1005h
A new watch purchase this morning, duly gangstalked prior, during and afterwards. The last one with the broken case got laundered and destroyed. Having with my functioning watch in my pocket was only good for a week of perp interest, then they wanted it nixed for good. As that is the second Casio of the same design that broke in the same location, it was time to get a different one. That begat a analog/digital combo, and lo, if they aren't separately adjusted so they can be out of sync for a minute or two, just the perfect perp setup for more FUD, lots more, given the frequency they have me look at my watch. I am still not allowed a metal watch band, as those two watches got sabotaged in 2002 and 2003, and somehow I just keep forgetting to get them repaired, even when I needed a new watch.
Prior to that, I got four rolls of coins for the laundry and bus fare demands that continue, and duly reprised gangstalked on the next block after exiting the bank by my next-neighbor Coffee Corps dude who made sure to waddle across my intended path doing the look-sideways-for-no-particular-reason move at the same time, coffee still in hand. A skeezy white ball cap also got a reprise when at the watch shop, as a thuggy dude in white came to visit while I was there, replete with white ballcap too, albeit cleaner looking.
And turning the corner for the last 100' of a city block before the watch shop got me three dudes in same blue color jackets; the streetside standee, the stairway exit and turn-in-front-with-coffee-in-hand dude, and another wearing the same color when seen through the adjacent window. And two dudes at the corner before making the turn, the usual mouth-open countenance. Once out of the store, the babe with two very small dogs on long leashes to get near my feet seemed to be important, as was the onset of rain as I exited, none beforehand. As mentioned many times, the act of purchase is a big deal for the perp assholes, in addition to any financial transaction of any kind, from vending machine, bus fare to debit cards and mailed checks. They crank up the background chatter, background noise, increase the failed debit card readings, have a two party cashier setup, female to start the transaction, male to end it, and so it goes, constant contained extreme attention to every possible financial transaction of any purp[ose and type one can imagine. They even had my US tax consultant fail to inform me to make quarterly payments all to get me pay a fine at income tax return time. Incurring parking meter fines has been another habit of theirs until they forced me to sell my vehicle in 2006.
And the perps have been consistent in flooding me with blue dressed gangstalkers while purchasing, and the more infrequent the location/purchase, the more likely a "blue force" will arrive then. They don't do this for groceries given how often I make a visitation to the local supermarket, but the LD store is a 2x/week proposition, and the staff wear blue. All the blue they would need, but this is also a game of replication by location; having the blue and other parameters in play at LD needs to be replicated elsewhere.
On the wallet and contained bills color management, I profered a red $50 and a green $20, and got two blue $5 back instead of a purple $10, though one could surmise that this would be expectable unless they also knew how intensively the perps manage my wallet contents and the the color of the money. That I get inordinantly hounded by armoured vehicles, presumably containing large amounts of cash of the same colors isn't anything new, though I don't believe that I have mentioned it before.
Other prepatory abuses/stunts/levents this morning were to have me run out of chocolate this morning, so no typical breakfast chocolate, their usual brown color reference they like to have inside me 3x/day. Then a persistent sensation on my L shin, first proposed as teleported coffee on my leg hairs, then a water droplet after towel drying after showering, then again by dint of water drop fluke from shaving, and even afterward. And of course to force me to towel that location in mid shave, even with nothing visible, and no insect or skin lesion or damage either. The assholes kept this up until I set off for the bank. This marks an escalation in planted sensation fuckery, as they have nearly always been transient, as if my finger tips, nipples and feet somehow brush by or otherwise "find" something nearbyto jab them, hundreds of times per day. But to have a persistent nothing, and to address it by expressly towelling the spot with nothing there, or lie one leg on the other, and yet the sensation continuing, means that the assholes have now crossed the line into drive-me-nuts abuse-world.
A total slouch out last night, having me finish reading Jackie Oh!, and then rereading a recent book, Nemesis (about RFK, Jackie and Onassis) to "refresh" my recall. The perps seem to have wiped out any knowledge of reading the latter book, even with its explosive revelation that Onassis funded RFK's asassination. Hard to be sure about that, though he did roundly benefit as he stood between Jackie and Onassis getting married, with the tragedy that he later realized that the marriage was a total mistake, given her less than supportive role, not to mention the adversity of his two children and family. Anyhow, the perps seem to have me on a JFK, RFK and Onassis kick these days, reading all about them from many sources. They started this in 2003, reading a book on a new theory of RFK's murder, then had me drop it until recent months, now 7 years later.
1305h
A rousing and rage-fied succession of imposed adversities for the past hour, in combination with other seeming critical perp events. First, a forced shit that begat five plungings, leaking water from the top of the valve stem by dripping down the tank lid and onto the floor, a toilet roll swap, a shower to clean up and starting a new bar as the soap ran out this morning. Then they added a lump of shit into my underwear, discovered post shower, and that begat changing clothes.
Then making a quesadilla from scratch, no mean feat even if that is all I have made for the past seven years. Unconventionally kinetic chicken meat rolled off the cutting board more than once, faked touches including a return of the persistent sensations in my L shin, then faked noise "from" the spoon in the coconut oil jar as if it were hitting the jar when it clearly wasn't, then the first tortilla was cooked in the last of the old jar, and then a swapover to the new jar of coconut oil to cook the second tortilla (same brand and kind), then extra dynamic tapenade as the quesadilla base causing it to squeeze out excessively, then the four quarters rejoining after I cut them all to confound removing one slice and invoking more rage-ified vocalizations, then a few others while doing the dishes to keep me riled up the whole time. Background activity was three separate rounds of siren cascades, ongoing rain, and street hollaring noise.
I am off to the First Feral Family home this afternoon to score some more gardening work if that is possible for the rain, though it may happen tomorrow as it seems to be lightening up if the forecast is anything to go by. (Most weather forecasts are flat wrong of late, that is, when they allow it to be displayed on the web page instead of the conspicuous blank spots where missing).
1355h
An almost "walk in" last night at about 2000h. A knock on the door, I asked who it was, and a woman replied in an unintelligble way. I open the door (not using the peephole), and a 5'8" young blonde woman staring straight ahead starts walking into the partially open door. I said, "I don't know you, goodbye", and I close the door. She didn't look stoned or drunk, just evasive. This is the second time the assholes have pulled this stunt, and I am sure it isn't the last, as fat girls have yet to make their showing, as the prior act was an Asian girl who stopped just inside the unlocked door, and stood there looking around, also pretending to be stunned out/cognitively impaired.This bullshit strikes me as desparate, attempting to get a live person in close to me in my own apartment by way of these ridiculous set ups.
