09-02-2019
Labor Day, same here as in the USA. I got hit with a 2.5 hour nap attack this afternoon and still don't quite feel recovered from it, one hour later.
That there has been ongoing sleep disruption of late is without question; awakening at 0900h and even if going to bed in good time, doesn't mean that they won't keep me awake until 0300h. And even if I went on 3 hour hike yesterday, it just doesn't do anything to normalize my sleep pattern. The excuse, as I see it, is that while I am now off vineyard work (as of 08-16-2019), they can muck with my awake/sleep patterns as much as they want. This has been consistent when they first attacked in 04-2002, the day they revealed themselves and went berserk/overt which still continues as ongoing harassment. Then, they kept me up all night evading being zapped in the streets of Seattle, and driving the freeways all night, as my vehicle (or any nearby metal objects) offered protection from this form of abuse. Sometimes I would sleep in my vehicle in the rest areas, but they soon adapted and would nail me with some kind of slower onset irradiative targeting that would begin in an hour or two. That they had equi-spaced vehicles placed in the rest area parking lots from 0100 to 0500h, when I would arrive in an attempt to sleep in my vehicle, meant that they were more than ready for my arrival.
I have been doing some work for a former employer this past week, and into this week, and it may last a few more depending on his vine sampling schedule. As to why sleep disruption is so important to the Psychopathic abusers (aka perps) I have no idea, but as with all my activities and cognitive function, they have an intense research interest.
One particular event that has been highly associated with nap attacks is when reading books, especially biographies. Which is in fact the case at present; "Girls Like Us" by Sheila Weller, which covers Carole King, Joni Mitchell and Carly Simon is my current read, and follows recent readings of biographies of Gordon Lightfoot and Hank Williams, separate books. So with this latest read, a "three-fer", a biography in good measure, of three well known musicians in one book, it just may represent some kind of experimentational challenge for the Psychopathic assholes and whatever they extract from me as I read. That, and the associated noise-scape when I read outside, in particular the most loathed HD motorcycle noise, seems to indicate continued perp interest. And too, that infernal noisy single engine aircraft, the same one, that keeps doing turns overhead or low overflights when I am outside my residence, also suggests they are interested in what I am reading. This same aircraft "somehow" manages to arrive and spread its noise almost anytime I enter or exit my residence, and also finds me at my vineyard job sites both N and S of the airport.
I finally, after a six month delay, I got onto getting my documents ordered and crafting a write up for detailing my foreign work and living expense which is needed for the Canada pension application. That was the years 1999 to 2002 when living and working in aforementioned Seattle, and I am doing the best I can to document this, even if my then wife, came to visit in 2001 and stole my visa records, bank statements, income tax returns, and pay statements (pay stubs) for the first two years. Naturally, she did not respond to my email earlier this year when I indicated that she might know of their disappearance when the same kinds of records are all in order and present, and could she supply an answer, or even give them back. I had noticed that my 1999 and 2000 1040NR was missing a week after she had visited, but didn't think that she had made a wholesale pre-divorce document raid and took all these documents. That her visit was timed in 08-2001, meant that the tax returns were done, and she brought our daughter as a foil to ensure that there was time to steal said documents.
Well, as it "happens" the documents are all important to determine my foreign work and residence, and lo, if they weren't missing as I found out earlier this year. I suspect my then-wife's lawyer put her up to this international act of piracy, albeit documents only, as my now ex doesn't didn't have the wherewithal to be so consistent and figure out what was "needed". That my ex was full measure for being devious and deceitful is a given, but planning for divorce proceedings wasn't in her usual foresight skill set. Anyhow, we shall see what the pension folks are going to think of this melange from the past. One more instance of order (my documents in this case), being disrupted and sabotaged by an entity (my ex as the wilful and abetting agent in this case) that has every interest in disrupting every fucking thing that has order, a pattern, routine, protocol or other set of established procedures or processes. Same old, same old, just more intensified since 04-2002.
And as mentioned in prior postings this year, disrupting order by way of imposed fuckery, and forcing partial completion or completion with new and different methods and tools, aka, combinations and permutations, is just what is needed for adding into the experimentational mix to determine the Universal Wave Function if one subscribes to the theory of Multiple Universes, aka Many Worlds as first theorized by Hugh Everett in 1957. All too high-falutin for me, just leave me alone as I never asked or wanted to be a permanent subject in a non-stop abuse-athon (17 years so far, on top of a prior 47 years of covert fuckery), in the service of an insane Psychopathic Confederacy, organized, consistent and relentless that it is, and who has limitless resources and alien-level technologies (teleportation, tele-kinetics and remote neural influencing for a start). Never mind the escalated level of "coincidences" and incessant gangstalking that erupted after 04-2002. I will take the poison pill thanks, never mind the red or blue.
Anyhow, enough for a posting I figure, as I am getting back into the routine, after it got disrupted by "coincident" technical machinations these past eight weeks. No doubt the Dashed Expectations imperative, assuming I have regular readers, had something to do with all this too.
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Monday, September 02, 2019
Sunday, April 21, 2019
Oh Boy- Penticton Made the News Today
04-16-2019
That would be Monday, April 15 that Penticton made the news, even the national news here in Canada. This iposting is authored a day later as I just got back to my residence in Penticton; I was in Kelowna when all this happened, and I will explain my concurrent circumstances below.
And what happened was a targeted vendetta type murder of four people in three locations and that the perpetrator turned himself into the police all by himself afterward. Here on Castanet, the Okanagan Valley's online news and events site are the main details. (Or here at the Penticton Herald article). And the day after, the perpetrator gets his first court appearance. The first victim happened to be pruning shrubs at the moment of his sudden demise, and it "so happens" that I have been pruning vineyards at this time of year for the past seven years. Hmm.... Obviously much more is to come to learn just what was the motivation, but our dear RCMP (Royal Canadian Mendacious Plods) aren't going to release any victim names because it is not needed for the investigation they say. The perpetrator is a former city engineer, now retired, and is said to be a gentle person. Not your usual mass shooter for sure.
And the local TV news also dwelled on an prior targeted local (Salmon Arm) murder of a church elder, who was shot at a church service (April 14) no less. This some three weeks after his house was burned down.
Another major event on April 15 was the fire at Notre Dame Cathedral, interspersed with the above local murder stories. And what the wretched media didn't report was there there have been a string of prior fires at Roman Catholic churches in France in the past year, and the Notre Dame cathedral fire just might of not been an accident. The chickens have come home to roost, et alors, ne rien.
All this occurred while I was in Kelowna on the operating table for surgery, and after recovery time, it was 5 hours of elapsed time. The operation was successful and I had to stay at a guest home in Kelowna last night. It was there on television that I learned of the shooting in my home town. So the timing was this; surgery started at about 0800h, and so while I was away, being operated on and under general anesthetic, why, these murderous ructions erupted some 75km away in my home town. When I was first cognitive in the recovery room it was 1110h. An interesting coincidence that, but that is where I am going to leave it. Most regular readers will know what I think of coincidences in this kept state of being a TI.
And attempting to get to Kelowna Sunday night (April 14) was another coincidence eruption. The 97 Hwy was blocked due to a tandem tractor trailer truck not making a sweeping bend and then went out of control and hit an oncoming passenger vehicle. The southbound tandem truck was hauling a load of dimension lumber that spilled over the road. I was attempting to drive to Kelowna (northbound) and stay over that night and be ready, and in town for the surgery. But to no avail as the traffic advisory notice indicated a 5 hour delay. Once I turned around and got back home, why, the traffic advisory indicated single lane alternating traffic. This forced me to get up early at 0430h as I did not know for sure that the road was clear, or if blocked, and it gave me some time to get to Kelowna via an alternate route if needed. By the time I passed the accident site the next morning, all four lanes were clear and there was only a pile of lumber on the side of the road. Exemplary road maintenance for sure, but while no one was killed, I am quite sure there were some life-altering injuries. In the least, from the perp perspective, it was a case of their fuckery to cause me to travel part way, and then return; a dashed expectations stunt perhaps. A sure fire habit of theirs.
In the recovery room at the hospital, and while coming to after the general anesthetic, why, the masers came on, zinging around as fuzzy blackish balls in all manner of directions. Just to say perhaps, "hi there, we are still with you". Something like that. The staff were great, save perhaps the one male doing spread legs (while seated) in front of me, he being the anesthesiologist, the keeper of the patient (me) while being operated on. That he had to come twice to visit me in the waiting area pre-operation was a little curious after he got all he needed to know from me and whatever the nurse wrote down. The perps love doing repeats of particular themes, and the male postures and vignettes (think of abuse situations here), have been a long running theme these past 17 years of harassment abuse at the hands of the perps.
As I have written many times in past postings, it would seem that the perps (among many other objectives) are attempting to elicit abreactions (subconscious trauma responses) that they likely had a hand in making during the three years they wiped most of my recall when aged 2 to 5. I wouldn't be the first child to have been treated as such, as Ann Diamond, a Canadian author was also subjected to recall deletions at that same location and approximate time. That being the infamous McGill University, Montreal, under the atrocities perpetrated by Dr. Ewen Cameron's (and staff) misguided, if not utterly egregious mind control experiments, many of which were perpetrated on children. In Ann Diamond's case, her parents were astute and took action when they suspected something was amiss. As for my parents, I consider them as assholes to be witting and willing dipshits to hand their first born child to a doctor (for no clinical cause) who knew utter shit about neurology (or psychiatry), and was a better political player than anything else. And who exactly got cured anyhow? (Assuming that there was a prior complaint in the first place,- which would not be children).
And given other Canadian atrocities, such as the Residential Schools, why hasn't there been any Royal Commission to investigate this? And ditto for the Duplessis Orphans of Quebec of that same time, who in part, were served up as child subjects for Dr. Ewen Cameron, as well as sponsoring terminal experimentation on children in many other Roman Catholic hospitals in Quebec. The last I heard was that the Duplessis Orphans had to go to the UN to seek investigative action against the Canadian government who are digging in their heels. Not so for the Residential Schools issue, where the politicians are falling all over each other to make "apologies". Maybe it is that the native Indians get more news coverage in the government sponsored media for some reason.
And April 15, 2019 also marked the day of the 17th anniversary that the Psychopathic Perp assholes invaded my apartment and rained down abuse and torture of the most unconventional kind. There was a week prior of everyone staring at me at work for no reason whatsoever, and the Ms. C of the story (41pp.) also got into the act of tipping me off to raise my angst all the more as to just what was going to come down. Come down they did; someone was obviously in my apartment when I returned April 14, (or else it was made to look that way by way of telekinetic fuckery). If you want a long read it is all there.
04-18-2019
I am feeling better, less sore, and even sustained a morning long effort in getting all my medical expenses for 2018 ordered and organized in a spread sheet for income tax return purposes. It was permissible to take my first shower, and that I did.
I watched two more episodes of Spartacus last night, and lo, if I didn't have vivid dreams that I was in a like situation, save the lewdity and naked nymphs (unfortunately). Funny how I did not have dreams of Monty Python vignettes when I was binge watching them earlier this year. I could of done with more of that.
I did two outings in my vehicle this afternoon to do errands and grocery shopping. This would be my first local outing (driving, parking, and shopping) since the surgery in my town, and what a almighty full-on clusterfuck of a gangstalking it was on both occasions. And of some note, I wore a blue and grey fleece jacket for the first time as it had been sitting around for at least four years and I "found" it ahead of going out. It is the perfect weather to be wearing such, another mighty fine coincidence, and so I wore it for both outings.
The vehicular gangstalking traffic was at least 20 vehicle long trains, and add in the odd oncoming rube who just wouldn't stop for a late yellow when I waiting to turn and he barrelled through. I gave him the finger for that one (which I rarely do) as it was so outrageously blatant, besides holding me up from making my L turn, which ended up on the red light. Said rube seemed to be unusually ready for my finger and gave one back almost immediately. Curious that. And they kept me for two traffic cycles at the main Hwy and town junction, a rarity that I hadn't experienced in all my seven years of living here. And the same late yellow light running shit again at this same intersection (Hwy 97 and Ekhardt) when I went on my second outing which repeated much the same route and two stops of the f
The Main Street was also plugged with vehicular gangtalking trains of 20 or more, two lanes wide in many places. The ambulatory gangstalkers were also all over my ass at LD and SOF. Funny how they know in advance exactly where I am going and post a Fuckwit or three at that exact store location. (A product shelf location or obstructing egress often at an aisle end). At least they removed the posted Fuckwits when I returned for a second time. Past intense gangstalking has shown that they will post a Fuckwit stalker at a store shelf location that I want to go to for at least 15 minutes, or to the point that I say "fuck it" and depart the premises.
And the ambulatory dither-shitting was also in full force; these are the Fuckwits that are walking ahead of me and then reverse direction to come at me or slow my egress. Another variation is the Fuckwit that somehow "needs" to get in the way by putting on the excessive indecisive act.
And I suppose the first multi-type outing served their purposes well; a drop-off for alterations, donations for Value Village, unloading the glass bottles at the recycle center (someone on my ass there at the bin, and then followed me inside), and two shopping stops. The perps just love it when I drop off items, almost as much as shopping. In the latter case they have an extra incentive for their fuckery, as they have been consistently hounding my ass at every financial transaction I have made since they first went berserk/overt on 04-15-2002. The second outing was to retrieve (and pay) for my alterations, and then back to Value Village to get rid of the rickety drying rack that had been pissing me off for at least four years.
And the aircraft coverage was extra too; a Bell 412 was doing a slow arc overhead and there was another helicopter not far away. That infernal single engine aircraft that keeps doing circuits overhead was also out. Ditto for similar aircraft coverage when I exited my residence for my second outing, plus added siren noise. The neighbor across the back lane was also good for more added noise to the noisescape by using his power tools to fit a trailer he is working on. From the perp perspective I suppose, if you got a homicide arranged (per above) and the victim is back at his place, why, of course the they would gangstalk the fuck out of me on my first day out after my return and a shut-in day. I must have a different post-surgery energy signature or something like that.
This week's coincidence meter has just "pegged out" IMHO; that is slang for the notion that the meter needle has exceeded the expectable maximum and hit the (R side) peg that physically stops it from registering higher. Why, I was staying at a place on Enterprise Way on April 15 in Kelowna, and lo, if the RCMP didn't pull a paramilitary training exercise on this same street today. And lo, if some of them weren't also called out for an incident on Spall Road which bisects Enterprise Way and is where I "happened" to spend some errand time there on Tuesday. This has been one strange week for coincidences and it is only Thursday.
04-21-2019
I am getting more out and about now; even some weeding work. Still bruises from the surgery, and I am still feeling stiff.
A strange holiday in these here parts; Easter. Good Friday is a national holiday, Saturday isn't, Sunday sort of is, and Monday only if you are a government worker. Go figure. They even closed down my regular grocery store and the associated mall at 1700h, all for me to find out at 1800h. The usual perp trick; pull on the door to find it locked. Har, har; how many times have we done that one? About 10-15x/year since outrageous abuse-athon began in 04/2002. Not including the recent and "sudden" eruption of the assholes blanking me out when I get to my locked vehicle only to find that I cannot, of course, get in. Like WTF; I have been locking my vehicle doors for over 45 fucking years and "suddenly" I now forget this long established good habit. How utterly fucking insane that a multi-billion dollar per year budgeted abuse and harassment agency has now decided to degrade my long established habit of unlocking my vehicle door in advance of pulling on the door handle. Never has big (them) gone so dumb in the history human (if that) behavior. And you thought Pres. G W Bush's door pulling impasse was a protocol slip.
And of course, the above context of organization size is assuming the PTB don't manufacture their own paper money or indulge in extra-conventional methods to alchemically (via energetic control) create gold from inexpensive metals, both of which they are quite capable of IMHO. Funny how the chemistry history literature likes to beat up on alchemists of old times. I get it; we presently advanced humans with chemical engineering capabilities are not allowed to go there, even if fungi can detoxify poisonous metals, (a research paper, and a Google Search revealing many other sources) and even if we got chemistry all wrong in terms of its theoretical basis (Miles Mathis' work; conventional chemistry is profundly wrong;- electron orbits as a start).
Anyhow, the pollens of late are whacking the shit out of me, like never before. Yet again, I am going to assume its the PTB that yet again, need another excuse to disrupt what I am doing at the time.
Enough said for the week, and hopefully neighborly disputes can be resolved more civilly. Or was the above multiple homicide a stitch-up like so many are? Who knows.
That would be Monday, April 15 that Penticton made the news, even the national news here in Canada. This iposting is authored a day later as I just got back to my residence in Penticton; I was in Kelowna when all this happened, and I will explain my concurrent circumstances below.
And what happened was a targeted vendetta type murder of four people in three locations and that the perpetrator turned himself into the police all by himself afterward. Here on Castanet, the Okanagan Valley's online news and events site are the main details. (Or here at the Penticton Herald article). And the day after, the perpetrator gets his first court appearance. The first victim happened to be pruning shrubs at the moment of his sudden demise, and it "so happens" that I have been pruning vineyards at this time of year for the past seven years. Hmm.... Obviously much more is to come to learn just what was the motivation, but our dear RCMP (Royal Canadian Mendacious Plods) aren't going to release any victim names because it is not needed for the investigation they say. The perpetrator is a former city engineer, now retired, and is said to be a gentle person. Not your usual mass shooter for sure.
And the local TV news also dwelled on an prior targeted local (Salmon Arm) murder of a church elder, who was shot at a church service (April 14) no less. This some three weeks after his house was burned down.
Another major event on April 15 was the fire at Notre Dame Cathedral, interspersed with the above local murder stories. And what the wretched media didn't report was there there have been a string of prior fires at Roman Catholic churches in France in the past year, and the Notre Dame cathedral fire just might of not been an accident. The chickens have come home to roost, et alors, ne rien.
All this occurred while I was in Kelowna on the operating table for surgery, and after recovery time, it was 5 hours of elapsed time. The operation was successful and I had to stay at a guest home in Kelowna last night. It was there on television that I learned of the shooting in my home town. So the timing was this; surgery started at about 0800h, and so while I was away, being operated on and under general anesthetic, why, these murderous ructions erupted some 75km away in my home town. When I was first cognitive in the recovery room it was 1110h. An interesting coincidence that, but that is where I am going to leave it. Most regular readers will know what I think of coincidences in this kept state of being a TI.
And attempting to get to Kelowna Sunday night (April 14) was another coincidence eruption. The 97 Hwy was blocked due to a tandem tractor trailer truck not making a sweeping bend and then went out of control and hit an oncoming passenger vehicle. The southbound tandem truck was hauling a load of dimension lumber that spilled over the road. I was attempting to drive to Kelowna (northbound) and stay over that night and be ready, and in town for the surgery. But to no avail as the traffic advisory notice indicated a 5 hour delay. Once I turned around and got back home, why, the traffic advisory indicated single lane alternating traffic. This forced me to get up early at 0430h as I did not know for sure that the road was clear, or if blocked, and it gave me some time to get to Kelowna via an alternate route if needed. By the time I passed the accident site the next morning, all four lanes were clear and there was only a pile of lumber on the side of the road. Exemplary road maintenance for sure, but while no one was killed, I am quite sure there were some life-altering injuries. In the least, from the perp perspective, it was a case of their fuckery to cause me to travel part way, and then return; a dashed expectations stunt perhaps. A sure fire habit of theirs.
