2110h
A slack day, being contained to web surf all day. Not even the laundry to do. The excitement for the perps might be that I began using the black razor blades (black plastic mount) instead of the grey plastic ones for the past 10 or more years. Regular readers will know that I am routinely noise-stalked or otherwise harassed while shaving, and it still continues. Even some rage-ification stunts in the last week while shaving. They especially like water to flick around, and they will have drops unilaterally, without any applied force (or even a modicum of association), hop from the sink basin to the counter top, or onto me or the floor. Exciting moments for the assholes to be sure, but after 7.5 years of this insane fuckery, I don't need to explain how fucking fed up I am.
They had it rain most of the day, and seemingly they cannot get enough vehicle exposure from where I sit in mid apartment as I cannot see the road from this desk. But as the opposited residential tower has a large vacant courtyard, why, put a vehicle there; two tones of grey and with blue plastic covering the white colored canopy window of the pickup. And don't ask how it got there as there is no driveway or ramp to enable vehicular egress. Just another day at the office for them, teleportation of vehicles, but this time without a cover story. Never mind, it isn't the first time they have chucked the nominal plausible rationale nonsense they seem to need to arrange. Besides, if they want to flash patterned lights in my vision all day long, which they do, there is no ruse event that can cover for that.
And I don't need anyone telling me how to get a handle on it either, because I do. Anytime bread crumbs can arrive under the dishes drain rack on the dishes drain board (white color) some 3' away, and then also concurrently arrive 5' away on the white stovetop concurrent with cautious and crumb disseminating preventive bread removal from the plastic package it comes in, tells me that it must of been teleported. Like I said, just another day at the office for the Supreme Sickos, the world SS.
Then onto the pointless pursuit exercise for me to engage in this evening; a stunt/routine they like to pull some 2 to 4 times per month. They had me research the web for something that doesn't appear to exist (or that the arranged search results don't show); an internet radio that fits into the 5.25" bay on the front of the PC. There are some music playing bay inserts, but as far as I can tell, none of them are radios, only music players that access files on the PC. It would be nice to have a volume knob on the PC as the assholes jerk with the volume settings on the player software to either blast my ears or make it too faint. But even a physical knob could be messed with, as I came to learn that they intruded into my NAD CD player and effectively killed it as it won't play any more, and they are very dependable players. They did this to have me take it in for repair, and had it play for a song or two after I got it back, and then killed it again. All to make sure I knew they didn't want me to play it or attempt to fix it again.
Besides, they rarely allow me to play any disc in my PC, and I don't know why this is. I do get the odd gangstalker with a plastic bag full of DVD's, as if they were stolen from a break-in with the Fuckwit riding the bus afterward, but I really don't know what this confers to them besides a huge array of reflective surfaces and pits, along with the plastic interactions (polycarbonate DVD plastic to PVC plastic bag). The topic of plastics also dominates the perp agenda, PC's being one example. Once, they killed a perfectly fine steel cased PC router I had, and they told me it was because it was made of metal. I ordered a plastic cased router and it works fine, since 2004.
My new Blu-ray drive in the PC sits unused so far, as all the software was copied over from the old PC's hard drive, and I cannot afford the scratch for DVD/BD movies anyhow. I suppose it has a future role in the perp's plans, but don't ask me what it is. There are many examples where they arranged events such that a particular coat, boots or other item was used for the first time in over a year after it had been acquired, though for seeming rational reasons at the time. The present longest term item that remains unused is my safety toed boots, a Kevlar toe instead of the horrid steel toed equivalents. I bought it in 09-2008 in the expectation on working on the many construction jobs my workmates were telling me about, which never materialized. I didn't need them for farm laboring, so it remains a big mystery as to why they had me cough up $150 with my discount to have them sit there in the closet. And even more odd was that these were wide sized boots, although with a good fit, as that was all they had in my 9.5 size, or any close size, 9 or 10. It would be highly unlikely that the objective would be to just waste my money, though this has been done, so as the song goes, "let the mystery be".
Other games today have been to touch me frequently, at least 100x so far, but with no apparent cause. Sirens have been playing big today, and they even put on a 1960's mechanical siren noise to go with the current day version. This morning's first siren came on when eating chocolate with my coffee, and regular readers will know that the perps are totally obsessed with the color of brown, and with my mouth contents, and so when a brown food is in my mouth it is total nirvana from their depraved perspective.
Another jerkaround today was to make salad making and eating a total pain while having the salad flip around in the bowl and off the fork multiple times. This begat a notion, likely planted, to finally end this fucking insanity over eating salad that has been getting worse for the last two weeks by heaving the rest of it out into the garbage and dispatch it down the chute. No doubt that was all arranged too, as the garbage is the ultimate in the juxtaposition of all things that don't normally come into contact. Funny how the salad sabotage liability wasn't recalled when I bought it at the store. Maybe they wanted only a one time test of it, as it was in a polycarbonate clam shell tray with a cling wrapped top to keep it all in, and we know how the perps like to engage in differing plastics interactions (repeating the above theme), especially with a live food item like salad leaves. And to note that the perps go totally beserk with Cling Wrap fuckery anytime I use it, and have been insanely relentless for all of the last 7.5 years. They will have the Cling Wrap fold in on itself, become impossible to unstick, but also have it so it won't stick on the plate edges to seal the food.
