Back to Pruning

28-01-2020
Back to the regular vineyard gig again, this being my first day back. As always, any new event, be it a new job, job location or even a resumption such as this, begets extra imposed fuckery. You know, the "usual" problems that vineyard pruners face, e.g. making mistakes (cutting the wrong cane). Except that I know this place, the vines, and have sufficient experience that I would not ordinarily make these mistakes. Funny how the "mistakes" rolled off after a few hours. The next day the assholes fucked me out of taking my regular ADD medications, which was when the new boss lady dropped by. (She is working at the other vineyard).

A Monday, and yoga in the evening, and in concert, an extra large crowd. So many new faces at this shit show tonight and at least 20% were utterly hopeless and if not for a practice session (my supposition, as many seem to know the next move before the instructor), I would think they would be best suited for couch surfing. So what is yoga class but a "TI Gangstalk Tour" for the invited? I was looking up alternate yoga studios, and one was attesting to their casual "vibe" and that laughter was not only common, but promoted. There ain't no laughter at the sessions I go to, just this heads down grimness, long the calling card of these orchestrated Fuckwits. Though to be fair, the staff are fine. In fact, one instructor who was making jokes, didn't last too long, even if she was cute, blonde and young.

And again at yoga, more wierds, and even compounding three profound Unfavored" features in the form of one individual; a male with tight curly hair (blonde) hair with the fugliest set of fine bluish tattoos all over his arms and some coverage on his legs. I couldn't bear to look at this multiple Unfavored freak, and yet the Psychopaths kept sending my gaze there, about three mats away.

And again, why is this class getting so full, so early? Time was that I was the first one in at 10 minutes early, but I am now pressed to find a spot leaving at my usual time. And what is with the pre-selected mat locations? One woman who came a minute or two after me, as I saw her coming through the door, (a time honored gangstalking location), just "happened" to have her studio supplied mat in place before she arrived in the practice room next to me. She put her towel on the mat, but I don't get it; how did she know the mat was there for her?

Onto the TI community. Here is a TI that managed to finish his PhD while the heat was on; individual21 -Stephen Mullet's 89pp story of how targeted abuse and arranged coincidences came down on him, and in addition, his conclusions as to the greater picture this fits into. For example, the police are a criminal organization (my own determination too, based on personal experience), and others. Some details on numeric and syntactical "coincidences", with the bottom line (mine); don't use so-called social media. Quoting from his conclusions:

 Once again, I have done the impossible.  I have proven convincingly that the U.S. government is behind nearly every mass shooting and terrorist attack on U.S. soil, and even those occurring in other nations.  Considering the sheer number of shootings, terrorist attacks, and homicides I have proven in this post, and then considering all those I have not yet addressed but have confirmed to be manipulated, we can reasonably infer that the US government is orchestrating the socio-political and cultural order through the strategic manipulation of events, including major terrorist attacks, celebrity deaths, high profile legal cases, and more, in order to control the unfolding of history as we proceed towards the New World Order, and the utopian one world government.
            
In this 89 page document, I have shattered the sacred beliefs of the American ideological system.  Liberty is a lie.  The American dream is a lie.  Capitalism and the free market are lies.  America is fundamentally a planned economy and social order.  The powers that be have merely deceived the public into believing that the socio-political order is being governed by the invisible hand.  In reality, it’s the government that controls everyone’s fortune.  The government has determined everything you are, everything you have ever accomplished, and everything you will ever accomplish.  This restraint upon the liberty rights of the populace appears to be accomplished through ties to the education system, workplace, interest groups, and other social outlets through the COPS program.

"Proved" is a stretch IMHO, but worth a read. I have yet to be convinced of a "one world government" master plan by anyone, but perhaps I am being contrary on this one. And as a footnote to other complaints he has stated in the document I have a warning for hm; if you suspect your girl action is orchestrated, termed as "police snitches", then prepare yourself for similar related issues that come down, e.g. no libido, no functional ephemeral bone etc.

Speaking of orchestrated/planted girlfriends, back before the perps went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002, they planted two girlfriends over a three year span. One stayed in circulation after the apartment invasion, and who alternately stated she wanted to help me (har, har) and then would be clearly abetting the Psychopathic torturers. And she wasn't too big on empathy when the chips were down, as they were so often in those helter-skelter days of intense and unconventional abuse. That would be Ms. C of my story, (elsewhere in the blog), and when I departed her place in 2003 with some of my belongings of my own apartment, she claimed that she loved me etc. A ridiculous proclamation to say the least, especially given her spotty track record with the truth and obvious perp abettance. To this day I cannot fathom why the Psychopaths would put on that highly absurd and transparent act for so little outcome. Because when I attempted to return two weeks later and pack up the rest of my belongings and clean out my apartment, (and also visit her) the border patrol pulled their guns on me for no reason whatsoever. So her absurd statement of fond attachment was the last time I saw her, though some emails and phone communications persisted for three more years with declining content. That is my biggest WTF moment of this whole abuse-athon of its nearly 18 years (and running). And will likely be the biggest WTF moment of my existence.

Interesting that individual21's harassment started in 2002, when mine did, as I term it, they  "went berserk/overt".

