06-05-2019
I was entering the mall for the SOF supermarket from the E side, which I rarely do, and lo, if the assholes didn't put on the family stalk show. The father 10' ahead of his wife in the "usual" (and ridiculous) couple or family stalking situation, then one of the two young girls (age 4 or so) lingers behind; something apparrently wrong with her footwear when it had been just fine when they were traversing the parking lot. The entrance was 15' from me, and I momentarily held up to let the child re-join the family, but no, she fakes me out by starting to proceed and stopping again to then look at her foot or shoe again. Screw that, I have seen far too many feints and dodges every time I go through a fucking doorway, (everywhere) so this was just another as I saw it. And so I proceed, and then lone child tails me in, and then runs around me to re-join her family when inside. Nothing wrong with her foot or footwear before or after. And besides, why was the mother such a ditz as to not wait and/or pay attention to her child? Because they were on the family gangstalk, and this was the scripted scenario, and if they pulled it off correctly, they maybe got a bonus. And they weren't done yet; the same troup "happened" to be there ahead of me at the checkout, per "usual" financial transaction moment..
It is just fucking insane that I am not allowed to pass through a doorway, including my own residence, without some kind of orchestrated shit show, now for 17 years of this relentless and senseless abuse-athon. And it should be noted that a common public gangstalk move is to have a couple physically split apart and force me to pass between them. (That is, I am acting like a normal public citizen and not running from this obvious shit). These stunts are aided by aisle constrictions in stores, or other blocking operatives forcing me along a certain expected path.
And of course, the stop, start and fake me out is a well worn public gangstalking stunt. Which is an extension of the "dashed expectations" fuckery that suddenly arrived with considerable frequency when all this rain of abuse began in 04-2002.
Interesting that the Psychopaths mostly leave me alone on the W side mall entrance now for the past two years or so, only an occasional malingerer or a headlight shot as I exit. The mere fact (for most folks, save the Psychopaths) of getting out of my vehicle on the E side invokes this family gangstalking stunt. Go fuck yourselves; stalkers and the directing operatives.
06-06-2019
I was leaving the vineyard at the end of the work day today, and lo, if I didn't have some sentinels (gangstalkers) at the gate. (Here we go again; entering and exiting property, this time a vehicle gate). For "some reason" the 3 year old boy was there alone at the gate with his head down and looking very avoidant and sheepish. And this infernal vineyard owner's dog also "happened" to be there too. This was a set-up at first glance, as the child is normally with the nanny everywhere on the property, and she was nowhere to be seen. Most wierd. And this infernal dog has taken upon itself to come at me with teeth barred and barking. I suppose the "usual" reason is that it is a shelter dog, though it could well be mind controlled to single me out, as no one else does or says squat about this intolerable situation. I even told the vineyard owner a few months ago that the dog goes for me alone with this ferocious and threatening display, and nothing got done. This time I screamed at the dog to piss off as I wanted to go through the gate and get to my vehicle, something it would know, as this animal has pulled this stunt before at this very location and circumstance.
Just then, I noticed that an irrigation line was broken and dumping water on the ground, and had been doing so as it extended 100' down the street. The dog and kid seemed to move on, as I was distracted by the irrigation problem. I attempted to re-attach the broken fitting while it was running (done this before, and have a technique), but no, I got a face full of water. I found the shut-off valve some 12' away, and shut it off, and then fixed it. About this time the boss lady came along, and I told her the story. I also noticed that the water ran under my parked vehicle, some 50' away.
So what was this multiple player stunt all about? The dog had already traumatized me earlier in the day by suddenly coming at me while I was deep in the vineyard, barking and barring its teeth. So I had already been traumatized, and the dog then pulls this shit again when exiting the property at the gate. Presumably the kid was trained up on this stunt as he looked so guilty, and was there on kiddie-stalk duty all by himself in a very uncharacteristic situation. And as the Psychopaths have this abiding and insane fixation over water; delivery methods (types of pipe), for drinking, for crop irrigation, bathing, weather and everything else, the broken irrigation line and the water running down the street and under my parked vehicle must of been the central objective of their test. (The infernal dog and its traumatization routine (twice in the day) seemed to be a sensitization "warm-up", and the young boy was a gangstalking prop, IMHO). As to what the Psychopaths need to know about water and its relationship to me I have no idea. It just wasn't enough that I swam in a swim club for 14 years, 3x/week, 2400m each practice. (And the pool facility even undertook a major water treatment system upgrade (chlorine to UV) during that time). And surely the rest of the swim club membership was in on all that before the Psychopaths went berserk/overt in 04-2002. I really don't care one iota as to what the Psychopathic agenda is with respect to water, just leave me the fuck alone. I have had enough.
06-04-2019
A "need" came on to attend to my vehicle maintenance; new shocks/struts, fore and aft. All parts were ordered and I arranged for the mechanics to install them. I don't do vehicle repairs anymore, as it is yet another situation where the Psychopaths would screw the hell out of me as they know I wouldn't have the tools or knowledge to do this efficiently.
Three years ago when I had the Camry, and was working for a vineyard with winery and wine shipping duties they set it up that I was moving cases of wine between the storage facility and the tasting room. And as it "happened" the rear struts were becoming problematic and I had them replaced. And lo, if there wasn't another wine case packing job a few days later after the new rear struts were installed. And then no more wine case moving activities after that. So it would seem that they wanted to test my new struts and wanted a prior benchmarking with the old ones.
This time no wine case hauling, but starting from when I picked the vehicle up, the rain came on, rather curiously, as there hasn't been rain for four weeks. The rain slicked streets seemed to come on to prevent any "testing" (faster road speeds). And on some road sections, they put on a slow going lead-ahead blocking vehicles. Only now (06-08-2019, Saturday) have they let me on some of the highway portions so I can drive faster, say, 80kph.
And in keeping with what has "erupted" so many times when I pick up my vehicle after it has been in the shop, another male is hanging around at the front desk. This was the apparent mechanic, and if so, possibly the guy who did the repairs and/or the test drive. Though back in 2002 when the assholes were very obviously on my ass, they didn't bother with the mechanic look, they just had some well dressed hanger-on loitering in the customer area for no seeming reason. Waiting at the local Ford dealership for their repair jobs (that take inordinately long) to finish is also another stalk-athon shit show.
06-09-2019
Sunday, and I normally do some private vineyard work, but was back by 1030h as the owner was away, and there wasn't much property work to do.
I spent some time outside on the lawn, as the weather changed for the good. I was reading and having coffee, and lo, if the neighborhood noise assault didn't come on. The grinder from the E house across the lane was already running when I went outside (building egress situation, note) as was a N neighbor and their weed eater. Not five minutes into the book, and lo, from the W bordering property, a loud over-revving lawnmower started up and kept going for 40 minutes, which tells me that they had to have done the lawn twice, because it doesn't take anywhere near that long unless they are protracting it.
But the noise assault was done yet; the "regular" noisy overhead regular single engine aircraft came over for some circling. This same aircraft has an astonishing habit finding me outside on many other properties. Then the more distant (one block away) HD motorcycle noise came on, the most loathed noise of all. The final noise source culminated in the parked dump truck being started up and run at idle in the lane opposite. Screw that, and so I went inside.
(Did I ever mention how the Psychopaths love to hound me with dump trucks (loaded or unloaded)? This seems to fit their continuing need to have soil samples and exposures planted around me. It just wasn't enough that I took soil science at university. All the while I was reading The Many Worlds of Hugh Everett III. Which is what I suspect the Psychopaths and their insane and relentless campaign (involving myself and all other TI's, and very possibly all humans in varying degrees of invasion and disruption) is all about; discovering the Universal Wave Function. Ask me if I give a shit; after 17 years of relentless abuse and harassment there is very little I care about.
Enough for a posting, and to call this done for last week. As one can discern, the perps (Psychopaths) are hard at coming up with yet more variations, permutations, combinations and spatial juxtapositions of every conceivable action and motion. And putting me through most of them. Woo-hoo.
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Tuesday, June 11, 2019
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
Start Up the Vacuum Cleaner
1100h
The apparent new management of this apartment building is heavy on the vacuuming, especially outside my door, as if I haven't had enough of that particular noise and phenomenon intrusion for the past eight years. From extra suck-trucks to mobile vacuum services to the vaccum cleaner, all bringing vortex action to the TI, me in particular. And the new flavor of operation is to have multiple interuptions with hallway chat. That EM spike from turning motors on and off, interspersed with amygdala processing specific banter. It seems from the myriad stunts around vacuum cleaners, from truck size drain cleaner machines on down, the harassment technologies are enhanced by localized vortices, giving credence to the many esteemed researchers' (Kozyrev, Nachalov) theories that never seem to get the respect they deserve. Makes we wonder about science, especially when it goes into vituperative convulsions over, say, "cold fusion", whose main "crime" wasy being assigned the wrong name, getting unrelenting condemmation from the supposed objective scientific thinkers of our age. Others have noted in hindsight, that Fleischmann and Pons should of got a Nobel Prize for discovering a new energy source, but lets not go on another conspiratorial round. My all time favorite example of scientific self-denial/avoidance is the paper, "How I Control Gravititation", by Thomas Townsend Brown in 1929. It should of rattled the scientific establishment and taken science in a whole different direction, but instead, sits ignored as a curiousity. And so it goes; you have heard me before on this topic. Funny how it keeps coming back.