In the recovery room at the hospital, and while coming to after the general anesthetic, why, the masers came on, zinging around as fuzzy blackish balls in all manner of directions. Just to say perhaps, "hi there, we are still with you". Something like that. The staff were great, save perhaps the one male doing spread legs (while seated) in front of me, he being the anesthesiologist, the keeper of the patient (me) while being operated on. That he had to come twice to visit me in the waiting area pre-operation was a little curious after he got all he needed to know from me and whatever the nurse wrote down. The perps love doing repeats of particular themes, and the male postures and vignettes (think of abuse situations here), have been a long running theme these past 17 years of harassment abuse at the hands of the perps.
As I have written many times in past postings, it would seem that the perps (among many other objectives) are attempting to elicit abreactions (subconscious trauma responses) that they likely had a hand in making during the three years they wiped most of my recall when aged 2 to 5. I wouldn't be the first child to have been treated as such, as Ann Diamond, a Canadian author was also subjected to recall deletions at that same location and approximate time. That being the infamous McGill University, Montreal, under the atrocities perpetrated by Dr. Ewen Cameron's (and staff) misguided, if not utterly egregious mind control experiments, many of which were perpetrated on children. In Ann Diamond's case, her parents were astute and took action when they suspected something was amiss. As for my parents, I consider them as assholes to be witting and willing dipshits to hand their first born child to a doctor (for no clinical cause) who knew utter shit about neurology (or psychiatry), and was a better political player than anything else. And who exactly got cured anyhow? (Assuming that there was a prior complaint in the first place,- which would not be children).
And given other Canadian atrocities, such as the Residential Schools, why hasn't there been any Royal Commission to investigate this? And ditto for the Duplessis Orphans of Quebec of that same time, who in part, were served up as child subjects for Dr. Ewen Cameron, as well as sponsoring terminal experimentation on children in many other Roman Catholic hospitals in Quebec. The last I heard was that the Duplessis Orphans had to go to the UN to seek investigative action against the Canadian government who are digging in their heels. Not so for the Residential Schools issue, where the politicians are falling all over each other to make "apologies". Maybe it is that the native Indians get more news coverage in the government sponsored media for some reason.
And April 15, 2019 also marked the day of the 17th anniversary that the Psychopathic Perp assholes invaded my apartment and rained down abuse and torture of the most unconventional kind. There was a week prior of everyone staring at me at work for no reason whatsoever, and the Ms. C of the story (41pp.) also got into the act of tipping me off to raise my angst all the more as to just what was going to come down. Come down they did; someone was obviously in my apartment when I returned April 14, (or else it was made to look that way by way of telekinetic fuckery). If you want a long read it is all there.
04-18-2019
I am feeling better, less sore, and even sustained a morning long effort in getting all my medical expenses for 2018 ordered and organized in a spread sheet for income tax return purposes. It was permissible to take my first shower, and that I did.
I watched two more episodes of Spartacus last night, and lo, if I didn't have vivid dreams that I was in a like situation, save the lewdity and naked nymphs (unfortunately). Funny how I did not have dreams of Monty Python vignettes when I was binge watching them earlier this year. I could of done with more of that.
I did two outings in my vehicle this afternoon to do errands and grocery shopping. This would be my first local outing (driving, parking, and shopping) since the surgery in my town, and what a almighty full-on clusterfuck of a gangstalking it was on both occasions. And of some note, I wore a blue and grey fleece jacket for the first time as it had been sitting around for at least four years and I "found" it ahead of going out. It is the perfect weather to be wearing such, another mighty fine coincidence, and so I wore it for both outings.
The vehicular gangstalking traffic was at least 20 vehicle long trains, and add in the odd oncoming rube who just wouldn't stop for a late yellow when I waiting to turn and he barrelled through. I gave him the finger for that one (which I rarely do) as it was so outrageously blatant, besides holding me up from making my L turn, which ended up on the red light. Said rube seemed to be unusually ready for my finger and gave one back almost immediately. Curious that. And they kept me for two traffic cycles at the main Hwy and town junction, a rarity that I hadn't experienced in all my seven years of living here. And the same late yellow light running shit again at this same intersection (Hwy 97 and Ekhardt) when I went on my second outing which repeated much the same route and two stops of the f
The Main Street was also plugged with vehicular gangtalking trains of 20 or more, two lanes wide in many places. The ambulatory gangstalkers were also all over my ass at LD and SOF. Funny how they know in advance exactly where I am going and post a Fuckwit or three at that exact store location. (A product shelf location or obstructing egress often at an aisle end). At least they removed the posted Fuckwits when I returned for a second time. Past intense gangstalking has shown that they will post a Fuckwit stalker at a store shelf location that I want to go to for at least 15 minutes, or to the point that I say "fuck it" and depart the premises.
And the ambulatory dither-shitting was also in full force; these are the Fuckwits that are walking ahead of me and then reverse direction to come at me or slow my egress. Another variation is the Fuckwit that somehow "needs" to get in the way by putting on the excessive indecisive act.
And I suppose the first multi-type outing served their purposes well; a drop-off for alterations, donations for Value Village, unloading the glass bottles at the recycle center (someone on my ass there at the bin, and then followed me inside), and two shopping stops. The perps just love it when I drop off items, almost as much as shopping. In the latter case they have an extra incentive for their fuckery, as they have been consistently hounding my ass at every financial transaction I have made since they first went berserk/overt on 04-15-2002. The second outing was to retrieve (and pay) for my alterations, and then back to Value Village to get rid of the rickety drying rack that had been pissing me off for at least four years.
And the aircraft coverage was extra too; a Bell 412 was doing a slow arc overhead and there was another helicopter not far away. That infernal single engine aircraft that keeps doing circuits overhead was also out. Ditto for similar aircraft coverage when I exited my residence for my second outing, plus added siren noise. The neighbor across the back lane was also good for more added noise to the noisescape by using his power tools to fit a trailer he is working on. From the perp perspective I suppose, if you got a homicide arranged (per above) and the victim is back at his place, why, of course the they would gangstalk the fuck out of me on my first day out after my return and a shut-in day. I must have a different post-surgery energy signature or something like that.
This week's coincidence meter has just "pegged out" IMHO; that is slang for the notion that the meter needle has exceeded the expectable maximum and hit the (R side) peg that physically stops it from registering higher. Why, I was staying at a place on Enterprise Way on April 15 in Kelowna, and lo, if the RCMP didn't pull a paramilitary training exercise on this same street today. And lo, if some of them weren't also called out for an incident on Spall Road which bisects Enterprise Way and is where I "happened" to spend some errand time there on Tuesday. This has been one strange week for coincidences and it is only Thursday.
04-21-2019
I am getting more out and about now; even some weeding work. Still bruises from the surgery, and I am still feeling stiff.
A strange holiday in these here parts; Easter. Good Friday is a national holiday, Saturday isn't, Sunday sort of is, and Monday only if you are a government worker. Go figure. They even closed down my regular grocery store and the associated mall at 1700h, all for me to find out at 1800h. The usual perp trick; pull on the door to find it locked. Har, har; how many times have we done that one? About 10-15x/year since outrageous abuse-athon began in 04/2002. Not including the recent and "sudden" eruption of the assholes blanking me out when I get to my locked vehicle only to find that I cannot, of course, get in. Like WTF; I have been locking my vehicle doors for over 45 fucking years and "suddenly" I now forget this long established good habit. How utterly fucking insane that a multi-billion dollar per year budgeted abuse and harassment agency has now decided to degrade my long established habit of unlocking my vehicle door in advance of pulling on the door handle. Never has big (them) gone so dumb in the history human (if that) behavior. And you thought Pres. G W Bush's door pulling impasse was a protocol slip.
And of course, the above context of organization size is assuming the PTB don't manufacture their own paper money or indulge in extra-conventional methods to alchemically (via energetic control) create gold from inexpensive metals, both of which they are quite capable of IMHO. Funny how the chemistry history literature likes to beat up on alchemists of old times. I get it; we presently advanced humans with chemical engineering capabilities are not allowed to go there, even if fungi can detoxify poisonous metals, (a research paper, and a Google Search revealing many other sources) and even if we got chemistry all wrong in terms of its theoretical basis (Miles Mathis' work; conventional chemistry is profundly wrong;- electron orbits as a start).
Anyhow, the pollens of late are whacking the shit out of me, like never before. Yet again, I am going to assume its the PTB that yet again, need another excuse to disrupt what I am doing at the time.
Enough said for the week, and hopefully neighborly disputes can be resolved more civilly. Or was the above multiple homicide a stitch-up like so many are? Who knows.
Thursday, March 28, 2019
Helicopter Coverage
03-20-2019
A busy week for helicopter coverage while working in the vineyard. A Sikorsky S-64 Skycrane, (now called an Erickson Aircrane) flew over last week, and only 40 built. Not bad for rare aircraft. Though I still think the Boeing AWAC aircraft low flyover sometime in 2004-6 over my perp abetting parent's place just as I opened the garage door and stepped outside was the aircraft event that still takes the cake. (And such perfect timing too; exiting or entering buildings is a prime gangstalking moment). There are no Canadian AWAC aircraft, so what was this US military aircraft doing there and why so low?
Today, two Bell 212's or like, (Bells though), in formation, the same color, one leading and the other behind, flying the same course. Very strange that two, apparently civilian, helicopters would fly in formation. And no less, each with a pulsing greyish-black cloud around them, which I take to be a maser field (magnetic radiation).
The EC-120's (helicopters) were also abounding, perhaps some 10 flyovers on the day. More maser emanations from them too. Just what the perps get from these flyovers, save the magnetic pulse from them to me, I don't know. Very often they follow a rotary wing (helicopter) with an fixed wing flyover. And too, they even have fixed wing aircraft in formation as well, these seeming flying clubs. But it is the helicopter formations that spook me the most, as there aren't any hobby helicopter clubs that I am aware of in these here parts, especially the medium lift models.
03-27-2019
Back from a three day trip to Victoria to go through my files for the years 1999-2002, the years I lived in the USA, Everett and Seattle. The last most year was when they outed themselves, making their malevolent and insanely abusive role evident rather than keeping me as a naive subject/victim.
I must prove that I was there for the Pension application review folks, and I didn't have all the papers with me here. I went through all the divorce papers, hoping to find copies, but didn't owing the fact that the legal process requires all these financial issues on their forms, and copies of other financial documents isn't permitted. But it was a trip down memory lane, dealing with the ex through my lawyer, and all the stupid angst, and legal costs she generated as a consequence. She even dropped her lawyer and made application to go to court, a laughable premise. Laughable because hardly anyone goes to court in marriage dissolution cases unless there is huge pots of money at stake, which was definitely not the situation. And of course her lawyer wouldn't participate in this lunacy, hence being dropped. So... with a court date impending, my lawyer prepared for the case, and we went to the pre-hearing meeting conducted by a junior legal system representative (a "Master" in this legal jurisdiction). The ex's "case" fell apart within 5 minutes or less, as the Master asked her for witnesses to her assertions, and she had none. She thought she could make unsubstantiated statements as "evidence" for crissakes. The brief that my lawyer prepared was 5" thick, and as soon as I saw it, I saw serious legal expenses. Sure enough, that stunt by the ex cost me $13k alone, never mind my legal costs before and after. Anyhow, the ex then re-retained the same lawyer and eventually it got settled. All this came back to me as I was troving through the legal documents. Even then, I wondered how the ex came upon this method to drain me of $13k, and what defense one has against spurious legal machinations. As far as I know, none; if one party wants to make a legal ass of themselves by acting alone, and intends to go to court, it seems the other party is obliged to prepare for its eventuality. Or maybe there is a way out before the lawyer gets busy with brief preparation, but it still eludes me.
Anyhow, by dint of some kind of fluke (not that I believe in such things any more), the missing tax return of 1999 with original W2's was there in my records, "somehow" misfiled, but not the TY2000 records. The tax records don't declare employment start and end dates, so I looked for bank statements but they were all gone for 1999 and 2000, but there for 2001 and 2002. I looked for my 1999 and 2000 pay statements from two employers, but they too were gone, though similarly all there for 2001 and 2002. Back in 2001 I discovered by 1999 and 2000 tax returns missing a week after a visit from the ex and our daughter. While at the pool with my daughter at my ex's suggestion, I did see the ex at the window of my apartment where my desk was. I am quite sure she stole them, but it was only on this Victoria visit of the last three days and finding other missing pay and expense records missing for those same two years did it occur to me that the ex stole more than my tax records. As her visit was in 2001, I surmise she didn't take 2001 records as that would of been readily detectable as I the files were active. So it would seem, she stole the records from the prior inactive years, 1999 and 2000. And as the whole process of divorce negotiation revolves around income and expenses, it just seems too convenient for those vital documents to all go missing for those two years alone. I wonder if her lawyer put her up to this. And in the least, her lawyer could of requested the tax returns (but didn't).
So should I request the return of my documents from the ex? Not that she is the kind to admit to anything, but what did I do to get such a snake? Nothing; she was planted on me by the Psychopaths, and this was some kind of exercise in jerking my ass around, even if 20 years later, but hopefully the last round.
And why didn't it dawn on me at the time in 2001 that the ex might of stolen more that the tax records after I discovered the 1999 and 2000 records missing? Why, getting mind-fucked to ensure the most disadvantageous outcome just might be the reason. As far as the perps go, adding misery on top of adversity (e.g. financially impaired ex's, with a penchant to lie) is what they do best. Get the victim (TI) when he is down, and get him again. The perps have been totally consistent in financially sabotaging me through all my life when they know I am fiscally conservative. No one in my family is profligate; all are assiduous savers and very economically driven, and I am no different, and yet the perps saw to it that I was severely sabotaged all my adult years via their proxies (the ex) or else other matters that just "happen" to go wrong (i.e. get expensive). It just makes one wonder as to how they go about selecting these saboteurs to then be injected into my life. How do they find such fuck-ups with such amazing consistency?
03-28-2019
Back from a trip to the SOF supermarket; and why the RCMP (Royal Canadian Mendacious Plods) Fuckwit in uniform first paralleling me and then passing in front of me when I entered the store. Don't these uniformed Fuckwits have enough to do rather than parade their outrageous guts in public at 2030h, never mind adding on all their gear to make them appear all the more portly? Or was it that he was unshaven and decidedly brown in complexion? I don't know, or care; but it was made quite clear on numerous occasions to me after 04-2002 when this reign of terror and error descended on me that the police were mere stooges for the Psychopathic Confederacy. Why even the FBI wouldn't reply to my double registered letter to them outlining my experiences as a victim of electromagnetic weapons. You would think they might of phoned me up if they were curious, dontcha think?
And why the constant flurry of vehicles around me when I exit the mall, get in my vehicle and drive off, making a few turns in doing so? A dead night at the mall, being a Thursday, but they (five of them) suddenly pop out to cruise around and make a turn in front or behind me. And too, the Fuckwit in the Volvo that timed his backing up to get in the way of me with my headlights aimed at his vehicle as I intended to pass behind his parked vehicle. But no, as I proceeded in the mall parking lot, he then times his backing up to get in my way and force me around him and cross the vacant roadway onto the other side. I cannot count the occasions the Fuckwits have vehicles to (safely) force me to cross into the oncoming lane. The near-ubiquity of alternating traffic at roadworks being another variation on this theme of changing up my intended vehicle path, a seeming vignette in their long running and highly consistent game of putzing with the anisotropic properties of the ether, the energetic field, and presumably, my bioenergetic interaction. Something like that.
Enough for a posting for this week, even if four days late.
A busy week for helicopter coverage while working in the vineyard. A Sikorsky S-64 Skycrane, (now called an Erickson Aircrane) flew over last week, and only 40 built. Not bad for rare aircraft. Though I still think the Boeing AWAC aircraft low flyover sometime in 2004-6 over my perp abetting parent's place just as I opened the garage door and stepped outside was the aircraft event that still takes the cake. (And such perfect timing too; exiting or entering buildings is a prime gangstalking moment). There are no Canadian AWAC aircraft, so what was this US military aircraft doing there and why so low?
Today, two Bell 212's or like, (Bells though), in formation, the same color, one leading and the other behind, flying the same course. Very strange that two, apparently civilian, helicopters would fly in formation. And no less, each with a pulsing greyish-black cloud around them, which I take to be a maser field (magnetic radiation).
The EC-120's (helicopters) were also abounding, perhaps some 10 flyovers on the day. More maser emanations from them too. Just what the perps get from these flyovers, save the magnetic pulse from them to me, I don't know. Very often they follow a rotary wing (helicopter) with an fixed wing flyover. And too, they even have fixed wing aircraft in formation as well, these seeming flying clubs. But it is the helicopter formations that spook me the most, as there aren't any hobby helicopter clubs that I am aware of in these here parts, especially the medium lift models.
03-27-2019
Back from a three day trip to Victoria to go through my files for the years 1999-2002, the years I lived in the USA, Everett and Seattle. The last most year was when they outed themselves, making their malevolent and insanely abusive role evident rather than keeping me as a naive subject/victim.
I must prove that I was there for the Pension application review folks, and I didn't have all the papers with me here. I went through all the divorce papers, hoping to find copies, but didn't owing the fact that the legal process requires all these financial issues on their forms, and copies of other financial documents isn't permitted. But it was a trip down memory lane, dealing with the ex through my lawyer, and all the stupid angst, and legal costs she generated as a consequence. She even dropped her lawyer and made application to go to court, a laughable premise. Laughable because hardly anyone goes to court in marriage dissolution cases unless there is huge pots of money at stake, which was definitely not the situation. And of course her lawyer wouldn't participate in this lunacy, hence being dropped. So... with a court date impending, my lawyer prepared for the case, and we went to the pre-hearing meeting conducted by a junior legal system representative (a "Master" in this legal jurisdiction). The ex's "case" fell apart within 5 minutes or less, as the Master asked her for witnesses to her assertions, and she had none. She thought she could make unsubstantiated statements as "evidence" for crissakes. The brief that my lawyer prepared was 5" thick, and as soon as I saw it, I saw serious legal expenses. Sure enough, that stunt by the ex cost me $13k alone, never mind my legal costs before and after. Anyhow, the ex then re-retained the same lawyer and eventually it got settled. All this came back to me as I was troving through the legal documents. Even then, I wondered how the ex came upon this method to drain me of $13k, and what defense one has against spurious legal machinations. As far as I know, none; if one party wants to make a legal ass of themselves by acting alone, and intends to go to court, it seems the other party is obliged to prepare for its eventuality. Or maybe there is a way out before the lawyer gets busy with brief preparation, but it still eludes me.
Anyhow, by dint of some kind of fluke (not that I believe in such things any more), the missing tax return of 1999 with original W2's was there in my records, "somehow" misfiled, but not the TY2000 records. The tax records don't declare employment start and end dates, so I looked for bank statements but they were all gone for 1999 and 2000, but there for 2001 and 2002. I looked for my 1999 and 2000 pay statements from two employers, but they too were gone, though similarly all there for 2001 and 2002. Back in 2001 I discovered by 1999 and 2000 tax returns missing a week after a visit from the ex and our daughter. While at the pool with my daughter at my ex's suggestion, I did see the ex at the window of my apartment where my desk was. I am quite sure she stole them, but it was only on this Victoria visit of the last three days and finding other missing pay and expense records missing for those same two years did it occur to me that the ex stole more than my tax records. As her visit was in 2001, I surmise she didn't take 2001 records as that would of been readily detectable as I the files were active. So it would seem, she stole the records from the prior inactive years, 1999 and 2000. And as the whole process of divorce negotiation revolves around income and expenses, it just seems too convenient for those vital documents to all go missing for those two years alone. I wonder if her lawyer put her up to this. And in the least, her lawyer could of requested the tax returns (but didn't).
