07-07-2019
That makes me 65 yo. now, a TI pensioner, still a Prisoner in Disguise. No harassment reprieve for pensioners as I have come to know. Not that I expected any different, having been through 50, 60 and now 65 yo. and no let up. At least they didn't hammer me with planted notions of cessation of hostilities due to a round number birthdays this time, as they have in the past.
I was on wine bottling duty for the prior two days, and of course, plenty of things go wrong with washing, drying, filling, capping and labeling operations in a 30' mobile trailer. I was on the "glass dumping", unloading of the new empty bottles onto the conveyor, case by case. I don't mind it, and as it is a dog simple task, no one bothers me. At this winery that is not an issue, but at the last one, with very agitated supervisory individuals, it made a difference to have this little slice of relative freedom. Anyhow, the bottling crew changed some; the "old brown nut" as he called himself (E. Indian in fact) wasn't there, but they added a dude with extra baggy shorts and a negro in addition to the E. Indian woman who was there in the past three bottlings. The bottling crew was to do two runs from different wineries on the first day but got the winery specific corks mixed up sometime through the first bottling run. I have never seen my normally calm boss so infuriated before.
And too, with so many filled wine bottle rejects due to label and capsule application problems, in addition to the aforementioned cork problems, there were plenty of cases for each on the floor, and a whole lot of "bend overs" by our crew to deal with moving these anomalies out of the tight trailer to the case packing crew. (Not so many as at a yoga class at once, but over two days, about the same). Some bottles were to be poured back in, others were to be kept aside etc., so plenty of differing dispositions to manage. And do the perps ever love things to go wrong, never mind having extra unplanned categories of rejects as well. There is just too many perp things to love about production lines, that is, for them to go wrong, create reject variations and hold it up. This often gives the staff to come to where I was standing and stand exactly where I was, and too, swap the E. Indian woman for the male negro. And have I not complained about the constant and relentless campaign since 04-2002 to have their operatives and shills stand or walk over the very ground that I do? Countless times; attempting to replicate my energy field (I assume) with another party in the exact same spot as me has been a harassment standard, never mind attempting to get these same fuckers up my asshole in the shortest possible time, most notably at checkouts.
Said negro was up to some peculiar operational bottling line habits; doing chin ups while bottles were traveling past on the conveyor below, and also doing leg stretches on the trailer tail gate after I had vacated that patch over the 1.5 days I had spent there. Not exactly becoming or professional behavior and perhaps adding to the "strange cred". Weird to say the least, and I have never seen anyone act so perversely on a bottling line before.
There is something about glass, and glass handling (and bashing) the perps love, and all the better that it be filled with an alcoholic beverage. They are constantly on my ass in the government liquor stores (wine, beer and spirits) and no doubt obtain great benefit from me being on a bottling line. I suppose it is a testament to exchange rate manipulation, but it astonished me that some 6,000 bottles in their cardboard cases is sourced from China these days, and not from North America. All the better to have bottles of irregular shape (QC issues) that won't take a label properly (more things going wrong, and too, their endless fuckery over things from other locations.
The usual desultory perp-abetting family recognition of my birthday; no one got a card to me on time, and my daughter was a day late with a phone call. (She holding the lamest excuse of all, "I was out with my friends"). All my life I have wanted to rid myself of bozos, dipshits and other saboteurs, and here I am saddled with them as family in this too-long running abuse-athon with them as full participants.
Out and about to LD and SOF tonight, two of my regular stores. In the former case I had a Rx to fill and "somehow" it disappeared from my regular jacket pocket yesterday when I wanted to fill it, and today, why, it re-arrived exactly where I had left it. All to fuck with my timing and getting it filled today instead of yesterday. But as it is a special order item, and the order had already been sent today, the Rx won't arrive until two more days. Well done assholes; by fucking with my papers, you forced a three day delay instead of one.
That wasn't the only papers that went missing; a coupon for a discount has gone missing when I ordinarily take extreme precautions to ensure papers don't go missing. It is something I learned long ago, pre-overt harassment, as I had the most frequent "misfortune" of missing papers. Once I got organized, that was the end of it (mostly), but since the Psychopaths went berserk/overt in 04-2002, they don't mind letting me know about their teleportation fuckery, especially when it comes to paperwork. And too, in the immediate pre-harassment period in 2001, my then wife (and daughter) came to visit me in Seattle, and lo, if a number of documents weren't stolen by the ex; my visa documents, monthly bank statements, tax returns and pay stubs all went missing for 1999 and 2000 while I was at the pool with my daughter. The ex was still in my apartment, and from 40' away I could see her at my desk through the window. A week later I found my tax returns missing, but didn't look for other missing papers. All this came to roost recently, as I needed these documents for my pension application. The ex declined to reply to my request for the documents. And she did the same when my mother intervened and gave her the same letter in person. So what is it about the Psychopaths that they need to arrange stolen documents? And don't tell me the ex was just acting on her lawyer's advice. She was acting on someone's advice as she isn't that forward thinking. A devious shit yes, but not one to plan ahead though.
At SOF they had me covered even in the parking lot, by sending a red van full of dudes slowly through one row of parking stalls to then cross in front of my intened path and park next to my vehicle. I have never seen such irregular parking lot driving in all my life; one slowly drives into a stall and stops and parks. But no, these Fuckwits keep driving and cross the aisle space between the rows of stalls so they can park next to me. Another never-before behavior, this time while attempting to park their vehicle.
While in SOF they had the back-and-forth Fuckwit get in my way, all to send me down a different aisle and past the three dudes that may have been party to the above mentioned parking lot stunt. I attempted to get around the freezer case, and lo, if they didn't have two Fuckwits arrive just as I as about to go there. I went elsewhere for awhile, and lo, if the Fuckwits weren't coursing back, all in keeping with the time-honored gangstalking method of having repeat stalkings, aka redux stalking. At least two more were on my ass, and at least two around-the-corner eruptions of stalkers, another time-honored technique of having a stalker Fuckwit at a 90 degree angle about to step in my way, and a chance to get closer. An attractive blonde woman was on my ass intermittently as well, getting more positive attention than the rest of the parade of Fuckwits. She doing a head flick of her gorgeous blonde mane while momentarily stepping away from the checkout (now in front of me), and bent over at the next check out, for no seeming reason. Like WTF; she stepped out and did her head flick too fast to be bending over to look at any checkout promotion (e.g. magazine), and promptly returned to the checkout, all to accomplish absolutely nothing in conventional terms, and besides, look fucking stupid. No wonder she ducked down to hide her bizarre act. Just another day of seeming normal people doing peculiar things in my presence.
And too, I saw the oncologist at the Kelowna hospital two days ago; the PSA numbers are down both in April and June (good), and he seemed more motivated than last time to get on with the infernal bowel side effects (aka, collateral damage). Why it took him 18 months to get to this point I have no idea.
And the perp interest in clothing changing continues. As I was taking off my fleece vest at the hospital, the unfriendly nurse puts on a all too-fake throat clearing noise. Like WTF lady; don't try and tell me with a straight face that you had a throat issue just then when I have been relentlessly hounded at this juncture for 17 years. And too, all this while, never mind the procession of Fuckwits (bizarrely) wearing horizontal and vertical partial shirts, no shirts or every other excuse to change clothing, usually adding or subtracting a sweater or coat in my presence. This latest example of clothing changes goes to show how close the Psychopaths have my every move covered for their purposes.
I caught Winnie Brave at a local venue two days ago; a pre-birthday treat for myself, though I paid for it the next day in terms of the radiotherapy bowel damage issues. A great show, and well worth the impromptu (seemingly) decision to go.
Anyhow, another week passes of being Victim Central of the Relentless Abuse-athon,
knowing (yet again) that round number birthdays count for nothing. I really don't want to be 70 y.o. and be still kept under the Psychopath's thumb. Not even for another fucking day if I had my way.
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Sunday, July 07, 2019
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Sabotaged Email Sending
03-03-2012
1900h
I started on the significant assignment after a forced nap (didn't need the sleep), then timed awakening for dinner, then after dinner, and then when getting started, noise outbreaks; noisy vehicles outside, jabbering gangstalkers,
Then when sending an email, why, it got blocked and then when I looked at it, why, it had been sent 8 times for crissakes. Then, when looking at this very blog to record that fuckery, why, it became inaccessible all of a sudden. I can see how easily the whole world could get fucked by operating on the "cloud", the networked mainframes, and then the network getting wobbled all over.
Thudding and room vibrations while I am online, and flipping through web pages, some of them deeply colored. Earmuffs on the entire time, but if they want to add a concurrent noise with shaking the room, they don't have any problem with getting through my earmuffs.
03-04-2012
Water hammer noise is getting through my earmuffs as I write this; the perp excitement seems to be over doing extensive bookmarking of useful web pages for a Viticulture assignment.
Last night, a legs shave in the bath, followed by a shower to get the soapy scuzz off me, and then skin cream to trap the water in, all in the service of keeping skin moisture up and its tan enhancing properties. It seems to work, as my legs are much more tanned than the rest of me and I get tanned evenly at the tanning salon.
That was yesterday, a big stakeout and gangstalking, and having me wait 1.5 hours because of a sudden Saturaday rush of persons needing tanning, when the place was empty the same time the week before. But hey, they had me walk around, get and pack groceries, some of them brown colored, and chocolate too. And we all know how the perps go nutzo over presenting brown colors to me in metered and incremental doses. And too, many brown vehicles were courseing around me for the first 10 minutes after the tan when I was walking back. Not just the light colored metallic tan colors, barely different from the silver-grey gangstalking vehicles they like to place around me ad nauseum, but honest mid and deep brown metallic vehicles, some three at a time in various confluence configurations. This insane choreography of matching gangstalking vehicles, by colors, vehicle type (SUV's, sedans, trucks together) and even design features (e.g. low sloped rear windows), has now reached a new level after ten years of this insane depraved abuse. The perps have finally had the temerity, (or whatever scientific purpose they have), to place multiple and mobile brown vehicles around me, but only after getting tanned, as in browner skin, and wandering around with brown colored grocery items for 1.5 hours. Fucking ridiculous, and plain fucked in the head, them that is.
03-04-2012, 1300h
Kept inside for most of the day so far, and only outside time has been to get my laundry done, and lo, if that didn't get me the most dreaded of noises, the Harley Davidson motorcycle noise. As mentioned, this place overlooks the road beside Riverside Park in Penticton, BC, and that has been the "parade route" for excessive numbers of noise making vehicles for all the time I am here. Now, even if still winter and about 5C degrees, the perp assholes have put on the motorcycle noise they know I loathe most of all. I haven't run to the windows to part the curtains to see if it is real motorcycling indiots, or if is a noise-only event, but one can be sure they like to grind me down with this particular noise anytime of the year.
03-04-2012, 1600h
Clearly, doing laundry was extra exciting for the perps today, putting on a bicycle-attending stalker at the stairway when I had finished putting the laundry on in the washing machine. (A separate outside accessible laundry room here at this motel). Two more visits to get the laundry dried as they have arranged 45 min. dryer time per load, and it isn't enough. Back again to re-start the dryer, and again for the final time to retrieve the lot. And lo, if the bicycle stalker wasn't attending to his bicycle again, and lo, if there wasn't also a vagrant stalker hauling his stash of bottles and cans to his bicycle in the middle of the parking lot. And lo, if he wasn't bent over as I passed by, like a good and well trained gangstalker asshole, bent over at the waist to stretch his spine.
And I notice that the perps like to hold me up in getting on with my assignments; they pulled a 1.5 hour nap attack when I was set to get started yesterday afternoon. And I wasn't short on sleep, I didn't need a nap, all I wanted to do was get going after the morning had been sandbagged but the strangely delayed suntanning session.
03-05-2012
My watch's date is magically out by one day, as in adding a day. It registered Feb. 29 OK, and Mar. 01,02 etc. but somehow slipped a day and now reads Mar. 06. That "caused" me to write down the wrong date the entire day in Viticulture class, today. I cannot count the number of times the perps have played this game, from stratight ahead mind-fucks, to watch sabotage, but they get no end of thrills of having me get the date wrong, behind or forward, it "happens" in equal measure. I reckon since this depraved abuse they started in 04-2002, they have fucked me writing or typing the date incorrectly, not including typos, at least 400x. Fucking hilarious for the juvenile minds that govern perp-dom.
Brownstalking on the way into class at the college this morning. A brown uniformed Fuckwit was packing a cardboard box 50' away, and legit it was, as he was headed to some newly placed dumpsters that recycle cardboard. But lo, if the Fuckwit didn't "happen" to enter the classroom an hour later or so and ask the instructor to take a spare table, itself a light brown formica with deeper brown particleboard underneath. He is at least the 8th act that has arrived in the classroom in some guise in the last two months of classes.
03-06-2012
A forced nap at the most unusual time, after reading some 10 pages of a viticulture paper, a sudden nap attack at 1730h, normally dinner time for me. Naturally, everything got backed up as I started making dinner in a post-nap state, being made to feel "floaty" and disengaged while chopping the chicken meat. And how many times have I complained of extra arranged noise at that occasion, as well as arranged noises? Probably a few times, though on the abuse level it isn't too big. Though it has been consistent for the nine years of making my own regular chicken quesadilla mealtimes, another anomaly also. I never would of stood for eating the same food day-in, day-out, bur for some reason, (har, har), I don't mind, so to speak. And if one is doing an experiment on rats, what do they feed them? The same thing of course, to eliminate the diet variables.
And it should note, the floaty sensation is linked to decreased amygdala activity in one's brain, the site of psychic energies say the sort-of experts. So... all those poor folk suffering this along with the rest of the symptoms of anxiety attacks, guess what? You could well be invaded by the Psychopathic Confederacy if you will allow this moment of unsupported conflation. Yes, I had anxiety attacks once, and I had no idea what was happening to me at first, as the doctor said I was healthy. A total feeling of dread goes with it, and little did I know at the time I was invaded and controlled, known to my then wife, employer and others.
More "brown stalking" this morning; a cardboard box bearing pedestrian ahead of me, and just when I caught up to her to pass by, why, flattened cardbox box happened to be lying on the ground next to the sidewalk on her side. Funny how that "happens".
A morning on learning about Transportation of Dangerous Goods, and fairly detailed it was too. Thankfully the final quiz wasn't too much of a surprise. And lo, if the instructor didn't have his cardboard prop too, to show us what all those numbers and letters mean that are printed on the side.
The class freak was in full dread mode today, like yesterday. No rear hanging bag hat to hide it, though I am never sure what is worse to look at. And he made sure he was on show when I went for lunch, "happening" to make fast exit from the room so he could be seen coming toward me when in the lobby. And fucking disgusting it is to see a head full of dreads, about the most well-named hairstyle there is.
And more sabotage; the Songbird music application won't import all my music when it did before. There isn't much variation on how one does things in Songbird, save appearances (skins). Another piece of sabotage IMHO, and I haven't yet found Windows Media Player on my Windows 7 machine either. It has been long understood that the perps govern every instant of my existence, and music and movies are under tight control. Even in the long past I could never understand why I went off music for years at a time, but now it makes sense in this model of having a totally run life, though what they get from this I cannot say.
More cold temperature perversity at the college today. The classroom has been cool most mornings, and a number of us are in folded arms mode to conserve body heat. At lunch time, a few of us go to the new building and eat in the cafeteria where there is some sun streaming through the S. facing windows, and limited warming. But today, for some insane perverse reason, the kitchen staff opened up a side door when it was about 2C degrees outside, and with the perps' ability to create wind anywhere they want, why, the wind came gusting some 50' inside and chilled us down. I "felt" it the most, and hightailed it out of there to get back to the classroom, and kept my coat on for the afternoon, something I don't ordinarily do. The rest of the table stayed there for some 20 minutes, also odd, as they were equally displeased with the kitchen staff's games. Anyhow, yet another way of having me prematurely part company and have a just-used seat there at the table, something the perps have long managed for, these musical chair-like games.
And there was a profusion of masers and plasma beams coming off the intructor in the afternoon today; I suppose that wearing my coat for the first time in the classroom might have been the perp excitement, as they are decidedly nuts about clothing colors, fabric types, and what is worn where- inside or outside.
03-07-2012
2050h
Tractor driving, class gangstalking is relentless; this most strange habit of at least one of them planting themselves immediately in front of me to block my line of sight, always the taller males.
Obstructed at gym, the assholes made me suddenly tired after one quarter mile lap on the treadmill. I managed to get another lap done while running, and then it was too difficult to do anything but walk another lap. I had been doing four lap runs twice a week for the last three weeks, and suddenly this tiredness onset. Nothing new to me, as they did this to me for street running in 2003, and I had given it up until recent weeks, and the odd permitted treadmill runs in 2006 and 2007, when I was allowed to exercise with the insane level of gangstalkers around me, herding me here and there.
