1745h
And did I not predict more tiger activity after the Tiger Woods and the rampant tigers at the zoo? I got two exposures of tigers, this week's (or month's) seeming theme. Last night on Frost, he was unravelling an illegal animal trade operation, and lo, if he didn't have finale with a tiger that left from its cage. Onto the next show, a documentary on India, and the mangrove swamps of the Sunderbans River delta where tigers roam, and the increasing number of "tiger widows", a consequence of their hunting husbands getting mauled as they hunt from small boats in the swamps. My empathies lie with the tigers. What exactly the perps are attempting to gain by their tiger exposure games I have no idea. Another tiger story of some time ago was when I was at a local club that had Rod Piazza and the Mighty Flyers and in another part of the club was a strip joint, with a stripper that has does an act with the tiger. So...., during a break in the show, I went outside, but still in the building, to an area that overlooked a courtyard, and lo, if the woman, a handler and the tiger weren't walking in the public area. It seemed to be one of those "just happened' events", though in hindsight with the infernal harassment and abuse, as well as living an orchestrated and scripted life (it seems on balance), I suppose the perps had arranged this for whatever reason, and doubtless, the timing was impeccable as always, following a set of much appreciated good music. No more tiger stories, but I don't think this will be the last of the arranged exposures.
A full-on day of gangstalking, with the double event of staying at the home of the Fisrt Feral Family and not taking any yellow colored medications today. The yellow vehicle gangstalking was out in force, and I even had a side by side red and yellow vehicle with a white one in front so they could travel three abreast and prevent me from getting by. Another flux of dudes, more middle aged in the morning, and even wearing shorts for crissakes in the 0C degree weather. Later, while at the doctor's office, a parade of Fuckwits looking metally infirm, and in progressions of red, brown, and red and brown combination clothing that followed the initial wave of greys, blacks and whites. The doctor was at least 15 minutes late, and I was ten minutes early, so that made for quite a lengthy gangstalk parade. I also saw one of my female yoga classmates there, and I suppose that wasn't too out of the ordinary, given the clinical nature of the clientele.
The waiting room has these copper colored fabric chairs, a recent renovation, and I suppose this is a big attraction for the perps as well, as the copper colored vehicle gangstalking has increased to the point of even putting two of them in file sometimes. I cannot stand the color, save for more of the bronze variations, and the reddish copper colored vehicles are particular hideous IMHO. But as the perps are totally beserk over the color of everything I see or touch, and even the colors of the insulators of the AC wires, it is a mystery to me as to what exactly is the connection between all of the copper color games that they put me through.
The silver-grey games are constant, and it is one of their most common reference colors along with white, and this too likely has metallic connotations similarly to copper colors as detailed above. I am also getting more gold, and yellow-gold colors, though so far, this is much less than copper colored vehicular gangstalking. Chances are that the latter may increase along with the copper color games. It is all very perturbing to be in the center ring of this insane and abusive and depraved circus, and knowing one cannot get out.
The perps had me pumped for a confrontation with the health case worker at the doctor's as the rationale for today's consult which was on relatively short notice, as we were to meet Feb. 10, the usual two to three month interval. But this appointment was two weeks after I saw him, and there was an implied need on his part to see me so soon. Said case worker did a cameo, getting in his office ahead of me to get a chart supposedly, and getting out before the consult started. She featured herself in fugly puke brown knitted wool coat, the kind the wind blows through. Then she was gone. So after some three months of this setup, where I wanted to address her gonzo jerkarounds that cost me two training grants ($12k) never materialized. The intent and the thought memes to rip her quisling broadsides was again thwarted, despite the perps not letting me forget this bullshit. Hopefully, this will be the end of it, as it had a recent revival as I encountered the training grant application submission, and her gonzo statement resurfaced.