Blogging off for now, and onto communal gangstalking events tonight, landscaping work tomorrow.
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Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Monday, November 19, 2007
The Pounding From Outside
1215h
A home renovation type noise has begun in this region of the city where most of the buildings are concrete. And the same noise also "erupted" while at my parent's place this morning, though there is no evidence of anyone nearby undertaking renovations. Its that box hammering noise; as if someone were beating on a box with a hammer to ccreated extra noise decay time and associated vibration of it and the air. Nothing new in the strategy, as it has "happened" in every location I have lived at for the past 5.5 years.
I got two simultaneous cold sores overnight, one at each corner of my mouth, and an additional lession below my lip on the right side which erupted in the past two nights. This is near identical to the "lesion show" I got ahead of driving my parents on the one week outing to the interior areas of British Columbia, blogged in mid September. I wonder if anything big is planned as another "coincidence", or if this is just another incursion to add "color" to my face. I am also have at least three gum lesions inside my mouth, two more "erupting" after I saw the dentist last week. I nearly always get one gum lesion ahead of a dentist visit, a reason for her to be called in to look after the hygenist has scraped my teeth clean. Something must be up for this lesion attack, both inside and outside of my mouth, simultaneously.
I also get small zit attacks on my neck, chest and shoulder areas. I can only assume these are also "color swatches" for the perps to get more color referencing data in close, all related to their remote assays of my bioenergetic being, what I sense that they are up to, including the constant placement of gangstalkers around me.
It was the usual bleak parental gangstalking yesterday evening; they coordinate their leg movements, crossing and uncrossing their legs at the same time, but without looking at each other while watching TV, me between them, about 4' from each. As an additional part of the show, they also coordinated their head scratching at the same time, all to serve the hilarity of the situation. Though, I get plenty of this on the street from ambulatory gangstalkers, even while on open-mouthing duty at the same time. Fucking absurd, and the big game continues as if it isn't happening.
The unbidden jaw and mouth noises are increasing of late, and are often timed to any thoughts that appear to be uncontrolled or not planted by the perps on their mind-fuck and mind-pollute games. I got the full vehicular gangstalking when driving my parent's vehicle, with my mother as a passenger, downtown to my place. First six silver-grey vehicles, then five white vehicles clustered around me, and then after some five minutest they added a light tan metallic brown vehicle between the white vehicles as if it needs this color reference to travel with me. Later, the red colored vehicles were added into the mix, and with an accompanying silver grey vehicle. Freaking tiresome as it was predictable. I reckon at least 500 vehicles were on for this 20 minute city trip, and at least that again in parked vehicles in the two shopping centers that we passed by.
The weather is mild and grey; it has not rained yet, but that could change if I head out to the grocery store, even if a 3 minute walk, if the example of two days ago is invoked.
The overhead rumbling is now coordinated with my vocalizations, this time over typo sabotage.
1400h
The metal bashing noise is continuing, having started up before I made lunch, and has been sporadic since then. It would seem that the perps are attempting more before and after meal energetics correlations. Regular readers will know that being noisestalked gets worst just before a meal. When I was first harassed, and didn't have any idea as to what it was about, but the mealtimes, and the food interaction was one of few predictable events that the perps would harass me over and I could not figure it out as to why there was such a huge effort devoted to what I would eat. The grocery store visitations were also a big gangstalking event. Those were the days of being less mind controlled (2003), and on occasion I could make a snap decision while driving and arrive ahead of the perps at the store. But they must of had a roving passenger van close by, as at least 20 of them entered the grocery store within minutes, with a handler at the door, and they dispersed throughout the store to gangstalk me at my intended acquisition product locations.
Now, there is no contest; my every breath and footstep are planned, as well as any eye contact or verbal exchange with the cashiers. Controlling my gaze is also important for the perps; they like me to take extra looks at someone who is "featured", usually drawn from the unfavored demographic groups they have defined for me, and often in some color clashing outfit, e.g. red and orange, red and fushia. It could well be that the featured gangstalkers are morphovers of those who I know, and there is often something reminiscent about them; same posture, countenance etc. though of a different build and facial structure. There is something the perps expect to gain when I look at one of their planted perps, and if it is the same person with a totally different appearence, then they could detect some kind of other energies that are unrelated to how they look, but are more intrinsic and fundamental to the human experience. Just my take on what is going on, but more than once I have had someone deliberately step where I was about to, and they are staring at me for whatever reason, when I should be doing this, as they provoked the situation in the first place.
1610h
I am getting an annoying yellowish light coming in the main window, and because of it, or as part of this harassment schtick, I am getting perturbed by it. When I had my vehicle and went hiking, the perps would sometimes arrange a brownish colored light which had the same effect; stealthily annoying.
1850h
I got a jab in the back of my leg when looking out the window to see some red Christmas light reflections in an lighted office. These leg jabs are invariably when I am standing in the kitchen and are also timed for when I am handling brown tortillas and olive oil, two of the perps study obsessions, though there are many.
Earlier I went to the grocery store for a 10 minute roundtrip; I got the granny in a carmine red anorak in the elevator again, this time she prededed me out the elevator door and then stood exactly where the blonde woman did two days ago; at the full height glass window, looking out, with me passing in front of her once I exited from the doors. Funny how they repeat their moves, and it could well of been the same gangstalker, as I contend they can morph, or shape shift with relative rapidity.
It was "men's day" at the grocery store again; the shiftless fucks who loiter around in significant number, and keep coming back to "visit" me elsewhere in the store. One Asian dude in green made five reprise gangstalkings, the last one outside in his vehicle, and another was on me at least three differing store or street locations. I got the "gut stalk", some protruding guts slung from males on "just stand there" duty, and as usual, I couldn't wait to get out of there, as there were at least one at every aisle end, never mind the stocking carts in place with the usual pile of brown boxes. The gangstalkers are definitely getting more intense, and cannot leave me for more that 10 seconds when shopping.
Then when approaching my apartment building from outside, some 8' away, I noticed a man standing and facing the elevators, in the normal waiting position. Then, just when I was getting my key from my pocket, he turns around and heads out the front door, providing me "door service", the common perp game where they act graciously and hold the door open for me. Here was someone who changed the entire objective and direction of what they were doing, and "somehow" timed it exactly when I was close to the door and benefit from their "generousity". And, like the dude behind me at the checkout, he had the red coffee cup in hand, a signature perp move to have a portable brown color reference with him, aka, the Coffee Corps. Bizarre, someone who was intending to go up to his apartment who suddenly spins around to head out instead, and timed to perfection as always.
