Laundry Games Again

03-26-2012
For the second week in succession, the perps stopped my laundry load in mid washing, and put on the "unbalanced load" light. As in bullshit, the load wasn't unbalanced at the start because I have learned to always balance the laundry in the washing machine tub, and nor did it appear unbalanced when I attended to it. Just more fucking bullshit over screwing with my laundry, something they did at the outset when this insane reign of abuse began, April 2002. One half month to the ten year anniversary of this fucking hell the assholes put me in, and still keep me in.

More negro stalking at the exercise room; it doesn't matter when I go; 2:30, 3:30, 4:30 - the fucker is dressed up like a cleaner, and "just happens" to be loitering around when I am there. It used to be that he was never there, then his cleaning cart, and now every time, four in succession so far. What is the perp's insane preoccupation with making sure I get a surfeit of negro gangstalkers?

This time, I get the said negro doing this hang dog look waling toward me, making out he didn't see me coming, belligerently encroaching on the available space as we passed in the tight quarters of the change room.

Ditto another fuckwit yesterday; at the top of the stairs and making out he didn't hear me coming up, and the asshole was occupying the entire landing, until I said something to him. The "sorry" thing again. I don't respond to these any more, and they are clearly arranged.

The freak in class again, up to his personal space encroachment fuckery. He put his wool somethings next to my book when I had vacated my chair temporarily during a break, and I asked him to remove it, and he did. His bag on the floor somehow kept moving under my feet, and three times I pushed it away. A final space encroachment again, at the end of class, same scenario, pretending to not know I was there.

Then the "piss-brothers", doing tag-team pissing, one classmate swapping urinal use next to me while I was captive in an extended piss just before a late lunch. The perps just love to delay lunch, more than any other meal by far.

Open Office, and the assholes made the mouse-pointer unavailable by putting a "busy" circle in its place and not allowing any scroll control. Like WTF; this PC is plenty fast, Open Office is well behaved, and suddenly this sudden obstruction from nowhere, not even doing heavy searches.

03-28-2012
The day of our final presentations in viticulture class, one extra table was added overnight to the classroom U shape, so the freak was one empty chair space away, not next to me. Though that did not stop him putting things between us to get them closer to me, and to have them contact my papers on the table surface.

Ditto at the library tonight; the dude with the backwards ball-cap doing his head bobbling and twisting also found a "need" to place his stuff over top of my papers on my desk.

03-28-2012
On the street on my way back from class, a wacko dude in a blue and black checkered jacket was coming at me from the 10 o'clock position some, 80' away, and from a driveway while I was walking straight on the sidewalk. He he comes ambling along in this ridiculous gait, still coming at me some 20' away, and then when 8' away I look to see what his intentions are, and here he is looking backwards. The very moment I wanted to check the Fuckwit out, he is looking backwards at absolutely nothing, doing the intentional look-at-nothing move. I scuttled onto the road to get out of the Fuckwit's path, but to date, this represents the single most rudest and blatant ambulatory stunt to walk into me yet, and there was plenty of room for the Fuckwit to go behind me, which what the outcome was. Walking toward someone on a collision course from 80' away and then looking away at the critical collision avoidance moment; talk about taking the cake for idiotic street behavior.

03-29-2012
Finished final term paper, and I was allowed to get on with it instead of being cognitively dithered, what they have done for six weekend days in the prior four weeks. We had had a final exam review, then an seeming impromptu student study session afterward, when some students moved tables and chairs to make it convivial. Then the class freak arrives two hours later, hangs around for 20 minutes, then seemingly departs. I get forced to take a piss, and lo, if the freak's doppelganger from last week isn't in the washroom too. I return to the classroom and lo, if the class freak is back when re-enter the room, arriving in my absence. The class freak then regales us with the story, probably true, that he got pulled over by the police while smoking dope while driving, but after some gruff exchange, he wasn't busted.

Then the class freak sits down, most strangely, as he clearly didn't want to participate in the study session, having already surveyed the scene and departing. So he chooses a seat exactly behind the class babe, me on her right, and he on her left. As in "Hide the freak", akin to other games of placing the Unfavored (male, unruly beard, dreads, rear hanging bag hat) behind someone who is Favored (attractive female), and only showing a glimpse of them. How often have I mentioned "auric co-opting" in this blog? Many times, though not recently.
Fortunately, the study session was almost over and we all departed within five minutes or so

Extra slow internet tonight; which also serves as the excuse to limit a web page's functionality, like having the yahoo email not fetch the names that match the pattern when I am entering them into the Recipient box. Talk about senseless functional decomposition.

03-30-2012
Last day of viticulture classes, final exam; pub, then later trip to instructor's house for a final student get together.

03-31-2012
Much red wine last night at the viticulture class final wind-up party, and lo, if there isn't a sharp increase in red colored gangstalking vehicles today. The usual choreographed sit-near-me games at the party, and others ignoring me. It seems some are chosen be given extra face time with me, pretending to be more of a pal all of a sudden. Nothing different than the prior decades, when work colleagues would have a friendly spell of a few months and then backed off for no reason. The ostensible reason was that there was a office move, or some other organizational event that covered for their fickle friendship.

I got totally fucked around going to the bank, having walked downtown to get there. They totally blanked me out to have me walk two extra blocks in the wrong direction, and then back again. They even had the RCMP police doing strange ambulatory back and forths in full kit, and arriving from an unmarked vehicle, assuming they didn't teleport the dick. And I knew where the bank was no less.

And insane vehicular traffic today, me walking to the college library to print, and lo, if it didn't print, then needing "help" because fucking windows won't display the printer queue. The librarian babe had to come to help me, and lo, if it didn't start printing when I was at the printer, and she at my desk, exchanging locations as she often putzes at the printer before I do a print job.

A $50 shuttle trip to the airport, and the road traffic was obscene, the driver making out that I have lived in Penticton too long. Well, it was like this in September when last in Kelowna in 2010, and the usual suspects were out in force; petroleum fuel products tankers, cement delivery trucks, the organized colors of vehicular gangstalkers (much greyscale colors with a red vehicle inserted into the cluster), motorcycles, boom trucks for high wire work and on and on. All in a day of vehicular gangstalking, though I am at a disadvantage if I don't know the town, which is the case.

A non-stop flight from Kelowna to Victoria, my first permitted flight since Oct-Nov. 2002. Almost needless to say, an increase of the same airline's commercials on TV, and the next, they doing some kind of dumbassed April Fools Day faux commercial about putting kids in the cargo bay, for which I fail to see the humor. It might even be a fair description of what they did to me in the "lost years", when aged 3 to 5, when I have no recollection of where I was or lived, save a few smatterings of recall. Other abusees of military excesses, have reported being transferred by aircraft, namely, Carol Rutz,  the author of A Nation Betrayed.

And a half full flight, in a Boeing 747-700, and to my dismay, I see they have put LED screens on the back of the seats, so they can pump whatever nasty mind-fuck/mind research irradiations into the faces of all the unsuspecting victims, ahem, passengers. And believe me, I have seen and felt some horrid irradiative/entraining energies coming off  LED displays for quite a few years now. And lo, if they didn't also put the "dog on", a small one in a cage in the passenger area of the aircraft, same as they do for the city bus trips, and of course, the vehicular gangstalking show.

A 1.5 hour wait in the airport, with a slow infiltration of seeming passengers filling in around me. I was allowed to have my back to the wall, so none of the games of ructions, rustling and inanity behind me. Such are my passing successes, measured by the degree of harassment I get. One Fuckwit 6' away was prone on the seats, and about 30 min. later this woman sits between us and brings her blue bag to put near me and gives me this strange piercing stare, to which I stared back. Like WTF; most women smile or say something if sitting close to someone, but no, this fucking weird stare. Then a hour later, my "gangstalking family", two young blonde girls, aged 4 and 6, and mom and dad, who led ahead of me through the security check, decided to relocate opposite me after having a seat somewhere else. How it is all those "passengers" ended up at Gate 7 for a 1750h and yet didn't get on the flight 197 was another mystery. It isn't a big airport, and wouldn't get 747's, so what was the big crowd for?

And for the third week in succession, the perps hold up the washing machine with my soggy laundry in it, the "load imbalance" light again, when there was only a quarter of a normal load. I move a few items around, seeing no cause for the putative load problem, put the lid on, and the washing machine comes back to life.

04-03-2012
I should of got this done earlier, but things being what they are, I don't have much of a choice in how and when things get done.

I am at the First Feral Family house, looking for a used automobile to purchase. (Much easier to look for a vehicle with a borrowed one). I am getting jammed left and right; do I get a Volvo, my fave, or go with a Honda or a Toyota, the latter two maintainable in Penticton where I plan to live, should I get a vineyard gig. And now that three months of viticulture training is over, I desperately need a gig, and seem to be the only one in the class who cannot get one, even if I have four years of farm work gigging behind me. And too, I asked lots of questions in class, while everyone else hung back (per perp script IMHO), so what is going on? To be fair, April is a slack month for vineyard work, as the pruning should be done, and they get serious with shoot tucking and green shoot pruning in May. As always, I cannot buy a break, even if I had the cash, which is severely crimped right now.

A busy day today all round; I got my ass, back and legs waxed today, in keeping with this new-found (read, imposed) hairless body ethic, save my head, as I would NEVER want to be seen as the disgusting perp sight of the (very Unfavored) skinheaded males (usually), as if I escaped from somewhere. No escape for me of course, living in a in-situ prison, called mind-control and human experimentation abuse. It was the same person who waxed my back and ass last December, though she didn't look as scared shitless this time, feigning some conversation that didn't register as I later learned upon saying goodbye.