I got some "sticky" gangstalkers this morning, ones that kept on re-appearing at each aisle and location checkout, this roundelay of Fuckwits and their particular Unfavored aspects; two large women, the shiftless semi-vagrant males, the curly haired and the geriatric open mouthers as some examples. Then one houndog on my ass at LD reprised himself twice more at the local supermarket, as I made a rare double shopping trip, getting the Rx filled, (now replete with both red AND yellow warning labels on the bottles), getting chocolate, new trays for the cleaning sponges as the prior ones erupted with rust "from" their four small chromed rivets, milk and other items. For weeks the perps have been fouling my face cloths with scuzz that won't come off in the laundry, and then skunked me out of getting bleach at the LD store today, and then "forgetted" me about getting an alternative at the supermarket, usually having a small selection of "green" products that LD doesn't. All these planted notions over the past three weeks, and one unsuccessful attempt, to get my white items white again, and then they screw me around over aquiring the bleaching solution. The perps tell me that bleach is too overpowering for the chemical ether; ask me if I care.
2105h
An hour nap from 1600 to 1700h; the same deal as the past four naps,- put-on-the-deep-olive-green-sweater either before or after the nap. This week's T-shirt color is navy blue, last week was black, so it would seem the perps are using their very favorite entre colors to continue their games of garment color combinations. That my mattress is a deep navy blue also helps their cause, and I can be sure that early stage gangstalkers are wearing these colors, as well as packing yellow envelopes or wood.
This morning's exit from the building was a total jerkaround, with the red-coated Fuckwit bantering with the managers at their lobby office with another red-dressed Fuckwit still remaining, who then departs just ahead of me, and then they call him back so he puts on the dither in the open doorway, blocking my egress at first for at least 3 seconds, and finally responds to me standing there with a grimace and thinking "fucking asshole", to begrudgingly allow me personal space to exit the building. Just another doorway antic, this time in red and a red reference Fuckwit left in place. No doubt they were there for a half hour or longer if past knowledge of their games is accurate.
Other goings on have been the hallway banter outside my door later, and it even was ramped up when I did laundry in the laundry room. For some reason someone had left the ordinarily locked door open for me to hear the dude talk (banter) from the supposed tenants in nearby apartments. Regular readers will know that I contend there are no tenants in this 140 suite building, as it is consistent with past locations that were bereft of tenants, especially in adjacent apartments. (And most notable for fire emergencies that once erupted with regularity). Whatever it is that they are beaming at me at whatever intensity it is, they don't want anyone else around me for overnight. Even the neighbors around the First Feral Family house seem strangely absent when I visit on my usual Sunday afternoon through Monday morning. And I know they are beaming me magnetic energy, as I measured the magnetic field in 2008 to be over 1600 Gauss, up from 200 Gauss in 12-2002. Though I suspect there is much more to being irradiated as I appear to be, possibly unconventional energetics, though not ionizing radiation (apha, beta gamma etc).
Onto more music tonight, and I will blog-off for now.
The apparent new management of this apartment building is heavy on the vacuuming, especially outside my door, as if I haven't had enough of that particular noise and phenomenon intrusion for the past eight years. From extra suck-trucks to mobile vacuum services to the vaccum cleaner, all bringing vortex action to the TI, me in particular. And the new flavor of operation is to have multiple interuptions with hallway chat. That EM spike from turning motors on and off, interspersed with amygdala processing specific banter. It seems from the myriad stunts around vacuum cleaners, from truck size drain cleaner machines on down, the harassment technologies are enhanced by localized vortices, giving credence to the many esteemed researchers' (Kozyrev, Nachalov) theories that never seem to get the respect they deserve. Makes we wonder about science, especially when it goes into vituperative convulsions over, say, "cold fusion", whose main "crime" wasy being assigned the wrong name, getting unrelenting condemmation from the supposed objective scientific thinkers of our age. Others have noted in hindsight, that Fleischmann and Pons should of got a Nobel Prize for discovering a new energy source, but lets not go on another conspiratorial round. My all time favorite example of scientific self-denial/avoidance is the paper, "How I Control Gravititation", by Thomas Townsend Brown in 1929. It should of rattled the scientific establishment and taken science in a whole different direction, but instead, sits ignored as a curiousity. And so it goes; you have heard me before on this topic. Funny how it keeps coming back.
I got some "sticky" gangstalkers this morning, ones that kept on re-appearing at each aisle and location checkout, this roundelay of Fuckwits and their particular Unfavored aspects; two large women, the shiftless semi-vagrant males, the curly haired and the geriatric open mouthers as some examples. Then one houndog on my ass at LD reprised himself twice more at the local supermarket, as I made a rare double shopping trip, getting the Rx filled, (now replete with both red AND yellow warning labels on the bottles), getting chocolate, new trays for the cleaning sponges as the prior ones erupted with rust "from" their four small chromed rivets, milk and other items. For weeks the perps have been fouling my face cloths with scuzz that won't come off in the laundry, and then skunked me out of getting bleach at the LD store today, and then "forgetted" me about getting an alternative at the supermarket, usually having a small selection of "green" products that LD doesn't. All these planted notions over the past three weeks, and one unsuccessful attempt, to get my white items white again, and then they screw me around over aquiring the bleaching solution. The perps tell me that bleach is too overpowering for the chemical ether; ask me if I care.
2105h
An hour nap from 1600 to 1700h; the same deal as the past four naps,- put-on-the-deep-olive-green-sweater either before or after the nap. This week's T-shirt color is navy blue, last week was black, so it would seem the perps are using their very favorite entre colors to continue their games of garment color combinations. That my mattress is a deep navy blue also helps their cause, and I can be sure that early stage gangstalkers are wearing these colors, as well as packing yellow envelopes or wood.
This morning's exit from the building was a total jerkaround, with the red-coated Fuckwit bantering with the managers at their lobby office with another red-dressed Fuckwit still remaining, who then departs just ahead of me, and then they call him back so he puts on the dither in the open doorway, blocking my egress at first for at least 3 seconds, and finally responds to me standing there with a grimace and thinking "fucking asshole", to begrudgingly allow me personal space to exit the building. Just another doorway antic, this time in red and a red reference Fuckwit left in place. No doubt they were there for a half hour or longer if past knowledge of their games is accurate.
Other goings on have been the hallway banter outside my door later, and it even was ramped up when I did laundry in the laundry room. For some reason someone had left the ordinarily locked door open for me to hear the dude talk (banter) from the supposed tenants in nearby apartments. Regular readers will know that I contend there are no tenants in this 140 suite building, as it is consistent with past locations that were bereft of tenants, especially in adjacent apartments. (And most notable for fire emergencies that once erupted with regularity). Whatever it is that they are beaming at me at whatever intensity it is, they don't want anyone else around me for overnight. Even the neighbors around the First Feral Family house seem strangely absent when I visit on my usual Sunday afternoon through Monday morning. And I know they are beaming me magnetic energy, as I measured the magnetic field in 2008 to be over 1600 Gauss, up from 200 Gauss in 12-2002. Though I suspect there is much more to being irradiated as I appear to be, possibly unconventional energetics, though not ionizing radiation (apha, beta gamma etc).
Onto more music tonight, and I will blog-off for now.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Nightime Wear Change Up
1425h
A cold night, last night, record low temperatures even, and even though I have the windows sealed with tape to stop drafts, I still got plenty of cool air swirling at my feet. So much so, I wore a pyjama-like combination of long underwear, a T shirt and a thick pair of socks to bed. And one can be sure this first-time change in nightwear was a BIG DEAL for the perps, who also kept me up for most of the night, also with meat aerial games, having me count them even. A black top, deep blue longjohns and black socks were the colors of my nightime wear, a similar color combination to my daytime wear, also enhanced due to cold temperatures; black pants, grey socks, black undershirt and a navy blue sweater. A bath was also scripted last night, so between clothing and color changes I got wet, and getting wet seems to be an important component of the perps' ongoing research games and abuses. But to be fair, it did warm me up before bedtime, and that helped me stay warm as well. But as this was the first time I had worn said longjohns for over 20 years, I am sure it was the reason there was a five strong contingent of Fuckwits in the lobby when I set off to the local supermarket.
I walked down the stairwell and entered the lobby, only to have two behind the door, the faux postmen attending to the mailboxes, the new manager was letting out the motorized wheelchair act by holding the door open, and then crossed in front of the closing door, and then another one sittiing in the office, the latter being the Scottish woman, once thought to be the cleaning woman, but seeming to take up near permanent residency as "staff" anytime I pass through the lobby, and twice on the street. A whole five Fuckwits when entering and exiting the lobby, with the wheelchair act in lead-ahead gangstalk mode, "happening" to be going my way and calling across the street to her vagrant pal in sunglasses no less, (no sun today). Why these loud street shouting "cheer-sing" start up in my proximity isn't totally clear, but having me hear human voice is always an important part of the harasssment, as that involved emotional processing of speech in the amygdala brain region, also thought to be the seat of where psychic energies are processed.
The assholes kept me awake for hours once I went to bed at 2330h, and also at least an hour before getting up. It seemed like I was made to be totally awake all night, but I figure I got some sleep in there. As always, don't lament for lost sleep time because nearly always I never have any tiredness reactions or napping need as a consequence. The fact that my sleep needs can be controlled was made plain early on in the 2002 harasment onset, as they could have me not sleep for three days to no adverse effect, which included working for my employer at the time.