And while I was waiting for the elevator, which now takes longer as one has been shut down for no apparent reason for over five days now, a blue and white varsity jacket dressed chinless blonde male gangstalker arrived with his Japanese mandarin oranges, a Christmas time tradition of sorts in this region. They are easily peelable oranges, and having a boxful of them, at least 10 pounds, would of been a very useful orange color reference. And I do get orange peels on the street sometimes, another never before public habit that has erupted in recent years.
When the elevator did finally arrive, a corded haired woman with nice big doe eyes emerged, and true to typical perp form, walked between me and my blonde male gangstalker, giving out a "hi" for whatever reason, as I have never seen her before. This is another case of having someone attractive with something unattractive, in this case the fugly corded hair, brown colored. It was last week when the perps put on this same fugly hairstyle on a male gangstalker that "happened" to be in front of us. I reckon the perps wanted to compare my mother's reaction and mine at the same time to this disgusting hairstyle. This hairstyle isn't very common thankfully, but it does show how deep and detailed the perps are going to stimulate my neural reactions to observe something I don't care for.
Last night, Super Size Me, the documentary on a fellow who eats at McDonalds for a whole month, all meals was on the Canadian TV channels. I hadn't seen it before, and it was interesting. When the film showed him getting his physical from the doctor, with his shirt off, at the moment his nipple was shown the perps gave me this sustained jab and pain in my ankle for a few minutes. He gained over 20 pounds in this exercise, and there was side profiles of how his gut had grown, and I am sure this was also of great interest for the perps to show me, as they feature male guts hanging out on their gangstalkers nearly every day that I go out, even at the gym.
And my life has become more vibration prone; the overhead sliding glass door rumbling nonsense, that moves around to be overhead, is now accompanied by a rattling noise from inside my apartment. I also noticed my parent's vehicle has at least three additional vibration sources since I drove it last week.
It was the usual First Feral Family gangstalking night, my parents and I, at their place watching Sunday night TV in the living room. They did their coordinated leg crossing and uncrossing as usual, and they weren't looking at each other to time this, so they must of been getting some direction from a unified control. Then, to add the to theatre (of the absurd), they both scratched their heads at the same time, more than once. My father did his usual shoe, sock and feet feeling games for the perps. And he did a wander off, and encircled me from elsewhere in the house. His act has him with Alzheimer's, though regular readers will know that I don't buy it one bit. Funny that my mother doesn't worry what he does on his disappearences, as they can go on for over half an hour.
1940h
Another apartment intrusion; an Asian couple on a cell phone "wandered in" while I had my earmuffs on, and at the same time, the perps froze me so I couldn't react and say something before they backed up. Nobody makes those kinds of mistakes, and not twice in two months. It is time to lock the door as a routine action now, though if they really wanted to repeat this at a later time, they could easily screw me out of my habits.
I have just finished reading Katharina Wilson's Alien Jigsaw, and it covers the mind control research imperative from the abduction perspective. It seems to be both sides of the same coin; sustained mind control research is called harassment, and infrequent short term research at a remote facility is called abduction. That is a gross oversimplification as the reality is that there is much more complexity than that, and there are many more objectives beside mind control. The perps are only months away from 100% mind control capability, going by the rarer noisestalking events related to my thoughts or images.
Katarina Wilson's treatise. Project Open Mind, on the abduction mind control connection is at this link. The bottom line is that none of us victims, from either camp, can take any evidence to the police and have them act on it. It is fucking criminal and depraved, either way one cuts it. Worse yet, it seems that there are competing black operations that attempt to shake down the other's abductees/victims. Her conclusion is that the alien and military arms of the perps (my term) are connected, and that there appears to be competing interests. As far as I know, I have never had any "protection" as did a famed black operations research scientist, Thomas Townsend Brown. I wonder how the competing black operations cannot find me, especially given the huge amount of preparation that goes ahead of wherever I travel. It is very curious, but many of the "tests" the abductees are put through are similar to what I have experienced and have been harassed over. The experience of the CIA hypnotized agents has also been similar, though in many cases they have been involved in missions and combat events. There is more commonality of these three "disadvantaged" victim/abductee groups than not. The real problem is collating all of this adverse experience among those that think they are alone.
2305h
Some overhead pounding with an add-on vibratory noise in my apartment of no ostensible cause. then I yelled at them, and it subsided. I suspect the yelling is a mind-fuck behavior, as I never did this before.
I got to take my once-every-Monday crap; mostly OK without the collosal games of the past, but nothing routine can be taken for granted. I cannot accurately recall how many Monday craps I have had, but it has been consistent for over 6 weeks, maybe even 8. And I will likely be kept awake tonight or contained in a REM sleep only, being the "Monday tradition" for over a year now.
Time to call this day done, and wonder what more collosal impositions are coming my way this week. My mother said something like "good luck" when departing, a mighty curious turn of phrase for her. The planted notion is that I won't like the next harassment spectacle, but then again, I don't like any of it, a moot point to say the least, though they have been mostly correct in this before, the street assault being the last one.
A home renovation type noise has begun in this region of the city where most of the buildings are concrete. And the same noise also "erupted" while at my parent's place this morning, though there is no evidence of anyone nearby undertaking renovations. Its that box hammering noise; as if someone were beating on a box with a hammer to ccreated extra noise decay time and associated vibration of it and the air. Nothing new in the strategy, as it has "happened" in every location I have lived at for the past 5.5 years.
I got two simultaneous cold sores overnight, one at each corner of my mouth, and an additional lession below my lip on the right side which erupted in the past two nights. This is near identical to the "lesion show" I got ahead of driving my parents on the one week outing to the interior areas of British Columbia, blogged in mid September. I wonder if anything big is planned as another "coincidence", or if this is just another incursion to add "color" to my face. I am also have at least three gum lesions inside my mouth, two more "erupting" after I saw the dentist last week. I nearly always get one gum lesion ahead of a dentist visit, a reason for her to be called in to look after the hygenist has scraped my teeth clean. Something must be up for this lesion attack, both inside and outside of my mouth, simultaneously.
I also get small zit attacks on my neck, chest and shoulder areas. I can only assume these are also "color swatches" for the perps to get more color referencing data in close, all related to their remote assays of my bioenergetic being, what I sense that they are up to, including the constant placement of gangstalkers around me.
It was the usual bleak parental gangstalking yesterday evening; they coordinate their leg movements, crossing and uncrossing their legs at the same time, but without looking at each other while watching TV, me between them, about 4' from each. As an additional part of the show, they also coordinated their head scratching at the same time, all to serve the hilarity of the situation. Though, I get plenty of this on the street from ambulatory gangstalkers, even while on open-mouthing duty at the same time. Fucking absurd, and the big game continues as if it isn't happening.