Now the wait to see if the perps use the excuse for my ass waxing to launch another round of shit games. Regular readers will know that the perps have routinely turned the act of taking a crap into one of high abuse, plastering it on my ass and making a severe mess of it, needing plunging and showering often times. They backed off this abuse in fall-2011, and I thought that the ass waxing to remove the hairs that serve as the perp's excuse to plaster shit on me. But NO, they resumed shit plastering me as of Dec. 12, 2011 when I had the ass waxing, and only backed off this past month. Just when the last vestige of an excuse was eliminated, ass hair, they just merrily plastered me with extra shit anyways when taking a crap. So there, go figure that in conventional terms, especially when the shit games suddenly unfolded as of April 15, 2002.

The waxing attendant showed me the color of the wax this time, and it was lime green, though no wax remains on me. So I wasn't too surprised to see a surge of  lime green dressed gangstalkers while out today, as well as lime green vehicles. They are also going heavy on red vehicles too, putting four in file, all the same red color tone even. Other times, I had at least twelve silver grey vehicles clustered around me in traffic. They had at least five police/police vehicles out, and three fire department cruise-abouts too. The vehicle traffic was obscene, this Tuesday mid-day, and no doubt in an excited level, having been waxed, powdered and whatevered by the waxing/spa attendant. Also, at least 15 brown colored vehicles were inserted into the gangstalking mix over the afternoon, about the most brown gangstalking vehicles I have seen in one outing, ever.

The perps even arranged a ridiculous slanging match at a used car lot; the salesman was running a hose, and asked me if he could, help and I said yes. Then he made out that he couldn't hear me, and the perps trashed my hearing, and so it got to be ridiculous really quick. Then he accused me of having an "attitude", and I said I came to look at Volvos, and then not hearing again, he told me to get off the lot. He was still running the hose, so I ignored the Fuckwit, and looked over this Volvo 850, while he was still running the water and cleaning something. As I was leaving, he told me the Volvo was sold, and I said something like, "is it now?" and departed. This ridiculous scene had to be rigged, as the guy wasn't going to move from his running hose, or was in any way interested in making a sale. Quite silly, all in all, and about the most adverse salesman experience I have ever encountered, starting up very fast, and of no seeming issue. As always, the perps like to deviate from stereotypes, but one never knows when. The adjacent car lot also had a Volvo, which I was hovering over, and no salesman came out. More arranged absurdity to be sure.

And in keeping with the perp's incremental allowance of exposure to permissible interaction; first the salesman doesn't come at all, the next time on a car lot, the salesman resorts to a anti-customer rant, per above, while 20' away and running a hose/noise source he does nothing about. Maybe next, the salesman will appear normal, and then get suddenly called off in mid-interaction. I am sure I will find out soon enough, though next blog posting. Stay tuned for the TI Victim Goes Car Shopping. Seeing that my daughter did some many weeks of serious car shopping about four months ago, having far more money than me, the perps might being trying to do a composite study of the human energetic interaction on car shopping. Such are the trivial minds at work, and a lifetime of it no less. Not to mention the surge of no replies to my email queries to vehicle vendors.

Strawberry Picking

1920h
The second week of strawberry picking, and they added two new crew members. And lo, if one of wasnt' a negro, dressed like a strawberry in part, an orange red jeacket and a brown driver's cap. Nothing says GANGSTALKER more than those color combinations. And as negroes comprise of less than 3% of the population per last census, and an inordinate number of them somehow seem to find me or are placed in my proximity, I wasn't too surprised. Last year they tried a negro woman out on the crew but she didn't make it past 1000h before she begged off and was never seen again. This dude stuck beside me in the next picking row for all of the morning, my negro strawberry. He was an OK person and we chatted every now and again. So as he lasted a whole day, he might be back again, much like last year's negro on the daffodil bulb crew who made a name for himself by slamming into me on the bus on the way to the farm on his first day and then a few days later when on a crew break.

And too, they pulled a negro-babe proximity arrangement later; the boss' son's girlfriend came again to day on some kind of look and see visit, said hello from 40' away, and lo, if today's strawberry negro wasn't posing behind her. A few minutes later, he was posing in front of her. Not quite "blonde babe auric co-opting" but just babe aura proximity co-opting. Don't ask me why the perps do this, but it has been a long running stunt/prop to have the babe, especially one I know, with the Unfavored demographic group specimen. Go figure.

The strawberry negro also knew enough to piss me off by picking strawberrys from my row in his adjacent row. Other fuckers have been doing this, and so far, I haven't been allowed to voice my annoyance, especially in the tone it deserves. I fucking cannot stand this constant encroachment of others on my working space, and this same bullshit has been going on for all my agriculture jobs for three years now. Get the fuck out and leave me alone. And don't bother pounding the ceiling while I am typing this up and dealing with the infernal typo sabotage.

2050h
What is with the perps' games of closing down businesses that I am to visit, especially over alterations, both one person shops? I got into town early, at 1730h to then walk two blocks to the alterations business that has my outdoor pants that got the waist expanded, and the doorway was locked, with a sign on it saying back at 1745h. They close at 1800h, so that wasn't much of a window to find them open, but as I live only a block away, I can get there in five minutes. What is curious is that two businesses concocted this bullshit jointly, as a single doorway provides access to the stairs that takes one to either a sound studio or else the tailor/alterations shop. Both had their plywood signs out on the street, meaning they were nominally open (opening hours for both), and yet the door was locked with a "Back At..." sign on it. How utterly bizarre that both businesses would combine to be both out at the same time during normal business hours.

As this is the second time I got screwed here, arriving to find them closed, it did remind me that the last alterations shop also pulled this same fucking stunt, shutting down when they were to be open, per posted business hours. I have no idea what the perps expect to gain from this, but these juvenile business closure stunts are now all too common, since they went over/beserk on me in 2002.

I will be going to bed soon to accomodate an earlier work start time of 0700h, except if raining, so I will call this done for today.

Double Appointment Shift

0835h
More disruption this morning, the assholes having me mess up the long established routine of breakfast dishes, now running every morning for some 8 years. The screwed me out of emptying the coffee carafe and rinsing it first, and instead, started me onto loading the dishes cleaning brush with soap which I never do when breakfast dishes are always done with the sink filled with water. Then the soap is added to the water, mixed in with the dishes brush, and then I proceed to do the dishes, loading them in one at a time, cleaning the item, rinsing it under the faucet that is turned on just for rinsing. The cutlery gets done first, but loaded all at once, save sharp knives. But as the harassment and noise stalking, including overhead pounding erupts nearly each time I do the dishes one can be sure this event is a hot topic for the assholes. Hence disrupting the process, and mixing in the running water cleaning method, not filling the sink, which is reserved for fewer tea-time dishes. Such are the daily slings and arrows of this infernal existence.

A new razor insert this morning, the once per week change up, and this too is of significant harassment interest, as shaving is a high Fuckover scene as past blog postings will attest. Since 2008 there has been the "need" to do a full frontal shave, and of course this presents a bigger profile to measure/assesss me. One can be sure there will be matching grey colored vehicles to the plastic razor insert once I step out, not to mention the dude flush, the shiftless semi-vagrant males that seem to cluster around me whenever I stop or egress this apartment building. And with the shaving, they had me emptying the sink after only shaving my face, which I never do. It was half full before I was allowed to know what was going on and put the plug back in. It would seem the assholes wanted a shot of face-shave water to go down the pipes by itself, separate from the chest hair shaving water.

2145h
At least 30 screamings at the assholes due to provocations of items being pulled from my hand, noises from nowhere, poked and jabbed from no see-able source, crumb arrivals from nowhere and a few more.They like to rile me up big time when coming in, and per usual, I had my dude posse in the lobby loitering around for no seeming reason, putting on another negro and not the couch dwelling negro.

Fortuneately, except for typo sabotage and noise from outside, the harassment action slowed down after that.

Two morning appointments went OK, the latter to set up yoga with the mentally disadvantaged, as they are the free yoga class providers after local yoga got cancelled. It would seem the perps want to send me to a new part of town on a regular basis, having done nearly every other direction. The attractive almost blonde counsellor was in her 40's, and lo, if the perps didn't arrange a skinheaded male outside, and directly behind her for at least 10 minutes of the 30 minute interview. This lug was putzing with the dumpster for whatever reason, and the perps fucked me into not recalling that this is their "blonde aura goodness co-opting". This is where an Unfavored demographic group member hangs about or behind (rarely in front) of a (Favored) blonde woman as some kind of spatial juxtaposition of their respective auras. This has repeated countless times over the nine years of harassment, and is one of the more perplexing questions as to what the perps are attempting to gain from this.

I had a 1030h appointment and lo, if one of the past yoga stalkers didn't arrive within a minute of me arriving for a 1100h appointment with the same counsellor. So not only has this woman covered me at two prior yoga locations, but seems to covering me today, and possibly for future yoga. I don't get it, as she only comes for two sessions or so, and then never comes again, only to show up at a new venue. And the next door halfwit who has an unerring ability to stalk me in the hallways and laundry room also "happened" to be there, and also making a point of loitering around in my presence some 10' away for no seeming purpose.