Funny, how I didn't react with "fucking asshole" or such like when I saw her do her cameo, timed to occure when the office had been vacated, and the doctor and I were walking toward his office when she "happened" into view. AND that spells mind control writ large; anyone who jerks me around gets relegated to a lifetime category of "fucking asshole", "fucking sick asshole", "fucking scary asshole" or like. There is very little one can do to redeem themselves to escape such a deserved label in my way of seeing things, and she had already burned me once before after a prior "I won't screw you around" commitment. One of my most basic instincts, this attributive classification of "asshole" (i.e., a threat) never came to mind when I first saw her doing her cameo this afternoon. Another never-before behavior, and am pissed that I am not allowed to think "asshole" when I see one with a track record that earned such attribution. One is not allowed to be one's self.
Then onto the city bus freakshow afterward; the parade began again with bumper to bumper gangstalking vehicle traffic, and then put on the scary fucker dudes again, just about all of them with a cigarette in hand. The Big Yellow Fuckwit, likely put on because I don't take my yellow colored medication as I stay overnight at my parent's place and "forget" to bring them (everytime, weekly for over two years, give me a break), was on me with cigarette in hand. Then a negro male with a cigarette in hand, and then another dude with a cigarette followed within 20 seconds. Fucking weird, and the big joke might be that cigarettes must be some kind of brown color reference with a white colored paper around it, and presumably this color continuity is important. I suppose one shouldn't entertain that the cigarettes might have been from the same package. The perps also have a harassment theme related to one's lungs, breathing, and the energetic differential between the incoming air and the outgoing air. Yogis might infer this is related to the universal life force, if there is such a thing, and that it is manifested in one's breathing and oxygen and CO2 exchange. Obviously another long conspiratorial theme, and one that I am not much interested in, and am passing it on as a possible clue to what their beserk agenda is all about.
And more brown color games last night; my mother offers me a toffee when watching TV and I accept, put it into my mouth, and lo, if a brown skinned woman doesn't come into the show as a character. Ditto today in the doctor's office waiting room; a brown colored page of the newspaper comes into view, and lo, some 18' away, a same deep brown coated Fuckwit comes into view, loitering in front of the well lit Christmas tree.
Other stupid shit was at Home Depot this morning; a black leather jacketed Fuckwit only 8' from me starts doing his arm stretches in the aisle for crissakes; one was enough, but he kept on doing it for over 5 minutes straight, all the time I was attempting to find the fucking picture hangers which were put on the end of the aisle, all to force more back and forthing. (This is routine now; any store I don't know well is frought with going to the wrong places and some "missing" the very items I am looking for). Finally, at the far end of the aisle, having paralled the aisle with the leather jacketed Fuckwit doing his arm stretches, I find the picture hangers, and lo, if the Fuckwit isn't standing there with both arms extended horizontally, as if he was to be nailed to a cross. Fucking bizarre, along with the coterie of some four others who were placed around him, pretending this bizarre behavior wasn't happening. Never have so many shiftless and bizarre Fuckwits worked for so long and as strange a cause to deliver unrelenting harassment and abuse to serve the greater Psychopathic Imperative.
2315h
Other brown games today was on board the city bus freakshow, though less freaks but jam packed. Among the gangstalker crew were two children, age 6 or less, each with a gingerbread house made of (brown) graham crackers, white icing and embedded Smarties (dark brown inside). So..., only 6' away, and coddling them in their laps, but the Christmas time nonsense has no end of variations when it comes to putting on the parade in all its facets and fuckery. Past city bus freakshow trips this December have had four red velvet dressed Fuckwits in a Santa Claus outfits, though thankfully without the gut show.