A trip to the local supermarket this morning kept me aware of the gangstalking parade, the assholes even blocking egress into the store with a yellow coated male Fuckwit, faux security personnel walking out on the wrong side of the door. I was close enough to knee the fucker, as my knee was raised and kept still momentarily as he was in my way. No apology of course, just the usual rude Fuckwit Faux Security personnel, emulating police uniform colors of this area. All part of the insane games whenever building egress occurs.
1600h
Post tea time and chocolate, the second of three 100g bars I am made to eat for the Abusive Cause, and all that it related to their brown color research. But now the overhead scraping and tapping noises have started up, and most annoyingly, they somehow get through my earmuffs. Now the faked neighbor water usuage noise has also started up, doing on/offs, as if someone would ever do this repeatedly in their normal kitchen usage. Now 1605h and this absurd scraping noise has continued on the above ceiling/floor, and if all these floorplans are the same, which is usually the case, then they would have carpet overhead, and somehow, this noise, that which is familiar, should not be happening. The sickos have long given up on scripting an ostensible cause to their stunts, though for the most part they still do, just making it more ridiculous sometimes when a drop of water does a slow hop out of the toilet. And that happens almost everytime I take a piss. Similarly, "drop hop" also erupts from the kitchen sink when using it to clean the dishes. One can be sure that all "drop stalking", the placement of water drops around me from no seeming cause, is their doing, and it has escalated in the past six months here at Abuse Central.
Another managed fluke today was to phone my summer time employer for the job commendation the forman promised, but did not deliver on. And lo, by faux fluke, the foreman "happened" to be in the office as he no longer works there, and as I had phoned for him they put me through as he was speaking with the farm manager. So he promised that one of the senior farm staff would send the letter, though as far as I could tell he wasn't asking permission to make a promise on another's behalf, even when in the same room as the person. Another "go figure"; why tell me how flukey this whole deal was when it was stage managed for months, as the then forman had promised the letter at the end of September 2010, nearly two months ago, and didn't deliver, and I kept "forgetting" to pursue the matter until today.
And I see that it is going to snow tomorrow morning, a Thursday, which should be ripe for a third consecutive yoga class cancellation, in keeping with how they like to fuck me out of that once per week activity. And at no time, for as much as I like yoga, do the assholes ever let me do any in my apartment, as it would be so easy to do so, having a carpeted floor. I can never figure out how they allow such activities to be regular, and then put the kibosh on them for weeks or months. That goes for employment too, all the more of a consideration as I got my credit card statement in the mail, and I have spent way too much money, cleaning out my savings for paying my income tax in early 2011. Looks like I will be picking daffodil flowers in February again, just to keep my head above water into the spring. And hopefully I can get work before June, 2010, as the assholes hung me out to dry until then last year. That was a seven month unemployment duration, and they do like to script these each year, and also to impose financial contraints as well, not to mention mind-fuck games to have me expend monies when I really want to conserve.
2025h
The sirens and the chirping sirens noise ran for three minutes or so while reading blogs from other TI's, ones you will see on the right side. I get this through my earmuffs (that is, supposed hearing protection), and yet the Fuckers can still plant these noises in my ear at the same volume level as if I had taken them off. On the new noise front, the pinging sound of faucet leakage in a steel sink can now "get through" my earmuffs. They have harassed me with this obnoxious noise for over three years now, and the earmuffs were a certain method to ensure that I had relief. As of tonight, not any more. Back to the days of putting a sponge in the sink for the water to fall onto to limit the noise, but even this solution begat a new noise. I supposed it was called the Chinese Water Torture for a good reason if my knowledge hasn't been debased by the assholes, something they pull on me more often.
2325h
More troving through job postings tonight, looking in Alberta this time, as it seems so hopeless here in BC. It seems the perps like me to spend time in this futile fashion, attempting to get jobs to no avail or result. Like I say, they have constantly noisestalked me over terms such as employment, work, job, task, unemployed, and the entire gestalt. All the while they keep me contained doing squat, seemingly an important component of this harassment as they would of long had me working if it suited their agenda of total containment. Time to blog off and call this dull day done.
A cold night, last night, record low temperatures even, and even though I have the windows sealed with tape to stop drafts, I still got plenty of cool air swirling at my feet. So much so, I wore a pyjama-like combination of long underwear, a T shirt and a thick pair of socks to bed. And one can be sure this first-time change in nightwear was a BIG DEAL for the perps, who also kept me up for most of the night, also with meat aerial games, having me count them even. A black top, deep blue longjohns and black socks were the colors of my nightime wear, a similar color combination to my daytime wear, also enhanced due to cold temperatures; black pants, grey socks, black undershirt and a navy blue sweater. A bath was also scripted last night, so between clothing and color changes I got wet, and getting wet seems to be an important component of the perps' ongoing research games and abuses. But to be fair, it did warm me up before bedtime, and that helped me stay warm as well. But as this was the first time I had worn said longjohns for over 20 years, I am sure it was the reason there was a five strong contingent of Fuckwits in the lobby when I set off to the local supermarket.
I walked down the stairwell and entered the lobby, only to have two behind the door, the faux postmen attending to the mailboxes, the new manager was letting out the motorized wheelchair act by holding the door open, and then crossed in front of the closing door, and then another one sittiing in the office, the latter being the Scottish woman, once thought to be the cleaning woman, but seeming to take up near permanent residency as "staff" anytime I pass through the lobby, and twice on the street. A whole five Fuckwits when entering and exiting the lobby, with the wheelchair act in lead-ahead gangstalk mode, "happening" to be going my way and calling across the street to her vagrant pal in sunglasses no less, (no sun today). Why these loud street shouting "cheer-sing" start up in my proximity isn't totally clear, but having me hear human voice is always an important part of the harasssment, as that involved emotional processing of speech in the amygdala brain region, also thought to be the seat of where psychic energies are processed.
The assholes kept me awake for hours once I went to bed at 2330h, and also at least an hour before getting up. It seemed like I was made to be totally awake all night, but I figure I got some sleep in there. As always, don't lament for lost sleep time because nearly always I never have any tiredness reactions or napping need as a consequence. The fact that my sleep needs can be controlled was made plain early on in the 2002 harasment onset, as they could have me not sleep for three days to no adverse effect, which included working for my employer at the time.
A trip to the local supermarket this morning kept me aware of the gangstalking parade, the assholes even blocking egress into the store with a yellow coated male Fuckwit, faux security personnel walking out on the wrong side of the door. I was close enough to knee the fucker, as my knee was raised and kept still momentarily as he was in my way. No apology of course, just the usual rude Fuckwit Faux Security personnel, emulating police uniform colors of this area. All part of the insane games whenever building egress occurs.
1600h
Post tea time and chocolate, the second of three 100g bars I am made to eat for the Abusive Cause, and all that it related to their brown color research. But now the overhead scraping and tapping noises have started up, and most annoyingly, they somehow get through my earmuffs. Now the faked neighbor water usuage noise has also started up, doing on/offs, as if someone would ever do this repeatedly in their normal kitchen usage. Now 1605h and this absurd scraping noise has continued on the above ceiling/floor, and if all these floorplans are the same, which is usually the case, then they would have carpet overhead, and somehow, this noise, that which is familiar, should not be happening. The sickos have long given up on scripting an ostensible cause to their stunts, though for the most part they still do, just making it more ridiculous sometimes when a drop of water does a slow hop out of the toilet. And that happens almost everytime I take a piss. Similarly, "drop hop" also erupts from the kitchen sink when using it to clean the dishes. One can be sure that all "drop stalking", the placement of water drops around me from no seeming cause, is their doing, and it has escalated in the past six months here at Abuse Central.
Another managed fluke today was to phone my summer time employer for the job commendation the forman promised, but did not deliver on. And lo, by faux fluke, the foreman "happened" to be in the office as he no longer works there, and as I had phoned for him they put me through as he was speaking with the farm manager. So he promised that one of the senior farm staff would send the letter, though as far as I could tell he wasn't asking permission to make a promise on another's behalf, even when in the same room as the person. Another "go figure"; why tell me how flukey this whole deal was when it was stage managed for months, as the then forman had promised the letter at the end of September 2010, nearly two months ago, and didn't deliver, and I kept "forgetting" to pursue the matter until today.
And I see that it is going to snow tomorrow morning, a Thursday, which should be ripe for a third consecutive yoga class cancellation, in keeping with how they like to fuck me out of that once per week activity. And at no time, for as much as I like yoga, do the assholes ever let me do any in my apartment, as it would be so easy to do so, having a carpeted floor. I can never figure out how they allow such activities to be regular, and then put the kibosh on them for weeks or months. That goes for employment too, all the more of a consideration as I got my credit card statement in the mail, and I have spent way too much money, cleaning out my savings for paying my income tax in early 2011. Looks like I will be picking daffodil flowers in February again, just to keep my head above water into the spring. And hopefully I can get work before June, 2010, as the assholes hung me out to dry until then last year. That was a seven month unemployment duration, and they do like to script these each year, and also to impose financial contraints as well, not to mention mind-fuck games to have me expend monies when I really want to conserve.
