1915h
It is raining currently, and the rain first began only five minutes of me heading out to walk from the OB Rec. Center to my apartment, 30 minutes away. And it did get dark earlier, but has since brightened up, causing me to close the curtain earlier than normal, by two hours. And that equates to more perp games at dusk time, one that is particularly fraught for their experimentation studies on me, given the myriad games that have gone on at this juncture of the day.
I am also being rendered as "physically tired" when in fact I never had this problem before. The cover story is my usual Thursday routine; a vigorous yoga workout from 1130 to 1230h, and then at 1400h, a 30 minute walk to the OB Rec. Center which includes only 6 minutes of aerobic exercise time. The remainder of the workout was spent on floor exercises, free weights and exercise machines. Then a 30 minute walk back afterward.
And if I have been doing this for over 6 weeks now, why am I getting worse in my adaptation to the effort? And the same question should also be asked why am I sweating so much more, even in yoga? Well it so happens, that when one is wet, one makes for a better specimen to study energetics interactions from remote locations, which is what they are doing IMHO. And that the perps are both the ones to bring on this Pseudosweating as I call it, as they are to fix the mind-fuck script for me, and the precise placement and interaction of all the players I meet in any given day.
The Pseudosweating is not new, and in hindsight they have been doing this to me for over 8 years, when I started aerobics and cardiokick exercises which are a lot more active than yoga. But somehow, all that past Pseudosweating wasn't good enough, and nor was yoga since I began it this year, so they then applied the Pseudosweating to "happen" in yoga, right down to soaking my shirt. It is fucking absurd that I cannot be left alone to workout, and it is deemed as an free-for-all by the psychopathic assholes that keep harassing me 24x7.
I always wondered why I sweated way more than anyone else in the long past, as I could not understand how if I was in better shape than those to whom I was comparing myself, why was I soaked in sweat long before them? Now I know the answer to this mystery of most of my life. It is the architects of inhumanity prepping me for better and greater opportunities to be wet, and therefore a better energy read. And I swam swim practice with a club for close to 15 years, and was in excellent shape, all the while being wet, and still the harassment assholes didn't deem this good enough in the days of covert harassment.
And as they have followed me from birth, and have awarded me substantive documented learning disabilities in the process, and played endless tricks on me in the guise of normality which were all scripted, they weren't about to give up on their billion dollar nonconsensual experimentation subject, namely me. So, to make a long story short, they went into overt harassment in 2002, and made it plain obvious that I was being stalked, mind-controlled, the subject of unconventional physical forces that often defy gravity (flying food laterally tonight, and plastering it on the wall), and I am best served up when they make me, (or mind-fuck me more like), extremely annoyed. It is their biggest play, and they have already pulled this once in the course of writing this up, by jerking me into making three typos in succession over the word "the", even if I have 30 years of keyboard experience. No cover story needed in this instance.
I had plenty to mention about today's gangstalkings, and "somehow" I got diverted to writing up the above summary, and cannot "recall" what was the topic for tonight.
I got the usual 600 to 800 gangstalking vehicles while out walking along the major thoroughfares today, with the usual clusters by color, as well as the equispaced trains of headlit vehicles in specific sequences according to color, vehicle type and vehicle design. I had my camera with me, but couldn't get any of the more outrageous examples for the rain, no coincidence that. And I notice that the perps are posing for their pictures, even if looking the other way, as they will then change their comportment after the picture is taken, and still may not be looking at me, and yet they are interacting with me.
Which is a long way of saying that the entire picture taking process, the decision to take picture, getting the camera switched on, and depressing the shutter is entirely mind-controlled so that the timing with the subject's posing and faux reaction is impeccable. So much for cataloging the sins of the perps. And should there be any deviance from the script in this respect, why, the camera is remotely switched off or otherwise defeated for a few crucial seconds. One intended picture was the lead-ahead gangstalker placing his hand behind his back for no apparent reason, and just when I wanted to take a picture, the camera was off, when I had switched it on. Only when the operative was finished fiddling with his hand at his back, was the camera functional again.
