Eight months later I finally get it together to put a modest introduction together for my alternate blog (Potemkin Villager), dealing with technology related to hassling the living shit, literally and figuratively, out of TI victims.
04-20-2014
Sunday evening, and they let me out for a hike today, and the weather was decent. Though they did "de-tune" the sun over the afternoon as it got hazy with a high elevation overcast. The new backpack is becoming a pain, as it doesn't have that wonderful mesh frame that keeps it off my back that the small Deuter has. Backpacks are a constant ergonomic flux that I cannot get right, save aforementioned Deuter that is a useful lunch pail (28L) for nearly 10 years, but forget about packing for weather changes even for a day hike.
Anyhow, music listening seems to be a particular focus for the perps of late, and where I get the music from and in what form. Examples are online FLAC file sources, from a CD disc, and then the same music converted to a file. Also too is the location of the files; this here PC or the NAS I got stiffed with, and soon it seems, from a USB stick. The universal player has a different set of headphones and some of those discs are now copied into files. And too, I got hit with another Amazon.ca order for 9 items that got split into seven sub-orders, some of which is coming from the UK for only $3.49 shipping. This isn't the first time, but it seems that the journey of the CD is also important for the perps, hence these used discs, often $1 or so, to be shipped from across North America and the UK for a ridiculously low price. If I was to order it from Amazon.com, they would nail me for $16/CD. Go figure.
Then the utter abusive nonsense over my car deck is still going on; the Source button somehow (now) misses the CD choice and inserts another FM band. Well, there is a separate button for a "band" (a collection of FM or AM stations), and I didn't press it and somehow it got inserted into the Source button selection. And now, when I restart the vehicle it reverts to the "Tuner" source instead of where it was on the CD source. It was working fine until two weeks ago; if it was playing a CD when I stopped, it would pick up where it left off when I re-started the vehicle. Like WTF; a perfectly working CD-tuner deck goes wonky and "forgets" about the CD player and now reverts to Tuner when I re-start the vehicle.
The perps seem to be holding up an HDMI switch I need to get my player to have a display to set up file access, so at some point I expect to be switching between the two sources to access the same file, aka "convergence". It has only been a month since I ordered this HDMI switch, and I have sent the supplier two emails as to what is going on, to no response.
An online order went amiss yesterday, to send money to a lossless music file provider. I emailed them with the transaction number and they fixed it, conveniently forgetting that I had a download that didn't arrive and was billed for it. How three things went wrong when paying by credit card is beyond me, but have I not mentioned that all my financial transactions get gangstalked, screwed with or otherwise surveilled? Way too often to be sure.
Another online order got stalled out when the Create Account button didn't work, after I complied with all the mandatory data field entries. This wretched server rack project I got stiffed with is one that never ends. I ordered slides at $20/pair instead of $80/pair from server rack equipment suppliers. But of course that was too easy, as one must have connecting brackets to mount them. One supplier had wrap-around brackets that were made for a 1.74" width slide. My slides were 1.75" a single full U (rack Unit), so I knew they wouldn't fit. That was good for two weeks of stalling me out, and then in a moment of imposed "rationalization", (e.g. sloppy fitting, it will be OK, trust us), I ordered these brackets. They cost me $100 for four pairs (ordering half of what I needed for some "reason"), and when they arrived two weeks later, why, they didn't fit. Out by 0.01" and there was no way around it. That was good for stalling me out for four weeks, and when I had a second look at the mount brackets supplier, they had a design that was flat and no wrap-around flanges, which would fit for sure. And in attempting to remedy this long playing imposed ineptitude the perps crashed the above mentioned purchase attempt. And what is the whole point of this idiotic obstruction and protraction?
It never ends; for my online banking I wanted to add an "payee" to my online list, I found the right one, selected it, and there was no actual "Add" button for crissakes. The Enter button did nothing, and moving the cursor around to find a hidden button (it has "happened" in the past on some sites) found nothing. Tried another browser, got a blank page, tried another browser and logged in OK and the same problem. Did I not forecast (in general) this in my last blog posting? Now I find my question is part of online discussion for crissakes.
I got a reply about the"Add" button missing, and it is "Next, Clear, or Back", none of which was there either. When I phoned the next day to make the transfer, the customer service person wasn't too surprised that a missing button prevented me from adding a payee. "No selection button, that's strange", and on with managing this over the phone. That's strange, why aren't you more surprised and concerned about the bank's web pages breaking and preventing customers from normal online transactions? Of course I never get to skewer the assholes with a smart ass reply, never.
04-21-2014
A half-assed holiday in Canada, this Easter Monday; government offices are closed and that is about it. The vineyard work was about the same, the owner going over my winemaking notes with me, and then some lame-assed chores to do. One was delivering a jug of sulphuric acid to the neighbor apple farmer, on the same trip I made to fill a hole in the road near the pumpshouse next to the lake. Had to make a second trip, and lots of vehicles passing by of course....
PVC pipe fittings, taking it back plus more back, always a big perp event. I got set up and screwed around by the staff in the morning as all I wanted a straight 4" pipe connection, no bell end and no fittings/couplers. And guess what, he gives me the latter kind. The counter dude didn't know that there was a third kind of 4" pipe screw cap termination until I mentioned that I got some in the past, and only then did he go back to the supplies to find what I was looking for. I had the vineyard owner's receipt, taking back her pipe fittings too (of a few weeks ago, still in her purse), and took a piece of the straight pipe from the vineyard for which I was making up filter cartridge storage tubes. That begot plenty of activity around me, and too, when getting a refund. And it got screwed up, because the owner got the refund and I didn't get my reciept to claim. Out $24.
Jerked out of going to yoga on Monday for some curious reason; the instructor teaches two classes on Monday, but for some reason only the latter one I don't go to. Some one wanted Power Yoga off the schedule today
04-22-2014
A rainy morning, and fairly wet on the irrigation system work in the creek gully. I got to work out at the gym in the evening, and my regular big sloppy shorted Fuckwit was hounding me. At one point he arrives on a bench beside me, some 4' away, and then just sits there staring into the mirror. As before, going back to 2006-07 gym visits, I have never seen so many people go to a gym just to sit around.
04-23-2014
I worked in a creek or the gully under trees for much of the day, and a big gangstalk scene it was when I finished and on my driving commute back. I stopped at LD and the freakshow was in fine form. What is the deal with these weirds who enter the store while I am at the check out and then stop there, some 4' behind me in the middle of the main thoroughfare of the store? Fucking berserk, and it "happened" in two successive visits at the LD store. And I got scooped twice in succession at the checkouts, different ones, getting ahead of me. Funny how that happens so often and only extremely rarely do I scoop anyone. Maybe less than six times where I scoop a shill in the last 12 years, and some 150-200 times where they scoop me.
Got to use a chainsaw for about five minutes before it sputtered out on me. The owner somehow got it working just fine, making excuses that they have a limited running life. Ridiculous. They haven't let me run a chainsaw for at least 6 years, my brother's being the last one, coming straight from the shop and it wouldn't start. Not forgetting that bizarre incident about then, when going to the bus stop near the First Feral Family house, a Fuckwit walks out with a chainsaw from an empty lot, crosses the street and places it some 30' into the field in front of the church at the corner. Then he walks back to the empty lot and disappears. I had been using a chainsaw the day before, and this placed chainsaw was visible and some 120' from the bus stop I waited at. I think I posted a pic of it at the time.
Yoga on a Wednesday due to its seeming cancellation on Monday, A dishy blonde instructor, and the usual all-woman crew (class members) there, plus two drop-ins. Her Blondeness parked in front of me for some reason, as she is just about always across the room blocking my view on the side mirrors. There was plenty of room on the E side, but no one filled it for some reason. Perhaps they put Fuckwits there on the outside of the wall, leaning their backs to it possibly.
Planted romantic notions over the fantasy Fat Girl come and go all day it seems; funny how the Fat Girl theme comes on so strong when I haven't met any, or don't want to check them out.
04-24-2014
A mid-morning visit to the urologist started the gangstalking frenzy today, replete with male Fuckwits in the office, one somehow scooting in ahead of me after doing his legs-wide crotch exposure while seated.
Then the helicopter was out when I exited, streams of gangstalking vehicles, the dump truck, the trains of color coordinated vehicles, and then my boss phones me enroute when he "happened" to be ahead of me, driving back from his doctor's visit. More fine coincidences again, and I caught up with him and his wife at the gate to their vineyard.
04-25-2014
I was finally let out to do some work under the trees again, the irrigation pipes need to be supported, so I took some grape trellis posts and put two together, and a third to lean on them. Putting CCA (Cadmium, Copper and Arsenic) treated posts (the green colored ones) in a creek to forever leach these wonderful chemicals isn't my style, but that is how it is done here. And we know who likes to pollute things don't we? Just another variable in their long running pollute-the-earth games.
And it was the first day without coffee, per above urologist's suggestion. And lo, if the excessive morning time peeing just didn't suddenly stop. So... we have entered a new brown food/beverage testing phase by eliminating one daily brown colored beverage. It is extremely common for the perps to work from more complex events and then simplify them by removing one variable at a pre-defined determination. Bring on the chocolate anyhow; I don't see the perps giving up on this brown colored food.
I was all set to work out at the gym again this week, per planted notions. But only 2.5 min. on treadmill before I got inexplicably tired made it a pointless endeavor. The big fugly shorts dude was right behind me for the event of premature treadmill shutdown and hounded me all over the place after that, even planning his furry leg show (calves only, as his shorts were so long), when I was upside down on the bending over jig. The perps have a history of shutting down running, and the recent gym visits of the past two weeks suggested that they might be relenting, but only a single 15 min. treadmill exercise once per week is allowed. Back in 2003 in the first year of this abuse, they let me run outside, but after some months they totally shut me down by making me suddenly tired and lifeless, and there was no point in continuing. In 2006 when at the gym for an organized group session they only let me run so they could learn how to screw me out of body memory. They would scramble me as to my maximum speed, 10km/hr, and plant the notion that it was say, 11km/hr, and then when I noticed from body memory this was way too fast, the gangstalkers would swarm by. Or they did at first, but after some 10 sessions or so they had only a few come by when I noticed the treadmill was going too fast. It was mission accomplished when they ran me at 11km/hr and "somehow" I didn't notice for 30 seconds or so.
04-26-2014
Only 1135h on this Saturday, but what a gangstalking and Fuckover scene. At least six rage-ifications when making breakfast because of imposed messes; drops of milk hopping out of the pan twice, sending me to the fridge when I wanted the cupboard and a few others. A full frontal body hair shave this morning, another perp excitement event.
Then onto laundry, always a perp obsession especially that I head out to a laundromat. The boom/elevated platform was in the next house across the alley from my vehicle, the Fuckwit doing tall tree trimming. The laundromat had the loafing male in the white pickup sitting outside, but no one in it at first. About a minute later, some three parties of males arrive within half a minute, one party of two seemed to need to put on the yap. The skinhead of the party had me lined up for a stare when I looked in his direction, and his long hair pal kept his back to me. The skinhead later blocked the central aisle to force me around a table where another skinhead male was busy with his laundry, (he had just arrived, and then tailed me outside to his still-running vehicle next to mine). The red colored pants wearing laundromat male stalker was back again, making sure I saw plenty of his fugly red pants in my peripherial vision all the while.
Then onto the recycle glass depot amidst the long trains of gangstalking vehicles, and they even had one stop in mid-street outside the depot, stopping me for a half minute before I got the last parking stall as it was packed for some reason. Then the perps scrambled me as to where the tanning salon was, forcing me to go around twice. More long trains of gangstalking vehicles, adding some that went way too slow.
At the tanning salon, the near-ubiquitous male hanging around at the desk talking to the woman attendant was in place. And lo, if I didn't get fucked around as the bed didn't turn on when I was undressed with lotion slathered on me. This same bullshit almost "happened" two weeks ago when I was last there, a seeming flaky switch. There was no other customers in the place, so what was so complicated about setting it up? Apart from last week with a different attendant, there was never any problem over three winters. Just another jerkaround as far as I am concerned, last week being a "warm up".
Other freaks that were on show were the "jaywalking" motorized wheel chair, this Fuckwit woman crossing the road at an oblique angle to maximize street crossing time where I made a R turn for the last laundry load from the dryer. On the way back, why this same freak was crossing the road diagonally at the intersection where I made a R turn. An in-lane white stalker van came to lead me on my last trip as well; from where I was parked in the lane to 95% of the way there. I don't normally get this extra intense vehicular gangstalking, but it seems the perps were putting on all the abuse they could, and probably following on from that bullshit at the gym last night, per above. Add in the dithering dipshits driving, the excessive numbers of ambulatory Fuckwits doing high arm swings, and the red-coat/shirt types, a final coup de grace with a his-and-her both in red coats, though dissimilar reds, holding hands, he in fugly brown shorts for crissakes.
Another event this morning was the landlady dropping off two Amazon orders, that presumably, arrived yesterday. It is just that she timed dropping them off just when I set off for the last trip to the laundromat. Not that she knocked on the door or otherwise introduced herself. And have I mentioned how often the perps like to arrange stunts and noises whenever I take possession of something. Adding fuel to their non-consensual human experimentation agenda, it that the two packages contained used CD's, which I am now listening to. All part of where the music comes from; not only where the CD is shipped from, but played off what device and in what form. Just to think, the whole MP3 thing of reduced music content and passing it around free on the web must be part of the perp's human research plan.