And the adjacent street was having a paving show, part of the goings on that regularly chase me all over town. There is something about asphalt  that the perps are totally obsessed over. They suggest that it has to do with the tar provenance (related to their petroleum products fixation) and that of the aggregate gravel as well. I think it is totally pathetic that the human race has been driving on asphalt for over a 100 years, and here the perps are hounding me over whatever it is about asphalt/tar that fascinates them.

Another moment of perp excitement today would of been arranging me to wear my Blacklader work pants, a light beige with black panels. Extra Fuckwits were posted on the bus in both directions, and when inbound, they had nine dudes clustered around me, a new record it would seem. On the periphery of this clusterfuck, came two or so blondes, and then some Asian females. I have never seen so many shiftless males seeming out of work and riding the Loser Cruiser, as one colleague once called the city bus. A mobile gangstalking platform is all it is.

More weeding today for the half day of farm work, weeding in the rows of the strawberries, and then the boss man came with the tractor and the cultivator implement to churn up between the rows. This seems to suggest that last year's potatoe picking machine that lifted the potatoes for which we gathered the small ones it missed, will be pressed into service again. The perps are also obsessed over soil, its genesis, color and contituents and whatever that confers to the crops that come from it. And the rototilling, rotating metal blades, churning it up seems to be part of their obsession, as is hand hoe-ing it with steel tools.

That is all the news for today, and time to blog off.

Strange Monday

1625h
The sirens have started up again as I begin this journal entry; extra loud to punch through my earmuffs that I typically wear.

And it was a Halloween evening at the home of the First Feral Family, those that I confer this title upon are the very same ones who appear to have sold me into a monitored and governed life by remote and covert means, and who are still fully participating in this ongoing abuse-fest called my life, now over eight years of mindcontrol experimentaiton and abuse, also leading to ever bigger and substantial objectives. From this end, if I am not allowed to turn a light switch without my hand mysteriously flying off and missing, and am still not allowed to take a shit without something going wrong after the in-person and in-apartment abusers plugged my toilet since their high tech noise and light show they treated me to April 15, 2002, then I am living a governed life, scripted to the microsecond as to what light or maser flash I get to see next to these words I type or off-screen as a distraction. Not to mention the resounding ringing in my ears at this moment, and ongoing forced typos and keystroke sabotage that continues after 35 years of typing.

For the most part, Halloween was largely uneventful, within the context of the event, and my mother did most of the getting up and attending to the visitors.

But today, the following Monday, is very much a significant harassment day due to the Sunday night/Monday morning stayover with my perp-abetting mother/asshole, is often a high harassment/gangstalking day. Hopefully the urge to get more chocolate will be supressed tonight, and that I can continue to keep it low key in my apartment for the rest of the day. (More sirens after I return from a pee and resume on this paragraph).

What went on earlier;

I was dropped off near the hospital to catch a bus as my perp-abetting mother went to the nearby arthritis clinic.And the bus stop was outside their new building wing, under contruction. And lo, if it wasn't before 1000h, and the bus some five minutes late, and a parade of tradesman emerged from the building in various dress, predominantly hard hats and overalls, though there was some trendy street-ish wear too. I just don't know what the perp's preoccupation with having shiftless males saunter and loiter about in my proximity is all about, but here was 40 or more them, packing their coffee (read, brown color reference) and the rest of their nosebags (lunch buckets). And it was lightly raining, and I found it unbelivable that this herd of dudes (read, Unfavored demographic), across the street was sitting out in the freaking rain. I have never seen such an absurd spectacle before, but even so, one could conclude that the assholes "got me" with a major dude flush, though thankfully a street width apart.

The freaking bus was over five minute late, and I was getting fed up with this ridiculous gangstalking bullshit as no end of white and silver grey vehicles coursed in between me and the dude flush, gradually building up to the odd red and/or brown vehicle inserted into the greyscale color reference pack. So I decided to walk into town, but before that notion surfaced, I had an walking gangstalker on her cell phone pass me by, then precede me as I departed, and lo, if the bus didn't suddenly materialize at the next stop. It was mostly empty, a rare change, and an attractive blonde was two seats away. One more stop and this fugly fat dude then sits between us; been there, done that, and it is called "blonde aura co-opting", where the Unfavored demographic specimen (fat dude in this case), plants himself behind or in front of the babe that is planted for my distraction and minor viewing pleasure.

I get the bus to downtown, and visit the LD store on the way in, and this at 1030h, it was jam packed and full of the gangstalker assholes, the same ones "finding me" in three or more locations. As is so common there, a big line up at the one and only open cashier, and then a new one opens and I am the first to get there. And I see the assholes have skunked me on my usual laundry detergent, and had me purchase something else. They don't want me using Tide Free (of smells and perfume adjuncts) after three years, but now Woolite. As laundry is an ongoing subject of intense perp interest, they have now decided to change an important parameter (for them). One can deduce that the assholes have a long way to go when their experimentation is at this level of progress.

On the way back, walking on the crosswalk, and this odd dude in a light brown overcoat comes walking straight at me and pretends not to notice. He gets within 6' and causes me to diverge and step on the white crosswalk line, which is what it was likely all about.

A former co-worker was coming to take me to coffee at 1100h (code for public gangstalking in contained cirucumstances) and lo, if she didn't first have some business to transact there, getting her photos printed. And as these LCD screens are such a ubiquitous object nowadays, I reckon this was all about using the LCD as a color reference, as they have me spend hours each day online. And another three dudes were putzing at the self-serve monitors, but as the free one wasn't working, we went to one at the counter where an assistant was. My co-worker made sure to block my view of the monitor, moving right, then when I moved left she did the same in short order, forcing me to look on the right again, which was duly obstructed. More fucking games over chasing me with LCD's is would seem, and that would include laptops on the bus and the latest cellphones with a larger panels.

In the parking lot, I get into my co-worker's vehicle through a tight squeeze between the vehicle next to it, and am sitting in the front passenger's seat, when this supposed LD store staff comes walking over with coffee cup in hand and ridiculously attempts to walk between the vehicles, and brushed both mirrors at the same time. And just as she does that she gives me this hateful stare and then quickly looks away. Like WTF; I had nothing to do with how the vehicles were parked and it was she who "choose" this extra tight vehicle space to walk between, coffee in hand. But of course she was walking over top of where I had just walked in the opposite direction, a gangstalking classic. They simply cannot get their insane Fuckwits over top of where I walk, sit or stand fast enough, especially notable in intersections where now the bus drivers and the cyclists are running red lights and not even looking to see if they are vulnerable.

The drive to the coffee shop, and I see three tattooed women serving there; tattoos are also highly Unfavored, and that might be due to childhood subconscious traumatizations in viewing bald subjects with tattoo lines on their heads that served as some kind of scanning or placement reference. Nearly all me recall was wiped out for my first five years, and I have no direct knowledge of having seen it, but as tattoos, bald heads and other themes are so commonly arranged, it must mean something to the assholes.

My former co-worker and I are at a table, on the S. side of the coffee shop, a busy one to be sure, and this seeming staff member hangs around 5' behind her for some five minutes, doing nothing much. I wouldn't call it "blonde aura co-opting", maybe "brunette aura co-opting", (a rarity), but it had the same flavor where they need to park someone Favored (attractive female) behind an unattractive person. We are there for some 10 minutes and then a large party sets up their chairs to include us (almost), and lo, if one wasn't a male negro in this ridiculous bright yellow safety anorak.

My co-worker offered to check out the N. side for availible chairs, and there was availble seating, so we moved there. And have I not mentioned the countless times that these seeming musical chairs games go on the bus, and sometimes chasing down my seat before it has even cooled down. More chatting at this new seating arrangement, and then it gives me a line on the tattoo-ed staff, and the woman staff member who served us, who said she wasn't feeling well as my co-worker knew her, found time to sit behind me for some 10 minutes. Other posers were the dude show, the now common black and white Adidas track outfit is getting to be standard dude dress, at least for a few of them as some kind of introductory color reference.

I get dropped off at the LD parking lot after coffee, and on my way back, a 50's aged male is coming straight at me, another of these LH drive pedestrians. Another younger dude is loitering around, in business casual wear, and lo, if the Fuckwit coming straight at me pretends he doesn't notice, and doesn't yeild, and if I hadn't jumped out of the way, we would have collided. No apoogy or anything, he just kept going in the second deranged LH drive pedestrian event of the day. And lo, if the cross-over/near collision point wasn't next to this loitering Fuckwit doing nothing but looking stupid. I was glad to get into my cave and not have to deal with any more deranged Fuckwits.

2300h
Over two hours spent on ridding my PC of runaway uninstalls and pernicious self-spawning processes along with variable command functions; delete, Erase and Revo Uninstaller had varying degrees of success, and it depended on the moment. A file or folder wouldn't delete with any of them, and then when coming  back later one of the three would work. Then being kept in a cognitive fog in "not noticing" if a file was deleted or not, with the list of files spanning more than one screen height. Fucking brutal; like having a self-mutating virus that kept morphing in various forms such as the parent files, then temporary files. and then in folders. All very ugly, and avoid the Cyberlink suite of CD/DVD disc burning tools at all costs due to this perp-friendly invasive software.

Tues. Nov. 02, 2010
1830h
Some 20 screamings at the assholes over dinner making, eating and cleaning the dishes. This is the latest trend, to have me screaming at them during every facet of what I do, not just their obsessional fuckery. An example of the latter would be the frypan cleaning and drying; I cannot count the number of times they have noisestalked me, and even with sirens, at the moments of handling the frypan. All that noise profiling wasn't good enough apparently, so they they supplied additonal provocations of food debris re-arriving back onto the frypan after I cleaned it, more than once. Such are the provocations to rile me at this vital moment of frypan handling; cleaning and drying. Just plain fucking nuts; them that is.