And they almost didn't let me off the bus; two sentries at the back door, one on each side, and neither of the fuckers budged when it was profoundly clear that I wanted off and they were holding me up. On the left, a red-haired woman, and on the right, a red-coated high school student. Obviously this is a big Fuckover day, a Monday post First Feral Family home stayover, prior morning outings with the Matriarch Quisling, and then the doctors' visit, himself being brown skinned. And I did get a parade of red vehicles and redcoat Fuckwits passing by as seen in the window behind his head, so I can assume that these are the continuation of when they put the long-serving gangstalking Coca Cola delivery truck in the same juxtaposition. Other features of the active landscape behind him were vehicle lights; a new parking lot got put in two years ago on a sloped area, and lo, if one of the through lanes isn't arranged for vehicles to be elevated and pointing their headlights down toward me from 100' away, and the light beams coming in just beside his head. And he says that I am over sensitized to distractions; and I say that anyone would be in my cicumstances. And so goes the impasse.
And they had me succumb to his exhortations to take medication that will make me feel less put-upon, aka distracted and/or stressed by the ongoing parade of fuckwits, not to mention the onslaught of adversity that mostly gets delivered while here in the Magnetic Chamber (my apartment). So yet again, I am going to try one of his special medications, the one that someone with ADD would be least likely to take, and I am sure this serves the life-rape imperative more than me, and represents the fifth fucking time I will have been served this particular clinical brain blocker. We shall see how it goes, and hope that no more color coordination goes on with the pill color, white this time. Though snow isn't forecast here, it is for Vancouver, and we might get some as well. Regular readers may recall that the last such medication intake I relented to were orange colored pills, and within two days of taking them, why, a First Feral Family dinner was scripted and we had three kinds of orange colored vegetables. Enough to make me dizzy it seemed at the time, and perhaps the perps were directly manipulating up my distaste for orange colored objects. I still get the orange plastic bag patrol, and only yesterday one fuckwit started swinging it about as I was going to pass him by and relieved of this stupid irritation.
Its past midnight almost, so time to call this one done and pull myself from the chirping and ringing earmuffs; the sound slowly builds up and I don't notice it until the assholes want me to.
Note to the Anonymous who sent four comments with Youtube video links; the Windows Cut and Past functions are stripped from Blogspot and I cannot view them in advance of rejecting/publishing them. Can you send some confirmatory email or comment that these You Tube videos are legit and not spam? Thanks.
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Monday, December 14, 2009
Monday, December 07, 2009
A Monday of Cold Temperature
2200h
A relatively slack day, but not free from abusive fuckery to get me rage-ified by any means. This is a return to the full-on Monday abuse earlier in the year when staying at the First Feral Family home overnight Sunday (arriving there in the afternoon), and then undertaking various tasks while there Monday morning. The plan was to do a four-way compost amalgamation; the chopped leaves, the loose leaves, the stalled compost in the compost bin and the everything else pile (pulled plants, flower pot dumpings etc.). But as there is an Arctic front over the Pacific Northwest and into the Prairies, it wasn't the best idea. So.. in the prearranged and scripted life I lead, I was doing driving duty for my mother to a few local stores and then onto another suburban mall from where I took the bus into downtown Victoria, where I live. Anytime I accompany quislings of the First Feral Family is always a big gangstalking show, vehicular and ambulatory, and this was no exception. Feeding Day at the Trough of Covert Abuse Operations, all in the name of mind control research and whatever else the assholes are riding me for, though seeming to be hugely important given that they haven't come out of the closet for over 7.5 years.
And it was so cold, (ahemm, the putative rationale), that the store staff were wearing toques and black fleece gloves for crissakes, not unlike me as well. Call it parallel clothing emulation, but I am sure there is much more to it than that. And I did get my freakshow on the city bus again, and they are putting on many more male shiftless Fuckwits with no apparent day job but to wear gradations of brown hued clothing, and as the coup de gras, only three stops short of getting off, a (brown skinned) Asian male next to me and a woman on the opposite side sat down at the same time on either side of me in the wider bench seat facing the aisle. I don't normally sit where the geriatrics and handicapped types sit, but as there was over 30 Fuckwits on the bus at 1130h, there wasn't much availible seating. As the Unfavored crowd went the bus ride wasn't too freakish; no skinheaded males and no negroes, something they have been heavy on for the last two weeks. Mondays are often a change up in gangstalker themes for a week or so, so perhaps they will put this on for the rest of the week.
