1420h
Just finished screaming at the assholes over Firefox not starting, three starts somehow failed. This is when I take the earmuffs off, and I suppose that it is the objective.
A cold and snowy day yesterday, incurring an extra day's stay at the First Feral Family house, and having me in my new Keela Scrubber pants while out shovelling the driveway, as none of the strong wind came through them. It is a source of complaint with the stretch cordura pants, they would allow strong winds to pass through. I wore the new pants the rest of the evening until bed time, and regular readers will know that the perps are totally beserk over new garments, before they ever get laundered, or maybe, only once. I was dressed in a combination of laundered-once underwear and sweater, not laundered pants, and a much laundered T-shirt underneath. And in black and navy blue, their most frequent colors for when they want to do some serious studies on me.
And lo, if they didn't arrange the heating fuel to run out during this cold spell, -8C last night, as "somehow" the fuel delivery outfit took my mother off the automatic weather algorithm delivery plan and didn't tell her. Sweet fuckers, and good for three phone calls, and one by me to ascertain delivery times. (And before I set off to the bus stop, a 10 minute walk).
The carpet layer was arranged this morning, the wonderful fumes of horrid glue percolating through the house, and even now, back at Abuse Central, the fuckers are pumping me with this same smell, even if there is no ostensible cause. But like with many things, the perps are obsessed over carpet colors, fibers, weaves and the ubiquitous pollutants that come with them, e.g. flame retardants like polybrominated diphenyl ethers (PBDEs) also noted to be in the air and in mother's milk. These ubiquitous pollutants seem to create problems for the perps, and they tell me that they are "cleaning me up", getting rid of them all in every last cell in me, especially neural cells. Like who cares; not my problem so why am I getting harassed all the time and routinely chased with carpets in pickup trucks and on streets? And too, some recent past apartments had new carpet installed in advance of my tenancy, but nothing too exceptional until the sickos went overt on me in 2002. Now, "carpet stalking" and like games of visiting the carpet store with my perp-abetting mother are routine. Not to mention being a flunky at carpet auctions, at least five of them.
Said carpet installer had his red pickup truck in the driveway all morning and into the early afternoon before I left. A crimson red body with the same red fiberglass top box cover that was propped open and facing the house. That wasn't enough driveway coverage it seemed, as my mother wanted the garbage out at the curb before departed, and even came to inspect it, read, gangstalking the brown cardboard and the rest of whatever transfixes the perps over garbage and its placement. I had my butt smoking and pacing hoodie dude at the bus stop before I arrived, normally I get the train of Fuckwits after my arrival. The usual surfiet of vehicles in suburbia again, passing by me while waiting, lo, if the bus didn't come on time for once. I even got my rear seat at the back of the bus, and lo, if a red clothing contingent didn't line up in the transverse seats in front of me. The babe with the red mitts, the brown coated girl with the same red scarf, then later a same red coated woman, so all three were lined up transversely (side facing) in front of me. And for the last three stops, and tailing me out of the bus, was a same red toqued male wierd who also line up but standing in the rear exit when there was plenty of seats availible. Four same red garment wearing Fuckwits lined up, arriving serially. Just another day on the city bus freakshow, though to be fair, the freak count was down, and just a few wierds in my corner.
1735h
Another round of rage-ifications after having got up for dinner, and doing the dishes. This is the trend today, and tonight, a post two-day First Feral Family visitation. The pattern is that they seem to obtain research benefits while I stay there, and my perp-abetting mother hangs around me like a puppy dog, crossing my path immediately before or after I have passed by. This goes on every time I visit, but the last two days have been worse. Which suggests the Fuckwits are desperate, attempting to get leverage from ever more blatant stunts. Which includes inflicting me with myriad faked touches tonight; a sensation, but no ostensible cause, even if there is nothing within 2' of my hand, I will get a nudge or jab from some unseen source. An tonight it is "thumb clashing", where one seems to contact the other as I am typing but there is no evident contact when I look down at the keyboard, but the instant I look up at this LCD display, why, it starts erupting again.
2235h
Winding up the evening looking at jobs online; the usual fuck all, and I am seriously wondering if it isn't a bullshit show, of displaying interesting jobs to catch my attention and then have my expectations dashed because of various qualifications or experience I don't have, especially after 8. 5 years of hounded out of employment, save the farm work jobs. And also, to catch my interest concerning industries that I am interested in, e.g. aircraft, machining, manufacturing complex parts, IT and the like. Other "baiting themes" might be local businesses, giving them some prominence, that is, name dropping because I happen to recognize them. My employment counsellor didn't return my email or my phone message last week, so I will re-start that again, though I have no expectations it will be much help, seeing that I led it last time. Just another despondent diversion for the assholes to keep up the noises through the earmuffs, fuck my mouseclicks, and generally piss me off with vision impairments and plasma light flashes in front of this LCD. So...., nothing will happen until after Christmas if last year is a prelude, which takes me to Feburary when I managed to get two weeks of picking daffodils for a few hundred bucks, until a horde of Mexicans came in and we locals were let go.
Enough for today, and maybe I will get a post-Feral Family stayover night of restlessness imposed on me, the usual Monday evening return treatment for this Tuesday, because I was snow bound last night for the extra night of cold blowing snow.