2125h
And I see the asholes removed a paragraph I had typed up and saved, and then backed out of the Blogspot editor. Unabashed deletion of my work pisses me off intensely.

2245h
I spent much of the day raking leaves today at my in-town brother's place. I had started by 1000h, and he arrives in a.... black and white tracksuit, just back from the gym he says. He sure made an effort to talk to me and align us in many cardinal directions, on top of where I had raked with his plastic tine garden rake, and on differing surfaces, lawn, concrete and rock. Plus he did dumbshit stuff like move the wheelbarrow 6" over to reveal more leaves underneath it, and then asks me to rake the leaves around the wheelbarrow, but not under it in its new position. Like WTF; I am there to rake leaves, and they will blow around if not raked up, so why move the wheelbarrow some 6" followed by this perverse instruction? Later, when he wasn't around, I moved the wheelbarrow 4' away and got all the leaves under and around its former location. Just more plain dipshit games, feints and dodges, and he really isn't a devious person, so there must be someone putting him up to it and making him look so foolish over a single instruction that doesn't make and fucking sense.

And I noticed that he was "paralleling" me in what I ate at lunch time; first he had an omelette, beans and rice, while I was eating canned salmon with organic tortilla chips (yellow colored). Later, as if the first lunch wasn't enough, he is eating exactly what I was eating. Yellow food, including the tortilla chips, seems to be the big perp food research topic of late, as my mother put on an egg dinner last weekend. The perps haven't had me eating eggs since early 2002, Before Overt Harassment began, and whacked with with a seeming congnitive fog onset that I attributed to eggs at the time, putting me off them ever since, save the odd one at the hospital when all the Fuckwits would cluster around me, and an omellete from my hiking associate of the time before she up and wouldn't return calls for no reason.

His Thai girlfriend stayed in the bedroom the entire time I was there, in her usual sometime avoidant behavior. Other times she is friendly and very talkative. Though, they could of had sex before I went in the house at lunch time, as he made sure I saw him pulling up his pants outside the bedroom. The perps like to script copulation events around me, and have done this often, even in the BOH days. Over my adult life I could never figure out why this would erupt so often; upstairs, next door, or whatever, and now I know. There is a big orgone energy release when having sex according to Wilheim Reich, one who postulated on an energetic ether and who had his books burned in Nazi Germany and the USA, Quite a feat, and no one has every disproved his more scientific orgone experiements to this day, and that includes weather modification. The work of Treavor James Constable also supported weather modications as well.

Enough for a day, or two as it came to be, and to hope for a decent night's sleep, unlike last night where I don't think I got any. As always, I don't feel tired from these sleep deprivations.

Pallet Stage Show

Sept. 13, 2010

The work scene again, hefting boxes of daffodil bulbs into a hopper that leads to rotating tumblers to remove skins and soil for downstram inspection by a crew of 8 to 12 bulb sorters who remove the dead or severely damaged ones. I stand outside the building on a stack of four pallets with another two adjacent stacks, one for incoming pallets and the other for outgoing empty boxes. My pallet "stage". The three pallet stack levels are kept the same height to avoid constant change of differing working heights. When a forklift delivery of a pallet with bulb filled boxes is to be made I take a pallet off the stack as a new one is coming in. I transfer it to the empty box pallet stack as the pallet was removed. The order is that the empty box pallet is removed first, I lug an empty pallet onto the stack to keep the same height, and then the full pallet is delivered onto the just vacated lower pallet stack. A little confusing to explain, but it is a two part job. And today, three different forklift drivers in succession "forgot" to deliver the second full pallet, leaving me one pallet thickness lower than the other two. I tell you, it is orchestrated, especially around increments of similar objects. In this case pallets with a top plywood surface and boards underneath with solid wood crossmembers. The stacking of the plastic boxes in another example of incremental build up a layer of a certain uniformity the sickos like to arrange.

They hired some more male wierds, plus one was re-hired, and he needed a new employee card as he turned his in. This is the freakish long haired blonde tall male who has a rather large gut, and likes me to see it in profile. No doubt this dude has more games to play, and is only getting started with his "gut strut". [09-18-2010 update; he has only come for this one day]. The three wierds were an severe obese case that is totally disgusting to look at, another who wears a bicycle helmet for no seeming reason, and the third is a ducktail dude who had a recent stroke and seems to have memory loses. Read on.

My ducktailed male helper seemed to forget everything I told him about two days ago, which included afternoon break time, that started some nonsense. He unilaterally shuts down the tumbler machine, and says he needs to take a piss. I tell him to tell me as I can cover for him as there are 12 downstream workers who depend on us putting daffodil bulbs through. Then he tells me it is break time, and I say no, its only 1400h, break is at 1500h. Then he says he will work until then, and I tell him that he said he needed to take a piss and to leave it all to me as I can run it by myself. So he takes off to take his piss, and I run all the equipement for a few minutes while he is gone.

Then he pulled a cigarette stunt, lighting one up while working. I tell him that it wasn't on for two reasons' the fire hazard with the bulb skins blowing all over, and that smoking in the workplace isn't permitted. This is what I told him two days ago when he asked in advance, and somehow he "forgot" to ask again today, as also "forgot" what I told him.

Also of interest is that he has tattoos on him, one on the right hand which I get to see far too often, my attention being redirected to look a the fugly tattoos.

Then the slow striptease over the working day; a coat, to reveal another coat, and finally an infernal red short sleeve shirt to reveal an am tattoo. Have I said how much I fucking loathe tattoos? In another vignette, he somehow slipped off the equipment, and when I saw him he was lying on the ground, back down, and recovered to continue. These lie-downs with one's back to the ground are totally absurd, and it is at least the third one so far I have seen co-workers do outside of field coffee and lunch breaks.

A stinking abuse show this evening, at tea time, -spilled the tea due to the center french press  plunger coming out, then messed me four times with attention re-direction games, had me do the teapot cleaning totally out of order, putting it all in the sink to begin with, and at least six rage-fications over mindfuck games, including gratuitous attention redirection fuckery. This is where I am in mid-task, a routine of making the tea as an example, and they send my attention to the cupboard and drawers that have nothing to do with tea making.

An arranged ink spill in the laundry which somehow got on my hands "from" a pen that "happened" to be "forgotten" in my pants when in the washing machine, with some ink on the jeans, though everything else in the laundry load seemed to be OK. (At work, they have me use my own pens for some reason, the same kind that I do my diary with.)

Sept. 14, 2010

Saanichton BC continues to a nexus of negro activity, at least 20 parties in the past two years, which defies the demographics of the last census. A negro on the bus again, three seats in front, with parka on but hood down to reveal his white ball cap, which he later took off for me to see his tight head hair. And then when he gets off, his parka is half on and a white sports jersey is underneath. In other words, he partially removed his parka between leaving his seat and exiting the bus. Fucking bizarre, but the clothing half on stunt is old news.

And to add the white color theme, the negro with the white ball cap was followed by a male MIW (Men In White) walking down the aisle of on the bus, with the assholes making sure my attention was directed at the scary white pants. There is something quite loathsome about seeing males in loose white pants.

And daffodil bulb loading all day, my one ducktail and tattooed helper turning mysteriously odd about how he lets so many bulbs drop down from the equipment when it is his full time job to stop the back ups that cause them to drop into the bin below. It is not just me who cannot figure out what is going on with him. He seemed to forget everything I told him two days before, including lighting up his cigarette around all these bulb skins in the air and in bins. Ditto for leaving his stuff on the loaded pallets that are moved. Maybe he was hired by the perps for his ugly ducktail and scrawy partial beard and tattoos/ Or maybe the constan open mouth he has. It seems that the perps want to continue to expose me to male ponytails, and having a male with an "almost ponytail" hanging around me at work for eight hours each work day might be their usual incremental exposure game, interjecting the odd babe with a ponytail, preferably blonde when elsewhere, say bus or public sidewalks.

I even got a look from a blonde babe on the bus today, not long enough to be a stare, but I noted they later put the hat-backwards male rube in behind her seat, and when she got off, why, the rube sat in her seat. This happens so often I have called it "auric radiance co-opting", putting the Unfavored specimen (male rube/Fuckwit) in the same seat or location as a Favored person, blonde babe having two Favored features (attractive and blonde).

Two days ago on the bus, a rainy day with my Blunt Tip umbrella beside me, a young blonde woman was standing up, getting ready to depart, and she looks at me, I look at her, all normal duration and no staring by either party, and then I get distracted by my umbrella suddenly sliding out and I grab it before it gets to the floor. But the strange thing was that the tip was resting on the rough no-skid surface, and there was no slow movement, the umbrella had suddenly moved 12" or so. I contend it was de-materialized and the re-materialized 12" away as I could not replicate the apparent lack of friction that would of conventionally caused it to move. I have had many of such events, often in the most mundane of circumstances, dropping a teabag into the garbage from 3' up, and I don't get to see it drop, it suddenly materializes in the garbage below.

And all manner of co-workers gathering around my backpack when I leave it on the bench nearby; they also arrange plastic crates and cardboard around it as well, an ongoing study for the assholes to put people everywhere I have my stuff, or have sat or stood. More weirds trolling by as well, I have no idea who they are and they don't introduce themselves, even more odd IMHO.