Whenever I have moved, and helped others move, I use my cling wrap like twine, some 8" wide to wrap furniture in so it won't spill while being handled. I think I have done enough Cling Wrap use for two lifetimes worth, and still the assholes set up cling wrapped pallets of flour in brown colored bags on the street outside bakeries. Ditto at the farm labor job until it ended last month; 20" wide cling wrap film to wind around a pallet load of brown colored boxes some 6' high, walking around and around it until it was all plastic wrapped and stil the assholes are all over me on this. But then again, this topic leads to pallet stalking, and you likely have read about this as well. The perps repeat themselves, but when you think about it one can see the reason; nearly everything is shipped on a pallet, so they need to understand the energetics of pallet to object interaction, and of course of all intervening cardboard or other packaging. On a speculative note, I am sure that somewhere, likely many times, that the food or objects that I have purchased were taken straight off the factory production line, without any collation or packaging for shipping, and have the item on the store shelf for me to purchase by way of their unconventional shipping methods. Doubtless they have many tens of thousands of Fuckwits volunteering as well, undertaking consensual human experimentation, unlike the insane abuse of their nonconsensual program/life rape agenda.
Enough for a post, and onto tomorrow with two outings.
PS Would the Anonymous of 12-13-2009 who authored the four Youtube comments get in touch to tell me that they are legit; this infernal version of Blogspot doesn't allow any cut or paste from the unmoderated comments. Just so I can separate the spam from the legit comments. Thanks
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Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Friday, April 18, 2008
Another Save Failure
And what is it about Blogger that it is crashing and won't save the first instance of my created blogging, now twice in two days, from never before? The same thing "happened" yesterday, and I can only assume the the strange noises that have erupted on the street as I type this, and have given a new title because my recall was purged, was the big excitement. It is the perps of course, who noisestalk me for every keystroke, mouseclick and everything else. Who would find my dull life, after scripting it and then imposing it on someone (me), so interesting?
1345h
A sunny day mostly, save the rapid fluctuations of ambient light when I first logged on this morning. And it seems that it is to be a shut-in day as I am not getting the phone call returns that I expected. And it seems that I am to be noisestalked from outside with all manner of timely noise, just as I am swearing about typo sabotage, cheese crumb inundation games, crockery shifting by itself in the dishes rack and dozens of other impositions designed to infuriate me. And, as mentioned, these are the moments when more noise erupts.
Another noise eruption moment is when I touch something, especially if it is black colored. My nylon spatula gets this treatment, as did when I touched my hand to my black track pants three days ago at gym. Then, a sudden boom and shaking went on, as if someone had dropped large barbells outside the room. Also, when handling plastics draws noise; when opening up the organic cheese packaging three days ago a male voice suddenly began singing in the hallway. And today was the opening up of a new package of Cling Wrap, and that got plenty of "associated" noise eruptions. Regular readers will know the perps noisestalk the unfurling of this material, and that they cause the Cling Wrap not to cling, except to my fingers, which brings on more swearing at the assholes, and in turn, more noisestalking.
And I suppose it was an exciting moment for the perps, like it usually is, when a number of items used for food preparation finish up, or are opened for the first time; this way, the packaging garbage that results gets put in the same garbage recepticle, like some "meeting" of substances for which the perps savour. At lunch, it was a three-fer; the tapenade was used up, the half chicken was finished and a new Cling Wrap roll was begun; if you are a perp, this is an exciting moment and it must be augmented by pissing me off through unconventional gravitics behaviors (making the crumbs and Cling Wrap stick to my fingers beyond normal notions of gravitic actions), and even having the items in the garbage "hop" by themselves when another item is dropped in. Just too fascinating for small minds. On with the siren show, the third of today so far.
I put some new links up, to the right side of this page. The letter of the Freedom From Covert Surveillance and Harassment to a U.S. senator deserved to be given some mention. It was crafted by a hired attorney, through the organization's committee. It is short, and to the point, and makes it plain that the circumstances of being constantly victimized by an organized party don't always have an evidence trail. If the U.S. Senate and Congress are as informed as the politicians are here, I suspect they know all about us victims being unpaid and involuntary experimentation subjects, and don't really care too much. There have been some instances of publically elected officials, or even past elected officials, who came to place themselves in my proximity. In those days, I had no clue it was arranged, but anytime I mentioned this to my then wife, she never seemed too interested to respond in any way. Imagine, retrospectively reviewing 20 years of past conversations in light of the circumstances being covertly arranged and the person is a complicit operative. It made total sense that she was a shill, all her insubstantive responses and dumbshit suggestions that created angst and chaos. And imagine, all the other times that she might have been morphed over and I never had a clue, and of course, I still don't.
1745h
A brutal awakening from a two hour nap is in progress, even if I had my dinner of leftovers immediately following it. It was a forced nap of course, as I don't need them for the extra sleep I get every night, one to two and a half hours, and I have never needed afternoon naps. The slowed awakening from it is also a perp specialty, keeping the "dozy" factor running for as long as they can get away with it and use it as an excuse to make more typos.
And when I woke up a rain shower had just finished, all to add a different sound of the faux freeway-like traffic noise going by. (It is a secondary route with plenty of traffic lights, and one is fortuneate to be able to do 30 mph). Anytime I go the window and start asking the perps out loud where all the vehicular noise is coming from, as there is no visible source, they dial the freeway-like noise down until there is no more. And I am sure all the puddles outside are a reason to have me kept in, as it seems that bodies of water are an important adjunct to the harassment/experimentation games that are going on. That I swam in swim team for 15 years wasn't good enough it seemed, on with the engineered rain, wet streets and swishy vehicular noise.