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Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Carpet Day
1940h
I did some helping at a carpet auction today. A hour's bus ride out to the rural area to the fairgrounds, and then handling carpets for an auction. There was plenty of coughing and hacking, following, "inadvertent" touching and all the other perp feints, not to mention plasma beams sitting in my vision for a half minute or so. All the carpets were of Persian or Asian origin; I got a quick geography lesson in the hand knotted carpet business; Afganistan, Uzbekistan, Iran, Kurgistan and a few others. My once friends before the overt harassment began went to Turkey twice, and brought home a carpet once. What floored me besides the beauty of the carpets and astonishing craftmanship is how long these carpets take to make. A 6'x9' carpet, with 20 or more colors, would take a master carpet weaver four years to make. There are no synthetic fibres in these carpets, and no chemical dyes. The auction turnout was sad; only 5 bidders after 30 minutes, and it was ended after 60 minutes.
For all the multitudes of gangstalking vehicles out there today, I thought the perps would of stacked the room with the usual detritus of ambulatory gangstalkers. There was one woman I sort-of recognized from the early 1990's, as she was the mother of my daughter's friend. Another gangstalker was big on the UK accent, and curiously, coming some 30 minutes early. Later, in the public seating area, she sat down exactly where I had sat, also scarfing the newspaper I was reading. With all the availible seating, that was a bullseye, and not random action. The same "warm seat stalking" has also been happening at the gym too.
The event was a perp orchestration of huge proportions; not only did I get my bus "traveller" sitting in front of me, and the same operative later moving behind me, but also the bus travelled on the rare concrete roadway in this region. It was an old quarry truck road, and is still used to access the famous Buchart Gardens. It was at this transition that my open mouthed gangstalker in front of me changed seats to sit behind me. There was at least 2,000 vehicles on mobile gangstalking duty; four deep metallic reds clustered together with two white vehicles in front, and another white pair behind as one example of the relentless perp obsession in planting specific colored objects around me. The high incidence of vehicular gangstalking was aided by a 20 minute wait at the bus stop, all so the aforementioned gangstalker could present himself in side, back and front profiles, and also "meeting up" (aka Cheersing) with a long lost buddy to do the chat together stunt. Funny how their chumminess ended once they got on board the bus and split ambulatory gangstalking duties.
The inbound bus was also near full, and I got the sitting backwards seat again, the same as two weeks ago, also with a sleeping Asian girl, also with mouth hanging open. That she had a brown suitcase tucked under her legs wasn't too much of a surprise. The brown behind brown objects and beings has been a perp color stunt for months now, (brown suitcase behind brown skin). Another Asian girl also arrived across the aisle, sitting between my helping buddy and me. The number of pedestrians downtown today, a Sunday, was totally absurd; more than a weekday in tourist season.
And we had a skiff of snow in various locations, which somehow missed the area where the carpet auction was, but hit the area where the inbound bus was travelling through. There are uncountable numbers of microclimates in this area, but with the perps on top of every aspect of my existence, I wonder how many are due to them. Regular readers will know there have been some astonishing coincidences with my activities and the weather, and it only gets more coordinated. The basic rule about the perp ordered weather seems to be creating more temperature differences between me and the road. Or else, sprinkling a little rain as I set off driving my parent's vehicle is at a 50% coincidence rate of late. The perps don't like me to be in billowing rain spray for whatever reason. Other weather games relate to degree of permitted direct sunlight and darkening the clouds to get more grey scale ranges. There were at least two intensely grey cloud banks this morning, one at my place before I set off, and again when I was taking a lunch break outside the building where the carpet auction took place. But no rain, hail or even snow from these clouds today. The snow fell last night, and it was interesting to see all the perp organized parked vehicles that retained snow on them; there were many parked vehicles in public parking lots that seemed to have been left there overnight.
Other perp weirdness was having a city bus disappear as soon as my back was turned. Nothing new there, or the dude who kept on hanging around me at the bus exchange, and even gave me the stare for absolutely no reason. Then he never got on the bus that I took. Other perp annoyances were to re-bleed my healing right thumb knuckle injury they stiffed me with some four days ago; they pulled this twice, having me bleed onto the bedspread when making the bed, and then later when hauling carpets back into the white van the auctioneer had.
2225h
The first PC/ web access of today was about 1800h; no morning pre-departure web time was allowed. This was accomplished by the perps setting my clock an hour back in the night, and waking me up at 0830h instead of 0800h of my alarm clock setting. One cannot win in making any arrangement, as it can be compormised in so many ways. Sabotaging my alarm clock goes back to the days of 2002 when they woke me up in the afternoon once. That was to sabotage my flight arrangements and make them for a day later.
I also got screwed over for making the bus this morning; a planted "brain fart"/misperception and then I was scrambling to get going as I thought I had 10 more minutes before heading off. By creating this intensified panic, the perp had me in my coat, attending to getting lunch ready and placed in my pack. There were other routines that were messed with today, and I cannot recall them all. Just another day in the life of being a TI, likely one of the most significant nonconsensual human experimentation assets the perps have; I don't know of anyone who gets this second-by-second battle with the assholes 24x7. I would not be surprised if there were other like treated TI's in this city, as I cannot see that this substantial effort would be devoted to one individual. And one can be sure, in meeting the perp's objectives related to geography, they aren't going to send me anywhere, but instead, have proxies; that is shills who know me well who go to Turkey or the "stans" per above carpet sources.
Time to blog off today, and call it done; with today's major all day outing, the perps will want to give me shut-in time to acclimate again, if I read their machinations correctly.