I pulled some makeshift cardboard off the hopper today as it was becoming a pain in the ass, and the mechanic was to come anyhow. The instant I had the brown cardboard in hand, why, the foreman was all over me, chatting away and engaging me in dialog that was job related, but as there has been so many of these events, though usually not cardboard related, I can only assume it was a big perp moment, for me to grasp brown cardboard that had been used to contain the bulbs from climbing out of the hopper.

Sept. 15, 2010
Later afternoon rain, much the same timing as the day before. A record number of pallets of daffodil bulbs were put through the machine today, 19 in all or (19 x 48), 912 boxes. I was suprised that so many could be put through, though I had a helper to keep the machines clear. It seemed the perps put on a three hour rain onset to ensure there was a slow gradual color change all round, most objects getting darker when wet.

The seeming co-workers still like to cluster around my backpack wher it is left on a plywood table, and they seem to be ready for me to come and retrieve it for a break, or to return it to the same location, or else obstruct the original location to have me place it elsewhere. They also like to lie on this plywood table, in keeping with the plywood games that go on; pallets, the 1/4" plywood pallet load covers, and now 3/4" plywood covers.

Miss Cambodia who has followed me from the former farm to this one has now changed wearing her ridiculous red ball cap to a red hoodie that had been stored in her jacket collar all this time she has worn it. This since mid-July when at the first farm work site, now tailing me to my second farming job/employer for 2010 along with another Cambodian, a loopy male, and a large Caucasian woman with spots on her skin.

Sept. 16, 2010
A near identical rainy late day as yesterday, except this was payday, and the pay office was duly "reinforced" with at least 5 of the 8' plastic tables stacked on edge and leaning agains the office wall. (An office with a window to the outside where we present our badges to get a check). Also " in attendance" in the prop lineup were three cannisters of propane in various sizes and some barbeque equipment. There are some 20 to 100 motorhomes descending on the farm for a get together, all to add to the all-round Fuckover with their vehicles, GPS gear, solar roof panels and their satellite dishes unfolded. Talk about near unbridled wealth, as some look bigger than my apartment that I live in when their bays are extended. Some of these bays are 10' to 12' long as they add to the floor area. There must be websites of motorhome afficiados where no toy is left undiscovered.

On the homebound city bus freakshow a Secret Sicko (SS) male with a white sucker handle protruding from his mouth, emulating a cigarette, and making extensive phone calls on his cell phone. He was hanging onto the seat sideways with icky almost red hair, but lighter, say ginger color. Ginger looks good on house cats but not the SS dudes in their black jackets that somehow didn't get rained on like everything else outside. Another one of those "least likely to be seen on public transportation" dudes.

A day of loading daffodil bulbs into the hopper at work; 18 pallet loads that contain 48 boxes each.

Another new torture the assholes have been building up for was on for last night, getting me up at 2413h to deal with a muscle cramp in my leg to walk off the pain. The pain was evident when I was lying down, but as it was getting too nasty while in bed and I had to relieve it (in theory) by walking it off. And just now, more leg cramps, also alleviated by walking it off, this time both legs at once being rendered temporarily impaired, though still keeping me upright. These pains come on from nowhere, and sieze my thigh muscles up and render the entire leg stiff and in pain. I would get these when swimming regularly, and I could not figure out how they came on so suddenly. Now I know; I was invaded then, as I am now, and just didn't know about it then, unlike the rest of the swim club, many of whom seemed to have joined the SS. It was all those year long absences that I couldn't figure out.

Sept. 17, 2010
1945h
Finally some relative calm after getting Fucked Over for at least 40 rage-ifications while making and eating dinner, as well as cleaning the dishes. The big highlight jerkaround was when I was cutting the quesadilla in two, and they rotated it a quarter inch, and messed up my cut line that was in progress. The two halves still stuck together after I finished cutting in two, an ongoing game they play. And so while complaining, read, screaming at the assholes for jerking me around for at least 300+ times (lifetime) on this particular event, they then revved up a truck outside, over-revving, then it subsided for at least three cycles. The noise, and perhaps if was a real vehicle too, it would of had an EMF signature to go with the engine rpm. Such is the state of the ongoing games, starting noises while screamingly infuriated at their insane pranks. Other aggravations were pulling objects from my hands, screwing me out of the usual order of doing the dishes, as the garlic press is always done last (a forced "forget" on the drinking glass that remained on the table), inundating me with crumbs in excess of what normally would occur, flashing me with red microdots of plasma beams, interfering with my word choice while yelling at them, and a few others that somehow don't come to mind. Other invasive but not enraging abuses were touching me with faked objects (at least 50x) and voice changes (2x).

On the farm work side, there is a middle aged Punjabi couple, a remnant of when there was over 200 of them working there. The last Punjabi left in the spring for a better job at a nearby farm, though I am sure there is more to this story given the perp manipulation themes over race and skin color, and interactions with the worksite, including the flooring, seats etc. This pair keep "showing up" around corners, stopping and staring at me or the,  "just standing there" dumbstruck in typical gangstalking locations such as building entrances doing their poses. And they like to erupte from behind corners, behind washroom doors just as they are opened and otherwise odd posing outside or in doorways. Fucking bizarre behavior. One time at the end of the work day the woman was sitting on a concrete barrier for delinating parking stalls, and her back was facing me and she was facing a railing 1' in front of her, most bizarre to begin with. But her swweater was lifted some 2" to expose bare skin and below it, a 2" band of her pink underwear. All for me to see for all of a few seconds as I entered the crew bus and got a seat on the other side so I wouldn't see this startling visage any more.

And today before work start, the Punjabi woman was sitting on a brown plastic seated chair outside and partially blocking the entrance to the men's washroom. Like WTF; what woman sits on a chair next to a men's washroom. It looked plenty stupid as it was contrived. Next they arrived on the daffodil bulb sort line, after being kicked off over a week ago because they didn't know what they were doing, and didn't speak English. (No other Punjabis as translators). And to make his turban even more silly, he put his black hoodie up to cover it as much as he could. She added to the strange headgear scene by wearing a scarf that somehow bagged out at the back, making it seem that she had an extra long head projection at the back.

I have seen these "bag hats" plenty often, the kind that sag at the back of the head,  and all I can surmise is that the perps are attempting to replicate some beings who have oversized heads compared to humans. As again, I have no such recall of seeing strange head shapes or aliens if that is what it is about, as my recall was nearly totally deleted from the age of two to five.

As part of the strange headshapes scene, there is much increased hoodie wearing among the gangstalker crowd, especially the coworkers. They get seen in all manner of poses, often in profile where I don't even get to see any portion of their face.

Sept. 18, 2010
1610h
I was sent out into the public zoo today, called downtown, after getting roused that I coulld't slice food, save with a knife, and that is always so inconsistent. So...., after a year of doing online coveting of mandolines (read,.perp mindfuck planted), and then also for ceramic knives, I finally get the opportunity to get a Kyocera ceramic bladed hand mandoline from a downtown store. Then a hankering for a decent and sharp cheese grater came on, as did another for crockery as my side plates and bowls are annoying with their too small bases, exploited by the sickos to make them extra tippy. I didn't get a set of bowls as the only plain ones were $17/bowl, kind of expensive, even if from France. I still didn't get the manual coffee bean grinder or a stainless steel basket for my Bodum teapot, but at least I got some leads of other stores, more than I usually get. The latter two are also on the "must get" list for whatever reason, as they don't seem to want me near electrical appliances on a regular basis. And I don't want to be captive  to the gangstalker parade in the local supermarket each time I use their grinder machine. Never mind the fucking mess of spilled coffee beans that erupts no matter my precautions.

All three purchased items had stickers on them, so out comes the Goo Gone to remove the remaining adhesive, and then a cleaning with the dishes cleaning brush. But the perps have had me on a domestic stint this year, having me get measuring cups and spoons, sieve, two stainless steel spatulas, a garlic press, and a pestle/rolling pin. All that new  gear mostly sits around, save one spatula and the garlic press (sat around unused for 4 months). Which suggests the perps have a big domestic agenda planned for me, and being even allowed to prepare meals other than the same one for over seven years.

On the "wonders never cease" front, I got the first email from my daughter in over 8 years, as she along with everyone else cut me off, save the odd one from the ex. Regular readers will recal that she actually got me a Father's Day card, and something for my birthday this year, also firsts. Suffice to say this is another major piss off, being excommunicated from my own family for no apparent reason. But it fits the pattern of everyone else doing the same fucking thing, including all those supposed "friends" that were fully participating in this insane abusive nightmare.

1900h
I put the mandoline to use for dinner time, making a salad and slicing carrots and a lemon cucumber. There was plenty of accompanying noise of faux water running and clunking, so it is a HUGE deal for them to have me change up the fundamental nature of how I cut my food up. It would seem that by using a ceramic bladed device I am eliminating the energies of the steel knives that are typically used for cutting carrots and cucumber, as it was tonight. I had been using a stainless steel knife purchased from Ikea a year ago, and it had been sharpened with a diamond hone since about 03-2010. And over the next while this food will digest, and presumably have a different energetic, (or electromagnetic if you prefer) signature than before. All too fascinating for the perps, and this does represent a watershed moment of them monitoring my food preparation and consequent energetic interactions with utensils and then later digestion. Like I have said in the past, I am under intense scrutiny as to what I eat, from what crockery and what utensils. I noticed that one of my regular gangstalker co-workers, one who tailed me from the previous mutual employer, was using a folding titanium camping fork/spoon at lunch yesterday, so no doubt this too will be part of the abuse reasearch agenda.