I was also obstructed from getting on and writing my assignment, the third obvious time this past week. (Other methods were forced nap attacks just when I wanted to get going). Then when allowed to put some work into it they fucked the Save, and it didn't/couldn't be saved. then the automatic Open Office recovery was blatantly stopped "automatic recovery interupted", so I ended up with no saved changes after 40min. of work. Just to think they were pulling this shit all the time in 2002, and here they are, back at it.
negro stalking hang-around by the negro cleaner, changing his hours so to hang around, as normally he is around at 1530h, but lo, if he didn't change it for me at 1630h. Then another negro was hanging around outside the gym on the other side of the door, so when I decided to pack it in, why the fucker went into lead-ahead gangstalk mode, making it utterly clear he wasn't waiting for anyone, but there for stalking.
then the assholes obstructed another save on the above assignment file, doing exactly the same thing, hanging my Save again.
And it seems that the Job Bank site shutdown was on the heels of no viticulture jobs for two weeks, seeming to prolong the no-job activity they had already started under a different guise. Only orchard jobs now it seems; another suckdown maybe, get the training and then no jobs materialize. Done it, as in having it done to me in 2010 and the assholes are pulling the same shit again. They also screwed me out of a GIS job in 1990, after ten months of training, as I was assigned to a database development project instead.
03-08-2012
A morning of learning about workplace hazardous materials and then a field trip to Oliver, the second time this week, to tour the Kubota dealership, and then a farm implement manufacturing plant.
Constant internet fuckery going on tonight, even my Google searches are getting blocked, and was only seeking the next page. Another site, where I was intently reading about a grape varietal problem, suddenly got swapped out and a page came up in the same livery, that they had retired the site. Hilarious, swapping out web pages as I am reading them and putting on the excuse that the website had retired just then.
Other excitement for the perps, going by the accompanying noise increase, was that I opened up a cover letter file that was given to me by a female classmate, (also very attractive) as a template to work from in order to enhance my own cover letter. It always seems to me that the perps are curtailing my cover letters, and I find myself "stuck" on what to say.
03-09-12
2100h
As part of the vitculture class, a tour of the Slimline plant in town, they make Turbo-mist sprayers for orchard and vineyards. An exam after that, with the perps running interference on which answers were correc, screwing me out of at least 4 of 25 marks. A delayed lunch, then a barbque at the instructor's property, some wine, two hamburgers, one sausage and then 20 min. of tractor driving, then it was time to go, 1700h
Dude babble and floor scraping sounds have been arranged next door for me to overhear. The noise came through at the same noise level after I put the earmuffs on. Then later, pounding and vibrating this place on and off for 15 minutes.
A legs shave last thing before be, always a big perp event too.
03-10-2012
A Saturday, and the usual bus trip to the tanning salon. I t was nowhere near the zoo it was at the same time last week, more in keeping with the apparent low demand at this time of year. But having made a reservation so I wouldn't get screwed like last week, why, I still had to wait 10 minutes because they fucked up my reservation and put me into the booth, when I always use the lie-down bed. And of course there was someone occupying it, so 10 minutes waiting on the lime green covered couch. And I shouldn't of been too surprised by the lime green gangstalkring vehicles and clothed persons afterward. As with last week, great numbers of vehicles surging in arranged clusters, usually a brown one ensconced among silver-grey and white vehicles, and in clusters of 6 to 10 vehicles. Sometimes they are all going over the speed limit, and other times well under, adding a new variation to the arrangements, coordinated vehicle speeds among the vehicular gangstalkers.
And some laundry got done today, the perps timing of a long haired male Fuckwit to be outside the laundry room door when I exited. The same Fuckwit managed to time his next gangstalking about two hours later, just as I was about to enter my apartment with my laundry. Said dude had tied up both washing machines with giant loads of clothes, and I wasn't about to start pulling his laundry out of the washing machine.
I was finally allowed to complete on getting a hair cut; a burst of one way vehicular gangstalker when I exited the shop. It was a training school, so I got a haircut for $11, and the trainee at first, and the instructor as well.
Heavy duty tromping dudes outside, heard through the earmuffs, at least once/min. for 60 minutes, while editing a document on the PC. Then a colossal crap, and for once, no toilet plunging and related games.
The the alarm clock went off by itsel.
Some pounding and vibration heard through the earmuffs as I switch to another window/tab in my browser; exciting moments for the perps, insane abusive depravity as I see it.
03-11-2012
A "tab attack", where all open tabs got closed without warning by means of some fuckery around the lame (and sabotaged IMHO) Firefox tab group interface, about the dumbest interface going with implied mouse commands and the fuzzed out background that one cannot get back to. This was arranged after a run-up of water running noises heard through the earmuffs, and then when I slammed them down realizing I had been fucked out of 20 open tabs in the middle of attempting to detail some facts related to the paper I am attempting to write, why, a sudden onset of vehicle noise outside. This insane procession of vehicles past a park on one side and this residential and hotel area on the other, and this route is not a major one out of town. So why all this vehicular gangstalking outside? Anyhow, a total invasive disruption/Fuckover stunt, when writing this paper has been nothng but an total adverserial experience, on top of typo sabotage.It is fucking insane, outrageous and utterly stupid to be cognivitely sabotaged down to my very last deed and thought.
I am in the process of fixing a flight reservation for which Irecieved no email or confirmation number. I haven't flown anywhere for over nine years, so no doubt the flying experience is going to be severely sandbagged, from making reservations and on from there. The perps have a pressing need to understand something about human interaction with the earth, and take every moment to exploit this, from elevator games/gangstalking on up. Now, they let me "graduate" to making a flight in late March. We shall see if it happens. I have only being on hold for 15 minutes after a pissing match with the voice recognition software they are using as their "help" system.
The last time they let me fly was to Salt Lake City from Seattle in the fall, so to speak, of 2002, when I returned to work for a while, only to get screwed again in in December, as in not allowed to keep a job due to pummeling head pain that was blockable momentarily by putting my arms over my head or loitering near metal objects. It usually took them no longer than a minute to re-aim the beam at me to bring on the head pain again. I suspect the assholes have neutered my brain's pain responses since then, and are delving into the same places, without the pain sensations. Occasionally I get a deep pain jab, often at a moment of cognitive realization, say, getting screwed by the assholes as I attempt to pick something up, always a major fuckable event.
I finally got a person to speak with about my non-reservation as it turned out. And too, repeating the name, email address, credit card and phone number twice, the first time for the person to look for my reservation and possible credit card charge, and then again to make the booking.
Separately, an address change is going for the fourth round; unrelenting fuckups that are being made by a real person. somehow, the adress change didn't go through in time, so instead of getting the journal a week later after it being re-directed, why, it spent six weeks in limbo (somehow), and I didn't recieve it until early March instead of mid-January. It was the professional foresters monthly journal, and contained the notice of the annual meeting taking place in the same city I vacated after 10 years of being kept there (Victoria, BC). So.. all my forestry colleagues who attended the annual meeting, converged on the city 6 weeks after I departed for this viticulture school gig that I am now on. And too, someone didn't want me to know that, so they kept the journal in circulation so to speak, as in witholding my mail until it was long over. Nice of them, controlling whom I see and even ponder about.
I got to get this off, as I will be on a work practicum this week. Strange things are bound to happen, and I rented a vehicle to get there and back.
1900h
I started on the significant assignment after a forced nap (didn't need the sleep), then timed awakening for dinner, then after dinner, and then when getting started, noise outbreaks; noisy vehicles outside, jabbering gangstalkers,
Then when sending an email, why, it got blocked and then when I looked at it, why, it had been sent 8 times for crissakes. Then, when looking at this very blog to record that fuckery, why, it became inaccessible all of a sudden. I can see how easily the whole world could get fucked by operating on the "cloud", the networked mainframes, and then the network getting wobbled all over.
Thudding and room vibrations while I am online, and flipping through web pages, some of them deeply colored. Earmuffs on the entire time, but if they want to add a concurrent noise with shaking the room, they don't have any problem with getting through my earmuffs.
03-04-2012
Water hammer noise is getting through my earmuffs as I write this; the perp excitement seems to be over doing extensive bookmarking of useful web pages for a Viticulture assignment.
Last night, a legs shave in the bath, followed by a shower to get the soapy scuzz off me, and then skin cream to trap the water in, all in the service of keeping skin moisture up and its tan enhancing properties. It seems to work, as my legs are much more tanned than the rest of me and I get tanned evenly at the tanning salon.
That was yesterday, a big stakeout and gangstalking, and having me wait 1.5 hours because of a sudden Saturaday rush of persons needing tanning, when the place was empty the same time the week before. But hey, they had me walk around, get and pack groceries, some of them brown colored, and chocolate too. And we all know how the perps go nutzo over presenting brown colors to me in metered and incremental doses. And too, many brown vehicles were courseing around me for the first 10 minutes after the tan when I was walking back. Not just the light colored metallic tan colors, barely different from the silver-grey gangstalking vehicles they like to place around me ad nauseum, but honest mid and deep brown metallic vehicles, some three at a time in various confluence configurations. This insane choreography of matching gangstalking vehicles, by colors, vehicle type (SUV's, sedans, trucks together) and even design features (e.g. low sloped rear windows), has now reached a new level after ten years of this insane depraved abuse. The perps have finally had the temerity, (or whatever scientific purpose they have), to place multiple and mobile brown vehicles around me, but only after getting tanned, as in browner skin, and wandering around with brown colored grocery items for 1.5 hours. Fucking ridiculous, and plain fucked in the head, them that is.
03-04-2012, 1300h
Kept inside for most of the day so far, and only outside time has been to get my laundry done, and lo, if that didn't get me the most dreaded of noises, the Harley Davidson motorcycle noise. As mentioned, this place overlooks the road beside Riverside Park in Penticton, BC, and that has been the "parade route" for excessive numbers of noise making vehicles for all the time I am here. Now, even if still winter and about 5C degrees, the perp assholes have put on the motorcycle noise they know I loathe most of all. I haven't run to the windows to part the curtains to see if it is real motorcycling indiots, or if is a noise-only event, but one can be sure they like to grind me down with this particular noise anytime of the year.
03-04-2012, 1600h
Clearly, doing laundry was extra exciting for the perps today, putting on a bicycle-attending stalker at the stairway when I had finished putting the laundry on in the washing machine. (A separate outside accessible laundry room here at this motel). Two more visits to get the laundry dried as they have arranged 45 min. dryer time per load, and it isn't enough. Back again to re-start the dryer, and again for the final time to retrieve the lot. And lo, if the bicycle stalker wasn't attending to his bicycle again, and lo, if there wasn't also a vagrant stalker hauling his stash of bottles and cans to his bicycle in the middle of the parking lot. And lo, if he wasn't bent over as I passed by, like a good and well trained gangstalker asshole, bent over at the waist to stretch his spine.
And I notice that the perps like to hold me up in getting on with my assignments; they pulled a 1.5 hour nap attack when I was set to get started yesterday afternoon. And I wasn't short on sleep, I didn't need a nap, all I wanted to do was get going after the morning had been sandbagged but the strangely delayed suntanning session.
03-05-2012
My watch's date is magically out by one day, as in adding a day. It registered Feb. 29 OK, and Mar. 01,02 etc. but somehow slipped a day and now reads Mar. 06. That "caused" me to write down the wrong date the entire day in Viticulture class, today. I cannot count the number of times the perps have played this game, from stratight ahead mind-fucks, to watch sabotage, but they get no end of thrills of having me get the date wrong, behind or forward, it "happens" in equal measure. I reckon since this depraved abuse they started in 04-2002, they have fucked me writing or typing the date incorrectly, not including typos, at least 400x. Fucking hilarious for the juvenile minds that govern perp-dom.
Brownstalking on the way into class at the college this morning. A brown uniformed Fuckwit was packing a cardboard box 50' away, and legit it was, as he was headed to some newly placed dumpsters that recycle cardboard. But lo, if the Fuckwit didn't "happen" to enter the classroom an hour later or so and ask the instructor to take a spare table, itself a light brown formica with deeper brown particleboard underneath. He is at least the 8th act that has arrived in the classroom in some guise in the last two months of classes.
03-06-2012
A forced nap at the most unusual time, after reading some 10 pages of a viticulture paper, a sudden nap attack at 1730h, normally dinner time for me. Naturally, everything got backed up as I started making dinner in a post-nap state, being made to feel "floaty" and disengaged while chopping the chicken meat. And how many times have I complained of extra arranged noise at that occasion, as well as arranged noises? Probably a few times, though on the abuse level it isn't too big. Though it has been consistent for the nine years of making my own regular chicken quesadilla mealtimes, another anomaly also. I never would of stood for eating the same food day-in, day-out, bur for some reason, (har, har), I don't mind, so to speak. And if one is doing an experiment on rats, what do they feed them? The same thing of course, to eliminate the diet variables.
And it should note, the floaty sensation is linked to decreased amygdala activity in one's brain, the site of psychic energies say the sort-of experts. So... all those poor folk suffering this along with the rest of the symptoms of anxiety attacks, guess what? You could well be invaded by the Psychopathic Confederacy if you will allow this moment of unsupported conflation. Yes, I had anxiety attacks once, and I had no idea what was happening to me at first, as the doctor said I was healthy. A total feeling of dread goes with it, and little did I know at the time I was invaded and controlled, known to my then wife, employer and others.
More "brown stalking" this morning; a cardboard box bearing pedestrian ahead of me, and just when I caught up to her to pass by, why, flattened cardbox box happened to be lying on the ground next to the sidewalk on her side. Funny how that "happens".
A morning on learning about Transportation of Dangerous Goods, and fairly detailed it was too. Thankfully the final quiz wasn't too much of a surprise. And lo, if the instructor didn't have his cardboard prop too, to show us what all those numbers and letters mean that are printed on the side.
The class freak was in full dread mode today, like yesterday. No rear hanging bag hat to hide it, though I am never sure what is worse to look at. And he made sure he was on show when I went for lunch, "happening" to make fast exit from the room so he could be seen coming toward me when in the lobby. And fucking disgusting it is to see a head full of dreads, about the most well-named hairstyle there is.
And more sabotage; the Songbird music application won't import all my music when it did before. There isn't much variation on how one does things in Songbird, save appearances (skins). Another piece of sabotage IMHO, and I haven't yet found Windows Media Player on my Windows 7 machine either. It has been long understood that the perps govern every instant of my existence, and music and movies are under tight control. Even in the long past I could never understand why I went off music for years at a time, but now it makes sense in this model of having a totally run life, though what they get from this I cannot say.
More cold temperature perversity at the college today. The classroom has been cool most mornings, and a number of us are in folded arms mode to conserve body heat. At lunch time, a few of us go to the new building and eat in the cafeteria where there is some sun streaming through the S. facing windows, and limited warming. But today, for some insane perverse reason, the kitchen staff opened up a side door when it was about 2C degrees outside, and with the perps' ability to create wind anywhere they want, why, the wind came gusting some 50' inside and chilled us down. I "felt" it the most, and hightailed it out of there to get back to the classroom, and kept my coat on for the afternoon, something I don't ordinarily do. The rest of the table stayed there for some 20 minutes, also odd, as they were equally displeased with the kitchen staff's games. Anyhow, yet another way of having me prematurely part company and have a just-used seat there at the table, something the perps have long managed for, these musical chair-like games.
And there was a profusion of masers and plasma beams coming off the intructor in the afternoon today; I suppose that wearing my coat for the first time in the classroom might have been the perp excitement, as they are decidedly nuts about clothing colors, fabric types, and what is worn where- inside or outside.
03-07-2012
2050h
Tractor driving, class gangstalking is relentless; this most strange habit of at least one of them planting themselves immediately in front of me to block my line of sight, always the taller males.
Obstructed at gym, the assholes made me suddenly tired after one quarter mile lap on the treadmill. I managed to get another lap done while running, and then it was too difficult to do anything but walk another lap. I had been doing four lap runs twice a week for the last three weeks, and suddenly this tiredness onset. Nothing new to me, as they did this to me for street running in 2003, and I had given it up until recent weeks, and the odd permitted treadmill runs in 2006 and 2007, when I was allowed to exercise with the insane level of gangstalkers around me, herding me here and there.
I was also obstructed from getting on and writing my assignment, the third obvious time this past week. (Other methods were forced nap attacks just when I wanted to get going). Then when allowed to put some work into it they fucked the Save, and it didn't/couldn't be saved. then the automatic Open Office recovery was blatantly stopped "automatic recovery interupted", so I ended up with no saved changes after 40min. of work. Just to think they were pulling this shit all the time in 2002, and here they are, back at it.
negro stalking hang-around by the negro cleaner, changing his hours so to hang around, as normally he is around at 1530h, but lo, if he didn't change it for me at 1630h. Then another negro was hanging around outside the gym on the other side of the door, so when I decided to pack it in, why the fucker went into lead-ahead gangstalk mode, making it utterly clear he wasn't waiting for anyone, but there for stalking.
then the assholes obstructed another save on the above assignment file, doing exactly the same thing, hanging my Save again.