2025h
The sirens and the chirping sirens noise ran for three minutes or so while reading blogs from other TI's, ones you will see on the right side. I get this through my earmuffs (that is, supposed hearing protection), and yet the Fuckers can still plant these noises in my ear at the same volume level as if I had taken them off. On the new noise front, the pinging sound of faucet leakage in a steel sink can now "get through" my earmuffs. They have harassed me with this obnoxious noise for over three years now, and the earmuffs were a certain method to ensure that I had relief. As of tonight, not any more. Back to the days of putting a sponge in the sink for the water to fall onto to limit the noise, but even this solution begat a new noise. I supposed it was called the Chinese Water Torture for a good reason if my knowledge hasn't been debased by the assholes, something they pull on me more often.
2325h
More troving through job postings tonight, looking in Alberta this time, as it seems so hopeless here in BC. It seems the perps like me to spend time in this futile fashion, attempting to get jobs to no avail or result. Like I say, they have constantly noisestalked me over terms such as employment, work, job, task, unemployed, and the entire gestalt. All the while they keep me contained doing squat, seemingly an important component of this harassment as they would of long had me working if it suited their agenda of total containment. Time to blog off and call this dull day done.
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Extra Adversity
1320h
My entire life is cursed with extra imposed adversity, and has been since 04-2002. But today, the assholes jacked it up some more to make sure I was rage-ified at the right moment. They dumped the lid of the tapenade tub on the floor, messy side down, and wouldn't let me grasp it while attempting to catch it on the bounce beforehand. That was worth a rage-fied "response" and they made that the general tone of lunch making and eating. Extremely pissed-off while making lunch.
I don't know what the excitement for the perps is today; yoga before lunch with the usual noise ambience, getting my laundry done before that with both pairs of jeans (now wearing one pair) in the same load and wearing my yoga pants all morning (dressed entirely in black), or whatever. It doesn't take much to get them going, and perhaps they have an Easter break tomorrow, as it is a holiday here.
I have another meeting with the optician to take yet more measurements on my glasses, so no doubt that fits into the plans that have unfolded so far. Nothing like getting someone enraged before having them step into public. One book I read about auras, where the author could see them, indicated that it trailed out much longer when the person was emotionally distraught. Hence, pissing me off is the number one remote assay diagnostic enhancement technique, and has been going on in excessive orchestrations for nearly seven years.
2015h
I am back to eveningtime schlepping online, having gone to the cleaning job at the car dealership, and a protracted customer interaction in Service meant that I was unable to either mop or vacuum clean. With tomorrow being a statutory holiday here, it would seem the perps wanted two days of no floor maintenance. Then Saturdays are light too, closing early in the afternoon.
I was cleaning the coffee bar the entire time the billing conversation was taking place between the woman and the guy in Service, and oddly, the entry door was open the entire time. I suppose I was meant to overhear the technical aspects, the mention of a dollar amount, and the rest of the conversation. I don't know what the perps' purpose is, but my experience is that most stunts have many objectives behind them, and it wasn't all about lingering customers to prevent me doing the usual cleaning job.
And I almost did a double take when walking through the Parts section and I see the familiar blue and white Volvo packaging on a boxed part on the shelves. This is a Mazda dealership, though one section was the Volvo dealership until it moved in 2006. I owned Volvos for some twenty three years, and I suppose this was some kind of re-enactment in some way. I note there has been Cadillacs, Buicks, Jeeps, Ford trucks and a Hyundai in the Service garage, so I am sure there is all kinds of machinations about these seeming anomalies. I even saw a Volvo in the Service garage in the former Volvo dealership side of the building. And of course, with the hoists in place, nine in total, they can raise or lower the vehicles to their heart's content, presumably for juxtapositions and energetic interactions they could not otherwise achieve on the public roads. Too, many of the vehicles are in mid-teardown, with parts on the bench or beneath them, and presumably the perps are also building up a profile of my energetic interactions with the parts. Ditto for the parts in the Parts section, both new and used. About six weeks ago they even had a rotary engined sports car with the engine pulled out and partially opened.
I also stopped at the local supermarket on the way back from the part time job; what a holy gangstalking it was, they were on me at every planned stop in the store. And they had some 10 "customers" lined up at the deli section with the fourth negro (male) of my outing standing about 3' from this line. This is at 1845h on a weekday, though holiday before. I have never seen so many gangstalkers lined up at this time of day before. And it is all the more abusurd as most apartment buildings seem to be empty in this neighborhood.
As usual, they fucked my recall so one item didn't get purchased, and they also decided I "needed" extra adversity in using the coffee grinding machine in the supermarket. The perps cannot get enough of their assholes buzzing around me while the coffee grinder was going. Regular readers will know that the perps are obsessed by all things brown, and this is one situation that they want to get gangstalkers around. They also fucked the opening of one package of coffee which I abandoned and started another that was immediately in front of me. The perps seem to want to get more organic food into me, even if packaged in some kind of plastic.
And getting out of the supermarket was another scam; they parked a broadsided motorized wheelchair act with large plastic bags dangling over the back, and the asshole woman operating it "decided" to move, only to reveal blue plastic bags for me to squeak by touching them, instead of the red ones that were hanging off the other side. And once I was past that obstacle, why another Unfavored demographic group specimen, a redhead got in front of me who then dilly dallied the next 12' to the door. Once out, she crossed my path again, and lo, next there was a flush of some 10 dudes, and the sound of the boss man's scooter sounded off, he in traffic, some 40' away. Like I have said, building egress is one of the most gangstalked and noisestalked events going, and also gets accompanying gangstalkers from the Unfavored demographic groups. As part of the dude flush they even put on a motorcycle policeman sitting astride and putting on his gloves. I suppose that was an excuse for yet another yellow jacket, as they are popular of late. The supermarket has recently taken to having "security" wandering around with a yellow jacket, mostly being an E. Indian dude/clown.
I went to the optician's today in as second attempt to get the lab to put on the cable temples at the requested location. This time the ruse was to have me put down my old eyeglasses temple portion and trace it on a piece of paper so the lab will hopefully get their instructions correct. I didn't get much of an answer as to how the lab fucked up so grandly the first time, or what they were going to do to improve their instruction reading skills, so I assume it was all part of the jerkaround show. Nor did I get any understanding as to how the lab was going to replace 30mm (1 1/4") of missing eyeglasses temple portion that they cut out. Room for more fuckups it would seem, say, making it doglegged, so I will find out in a week or so.
I had my now-usual flushes and clusters of dude gangstalkers for the five minute/next city block trip to the opticians. One was a bread stalker with a loaf in his backpack that was arranged to be exactly down his spine. I have covered "bread stalking" before, but this was the french loaf in white paper bag variant today. I also noted that they put on the E. Indian dude in the optician's to be putzing around for only 30 seconds when I came in, and then he told a staff member he was leaving. I don't know why the perps do this, but they like to invoke the statement that a certain Unfavored demographic group member/shill is leaving or might come back. It seems they need to suggest this as a meme, because after all, he could of slithered out and I wouldn't be the wiser. The last time I was there, the E. Indian was putzing around, and placing himself in the penumbra of the ever attentive and pleasant blonde woman who dotes on me.
I got my yellow detail after yoga earlier today; a Yellow Cab taxi, then a yellow motorized bike was doing circles in an adjacent parking lot and then crossed behind me, at least two vagrants in yellow jackets splayed open at the front, a yellow and red DHL truck outside my apartment block, and once back, another Yellow Cab to be seen from my window when making lunch. I haven't quite figured out what the perps' yellow problem is, but they also like to combine bright yellow with bright red, and it is a combination I totally loathe. The fact that McDonalds and DHL couriers use these colors in their livery just adds to my loathing.
I am attempting to contact Lynne Moss Sharman who was at Dr. Ewen Cameron's office in the 1950's and has plenty of traumatizations that she can recollect. I was there in Montreal in 1956 to 57, and have no recollections, and very few of Montreal for that matter. I discovered in this rape support site that she recalls visiting some military camps in upstate New York. She also has some pictures of her recollections, some of them a little disturbing. She mentions sexual abuse as part of the "treatment" she was given. If anyone can direct me to survivors of Dr. Cameron and other child traumatizing victims of the 1950's who are willing to talk about it, I would be obliged.
I mentioned in a posting (Lynne Moss-Sharman – CHRW Radio Interview) two days ago that Lynne Moss-Sharman's recollections have answered one question I have about the preponderance of skinheaded males that are constantly on gangstalking duty, and that was because the victims were shaved of their head when being tested. Bingo! Now it is onto motorcycles, Scottish accents (should be easy to figure out), male crotch grasping, LSD-like coloring of seen shapes and on-screen, zappings, shiftless dude loitering, tatoos, white clinical clothing, military personnel and the rest of the Unfavored freakshow in my view. Now the freaky sirens are coming through the earmuffs that I have on.
2240h
Now having read the CKLN-FM Mind Control Series -- Part 16 interview of Lynn Moss Sharman, and being fucked out of getting on with it two nights ago, I have a far better appreciation of the horrific abuse she suffered, even begining with her own father, a military member of the day. It seems there there was a considerable amount of institutional abuse, and that includes the native Indians and the residential schools that are a huge body of shame, or should be, in this country. And too, there is the Dupplessis Orphans in the 1950's and 1960's who were abused and experimented upon, some of them terminally.
2320h
More reading of the CKLN series but my reading ability is highly impaired tonight because of severe maser obstructions that can track the very location I am looking and stay with my focus as it moves, all to obscure the text. Enough for one day, and a full statutory holiday of loafing tomorrow.