I did some helping at a carpet auction today. A hour's bus ride out to the rural area to the fairgrounds, and then handling carpets for an auction. There was plenty of coughing and hacking, following, "inadvertent" touching and all the other perp feints, not to mention plasma beams sitting in my vision for a half minute or so. All the carpets were of Persian or Asian origin; I got a quick geography lesson in the hand knotted carpet business; Afganistan, Uzbekistan, Iran, Kurgistan and a few others. My once friends before the overt harassment began went to Turkey twice, and brought home a carpet once. What floored me besides the beauty of the carpets and astonishing craftmanship is how long these carpets take to make. A 6'x9' carpet, with 20 or more colors, would take a master carpet weaver four years to make. There are no synthetic fibres in these carpets, and no chemical dyes. The auction turnout was sad; only 5 bidders after 30 minutes, and it was ended after 60 minutes.
For all the multitudes of gangstalking vehicles out there today, I thought the perps would of stacked the room with the usual detritus of ambulatory gangstalkers. There was one woman I sort-of recognized from the early 1990's, as she was the mother of my daughter's friend. Another gangstalker was big on the UK accent, and curiously, coming some 30 minutes early. Later, in the public seating area, she sat down exactly where I had sat, also scarfing the newspaper I was reading. With all the availible seating, that was a bullseye, and not random action. The same "warm seat stalking" has also been happening at the gym too.
The event was a perp orchestration of huge proportions; not only did I get my bus "traveller" sitting in front of me, and the same operative later moving behind me, but also the bus travelled on the rare concrete roadway in this region. It was an old quarry truck road, and is still used to access the famous Buchart Gardens. It was at this transition that my open mouthed gangstalker in front of me changed seats to sit behind me. There was at least 2,000 vehicles on mobile gangstalking duty; four deep metallic reds clustered together with two white vehicles in front, and another white pair behind as one example of the relentless perp obsession in planting specific colored objects around me. The high incidence of vehicular gangstalking was aided by a 20 minute wait at the bus stop, all so the aforementioned gangstalker could present himself in side, back and front profiles, and also "meeting up" (aka Cheersing) with a long lost buddy to do the chat together stunt. Funny how their chumminess ended once they got on board the bus and split ambulatory gangstalking duties.
The inbound bus was also near full, and I got the sitting backwards seat again, the same as two weeks ago, also with a sleeping Asian girl, also with mouth hanging open. That she had a brown suitcase tucked under her legs wasn't too much of a surprise. The brown behind brown objects and beings has been a perp color stunt for months now, (brown suitcase behind brown skin). Another Asian girl also arrived across the aisle, sitting between my helping buddy and me. The number of pedestrians downtown today, a Sunday, was totally absurd; more than a weekday in tourist season.
And we had a skiff of snow in various locations, which somehow missed the area where the carpet auction was, but hit the area where the inbound bus was travelling through. There are uncountable numbers of microclimates in this area, but with the perps on top of every aspect of my existence, I wonder how many are due to them. Regular readers will know there have been some astonishing coincidences with my activities and the weather, and it only gets more coordinated. The basic rule about the perp ordered weather seems to be creating more temperature differences between me and the road. Or else, sprinkling a little rain as I set off driving my parent's vehicle is at a 50% coincidence rate of late. The perps don't like me to be in billowing rain spray for whatever reason. Other weather games relate to degree of permitted direct sunlight and darkening the clouds to get more grey scale ranges. There were at least two intensely grey cloud banks this morning, one at my place before I set off, and again when I was taking a lunch break outside the building where the carpet auction took place. But no rain, hail or even snow from these clouds today. The snow fell last night, and it was interesting to see all the perp organized parked vehicles that retained snow on them; there were many parked vehicles in public parking lots that seemed to have been left there overnight.
Other perp weirdness was having a city bus disappear as soon as my back was turned. Nothing new there, or the dude who kept on hanging around me at the bus exchange, and even gave me the stare for absolutely no reason. Then he never got on the bus that I took. Other perp annoyances were to re-bleed my healing right thumb knuckle injury they stiffed me with some four days ago; they pulled this twice, having me bleed onto the bedspread when making the bed, and then later when hauling carpets back into the white van the auctioneer had.
2225h
The first PC/ web access of today was about 1800h; no morning pre-departure web time was allowed. This was accomplished by the perps setting my clock an hour back in the night, and waking me up at 0830h instead of 0800h of my alarm clock setting. One cannot win in making any arrangement, as it can be compormised in so many ways. Sabotaging my alarm clock goes back to the days of 2002 when they woke me up in the afternoon once. That was to sabotage my flight arrangements and make them for a day later.
I also got screwed over for making the bus this morning; a planted "brain fart"/misperception and then I was scrambling to get going as I thought I had 10 more minutes before heading off. By creating this intensified panic, the perp had me in my coat, attending to getting lunch ready and placed in my pack. There were other routines that were messed with today, and I cannot recall them all. Just another day in the life of being a TI, likely one of the most significant nonconsensual human experimentation assets the perps have; I don't know of anyone who gets this second-by-second battle with the assholes 24x7. I would not be surprised if there were other like treated TI's in this city, as I cannot see that this substantial effort would be devoted to one individual. And one can be sure, in meeting the perp's objectives related to geography, they aren't going to send me anywhere, but instead, have proxies; that is shills who know me well who go to Turkey or the "stans" per above carpet sources.
Time to blog off today, and call it done; with today's major all day outing, the perps will want to give me shut-in time to acclimate again, if I read their machinations correctly.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
No Shower, No Shave, No Problem
1415h
Today's title reflects this morning's hijinx, as the perps have a problem with their remote energy assay activity of me with the normal morning routine of showering and shaving. One has to only see how much maser action I get that is attendant to these activities to know that they are seriously sucking wind in their ability to fathom all the energetic aspects of these functions.
