1000h
The heightened noise assault continues as I type; a burst of drilling noise overhead just erupted. That is, a 12" thick concrete floor/ceiling, and besides, it should be carpeted like all the other suites, and who needs to drill holes in their floor anyhow? Only in TI World it seems, where nothing it what it seems. Now, tapping noise has started up from above.
And it has been a busy morning for noise, even before I got up at 0800h, the tapping noise variants took their turns; slow tapping of hollow wood beams, then soild wood beams, then a generalized tapping and finally moving on to metal tapping with a ringing noise sound decay. Yessir, everything from a woodwork shop to a blacksmiths outside if one took the noises at face value. [interuption for high speed drill sound, another variant on the overhead drilling noise]. But, as mentioned many times, there is no plausible source for all these noises, never mind their timing. Some construction about a half block away, a steel-concrete building, and as a minor expert on construction noise, there are precious few wood beams to be tapping on that kind of job, never mind throughout the day, every day. So... as always, and like other Ti's experiences, it appears that these noises are fabricated from the ether in some demonic method by remotely located means. Nothing new there.
The usual pattern is to examine prior and upcoming events to see what might be so different for the sickos that they go overboard on noise inundation. What was different was using a silver grey handled razor with a black plastic colored blade insert instead of the disposable navey blue colored razors. What are the bets on black vehicles being arranged outside upon my building exit to yoga at 1110h" We shall see.
And a forced pee with another outburst of drilling noise while peeing, seeming related to the above drilling events given the subject of the shaving. Now a tapping attack from outside; this is a major moment of noise confluence as well as "self touches", the seeming prime moment for the noise eruptions.
Other action were some very strange dreams before awakening; swim meets in substandard length pools, military personnel encounters, and dialog with the ex. I swam with Master's Swim Clubs for 15 years, though I don't now, so the swimming motif is nothing new. But this is the second night in succession that they are injecting military personnel in my dreams, and where would there be any reference to that? As mentioned in past blog postings, there is a period of memory deleted years from age 2 to 5, and who knows what took place, but the perps have been highly consistent from the begining of the overt abuse in 2002 about introducing such parties into the gangstalker scene.
1315h
Back from yoga, had lunch, and a online game over screwing me over a password change, telling me after the fact that it had to be 6 to 9 characters, and then screwing me again by not letting me change it. After a phone call, replete with overhead pounding noise and outside tapping, I find out that it has to be a mixture of letters and numbers 6 to 9 long. And wouldn't you know, the usual password is x characters (within range), and then adding numbers makes it longer than 9 characters, effectively screwing me over using my regular password variations. The noise stalking going on while dealing with this fuckery, and while being on the phone (active EMF device at my ear and mouth), tells me that this whole fucking stupidity over passwords is a big deal. The assholes are extra active whenever I put in my password for debit cards, so it isn't too much of a stretch to figure out what is going on, this time aided in some way (it would seem) by yoga stretches beforehand. They cannot get enough spinal stretches around me anytime I am out.
1330h
More overhead pounding as I print and write out the new password. Never was the truncation of one digit ever so important to so many with so little acknowledged presence. Just another window into the insane levels of minutiae the sickos go through, putting me and every thought and event through a microscope for their own ends, whatever that is. One digit less in a usual password variant sends them into raptures of overhead pounding and outside metal bashing, (new tapping noise variant), along with this functional decomposition. Thursdays, yoga days that is, are begining to rival Mondays for extra perp activity, along with the getting stupider rubric.
1435h
One hour later, still the tapping noise cacaphony in all its variation (tapping of wood, metals, etc.). Now the power saw noise has erupted as I type this, possibly because the perps seem to have this noise pegged in that I have used them in the past, and have been subject to one chainsaw stalking event, where the Fuckit came from an empty lot, crossed the street some 100' ahead of me, placed the chainsaw in mid-field, and then retraced his steps back to the empty lot. By the time I got to see into this lot, about a minute later, there was no one there. I posted pictures of this chainsaw in midfileld, nowhere near a tree or any supporting landscaping activity, and it remains one of the all time dumbshit events that I have witnessed in the past 7.5 years of overt harassment. Now the siren noises are chiming in, adding to the noisescape as they carefully grow it with known and long running noise types.
1440h
Still on the noise front, a jackhammering job has started up outside, not far away. This might have the advantage of supplying noise along with digging up concrete that I may have walked on. As mentioned in past blog postings, the perps have obsessions as to where I walk, and with concrete as a substance, hounding me with redi-mix trucks as one example. On with the noise show, and leading up to having a midafternoon tea and chocolate feed.
1545h
The post tea and chocolate room dimming is coming upon me, with tapping noises near nonstop, and a re emulating noises/overhead floor knockings overhead.
And I see they delivered a blue dumpster in the street outside on the wrong side of the road and in the bus stop. The inanity never ends.
I don't know what it is about dimming daylight conditions that makes the perps go beserk, but it is a near given, especially with brown colored stomach contents.
1510h
The FBI orders pizza while at a psychiatric hospital, not knowing they were taped. A little levity in this all too grim existence. Thanks to 9-11, Mother of All Black Operations for this one.