And there are other instances where the camera gets switched off when all my instincts would be to have it on. The negro gangstalker popping out from the corner of the building and turning 90 degrees was a classic, as the perps have already pulled that stunt at that same corner. So what happens? The mind-fuck is laid on, depleting my knowledge of the possibility of this known stunt, and lo, a special gangstalking specimen emerges 6' in front of me. Funny how I don't recall any of the perp habits when at one time I knew them all, and in what context. And funny how only now am "I" (in the mind-controlled collective sense) taking pictures of the ongoing harassment fuckery when I could of been doing this since 12-2005 when I got a new camera, and haven't. That is a perfect example of how my (permitted) intentions and actions are only to serve the perp's purposes when they deem it is to their advantage. There are simply too many "happenchances" for this to be anything but tightly scripted.
And I am getting the planted romantic script again, having seen this one woman at Thursday yoga for whom I have absolutely no interest in. And her hair was in this bizarre iridescent red-brown color that gives me the heebie-jeebies. I cannot stand to look at her hair, especially highlighted in the light as it was, and at one point the perps mind-controlled me into making a needless turn to have another look when it was the last thing I wanted to do. One gets very astute as to what a perp controlled move is, and what is closer to self-directed, or is more of a natural move.
Her hair wasn't the only one on display today; I got the green hair show, and later some blue hair. More of the grotesque freak show that is my life. I also got another fully covered arms tatoo act nearby when working out. This dude follows me and plants himself on a machine 10' away with the aisle between us. Then the perps pass various gangtalkers between us, in varying colors of clothes. His tatoos were predominantly in green, and lo, if there wasn't a green vehicle parked out front, viewable through the windows. It too departs as part of the green color interaction testing that the perps wanted to focus on at that moment. For the record, I find tatoos gross, and that may be some long ago traumatization consequence for which I have no recollection of the causal event.
This recreation center recieved a huge upgrade in 2004, and I can only surmise that it was arranged to make it serve the harassment agenda after they found out in 2002 and to mid-2003 that they needed to screw me for longer, much longer, than the forced hospital stay with the "patient" operatives/gangstalkers. Hence the line of windows that faces the road outside, some 60' away, and parading color coordinated vehicles past three times in one session last week. (The fire truck being one last week; three passes that were coordinated with where in the workout room I was located).
And the perps put on some blatant plasma beams today; one red beam was 6' long by 5" wide, some 5' in front of me, and at a 30 degree angle from horizontal with vertical clipped ends. But as it so "happened" everyone else was turned the other way, headed to retrieve the big exercise balls. Some other small point source beams were also coming off me from what I could see in the mirror, and again, no one mentions anything.
I got the usual corralling when at workout, the clustering around me after I moved from the artificially lit side of the workout area to the machines that were in the sunlight, through the glass. They put Mr. Red in on me again, as they did two days ago when I was there. And it "so happened", this same gangstalker was put on me in the change room when I first arrived, and the lighting was dimmed as well, under the cover of being a maintenance issue, which also served as an excuse to put a ladder up in my proximity. The water fountain games are also getting more obstructional; each time "I" (in the collective mind-controlled sense) wanted to get a drink from the fountain, they had an operative or shill planted there. Another round of dashed expectations again, one of the most venerable perp games going.
Yesterday at dinner, my ex-wife reminded me of an instance when we saw a Michael Kaeshammer concert some 15 years ago at a New Year's Eve event when they brought on free champagne to the patrons in the seats, and he played on to 0230h in the morning in an amazing concert. Did I remember any of it? Just his name, and there was no reason for me to forget, which suggests that the perps were bombing my recall a long time ago, and possibly setting up this instance of faint recall. At first I said I didn't remember, and as she got into more detail, then it clicked. I have never known my recall to be so bad, and mine was always better than hers. It is likely that they also blanked her memory at certain times as well.
2110h
The emanations from this LCD panel are getting severe, and I might be reading books instead, though that alternative gets foiled as well. No reprieve from this vision buggering onslaught.
I was introduced to a new mind-fuck game today at OB Rec, Center. A dude was putzing with the weights while I was doing lunges and looking at my form in the mirror. For the most part, it was easier to see this dude in the mirror, and I only paid minimal attention to this act, as he was doing the usual gangstalker routine of bending over and extending his ass toward me from 3' away. Then at some point the perps directed me to look at him in the mirror, and instead of the normal perception of sensing this was a reflection, the assholes planted the notion in my mind that what I saw in the mirror was a real person, and not a reflection. This harassment mind-fuck stunt was immediately relieved by looking at my own reflection only, and not looking anywhere else. This is perceptual sabotage is another "never-before", and ranks up there with the other disorienting games that are going on. Anyhow, it is simply amazing how many perception games the perps can arrange, though I am quite sure I don't get to experience the full suite, and nor to the intensity they could unleash if they wanted to.