I will post this now, 2020h, as I am concerned it will get wiped out like recent postings in progress.

Blue on Blue Flashes

1055h
Stupider and stupider seems to be the order of the day, or as my tormentors would likely say, more nuanced harassment/experimentation. After a grievious delay and ignore-me customer service at the co-op, and the dude flush (one ahead, one behind, the overalls act the latter), I get outside on the street and end up behind two large women, one dressed in a blue top, and then a blue flash came from her direction. I have another look, and the assholes had arranged a mid-grey police van some 60' ahead, crossing past with its blue (only) lights flashing, doing the emergency thing again.

This lasted only a second or two, but it would seem the assholes wanted to get me fresh out of the store. And as I had purchased two stainless steel water bottles, objects of much future portent, they must of really wanted all that planning to go into one second's worth of blue garment and blue flash combination. This is only one example as to how fucking insane the perps have become of late.

The acquisition of the water bottles suggests that there are plans ahead to have me work outside again this summer, as water (or other beverage) intake, and the nature/color of the supply bottle, pipe or other source is a big deal for the assholes, as it seems they cannot yet model intake to later digestive effects (energetics). Or more likely, they cannot yet do this remotely, so they must fuck me around for another few years until they can. They have been allowing me to take in water colored with concentrated juice in the past week, red no less, so their ambitions have evolved from just tap water alone. Last year they had me use a blue polycarbonate water bottle, now banned in this country as it is a source of bisphenol A. So it would seem that last year was a bisphenol A test, and this year will be a stainless steel container test. I can hardly wait.

2010h
A Thursday yoga day, and this time they didn't fuck me out of going like last week which pissed me off. I had my usual street detritus/dudes gangstalking me there and back, and it seems they are cranking up the male skinheads more of late. If I don't like seeing bald heads, why is it that I am chased all over town with them? Same for fucking tattoos, which are getting bigger of late, or at least, as portrayed by the selected Fuckwit gangstalkers.

Another siren cascade as I composed the above paragraph; at least the fifth one today.

The perps had me sweating heavily while at yoga, even if it is tamed down because of the hot weather. The usual building pounding "workers" at the beginning of the class, along with outside yelling and later the train of freeway like road traffic, loud mufflered vehicle, motorcycles and heavy duty vehicles. Same as this apartment, even if six stories up. And plenty of red plasma games at first; 1' to 3' red splotches over the green carpet, and other beams coursing around the room. I see they roughed up the carpet around my mat, giving the carpet a pilled look which suddenly erupted since I was last there two weeks ago. And they also did some brown testing in an unusual way; they put a splotch of brown plasma over the chest of one of the women regulars, as if she had a garment on as it wasn't skin colored (in my peripherai vision). Next time I look she never did have a brown garment on, the assholes masked her normal Caucasian skin tone with their ersatz plasma version of brown color. And they also parked at least one similar brown colored vehicle in the parking lot behind me, visible through translucent glass. Then it lasted a few minutes, and later when it was time to go, a mid-grey vehicle parked in the same place for no fucking reason except to gangstalk me as I came through the doors to see the vehicle directly. Arranging a fuzzy brown appearing vehicle through translucent glass must be some kind of introductory method of having me see brown colors in a controlled or managed state. Again, if I don't like fucking brown colors, why do I have a phalanx of gutless Fuckwits chasing me all over with these colors? Why can't they get this over with by coming out of the closet?

And these same fugly skintone or puke brown tones were showing up tonight when I was transiting from the part time car dealership cleaning job back to my place, stopping in at the LD store as well. At least a third of the gangstalkers, some five or so, were wearing this fucking ugly puke brown color. Then the long haired blonde dude with the fedora was dogging me; outside LD, then at two locations in the checkout area, his first, then mine, and again when outside. Worse yet, the asshole didn't have a chin to make himself look even more Unfavored. Another example of what the assholes are up to; before all this started I might have seen a person twice in or just outside a store; now they cover me from the parking lot, to at least two locations inside and then outside. It is fucking infuriating to be stalked like this.

At the car dealership the blonde saleswoman was on posing duty dressed in white pants and a red top, making sure to be seen each time I opened the door, or looked out, or was on cleaning duty in Sales. But she must also be acting as some kind of "psychic bait" as the skinheaded male from yesterday's 5x gangstalking pursuit, was also loitering around the aforementioned blonde woman. I call this "blonde aura association", having an Unfavored (male, skinhead) hang with a Favored (attractive, blonde woman).

Taken 06-13-2009; this series of three isn't terribly incriminating for arguing about orchestration, unless all the photos of past parking adventures are put together. My rule of thumb is that three vehicles of the same color together represents configuration, where two together could be "fluke", assuming that concept even exists in my containment bubble.












A zoom in, a silver-grey vehicle behind the tree again; haven't we seen this before?












Moving to the right; a man and his dog at the bus stop. And did anyone ever tell him that dogs on a leash are not allowed on the bus? And too, the wide brimmed Tilley (or like) hat. The perps have me totally jangled ever time I see one, so there must be some kind of traumatization emulation stunt going on.












Taken 06-15-2009, one block after getting of the bus. And do we have enough fugly orange in this picture? The copper-orange vehicle colors are getting plenty of action of late, and often are arranged with red colors, e.g. the vehicle on the left. Having a silver-grey vehicle in the show seems to be mandatory for the perps color games. I have a highly illustrative picture of that tomorrow.














I am off to do berry picking tomorrow, starting a job for the summer, assuming I last. Presently, they are picking strawberries and so I will be getting plenty of red color contact for the perps to play yet more dumbshit games. If this gig lasts the summer, I will be exposed to a number of different color of fruits at this one orchard. And these postings will become more sparse as the sickos like to play up the tiredness angle as well. I just may get to pay off my line of credit this year, and too, there is less chocolate consumption as I don't take any with me as it gets too hot for it.

2120h
I got a tip from the local TI to look up "radionics". And lo, if it doesn't line up with the perps' beserk insanity. Attempting to heal someone from afar with the aid of a hair or a blood sample or even their signature. And it is true that the assholes noisestalk me (or other fuckery) at the moment I sign something, so perhaps these "biophysical energy fields" do exist, and that they also do a decent job of repressing any valid research. As well as enjoining the chorus of detractors and quite possible arranging the experiments seeking proof to fail. And this might also explain why the perps chase me with a septic services tanker truck every two months or so, often "arriving" at street corners or driving by in the evening. And I am quite sure just who's shit is they are packing. And this might also explain why they like to visit the septic services pipes in the street when I came back from a week away last year. (And they did script me for a shit within the first hour of getting back). Hmmm, nothing provable, but certainly interesting.

2145h
More radionics sites; a big mystery has finally being solved; the methods of the perps are entirely consistent with this body of work. radionics.org

Sirens and Clunkings

1120h
A "perfect confluence" of noise is erupting, just before I set off to do some digging at my ex's place. It is for a walkway ostensibly, and in keeping with me digging holes at my parents' place, my in-brother's place, my out-of-town brother's place in 2002, and of course, two summer months of scrabbling daffodil bulbs on the farm lands north of downtown. It is the year of digging dirt for the SS, (Sureptiticious Sickos) and who knows what is the next bizarre offshoot they have lined up for me. Even shifting online tasks from reading websites to begining today's blog posting is an exciting event for the SS, let alone walking around in my apartment. They cannot get enough of the pedantic action, never mind the rest of the plasma and maser games that pass for the imposed normal.

2125h
Back to blogging after being out for the afternoon. It was another "victim tour", where I am taken to a certain location for rather nebulous reasons. It was the ex's turn to invite me over to her place to advise on the concrete pathways she wants poured around the property. Where to place them, addition of drainage, project logistics, who does what, etc. (No digging as it "happened"; it was all to have me take my day pack with me). Then I was to write down all the items while she was in the phone in the other room, and then take the same list and go over them at lunch out at a large realestate development called Bear Mountain. A tour in effect, and the lunch was overlooking a traffic roundabout with golf carts and vehicles alike going in looping turns, and the odd one even going against the mandated direction. All these vehicular antics are long familiar to TI's. The golf cart exposure was interesting as they have a certain size/scale in the vehicular array, and the perps have long ensured that I get exposure to certain vehicle sizes, usually in a flush or formation of them. I don't know what the gangstalk vehicle size nonsense is about, but suffice to say, the ridiculous (IMHO) Smart Cars are prevalent in this town.

And while pondering, the overhead pounding erupted with a simultaneous body zapping, all to get me riled up, given that I fucking hate this, and I will club any known Fuckwits who do this to me into a pancake.

I did an eveningtime shopping visitation to the local supermarket with the usual posse of Fuckwits and other gangstalkers of the Unfavored. The most hurl-worthy was the woman ahead of me at the checkout in a hippie outfit which included a way fugly touque in red and orange and a burgundy patch quilt long skirt. The red and orange clashing color combination is especially vile to my visual aesthetics, and the perps will do all they can to get this inserted into the freakshow in any public venue. The hippie woman ahead of me was joined by a equally odious loitering touque wearing dude who managed to arrive just as she was picking up her shopping bags after delaying her departure for more in-close time I assume. The hippie woman had another woman in black beside her when I first got to the checkout, one dressed normally, and it always seems that the perps need to have a Favored demographic group member with an Unfavored one, or at least at the outset of any close-in gangstalking, or moreso, for a new venue. It is a common etheric (aura) penumbra arrangement the ambulatory gangstalkers like to arrange, where the Favored demographic group member is immediately in front or behind the Unfavored group member. In more familiar circumstances they don't seem to need blondes as much as they once used to. Blondes are one of the most Favored demographic groups, and their deployment as gangstalkers in new venues is often very consistent (e.g. first week of the summer time daffodil bulb picking crew).