The mid afternoon dinginess has started along with outside clanging and hallway voices passing by. Time to do the lights on schtick again.
2245h
More PC sabotage earlier tonight when at my Oracle DBA course; the taskbar at the bottom didn't show the minimized tasks, they just went poof, gone. I asked the instructor about it and he said he didn't know how to alter the task bar in Linux, and said my PC had "spooks on it". Thats a given, but making light of this desperate plight of total potential sabotage, software, hardware and any object or activity of any kind, it isn't funny. So..., I had to keep all the PC open windows in play, but fortunely RH Linux has an upper right hand icon command of minimizing the open window to make it smaller and not full screen. Or at least, it had that command for me tonight. And constant password sabotage every time I try log in as "SYS" the database's highest authority when I had reset it two classes ago and had tested it.
I had my usual coterie of Fuckwits around me, having just eaten a sausage I cooked up only 30 minutes prior to setting off. This was cooked by using the new (01-2010) and unused glass potlid over top of the three sausages cooking together to prevent spatter from flying all over. Don't ask me how I cooked the last sausages as I didn't have the spatter problem, nor did I have a potlid on hand. As cooking sausages is a once per year event, it would be unlikely I would recall the details, never mind the constant cognitive and recall sabotage that passes for "normal" now.
I was wrong about the black ganstalkers on the way and back from yoga; the emphasis was on red colored clothing and vehicles, though with black as part of the color scheme for clothing at least. Ditto for tonight; black and red dressed gangstalkers, and one Fuckwit who tailed me for a whole block at my usual breakneck walking speed wearing a black leather jacket over a black and red checkered shirt. The perps are also pumped for keeping me talking while on the bus. A Korean student wanted to practice his English on me when on the outbound trip, and likely too, to distract me from obseving the E. Indian one stop bus trip nonsense that was on again. (An elderly E. Indian couple gets on for a one bus stop duration trip when they could of easily walked it, every time since 01-21-2010 when I started the evening course, each Tuesday and Thursday).
Then when inbound after class, one of my class mates was on the bus and I talked to him for some 10 minutes or so before he departed, while my black and white and camo dressed Fuckwit crowd was all around me.
More overhead floor/ceiling knockings concurrently with bus whine noise from outside, just as I read the links above. Which explains the name dropping that goies on all the time, as it seems there is something pyschically intrinsic about them, or anyones's name for that matter, that the sickos want to detect by having me under the neural energy microscope all the time.
Enough nattering, and I am calling this one done for the day.
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Thursday, February 11, 2010
Monday, April 21, 2008
Predictable Income Tax Jerkaround
1450h
I got my income tax results back, and lo, if the same fuckup didn't "happen" as last year. Somehow, my income was doubled, and now I am said to owe some $2,400 in income tax payments. Been there, done that, last year. The identical "mistake" on the government's end, as my prinout of my statements was correct. I cannot image how any agency can presume to unilaterally double my income for the year without first evaluating the tax return to note that there are two identical sources of income, and how possible could that be? No, I suspect there is a branch office of the income tax that is run by the perps, and loves to jerk specifically harassed, and probably others, by making up this bullshit to contend with. And when the poor schmuck is dealing with the problem, then crank up the "environmental" noise.
On this topic, I have railed before; four income tax re-assessments in four years, all over the same details, and the same documentation was provided in each instance. Not one of my letters of complaint was answered. Now that I am on the most simplest of income sources, a single disability source, they "decide" that enough fuckery hasn't gone down, so lets play games like doubling his income and then pissing him off, along with the typo sabotage that is going on while this is being written. That makes six years of income tax return jerkarounds out of six years of being harassed by gangstalkers, noise and extra-conventional application of physical forces, and related mind control games. It is time the fucking assholes jerking with my life got one of their own and paid me out, just like the quislings and operatives.
Another stayover at my parent's place and some gardening activity in the morning. Instead of the neighbors cranking up their chainsaws, the lawn cutting outfit arrived outside after I had finished, and was inside. Such a fluke, these strange dudes arriving immediately afterward, while I was in the house. This would suggest that they are attempting to neurally map my brain energetics when outside, to that of being inside to the same noise, chainsaw, or other small 2 cycle engine noise.
1815h
The income tax fuckery has gone two more rounds before having dinner, and it isn't over yet. I logged in to my online tax account, rectified the "error" and then the display kept cycling, indicating there was an error when there wasn't. It would not accept the corrected amount, and lo, if that didn't then morph into a phone call that had a busy signal, and still does, a half hour later. More fucking games to extend this banality all the more, and to no doubt have the papers from my file box, my printer, and the income tax people get placed into a stack to be later dealt with. The sickos cannot get enough of having papers from differing sources intermingle. And when I was attempting to rectify the problem, the glass bottle bashing started up in the hallway. Such a fluke that. There was a big run-up in noise flurries beforehand, and it is still continuing. The perps also rage-ified me when making dinner, sending me to the wrong drawer twice, planting the wrong syntax while I was complaining (subverting my word choice), and are still keeping up the noise from outside.