So should I request the return of my documents from the ex? Not that she is the kind to admit to anything, but what did I do to get such a snake? Nothing; she was planted on me by the Psychopaths, and this was some kind of exercise in jerking my ass around, even if 20 years later, but hopefully the last round.
And why didn't it dawn on me at the time in 2001 that the ex might of stolen more that the tax records after I discovered the 1999 and 2000 records missing? Why, getting mind-fucked to ensure the most disadvantageous outcome just might be the reason. As far as the perps go, adding misery on top of adversity (e.g. financially impaired ex's, with a penchant to lie) is what they do best. Get the victim (TI) when he is down, and get him again. The perps have been totally consistent in financially sabotaging me through all my life when they know I am fiscally conservative. No one in my family is profligate; all are assiduous savers and very economically driven, and I am no different, and yet the perps saw to it that I was severely sabotaged all my adult years via their proxies (the ex) or else other matters that just "happen" to go wrong (i.e. get expensive). It just makes one wonder as to how they go about selecting these saboteurs to then be injected into my life. How do they find such fuck-ups with such amazing consistency?
03-28-2019
Back from a trip to the SOF supermarket; and why the RCMP (Royal Canadian Mendacious Plods) Fuckwit in uniform first paralleling me and then passing in front of me when I entered the store. Don't these uniformed Fuckwits have enough to do rather than parade their outrageous guts in public at 2030h, never mind adding on all their gear to make them appear all the more portly? Or was it that he was unshaven and decidedly brown in complexion? I don't know, or care; but it was made quite clear on numerous occasions to me after 04-2002 when this reign of terror and error descended on me that the police were mere stooges for the Psychopathic Confederacy. Why even the FBI wouldn't reply to my double registered letter to them outlining my experiences as a victim of electromagnetic weapons. You would think they might of phoned me up if they were curious, dontcha think?
And why the constant flurry of vehicles around me when I exit the mall, get in my vehicle and drive off, making a few turns in doing so? A dead night at the mall, being a Thursday, but they (five of them) suddenly pop out to cruise around and make a turn in front or behind me. And too, the Fuckwit in the Volvo that timed his backing up to get in the way of me with my headlights aimed at his vehicle as I intended to pass behind his parked vehicle. But no, as I proceeded in the mall parking lot, he then times his backing up to get in my way and force me around him and cross the vacant roadway onto the other side. I cannot count the occasions the Fuckwits have vehicles to (safely) force me to cross into the oncoming lane. The near-ubiquity of alternating traffic at roadworks being another variation on this theme of changing up my intended vehicle path, a seeming vignette in their long running and highly consistent game of putzing with the anisotropic properties of the ether, the energetic field, and presumably, my bioenergetic interaction. Something like that.
Enough for a posting for this week, even if four days late.
Monday, January 01, 2018
A Power Ditz Christmas
12-26-2017
My perp-abetting mother has been putting on the power ditz since I arrived here at the First Feral Family house Dec. 14. But no more so than last night when a near equally aged friend came over, a very talkative one, so it was the two of them talking past each other, my mother doing 80% of the word mangling as well.
And I suppose it was no fluke that one brother was in Thailand, and the other didn't come down from Kamloops, (going off schedule for the first time) just so it was just me to witness, aka, hear, this low content word barrage going back and forth at Christmas dinner. As I saw it, it was another exercise to isolate the TI victim; no one to talk to that has something substantive to say or else, in the case of the word mangling, no intelligible content at all. Add in the indirect referencing that seems to be more prevalent than last year, i.e. "thing", "over there", "it", 'they" etc. and one wonders why they have put me through this again for another year. Perhaps they want me to notice that my mother is getting worse. Well fine, she is 92, so what does one expect even without the underlying mind control imperative.
Add in my mother's colossal inadequacy over running a Windows PC, and it would seem that the perps really like to have me riled up while attempting to help her at the First Feral Family house. I have never seen someone so impervious to learning in all my life, having been stiffed with training her on PC's for over 20 years now. Naturally (har, har) it develops from the event that she attempts to get it done by herself, and I come by and find her klutzing around and then rescue her from herself. The latest was over the community garbage pick up schedule, something I printed out last year for her, so I got a new set printed out. The fact that two different local governments are responsible, one for organics and refuse, the other for recycling newspapers, plastics etc. doesn't make it any easier, along with differing methods of accessing and printing the schedule to make it all the more fraught. Or in the case of my mother, doubly impenetrable.
Later she dodders downstairs, then goes onto watch TV, and I find that only one of the garbage schedules is on the fridge, not the other. I ask where it is, and I get some babble-rationale that makes no sense. It isn't there or anywhere to be found. And owing to her hearing problems, exacerbated by not wearing her hearing aids all the time, I am not getting through. Ergo, I go online and print another. Perp mission accomplished; fuck the victim into doing (or being part of) the exercise all over again. No better excuse than to have some prevaricating and doddering elder who is hard on hearing and recall. Not to mention, a lifetime perp abettor who sold her first born into this total 24x7 nightmare.
Another "feature" of hanging here at the First Feral Family house is exposure to TV, which my perp-abetting mother watches in great quantity from 1700h to 2300h every evening. Not having a TV at my own residence, this is my annual 3-4 week exposure to this particular medium in all its manipulative excess. Not to mention a long running exposure to the freaks and Fuckwits of the Unfavored crowd; excess exposure to negroes on TV hasn't gone unnoticed, nor have wheelchairs, cripples, large gutted males, skinheads and the rest of the Unfavored parade, noted in a static posting at the right. (And they even put on a live negro "happening" to be walking by yesterday when I "happened" to be at the kitchen counter).
And on TV too, laying on the syrupy extra sentimentality of the do-gooders who get extra mention at this time of year, especially if it has a multiculture angle. And too, the BBC News in keeping with their self serving agenda of all things politically correct, has a seeming transgender news reader. Keep the ridiculousness flying all over the Empire, and never look back to see if you have one remaining behind you. And I see the Queen jumped into this ridiculously gushy fray, by praising the rescue workers of the Manchester bombing in 2017. Why not vilify and condemn the misguided islamic zealots who set the bombs off, and tell them if they don't like it in the UK, to get themselves back to where they came from, stateless or not. No your highness, keep a stiff upper lip and pretend the country is doing just fine. I am beginning to conclude that the UK is becoming a "doormat culture"; just walk all over us with your unlawful actions and we won't have the police (or other LEO's) do anything about it; see Rotherham inquiry ,or here still being disingenuous with the term "Asians".
I notice my mother sits on the couch, and not her regular comfy chair when I watch Forensic Files, that grim slice of reality of depraved criminal behavior on TV. Its all about the evidence and the facts, much more to my taste, and free from the happy-clappy agenda games that besmirches commercial TV.
12-27-2017
Some more leaf raking and the "usual" eruptions of road traffic or walkers outside in suburbia, especially if I change locations in the front yard. A few days ago there were high altitude jet aircraft, three for the afternoon, reminiscent of the frequent SAC aircraft but there was overhead cloud so I could not be sure. Unusually, no helicopter coverage while doing this long running task at the First Feral Family property; in past years I have had at least 3 per afternoon on average, plus multiple single engine aircraft buzzings.
My daughter is flying in for a 20 hour visit, having won free ticket ticket from work. This would be from Vancouver to Victoria, a 20 minute flight at best. No matter if it is from the small aircraft S terminal, it was still an hour late. So, an hour waiting at Arrivals, with the freak show parading around me. For the record, we had the LEO's (aka airport security) parading back and forth, a turban, countless male gut struts, the dude next to me on arm extensions (wing flapping I call it), big hats, wheelchairs and a few other. Woohoo, haven't we done his so many times before?
12-28-201
Another occasion for my perp-abetting mother to put on the power ditzing, this time in the vehicle. Another classic perp setup; driving across town to get these infernal cheese biscuits my mother has been going on about since I got here 12-15-2017. Finally I get them at a certain big box store, and thankfully she stays in the vehicle.The usual parade of Fuckwits on me in the store; the woman who stands in the doorway just as the sliding doors opened, the litany of fuckwits at the aisle ends as I walked along them to find the correct aisle as I don't know the store too well, and another collection of Fuckwits at the section where the infernal cheese biscuits were, as I had to go back and forth due to strategically placed shopping carts and gangstalkers who blocked my view at first. Then to get out of the place, first paying of course, and then I couldn't find the exit for crissakes, going the wrong way.
As it was 15 min. before we were to meet my daughter at her hair appointment, we decided to find the location and wait. Finding parking was intense, but we find a spot and then lo, it is perfect for endless headlights to come around the corner and cross into my visual field. So I looked sideways to a fence, and within a few minutes they were firing headlights through the slats of the fence even if it was a residential house on the other side. Then my mother wants to get a card at the dollar store nearby, so I go inside and get one, and lo, some Fuckwit blocks me on my way to the checkout, taking his time to get his shopping cart out of my way, and then proceeds to copy-cat me by going to the card section. Another Fuckwit is at the doorway when I exit, doing a faux mistake so he can go through the same door of the two wide door-set as I just exited. (As I see it, these are examples of before and after financial transaction stalking/stunts). Then my mother is going on about how long the wait is, and given that my daughter didn't reply to the text, I phone. She then tells me it will be another 30 minutes for crissakes. She might of said something sooner but didn't, as we had an alternate location to visit if it weren't for the waiting contingency. Finally, my daughter comes by at 1535h, and we need to get her to the airport quick, as her flight is at 1700h. So all my mother got to see of her on this 20 hour visit is the time my daughter spent in the vehicle together on the way to the airport, some 40 minutes So...another containment exercise, this time in a parked vehicle for 45 min.with my perp abetting mother and her bat-shit wacko rantings about fuck all while the rain came down, reminiscent of a bad camping trip. Why is it the perps have sandbagged me such dip shits all my life, and I am including my ex of 25 years in all this as well? Exasperation inundation it would seem.
12-29-2017
Another 10+ hour sleep sack today; a perfect way to punch a hole in someone's day to enforce later daytime functionality.
I am fresh from another power ditzing and gangstalking outing to the bank, PO, and then SOF supermarket with my perp abetting mother putting on the ditz like never before. At the bank, there was this Asian woman standing in the way outside the doors, and wasn't about to move despite my mother's mobility issues. So we walk around her to get through the first set, and lo, a Fuckwit woman is posted on the outside of the second set attending to her purse. I pull the door open, and then she looks up, making out that she wasn't totally clueless, just outrageously stupid to be standing there in a public doorway attending to her purse.By then, another Fuckwit has come in behind somehow, and then opens the door I was opening a little more with his arm brushing into my shoulder. With a four person clusterfuck going on inside of two door sets 4' apart, I bolted out of there and sat down at the customer waiting section and left my mother to her own devices. She hasn't made it to debit cards, and there for needs to withdraw cash each week or so.
Then more over obvious Asian Fuckwits, one male in particular, who kept loitering around me at the customer section, with some middle east and E. Indian (from India) ones too. Sure, there were the ATMs there, but why this dude needed to stand around, first on his cell phone, and then in the entrance way, and finally leaning up against the wall was beyond me. Can we say extra obvious gangstalking, this time at a financial institution? After my mother's banking she brought around her financial advisor for me to meet, an Asian woman. We shook hands, chatted for a few minutes, and then departed for the Post Office. The PO was a clusterfuck of a line up, so after more doddering and ditzing, my mother decided to forgo the PO line up.
Then onto SOF supermarket; which again, turned out to be another gangstalking shit show. Early on I had two "sneak ups", where the Fuckwit arrives soundlessly behind me within a foot, and eventually reveals himself to then freak me out that someone unknown got so close without any warning. Both were tall males, about 6'3". another. It would seem another Penticton habit has arrived here in Victoria, where "excuse me" seems to be suddenly forgotten. I think there had to be some 20 -30 cluster fuckings in the aisles with my doddering perp-abetting mother putting on the ditz extra thick for the 20 minutes in SOF, abetted by the constant swarm around us. The Asians, E. Indians and the Middle Easterners were in unusual profusion, and of note, the brown box bearing stocking (or stalking) staff. In addition, there were at least 20 gangstalking "intervenings", when the Fuckwits pass between my mother and me. Then my mother pulls some bullshit about coupons not being taken at the self-checkouts, so we go to the manned check out. As the cashier, it was a guy I had seen who ran a downtown coffee store in Victoria in the 1990's, where I got my coffee beans, appropriately aged. The shop even roasted their own beans, so it was the real deal, long before the invasion of Starbucks in this part of the world. Not that he recognized me, but I suppose when one is in a public counter job,one sees people all the time, and won't recall individuals. (Though, it would seem that I was controlled and managed all my life, he was surely in on the gig then. Or like now, maybe then, there was something obviously visual about me that I cannot detect, but everyone else can, and they look at me strangely, if not scared shitless). Anyhow, this cashier guy of the former coffee shop visitation days was the first cashier EVER who asked me if my doddering and ditzing mother gave him the right change. What does one call this when there are two ditzes making a financial transaction? (I was counting and observing only). A transactional ditz-out, or a mutual cash counting impairment dysfunction? I don't know, and I do wonder if this cashier guy was a real one, or perhaps just a one time put on.
Getting out of SOF was another door way egress shit show. Two tall E. Indian young males were obviously loitering at the entrance which is beside the exit, separated by a 5' long rail that separates them. (As in WTF; normal grocery shopping folk proceed straight through to the aisles). They were 6' inside the store, standing together, one obviously overweight and in these ridiculous sloppy shorts that are all the rage. Not exactly dressed for the pouring rain, but hey, I am long familiar with that incongruous visage nowadays, even at -10C. Then as my perp-abetting mother and I pass through the single exit door on the other side of the rail, why, these E. Indian Fuckwits proceed to follow me out and then split sideways once out of the building. An elderly male turbaned E. Indian "happened" to be coming at us 10' ahead, and then 20' behind him was an E. Indian woman in traditional dress. So what was this over-obvious E. Indian gangstalking shit show all about when exiting the supermarket all about? As I have long mentioned, any time there is a light change, say from inside buildings to outside, the perps put on extra stupid shit, and today, it seemed to have a brown skinned flavor, following the intense gangstalking inside while shopping of that same ethnic group. So I have one question for the perps; if you have one of my brothers married to an E. Indian (from India) why don't you gangstalk the utter piss out of him, or both of them, rather than spend 15 years of insane and relentless stalking of me with brown people? Or, screw the turbans, and make the brown people more stupid looking by having them walk out with a brown cardboard box, (about the most ubiquitous brown reference object there can be), on their head? (Arranging "stupid moments" is nothing new to the perps, and covers all races. I have had Caucasians walking around with flattened brown cardboard box material on their heads more than once). Not my problem; if I don't like the color brown (on anything), I don't see why hordes of brown people need to be swarmed around me, especially while at building egress moments. Though I did learn on the radio in 2017 when a neurologist was interviewed, that the perception of color is uniquely individual.
Not forgetting about two months ago, while at the SOF self-checkout in Penticton, (just completing a financial transaction, note) they put on a single file of five E. Indians filing through the self-checkout area who didn't seem to know where the entrance was, and didn't make any bones about it, save one, who gave me this foolish smile. No doubt the brown people gangstalking has a long way to go in light of today's ridiculous circus.
I see my perp-abetting mother is up to her "getting in the way games" again, adroitly placed just where I need to access a section of counter, drawer or cupboard just ahead of me needing to get there. And too, waving her hands in front of her face while talking to me, as in being extra demonstrative. It is another behavioral trait that suddenly erupted when all this abuse rained down in 04-2002. Ditto for her foot waving while seated; not only her on this account, but it too suddenly erupted among the gangstalking community as well as of that same date.
12-31-2017
An afternoon of leaf raking and compost pile making. The leaves were on the section of lawn next to the street, and as in everytime I do this task at the First Feral Family house, there is a break out of activity. IN this normally quiet subdivision, the vehicles start appearihng, the walkers come out, as well as the cyclists. True to form as well, the neighbors opposite have a reason to head out in their vehicle. The aircraft also begin to pass overhead; even a contrail job, plus lower altitude single engine propeller aircraft. In all my five days of outside garden maitenance work, I finally got my first helicopter passing overhead. I never see them here any other time.
Going back a few years, about 7, they even put on a US AWACS aircraft flying low and directly overhead when I happened to step outside. And there are no Canadian AWAC aircraft, and it has been the only time I have seen one in Canada.
Anyhow, a new year is nigh, and I shall get this posted for the week.
My perp-abetting mother has been putting on the power ditz since I arrived here at the First Feral Family house Dec. 14. But no more so than last night when a near equally aged friend came over, a very talkative one, so it was the two of them talking past each other, my mother doing 80% of the word mangling as well.
And I suppose it was no fluke that one brother was in Thailand, and the other didn't come down from Kamloops, (going off schedule for the first time) just so it was just me to witness, aka, hear, this low content word barrage going back and forth at Christmas dinner. As I saw it, it was another exercise to isolate the TI victim; no one to talk to that has something substantive to say or else, in the case of the word mangling, no intelligible content at all. Add in the indirect referencing that seems to be more prevalent than last year, i.e. "thing", "over there", "it", 'they" etc. and one wonders why they have put me through this again for another year. Perhaps they want me to notice that my mother is getting worse. Well fine, she is 92, so what does one expect even without the underlying mind control imperative.
Add in my mother's colossal inadequacy over running a Windows PC, and it would seem that the perps really like to have me riled up while attempting to help her at the First Feral Family house. I have never seen someone so impervious to learning in all my life, having been stiffed with training her on PC's for over 20 years now. Naturally (har, har) it develops from the event that she attempts to get it done by herself, and I come by and find her klutzing around and then rescue her from herself. The latest was over the community garbage pick up schedule, something I printed out last year for her, so I got a new set printed out. The fact that two different local governments are responsible, one for organics and refuse, the other for recycling newspapers, plastics etc. doesn't make it any easier, along with differing methods of accessing and printing the schedule to make it all the more fraught. Or in the case of my mother, doubly impenetrable.
Later she dodders downstairs, then goes onto watch TV, and I find that only one of the garbage schedules is on the fridge, not the other. I ask where it is, and I get some babble-rationale that makes no sense. It isn't there or anywhere to be found. And owing to her hearing problems, exacerbated by not wearing her hearing aids all the time, I am not getting through. Ergo, I go online and print another. Perp mission accomplished; fuck the victim into doing (or being part of) the exercise all over again. No better excuse than to have some prevaricating and doddering elder who is hard on hearing and recall. Not to mention, a lifetime perp abettor who sold her first born into this total 24x7 nightmare.
Another "feature" of hanging here at the First Feral Family house is exposure to TV, which my perp-abetting mother watches in great quantity from 1700h to 2300h every evening. Not having a TV at my own residence, this is my annual 3-4 week exposure to this particular medium in all its manipulative excess. Not to mention a long running exposure to the freaks and Fuckwits of the Unfavored crowd; excess exposure to negroes on TV hasn't gone unnoticed, nor have wheelchairs, cripples, large gutted males, skinheads and the rest of the Unfavored parade, noted in a static posting at the right. (And they even put on a live negro "happening" to be walking by yesterday when I "happened" to be at the kitchen counter).