My entire life is cursed with extra imposed adversity, and has been since 04-2002. But today, the assholes jacked it up some more to make sure I was rage-ified at the right moment. They dumped the lid of the tapenade tub on the floor, messy side down, and wouldn't let me grasp it while attempting to catch it on the bounce beforehand. That was worth a rage-fied "response" and they made that the general tone of lunch making and eating. Extremely pissed-off while making lunch.
I don't know what the excitement for the perps is today; yoga before lunch with the usual noise ambience, getting my laundry done before that with both pairs of jeans (now wearing one pair) in the same load and wearing my yoga pants all morning (dressed entirely in black), or whatever. It doesn't take much to get them going, and perhaps they have an Easter break tomorrow, as it is a holiday here.
I have another meeting with the optician to take yet more measurements on my glasses, so no doubt that fits into the plans that have unfolded so far. Nothing like getting someone enraged before having them step into public. One book I read about auras, where the author could see them, indicated that it trailed out much longer when the person was emotionally distraught. Hence, pissing me off is the number one remote assay diagnostic enhancement technique, and has been going on in excessive orchestrations for nearly seven years.
2015h
I am back to eveningtime schlepping online, having gone to the cleaning job at the car dealership, and a protracted customer interaction in Service meant that I was unable to either mop or vacuum clean. With tomorrow being a statutory holiday here, it would seem the perps wanted two days of no floor maintenance. Then Saturdays are light too, closing early in the afternoon.
I was cleaning the coffee bar the entire time the billing conversation was taking place between the woman and the guy in Service, and oddly, the entry door was open the entire time. I suppose I was meant to overhear the technical aspects, the mention of a dollar amount, and the rest of the conversation. I don't know what the perps' purpose is, but my experience is that most stunts have many objectives behind them, and it wasn't all about lingering customers to prevent me doing the usual cleaning job.
And I almost did a double take when walking through the Parts section and I see the familiar blue and white Volvo packaging on a boxed part on the shelves. This is a Mazda dealership, though one section was the Volvo dealership until it moved in 2006. I owned Volvos for some twenty three years, and I suppose this was some kind of re-enactment in some way. I note there has been Cadillacs, Buicks, Jeeps, Ford trucks and a Hyundai in the Service garage, so I am sure there is all kinds of machinations about these seeming anomalies. I even saw a Volvo in the Service garage in the former Volvo dealership side of the building. And of course, with the hoists in place, nine in total, they can raise or lower the vehicles to their heart's content, presumably for juxtapositions and energetic interactions they could not otherwise achieve on the public roads. Too, many of the vehicles are in mid-teardown, with parts on the bench or beneath them, and presumably the perps are also building up a profile of my energetic interactions with the parts. Ditto for the parts in the Parts section, both new and used. About six weeks ago they even had a rotary engined sports car with the engine pulled out and partially opened.
I also stopped at the local supermarket on the way back from the part time job; what a holy gangstalking it was, they were on me at every planned stop in the store. And they had some 10 "customers" lined up at the deli section with the fourth negro (male) of my outing standing about 3' from this line. This is at 1845h on a weekday, though holiday before. I have never seen so many gangstalkers lined up at this time of day before. And it is all the more abusurd as most apartment buildings seem to be empty in this neighborhood.
As usual, they fucked my recall so one item didn't get purchased, and they also decided I "needed" extra adversity in using the coffee grinding machine in the supermarket. The perps cannot get enough of their assholes buzzing around me while the coffee grinder was going. Regular readers will know that the perps are obsessed by all things brown, and this is one situation that they want to get gangstalkers around. They also fucked the opening of one package of coffee which I abandoned and started another that was immediately in front of me. The perps seem to want to get more organic food into me, even if packaged in some kind of plastic.
And getting out of the supermarket was another scam; they parked a broadsided motorized wheelchair act with large plastic bags dangling over the back, and the asshole woman operating it "decided" to move, only to reveal blue plastic bags for me to squeak by touching them, instead of the red ones that were hanging off the other side. And once I was past that obstacle, why another Unfavored demographic group specimen, a redhead got in front of me who then dilly dallied the next 12' to the door. Once out, she crossed my path again, and lo, next there was a flush of some 10 dudes, and the sound of the boss man's scooter sounded off, he in traffic, some 40' away. Like I have said, building egress is one of the most gangstalked and noisestalked events going, and also gets accompanying gangstalkers from the Unfavored demographic groups. As part of the dude flush they even put on a motorcycle policeman sitting astride and putting on his gloves. I suppose that was an excuse for yet another yellow jacket, as they are popular of late. The supermarket has recently taken to having "security" wandering around with a yellow jacket, mostly being an E. Indian dude/clown.
I went to the optician's today in as second attempt to get the lab to put on the cable temples at the requested location. This time the ruse was to have me put down my old eyeglasses temple portion and trace it on a piece of paper so the lab will hopefully get their instructions correct. I didn't get much of an answer as to how the lab fucked up so grandly the first time, or what they were going to do to improve their instruction reading skills, so I assume it was all part of the jerkaround show. Nor did I get any understanding as to how the lab was going to replace 30mm (1 1/4") of missing eyeglasses temple portion that they cut out. Room for more fuckups it would seem, say, making it doglegged, so I will find out in a week or so.
I had my now-usual flushes and clusters of dude gangstalkers for the five minute/next city block trip to the opticians. One was a bread stalker with a loaf in his backpack that was arranged to be exactly down his spine. I have covered "bread stalking" before, but this was the french loaf in white paper bag variant today. I also noted that they put on the E. Indian dude in the optician's to be putzing around for only 30 seconds when I came in, and then he told a staff member he was leaving. I don't know why the perps do this, but they like to invoke the statement that a certain Unfavored demographic group member/shill is leaving or might come back. It seems they need to suggest this as a meme, because after all, he could of slithered out and I wouldn't be the wiser. The last time I was there, the E. Indian was putzing around, and placing himself in the penumbra of the ever attentive and pleasant blonde woman who dotes on me.
I got my yellow detail after yoga earlier today; a Yellow Cab taxi, then a yellow motorized bike was doing circles in an adjacent parking lot and then crossed behind me, at least two vagrants in yellow jackets splayed open at the front, a yellow and red DHL truck outside my apartment block, and once back, another Yellow Cab to be seen from my window when making lunch. I haven't quite figured out what the perps' yellow problem is, but they also like to combine bright yellow with bright red, and it is a combination I totally loathe. The fact that McDonalds and DHL couriers use these colors in their livery just adds to my loathing.
I am attempting to contact Lynne Moss Sharman who was at Dr. Ewen Cameron's office in the 1950's and has plenty of traumatizations that she can recollect. I was there in Montreal in 1956 to 57, and have no recollections, and very few of Montreal for that matter. I discovered in this rape support site that she recalls visiting some military camps in upstate New York. She also has some pictures of her recollections, some of them a little disturbing. She mentions sexual abuse as part of the "treatment" she was given. If anyone can direct me to survivors of Dr. Cameron and other child traumatizing victims of the 1950's who are willing to talk about it, I would be obliged.
I mentioned in a posting (Lynne Moss-Sharman – CHRW Radio Interview) two days ago that Lynne Moss-Sharman's recollections have answered one question I have about the preponderance of skinheaded males that are constantly on gangstalking duty, and that was because the victims were shaved of their head when being tested. Bingo! Now it is onto motorcycles, Scottish accents (should be easy to figure out), male crotch grasping, LSD-like coloring of seen shapes and on-screen, zappings, shiftless dude loitering, tatoos, white clinical clothing, military personnel and the rest of the Unfavored freakshow in my view. Now the freaky sirens are coming through the earmuffs that I have on.
2240h
Now having read the CKLN-FM Mind Control Series -- Part 16 interview of Lynn Moss Sharman, and being fucked out of getting on with it two nights ago, I have a far better appreciation of the horrific abuse she suffered, even begining with her own father, a military member of the day. It seems there there was a considerable amount of institutional abuse, and that includes the native Indians and the residential schools that are a huge body of shame, or should be, in this country. And too, there is the Dupplessis Orphans in the 1950's and 1960's who were abused and experimented upon, some of them terminally.
2320h
More reading of the CKLN series but my reading ability is highly impaired tonight because of severe maser obstructions that can track the very location I am looking and stay with my focus as it moves, all to obscure the text. Enough for one day, and a full statutory holiday of loafing tomorrow.
Friday, April 03, 2009
Intense Abuse Scenario
0920h
The perps have rage-ified me at least 30x so far, and the day has hardly started. I can expect more later as they are up for a high intervention day. Often, new or infrequent events coincide with such escalated abuse, and there has been a full slate. A new bag of cereal was started today, the peanut butter jar was finished (after daily disappearences of a small amout after each day), and a new can of shaving foam was started. Then I get the most loathsome task of hanging around at my parent's place to ostensibly babysite my father and his supposed Alzheimer's (act). Insult after injury.