And Mondays are becoming the big Fuckover days of the week, and are extended to Tuesdays I learned last week by keeping me in a light REM sleep for the night, if allowed sleep at all. Then on with a full force of gangstalkers on Tuesday, especially at the gym if it is going to be like last week. It was totally nuts, and they kept obstructing me at every turn, and even planted their operatives to create a scene. (It was the Fatfuck attempting to usurp the equipment I was on).
Back to doing squat again with the noise games.
1930h
It is the day to be antagonized it seems; more games of turning text into a creeping bug onscreen, overpound pounding, albeit gently applied (concrete ceiling floor, recall), more of the plasma "reflectance" off the opposite tower, this time penetrating the curtains, the "red men" (clothed) outside when making a very brief glance out, plenty of red colors on the web pages, tapping overhead (carpeted floors in this building), and a host of other perturbations, the latest being cooling me and this apartment down. The last time they pulled this, the heater "somehow" didn't work, even if the thermostat appeared to be.
2115h
A fleeting planted look of red colored text on this page when it is always black colored. The perps are on a red color "surge" today, and there has been many instances of the noises occuring the instant a new web page containing red colored images displays. Other related harassment has been jabbing me in the back at that same instant of red color display.
2355h
I have been listening to some more of the early Mike Wallace interviews, this one of Maj. Donald E. Keyhoe of UFO research fame. And interesting man, and very credible; Wallace assailed him, and began to look foolish, and then backed off. And while listening, the outside noises continued, overhead pounding, and the headphones clicked all by themselves, physically, not through the transducers. The perps like magnets to be around my head at times, and if one to witness the plethora of headphone wearing gangstalkers in public, it would seem that this offers some advantages to the assholes.
Time to blog off and call this day done. And one prediction; at least two hours of being kept awake before getting to sleep, and maybe a light REM sleep only like last week with an onslaught of gangstalking to follow.
I got my income tax results back, and lo, if the same fuckup didn't "happen" as last year. Somehow, my income was doubled, and now I am said to owe some $2,400 in income tax payments. Been there, done that, last year. The identical "mistake" on the government's end, as my prinout of my statements was correct. I cannot image how any agency can presume to unilaterally double my income for the year without first evaluating the tax return to note that there are two identical sources of income, and how possible could that be? No, I suspect there is a branch office of the income tax that is run by the perps, and loves to jerk specifically harassed, and probably others, by making up this bullshit to contend with. And when the poor schmuck is dealing with the problem, then crank up the "environmental" noise.
On this topic, I have railed before; four income tax re-assessments in four years, all over the same details, and the same documentation was provided in each instance. Not one of my letters of complaint was answered. Now that I am on the most simplest of income sources, a single disability source, they "decide" that enough fuckery hasn't gone down, so lets play games like doubling his income and then pissing him off, along with the typo sabotage that is going on while this is being written. That makes six years of income tax return jerkarounds out of six years of being harassed by gangstalkers, noise and extra-conventional application of physical forces, and related mind control games. It is time the fucking assholes jerking with my life got one of their own and paid me out, just like the quislings and operatives.
Another stayover at my parent's place and some gardening activity in the morning. Instead of the neighbors cranking up their chainsaws, the lawn cutting outfit arrived outside after I had finished, and was inside. Such a fluke, these strange dudes arriving immediately afterward, while I was in the house. This would suggest that they are attempting to neurally map my brain energetics when outside, to that of being inside to the same noise, chainsaw, or other small 2 cycle engine noise.
1815h
The income tax fuckery has gone two more rounds before having dinner, and it isn't over yet. I logged in to my online tax account, rectified the "error" and then the display kept cycling, indicating there was an error when there wasn't. It would not accept the corrected amount, and lo, if that didn't then morph into a phone call that had a busy signal, and still does, a half hour later. More fucking games to extend this banality all the more, and to no doubt have the papers from my file box, my printer, and the income tax people get placed into a stack to be later dealt with. The sickos cannot get enough of having papers from differing sources intermingle. And when I was attempting to rectify the problem, the glass bottle bashing started up in the hallway. Such a fluke that. There was a big run-up in noise flurries beforehand, and it is still continuing. The perps also rage-ified me when making dinner, sending me to the wrong drawer twice, planting the wrong syntax while I was complaining (subverting my word choice), and are still keeping up the noise from outside.
And Mondays are becoming the big Fuckover days of the week, and are extended to Tuesdays I learned last week by keeping me in a light REM sleep for the night, if allowed sleep at all. Then on with a full force of gangstalkers on Tuesday, especially at the gym if it is going to be like last week. It was totally nuts, and they kept obstructing me at every turn, and even planted their operatives to create a scene. (It was the Fatfuck attempting to usurp the equipment I was on).
Back to doing squat again with the noise games.
1930h
It is the day to be antagonized it seems; more games of turning text into a creeping bug onscreen, overpound pounding, albeit gently applied (concrete ceiling floor, recall), more of the plasma "reflectance" off the opposite tower, this time penetrating the curtains, the "red men" (clothed) outside when making a very brief glance out, plenty of red colors on the web pages, tapping overhead (carpeted floors in this building), and a host of other perturbations, the latest being cooling me and this apartment down. The last time they pulled this, the heater "somehow" didn't work, even if the thermostat appeared to be.