And it seems that the Job Bank site shutdown was on the heels of no viticulture jobs for two weeks, seeming to prolong the no-job activity they had already started under a different guise. Only orchard jobs now it seems; another suckdown maybe, get the training and then no jobs materialize. Done it, as in having it done to me in 2010 and the assholes are pulling the same shit again. They also screwed me out of a GIS job in 1990, after ten months of training, as I was assigned to a database development project instead.
03-08-2012
A morning of learning about workplace hazardous materials and then a field trip to Oliver, the second time this week, to tour the Kubota dealership, and then a farm implement manufacturing plant.
Constant internet fuckery going on tonight, even my Google searches are getting blocked, and was only seeking the next page. Another site, where I was intently reading about a grape varietal problem, suddenly got swapped out and a page came up in the same livery, that they had retired the site. Hilarious, swapping out web pages as I am reading them and putting on the excuse that the website had retired just then.
Other excitement for the perps, going by the accompanying noise increase, was that I opened up a cover letter file that was given to me by a female classmate, (also very attractive) as a template to work from in order to enhance my own cover letter. It always seems to me that the perps are curtailing my cover letters, and I find myself "stuck" on what to say.
03-09-12
2100h
As part of the vitculture class, a tour of the Slimline plant in town, they make Turbo-mist sprayers for orchard and vineyards. An exam after that, with the perps running interference on which answers were correc, screwing me out of at least 4 of 25 marks. A delayed lunch, then a barbque at the instructor's property, some wine, two hamburgers, one sausage and then 20 min. of tractor driving, then it was time to go, 1700h
Dude babble and floor scraping sounds have been arranged next door for me to overhear. The noise came through at the same noise level after I put the earmuffs on. Then later, pounding and vibrating this place on and off for 15 minutes.
A legs shave last thing before be, always a big perp event too.
03-10-2012
A Saturday, and the usual bus trip to the tanning salon. I t was nowhere near the zoo it was at the same time last week, more in keeping with the apparent low demand at this time of year. But having made a reservation so I wouldn't get screwed like last week, why, I still had to wait 10 minutes because they fucked up my reservation and put me into the booth, when I always use the lie-down bed. And of course there was someone occupying it, so 10 minutes waiting on the lime green covered couch. And I shouldn't of been too surprised by the lime green gangstalkring vehicles and clothed persons afterward. As with last week, great numbers of vehicles surging in arranged clusters, usually a brown one ensconced among silver-grey and white vehicles, and in clusters of 6 to 10 vehicles. Sometimes they are all going over the speed limit, and other times well under, adding a new variation to the arrangements, coordinated vehicle speeds among the vehicular gangstalkers.
And some laundry got done today, the perps timing of a long haired male Fuckwit to be outside the laundry room door when I exited. The same Fuckwit managed to time his next gangstalking about two hours later, just as I was about to enter my apartment with my laundry. Said dude had tied up both washing machines with giant loads of clothes, and I wasn't about to start pulling his laundry out of the washing machine.
I was finally allowed to complete on getting a hair cut; a burst of one way vehicular gangstalker when I exited the shop. It was a training school, so I got a haircut for $11, and the trainee at first, and the instructor as well.
Heavy duty tromping dudes outside, heard through the earmuffs, at least once/min. for 60 minutes, while editing a document on the PC. Then a colossal crap, and for once, no toilet plunging and related games.
The the alarm clock went off by itsel.
Some pounding and vibration heard through the earmuffs as I switch to another window/tab in my browser; exciting moments for the perps, insane abusive depravity as I see it.
03-11-2012
A "tab attack", where all open tabs got closed without warning by means of some fuckery around the lame (and sabotaged IMHO) Firefox tab group interface, about the dumbest interface going with implied mouse commands and the fuzzed out background that one cannot get back to. This was arranged after a run-up of water running noises heard through the earmuffs, and then when I slammed them down realizing I had been fucked out of 20 open tabs in the middle of attempting to detail some facts related to the paper I am attempting to write, why, a sudden onset of vehicle noise outside. This insane procession of vehicles past a park on one side and this residential and hotel area on the other, and this route is not a major one out of town. So why all this vehicular gangstalking outside? Anyhow, a total invasive disruption/Fuckover stunt, when writing this paper has been nothng but an total adverserial experience, on top of typo sabotage.It is fucking insane, outrageous and utterly stupid to be cognivitely sabotaged down to my very last deed and thought.
I am in the process of fixing a flight reservation for which Irecieved no email or confirmation number. I haven't flown anywhere for over nine years, so no doubt the flying experience is going to be severely sandbagged, from making reservations and on from there. The perps have a pressing need to understand something about human interaction with the earth, and take every moment to exploit this, from elevator games/gangstalking on up. Now, they let me "graduate" to making a flight in late March. We shall see if it happens. I have only being on hold for 15 minutes after a pissing match with the voice recognition software they are using as their "help" system.
The last time they let me fly was to Salt Lake City from Seattle in the fall, so to speak, of 2002, when I returned to work for a while, only to get screwed again in in December, as in not allowed to keep a job due to pummeling head pain that was blockable momentarily by putting my arms over my head or loitering near metal objects. It usually took them no longer than a minute to re-aim the beam at me to bring on the head pain again. I suspect the assholes have neutered my brain's pain responses since then, and are delving into the same places, without the pain sensations. Occasionally I get a deep pain jab, often at a moment of cognitive realization, say, getting screwed by the assholes as I attempt to pick something up, always a major fuckable event.
I finally got a person to speak with about my non-reservation as it turned out. And too, repeating the name, email address, credit card and phone number twice, the first time for the person to look for my reservation and possible credit card charge, and then again to make the booking.
Separately, an address change is going for the fourth round; unrelenting fuckups that are being made by a real person. somehow, the adress change didn't go through in time, so instead of getting the journal a week later after it being re-directed, why, it spent six weeks in limbo (somehow), and I didn't recieve it until early March instead of mid-January. It was the professional foresters monthly journal, and contained the notice of the annual meeting taking place in the same city I vacated after 10 years of being kept there (Victoria, BC). So.. all my forestry colleagues who attended the annual meeting, converged on the city 6 weeks after I departed for this viticulture school gig that I am now on. And too, someone didn't want me to know that, so they kept the journal in circulation so to speak, as in witholding my mail until it was long over. Nice of them, controlling whom I see and even ponder about.
I got to get this off, as I will be on a work practicum this week. Strange things are bound to happen, and I rented a vehicle to get there and back.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Dusk Onset Games
01-11-2012
A photo for my library card was the last thing today at the college, and a cute babe was on the camera, showing off plenty of cleavage with a low cut top, seeming in keeping with the perps' need to have me view such about 3x to 5x/week. The day before, the Ford dealership cashier had a decided low cut blouse.
And after the photo, they pulled the plasma in my face stunt, as if it was a retina burn from the flash, which it wasn't, being an old pro at this kind of fuckery. This gave them the excuse to have the rectangular shape follow me outside as well, going past the red and yellow dressed pair pausing at the doorway when exiting the building. And lo, if they didn't play this up all the more by giving me a
shit sensation in my ass for the walk home. Nothing was there as it "happened". This was dusk onset, as it is earlier as one is more east in a given time zone.
I went out to get stationary items, then LD and lo, if they didn't put on the second negro (woman this time) in two days exiting the mall as I entered. When I got back to the motel where I reside there was a dude standing next to my vehicle, and the one beside it. He was at the driver's door, making out that he was a passenger in the other vehicle and was waiting for someone. And lo, if he doesn't turn his head on cue to reveal his ridiculous ponytail. And what is about the perps that they have to hound me for over 10 years with this ridiculous hairdo.And why do they need to catch me at certain locations with these visages of the Unfavored Freaks making themselves extra obvious.
01-12-2012
1645h
The frequency of handwriting and keystroke errors has doubled since I moved to this town, and is all the more noticeable as I am taking notes in my Viticulture classes and the assholes won't let me write more than a two syllable word/phrase without forcing a handwriting errors.
And after speaking with the one good looking woman in the class at lunchtime in the cafeteria, why, an army dressed dude in camo, floppy camo hat and sunblasses (inside) arrives as we were in the foyer and exiting the building. He didn't look like a student even, just some fugly military wacko. Back to fugly Unfavoreds on the heels of being in the proximity of a Favored. She is married and I have no interest in bringing anyone into this pit of fucking hell.
An obstruction holdup at the LD checkout, and a redcoat gangstalker arrived behind me with the major obese woman cashier woman doing lots of talking to the granny woman in front of me. And then the redcoat woman did bend-overs, seeming looking for something on the floor. And have I mentioned how many times the gangstalkers have done their public bendovers, because taking yoga classes wasn't enough? Many hundreds of times.
01-13-2012
A Field Trip to two wineries near Summerland, 15 min. up the Hwy 97. And what is it that the class members have taken to wearing red coats, red shoes, red shoelaces and course around me, and taking turns doing so? An extra babe added into the class, the girlfriend of the E. Indian freak with partial dreads and a bag hat to contain whatever else is on his head.
Other strangeness on the Field Trip was on apparent visitor with three blonde women, as if they were wine buying customers, and they joined the fray as well. First they strangely hung around outside for 10 minutes when it was -8C degrees outside, and the proprietor had gone outside to ask them in. But now, they engaged in this perverseness that only the perps could answer for, putting on Favoreds (blonde women) with an accompanying dude (Unfavored).
And again, on the Field Trip, we went outside to do vine pruning, and my just-sharpened pruners weren't cutting much at all. I cannot count the many times the perps have gone into beserkness when I cut foliage, and how the blade has been sharpened. It was a diamond file that seems to have out. It was a gather-round-me while using my Felco pruners which had been fastidiously sharpened with a prematurely worn diamond file two nights ago. It was on a belt around my waist, so no doubt that too was a big deal too, arranging black colored fabric around me as they like to test me with straps, seatbelts and the like.
Just as I returned to the parking lot, and with the headlights still on, why, a negro woman walks in front of the vehicle, strutting the dreads again, my daily negro gangstalking just when I thought I was going to have a negro-free day.
01-15-2012
Back from a weekend visit to the out-of-town brother, sister-in-law and niece. For a while, despite masers and plasmic sightings, I was relatively free of extra-conventional fuckery of things going constantly wrong. Some family pics to view this morning were interesting, as he accompanied my mother on a visit to Britain in the fall, and he had a number of photos that I hadn't seen.
And he invited me to join him in his swimming training that he is doing for an Ironman triathalon later this year. I haven't lap-swum for nine years, and experienced another never-before event, in that I did not suffer my usual fatigue when taking on aerobic activity unless sufficiently trained. I swam for 20 minutes straight without fatiguing which is most unusual, as it doesn't take more than 3 minutes for me to need a rest.
01-16-2012
Back to class today. It is colder, but not enough to discourage my 15 min. walk to the college. A major piss-off last night when I attended to my accounts in Quicken. Some $95 is missing from my wallet with no accounting for how it disappeared. The last entries I made was two days ago, so there should not of been any surprises. All this is due to the fact that my bank fees doubled, so now I take out more cash for smaller transactions. And lo, if this wasn't an opportunity for the Fuckwits and their materialization and telekinetic fuckery to steal money from my wallet. And they do like to mess with my wallet contents, put on extra gangstalkers when I get cash from the ATM (or spend it), and seem to have upped the ante now that they are having me use green $20 bills. Orange $50's and brown polymer (new) $100's to follow in the years to come. Woo-hoo, it has taken them close to ten years to advance their wallet contents research (on me), having me use the debit card most of the time. I can hardly wait; another ten fucking years of this insane relentless abuse before they will figure out $50 bills, and so it goes.
And I see in class, in the afternoon, the E. Indian with the bag hat, removed it to show off his head full of dreads. It took a week of inculcation with his almost fully covered head to be revealed, and I would prefer the bag hat over dreads anytime. And he was the recording person for our little break-out group, forcing me to look as his warm-up dreads that somehow escaped the bag-hat before the post lunch reveal of all his dreads.
Another piss-off was that my $20 phone card went missing, the assholes setting me up to call someone (as they didn't reply to my email) and then me "finding" that it was gone. Why didn't they jerk me around over a $10 card instead, as I only bought it a week ago, and hardly used it. I was infuriated over this, following the above wallet contents theft yesterday, but not loudly, as they make me tone it down.
No negro crossing my path today, as the perps were good for four in four consecutive days in this small town. Though, the perps did put on two turban acts to pass nearby, as I was again having lunch with the above mentioned good looking woman, and two others also.
I had better get this posted, as another week could slip by, given that I was wanting to publish a posting each day, and somehow it didn't "happen".
A photo for my library card was the last thing today at the college, and a cute babe was on the camera, showing off plenty of cleavage with a low cut top, seeming in keeping with the perps' need to have me view such about 3x to 5x/week. The day before, the Ford dealership cashier had a decided low cut blouse.
And after the photo, they pulled the plasma in my face stunt, as if it was a retina burn from the flash, which it wasn't, being an old pro at this kind of fuckery. This gave them the excuse to have the rectangular shape follow me outside as well, going past the red and yellow dressed pair pausing at the doorway when exiting the building. And lo, if they didn't play this up all the more by giving me a
shit sensation in my ass for the walk home. Nothing was there as it "happened". This was dusk onset, as it is earlier as one is more east in a given time zone.
I went out to get stationary items, then LD and lo, if they didn't put on the second negro (woman this time) in two days exiting the mall as I entered. When I got back to the motel where I reside there was a dude standing next to my vehicle, and the one beside it. He was at the driver's door, making out that he was a passenger in the other vehicle and was waiting for someone. And lo, if he doesn't turn his head on cue to reveal his ridiculous ponytail. And what is about the perps that they have to hound me for over 10 years with this ridiculous hairdo.And why do they need to catch me at certain locations with these visages of the Unfavored Freaks making themselves extra obvious.
01-12-2012
1645h
The frequency of handwriting and keystroke errors has doubled since I moved to this town, and is all the more noticeable as I am taking notes in my Viticulture classes and the assholes won't let me write more than a two syllable word/phrase without forcing a handwriting errors.
And after speaking with the one good looking woman in the class at lunchtime in the cafeteria, why, an army dressed dude in camo, floppy camo hat and sunblasses (inside) arrives as we were in the foyer and exiting the building. He didn't look like a student even, just some fugly military wacko. Back to fugly Unfavoreds on the heels of being in the proximity of a Favored. She is married and I have no interest in bringing anyone into this pit of fucking hell.
An obstruction holdup at the LD checkout, and a redcoat gangstalker arrived behind me with the major obese woman cashier woman doing lots of talking to the granny woman in front of me. And then the redcoat woman did bend-overs, seeming looking for something on the floor. And have I mentioned how many times the gangstalkers have done their public bendovers, because taking yoga classes wasn't enough? Many hundreds of times.
01-13-2012
A Field Trip to two wineries near Summerland, 15 min. up the Hwy 97. And what is it that the class members have taken to wearing red coats, red shoes, red shoelaces and course around me, and taking turns doing so? An extra babe added into the class, the girlfriend of the E. Indian freak with partial dreads and a bag hat to contain whatever else is on his head.
Other strangeness on the Field Trip was on apparent visitor with three blonde women, as if they were wine buying customers, and they joined the fray as well. First they strangely hung around outside for 10 minutes when it was -8C degrees outside, and the proprietor had gone outside to ask them in. But now, they engaged in this perverseness that only the perps could answer for, putting on Favoreds (blonde women) with an accompanying dude (Unfavored).
And again, on the Field Trip, we went outside to do vine pruning, and my just-sharpened pruners weren't cutting much at all. I cannot count the many times the perps have gone into beserkness when I cut foliage, and how the blade has been sharpened. It was a diamond file that seems to have out. It was a gather-round-me while using my Felco pruners which had been fastidiously sharpened with a prematurely worn diamond file two nights ago. It was on a belt around my waist, so no doubt that too was a big deal too, arranging black colored fabric around me as they like to test me with straps, seatbelts and the like.
Just as I returned to the parking lot, and with the headlights still on, why, a negro woman walks in front of the vehicle, strutting the dreads again, my daily negro gangstalking just when I thought I was going to have a negro-free day.
01-15-2012
Back from a weekend visit to the out-of-town brother, sister-in-law and niece. For a while, despite masers and plasmic sightings, I was relatively free of extra-conventional fuckery of things going constantly wrong. Some family pics to view this morning were interesting, as he accompanied my mother on a visit to Britain in the fall, and he had a number of photos that I hadn't seen.
And he invited me to join him in his swimming training that he is doing for an Ironman triathalon later this year. I haven't lap-swum for nine years, and experienced another never-before event, in that I did not suffer my usual fatigue when taking on aerobic activity unless sufficiently trained. I swam for 20 minutes straight without fatiguing which is most unusual, as it doesn't take more than 3 minutes for me to need a rest.