The rage-ifying jerkarounds were the usual cast; crumb inundation from nowhere (cereal crumbs that magically got out from the new bag to old bag transfer (new bag is red colored)), jabbing in my feet, lips and fingertips, fake touches on my arms one side and the other immediately following with nothing closer than 12", coffee grounds that magically appear on the stove top, more crumb inundation "from" the bread, forced attention to something I had no intention to need (next to something that was the real object), and other games like screwing up the rational task order I always follow. Needless to say, I am still seething and mightily pissed that the assholes went beserk this morning, and as always, all the more so as it seems that their strategic failings have resulted in them doing this without representing themselves. The subconsciously recalled abuse and traumatization associations are a part of this, where they fouled up their ability to achieve their objectives (exemplified by the gangstalk freakshow and plasma color and combinations) as well as the plastics pollutants that are the likely cause of this seven year abusiveness protraction, and the most curious of all, attempting to achieve this all by remote means. Essentially, they fucked up royally, and are approaching the seventh year of jerking me around in attempting to recover from their strategic follies. They should of been fucking someone over 100 years ago before modern plastics manufacturing and the consequent world pollution. Even polar bears have PFOAs (teflon compounds) for crissakes. They were abusing James Tilley Mathews 200 years ago in the book The Air Loom Gang, and then dropped the ball for whatever reason.
2040h
I am back from my outing the perp abetting parents place and the city bus freakshow getting there and back. Just plain bizarre to have so many people on the city bus heading out of downtown at 1200h. Then again, heading to downtown from suburbia at 1600h. They were all over me at the outbound bus stop; at least six of them, one with freaking hideous red hair, likely a wig. The had the two tone blue dressed gangstalker in the bus shelter who then departed on another bus route, and then the red hideous haired woman sat down in her place. And got on the same bus as I did, along with at least four others, two of which "happened" to be walking together and walking to the bus stop and then boarded it. I have seen this new bizarre "just in time bus stop arrival" before, and it was a piece of masterful timing as the two "just in time" gangstalkers didn't even bother to see which bus route it was, as there are three that stop there. And too, it was all the more interesting as the bus was at least 10 minutes late. More of the blatant obvious.
When on the outbound bus I got the one seat that was looking backward; these have been "reserved" for me before where it is the only seat availible, usually with someone's foot close by, but not on it. And it was that today, the opposite seat had a gangstalker Fuckwit with his foot propped on his other leg. And then they had the "paper boys" open up their papers they had in hand, one across from me (Asian), the other an East Indian 8' away.
When there was a free seat to face the front, guess what they had lined up for me to see; a freaking blonde mohawk haircut dude, with his linear tuft of hair slicked with some kind of gel to make it stand up. They pulled him off the bus within a few minutes of seeing this hideous sight.
While at the parents place, I pulled the compost pile apart and watered it and put it all back together again. I had no end of aircraft noise, small motor noise and other suburban noise plus loud road traffic while doing this activity. The perps have a real interest in composting for whatever reason, and Ms. C of the story even took her "master composter" training in advance of the holy fuckover that came on me in 04-2002.
2140h
The above entry ended because they kept forcing typo errors on me, and that was sufficient for a screaming rage, and then they whacked my right thumb while I was putting down the earmuffs. They are continuing their beserk bullshit today, right to the bitter end, and who knows how long they will keep me up in bed. They awoke me at least once last night to hear their usual noise from the "neighbors"; an overly loud hum as if from a bathroom fan is getting lots of airtime these days, and can get through the earmuffs "somehow".
Another freak on the bus was a negro dude with his coffee cup in hand, which to me is a brown color reference along with his brown skin. They pulled him off within a few minutes of being on board, and lo, if he wasn't back on the bus at a later stop again, sans coffee, different clothes and a stand-up afro hairdo.
And again, with only a few minutes of bus travel remaining for my ride, they put on two negro women, one with a bright unnatural fushia hairdo. They kept her out of sight mostly, but I thought the timing was odd, putting them on at the end of my bus journey.
I had two of them get off with me at the bus stop, both turning to the right as I was. They cannot get enough on me anytime I board or disembark from a vehicle, or even enter or leave a building. As part of the gangstalking melange of the Unfavored, they had the building manager sitting on a large yellow Harley Davidson motorcycle in front of the front doors of the building when I got back. I assume this is part of the deal in placing any Unfavored item or demographic group member at or near the door of this building. The same set of doors has been party to no end of gangstalking fuckwits, and recent memorable stunts have been breadstalking, negro standing at the door, and a few strange hairdo acts. Funny how I cannot recall much of the beserk gangstalking acts at the doors, as it seems that combinatorial Unfavored items/persons, no matter the perversity, is required for the perp harassment scene. Thank goodness the building manager didn't start up the motorcycle. I also note that the perps are putting on more of the motorcycle noise, and I don't know why they continue to arrange the noise, and even the sight of motorcycles. I abhor the noise, but I don't think it is the whole picture, as sometimes they place them for me to see parked motorbikes.
The plasma games were also put on the bus for me to see; a 4" long x1/4" wide horizontal plasma beam kept floating around about 4' in front of me, moving around the leg of a brown pant wearing male gangstalker. He was doing the laborer returning from work act, and was doing their favorite posture of leaning forward for no seeming reason. (Spine flexing seems to be a common gangstalker act, just as yoga (with me) is a popular event for the operatives). Anyhow, this beam kept moving around, changing from a dark green to a dark red, and changing to other colors. The perps make sure I don't continue to look at it and divert my attention with the ruse of it being too strange. Not so, if there is a teleporting negro gangstalker making two boardings on the same bus from different bus stops along the route, why cannot I be allowed to track the perps' plasmic fuckery?
Another "rub it in" stunt of late is to have me apply for jobs online and then after some four weeks or so, when the job was thought to be filled, the job is reposted. More of the "look at this" again it would seem. Though they finally let me ponder the alternative, that my emails to prospective employers aren't getting through. Same difference; if they don't want me to apply, then faxing a resume won't work either. The perps' big intrigue they are creating for me is the potential circumstances of when and where I get to use my laborer work wear that I purchased at the end of last year's farm work. The safety toed boots have been sitting there since 09-2008, as has a coat and raingear. I applied for a 10 day laborer job yesterday and haven't heard back, so I assume it is a no-go. It would be nice to get my bank balance to zero again instead of being in the hole.
And I see yet another massacre, this time in New York state at an immigration facility. From the perspective of the perps, getting various nationalities from all over in one place and then conduct their "final blood sample" mayhem is just another day at the office. Many of the reasoned TI's have suspicions that the perps are behind many of the massacres and gangland shootings. Nearby Vancouver, BC has had a recent spate of gang violence, and these too might be part of the perps' murderous rampage, likely about getting a blood sample from a dying subject. Their problem is that blood is magnetic, as is their irradiation and remotely applied energy interaction and assay methods. (Over 200 Gauss on me in 2002, 400x normal). And as the perps have a considerable interest in provenance of us subjects, it isn't too much of a surprise to see these awful massacres happening. That is my conspiratorial take on this subject, and I fully understand if you don't agree with my speculations from my ringside seat on the secret sickos, the World SS.
It interesting to ponder how the perps organize and coordinate all the different facets of their organization. They must have some sickos plotting massacres, and the swim club members who disappeared for a year and then came back, presumably to train up for being an operative, strike me as regular folk, and not as murderous assholes. Somewhere in perpland there must be a master spreadsheet of all the sub-objectives, and they fill them in as they are attained. I am just riffing here, as I have no idea as to how all this is coordinated, from minute by minute TI abuse, and not just mine, to the big scenarios where they may plant some premonitions of some kind, and then have me realize that there was likely some coordination with advance knowledge. I am sure that there are many arms of the perp abuse operations, and they don't always know what exactly is coming down the pipe, save some needed items/mentions in the script they write up for me. But they must coordinate at a higher level, making a generalized request for, say, "we need a beheading on a bus in Western Canada" or something equally macabre. More of my ponderings, though as always, it is very likely this is scripted to every last typo, about five per sentence written here.
Enough blathering, and time to post this one, and I am hoping you won't find this too gruesome or objectionable. Let me know if this, or any blog postings are getting too speculative, dull or otherwise uninteresting. The hardest line to keep is to appeal to both casual blog browsers and the TI community for whom most of the strange goings on are uneventful.
The perps have rage-ified me at least 30x so far, and the day has hardly started. I can expect more later as they are up for a high intervention day. Often, new or infrequent events coincide with such escalated abuse, and there has been a full slate. A new bag of cereal was started today, the peanut butter jar was finished (after daily disappearences of a small amout after each day), and a new can of shaving foam was started. Then I get the most loathsome task of hanging around at my parent's place to ostensibly babysite my father and his supposed Alzheimer's (act). Insult after injury.
The rage-ifying jerkarounds were the usual cast; crumb inundation from nowhere (cereal crumbs that magically got out from the new bag to old bag transfer (new bag is red colored)), jabbing in my feet, lips and fingertips, fake touches on my arms one side and the other immediately following with nothing closer than 12", coffee grounds that magically appear on the stove top, more crumb inundation "from" the bread, forced attention to something I had no intention to need (next to something that was the real object), and other games like screwing up the rational task order I always follow. Needless to say, I am still seething and mightily pissed that the assholes went beserk this morning, and as always, all the more so as it seems that their strategic failings have resulted in them doing this without representing themselves. The subconsciously recalled abuse and traumatization associations are a part of this, where they fouled up their ability to achieve their objectives (exemplified by the gangstalk freakshow and plasma color and combinations) as well as the plastics pollutants that are the likely cause of this seven year abusiveness protraction, and the most curious of all, attempting to achieve this all by remote means. Essentially, they fucked up royally, and are approaching the seventh year of jerking me around in attempting to recover from their strategic follies. They should of been fucking someone over 100 years ago before modern plastics manufacturing and the consequent world pollution. Even polar bears have PFOAs (teflon compounds) for crissakes. They were abusing James Tilley Mathews 200 years ago in the book The Air Loom Gang, and then dropped the ball for whatever reason.