2115h
A fleeting planted look of red colored text on this page when it is always black colored. The perps are on a red color "surge" today, and there has been many instances of the noises occuring the instant a new web page containing red colored images displays. Other related harassment has been jabbing me in the back at that same instant of red color display.
2355h
I have been listening to some more of the early Mike Wallace interviews, this one of Maj. Donald E. Keyhoe of UFO research fame. And interesting man, and very credible; Wallace assailed him, and began to look foolish, and then backed off. And while listening, the outside noises continued, overhead pounding, and the headphones clicked all by themselves, physically, not through the transducers. The perps like magnets to be around my head at times, and if one to witness the plethora of headphone wearing gangstalkers in public, it would seem that this offers some advantages to the assholes.
Time to blog off and call this day done. And one prediction; at least two hours of being kept awake before getting to sleep, and maybe a light REM sleep only like last week with an onslaught of gangstalking to follow.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Distant Chainsaws
1040h
It is morning time, and the perps are running the chainsaw noise for the second day in succession. It is a noise that is long familiar to me, from running them, including large models for chainsaw milling, to rural land ownership where someone seemed to always running one from a distance. And so, these planted noises of the past are being utilized again, possibly to associate and correlate my energetic signature from a distance. That is, from wherever the chainsaw is located to the apartment location I am at. Taking on the impossible has not bothered the perps any, given that they are hounding me over red and brown plasma flashes for over five years, all to remediate the trauma based neural associations they created in my development years, IMHO.
It is not like they have a deadline, as these are the assholes who make them for everyone else, and that just might include the capitulation of the US Democratic party's wish to impose deadlines for the government's involvement in the wretched and needless morass of Iraq, where sustained insurrection was guaranteed by not securing the armories until three weeks after invading. That is my understanding of how much of this began, and I could well be incorrect on that account. So perhaps the Democratic Congressional leaders got a visit from the MIB's, or whatever form they take in those quarters, with a threat to comply or else. This Iraq War, the entire Bush cabinet rationales, and now the Democratic Congress backing off doesn't make any sense except in light of some other kind of externally imposed order and objectives, IMHO. I could be fairly accused of being excessively dark and conspiratorial about this, but has anyone got a plausible meta-model for the fabrications, strange behaviors, the utterly senseless hubristic cowboyism, fawning Democrats and the intractable inability in the face of public opposition to end this pointless debacle? Not that I am aware of, and I did get noisestalking as I typed up the above word "war".
1335h
I just got a zapping with the overhead rumbling noise, and was obliged to rant out loud over that, as the perps make sure the impact is unsettling. They have started up the chainsaw noise after lunch again, likely to keep me noisetracked from the before and after lunch continuity perspective.
My ex-wife came to pick up the CD deck and speakers for my car, now my daughter's car. These went mysteriously missing from my parents place and "showed up" in a box two days ago that had been packed before the above mentioned stereo components went missing. How the perps managed that I don't know, but it did happen, and occured before they could fuck my recall at will, which became a issue in the latter part of 2006, and continues at present. So, in essence, the vehicle turnover readiness work I had intended for this time last year, was allowed to be completed a year later when these car stereo components "surfaced". And it does strongly suggest that the fuckers had this little feint all planned over a year ago. And futhermore, that my daughter became eligible to drive in 2006, turning 16 y.o. at the same time as I needed to get rid of my vehicle owing to financial considerations, which suggests even more long term planning of my affairs, even going back to the starting year of overt harassment in 2002.
The reason I mention the perp's planning likelihood (above) is they were chasing me all over the place for the four years I owned the 1982 Volvo 245 from 2002 to 2006, and their objective appears to be quantifying all my energetic reactions to the road surfaces of ashphalt and concrete as well as the tire rubber compounds and attached plastics. So who better to assume ownership of this much studied vehicle than a family member as a my surrogate? That is how I see it, as I am quite sure she is getting monitored as much as I am, but I remain the vehicle for their leading edge human energetics research as they are constantly jerking me around and inundating me with noise, gangstalkers, aggravation, strange phenomenon and the rest of their sick games.
Time to give this invective a break as I am getting more vision impairment fuckery in concert with jabs in the ass.
1910h
My time spent bookmarking movies was ended by a one, two jerkaround of unwanted Flash images that Ad Block Plus cannot remove, and then right eye vision impairment fuckery which is still persisting.
The perps fucked me into a two hour nap this afternoon, post tea and chocolate, so that took care of any notions of going anywhere. After an extra hour of sleep last night, their doing, I was in now way needing a nap, especially of that magnitude. And in their wisdom, they send me into a blitzed tate post-nap, a "slept too much" wastedness that is still playing out, even after dinner. Maybe it is time to read a book, though the vision impairment fuckery won't end as they will revel in the comparison of testing that activity for like vision impairment games.
And the outside noise is increasing in volume; the putative noises of 2 cycle motorcycles, unmufflered vehicles, heavy duty vehicles etc. are now noisier for each instance, or at least immediately following dinner. They were coming on at two per minute, but are now rendered as being further away. These are projected noises from their ability to plant noise anywhere they feel like it, even if there is no conventional causal activity.