01-16-2012
Back to class today. It is colder, but not enough to discourage my 15 min. walk to the college. A major piss-off last night when I attended to my accounts in Quicken. Some $95 is missing from my wallet with no accounting for how it disappeared. The last entries I made was two days ago, so there should not of been any surprises. All this is due to the fact that my bank fees doubled, so now I take out more cash for smaller transactions. And lo, if this wasn't an opportunity for the Fuckwits and their materialization and telekinetic fuckery to steal money from my wallet. And they do like to mess with my wallet contents, put on extra gangstalkers when I get cash from the ATM (or spend it), and seem to have upped the ante now that they are having me use green $20 bills. Orange $50's and brown polymer (new) $100's to follow in the years to come. Woo-hoo, it has taken them close to ten years to advance their wallet contents research (on me), having me use the debit card most of the time. I can hardly wait; another ten fucking years of this insane relentless abuse before they will figure out $50 bills, and so it goes.
And I see in class, in the afternoon, the E. Indian with the bag hat, removed it to show off his head full of dreads. It took a week of inculcation with his almost fully covered head to be revealed, and I would prefer the bag hat over dreads anytime. And he was the recording person for our little break-out group, forcing me to look as his warm-up dreads that somehow escaped the bag-hat before the post lunch reveal of all his dreads.
Another piss-off was that my $20 phone card went missing, the assholes setting me up to call someone (as they didn't reply to my email) and then me "finding" that it was gone. Why didn't they jerk me around over a $10 card instead, as I only bought it a week ago, and hardly used it. I was infuriated over this, following the above wallet contents theft yesterday, but not loudly, as they make me tone it down.
No negro crossing my path today, as the perps were good for four in four consecutive days in this small town. Though, the perps did put on two turban acts to pass nearby, as I was again having lunch with the above mentioned good looking woman, and two others also.
I had better get this posted, as another week could slip by, given that I was wanting to publish a posting each day, and somehow it didn't "happen".
Saturday, May 07, 2011
Noise Combinations
1045h
A duo of noises are combining and both strangely getting through my earmuffs. An overhead drumming or thumping that seems music related, and a low hooting noise from outside that seems to be randomized, though averaging 1x/second. Then they both stop at the same moment, and restart together. Now how can that be anything but arranged?
1345h
Reading about wines and winemaking in the Okanagan has got me some tapping noises on the other side of this wall. Yet again, ever since this insane abuse erupted in 2002, I have endless events of faux neighbors tapping on their walls. Not to mention the more inexplicable events of overhead tapping that then slowly travels down the wall to the adjacent faux neighbor. That takes at least two cooperating neighbors, har, har, so how can that be anything but orchestrated? Same conclusion as above; interesting that I had a meal in between.
And a fraught one it was, making quesadillas from scratch, having one quarter slice that then feeds me for three more meals. At least ten rage-ifcations over the usual provocations of sending me to the wrong cupboard/drawer for an items, mysterious slopping of coconut oil splatter on the stove top when it is a solid substance at room temperature so how did that happen?, then crumb arrivals of no ostensible cause, and a few more for which I am not allowed to recall. One other, the faux new upstairs neighbors have consistently made noise the same as the old ones, the seeming transition on or about May 01, witnessed when forced upstairs to use their dryer. And today, they again situated the overhead rumbling noise over me in the kitchen, and for the first time since the putative move in, the overhead squeaking wheel noise erupted. Which is to say, someone seems to be wheeling around a squeaky wheeled safe or other heavy object exactly overhead of where I am in this apartment, and has this same habit as the last putative overhead tenants. Big joke that. And like the former tenants, har, har, they also situated this noise over me when in the bathroom shaving, another high perp interest event, even if it is every day almost and full frontal coverage. Not to mention they also inflicted at least four blood letting lesions, which are not nicks as they are round and are never felt. One was at least 1/8" deep and required extra steptic pencil time to abate, and these protracted lesion abatements seem to be increasing. One reason seems to be that depending which side it is on, and almost always in my abdominal region, my hand that is applying the steptic pencil may obstruct my view of my genitals for a short time until the wound is staunched. And this seems to be important for the assholes, getting more "dick tour" time as I have come to call it. Another supporting stunt is for them to plant the image of my dick in my peripherial vision when it shouldn't be there at all, especially when looking forward. They like to noisestalk these events too, and this morning's nonsense they brought on overhead seems to point to the fact that they wanted extra noise for this extra deep lesion with its protracted staunching time with the steptic pencil. Such are the perverse vagaries of having insane and abusive assholes on top of one's every move/thought.
1540h
A round of screaming at the assholes after three rounds of overhead pounding noise erupted while cleaning the dishes from tea and chocolate. The perps go beserk with stunts and noise when cleaning the dishes, and when there is a small amount I clean them with the faucet water running. It is likely clear to TI's that the perps love to arrange events with running water, and add extra noise at that moment. Which includes urination of course, with the added perp attractant of yellow color. And all the running water noise has changed over the last few months. When water falls a longer distance, say 10' or more, it makes a crackling noise more than a splashing noise. And lo, if all the water and pee noises haven't been incrementally altered to have a crackling noise, even if dropping 12" or less.
More overhead pounding as I look over online job sites, and bookmark a few promising ones. This is the first time I have looked at these sites in the daytime in months. I could never figure out why I wasn't allowed to get on with this when I had the availible time. It seems to be some kind of exercise that like everything else, has some kind of non-conventional association with light sources. Go figure.
Science time;
And where is the seat of psychic energies and activities? Some say it is in the amygdala portion of the brain where emotions are processed. And here is a new study which uses a MRI to detect where in the brain one detects improvisation among musicians. Another name for a novel sound, and could it be the same reason that I get inundated with novel sounds when something routine is happening? The assholes allowed me to find this a few days ago, and are pounding the ceiling overhead as I type this up, so it must be important to them, and even describe what they are up to.
And after studying snails's neural cells in a dish it seems that researchers are looking to reduce or delete traumatization associations. Well, isn't that a good excuse for messing with someone's head? But if they can delete 99% of my recall from age 2 to 5, it shows that even regular non-traumatic memories can be deleted forwith. But it is the subconscious traumatization associations, not their recollection, that the perps seem to be working on.
Hence some of this morning's hijinx when making a run to the LD store when they fucked me out of recalling that my Rx needed to be picked up yesterday. All to extend their play games of having me go two successive days with no yellow medications, typically a Monday when I return from the First Feral Family stayover. This week, I stayed there Monday, and then Thursday night, missing Friday's (yesterday) Rx as they always screw me out of taking any there. So, with a recall deletion over getting it yesterday when I was sitting around all afternoon, they remind me of it this morning, after the usual intake time after shaving and dental hygiene. Maybe that is why they pounded overhead when I was in the bathroom.
Back to subconscious traumatization gangstalkers; first there was the lost construction workers when outbound, three of them seemingly unattached to any local job, one with a backwards hardhat on. The one with the limp jaywalked (go figure), took his time to spit in mid-street, and then at the curb did his bend-over, ass facing me from 10' away. A vehicle pased in between and then the able-bodied two began to jaywalk, though the traffic signal change and I got to cross paths with them in mid-street. And have I mentioned how often the perps do spinal stretches, most notably bend-overs? Many times, and many strange circumstances. One step from the "crapping position" they sometimes do in public, though pants on so far.
Then to the LD store and the bearded dude arrives ahead of me, who turned out to loiter around 2' from me when picking up the Milka chocolate they sometimes have there. The Fuckwit stopped right behind me, back facing me, all for the moment of being there when I picked up the lavender colored wrapped chocolate. The granny stalker was doing her loitering 4' away, and an aisle constricting display was exactly behind me. The bearded Fuckwit went on to do at least three more gangstalking reprises, almost sending me to the cloistered computer section to get him out of my sight.
Once outside, why, the Phillipino woman in white pants comes running around the corner for no concievable reason, as the store had just opened so WTF? I get many running Fuckwits as previously blogged, and I can only assume it is to increase energetic interaction, such as swiping a magnet past a copper coil; the faster and closer it is, the more electrical current is generated. And I have mentioned that I seem to be contained in a densified magnetic field, measured at over 1600 Gauss in 2009. (Over 180 Gauss in 12-2002). And too, the sight of white pants is particular perturbing of late, so maybe this gangstalker was there to mix up the Unfavoreds into and onto a single body; brown skin, white pants. It is unlikely that there were such when the perps applied what I suspect was unrestrained abuse during thoe memory deleted years, aged 2 to 5, 1956 to 1959. The theme of the Unfavoreds and their supporting gangstalker comportment and props is that it was clinical (hence white colors, wheelchairs), it was military (faux soldiers in town, sometimes consistently like after yoga class for 8 months), and clerical (round collars, nun habit look, earflapped hats). Though, I suspect there more to it, and the clanging and pounding noise that erupted while typing the above mention of "clinical" suggests the Fuckwits are attempting to deleter their own trail of subconscious wreckage they inflicted upon me.
And to complete the gangstalker-light outing to LD, was a wheelchair act in the apartment lobby, and lo, when about to go around it, why, the elevator opened up and a bicycle wheel was revealed of a about the same diameter and tire size. So, the Fuckwit must of been sitting in there for a while as I would of expected the elevator on "M" would of opened sooner. The skit seemed to be about revealing a wheelchair act, and having me go around it, only to reveal a wheelchair-like portion, to then discourage me from taking the elevator and go around the obstructing wheelchair act again.
Nothing like a whiff of ionizing radiation blowing around the world to aid the perp's games in their pursuit of the holy grail, which includes the use of Depleted Uranium (DU) ordnance in Afganistan and Iraq. But that wasn't enough, or was deemed to be a new baseline, so they added some more, by way of a nuclear plant disaster, the one playing out in Japan called Fukushima. That is a tad presumptive and cynical to be sure, but it does make me wonder what the nuclear industry is all about when it is founded and sustained by lies as to how safe it is, and in the event of an accident, how they minimize the amount of radioactive release. So here we have some video that won't show on my PC, but maybe it will for you, detailing Fukushima as the "greatest cover-up of all time". No, I don't think so, as we don't know what happened at Three Mile Island, and ditto for Chernobyl. In the latter case, there is huge variance as to how many suffered from it.
And just when the populace is inculcated with ionizing radiation from Japan, why, we got ourselves another nuclear substance accident in the USA, which "happened" just as the Missisippi floods disaster was unfolding, All the better to send the tritium to more places says me, the caustic cynic. And lo, if they didn't start up the overhead pounding noise when I linked to that one. More galling reports in the links to this web page. Funny, how they don't get reported much, and Fukushima has dropped off the world media attention span. And the EPA measures only iodine 131, not other radioactive forms and not cesium which has a substantially longer half-life. Go figure.
One more link, this time on Morgellon's; a decent article on it from the Guardian, and to me, showing the medical profession to be cowed-clowns, with a few exceptions, if they suggest this is a psychiatric condition. This completes today's disgust and contempt for the "authorities" attempting to claim scienfic credibility. Interesting that it took such concerted high level political intervention to get the Center for Disease Control to get off their ass and do something. Some 12,000 patients of an unknown disease is serious IMHO. My past ramblings on this topic have suggested Morgellon's Disease maybe some form of remotely applied nonconsensual human experimentation, as these fibers can readily transmit light if they are the same ones (brownish in my case), that I have come to see materializing from nowhere and poking out of walls and vehicle parts. Thankfully, not out of me, or at least, not that I know of. But I do know of a party that likes to flash light at me all the time, and maybe they want to flash light a little deeper into some of their subjects. Just speculation of course.
And no, I am quite sure that the Morgellon's sufferers do NOT want to hang with us TI's, ('cause we are crazy, right?) but maybe the CDC will arrive at some kind of conventional scientific rationalization/cause, and launch a new field of invasive disease research. I still think Morgellon's is a remotely applied and monitored conditon and that the sufferers are also subjects of a very large nonconsensual human experimentation experiment. And have I lost all credibility when I suggest, as I have in the past, that even war injuries and deaths are of the same cloth? I better quit while I am ahead.
2035h
A screaming reaction to getting zapped while reading about data protection hardware. Hardly the stuff of intrigue, but like I say, everything is under study. And a simultaneously tapping sound with the zap, as if the floor upstairs isn't carpeted for some reason. And as part of the entire electrical EMF equation, I was listening to the Baltimore Consort with my headphones on. I expect the phone to ring any moment too.
2300h
Starting farm work tomorrow, so the blogging quantity will diminish, and no posting tomorrow. Earlier, yet more noise as I moved from desk to kitchen, and again to the table for tea and chocolate. Another round of noise when I settled down again at my desk and got into reading about Oppo universal (all formats) players. I sense that someone is spending, or attempting to, my money before I get it. No audiophile indulgences on farm work wages.
05-08-2011
0744h
An insane morning of at least 50 screamings or yellings at the assholes over crumb inundations, fake touches, finger fumbling, splatter from nowhere, drops hopping out of containers, animated dust from nowhere in my face, lint on my work pants and on the face cloth and countless other abusive incursions.
This, after keeping me awake for over 3.5 hours after going to bed at 2300h, and maybe longer as they like to plant the ideation that I didn't get any sleep. And relentless noise when in bed, loud mufflered vehicles, motorcycles, even heavy duty truck noise at 0100h or later. Plenty of color plasma games when my eyelids were closed, usually fugly colors or fugly color combinations. Once my eyes were opened to put an end to that abuse, they flashed plasma lights at me from the room, usually red lineal ones. And they got me up an hour earlier just to give me more abuse time, and now this LCD and the plasmic games that come off it as in readying me for my first farm work day today. And they went through all their ideation themes they are keeping current, some have been going on for eight years now, most notably the wife-to-be scenarios that are plain absurd. As stated many times, I want to be left alone and free from the swarms of quislings, abettors, operatives and the entire collection of psychopathis assholes. Once over, the first two questions I have are: where is the money and where are a couple of thousand assholes tied up to deal with the justice component.
A duo of noises are combining and both strangely getting through my earmuffs. An overhead drumming or thumping that seems music related, and a low hooting noise from outside that seems to be randomized, though averaging 1x/second. Then they both stop at the same moment, and restart together. Now how can that be anything but arranged?
1345h
Reading about wines and winemaking in the Okanagan has got me some tapping noises on the other side of this wall. Yet again, ever since this insane abuse erupted in 2002, I have endless events of faux neighbors tapping on their walls. Not to mention the more inexplicable events of overhead tapping that then slowly travels down the wall to the adjacent faux neighbor. That takes at least two cooperating neighbors, har, har, so how can that be anything but orchestrated? Same conclusion as above; interesting that I had a meal in between.
And a fraught one it was, making quesadillas from scratch, having one quarter slice that then feeds me for three more meals. At least ten rage-ifcations over the usual provocations of sending me to the wrong cupboard/drawer for an items, mysterious slopping of coconut oil splatter on the stove top when it is a solid substance at room temperature so how did that happen?, then crumb arrivals of no ostensible cause, and a few more for which I am not allowed to recall. One other, the faux new upstairs neighbors have consistently made noise the same as the old ones, the seeming transition on or about May 01, witnessed when forced upstairs to use their dryer. And today, they again situated the overhead rumbling noise over me in the kitchen, and for the first time since the putative move in, the overhead squeaking wheel noise erupted. Which is to say, someone seems to be wheeling around a squeaky wheeled safe or other heavy object exactly overhead of where I am in this apartment, and has this same habit as the last putative overhead tenants. Big joke that. And like the former tenants, har, har, they also situated this noise over me when in the bathroom shaving, another high perp interest event, even if it is every day almost and full frontal coverage. Not to mention they also inflicted at least four blood letting lesions, which are not nicks as they are round and are never felt. One was at least 1/8" deep and required extra steptic pencil time to abate, and these protracted lesion abatements seem to be increasing. One reason seems to be that depending which side it is on, and almost always in my abdominal region, my hand that is applying the steptic pencil may obstruct my view of my genitals for a short time until the wound is staunched. And this seems to be important for the assholes, getting more "dick tour" time as I have come to call it. Another supporting stunt is for them to plant the image of my dick in my peripherial vision when it shouldn't be there at all, especially when looking forward. They like to noisestalk these events too, and this morning's nonsense they brought on overhead seems to point to the fact that they wanted extra noise for this extra deep lesion with its protracted staunching time with the steptic pencil. Such are the perverse vagaries of having insane and abusive assholes on top of one's every move/thought.
1540h
A round of screaming at the assholes after three rounds of overhead pounding noise erupted while cleaning the dishes from tea and chocolate. The perps go beserk with stunts and noise when cleaning the dishes, and when there is a small amount I clean them with the faucet water running. It is likely clear to TI's that the perps love to arrange events with running water, and add extra noise at that moment. Which includes urination of course, with the added perp attractant of yellow color. And all the running water noise has changed over the last few months. When water falls a longer distance, say 10' or more, it makes a crackling noise more than a splashing noise. And lo, if all the water and pee noises haven't been incrementally altered to have a crackling noise, even if dropping 12" or less.
More overhead pounding as I look over online job sites, and bookmark a few promising ones. This is the first time I have looked at these sites in the daytime in months. I could never figure out why I wasn't allowed to get on with this when I had the availible time. It seems to be some kind of exercise that like everything else, has some kind of non-conventional association with light sources. Go figure.