It looks like the cold spell will run until Friday, with some hint of snow for Saturday and Sunday. One cannot take the weather forecasts as accurate as they like me to be faked out as much as not knowing. It is rare that they have me know the forecast and then have actually know it was accurate. These Arctic fronts that chill down the Pacific coast aren't unusual, there is usually one or two per winter, so I won't ascribe any perp manipulation to this event, though they do like to impose temperature variations to aid in their remotely applied energetics surveillance methods. I routinely get the hot and cold supermarket items placed around me at the checkout; gangstalkers ahead and behind with frozen and hot cooked food items is very common.
But I did get some extra-stupid checkout action today after getting off the bus and before returning to my apartment. The items were rung through, and lo, if the cashier's computer didn't freeze up and I couldn't pay, the problem first assigned to my debit card but that wasn't the case. And so, the cashier took me to another checkout, she packing the bag, and then taking it all out and re-scanning it into another bag. As part of the cash register shutdown there were a few phone calls she made to see if she could get help as well as logged into the new checkout. Anyhow, regular readers will be familiar with the perps' ongoing insane and unrelenting interest level in all financial transactions, be they debit cards at checkouts, mailed checks, ATM transactions, exchange of cash (recieved or given), and even the lowly coin trays of the washer and dryer on this floor. When they first went overt in 2002, the gangstalker dudes would suddenly arrive at the checkout and then turn their backs toward me and pretend to be engaged in shopping. It was a bizarre as it was consistent, and often an additional posse was in place before I went to the checkout. All this time it has been no different, just less blatant, and usually with Favored demographic group members (blonde and/or attractive females as one example), and now they are inserting more (Unfavored) dudes at the checkouts again, usually freakish weirds and adding more Unfavored clothing colors (browns, reds, yellows). All that elapsed time of abuse and they still haven't made it back to where they started at, likely a blitz in an attempt for quick achievement gains which didn't materialize. (The putative reason, as imparted by the perps, and sustained by their antics and props, is that they cannot remotely detect my energetic signature due to ubiquitous envornomental pollutants in me (like anyone else), that behave unpredictably at the quantum scale compared to the macro scale. To date, these are said (by them) to be PFOA's (teflon manufacturing compounds), PDBE's (fire retardants in carpets and furniture), glycols, PVC's (polyvinylchlorides), Polypropylene, bisphenol A (BPA), phthalates, DHMO (Dihydrogen Monoxide), urethane, phenols, PFOS and others. No doubt many of them were introduced into industrial production if my read on the depth and breadth of their machinations is approximately correct).
Another item of gangstalker clothing that is getting more attention these days is black leather jackets; at one of the stores I went to with my mother this morning, the shirt and tie dude was in a black leather jacket doing his encirclement of me with the store proprietor, also doing brown bag lugging. I get the black leather jacket brigade with me on the bus, and even for me to see through the open rear door from my seat when the bus has stopped. I don't know what the significance is from the perp's past (possible) traumatization games during the recall deletion years of 1956-60, but leather tanning involves a number of metal salts and it may present a more energetic surface from which to remotely detect energetic interactions with the victim.
One oddity in the realm of the vehicular gangstalking parade was parking a stump grinder next to me in traffic; an exposed circular blade of some 18" and with large projecting teeth, on an arm that can be swung in a horizontal arc. I often get tree and brush chippers being arranged around me, so this stump grinder was a variant on this regular theme that has persisted from the get-go in 2002.
Enough rambling on old themes, and time to call this one done for the day.