The unbidden jaw and mouth noises are increasing of late, and are often timed to any thoughts that appear to be uncontrolled or not planted by the perps on their mind-fuck and mind-pollute games. I got the full vehicular gangstalking when driving my parent's vehicle, with my mother as a passenger, downtown to my place. First six silver-grey vehicles, then five white vehicles clustered around me, and then after some five minutest they added a light tan metallic brown vehicle between the white vehicles as if it needs this color reference to travel with me. Later, the red colored vehicles were added into the mix, and with an accompanying silver grey vehicle. Freaking tiresome as it was predictable. I reckon at least 500 vehicles were on for this 20 minute city trip, and at least that again in parked vehicles in the two shopping centers that we passed by.
The weather is mild and grey; it has not rained yet, but that could change if I head out to the grocery store, even if a 3 minute walk, if the example of two days ago is invoked.
The overhead rumbling is now coordinated with my vocalizations, this time over typo sabotage.
1400h
The metal bashing noise is continuing, having started up before I made lunch, and has been sporadic since then. It would seem that the perps are attempting more before and after meal energetics correlations. Regular readers will know that being noisestalked gets worst just before a meal. When I was first harassed, and didn't have any idea as to what it was about, but the mealtimes, and the food interaction was one of few predictable events that the perps would harass me over and I could not figure it out as to why there was such a huge effort devoted to what I would eat. The grocery store visitations were also a big gangstalking event. Those were the days of being less mind controlled (2003), and on occasion I could make a snap decision while driving and arrive ahead of the perps at the store. But they must of had a roving passenger van close by, as at least 20 of them entered the grocery store within minutes, with a handler at the door, and they dispersed throughout the store to gangstalk me at my intended acquisition product locations.
Now, there is no contest; my every breath and footstep are planned, as well as any eye contact or verbal exchange with the cashiers. Controlling my gaze is also important for the perps; they like me to take extra looks at someone who is "featured", usually drawn from the unfavored demographic groups they have defined for me, and often in some color clashing outfit, e.g. red and orange, red and fushia. It could well be that the featured gangstalkers are morphovers of those who I know, and there is often something reminiscent about them; same posture, countenance etc. though of a different build and facial structure. There is something the perps expect to gain when I look at one of their planted perps, and if it is the same person with a totally different appearence, then they could detect some kind of other energies that are unrelated to how they look, but are more intrinsic and fundamental to the human experience. Just my take on what is going on, but more than once I have had someone deliberately step where I was about to, and they are staring at me for whatever reason, when I should be doing this, as they provoked the situation in the first place.
1610h
I am getting an annoying yellowish light coming in the main window, and because of it, or as part of this harassment schtick, I am getting perturbed by it. When I had my vehicle and went hiking, the perps would sometimes arrange a brownish colored light which had the same effect; stealthily annoying.
1850h
I got a jab in the back of my leg when looking out the window to see some red Christmas light reflections in an lighted office. These leg jabs are invariably when I am standing in the kitchen and are also timed for when I am handling brown tortillas and olive oil, two of the perps study obsessions, though there are many.
Earlier I went to the grocery store for a 10 minute roundtrip; I got the granny in a carmine red anorak in the elevator again, this time she prededed me out the elevator door and then stood exactly where the blonde woman did two days ago; at the full height glass window, looking out, with me passing in front of her once I exited from the doors. Funny how they repeat their moves, and it could well of been the same gangstalker, as I contend they can morph, or shape shift with relative rapidity.
It was "men's day" at the grocery store again; the shiftless fucks who loiter around in significant number, and keep coming back to "visit" me elsewhere in the store. One Asian dude in green made five reprise gangstalkings, the last one outside in his vehicle, and another was on me at least three differing store or street locations. I got the "gut stalk", some protruding guts slung from males on "just stand there" duty, and as usual, I couldn't wait to get out of there, as there were at least one at every aisle end, never mind the stocking carts in place with the usual pile of brown boxes. The gangstalkers are definitely getting more intense, and cannot leave me for more that 10 seconds when shopping.
Then when approaching my apartment building from outside, some 8' away, I noticed a man standing and facing the elevators, in the normal waiting position. Then, just when I was getting my key from my pocket, he turns around and heads out the front door, providing me "door service", the common perp game where they act graciously and hold the door open for me. Here was someone who changed the entire objective and direction of what they were doing, and "somehow" timed it exactly when I was close to the door and benefit from their "generousity". And, like the dude behind me at the checkout, he had the red coffee cup in hand, a signature perp move to have a portable brown color reference with him, aka, the Coffee Corps. Bizarre, someone who was intending to go up to his apartment who suddenly spins around to head out instead, and timed to perfection as always.
And while I was waiting for the elevator, which now takes longer as one has been shut down for no apparent reason for over five days now, a blue and white varsity jacket dressed chinless blonde male gangstalker arrived with his Japanese mandarin oranges, a Christmas time tradition of sorts in this region. They are easily peelable oranges, and having a boxful of them, at least 10 pounds, would of been a very useful orange color reference. And I do get orange peels on the street sometimes, another never before public habit that has erupted in recent years.
When the elevator did finally arrive, a corded haired woman with nice big doe eyes emerged, and true to typical perp form, walked between me and my blonde male gangstalker, giving out a "hi" for whatever reason, as I have never seen her before. This is another case of having someone attractive with something unattractive, in this case the fugly corded hair, brown colored. It was last week when the perps put on this same fugly hairstyle on a male gangstalker that "happened" to be in front of us. I reckon the perps wanted to compare my mother's reaction and mine at the same time to this disgusting hairstyle. This hairstyle isn't very common thankfully, but it does show how deep and detailed the perps are going to stimulate my neural reactions to observe something I don't care for.
Last night, Super Size Me, the documentary on a fellow who eats at McDonalds for a whole month, all meals was on the Canadian TV channels. I hadn't seen it before, and it was interesting. When the film showed him getting his physical from the doctor, with his shirt off, at the moment his nipple was shown the perps gave me this sustained jab and pain in my ankle for a few minutes. He gained over 20 pounds in this exercise, and there was side profiles of how his gut had grown, and I am sure this was also of great interest for the perps to show me, as they feature male guts hanging out on their gangstalkers nearly every day that I go out, even at the gym.
And my life has become more vibration prone; the overhead sliding glass door rumbling nonsense, that moves around to be overhead, is now accompanied by a rattling noise from inside my apartment. I also noticed my parent's vehicle has at least three additional vibration sources since I drove it last week.