Another game the perps like to play is to have me get the gender incorrect of a specially planted gangstalker or operative. Today, they put a short white haired lardass in a formless coat some 40' in front of me, and it seemed to be the appearance of a man judging by the hair. Anyhow, this gangstalker dawdled at the pedestrian crossing allowing me to catch up, and lo, if it wasn't a woman after all. I usually get one of these every two weeks or so, and they do like me to know that "I" got it wrong. This suggests that they are still digging for the full perceptual experience of seeing a man versus a woman, and having me make a "mistake" in this respect, and then by correcting my perception, this will likely provide a bounty of associations and psi energies the perps are attempting to quantify. Not my problem, so why am I getting harassed over it?
In the news, I see that Paris Hilton was released from jail. I have remarked in past blogs on the perp's predisposition to plant young blonde women around me, usually at the outset of a gangstalking session or in a new venue. And it would seem that Paris Hilton has followed in the footsteps of Martha Stewart as the blonde woman in prison, and while it seems perverse to even consider the comparison, I am going to ramble on this topic for a bit.
Another perp fixation is the color of one's clothes, and how that influences the subject/victim, and also, how that energetically interacts with other's and their clothing. So it could well be that both Martha Stewart and Paris Hilton were being tested for clothing color interactions, given that they would be likely wearing one color prison garb. And I did find it interesting that Paris Hilton was given a premature release, which was rescinded, and that also fits the pattern of the perp's testing, doing something needlessly twice or more, especially when they are on the cusp of figuring something out.
Do I have any proof of this? Of course not, but I am beginning to understand that there is more manipulation of individuals going on than it seems. I don't want to specify as to what level mind-control is going on, as I don't know for sure. My main focus is to clearly identify anomalous events and circumstances as they relate to my 53 year history of being exposed to events and occurences that are of significant interest to the perps. The Essential Postings to the right is the collection of what I have learned is of continuing interest to the perps, and this has origins long before they went into overt harassment on me over five years ago.
When one has arrived at the conclusion one's entire existence is polluted by the perps, it makes it very easy to observe their interests owing to their timing of noisestalking and other harassment methods.
2200h
I am getting the fuzzy black balls coming at me in formation pairs, and the whitish emanations are getting severe, so I am going to call this a posting and blog off for the day.
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Thursday, June 28, 2007
Monday, June 04, 2007
Stutter Fucking
1125h
As I am typing this the building manager is stuttering excessively on his cell phone in the hallway, just outside my apartment. I don't mean to be disrespectful, as he really doesn't stutter all that much in my extensive dealings with him. Anyhow, it seems it is like the usual orchestration of having human voice happening in my proximity, often at such a volume that I cannot make out specific words, which is OK by me.
I did a rerun of Friday's abortive trip to the bank to cash a check this morning. I got the usual freakshow of gangstalkers and operatives, and they had the central lineup plugged with the mauve, fuschia and magenta colors today. And nearly all the "customers" had lengthy dealings with the tellers, having banking "problems". My teller's previous "customer" was an operative with two tone/fabric black pants unlike any I have seen before, and he also had the black leather satchel to wave over the customer's area, that being me, as I followed this MIB to the same teller.
I got the red haired woman walkby, and a few other selected demographic freaks, and that was on the bank's side of the counter. On the customer's side the perps put on the black dude gangstalker (now featured daily), the various Latinos and Phillipinos and the Caucasian woman/operative draped all over her side of the counter, who departed only two seconds ahead of me. Then she accompanied me to two locations of the intersection in her magenta fleece coat.
The usual parade of lugs, vagrants, suits, white hairs, skinheads, red heads, and related dipshits/selected demographic specimens as gangstalkers were all over me from the start to finish of this one and a half city block return trip. I also got the faux blithe gangstalk fuck; where some asshole, possibly a high school colleague, wanders from a store front onto the street and straight across the sidewalk "just" as I am "happening" to step into that location. I got the over extended "sorry" in the form of his arm reaching out toward me in faux magnaminous fashion, to which I said nothing, and walked around him. This fucker was in a flat black colored shirt, so no doubt he was on MIB duty, even if only a paid-for gangstalker (not a salaried operative).