2040h
I am back from my outing the perp abetting parents place and the city bus freakshow getting there and back. Just plain bizarre to have so many people on the city bus heading out of downtown at 1200h. Then again, heading to downtown from suburbia at 1600h. They were all over me at the outbound bus stop; at least six of them, one with freaking hideous red hair, likely a wig. The had the two tone blue dressed gangstalker in the bus shelter who then departed on another bus route, and then the red hideous haired woman sat down in her place. And got on the same bus as I did, along with at least four others, two of which "happened" to be walking together and walking to the bus stop and then boarded it. I have seen this new bizarre "just in time bus stop arrival" before, and it was a piece of masterful timing as the two "just in time" gangstalkers didn't even bother to see which bus route it was, as there are three that stop there. And too, it was all the more interesting as the bus was at least 10 minutes late. More of the blatant obvious.
When on the outbound bus I got the one seat that was looking backward; these have been "reserved" for me before where it is the only seat availible, usually with someone's foot close by, but not on it. And it was that today, the opposite seat had a gangstalker Fuckwit with his foot propped on his other leg. And then they had the "paper boys" open up their papers they had in hand, one across from me (Asian), the other an East Indian 8' away.
When there was a free seat to face the front, guess what they had lined up for me to see; a freaking blonde mohawk haircut dude, with his linear tuft of hair slicked with some kind of gel to make it stand up. They pulled him off the bus within a few minutes of seeing this hideous sight.
While at the parents place, I pulled the compost pile apart and watered it and put it all back together again. I had no end of aircraft noise, small motor noise and other suburban noise plus loud road traffic while doing this activity. The perps have a real interest in composting for whatever reason, and Ms. C of the story even took her "master composter" training in advance of the holy fuckover that came on me in 04-2002.
2140h
The above entry ended because they kept forcing typo errors on me, and that was sufficient for a screaming rage, and then they whacked my right thumb while I was putting down the earmuffs. They are continuing their beserk bullshit today, right to the bitter end, and who knows how long they will keep me up in bed. They awoke me at least once last night to hear their usual noise from the "neighbors"; an overly loud hum as if from a bathroom fan is getting lots of airtime these days, and can get through the earmuffs "somehow".
Another freak on the bus was a negro dude with his coffee cup in hand, which to me is a brown color reference along with his brown skin. They pulled him off within a few minutes of being on board, and lo, if he wasn't back on the bus at a later stop again, sans coffee, different clothes and a stand-up afro hairdo.
And again, with only a few minutes of bus travel remaining for my ride, they put on two negro women, one with a bright unnatural fushia hairdo. They kept her out of sight mostly, but I thought the timing was odd, putting them on at the end of my bus journey.
I had two of them get off with me at the bus stop, both turning to the right as I was. They cannot get enough on me anytime I board or disembark from a vehicle, or even enter or leave a building. As part of the gangstalking melange of the Unfavored, they had the building manager sitting on a large yellow Harley Davidson motorcycle in front of the front doors of the building when I got back. I assume this is part of the deal in placing any Unfavored item or demographic group member at or near the door of this building. The same set of doors has been party to no end of gangstalking fuckwits, and recent memorable stunts have been breadstalking, negro standing at the door, and a few strange hairdo acts. Funny how I cannot recall much of the beserk gangstalking acts at the doors, as it seems that combinatorial Unfavored items/persons, no matter the perversity, is required for the perp harassment scene. Thank goodness the building manager didn't start up the motorcycle. I also note that the perps are putting on more of the motorcycle noise, and I don't know why they continue to arrange the noise, and even the sight of motorcycles. I abhor the noise, but I don't think it is the whole picture, as sometimes they place them for me to see parked motorbikes.
The plasma games were also put on the bus for me to see; a 4" long x1/4" wide horizontal plasma beam kept floating around about 4' in front of me, moving around the leg of a brown pant wearing male gangstalker. He was doing the laborer returning from work act, and was doing their favorite posture of leaning forward for no seeming reason. (Spine flexing seems to be a common gangstalker act, just as yoga (with me) is a popular event for the operatives). Anyhow, this beam kept moving around, changing from a dark green to a dark red, and changing to other colors. The perps make sure I don't continue to look at it and divert my attention with the ruse of it being too strange. Not so, if there is a teleporting negro gangstalker making two boardings on the same bus from different bus stops along the route, why cannot I be allowed to track the perps' plasmic fuckery?
Another "rub it in" stunt of late is to have me apply for jobs online and then after some four weeks or so, when the job was thought to be filled, the job is reposted. More of the "look at this" again it would seem. Though they finally let me ponder the alternative, that my emails to prospective employers aren't getting through. Same difference; if they don't want me to apply, then faxing a resume won't work either. The perps' big intrigue they are creating for me is the potential circumstances of when and where I get to use my laborer work wear that I purchased at the end of last year's farm work. The safety toed boots have been sitting there since 09-2008, as has a coat and raingear. I applied for a 10 day laborer job yesterday and haven't heard back, so I assume it is a no-go. It would be nice to get my bank balance to zero again instead of being in the hole.
And I see yet another massacre, this time in New York state at an immigration facility. From the perspective of the perps, getting various nationalities from all over in one place and then conduct their "final blood sample" mayhem is just another day at the office. Many of the reasoned TI's have suspicions that the perps are behind many of the massacres and gangland shootings. Nearby Vancouver, BC has had a recent spate of gang violence, and these too might be part of the perps' murderous rampage, likely about getting a blood sample from a dying subject. Their problem is that blood is magnetic, as is their irradiation and remotely applied energy interaction and assay methods. (Over 200 Gauss on me in 2002, 400x normal). And as the perps have a considerable interest in provenance of us subjects, it isn't too much of a surprise to see these awful massacres happening. That is my conspiratorial take on this subject, and I fully understand if you don't agree with my speculations from my ringside seat on the secret sickos, the World SS.
It interesting to ponder how the perps organize and coordinate all the different facets of their organization. They must have some sickos plotting massacres, and the swim club members who disappeared for a year and then came back, presumably to train up for being an operative, strike me as regular folk, and not as murderous assholes. Somewhere in perpland there must be a master spreadsheet of all the sub-objectives, and they fill them in as they are attained. I am just riffing here, as I have no idea as to how all this is coordinated, from minute by minute TI abuse, and not just mine, to the big scenarios where they may plant some premonitions of some kind, and then have me realize that there was likely some coordination with advance knowledge. I am sure that there are many arms of the perp abuse operations, and they don't always know what exactly is coming down the pipe, save some needed items/mentions in the script they write up for me. But they must coordinate at a higher level, making a generalized request for, say, "we need a beheading on a bus in Western Canada" or something equally macabre. More of my ponderings, though as always, it is very likely this is scripted to every last typo, about five per sentence written here.
Enough blathering, and time to post this one, and I am hoping you won't find this too gruesome or objectionable. Let me know if this, or any blog postings are getting too speculative, dull or otherwise uninteresting. The hardest line to keep is to appeal to both casual blog browsers and the TI community for whom most of the strange goings on are uneventful.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Back to Dulldom
1515h
Hmmm... that "1" and "5" thing again, funny how that worked out. See yesterday's blog over some oddities that I mentioned. I don't get into the numeralogy thing, but now the perps seem to be making it very obvious to be noticed and get blogtime, mindtime and the rest of their meme dispersion sites.
This being a Tuesday, it normally is a recovery day from a near sleepless Monday night, and I did get at least an hour of it before I was allowed to nod off. Then they awakened me sometime around 0700h it seemed to keep me in a light REM sleep, which included meat aerial games and the tossing and turning on a fast cycle time, at least every two minutes, having me change sleeping sides. And background noise from outside of course, in keeping with their concept of how busy and noisey this location is, and not bothering with reality which would be a whole lot less.
I had my big daytime outing of a whole block away to get more journals and a box of pens that had a mysterious accelerated depletion so they could be purchases at the same time. I had my shiftless males, vagrants, bad hair dye jobs, waddlers, suits, sidewalk cyclists and a few others on gangstalking duty. And then the skinhead males in the store, first posing while I got screwed into looking in the wrong location for the A9 journals by the store assistant. There was one faux customer skinhead male, and then a seeming staff member joined him for a "skinheads together" gangstalker vignette, and then when transacting for my purchases from the put-on snobby assistant at the checkout, why, the skinheaded staff member came into view, needing to be seen putzing around while I was keying in my debit card information.
Regular readers will know that the perps like to arrange stunts and gangstalkers, usually of the Unfavored demographic groups when making a financial transaction in public. They will also screw me around when doing financial transactions online or by check at my own apartment, and they have been consistent about this fuckery from the get-go. Introducing yet another Unfavored demographic group member at that moment wasn't unexpected, as they have done this with red dressed, brown skinned and geriatric gangstalkers, so it was the skinhead's turn it would seem.
2000h
Here is an interesting title of a book; Consciousness, Intent, and the Structure of the Universe by Jeffrey Keen. And a quote;
I suppose that is all conjecture without reading about the author's research, but it is interesting to note that the perps noisestalk me when my intent is determined, and they do like to foil me in achieving things, even as simple as operating a lightswitch. They will dither my motor control to foil me in turning the lightswitch on or off. I suppose if something is intended, and then defeated, the energies associated with the intention are still present, but unfulfilled. But if it is accomplished the first time, the intention energies will collapse, and not be present. Hence, comparing the two events at the same lightswitch, and most often the same time of day or light conditions, and then adding more complexity in by altering time, location and who knows what else.