Now, onto more web-surfing of some kind, as I have visited all my regular bookmarked sites today. And this is the dusk onset time, so I am sure some kind of importance is attached to the next few hours. And the overhead pounding has started up for the first time today, with the caveat that it is at least 10" of concete above me, and yet "somehow" it can be shaken and made to make this noise as if a lead-footed monster were above me, one that can track me wherever I am in the apartment and have the pounding come from overhead.
1910h
Something important must be going on; there have been two rounds of hallway banter outside my door in the past 20 minutes, and putting the oddest voice combinations together; the chirpy girl with the duck-like quack of someone three times her hypothetical age. This must be "sound mix" time of the Favored with the Unfavored.
1940h
More overhead pounding in this post-dinner, post-nap situation. The first pounding noise was begun this evening after all day without any, suggesting a big perp event in progress. There has been LCD display flashes, even while on the Blogger, and re-displays that show the page 1 to 2" up or down with no apparent cause, save the assholes on me. Then, navy blue plasma beams over my hands just erupted; 1/4" wide, 16" long, and of intermittent continuity, not a single straight beam.
2000h
A forced head scratch and then tapping noise erupted from above; one has the feeling of being constantly hounded and examined, as if there hasn't been enough of that. Today's telepathic communication from the perps indicates that my aversions to red, yellow, purple and brown lights and flashes originates from LSD testing at a young age (to 6 y.o.). I don't, or won't believe it; how could anyone be so fucking stupid and cavalier as to give a child this substance in their developmental years, to 6 y.o.? I now get more red flashes, some very small 2mm diameter sources at subsecond durations, often when I am distracted with some other kind of harassment. Not my problem; my aversion to colors, light flashes and the rest of it is MINE. And it creates no problem for me in my life, so why do I have hundreds of "brown clowns" and other freaks on me all day long attempting to emulate my subconscious recall of past boneheaded abuse? (A speculative assertion).
The only answer I get to that is the display flickered and then was repainted, the sickos at work again, and now typo sabotage making it worse.
2050h
More hallway banter has erupted outside my door, this time with the audio mix of an aging granny and likely a middle aged male, both from the Unfavored demographic groups. This noise was put on to accompany me while reading a film review and then bookmarking it. Such is the importance of anything I do.
2100h
A soft wall knock noise and with a simultaneous zapping to piss me off. This shut-in day has taken on busy proportions for my mind-keepers/abusers.
2250h
Yet another hallway bantering erupted since the last one. Consider it to be perp controlled "socializing".
I was listening/watching a video of famed blogger, Dooce, her husband, also a blogger, and a third Utah blogger, Sarah Neilson. Not only was there countless plasma displays beside the small scale picture I had, but the synchronicity to my circumstances. Dooce's first name is Heather, and her husband's name is John. And lo, if the names aren't the same as mine and my ex. Then, later in this piece, Sarah Neilson makes a metaphor in jest about being fed LSD laced food as a child. Compare that to the above, written before I saw the video. Which makes me very suspicious that such an event (above) did not occur, and it is only a convenient script arrangement. The test of the perp's personal history versions is in how long they persist in them; I tend to believe the ones that go on for years, but the above LSD story needs some "mellow time".
All of the above done while listening to Jill Barber, my current online muse, with full song downloads/listens.
Time to blog off on this very dull shut-in day, and thankfully I was spared two hours of it with the astonishing nap that was forced on me.
1345h
A sunny day mostly, save the rapid fluctuations of ambient light when I first logged on this morning. And it seems that it is to be a shut-in day as I am not getting the phone call returns that I expected. And it seems that I am to be noisestalked from outside with all manner of timely noise, just as I am swearing about typo sabotage, cheese crumb inundation games, crockery shifting by itself in the dishes rack and dozens of other impositions designed to infuriate me. And, as mentioned, these are the moments when more noise erupts.
Another noise eruption moment is when I touch something, especially if it is black colored. My nylon spatula gets this treatment, as did when I touched my hand to my black track pants three days ago at gym. Then, a sudden boom and shaking went on, as if someone had dropped large barbells outside the room. Also, when handling plastics draws noise; when opening up the organic cheese packaging three days ago a male voice suddenly began singing in the hallway. And today was the opening up of a new package of Cling Wrap, and that got plenty of "associated" noise eruptions. Regular readers will know the perps noisestalk the unfurling of this material, and that they cause the Cling Wrap not to cling, except to my fingers, which brings on more swearing at the assholes, and in turn, more noisestalking.
And I suppose it was an exciting moment for the perps, like it usually is, when a number of items used for food preparation finish up, or are opened for the first time; this way, the packaging garbage that results gets put in the same garbage recepticle, like some "meeting" of substances for which the perps savour. At lunch, it was a three-fer; the tapenade was used up, the half chicken was finished and a new Cling Wrap roll was begun; if you are a perp, this is an exciting moment and it must be augmented by pissing me off through unconventional gravitics behaviors (making the crumbs and Cling Wrap stick to my fingers beyond normal notions of gravitic actions), and even having the items in the garbage "hop" by themselves when another item is dropped in. Just too fascinating for small minds. On with the siren show, the third of today so far.