So today, in combination with my in-town brother, they ensured that I was not permitted to undertake this part of my morning routine. I had an arrangement with him to phone when I was ready for pick up in the morning to then proceed to our parent's place to move large rugs and the associated underlay, all to accomodate the recent arrival of a new living room rug at my parent's place, mentioned in a past blog posting.
I was screwed into a 9.5 hour sleep, getting up at 0930h, a total piss-off to start the day. The mellifluous apartment manager was on his cellphone in the hallway when I was awakening, and this noise source covered me from awakening to getting dressed. Then on with breakfast and then my brother phoned on the intercom, having already driven over without prior notice, and was waiting for me he said. "I" (read, mind-controlled me) gave him a 15 minute wait time, knowing that showering and shaving weren't going to fit into this schedule. Having been shown my unique comb forward hairdo I get every morning, I then "decided" to only wash my hair in the bathtub, pinched and twisting to access the spout to wash and rinse my hair. Plus a whole lot of added water drops flew off my head, but I did finally succeed, not bothering with conditioner either. Then on with the usual dental hygeine, and I was ready, or sort of, compared to most mornings.
When I went to the elevators to depart, the apartment manager was back on voice-over duty at the elevators in the hallway, on his cellphone and doing his bit to make like he was discussing real tenancy issues. Then his sidekick of 10-15-2007 whom I also met in the elevator then, emerged from the corner of the hallway, who then walked toward me and then backed off and turned around to "join" the manager. This sidekick, who makes no bones about doing nothing but loiter around for no apparent reason, save gangstalking, was dressed in blue, has white hair and a trimmed white beard. There must be some reason the perps are "featuring" this particular size, age and appearance of this operative, though I have no reason why. He doesn't fit the geriatric profile, nor of the obese demographic the perps like to inundate me with, so there must be some reason to attach this creep to the manager, and then have him loiter in his midst each time. (Twice in a week so far, and the manager had been unseen and unheard for weeks before this).
As with 10-14-2007, my brother offered no reason as to why he "escalated" his side of the agreement to meet, and had all this time to wait, when he "needed" to visit another potential garage or estate sale enroute to our parent's place. As it "happened", he drove the route that I walk to the regular gym I use, and stopped at an apartment block that fronts onto this thoroughfare. I waited inside his white van, and read the supplied newspapers, marvelled at the arrangements of the parked vehicles in their colors that the perps arrange for me, and he was back out in no time. Then onto our parent's place where no one was home, my mother being out and at an appointment, which was stated to be the "impasse"/excuse as to why we couldn't do this today. Now we could all of a sudden. No matter, I got nothing but time on my hands, and the weather was warm.
As I type this, the perps are sabotaging my keystrokes and jerking around where the cursor is, new keyboard be damned.
Anyhow, to make a long story short, we moved the original living room carpet of 30 to 40 years ago and rolled it up. We took the old living room carpet that was still rolled up there and moved it outside to then lay it out to then remove the green rubber underlay and placed that in my brother's white trades van. After the furniture shuffling was done, we had laid the old living room carpet to the den, placing it where its successor once was, and moved furniture in the living room to then accomodate the prior furniture removal we had done three days ago. All very complicated, like a Rubic's Cube of furniture movements, with some items having over four decades of family use.
The perps jerked around the lie of the carpet we were rolling out, and then had my brother act like a idiot and adjust it's postion so it couldn't be unrolled without snagging something. Then, per usual, they got me cranked up and pissed off with him, and created a succession of dumbshit moves to keep elevating "my" (read, mind-controlled emotional state) annoyance with his deliberate farting around. He seemed to take this in stride, and no doubt it had been rehearsed. These "outbursts" are almost required by the perps anytime I see him for any duration. It is almost an everytime event, and he gets the role of stoking the problem. I don't know anyone who has a better handle on the physicality of furniture and all things practical than my in-town brother, and here he was acting like a dumbshit cowboy. Just to think, the perps have been cranking me on this angle for a lifetime and are still at it. Fucking sick.
There were other feints and dodges he got into to ensure that I was to know that there was family involvement with the perps, and the final deal was that he "needed" to go out of town after this for yet another garage sale event, so he couldn't drop me off at my place, and I had to take the bus back. And lo, if the travelling freakshow wasn't ready for me there. The theme color today was blue; the decor of the bus, the blue plastic recycle boxes at the curbside in a strange change of the pickup day from Mondays to Wednesdays, and a blue shirted PE class running along the main thoroughfare the bus took into town. I got plenty of blue dressed gangstalkers seated around me in this over-populous bus, and then they brought operative gangstalkers with these hideous red translucent plastic bags, under the cover story of it being "shopping". There is something about this color and its properties the perps know I don't like, and yet they are doing this almost everytime I am out, introducing this particular plastic bag color into my proximity. In the 10-15-2007 blog they did the same, when transiting from my ride to the elevator, putting this same bag type and color on show in a bizarrely elaborate hand off from one male black leather jacketed operative to a female operative with the same leather jacket color and style. Not my problem, so why am I being chased all over town with this dumbshit routine?
The all-quiet order is out; there has been an uncanny silence while typing this, and perhaps it is time to wrap this one up and start on the tea and chocolate games that are the perp's re-introduced routine for the afternoon.