Science time;
And where is the seat of psychic energies and activities? Some say it is in the amygdala portion of the brain where emotions are processed. And here is a new study which uses a MRI to detect where in the brain one detects improvisation among musicians. Another name for a novel sound, and could it be the same reason that I get inundated with novel sounds when something routine is happening? The assholes allowed me to find this a few days ago, and are pounding the ceiling overhead as I type this up, so it must be important to them, and even describe what they are up to.
If a melody is perceived as being more difficult to predict, for example, because of fluctuations in loudness and timing, stronger activity is most likely to be elicited in this specialised network.For melody insert "noise", and of course "stronger activity" in the amygdala means something that would be more detectable by remote means.
And after studying snails's neural cells in a dish it seems that researchers are looking to reduce or delete traumatization associations. Well, isn't that a good excuse for messing with someone's head? But if they can delete 99% of my recall from age 2 to 5, it shows that even regular non-traumatic memories can be deleted forwith. But it is the subconscious traumatization associations, not their recollection, that the perps seem to be working on.
Hence some of this morning's hijinx when making a run to the LD store when they fucked me out of recalling that my Rx needed to be picked up yesterday. All to extend their play games of having me go two successive days with no yellow medications, typically a Monday when I return from the First Feral Family stayover. This week, I stayed there Monday, and then Thursday night, missing Friday's (yesterday) Rx as they always screw me out of taking any there. So, with a recall deletion over getting it yesterday when I was sitting around all afternoon, they remind me of it this morning, after the usual intake time after shaving and dental hygiene. Maybe that is why they pounded overhead when I was in the bathroom.
Back to subconscious traumatization gangstalkers; first there was the lost construction workers when outbound, three of them seemingly unattached to any local job, one with a backwards hardhat on. The one with the limp jaywalked (go figure), took his time to spit in mid-street, and then at the curb did his bend-over, ass facing me from 10' away. A vehicle pased in between and then the able-bodied two began to jaywalk, though the traffic signal change and I got to cross paths with them in mid-street. And have I mentioned how often the perps do spinal stretches, most notably bend-overs? Many times, and many strange circumstances. One step from the "crapping position" they sometimes do in public, though pants on so far.
Then to the LD store and the bearded dude arrives ahead of me, who turned out to loiter around 2' from me when picking up the Milka chocolate they sometimes have there. The Fuckwit stopped right behind me, back facing me, all for the moment of being there when I picked up the lavender colored wrapped chocolate. The granny stalker was doing her loitering 4' away, and an aisle constricting display was exactly behind me. The bearded Fuckwit went on to do at least three more gangstalking reprises, almost sending me to the cloistered computer section to get him out of my sight.
Once outside, why, the Phillipino woman in white pants comes running around the corner for no concievable reason, as the store had just opened so WTF? I get many running Fuckwits as previously blogged, and I can only assume it is to increase energetic interaction, such as swiping a magnet past a copper coil; the faster and closer it is, the more electrical current is generated. And I have mentioned that I seem to be contained in a densified magnetic field, measured at over 1600 Gauss in 2009. (Over 180 Gauss in 12-2002). And too, the sight of white pants is particular perturbing of late, so maybe this gangstalker was there to mix up the Unfavoreds into and onto a single body; brown skin, white pants. It is unlikely that there were such when the perps applied what I suspect was unrestrained abuse during thoe memory deleted years, aged 2 to 5, 1956 to 1959. The theme of the Unfavoreds and their supporting gangstalker comportment and props is that it was clinical (hence white colors, wheelchairs), it was military (faux soldiers in town, sometimes consistently like after yoga class for 8 months), and clerical (round collars, nun habit look, earflapped hats). Though, I suspect there more to it, and the clanging and pounding noise that erupted while typing the above mention of "clinical" suggests the Fuckwits are attempting to deleter their own trail of subconscious wreckage they inflicted upon me.
And to complete the gangstalker-light outing to LD, was a wheelchair act in the apartment lobby, and lo, when about to go around it, why, the elevator opened up and a bicycle wheel was revealed of a about the same diameter and tire size. So, the Fuckwit must of been sitting in there for a while as I would of expected the elevator on "M" would of opened sooner. The skit seemed to be about revealing a wheelchair act, and having me go around it, only to reveal a wheelchair-like portion, to then discourage me from taking the elevator and go around the obstructing wheelchair act again.
Nothing like a whiff of ionizing radiation blowing around the world to aid the perp's games in their pursuit of the holy grail, which includes the use of Depleted Uranium (DU) ordnance in Afganistan and Iraq. But that wasn't enough, or was deemed to be a new baseline, so they added some more, by way of a nuclear plant disaster, the one playing out in Japan called Fukushima. That is a tad presumptive and cynical to be sure, but it does make me wonder what the nuclear industry is all about when it is founded and sustained by lies as to how safe it is, and in the event of an accident, how they minimize the amount of radioactive release. So here we have some video that won't show on my PC, but maybe it will for you, detailing Fukushima as the "greatest cover-up of all time". No, I don't think so, as we don't know what happened at Three Mile Island, and ditto for Chernobyl. In the latter case, there is huge variance as to how many suffered from it.
And just when the populace is inculcated with ionizing radiation from Japan, why, we got ourselves another nuclear substance accident in the USA, which "happened" just as the Missisippi floods disaster was unfolding, All the better to send the tritium to more places says me, the caustic cynic. And lo, if they didn't start up the overhead pounding noise when I linked to that one. More galling reports in the links to this web page. Funny, how they don't get reported much, and Fukushima has dropped off the world media attention span. And the EPA measures only iodine 131, not other radioactive forms and not cesium which has a substantially longer half-life. Go figure.
One more link, this time on Morgellon's; a decent article on it from the Guardian, and to me, showing the medical profession to be cowed-clowns, with a few exceptions, if they suggest this is a psychiatric condition. This completes today's disgust and contempt for the "authorities" attempting to claim scienfic credibility. Interesting that it took such concerted high level political intervention to get the Center for Disease Control to get off their ass and do something. Some 12,000 patients of an unknown disease is serious IMHO. My past ramblings on this topic have suggested Morgellon's Disease maybe some form of remotely applied nonconsensual human experimentation, as these fibers can readily transmit light if they are the same ones (brownish in my case), that I have come to see materializing from nowhere and poking out of walls and vehicle parts. Thankfully, not out of me, or at least, not that I know of. But I do know of a party that likes to flash light at me all the time, and maybe they want to flash light a little deeper into some of their subjects. Just speculation of course.
And no, I am quite sure that the Morgellon's sufferers do NOT want to hang with us TI's, ('cause we are crazy, right?) but maybe the CDC will arrive at some kind of conventional scientific rationalization/cause, and launch a new field of invasive disease research. I still think Morgellon's is a remotely applied and monitored conditon and that the sufferers are also subjects of a very large nonconsensual human experimentation experiment. And have I lost all credibility when I suggest, as I have in the past, that even war injuries and deaths are of the same cloth? I better quit while I am ahead.
2035h
A screaming reaction to getting zapped while reading about data protection hardware. Hardly the stuff of intrigue, but like I say, everything is under study. And a simultaneously tapping sound with the zap, as if the floor upstairs isn't carpeted for some reason. And as part of the entire electrical EMF equation, I was listening to the Baltimore Consort with my headphones on. I expect the phone to ring any moment too.
2300h
Starting farm work tomorrow, so the blogging quantity will diminish, and no posting tomorrow. Earlier, yet more noise as I moved from desk to kitchen, and again to the table for tea and chocolate. Another round of noise when I settled down again at my desk and got into reading about Oppo universal (all formats) players. I sense that someone is spending, or attempting to, my money before I get it. No audiophile indulgences on farm work wages.
05-08-2011
0744h
An insane morning of at least 50 screamings or yellings at the assholes over crumb inundations, fake touches, finger fumbling, splatter from nowhere, drops hopping out of containers, animated dust from nowhere in my face, lint on my work pants and on the face cloth and countless other abusive incursions.
This, after keeping me awake for over 3.5 hours after going to bed at 2300h, and maybe longer as they like to plant the ideation that I didn't get any sleep. And relentless noise when in bed, loud mufflered vehicles, motorcycles, even heavy duty truck noise at 0100h or later. Plenty of color plasma games when my eyelids were closed, usually fugly colors or fugly color combinations. Once my eyes were opened to put an end to that abuse, they flashed plasma lights at me from the room, usually red lineal ones. And they got me up an hour earlier just to give me more abuse time, and now this LCD and the plasmic games that come off it as in readying me for my first farm work day today. And they went through all their ideation themes they are keeping current, some have been going on for eight years now, most notably the wife-to-be scenarios that are plain absurd. As stated many times, I want to be left alone and free from the swarms of quislings, abettors, operatives and the entire collection of psychopathis assholes. Once over, the first two questions I have are: where is the money and where are a couple of thousand assholes tied up to deal with the justice component.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Head Pounding Time Again
1200h
The perps have begun a new harassment stunt of late; treating me to a low grade full frontal head pressure sensation, immediately relievable by shaking my head, but only for a few seconds, then they are back at it again. And anytime I shake my head, they plant noise, vision impairments, street hollaring and other events, so perhaps their real objective is to have me move my head more often.
Today's big excitement was to walk two blocks to the bank and get four rolls of quarters, needed for the wretched laundry machines in this building, and now over 20 years out of date with the availibility of dollar coins. No matter, it is all about playing games with coins, which seem to be some kind of energetic repository for the perps to test and plant in various locations. Having the four white paper rolled coins is also a big deal, as the ends are orange colored, a color that was flashed in plasma form in front of me as I typed the very words. The last four rolls of coins had solid orange colored ends, and I note that today's four rolls of coins have a hatched orange and white pattern on the bias of the roll's axis. All very complicated and technical, and normally I wouldn't even bother with mentioning this triviality, but it seems to be of significant interest to the perps.
As usual, any outing that I make was gangstalked with the abiding freakshow. My first introduction was a lobby couch sitting male and his same dressed counterpart outside, pacing back and forth for no apparent reason. There were two others beside the mail boxes as well. Then outside on the sidewalk, a bendover operative dressed entirely in olive green was examining their plastic bagged grocery purchases that were placed on the sidewalk. Regular readers will know that the perps make up many reasons to have a bent over operative placed in mid-street, or mid-sidewalk, usually in a sentry-like situation, staying still as I approach for the most part, in some kind of distance dependent stunt.
When I was walking to the bank, I also got my concrete stalking continued from yesterday; the redi-mix truck "happened" to pass by as I was about to leave my apartment (observed through safety glass of the sliding glass door) , then it showed up, or one exactly like it, leaving downtown. And as I was about to leave the bank, the perps put on a blue colored concrete pumping truck, observed first through the safety glass of the bank's storefront, and then directly on the street. And knowing the routing of traffic in this city, and the concrete jobs in this vicinity, there is no reason that I know of to have these vehicles coming into downtown and then outbound. Today's "concrete stalking" games follow on from yesterday's two like events, where a concrete delivery truck was dispatched to park at the location where it poured concrete two days beforehand, but was only faking it, as no new concrete had been poured at this site yesterday.
1550h
An overhead thwack with a simultaneous small zapping got me pissed off, or more like, I was made to react in this way. The curiousity is when these happen; I was reading the word "vinyl" and then I got it. I know the perps like to have their operatives pack LP's in my proximity, and that they also like to postion PVC (polyvinyl chloride)objects (e.g. irrigation piping) in my proximity, but getting a thwack and zapped over the very word is totally abusive.
1740h
The noise flurries have been amped up before, while preparing dinner, eating it and then doing dishes and now afterward. Even the ridiculous 2 cycle motorcycle noise, i.e. Harley Davidson motorbike noise, has been put into use more than once in this current noise assault. It is as if the perps wish to keep a continuous run of it to cover me over the dinnertime period. They know I cannot stand this noise, even from a distance, and like to put it on when they really want it to count. Even the hot-rod car muffler noise is sometimes modified to sound like a Harley Davidson. Meanwhile, the clunking is going on for whatever reason, none related to "neighbors", as there doesn't appear to be any on this floor.
1805h
I am getting red plasma flashes off LCD display, 12 to 24" away, and often aligned with the edges of another object. The red sensitivity games again; just to think, I had two medical tests where they flash red lights at one with electrodes on my head in 2000 to 2003 (normal response), and here the assholes are still at it, five years later, furtively flashing me with plasma exposures. If I don't like red lights, why am I being constantly assaulted with them, once with a laser beam pointed at me?
It will be a long time before I will know the answer to that, if ever. I suspect that the perps are 18 to 24 months away from concluding this nonconsensual human experimentation, and they won't stop anytime soon, not if they have 4 months of street construction work underway (so far) to lay down new PVC pipe in the street to have me, and me alone, shit in them for their analysis games. The pipe material is part of the problem they have made for themselves by allowing me to become polluted with residual amounts which confuses their remote bioelectric monitoring. I always wondered why two neighbors at two consecutive residence locations both burned some disgusting smelling plastic in their incinerators. It was at the perps' behest, testing me out on ingestion of vinyl pollutants into my lungs for a new round of remote bioenergetics assay.
1950h
Another round with the perps on how much noise the headphones should be making at my ears. Because headphones do not intrinsically make noise, I expect that they won't be creaking and clicking, and the perps think otherwise. Another standoff with the assholes who have fucked with two other pairs, one being the quality Grados they don't like. (One channel gets knocked out).
2250h
The creaking headphones "settled down" for a while for me to listen to more YouTubes music, but later started up again to join me at the precise moments of mouse clicking, select, copy and paste Windows functions, the cut to a new scene in the video and other minutae that is totally consistent with outside noises "happening" at these same junctures. Funny how that is, all these noises from so many sources tracking me at the same functional moments, no matter how trivial.
Time to call this one done, and savor the next day of enforced boredom.
The perps have begun a new harassment stunt of late; treating me to a low grade full frontal head pressure sensation, immediately relievable by shaking my head, but only for a few seconds, then they are back at it again. And anytime I shake my head, they plant noise, vision impairments, street hollaring and other events, so perhaps their real objective is to have me move my head more often.
Today's big excitement was to walk two blocks to the bank and get four rolls of quarters, needed for the wretched laundry machines in this building, and now over 20 years out of date with the availibility of dollar coins. No matter, it is all about playing games with coins, which seem to be some kind of energetic repository for the perps to test and plant in various locations. Having the four white paper rolled coins is also a big deal, as the ends are orange colored, a color that was flashed in plasma form in front of me as I typed the very words. The last four rolls of coins had solid orange colored ends, and I note that today's four rolls of coins have a hatched orange and white pattern on the bias of the roll's axis. All very complicated and technical, and normally I wouldn't even bother with mentioning this triviality, but it seems to be of significant interest to the perps.
As usual, any outing that I make was gangstalked with the abiding freakshow. My first introduction was a lobby couch sitting male and his same dressed counterpart outside, pacing back and forth for no apparent reason. There were two others beside the mail boxes as well. Then outside on the sidewalk, a bendover operative dressed entirely in olive green was examining their plastic bagged grocery purchases that were placed on the sidewalk. Regular readers will know that the perps make up many reasons to have a bent over operative placed in mid-street, or mid-sidewalk, usually in a sentry-like situation, staying still as I approach for the most part, in some kind of distance dependent stunt.
When I was walking to the bank, I also got my concrete stalking continued from yesterday; the redi-mix truck "happened" to pass by as I was about to leave my apartment (observed through safety glass of the sliding glass door) , then it showed up, or one exactly like it, leaving downtown. And as I was about to leave the bank, the perps put on a blue colored concrete pumping truck, observed first through the safety glass of the bank's storefront, and then directly on the street. And knowing the routing of traffic in this city, and the concrete jobs in this vicinity, there is no reason that I know of to have these vehicles coming into downtown and then outbound. Today's "concrete stalking" games follow on from yesterday's two like events, where a concrete delivery truck was dispatched to park at the location where it poured concrete two days beforehand, but was only faking it, as no new concrete had been poured at this site yesterday.
1550h
An overhead thwack with a simultaneous small zapping got me pissed off, or more like, I was made to react in this way. The curiousity is when these happen; I was reading the word "vinyl" and then I got it. I know the perps like to have their operatives pack LP's in my proximity, and that they also like to postion PVC (polyvinyl chloride)objects (e.g. irrigation piping) in my proximity, but getting a thwack and zapped over the very word is totally abusive.
1740h
The noise flurries have been amped up before, while preparing dinner, eating it and then doing dishes and now afterward. Even the ridiculous 2 cycle motorcycle noise, i.e. Harley Davidson motorbike noise, has been put into use more than once in this current noise assault. It is as if the perps wish to keep a continuous run of it to cover me over the dinnertime period. They know I cannot stand this noise, even from a distance, and like to put it on when they really want it to count. Even the hot-rod car muffler noise is sometimes modified to sound like a Harley Davidson. Meanwhile, the clunking is going on for whatever reason, none related to "neighbors", as there doesn't appear to be any on this floor.