A relatively slack day, but not free from abusive fuckery to get me rage-ified by any means. This is a return to the full-on Monday abuse earlier in the year when staying at the First Feral Family home overnight Sunday (arriving there in the afternoon), and then undertaking various tasks while there Monday morning. The plan was to do a four-way compost amalgamation; the chopped leaves, the loose leaves, the stalled compost in the compost bin and the everything else pile (pulled plants, flower pot dumpings etc.). But as there is an Arctic front over the Pacific Northwest and into the Prairies, it wasn't the best idea. So.. in the prearranged and scripted life I lead, I was doing driving duty for my mother to a few local stores and then onto another suburban mall from where I took the bus into downtown Victoria, where I live. Anytime I accompany quislings of the First Feral Family is always a big gangstalking show, vehicular and ambulatory, and this was no exception. Feeding Day at the Trough of Covert Abuse Operations, all in the name of mind control research and whatever else the assholes are riding me for, though seeming to be hugely important given that they haven't come out of the closet for over 7.5 years.
And it was so cold, (ahemm, the putative rationale), that the store staff were wearing toques and black fleece gloves for crissakes, not unlike me as well. Call it parallel clothing emulation, but I am sure there is much more to it than that. And I did get my freakshow on the city bus again, and they are putting on many more male shiftless Fuckwits with no apparent day job but to wear gradations of brown hued clothing, and as the coup de gras, only three stops short of getting off, a (brown skinned) Asian male next to me and a woman on the opposite side sat down at the same time on either side of me in the wider bench seat facing the aisle. I don't normally sit where the geriatrics and handicapped types sit, but as there was over 30 Fuckwits on the bus at 1130h, there wasn't much availible seating. As the Unfavored crowd went the bus ride wasn't too freakish; no skinheaded males and no negroes, something they have been heavy on for the last two weeks. Mondays are often a change up in gangstalker themes for a week or so, so perhaps they will put this on for the rest of the week.
It looks like the cold spell will run until Friday, with some hint of snow for Saturday and Sunday. One cannot take the weather forecasts as accurate as they like me to be faked out as much as not knowing. It is rare that they have me know the forecast and then have actually know it was accurate. These Arctic fronts that chill down the Pacific coast aren't unusual, there is usually one or two per winter, so I won't ascribe any perp manipulation to this event, though they do like to impose temperature variations to aid in their remotely applied energetics surveillance methods. I routinely get the hot and cold supermarket items placed around me at the checkout; gangstalkers ahead and behind with frozen and hot cooked food items is very common.
But I did get some extra-stupid checkout action today after getting off the bus and before returning to my apartment. The items were rung through, and lo, if the cashier's computer didn't freeze up and I couldn't pay, the problem first assigned to my debit card but that wasn't the case. And so, the cashier took me to another checkout, she packing the bag, and then taking it all out and re-scanning it into another bag. As part of the cash register shutdown there were a few phone calls she made to see if she could get help as well as logged into the new checkout. Anyhow, regular readers will be familiar with the perps' ongoing insane and unrelenting interest level in all financial transactions, be they debit cards at checkouts, mailed checks, ATM transactions, exchange of cash (recieved or given), and even the lowly coin trays of the washer and dryer on this floor. When they first went overt in 2002, the gangstalker dudes would suddenly arrive at the checkout and then turn their backs toward me and pretend to be engaged in shopping. It was a bizarre as it was consistent, and often an additional posse was in place before I went to the checkout. All this time it has been no different, just less blatant, and usually with Favored demographic group members (blonde and/or attractive females as one example), and now they are inserting more (Unfavored) dudes at the checkouts again, usually freakish weirds and adding more Unfavored clothing colors (browns, reds, yellows). All that elapsed time of abuse and they still haven't made it back to where they started at, likely a blitz in an attempt for quick achievement gains which didn't materialize. (The putative reason, as imparted by the perps, and sustained by their antics and props, is that they cannot remotely detect my energetic signature due to ubiquitous envornomental pollutants in me (like anyone else), that behave unpredictably at the quantum scale compared to the macro scale. To date, these are said (by them) to be PFOA's (teflon manufacturing compounds), PDBE's (fire retardants in carpets and furniture), glycols, PVC's (polyvinylchlorides), Polypropylene, bisphenol A (BPA), phthalates, DHMO (Dihydrogen Monoxide), urethane, phenols, PFOS and others. No doubt many of them were introduced into industrial production if my read on the depth and breadth of their machinations is approximately correct).