1515h
I was allowed to phone in for a rare harassment victim's conference call last night, the "impetus" being that a near-local TI whom I have been in contact with was on as the guest speaker. And wouldn't you know, she got cut off some 10 minutes into her talk, and after a few minutes, was allowed to reconnect and call back in to resume. She recommends to "love your perps", even wave to them, and take the organized harassment message out there, and make it public. And for us TI's to not react to the insults, incursions and harassment games. I have yet to hear from an email I sent her, but the question I had is that if the perps are controlling one's reactions and emotional state as they appear to be doing to me, then how does one know if one is taking independent reaction or not, and acting contrary to what the perp's intended script?
She and I have had a few phone discussions, and I haven't met her in person, but it would seem to me that there are many hundreds, if not thousands of TI's that are being overtly harassed, and that each of one is on a particular script to fulfil the perp's objectives. There is more to this that I won't get into, but it does make me laugh at times when someone in this situation insists that they are resisting mind-control and have a recipie to do just this. Unless one arranges themselves in a constantly randomly changing magnetic field, possibly wearing some highly reflective clothing (e.g. sheilding metal fibers in the material), I cannot see how one can not succumb to the perp's targeted energies and the mind-control script they have planned. Just my opinion on all of this.
1645h
Four loud mufflered vehicles in succession, about two minutes apart each. All for some reason, and it is highly structured, as there hadn't been much of this all afternoon until after tea and chocolate (read, perp brown food obsession). Now the overhead rumbling and thumping has started up, also another first for today, and now hallway sourced coughing and spluttering too. And the evening time dinginess is also coming on, it will be time to turn on the lights soon. A noiseflurry of obvious timing, right after the scripted teatime.
Here are some news items that I wanted to bring into the dialog, and sound off on with my experience of being the perp whipping boy for over five years now, the testament to their utter thanklessness of being a covert target for a 47 year lifetime before they outed themselves to reveal their psychopathic organizational traits. And the same goes for all the asshole shills who have joined them; live this life for two weeks and see if you would of cooperated.
And mixing both the perp's propensity for toilet games and all things to do with their obsession over shit, and their abilities to curtail one's democratic citizens rights, here is a news item that has someone being cited for swearing over a blocked toilet. Assuming this is not a spoofed news story for my benefit, it has that ring of perp involvement; toilet overflow games, a high degree of victim emotional duress, and that the perps would have one's civil liberties impinged upon for just that. And it has been true in the past, the perps have sabotaged me taking a shit nearly everytime since 2003, flooding and blocking the toilet, and using the plunger to relieve the impasse, sometimes for over 20 minutes time, all to have someone else "help". (This at the last rooming house). And not having any choice in how I react, there was plenty of swearing, and reaction, and it just goes to show that their juvenility remains their most persistent trait. No doubt this story was created, and the news item planted upon me for some kind of resonant reaction for the perps to read in my mind, as I contend they have realtime neural monitoring and access to anyone they select. Along the way, other's lives get trashed too, and the fuckers don't seem to care about that too much.
And a local story on a major financial scam that went on in this town in recent years that hasn't fully played out. With the perp's interest in all my financial transactions, and all things related to that, I cannot help but think that they had a hand in this one, among the very population that has been helping them for the most part. Their unmitigated gall to fuck the individuals in the city that bends over backwards surely takes the cake for being supreme jerks. I wonder how they drew up the victims list; perhaps these people of some means refused to cooperate in some way. As I type this up a whole lot of outside vehicle beeping and overhead clunking is going on, so it is time to give this one a rest for now, and not ponder how the perps keep this city and its residents cooperative, and yet go on fuckover rampages that most anyone involved with them could surely figure out that their dark hands were likely likely guiding, of not explicitly controlling such events. Again, I have no model as to why the perps are involved in financial matters from an observational perspective, and I can only offer that they are looking for some kind of intrinsic "psi" energies they want to identify and quantify. The timing of the above Ian Thow story is also suspicious, as it begins (2003) when the perps had driven me back to this city, and continued while the harassment went on (2005). And how the better financial minds got suckered into this one is another aspect that I will leave for the moment. And as I am getting jabbed underfoot by some unseen force field, and children's voices can be overheard in the hallway, I should call off this news item review for now.
1730h
A sudden onset of rain at this time, the dusk duration for which the perps devote much attention to, as there are some physiological processes in the human body that react to an absence of light. Which tells me that the perps are still working on this, and this might be the reason they have had me listen to music after dark mostly, and not before. It just "seems" to work out that way, and in my tightly orchestrated and controlled life, there are no random moments or ungoverned recurring patterns. Thats my theory, and no one else has any interest in all these phenomenon, let alone come close to explaining all it and the interaction associations.
1925h
A bizarre clicking noise has started up, as if someone were turning of a bank of light switches one by one. I put on my earmuffs to deal this this soft noise, and lo, if the same noise didn't somehow penetrate this 26dB noise reduction hearing protection. And yet, the noise wasn't that loud to begin with. Very curious.
The evening time rain has come on, and still the noise of roaring motorcycles continues to fill the air. There is a game going on, possibly started by the perps, as there are in fact very few who choose to ride a motorcycle in the rain, and if they do, they do so very carefully. And so the perps had me notice this anomaly everytime; rainy weather = no motorcycles (by noise). Yesterday they planted one in front of me in the wet weather when walking back from gym class, and now, the perps have given themselves a carte blanche to put on motorcycle noise in today's rain. A very curious sequence of events to say the least. As always, "I" ask the question as to who do they think they are fooling, and how do they know when they are? Plenty of debate can be had with this question given the right company.