1805h
I am getting red plasma flashes off LCD display, 12 to 24" away, and often aligned with the edges of another object. The red sensitivity games again; just to think, I had two medical tests where they flash red lights at one with electrodes on my head in 2000 to 2003 (normal response), and here the assholes are still at it, five years later, furtively flashing me with plasma exposures. If I don't like red lights, why am I being constantly assaulted with them, once with a laser beam pointed at me?
It will be a long time before I will know the answer to that, if ever. I suspect that the perps are 18 to 24 months away from concluding this nonconsensual human experimentation, and they won't stop anytime soon, not if they have 4 months of street construction work underway (so far) to lay down new PVC pipe in the street to have me, and me alone, shit in them for their analysis games. The pipe material is part of the problem they have made for themselves by allowing me to become polluted with residual amounts which confuses their remote bioelectric monitoring. I always wondered why two neighbors at two consecutive residence locations both burned some disgusting smelling plastic in their incinerators. It was at the perps' behest, testing me out on ingestion of vinyl pollutants into my lungs for a new round of remote bioenergetics assay.
1950h
Another round with the perps on how much noise the headphones should be making at my ears. Because headphones do not intrinsically make noise, I expect that they won't be creaking and clicking, and the perps think otherwise. Another standoff with the assholes who have fucked with two other pairs, one being the quality Grados they don't like. (One channel gets knocked out).
2250h
The creaking headphones "settled down" for a while for me to listen to more YouTubes music, but later started up again to join me at the precise moments of mouse clicking, select, copy and paste Windows functions, the cut to a new scene in the video and other minutae that is totally consistent with outside noises "happening" at these same junctures. Funny how that is, all these noises from so many sources tracking me at the same functional moments, no matter how trivial.
Time to call this one done, and savor the next day of enforced boredom.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Second Early Morning Storm in Two Days
1210h
I really don't care what the weather does much except that I am prepared for it when out. But the early morning storms mean something different for the perps; it translates to waking me up to hear it, and especially all the added vehicle noises (engines, horns, backup beepers,etc.), logging whistles of diminishing faintness, street hollaring and the putative neighbor noises. The full meal deal of noisestalking while awake in the horizontal position with the streets cleaned up by way of the weather. No street sweepers this time, even if there are no parked vehicles in the way. Thankfully the wind howling bullshit noises were not added into last night's games, and I got within an hour of a real night's sleep.
I got my glasses repaired from yesterday's dust-up, a minimum of cost and hassle, as the technician bent the frame back to straight again. And somehow she seemed to immediately know that the frame style could not be purchased anymore, as that was the other option if repair wasn't doable. Which suggests that the statement might be really intended to infer that there is a later perp plan to fuck with my glasses and have me purchase a new pair of frames and new lenses. Just leave a $1,000 bill on my dresser one night and I will accomodate the perps, along with getting a new eyeglasses prescription. Not likely to happen based on experience.
I got my usual swarm of red-coats, the male gangstalkers with their backpacks on my 10 minute outing to the opticians earlier this morning. And that was the scripted time to get rid of the old keyboard and a huge bolt of rose pink curtain cloth that never ended up in use. (And this cloth was a likely color reference for the perps who seem not to need it here anymore). This was at the charity on this street, the recipient to at least five dolly loads of boxes that I took there earlier this year.
A gangstalking trait that was evident this morning was the operative packing a yellow banana in their hand while undertaking their stalking duties. I can only assume this is comparable to other perps packing white paper documents around, as I had another pair this morning do this. Other weird color reference objects in the past have been ceramic dinner plates, toting wheeled luggage (ahead of me on-street and again in the elevator today), art quality cardboard (once wrapped up in plastic), and of course the usual pedestrian props of backpacks, bags etc.
And a lookalike of yesterday's assailant was also planted as a gangstalker; I assume he was morphed over from yesterday's stunt, and this is also a perp trait, reprising the gangstalkers in other locations, lighting conditions and clothing colors.
1250h
The perps are also promoting in my mind, the "need" to get a tan at a tanning booth. This was a new "habit" I picked up in 2000, and ended in 2002 with the perps assailing me with driving head pains while in the vertical tanning booth, not a bed. Funny how much of the pre-overt harassment activities are coming back in some form. To this end, the local tanning studio's vehicle was coursing by yesterday on my walking, but this could be all a feint in any event.
And funny how that I am being encouraged to engage in activities I cannot afford, and truly are not for the fixed income crowd like me, already on a rent subsidy. I don't quite understand where the perps are coming from on these planted notions.
1345h
The hallway coughing suddenly came on; I was reading about mind-control sites, obviously something near and dear to the perp's heart, as if I needed to know. Just another example of noisestalking me when reading anything related to this harassment objectives. I can only assume that the perps planted this noise as projected sound as there was no one in the hallway, and it nearly always sounds the same. Quite the cough that.
1410h
More smells being jammed up my nose, something else that has increased in frequency of late. A dull day seems to be the planned event, though not a shut-in day as I did get out as mentioned above to get my glasses repaired.
And plenty of masers leading ahead or following behind where I am to place or retrieve something. And more plasma games as well; a navy blue stripe over my dinner plate for about 2 seconds, 4" x 1/2". This is especially true for shaving; I get these squiggly vertical black lines emanating from my face as I bring the razor in close to my face. These blackish lines then sit off my face for some 10 to 20 seconds and may move toward me as they do so.
Last night when getting ready for bed the perps pulled some more games. They re-blooded my wound so the white towel got blooded up, and then to aid in their red testing, they placed a 1/4" square of red pepper on the towel. I don't have any food of this description, and never have, and yet there is was, "somehow" attached to a vertically draped towel on the rail, just after I put the it back there. I then removed this red pepper piece, and placed it in the garbage, but the perps fooled me and kept it on my fingers for an additonal 20 seconds until I was allowed to notice it again. Anyhow, I did get rid of it on the second pass, or at least in my garbage can, and this appeared to be a further red color test, as this pepper fragment was an orange red, unlike the blood the assholes had just squeezed out of my wound that would of been scabbed over by then.
And lo, while transiting a whole block to the eyeglass repair business, the perps hadn't placed some garbage on the street, some of which was an orange red portion of a tomato. I had my wheeled tote gangstalker ahead of me, and I am sure the entire event of me observing their planted garbage was a big deal.
1625h
I am getting the afternoon sleepies, the barely awake treatment again, both before and after tea. So much for the tea thesis being an invigorating drink with these emanations beating down on me; visible masers and plasma beams, by abiding companions.
1845h
Back to my online world, where the perps like to have me, likely for the strong emanations from the LCD panel.
Here are some more pictures, these from Tuesday, 10-16-2007
This is called the Oak Bay Junction, the "x" shped intersection of Pandora, Oak Bay Ave. and Fort St. Here are six silver-grey vehicles in a cluster and one mid-grey in the next two pictures.
Besides the oddity of the event that six same colored vehicles are grouped together, with a ladder bearing pickup truck in for good measure, this was the very location I was attacked two days later, same time of day, coming back from gym class.
This is the last picture for the 10-16-2007 date, but here are four silver-grey vehicles in file with an embedded black colored vehicle. This cannot be random, and I defy anyone to genuinely tell me that they think it could be.
I am getting seriously noisestalked as I go into the detail and thoughts of what traspired at this location yesterday, so the perps must be plumbing for some kind of connection between a photo of a same color vehicle cluster at the location of being physically assaulted two days later. Who knows, and I don't care, as it is not my problem.
2005h
I am getting some small sharp pains in my temple regions every 20 minutes or so, as if someone is pulsing me with a electronic beam. Just a minute ago, it was coincident with a siren cascade noise from outside. Another freakish annoyance is a buzzing and an electification sensation on my right foot originating between my big and second toe, and buzzing into the foot, as if a energy meridian line is being over-activated.
And more plasma "flares", where an faux aberation, a projection in fact, jumps off this LCD display and comes toward me, some 3 to 6 per minute.
Some pictures from my 10-18-2007 outing, yesterday.
On close examination (zoom in), I count five white vehicles clustered together at this intersection, all are stopped at the traffic light. And the crowning vision of the orchestrated bozo driving is in this photo. In the foreground we have a first class bozo cum gangstalker stopped in the middle of the crosswalk for chrissakes. All to have this vehicle planted over top of where I usually walk, except this time I had to walk around this stunning piece of stupidity.
On my way to yoga I pass a commercial laundry and here is the staff parking lot, excuse the perp blurred image. I count one white, two silver greys, a mid-grey and a final black or very dark grey. A progression of greyscale, nicely arranged for me to pass by.
Outside of my yoga class the color coordinated jacket with the vehicle color is doing his "hang around", looking busy to keep this vehicle to jacket color coordinated pose for longer. A woman beside him is in "bend over" position for whatever reason, pretending to be accessing the driver side footwell area.
Now finished yoga, and at least 15 red colored vehicles came by in a swarm, here are four. And two operatives aka "bag men" on duty. The oncoming, right side in navy blue jacket, ubiquitous "Plastic Bag Man", a given, and in this case, a legit cover story,- bags from a local store. And relatively new is the "Brown Paper Bag Man", in a white sweat top, headed away from the picture. And I reckon the silver grey parked Ford is on color reference duty.
Nothing too, too strange here, save the ubiquitous color matching of the parked red pickup truck in file with the Coca Cola truck. This was the second "showing" for this latter mentioned vehicle; it had already featured as a gangstalking vehicle on my way to yoga, no picture though.
A color and object confluence I thought was interesting. Two blue vehicles, one a dark blue, the other a mid blue, passing by each other with a mid-grey toned vehicle behind the lighter blue vehicle in the foreground. And lo, if the male gangstalkers at the sidewalk weren't dressed in a dark blue and a mid blue too.
The third "showing" of the erstwhile Coca Cola truck on my morning's walkings. Just think of all that brown colored liquid the perps must be craving to test upon me as I walk by. It makes one wonder what really drives the popularity of these beverages.
2210h
More spasming eyelids, another incursion of late that is getting more frequent. The perps have me on an emotional suckdown tonight; no energy to do anything. Been there, done that.
2230h
Time to call this day done, and see what excitement the perps have me lined up for tomorrow.
I really don't care what the weather does much except that I am prepared for it when out. But the early morning storms mean something different for the perps; it translates to waking me up to hear it, and especially all the added vehicle noises (engines, horns, backup beepers,etc.), logging whistles of diminishing faintness, street hollaring and the putative neighbor noises. The full meal deal of noisestalking while awake in the horizontal position with the streets cleaned up by way of the weather. No street sweepers this time, even if there are no parked vehicles in the way. Thankfully the wind howling bullshit noises were not added into last night's games, and I got within an hour of a real night's sleep.
I got my glasses repaired from yesterday's dust-up, a minimum of cost and hassle, as the technician bent the frame back to straight again. And somehow she seemed to immediately know that the frame style could not be purchased anymore, as that was the other option if repair wasn't doable. Which suggests that the statement might be really intended to infer that there is a later perp plan to fuck with my glasses and have me purchase a new pair of frames and new lenses. Just leave a $1,000 bill on my dresser one night and I will accomodate the perps, along with getting a new eyeglasses prescription. Not likely to happen based on experience.
I got my usual swarm of red-coats, the male gangstalkers with their backpacks on my 10 minute outing to the opticians earlier this morning. And that was the scripted time to get rid of the old keyboard and a huge bolt of rose pink curtain cloth that never ended up in use. (And this cloth was a likely color reference for the perps who seem not to need it here anymore). This was at the charity on this street, the recipient to at least five dolly loads of boxes that I took there earlier this year.
A gangstalking trait that was evident this morning was the operative packing a yellow banana in their hand while undertaking their stalking duties. I can only assume this is comparable to other perps packing white paper documents around, as I had another pair this morning do this. Other weird color reference objects in the past have been ceramic dinner plates, toting wheeled luggage (ahead of me on-street and again in the elevator today), art quality cardboard (once wrapped up in plastic), and of course the usual pedestrian props of backpacks, bags etc.
And a lookalike of yesterday's assailant was also planted as a gangstalker; I assume he was morphed over from yesterday's stunt, and this is also a perp trait, reprising the gangstalkers in other locations, lighting conditions and clothing colors.
1250h
The perps are also promoting in my mind, the "need" to get a tan at a tanning booth. This was a new "habit" I picked up in 2000, and ended in 2002 with the perps assailing me with driving head pains while in the vertical tanning booth, not a bed. Funny how much of the pre-overt harassment activities are coming back in some form. To this end, the local tanning studio's vehicle was coursing by yesterday on my walking, but this could be all a feint in any event.
And funny how that I am being encouraged to engage in activities I cannot afford, and truly are not for the fixed income crowd like me, already on a rent subsidy. I don't quite understand where the perps are coming from on these planted notions.
1345h
The hallway coughing suddenly came on; I was reading about mind-control sites, obviously something near and dear to the perp's heart, as if I needed to know. Just another example of noisestalking me when reading anything related to this harassment objectives. I can only assume that the perps planted this noise as projected sound as there was no one in the hallway, and it nearly always sounds the same. Quite the cough that.
1410h
More smells being jammed up my nose, something else that has increased in frequency of late. A dull day seems to be the planned event, though not a shut-in day as I did get out as mentioned above to get my glasses repaired.
And plenty of masers leading ahead or following behind where I am to place or retrieve something. And more plasma games as well; a navy blue stripe over my dinner plate for about 2 seconds, 4" x 1/2". This is especially true for shaving; I get these squiggly vertical black lines emanating from my face as I bring the razor in close to my face. These blackish lines then sit off my face for some 10 to 20 seconds and may move toward me as they do so.
Last night when getting ready for bed the perps pulled some more games. They re-blooded my wound so the white towel got blooded up, and then to aid in their red testing, they placed a 1/4" square of red pepper on the towel. I don't have any food of this description, and never have, and yet there is was, "somehow" attached to a vertically draped towel on the rail, just after I put the it back there. I then removed this red pepper piece, and placed it in the garbage, but the perps fooled me and kept it on my fingers for an additonal 20 seconds until I was allowed to notice it again. Anyhow, I did get rid of it on the second pass, or at least in my garbage can, and this appeared to be a further red color test, as this pepper fragment was an orange red, unlike the blood the assholes had just squeezed out of my wound that would of been scabbed over by then.
And lo, while transiting a whole block to the eyeglass repair business, the perps hadn't placed some garbage on the street, some of which was an orange red portion of a tomato. I had my wheeled tote gangstalker ahead of me, and I am sure the entire event of me observing their planted garbage was a big deal.
1625h
I am getting the afternoon sleepies, the barely awake treatment again, both before and after tea. So much for the tea thesis being an invigorating drink with these emanations beating down on me; visible masers and plasma beams, by abiding companions.
1845h
Back to my online world, where the perps like to have me, likely for the strong emanations from the LCD panel.
Here are some more pictures, these from Tuesday, 10-16-2007
This is called the Oak Bay Junction, the "x" shped intersection of Pandora, Oak Bay Ave. and Fort St. Here are six silver-grey vehicles in a cluster and one mid-grey in the next two pictures.
Besides the oddity of the event that six same colored vehicles are grouped together, with a ladder bearing pickup truck in for good measure, this was the very location I was attacked two days later, same time of day, coming back from gym class.
This is the last picture for the 10-16-2007 date, but here are four silver-grey vehicles in file with an embedded black colored vehicle. This cannot be random, and I defy anyone to genuinely tell me that they think it could be.
I am getting seriously noisestalked as I go into the detail and thoughts of what traspired at this location yesterday, so the perps must be plumbing for some kind of connection between a photo of a same color vehicle cluster at the location of being physically assaulted two days later. Who knows, and I don't care, as it is not my problem.
2005h
I am getting some small sharp pains in my temple regions every 20 minutes or so, as if someone is pulsing me with a electronic beam. Just a minute ago, it was coincident with a siren cascade noise from outside. Another freakish annoyance is a buzzing and an electification sensation on my right foot originating between my big and second toe, and buzzing into the foot, as if a energy meridian line is being over-activated.
And more plasma "flares", where an faux aberation, a projection in fact, jumps off this LCD display and comes toward me, some 3 to 6 per minute.
Some pictures from my 10-18-2007 outing, yesterday.
On close examination (zoom in), I count five white vehicles clustered together at this intersection, all are stopped at the traffic light. And the crowning vision of the orchestrated bozo driving is in this photo. In the foreground we have a first class bozo cum gangstalker stopped in the middle of the crosswalk for chrissakes. All to have this vehicle planted over top of where I usually walk, except this time I had to walk around this stunning piece of stupidity.
On my way to yoga I pass a commercial laundry and here is the staff parking lot, excuse the perp blurred image. I count one white, two silver greys, a mid-grey and a final black or very dark grey. A progression of greyscale, nicely arranged for me to pass by.
Outside of my yoga class the color coordinated jacket with the vehicle color is doing his "hang around", looking busy to keep this vehicle to jacket color coordinated pose for longer. A woman beside him is in "bend over" position for whatever reason, pretending to be accessing the driver side footwell area.