It was the usual First Feral Family gangstalking night, my parents and I, at their place watching Sunday night TV in the living room. They did their coordinated leg crossing and uncrossing as usual, and they weren't looking at each other to time this, so they must of been getting some direction from a unified control. Then, to add the to theatre (of the absurd), they both scratched their heads at the same time, more than once. My father did his usual shoe, sock and feet feeling games for the perps. And he did a wander off, and encircled me from elsewhere in the house. His act has him with Alzheimer's, though regular readers will know that I don't buy it one bit. Funny that my mother doesn't worry what he does on his disappearences, as they can go on for over half an hour.
1940h
Another apartment intrusion; an Asian couple on a cell phone "wandered in" while I had my earmuffs on, and at the same time, the perps froze me so I couldn't react and say something before they backed up. Nobody makes those kinds of mistakes, and not twice in two months. It is time to lock the door as a routine action now, though if they really wanted to repeat this at a later time, they could easily screw me out of my habits.
I have just finished reading Katharina Wilson's Alien Jigsaw, and it covers the mind control research imperative from the abduction perspective. It seems to be both sides of the same coin; sustained mind control research is called harassment, and infrequent short term research at a remote facility is called abduction. That is a gross oversimplification as the reality is that there is much more complexity than that, and there are many more objectives beside mind control. The perps are only months away from 100% mind control capability, going by the rarer noisestalking events related to my thoughts or images.
Katarina Wilson's treatise. Project Open Mind, on the abduction mind control connection is at this link. The bottom line is that none of us victims, from either camp, can take any evidence to the police and have them act on it. It is fucking criminal and depraved, either way one cuts it. Worse yet, it seems that there are competing black operations that attempt to shake down the other's abductees/victims. Her conclusion is that the alien and military arms of the perps (my term) are connected, and that there appears to be competing interests. As far as I know, I have never had any "protection" as did a famed black operations research scientist, Thomas Townsend Brown. I wonder how the competing black operations cannot find me, especially given the huge amount of preparation that goes ahead of wherever I travel. It is very curious, but many of the "tests" the abductees are put through are similar to what I have experienced and have been harassed over. The experience of the CIA hypnotized agents has also been similar, though in many cases they have been involved in missions and combat events. There is more commonality of these three "disadvantaged" victim/abductee groups than not. The real problem is collating all of this adverse experience among those that think they are alone.
2305h
Some overhead pounding with an add-on vibratory noise in my apartment of no ostensible cause. then I yelled at them, and it subsided. I suspect the yelling is a mind-fuck behavior, as I never did this before.
I got to take my once-every-Monday crap; mostly OK without the collosal games of the past, but nothing routine can be taken for granted. I cannot accurately recall how many Monday craps I have had, but it has been consistent for over 6 weeks, maybe even 8. And I will likely be kept awake tonight or contained in a REM sleep only, being the "Monday tradition" for over a year now.
Time to call this day done, and wonder what more collosal impositions are coming my way this week. My mother said something like "good luck" when departing, a mighty curious turn of phrase for her. The planted notion is that I won't like the next harassment spectacle, but then again, I don't like any of it, a moot point to say the least, though they have been mostly correct in this before, the street assault being the last one.
Friday, October 12, 2007
The No Sleep Allowed Imposition
1200h
It has been quite a while since the perps pulled one of these, no sleep at all, harkening back to the days of them chasing me with head pains and inter vehicle laser shoots up and down the Puget Sound I-5 and I-90 corridors and into southern BC as part of their all night games at that time.
Last night wasn't anywhere near as eventful, but I wasn't even "motivated", per perp governance, to get up and get some water to drink for some kind of relief. And don't worry about me missing the 8 to 10 hours of sleep or needing to go to bed early, as "somehow", this physiological need can be overwritten and I won't be the worse for wear.
The big theme in all of last night's thoughts was for the perps to re-run their fantasy scenario in mind, one that has been playing for at least four years, maybe longer, as my alter-ego of accomplishment in the public eye, in a positive sense. And this story gets replayed often, as if it were mine, and should my thoughts make any additions or modifications to the script, why, a huge overhead pounding took place. This was in addition to the generalized pounding that was played continiuously, the sirens, the Asian gibbering voices, the singing, the outside vehicle noises trailing off into the distance, ongoing tapping noise of no ostensible cause (an all day and night noise now), hallway coughing, clicks and clunks in my apartment of no ostensible cause, and of course, the visual display of masers and plasma beams flitting about.
All this to create an early awakening time, and a longer run up of apartment time before venturing out to get the Rx the perps screwed me out of getting yesterday with the absurd lineup at the counter. Today I got the toxic waste look from the pharmacy technician, which even included her getting my name wrong after I told her, an ongoing harassment stunt of many decades. All the while I waited for this shorter line to dissipate, I had at least 20 ambulatory gangstalking operatives and shills arranged around me, parading back and forth, some hiding behind the aisle displays for a time before emerging, and the rest of the usual feints, dodges and routines I have come to loathe. And of course, even if a 10 minute round trip save queue wait time, about 5 minutes today, the perps put on the freaks from their chosen demographic groups; chinless (3 of them, one behind me), lardasses (5), geriatrics (10), brown skinned (3), malingering middle aged males (10), blondes (3, mother, 6 y.o. daughter, and the odious Rx technican woman), geriatrics with walker or wheelchairs (3), redheads (2) and a few more that don't come to mind.
Green has come to be one of the perp's focus colors of late. There was a total mid-green dressed male operative in the elevator who went into lead-ahead gangstalk mode over the next block on my way to gym yesterday, a green dressed female lardass gangstalker lying in wait as I exited the elevator in the lobby today, the chinless young blonde at gym class was in a green top three days ago and a green and white top yesterday, a predominantly green swarm of six gangstalkers grouped together yesterday, a charter bus in white and green trim did a pointless circle the block move while I was walking back from yoga yesterday, at least one insipid green dressed shiftless geriatric male gangstalker today with the comportment of my father with his same despicable encircling gangstalking moves (could of been a morphover), and at least another 20 or so that don't come to mind. Not my problem, so why am I being harassed all over town for it?
And my response for asking that tired question is more overhead rumbling noise, which surely means it was a set up; supply the script and noisestalk the event. Nothing new there. And get this, I sit in a green office chair most of the day, and have used this chair for over seven years. And it wasn't enough that the perps slashed the seat while the chair was in storage while I was incarcerated illegally.
The infernal ordering process of the keyboard continues; no email as to the actual order form as stated, and that I had to ask for, caused by the "software" problem that self-erupted for me only in total contravention to every online order I have ever made, >200x. Maybe the objective of this stunt is to have me cranked up about it, given that it is the only occurence. And perhaps the long and storied history of relentless sabotage is now being refined to smaller parts of the online ordering activity. All part of the constant deconstruction of everything I do, which isn't very much in a given day, per perp imposition. More of the vocabulary I use is "showing up" in the news, sometime days later.
