoes and whatever else, and putting her bizarre look into my face a few times, doing the perp's obligatory head bobbing move at least a half dozen times. I think I will have to forgo classes with any weirds in them as this bullshit is getting out of hand; both the planted weirds (see "burn victim" below, and "my" (read, mind-fucked) reaction to them.

Then afterward yoga ended, Mr. Bright Orange Shirt came to loiter around me and yack to the instructor, and the perps had me cranked up so much "from" this, that I was glad to get the fuck out of there. The fuckers cannot get their weirds and their bright color dressed asshole operatives in close enough.

Ditto at the strength training gym; the fuckers had six red dressed operatives that slowly drifted in closer over five minutes or so (herding me), doing their routine of lining the fuckers up to have their backs facing me, congesting the through way, and then finally clustering and blocking rational egress to get to the free weight area. Then when I am set up there, they slowly trickle back, having their red dressed operatives loitering and passing in front and behind me, doing fuck all at a gym. Another routine is to have the assholes stand over where I was doing my exercises, once I have vacated the area.

It was interesting to note that the first two operatives gangstalking me at the workout area were both wearing navy blue shorts and white shirts, and the red dressed fuckers moved in later, and the navy blue and white dressed fuckers slowly moved away. The bottom line is that the behavior of the "workout dudes" is highly irregular; senseless chatting, congesting through ways by starting to lift dumbells in the aisle, clustering by clothing color, the patently gormless "stand around and look stupid duty", and a few other weird combinations that spell; "gangstalking operatives at work". Later, they planted a black and olive drab male dude into the red mix, and then this fucker, who had already gangstalked me in the change room, then moved beside me and began to workout on the machine next to me.

Before that, this wretched lard assed woman who keeps getting in my face was loitering around me in an olive drab shirt, and wasn't working out. In fact, she and the "just stand there" fucker in the red shirt were silently tag teaming me; both took turns loitering around me before the surge of red dressed fuckers arrived.

This is a section where I am re-writing the preceding for myself to put the gangstalking pattern into a sequence, and isn't meant to be wholly readable. Recalling the locational order of my workout, the fuckers had a consistent pattern arranged around me and the colors of the operatives' clothing. First navy blue and white (two fuckers in loiter mode), then olive drab and red tag team pair (the rag-me female and the sentry kid), then the red surge (six in all) lined up in front of me when I was at the W. windows on a lat pulldown machine, then the blonde woman in a teal top buzzed around me, then the black and olive drab male began working out in the center of the red surge in the through way and then he moved in close to me replacing the blonde woman in teal, then the red surge clustered to the N. side of the aisle turn, while the collection of olive drab and ?? were on the S. side of this throughway egress (a split grouping by color), and then they all left me alone on the E. side furthest from the windows until the blonde woman in a teal top and prominent rectangular glasses arrived nearby, and then she planted herself over where I was doing lunges, and then the olive drab woman came back again (her third prominent repositioning around me), this time with the instructor wearing teal and black. Its all clear to me as I replay this in mind, and is more detail than I will normally supply.

Then our group split into two clusters, with me in between them, to go to the floor exercise room. "Somehow", I wasn't allowed to see that one coming, as they have been splitting their operative pairs in front of me at least twice before that. All my defences of identifying and recalling their gangstalking routines are now mind-fuckable; they can make me forget or "not see" their games coming. It is total fucking misery of late, as the assholes are swarming around me everywhere else in public too.

I had four of the male fuckers on me before I got out of the building. This is the same demographic that is largely employed on weekdays at nonlunch hours, and yet there is no end of them surfacing, and too, being "buddies". I have never seen so many male pairs or triplets out on the street at anytime, never mind the improbablity of so many men of working age "happening" to be outside then. And that comparison includes my two visits to San Francisco, usually the high water mark of male buddies. Another cover for the perp's operatives is parking meter enforcement; I see these fuckers all the time now, even three abreast on the sidewalk, when their normal work is of a solitary nature. Another go figure.