Now finished yoga, and at least 15 red colored vehicles came by in a swarm, here are four. And two operatives aka "bag men" on duty. The oncoming, right side in navy blue jacket, ubiquitous "Plastic Bag Man", a given, and in this case, a legit cover story,- bags from a local store. And relatively new is the "Brown Paper Bag Man", in a white sweat top, headed away from the picture. And I reckon the silver grey parked Ford is on color reference duty.
Nothing too, too strange here, save the ubiquitous color matching of the parked red pickup truck in file with the Coca Cola truck. This was the second "showing" for this latter mentioned vehicle; it had already featured as a gangstalking vehicle on my way to yoga, no picture though.
A color and object confluence I thought was interesting. Two blue vehicles, one a dark blue, the other a mid blue, passing by each other with a mid-grey toned vehicle behind the lighter blue vehicle in the foreground. And lo, if the male gangstalkers at the sidewalk weren't dressed in a dark blue and a mid blue too.
The third "showing" of the erstwhile Coca Cola truck on my morning's walkings. Just think of all that brown colored liquid the perps must be craving to test upon me as I walk by. It makes one wonder what really drives the popularity of these beverages.
2210h
More spasming eyelids, another incursion of late that is getting more frequent. The perps have me on an emotional suckdown tonight; no energy to do anything. Been there, done that.
2230h
Time to call this day done, and see what excitement the perps have me lined up for tomorrow.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Recent Advances in Mind Control of Temporal Awareness
1125h
Another case of longtime habit disruption/cum mind-fucking. I "somehow forgot" to shave the mustache portion of my face today, again, something that has happened only since the harassment started up, and about two years ago when they could first fuck me out of this part of my daily routine.
A five minute trip to LD for toothpaste only turned into a nonstop freak show from begining to end. It all began when I had just readied myself to go out and my in-town brother "happened" to call about moving the last of my belongings from his place. That necessitated a call to the building manager to unlock the storage area before I headed out the door. Regular readers will know the the microphone pickup of the phone serves as a surveillance device, as do all sensors, in remotely assaying one's energetic activity (both mind and body scalar energies, IMHO).
And while talking to my brother, "I" (as in mind-fucked me) mixed up the words 'yesterday' and 'today', which has never happened before, proof to me of mind control or else a severe clinical impairment that the doctor chooses to ignore, take your pick. I did not "notice" that I made this "mistake" until my brother pointed it out to me. This mind-fucking at this level is a new advancement and may well represent an increase of the perp's ability to fuck my speech and syntax in greater degree than ever before.
The theme of the perp stunts for the short shopping trip to LD was white and blue colored clothing; all white, white pants, white hat and same color sweater as my teal blue vest, white and black. And also, the mid blue of jeans, with a shift to light blue clothing when in the LD store. Listing the constant gangstalk freakshow events in bullet form:
My brother came to drop off the last of my belongings that are stored at his place; he stretched this out to arrive at the time I would ordinarily be making lunch, to extend my gangstalking exposure time without having a recent meal (only breakfast since 0830h).
And as it so happened, some of the more useful items came in this load, two garbage cans, the toilet cleaning brush and the almighty plunger, the most needed item of in dealing with the shit games the perps keep planting on me, as past blogs have detailed.
Moving the belongings from his van to the the door was the usual gangstalked event; one of the fuckers was in a white varsity type jacket with white leather arms and a dark blue torso portion. He was firstly on his cell phone outside the building, and then joined us later for a ride in the elevator. The children from the putative daycare on this floor were in the hallway sleeping in their stroller, and later, the daycare operator was walking the same stroller outside near us unloading boxes. And by dint of fluke, related to the current perp innudation of the color orange everywhere, the child's blanket was orange, and it was clear I was to see it in the hallway under artificial lighting conditions, and then again in daylight. Other shiftless males walked by, and then reversed direction within a few minutes to come from the opposite direction, especially the brown skinned dude with his mouth hanging open.
As I was busy humphing boxes, I cannot recall all the gangstalking action that was coursing about, but I did note that my brother parked beside the curb gutter puddle again, the only instance of a puddle within many blocks, as the water was not sourced from any recent rain. Fortuneately, there were no puddle dumping games, even if we had to work over top of it, as he parked further away from the curb this time.
Then after moving the boxes into my apartment, my brother has a "sudden" liking to my office chair, and uses this as an excuse to sit in and try it out. Of course he passed on the offering of an identical free chair last week, as he took it to the local charity for me. This was a feint for him in his brown coat to sit in it and provide the sickos with some brown color energetics assay possibilities as I don't have such a colored garment. He also go into his sunglasses again for no reason, as he was in the shade or inside the building. It is the second time he has put on shades midway through moving my items to my apartment. Naturally, he was evasive as to why he put them on, and had them slipped down his nose for the elevator trip up. The operatives wearing shades even on rainy days is nothing new, all part of the sick minded freak show that the assholes have cast me into.
The unpacking of boxes is also an excuse for the perps to put things back in that they have stolen previously. And it so "happened", that the fuckers who stole my car speakers and CD deck from my parents' place only the week before I wanted them installed in readying my vehicle for turnover to my daughter, put these items in my boxes. There was no way any kind of mistake was made, and my mother was "attempting" to understand how these items went missing from her house at the time.
Related to this, the installation of these items could be a birthday present for my daughter who is now driving the vehicle. And her birthday is three weeks hence.
And part of the arrangement in my sorting through my belongings is that I truck the unwanted items to the charity a half block down the street. I made three trips to accomplish this, and there were perps and gangstalkers all over me each time, trying out new colors of clothing, and vehicles passing by in the street, just ahead of me crossing it.
And the gate to the charity was closed, but a woman in crimson red, down to her tights, was on duty (more like, was arranged to be there), and I called out if they wanted three loads of items, and she walked the 40' of driveway to let me in. I saw this as another case of slow distance dependent testing of a person in red, as other red garment shows came on in the elevator, as well as five at a glance deep metallic red vehicles posted nearby. Anyhow, I got all the moving done; tossing out a whole lot of stuff, and keeping books that are germane to this ongoing harassment fuckery.
As part of that, some "new" books also showed up in the boxes, and they might well be perp planted. Because they can now fuck with my recall at will, I cannot be absolutely sure if I purchased them or not. That will make for some reading material on hand, but the same provisio may apply, I won't be able to understand the contents thanks to the perp sickos who have impaired my learning abilities since birth. This has been documented since 1960, and also in 1998. Though, I also suspect that they dynamically fuck with what I learn in realtime, as the number of "don't get it" episodes has gone up since they began their overt harassment in 2002.
As part of the moving boxes to the charity or my storage locker exercise, one of the elevators was shut down, and this served as a reason to pack the elevators with more gangstalkers and for longer wait times. Also, the elevator serviceman come by for two gangstalkings, which might relate to the fact that he was at the bottom of one of the elevator shafts for energetics interaction. He was dressed in a "safe" color, navy blue.
The sickos were also trying out less favored colors on me. I mentioned the lady in all red above, but they also packed the elevators with two operatives wearing the same shirt color, burgundy red, appearing to be separate parties. On my last trip outside to donate my belongings, they put a woman in a red leather jacket some 60' ahead of me.
Before that, a blonde man in a varsity like jacket of white leather arms and a navy blue wool torso portion was hanging around on sentry duty outside the apartment building on his cell phone. He then disappeared for one box load into the building, and then "showed" up in the elevator beside me. This may have attempted to leverage their earlier games with white and blue on the earlier trip to the LD store, per above. By my estimation, the perps are sucking wind bigtime in getting their colors, gangstalking genders and the rest of their vile energetics fuckery quantified. This doesn't stop them, they just keep fucking me around all the more; five years of this and counting.
1940h
The typo fuckery has been increased of late; sometimes the perps have me go through four attempts to spell a given word, enough to rile me up and vocalize my complaint.
And the overhead hyperactivity has started up; the rumbling noise that purports to be the sliding glass door. Not so, it is directly overhead when it should be 8' away, the constant use belies any normal "resident" behavior, and lastly, it would not come through anywhere as near as loud through concrete floors/ceilings. It is another projected noise from the endless database of the perps and their thankless jerkaround that continues.
Last night they got into unabashed needle like jabbings; while taking a pee, the fuckers jabbed me in the leg for no reason. A few minutes later I changed out of my clothes, and when horizontal in bed, the fuckers jabbed me in the same place on my leg. As best as I know, that is a blatant pain to neural energetics test in the vertical, and then the prone position, a fishing expedition looking for the neural energetics correlates of the two positions, along with correlating that to the urine they would of been assaying also. It never ends; this thankless sadism after being covertly fucked with for 47 years. Now I am getting masered in the eyes again, as they attempt to bring their fuzzy zingers to follow my central vision.
2000h
Another outbreak of hyperactive rumbling overhead was started as I was reviewing my journalling above; the fuckers go hyperactive when I am editing my work. Any noise that is vogue will do, no matter the apparent absurdity of the cover story, even if there is one.
I am still pissed the perps won't let me bend down the way I want to, which is always at the knees, and not at the waist as all their fucking operatives and gangstalkers do. Only after three weeks in this apartment did they even let me be aware of my own habits, never mind the clumsy and stupid manner in reaching down that they have imposed upon me. I reckon this planted "awareness" is to create more friction and annoyance more than anything. The trick of letting me in on how I am being fucked with, so to have me vocalize more.
More overhead rumbling as the absurdity of this projected noise without a plausible cover story continues. Now a car alarm has started up, and I get at least one per day now.
There has been an increase in the number of red plasma flashings of late; they will plant them anytime I close my eyes or blink, but of late they have been putting them in my peripherial vision either as an augmentation of the color of an object similarly colored, or else a blatant "in my face" blast of red. Yesterday there were more red flashings sitting in front of me sitting above the sidewalk. In the past, they have bombarded me with red plasma flashings, and it is extremely disorientating. While walking in dappled shade, the perps also put on red flashes in a stroboscopic manner, as if this were "normal" passing through light and shade.
2225h
After doing some Bookmarks broken link maintenance, the perps decided to crank up the vision impairment fuckery in both eyes, so that was the end of the noble effort. There is a decided interation of the noise events; the overhead rumbling, the loud motorcycles trailing off into the distance, the bus noises (now louder, and with a turbo whine), glass bashing, and then it repeats again, likely culminating in the vison fucking to end my activity for the day.
Time to call this a posting and blog off, and pardon the typos and other syntax problems, as I am being mind-fucked out of editing my work.
Another case of longtime habit disruption/cum mind-fucking. I "somehow forgot" to shave the mustache portion of my face today, again, something that has happened only since the harassment started up, and about two years ago when they could first fuck me out of this part of my daily routine.
A five minute trip to LD for toothpaste only turned into a nonstop freak show from begining to end. It all began when I had just readied myself to go out and my in-town brother "happened" to call about moving the last of my belongings from his place. That necessitated a call to the building manager to unlock the storage area before I headed out the door. Regular readers will know the the microphone pickup of the phone serves as a surveillance device, as do all sensors, in remotely assaying one's energetic activity (both mind and body scalar energies, IMHO).
And while talking to my brother, "I" (as in mind-fucked me) mixed up the words 'yesterday' and 'today', which has never happened before, proof to me of mind control or else a severe clinical impairment that the doctor chooses to ignore, take your pick. I did not "notice" that I made this "mistake" until my brother pointed it out to me. This mind-fucking at this level is a new advancement and may well represent an increase of the perp's ability to fuck my speech and syntax in greater degree than ever before.
The theme of the perp stunts for the short shopping trip to LD was white and blue colored clothing; all white, white pants, white hat and same color sweater as my teal blue vest, white and black. And also, the mid blue of jeans, with a shift to light blue clothing when in the LD store. Listing the constant gangstalk freakshow events in bullet form:
- a palette jack gangstalk, the operative crossing the street on a no walk signal with a palette jack in tow, and then turning 90 degrees and crossing the same street I was, paralleling me, he crossing behind a silver grey Volvo wagon at the traffic light,
- the male buddy act, both in late 50's with white hair, bumping into each other and almost holding hands passing me, yet again, at a sidewalk constriction,
- a "just sitting there" (sentry duty) dude all in jeans wear opposite a constriction in the sidewalk where his deep red metallic red bicycle was located with his same colored helmet,
- a "just standing there" act at the top of the stairs, this 50 y.o. dude in the same blue clothing, but not jeans wear, and not even the cigarette break cover story,
- three MIW, men in white, the "staff" of a new bakery that is next to a supermarket (unbelievably), three of them, loosely clustered outside their store to force me to walk between them,
- two more gangstalkers ahead of me, one with a same colored sweater as my teal vest,
- two more gangstalkers erupted from the LD store, seemingly together, one in a wheelchair, representational of the handicapped demographic,
- a white haired male in a light blue color dress shirt and a large gut (aka fat guy) which was seen in profile schleps in ahead of me, then he slows down in the entry area to "peruse" the newspapers,
- two more "staff" come at me as I am on my way to get toothpaste, one wearing the same light blue colored dress shirt as the fat guy,
- at least two more faux customer gangstalkers pop out from behind a pillar as I am on my way to the checkout,
- at the check out the fat guy (above) in a light blue shirt is still at the newspapers, putting on the bend-over act in "deciding" which newspaper to select,
- another light blue shirted male staff member cruises by, 8' away, while still in the checkout line,
- a large woman in black sneaks up behind me to putz with the magazines 2' from me, also doing a bend-over behind me, as an ostensible staff member, though not in blue,
- as I finish up at the checkout I get a "customer" standing in my way, and I get zoned out on dealing with my change from a $20, one of which is a $5 bill, also in light blue
- I get out of the store and there is a large woman in brown clothing on the cell phone blocking egress,
- another elderly woman (a certified demographic) gangstalker comes at me to then arrive in a walkway constriction point where a manekin is placed on a chair outside a clothing store
- then the non-jeans wearing but same color of blue dude on sentry duty (above) has decided to gangstalk me at the corner,
- the wheelchair and "friend" act (above) who should of been long gone as they exited the LD store when I entered are putzing about on the walkway, and appear to be engaged in some mindless stunt, all smiles,
- once I get near my apartment, a male with the mental and physical handicap act "happens" to be entering the door ahead of me, ("meeting" there for the third time in as many weeks), wearing the hated white pants with a black colored coat on (an open-mouther act too),
- there were a few more freaks enroute, and in the LD store, and I cannot recall the remainder.
My brother came to drop off the last of my belongings that are stored at his place; he stretched this out to arrive at the time I would ordinarily be making lunch, to extend my gangstalking exposure time without having a recent meal (only breakfast since 0830h).
And as it so happened, some of the more useful items came in this load, two garbage cans, the toilet cleaning brush and the almighty plunger, the most needed item of in dealing with the shit games the perps keep planting on me, as past blogs have detailed.
Moving the belongings from his van to the the door was the usual gangstalked event; one of the fuckers was in a white varsity type jacket with white leather arms and a dark blue torso portion. He was firstly on his cell phone outside the building, and then joined us later for a ride in the elevator. The children from the putative daycare on this floor were in the hallway sleeping in their stroller, and later, the daycare operator was walking the same stroller outside near us unloading boxes. And by dint of fluke, related to the current perp innudation of the color orange everywhere, the child's blanket was orange, and it was clear I was to see it in the hallway under artificial lighting conditions, and then again in daylight. Other shiftless males walked by, and then reversed direction within a few minutes to come from the opposite direction, especially the brown skinned dude with his mouth hanging open.
As I was busy humphing boxes, I cannot recall all the gangstalking action that was coursing about, but I did note that my brother parked beside the curb gutter puddle again, the only instance of a puddle within many blocks, as the water was not sourced from any recent rain. Fortuneately, there were no puddle dumping games, even if we had to work over top of it, as he parked further away from the curb this time.
Then after moving the boxes into my apartment, my brother has a "sudden" liking to my office chair, and uses this as an excuse to sit in and try it out. Of course he passed on the offering of an identical free chair last week, as he took it to the local charity for me. This was a feint for him in his brown coat to sit in it and provide the sickos with some brown color energetics assay possibilities as I don't have such a colored garment. He also go into his sunglasses again for no reason, as he was in the shade or inside the building. It is the second time he has put on shades midway through moving my items to my apartment. Naturally, he was evasive as to why he put them on, and had them slipped down his nose for the elevator trip up. The operatives wearing shades even on rainy days is nothing new, all part of the sick minded freak show that the assholes have cast me into.
The unpacking of boxes is also an excuse for the perps to put things back in that they have stolen previously. And it so "happened", that the fuckers who stole my car speakers and CD deck from my parents' place only the week before I wanted them installed in readying my vehicle for turnover to my daughter, put these items in my boxes. There was no way any kind of mistake was made, and my mother was "attempting" to understand how these items went missing from her house at the time.
Related to this, the installation of these items could be a birthday present for my daughter who is now driving the vehicle. And her birthday is three weeks hence.