And some photographs from yesterday, also noting that some did not even get stored, or were deleted. Of note were two portly gangstalkers both wearing dark blue jackest were walking 40' ahead of me on the concrete sidewalk, who then cross the side road as it entered the thoroughfare street. They get to the opposite curb edge of the side street, and jointly and with a minumum of fuss, turn around and walk straight toward me covering their most recent tracks on the ashpalt surfaced side street first. One was wearing a green cotton T-shirt, and the other was wearing a red cotton T-shirt. Like a surreal movie, especially executing that "joint" about face and waking back.
On with the pictures, some coming out blurred again for no reason but perp fuckery.
The "Plastic Bag Man" comes to visit, some 100' away this time. Behind is the roadworks job, pulling up the street block I lived on from 05-2005 to 08-2006. Also behind is a yellow-green dayglo dressed flagperson, though none of them need to be there, as they don't have an active role.
A very elaborate setup; two two-tone vehicles of identical color burgundy/silver-grey color scheme with a blue vehicle between them. Also note the meter heads have been pulled off the street parking, now for over a month.
Nothing too odd about this, just a tourist shot of the street works that are going on, more advancement in ripping up more streets that I do, or recently did, traverse on my regular beat.
Next E. block and back to the burgundy color scheme again, though only single colors. This could be considered an emulation of the above photo with the two tone vehicles, this with a blue lamp pillar between them instead of a blue vehicle.
Further up the street a foursome combination of two identical reds with blue vehicle ahead of the lead red vehicle, and a dark green vehicle between them.
Same vehicles, just the latter portion of the foursome vehicle cluster; the two identical red colored vehicles, the dark green one between them, and a metallic teal blue/green vehicle on the opposite side of the street.
Back to this location again, always set up for silver-grey, grey and white vehicles, both mobile and parked. Two mobile silver-grey vehicles, the Volvo V70 in a slightly darker tone, one parked silver-grey close to the mobile cluster and one more further back in the parked file, between the pickup truck and the blue Mini.
A cluster of two white vehicles, and a tan or golden metallic finish SUV behind them. Another white vehicle making a right turn behind the lead white sedan. This same location at this intersection, had a cluster of six silver-grey vehicles coming from the opposite direction on my way back, pictured in a later blog.
More white vehicle clustering white waiting at the same intersection, and not including the white vehicles in the above photo. A red and a green were thrown into the mix, a common color association the perps repeat.
This was too easy; a setup to goad me into taking a picture of the postman, usually an operative going by their frequency of appearences. A red vehicle "sandwich" with two near-identical metallic tan sedans side by side.
2245h
Time to call this blog posting done for the day, and see how much sleep I get, likely timed for the small S. kitchen window narrow sunlight beams. This was likely behind today's late start, and this perp timing and feature has been blogged now three times in a week if recall correctly, now remotely fuckable by the same organization.
Today's title reflects this morning's hijinx, as the perps have a problem with their remote energy assay activity of me with the normal morning routine of showering and shaving. One has to only see how much maser action I get that is attendant to these activities to know that they are seriously sucking wind in their ability to fathom all the energetic aspects of these functions.
So today, in combination with my in-town brother, they ensured that I was not permitted to undertake this part of my morning routine. I had an arrangement with him to phone when I was ready for pick up in the morning to then proceed to our parent's place to move large rugs and the associated underlay, all to accomodate the recent arrival of a new living room rug at my parent's place, mentioned in a past blog posting.
I was screwed into a 9.5 hour sleep, getting up at 0930h, a total piss-off to start the day. The mellifluous apartment manager was on his cellphone in the hallway when I was awakening, and this noise source covered me from awakening to getting dressed. Then on with breakfast and then my brother phoned on the intercom, having already driven over without prior notice, and was waiting for me he said. "I" (read, mind-controlled me) gave him a 15 minute wait time, knowing that showering and shaving weren't going to fit into this schedule. Having been shown my unique comb forward hairdo I get every morning, I then "decided" to only wash my hair in the bathtub, pinched and twisting to access the spout to wash and rinse my hair. Plus a whole lot of added water drops flew off my head, but I did finally succeed, not bothering with conditioner either. Then on with the usual dental hygeine, and I was ready, or sort of, compared to most mornings.
When I went to the elevators to depart, the apartment manager was back on voice-over duty at the elevators in the hallway, on his cellphone and doing his bit to make like he was discussing real tenancy issues. Then his sidekick of 10-15-2007 whom I also met in the elevator then, emerged from the corner of the hallway, who then walked toward me and then backed off and turned around to "join" the manager. This sidekick, who makes no bones about doing nothing but loiter around for no apparent reason, save gangstalking, was dressed in blue, has white hair and a trimmed white beard. There must be some reason the perps are "featuring" this particular size, age and appearance of this operative, though I have no reason why. He doesn't fit the geriatric profile, nor of the obese demographic the perps like to inundate me with, so there must be some reason to attach this creep to the manager, and then have him loiter in his midst each time. (Twice in a week so far, and the manager had been unseen and unheard for weeks before this).
As with 10-14-2007, my brother offered no reason as to why he "escalated" his side of the agreement to meet, and had all this time to wait, when he "needed" to visit another potential garage or estate sale enroute to our parent's place. As it "happened", he drove the route that I walk to the regular gym I use, and stopped at an apartment block that fronts onto this thoroughfare. I waited inside his white van, and read the supplied newspapers, marvelled at the arrangements of the parked vehicles in their colors that the perps arrange for me, and he was back out in no time. Then onto our parent's place where no one was home, my mother being out and at an appointment, which was stated to be the "impasse"/excuse as to why we couldn't do this today. Now we could all of a sudden. No matter, I got nothing but time on my hands, and the weather was warm.