Other recent visual or verbal routines are being replayed of late. That iconic image of Che Guevara is getting some news mention as it is an anniversary, but this image was planted in mind over two years ago when it had no basis as to my interests past or present. Then this blonde woman showed up at the elevator lobby with a red bag slung over her shoulder with a Che Guevara image on it. One cannot find these hoary items nowadays without express effort, especially with his movement being discredited in the past few years.
And the freaking mention of Turkey is getting out of hand; Canadian Thanksgiving and the obvious associations along with some mentions from the gym class coordinator, and of the country, where the Armenian genocide issue is coming to a vote in the US Senate and even Pres. George Bush is sounding on it, as if he were as sudden student of history. The relevance of "Turkey" is in this blog posting, and it is the country, not the bird, but for now, the perps are hammering on both, including pounding the concrete floor overhead as I type this. The perps just redirected me to a blank page as I was about to note this; more noise timed to selecting and linking to the aforementioned hyperlink in this paragraph. Time for lunch and to get off this bizarre circus show.
1445h
Another rage-ified time making, eating lunch and then doing the dishes. The perps are still into olive oil flicking, brown crumb inundation (from chicken meat and tortillas), cheese flicking and of course noisestalking my every vocalized complaint. This has been standard all week, as has the sleep reduction, last night being spent totally sleepless as mentioned above. The relentless tapping noise of no ostensible cause is ongoing, and is now a near 24x7 event, drifting in and out now and again.
1845h
Leftover dinner this time, the two plate version, from fridge to dinner plate with no reheating, and no cutlery. And the method of doing the dishes is emerging of prime importance to the perps. The let-the-water-run for two plate, the usual, or fill-the-sink method. For all meals it was the fill-the-sink method, and then when I was getting mind-fucked into the no-reheat leftover tortillas, the run-the-water method "came" into use. Though last time they had me fill the sink, and have now reverted back to type again. Believe me, I don't find this interesting in the least, and am only reporting on these events as they are done to me, as in a constant tightly scripted mind-fuck show.
And as this is also dusk, a perp primetime for stunts and imposed adversity, and it is also the post-meal digestion period, the overhead clunking, the improbable motorcycle noises continue from all afternoon, the constant tapping, hallway clicking, vehicle beeping and the rest of the noise flurries are continuing with renewed vigor.
And more plasma and maser action next to my face today for the first time; a white or black object comes to reside in my peripherial vision for a few seconds until they let me know it is there, and in doing so, I am now made to be "annoyed" and shake it off. These are often timed to unbidden thoughts or recall, still the nub of the last mind-control research objectives. Then onto who knows what next, but all their themes, the hundred or so main ones will surely be the next game. I have no idea if the perp's color and demographic presentation games will continue after the 100% mind-control goal is attained. One thing I have been consistently made to get wrong is the state of their progress; I get stiffed with overestimating their timelines. Even last year in the early days of the putative boarding house incarceration, having 80 sq. ft. to live in, I figured their objective was only a few months away. Shows me how much I get to figure this out on my own.
I get plasma blasts in front of this LCD panel should I read one of the perp's theme words du jour. The word "husband" immediately got a 5" plasma burst, and as type this up I am getting overhead pounding and outside vehicle horns sounding. More excitement.
1910h
A totally new stunt; someone unlocking and opening the apartment door some few inches before I was mind-fucked into saying something, then they retreated with a "suprised" note to their voice. Fucking stupid, more and more, all these feints in this pretense of an orchestrated normality. Who are they attempting to fool, if not me? The better move might have been to wait it out and have a look at a new operative, but I have no choice in the matter.
Meanwhile, the absurd procession of very loud motorcycles continues; we are at least five miles from a biker bar and not in any kind of area that would have so many as to warrant this amount of noise. Same old, same old.
1920h
The overhead pounding started up as I opened up this tab; an exciting moment to be sure.
Another new development is "somehow" recalling at least twice as many word associations that I have ever made before. Translated, that means scripted and planted. The usual format for these is to create typos that have some associative value to another word, name, place etc., and these now "come up" immediately when they never did before. Which means plain basic mind junk is being placed into my consciousness. Fucking depraved.
Some pictures from yesterday's outings to the gym and back, 30 minutes each way.
Three equi-spaced silver-grey vehicles parked in file on a one-way street. More excitement for the perps given how often they do this.
Further along is the proverbial boom truck, something good for at least a once per week gangstalking. When I was driving my vehicle they would put two or three in a cluster routinely, but now it is back down to one at a time when walking. My theories on these are that it lofts a large steel mass high in the air, always a big perp consideration, and that the color is also important, especially yellow yesterday. The perps had me off my yellow colored medication yesterday owing to a delayed refill, and lo, if they didn't lay on more yellow vehicles, this being one. Also, having men dressed in orange, or other bright colors is also a big deal. A dayglo pink back pack was placed around me twice today as part of the ongoing games of this type.
The favorite stunt the perps do to "cause" (read, mind-control) me to react to, bicycles on sidewalks. Another classic, a bicycle lane for the street, but no, it isn't good enough, on the sidewalk again. And he is part of yesterday's green squad that was all over me. The pole graffitti is now everywhere to aid the perps in localized color calibrations as I walk by. Adding orange colored reflectors for no road design reason must be another perp aid offering more color analysis opportunities.
Back to basic gangstalking colors like red, where this intersection gets "painted" nearly everytime I come through here. And an added tinge of yellow (vehicle) and green too, the bag of the pedestrian crossing the road.
This might not be so unusual in its appearance, but it was a first time event for the six months at 2x per week I pass by; four separate parties having "discussions" in the parking lot of this neighborhood pub. As it so happened, there were other parties further along having equally absurd outbreaks of street and parking lot debate. And there is the ubiquitous silver-grey vehicle cluster, and lo, if one of them isn't a Volvo, mentioned in past blogs as being a vehicular gangstalking staple, having owned a Volvo 245 for 16 years until mid-2006.
Counting the vehicles at the extreme left and right of the photo; four white color vehicles, three red color vehicles (extreme left, one behind the black vehicle, and one over the fence to the right of the green vehicle), one black color, and one blue green color. Eight of 10 parked vehicles are one of two colors.
Four mobile red or red variant vehicles in file, leading with the burgundy vehicle in front of the white van on the left. The perps must of wanted me to get this picture for reasons likely related to the use of the camera, having a sensor in it that the perps can co-opt for their own uses. Normally, they don't let me photograph more obvious arrangements such as this, as they will sabotage or block the photo. More food for thought as to what the perp's real intent is here. The coffee cup on the grass stunt, having had some brown liquid in it, that has some bearing on the games they are up to, even if no brown coffee is evident. There is a latent color energetic component to the perp's games, as they will often walk an operative over a just-vacated parking stall, with attention to the residual color interactions they are working on, especially on and around ashphalt and concrete.