Another item of gangstalker clothing that is getting more attention these days is black leather jackets; at one of the stores I went to with my mother this morning, the shirt and tie dude was in a black leather jacket doing his encirclement of me with the store proprietor, also doing brown bag lugging. I get the black leather jacket brigade with me on the bus, and even for me to see through the open rear door from my seat when the bus has stopped. I don't know what the significance is from the perp's past (possible) traumatization games during the recall deletion years of 1956-60, but leather tanning involves a number of metal salts and it may present a more energetic surface from which to remotely detect energetic interactions with the victim.
One oddity in the realm of the vehicular gangstalking parade was parking a stump grinder next to me in traffic; an exposed circular blade of some 18" and with large projecting teeth, on an arm that can be swung in a horizontal arc. I often get tree and brush chippers being arranged around me, so this stump grinder was a variant on this regular theme that has persisted from the get-go in 2002.
Enough rambling on old themes, and time to call this one done for the day.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Nothing in Particular
1535h
I had a two appointments morning, both at the same building. I met my caseworker and then did Qi Gong afterward. And it was my turn to be scheduled late for the latter, though two more Qi Gong attendees came after me. And as I predicted, the perps began filtering in brown skinned race members, an Asian woman was there for the first time. And the red hat act of last time was dressed in a 3/4 length black leather jacket with black gloves, and kept these outside clothes on for all of the Qi Gong class. Fucking ridiculous, though it is no secret that the perps favor black leather jackets, and even have their operatives wearing them on warm summer days.
And my "pals" of Qi Gong were all arranged for a 3/4 encirclement, and then further encroached upon my space as the class went on. One woman, a blonde, who was wearing a mid-blue track suit the last twice when I was there, arrived after me in this grotesque orange colored track suit. Talk about an affront to the eyes, and she placed herself beside the instructor where I couldn't miss this visual barrage. Anyhow, it was all over in 30 minutes. Fucking bizarre, and more to follow I assume.
I walked there and back, 25 minutes each way on a major thoroughfare, and there was plenty of color coordinated vehicle formations, and yesterday on that route, they put on a boom truck. (And arranged for me to walk underneath it as they were trimming tree branches). And plenty of vehicular traffic, and more than 3 times the normal flow, and there was also coordinated (same) colors of pedestrian gangstalkers as the vehicles that passed by them. I reckon the perps put at least 500 vehicles on gangstalk duty, over and above normal traffic flow today, for my 50 minutes of walking.
At one intersection corner where I make a right turn, the perps arranged for a Coca Cola delivery truck in red and metallic aluminum colors to be paralleled with a white 5 tonne delivery truck (6' apart) in a convenience store parking lot, and thereby monopolizing all of it to prevent any other vehicle egress. There is something about the Pandora and Cook Street intersection that the perps want to get a handle on, and this was evident long before today's large vehicular gangstalk at that corner. Not my problem, why am I constantly gangstalked there?
And the curse of the bad whistling continues to follow me; this time the waiting room had someone who was on duty for that number, and this is a regular event somewhere on my beat; checkouts, stores etc.
The case worker appointment was a wash, there was nothing vital going on, except that the perps "lowered the boom" again, and had me stumbling to find my words. They had me "turned on" last time for the nursing students, which my case worker praised me for today. And "somehow" the notion of asking her if this brilliance was me, or the mind-controlled me was dispensed with. The act of self-censorship is now mind-controllable in case one thinks there is any form of volition given to me.