And these pairs know exactly when to split apart; they make no attempt to let on that they notice or hear me coming from behind, and yet they magically part at the exact moment to permit egress without me losing a step or having to ask them. Another fucker did the wander into my path fuck; he was dipshitting along in lead-ahead gangstalk mode with the ubiquitous clipboard (a portable color and material reference), and then he pretends to not hear me coming up, and cuts into my path, getting himself much closer than he otherwise would. (And of course I wasn't allowed to anticipate this fucking boneheaded stunt, even having seen it countless times). Not a one of them responds normally, excusing themselves and apologizing, nor says anything. It is like the perp gangstalkers have collectively gone nuts in as far as social convention goes in public places.

There was 600 to 1,000 vehicles on gangstalking duty again along my walking path today; this is "normal" now. The most red colored vehicles in one glance was seven, and the most blatant train of color coordinated vehicles was a single file of equal spaced red, light metallic blue, and then five white vehicles. The perps are appearing to use the reference colors of black, white and silver grey vehicles in trains of 5 to 10 long, and usually embed a red, navy blue, dark green and/or light metallic tan brown. When the perps get into advanced vehicle color mixing, they will have one of each in a train, headed and ended by one or more of the reference colors. The perps let me in on why they are favoring navy blue colors again; it "so happens" that my mattress is that color, and when I moved into this apartment May 01, 2007, I resumed sleeping on this mattress since then.

I wore my mid blue workout jacket when doing my 30 minute walks each way, and it was the first time on that walking route. And lo, if there wasn't a new instance of identical blue paint splattered on the sidewalk at one intersection. And when first encountering this blue paint splatter, the perps arranged a swarm of some four blue dressed gangstalkers around me, which is not uncommon. Any first time encounter of "new improvements" begets more gangstalkers, and then they back off and eventually don't assign any more.

The perps let me run on the treadmill today (possibly attaining the control they wanted), covering 1.90 km; every time I cranked up or down on the speed, a new flush of 2 to 4 gangstalkers would materialize outside in my view, usually with backpacks with some red on on it. A red and white public transport vehicle was arranged to park in front of a mid blue vehicle that was in view before. One red dressed operative outside spent five minutes "attending" to her bicycle while behind a green leafed tree. More foliage games are also "happening"; street parked chippers with a huge volume of chipped organic matter (trees and shrubs) are "showing up" on my walking routes.

And the blonde "aura" games have resumed; the perps had placed a (faked) disfigured male burn victim "just sitting" on his walker unattended near an intersection (go figure), and then directed me to look at this fucking freak when I had no plans to, and in the next instant, they directed my vision to a young shapely blonde woman on her cell phone across the street. It seems that the perps are continuing this unfavored (male, ugly) to favored (young female) temporal comparison game. This pattern has been mentioned in past blogs, and for the most part, the initial blonde gangstalker stunts had ended until recently. Perhaps the perps are going into new neural (mind fuck) territory since my residence move of over a month ago, and need a "blonde goodness" comparison again. Yesterday's blog details a similar incident.

The maser and plasma games continue; more markings are "showing up" on my doors, walls, furniture and carpet. It is very common to have these marks flash a plasma color, as the markings serve as a locus from which to launch a momentary plasma flash or a maser at me. Outside my door, dim lit as it is, the perps have scraped the door frame and the door, and at at least two simultaneous red flashes greeted me as I was unlocking the door, one red flash from each, obviously in some kind of comparison mode. And it should be noted that these plasma and maser games are best done in a high magnetic field, which is the case, as anomalous magnetic densities have been measured in the past. And it "so happens" that my three gaussmeters have gone missing, after being fucked with so they did not work. The constant intrusion continues in every aspect of my life, right down to taking a piss, location of nose hairs and anything else.

I was finally allowed to relocate the interesting link page of articles on the Brother Jonathan web site. Not only do I enjoy his folksy direct and usually well researched analysis, but the variety of his interests is highly compatible to my own. I had a good read there last night, and here is the link to the archive/article page I was attempting to find a few blogs ago. There are more official coverups than I was aware of; Flight 587 (into Queens, NYC, November 12, 2001), the Columbia space shuttle, and the anthrax deaths of 2001. He covers organized religion and the interpretations of the ancient scriptures (who lifted what from who), the dangers of asprin, circadian rythems, his JFK research and aiding the research of Mae Brussell, how Einstein is flat wrong, etc.