More music interaction; listening to LR and the Stone Ponys while ripping a CD also from today's mail arrival. Call it "music source confluence"; music from a disc player while ripping and editing metadata. Another variant is listening to a file download while ripping and editing another CD, different from LR but with a similar vocal range and tone. A related stunt was having me listen to music from my disc player and mind-fuck me into "thinking" that the PC media player could control it. An elaboration of this was that playing a file on the PC and it was faint; and the planted notion was that the download file has a copying problem. No.. it was the disc player's headphones on my head with nothing playing, and the faint music was from the headphones sitting on the PC. Exciting times in Perp-ville.
Later in the afternoon; is it just me, but why is robust software breaking of late? Media Center is serious hi-fi music player and it won't start properly and hangs, and has to be given the End Task treatment to end it. I start it again, and then it is fine. Tag Scanner is blowing up with "invalid pointer reference" when it has been rock solid for the last two years.
04-27-2014
More screaming at the assholes as they have blocked Cue Tools from working and then all the other music file splitting software I can find is compromised by versions that don't work unless I pay up, even if they say "Free Download" etc. And why would someone be so stupid to put all the songs of one album into one file in the first place? Dealing with the daily inanity of this unrelenting string of sabotaged software is more than I can take. The supposed all inclusive Media Player for which I paid $50 doesn't have any cue splitting functionality. Talk about a gross oversight, but of course I wasn't exposed to this whole file album absurdity until after I bought the software, some two years into ripping audio files (no mp3's). Then to type out this paragraph is also subject to finger fumbling sabotage to the point of yet more screaming at the assholes.
I got hit for a 1.5 hour nap attack around 1700h. Always a good way to punch a hole in one's day, as in nothing to show for it.
Time to call this week done, and suffer another.
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Sunday, April 27, 2014
Monday, July 01, 2013
Switch in the Dude Instructor
06-24-2013
For the second week in succession, the dude yoga instructor, as in skinhead and large gut, was put in place of the pixie girl. And of course I didn't look at the schedule in advance. All those prudent habits can be defeated anytime, including remembering one had them in the first place. The svelte dancer girl next to me served as the eye candy distraction instead. But as this male instructor is vague at times, and not always demonstrating, it increases the FUD as to what one is to do. And guess who likes to create FUD?
More rain today at the vineyard, but as the first round tucking was completed yesterday, I was working on the filter fittings to get them between pressure gauges, valves and T's so they could be mounted in a series. As mentioned many times, the perps have a particular focus on beverages and water flowing through plastic hoses, fittings, filters etc. Just to think, those fortunate enough to travel to warm regions and drinking out of a just-harvested coconut with a plastic straw would likely be part of this grand experiment.
06-25-2013
The cashier at a big box home improvement store gave me a lingering stare after offering me the till tape and then taking it back to do their finger scratch on the till tape. (Why, I don't know, but the store name begins with R and ends with A, and are a Canada-only chain). Bizarre behavior to say the least, even if she was an attractive blonde of age 40 or so. This was also exceptional as this store's cashiers nearly always have their head down and not looking at me, even to the level of being avoidant.
I got totally mind whacked, partly as a setup, "thinking" this was a Friday payday when it is a Tuesday. The Texan got my check ready today, when normally it is done on Thursday or Friday. That was the set-up part, and the invasive mind games started from there, first with noting the date was wrong and still not having a clue why. At least they terminated this game before I got to the bank and made it problematic all the more.
06-26-2013
More vineyard tucking, catching up with the rows that were tucked three weeks ago. An afternoon thunderstorm was coming up the lake and ended my day. I got to drive through it, and it was intense, though short, ten minutes or so. The perps pulled a changing vehicle color during the rainstorm; an oncoming vehicle appeared to be the same grey as mine, but with a teal patch on the hood and bumper. In the next glance, why, it was all teal colored. The perps have pulled this with faux negroes before; making an ambulatory umbrella bearing Caucasian appear to be a negro from further away, and then when closer, why they somehow changed races. Interesting that the perps pulled this vehicular color change, (or, manipulated my color receiving at the neural level) in a thunderstorm, though I don't know why, apart from the electrical disturbances.
A rare visit to Walmart, and after a freak show of four (two retards giving each other hand signals, and two tattoos) within 30' of the entrance, I made a quick exit, all to be obstructed by a shopping cart act on the way out. And how did I forget how much I loathe the store and why?
06-27-2013
A Thursday, but a day off to deal with two dental appointments in two cities; locally for a cleaning from the dental hygienist, and then a CT scan on a tooth in Kelowna , strip mall city this afternoon.
The chocolate "need" came on for the first time in a month last evening, so two 100g bars afterward (for a bigger brown color signature) and one at breakfast with coffee, for that melt-in-the-mouth sensation.
Post dental cleaning, and when online (color calibrated) the perps pull a vomit stunt. Ergo, they had me puke brown chocolate "remnants" into the toilet some two hours after my appointment. And lo, if some didn't "splash" (read, telekinetic manipulations) right back at me and onto the toilet seat and lid too. I haven't had a vomit attack since the early days of when all this came down, 04-2002. It would seem if the perps were looking for the effects (read, color energetics) of brown substances in the toilet, depending on where they came from.
Not forgetting the perps have me cycle/digest my food at significantly faster than the average; in 30 min.or less, and "somehow" I had the chocolate "remnants" last 3.5 hours. Seems like brown color testing to me.
And for the first time ever, a pending root canal-like pain dissipated to an almost nothing sensation over the past three weeks. A visit to the endodontic specialist and a CT scan of my teeth revealed no tooth breakage or assignable source. The pain was barely detectable today, where three days ago I couldn't chew soft gum on my L side. All in time for the endodontic dentist to find almost nothing. So what was that all about? Getting more X-rays to the head in another town, Kelowna?
Back in 1986-89 I was living in a small mountain town called Nelson. I had two root canals there, and both caused pain for months afterward. I was sent to the endodontic specialist in Kelowna to have a look, and after much paper filling and sitting around, he got to work tapping on all my teeth, only to find no conventional cause. At the end of the appointment he asks me what I think the problem might be. Like WTF; a dental specialist asks me after his inconclusive exam about a part of me that I can't readily see. So here we are again (2013), driving to the Endodontic City, this time armed with CT scanners and getting some, not all, teeth tapped to arrive at no evident (conventional) cause. And no WTF moment either; everything was professional, even if masers were floating off some of the equipment or coming in through the building glass from outside and into the exam room.
As always, I had my color coordinated posse of vehicles around me, and also for the oncoming traffic. Putting a tractor and (full height) trailer to block off my sight line of road signs was a good trick to raise my angst as well as recall this particular stunt for other new cities of the past.
I also had my male/dude force of gangstalking when ambulatory; two tool stores (good cover for shiftless males), and one used bookstore. In the latter case it was plain that the mofo's were herding me and attempting to get a Fuckwit parked over the very ground I had vacated. Also, to stand over me as I was crouched down to look at the bottom shelves. As soon as that bullshit erupted, I got myself to the cashier and got the fuck out. Last time I was there, and during (same) weekday hours, why, hardly anyone was there. This time, at least five males inside of three minutes, some doing reprise gangstalkings; coming by and feigning another look all to reverse their tracks and then come back again. Bad enough to have these sick shits keeping popping out to block my egress or intended path, never mind twice in one store visit. And one in a bright red shirt "happened" to walk the very street I was driving after I had finished in the bookstore.
06-29-2013
A Saturday, which means laundry, which means laundromat gangstalker stakeout. Though not many (15 or so) And I was stirred to get a portable clothesline, and couldn't find one at one store, and then when directed to the correct aisle, why three males were clustered there doing their faux shopping act. Onto the next store, skunked there too, though stalked by two longhaired males in the parking lot who departed only 5 seconds ahead of me. And lo, if they weren't in the parking lot of the next location I went to, heading in, a whole 5 seconds ahead of me. Funny how I "forgot" to track their vehicle, something that I routinely do. And the vehicular copycatting was also on full; vehicles turning out at the same time as me, and otherwise emulating my vehicular movements.
The HD motorcycle noise was cranked up to noise-track me from laundromat to my residence and while hanging up my laundry on my inadequate drying rack. Then the EC-120 helicopter flew overhead while hanging up my clothing, all to assure me that all was "normal" in TI World, aka Potemkin Village of the Harassed and Abused.
A shut-in afternoon, not wanting to go outside for whatever reason, even if sunny or warm. I get a three day weekend, as it is a Canada Day long weekend. It was to be a heat wave weekend, but so far, warm and mostly sunny. With some momentary rain thrown in too.
Some file manipulations, cut-paste etc. brought on a long round of dog barking for some reason this afternoon. As I have been repeatedly noisestalked and/or harassed for these events, why is it that this begets such activity now? And the hot-rod muffler noise came on when copying a CD to disc, with compression to a FLAC file.
And I see that my internet access has been nixed after the perps screwed me out of saving my session history, my "reminder" of what I was following and interested in when online. They like to take down my browse history, as it shows up in the tabs, every week or so. I don't know what they would get from this, apart from satisfying their excessive juvenility.
One interesting vignette at the vineyard yesterday; the Texan family member was lamenting that his email wasn't showing on his iPhone, and was waiting for an email from his wife to confirm the changed settings. I said I could send him one via the PC in the office, and so I did while he was hanging around. He kept looking for it, but gave up at first, and then came back some ten minutes later to show me that it had, putting the iPhone in front of me to see the message I had sent him. So what was that about, having me see the message I sent and then received on another computer display platform (his iPhone)? There must be something psychically intrinsic about what I composed, and who to, and what display device it shows up on. Not forgetting that the LCD screen serves as some kind of energy emitting device as well as a color reaction calibration device. Only 11 years of this abusive harassment so far, and I suspect there is a long way to go yet.
06-30-2013
Finally, I am allowed (such is my vocabulary) to get on with cleaning the bathroom of the plentiful grunge. It has been a month since I moved in, and this pressing matter did not get attended to because of other pressures. I have at least five hours spent on it and I still haven't finished.
07-01-2013
A lamentable Canada Day; I got to finally check the oil in my Camry, all to find I was two quarts down. Not any dashboard idiot lights conveyed this, nor did the engine temperature gauge. And for the record, I was absolutely on top of vehicle maintenance with my former Volvo 240 series vehicle, but "somehow" I never bothered to look for far too long. That is totally uncharacteristic and certain sign that my normal behaviors are getting remotely dithered. Apart from infuriating me, I don't know what the perps would get from this insane juvenility.
Onto posting this and starting a new week.
For the second week in succession, the dude yoga instructor, as in skinhead and large gut, was put in place of the pixie girl. And of course I didn't look at the schedule in advance. All those prudent habits can be defeated anytime, including remembering one had them in the first place. The svelte dancer girl next to me served as the eye candy distraction instead. But as this male instructor is vague at times, and not always demonstrating, it increases the FUD as to what one is to do. And guess who likes to create FUD?
More rain today at the vineyard, but as the first round tucking was completed yesterday, I was working on the filter fittings to get them between pressure gauges, valves and T's so they could be mounted in a series. As mentioned many times, the perps have a particular focus on beverages and water flowing through plastic hoses, fittings, filters etc. Just to think, those fortunate enough to travel to warm regions and drinking out of a just-harvested coconut with a plastic straw would likely be part of this grand experiment.
06-25-2013
The cashier at a big box home improvement store gave me a lingering stare after offering me the till tape and then taking it back to do their finger scratch on the till tape. (Why, I don't know, but the store name begins with R and ends with A, and are a Canada-only chain). Bizarre behavior to say the least, even if she was an attractive blonde of age 40 or so. This was also exceptional as this store's cashiers nearly always have their head down and not looking at me, even to the level of being avoidant.
I got totally mind whacked, partly as a setup, "thinking" this was a Friday payday when it is a Tuesday. The Texan got my check ready today, when normally it is done on Thursday or Friday. That was the set-up part, and the invasive mind games started from there, first with noting the date was wrong and still not having a clue why. At least they terminated this game before I got to the bank and made it problematic all the more.
06-26-2013
More vineyard tucking, catching up with the rows that were tucked three weeks ago. An afternoon thunderstorm was coming up the lake and ended my day. I got to drive through it, and it was intense, though short, ten minutes or so. The perps pulled a changing vehicle color during the rainstorm; an oncoming vehicle appeared to be the same grey as mine, but with a teal patch on the hood and bumper. In the next glance, why, it was all teal colored. The perps have pulled this with faux negroes before; making an ambulatory umbrella bearing Caucasian appear to be a negro from further away, and then when closer, why they somehow changed races. Interesting that the perps pulled this vehicular color change, (or, manipulated my color receiving at the neural level) in a thunderstorm, though I don't know why, apart from the electrical disturbances.
A rare visit to Walmart, and after a freak show of four (two retards giving each other hand signals, and two tattoos) within 30' of the entrance, I made a quick exit, all to be obstructed by a shopping cart act on the way out. And how did I forget how much I loathe the store and why?
06-27-2013
A Thursday, but a day off to deal with two dental appointments in two cities; locally for a cleaning from the dental hygienist, and then a CT scan on a tooth in Kelowna , strip mall city this afternoon.
The chocolate "need" came on for the first time in a month last evening, so two 100g bars afterward (for a bigger brown color signature) and one at breakfast with coffee, for that melt-in-the-mouth sensation.
Post dental cleaning, and when online (color calibrated) the perps pull a vomit stunt. Ergo, they had me puke brown chocolate "remnants" into the toilet some two hours after my appointment. And lo, if some didn't "splash" (read, telekinetic manipulations) right back at me and onto the toilet seat and lid too. I haven't had a vomit attack since the early days of when all this came down, 04-2002. It would seem if the perps were looking for the effects (read, color energetics) of brown substances in the toilet, depending on where they came from.
Not forgetting the perps have me cycle/digest my food at significantly faster than the average; in 30 min.or less, and "somehow" I had the chocolate "remnants" last 3.5 hours. Seems like brown color testing to me.