And part of the arrangement in my sorting through my belongings is that I truck the unwanted items to the charity a half block down the street. I made three trips to accomplish this, and there were perps and gangstalkers all over me each time, trying out new colors of clothing, and vehicles passing by in the street, just ahead of me crossing it.
And the gate to the charity was closed, but a woman in crimson red, down to her tights, was on duty (more like, was arranged to be there), and I called out if they wanted three loads of items, and she walked the 40' of driveway to let me in. I saw this as another case of slow distance dependent testing of a person in red, as other red garment shows came on in the elevator, as well as five at a glance deep metallic red vehicles posted nearby. Anyhow, I got all the moving done; tossing out a whole lot of stuff, and keeping books that are germane to this ongoing harassment fuckery.
As part of that, some "new" books also showed up in the boxes, and they might well be perp planted. Because they can now fuck with my recall at will, I cannot be absolutely sure if I purchased them or not. That will make for some reading material on hand, but the same provisio may apply, I won't be able to understand the contents thanks to the perp sickos who have impaired my learning abilities since birth. This has been documented since 1960, and also in 1998. Though, I also suspect that they dynamically fuck with what I learn in realtime, as the number of "don't get it" episodes has gone up since they began their overt harassment in 2002.
As part of the moving boxes to the charity or my storage locker exercise, one of the elevators was shut down, and this served as a reason to pack the elevators with more gangstalkers and for longer wait times. Also, the elevator serviceman come by for two gangstalkings, which might relate to the fact that he was at the bottom of one of the elevator shafts for energetics interaction. He was dressed in a "safe" color, navy blue.
The sickos were also trying out less favored colors on me. I mentioned the lady in all red above, but they also packed the elevators with two operatives wearing the same shirt color, burgundy red, appearing to be separate parties. On my last trip outside to donate my belongings, they put a woman in a red leather jacket some 60' ahead of me.
Before that, a blonde man in a varsity like jacket of white leather arms and a navy blue wool torso portion was hanging around on sentry duty outside the apartment building on his cell phone. He then disappeared for one box load into the building, and then "showed" up in the elevator beside me. This may have attempted to leverage their earlier games with white and blue on the earlier trip to the LD store, per above. By my estimation, the perps are sucking wind bigtime in getting their colors, gangstalking genders and the rest of their vile energetics fuckery quantified. This doesn't stop them, they just keep fucking me around all the more; five years of this and counting.
1940h
The typo fuckery has been increased of late; sometimes the perps have me go through four attempts to spell a given word, enough to rile me up and vocalize my complaint.
And the overhead hyperactivity has started up; the rumbling noise that purports to be the sliding glass door. Not so, it is directly overhead when it should be 8' away, the constant use belies any normal "resident" behavior, and lastly, it would not come through anywhere as near as loud through concrete floors/ceilings. It is another projected noise from the endless database of the perps and their thankless jerkaround that continues.
Last night they got into unabashed needle like jabbings; while taking a pee, the fuckers jabbed me in the leg for no reason. A few minutes later I changed out of my clothes, and when horizontal in bed, the fuckers jabbed me in the same place on my leg. As best as I know, that is a blatant pain to neural energetics test in the vertical, and then the prone position, a fishing expedition looking for the neural energetics correlates of the two positions, along with correlating that to the urine they would of been assaying also. It never ends; this thankless sadism after being covertly fucked with for 47 years. Now I am getting masered in the eyes again, as they attempt to bring their fuzzy zingers to follow my central vision.
2000h
Another outbreak of hyperactive rumbling overhead was started as I was reviewing my journalling above; the fuckers go hyperactive when I am editing my work. Any noise that is vogue will do, no matter the apparent absurdity of the cover story, even if there is one.
I am still pissed the perps won't let me bend down the way I want to, which is always at the knees, and not at the waist as all their fucking operatives and gangstalkers do. Only after three weeks in this apartment did they even let me be aware of my own habits, never mind the clumsy and stupid manner in reaching down that they have imposed upon me. I reckon this planted "awareness" is to create more friction and annoyance more than anything. The trick of letting me in on how I am being fucked with, so to have me vocalize more.
More overhead rumbling as the absurdity of this projected noise without a plausible cover story continues. Now a car alarm has started up, and I get at least one per day now.
There has been an increase in the number of red plasma flashings of late; they will plant them anytime I close my eyes or blink, but of late they have been putting them in my peripherial vision either as an augmentation of the color of an object similarly colored, or else a blatant "in my face" blast of red. Yesterday there were more red flashings sitting in front of me sitting above the sidewalk. In the past, they have bombarded me with red plasma flashings, and it is extremely disorientating. While walking in dappled shade, the perps also put on red flashes in a stroboscopic manner, as if this were "normal" passing through light and shade.
2225h
After doing some Bookmarks broken link maintenance, the perps decided to crank up the vision impairment fuckery in both eyes, so that was the end of the noble effort. There is a decided interation of the noise events; the overhead rumbling, the loud motorcycles trailing off into the distance, the bus noises (now louder, and with a turbo whine), glass bashing, and then it repeats again, likely culminating in the vison fucking to end my activity for the day.
Time to call this a posting and blog off, and pardon the typos and other syntax problems, as I am being mind-fucked out of editing my work.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Uptown Coughing and Hacking
1015h
This apartment block is decidedly more uptown than the putative rooming house that I lived in for the past seven months until May 01, 2007. But, the same noises are resurfacing, and the latest is the "vagrant's coughing jag", an extended coughing fit from poor health "erupted" in the hallway that belies the kind of tenant that would live here. The only reason I can afford to live here is that I get a subsidy on the rent, though in fact, that doesn't stop the vagrant class from getting one too.
This noise, like nearly all of them, are either continuations of the noise of the last residence location, or ones before that when I lived in a concrete building, like this is. I was introduced early in the overt harassment campaign with feigned coughing that erupted anytime I was proximate to the planted fuckers at the hospital where I was illegally incarcerated for five months.
My theory on the constant coughing and hacking that erupts anywhere in my proximity, from yoga to malls to the grocery store, is that the brain must process this sound in an region of extreme interest to the perps, as they conduct their realtime mind-control energetics study on me, as well as applying the results to me, their backtest subject of first resort.
Today is a nation-wide holiday, always a long weekend for Victoria Day. And in this City of Victoria they put on a substantial parade through the downtown area, with many of the marching bands from Washington State, who are readying themselves for their long weekend, next week. Which means that most of the downtown streets are blocked off, and that the traffic around this apartment, only two blocks away, should be light. But, going by the noisescape, one would think that I live next to a freeway for all the high speed like swishing sound of road traffic.
As usual, I got the overhead pounding and rumbling noise within a minute of getting to bed last night; this has been consistent since the first week I moved in. Again, it is physically impossible for someone to pound and vibrate the 4" of concrete that separates one floor from another, and yet it goes on all the time, sometimes in rapid back and forth sequences.
1300h
After three weeks living in this apartment, I am now allowed to bend down the way I would normally, which is at my knees, as I am flexible enough to do that, nor overweight. Imagine that, not being allowed access to one's normal modes of action, but instead, get fucked into the old folks method of bending over, from the waist. Which is exactly what the gangstalkers and operatives do all the time in public, their "bend-overs", pretending to be extremely interested in something on the aisle displays. For three weeks, I have been aware that this is not the way I bend over, or reach something lowdown in the fridge, and yet I was fucked out of even knowing what my normal habit is. Fucking sick to say the least.
Now that the parade is over, it is back to full street noise, per amplified and projected noise games. A total barrage of motorcycle noises and loud mufflered vehicles accompanied the last PC shutdown, movement to the kitchen, making lunch, eating lunch and then doing the dishes. That is about 10 minutes straight, something they don't ordinarily do for lack of cover story, but today, it doesn't matter for some reason. Which suggests that they wanted to cover my neural energetics from this activity to lunch, using the same noise type, in the expectation that they could track the same thoughts and actions they don't yet control between the two activities. That is my take on it, and to date, I haven't found any new information, and no one has offered any.
1410h
This is a bell ringing moment; the one block away Cathedral bells are ringing on a Monday afternoon no less. Past readers will know that there is a considerable interest in the perps creating noise and vibration, hence the ubiquitous clanging and banging of objects, and judging from the last residence location, church bells are an ideal item to have vibrating, as even this will perturb the etheric votices, which in turn, offer more likelihood of quantifying those around me, especially as they relate to mind-control.
At lunch, my visual field was constantly filled with maser and plasma activity; it is a virtual constant not only where I live, but any place I frequent. Very often, the maser zingers will jump into my view while I am turning a corner to change the direction of my walking, usually at a right angle.
1630h
I went for a short shopping trip on this long weekend day, and I got skunked by the crowds the perps put on. I haven't had one of these in three years, but today, there were long lineups at every availible checkout. So I put down the black plastic shopping basket and bailed out, though not before two of the same orange wearing males were my ersatz sentries that I was compelled to walk between. And the usual head swivelling routine, stopping in the middle of the intersection of two aisles and pretending to be unaware of it. Even for that five minute exercise, which includes transit time to and from my apartment, the perps put on plenty of the selected gangstalker demographics. And they even put on someone doing the left-hand drive walking routine, walking exactly in my intended path toward me, which happens nearly every time I am outside.
And that five minute episode was likely the big event of the day, as they had me cooped up, and noisestalked for all the preceding hours since I got up.
The maser action is constant, even as I look at anything, and it is not only in my peripherial vision like they usually do. The walls have these filamentous wispy trails gliding along the surface, and any imperfection in the surface is a new place for these to emanate from. And there has been additional dents and bumps in my walls since I arrived, and the odd greyish graphite smudge like additions.
1745h
This must be the pre-dinner time excitement moment for perp research; I have a very active noisescape with sirens, 2 cycle motorcycle noise, overhead pounding and vibration, birds chirping (though none to be seen) and overhead tapping. And the masers are coming straight off this LCD panel as I type this, adding to the perturbance.
I am getting jabs in my right eye today, after getting the same in my leg, near my knee. I reckon this is more neural energetics response testing in conjunction with my thoughts, observations or actions. The eye jab erupted the very same instance I was reading the email of TI involved with activism, so the perps might be looking for some kind of correlative energy if they are monitoring the TI at the same level as ragging me every second.
1900h
I just got nailed with a faux reflection off the tower some 120' away, and this now serves as the "reason" a retina burn (actually a plasma incursion), is staying in my vision. Never mind the absurdity of the how the offending window could reflect down when the window is tilted upward. Wherever I type I get this grey image, and if I look off-screen, I get a bright green image in its place. It is like no reItina burn that I have ever had, and it is very likely that all have been plasma incursions. This time, they have substantially less regard for faking reality, and are less hidebound by conventional reality as they make their own.
2215h
More of the knee torquing torture tonight, but this time it is mated with simultaneous vision impairments, punching rumbling noise through my earmuffs, display of web pages etc. The whole combination of incursions and disruptions, touching as many senses as they can at onces. These fuckers are on one serious ego trip over their outlandish objectives, and they have enough sickos lined up to rotate them through and move them on to other Targeted Individuals, as my life has been rendered as dull as it can get.
Enough for a post, the vision fuckery is getting bad in both eyes, and call this almost shut-in day over.
This apartment block is decidedly more uptown than the putative rooming house that I lived in for the past seven months until May 01, 2007. But, the same noises are resurfacing, and the latest is the "vagrant's coughing jag", an extended coughing fit from poor health "erupted" in the hallway that belies the kind of tenant that would live here. The only reason I can afford to live here is that I get a subsidy on the rent, though in fact, that doesn't stop the vagrant class from getting one too.
This noise, like nearly all of them, are either continuations of the noise of the last residence location, or ones before that when I lived in a concrete building, like this is. I was introduced early in the overt harassment campaign with feigned coughing that erupted anytime I was proximate to the planted fuckers at the hospital where I was illegally incarcerated for five months.
My theory on the constant coughing and hacking that erupts anywhere in my proximity, from yoga to malls to the grocery store, is that the brain must process this sound in an region of extreme interest to the perps, as they conduct their realtime mind-control energetics study on me, as well as applying the results to me, their backtest subject of first resort.
Today is a nation-wide holiday, always a long weekend for Victoria Day. And in this City of Victoria they put on a substantial parade through the downtown area, with many of the marching bands from Washington State, who are readying themselves for their long weekend, next week. Which means that most of the downtown streets are blocked off, and that the traffic around this apartment, only two blocks away, should be light. But, going by the noisescape, one would think that I live next to a freeway for all the high speed like swishing sound of road traffic.
As usual, I got the overhead pounding and rumbling noise within a minute of getting to bed last night; this has been consistent since the first week I moved in. Again, it is physically impossible for someone to pound and vibrate the 4" of concrete that separates one floor from another, and yet it goes on all the time, sometimes in rapid back and forth sequences.
1300h
After three weeks living in this apartment, I am now allowed to bend down the way I would normally, which is at my knees, as I am flexible enough to do that, nor overweight. Imagine that, not being allowed access to one's normal modes of action, but instead, get fucked into the old folks method of bending over, from the waist. Which is exactly what the gangstalkers and operatives do all the time in public, their "bend-overs", pretending to be extremely interested in something on the aisle displays. For three weeks, I have been aware that this is not the way I bend over, or reach something lowdown in the fridge, and yet I was fucked out of even knowing what my normal habit is. Fucking sick to say the least.
Now that the parade is over, it is back to full street noise, per amplified and projected noise games. A total barrage of motorcycle noises and loud mufflered vehicles accompanied the last PC shutdown, movement to the kitchen, making lunch, eating lunch and then doing the dishes. That is about 10 minutes straight, something they don't ordinarily do for lack of cover story, but today, it doesn't matter for some reason. Which suggests that they wanted to cover my neural energetics from this activity to lunch, using the same noise type, in the expectation that they could track the same thoughts and actions they don't yet control between the two activities. That is my take on it, and to date, I haven't found any new information, and no one has offered any.
1410h
This is a bell ringing moment; the one block away Cathedral bells are ringing on a Monday afternoon no less. Past readers will know that there is a considerable interest in the perps creating noise and vibration, hence the ubiquitous clanging and banging of objects, and judging from the last residence location, church bells are an ideal item to have vibrating, as even this will perturb the etheric votices, which in turn, offer more likelihood of quantifying those around me, especially as they relate to mind-control.
At lunch, my visual field was constantly filled with maser and plasma activity; it is a virtual constant not only where I live, but any place I frequent. Very often, the maser zingers will jump into my view while I am turning a corner to change the direction of my walking, usually at a right angle.
1630h
I went for a short shopping trip on this long weekend day, and I got skunked by the crowds the perps put on. I haven't had one of these in three years, but today, there were long lineups at every availible checkout. So I put down the black plastic shopping basket and bailed out, though not before two of the same orange wearing males were my ersatz sentries that I was compelled to walk between. And the usual head swivelling routine, stopping in the middle of the intersection of two aisles and pretending to be unaware of it. Even for that five minute exercise, which includes transit time to and from my apartment, the perps put on plenty of the selected gangstalker demographics. And they even put on someone doing the left-hand drive walking routine, walking exactly in my intended path toward me, which happens nearly every time I am outside.
And that five minute episode was likely the big event of the day, as they had me cooped up, and noisestalked for all the preceding hours since I got up.
The maser action is constant, even as I look at anything, and it is not only in my peripherial vision like they usually do. The walls have these filamentous wispy trails gliding along the surface, and any imperfection in the surface is a new place for these to emanate from. And there has been additional dents and bumps in my walls since I arrived, and the odd greyish graphite smudge like additions.
1745h
This must be the pre-dinner time excitement moment for perp research; I have a very active noisescape with sirens, 2 cycle motorcycle noise, overhead pounding and vibration, birds chirping (though none to be seen) and overhead tapping. And the masers are coming straight off this LCD panel as I type this, adding to the perturbance.
I am getting jabs in my right eye today, after getting the same in my leg, near my knee. I reckon this is more neural energetics response testing in conjunction with my thoughts, observations or actions. The eye jab erupted the very same instance I was reading the email of TI involved with activism, so the perps might be looking for some kind of correlative energy if they are monitoring the TI at the same level as ragging me every second.
1900h
I just got nailed with a faux reflection off the tower some 120' away, and this now serves as the "reason" a retina burn (actually a plasma incursion), is staying in my vision. Never mind the absurdity of the how the offending window could reflect down when the window is tilted upward. Wherever I type I get this grey image, and if I look off-screen, I get a bright green image in its place. It is like no reItina burn that I have ever had, and it is very likely that all have been plasma incursions. This time, they have substantially less regard for faking reality, and are less hidebound by conventional reality as they make their own.
2215h
More of the knee torquing torture tonight, but this time it is mated with simultaneous vision impairments, punching rumbling noise through my earmuffs, display of web pages etc. The whole combination of incursions and disruptions, touching as many senses as they can at onces. These fuckers are on one serious ego trip over their outlandish objectives, and they have enough sickos lined up to rotate them through and move them on to other Targeted Individuals, as my life has been rendered as dull as it can get.
Enough for a post, the vision fuckery is getting bad in both eyes, and call this almost shut-in day over.
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