I see that the perps have also brought a navy blue colored dumpster into the empty lot that is across the street; and after planting another yellow UPak container on the street (the fifth one since May 01 when I moved in), and their abandoned yellow schoolbus in the same empty lot, the dumpster is now filling up with yellow colored signs or like "toss outs". There is no plausible cover story as to where the debris is coming from to fill the dumpster, but as I have mentioned before, they are caring even less about an ostensible source. As mentioned in yesterday's blog, the navy blue color seems to be a "safe color" and they are attempting to "introduce", in the color to energetics interaction sense, the loathed yellow with the "safe" color.
This was apparent yesterday when they put a navy blue dress operative beside me in the Strength Training session with a brown dressed operative on the other side of me. I also note that the perps are dociling me such that I don't have the instant venomous outlook on their obvious operatives and the rest of the fucking gangstalkers. The planted mindset is that "I" now tolerate them coursing around me which would not be the case if left to my own devices and predilections.
2030h
Another forced switch in task, and the noisestalking starts up again, as if there isn't enough of it. The perps are fucking my vision again, intermitently introducing white fuzziness and then backing off. Plus, they like to have my head bob and weave to "avoid" the fuckery which usually abates, though they can apply this noxious harassment as I am moving my head. They like to set up these "reaction" games, and govern how I respond, if not overdoing it sometimes. Currently, there are three loud mufflered vehicles a minute "going by", a ludicrous amount of traffic for this area and time of day, never mind the absurd volume level at six stories up.
2145h
More of the same, plus feeling floaty again, the hackwork of the perps de-energizing my temporal lobes, something they have been consistently fucking with for the last year at least. And as a "floaty" session comes on, so does the vision impairments and loud road traffic noise simultaneously. For doing realtime brain research, all those coincidences add up to looking for specific neural energetic signatures as to what I sense, see, know etc. and the attempt to correlate them to the objects that I see or hear at any given second.
2230h
Some rare peace and quiet for the last half hour; more on-screen games and plasma moving about, often filling in the white spaces on the LCD display. I am getting hammered with typos, so time to call this a wrap.
It is morning time, and the perps are running the chainsaw noise for the second day in succession. It is a noise that is long familiar to me, from running them, including large models for chainsaw milling, to rural land ownership where someone seemed to always running one from a distance. And so, these planted noises of the past are being utilized again, possibly to associate and correlate my energetic signature from a distance. That is, from wherever the chainsaw is located to the apartment location I am at. Taking on the impossible has not bothered the perps any, given that they are hounding me over red and brown plasma flashes for over five years, all to remediate the trauma based neural associations they created in my development years, IMHO.
It is not like they have a deadline, as these are the assholes who make them for everyone else, and that just might include the capitulation of the US Democratic party's wish to impose deadlines for the government's involvement in the wretched and needless morass of Iraq, where sustained insurrection was guaranteed by not securing the armories until three weeks after invading. That is my understanding of how much of this began, and I could well be incorrect on that account. So perhaps the Democratic Congressional leaders got a visit from the MIB's, or whatever form they take in those quarters, with a threat to comply or else. This Iraq War, the entire Bush cabinet rationales, and now the Democratic Congress backing off doesn't make any sense except in light of some other kind of externally imposed order and objectives, IMHO. I could be fairly accused of being excessively dark and conspiratorial about this, but has anyone got a plausible meta-model for the fabrications, strange behaviors, the utterly senseless hubristic cowboyism, fawning Democrats and the intractable inability in the face of public opposition to end this pointless debacle? Not that I am aware of, and I did get noisestalking as I typed up the above word "war".
1335h
I just got a zapping with the overhead rumbling noise, and was obliged to rant out loud over that, as the perps make sure the impact is unsettling. They have started up the chainsaw noise after lunch again, likely to keep me noisetracked from the before and after lunch continuity perspective.
My ex-wife came to pick up the CD deck and speakers for my car, now my daughter's car. These went mysteriously missing from my parents place and "showed up" in a box two days ago that had been packed before the above mentioned stereo components went missing. How the perps managed that I don't know, but it did happen, and occured before they could fuck my recall at will, which became a issue in the latter part of 2006, and continues at present. So, in essence, the vehicle turnover readiness work I had intended for this time last year, was allowed to be completed a year later when these car stereo components "surfaced". And it does strongly suggest that the fuckers had this little feint all planned over a year ago. And futhermore, that my daughter became eligible to drive in 2006, turning 16 y.o. at the same time as I needed to get rid of my vehicle owing to financial considerations, which suggests even more long term planning of my affairs, even going back to the starting year of overt harassment in 2002.
The reason I mention the perp's planning likelihood (above) is they were chasing me all over the place for the four years I owned the 1982 Volvo 245 from 2002 to 2006, and their objective appears to be quantifying all my energetic reactions to the road surfaces of ashphalt and concrete as well as the tire rubber compounds and attached plastics. So who better to assume ownership of this much studied vehicle than a family member as a my surrogate? That is how I see it, as I am quite sure she is getting monitored as much as I am, but I remain the vehicle for their leading edge human energetics research as they are constantly jerking me around and inundating me with noise, gangstalkers, aggravation, strange phenomenon and the rest of their sick games.