This is the continuing rage in this city, direct import of left-hand drive vehicles from Japan. I have them gangstalking me more and more of late, and there are directional considerations to the perp's current experimentation/harassment. Such a vehicle would of picked up considerable energies in Japan from being driven on the left side of the road, and from the vehicles passing oppositely on it's right side. Currently, the perps wish to attain some kind of energetics relationships between the road surfaces and the vehicles for right-hand drive (North America), and have imported, or teleported (yes), this vehicle in to test and evaluate blue color related energies on my right side as I walked by. With more oncoming ambulatory gangstalkers making very obvious efforts to pass me on my right side, instead of like everyone else for the past 50 years of my life, there are a number of consistent clues as to their investigation into the anisiotropic nature (different properties in different directions) of energy, and likely ones that our world of conventional physics does not recognize in the main.
And lo, if in the adjacent parking lot the perps haven't arranged an interlacing of blue and silver-grey vehicles, some backed in, others not, in a possible attempt to replicate or compare to what the left-hand drive Japanese vehicle has in the way of comparable energies. There were another two blue vehicles opposite these four in the same parking lot.
2240h
Time to put this dull day to rest, and blog off. Maybe some sleep tonight, here's hoping.
It has been quite a while since the perps pulled one of these, no sleep at all, harkening back to the days of them chasing me with head pains and inter vehicle laser shoots up and down the Puget Sound I-5 and I-90 corridors and into southern BC as part of their all night games at that time.
Last night wasn't anywhere near as eventful, but I wasn't even "motivated", per perp governance, to get up and get some water to drink for some kind of relief. And don't worry about me missing the 8 to 10 hours of sleep or needing to go to bed early, as "somehow", this physiological need can be overwritten and I won't be the worse for wear.
The big theme in all of last night's thoughts was for the perps to re-run their fantasy scenario in mind, one that has been playing for at least four years, maybe longer, as my alter-ego of accomplishment in the public eye, in a positive sense. And this story gets replayed often, as if it were mine, and should my thoughts make any additions or modifications to the script, why, a huge overhead pounding took place. This was in addition to the generalized pounding that was played continiuously, the sirens, the Asian gibbering voices, the singing, the outside vehicle noises trailing off into the distance, ongoing tapping noise of no ostensible cause (an all day and night noise now), hallway coughing, clicks and clunks in my apartment of no ostensible cause, and of course, the visual display of masers and plasma beams flitting about.
All this to create an early awakening time, and a longer run up of apartment time before venturing out to get the Rx the perps screwed me out of getting yesterday with the absurd lineup at the counter. Today I got the toxic waste look from the pharmacy technician, which even included her getting my name wrong after I told her, an ongoing harassment stunt of many decades. All the while I waited for this shorter line to dissipate, I had at least 20 ambulatory gangstalking operatives and shills arranged around me, parading back and forth, some hiding behind the aisle displays for a time before emerging, and the rest of the usual feints, dodges and routines I have come to loathe. And of course, even if a 10 minute round trip save queue wait time, about 5 minutes today, the perps put on the freaks from their chosen demographic groups; chinless (3 of them, one behind me), lardasses (5), geriatrics (10), brown skinned (3), malingering middle aged males (10), blondes (3, mother, 6 y.o. daughter, and the odious Rx technican woman), geriatrics with walker or wheelchairs (3), redheads (2) and a few more that don't come to mind.
Green has come to be one of the perp's focus colors of late. There was a total mid-green dressed male operative in the elevator who went into lead-ahead gangstalk mode over the next block on my way to gym yesterday, a green dressed female lardass gangstalker lying in wait as I exited the elevator in the lobby today, the chinless young blonde at gym class was in a green top three days ago and a green and white top yesterday, a predominantly green swarm of six gangstalkers grouped together yesterday, a charter bus in white and green trim did a pointless circle the block move while I was walking back from yoga yesterday, at least one insipid green dressed shiftless geriatric male gangstalker today with the comportment of my father with his same despicable encircling gangstalking moves (could of been a morphover), and at least another 20 or so that don't come to mind. Not my problem, so why am I being harassed all over town for it?
And my response for asking that tired question is more overhead rumbling noise, which surely means it was a set up; supply the script and noisestalk the event. Nothing new there. And get this, I sit in a green office chair most of the day, and have used this chair for over seven years. And it wasn't enough that the perps slashed the seat while the chair was in storage while I was incarcerated illegally.
The infernal ordering process of the keyboard continues; no email as to the actual order form as stated, and that I had to ask for, caused by the "software" problem that self-erupted for me only in total contravention to every online order I have ever made, >200x. Maybe the objective of this stunt is to have me cranked up about it, given that it is the only occurence. And perhaps the long and storied history of relentless sabotage is now being refined to smaller parts of the online ordering activity. All part of the constant deconstruction of everything I do, which isn't very much in a given day, per perp imposition. More of the vocabulary I use is "showing up" in the news, sometime days later.
Other recent visual or verbal routines are being replayed of late. That iconic image of Che Guevara is getting some news mention as it is an anniversary, but this image was planted in mind over two years ago when it had no basis as to my interests past or present. Then this blonde woman showed up at the elevator lobby with a red bag slung over her shoulder with a Che Guevara image on it. One cannot find these hoary items nowadays without express effort, especially with his movement being discredited in the past few years.
And the freaking mention of Turkey is getting out of hand; Canadian Thanksgiving and the obvious associations along with some mentions from the gym class coordinator, and of the country, where the Armenian genocide issue is coming to a vote in the US Senate and even Pres. George Bush is sounding on it, as if he were as sudden student of history. The relevance of "Turkey" is in this blog posting, and it is the country, not the bird, but for now, the perps are hammering on both, including pounding the concrete floor overhead as I type this. The perps just redirected me to a blank page as I was about to note this; more noise timed to selecting and linking to the aforementioned hyperlink in this paragraph. Time for lunch and to get off this bizarre circus show.
1445h
Another rage-ified time making, eating lunch and then doing the dishes. The perps are still into olive oil flicking, brown crumb inundation (from chicken meat and tortillas), cheese flicking and of course noisestalking my every vocalized complaint. This has been standard all week, as has the sleep reduction, last night being spent totally sleepless as mentioned above. The relentless tapping noise of no ostensible cause is ongoing, and is now a near 24x7 event, drifting in and out now and again.