And on TV too, laying on the syrupy extra sentimentality of the do-gooders who get extra mention at this time of year, especially if it has a multiculture angle. And too, the BBC News in keeping with their self serving agenda of all things politically correct, has a seeming transgender news reader. Keep the ridiculousness flying all over the Empire, and never look back to see if you have one remaining behind you. And I see the Queen jumped into this ridiculously gushy fray, by praising the rescue workers of the Manchester bombing in 2017. Why not vilify and condemn the misguided islamic zealots who set the bombs off, and tell them if they don't like it in the UK, to get themselves back to where they came from, stateless or not. No your highness, keep a stiff upper lip and pretend the country is doing just fine. I am beginning to conclude that the UK is becoming a "doormat culture"; just walk all over us with your unlawful actions and we won't have the police (or other LEO's) do anything about it; see Rotherham inquiry ,or here still being disingenuous with the term "Asians".
I notice my mother sits on the couch, and not her regular comfy chair when I watch Forensic Files, that grim slice of reality of depraved criminal behavior on TV. Its all about the evidence and the facts, much more to my taste, and free from the happy-clappy agenda games that besmirches commercial TV.
12-27-2017
Some more leaf raking and the "usual" eruptions of road traffic or walkers outside in suburbia, especially if I change locations in the front yard. A few days ago there were high altitude jet aircraft, three for the afternoon, reminiscent of the frequent SAC aircraft but there was overhead cloud so I could not be sure. Unusually, no helicopter coverage while doing this long running task at the First Feral Family property; in past years I have had at least 3 per afternoon on average, plus multiple single engine aircraft buzzings.
My daughter is flying in for a 20 hour visit, having won free ticket ticket from work. This would be from Vancouver to Victoria, a 20 minute flight at best. No matter if it is from the small aircraft S terminal, it was still an hour late. So, an hour waiting at Arrivals, with the freak show parading around me. For the record, we had the LEO's (aka airport security) parading back and forth, a turban, countless male gut struts, the dude next to me on arm extensions (wing flapping I call it), big hats, wheelchairs and a few other. Woohoo, haven't we done his so many times before?
12-28-201
Another occasion for my perp-abetting mother to put on the power ditzing, this time in the vehicle. Another classic perp setup; driving across town to get these infernal cheese biscuits my mother has been going on about since I got here 12-15-2017. Finally I get them at a certain big box store, and thankfully she stays in the vehicle.The usual parade of Fuckwits on me in the store; the woman who stands in the doorway just as the sliding doors opened, the litany of fuckwits at the aisle ends as I walked along them to find the correct aisle as I don't know the store too well, and another collection of Fuckwits at the section where the infernal cheese biscuits were, as I had to go back and forth due to strategically placed shopping carts and gangstalkers who blocked my view at first. Then to get out of the place, first paying of course, and then I couldn't find the exit for crissakes, going the wrong way.
As it was 15 min. before we were to meet my daughter at her hair appointment, we decided to find the location and wait. Finding parking was intense, but we find a spot and then lo, it is perfect for endless headlights to come around the corner and cross into my visual field. So I looked sideways to a fence, and within a few minutes they were firing headlights through the slats of the fence even if it was a residential house on the other side. Then my mother wants to get a card at the dollar store nearby, so I go inside and get one, and lo, some Fuckwit blocks me on my way to the checkout, taking his time to get his shopping cart out of my way, and then proceeds to copy-cat me by going to the card section. Another Fuckwit is at the doorway when I exit, doing a faux mistake so he can go through the same door of the two wide door-set as I just exited. (As I see it, these are examples of before and after financial transaction stalking/stunts). Then my mother is going on about how long the wait is, and given that my daughter didn't reply to the text, I phone. She then tells me it will be another 30 minutes for crissakes. She might of said something sooner but didn't, as we had an alternate location to visit if it weren't for the waiting contingency. Finally, my daughter comes by at 1535h, and we need to get her to the airport quick, as her flight is at 1700h. So all my mother got to see of her on this 20 hour visit is the time my daughter spent in the vehicle together on the way to the airport, some 40 minutes So...another containment exercise, this time in a parked vehicle for 45 min.with my perp abetting mother and her bat-shit wacko rantings about fuck all while the rain came down, reminiscent of a bad camping trip. Why is it the perps have sandbagged me such dip shits all my life, and I am including my ex of 25 years in all this as well? Exasperation inundation it would seem.
12-29-2017
Another 10+ hour sleep sack today; a perfect way to punch a hole in someone's day to enforce later daytime functionality.
I am fresh from another power ditzing and gangstalking outing to the bank, PO, and then SOF supermarket with my perp abetting mother putting on the ditz like never before. At the bank, there was this Asian woman standing in the way outside the doors, and wasn't about to move despite my mother's mobility issues. So we walk around her to get through the first set, and lo, a Fuckwit woman is posted on the outside of the second set attending to her purse. I pull the door open, and then she looks up, making out that she wasn't totally clueless, just outrageously stupid to be standing there in a public doorway attending to her purse.By then, another Fuckwit has come in behind somehow, and then opens the door I was opening a little more with his arm brushing into my shoulder. With a four person clusterfuck going on inside of two door sets 4' apart, I bolted out of there and sat down at the customer waiting section and left my mother to her own devices. She hasn't made it to debit cards, and there for needs to withdraw cash each week or so.
Then more over obvious Asian Fuckwits, one male in particular, who kept loitering around me at the customer section, with some middle east and E. Indian (from India) ones too. Sure, there were the ATMs there, but why this dude needed to stand around, first on his cell phone, and then in the entrance way, and finally leaning up against the wall was beyond me. Can we say extra obvious gangstalking, this time at a financial institution? After my mother's banking she brought around her financial advisor for me to meet, an Asian woman. We shook hands, chatted for a few minutes, and then departed for the Post Office. The PO was a clusterfuck of a line up, so after more doddering and ditzing, my mother decided to forgo the PO line up.
Then onto SOF supermarket; which again, turned out to be another gangstalking shit show. Early on I had two "sneak ups", where the Fuckwit arrives soundlessly behind me within a foot, and eventually reveals himself to then freak me out that someone unknown got so close without any warning. Both were tall males, about 6'3". another. It would seem another Penticton habit has arrived here in Victoria, where "excuse me" seems to be suddenly forgotten. I think there had to be some 20 -30 cluster fuckings in the aisles with my doddering perp-abetting mother putting on the ditz extra thick for the 20 minutes in SOF, abetted by the constant swarm around us. The Asians, E. Indians and the Middle Easterners were in unusual profusion, and of note, the brown box bearing stocking (or stalking) staff. In addition, there were at least 20 gangstalking "intervenings", when the Fuckwits pass between my mother and me. Then my mother pulls some bullshit about coupons not being taken at the self-checkouts, so we go to the manned check out. As the cashier, it was a guy I had seen who ran a downtown coffee store in Victoria in the 1990's, where I got my coffee beans, appropriately aged. The shop even roasted their own beans, so it was the real deal, long before the invasion of Starbucks in this part of the world. Not that he recognized me, but I suppose when one is in a public counter job,one sees people all the time, and won't recall individuals. (Though, it would seem that I was controlled and managed all my life, he was surely in on the gig then. Or like now, maybe then, there was something obviously visual about me that I cannot detect, but everyone else can, and they look at me strangely, if not scared shitless). Anyhow, this cashier guy of the former coffee shop visitation days was the first cashier EVER who asked me if my doddering and ditzing mother gave him the right change. What does one call this when there are two ditzes making a financial transaction? (I was counting and observing only). A transactional ditz-out, or a mutual cash counting impairment dysfunction? I don't know, and I do wonder if this cashier guy was a real one, or perhaps just a one time put on.
Getting out of SOF was another door way egress shit show. Two tall E. Indian young males were obviously loitering at the entrance which is beside the exit, separated by a 5' long rail that separates them. (As in WTF; normal grocery shopping folk proceed straight through to the aisles). They were 6' inside the store, standing together, one obviously overweight and in these ridiculous sloppy shorts that are all the rage. Not exactly dressed for the pouring rain, but hey, I am long familiar with that incongruous visage nowadays, even at -10C. Then as my perp-abetting mother and I pass through the single exit door on the other side of the rail, why, these E. Indian Fuckwits proceed to follow me out and then split sideways once out of the building. An elderly male turbaned E. Indian "happened" to be coming at us 10' ahead, and then 20' behind him was an E. Indian woman in traditional dress. So what was this over-obvious E. Indian gangstalking shit show all about when exiting the supermarket all about? As I have long mentioned, any time there is a light change, say from inside buildings to outside, the perps put on extra stupid shit, and today, it seemed to have a brown skinned flavor, following the intense gangstalking inside while shopping of that same ethnic group. So I have one question for the perps; if you have one of my brothers married to an E. Indian (from India) why don't you gangstalk the utter piss out of him, or both of them, rather than spend 15 years of insane and relentless stalking of me with brown people? Or, screw the turbans, and make the brown people more stupid looking by having them walk out with a brown cardboard box, (about the most ubiquitous brown reference object there can be), on their head? (Arranging "stupid moments" is nothing new to the perps, and covers all races. I have had Caucasians walking around with flattened brown cardboard box material on their heads more than once). Not my problem; if I don't like the color brown (on anything), I don't see why hordes of brown people need to be swarmed around me, especially while at building egress moments. Though I did learn on the radio in 2017 when a neurologist was interviewed, that the perception of color is uniquely individual.
Not forgetting about two months ago, while at the SOF self-checkout in Penticton, (just completing a financial transaction, note) they put on a single file of five E. Indians filing through the self-checkout area who didn't seem to know where the entrance was, and didn't make any bones about it, save one, who gave me this foolish smile. No doubt the brown people gangstalking has a long way to go in light of today's ridiculous circus.
I see my perp-abetting mother is up to her "getting in the way games" again, adroitly placed just where I need to access a section of counter, drawer or cupboard just ahead of me needing to get there. And too, waving her hands in front of her face while talking to me, as in being extra demonstrative. It is another behavioral trait that suddenly erupted when all this abuse rained down in 04-2002. Ditto for her foot waving while seated; not only her on this account, but it too suddenly erupted among the gangstalking community as well as of that same date.
12-31-2017
An afternoon of leaf raking and compost pile making. The leaves were on the section of lawn next to the street, and as in everytime I do this task at the First Feral Family house, there is a break out of activity. IN this normally quiet subdivision, the vehicles start appearihng, the walkers come out, as well as the cyclists. True to form as well, the neighbors opposite have a reason to head out in their vehicle. The aircraft also begin to pass overhead; even a contrail job, plus lower altitude single engine propeller aircraft. In all my five days of outside garden maitenance work, I finally got my first helicopter passing overhead. I never see them here any other time.
Going back a few years, about 7, they even put on a US AWACS aircraft flying low and directly overhead when I happened to step outside. And there are no Canadian AWAC aircraft, and it has been the only time I have seen one in Canada.
Anyhow, a new year is nigh, and I shall get this posted for the week.
Sunday, May 28, 2017
Noise Onset Timed for Headphone Use
05-22-2017
And what is it about putting on headphones and listening to music that must be pummeled with noise from outside within 5 minutes. These past two days of good sunny weather, a rarity this year until now, and in combination with the Escape's power steering pump leaking like a sieve, has meant that I could only responsibly get my tanning done outside my place on the lawn. Which meant, listening to headphones as a bonus, but that didn't last long as someone nearby started up the gasoline lawn mower, the HD motorcycle noise, overhead aircraft in repeated passes or some such noise. I gave up attempting to wear headphones as the assholes seemed so intent to punch their noise through. Ditto yesterday; within 5 minutes of putting on the headphones the lawnmower noise starts up; the same mower and same location two days in succession, each with the same impeccable timing of putting on my headphones. That takes coordination IMHO.
Mind you, even on the vineyards that I have worked at that aren't on a busy road (2012-14), the assholes would time aerial noise, usually the single engine propeller driven aircraft, to loiter overhead when I put on headphones. And even more absurd, a specific biz jet took off when I had them off, and 15 minutes later it was doing the same thing, this time with my headphones on, catching me out as I did not expect it to somehow slip back and take off again. As this aircraft is not stationed here as best as I can make out, just why would it return in such short order? The "forgot our lunch" rationale has been played out so many times over the past five years of living here, where aircraft return in short order so they can make another pass. Not all of them, and more likely a small percentage, are on training runs and the like where this flight pattern has some legitimate rationale. Do they get paid by the flight, or by a free fueling or what? Or do all these aircraft belong to the Psychopaths? Don't know, don't care, just leave me alone.
05-23-2017
Tuesday, and back to work at the vineyard. I got a ride from the boss man at the tire/automotive repair shop as the power steering pump was to be installed today. Indeed it was, and lo, if the pump pressure switch isn't also on the fritz, allowing full pressure all the time, and it too needs to be fixed. Part available tomorrow, another day with out the vehicle, and this time the boss man picks me up at my place as the vehicle is deemed undrivable. My guess is that the switch got sabotaged, and then that blew the seals in the pump. Ergo, no need for a new pump if it hadn't been installed first. A seal kit yes, but a new pump might of not been necessary. And I still wonder why I took the vehicle to these guys anyhow having pissed me off once, though the Ford dealership might not of been any better. But at least they were open on the Saturday of the long weekend, though I don't know if that would of been a factor.
Shoot thinning in the glorious sunny weather today, even if a stiff breeze for the afternoon.
Did I piss a whole lot of readers off inadvertently, or is this just more Blogspot number manipulations? From a steady 280 reads per day for the last two months now down to 80 reads per day for the past few days. I don't put much stock in these statistics, being kept in this bubble of all things manipulated
05-24-2017
I got picked up by the boss man and his wife this morning, my vehicle kept in the shop overnight. I suppose this is all part of the "temporary separation" plan; first allow the victim to retrieve his vehicle from the shop while waiting for the part (PS pump), then when fixed, why another part (pressure sensor) is needed, but this time the victim must keep his vehicle at the shop. All this fuckery after getting the summer tires on. And a new PS belt as well, as the other one was soaked in PS fluid, and was slipping. Rubber games among others, not to mention leaking PS fluid all over town for the last week or longer. It drives nice now. A $620 bill for all of that fuckery on a vehicle that has 110,000km on it. Go figure.
I filled the vehicle up afterward, always a big perp moment, and wasn't surprised to have a loud motorcycle in the next bay, the only one of four available.
Shoot thinning all day today, being cool (17C), windy and some threatening rain. Don't ask me why the perps need to go through these temperature fluctuations, but we should be back to 10C warmer tomorrow and for four days more. Today was a cool weather "blip" in an 8 day sunny and warm streak.
And I see the assholes had me "forget" to take my vitamins this morning, all the more annoying when I had a rare extra 20 minutes before my ride (boss man) came by. When I have been such a regular vitamin user, I find this totally absurd that I would "forget".
One the forced "forget" games, they also had me "forget" to take my lunch kit home yesterday. Leaving things all over town was never my style, and now they have upped the sabotage inanity.
I see the difficult co-worker is now staying out of any verbal contact. The weird shovel demand experience of last week, and the prior offer (unprovoked) from him to throw me a pitch fork seemed to have a cumulative loathing effect (in me) that the perps wish to incubate for some reason. Though this person does still keep up his "dog me" stalking antics, taking extra strange measures (e.g senseless back and forths) to cross my path or pop into my field of view. Him, staying out of my way is just fine. Somehow he knows the score, though I haven't said a thing or otherwise tipped my hand.
05-25-2017
Another day of shoot thinning. Bottling is tomorrow, but as they have an extra person I was assigned to stay in the vineyard. It doesn't add up; two of the six crew don't have bottling experience and will be part of the bottling tomorrow. I have three weeks of bottling experience and I get sent to the vineyard. All that clanging and bashing glass is a big deal for the perps, so perhaps they want be to be away from it, doing vineyard work. That "happened" last year, where the vineyard demands were such that the bottling crew had to do without me while I attended to the vines nearby. Funny how these exclusion games repeat. This is only a one day bottling job anyhow.
And funny how no one on the crew says anything to anybody in the morning; some I never spoke to all day, including the above "difficult" one. Though he still didn't let up on his posing (getting seen) and stalking games. It is like some kind of chain got yanked on most everyone, and nearly all of them went into avoidant down-at-the-mouth mode. I have experienced joint peculiar co-worker behavior in the past, though it has involved staring. Not this time for some reason, just avoidant behavior. For the record, there is nothing I did or said to stink the joint out, and nor is there any other event that I am aware of that would cause such a "reaction". In quotes, as it seems it is orchestrated.
05-26-2017
I was shoot thinning all day today. I finished up the partial rows from the rest of the crew as they were on bottling, and by 1330h, the "difficult dude" slid into view at the other end of the next row. The rest of the crew followed in five minutes or so. Interesting that they put this loathsome mofo into view first. Normally, when I am bottling, there is always something going wrong to hold the line up for a while. Without me, it went just fine.
05-28-2017
Sunday, and I got out for a hike to then get some tanning in, and managed to evade the bull and the cows that are polluting the hiking trails in and around McIntyre Bluff. Enough for now, and onto posting.
And what is it about putting on headphones and listening to music that must be pummeled with noise from outside within 5 minutes. These past two days of good sunny weather, a rarity this year until now, and in combination with the Escape's power steering pump leaking like a sieve, has meant that I could only responsibly get my tanning done outside my place on the lawn. Which meant, listening to headphones as a bonus, but that didn't last long as someone nearby started up the gasoline lawn mower, the HD motorcycle noise, overhead aircraft in repeated passes or some such noise. I gave up attempting to wear headphones as the assholes seemed so intent to punch their noise through. Ditto yesterday; within 5 minutes of putting on the headphones the lawnmower noise starts up; the same mower and same location two days in succession, each with the same impeccable timing of putting on my headphones. That takes coordination IMHO.
Mind you, even on the vineyards that I have worked at that aren't on a busy road (2012-14), the assholes would time aerial noise, usually the single engine propeller driven aircraft, to loiter overhead when I put on headphones. And even more absurd, a specific biz jet took off when I had them off, and 15 minutes later it was doing the same thing, this time with my headphones on, catching me out as I did not expect it to somehow slip back and take off again. As this aircraft is not stationed here as best as I can make out, just why would it return in such short order? The "forgot our lunch" rationale has been played out so many times over the past five years of living here, where aircraft return in short order so they can make another pass. Not all of them, and more likely a small percentage, are on training runs and the like where this flight pattern has some legitimate rationale. Do they get paid by the flight, or by a free fueling or what? Or do all these aircraft belong to the Psychopaths? Don't know, don't care, just leave me alone.
05-23-2017
Tuesday, and back to work at the vineyard. I got a ride from the boss man at the tire/automotive repair shop as the power steering pump was to be installed today. Indeed it was, and lo, if the pump pressure switch isn't also on the fritz, allowing full pressure all the time, and it too needs to be fixed. Part available tomorrow, another day with out the vehicle, and this time the boss man picks me up at my place as the vehicle is deemed undrivable. My guess is that the switch got sabotaged, and then that blew the seals in the pump. Ergo, no need for a new pump if it hadn't been installed first. A seal kit yes, but a new pump might of not been necessary. And I still wonder why I took the vehicle to these guys anyhow having pissed me off once, though the Ford dealership might not of been any better. But at least they were open on the Saturday of the long weekend, though I don't know if that would of been a factor.