As I type this, the perps are sabotaging my keystrokes and jerking around where the cursor is, new keyboard be damned.
Anyhow, to make a long story short, we moved the original living room carpet of 30 to 40 years ago and rolled it up. We took the old living room carpet that was still rolled up there and moved it outside to then lay it out to then remove the green rubber underlay and placed that in my brother's white trades van. After the furniture shuffling was done, we had laid the old living room carpet to the den, placing it where its successor once was, and moved furniture in the living room to then accomodate the prior furniture removal we had done three days ago. All very complicated, like a Rubic's Cube of furniture movements, with some items having over four decades of family use.
The perps jerked around the lie of the carpet we were rolling out, and then had my brother act like a idiot and adjust it's postion so it couldn't be unrolled without snagging something. Then, per usual, they got me cranked up and pissed off with him, and created a succession of dumbshit moves to keep elevating "my" (read, mind-controlled emotional state) annoyance with his deliberate farting around. He seemed to take this in stride, and no doubt it had been rehearsed. These "outbursts" are almost required by the perps anytime I see him for any duration. It is almost an everytime event, and he gets the role of stoking the problem. I don't know anyone who has a better handle on the physicality of furniture and all things practical than my in-town brother, and here he was acting like a dumbshit cowboy. Just to think, the perps have been cranking me on this angle for a lifetime and are still at it. Fucking sick.
There were other feints and dodges he got into to ensure that I was to know that there was family involvement with the perps, and the final deal was that he "needed" to go out of town after this for yet another garage sale event, so he couldn't drop me off at my place, and I had to take the bus back. And lo, if the travelling freakshow wasn't ready for me there. The theme color today was blue; the decor of the bus, the blue plastic recycle boxes at the curbside in a strange change of the pickup day from Mondays to Wednesdays, and a blue shirted PE class running along the main thoroughfare the bus took into town. I got plenty of blue dressed gangstalkers seated around me in this over-populous bus, and then they brought operative gangstalkers with these hideous red translucent plastic bags, under the cover story of it being "shopping". There is something about this color and its properties the perps know I don't like, and yet they are doing this almost everytime I am out, introducing this particular plastic bag color into my proximity. In the 10-15-2007 blog they did the same, when transiting from my ride to the elevator, putting this same bag type and color on show in a bizarrely elaborate hand off from one male black leather jacketed operative to a female operative with the same leather jacket color and style. Not my problem, so why am I being chased all over town with this dumbshit routine?
The all-quiet order is out; there has been an uncanny silence while typing this, and perhaps it is time to wrap this one up and start on the tea and chocolate games that are the perp's re-introduced routine for the afternoon.
1515h
I was allowed to phone in for a rare harassment victim's conference call last night, the "impetus" being that a near-local TI whom I have been in contact with was on as the guest speaker. And wouldn't you know, she got cut off some 10 minutes into her talk, and after a few minutes, was allowed to reconnect and call back in to resume. She recommends to "love your perps", even wave to them, and take the organized harassment message out there, and make it public. And for us TI's to not react to the insults, incursions and harassment games. I have yet to hear from an email I sent her, but the question I had is that if the perps are controlling one's reactions and emotional state as they appear to be doing to me, then how does one know if one is taking independent reaction or not, and acting contrary to what the perp's intended script?
She and I have had a few phone discussions, and I haven't met her in person, but it would seem to me that there are many hundreds, if not thousands of TI's that are being overtly harassed, and that each of one is on a particular script to fulfil the perp's objectives. There is more to this that I won't get into, but it does make me laugh at times when someone in this situation insists that they are resisting mind-control and have a recipie to do just this. Unless one arranges themselves in a constantly randomly changing magnetic field, possibly wearing some highly reflective clothing (e.g. sheilding metal fibers in the material), I cannot see how one can not succumb to the perp's targeted energies and the mind-control script they have planned. Just my opinion on all of this.
1645h
Four loud mufflered vehicles in succession, about two minutes apart each. All for some reason, and it is highly structured, as there hadn't been much of this all afternoon until after tea and chocolate (read, perp brown food obsession). Now the overhead rumbling and thumping has started up, also another first for today, and now hallway sourced coughing and spluttering too. And the evening time dinginess is also coming on, it will be time to turn on the lights soon. A noiseflurry of obvious timing, right after the scripted teatime.
Here are some news items that I wanted to bring into the dialog, and sound off on with my experience of being the perp whipping boy for over five years now, the testament to their utter thanklessness of being a covert target for a 47 year lifetime before they outed themselves to reveal their psychopathic organizational traits. And the same goes for all the asshole shills who have joined them; live this life for two weeks and see if you would of cooperated.
And mixing both the perp's propensity for toilet games and all things to do with their obsession over shit, and their abilities to curtail one's democratic citizens rights, here is a news item that has someone being cited for swearing over a blocked toilet. Assuming this is not a spoofed news story for my benefit, it has that ring of perp involvement; toilet overflow games, a high degree of victim emotional duress, and that the perps would have one's civil liberties impinged upon for just that. And it has been true in the past, the perps have sabotaged me taking a shit nearly everytime since 2003, flooding and blocking the toilet, and using the plunger to relieve the impasse, sometimes for over 20 minutes time, all to have someone else "help". (This at the last rooming house). And not having any choice in how I react, there was plenty of swearing, and reaction, and it just goes to show that their juvenility remains their most persistent trait. No doubt this story was created, and the news item planted upon me for some kind of resonant reaction for the perps to read in my mind, as I contend they have realtime neural monitoring and access to anyone they select. Along the way, other's lives get trashed too, and the fuckers don't seem to care about that too much.