I put some new links up, to the right side of this page. The letter of the Freedom From Covert Surveillance and Harassment to a U.S. senator deserved to be given some mention. It was crafted by a hired attorney, through the organization's committee. It is short, and to the point, and makes it plain that the circumstances of being constantly victimized by an organized party don't always have an evidence trail. If the U.S. Senate and Congress are as informed as the politicians are here, I suspect they know all about us victims being unpaid and involuntary experimentation subjects, and don't really care too much. There have been some instances of publically elected officials, or even past elected officials, who came to place themselves in my proximity. In those days, I had no clue it was arranged, but anytime I mentioned this to my then wife, she never seemed too interested to respond in any way. Imagine, retrospectively reviewing 20 years of past conversations in light of the circumstances being covertly arranged and the person is a complicit operative. It made total sense that she was a shill, all her insubstantive responses and dumbshit suggestions that created angst and chaos. And imagine, all the other times that she might have been morphed over and I never had a clue, and of course, I still don't.
1745h
A brutal awakening from a two hour nap is in progress, even if I had my dinner of leftovers immediately following it. It was a forced nap of course, as I don't need them for the extra sleep I get every night, one to two and a half hours, and I have never needed afternoon naps. The slowed awakening from it is also a perp specialty, keeping the "dozy" factor running for as long as they can get away with it and use it as an excuse to make more typos.
And when I woke up a rain shower had just finished, all to add a different sound of the faux freeway-like traffic noise going by. (It is a secondary route with plenty of traffic lights, and one is fortuneate to be able to do 30 mph). Anytime I go the window and start asking the perps out loud where all the vehicular noise is coming from, as there is no visible source, they dial the freeway-like noise down until there is no more. And I am sure all the puddles outside are a reason to have me kept in, as it seems that bodies of water are an important adjunct to the harassment/experimentation games that are going on. That I swam in swim team for 15 years wasn't good enough it seemed, on with the engineered rain, wet streets and swishy vehicular noise.
Now, onto more web-surfing of some kind, as I have visited all my regular bookmarked sites today. And this is the dusk onset time, so I am sure some kind of importance is attached to the next few hours. And the overhead pounding has started up for the first time today, with the caveat that it is at least 10" of concete above me, and yet "somehow" it can be shaken and made to make this noise as if a lead-footed monster were above me, one that can track me wherever I am in the apartment and have the pounding come from overhead.
1910h
Something important must be going on; there have been two rounds of hallway banter outside my door in the past 20 minutes, and putting the oddest voice combinations together; the chirpy girl with the duck-like quack of someone three times her hypothetical age. This must be "sound mix" time of the Favored with the Unfavored.
1940h
More overhead pounding in this post-dinner, post-nap situation. The first pounding noise was begun this evening after all day without any, suggesting a big perp event in progress. There has been LCD display flashes, even while on the Blogger, and re-displays that show the page 1 to 2" up or down with no apparent cause, save the assholes on me. Then, navy blue plasma beams over my hands just erupted; 1/4" wide, 16" long, and of intermittent continuity, not a single straight beam.
2000h
A forced head scratch and then tapping noise erupted from above; one has the feeling of being constantly hounded and examined, as if there hasn't been enough of that. Today's telepathic communication from the perps indicates that my aversions to red, yellow, purple and brown lights and flashes originates from LSD testing at a young age (to 6 y.o.). I don't, or won't believe it; how could anyone be so fucking stupid and cavalier as to give a child this substance in their developmental years, to 6 y.o.? I now get more red flashes, some very small 2mm diameter sources at subsecond durations, often when I am distracted with some other kind of harassment. Not my problem; my aversion to colors, light flashes and the rest of it is MINE. And it creates no problem for me in my life, so why do I have hundreds of "brown clowns" and other freaks on me all day long attempting to emulate my subconscious recall of past boneheaded abuse? (A speculative assertion).
The only answer I get to that is the display flickered and then was repainted, the sickos at work again, and now typo sabotage making it worse.
2050h
More hallway banter has erupted outside my door, this time with the audio mix of an aging granny and likely a middle aged male, both from the Unfavored demographic groups. This noise was put on to accompany me while reading a film review and then bookmarking it. Such is the importance of anything I do.
2100h
A soft wall knock noise and with a simultaneous zapping to piss me off. This shut-in day has taken on busy proportions for my mind-keepers/abusers.
2250h
Yet another hallway bantering erupted since the last one. Consider it to be perp controlled "socializing".
I was listening/watching a video of famed blogger, Dooce, her husband, also a blogger, and a third Utah blogger, Sarah Neilson. Not only was there countless plasma displays beside the small scale picture I had, but the synchronicity to my circumstances. Dooce's first name is Heather, and her husband's name is John. And lo, if the names aren't the same as mine and my ex. Then, later in this piece, Sarah Neilson makes a metaphor in jest about being fed LSD laced food as a child. Compare that to the above, written before I saw the video. Which makes me very suspicious that such an event (above) did not occur, and it is only a convenient script arrangement. The test of the perp's personal history versions is in how long they persist in them; I tend to believe the ones that go on for years, but the above LSD story needs some "mellow time".
All of the above done while listening to Jill Barber, my current online muse, with full song downloads/listens.
Time to blog off on this very dull shut-in day, and thankfully I was spared two hours of it with the astonishing nap that was forced on me.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Beepings and Squeakings
1145h
An eerie all-quiet order is in place, save selected vehicle horns and the overhead rumblings with an associated squeaking. And these two noises are coincident with mouse clicking, web page changes, bookmarking web pages, forced typos, reading familiar names, planted recall associations and the remainder of the "small events that matter" list that is totally consistent every mortal minute of my existence. That is, these inconsequential events to me, are of seeming earth shattering importance to the perps and their constant noisestalking, often now augmented with coincident phenomenon such as plasma and maser beams, localized muscle spasms, (lower right eyelid especially), ass jabbing, almost-farts (sensation, but no expected outcome), vision impairments, forced tongue movements, food particle "arrivals" in my mouth, pulsed hits to my temporal lobe area, itches, scratching said itches and others.