And for the first time ever, a pending root canal-like pain dissipated to an almost nothing sensation over the past three weeks. A visit to the endodontic specialist and a CT scan of my teeth revealed no tooth breakage or assignable source. The pain was barely detectable today, where three days ago I couldn't chew soft gum on my L side. All in time for the endodontic dentist to find almost nothing. So what was that all about? Getting more X-rays to the head in another town, Kelowna?
Back in 1986-89 I was living in a small mountain town called Nelson. I had two root canals there, and both caused pain for months afterward. I was sent to the endodontic specialist in Kelowna to have a look, and after much paper filling and sitting around, he got to work tapping on all my teeth, only to find no conventional cause. At the end of the appointment he asks me what I think the problem might be. Like WTF; a dental specialist asks me after his inconclusive exam about a part of me that I can't readily see. So here we are again (2013), driving to the Endodontic City, this time armed with CT scanners and getting some, not all, teeth tapped to arrive at no evident (conventional) cause. And no WTF moment either; everything was professional, even if masers were floating off some of the equipment or coming in through the building glass from outside and into the exam room.
As always, I had my color coordinated posse of vehicles around me, and also for the oncoming traffic. Putting a tractor and (full height) trailer to block off my sight line of road signs was a good trick to raise my angst as well as recall this particular stunt for other new cities of the past.
I also had my male/dude force of gangstalking when ambulatory; two tool stores (good cover for shiftless males), and one used bookstore. In the latter case it was plain that the mofo's were herding me and attempting to get a Fuckwit parked over the very ground I had vacated. Also, to stand over me as I was crouched down to look at the bottom shelves. As soon as that bullshit erupted, I got myself to the cashier and got the fuck out. Last time I was there, and during (same) weekday hours, why, hardly anyone was there. This time, at least five males inside of three minutes, some doing reprise gangstalkings; coming by and feigning another look all to reverse their tracks and then come back again. Bad enough to have these sick shits keeping popping out to block my egress or intended path, never mind twice in one store visit. And one in a bright red shirt "happened" to walk the very street I was driving after I had finished in the bookstore.
06-29-2013
A Saturday, which means laundry, which means laundromat gangstalker stakeout. Though not many (15 or so) And I was stirred to get a portable clothesline, and couldn't find one at one store, and then when directed to the correct aisle, why three males were clustered there doing their faux shopping act. Onto the next store, skunked there too, though stalked by two longhaired males in the parking lot who departed only 5 seconds ahead of me. And lo, if they weren't in the parking lot of the next location I went to, heading in, a whole 5 seconds ahead of me. Funny how I "forgot" to track their vehicle, something that I routinely do. And the vehicular copycatting was also on full; vehicles turning out at the same time as me, and otherwise emulating my vehicular movements.
The HD motorcycle noise was cranked up to noise-track me from laundromat to my residence and while hanging up my laundry on my inadequate drying rack. Then the EC-120 helicopter flew overhead while hanging up my clothing, all to assure me that all was "normal" in TI World, aka Potemkin Village of the Harassed and Abused.
A shut-in afternoon, not wanting to go outside for whatever reason, even if sunny or warm. I get a three day weekend, as it is a Canada Day long weekend. It was to be a heat wave weekend, but so far, warm and mostly sunny. With some momentary rain thrown in too.
Some file manipulations, cut-paste etc. brought on a long round of dog barking for some reason this afternoon. As I have been repeatedly noisestalked and/or harassed for these events, why is it that this begets such activity now? And the hot-rod muffler noise came on when copying a CD to disc, with compression to a FLAC file.
And I see that my internet access has been nixed after the perps screwed me out of saving my session history, my "reminder" of what I was following and interested in when online. They like to take down my browse history, as it shows up in the tabs, every week or so. I don't know what they would get from this, apart from satisfying their excessive juvenility.
One interesting vignette at the vineyard yesterday; the Texan family member was lamenting that his email wasn't showing on his iPhone, and was waiting for an email from his wife to confirm the changed settings. I said I could send him one via the PC in the office, and so I did while he was hanging around. He kept looking for it, but gave up at first, and then came back some ten minutes later to show me that it had, putting the iPhone in front of me to see the message I had sent him. So what was that about, having me see the message I sent and then received on another computer display platform (his iPhone)? There must be something psychically intrinsic about what I composed, and who to, and what display device it shows up on. Not forgetting that the LCD screen serves as some kind of energy emitting device as well as a color reaction calibration device. Only 11 years of this abusive harassment so far, and I suspect there is a long way to go yet.
06-30-2013
Finally, I am allowed (such is my vocabulary) to get on with cleaning the bathroom of the plentiful grunge. It has been a month since I moved in, and this pressing matter did not get attended to because of other pressures. I have at least five hours spent on it and I still haven't finished.
07-01-2013
A lamentable Canada Day; I got to finally check the oil in my Camry, all to find I was two quarts down. Not any dashboard idiot lights conveyed this, nor did the engine temperature gauge. And for the record, I was absolutely on top of vehicle maintenance with my former Volvo 240 series vehicle, but "somehow" I never bothered to look for far too long. That is totally uncharacteristic and certain sign that my normal behaviors are getting remotely dithered. Apart from infuriating me, I don't know what the perps would get from this insane juvenility.
Onto posting this and starting a new week.
Thursday, October 07, 2010
No Go Yoga
1205h
A classic perp stunt, and a blatant opbvious one at that. Yoga, which I haven't been to for four months as I have been farm laboring, was cancelled because the co-instructor had children that were ill. Like WTF; we have been through this so many times, so often that the excuses for this bullshit have been removed. The coordinator has all the class members' phone numbers for this eventuality, as it has "happened" before. And, why couldn't the other instructor subtitute? And of course the freak show and the flashing light show were arranged, hoardes of ambulatory gangstalkers along with flashing yellow tow truck lights, and on the way back, a curious police vehicle that flashed its lights to make a wrong-way manouvre on a side street to then position itself at a traffic light that was red, and then turned off the emergency lights so it could sit at the red light, and not attempt to proceed with the supposed emergency. This black and white livery of the police vehicle was also new, as they are all mostly white with some blue trim. But for some reason, and driving over where I had walked on my outbound journey leg, and making themselves visible from the opposite side of the street when doing the emergency act, seemed to be part of the show. And what is it with this surge of gangstalkers, almost all of them males, lollygagging and loitering or otherwise looking freaky in their skinheads? Never have so many been apparently unemployed by so large of a covert and abusive Fuckover devoted to one single victim.
So, what was it all about? Introducing me to the name of the new co-instructor, though not in person? There were two of the yoga classmates there, and that is how I learned of the circumstances of what "happened" as to the class cancellation. Could be; the perps go to no end of lengths to have me either forget names, or else have others not identify themselves, or else get the name wrong (me or them). And they will often give me a frog in my throat the instant that I am to mention my name to someone on the phone or other like circumstance. They are that fucking insane over that degree of trivial pursuit.
1825h
I made a salad again tonight, with much noisestalking as well as some telported portions arriving in from nowhere to sit on the cutting board. Later, masers emanated from these portions and came toward me. As usual for the masers, their was no sense of impact, pain or other sensations when they pass through me. The masers are being more actively created and managed these days, emanating from me or from something I am looking at and coming at me. Shaving in the morning is a big time for filamentous maser wisps to sit some 6" to 8" off me (coming off of me, some 6" long or so), while my hand moves underneath it and on my skin to apply shaving foam or the face cloth.
The sickos like me to use my Kyocera mandoline slicer with the ceramic blade, cutting up the cucumber or the carrot into very thin slices, something I cannot do with a knife. The perps go to all lengths to have me eat food cut from differing knives, and now they seem confident enough to graduate up to ceramic knife blades. Regular readers will recall that I mentioned a carbon steel knife that was prone to leach rust if not dried soon after cleaning that was converted to a different kind of steel that didn't leach rust any more. The did this to the knife in situ, and without having to remove it from my premises. Just one of the things they can do, remotely applied metallurgy if the proclivity to oxidize isn't to their liking. Which suggests that if I ingested iron filings or similar rust prone metals, I would substantially change my electromagnetic signature and totally fuck them up until it was dissapated within me. I haven't had the ambition to do this either, and I am sure the perps got some kind of disuading mind fuck games should it ever be likely to happen.
Back to knife blades again. They created a small rotten portion on the cucumber for me to remove with a steel knife, and then have me pass the same cucumber portion through the ceramic bladed mandoline. That way they had some slices that had been cut with both types of blades. And although this ramble on varying knife blade materials sounds inane, it is exceedingly important to the perps and their remotely applied monitoring of my digestional processes inside me.
Other perp salad research variables seem to be what vessel I toss the salad into prior to putting in on my salad plate. Up until this week it was the white ceramic cereal bowl, replete with yellowish markings that cannot be removed, and then I "happened" to notice the rectangular pyrex glass loaf pan and used it. As of two days ago, with the extra-conventional and extra-kinetic salad hopping about while I toss it, the glass loaf pan seemed to be reasonably OK, if not the best shape. But as I have a stainless steel mixing bowl as well, this begs the question as to why I cannot use it. There doesn't seem to be a logical answer in this mind-fuck world for many of the things that I am made to do, but one can be sure the perps have a systematic plan, and having me eat salad that was tossed in differing kinds of bowls is a big deal for them. And one can be quite sure the assholes will be gangstalking me up the asshole tonight when I head out to the LD store for a few items.
1930h
All manner of overhead rumblings and outside loud mufflered vehicle noise while I do web shopping for a label printer, and "discover" that the two label printer is cheaper than the one label printer. Price variances of various models are 100% or more from varying suppliers. The Amazon.com stuff is often not permitted to be shipped into Canada, which they tell you after going through the entire buying process, and only before the last confirming page.
2055h
A trip to the LD store thinking I was going to get their sale prices on mouthwash, per flyer today. Not only did the flyer pertain to prices next week as I found oiut, but the exercise was a setup for the previous customers to loiter (one on her cell phone and hanging around for no reason), but also for the two odd dudes to show up in their long coats and look ever so obvious. Plus a 2' long haired male came to loiter for no reason near the cashier. Every time I am at the cashier of any store, it is a major gangstalking event.
Then a green coated dude dogged me in lead-ahead mode to the LD store, covering the differing artifical lighting conditions and then reverses his steps outside the store just before entry. In the process he almost collides with a woman exiting the store he pretended to not see, and for a brief moment, the perps planted the notion that both of them were coming onto me. The green coat dude then found time to stare at me in all this faux confusion, and then I proceeded inside to view a skinheaded male at at the cashier. (As in Unfavored). After I exited per above "hold up" at the cashier, and proceeded around the corner into the dim light, why, the green coated Fucker arrived again to then cross my tracks. As in blatant gangstalking and dispensing with the ruse that he was actually doing shopping.
And again, the sickos didn't put anyone on at the chocolate section, truly a rarity, as there usually are at least five gangstalkers there each time. But still the Fuckwits who stand in the middle of aisle, putting on the oblivious act as to impeding customer traffic, and also heightening up the probablity that they may start walking and run right into me. This bullshit of getting in my way is getting out of control, as my supposed co-workers did this all the time.
2235h
Some time devoted to finding JK Harms' interesting work on the Wayback Machine, duly recovered, and relinked to the right and the Consolidated Link List pages. Also downloaded so I have the files.
A classic perp stunt, and a blatant opbvious one at that. Yoga, which I haven't been to for four months as I have been farm laboring, was cancelled because the co-instructor had children that were ill. Like WTF; we have been through this so many times, so often that the excuses for this bullshit have been removed. The coordinator has all the class members' phone numbers for this eventuality, as it has "happened" before. And, why couldn't the other instructor subtitute? And of course the freak show and the flashing light show were arranged, hoardes of ambulatory gangstalkers along with flashing yellow tow truck lights, and on the way back, a curious police vehicle that flashed its lights to make a wrong-way manouvre on a side street to then position itself at a traffic light that was red, and then turned off the emergency lights so it could sit at the red light, and not attempt to proceed with the supposed emergency. This black and white livery of the police vehicle was also new, as they are all mostly white with some blue trim. But for some reason, and driving over where I had walked on my outbound journey leg, and making themselves visible from the opposite side of the street when doing the emergency act, seemed to be part of the show. And what is it with this surge of gangstalkers, almost all of them males, lollygagging and loitering or otherwise looking freaky in their skinheads? Never have so many been apparently unemployed by so large of a covert and abusive Fuckover devoted to one single victim.
So, what was it all about? Introducing me to the name of the new co-instructor, though not in person? There were two of the yoga classmates there, and that is how I learned of the circumstances of what "happened" as to the class cancellation. Could be; the perps go to no end of lengths to have me either forget names, or else have others not identify themselves, or else get the name wrong (me or them). And they will often give me a frog in my throat the instant that I am to mention my name to someone on the phone or other like circumstance. They are that fucking insane over that degree of trivial pursuit.
1825h
I made a salad again tonight, with much noisestalking as well as some telported portions arriving in from nowhere to sit on the cutting board. Later, masers emanated from these portions and came toward me. As usual for the masers, their was no sense of impact, pain or other sensations when they pass through me. The masers are being more actively created and managed these days, emanating from me or from something I am looking at and coming at me. Shaving in the morning is a big time for filamentous maser wisps to sit some 6" to 8" off me (coming off of me, some 6" long or so), while my hand moves underneath it and on my skin to apply shaving foam or the face cloth.