In the case of Flight 587, closely following that of the 9/11 events, which Brother Jonathan avoids mentioning, conspicuous by the absence of any analysis, he contends that the commercial aircraft went into a flat spin, like a boomerang. It is exceeding rare for this to happen in aviation, and especially so for a commerical aircraft. That this event follows 9/11 by two months, I am rather circumspect that some deranged assholes wanted to do some remote energy analysis comparison on a spinning aircraft (more vortex energies, per above), versus the head on crashes of the two 9/11 aircraft into elevated structures two month earlier. Given that there are still too many aircraft going down for curious reasons, the perps/assholes have not yet finished their macabre research projects yet. Last year if my recall serves me, a private aircraft slammed into a NYC residential building, which is a rough replication of the 9/11 events there.

And I noted in the Brother Jonathan website, that Cmdr. William S. Donaldson, USN (ret.), who was instrumental in detailing the cause of the Flight 800 tragedy as a missile, which at odds with the government's position that it was a fuel tank explosion, suffered a brain tumor which led to his premature demise. This is something I learned last night in reading this web site, and it just goes to show how guarded the perps are about their orchestrated disasters and mayhem that serves as fodder for their nefarious aims, which is far beyond 100% mind control, to which I can personally attest.

My own recollection of TWA Flight 800 on July 17, 1996, was that I was three days into my holiday in France at the time, and staying with my family in a cottage in near Lille. As Flight 800 was Paris bound, it was of grave concern in France, and was on the news extensively, breaking into regular programming. I don't speak French, but I did not need any translation as to what happened, and readily gleaned why it was of so much national interest. In this way, the visual feed of the event was separate from the auditory event, as I understood nothing. My wife at the time, kept away from the television news, and was rather avoidant about this televised event. The only connection that I am making to this event is that the perps (since overt harassment begining in 04-2002) regularly put on foreign language acts from time to time; having "tourists" arranged around me speaking German, Spanish and other languages. It is a very curious coincidence, especially my wife's behavior at the time, and I sincerely hope that whatever my scripted role was in viewing this on French TV was of minimal perp orchestration objective interest. Who knows; me, least of all.

2330h
Another blog off; this posting might be reasonably cogent as I was allowed to review it.

My News Reading Accompaniment

1020h
A commotion is going on outside my door while reading about the latest Indonesian aircraft crash. The cynic in me suggests as this is the third in recent months, this particular news item represents a planning on the perps' part. This is to separate the energetics of the "Indonesian" commonality from the other parts of the story. Possibly, and they constantly noisestalk me over these disaster stories all the time. More smells, wall banging, whistling, cell phoning, flip flop footwear noise, chatting etc. And now the PC vibration noise, and water in the pipes noise, the traditional noisestalking that has followed me to every residence, four of them, in the past 4 years.

1320h
It now seems that four months of front door slamming and room shaking isn't enough; so what is on the perps' script? Slam it harder, and so it was thus. And extra room shaking and that of the window, although tight in the frame, "somehow" rattles on demand.

1330h
I went to the housing helping people today; and dealt with the particulars of having to look for a place with their assistance. It was a half hour of relief from being noisestalked, gangstalked, although a one foot diameter dark plasma cloud "showed up" over the table between us for a second or so.

Another territorial sidewalk fuck today, and the fourth of the past year. A white haired pedestrians/gangstalker woman in a brown corderoy jacket was walking straight at me in left-hand driving mode and got pissed when I complained about it. (I was mind-fucked into stepping on the grass to avoid her, when normally I would of taken a run at the asshole). Then 10 seconds later a MIB was walking in the same direction, on the right side, per normal. I suspect he was there to gangstalk me for my post-rant state at the asshole woman who drove straight at me in her left-hand drive fuck minded condition.