And the same street "bums" keep "showing up", adroitly finding me on differing walking routes each time I venture out. There is something the perps like to have, and that is some of their operatives sitting on the ground, from vagrants to suited women, this particular repose is getting plenty of action in this ciy nowadays, unlike any that I have lived in, and unlike anytime before the perps went into overt harassment.
Another color of predominance this morning on this 15 minute excursion was orange. I must of seen some 10 of the fuckers wearing this color, and apart from the marginal vagrant act, it looks totally fucking stupid as a casual wear color. Last week, they put one of their seen-before operatives in this same irritating color at the gym when doing the semi-organized strength training. And that fucker made sure he was buzzing around me plenty.
I haven't quite figured out if my response to their color and operative act baiting is my own from long-ago days, or is totally planted. I normally don't react to ugly colors, ugly gangstalkers (selected demographics) or the combinations thereof. And yet now, I am constantly reacting to the continued profusion of gangstalking and colorstalking "uglies", the selected demographic members and/or the specific colors that seem to annoy me. Nor does it help that I really don't know why the perps keep planting the continued stream of ugly/reactive props/shills on me with the possible exception of the color brown, which I won't elaborate on. Yet again, the perp's fixations over what colors/appearances I react most to is not my problem, so why am I being fucked with over matters that are entirely private to me, no matter who or what long past staged events created these deep neural responses?
Not that putting my central complaint in bold serves any other purpose except for the sick minded assholes, and I do notice the amount of self-talk as to what depraved fuckers the perps are, is now been largely eliminated. In other words, the perps are fucking me out of thinking what sick pricks they are, when in fact, they are likely worse than I can cynically imagine.
I am loathe to go to sleep now; last night the fuckers planted two vivid dreams which I could not bail out on. My normal autonomous defensive mechanisms of waking up before a dream gets too bad are now controlled by the perp sickos. And of course they now exploit this by planting ugly and excessively vivid dreams, (usually rare in the first place), and then they defeat my native abilities to bail out. It is like not being able to walk out of a terrible film at the cinema.
And they woke me up in the night to hear the overhead rumbling noise again, as predicted three days ago. Later, they added some kind of light enhancement to the ceiling, as if it had depth, and then paraded a turtle shaped maser object about, as if this turtle, paddling its legs, was wading through of aquatic weeds. Then the perps had this maser turtle park itself at the location of the hook they arranged in the ceiling, just to confuse me as to what it was. This was an emulation of what they do all the time, blending noises or shapes in with adjacent objects, people and/or colors.
And I am feeling zoned out today, another term for being a zombie, and the ongoing vision impairment fuckery does not help any.
1345h
I updated my Quicken accounts and all the reciepts for the past half month; as usual, it was a total nonstop mind fuck to keep me enraged. The number of "mistakes", "forgets", "typos", "misperceptions", "misreads" and related fuckery was just insane. Why does a billion dollar a budget year operation fuck me over each month on keeping financial records when they know exactly what I have, and in what form (cash, debit card) and where the money is? And the assholes have planned every last expenditure and even arrange ripoffs, and sales for specific items? Who is that fucking sick and relentless, as they have been at this form of torture for over 5 years, never mind quietly doing that for over 50 years before that? Who could be this fucking sick?
Now, as if that wasn't enough grief, the fuckers have started clicking my right jawbone again, which has never made any noise before, and has no injury as a putative cause.
1415h
The clunking from next door has started up at the time I was linking my two TI descriptive sites in an email to another TI, introducing myself. Then the left side temple area is being manipulated with something horrid, back to the temporal lobe fucking of yesterday. The perps like to keep me riled up, as that is their biggest play, creating rage, as that causes a whole lot more energy aura from what I have read from those who can actually see them. As they have been doing this for over five years, getting me kicked out of three apartments in succession, it is no surprise that they are keeping this kind of fuckover action going, even if it suddenly muted in 07-2006.