The sickos like me to use my Kyocera mandoline slicer with the ceramic blade, cutting up the cucumber or the carrot into very thin slices, something I cannot do with a knife. The perps go to all lengths to have me eat food cut from differing knives, and now they seem confident enough to graduate up to ceramic knife blades. Regular readers will recall that I mentioned a carbon steel knife that was prone to leach rust if not dried soon after cleaning that was converted to a different kind of steel that didn't leach rust any more. The did this to the knife in situ, and without having to remove it from my premises. Just one of the things they can do, remotely applied metallurgy if the proclivity to oxidize isn't to their liking. Which suggests that if I ingested iron filings or similar rust prone metals, I would substantially change my electromagnetic signature and totally fuck them up until it was dissapated within me. I haven't had the ambition to do this either, and I am sure the perps got some kind of disuading mind fuck games should it ever be likely to happen.
Back to knife blades again. They created a small rotten portion on the cucumber for me to remove with a steel knife, and then have me pass the same cucumber portion through the ceramic bladed mandoline. That way they had some slices that had been cut with both types of blades. And although this ramble on varying knife blade materials sounds inane, it is exceedingly important to the perps and their remotely applied monitoring of my digestional processes inside me.
Other perp salad research variables seem to be what vessel I toss the salad into prior to putting in on my salad plate. Up until this week it was the white ceramic cereal bowl, replete with yellowish markings that cannot be removed, and then I "happened" to notice the rectangular pyrex glass loaf pan and used it. As of two days ago, with the extra-conventional and extra-kinetic salad hopping about while I toss it, the glass loaf pan seemed to be reasonably OK, if not the best shape. But as I have a stainless steel mixing bowl as well, this begs the question as to why I cannot use it. There doesn't seem to be a logical answer in this mind-fuck world for many of the things that I am made to do, but one can be sure the perps have a systematic plan, and having me eat salad that was tossed in differing kinds of bowls is a big deal for them. And one can be quite sure the assholes will be gangstalking me up the asshole tonight when I head out to the LD store for a few items.
1930h
All manner of overhead rumblings and outside loud mufflered vehicle noise while I do web shopping for a label printer, and "discover" that the two label printer is cheaper than the one label printer. Price variances of various models are 100% or more from varying suppliers. The Amazon.com stuff is often not permitted to be shipped into Canada, which they tell you after going through the entire buying process, and only before the last confirming page.
2055h
A trip to the LD store thinking I was going to get their sale prices on mouthwash, per flyer today. Not only did the flyer pertain to prices next week as I found oiut, but the exercise was a setup for the previous customers to loiter (one on her cell phone and hanging around for no reason), but also for the two odd dudes to show up in their long coats and look ever so obvious. Plus a 2' long haired male came to loiter for no reason near the cashier. Every time I am at the cashier of any store, it is a major gangstalking event.
Then a green coated dude dogged me in lead-ahead mode to the LD store, covering the differing artifical lighting conditions and then reverses his steps outside the store just before entry. In the process he almost collides with a woman exiting the store he pretended to not see, and for a brief moment, the perps planted the notion that both of them were coming onto me. The green coat dude then found time to stare at me in all this faux confusion, and then I proceeded inside to view a skinheaded male at at the cashier. (As in Unfavored). After I exited per above "hold up" at the cashier, and proceeded around the corner into the dim light, why, the green coated Fucker arrived again to then cross my tracks. As in blatant gangstalking and dispensing with the ruse that he was actually doing shopping.
And again, the sickos didn't put anyone on at the chocolate section, truly a rarity, as there usually are at least five gangstalkers there each time. But still the Fuckwits who stand in the middle of aisle, putting on the oblivious act as to impeding customer traffic, and also heightening up the probablity that they may start walking and run right into me. This bullshit of getting in my way is getting out of control, as my supposed co-workers did this all the time.
2235h
Some time devoted to finding JK Harms' interesting work on the Wayback Machine, duly recovered, and relinked to the right and the Consolidated Link List pages. Also downloaded so I have the files.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Chocolate Digestion Doings
1425h
I am getting my high noisestalking activity right about now, this shortly after having tea and chocolate. Both are of intense interest, the latter being a brown colored food item, and that is a big deal for my tormentors. But even the tea is of interest, especially when it is steeping, that slow graduated change in color to mid green-brown color in a glass teapot must be of what is so fascinating for them. Any kind of color change in fact, from changing into clothes, to peeing, flushing pee, and of course the panalopy of choreographed vehicle placements around me, stationary and mobile and their combinations. There was a tea festival in town last weekend, and I was duly kept uninformed of it. My mother went to it and had some green teas, including matcha, the Japanese drink with the tea leaves ground into a paste and drunk as a slurry. Expensive though, $25 for 4 oz. at the supermarket.
I am getting intense planted ideations today of a cessation of hostilities come Feb. 27, next Friday, the time of a doctor's appointment. The have been telling me for years, at least three, that the high school that I pass on my 30 min. walk to the doctor's office will be the site of some kind of semi-public event for which I would be the honored guest. No thanks, put the cash in my bank account and fuck off; I don't need any more publicity in this town than I already have, and it must be considerable for all the people I don't know who interact somewhat strangely, probably some 20% of the entire ambulatory population, aka, gangstalkers. The remainder are reasonably normal, but also, one never knows when a normal interaction then takes a sudden turn like yesterday at the car dealership where I do an hour's work each day, 6x per week. The regular black fleece jacketed dude in Service is nominally friendly, a faint hello if I see him when he is finishing up his job when I arrive after closing. But yesterday, he walks past me pretending I am not there, not even looking at me. Then he arranges himself again in my proximity, keeping his head down. There is something about unreturned greetings or salutations that the perps find so utterly fascinating. A woman at yoga was the same; friendly for months, and then at the end of one class she is walking ahead of me by 8' outside on the sidewalk, and then she does a 180 degree turn and walks toward me, looking straight ahead, pretending that it isn't happening. Most people would explain themselves, but obviously we are way past that bullshit on this interminable life-rape gig.
So no, if given the freedom of my own thoughts there will be no cessation of hostilities next week on Feb. 27th, and it will unfold something like this; I will have "forgotten" all about this bullshit ideations all day, walk past the high school and not be reminded in any way, onto the doctor's office, probably with extra delays in the appointment area, and then about halfway through the appointment the perps will suddenly plant the ideation of cessation of hostilities again, and as soon as I reject the thought as spurious and planted, a noise will go off. The doctor will suddenly clear his throat, someone will yell outside and the rest of the noisestalking bullshit that erupts as these designed moments. By then, they will have been hammering on this ideation for over six weeks, and for them, that is a big deal creating such a build up to have the entire spectacle fizzle out as if nothing happened, which is what I predict. I have been through over 15 such events before and have correctly determined the outcome each time; there are too many loose ends, and they never give up. End of tune, and hopefully the last time I mention this..
The reality is that they are jerking me around will everything else to build up the suspense; no job looking, resume submission, no training grant research and other things I am to be doing has "happened" since the New Year. And I am getting increasingly pissed off that all of these need to be done and I am not allowed to do this in support of some gigantic bullshit stunt. Now you know, it is most strange to not be one's self for no discernable organic reason.
There was plenty of annoyance and a few rage-ifications going on earlier this morning when making breakfast; the big event turned out to be a two-fer, two food items being started or finished at the same juncture and with their packaging remnants placed together in the garbage. And exciting moment for some assholes, but not for me. And the excitement was all over brown colored food; a new jar of peanut butter had to be stirred up to fold the oil into the nut butter, and a new loaf of gluten free bread was begun. And it "so happens" that the loaf end is much browner than the bread, and that the bread end must retain some additional color energies from this that the perps cannot yet detect from me in their remote energetics assay games. Hence the many slices that are tapered, extra thick or thin, or hollowed out. The perps want to increase the variance of the thicknesses, have the peanut butter equally viewable from each side of the bread through the extra large holes, or seek certain energetic nuances across the slice when it has non-parallel sides. Again, I get no interest from this, but am only reporting as to how fucking nuts they are, and this is closing on seven years of it. They won't come out of the closet, and will still keep up this beserk quest of nonconsensual human experimentation by remote methods.
Other additional perp games this morning were moving the jar of peanut butter by itself; laterally by 1/4", and then spinning it about the same. There was no applied pressure at the time, and these remotely applied movements were meant to be noticed as such. Just another day in captivity. I wonder if the recent peanut butter manufacturing woes and product recalls have anything to do with the perp's interest in this substance, color, oil content etc. Who knows, and I will be the last one with any information. The perps are also obsessed with oils in one's body and brain, and I suspect that some downtime from having it availible might be the covert plan behind it. Just speculations though, even if this is a ringside seat at the World Zoo.
1650h
The Chicken Run is done, the intensified gangstalk gauntlet to the supermarket to get hot cooked chicken. This is always of significant interest to the assholes and today was no exception. They even "readied" me with orange dressed gangstalkers in the same hue as the paprika on the chicken. They put on some freaks of the Unfavored demographic groups, hoodie and shades wearing shiftless dudes, skinheaded males, strange hats, large hats, redheads in shocking orange artificial colored hair to match the paprika it would seem on my way back, and four loitering Asians in the lobby and one negro at the checkout. Though to be fair, most gangstalkers were not freaks, but the usual placement behind vehicles, building corners, the arm flinging walk as well as the fast overexaggerated walk were the usual tells.
The routine with the Chicken Run is that I take the skin off the bird, eat some meat off the carcass and then put it away in the fridge for later inclusion in the tortillas, the only meal they allow me to make, and have also fucked with me so I "don't mind" this never-before sameness of meal choice (kunch and dinner). The assholes like me to eat the meat when it is hot and I have just taken it home likely because a minimum of cutlery is involved and that the meat hasn't sat on a plate or tortill in the frypan. Again, I make these observations from what has been so incredibly consistent. And it used to be that when the skin was removed from the meat they would jerk me around with the process all to get me rage-ified. Then for the last two years the assholes backed off, and it was a relatively peaceable process. Until today, they then decided to go beserk and have the chicken fall apart, they pulled meat out of my mouth and had it fall back on the cutting board 3x, meat would fall off "by itself", and a host of other extra-conventional gravitic fuckery to get my rage-ified. I haven't had a Chicken Run feeding quite so abusively scripted like this for at least two years, but they decided to at least get me going enough to render me to be intensely pissed off.
And as part of it, they added in plasma and maser games to distract my focus, orange glowing plasma for more color reference purposes, and also ensured that many pieces flipped off the board, and ensured the entire chicken "broke" into two halves before I got it out of the bag, and also had my usual and effective measures to extricate were foiled, and had my manually pull it from the bag. Normally, they have me pull it out with a fork, but that wasn't allowed. So... back to the grim Fuckover days of years past; some process, same stunts, and same outcome. Sounds like business as usual as I have come to know it.
And I suppose they will be all over me when I head out to the cleaning job at a nearby car dealership in some 20 minutes. They are laying on more cell phone gangstalker Fuckwits as well, no matter how absurd the scenario is, they like to ensure that I have some electromagnetic activity around me, especially the portable kind.
2235h
I got more imposed hassle when I got back from the cleaning job and was making tea, to have with chocolate. It is a high harassment moment, making tea and eating chocolate. Too bad I couldn't defer it, but instead, this nonsensical "need" comes over, and then it hassle time again.
And I did have my freakshow consort with me when out on the street, transiting to the cleaning job; the green haired mohawk haircut dude crossed the street to stand at the same intersection as me, going the opposite direction, and after crossing and with the No Walk pedestrian signal, he runs across the street to where I had just walked, yelling and shouting at no one, and then makes a 90 degree turn in front of me, still on the asphalt road surface and then runs across the street ahead of me. Freaking bizarre to say the least, doubling back for no reason after first waiting on the sidewalk. So.. with that freakshow ahead of me, I "chose" an alternate route, and of course I had my gangstalkers out for their strolls in red clothing.
And I got jerked around tonight to rage-ification levels, being fucked with as if I "forgot" in returning to my regular section to be cleaning at the car dealership. There were at least a half dozen forced "forgets", and I know I don't forget that kind of stuff, not even after the second time. I had four days off from my regular section and the fuckers then go into overdrive jerking me around. The usual; pulling things from my grasp, getting the order of tasks wrong when I have been doing it for over two months, then pulling some of the supplies out of my cleaning tray that I normally use changing up the routine, applying the wrong cleaning solution and the like. Fucking beserk the perps are today, and I don't have any basis to indicate they are backing off.
Other excitement factors for them today might be that I am wearing the green shirt that got laundered with yesterday's soaking towels from mopping the fucking toilet overflow games yesterday. I also started a new shaving blade and resumed a chest shave after not doing it yesterday. Or more likely, it is the combination that is driving the perps into beserk mode, and don't ask me to explain why as I don't know. Little things make huge differences for the assholes, and there is no sign of relenting any like they suggested they would be doing last week.
Anyhow, it is time to put this fugly day behind me, and ponder what nightime awakeness games they are going to pull tonight, and the dream invasion crap that they are also up to.
I am getting my high noisestalking activity right about now, this shortly after having tea and chocolate. Both are of intense interest, the latter being a brown colored food item, and that is a big deal for my tormentors. But even the tea is of interest, especially when it is steeping, that slow graduated change in color to mid green-brown color in a glass teapot must be of what is so fascinating for them. Any kind of color change in fact, from changing into clothes, to peeing, flushing pee, and of course the panalopy of choreographed vehicle placements around me, stationary and mobile and their combinations. There was a tea festival in town last weekend, and I was duly kept uninformed of it. My mother went to it and had some green teas, including matcha, the Japanese drink with the tea leaves ground into a paste and drunk as a slurry. Expensive though, $25 for 4 oz. at the supermarket.