Nothing new in all of the above of course, and this has been consistent in the past six residence locations, and even my once worksite on a weekend.
Now some steady tapping has started up, a continuation of what was going on when I was awakened for no reason in the night.
1315h
An extra noisestalking spell erupted 20 minutes before lunch, and continued through lunch preparation, consumption, the dishes and currently, some 30 minutes later. A hallway "project" has erupted as the cover for more hallway sourced banter, clunkings, rumblings etc. timed to coincide with other noise or my thoughts and actions, especially the thoughts that are not yet governed and planted. It is to be under the microscope all the more, as if the magnification was turned up another order of magnitude. The typos have suddenly increased, as has the loud mufflered vehicles, almost three per minute. And while dealing with lunch, the siren cascade started up for my cling wrap handling; unrolling, severing (with the cutting edge "failing" for an few inches of cling wrap, confirming that the perps are totally obsessed with this particular material), and that it is not enough to use the product every day. It is not my problem if there are intrinsic plastics in my system, as there is only one party that sat around and let it happen, and now it appears to interfere with their electromagnetic mind-fuck research/games and the rest of the nonconsensual human experimentation agenda.
In fact, it seems likely the perps knew all about the plastic problem as early as age 6 I reckon. If my mother's sudden interest in home brewing is a guide to go by, I was helping her siphon this brown liquid with active yeast (an energetic source), a task that surely fits with the ongoing color and plastic pollutants obsession of the perps. Again, not my problem, so why am I being fucked over for it?
But in fact, there are many types of plastics, and a recent activity this week pointed one out that I was unaware of. I was with my parents at the plant nursery and we were being dicked around by the employee "shortage" and had to wait at a gate for the perp operative cum assistant to arrive. Both my parents split off leaving me under the polyethylene canopy structure that was beside the gate. And it "so happens", when the ex was keen to work this hobby farm we bought, there was a 100' greenhose that was covered in poly, and I cannot recount how many 100's of hours I worked in there to get the alstromeria beds built, filled, tended to, irrigation constructed etc. In other words, it was a setup to have me around large quantities of plastic, as dealing with home renovations for the previous 20 years wasn't enough for the assholes noisestalking my every keystroke as I type this.
And the above also explains why there are so many plastic objects, especially PVC pipe, being toted around in or on vehicles on gangstalking duty. Of late, brown fallen leaves are the cover story to be wrapped up in plastic bags of varying colors, and even toted around by ambulatory gangstalkers on the streets.
I expect no answer to my usual rants above, and in all likelihood any stock phrases that I use are likely scripted and planted, otherwise they wouldn't "come to mind" so readily as they do.
1510h
A misty rain came over and wetted the streets and thereby altering the noise of road traffic to a highre frequency swishing sound. Not a big deal for me, it is winter after all, but rest assured, it makes a significant difference for the remote energetics assay work on me. Earlier, with wet streets from nightime rain, the perps put on the street sweeper for whatever reason, perhaps to assign the edge of the ashphalt surface more variabile energetics signature. I also notice that there are more gangstlalkers walking along the curb on the asphalt street surface when there is a perfectly adequate sidewalk. Seemingly, they don't want their operatives to alway walk on the sidewalk as I do, but to walk in parallel on the asphalt-curb interface.
The assignment of energetics to asphalt and tar is a major perp obsession, and it has sponsored quite a few roofing projects, one in place on my beat to the gym which I pass twice a week. Another related obsession is gasoline, and more to the point, gasoline filling stations; they have pulled one out, again on my beat, and are rebuilding it by digging down, blasting out more rock, and placing at least two large plastic tanks in the ground as well as all the other construction of the building and overhead roof. So it would seem that the perps want me walking that beat for a while yet, or at least until they resolve their energetics assay games over gasoline and other petroleum based fuels and whatever interactions it has with me and all my surrogates. That is my take on what is going on, as there have been at least two other gas station refurbishments on my frequently travelled routes in the past year. I always wondered why there was past spates of cross-industry based gasoline filling stations refurbishments, and now I know, as strange as it seems.
2050h
More knee torquing tonight, the first in ages. This is where the perps manipulate my lower leg, turning it on axis to then bring on knee pain. There must be some primative neural circuits attached to over rotating one's leg, and they are attempting to identify them.
A related jrkaround was giving me a jab in the knee when readying lunch earlier today. This too would be another method to access the same primative neural pathways the perps keep attempting to detect by remote means of the energetic signature.
2145h
I switch to a certain blog site and then I am hammered with plasma beams and vision impairments, the combination suggesting that the latter is "causal" to this phenomenon. Not so; it never happened in the past, so why now? It is all about escalation of harassment games, also seen on the street and the profusion of the "Plastic Bag Men", the middle aged dudes with nothing better to do than walk about packing plastic bags; white store sourced ones, and the black garbage bags. Fucking absurd, and that doesn't reflect the faux vagrants and their shopping carts full of plastic products. One dipshit had at least 6 yellow rubber duckies, about 5" high, arranged on the handlebars of his bicycle last week.