Time to give this invective a break as I am getting more vision impairment fuckery in concert with jabs in the ass.
1910h
My time spent bookmarking movies was ended by a one, two jerkaround of unwanted Flash images that Ad Block Plus cannot remove, and then right eye vision impairment fuckery which is still persisting.
The perps fucked me into a two hour nap this afternoon, post tea and chocolate, so that took care of any notions of going anywhere. After an extra hour of sleep last night, their doing, I was in now way needing a nap, especially of that magnitude. And in their wisdom, they send me into a blitzed tate post-nap, a "slept too much" wastedness that is still playing out, even after dinner. Maybe it is time to read a book, though the vision impairment fuckery won't end as they will revel in the comparison of testing that activity for like vision impairment games.
And the outside noise is increasing in volume; the putative noises of 2 cycle motorcycles, unmufflered vehicles, heavy duty vehicles etc. are now noisier for each instance, or at least immediately following dinner. They were coming on at two per minute, but are now rendered as being further away. These are projected noises from their ability to plant noise anywhere they feel like it, even if there is no conventional causal activity.
I see that the perps have also brought a navy blue colored dumpster into the empty lot that is across the street; and after planting another yellow UPak container on the street (the fifth one since May 01 when I moved in), and their abandoned yellow schoolbus in the same empty lot, the dumpster is now filling up with yellow colored signs or like "toss outs". There is no plausible cover story as to where the debris is coming from to fill the dumpster, but as I have mentioned before, they are caring even less about an ostensible source. As mentioned in yesterday's blog, the navy blue color seems to be a "safe color" and they are attempting to "introduce", in the color to energetics interaction sense, the loathed yellow with the "safe" color.
This was apparent yesterday when they put a navy blue dress operative beside me in the Strength Training session with a brown dressed operative on the other side of me. I also note that the perps are dociling me such that I don't have the instant venomous outlook on their obvious operatives and the rest of the fucking gangstalkers. The planted mindset is that "I" now tolerate them coursing around me which would not be the case if left to my own devices and predilections.
2030h
Another forced switch in task, and the noisestalking starts up again, as if there isn't enough of it. The perps are fucking my vision again, intermitently introducing white fuzziness and then backing off. Plus, they like to have my head bob and weave to "avoid" the fuckery which usually abates, though they can apply this noxious harassment as I am moving my head. They like to set up these "reaction" games, and govern how I respond, if not overdoing it sometimes. Currently, there are three loud mufflered vehicles a minute "going by", a ludicrous amount of traffic for this area and time of day, never mind the absurd volume level at six stories up.
2145h
More of the same, plus feeling floaty again, the hackwork of the perps de-energizing my temporal lobes, something they have been consistently fucking with for the last year at least. And as a "floaty" session comes on, so does the vision impairments and loud road traffic noise simultaneously. For doing realtime brain research, all those coincidences add up to looking for specific neural energetic signatures as to what I sense, see, know etc. and the attempt to correlate them to the objects that I see or hear at any given second.
2230h
Some rare peace and quiet for the last half hour; more on-screen games and plasma moving about, often filling in the white spaces on the LCD display. I am getting hammered with typos, so time to call this a wrap.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
A Thousand Points of Light
0930h
Back to front door slamming and room shaking; this infernal affront has started up for another day, and I have 30 more to go in this place, having given my notice in yesterday.
Last night after turning out the lights, there was the entire S. wall lit up in a dull plasmic glow. Upon inspection, this was made up from thousands of very small point sources of light. This was not the first time I have seen this, but likely the first mentioned in this blog. And I have Bush the elder to thank for that metaphor, and it does make me wonder how that came into one of his speeches. I am sure he knows all about this harassment if it is as connected to the squalid Iraq War events as I think it is, as articulated in past blogs.
I was awakened in the night for a grainy picture show, where the appearence of everything takes on this low light condition black and white photograph look. I read somewhere that this is what light would look like if it were slowed down. I cannot vouch for that, as I have no more functional measurement meters, being discouraged by three gaussmeters being fucked with in the past five years so that they don't work. Any measurement device or other electronic device can be disabled remotely I have come to find, right down to always reliable NAD equipment.
1000h
A coughing outbreak with a coincident zapping to piss me off, then follow-on laughing that was forced from the get go, especially its louder than usual volume. No doubt I am due for another round of male jocularity as I haven't had one for weeks.
1130h
An all-quiet order is out, save a few one-of noises. The overhead tromping and floor squeaking noises have returned to mark anything I find interesting and resonant while reading news on the web. Usually they won't let me read longer articles until at least an hour of short pieces, once the noisescape has settled down some.
1150h
Now, the assholes have decided I have been reading too much, and place a floating maser zinger exactly where my right eye focuses and ensure that I am duly annoyed with it to then stop reading that particular story, no matter how engaging it is. There are degrees of engagement with any activity and the assholes find this to be exceptionally fascinating of late. As mentioned above, there is this slow grooming of my attention to written material over the past two hours, and now they have decided that the experiment is over. Time for blogging and putzing again, and on with insubstantial web sites. And as I type this, I am getting the plastic bag rustling outside my door, and now the overhead pounding with some hallway banter. Yesterday's emo case has returned for some reason, and I am sure that it has more to do with the voice mix of the noisescape.