I notice the nightime street lighting is being modified for some kind of extra-conventional visual effect. The traffic, head, and street lights are all flaring with extra glow that has an ordered crackled radiating look to it. Hard to describe, but disconcerting to some extent, and I don't where the Fuckwits are going with this one. Other day and nightime lighting games are to put on extra red reflections, as if tail and brakelights were casting strong reflections, even on whole panels of vehicles, making their real color indeterminant until I get closer to them. Very often, these setups include red vehicles, and there was one outside the supermarket when at the checkout tonight. And lo, if a red and white tow truck didn't stop beside it with yellow light flashing as service vehicles often do. It would seem that this was an outside to inside red color comparison exercise, the above hippie woman providing plenty of close-in red clothing colors under different light conditions inside the store. There were at least three other dudes on gangstalking duty wearing red clothing and having it appear from varying shadows to brighter lit locations. Also, when walking toward me, they create distance dependent characteristics that they seem to be looking for.

I was also scripted for a nap earlier, for an hour before dinner, and not so long that I felt totally trashed by the experience. The perps have long had the ability to make me feel wasted after long daytime naps. I don't ordinarily need daytime naps, but when they come on, there is no resisting. In the long past of 2003, they would sometimes script a nap when I came back from the PC repair shop, presumably to access the internals to plant their partitions on and all the spyware. I have not been able to remove these partitions even with specialized software.

2300h
More online reading with the earmuffs on owing to annoying sustained noises. Every so often the perps put noise through the ear muffs and I suppose there is some advantage they are plumbing for. Time to call this one done for the day.

Monday Observations

1740h
This is the day of the week that I return to my place after spending a night with the First Feral Family, staying with my parents, perp abettors par none, and it seems it is the day that my tormentors attempt to leverage their energetics discoveries about me to this location, at least two miles away, in downtown Victoria.

My father was doing his agitated Alzheimer's act last night, constantly standing up at his chair, and then just standing there, and perhaps shuffling 6" closer to me so not to be still lined up with the chair. He has done 2" incremental walks before, waiting at least a minute before he makes his next shuffle.

He as also full measure in doing his posing act, constantly appearing in the doorway of the next room, attempting to make out he was undertaking a purposefull activity, except that he had done the identical move at least 10 times before. My mind-keepers had me cranked up about this blatant stalking, so much so that they let me close the door on this fucking act. His next job was to loiter in the dim shadows of the room, as no one had turned on the living room light or closed the curtains, this with the TV on. He was sitting on this extra couch for no apparent reason as he cannot see the TV from there. Eventually he slid down the couch to then end up 4' behind my mother. Then the alignment games began; my mother began a conversation with me, and if I sat forward to see them both, she moved forward to then block my view of them both, and would then move back again if I shifted back to continue seeing them both. This bullshit went on for at least four rounds, and all the time my father was in this dim shadow. So it would seem that the perps need to place the Unfavored, one of the most Unfavored I hasten to add, in dim shadow and align them behind someone who is either Favored, or less Unfavored. (I think my mother belongs in the latter category). These gangstalker spatial alignment games has been noted innumerable times with young attractive blonde women; have the male vagrants, beer gutted dudes and the rest of the Unfavored align themselves behind the blonde, or have them stand beside her. I call this auric goodness co-opting; attempting to cast the Unfavored individual in the shadow, or glow of the Unfavored.

Anyhow, it was his turn for kind of psychic bypass redemption, and because he has a history of abusiveness, he might be one of the most Unfavored individuals that I know. What was abundantly clear was that the perps were attempting to minimize his visage by arranging for dusk onset shadows to be cast over him, and then playing these auric borrowing/spatial alignment games at the same time. Not my problem; I am quite content with casting him as the total asshole, and then his reputation took another turn for the worse when his perp abettance history became known. But I am sure that the perps are not attempting to redeem him for my benefit, but theirs, whatever that is. If I cannot stand the sight of someone, why cannot I be left alone? Instead, I get this ceaseless parade of gangstalkers putting on this freakshow around me, pandering to all the Unfavored characteristics, save the odd blonde, or alternatively, attractive younger woman.

I am getting severe typing sabotage as I write this, and I note an "all quiet" order has gone out to contain the noisescape, save the odd tapping while I am swearing at the assholes for forcing all these typos.

Other perp planed events proceeded today, just to continue the pace, which I think has quickened up in terms of their distance detection methods, (whatever that is to them), as well as the complexitiy of colors and objects they are bringing into my view. My ex "happened" to stop by this morning, just before my father was taken away to his adult daycare, and before I got up. She has a new puppy, a 6 month old poodle, and that added to the gangstalking mix, as they can get into all manner of places with a reasonable cover story. And it turns out, he is a sock and underwear muncher like the last poodle, and can even pack these around in his stomach for a few days before hurling them up. She said the dog did just that when visiting guests, throwing up two socks and a pair of underwear under the table while dining. From the harassment perspective, this seems like quite a coup, having a dog pack the perps' two major fetish garments around in its gut for two days and then exposing them to a gathered party dining overhead.

Anyhow, the ex was there all the time I was having breakfast, and there were a number of details over upcoming birthdays and graduation to arrange. There was the usual over expressive hand waving by my mother, and then some feints to bring in the recycle blue plastic bin from the garage next door in an attempt to find the two day old newspaper as our daughter "happened" to be in the background of a front page picture. She wasn't featured, but was the cinema employee behind a group of posing glitzy girls heading out to see Sex and the City. Anyhow, it wasn't worth the palaver, and I wouldn't of known she was in the photo unless it was mentioned to me.

And while eating breakfast, and with the ex and my mother at the table, I saw a redi-mix truck go by, its drum in rotation. Regular readers will know that I am constantly gangstalked with redi-mix trucks in the ongoing perp obsession over concrete, and my bioenergetics with it. And here the perps effectively delivered such a vehicle to drive past my parent's place while having breakfast. There was no reason to have a redi-mix truck in this built-up residental area that is not a through route. More of the same, just "delivered" to my once per week parent's place visitation.

The ex had new rectangular black framed glasses on today, the upper half of the frame was black, and the lower portion of the frame was a black and silver-grey dithered pattern. The perps have been big on these Nana Mouskouri like glasses of late, and the ex's glasses were a minor variation on these, possibly with wider temples. Anyhow, it wasn't too much after a surprise that after she left, and I went to my room to get my shaving and showering gear, and I looked out the window, and 200' away there was a black and silver-grey two tone vehicle turning a corner in the identical color configuration as my ex's glasses; black hood and roof, and a black and silver-grey patterned door panels.

Then on with the gardening after breakfast at my parents' place. I was working out the frontyard, where it became apparent last week that it was a prime gangstalking and noisestalking opportunity. As usual, there were no end of buried plastics of varying kinds and vintages, which I assume, is all part of the ongoing perp fuckery, as they figure so predominantly in the harassment games. And lo, if the plastic garbage bag from last week didn't still "happen" to be out there, thrown into the very bed I was to dig up. There were already two tighlty parked white vehicles on the street some 30' from me visible through some foliage, and lo, if the garden maintenance crew arrive with a third white vehicle behind the front hedge and start up the lawnmower and string trimmer, both gasoline powered. The knowledge I get from is that the perps need at least 40 minutes of "introduction time" to calibrate me to the white vehicles parked on the road and through the foliage. And did I mention that my ex's vehicle that was there earlier, is a white convertible? Funny how that works out.

But I am getting the impression that the perps can color calibrate me for their remotely applied energetics activities from greater distances at certain locations. They don't need to place anything but a brown vehicle on the street outside my parent's place, and this morning, there was none of the usual red and green vehicles posted some 600' away. I had my full-on colored coordinated vehicle clusters when driving into downtown; three reds together, five whites, five or more silver-greys, and even three black colored vehicles in file. Their biggest test seems to be this area when the main artery takes a 70 degree bend, and it is usually lined with vehicles of the main gangstalk colors. In front of me they had a white vehicle, then a red, and then a light metallic tan brown vehicle. For most folk that would be nothing too abnormal, except in my case, it happens every day, all day. The metallic light brown color is as bold as they are attempting for mobile vehicles. They rarely place mid or deep mobile brown colored vehicles around me, only as parked gangstalking vehicles.

These three vehicles were attempting their usual "peekaboo" games; the lead light brown vehicle would offset more from the centerline to be seen as partially obscured by the other two behind it, and in front of me. Then the brown vehicle would swing back to be totally obscured, or minimally visible through the green tinted glass of the two intervening vehicles. And of course, those oppourtunistic "reflections", actually plasma loci like those pictured in recent blog postings, were also scripted to flicker and shine as part of this visual and energetic meliu. Anyhow, that act didn't last too long, and all three of them made a left at the same street after the bend of the arterial street. Anyhow, this is the same location where other games have been going on each Monday morning when I drive in, my mother in the front passenger seat.

2110h
Other themes today are in the color of yellow. Keen readers will know that Mondays are the scripted change in my schedule, and are the cover story for "forgetting" my yellow colored (capsule) medications. Sooo... it was no surprise that there was a large yellow advertisement on the back of the bus that was close to us in traffic, and that the lead vehicles were on a go-slow to keep me next to it for longer.