2215h
Time to call this one done; I am getting some serious vison impairments in both eyes and it is sustained, and not the usual harassment I get.
An eerie all-quiet order is in place, save selected vehicle horns and the overhead rumblings with an associated squeaking. And these two noises are coincident with mouse clicking, web page changes, bookmarking web pages, forced typos, reading familiar names, planted recall associations and the remainder of the "small events that matter" list that is totally consistent every mortal minute of my existence. That is, these inconsequential events to me, are of seeming earth shattering importance to the perps and their constant noisestalking, often now augmented with coincident phenomenon such as plasma and maser beams, localized muscle spasms, (lower right eyelid especially), ass jabbing, almost-farts (sensation, but no expected outcome), vision impairments, forced tongue movements, food particle "arrivals" in my mouth, pulsed hits to my temporal lobe area, itches, scratching said itches and others.
Nothing new in all of the above of course, and this has been consistent in the past six residence locations, and even my once worksite on a weekend.
Now some steady tapping has started up, a continuation of what was going on when I was awakened for no reason in the night.
1315h
An extra noisestalking spell erupted 20 minutes before lunch, and continued through lunch preparation, consumption, the dishes and currently, some 30 minutes later. A hallway "project" has erupted as the cover for more hallway sourced banter, clunkings, rumblings etc. timed to coincide with other noise or my thoughts and actions, especially the thoughts that are not yet governed and planted. It is to be under the microscope all the more, as if the magnification was turned up another order of magnitude. The typos have suddenly increased, as has the loud mufflered vehicles, almost three per minute. And while dealing with lunch, the siren cascade started up for my cling wrap handling; unrolling, severing (with the cutting edge "failing" for an few inches of cling wrap, confirming that the perps are totally obsessed with this particular material), and that it is not enough to use the product every day. It is not my problem if there are intrinsic plastics in my system, as there is only one party that sat around and let it happen, and now it appears to interfere with their electromagnetic mind-fuck research/games and the rest of the nonconsensual human experimentation agenda.
In fact, it seems likely the perps knew all about the plastic problem as early as age 6 I reckon. If my mother's sudden interest in home brewing is a guide to go by, I was helping her siphon this brown liquid with active yeast (an energetic source), a task that surely fits with the ongoing color and plastic pollutants obsession of the perps. Again, not my problem, so why am I being fucked over for it?
But in fact, there are many types of plastics, and a recent activity this week pointed one out that I was unaware of. I was with my parents at the plant nursery and we were being dicked around by the employee "shortage" and had to wait at a gate for the perp operative cum assistant to arrive. Both my parents split off leaving me under the polyethylene canopy structure that was beside the gate. And it "so happens", when the ex was keen to work this hobby farm we bought, there was a 100' greenhose that was covered in poly, and I cannot recount how many 100's of hours I worked in there to get the alstromeria beds built, filled, tended to, irrigation constructed etc. In other words, it was a setup to have me around large quantities of plastic, as dealing with home renovations for the previous 20 years wasn't enough for the assholes noisestalking my every keystroke as I type this.
And the above also explains why there are so many plastic objects, especially PVC pipe, being toted around in or on vehicles on gangstalking duty. Of late, brown fallen leaves are the cover story to be wrapped up in plastic bags of varying colors, and even toted around by ambulatory gangstalkers on the streets.
I expect no answer to my usual rants above, and in all likelihood any stock phrases that I use are likely scripted and planted, otherwise they wouldn't "come to mind" so readily as they do.
1510h
A misty rain came over and wetted the streets and thereby altering the noise of road traffic to a highre frequency swishing sound. Not a big deal for me, it is winter after all, but rest assured, it makes a significant difference for the remote energetics assay work on me. Earlier, with wet streets from nightime rain, the perps put on the street sweeper for whatever reason, perhaps to assign the edge of the ashphalt surface more variabile energetics signature. I also notice that there are more gangstlalkers walking along the curb on the asphalt street surface when there is a perfectly adequate sidewalk. Seemingly, they don't want their operatives to alway walk on the sidewalk as I do, but to walk in parallel on the asphalt-curb interface.
The assignment of energetics to asphalt and tar is a major perp obsession, and it has sponsored quite a few roofing projects, one in place on my beat to the gym which I pass twice a week. Another related obsession is gasoline, and more to the point, gasoline filling stations; they have pulled one out, again on my beat, and are rebuilding it by digging down, blasting out more rock, and placing at least two large plastic tanks in the ground as well as all the other construction of the building and overhead roof. So it would seem that the perps want me walking that beat for a while yet, or at least until they resolve their energetics assay games over gasoline and other petroleum based fuels and whatever interactions it has with me and all my surrogates. That is my take on what is going on, as there have been at least two other gas station refurbishments on my frequently travelled routes in the past year. I always wondered why there was past spates of cross-industry based gasoline filling stations refurbishments, and now I know, as strange as it seems.
2050h
More knee torquing tonight, the first in ages. This is where the perps manipulate my lower leg, turning it on axis to then bring on knee pain. There must be some primative neural circuits attached to over rotating one's leg, and they are attempting to identify them.
A related jrkaround was giving me a jab in the knee when readying lunch earlier today. This too would be another method to access the same primative neural pathways the perps keep attempting to detect by remote means of the energetic signature.