I am getting intense planted ideations today of a cessation of hostilities come Feb. 27, next Friday, the time of a doctor's appointment. The have been telling me for years, at least three, that the high school that I pass on my 30 min. walk to the doctor's office will be the site of some kind of semi-public event for which I would be the honored guest. No thanks, put the cash in my bank account and fuck off; I don't need any more publicity in this town than I already have, and it must be considerable for all the people I don't know who interact somewhat strangely, probably some 20% of the entire ambulatory population, aka, gangstalkers. The remainder are reasonably normal, but also, one never knows when a normal interaction then takes a sudden turn like yesterday at the car dealership where I do an hour's work each day, 6x per week. The regular black fleece jacketed dude in Service is nominally friendly, a faint hello if I see him when he is finishing up his job when I arrive after closing. But yesterday, he walks past me pretending I am not there, not even looking at me. Then he arranges himself again in my proximity, keeping his head down. There is something about unreturned greetings or salutations that the perps find so utterly fascinating. A woman at yoga was the same; friendly for months, and then at the end of one class she is walking ahead of me by 8' outside on the sidewalk, and then she does a 180 degree turn and walks toward me, looking straight ahead, pretending that it isn't happening. Most people would explain themselves, but obviously we are way past that bullshit on this interminable life-rape gig.
So no, if given the freedom of my own thoughts there will be no cessation of hostilities next week on Feb. 27th, and it will unfold something like this; I will have "forgotten" all about this bullshit ideations all day, walk past the high school and not be reminded in any way, onto the doctor's office, probably with extra delays in the appointment area, and then about halfway through the appointment the perps will suddenly plant the ideation of cessation of hostilities again, and as soon as I reject the thought as spurious and planted, a noise will go off. The doctor will suddenly clear his throat, someone will yell outside and the rest of the noisestalking bullshit that erupts as these designed moments. By then, they will have been hammering on this ideation for over six weeks, and for them, that is a big deal creating such a build up to have the entire spectacle fizzle out as if nothing happened, which is what I predict. I have been through over 15 such events before and have correctly determined the outcome each time; there are too many loose ends, and they never give up. End of tune, and hopefully the last time I mention this..
The reality is that they are jerking me around will everything else to build up the suspense; no job looking, resume submission, no training grant research and other things I am to be doing has "happened" since the New Year. And I am getting increasingly pissed off that all of these need to be done and I am not allowed to do this in support of some gigantic bullshit stunt. Now you know, it is most strange to not be one's self for no discernable organic reason.
There was plenty of annoyance and a few rage-ifications going on earlier this morning when making breakfast; the big event turned out to be a two-fer, two food items being started or finished at the same juncture and with their packaging remnants placed together in the garbage. And exciting moment for some assholes, but not for me. And the excitement was all over brown colored food; a new jar of peanut butter had to be stirred up to fold the oil into the nut butter, and a new loaf of gluten free bread was begun. And it "so happens" that the loaf end is much browner than the bread, and that the bread end must retain some additional color energies from this that the perps cannot yet detect from me in their remote energetics assay games. Hence the many slices that are tapered, extra thick or thin, or hollowed out. The perps want to increase the variance of the thicknesses, have the peanut butter equally viewable from each side of the bread through the extra large holes, or seek certain energetic nuances across the slice when it has non-parallel sides. Again, I get no interest from this, but am only reporting as to how fucking nuts they are, and this is closing on seven years of it. They won't come out of the closet, and will still keep up this beserk quest of nonconsensual human experimentation by remote methods.
Other additional perp games this morning were moving the jar of peanut butter by itself; laterally by 1/4", and then spinning it about the same. There was no applied pressure at the time, and these remotely applied movements were meant to be noticed as such. Just another day in captivity. I wonder if the recent peanut butter manufacturing woes and product recalls have anything to do with the perp's interest in this substance, color, oil content etc. Who knows, and I will be the last one with any information. The perps are also obsessed with oils in one's body and brain, and I suspect that some downtime from having it availible might be the covert plan behind it. Just speculations though, even if this is a ringside seat at the World Zoo.
1650h
The Chicken Run is done, the intensified gangstalk gauntlet to the supermarket to get hot cooked chicken. This is always of significant interest to the assholes and today was no exception. They even "readied" me with orange dressed gangstalkers in the same hue as the paprika on the chicken. They put on some freaks of the Unfavored demographic groups, hoodie and shades wearing shiftless dudes, skinheaded males, strange hats, large hats, redheads in shocking orange artificial colored hair to match the paprika it would seem on my way back, and four loitering Asians in the lobby and one negro at the checkout. Though to be fair, most gangstalkers were not freaks, but the usual placement behind vehicles, building corners, the arm flinging walk as well as the fast overexaggerated walk were the usual tells.
The routine with the Chicken Run is that I take the skin off the bird, eat some meat off the carcass and then put it away in the fridge for later inclusion in the tortillas, the only meal they allow me to make, and have also fucked with me so I "don't mind" this never-before sameness of meal choice (kunch and dinner). The assholes like me to eat the meat when it is hot and I have just taken it home likely because a minimum of cutlery is involved and that the meat hasn't sat on a plate or tortill in the frypan. Again, I make these observations from what has been so incredibly consistent. And it used to be that when the skin was removed from the meat they would jerk me around with the process all to get me rage-ified. Then for the last two years the assholes backed off, and it was a relatively peaceable process. Until today, they then decided to go beserk and have the chicken fall apart, they pulled meat out of my mouth and had it fall back on the cutting board 3x, meat would fall off "by itself", and a host of other extra-conventional gravitic fuckery to get my rage-ified. I haven't had a Chicken Run feeding quite so abusively scripted like this for at least two years, but they decided to at least get me going enough to render me to be intensely pissed off.
And as part of it, they added in plasma and maser games to distract my focus, orange glowing plasma for more color reference purposes, and also ensured that many pieces flipped off the board, and ensured the entire chicken "broke" into two halves before I got it out of the bag, and also had my usual and effective measures to extricate were foiled, and had my manually pull it from the bag. Normally, they have me pull it out with a fork, but that wasn't allowed. So... back to the grim Fuckover days of years past; some process, same stunts, and same outcome. Sounds like business as usual as I have come to know it.
And I suppose they will be all over me when I head out to the cleaning job at a nearby car dealership in some 20 minutes. They are laying on more cell phone gangstalker Fuckwits as well, no matter how absurd the scenario is, they like to ensure that I have some electromagnetic activity around me, especially the portable kind.
2235h
I got more imposed hassle when I got back from the cleaning job and was making tea, to have with chocolate. It is a high harassment moment, making tea and eating chocolate. Too bad I couldn't defer it, but instead, this nonsensical "need" comes over, and then it hassle time again.
And I did have my freakshow consort with me when out on the street, transiting to the cleaning job; the green haired mohawk haircut dude crossed the street to stand at the same intersection as me, going the opposite direction, and after crossing and with the No Walk pedestrian signal, he runs across the street to where I had just walked, yelling and shouting at no one, and then makes a 90 degree turn in front of me, still on the asphalt road surface and then runs across the street ahead of me. Freaking bizarre to say the least, doubling back for no reason after first waiting on the sidewalk. So.. with that freakshow ahead of me, I "chose" an alternate route, and of course I had my gangstalkers out for their strolls in red clothing.
And I got jerked around tonight to rage-ification levels, being fucked with as if I "forgot" in returning to my regular section to be cleaning at the car dealership. There were at least a half dozen forced "forgets", and I know I don't forget that kind of stuff, not even after the second time. I had four days off from my regular section and the fuckers then go into overdrive jerking me around. The usual; pulling things from my grasp, getting the order of tasks wrong when I have been doing it for over two months, then pulling some of the supplies out of my cleaning tray that I normally use changing up the routine, applying the wrong cleaning solution and the like. Fucking beserk the perps are today, and I don't have any basis to indicate they are backing off.
Other excitement factors for them today might be that I am wearing the green shirt that got laundered with yesterday's soaking towels from mopping the fucking toilet overflow games yesterday. I also started a new shaving blade and resumed a chest shave after not doing it yesterday. Or more likely, it is the combination that is driving the perps into beserk mode, and don't ask me to explain why as I don't know. Little things make huge differences for the assholes, and there is no sign of relenting any like they suggested they would be doing last week.
Anyhow, it is time to put this fugly day behind me, and ponder what nightime awakeness games they are going to pull tonight, and the dream invasion crap that they are also up to.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Post Mealtime Noise; vacuuming on the right, idling diesel engine on the left
1245h
At this post mealtime period, now 10 minutes after a single slice of tortilla in accordance with the new dietary imposition of only one slice per meal instead of two, the perps have put on the noises from each side, and as I write this, they also started up the tapping noise from overhead. Plus gratuitous plasma and masers as always. Why, the perps might even remove the 1/4" paper punchout chads they arranged around my door yesteday. One of them even "arrived" by itself inside my apartment. Stay tuned for the exciting perp moment of the day (so far), The Disposition of the Chads at the Victim's Door 24 Hours After Arrival. [2030h update; one chad at the corner of the hallway still remains].
For those who can take the trivia the perps routinely introduce and obsess over, here is a more detailed exposition of the tortilla and dietary modification ramifications that seems important to them. This is significant as the perps have changed the amount of my food intake by half for lunch and dinner, the single biggest change since keeping me off fruit in late 2006. As mentioned in the Essential Introductory Postings, I eat the same dish for lunch and dinner every day, now for close to five years. It is sprouted wheat tortillas, brown in color, cooked with olive oil (another perp obsession), and with a tapenade or avocado base, chopped chicken and melted cheddar cheese. They are 10" to 12" in diameter, and are cut in four after cooking. Normally, two slices were eaten at the time of making it, and two slices ar placed on a small near white colored dinner plate, stacked on top of each other (an important perp consideration), covered over with Cling Wrap (another perp obsession), and then placed in the fridge. Normally (for the past five years), the two fridge stored slices would be eaten for the next lunch or dinner. These were reheated in olive oil to warm them through until I moved into this apartment in 05-2007, when the "need" to reheat them was expunged by external means, aka mind-control, and now I eat them cold from the fridge, just separately placed on a larger white plate (perp supplied in 2001). I would eat the two leftover slices for a very short meal, and then prepare the dish anew for the next meal. The mealtime cooking arrangement for lunch and dinner was then an alternation of two slices of just cooked (warm) tortilla and then fridge cool leftover tortilla. Now, with eating only one slice at a time, the entire perp arrangement of the food storage conditions has changed.
With the recent change in eating only one slice per meal, it means that there are three slices that are stacked together on the small plate and referigerated, and then three successive dinners with cold leftovers, an incremental drawdown of a slice at a time, three in total. This means the entire mealtime cycle time has also changed; it means that there are four meals before another tortillas is cooked, a longer cycle than the above described alternate mealtime cooking. As food digestion, its color, its oil content, and whatever else about it is of extreme interest to the perps, as the above mentioned noise flurry suggests, this longer cycle time of food preparation is of huge significance. They also have a profound interest in how food, and all other things, are oriented, what they are placed on, and for how long. Naturally, this extended cycle time of leftover tortilla refrigeration means more plate and Cling Wrap tortilla contact, and more variation over time with the three per single slice incremental drawdown.
And the reason why the overhead noise flurries are continuing as I wrote the above paragraph is that they are tracking my thoughts as I analyse what "I" (read, mind-controlled me) wrote in the above paragraph. Even the sirens have come on, and some two year old noises of another apartment have been reinstated as I type this. And I am quite sure the above mentioned changes to food storage, intake and drawdown has been acutely planned to levels that are far beyond what I convey, and I suspect the perp's real test to is to remotely detect these dietary changes by external bioenergetic means, especially as it relates to digestion and nutrient uptake. Anyhow, that is all the detail I will get into on this pedantic topic, and I only do this in response to knowing that relatively small changes are long planned and exacerbate, (read, add more bioenergetic variability) the noise and gangstalking situation.
So far, it is a shut-in Saturday, but I might be scripted to get a newspaper later and read it for two hours or so; it seems that newspapers are surrogate objects to better remotely detect auric energies, almost as good as water. Yesterday, the water was in the form of the Pseudosweats, the imposed "over reaction" of sweating to undertaking anything active, even a walk downtown and back, which should be no problem, especially when it is not very hot outside.
1550h
This is the post-tea and chocolate period, some 5 minutes later, and the noise level of the prior newspaper reading has been sustained. I took out the recycle garbage to the bins on the ground floor, and lo, if a pink and white stilleto heeled and raven haired babe wasn't in the elevator to provide the click clack sounds of her heels on the pavement while I was headed to the bins, and she in the other direction. After returning to my suite to put this recyclables (carry) bag away, I headed out to the store to get a newspaper. I then got my dude with two black plastic garbage bags joining me in the elevator, taking the plastic bags to me, aka the Plastic Bag Man. (There are some of photos of these weirds packing plastic bags on the street in past blog postings). I went to the nearby convenience store, the one my apartment looks over, to acquire the newspaper, and lo, if they didn't still have the Cadbury's Creme Eggs, now a month after Easter, and so "I" bought three. I suspect these blue, red and yellow colored foil chocolate eggs with a gooey white and yellow filling convey substantial advantages for the perps, as they have increased the outside noise substantially, almost serially, since I got back from the store and ate them.
When I got to the store's checkout counter I got "walk away" service, the store assistant walking away just when I expected him to stay at the checkout. This is not too common, and is often arranged the opposite way; the store cashier "happens" to be elsewhere and then arrives to attend to my groceries. Then I departed the store, the distance from the convenience store to the apartment is about 100', but enough to plant two more shiftless loitering dudes at the entrance who then followed me inside, and then again into the elevator. The assholes were all over me for a two trip, five minute total exercise to deal with the recycling and acquiring a newspaper with chocolate confectionary.