1845h
Leftover dinner this time, the two plate version, from fridge to dinner plate with no reheating, and no cutlery. And the method of doing the dishes is emerging of prime importance to the perps. The let-the-water-run for two plate, the usual, or fill-the-sink method. For all meals it was the fill-the-sink method, and then when I was getting mind-fucked into the no-reheat leftover tortillas, the run-the-water method "came" into use. Though last time they had me fill the sink, and have now reverted back to type again. Believe me, I don't find this interesting in the least, and am only reporting on these events as they are done to me, as in a constant tightly scripted mind-fuck show.
And as this is also dusk, a perp primetime for stunts and imposed adversity, and it is also the post-meal digestion period, the overhead clunking, the improbable motorcycle noises continue from all afternoon, the constant tapping, hallway clicking, vehicle beeping and the rest of the noise flurries are continuing with renewed vigor.
And more plasma and maser action next to my face today for the first time; a white or black object comes to reside in my peripherial vision for a few seconds until they let me know it is there, and in doing so, I am now made to be "annoyed" and shake it off. These are often timed to unbidden thoughts or recall, still the nub of the last mind-control research objectives. Then onto who knows what next, but all their themes, the hundred or so main ones will surely be the next game. I have no idea if the perp's color and demographic presentation games will continue after the 100% mind-control goal is attained. One thing I have been consistently made to get wrong is the state of their progress; I get stiffed with overestimating their timelines. Even last year in the early days of the putative boarding house incarceration, having 80 sq. ft. to live in, I figured their objective was only a few months away. Shows me how much I get to figure this out on my own.
I get plasma blasts in front of this LCD panel should I read one of the perp's theme words du jour. The word "husband" immediately got a 5" plasma burst, and as type this up I am getting overhead pounding and outside vehicle horns sounding. More excitement.
1910h
A totally new stunt; someone unlocking and opening the apartment door some few inches before I was mind-fucked into saying something, then they retreated with a "suprised" note to their voice. Fucking stupid, more and more, all these feints in this pretense of an orchestrated normality. Who are they attempting to fool, if not me? The better move might have been to wait it out and have a look at a new operative, but I have no choice in the matter.
Meanwhile, the absurd procession of very loud motorcycles continues; we are at least five miles from a biker bar and not in any kind of area that would have so many as to warrant this amount of noise. Same old, same old.
1920h
The overhead pounding started up as I opened up this tab; an exciting moment to be sure.
Another new development is "somehow" recalling at least twice as many word associations that I have ever made before. Translated, that means scripted and planted. The usual format for these is to create typos that have some associative value to another word, name, place etc., and these now "come up" immediately when they never did before. Which means plain basic mind junk is being placed into my consciousness. Fucking depraved.
Some pictures from yesterday's outings to the gym and back, 30 minutes each way.
Three equi-spaced silver-grey vehicles parked in file on a one-way street. More excitement for the perps given how often they do this.
Further along is the proverbial boom truck, something good for at least a once per week gangstalking. When I was driving my vehicle they would put two or three in a cluster routinely, but now it is back down to one at a time when walking. My theories on these are that it lofts a large steel mass high in the air, always a big perp consideration, and that the color is also important, especially yellow yesterday. The perps had me off my yellow colored medication yesterday owing to a delayed refill, and lo, if they didn't lay on more yellow vehicles, this being one. Also, having men dressed in orange, or other bright colors is also a big deal. A dayglo pink back pack was placed around me twice today as part of the ongoing games of this type.
The favorite stunt the perps do to "cause" (read, mind-control) me to react to, bicycles on sidewalks. Another classic, a bicycle lane for the street, but no, it isn't good enough, on the sidewalk again. And he is part of yesterday's green squad that was all over me. The pole graffitti is now everywhere to aid the perps in localized color calibrations as I walk by. Adding orange colored reflectors for no road design reason must be another perp aid offering more color analysis opportunities.
Back to basic gangstalking colors like red, where this intersection gets "painted" nearly everytime I come through here. And an added tinge of yellow (vehicle) and green too, the bag of the pedestrian crossing the road.
This might not be so unusual in its appearance, but it was a first time event for the six months at 2x per week I pass by; four separate parties having "discussions" in the parking lot of this neighborhood pub. As it so happened, there were other parties further along having equally absurd outbreaks of street and parking lot debate. And there is the ubiquitous silver-grey vehicle cluster, and lo, if one of them isn't a Volvo, mentioned in past blogs as being a vehicular gangstalking staple, having owned a Volvo 245 for 16 years until mid-2006.
Counting the vehicles at the extreme left and right of the photo; four white color vehicles, three red color vehicles (extreme left, one behind the black vehicle, and one over the fence to the right of the green vehicle), one black color, and one blue green color. Eight of 10 parked vehicles are one of two colors.
Four mobile red or red variant vehicles in file, leading with the burgundy vehicle in front of the white van on the left. The perps must of wanted me to get this picture for reasons likely related to the use of the camera, having a sensor in it that the perps can co-opt for their own uses. Normally, they don't let me photograph more obvious arrangements such as this, as they will sabotage or block the photo. More food for thought as to what the perp's real intent is here. The coffee cup on the grass stunt, having had some brown liquid in it, that has some bearing on the games they are up to, even if no brown coffee is evident. There is a latent color energetic component to the perp's games, as they will often walk an operative over a just-vacated parking stall, with attention to the residual color interactions they are working on, especially on and around ashphalt and concrete.
This is the continuing rage in this city, direct import of left-hand drive vehicles from Japan. I have them gangstalking me more and more of late, and there are directional considerations to the perp's current experimentation/harassment. Such a vehicle would of picked up considerable energies in Japan from being driven on the left side of the road, and from the vehicles passing oppositely on it's right side. Currently, the perps wish to attain some kind of energetics relationships between the road surfaces and the vehicles for right-hand drive (North America), and have imported, or teleported (yes), this vehicle in to test and evaluate blue color related energies on my right side as I walked by. With more oncoming ambulatory gangstalkers making very obvious efforts to pass me on my right side, instead of like everyone else for the past 50 years of my life, there are a number of consistent clues as to their investigation into the anisiotropic nature (different properties in different directions) of energy, and likely ones that our world of conventional physics does not recognize in the main.
And lo, if in the adjacent parking lot the perps haven't arranged an interlacing of blue and silver-grey vehicles, some backed in, others not, in a possible attempt to replicate or compare to what the left-hand drive Japanese vehicle has in the way of comparable energies. There were another two blue vehicles opposite these four in the same parking lot.
2240h
Time to put this dull day to rest, and blog off. Maybe some sleep tonight, here's hoping.
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