And a local story on a major financial scam that went on in this town in recent years that hasn't fully played out. With the perp's interest in all my financial transactions, and all things related to that, I cannot help but think that they had a hand in this one, among the very population that has been helping them for the most part. Their unmitigated gall to fuck the individuals in the city that bends over backwards surely takes the cake for being supreme jerks. I wonder how they drew up the victims list; perhaps these people of some means refused to cooperate in some way. As I type this up a whole lot of outside vehicle beeping and overhead clunking is going on, so it is time to give this one a rest for now, and not ponder how the perps keep this city and its residents cooperative, and yet go on fuckover rampages that most anyone involved with them could surely figure out that their dark hands were likely likely guiding, of not explicitly controlling such events. Again, I have no model as to why the perps are involved in financial matters from an observational perspective, and I can only offer that they are looking for some kind of intrinsic "psi" energies they want to identify and quantify. The timing of the above Ian Thow story is also suspicious, as it begins (2003) when the perps had driven me back to this city, and continued while the harassment went on (2005). And how the better financial minds got suckered into this one is another aspect that I will leave for the moment. And as I am getting jabbed underfoot by some unseen force field, and children's voices can be overheard in the hallway, I should call off this news item review for now.
1730h
A sudden onset of rain at this time, the dusk duration for which the perps devote much attention to, as there are some physiological processes in the human body that react to an absence of light. Which tells me that the perps are still working on this, and this might be the reason they have had me listen to music after dark mostly, and not before. It just "seems" to work out that way, and in my tightly orchestrated and controlled life, there are no random moments or ungoverned recurring patterns. Thats my theory, and no one else has any interest in all these phenomenon, let alone come close to explaining all it and the interaction associations.
1925h
A bizarre clicking noise has started up, as if someone were turning of a bank of light switches one by one. I put on my earmuffs to deal this this soft noise, and lo, if the same noise didn't somehow penetrate this 26dB noise reduction hearing protection. And yet, the noise wasn't that loud to begin with. Very curious.
The evening time rain has come on, and still the noise of roaring motorcycles continues to fill the air. There is a game going on, possibly started by the perps, as there are in fact very few who choose to ride a motorcycle in the rain, and if they do, they do so very carefully. And so the perps had me notice this anomaly everytime; rainy weather = no motorcycles (by noise). Yesterday they planted one in front of me in the wet weather when walking back from gym class, and now, the perps have given themselves a carte blanche to put on motorcycle noise in today's rain. A very curious sequence of events to say the least. As always, "I" ask the question as to who do they think they are fooling, and how do they know when they are? Plenty of debate can be had with this question given the right company.
And some photographs from yesterday, also noting that some did not even get stored, or were deleted. Of note were two portly gangstalkers both wearing dark blue jackest were walking 40' ahead of me on the concrete sidewalk, who then cross the side road as it entered the thoroughfare street. They get to the opposite curb edge of the side street, and jointly and with a minumum of fuss, turn around and walk straight toward me covering their most recent tracks on the ashpalt surfaced side street first. One was wearing a green cotton T-shirt, and the other was wearing a red cotton T-shirt. Like a surreal movie, especially executing that "joint" about face and waking back.
On with the pictures, some coming out blurred again for no reason but perp fuckery.
The "Plastic Bag Man" comes to visit, some 100' away this time. Behind is the roadworks job, pulling up the street block I lived on from 05-2005 to 08-2006. Also behind is a yellow-green dayglo dressed flagperson, though none of them need to be there, as they don't have an active role.
A very elaborate setup; two two-tone vehicles of identical color burgundy/silver-grey color scheme with a blue vehicle between them. Also note the meter heads have been pulled off the street parking, now for over a month.
Nothing too odd about this, just a tourist shot of the street works that are going on, more advancement in ripping up more streets that I do, or recently did, traverse on my regular beat.
Next E. block and back to the burgundy color scheme again, though only single colors. This could be considered an emulation of the above photo with the two tone vehicles, this with a blue lamp pillar between them instead of a blue vehicle.
Further up the street a foursome combination of two identical reds with blue vehicle ahead of the lead red vehicle, and a dark green vehicle between them.
Same vehicles, just the latter portion of the foursome vehicle cluster; the two identical red colored vehicles, the dark green one between them, and a metallic teal blue/green vehicle on the opposite side of the street.
Back to this location again, always set up for silver-grey, grey and white vehicles, both mobile and parked. Two mobile silver-grey vehicles, the Volvo V70 in a slightly darker tone, one parked silver-grey close to the mobile cluster and one more further back in the parked file, between the pickup truck and the blue Mini.
A cluster of two white vehicles, and a tan or golden metallic finish SUV behind them. Another white vehicle making a right turn behind the lead white sedan. This same location at this intersection, had a cluster of six silver-grey vehicles coming from the opposite direction on my way back, pictured in a later blog.
More white vehicle clustering white waiting at the same intersection, and not including the white vehicles in the above photo. A red and a green were thrown into the mix, a common color association the perps repeat.
This was too easy; a setup to goad me into taking a picture of the postman, usually an operative going by their frequency of appearences. A red vehicle "sandwich" with two near-identical metallic tan sedans side by side.
2245h
Time to call this blog posting done for the day, and see how much sleep I get, likely timed for the small S. kitchen window narrow sunlight beams. This was likely behind today's late start, and this perp timing and feature has been blogged now three times in a week if recall correctly, now remotely fuckable by the same organization.
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