When in my apartment, I ate my chocolate eggs first, and then proceeded to read the newspaper for about an hour, and that was the seeming event to then lay on the near serial procession of loud mufflered vehicle noise, bus noise, heavy duty equipment noise and a host of other seeming street sourced noise. Once finished reading the newspaper, and placing it in the above mentioned recyclables bag, I made tea, and once made, I drank it with 100g of chocolate, the perps brown colored substance they need to test me on. And when making tea, the perps rage-ified me twice with the dumbshit prank of sending me to the wrong cupboard and drawer, a "mistake" that I have never, ever made until these assholes invaded my life. Regular readers will know that the perps have a total obsession over the color brown, and they even marked my shirt with a 2" brown streak over the right nipple.
After tea, I got online and then the overhead pounding started up, not yet at "screaming" levels, but a total aberration all the same when there is a carpeted floor overhead and a 10" to12" concrete floor/ceiling. Now the street shouting has started up, as the perps are no longer shy about only putting on this noise at night. Just another afternoon in perpland. And to increase the mental angst, they are planting the notion of imminent cessation of hostilities again. Been there, done that, yesterday. This topic is remotely planted in mind, and is of increased frequency of late for whatever reason. I only got about four of these a year since 2003, but now it is nearly every day. It is fucking tiresome, just like before. Now another siren noise.
1705h
The late afternoon imposed sleepies are upon me and with a complement of Harley Davidson noise, a forced sneeze and then smell jammed up my nose. It is time to log off and eat to change the game. I have plenty of extra weight on me, and I won't starve over eating half what I did before. Somehow, I suspect my weight is as tightly managed as the rest of my life, even if it doesn't seem like it. The perps like me to look at my extra 10 pounds, especially on the gym equipment at OB Rec. Center, and then shift my attention to see a planted shill with a much larger gut spilling over his pants. Fucking disgusting it is; I don't need to see anymore large gutted bodies than I once did, but as always, I don't have a choice in that.
When it comes to the perps planting the Unfavored near me, their seeming modus operandi is to have me see a partial fat gut, often from behind exercise equipment, or else one that scrolls by or is cut off when online. The same "happens" with other Unfavored sights such as skinheads (male bald heads). Very often, the bottom of this LCD display shows the top 10% of a skinhead, or else something similar, such as the top of a soccer ball or something else spherical. This goes on every few minutes, often interspersed with other Unfavored demographic category representations, e.g. brown skinned races. And when I blog about it, like right now, I get a noise flurry of hallway door pounding and Harley Davidson motorbike noise, the most loathed noise that I know. And I have my mind-keepers that let me know what I don't like, even if there is no cover story for these kind of vehicles to be circulating in this neighborhood.
2010h
I just finished a lengthy visit to a cinematic blog roll, visiting and bookmarking if it looked interesting. The perps have an obsession whenever I undertake this activity, and hence the elevated background noise, all to finish up with a sequence of a forced fart, repetitively slamming doors in the hallway and bus noise from outside. More than once I had to plug my ears with my fingers from outside noise annoyances, and the perps just love me to do this; it is likely making their job easier in some way. In addition to the red colored web page graphics, the perps also flashed red plasma at me in my peripherial vision, no doubt in "support" of seeing some fugly red colors online at the same moment. I am getting more red flashes through the day, and it is pissing me off.
The perps seem to be exploring orange-red hues of late, bothering me with this range of colors which I don't particularly care for. As mentioned a few days ago, the perps tell me that my aversion to vivid and clashing gaudy colors is a result of a nonconsensual LSD trip they administered in my developmental years, to six y.o. I have no such traumatization recollections, and they may have applied some kind of recall deletions that were unable to erase my subconscious recall. This is said (by them) to be the same reason for the ongoing freakshow among the gangstalking community, from the Unfavored demographic groups. I have no way to verify this, and for the most part, though not always, the perp "spin" should not believed. However, they have been very consistent in presenting various themes around hospitals, medical materiel, men in white clothes, strange headgear, operatives in wheelchairs, operatives with a walker, face masked operatives, strangely behaving dudes, and a few more from this Unfavored subset. It remains unverified, though I think it is fair to pass on the consistent perp supplied assertions in case any readers can detect associations in what I am conveying that I cannot, being too close to the action, and mind & cognition controlled as well.
If one adopts the conspiratorial view on the CIA (Crooks In Action) popularizing LSD, which seems to be the case, the perps maybe attempting a correlative tie-in with the above "experimentation" on me and the larger community who were taking this substance and being covertly monitored by the same agency. In my readings, it is clear that the CIA wilfully made LSD availible to the unknowing public, as the original manufacturers, Sandoz, were extremely reluctant to sell them large quantities. (And plenty of overhead rumbling noise while reading the contents of that last link).
And another round of planted thoughts over an imminent cessation of hostilities again today; it is getting tiresome, as this particular specious notion has been wrong for over four years, an example of not believing what they say. The only answer to repeated inculcation of speculative information is to yell at the perps and invariably they back off, if only for five minutes.
2205h
A fascinating interview with Richad Hoagland, author of Dark Mission, elucidating NASA's devious behaviors with repect to findings on Mars and the moon. He has encapsulated what I suspect is the dark reality; there are many governments, and it the case of NASA, there are three hidden groups feuding for control. At 58 minutes, it is an investment of time, but one that leaves me awaiting to see part 2, of three in total. One statement that he abides by is that "there are different lies at each level of these nested entities".
Time to call this one done for the day, doing my time.
At this post mealtime period, now 10 minutes after a single slice of tortilla in accordance with the new dietary imposition of only one slice per meal instead of two, the perps have put on the noises from each side, and as I write this, they also started up the tapping noise from overhead. Plus gratuitous plasma and masers as always. Why, the perps might even remove the 1/4" paper punchout chads they arranged around my door yesteday. One of them even "arrived" by itself inside my apartment. Stay tuned for the exciting perp moment of the day (so far), The Disposition of the Chads at the Victim's Door 24 Hours After Arrival. [2030h update; one chad at the corner of the hallway still remains].
For those who can take the trivia the perps routinely introduce and obsess over, here is a more detailed exposition of the tortilla and dietary modification ramifications that seems important to them. This is significant as the perps have changed the amount of my food intake by half for lunch and dinner, the single biggest change since keeping me off fruit in late 2006. As mentioned in the Essential Introductory Postings, I eat the same dish for lunch and dinner every day, now for close to five years. It is sprouted wheat tortillas, brown in color, cooked with olive oil (another perp obsession), and with a tapenade or avocado base, chopped chicken and melted cheddar cheese. They are 10" to 12" in diameter, and are cut in four after cooking. Normally, two slices were eaten at the time of making it, and two slices ar placed on a small near white colored dinner plate, stacked on top of each other (an important perp consideration), covered over with Cling Wrap (another perp obsession), and then placed in the fridge. Normally (for the past five years), the two fridge stored slices would be eaten for the next lunch or dinner. These were reheated in olive oil to warm them through until I moved into this apartment in 05-2007, when the "need" to reheat them was expunged by external means, aka mind-control, and now I eat them cold from the fridge, just separately placed on a larger white plate (perp supplied in 2001). I would eat the two leftover slices for a very short meal, and then prepare the dish anew for the next meal. The mealtime cooking arrangement for lunch and dinner was then an alternation of two slices of just cooked (warm) tortilla and then fridge cool leftover tortilla. Now, with eating only one slice at a time, the entire perp arrangement of the food storage conditions has changed.
With the recent change in eating only one slice per meal, it means that there are three slices that are stacked together on the small plate and referigerated, and then three successive dinners with cold leftovers, an incremental drawdown of a slice at a time, three in total. This means the entire mealtime cycle time has also changed; it means that there are four meals before another tortillas is cooked, a longer cycle than the above described alternate mealtime cooking. As food digestion, its color, its oil content, and whatever else about it is of extreme interest to the perps, as the above mentioned noise flurry suggests, this longer cycle time of food preparation is of huge significance. They also have a profound interest in how food, and all other things, are oriented, what they are placed on, and for how long. Naturally, this extended cycle time of leftover tortilla refrigeration means more plate and Cling Wrap tortilla contact, and more variation over time with the three per single slice incremental drawdown.
And the reason why the overhead noise flurries are continuing as I wrote the above paragraph is that they are tracking my thoughts as I analyse what "I" (read, mind-controlled me) wrote in the above paragraph. Even the sirens have come on, and some two year old noises of another apartment have been reinstated as I type this. And I am quite sure the above mentioned changes to food storage, intake and drawdown has been acutely planned to levels that are far beyond what I convey, and I suspect the perp's real test to is to remotely detect these dietary changes by external bioenergetic means, especially as it relates to digestion and nutrient uptake. Anyhow, that is all the detail I will get into on this pedantic topic, and I only do this in response to knowing that relatively small changes are long planned and exacerbate, (read, add more bioenergetic variability) the noise and gangstalking situation.
So far, it is a shut-in Saturday, but I might be scripted to get a newspaper later and read it for two hours or so; it seems that newspapers are surrogate objects to better remotely detect auric energies, almost as good as water. Yesterday, the water was in the form of the Pseudosweats, the imposed "over reaction" of sweating to undertaking anything active, even a walk downtown and back, which should be no problem, especially when it is not very hot outside.
1550h
This is the post-tea and chocolate period, some 5 minutes later, and the noise level of the prior newspaper reading has been sustained. I took out the recycle garbage to the bins on the ground floor, and lo, if a pink and white stilleto heeled and raven haired babe wasn't in the elevator to provide the click clack sounds of her heels on the pavement while I was headed to the bins, and she in the other direction. After returning to my suite to put this recyclables (carry) bag away, I headed out to the store to get a newspaper. I then got my dude with two black plastic garbage bags joining me in the elevator, taking the plastic bags to me, aka the Plastic Bag Man. (There are some of photos of these weirds packing plastic bags on the street in past blog postings). I went to the nearby convenience store, the one my apartment looks over, to acquire the newspaper, and lo, if they didn't still have the Cadbury's Creme Eggs, now a month after Easter, and so "I" bought three. I suspect these blue, red and yellow colored foil chocolate eggs with a gooey white and yellow filling convey substantial advantages for the perps, as they have increased the outside noise substantially, almost serially, since I got back from the store and ate them.
When I got to the store's checkout counter I got "walk away" service, the store assistant walking away just when I expected him to stay at the checkout. This is not too common, and is often arranged the opposite way; the store cashier "happens" to be elsewhere and then arrives to attend to my groceries. Then I departed the store, the distance from the convenience store to the apartment is about 100', but enough to plant two more shiftless loitering dudes at the entrance who then followed me inside, and then again into the elevator. The assholes were all over me for a two trip, five minute total exercise to deal with the recycling and acquiring a newspaper with chocolate confectionary.
When in my apartment, I ate my chocolate eggs first, and then proceeded to read the newspaper for about an hour, and that was the seeming event to then lay on the near serial procession of loud mufflered vehicle noise, bus noise, heavy duty equipment noise and a host of other seeming street sourced noise. Once finished reading the newspaper, and placing it in the above mentioned recyclables bag, I made tea, and once made, I drank it with 100g of chocolate, the perps brown colored substance they need to test me on. And when making tea, the perps rage-ified me twice with the dumbshit prank of sending me to the wrong cupboard and drawer, a "mistake" that I have never, ever made until these assholes invaded my life. Regular readers will know that the perps have a total obsession over the color brown, and they even marked my shirt with a 2" brown streak over the right nipple.
After tea, I got online and then the overhead pounding started up, not yet at "screaming" levels, but a total aberration all the same when there is a carpeted floor overhead and a 10" to12" concrete floor/ceiling. Now the street shouting has started up, as the perps are no longer shy about only putting on this noise at night. Just another afternoon in perpland. And to increase the mental angst, they are planting the notion of imminent cessation of hostilities again. Been there, done that, yesterday. This topic is remotely planted in mind, and is of increased frequency of late for whatever reason. I only got about four of these a year since 2003, but now it is nearly every day. It is fucking tiresome, just like before. Now another siren noise.
1705h
The late afternoon imposed sleepies are upon me and with a complement of Harley Davidson noise, a forced sneeze and then smell jammed up my nose. It is time to log off and eat to change the game. I have plenty of extra weight on me, and I won't starve over eating half what I did before. Somehow, I suspect my weight is as tightly managed as the rest of my life, even if it doesn't seem like it. The perps like me to look at my extra 10 pounds, especially on the gym equipment at OB Rec. Center, and then shift my attention to see a planted shill with a much larger gut spilling over his pants. Fucking disgusting it is; I don't need to see anymore large gutted bodies than I once did, but as always, I don't have a choice in that.
When it comes to the perps planting the Unfavored near me, their seeming modus operandi is to have me see a partial fat gut, often from behind exercise equipment, or else one that scrolls by or is cut off when online. The same "happens" with other Unfavored sights such as skinheads (male bald heads). Very often, the bottom of this LCD display shows the top 10% of a skinhead, or else something similar, such as the top of a soccer ball or something else spherical. This goes on every few minutes, often interspersed with other Unfavored demographic category representations, e.g. brown skinned races. And when I blog about it, like right now, I get a noise flurry of hallway door pounding and Harley Davidson motorbike noise, the most loathed noise that I know. And I have my mind-keepers that let me know what I don't like, even if there is no cover story for these kind of vehicles to be circulating in this neighborhood.
2010h
I just finished a lengthy visit to a cinematic blog roll, visiting and bookmarking if it looked interesting. The perps have an obsession whenever I undertake this activity, and hence the elevated background noise, all to finish up with a sequence of a forced fart, repetitively slamming doors in the hallway and bus noise from outside. More than once I had to plug my ears with my fingers from outside noise annoyances, and the perps just love me to do this; it is likely making their job easier in some way. In addition to the red colored web page graphics, the perps also flashed red plasma at me in my peripherial vision, no doubt in "support" of seeing some fugly red colors online at the same moment. I am getting more red flashes through the day, and it is pissing me off.