Toward the end of the session with the case worker, she leaned in, and a maser shone only 1/4" from her right temple, and a hallway sourced noise erupted simultaneously. Another one of those signature magnetic field events that erupts beside or from the health care worker. I have no idea what is going on behind me, as they make sure there are no mirrors around. Qi Gong had plenty of furtive plasma beams in class, as well as odd reflections off surfaces, and of course, no one made any mention about it.
Another "TV" antenna was erected on a building opposite 100 yards away, they are the new growth industry in this city. And it should be noted, that this city has been on cablevision for over four decades, and the once forest of suburban TV antennae has long gone, but "happens" to be coming back now.
At least two awakenings last night; another round in the time series of listening to the coughing and hacking noise/act, and a mandated look at the bedding in this grainy contrasty look that the perps can bring about.
1800h
This is the post-dinner period where the perps lay on extra noise, but they were very busy while I was making dinner, and especially so when I was taking the cling wrap off the cheese. There have been many cling-wrap wars, and also, cheese is a major fetish for the assholes who flick chunks of it about, and who forced me into getting a slicer instead of the grater. (The latter couldn't be found in the last move). And they are still fucking with the lie of the slices, and always flip them about, usually at a 90 degrees offset between slices. It is simply amazing the amount of effort they devote to this banality, and won't summon the gumption to come out of the closet.
Anyhow, the entire objective of the constant annoyances is to keep me talking away, as in swearing in complaining about these gutless juvies that continue to keep me in this undeserved purgatory.
1825h
The front door and room shaking has ramped up to 2/minute as the putative residents depart in serial form, as if in a frat house. And while reading the name of an actress, not to be repeated here, the coughing was precisely time for that very moment of cognition. Similarly, yesterday, while reading the name of someone I know, the perps zoned me out so "I" didn't recognize the name, and kept reading. It was only upon re-reading was I allowed to recognize the name. And now, the distant loud mufflered vehicles are making their noise, as if I had the window open and I don't. More of the projected sound games IMHO.
2105h
The overhead pounding and squeaking has started up; I had been reading about the Boeing 787 aircraft, and the perps decided to get into noisestalking this with their most intrusive noise. The in-house "activities" had been minimal for the past hour or so, a welcome relief.
2140h
The adjacent parking lot action is heating up; they are supplying voice noise (as I call it) from my right side, even if there isn't a cover story for them to hang around in an ill-lit corner of the lot. About 10 minutes earlier, the perps created the noise of dinner plates slamming all by themselves, something they wouldn't do as they are lying flat. And they may have added a zap in there as "I" jumped some, and ordinarily I wouldn't have. I cannot trust any reaction to be my own.
2245h
Time to blog off, and call this another dull day in hell in the service on nonconsensual human experimentation.
I had a two appointments morning, both at the same building. I met my caseworker and then did Qi Gong afterward. And it was my turn to be scheduled late for the latter, though two more Qi Gong attendees came after me. And as I predicted, the perps began filtering in brown skinned race members, an Asian woman was there for the first time. And the red hat act of last time was dressed in a 3/4 length black leather jacket with black gloves, and kept these outside clothes on for all of the Qi Gong class. Fucking ridiculous, though it is no secret that the perps favor black leather jackets, and even have their operatives wearing them on warm summer days.
And my "pals" of Qi Gong were all arranged for a 3/4 encirclement, and then further encroached upon my space as the class went on. One woman, a blonde, who was wearing a mid-blue track suit the last twice when I was there, arrived after me in this grotesque orange colored track suit. Talk about an affront to the eyes, and she placed herself beside the instructor where I couldn't miss this visual barrage. Anyhow, it was all over in 30 minutes. Fucking bizarre, and more to follow I assume.
I walked there and back, 25 minutes each way on a major thoroughfare, and there was plenty of color coordinated vehicle formations, and yesterday on that route, they put on a boom truck. (And arranged for me to walk underneath it as they were trimming tree branches). And plenty of vehicular traffic, and more than 3 times the normal flow, and there was also coordinated (same) colors of pedestrian gangstalkers as the vehicles that passed by them. I reckon the perps put at least 500 vehicles on gangstalk duty, over and above normal traffic flow today, for my 50 minutes of walking.