Shoot thinning in the glorious sunny weather today, even if a stiff breeze for the afternoon.
Did I piss a whole lot of readers off inadvertently, or is this just more Blogspot number manipulations? From a steady 280 reads per day for the last two months now down to 80 reads per day for the past few days. I don't put much stock in these statistics, being kept in this bubble of all things manipulated
05-24-2017
I got picked up by the boss man and his wife this morning, my vehicle kept in the shop overnight. I suppose this is all part of the "temporary separation" plan; first allow the victim to retrieve his vehicle from the shop while waiting for the part (PS pump), then when fixed, why another part (pressure sensor) is needed, but this time the victim must keep his vehicle at the shop. All this fuckery after getting the summer tires on. And a new PS belt as well, as the other one was soaked in PS fluid, and was slipping. Rubber games among others, not to mention leaking PS fluid all over town for the last week or longer. It drives nice now. A $620 bill for all of that fuckery on a vehicle that has 110,000km on it. Go figure.
I filled the vehicle up afterward, always a big perp moment, and wasn't surprised to have a loud motorcycle in the next bay, the only one of four available.
Shoot thinning all day today, being cool (17C), windy and some threatening rain. Don't ask me why the perps need to go through these temperature fluctuations, but we should be back to 10C warmer tomorrow and for four days more. Today was a cool weather "blip" in an 8 day sunny and warm streak.
And I see the assholes had me "forget" to take my vitamins this morning, all the more annoying when I had a rare extra 20 minutes before my ride (boss man) came by. When I have been such a regular vitamin user, I find this totally absurd that I would "forget".
One the forced "forget" games, they also had me "forget" to take my lunch kit home yesterday. Leaving things all over town was never my style, and now they have upped the sabotage inanity.
I see the difficult co-worker is now staying out of any verbal contact. The weird shovel demand experience of last week, and the prior offer (unprovoked) from him to throw me a pitch fork seemed to have a cumulative loathing effect (in me) that the perps wish to incubate for some reason. Though this person does still keep up his "dog me" stalking antics, taking extra strange measures (e.g senseless back and forths) to cross my path or pop into my field of view. Him, staying out of my way is just fine. Somehow he knows the score, though I haven't said a thing or otherwise tipped my hand.
05-25-2017
Another day of shoot thinning. Bottling is tomorrow, but as they have an extra person I was assigned to stay in the vineyard. It doesn't add up; two of the six crew don't have bottling experience and will be part of the bottling tomorrow. I have three weeks of bottling experience and I get sent to the vineyard. All that clanging and bashing glass is a big deal for the perps, so perhaps they want be to be away from it, doing vineyard work. That "happened" last year, where the vineyard demands were such that the bottling crew had to do without me while I attended to the vines nearby. Funny how these exclusion games repeat. This is only a one day bottling job anyhow.
And funny how no one on the crew says anything to anybody in the morning; some I never spoke to all day, including the above "difficult" one. Though he still didn't let up on his posing (getting seen) and stalking games. It is like some kind of chain got yanked on most everyone, and nearly all of them went into avoidant down-at-the-mouth mode. I have experienced joint peculiar co-worker behavior in the past, though it has involved staring. Not this time for some reason, just avoidant behavior. For the record, there is nothing I did or said to stink the joint out, and nor is there any other event that I am aware of that would cause such a "reaction". In quotes, as it seems it is orchestrated.
05-26-2017
I was shoot thinning all day today. I finished up the partial rows from the rest of the crew as they were on bottling, and by 1330h, the "difficult dude" slid into view at the other end of the next row. The rest of the crew followed in five minutes or so. Interesting that they put this loathsome mofo into view first. Normally, when I am bottling, there is always something going wrong to hold the line up for a while. Without me, it went just fine.
05-28-2017
Sunday, and I got out for a hike to then get some tanning in, and managed to evade the bull and the cows that are polluting the hiking trails in and around McIntyre Bluff. Enough for now, and onto posting.
Monday, May 01, 2017
Tractor Driving
05-01-2017
Monday; start with equipment that behaves fine (Friday last week), and then successively sabotage it so things constantly go wrong. This would the vineyard tractor I am driving for the second time, the first day this week. Lots of controls = lots of perp sabotage, preferably multiple things going wrong at once or in immediate serial sequence. Just hilarious after 15 years of things going wrong 5x the normal rate. Their very favorite Fuckover stunt was to prevent the forward-reverse shift lever from going into gear (forward usually). Some 20 attempts at a time while sitting in the tractor was not uncommon, and this shit went on all afternoon. Every time I came to a row end I had to reverse it to go back on the same row. In fact, the supervisor seemed to set the job up so I needed to do this twice as often given the slow revelation of instructions. Had he told me all that had to be done, I could of traversed one block to the next, crossing the trail, instead of turning each time.
05-02-2017
A second day of tractor driving, using the so-called grape hoe implement, a blade on the R side that severs the weeds by the roots and lifts them up. That is the theory, but it is more like a "weed dislocator", moving them around in clods, and not out of the row as it should be. Hence a build up of weed, often grass, clumps over the time that defy said implement. Having a steel blade, some 1/4" thick, plough and flick just under the soil is a perp implement of significant proportions; they just love soil interactions, and all the better with steel implements as they see it for their human nonconsensual experimentation agenda. Don't forget I was hand digging these same vineyard weeds with the rest of the crew using shovels for three days last week.
Today, thankfully, things went better, and the insane disruption over being able to shift forward or back (separate gear lever) only lasted a half hour. Given that the assholes have been shitting me over shifting into reverse over the last two months with the new (to me) Escape (standard transmission), gifted from my perp-abetting mother, who knew the sickos would of pulled this same stunt with another vehicle, this time a tractor? Or who knew, that shifting standard gears, especially forward and reverse, was a total Fuckover event for some remote sick asses harassing the living shit out of their victim for over 15 years now? But it seems they had this one planned; given a standard transmission vehicle in 01-2017, and then harass the victim for the same thing in a tractor in 04-2017. No wonder they didn't let me drive a farm tractor since I took the viticulture course in 01-2012 when there was plenty of opportunity to help out my employers.
And why was I so unusually tired after work today? Kept too tired to do anything, but not allowed to nap. Never had this problem before, but the perps wasting my time is just too funny for them. Consequent to this 30 min. quasi-nap, I went grocery shopping with my usual gangstalking entourage. Fucking tiresome.
05-04-2017
For the second day in succession, an aerial stalker came by, totally incongruous given the circumstances. Like WTF; a Canadian government aircraft with "surveillance" on its side. I look them up, and they are all about marine traffic and pollution surveillance. Like WTF; what are they doing 600km inland for crissakes? But let us not forget the military putting on their submarine detection aircraft for 7 circuits over a former vineyard work site 3-4 years ago, spewing some kind of magnetic beams out of its stinger tail. I read another TI calling this "air stalking" and I suppose it is. But the way it seems is that the Canadian government is sending its few aircraft over to harass a TI, and is nothing short of a criminal organization, just like the police. Nothing new there. Last year it was the four engined C-117 cargo aircraft doing four passes over the vineyard I was at. It never landed, so what on earth was such an aircraft doing flying over Naramata and then departing? And the SAR was on a fly past two weeks ago, with their yellow EH 101 Cormorant, though it could be that they were out on a mission, but given my past experience with this same aircraft and owner, it is suspicious.
And for the second day in succession, I worked with the new woman employee, who "happens" to have the same first name as my daughter, though 7 years younger. A strapping lass, if not a tad overweight, and breasts the size of softballs. Yesterday, a low top, and I could not help to notice the cleavage exposure, another long standing perp put on. Today, she was in a red shirt, perhaps to sync with above mentioned red colored surveillance aircraft. Anyhow, she seems like a nice and positive person, unlike the last new woman who is so furtive and avoidant.
Yesterday I was planting vines with her and the NZ woman, so I had my close-in dose of the feminine, and the perps do love me to be planting. And then weeding in the afternoon, with the furtive one who says nothing. Today, it was all weeding with the new woman who is thankfully, someone I can talk with.
And a police vehicular gangstalking in front of me half way back to my place. I see way too many of them or their vehicles to be a coincidence, not that I believe there is any such notion in my highly orchestrated and harassed circumstances.
Two days ago after grocery shopping, the police were out doing some kind of apparent search in this small wooded area. One vehicle had its red and blue lights flashing on the opposite side of the road, with the officer pulling a black bag out of the vehicle. Then a yellowjacket (police man) coming from the woods, and around the corner, with no lights, was a second parked police vehicle. The latter one should of had his lights on as it is a no parking zone on a bend for crissakes.
I see the crew boss man is now doing the weeding on the tractor in other areas with the attached implement, more of a weed dis-locator implement. Where we are hand weeding now is where I did the same tractor work a few days ago. So it would seem this rotation goes with various tractor drivers doing "weed dislocating", and then us vineyard laborer schmo's do following hand weeding. Now with three different tractor operators, and an added new person (per above), it should be all grist for the perp non-consensual human research mill over their insane obsession over plant tending, e.g. weeding, planting, etc.
A rare good weather day today, enough for shorts and getting a tan on my legs. Rain tomorrow, so maybe I am getting an interrupted introduction to summer weather this year.
And what was the point of the perps having me "forget" to turn off the tuner (radio) this morning before leaving? I rarely have it on, and always turn it off, and lo, if some asshole didn't dither me and have me leave it on all day in my absence.
Another forced "forget" was yesterday, leaving my boots outside all night. I got screwed with this trick last year when they unloaded a rain storm on my boots that were outside. So to counter that fuckery, I put the alarm on for two hours or so, long enough so that the wet wool sock stink dissipates. And lo, if some asshole didn't defeat the alarm so that I "forgot". And again, what is the point of this insane relentless fuckery? And to note, I didn't have this wet boot smell lingering until recently. One screw-over begets another.
05-05-2017
Another day of digging big grass clumps from the vineyard. Normally we work in teams of two, but since one guy was seconded for irrigation installation, I helped two women crew members by going ahead and removing all the large chunks the tractor turned up. One was the NZ woman, the other who started two days ago. In the latter case, she put on a head band for whatever reason, as she did yesterday. She added on a ball cap today, and lo, if her whole headgear thing didn't resemble a turban in part. Anyhow, given how much the perps like to stage/stalk me with head wear, especially the ones I loathe on sight, (e.g. turbans), why was I so clueless? And of course, with all my knowledge now remotely manipulable, that too has been attended to. Talk about feeling helpless, and too, that notion gets wiped out.
Even the CBC radio gets in on the act, by describing a political party member as the "first turbaned...". Who gives a fuck? We have had E. Indians in all our political parties, and now even the federal cabinet. Now the CBC have taken it upon themselves to further distinguish (promoting??) whether they are wearing turbans or not. We don't need any more divisions that we have, and now the national radio has invented another one. And they will likely spin this into "creating national unity" or some such.
On the headband theme; I did my laundry tonight and an attractive blonde woman (though large ass) was there, and lo, she was wearing her hair up with a headband too. She looked 40-ish, and the perps made sure that I noticed she wasn't married. Like WTF: I don't care about these things any more; not only am I 62, but I have the hounds of hell on my ass, and they orchestrate every microsecond of my existence nowadays, and everyone seems to know it in advance. I don't think they always did this as they didn't have this element of control until 2006, but now it seems they do as the coincidence factor is so high. I am simply not interested in romance, and any sane woman would feel the same about me, assuming she didn't already know my circumstances beforehand, or else see a light field around me, as reported by other TI's (though not mentioned in my presence).
As it "happens", now continuing with the coincidence theme, with the laundromat proprietors engaging this woman in conversation (not me), it turns out that she is from Edmonton, and is an Edmonton Oilers hockey fan. As it "happened" the Oilers were playing on a live broadcast of the playoffs on the 50" TV screen in the laundromat. Anyhow, resulting from general banter about hockey now that the playoff season has finally begun, the laundromat owner shows me a picture on his phone of his son with an prominent Oilers player (captain), as the team was visiting here on a pre-season goodwill tour last year. Then he shows it to the attractive Edmonton woman. (Both of us getting "color calibrated" with the same LED image perhaps, though she did some oohs-and-ahhs over his cute (to her) son.) And within the minute, this same prominent Oilers hockey player scores a goal on TV. I kid you not; another tangle of coincidences over a certain hockey team and player.
Another nap attack hit after work today; the perps are bound and determined never to let me get onto my laundry any earlier than 1900h in the evenings. I could of got onto it an hour earlier, but the wave of helplessness came on and the only thing I can do is lie down and pull the blankets over.
05-06-2017
Saturday, and a small job to help the vineyard couple; not that it was vineyard work, but they needed the cedar hedges trimmed, and he arranged some scaffolding with a platform to be mounted on a trailer which he towed with his ATV. I would get up on the platform and wield the gasoline powered hedger to trim the hedge. The system worked for the most part, save where it was too far to reach, and then we used the pole pruner. Anyhow, it was 3 hours of work, and in OK weather. And nothing went wrong; imagine that. I suppose for the perps it was an exercise in plant trimming at some 6' off the ground, and we know who loves me to be plant tending, and all the better, cutting them. And we know who likes to test elevational differences from ground level.
And more dithering (two weeks now) by the fee-for-service doctor's office this week; a call to tell me that the "good doctor" needs to determine which tests I need in advance of my requested appointment. Well, it was last year, in a change to their usual practice, when they cited new medical regulations that one must see the doctor first, who then determines the tests, and all to see the same doctor again. Even if one has had prior clinical interactions that would be a basis for an obvious extension to health care delivery. And now, it isn't so, or isn't mentioned. No doubt this is more foot dragging over my demands for dopamine deficiency treatment, as the three other referrals are still in a state of non-response, and could be for 6 months or more in this current medical system. I fully expect the "good doctor" to deny me anything more than supplements, which if one has ADD as I do, are pretty lame, as ADD is by definition a development problem.
I spent two hours this afternoon viewing Ty Bollinger's astonishing research of cancer treatment and its squalid history -two hours note. Not to mention the grim future; by 2020, one half of cancer events are expected to be caused by prior medical "treatments" of cancer; chemo therapy (e.g. tamoxifen) is carcinogenic as is radio-therapy. I hadn't read any cancer material for three months, getting fed up with it, not making light that it is an atrocity of epic proportions; 600,000 victims each year in the US and Canada. And the repressive actions of the FDA are nothing short of living in Nazi Germany, just not as widespread. To be an professional and responsible alternative cancer practitioner in the US and Canada is to have a target painted on your back, as mentioned by an MD who leads a prominent alternate health care center.
05-07-2017
Sunday, and I was finally allowed to get hiking at 0930h instead of 1200h. The weather forecast was for sunshine, but at a cool 18C. Fine; I will do the hike and find out then if tanning can be attempted. As it "happened" it was cool at my usual remote tanning site, but after an hour I relocated to the lee of the wind, and was able to get tanned. I used my lightweight camp cot for the first time, and it worked out reasonably well.
Another "cattle problem" on the way back along the trail. It seems they had been released in the last week into this woodland area, and lo, if the bull wasn't standing on the trail looking at me while the herd was passing behind him, going down to this small lake for water. As twice before, retreat, and take an alternate off-trail route. Fortunately I could navigate my way through the woods by keeping a visual reference to this lake and not spend two hours back tracking along the trailed alternative.
I did get some three hours of tanning in, though it didn't seem like it as the cool wind kept finding me for a time. And just when I popped back onto the trail, why, a gangstalker came along on the trail. I say gangstalker as the timing was perp-perfect; just as I entered the woods from the open area and only two minutes into my return. Besides, the guy was such a rude ass; most hikers say hello or acknowledge each other, but not this one.
I got my usual helicopter coverage while tanning off-trail, this time more obvious. About an hour before lunch a big throbby Bell 412 came low (500' above terrain) and then circled about a kilometer away to the S, going back to where it came from seemingly. After lunch this same helicopter comes over the same flight path and then extends its flight to fly N of me and then do the same large circle to the S. Same helicopter, seemingly to add some post-lunch (favorite perp harassment timing) noise and a visual, by extending its curious flight path.
Anyhow, I later did my care duty, helping my knee cap damaged friend get some groceries at various shopping locations. The usual gangstalk fray of course.
Onto posting this for the week.
Sunday, June 05, 2016
Phone Tag
05-30-2016
Contacting Do Not Post tonight brought on an answering machine again, and it seems this was a setting on the phone that wasn't normal going by my earlier phone message. And of course the earlier calls to me this evening were when I was at yoga and the phone was in my vehicle. Save the last call when I was driving and had one hand on the wheel and the other on my chocolate bar fix.
I cannot count the number of times when contacting someone anew results in a phone tag session that goes on for days, often a week. What is it that the perps need to disrupt communications with someone, especially for the first time? These incidences increased ten fold since 04-2002 when they first went berserk/overt on me. They like me to hear the voice via voice mail at first, and seem to be having me hang out for at least two days since I heard it with no response. And I am sure the other party has a host of technological hassles or life circumstances hassles that prevent a ready response.
Yoga brought on the Bob-Job dude again, the wacko in brightly spotted capris, and we are talking about a male here. Star Girl was back after some 4 months, this time developing more ugly tats down her L forearm to trail the absurd star tats at her L wrist. So why was she sent to yoga tonight? For me to glimpse more fugly tattoos or for me to see her very attractive lithe frame?
The Bob-Job dude was busy on the stalk after class, standing in front of the winsome mop-head girl who has been so visible in the lobby upon my exit for the last four yoga classes. I fear I am getting more cynical about my arranged and orchestrated existence, as it seems they have me timed to the last microsecond for what I see, think or hear. So the perps have me wondering about the significance of every player who crosses my path. Are they there for the Unfavored freak show, or are they there for a momentary dopamine kick, i.e. attractive or otherwise interesting? I don't care most of the time, but the perps do want me to dwell on their design considerations much more than I ever did before.
As I type this, the across-the-back-lane HD motorcycle noise has cranked up.
06-01-2016
A day of tucking at the quiet vineyard, no road noise of major significance. The boss lady did her usual crank up the production inference, suggesting we would get done early today. Well we didn't get done early, but did with an extra hour of effort, the two of us.
The perps put on a C-177 Globemaster III military cargo aircraft for three passes in this Okanagan Valley, the last below the mountain tops and perhaps 500' above the lake. A big 4 engine aircraft and very wide too. Back in 1994 or so, they had the US equivalent (C-17) pass over my house at 400' above terrain on its way to the local air show (with traffic control permission to fly so low). A few days later I went to the air show and walked through the same aircraft. Mighty impressive to say the least; such a wide cargo carrying aircraft. And so, finally, about in 2005, the Canadian government got its act together and dumped the ridiculous arrangement with contractual Russian cargo aircraft and got their own C-177 (US C-17) fleet. And why are the perps flying aircraft from Trenton, Ontario for three passes over a TI victim in a nameless vineyard in the Okanagan Valley?
We have done a number of remotely stationed military aircraft fly-bys over the last four years; a Cormorant rescue helicopter for 5 passes over what became my regular hiking groundsin 2012, a CP-140 Aurora submarine tracker for 7 passes over an inland lake 400 miles from saltwater in the glide path of Penticton airport no less in 2014, two Snowbirds to fly low as I changed up my sun block bottle in 2015, a CF-188 Hornet (US F-18), two of them departing from the Penticton airport two weeks ago, and now the C-177 Globemaster for three passes. Funny how they find me at different locations, from Oliver, Skaha Lake, Penticton to Naramata.