There were the usual 300 to 500 vehicles coursing by in formation and clusters of coordinated clusters and/or design commonality as I walked to my two destinations. Two yellow school buses parked were outside the fire department, home to an all yellow colored fleet themselves. And if that weren't enough, and further along (5 minutes), a male gangstalker was 20' ahead and walking normally toward me in a puke yellow jacket, and then a blonde woman came from the right side and was about 10' away, leading ahead of me. And in another amazing coincidence, her yellow blonde hair matched the male's puke yellow jacket in color near perfectly. This would seem to be a case of attempting to capture her "blonde aura" and somehow leverage that to assess/measure the relative detriment of aura associated with the male and his despicable choice (har, har) in jacket color.

Another lead-ahead male ambulatory gangstalker on the street was some 50' ahead of me, and lead me for some three blocks (10 minutes) and also "happened" to be going to the same store as I was. And lo, if he wasn't gangstalking me and flipping his hands about in the store in two locations, and not appearing to be doing any shopping.

My grocery store visit was another holy gangstalk event. The stocking "staff" were placed in five locations, four of the five locations I went to, and they were busy crouching down with knees on the floor even, nearly all of them in black clothing, the seeming standard there. Their other role is to parade brown cardboard boxes in front of me, especially at aisle constriction locations. Never have I seen a grocery store with so many staff in the aisles, and at a busy noon day time. And the cashier that makes repeated pass-bys was also on duty again, she must be six for six in sucessive store visits in "happening" to course behind my back, packing my groceries, or as a cashier. (Normally in that store there is very little same-till coincidence with the cashiers). She must be my big girl gangstalker of the day, one of the perps' core gangstalker demographics.

And I can be assured that all my intrinsic likes and dislikes are near public knowledge, and that the perps construct gangstalking and stunt scenarios around each. The brown color problem that I am routinely exposed to (per above cardboard boxes) comes to mind, with some more below. Whis has been covered in my favored/unfavored quantification, whatever that means in perpland in all their sick-minded depravity.

1345h
Another building pounding door slamming; when is this bizarre orchestration going to end? It is emininently possible to close the door quietly, and the only person that does that is me.

And do it again, the third such today, this being the inaugural day of loud door slamming, as opposed to regular door slamming.

1430h
The perps wiped out my browser bar and were on top of me with overhead clunking noises as I attempted to steer out of that predicament. Small things are the biggest things to fuck with these days;

1600h
Finally, some relative quiet, even after tea and chocolate. Though, the chocolate "crumbed" itself, as there must of been at least a dozen crumbs that self-erupted, one on the sleeve of my short sleeve shirt before it disappeared. Objects defying gravity are nothing new here. And in concert with the event of having chocolate, the perps put on a chocolate brown Volvo 244, the same make as my last vehicle, and 20' beyond it, they put on a mid-brown Volvo 850/V70 wagon, the style before 2001 when that model got the jelly bean look with kicked-in like door panels. And the perps seemed to have arranged for the aforementioned brown Volvo 244 to be backlit with the sun behind it, likely to reduce the intensity of the color and to possibly thwart me taking a picture of it.

1930h
The onset of shower stalking; that is, gangstalking in the next door bathroom in the form of taking a shower. In this case the associated noises were timed for mouse clickings, text selection (blue reverse text box), and page display onset. Mostly, in a rare post dinner time, the noisescape has been on the calmer side with the odd front door slamming and the associated room shaking. I had a group of girls chatting outside my room in the adjacent parking lot for five minutes, and then they took off. There is no point in asking why this would be happening in a dark corner on a Wednesday evening, as the cover story requirement is routinely ignored nowadays.

2240h
There has been a dull, but tolerable, roar of noisestalking tonight, except when it got into a noise flurry when I happened to be writing an email to a fellow TI, Anthony Brina, and when I addressed him in the possessive term "your", a glass bottle bashing noise erupted at that precise moment. It is simply amazing timing these assholes have.

Another short noise flurry erupted when I cleaned up the opening paragraph of this blog, in reference to my cynical take on the latest Indonesian aircraft disaster. I wasn't meaning to be insensitive about it, and I will admit to being jaded by the commonality of these events and the associated noise and plasma action anytime I read or see pictures about them.

A bum note to end this, but that is the nature of doing time in a covert constrictrions of my freedome