2020h
I have been getting a progressive fuckover of my temporal lobes over the past hour, as if something has been taking over by stealth. Minor head pains, vision assaults, the light fixture strobing, and the instant relief the second that I rub my forehead sweat into my hair. In the latter case, my back muscles release their tension and my entire state of being gets a welcome relief for about a whole 30 seconds. Then it is back to the irradiative grind again; minor transitory head pains, neck and head muscle tension etc.
I made an earlier trip to the airport to pick up my parents from the last leg of their vacation to Britain, where they have relatives. My mother was in a cranked up state over my father's supposed forgetting, starting up the Alzheimer's act at the outset, instead of back at their place. Besides the deliberate gangstalking all around me, and the games of placing operatives beside, or in front of, lighted red panels with the foreign exchange rates, it was another gangstalk show with various weirds pacing about, putting on the color show.
At one point, the perps pulled the male fucker standing in the way of the red lighted foreign exchange board, and put in a blonde woman dressed in black. She was on coffee carrying duty before, and the entire show was a whole lot more low key than last time there, when they had their fuckers circling me.
I took my camera, which might have been the reason the gangstalker show was low key, but now I find that the perps are smearing the picture take, as if the subject or camera is moving which it wasn't.
Anyhow, the mood was ugly between my parents, and likely by design, I took the bus back to my place and went through being hounded by a mid-grey wearing gangstalker, among others, at the grocery store. This fucking prick would not quit as I had three places to go, and he "showed up" at all three. As this was the visit to get olive oil, the perps go particularly beserk when I purchase this item, which I assume, has significant earing on my energetics of my body. Hence their recent "recommendation" via my doctor to take omega 3 supplements only, as olive oil is a mixture of omega 3, 6, and 9 I have come to learn. And hence the accelerated draw down of my olive oil; it went remarkably quickly in the last week, and this might be to time the acquisition of the new peanut butter with new olive oil. This latest supply of olive oil is from Spain, and not Italy, so I am sure this is part of the geographic component in this depraved fuckery. And I got hammered with some irradiative device as I was re-reading the paragraph for editing purposes.
The big vehicular gangstalk color tonight was navy and mid blue. They had on a lead silver grey vehicle in front of me, a navy blue vehicle following, then two more silver grey vehicles ahead of me, driving the parent's light brown Ford Escape. Then ditto while on the bus; no end of navy and mid blue vehicles with white and silver grey vehicles, parked and mobile.
I also noted that the perps pulled some road surface cuts, making kerf cuts in the asphalt in preparation for digging it up. This has happened many times, where they cut the asphalt or concrete in advance of me driving on it.
And when I got back at 1830h, and until now, the perps have put on a jack hammering noise in this neighborhood, which is totally insane, as the city workers never work this late unless it is an emergency.
While making dinner tonight, the sickos got me riled up into a rage state again; the "forgets", "fumbles", habit disruption, brown crumb bombardment, olive oil flicking, tortillas sticking (now a four year fuckover on this stunt), and a few stunts that don't come to mind. Plus, the perps have me on a zero tolerance for any harassment, making me go into a rage over the smallest provocation every time. The fuckers don't have enough to do it seems.
2110h
I am getting an email constraint again; not one real non-spam email in two days when ordinarily I would have at least two, and have six regular respondents on the go, mainly over harassment activity. They all dropped out together, and it seems, that takes planning.
06-05-2007
1130h
An early evening shutdown of my PC was forced by vision impairments, and ditto after reading a book instead. All to get me earlier to bed for the 11 hour sleep that was scripted, 3 hours more than normal.
As I am typing this the building manager is stuttering excessively on his cell phone in the hallway, just outside my apartment. I don't mean to be disrespectful, as he really doesn't stutter all that much in my extensive dealings with him. Anyhow, it seems it is like the usual orchestration of having human voice happening in my proximity, often at such a volume that I cannot make out specific words, which is OK by me.
I did a rerun of Friday's abortive trip to the bank to cash a check this morning. I got the usual freakshow of gangstalkers and operatives, and they had the central lineup plugged with the mauve, fuschia and magenta colors today. And nearly all the "customers" had lengthy dealings with the tellers, having banking "problems". My teller's previous "customer" was an operative with two tone/fabric black pants unlike any I have seen before, and he also had the black leather satchel to wave over the customer's area, that being me, as I followed this MIB to the same teller.