2220h
The dripping faucet jerkaround has been playing of late; this is where the kitchen faucet is made out to be the source of a high volume dripping noise, obviously designed to piss me off. The cute little game is that I put the cleaning sponge in the sink outlet and then the noise stops. I did some 15 months of this fucking game when at a former residence location, and here, even with new faucets installed just before I moved in, the faucet is supposedly dripping and making the noise. And equally as improbable, the sponge stops the noise continuation. And so, who puts a piece in a scientific journal for me to read on this very topic? Interesting timing to say the least. Just another example of the designed coincidences that "happen" all the time.
More weird things from the cleaning job; they want me to sweep the mechanic's lunchroom as required, and not use the vacuum cleaner. I took the boss' recommendation and used the vacuum cleaner rather than sweeping, but what I don't get is that how, outside of us two, would anyone know the difference, and which was used? No one was there at the time. This would be the building manager, whoever my boss reports to. Another one of those funny things, where it would make a huge difference to the perps, but not to anyone else who only deals with conventional reality. Regular readers will know that I am often scripted to be around vacuum cleaners in various forms; commercial operations with 150' hoses, the "suck trucks" that pull gunk from the city storm drains, extra dutiful floor cleaners in the hallway, as well as the cleaning job related vacuum cleaning that I do. And as reported more than once, they like to train vehicle lights on me through the glass door while I am operating the vacuum cleaner inside the building. Something like being in show business, bright lights trained on me.
Other weird stuff at the cleaning job is that someone is filling the soap dispensers with the pink colored liquid soap, even if there is plenty in them. I asked my boss who might be doing this and he said it was the personnel in the Service area as they are "so particular". Fucking horseshit. Earlier I asked him who might of been stealing the toilet paper rolls that I have readied for replacing into the dispenser when needed. He didn't like my characterization of the verb "stolen", and said they were being "borrowed" for chrissakes. But he didn't have an answer when I mentioned that when might they be returned since they were borrowed. Sorry, when anything goes missing around here it is stolen, flat out, no questions asked given there is a malevolent entity who "needs" to rearrange things for me. And who also likes to engage in these games for me to find the item after screwing me out of recalling and be totally wrong about the original assertion of theft.
And I also got that treatment tonight when I exited the car dealership where I do the cleaning. After setting the alarms, I exited the building and lo, if not from across the street in another car dealership there isn't a truck with its headlights pointed at me. And lo, if the boss man didn't also have illuminated with his single headlight from his scooter from behind me at the same time. Show business without the pay or knowledge of the script or the plot. When I set the alarms a small red light comes on with a beeping sound, and perhaps what is exciting the perps, not to mention mere building egress and the amount of effort they expend each time I enter or exit a building. And each time I exit the building and walk through the car lot to the sidewalk there is a cluster of some 10 to 20 vehicles in formation, at the same place each time. They seem to like to cover me with red vehicles when I exit the building, and accompany them with greyscale colored vehicles and the odd deep green vehicle. They put me between three same deep metallic red colored vehicles when I crossed the road at the crosswalk following departing the the building where I perform the cleaning job.
On the way to the car dealership tonight the perps out on a car alarm that wouldn't stop for at least 8 minutes, much longer than they are supposed to sound. It was coming from a mid-grey colored Mazda 3, parked in the stalls at the curb, along with some white colored vehicles, and another same colored Mazda 3 in the file of parked vehicles. And you would be correct in surmising that I work at a Mazda dealership. Funny how these events "just happen" around me.
2300h
And if you read this Rachael O., I sent a reply to your email, and I hope it doesn't get blocked or otherwise messed with.
Hmmm... that "1" and "5" thing again, funny how that worked out. See yesterday's blog over some oddities that I mentioned. I don't get into the numeralogy thing, but now the perps seem to be making it very obvious to be noticed and get blogtime, mindtime and the rest of their meme dispersion sites.
This being a Tuesday, it normally is a recovery day from a near sleepless Monday night, and I did get at least an hour of it before I was allowed to nod off. Then they awakened me sometime around 0700h it seemed to keep me in a light REM sleep, which included meat aerial games and the tossing and turning on a fast cycle time, at least every two minutes, having me change sleeping sides. And background noise from outside of course, in keeping with their concept of how busy and noisey this location is, and not bothering with reality which would be a whole lot less.
I had my big daytime outing of a whole block away to get more journals and a box of pens that had a mysterious accelerated depletion so they could be purchases at the same time. I had my shiftless males, vagrants, bad hair dye jobs, waddlers, suits, sidewalk cyclists and a few others on gangstalking duty. And then the skinhead males in the store, first posing while I got screwed into looking in the wrong location for the A9 journals by the store assistant. There was one faux customer skinhead male, and then a seeming staff member joined him for a "skinheads together" gangstalker vignette, and then when transacting for my purchases from the put-on snobby assistant at the checkout, why, the skinheaded staff member came into view, needing to be seen putzing around while I was keying in my debit card information.
Regular readers will know that the perps like to arrange stunts and gangstalkers, usually of the Unfavored demographic groups when making a financial transaction in public. They will also screw me around when doing financial transactions online or by check at my own apartment, and they have been consistent about this fuckery from the get-go. Introducing yet another Unfavored demographic group member at that moment wasn't unexpected, as they have done this with red dressed, brown skinned and geriatric gangstalkers, so it was the skinhead's turn it would seem.
2000h
Here is an interesting title of a book; Consciousness, Intent, and the Structure of the Universe by Jeffrey Keen. And a quote;
Evidence is provided that there exists a universally pervading Information Field, which is the current front-runner in the evolution of understanding consciousness. The book demonstrates that because the brain readily interacts with the Information Field, there is a link between consciousness, intent, and the structure of the Universe, quantum theory and other topics currently being researched in Physics.
2220h
The dripping faucet jerkaround has been playing of late; this is where the kitchen faucet is made out to be the source of a high volume dripping noise, obviously designed to piss me off. The cute little game is that I put the cleaning sponge in the sink outlet and then the noise stops. I did some 15 months of this fucking game when at a former residence location, and here, even with new faucets installed just before I moved in, the faucet is supposedly dripping and making the noise. And equally as improbable, the sponge stops the noise continuation. And so, who puts a piece in a scientific journal for me to read on this very topic? Interesting timing to say the least. Just another example of the designed coincidences that "happen" all the time.
More weird things from the cleaning job; they want me to sweep the mechanic's lunchroom as required, and not use the vacuum cleaner. I took the boss' recommendation and used the vacuum cleaner rather than sweeping, but what I don't get is that how, outside of us two, would anyone know the difference, and which was used? No one was there at the time. This would be the building manager, whoever my boss reports to. Another one of those funny things, where it would make a huge difference to the perps, but not to anyone else who only deals with conventional reality. Regular readers will know that I am often scripted to be around vacuum cleaners in various forms; commercial operations with 150' hoses, the "suck trucks" that pull gunk from the city storm drains, extra dutiful floor cleaners in the hallway, as well as the cleaning job related vacuum cleaning that I do. And as reported more than once, they like to train vehicle lights on me through the glass door while I am operating the vacuum cleaner inside the building. Something like being in show business, bright lights trained on me.
Other weird stuff at the cleaning job is that someone is filling the soap dispensers with the pink colored liquid soap, even if there is plenty in them. I asked my boss who might be doing this and he said it was the personnel in the Service area as they are "so particular". Fucking horseshit. Earlier I asked him who might of been stealing the toilet paper rolls that I have readied for replacing into the dispenser when needed. He didn't like my characterization of the verb "stolen", and said they were being "borrowed" for chrissakes. But he didn't have an answer when I mentioned that when might they be returned since they were borrowed. Sorry, when anything goes missing around here it is stolen, flat out, no questions asked given there is a malevolent entity who "needs" to rearrange things for me. And who also likes to engage in these games for me to find the item after screwing me out of recalling and be totally wrong about the original assertion of theft.
And I also got that treatment tonight when I exited the car dealership where I do the cleaning. After setting the alarms, I exited the building and lo, if not from across the street in another car dealership there isn't a truck with its headlights pointed at me. And lo, if the boss man didn't also have illuminated with his single headlight from his scooter from behind me at the same time. Show business without the pay or knowledge of the script or the plot. When I set the alarms a small red light comes on with a beeping sound, and perhaps what is exciting the perps, not to mention mere building egress and the amount of effort they expend each time I enter or exit a building. And each time I exit the building and walk through the car lot to the sidewalk there is a cluster of some 10 to 20 vehicles in formation, at the same place each time. They seem to like to cover me with red vehicles when I exit the building, and accompany them with greyscale colored vehicles and the odd deep green vehicle. They put me between three same deep metallic red colored vehicles when I crossed the road at the crosswalk following departing the the building where I perform the cleaning job.
On the way to the car dealership tonight the perps out on a car alarm that wouldn't stop for at least 8 minutes, much longer than they are supposed to sound. It was coming from a mid-grey colored Mazda 3, parked in the stalls at the curb, along with some white colored vehicles, and another same colored Mazda 3 in the file of parked vehicles. And you would be correct in surmising that I work at a Mazda dealership. Funny how these events "just happen" around me.
2300h
And if you read this Rachael O., I sent a reply to your email, and I hope it doesn't get blocked or otherwise messed with.
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