And later in the afternoon I went out to get a bus pass, some three blocks away, and lo, if I wasn't besieged by yellow cabs, a yellow cargo container delivered to an adjacent building site where an office building was torn down next the the aerial mast of the telephone company, a yellow scissors jack in mid-sidewalk some 100' away, some yellow dressed ambulatory gangstalkers and when at this office, protracted by the person being on the phone, a yellow coated dude bullshiting away in this confab. The fire department also had and "emergency" to pass by, yellow colored fire vehicles in this city, and of course, yellow flashing lights as part of the light show. And lo, if the instructions weren't clear, and that the person showed me a yellow colored map to "clarify" matters.

I also got a number of strange loitering types who succeeded in "hanging around" for both my outbound and inbound legs, even if 10 minutes apart. There was no one running up my back and then "joining" me in the apartment lobby and elevator like last time thankfully.

I haven't watched any of the Stanley Cup finals owing to no television. It is interesting to note over the decades of being a nonconsensual experimentation subject that the perps have alternately kept me clueless about professional sports, and then turned me on, then off, with a few more cycles and currently to off. Or at least with respect to ice hockey, a game that I prefer to watch. Anyhow, the games in this series of the finals have been arranged so I don't get to see any at my parent's place, and that has been largely true for all of the hockey playoffs this year. Professional sports affiliation is another subject of extreme interest to the perps, who are directing it if not looking over my shoulder. I have yet to figure that one out, but it has all the hallmarks of their perverse quest, alternatively creating interest and then turning it off. Not unlike their need for slow and graduated introductions to various colors and the above mentioned Unfavored demographic subpopulations members.

2225h
Now the siren noises from outside have intruded upon my headphone music listening. Clever that, adding a discordant sound to music harmony, as well as stunning me out so that I did not know that was the intent until after the fact. It is Veda Hille tonight, listening to her in concert. I am sure the clapping of the audience is all part of the noise/music brain prodding.

More games tonight; I have made three attempts to print a map and the perps have lightened up the print to make it all useless. This over three differing sources of maps.

Anyhow, time to call this one done and blog off.

Noise Tracking From the Hallway

1700h
Last night's hacksawing noise from the hallway has resumed just as I returned from gym and had my tea and chocolate. Yesterday's blog covered the same noise that erupted in the evening, after dusk and until 2130h. That was outrageous enough. But with two events on today, yoga and gym, why, the noise erupts when I have returned from the latter. Very possibly the noise will track me the entire evening through dusk, as seeming "problem" time for the perps, all stemming from their first problematic move, to apply this nonconsensual human experimentation remotely.

Regular readers will know that the perps will use the same noise and source at differing locations and times of the day. I call this noisetracking, which might be what they call it to. It appears that the same noise is used to plumb my hearing and related neural correlates to compare this to another location and time of day.

The perps have been changing up my shaving routine and today was the first time with starting with a fresh blade for shaving my face on this double activity day. That might be why they are so excited with the extra noise (per above), and the extra gangstalking as well. They covered me each time I was outbound in the elevator with gangstalkers from this floor, something they rarely do. The latter time was a supposed couple, a blonde woman and a hefty dude, each with their Starbucks coffee mugs and packing a vacuum cleaner as well. Go figure. A typical Coffee Corps stalking, just that it was in the elevator and out the front door. It is rare they put the Coffee Corps on this floor, but as they are increasing the amount of brown color exposure in my proximity, it isn't entirely unexpected.

The perps even sent a tractor trailer unit with a deep brown trailer around the block, clearly going back in the direction it came from, all to present a large brown object in a densified material, steel. The gangstalkers are also wearing more brown colors out in public as well, and they are putting on more of the Peanut Butter Men; the dudes in peanut butter colored overalls that seem totally lost, walking along the street, a long way from any jobsite.

And I also note that my new jar of peanut butter, smooth this time, now behaves normally, something that wasn't permitted for at least the last year. When in the fridge, the well mixed Adams peanut butter is a stiff paste, but for some reason, it was less viscous and would drop off the knife with relative ease, making application of it to bread a dicey situation and ripe for perp food flicking games. Well, "for some reason", the very same fridge stored peanut butter has now resumed its normal high viscosity and isn't the pain it was to deal with.

Of course that did not stop the game with the peanut butter and jam on toast today, and yesterday. The normally cohesive gluten free bread slice was from the sabotage defects and yet "somehow" a large piece hinged off. Yesterday, when this happened, I lowered the bread over the plate and stopped the hinge portion from going anywhere. That wasn't good enough it seems; today, the identical circumstances of a break in the bread resulted in the same hinging piece at the same juncture (after the first bite), but this time the perps screwed me in taking any preventitive action and the broken portion spun 270 degrees and landed face down. I have never seen such a piece of animated bread before, but here it was, acting as if there were unseen forces outside of those we conventionally expect. Again, there were no defects in the bread slice that would of been causal to this spontaneous bread breakup, and note that in both circumstances, it happened after the first bite from the bread. Just amazing how anything can be fucked with at any time, remotely and unseen. All to play color and substance interaction games, having the peanut butter and jam on the plate, rather than on the bread. All the food flinging games of small drops of it arriving from nowhere just doesn't cut it anymore. In fact, the perps are even placing crumbs and food samples on the table in advance of me bringing it to the table.

It was a two freak gym class today; there were about six others, and only one woman. The dude thing is getting more emphasis these days, or at least at gym. They added two blonde women as the coordinators, and it was interesting the games that were going on with them, and the agitated asshole who keeps tailing me, especially the class two days ago when he stayed back after departing ahead of me to then tail me out the door. This fucker, although not freakish but most certainly an agitated asshole will be known as AA; he is made out to be an extra obvious gangstalker, and his cover story is that he is agitated as part of his "condition". But he has the most amazing capability to repeat his actions each gym class. He stands in between me and the mirror, putting on some bullshit reason while speaking with the instructor, and then he later places himself beside me in the wall squats exercises. Midway through he takes off for about five minutes and comes back again. He did this two days ago, and I remarked in the blog that he appears to be conforming to the perps' need to slowly introduce the known assholes and freaks in my proximity. The blonde woman coordinator was on the far side of him, and she began by verbally "offering" some help to improve my form. What does AA do when I turn my head to face her; he puts his head in the way in yet another erratic move as part of his cover story. Then he departs in this mandated "break", and when the blonde woman was talking to me again, and I was facing her, AA "happens" to arrive at that instant and stick his fucking head between us again. I call this co-opting blonde "aura"; inserting the freak or asshole near the blonde (or other attractive) woman to bathe in her more Favored auric glow. I have no other explanation for it, but it is so singularly repetitive that there must be something the perp criminals are getting from this proximity arrangement.

1820h
The hallway noise has started up, this being the dinner digestion period, having had my one slice leftover tortilla about 30 minutes ago. I have never known an apartment maintenance activity to be hacksawing metal over a 24 hour period like this. And not forgetting that I spent some hours away, and lo, if it didn't start up when I got back. I suspect the vibrational component to metal cutting is also aiding the perp's sick cause.

And by dint of coincidence, a meaningless term in my circumstances, the reflective beams "from" the residential tower are beaming in again. These "reflections" are coming in from differing windows each day, and currently, there appears to be no actual window that is lit up. An "organic" light beam from nowhere.

1855h
More hacksawing of metal in the hallway, dogging my reading of blogs, starting and stopping while reading about the Bush Family Nazi ties. Who needs to know about this as I am reading it? Now a round of loud door closings has erupted, adding to the vibrational component of this ongoing noise assault.

2015h
Some relative quiet after a string of loud mufflered vehicle noise getting progressively quieter over the past hour, and then a sudden loud onset of the same noise with coincident hallway talking.

Some of today's gangstalking games were on the common themes, "breadstalking"; a supposed staff member was walking through the pharmacy department at LD when I stopped by to get my refill, and then proceeded to reprise at the cleaning supplies section where I went next. The entire LD visit was full of gangstalking, but mostly at the entrance and exit, and they even let me get my Rx and the checkout with no waiting. I got skunked for J Cloths at the LD store. This is part of the ongoing game where these items are inserted into mind, this time as legitimate items to acquire, and lo, there is none to be found at the very location where they should be. One TI calls this bait-and-trigger, I am more profane, calling it suck-and-fuck. Or more politely as "dashed expectations" which is more neutral as to the nature of the setup/intended acquisition, but a very common harassment stunt. Of late, these are mostly small item events, and don't come with huge repercussions should I get skunked in not finding something. I cannot imagine what the perps get from this, but it is such a common theme yet it defies rational analysis.

I had some more stories from today's outings, but I got blanked out as to what they were. More later if I am allowed access to my own recall.

05-23-2008
0825h
I got screwed out of posting this last night, but I am allowed to recall some of the freak show from yesterday in some detail.

When I exited yoga yesterday, the perps had a MIB on my tail who "happened" to be walking out of a residential area and then following me for three blocks. The dude was in a black suit with dark sunglasses and had white runners on! No kidding, a totally whacko outfit, all to tail me immediately following yoga. Regular readers will know that the first venue for yoga was further away from my apartment, and there was a 70% chance of encountering military personnel on my way back. I have a sense the perps view yoga as a high potential opportunity with all the spine flexing, and want to be able to replicate this detectability on the street while walking in an upright position. There was no end of strange clunking around the room when I first sat down for yoga, and then it settled down to none, obviating the usual cover story of building maintenance activity.

I am getting screwed out of recollecting other stories from yesterday, but anyhow, time to get this posted.