06-02-2016
No major aircraft visits from the Canadian Air Force today, though a biz jet came in over the lake, presumably to land at Penticton airport.
This morning, it felt like I got hit on the head in the night, but without the pain. As in clogged, fogged and demotivated. Mighty strange, as I had my bi-weekly testosterone last night, and normally I am much more with it the following morning. Walking the vineyard to get wire repairs done, and then again to get the gopher abatement done seemed to be the cure. I wonder where this one is going, or is it a temporary moment in remote mind manipulation and research? Or have the perps now learned to remotely defeat this medication, which seems they have done with every successful one I have taken. We shall see.
A house is being built there, and at least 12 pickup trucks or vans of trades. All males, and now this faux jocularity and whooping it up and other overblown male banter. Ridiculous. If I was looking for that I would go to a basketball game.
More wire work when I got back to the N vineyard, but that is all part of the job. No complaints there.
Continuing eye stinging attacks each day as I finish work, nearly all timed to have me drive one-eyed, sometimes alternating for crissakes. Eye drops are at hand, but the assholes just bring on the eye stinging anyhow. The ostensible reason, aka plausible denial rationale, is that it is the sulfur applications to the vines via the sprayer. Why didn't it happen nearly so often before? And why did this bullshit erupt on food crop farms back in Victoria, pre-2012 (pre-vineyard work)?
06-03-2016
A half hour phone conversation with Do Not Post tonight; she seems like a legit TI, and questions were honest and direct. The reception was terrible though, at least on my end. A mere continuation of the phone and voice mail tag, is to have shoddy reception. This is no reflection on my caller I want to add, and nor was the delay in responding to my voice mail messages, mentioned above. Continued conversations are expected.
So while the phone conversation was in progress, I get two calls, re-directed to my voice mail about work tomorrow. I respond, to both parties, but both were unavailable. And one couldn't get a text message through to me. So what is the deal about this that the perps constantly must script phone and text tag all the time? Both are new phone callers, though one party I have met in person twice, having worked for her a few weeks back. This time it is at the same vineyard, but she won't be there so I will be working for someone else. This constant choreography of switching personnel I work for, a follow on from phone tag it seems.
I had an iron supplement last night as I was getting so tired in the previous evenings. But I paid the price; two Immodium moments on the crapper so far. But I do feel I have a normal level of energy tonight, not the demotivated suck down I have come to know and loathe. Still no action on getting my resume completed though, now three weeks of vexacious obstruction so far.
06-05-2016
An hour's conversation with Do Not Post tonight. A legit TI it seems, and thankfully the reception was better, though I suspect VOIP (Magic Jack) has a ways to go to get it cleaned up to current day landline telco standards. Not a whole lot to report, and it seems she has had her difficulties with family too. In that respect, as far as my family goes, (aka, the First Feral Family) my attitude is "fuck them all". They knew all this abuse was coming down since 1996, and played dumb when it did in 2002, and they are still hard at playing dumb. Or are evasive saps. So fuck them. Worse yet, they knew I was a TI from birth and didn't say shit. I suspect my brothers were in on the act in and about 1965, when I was 11 yo.
Easier said than done of course, not everyone has that degree of independent mind, and where there is significant emotional interaction, then small steps are needed. Leave the crazies behind as there is absolutely no headway anyone can make with these people. Which should apply to politics as well, but I won't get into that topic for now.
And why is it when I am on the phone for an extended time do I get other texts or calls coming in? This "happened" Tuesday, same caller and similar extended phone call duration.
The back lane dude and HD motorcycle noise show has gone quiet this weekend for some reason, though that doesn't stop the odd hot-rod muffler noise from coming by. Most curious as it seems they poured this on for the last two months, even with dude bantering parties on Mondays to greet me as I came back from yoga. And now, with with good weather, nothing.
It was a Sunday off, and good weather, as in sunny and warm, over 30C today. Off to a hike and then off-trail to my favorite skyclad tanning location where there is no one else, not even a gangstalker for 3 hours. (And not even a low level aircraft, truly exceptional). I learned from the above phone call that one can get prana energy from the sun, and if true, then that must be yet another human nonconsensual research component of all of this relentless abuse. That there are many human races in varying skin tones suggests to me the perps are hard at trying to figure all this out. Not my problem, so why am I in the middle of this insane abusive and relentless research project where I am not allowed to even pick up a pencil without cognitive and physical interference? And to rile me up all day long.
Anyhow, time to get this posted for the week.
Contacting Do Not Post tonight brought on an answering machine again, and it seems this was a setting on the phone that wasn't normal going by my earlier phone message. And of course the earlier calls to me this evening were when I was at yoga and the phone was in my vehicle. Save the last call when I was driving and had one hand on the wheel and the other on my chocolate bar fix.
I cannot count the number of times when contacting someone anew results in a phone tag session that goes on for days, often a week. What is it that the perps need to disrupt communications with someone, especially for the first time? These incidences increased ten fold since 04-2002 when they first went berserk/overt on me. They like me to hear the voice via voice mail at first, and seem to be having me hang out for at least two days since I heard it with no response. And I am sure the other party has a host of technological hassles or life circumstances hassles that prevent a ready response.
Yoga brought on the Bob-Job dude again, the wacko in brightly spotted capris, and we are talking about a male here. Star Girl was back after some 4 months, this time developing more ugly tats down her L forearm to trail the absurd star tats at her L wrist. So why was she sent to yoga tonight? For me to glimpse more fugly tattoos or for me to see her very attractive lithe frame?
The Bob-Job dude was busy on the stalk after class, standing in front of the winsome mop-head girl who has been so visible in the lobby upon my exit for the last four yoga classes. I fear I am getting more cynical about my arranged and orchestrated existence, as it seems they have me timed to the last microsecond for what I see, think or hear. So the perps have me wondering about the significance of every player who crosses my path. Are they there for the Unfavored freak show, or are they there for a momentary dopamine kick, i.e. attractive or otherwise interesting? I don't care most of the time, but the perps do want me to dwell on their design considerations much more than I ever did before.
As I type this, the across-the-back-lane HD motorcycle noise has cranked up.
06-01-2016
A day of tucking at the quiet vineyard, no road noise of major significance. The boss lady did her usual crank up the production inference, suggesting we would get done early today. Well we didn't get done early, but did with an extra hour of effort, the two of us.
The perps put on a C-177 Globemaster III military cargo aircraft for three passes in this Okanagan Valley, the last below the mountain tops and perhaps 500' above the lake. A big 4 engine aircraft and very wide too. Back in 1994 or so, they had the US equivalent (C-17) pass over my house at 400' above terrain on its way to the local air show (with traffic control permission to fly so low). A few days later I went to the air show and walked through the same aircraft. Mighty impressive to say the least; such a wide cargo carrying aircraft. And so, finally, about in 2005, the Canadian government got its act together and dumped the ridiculous arrangement with contractual Russian cargo aircraft and got their own C-177 (US C-17) fleet. And why are the perps flying aircraft from Trenton, Ontario for three passes over a TI victim in a nameless vineyard in the Okanagan Valley?
We have done a number of remotely stationed military aircraft fly-bys over the last four years; a Cormorant rescue helicopter for 5 passes over what became my regular hiking groundsin 2012, a CP-140 Aurora submarine tracker for 7 passes over an inland lake 400 miles from saltwater in the glide path of Penticton airport no less in 2014, two Snowbirds to fly low as I changed up my sun block bottle in 2015, a CF-188 Hornet (US F-18), two of them departing from the Penticton airport two weeks ago, and now the C-177 Globemaster for three passes. Funny how they find me at different locations, from Oliver, Skaha Lake, Penticton to Naramata.
06-02-2016
No major aircraft visits from the Canadian Air Force today, though a biz jet came in over the lake, presumably to land at Penticton airport.
This morning, it felt like I got hit on the head in the night, but without the pain. As in clogged, fogged and demotivated. Mighty strange, as I had my bi-weekly testosterone last night, and normally I am much more with it the following morning. Walking the vineyard to get wire repairs done, and then again to get the gopher abatement done seemed to be the cure. I wonder where this one is going, or is it a temporary moment in remote mind manipulation and research? Or have the perps now learned to remotely defeat this medication, which seems they have done with every successful one I have taken. We shall see.
A house is being built there, and at least 12 pickup trucks or vans of trades. All males, and now this faux jocularity and whooping it up and other overblown male banter. Ridiculous. If I was looking for that I would go to a basketball game.
More wire work when I got back to the N vineyard, but that is all part of the job. No complaints there.
Continuing eye stinging attacks each day as I finish work, nearly all timed to have me drive one-eyed, sometimes alternating for crissakes. Eye drops are at hand, but the assholes just bring on the eye stinging anyhow. The ostensible reason, aka plausible denial rationale, is that it is the sulfur applications to the vines via the sprayer. Why didn't it happen nearly so often before? And why did this bullshit erupt on food crop farms back in Victoria, pre-2012 (pre-vineyard work)?
06-03-2016
A half hour phone conversation with Do Not Post tonight; she seems like a legit TI, and questions were honest and direct. The reception was terrible though, at least on my end. A mere continuation of the phone and voice mail tag, is to have shoddy reception. This is no reflection on my caller I want to add, and nor was the delay in responding to my voice mail messages, mentioned above. Continued conversations are expected.
So while the phone conversation was in progress, I get two calls, re-directed to my voice mail about work tomorrow. I respond, to both parties, but both were unavailable. And one couldn't get a text message through to me. So what is the deal about this that the perps constantly must script phone and text tag all the time? Both are new phone callers, though one party I have met in person twice, having worked for her a few weeks back. This time it is at the same vineyard, but she won't be there so I will be working for someone else. This constant choreography of switching personnel I work for, a follow on from phone tag it seems.
I had an iron supplement last night as I was getting so tired in the previous evenings. But I paid the price; two Immodium moments on the crapper so far. But I do feel I have a normal level of energy tonight, not the demotivated suck down I have come to know and loathe. Still no action on getting my resume completed though, now three weeks of vexacious obstruction so far.
06-05-2016
An hour's conversation with Do Not Post tonight. A legit TI it seems, and thankfully the reception was better, though I suspect VOIP (Magic Jack) has a ways to go to get it cleaned up to current day landline telco standards. Not a whole lot to report, and it seems she has had her difficulties with family too. In that respect, as far as my family goes, (aka, the First Feral Family) my attitude is "fuck them all". They knew all this abuse was coming down since 1996, and played dumb when it did in 2002, and they are still hard at playing dumb. Or are evasive saps. So fuck them. Worse yet, they knew I was a TI from birth and didn't say shit. I suspect my brothers were in on the act in and about 1965, when I was 11 yo.
Easier said than done of course, not everyone has that degree of independent mind, and where there is significant emotional interaction, then small steps are needed. Leave the crazies behind as there is absolutely no headway anyone can make with these people. Which should apply to politics as well, but I won't get into that topic for now.
And why is it when I am on the phone for an extended time do I get other texts or calls coming in? This "happened" Tuesday, same caller and similar extended phone call duration.
The back lane dude and HD motorcycle noise show has gone quiet this weekend for some reason, though that doesn't stop the odd hot-rod muffler noise from coming by. Most curious as it seems they poured this on for the last two months, even with dude bantering parties on Mondays to greet me as I came back from yoga. And now, with with good weather, nothing.
It was a Sunday off, and good weather, as in sunny and warm, over 30C today. Off to a hike and then off-trail to my favorite skyclad tanning location where there is no one else, not even a gangstalker for 3 hours. (And not even a low level aircraft, truly exceptional). I learned from the above phone call that one can get prana energy from the sun, and if true, then that must be yet another human nonconsensual research component of all of this relentless abuse. That there are many human races in varying skin tones suggests to me the perps are hard at trying to figure all this out. Not my problem, so why am I in the middle of this insane abusive and relentless research project where I am not allowed to even pick up a pencil without cognitive and physical interference? And to rile me up all day long.
Anyhow, time to get this posted for the week.
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Much Disruption Over Yellow Beans
07-22-2014
Tuesday, the day after yoga, and seemingly another high disruption day to follow disrupted Mondays. (Yoga not being a disruption as I see it, and maybe a regular weekly highlight).
Getting back to yoga, and the orchestration of the class members. A new change in arranging the class members in the room. I was alone in the room for five minutes before class started, and lo, if the other regular male, wasn't sent in next, an all time first. For over a year it has been a succession of the regular females who follow me in if I am first, and in keeping form, they put him next in his usual behind-the-post spot at the back where I cannot see him directly, only by way of the mirrors. Another change up was that of the eight females, only only one was a regular, the remainder were all new to me.
The darling pixie instructor was chirpy as usual, and in her black tight shorts again, none of the body form disguising clothing she often wears. This TI cannot have too many distractions at once apparently; be it her curves, butt, good looks etc. Or at least, they perps have selectively managed for revealing a few female form distractions at a time until the last four sessions or so.
Another day of tucking vines in the vineyard, with the weather taking a turn for the worse, and even a few hours of light showers just to get me wear my jacket and rain hat. Another stunt of theirs was to end my music player listening by having the adjacent farm start up a chainsaw and drive the noise into the headphones. This while playing Eva Cassidy, my all time fave. Within a minute of taking the headphones off, why, the chainsaw noise was shut down for good. Thanks a bunch.
While listening to music, per above, they also arranged aircraft noise to penetrate the headphones; helicopters, four engine turboprops, two engine and single engine aircraft. This emulated the entire prior morning of aircraft noise when I wasn't listening to music; they even put on a single engine aircraft to tail the four engine water bomber, and then had only the single engine return five minutes later directly overhead. Which isn't the first time that outbound aircraft have returned (less than five minutes from the Penticton airport) in short order, but is the first time they put on two aircraft together and had one return. Can we be any more obvious that that? (If they were on a joint mission, a water bomber and a spotter aircraft, they would of stayed together). Though the Orion P-3 anti-submarine aircraft making 7 passes overhead some six weeks ago takes the cake for extra obvious aircraft stalking. (Sending in an over-water mission aircraft 400 miles inland to make seven overhead passes some 400' above (operational elevation) a certain vineyard in broad daylight and in the flight path for the Penticton airport is plain over the top obvious IMHO).
Anyhow, back to the yellow beans. The vineyard owners have a 15x15' vegetable garden but don't eat much from it, and offer the produce to me. As it "happened" the yellow beans came on fast last week when I wasn't doing the daily watering, as the owner took over. I was offered the beans to pick, and took two small buckets back to clean and freeze.
The frozen storage zip lock bags kept screwing up, with the zipper somehow getting off track. Some of the yellow beans self-propelled themselves on the floor, and do we know of an agency that just loves to flick food around, don't we? My finger motor control was messed with so I couldn't manipulate what I wanted to do at any given moment. This and other assaults/insults brought on plenty of screaming at the assholes.
I stopped on the way home to visit the LD store, and there was a screw-up at the Rx counter which kept me captive there for 25 minutes while they made up a smaller single week supply. A freakshow of males in fugly shorts is almost standard, but did they all have to have bald heads? Then a redheaded woman sat in the only available waiting chair, keeping me on the move in the store. Anytime I stop on the way home is prime gangstalking time of late.
On the job obstruction front, I see a promising local wine cellar laborer job that the perps had me obsessing over much of today, the "usual" planted ideations of getting it, etc. has now disappeared from the internet. It was posted yesterday, and was for multiple positions, paid generously, was for a 6 month term, and now, poof gone.
07-23-2014
Tucking vines all day, then thunderstorm at end of day, and so I bailed out some 15 minutes early. It was a strange weather day; the morning was warm and so I had my shorts on, but by 1500h it suddenly got cool and I changed back into my pants. All to make a run for it when the storm unloaded so quickly.
On the way home I picked up two 24" pieces of angle aluminum for shelf supports, and once done, intense vehicular gangstalking started up, just like last time I picked up this same material (four weeks ago). As it "happens" this later aluminum angle stock came from a new shipment that came in two days ago, or, so I was told. Apparently, the first two pieces came from the last of his then current stock. And sure enough, they put on an aluminum boat on a truck rack as an early vehicular gangstalking entity I was stopped beside once I had the aluminum pieces in my vehicle. And in fact, there has been an increase in aluminum boats as gangstalking props of late for crissakes,
It does seem that aluminum is the current "it" substance the perps have invested in. I have two aluminum surface tables (fold down camping tables) and of course rest my hands on the table while typing or eating. Going back to 2012, before I moved to Penticton, I had an Ikea bare wood keyboard tray that my wrists rested on. I had the Ikea wood furniture since 2000, and I suppose the perps have now "graduated" from wood contact and all its energetic considerations, to aluminum. Just to think that was a 10 year run of having a bare wood (pine) keyboard support furniture. And when this furniture was purchased in 2000, they made sure that the remainder of the Ikea Ivar uprights, boards, work surfaces etc. was all available in a single trip, but I had to make a special return trip to Ikea (Seattle area) a week later to get the keyboard support piece. Funny how that "happens'. And while we are on this aluminum material topic, I use Felco secateurs (hand pruners) all day long in the vineyard, and lo, if the handles aren't made of cast aluminum (with a vinyl red coating on the handle's surface).
Later tonight, the thunderstorm came back, now very intense, now an hour of it, though it seems to be clearing. In my Kamloops dwelling brother's town, 240 km away, they had 1" of rain in 30 min. from this same system and plenty of flooding to match. And some nice perp touches with it too. For example, the lights and power went out momentarily and it all came back with the boom, which was very loud. That wasn't enough, because once the lights came back on the perps put on striated plasma light inside, these bands of alternating light and dark in mid room from no And of course, they put on whole room flashes as if the lightning lit my place up, but it was far away at the time.
07-24-2014
A soggy day, though not at first, and therefore sucking me into doing my vineyard work without my rain gear on. That lasted about an hour, time enough to finish one side of one row, and lo, if the rain didn't come on then, so that meant a return to the house. I put my rain gear on then, and wore it most of the remainder of the day as it was continually raining.
07-25-2014
Screwed; the alarm didn't go off and I got up 40 minutes late -meant skipping shaving for armputs, nethers regaion - shaving of front torso is 2x/week, arms is 1x/week
Continually tucking vines again at the vineyard all day.
The Lockheed Electra (or here) aerial gangstalk came for the third consecutive day, to circle Skaha Lake; cleverly timing arrivals and circling for my two breaks, one of which was taken an hour earlier than usual. Its distinctive twin tail is a gimme, and they were built in the 1930's. Why this older aircraft was selected is beyond me, but perhaps it is those radial piston engines, a rarity nowadays. Today's Electra visit was followed with an unbroken aerial noise parade of a water bomber, helicopters (2 different makes/models) and a yellow single engine aircraft that kept coming back every ten minutes or so. I reckon it was at least an hour of unbroken aircraft noise, with the Electra as the opening act.
07-26-2014
Saturday, and a 0700h start to getting my laundry done ended when the laundromat wasn't open at 0710h when the sign on the door clearly states that it opens every day of the week at 0700h. A shorts wearing male was standing at the door looking stupified and blamed electronic locks as the problem. (Like WTF; chances are that if electronic locks were installed, it would not be the problem. So goes the FUD+disinfo games, right down to a passing comment by a supposed bystander. I suppose that should be FUDD, but then again, I have so many variants on this I keep in mind I don't want to create reader confusion by having numerous versions. Because we know who likes to seed Fear+Uncertainty+Doubt.)