One of the regular noises of yesterday was a chainsaw at least a block away, and it ran for hours. And it so "happens" that I have been long groomed on this one, and have operated this device for many hours in the service of firewood gathering. And even if the neighborhood is mostly concrete towers like the last location, the perps find an excuse to bring operating chainsaws within earshot. It must be a deep limbic brain system (brain stem area) processing or hearing, which might be why I get the odd maser shot in my neck, above my adam's apple.
1210h
The glass bottle bashing act has started up pre-lunchtime, and has also moved in closer for some reason. More smells have also been jammed up my nose, and a minor wind started up around my feet to cool them it seems. Time to put an end to this and make lunch.
1330h
So much for thinking I would catch a break from the noisescape by making and eating lunch. The vacuum cleaning activity started up outside my door for the duration of making lunch with the onset of cheese slicing, another perp fixation that brings extra noise activity. Then it was the power washing, more hallway banter with the vacuum cleaner still going, and more noise that I cannot recall. Then after waiting for it to subside, and eat my lunch, the assholes started up the vacuum cleaner upstairs, and ensured the sound was heard directly overhead. Then it came on again when I was cleaning the dishes, another perp fixation, exactly when I ran the water from this high whining noise faucet, which was immediately shut off. And the assholes coup de gras, the cleaning, rinsing and drying of the frypan, always an object of intense perp interest, was stalked with the electrical extension cord being flipped around in the hallway in closs proximity. Later, when forced to take a piss, there are still white colored scraps outside my door, and that of the next door bathroom. They spent some five minutes vacuuming outside my door and did not pick up all the debris the assholes use for color reference purposes. Unbelievable, but just the routine.
The Sunday-only noise of power washing started up before lunch and is continuing a half hour later, and will continue for a while yet. I surmise that it is a reference noise, a benchmark that they want to continue before, during and after lunch. And another noise that is serving this purpose seems to be the chainsaw noise, a continuation from yesterday.
The glass bashing noise and vibration has started up in response to me being engaged in reading Katharina Wilson's story from Alien Jigsaw, and comparing notes with other abductees. As I am re-reading this from a few days ago, it would seem that the assholes want to track whatever energies that are repetitive, and separate them from others, hoping for some kind of psychic connection between me and who knows what else, the site, author, contents, aliens (perish the thought), abductions (none in my case) and whatever else.
Another Sunday dinner visitation to my parent's place; it was the usual den of gangstalking, feints and lies. And also, more set up games for me to speak at length about a topical item in the news, this time it was the Conrad Black trial in Chicago, a bigger deal fpr Canadians and Brits as that is where he spent the majority of his business career. With all the exposure this case has brought, and all the past exposure in magazines about his business career going back 25 years or more, I often wonder why the perps are keeping him in my knowledge base and re-visiting him with more stories. Do the perps have some kind of surveillance or mind control leverage on him? I won't go there in answering that question, as I don't really know, and sometimes this entire harassment and conspiracy world that appears to exist is even bigger than I imagine. Mind you, I thought that too in 2002 when this started, as it covered work, public activity and clinical staff. Only in late 2002 was I allowed to know it was including family, and these "revelations" seem to be carefully metered. Only in late 2003 was I allowed to know this was a since-birth duration, and not since 1998-9 as "I" thought. (And of course the assholes planted the notion of "how" it began then, totally erroneous of course).
And while I was with the First Feral Family watching TV last night, the plasma and maser show was in full force, no one saying anything of course. And plenty of strong emanations came off the TV, or were otherwise aimed at me, to make me break my gaze. This in addition to my father playing sentry duty, and standing beside the TV, cutting off the view of the wall and curtains. This kind of people blocking and/or guarding of normal views has been more prevalent of late.
And both parents would simultaneously move their feet, or readjust their position, as if they were instructed or controlled to do so. The same fucking pathetic act as everytime, now coming close to four years of these visitations for family gangstalking.
That is enough to blog off, as this is now 04-02-2007, and I will likely start a posting for today's stunts and feints, being a Chicken Run day especially.
Back to front door slamming and room shaking; this infernal affront has started up for another day, and I have 30 more to go in this place, having given my notice in yesterday.
Last night after turning out the lights, there was the entire S. wall lit up in a dull plasmic glow. Upon inspection, this was made up from thousands of very small point sources of light. This was not the first time I have seen this, but likely the first mentioned in this blog. And I have Bush the elder to thank for that metaphor, and it does make me wonder how that came into one of his speeches. I am sure he knows all about this harassment if it is as connected to the squalid Iraq War events as I think it is, as articulated in past blogs.
I was awakened in the night for a grainy picture show, where the appearence of everything takes on this low light condition black and white photograph look. I read somewhere that this is what light would look like if it were slowed down. I cannot vouch for that, as I have no more functional measurement meters, being discouraged by three gaussmeters being fucked with in the past five years so that they don't work. Any measurement device or other electronic device can be disabled remotely I have come to find, right down to always reliable NAD equipment.