2145h
I switch to a certain blog site and then I am hammered with plasma beams and vision impairments, the combination suggesting that the latter is "causal" to this phenomenon. Not so; it never happened in the past, so why now? It is all about escalation of harassment games, also seen on the street and the profusion of the "Plastic Bag Men", the middle aged dudes with nothing better to do than walk about packing plastic bags; white store sourced ones, and the black garbage bags. Fucking absurd, and that doesn't reflect the faux vagrants and their shopping carts full of plastic products. One dipshit had at least 6 yellow rubber duckies, about 5" high, arranged on the handlebars of his bicycle last week.
2215h
Time to call this one done; I am getting some serious vison impairments in both eyes and it is sustained, and not the usual harassment I get.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Nothing in Particular
1535h
I had a two appointments morning, both at the same building. I met my caseworker and then did Qi Gong afterward. And it was my turn to be scheduled late for the latter, though two more Qi Gong attendees came after me. And as I predicted, the perps began filtering in brown skinned race members, an Asian woman was there for the first time. And the red hat act of last time was dressed in a 3/4 length black leather jacket with black gloves, and kept these outside clothes on for all of the Qi Gong class. Fucking ridiculous, though it is no secret that the perps favor black leather jackets, and even have their operatives wearing them on warm summer days.
And my "pals" of Qi Gong were all arranged for a 3/4 encirclement, and then further encroached upon my space as the class went on. One woman, a blonde, who was wearing a mid-blue track suit the last twice when I was there, arrived after me in this grotesque orange colored track suit. Talk about an affront to the eyes, and she placed herself beside the instructor where I couldn't miss this visual barrage. Anyhow, it was all over in 30 minutes. Fucking bizarre, and more to follow I assume.
I walked there and back, 25 minutes each way on a major thoroughfare, and there was plenty of color coordinated vehicle formations, and yesterday on that route, they put on a boom truck. (And arranged for me to walk underneath it as they were trimming tree branches). And plenty of vehicular traffic, and more than 3 times the normal flow, and there was also coordinated (same) colors of pedestrian gangstalkers as the vehicles that passed by them. I reckon the perps put at least 500 vehicles on gangstalk duty, over and above normal traffic flow today, for my 50 minutes of walking.
At one intersection corner where I make a right turn, the perps arranged for a Coca Cola delivery truck in red and metallic aluminum colors to be paralleled with a white 5 tonne delivery truck (6' apart) in a convenience store parking lot, and thereby monopolizing all of it to prevent any other vehicle egress. There is something about the Pandora and Cook Street intersection that the perps want to get a handle on, and this was evident long before today's large vehicular gangstalk at that corner. Not my problem, why am I constantly gangstalked there?
And the curse of the bad whistling continues to follow me; this time the waiting room had someone who was on duty for that number, and this is a regular event somewhere on my beat; checkouts, stores etc.
The case worker appointment was a wash, there was nothing vital going on, except that the perps "lowered the boom" again, and had me stumbling to find my words. They had me "turned on" last time for the nursing students, which my case worker praised me for today. And "somehow" the notion of asking her if this brilliance was me, or the mind-controlled me was dispensed with. The act of self-censorship is now mind-controllable in case one thinks there is any form of volition given to me.
Toward the end of the session with the case worker, she leaned in, and a maser shone only 1/4" from her right temple, and a hallway sourced noise erupted simultaneously. Another one of those signature magnetic field events that erupts beside or from the health care worker. I have no idea what is going on behind me, as they make sure there are no mirrors around. Qi Gong had plenty of furtive plasma beams in class, as well as odd reflections off surfaces, and of course, no one made any mention about it.
Another "TV" antenna was erected on a building opposite 100 yards away, they are the new growth industry in this city. And it should be noted, that this city has been on cablevision for over four decades, and the once forest of suburban TV antennae has long gone, but "happens" to be coming back now.
At least two awakenings last night; another round in the time series of listening to the coughing and hacking noise/act, and a mandated look at the bedding in this grainy contrasty look that the perps can bring about.
1800h
This is the post-dinner period where the perps lay on extra noise, but they were very busy while I was making dinner, and especially so when I was taking the cling wrap off the cheese. There have been many cling-wrap wars, and also, cheese is a major fetish for the assholes who flick chunks of it about, and who forced me into getting a slicer instead of the grater. (The latter couldn't be found in the last move). And they are still fucking with the lie of the slices, and always flip them about, usually at a 90 degrees offset between slices. It is simply amazing the amount of effort they devote to this banality, and won't summon the gumption to come out of the closet.
Anyhow, the entire objective of the constant annoyances is to keep me talking away, as in swearing in complaining about these gutless juvies that continue to keep me in this undeserved purgatory.
1825h
The front door and room shaking has ramped up to 2/minute as the putative residents depart in serial form, as if in a frat house. And while reading the name of an actress, not to be repeated here, the coughing was precisely time for that very moment of cognition. Similarly, yesterday, while reading the name of someone I know, the perps zoned me out so "I" didn't recognize the name, and kept reading. It was only upon re-reading was I allowed to recognize the name. And now, the distant loud mufflered vehicles are making their noise, as if I had the window open and I don't. More of the projected sound games IMHO.
2105h
The overhead pounding and squeaking has started up; I had been reading about the Boeing 787 aircraft, and the perps decided to get into noisestalking this with their most intrusive noise. The in-house "activities" had been minimal for the past hour or so, a welcome relief.
2140h
The adjacent parking lot action is heating up; they are supplying voice noise (as I call it) from my right side, even if there isn't a cover story for them to hang around in an ill-lit corner of the lot. About 10 minutes earlier, the perps created the noise of dinner plates slamming all by themselves, something they wouldn't do as they are lying flat. And they may have added a zap in there as "I" jumped some, and ordinarily I wouldn't have. I cannot trust any reaction to be my own.