A legs wax appointment this morning, with last time's attendant standing at the counter pretending she never met me. She had dyed her hair an unnatural brown, and stared at me for a moment when I was speaking with the woman at the cash desk. Later this same woman in unnatural brown "happened" to be entering the street in my presence, and put on another stalking -all from someone I spoke with at length while she did leg waxing four weeks ago. I have had many "pretend-not-to-know-me" games from the staff at this place, as well as many others in the ambulatory gangstalking scene. I don't why they do this, start friendly and then suddenly withdraw any knowledge of past encounters, sometimes from one room to the next. Another notable time of this stunt when was when one woman was friendly in yoga class, and then when it was over she leads me out through the doors to the outside and heads the same way I as I am for 10' or so, does a 180 degree turn on the sidewalk to then come toward me, then putting on the act that she doesn't know me by looking straight ahead. I reckon I have been through at least 100 blatant "pretend-not-to-know-me" stunts/stalks in the last 12 years of this insane abuse.
The drying towels outside turned stiff, something I would of known had not my recall faculties been whacked by remote means. The local magpie bird also liked to land on the towels while drying. Screw that, and as the bedsheets that were "forgotten" this morning's laundry, they were added to the pile, plus the towel I used to lie on outside reading a book this afternoon had plenty of grass remaining, so throw it in a heap and make another trip to the laundromat tonight.
This being a post dinner laundry outing, a rarity, and with canned salmon for dinner plus wax beans, cucumber and shallots, the timing was ripe for major gangstalking. Add in taking a shower as today's haircut remains kept falling out, and the town went bananas, as in intense vehicular gangstalking. The laundromat was busy too, this morning's standee "happened" to be there again as it turned out he was the cleaning guy. The responsible attendant was there too in a weekend rarity counting the money. She knows me and was decent enough to say hello. Even that much cannot be taken for granted in this orchestrated anomie. [anomie: state or condition of individuals or society characterized by a breakdown or absence of social norms and values].
At the laundromat an native indian woman kept crawling up my ass, at least four times; once making out that she was interested in the artwork on the walls. (Original local art paintings there for sale). Then she was on my butt twice at the door, and again when I thought she was gone and doing my final towel folding. The latter was a perp cluster fuck moment as another woman (chinless) was hanging behind me too.
Another "visit" by the Lockheed Electra, "finding me" at my residence in Penticton this time.
07-27-2014
I was feeling stoned, as in floaty, which means a temporal lobe de-energization is going on. The temporal lobes, are said to be the seat of psychic energies. And of note, I did not ingest any kind of aftermarket (ahem) strange substances to cause floatiness sensations, as this would give the perps an excuse to do all manner of strange things to me. They never miss a beat if some event can be leveraged to be a putative excuse for other remotely applied neural and behavioral intrusions.
That infernal Lockheed Electra came back to "find me" while on my hike, a 30 minute drive S of where it usually turns above the vineyard I work at.
I am late getting this posted due to some other matters, sorry for the brevity this week.
Tuesday, the day after yoga, and seemingly another high disruption day to follow disrupted Mondays. (Yoga not being a disruption as I see it, and maybe a regular weekly highlight).
Getting back to yoga, and the orchestration of the class members. A new change in arranging the class members in the room. I was alone in the room for five minutes before class started, and lo, if the other regular male, wasn't sent in next, an all time first. For over a year it has been a succession of the regular females who follow me in if I am first, and in keeping form, they put him next in his usual behind-the-post spot at the back where I cannot see him directly, only by way of the mirrors. Another change up was that of the eight females, only only one was a regular, the remainder were all new to me.
The darling pixie instructor was chirpy as usual, and in her black tight shorts again, none of the body form disguising clothing she often wears. This TI cannot have too many distractions at once apparently; be it her curves, butt, good looks etc. Or at least, they perps have selectively managed for revealing a few female form distractions at a time until the last four sessions or so.
Another day of tucking vines in the vineyard, with the weather taking a turn for the worse, and even a few hours of light showers just to get me wear my jacket and rain hat. Another stunt of theirs was to end my music player listening by having the adjacent farm start up a chainsaw and drive the noise into the headphones. This while playing Eva Cassidy, my all time fave. Within a minute of taking the headphones off, why, the chainsaw noise was shut down for good. Thanks a bunch.
While listening to music, per above, they also arranged aircraft noise to penetrate the headphones; helicopters, four engine turboprops, two engine and single engine aircraft. This emulated the entire prior morning of aircraft noise when I wasn't listening to music; they even put on a single engine aircraft to tail the four engine water bomber, and then had only the single engine return five minutes later directly overhead. Which isn't the first time that outbound aircraft have returned (less than five minutes from the Penticton airport) in short order, but is the first time they put on two aircraft together and had one return. Can we be any more obvious that that? (If they were on a joint mission, a water bomber and a spotter aircraft, they would of stayed together). Though the Orion P-3 anti-submarine aircraft making 7 passes overhead some six weeks ago takes the cake for extra obvious aircraft stalking. (Sending in an over-water mission aircraft 400 miles inland to make seven overhead passes some 400' above (operational elevation) a certain vineyard in broad daylight and in the flight path for the Penticton airport is plain over the top obvious IMHO).
Anyhow, back to the yellow beans. The vineyard owners have a 15x15' vegetable garden but don't eat much from it, and offer the produce to me. As it "happened" the yellow beans came on fast last week when I wasn't doing the daily watering, as the owner took over. I was offered the beans to pick, and took two small buckets back to clean and freeze.
The frozen storage zip lock bags kept screwing up, with the zipper somehow getting off track. Some of the yellow beans self-propelled themselves on the floor, and do we know of an agency that just loves to flick food around, don't we? My finger motor control was messed with so I couldn't manipulate what I wanted to do at any given moment. This and other assaults/insults brought on plenty of screaming at the assholes.
I stopped on the way home to visit the LD store, and there was a screw-up at the Rx counter which kept me captive there for 25 minutes while they made up a smaller single week supply. A freakshow of males in fugly shorts is almost standard, but did they all have to have bald heads? Then a redheaded woman sat in the only available waiting chair, keeping me on the move in the store. Anytime I stop on the way home is prime gangstalking time of late.
On the job obstruction front, I see a promising local wine cellar laborer job that the perps had me obsessing over much of today, the "usual" planted ideations of getting it, etc. has now disappeared from the internet. It was posted yesterday, and was for multiple positions, paid generously, was for a 6 month term, and now, poof gone.
07-23-2014
Tucking vines all day, then thunderstorm at end of day, and so I bailed out some 15 minutes early. It was a strange weather day; the morning was warm and so I had my shorts on, but by 1500h it suddenly got cool and I changed back into my pants. All to make a run for it when the storm unloaded so quickly.
On the way home I picked up two 24" pieces of angle aluminum for shelf supports, and once done, intense vehicular gangstalking started up, just like last time I picked up this same material (four weeks ago). As it "happens" this later aluminum angle stock came from a new shipment that came in two days ago, or, so I was told. Apparently, the first two pieces came from the last of his then current stock. And sure enough, they put on an aluminum boat on a truck rack as an early vehicular gangstalking entity I was stopped beside once I had the aluminum pieces in my vehicle. And in fact, there has been an increase in aluminum boats as gangstalking props of late for crissakes,
It does seem that aluminum is the current "it" substance the perps have invested in. I have two aluminum surface tables (fold down camping tables) and of course rest my hands on the table while typing or eating. Going back to 2012, before I moved to Penticton, I had an Ikea bare wood keyboard tray that my wrists rested on. I had the Ikea wood furniture since 2000, and I suppose the perps have now "graduated" from wood contact and all its energetic considerations, to aluminum. Just to think that was a 10 year run of having a bare wood (pine) keyboard support furniture. And when this furniture was purchased in 2000, they made sure that the remainder of the Ikea Ivar uprights, boards, work surfaces etc. was all available in a single trip, but I had to make a special return trip to Ikea (Seattle area) a week later to get the keyboard support piece. Funny how that "happens'. And while we are on this aluminum material topic, I use Felco secateurs (hand pruners) all day long in the vineyard, and lo, if the handles aren't made of cast aluminum (with a vinyl red coating on the handle's surface).
Later tonight, the thunderstorm came back, now very intense, now an hour of it, though it seems to be clearing. In my Kamloops dwelling brother's town, 240 km away, they had 1" of rain in 30 min. from this same system and plenty of flooding to match. And some nice perp touches with it too. For example, the lights and power went out momentarily and it all came back with the boom, which was very loud. That wasn't enough, because once the lights came back on the perps put on striated plasma light inside, these bands of alternating light and dark in mid room from no And of course, they put on whole room flashes as if the lightning lit my place up, but it was far away at the time.
07-24-2014
A soggy day, though not at first, and therefore sucking me into doing my vineyard work without my rain gear on. That lasted about an hour, time enough to finish one side of one row, and lo, if the rain didn't come on then, so that meant a return to the house. I put my rain gear on then, and wore it most of the remainder of the day as it was continually raining.
07-25-2014
Screwed; the alarm didn't go off and I got up 40 minutes late -meant skipping shaving for armputs, nethers regaion - shaving of front torso is 2x/week, arms is 1x/week
Continually tucking vines again at the vineyard all day.
The Lockheed Electra (or here) aerial gangstalk came for the third consecutive day, to circle Skaha Lake; cleverly timing arrivals and circling for my two breaks, one of which was taken an hour earlier than usual. Its distinctive twin tail is a gimme, and they were built in the 1930's. Why this older aircraft was selected is beyond me, but perhaps it is those radial piston engines, a rarity nowadays. Today's Electra visit was followed with an unbroken aerial noise parade of a water bomber, helicopters (2 different makes/models) and a yellow single engine aircraft that kept coming back every ten minutes or so. I reckon it was at least an hour of unbroken aircraft noise, with the Electra as the opening act.
07-26-2014
Saturday, and a 0700h start to getting my laundry done ended when the laundromat wasn't open at 0710h when the sign on the door clearly states that it opens every day of the week at 0700h. A shorts wearing male was standing at the door looking stupified and blamed electronic locks as the problem. (Like WTF; chances are that if electronic locks were installed, it would not be the problem. So goes the FUD+disinfo games, right down to a passing comment by a supposed bystander. I suppose that should be FUDD, but then again, I have so many variants on this I keep in mind I don't want to create reader confusion by having numerous versions. Because we know who likes to seed Fear+Uncertainty+Doubt.)
A legs wax appointment this morning, with last time's attendant standing at the counter pretending she never met me. She had dyed her hair an unnatural brown, and stared at me for a moment when I was speaking with the woman at the cash desk. Later this same woman in unnatural brown "happened" to be entering the street in my presence, and put on another stalking -all from someone I spoke with at length while she did leg waxing four weeks ago. I have had many "pretend-not-to-know-me" games from the staff at this place, as well as many others in the ambulatory gangstalking scene. I don't why they do this, start friendly and then suddenly withdraw any knowledge of past encounters, sometimes from one room to the next. Another notable time of this stunt when was when one woman was friendly in yoga class, and then when it was over she leads me out through the doors to the outside and heads the same way I as I am for 10' or so, does a 180 degree turn on the sidewalk to then come toward me, then putting on the act that she doesn't know me by looking straight ahead. I reckon I have been through at least 100 blatant "pretend-not-to-know-me" stunts/stalks in the last 12 years of this insane abuse.
The drying towels outside turned stiff, something I would of known had not my recall faculties been whacked by remote means. The local magpie bird also liked to land on the towels while drying. Screw that, and as the bedsheets that were "forgotten" this morning's laundry, they were added to the pile, plus the towel I used to lie on outside reading a book this afternoon had plenty of grass remaining, so throw it in a heap and make another trip to the laundromat tonight.
This being a post dinner laundry outing, a rarity, and with canned salmon for dinner plus wax beans, cucumber and shallots, the timing was ripe for major gangstalking. Add in taking a shower as today's haircut remains kept falling out, and the town went bananas, as in intense vehicular gangstalking. The laundromat was busy too, this morning's standee "happened" to be there again as it turned out he was the cleaning guy. The responsible attendant was there too in a weekend rarity counting the money. She knows me and was decent enough to say hello. Even that much cannot be taken for granted in this orchestrated anomie. [anomie: state or condition of individuals or society characterized by a breakdown or absence of social norms and values].
At the laundromat an native indian woman kept crawling up my ass, at least four times; once making out that she was interested in the artwork on the walls. (Original local art paintings there for sale). Then she was on my butt twice at the door, and again when I thought she was gone and doing my final towel folding. The latter was a perp cluster fuck moment as another woman (chinless) was hanging behind me too.
Another "visit" by the Lockheed Electra, "finding me" at my residence in Penticton this time.
07-27-2014
I was feeling stoned, as in floaty, which means a temporal lobe de-energization is going on. The temporal lobes, are said to be the seat of psychic energies. And of note, I did not ingest any kind of aftermarket (ahem) strange substances to cause floatiness sensations, as this would give the perps an excuse to do all manner of strange things to me. They never miss a beat if some event can be leveraged to be a putative excuse for other remotely applied neural and behavioral intrusions.
That infernal Lockheed Electra came back to "find me" while on my hike, a 30 minute drive S of where it usually turns above the vineyard I work at.
I am late getting this posted due to some other matters, sorry for the brevity this week.
Sunday, June 08, 2014
The Provenance of Water
06-03-2014
Where water comes from, and its energetic interaction with yours truly, a high abuse state TI, is of constant and abiding perp interest. And today, they added some more variations on the vineyard and roads and IN my vehicle.
For starters, they pulled a water spill in my vehicle last night after yoga, almost a liter somehow spilled out of a just-purchased 4L jug of water I was taking back to my place. This was a sealed cap and somehow the water leaked out onto the front passenger foot well. The second container didn't spill somehow, and I cleaned it up with paper towels (also a perp fetish substance). I left the windows open for the night, the car being parked outside.
And today at the vineyard, a sudden need to get the irrigation going and lo, if the sprinkler heads didn't throw more water into my vehicle's open window, as it was parked on the adjacent driveway. Needless to say, I was fucking pissed about this, two in-vehicle water attacks in 24 hours.
And per "usual", walking the irrigated area to poke the debris out of a few sprinkler heads, and then to the red grape section to do the same on the low-flow sprinklers in the row. And some split hose lines to repair, in two places. The area will be irrigated for 24 hours, and as it was partial coverage, more to follow tomorrow. All to soak my ass first thing in the morning without benefit of rain gear or gumboots. And do they ever love to soak my hiking boots to change their color to a darker green and then have them slowly dry out and of course, monitor the color change effects, whatever they may be.
There are two agricultural water sources for this vineyard; a creek that has a shared weir that is some 200m upstream, and Skaha Lake, some 130' elevation lower, so it must be pumped up. There are two storage tanks on the property, and a well that is only good for grey water use.
But it seems that the creek water source might not be available this year, as the connecting 5" pipe is split in many places, having helped bring out the 30' sections over a month ago. And of course the perps have an abiding interest into which crops recieve which water from their sources, rainfall included.
A "dry storm" day again; thunder and lightning building up and passing through but no rain for the most part, just some sprinkling added to getting sprinkled from fixing the irrigation sprinkers. As it "happened' this city some 10 km away did get rained upon, something that was evident from the puddles on the ground. Obviously, driving on wet pavement from rainfall is a big deal, and I have long given up counting the street sweeping (and wetting) games that are in advance of me driving on them. Before this latest car ownership since 04-2012, it was public transportation bus trips over certain cleaned and wetted intersections and roads.
A 3 hour nap attack tonight, putting a serious hole in this Tuesday evening. Per "usual", no sleep deficit to account for this. This preceded me getting cooked chicken from the supermarket, which was my only purchase. And we know who goes berserk over cooked meats as well as carving them up. It was 30 min, of sleeping in a chair, and then 2.5 hours in lie-down mode.
My daughter deigned to call me last night, a near first since 2002, when all this shit came down, it was made plain to me that she wouldn't call. Thanks a bunch assholes
06-04-2014
At the vineyard, I was soaked again, doing irrigation fixes; they like to arrange this with having removed my pants and in shorts, and to soak my boots and then darken them this time with bare (tanned) legs, and then examine the effects of them drying and becoming their lighter normal olive green.
No thunderstorms today, though they did arrange high cloud to tone down the sun intensity for the afternoon
I learned that last year's vineyard helper who came up from Texas to help the owners who were confined to medical issues in Vancouver BC, was in a motorcycle accident; both ankles broken and plenty of orthopedic surgery ahead for him [Motorcycle noise as I typed this up] Plenty more parked motorcycles as props today. The part I don't get is surely that this person was aiding the perps, and everything was scripted to the microsecond, and was likely compensated by now, a year later. (We got on just great). And yet, the perps go screw him by arranging for a motorcycle accident a year to the week ago, and cripple him big time. So did he sign up for this, or is there another perp layer above the gumshoes and handlers and the compensation keepers, that lays on the heavy life-altering (for weeks at least) accidents?
Not forgetting that the vineyard owners for whom I work, and who cooperate with the perps full time, got hit last year, when the fellow got hit with an unknown condition that sent him to hospital for six weeks at this critical time of vineyard work. (Not that he does much of it anyhow, but his Vancouver located medical conditions meant that his OR nurse trained wife went down to aid him). So did the owner sign up for this one, or not? I suspect the latter, as he was intensely pissy when he got back, and seemed to be resigned to these medical "irregularities" erupting.
The usual post town vehicular gangstalking silliness; made a stop at the drycleaners as I found mold on my ski jacket that had been hanging on the same hook for over a year, as I did not wear it this past winter. The third mold attack on my belongings in the last month. I suspect I will have to move out of here.
While doing the routine vineyard work, I was planted with ideations of immaginary conversations with roomies I have not yet met, the ones that lay it all up front; shared dutties, no drama expectations etc.And another lead came to a dead stop; a person advertised a roommate situation in a 1600 sq ft. condo, with a private bathroom etc. and I replied with relevant details, and he emails back within a few hours from his Iphone with his phone number. I call him, and left a message on his answering service, referencing the email and gave him my number. This person never phoned me back, and I emailed the same message the next day, and still no response. This situation isn't ideal, (a roomie of any kind), but I could of saved $400/month in rent and yet the perps screw me out of it. This is fucking tiresome to say the least, never mind expensive beyond my income level they keep me at, as a vineyard laborer for crissakes.
Some stinging eye attacks tonight of No Ostensible Cause (NOC). Then later I was so de-energized so I couldn't get up from my chair, in near sleep but not able to move. Another never-before condition I never had until this insane abuse stream came down on me in 04-2002.
06-05-2014
At the vineyard, more water system repairs and operations; soaked to the ass in the morning for the third day in a row. The owner brings out bottled water in a red plastic cup and plants it on the repairman's deep grey Toyota truck for a few hours. It too got soaked, "happening" to be in the sprinkler range. When seeing the sprinkler water coming toward his open truck window I ran to his truck and got his keys to close the window while the owner stopped the sprinkler head from turning. Sounds so routine, but the perps totally scrambled me, and had me mess with this dumb-assed cup at first when there was a more important thing to do, close the window. Yesterday, it was my Toyota that got soaked, and as I did not leave the keys in it, unlike the repairman today, it was an object of later remarks.