1000h
A coughing outbreak with a coincident zapping to piss me off, then follow-on laughing that was forced from the get go, especially its louder than usual volume. No doubt I am due for another round of male jocularity as I haven't had one for weeks.
1130h
An all-quiet order is out, save a few one-of noises. The overhead tromping and floor squeaking noises have returned to mark anything I find interesting and resonant while reading news on the web. Usually they won't let me read longer articles until at least an hour of short pieces, once the noisescape has settled down some.
1150h
Now, the assholes have decided I have been reading too much, and place a floating maser zinger exactly where my right eye focuses and ensure that I am duly annoyed with it to then stop reading that particular story, no matter how engaging it is. There are degrees of engagement with any activity and the assholes find this to be exceptionally fascinating of late. As mentioned above, there is this slow grooming of my attention to written material over the past two hours, and now they have decided that the experiment is over. Time for blogging and putzing again, and on with insubstantial web sites. And as I type this, I am getting the plastic bag rustling outside my door, and now the overhead pounding with some hallway banter. Yesterday's emo case has returned for some reason, and I am sure that it has more to do with the voice mix of the noisescape.
One of the regular noises of yesterday was a chainsaw at least a block away, and it ran for hours. And it so "happens" that I have been long groomed on this one, and have operated this device for many hours in the service of firewood gathering. And even if the neighborhood is mostly concrete towers like the last location, the perps find an excuse to bring operating chainsaws within earshot. It must be a deep limbic brain system (brain stem area) processing or hearing, which might be why I get the odd maser shot in my neck, above my adam's apple.
1210h
The glass bottle bashing act has started up pre-lunchtime, and has also moved in closer for some reason. More smells have also been jammed up my nose, and a minor wind started up around my feet to cool them it seems. Time to put an end to this and make lunch.
1330h
So much for thinking I would catch a break from the noisescape by making and eating lunch. The vacuum cleaning activity started up outside my door for the duration of making lunch with the onset of cheese slicing, another perp fixation that brings extra noise activity. Then it was the power washing, more hallway banter with the vacuum cleaner still going, and more noise that I cannot recall. Then after waiting for it to subside, and eat my lunch, the assholes started up the vacuum cleaner upstairs, and ensured the sound was heard directly overhead. Then it came on again when I was cleaning the dishes, another perp fixation, exactly when I ran the water from this high whining noise faucet, which was immediately shut off. And the assholes coup de gras, the cleaning, rinsing and drying of the frypan, always an object of intense perp interest, was stalked with the electrical extension cord being flipped around in the hallway in closs proximity. Later, when forced to take a piss, there are still white colored scraps outside my door, and that of the next door bathroom. They spent some five minutes vacuuming outside my door and did not pick up all the debris the assholes use for color reference purposes. Unbelievable, but just the routine.
The Sunday-only noise of power washing started up before lunch and is continuing a half hour later, and will continue for a while yet. I surmise that it is a reference noise, a benchmark that they want to continue before, during and after lunch. And another noise that is serving this purpose seems to be the chainsaw noise, a continuation from yesterday.
The glass bashing noise and vibration has started up in response to me being engaged in reading Katharina Wilson's story from Alien Jigsaw, and comparing notes with other abductees. As I am re-reading this from a few days ago, it would seem that the assholes want to track whatever energies that are repetitive, and separate them from others, hoping for some kind of psychic connection between me and who knows what else, the site, author, contents, aliens (perish the thought), abductions (none in my case) and whatever else.
Another Sunday dinner visitation to my parent's place; it was the usual den of gangstalking, feints and lies. And also, more set up games for me to speak at length about a topical item in the news, this time it was the Conrad Black trial in Chicago, a bigger deal fpr Canadians and Brits as that is where he spent the majority of his business career. With all the exposure this case has brought, and all the past exposure in magazines about his business career going back 25 years or more, I often wonder why the perps are keeping him in my knowledge base and re-visiting him with more stories. Do the perps have some kind of surveillance or mind control leverage on him? I won't go there in answering that question, as I don't really know, and sometimes this entire harassment and conspiracy world that appears to exist is even bigger than I imagine. Mind you, I thought that too in 2002 when this started, as it covered work, public activity and clinical staff. Only in late 2002 was I allowed to know it was including family, and these "revelations" seem to be carefully metered. Only in late 2003 was I allowed to know this was a since-birth duration, and not since 1998-9 as "I" thought. (And of course the assholes planted the notion of "how" it began then, totally erroneous of course).
And while I was with the First Feral Family watching TV last night, the plasma and maser show was in full force, no one saying anything of course. And plenty of strong emanations came off the TV, or were otherwise aimed at me, to make me break my gaze. This in addition to my father playing sentry duty, and standing beside the TV, cutting off the view of the wall and curtains. This kind of people blocking and/or guarding of normal views has been more prevalent of late.
And both parents would simultaneously move their feet, or readjust their position, as if they were instructed or controlled to do so. The same fucking pathetic act as everytime, now coming close to four years of these visitations for family gangstalking.
That is enough to blog off, as this is now 04-02-2007, and I will likely start a posting for today's stunts and feints, being a Chicken Run day especially.
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