2245h
Time to blog off, and call this another dull day in hell in the service on nonconsensual human experimentation.
I had a two appointments morning, both at the same building. I met my caseworker and then did Qi Gong afterward. And it was my turn to be scheduled late for the latter, though two more Qi Gong attendees came after me. And as I predicted, the perps began filtering in brown skinned race members, an Asian woman was there for the first time. And the red hat act of last time was dressed in a 3/4 length black leather jacket with black gloves, and kept these outside clothes on for all of the Qi Gong class. Fucking ridiculous, though it is no secret that the perps favor black leather jackets, and even have their operatives wearing them on warm summer days.
And my "pals" of Qi Gong were all arranged for a 3/4 encirclement, and then further encroached upon my space as the class went on. One woman, a blonde, who was wearing a mid-blue track suit the last twice when I was there, arrived after me in this grotesque orange colored track suit. Talk about an affront to the eyes, and she placed herself beside the instructor where I couldn't miss this visual barrage. Anyhow, it was all over in 30 minutes. Fucking bizarre, and more to follow I assume.
I walked there and back, 25 minutes each way on a major thoroughfare, and there was plenty of color coordinated vehicle formations, and yesterday on that route, they put on a boom truck. (And arranged for me to walk underneath it as they were trimming tree branches). And plenty of vehicular traffic, and more than 3 times the normal flow, and there was also coordinated (same) colors of pedestrian gangstalkers as the vehicles that passed by them. I reckon the perps put at least 500 vehicles on gangstalk duty, over and above normal traffic flow today, for my 50 minutes of walking.
At one intersection corner where I make a right turn, the perps arranged for a Coca Cola delivery truck in red and metallic aluminum colors to be paralleled with a white 5 tonne delivery truck (6' apart) in a convenience store parking lot, and thereby monopolizing all of it to prevent any other vehicle egress. There is something about the Pandora and Cook Street intersection that the perps want to get a handle on, and this was evident long before today's large vehicular gangstalk at that corner. Not my problem, why am I constantly gangstalked there?
And the curse of the bad whistling continues to follow me; this time the waiting room had someone who was on duty for that number, and this is a regular event somewhere on my beat; checkouts, stores etc.
The case worker appointment was a wash, there was nothing vital going on, except that the perps "lowered the boom" again, and had me stumbling to find my words. They had me "turned on" last time for the nursing students, which my case worker praised me for today. And "somehow" the notion of asking her if this brilliance was me, or the mind-controlled me was dispensed with. The act of self-censorship is now mind-controllable in case one thinks there is any form of volition given to me.
Toward the end of the session with the case worker, she leaned in, and a maser shone only 1/4" from her right temple, and a hallway sourced noise erupted simultaneously. Another one of those signature magnetic field events that erupts beside or from the health care worker. I have no idea what is going on behind me, as they make sure there are no mirrors around. Qi Gong had plenty of furtive plasma beams in class, as well as odd reflections off surfaces, and of course, no one made any mention about it.
Another "TV" antenna was erected on a building opposite 100 yards away, they are the new growth industry in this city. And it should be noted, that this city has been on cablevision for over four decades, and the once forest of suburban TV antennae has long gone, but "happens" to be coming back now.
At least two awakenings last night; another round in the time series of listening to the coughing and hacking noise/act, and a mandated look at the bedding in this grainy contrasty look that the perps can bring about.
1800h
This is the post-dinner period where the perps lay on extra noise, but they were very busy while I was making dinner, and especially so when I was taking the cling wrap off the cheese. There have been many cling-wrap wars, and also, cheese is a major fetish for the assholes who flick chunks of it about, and who forced me into getting a slicer instead of the grater. (The latter couldn't be found in the last move). And they are still fucking with the lie of the slices, and always flip them about, usually at a 90 degrees offset between slices. It is simply amazing the amount of effort they devote to this banality, and won't summon the gumption to come out of the closet.
Anyhow, the entire objective of the constant annoyances is to keep me talking away, as in swearing in complaining about these gutless juvies that continue to keep me in this undeserved purgatory.
1825h
The front door and room shaking has ramped up to 2/minute as the putative residents depart in serial form, as if in a frat house. And while reading the name of an actress, not to be repeated here, the coughing was precisely time for that very moment of cognition. Similarly, yesterday, while reading the name of someone I know, the perps zoned me out so "I" didn't recognize the name, and kept reading. It was only upon re-reading was I allowed to recognize the name. And now, the distant loud mufflered vehicles are making their noise, as if I had the window open and I don't. More of the projected sound games IMHO.
2105h
The overhead pounding and squeaking has started up; I had been reading about the Boeing 787 aircraft, and the perps decided to get into noisestalking this with their most intrusive noise. The in-house "activities" had been minimal for the past hour or so, a welcome relief.
2140h
The adjacent parking lot action is heating up; they are supplying voice noise (as I call it) from my right side, even if there isn't a cover story for them to hang around in an ill-lit corner of the lot. About 10 minutes earlier, the perps created the noise of dinner plates slamming all by themselves, something they wouldn't do as they are lying flat. And they may have added a zap in there as "I" jumped some, and ordinarily I wouldn't have. I cannot trust any reaction to be my own.
2245h
Time to blog off, and call this another dull day in hell in the service on nonconsensual human experimentation.
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