The perps seem to be exploring orange-red hues of late, bothering me with this range of colors which I don't particularly care for. As mentioned a few days ago, the perps tell me that my aversion to vivid and clashing gaudy colors is a result of a nonconsensual LSD trip they administered in my developmental years, to six y.o. I have no such traumatization recollections, and they may have applied some kind of recall deletions that were unable to erase my subconscious recall. This is said (by them) to be the same reason for the ongoing freakshow among the gangstalking community, from the Unfavored demographic groups. I have no way to verify this, and for the most part, though not always, the perp "spin" should not believed. However, they have been very consistent in presenting various themes around hospitals, medical materiel, men in white clothes, strange headgear, operatives in wheelchairs, operatives with a walker, face masked operatives, strangely behaving dudes, and a few more from this Unfavored subset. It remains unverified, though I think it is fair to pass on the consistent perp supplied assertions in case any readers can detect associations in what I am conveying that I cannot, being too close to the action, and mind & cognition controlled as well.
If one adopts the conspiratorial view on the CIA (Crooks In Action) popularizing LSD, which seems to be the case, the perps maybe attempting a correlative tie-in with the above "experimentation" on me and the larger community who were taking this substance and being covertly monitored by the same agency. In my readings, it is clear that the CIA wilfully made LSD availible to the unknowing public, as the original manufacturers, Sandoz, were extremely reluctant to sell them large quantities. (And plenty of overhead rumbling noise while reading the contents of that last link).
And another round of planted thoughts over an imminent cessation of hostilities again today; it is getting tiresome, as this particular specious notion has been wrong for over four years, an example of not believing what they say. The only answer to repeated inculcation of speculative information is to yell at the perps and invariably they back off, if only for five minutes.
2205h
A fascinating interview with Richad Hoagland, author of Dark Mission, elucidating NASA's devious behaviors with repect to findings on Mars and the moon. He has encapsulated what I suspect is the dark reality; there are many governments, and it the case of NASA, there are three hidden groups feuding for control. At 58 minutes, it is an investment of time, but one that leaves me awaiting to see part 2, of three in total. One statement that he abides by is that "there are different lies at each level of these nested entities".
Time to call this one done for the day, doing my time.
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Browser Takedown Recovery Begets Faux Sirens
1440h
That is a stretch for any normal person's life, but in this netherworld or constant harassment, orchestrated noise, unconventionally applied physics, masers and plasma beams, any noise is usually related to other events.
Sure enough, after some four Firefox browser takedowns in as many days, this time the sirens came on (no actual emergency vehicles of course), the overhead rumbling noise started up, a maser zinger (fuzzy bouncing cluster of greyis-blck) jumped into my vision, and the typo fuckover started up. My guess is that the now standardized harassment routine of the changing colors, windows, logins, and the rest of it was being correlated to long running noise events, and that there is an attempt to neurally map the energies of the common event (noises) to that of the Firefox takedown, a rarer event, but with three prior "warm up" takedowns. This is one example of what it "routine", as some kind of hyperactive "neighbor noise" can also "happen" in the night. Last night as an example.
The perps woke me up for an hour sometime around 0500h, and then started up the noisescape, as if there were all manner of vehicles out then, especially with loud mufflers, and the "neighbors" using their water in very faint noisemaking ways, and repeated again as if coming from their kitchen. As a finale, they jabbed me in the ass to which I complained out loud. Then I got some more sleep for an hour or so.
1545h
I am getting the street rabble sounds; woo-hoos, horns and the pretense of something in the street to celebrate. Sorry, the Stanley Cup series ended three days ago. This is the post tea and chocolate digestion period, and that begets perp interest, very often in the form of noise, though maser and plasma action is also high.
It has been raining off and on all day so far, keeping the light levels to a consistent level of dim, a situation of substantial interest to the perps. Past blogs have detailed the astonishing amount of timing of weather with my outings, and when I consider the lifelong record, it is even greater. And these haven't been "fairy rain", but gales, huge snowstorms and the like, and all very destructive. I am sure that they mess with the weather, and one can even hire "weather engineers" to mess with it for you.
I was hoping that the current chocolate "need" was going to cede, and that I could actually live within my means, but no, I was mind-fucked into buying more this morning. Past blogs have detailed a one time event where I didn't want to eat any, or even smell it. This lasted a whole week and then the perps put me back on a chocolate diet again, in service to aid them in determining the solution to their brown "color problem", as it is one of my least liked colors.
And in support of this quest, they put a lifesize negro portrait on the second page of the newspaper I bought today, and then colored in the remainder in blue. As blue is a preferred color, the perps attempt to ride the coat-tails of blue in order to extract some kind of quantification to that of brown. This is frequently done with blonde women; they often get planted wearing brown while gangstalking me as a "starter" gangstalker, or for their auric goodness and whatever that confers for the perps' interests.
Now, for that, I get the siren bullshit again; this city has become "busier" for emergencies than Seattle where I lived for a time.
1910h
Now that dinner has been eaten, it is time for the noisescape to fill in and sonically pollute my existence. The rains have stopped immediately before dinner, and I suspect that the entire weather today was arranged to be dim all day, and have this post-dinner (digestion) period lighted with sunlight, even if it is strangely reflecting off adjacent buildings. In other words, the perps were saving this time to recieve the most sunlight of the entire day, all while my brown colored food is digesting. And as a consequence, the perps have put on the 2 cycle motorcycle noise as the streets have dried up.
And I did get another siren show after dinner to no great surprise, likely to correlate the neural energetics over the same noise for pre and post dinnertime. The perps' obsession over my food digestion, food color, diet and its timing is not my problem, and yet they continue to inflict this depraved torture on me.
An interesting news item was planted for me to read, MIT team experimentally demonstrates wireless power transfer,and it appears to have some relevance to this ongoing harassment, action-at-a-distance energies and pranks, and the constant swarm of gangstalkers anywhere I go in public; some excerpts and comments follow:
2240h
More plasma flashes, distraction dazzlers, maser zingers and annoying visual interference. About 20 minutes ago there were two massive thump noises from the hallway, and no one out there as the putative "causal" agent.
It is time to blog off and get this published, all for another day of being fucked with.
That is a stretch for any normal person's life, but in this netherworld or constant harassment, orchestrated noise, unconventionally applied physics, masers and plasma beams, any noise is usually related to other events.
Sure enough, after some four Firefox browser takedowns in as many days, this time the sirens came on (no actual emergency vehicles of course), the overhead rumbling noise started up, a maser zinger (fuzzy bouncing cluster of greyis-blck) jumped into my vision, and the typo fuckover started up. My guess is that the now standardized harassment routine of the changing colors, windows, logins, and the rest of it was being correlated to long running noise events, and that there is an attempt to neurally map the energies of the common event (noises) to that of the Firefox takedown, a rarer event, but with three prior "warm up" takedowns. This is one example of what it "routine", as some kind of hyperactive "neighbor noise" can also "happen" in the night. Last night as an example.
The perps woke me up for an hour sometime around 0500h, and then started up the noisescape, as if there were all manner of vehicles out then, especially with loud mufflers, and the "neighbors" using their water in very faint noisemaking ways, and repeated again as if coming from their kitchen. As a finale, they jabbed me in the ass to which I complained out loud. Then I got some more sleep for an hour or so.
1545h
I am getting the street rabble sounds; woo-hoos, horns and the pretense of something in the street to celebrate. Sorry, the Stanley Cup series ended three days ago. This is the post tea and chocolate digestion period, and that begets perp interest, very often in the form of noise, though maser and plasma action is also high.
It has been raining off and on all day so far, keeping the light levels to a consistent level of dim, a situation of substantial interest to the perps. Past blogs have detailed the astonishing amount of timing of weather with my outings, and when I consider the lifelong record, it is even greater. And these haven't been "fairy rain", but gales, huge snowstorms and the like, and all very destructive. I am sure that they mess with the weather, and one can even hire "weather engineers" to mess with it for you.
I was hoping that the current chocolate "need" was going to cede, and that I could actually live within my means, but no, I was mind-fucked into buying more this morning. Past blogs have detailed a one time event where I didn't want to eat any, or even smell it. This lasted a whole week and then the perps put me back on a chocolate diet again, in service to aid them in determining the solution to their brown "color problem", as it is one of my least liked colors.
And in support of this quest, they put a lifesize negro portrait on the second page of the newspaper I bought today, and then colored in the remainder in blue. As blue is a preferred color, the perps attempt to ride the coat-tails of blue in order to extract some kind of quantification to that of brown. This is frequently done with blonde women; they often get planted wearing brown while gangstalking me as a "starter" gangstalker, or for their auric goodness and whatever that confers for the perps' interests.
Now, for that, I get the siren bullshit again; this city has become "busier" for emergencies than Seattle where I lived for a time.
1910h
Now that dinner has been eaten, it is time for the noisescape to fill in and sonically pollute my existence. The rains have stopped immediately before dinner, and I suspect that the entire weather today was arranged to be dim all day, and have this post-dinner (digestion) period lighted with sunlight, even if it is strangely reflecting off adjacent buildings. In other words, the perps were saving this time to recieve the most sunlight of the entire day, all while my brown colored food is digesting. And as a consequence, the perps have put on the 2 cycle motorcycle noise as the streets have dried up.
And I did get another siren show after dinner to no great surprise, likely to correlate the neural energetics over the same noise for pre and post dinnertime. The perps' obsession over my food digestion, food color, diet and its timing is not my problem, and yet they continue to inflict this depraved torture on me.
An interesting news item was planted for me to read, MIT team experimentally demonstrates wireless power transfer,and it appears to have some relevance to this ongoing harassment, action-at-a-distance energies and pranks, and the constant swarm of gangstalkers anywhere I go in public; some excerpts and comments follow:
WiTricity [wireless electricity, albeit magnetism] is based on using coupled resonant objects. Two resonant objects of the same resonant frequency tend to exchange energy efficiently, while interacting weakly with extraneous off-resonant objects.I know for a fact that I am being contained in a strong magnetic field as I have measured it; the meter read 200 Gauss in late 2002, and I am sure it has been substantially upped since then. Which suggests that the perps are attempting to get me to resonate with all the objects around me, anywhere I go. (Hence the limited activities that I am allowed to do). All three of my gaussmeters have since "crapped out", meaning that they have been remotely disabled, which is nothing new to me, as they also have done this with four CD players and three pairs of headphones.
The MIT team used one particular type of resonance: magnetically coupled resonators. The team explored a system of two electromagnetic resonators coupled mostly through their magnetic fields; they were able to identify the strongly coupled regime in this system, even when the distance between them was several times larger than the sizes of the resonant objects. This way, efficient power transfer was enabled. Magnetic coupling is particularly suitable for everyday applications because most common materials interact only very weakly with magnetic fields, so interactions with extraneous environmental objects are suppressed even further.This statement isn't real clear to me, but what it does say is that efficient power transfer is effected only between resonant objects. And it did so "happen", only two days ago, that there were a series of plasma beams in the outline of our respective profiles, that were flipping between me and the fitness instructor in the exercise room. I could see it in the mirror, and likely had a better view of it there.
Karal is, a graduate student in electrical engineering and computer science, points out, "Here is where the magic of the resonant coupling comes about. The usual non-resonant magnetic induction would be almost 1 million times less efficient in this particular system."I could never accuse the perps of having a limited scope in the process of harassing me; they have the entire city irradiating, they have me vibrating with some kind of energy, and are totally beserk in terms of their committment to gangstalking and hounding the living shit out of my existence, and have been doing this in covert form for 47 years and overt form for a succeeding five years. And they still aren't finished by a long shot IMHO. What I surmise they are doing is getting me to "resonate" with all the objects and shills and operatives around me, and additionally, attempt to detect the psi energies related to the human experience. One such experience being war, as they are constantly noisestalking me, masering and plasma-ing, vision impairing etc. anytime this topic comes up, usually by reading online.
2240h
More plasma flashes, distraction dazzlers, maser zingers and annoying visual interference. About 20 minutes ago there were two massive thump noises from the hallway, and no one out there as the putative "causal" agent.
It is time to blog off and get this published, all for another day of being fucked with.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Newspaper Modifications
11340h
I made a trip to the grocery store, and for the first time in at least 6 weeks they had only one gangstalker per store location I visited instead of two. Though they had their brown colored props again. For about the fifth time in sucession there was a stocking cart with a brown box on it at the chocolate section, and this time they added a male gangstalker whose jacket was a near identical brown to that of the cardboard box.
In going to the store, a 12 minute walk in the city, I was double teamed with two gangstalkers on me early. A white haired woman in a large backpact was ahead of me, paralleling me on Cook St for two blocks and a slim dude in navy blue "arrived" at the Pandora intersection, this being where the perps usually put on stunts, Cook St. and Pandora. The female gangstalker ended up preceding me as I was held up at the traffic lights, and he came up behind me, following me across the intersection. He went W. bound on one street, she went W. bound on the second, and I took the third street to go W. Then after traversing the long side of the block, he ends up ahead of me, and she behind me. This is fucking rude and blatant stalking. These two gangstalker fuckers were paralleling me from one and two blocks away is what it seemed.
Back to the grocery store; I was going to the deli cooler case, but before I got there they had a 4' tall palette load of bread obstructing one aisleway next to the hot cooked chickens. (Think brown color, ( both bread and chickens), the biggest problem color for the perps). As I squeezed through the narrow opening they left for me, the "delivery" fucker of the bread then came up behind me, and I have no idea how he got so close without me spotting him in advance. I suspect I got "blotto-ed" for an instant.