At one intersection corner where I make a right turn, the perps arranged for a Coca Cola delivery truck in red and metallic aluminum colors to be paralleled with a white 5 tonne delivery truck (6' apart) in a convenience store parking lot, and thereby monopolizing all of it to prevent any other vehicle egress. There is something about the Pandora and Cook Street intersection that the perps want to get a handle on, and this was evident long before today's large vehicular gangstalk at that corner. Not my problem, why am I constantly gangstalked there?
And the curse of the bad whistling continues to follow me; this time the waiting room had someone who was on duty for that number, and this is a regular event somewhere on my beat; checkouts, stores etc.
The case worker appointment was a wash, there was nothing vital going on, except that the perps "lowered the boom" again, and had me stumbling to find my words. They had me "turned on" last time for the nursing students, which my case worker praised me for today. And "somehow" the notion of asking her if this brilliance was me, or the mind-controlled me was dispensed with. The act of self-censorship is now mind-controllable in case one thinks there is any form of volition given to me.
Toward the end of the session with the case worker, she leaned in, and a maser shone only 1/4" from her right temple, and a hallway sourced noise erupted simultaneously. Another one of those signature magnetic field events that erupts beside or from the health care worker. I have no idea what is going on behind me, as they make sure there are no mirrors around. Qi Gong had plenty of furtive plasma beams in class, as well as odd reflections off surfaces, and of course, no one made any mention about it.
Another "TV" antenna was erected on a building opposite 100 yards away, they are the new growth industry in this city. And it should be noted, that this city has been on cablevision for over four decades, and the once forest of suburban TV antennae has long gone, but "happens" to be coming back now.
At least two awakenings last night; another round in the time series of listening to the coughing and hacking noise/act, and a mandated look at the bedding in this grainy contrasty look that the perps can bring about.
1800h
This is the post-dinner period where the perps lay on extra noise, but they were very busy while I was making dinner, and especially so when I was taking the cling wrap off the cheese. There have been many cling-wrap wars, and also, cheese is a major fetish for the assholes who flick chunks of it about, and who forced me into getting a slicer instead of the grater. (The latter couldn't be found in the last move). And they are still fucking with the lie of the slices, and always flip them about, usually at a 90 degrees offset between slices. It is simply amazing the amount of effort they devote to this banality, and won't summon the gumption to come out of the closet.
Anyhow, the entire objective of the constant annoyances is to keep me talking away, as in swearing in complaining about these gutless juvies that continue to keep me in this undeserved purgatory.
1825h
The front door and room shaking has ramped up to 2/minute as the putative residents depart in serial form, as if in a frat house. And while reading the name of an actress, not to be repeated here, the coughing was precisely time for that very moment of cognition. Similarly, yesterday, while reading the name of someone I know, the perps zoned me out so "I" didn't recognize the name, and kept reading. It was only upon re-reading was I allowed to recognize the name. And now, the distant loud mufflered vehicles are making their noise, as if I had the window open and I don't. More of the projected sound games IMHO.
2105h
The overhead pounding and squeaking has started up; I had been reading about the Boeing 787 aircraft, and the perps decided to get into noisestalking this with their most intrusive noise. The in-house "activities" had been minimal for the past hour or so, a welcome relief.
2140h
The adjacent parking lot action is heating up; they are supplying voice noise (as I call it) from my right side, even if there isn't a cover story for them to hang around in an ill-lit corner of the lot. About 10 minutes earlier, the perps created the noise of dinner plates slamming all by themselves, something they wouldn't do as they are lying flat. And they may have added a zap in there as "I" jumped some, and ordinarily I wouldn't have. I cannot trust any reaction to be my own.
2245h
Time to blog off, and call this another dull day in hell in the service on nonconsensual human experimentation.
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