Seven low-level (300' above ground) flyovers with an P-3 Orion sub tracking aircraft today, and the aircraft making no landing at the airport (4 miles away) at all. Each time it made an arc over top of where I was, some 300' above where I was, fairly low to see details of the underside. This from the above Wikipedia link:
Just to think, they sent this military aircraft from the coastline of Canada (presumably) 400 miles inland, to come and make seven passes overhead at low elevation just to sweep me and the area with the MAD (magnetic anomaly detection) device in its rearmost "stinger" tail. And have I not long complained of being kept in a high density magnetic field, some 1700 Gauss when last measured in 2009 or so? Lets make it blatant this time; no need whatsoever to have this specialized sub tracking aircraft over land areas, and yet it arrived to make seven low level passes just for this TI victim. As always, the perps should just go fuck yourselves.
And more per-worsity, as in blatant abuse support. I see the landlord had this nanny suite painted on the outside today, and lo, if the freaky painter didn't have his tray and roller and paint sitting in front of the door, forcing me to step over it before I could get inside. Brilliant timing, as always. Which might partly explain why I am running into the "painter" acts of late. Dudes in paint splotched clothing as if they just stepped off a painting job, just "happening" to be crossing the street, another one in the laundromat the next day etc.
06-06-2014
I got totally screwed, as in a lost, (as in teleported) wallet theft today; I was screaming infuriated at this stunt as it was so fucking blatant; I stopped at a store with wallet in hand as I had no pockets, and didn't get far into the store (5') when a staff member met me and I asked about a scratch ticket I was told to bring back from two days earlier. She said no, one goes online. Fine, I turned around and departed and then drove home with extra heavy gangstalking action, including the fire department and four police vehicles blocking the street I usually take, so I had to take a detour around this green area, driving on the wrong side of the road. I looked my vehicle over most carefully, but no fucking wallet.
I went back to the store and asked there, retraced my steps, looked under vehicles that were parked over top of where I had been when it happened, and the vehicular gangstalking legions seemed to have been doubled. No fucking wallet; it didn't go anywhere but in my hand, and yet it somehow went missing. I checked all floor surfaces, including the passenger side and seat-door space, to no avail. I was so infuriated I was ready to trash this place and my vehicle (while parked) to either find it or register my total rage over this Fuckover stunt, as it happened quite often, every two years or so before they went berserk/overt in 04-2002. Since then I have had one wallet theft (2004) and one wallet trashing in the laundry in 12 years of insane fucking abuse. (Read on).
Just to think; the sole reason for this abusive insanity of being a nonconsensual human experiment subject is that the perps don't want to declare themselves to their victims. And what is the reason for that? No one knows for sure, but I suspect it has something to do with the quantum energies associated with the measurement problem, and to have a fully unsuspecting subject, though I don't know where it goes from there, and it is likely that the street walker perps don't know either. And yes, I know the link is full of quantum-babble, but the nub of it is that an observer is part of a quantum energy activity (e.g. transference, transition event etc.) and the perps need to somehow eliminate the observer by taking them over in all their quantum energetic properties. A tall order to be sure, but they have only been abusing the shit out of me, figuratively and literally for 12 years and haven't let up yet.
06-07-2014
And was I allowed to talk directly with my daughter on her birthday today? No-sir, not allowed, per dictate of the Psychopathic Confederacy, the Relentless Abuse Division. Sure, I was allowed to "remember" (read, remotely applied recall deletion) unlike past years, but the phone tag went at least three rounds each.
And when I "happened" to check my vehicle again before setting off to do my weekly laundry at the laundromat, why, the freaking wallet was tucked between the passenger side and the door. Like WTF; I checked there at least twice and there was no fucking wallet there. So, it was either a teleport job, or else they blanked me out so I could not even know it was there while physically looking straight at it. They have been able to do object-based non-recognition games since about 2005, when one can see something and not know what it is, and then a few years later, not even see it (recognize it) while looking at the very object one is searching for at invoked consternation.
So, some new financial cards will arrive, (read new magnetic stripes), and single card for driver's licence and medical care instead of the two separate ones they formerly issued. Some cards (about four) will be retained, moved from the old wallet to the new one (read on), and of course the cash will be retained. Plus, a "spare" wallet that was (oddly) purchased extra in 2004 with the last wallet loss is now the wallet I will use. Call it a "blended wallet contents" test; new bill fold, new financial cards, some money from the old one along with some retained loyalty cards. Just to think, this is likely the culmination of a 10 year long plan to jerk me out of my wallet while having a spare one (in fallow) all this time. And why would I have brought such a useless thing when moving to Penticton in 2012?
06-08-2014 Sunday
I got a hike in today, though again, a herd at the top of McIntyre Bluff, and most strangely some five parties on the way up while I was returning, spaced about two minutes apart. They have laid off the heavy hiking gangstalk parties this year, apart from the herds at the destination, but have now returned to form with the multiple passing parties stalking.
Warm today, sunny was forecast, but lo, if a high cloud cover didn't move in and prevent any real tanning today. I was set to loaf for an hour of tanning time and they pulled this one for whatever reason. Though they did pull some sunlight on-off games later while reading The Scientist, an autobiography of John C. Lily MD. After that, came the nap attack.
I am still buzzed out from a 2.5 hour nap attack that began at 1600h, and here it is 1940h. Some sleep deficit, though they can fix that if they need to without sending me into near fugue state after the nap. Back in the high harassment days of 2002, they would have me drive the I-5 and I-90 all night and show up to work at 0800h at my IT office job and there would be absolutely no problem of tiredness. Once I would get back to my apartment at the end of the working day, say 1700h, the head pain beams would start up and I would only find relief by driving in my vehicle for another night time adventure, maybe picking up a few hours at a rest area, and perform another day of office work without tiredness.
I have never been a nap person until all this came down, but for the rare event, I would never suffer these incredible sufferings of being awake and not have the energy/ability to get up for a half hour or more, which is nearly standard for these nap attacks, perp induced of course.
And it is a good way to put a hole in one's day, forcing them off their intended accomplishment task list, also another perp interest item.
Anyhow, a tumultuous week has passed, all to ponder the games for this week.
A new "follower" I see this week; welcome to Malice In Blunderland, a near 60 year old MKULTRA case gets unconventionally abused nonstop for 12 years and counting and his family was in on it from the get-go. (Hence calling them the First Feral Family). And the abuses of three recall deleted years when aged 2 to 5, are a seeming problem for the rest of the human nonconsensual experimentation objective, so they inundate me with orchestrated abreactive freaks and follies to undo their psychic wreckage I was unaware of. It gets worse, but that is enough for anyone to be introduced to.
Where water comes from, and its energetic interaction with yours truly, a high abuse state TI, is of constant and abiding perp interest. And today, they added some more variations on the vineyard and roads and IN my vehicle.
For starters, they pulled a water spill in my vehicle last night after yoga, almost a liter somehow spilled out of a just-purchased 4L jug of water I was taking back to my place. This was a sealed cap and somehow the water leaked out onto the front passenger foot well. The second container didn't spill somehow, and I cleaned it up with paper towels (also a perp fetish substance). I left the windows open for the night, the car being parked outside.
And today at the vineyard, a sudden need to get the irrigation going and lo, if the sprinkler heads didn't throw more water into my vehicle's open window, as it was parked on the adjacent driveway. Needless to say, I was fucking pissed about this, two in-vehicle water attacks in 24 hours.
And per "usual", walking the irrigated area to poke the debris out of a few sprinkler heads, and then to the red grape section to do the same on the low-flow sprinklers in the row. And some split hose lines to repair, in two places. The area will be irrigated for 24 hours, and as it was partial coverage, more to follow tomorrow. All to soak my ass first thing in the morning without benefit of rain gear or gumboots. And do they ever love to soak my hiking boots to change their color to a darker green and then have them slowly dry out and of course, monitor the color change effects, whatever they may be.
There are two agricultural water sources for this vineyard; a creek that has a shared weir that is some 200m upstream, and Skaha Lake, some 130' elevation lower, so it must be pumped up. There are two storage tanks on the property, and a well that is only good for grey water use.
But it seems that the creek water source might not be available this year, as the connecting 5" pipe is split in many places, having helped bring out the 30' sections over a month ago. And of course the perps have an abiding interest into which crops recieve which water from their sources, rainfall included.
A "dry storm" day again; thunder and lightning building up and passing through but no rain for the most part, just some sprinkling added to getting sprinkled from fixing the irrigation sprinkers. As it "happened' this city some 10 km away did get rained upon, something that was evident from the puddles on the ground. Obviously, driving on wet pavement from rainfall is a big deal, and I have long given up counting the street sweeping (and wetting) games that are in advance of me driving on them. Before this latest car ownership since 04-2012, it was public transportation bus trips over certain cleaned and wetted intersections and roads.
A 3 hour nap attack tonight, putting a serious hole in this Tuesday evening. Per "usual", no sleep deficit to account for this. This preceded me getting cooked chicken from the supermarket, which was my only purchase. And we know who goes berserk over cooked meats as well as carving them up. It was 30 min, of sleeping in a chair, and then 2.5 hours in lie-down mode.
My daughter deigned to call me last night, a near first since 2002, when all this shit came down, it was made plain to me that she wouldn't call. Thanks a bunch assholes
06-04-2014
At the vineyard, I was soaked again, doing irrigation fixes; they like to arrange this with having removed my pants and in shorts, and to soak my boots and then darken them this time with bare (tanned) legs, and then examine the effects of them drying and becoming their lighter normal olive green.
No thunderstorms today, though they did arrange high cloud to tone down the sun intensity for the afternoon
I learned that last year's vineyard helper who came up from Texas to help the owners who were confined to medical issues in Vancouver BC, was in a motorcycle accident; both ankles broken and plenty of orthopedic surgery ahead for him [Motorcycle noise as I typed this up] Plenty more parked motorcycles as props today. The part I don't get is surely that this person was aiding the perps, and everything was scripted to the microsecond, and was likely compensated by now, a year later. (We got on just great). And yet, the perps go screw him by arranging for a motorcycle accident a year to the week ago, and cripple him big time. So did he sign up for this, or is there another perp layer above the gumshoes and handlers and the compensation keepers, that lays on the heavy life-altering (for weeks at least) accidents?
Not forgetting that the vineyard owners for whom I work, and who cooperate with the perps full time, got hit last year, when the fellow got hit with an unknown condition that sent him to hospital for six weeks at this critical time of vineyard work. (Not that he does much of it anyhow, but his Vancouver located medical conditions meant that his OR nurse trained wife went down to aid him). So did the owner sign up for this one, or not? I suspect the latter, as he was intensely pissy when he got back, and seemed to be resigned to these medical "irregularities" erupting.
The usual post town vehicular gangstalking silliness; made a stop at the drycleaners as I found mold on my ski jacket that had been hanging on the same hook for over a year, as I did not wear it this past winter. The third mold attack on my belongings in the last month. I suspect I will have to move out of here.
While doing the routine vineyard work, I was planted with ideations of immaginary conversations with roomies I have not yet met, the ones that lay it all up front; shared dutties, no drama expectations etc.And another lead came to a dead stop; a person advertised a roommate situation in a 1600 sq ft. condo, with a private bathroom etc. and I replied with relevant details, and he emails back within a few hours from his Iphone with his phone number. I call him, and left a message on his answering service, referencing the email and gave him my number. This person never phoned me back, and I emailed the same message the next day, and still no response. This situation isn't ideal, (a roomie of any kind), but I could of saved $400/month in rent and yet the perps screw me out of it. This is fucking tiresome to say the least, never mind expensive beyond my income level they keep me at, as a vineyard laborer for crissakes.
Some stinging eye attacks tonight of No Ostensible Cause (NOC). Then later I was so de-energized so I couldn't get up from my chair, in near sleep but not able to move. Another never-before condition I never had until this insane abuse stream came down on me in 04-2002.
06-05-2014
At the vineyard, more water system repairs and operations; soaked to the ass in the morning for the third day in a row. The owner brings out bottled water in a red plastic cup and plants it on the repairman's deep grey Toyota truck for a few hours. It too got soaked, "happening" to be in the sprinkler range. When seeing the sprinkler water coming toward his open truck window I ran to his truck and got his keys to close the window while the owner stopped the sprinkler head from turning. Sounds so routine, but the perps totally scrambled me, and had me mess with this dumb-assed cup at first when there was a more important thing to do, close the window. Yesterday, it was my Toyota that got soaked, and as I did not leave the keys in it, unlike the repairman today, it was an object of later remarks.
Seven low-level (300' above ground) flyovers with an P-3 Orion sub tracking aircraft today, and the aircraft making no landing at the airport (4 miles away) at all. Each time it made an arc over top of where I was, some 300' above where I was, fairly low to see details of the underside. This from the above Wikipedia link:
The P-3 is equipped with a magnetic anomaly detector (MAD) in the extended tail. This instrument is able to detect the magnetic anomaly of a submarine in the Earth's magnetic field. The limited range of this instrument requires the aircraft to be near the submarine at low altitude. Because of this, it is primarily used for pinpointing the location of a submarine immediately prior to a torpedo or depth bomb attack. Due to the sensitivity of the detector, electromagnetic noise can interfere with it, so the detector is placed in P-3's fiberglass tail stinger (MAD boom), far from other electronics and ferrous metals on the aircraft.[14]
Just to think, they sent this military aircraft from the coastline of Canada (presumably) 400 miles inland, to come and make seven passes overhead at low elevation just to sweep me and the area with the MAD (magnetic anomaly detection) device in its rearmost "stinger" tail. And have I not long complained of being kept in a high density magnetic field, some 1700 Gauss when last measured in 2009 or so? Lets make it blatant this time; no need whatsoever to have this specialized sub tracking aircraft over land areas, and yet it arrived to make seven low level passes just for this TI victim. As always, the perps should just go fuck yourselves.
And more per-worsity, as in blatant abuse support. I see the landlord had this nanny suite painted on the outside today, and lo, if the freaky painter didn't have his tray and roller and paint sitting in front of the door, forcing me to step over it before I could get inside. Brilliant timing, as always. Which might partly explain why I am running into the "painter" acts of late. Dudes in paint splotched clothing as if they just stepped off a painting job, just "happening" to be crossing the street, another one in the laundromat the next day etc.
06-06-2014
I got totally screwed, as in a lost, (as in teleported) wallet theft today; I was screaming infuriated at this stunt as it was so fucking blatant; I stopped at a store with wallet in hand as I had no pockets, and didn't get far into the store (5') when a staff member met me and I asked about a scratch ticket I was told to bring back from two days earlier. She said no, one goes online. Fine, I turned around and departed and then drove home with extra heavy gangstalking action, including the fire department and four police vehicles blocking the street I usually take, so I had to take a detour around this green area, driving on the wrong side of the road. I looked my vehicle over most carefully, but no fucking wallet.
I went back to the store and asked there, retraced my steps, looked under vehicles that were parked over top of where I had been when it happened, and the vehicular gangstalking legions seemed to have been doubled. No fucking wallet; it didn't go anywhere but in my hand, and yet it somehow went missing. I checked all floor surfaces, including the passenger side and seat-door space, to no avail. I was so infuriated I was ready to trash this place and my vehicle (while parked) to either find it or register my total rage over this Fuckover stunt, as it happened quite often, every two years or so before they went berserk/overt in 04-2002. Since then I have had one wallet theft (2004) and one wallet trashing in the laundry in 12 years of insane fucking abuse. (Read on).
Just to think; the sole reason for this abusive insanity of being a nonconsensual human experiment subject is that the perps don't want to declare themselves to their victims. And what is the reason for that? No one knows for sure, but I suspect it has something to do with the quantum energies associated with the measurement problem, and to have a fully unsuspecting subject, though I don't know where it goes from there, and it is likely that the street walker perps don't know either. And yes, I know the link is full of quantum-babble, but the nub of it is that an observer is part of a quantum energy activity (e.g. transference, transition event etc.) and the perps need to somehow eliminate the observer by taking them over in all their quantum energetic properties. A tall order to be sure, but they have only been abusing the shit out of me, figuratively and literally for 12 years and haven't let up yet.
06-07-2014
And was I allowed to talk directly with my daughter on her birthday today? No-sir, not allowed, per dictate of the Psychopathic Confederacy, the Relentless Abuse Division. Sure, I was allowed to "remember" (read, remotely applied recall deletion) unlike past years, but the phone tag went at least three rounds each.
And when I "happened" to check my vehicle again before setting off to do my weekly laundry at the laundromat, why, the freaking wallet was tucked between the passenger side and the door. Like WTF; I checked there at least twice and there was no fucking wallet there. So, it was either a teleport job, or else they blanked me out so I could not even know it was there while physically looking straight at it. They have been able to do object-based non-recognition games since about 2005, when one can see something and not know what it is, and then a few years later, not even see it (recognize it) while looking at the very object one is searching for at invoked consternation.
So, some new financial cards will arrive, (read new magnetic stripes), and single card for driver's licence and medical care instead of the two separate ones they formerly issued. Some cards (about four) will be retained, moved from the old wallet to the new one (read on), and of course the cash will be retained. Plus, a "spare" wallet that was (oddly) purchased extra in 2004 with the last wallet loss is now the wallet I will use. Call it a "blended wallet contents" test; new bill fold, new financial cards, some money from the old one along with some retained loyalty cards. Just to think, this is likely the culmination of a 10 year long plan to jerk me out of my wallet while having a spare one (in fallow) all this time. And why would I have brought such a useless thing when moving to Penticton in 2012?
06-08-2014 Sunday
I got a hike in today, though again, a herd at the top of McIntyre Bluff, and most strangely some five parties on the way up while I was returning, spaced about two minutes apart. They have laid off the heavy hiking gangstalk parties this year, apart from the herds at the destination, but have now returned to form with the multiple passing parties stalking.
Warm today, sunny was forecast, but lo, if a high cloud cover didn't move in and prevent any real tanning today. I was set to loaf for an hour of tanning time and they pulled this one for whatever reason. Though they did pull some sunlight on-off games later while reading The Scientist, an autobiography of John C. Lily MD. After that, came the nap attack.
I am still buzzed out from a 2.5 hour nap attack that began at 1600h, and here it is 1940h. Some sleep deficit, though they can fix that if they need to without sending me into near fugue state after the nap. Back in the high harassment days of 2002, they would have me drive the I-5 and I-90 all night and show up to work at 0800h at my IT office job and there would be absolutely no problem of tiredness. Once I would get back to my apartment at the end of the working day, say 1700h, the head pain beams would start up and I would only find relief by driving in my vehicle for another night time adventure, maybe picking up a few hours at a rest area, and perform another day of office work without tiredness.
I have never been a nap person until all this came down, but for the rare event, I would never suffer these incredible sufferings of being awake and not have the energy/ability to get up for a half hour or more, which is nearly standard for these nap attacks, perp induced of course.
And it is a good way to put a hole in one's day, forcing them off their intended accomplishment task list, also another perp interest item.
Anyhow, a tumultuous week has passed, all to ponder the games for this week.
A new "follower" I see this week; welcome to Malice In Blunderland, a near 60 year old MKULTRA case gets unconventionally abused nonstop for 12 years and counting and his family was in on it from the get-go. (Hence calling them the First Feral Family). And the abuses of three recall deleted years when aged 2 to 5, are a seeming problem for the rest of the human nonconsensual experimentation objective, so they inundate me with orchestrated abreactive freaks and follies to undo their psychic wreckage I was unaware of. It gets worse, but that is enough for anyone to be introduced to.
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