I got the red haired woman walkby, and a few other selected demographic freaks, and that was on the bank's side of the counter. On the customer's side the perps put on the black dude gangstalker (now featured daily), the various Latinos and Phillipinos and the Caucasian woman/operative draped all over her side of the counter, who departed only two seconds ahead of me. Then she accompanied me to two locations of the intersection in her magenta fleece coat.
The usual parade of lugs, vagrants, suits, white hairs, skinheads, red heads, and related dipshits/selected demographic specimens as gangstalkers were all over me from the start to finish of this one and a half city block return trip. I also got the faux blithe gangstalk fuck; where some asshole, possibly a high school colleague, wanders from a store front onto the street and straight across the sidewalk "just" as I am "happening" to step into that location. I got the over extended "sorry" in the form of his arm reaching out toward me in faux magnaminous fashion, to which I said nothing, and walked around him. This fucker was in a flat black colored shirt, so no doubt he was on MIB duty, even if only a paid-for gangstalker (not a salaried operative).
And the same street "bums" keep "showing up", adroitly finding me on differing walking routes each time I venture out. There is something the perps like to have, and that is some of their operatives sitting on the ground, from vagrants to suited women, this particular repose is getting plenty of action in this ciy nowadays, unlike any that I have lived in, and unlike anytime before the perps went into overt harassment.
Another color of predominance this morning on this 15 minute excursion was orange. I must of seen some 10 of the fuckers wearing this color, and apart from the marginal vagrant act, it looks totally fucking stupid as a casual wear color. Last week, they put one of their seen-before operatives in this same irritating color at the gym when doing the semi-organized strength training. And that fucker made sure he was buzzing around me plenty.
I haven't quite figured out if my response to their color and operative act baiting is my own from long-ago days, or is totally planted. I normally don't react to ugly colors, ugly gangstalkers (selected demographics) or the combinations thereof. And yet now, I am constantly reacting to the continued profusion of gangstalking and colorstalking "uglies", the selected demographic members and/or the specific colors that seem to annoy me. Nor does it help that I really don't know why the perps keep planting the continued stream of ugly/reactive props/shills on me with the possible exception of the color brown, which I won't elaborate on. Yet again, the perp's fixations over what colors/appearances I react most to is not my problem, so why am I being fucked with over matters that are entirely private to me, no matter who or what long past staged events created these deep neural responses?
Not that putting my central complaint in bold serves any other purpose except for the sick minded assholes, and I do notice the amount of self-talk as to what depraved fuckers the perps are, is now been largely eliminated. In other words, the perps are fucking me out of thinking what sick pricks they are, when in fact, they are likely worse than I can cynically imagine.
I am loathe to go to sleep now; last night the fuckers planted two vivid dreams which I could not bail out on. My normal autonomous defensive mechanisms of waking up before a dream gets too bad are now controlled by the perp sickos. And of course they now exploit this by planting ugly and excessively vivid dreams, (usually rare in the first place), and then they defeat my native abilities to bail out. It is like not being able to walk out of a terrible film at the cinema.
And they woke me up in the night to hear the overhead rumbling noise again, as predicted three days ago. Later, they added some kind of light enhancement to the ceiling, as if it had depth, and then paraded a turtle shaped maser object about, as if this turtle, paddling its legs, was wading through of aquatic weeds. Then the perps had this maser turtle park itself at the location of the hook they arranged in the ceiling, just to confuse me as to what it was. This was an emulation of what they do all the time, blending noises or shapes in with adjacent objects, people and/or colors.
And I am feeling zoned out today, another term for being a zombie, and the ongoing vision impairment fuckery does not help any.
1345h
I updated my Quicken accounts and all the reciepts for the past half month; as usual, it was a total nonstop mind fuck to keep me enraged. The number of "mistakes", "forgets", "typos", "misperceptions", "misreads" and related fuckery was just insane. Why does a billion dollar a budget year operation fuck me over each month on keeping financial records when they know exactly what I have, and in what form (cash, debit card) and where the money is? And the assholes have planned every last expenditure and even arrange ripoffs, and sales for specific items? Who is that fucking sick and relentless, as they have been at this form of torture for over 5 years, never mind quietly doing that for over 50 years before that? Who could be this fucking sick?