And it "so happened" that there was the other portion of the bread palette load at the deli case, obstructing what I wanted to get to, the guacamole. Then onto the tortillas section where another fucker was loitering, and then onto the soy milk where they pulled a surprise. There was no one liter cartons in any of the three lines of plain soy milk they keep there, only two liter sizes that don't fit in the bar fridge that I have. Instead, they had a 15 carton wide display of one make of mocha, read brown colored, soy milk. Convenient, so the alternative was local organic soy milk in a plastic bottle. I am sure the milk will be fine, but the game was to get me off carton packaged soy milk for the next liter. After that, I should be moved and will be able to use the two liter size. It is fucking absurd I am not allowed to drink the brand and package type of milk that I want.
Then onto the coffee section where a gangstalker was in mid aisle "busy" examining a box wrapped in mylar packaging. The latest technique in gangstalking is to stand in the center of the aisle or sidewalk and feing obliviousness to the passing traffic and that the gangstalker is positioned at a constriction.
While at the checkout, they put on an extra gabby man ahead of me who "needed" a price check on his yellow mustard, and then he "needed" to go with the assistant who was going to perform that service. And it so happened that they allowed me to proceed through the checkout with his items being moved about in the plastic carry bag, and eventually on the conveyor belt following my items.
After this the gangstalker/operative who had hung around at the debit card reade in doing is over-elaborate explaining and excusing. By then the perps had a blonde woman behind me, and three more women in file behind her, all with black long hair. Then the operative arrived back from his "price check" and got into more explaining and thanking, I was allowed to get the fuck out of there. The debit card reader had also been staked out with a stack of black fabric bags next to it, and behind them, a wad of white plastic bags. The cashier also held the debit card reader still, as is the "custom", even though it doesn't move very much. Whenever I pay for goods or otherwise handle money the perps go crazy over gangstalking me. They appear to expect some kind of energetic signature related to financial transactions and have set up many other games like this.
And it was a day for a heavy black colored gangstalk vehicle contingent, effectively replacing the white colored ones as the reference color for the 400 or so that they put on. At times, four black vehicles were clustered around a red or silver grey color, and then a mid-grey vehicle was added into the group. I suspect the perps have cranked up the action as this is my last week of being in this fuckhole location.
1430h
I was allowed to read the newspaper when I got back, and this has been a rarity in the past, as they have eliminated the one newspaper I wanted to read, the Globe and Mail. And while reading it, they put on the next door bathroom noises with the first fucker doing extensive sneezing and nose blowing activity. Many other noises were put on, and were the (planted) rationale for "me" to hurry reading. I am not allowed to read the newspaper in the way that I want to.
The perps also lay on the noise when I am about to read over the fold, from a lighted portion to an extra shaded part beneath. And they are playing all kinds of light games in adding extra shadow on the page. They also get a charge out of creating small creases, folds, humps and other like newsprint aberations to serve as the rationale to add more of a unevenly lighted newsprint page. As with the page fold, the noisestalking increases as I am reading the story at the location of all their installed topographical irregularities.
1545h
This is the post-teatime period, and today the perps went nuts with two different vacuum cleaners outside my door. One machine followed the other, and I am sure they were looking for "torsional energies" and their noise association, and the fuckers have been extra-active in creating noise today.
And I am sure it was no coincidence that I had chocolate with my tea, and that particular habit/addiction is likely planted as well. The post brown color digestion period has been a high perp activity/noisestalking/plasmastalking event.
I am getting more masers and plasma fields in my central vision; the perps seem to have lost the need for maintaining their cover story of these flitting in and out of my peripherial vision. Most of the time the color is red, though they have been putting plenty of yellows and violet colors up too. They like to "edge enhance" objects down an shaded edge, and when I get close to examine the new color it just disappears. Now I am getting my own chem trails in the hallway, the "air freshener' fuck.
Now, 5 minutes later, is the front door slamming and the "consequent" room shake. One after the other, like frat boys off to class. Except in this case it isn't so innocent; it is all about fuck the "enemy" which is the term they use for their victims it seems. One of my hospital gangstalking operatives called me that once, and another source confirmed that. Given that they don't want my gifts to be used by the recipient, e.g. my daughter, I get the sense they want to remove as many personal associations as possible. My ex-wife called me "you" for the latter 10 years of being married, she wasn't allowed to get personal and call me by my name. And she was in on the harassment then; there a whole lot of clues as to this, but it explains her behavior, borderline nuts when stressed.
The door slamming and room shaking is still going on, and a stereo has been added into the mix; the assholes are timing the shaking and noise to the exact moment of reading specific words even. Now the overhead clunking has arrived, the noise of first order when all else fails. Typo sabotage continues
2030h
I am getting the leg torquing torture of last night again; the sickos were running some kind of variable pressure on my forefeet and then als applying knee twisting at the same time. They seemed to be particularly dedicated in applying this when I was reading a review of Olivia Newton John's singing career. It just got cheesier is the quick take on it.
The loud mufflered vehicle noise has been steady this evening, as if this city had no end of them. I am getting plenty of plasma and maser games; there is usually something extraneous (unconventional) in my vision nearly all the time now; call it chronic opto-magnetic energy incursion to be techical.
Another aspect of this opto-magnetic intrusion is the perps "augementing" my LCD display; a web page with white areas will be momentarily filled in with shadows, projections from legitimate linework, ghosting of text in a yellow color and a host of other games that go on ceaselessly. Though at times they also arrange blotchy vision impairments, a like harassment where they plant some kind of layer of scuzz on the lenses of my glasses. Most often there is some kind(s) of aberations that keep swirling and moving about.
Also as a given fuckover stunt is their stretching of the web page to "need" a horizontal scrolling to see all of the page. The perps get endless mileage out of having me move the display 1/4" rightward, or worse yet, moving the display laterally back and forth to read one line of text. This particular jerkaround has gone on for over 2 years, and I rarely get a web page that doesn't need to be repositioned to see all of it. If it is so intrusive to need scrolling right and left to read each line of text, then I don't bother to read any more, as it is too annoying.
2200h
A mild zap in the nuts when I scrolled down a page of email. It doesn't take much to excite the small minds that continue this abuse.
Enough for a day; time to call this posted.
I made a trip to the grocery store, and for the first time in at least 6 weeks they had only one gangstalker per store location I visited instead of two. Though they had their brown colored props again. For about the fifth time in sucession there was a stocking cart with a brown box on it at the chocolate section, and this time they added a male gangstalker whose jacket was a near identical brown to that of the cardboard box.
In going to the store, a 12 minute walk in the city, I was double teamed with two gangstalkers on me early. A white haired woman in a large backpact was ahead of me, paralleling me on Cook St for two blocks and a slim dude in navy blue "arrived" at the Pandora intersection, this being where the perps usually put on stunts, Cook St. and Pandora. The female gangstalker ended up preceding me as I was held up at the traffic lights, and he came up behind me, following me across the intersection. He went W. bound on one street, she went W. bound on the second, and I took the third street to go W. Then after traversing the long side of the block, he ends up ahead of me, and she behind me. This is fucking rude and blatant stalking. These two gangstalker fuckers were paralleling me from one and two blocks away is what it seemed.
Back to the grocery store; I was going to the deli cooler case, but before I got there they had a 4' tall palette load of bread obstructing one aisleway next to the hot cooked chickens. (Think brown color, ( both bread and chickens), the biggest problem color for the perps). As I squeezed through the narrow opening they left for me, the "delivery" fucker of the bread then came up behind me, and I have no idea how he got so close without me spotting him in advance. I suspect I got "blotto-ed" for an instant.
And it "so happened" that there was the other portion of the bread palette load at the deli case, obstructing what I wanted to get to, the guacamole. Then onto the tortillas section where another fucker was loitering, and then onto the soy milk where they pulled a surprise. There was no one liter cartons in any of the three lines of plain soy milk they keep there, only two liter sizes that don't fit in the bar fridge that I have. Instead, they had a 15 carton wide display of one make of mocha, read brown colored, soy milk. Convenient, so the alternative was local organic soy milk in a plastic bottle. I am sure the milk will be fine, but the game was to get me off carton packaged soy milk for the next liter. After that, I should be moved and will be able to use the two liter size. It is fucking absurd I am not allowed to drink the brand and package type of milk that I want.
Then onto the coffee section where a gangstalker was in mid aisle "busy" examining a box wrapped in mylar packaging. The latest technique in gangstalking is to stand in the center of the aisle or sidewalk and feing obliviousness to the passing traffic and that the gangstalker is positioned at a constriction.
While at the checkout, they put on an extra gabby man ahead of me who "needed" a price check on his yellow mustard, and then he "needed" to go with the assistant who was going to perform that service. And it so happened that they allowed me to proceed through the checkout with his items being moved about in the plastic carry bag, and eventually on the conveyor belt following my items.
After this the gangstalker/operative who had hung around at the debit card reade in doing is over-elaborate explaining and excusing. By then the perps had a blonde woman behind me, and three more women in file behind her, all with black long hair. Then the operative arrived back from his "price check" and got into more explaining and thanking, I was allowed to get the fuck out of there. The debit card reader had also been staked out with a stack of black fabric bags next to it, and behind them, a wad of white plastic bags. The cashier also held the debit card reader still, as is the "custom", even though it doesn't move very much. Whenever I pay for goods or otherwise handle money the perps go crazy over gangstalking me. They appear to expect some kind of energetic signature related to financial transactions and have set up many other games like this.
And it was a day for a heavy black colored gangstalk vehicle contingent, effectively replacing the white colored ones as the reference color for the 400 or so that they put on. At times, four black vehicles were clustered around a red or silver grey color, and then a mid-grey vehicle was added into the group. I suspect the perps have cranked up the action as this is my last week of being in this fuckhole location.
1430h
I was allowed to read the newspaper when I got back, and this has been a rarity in the past, as they have eliminated the one newspaper I wanted to read, the Globe and Mail. And while reading it, they put on the next door bathroom noises with the first fucker doing extensive sneezing and nose blowing activity. Many other noises were put on, and were the (planted) rationale for "me" to hurry reading. I am not allowed to read the newspaper in the way that I want to.
The perps also lay on the noise when I am about to read over the fold, from a lighted portion to an extra shaded part beneath. And they are playing all kinds of light games in adding extra shadow on the page. They also get a charge out of creating small creases, folds, humps and other like newsprint aberations to serve as the rationale to add more of a unevenly lighted newsprint page. As with the page fold, the noisestalking increases as I am reading the story at the location of all their installed topographical irregularities.
1545h
This is the post-teatime period, and today the perps went nuts with two different vacuum cleaners outside my door. One machine followed the other, and I am sure they were looking for "torsional energies" and their noise association, and the fuckers have been extra-active in creating noise today.
And I am sure it was no coincidence that I had chocolate with my tea, and that particular habit/addiction is likely planted as well. The post brown color digestion period has been a high perp activity/noisestalking/plasmastalking event.
I am getting more masers and plasma fields in my central vision; the perps seem to have lost the need for maintaining their cover story of these flitting in and out of my peripherial vision. Most of the time the color is red, though they have been putting plenty of yellows and violet colors up too. They like to "edge enhance" objects down an shaded edge, and when I get close to examine the new color it just disappears. Now I am getting my own chem trails in the hallway, the "air freshener' fuck.
Now, 5 minutes later, is the front door slamming and the "consequent" room shake. One after the other, like frat boys off to class. Except in this case it isn't so innocent; it is all about fuck the "enemy" which is the term they use for their victims it seems. One of my hospital gangstalking operatives called me that once, and another source confirmed that. Given that they don't want my gifts to be used by the recipient, e.g. my daughter, I get the sense they want to remove as many personal associations as possible. My ex-wife called me "you" for the latter 10 years of being married, she wasn't allowed to get personal and call me by my name. And she was in on the harassment then; there a whole lot of clues as to this, but it explains her behavior, borderline nuts when stressed.
The door slamming and room shaking is still going on, and a stereo has been added into the mix; the assholes are timing the shaking and noise to the exact moment of reading specific words even. Now the overhead clunking has arrived, the noise of first order when all else fails. Typo sabotage continues
2030h
I am getting the leg torquing torture of last night again; the sickos were running some kind of variable pressure on my forefeet and then als applying knee twisting at the same time. They seemed to be particularly dedicated in applying this when I was reading a review of Olivia Newton John's singing career. It just got cheesier is the quick take on it.
The loud mufflered vehicle noise has been steady this evening, as if this city had no end of them. I am getting plenty of plasma and maser games; there is usually something extraneous (unconventional) in my vision nearly all the time now; call it chronic opto-magnetic energy incursion to be techical.
Another aspect of this opto-magnetic intrusion is the perps "augementing" my LCD display; a web page with white areas will be momentarily filled in with shadows, projections from legitimate linework, ghosting of text in a yellow color and a host of other games that go on ceaselessly. Though at times they also arrange blotchy vision impairments, a like harassment where they plant some kind of layer of scuzz on the lenses of my glasses. Most often there is some kind(s) of aberations that keep swirling and moving about.
Also as a given fuckover stunt is their stretching of the web page to "need" a horizontal scrolling to see all of the page. The perps get endless mileage out of having me move the display 1/4" rightward, or worse yet, moving the display laterally back and forth to read one line of text. This particular jerkaround has gone on for over 2 years, and I rarely get a web page that doesn't need to be repositioned to see all of it. If it is so intrusive to need scrolling right and left to read each line of text, then I don't bother to read any more, as it is too annoying.
2200h
A mild zap in the nuts when I scrolled down a page of email. It doesn't take much to excite the small minds that continue this abuse.
Enough for a day; time to call this posted.
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