Now, as if that wasn't enough grief, the fuckers have started clicking my right jawbone again, which has never made any noise before, and has no injury as a putative cause.
1415h
The clunking from next door has started up at the time I was linking my two TI descriptive sites in an email to another TI, introducing myself. Then the left side temple area is being manipulated with something horrid, back to the temporal lobe fucking of yesterday. The perps like to keep me riled up, as that is their biggest play, creating rage, as that causes a whole lot more energy aura from what I have read from those who can actually see them. As they have been doing this for over five years, getting me kicked out of three apartments in succession, it is no surprise that they are keeping this kind of fuckover action going, even if it suddenly muted in 07-2006.
2020h
I have been getting a progressive fuckover of my temporal lobes over the past hour, as if something has been taking over by stealth. Minor head pains, vision assaults, the light fixture strobing, and the instant relief the second that I rub my forehead sweat into my hair. In the latter case, my back muscles release their tension and my entire state of being gets a welcome relief for about a whole 30 seconds. Then it is back to the irradiative grind again; minor transitory head pains, neck and head muscle tension etc.
I made an earlier trip to the airport to pick up my parents from the last leg of their vacation to Britain, where they have relatives. My mother was in a cranked up state over my father's supposed forgetting, starting up the Alzheimer's act at the outset, instead of back at their place. Besides the deliberate gangstalking all around me, and the games of placing operatives beside, or in front of, lighted red panels with the foreign exchange rates, it was another gangstalk show with various weirds pacing about, putting on the color show.
At one point, the perps pulled the male fucker standing in the way of the red lighted foreign exchange board, and put in a blonde woman dressed in black. She was on coffee carrying duty before, and the entire show was a whole lot more low key than last time there, when they had their fuckers circling me.
I took my camera, which might have been the reason the gangstalker show was low key, but now I find that the perps are smearing the picture take, as if the subject or camera is moving which it wasn't.
Anyhow, the mood was ugly between my parents, and likely by design, I took the bus back to my place and went through being hounded by a mid-grey wearing gangstalker, among others, at the grocery store. This fucking prick would not quit as I had three places to go, and he "showed up" at all three. As this was the visit to get olive oil, the perps go particularly beserk when I purchase this item, which I assume, has significant earing on my energetics of my body. Hence their recent "recommendation" via my doctor to take omega 3 supplements only, as olive oil is a mixture of omega 3, 6, and 9 I have come to learn. And hence the accelerated draw down of my olive oil; it went remarkably quickly in the last week, and this might be to time the acquisition of the new peanut butter with new olive oil. This latest supply of olive oil is from Spain, and not Italy, so I am sure this is part of the geographic component in this depraved fuckery. And I got hammered with some irradiative device as I was re-reading the paragraph for editing purposes.
The big vehicular gangstalk color tonight was navy and mid blue. They had on a lead silver grey vehicle in front of me, a navy blue vehicle following, then two more silver grey vehicles ahead of me, driving the parent's light brown Ford Escape. Then ditto while on the bus; no end of navy and mid blue vehicles with white and silver grey vehicles, parked and mobile.
I also noted that the perps pulled some road surface cuts, making kerf cuts in the asphalt in preparation for digging it up. This has happened many times, where they cut the asphalt or concrete in advance of me driving on it.
And when I got back at 1830h, and until now, the perps have put on a jack hammering noise in this neighborhood, which is totally insane, as the city workers never work this late unless it is an emergency.
While making dinner tonight, the sickos got me riled up into a rage state again; the "forgets", "fumbles", habit disruption, brown crumb bombardment, olive oil flicking, tortillas sticking (now a four year fuckover on this stunt), and a few stunts that don't come to mind. Plus, the perps have me on a zero tolerance for any harassment, making me go into a rage over the smallest provocation every time. The fuckers don't have enough to do it seems.
2110h
I am getting an email constraint again; not one real non-spam email in two days when ordinarily I would have at least two, and have six regular respondents on the go, mainly over harassment activity. They all dropped out together, and it seems, that takes planning.
06-05-2007
1130h
An early evening shutdown of my PC was forced by vision impairments, and ditto after reading a book instead. All to get me earlier to bed for the 11 hour sleep that was scripted, 3 hours more than normal.
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