01-30-2020
Onto the more mundane but repeated fuckery; the assholes lost my keys to the landlord's house I am looking after. Which meant that I took their mail to my place for safe-keeping, which is probably the plan in the first place. I just don't know what it is about mail, but the perps are berserk over it, and handling someone else's mail is cause for them to ramp up the fuckery and idiocy. Last year I picked up a parcel for the landlady, and having the same street address on my ID allowed me to pick it up for her. That event brought me all kinds of gangstalking action and a "hold-up" at the pokey, (normally not busy) PO. A "hold-up" at cashiers and public counters is my term for when they plant a Fuckwit ahead of me who has a "difficult problem" that requires extensive time to resolve. Another variant is stacking the line ahead of me with a Fuckwit/gangstalker surge, for the same reason; to keep me waiting in line for this blatant obstruction to conclude. And do the Psychopaths ever love to have me in a queue so their Fuckwits can slowly tread over top of where I was standing.

The missing keys may be findable at the location where I parked my vehicle at the vineyard; I take much care in handling my keys, and ensured they were in a zippered pocket with my car keys so they don't go missing in the vineyard or other such unfindable location. But "somehow" the keys just flipped out on their own, "somehow" unnoticed. The assholes also pulled this shit with the same zippered ski pants about four weeks ago, with a different key. I figured the key was lost for good in some vineyard location (prior gig with many vineyards), but were found in the snow once it melted near my parked vehicle at the landlord's house.

And what is it about keys that so fixates the Psychopaths? Co-workers leave their keys in ridiculous places in the vineyard (on the ground FFS), then another time, unintentionally as it seemed as I "found" her keys at her locked vehicle when I was on a weed whacking job that morning. Another time, she lost her keys at her place and another co-worker drove her to retrieve them.

Which is a segue to this same (key misplacing) co-worker who I "happened" to meet at a supermarket after work yesterday. You know, the designed coincidence; I stopped at this particular grocery store after work that I had never patronized before as it had sausages that were particularly good, and lo, she was there shopping too. As it turns out, she is pruning the other vineyard. We met with a hug, another long running perp stunt, though it was an entirely appropriate greeting in the context. (I just cannot stand these orchestrated "huggie" events the Fuckwit gangstalkers put on with such frequency in my proximity). So here I was, involved in the same.

And as it "so happens" as part of the lead-up to permit my after work grocery shopping and co-worker hug (per above), I did not have the usual urgency to get to the bathroom after work. For the past two weeks, it has been such that I need to get to the crapper within a minute or less of my return to my residence, every work day. This is highly unusual timing, especially the forced bowel movements, and the assholes usually don't permit me to remove my ski pants (over my running tights as long underwear), or my large boots. One day they even pulled a double; a forced crap as I was about to head out the door, forcing me to remove my coat, though without sufficient time to remove my ski pants or boots. Then when I came home that same day, another forced crap similarly attired given the imposed urgency. The Psychopaths insane and relentless fixation in defecating and shit is limitless. And I don't think it is just me, given the profusion of street crapping in California that has been making the news for the last few months. It was to the degree that it even spawned an app for one's phone spotting the latest crap locations.

Then if the fuckery over losing the keys today wasn't enough, the assholes struck again this evening with another stunt; the "forget the wallet" jerkaround. And of course I was caught out big time as I had a basket full of groceries that I was about to pay for, and lo, no fucking wallet. I am sick fucking fed up of the insane fuckery over what is in my wallet, and the forced "forget" games over having it on my person. Just leave me the fuck alone, I have had enough. And if you really want to unpack my grocery basket for me, just come by, introduce yourself and wave a $1000 bill and I won't ask any questions, as much as would like to. You fucking insane assholes.


Speaking of that gangstalking hole, the SOF supermarket and their heads-down staff, what was the point of that ridiculous cough-stalking Fuckwit last week? A male ponytail (in grey FFS) was walking toward me in a store aisle that I frequent as my last shopping before the checkout, and here he was doing this fake cough with a consistent tone while walking along for at least 30'. It was like; I don't stop for throat clearing, because I am not really here for shopping anyhow (no basket), and besides, my throat wasn't that bad anyhow but needed to keep up the noise trace.  If I was allowed to be witty, I should of told him to keep his Corona virus to himself (a joke).

I reckon that perambulating throat clearing Fuckwit was an paid operative; they cannot rely on locals to look so absurd, never mind being able to keep a throat clearing act going for so long and consistent in tone. I have known the Psychopaths to screw with my throat function many thousands of times, at the most strangest of times, and even when on the move. I doubt if they would entrust a local person to pull this off the way they wanted, and too, reveal another of their invasive stunts; we can fuck with your throat, mucus in your throat and/or your vocal cords anytime or anywhere we want.

And what was with the dog barking coverage today? For at least two hours in the morning, a distant big dog bark that kept up. Later in the afternoon, the Pyrenees belonging to a vineyard house about 80m away, and kept in a pen, kept up the barking for at least an hour. Said dog's owner was there all the time, but she just put it outside in the pen and let it bark. Sometimes they let it out and the dog comes by and we play for a short span. And with no tractor activity these days, and the owner home, why didn't they let it out? They know I like the dog and it is no problem. (Or at least, none that I will confess to, protecting the dog's reputation and not saying anything about his tendency to chew on the vines to get my attention and keep the game going).

I met my new boss lady two days ago, in keeping with the Psychopath managed game of incremental introduction. Going back a few weeks ago I asked the vacationing boss via email who was my new foreman (woman as it turned out) and he didn't reply for a week. Another winery person I asked didn't know, and took three days to return my text. I finally got a name and a number and called the next day, introducing myself on her voice mail. A few days later I got a return call and negotiated which vineyard I was to work in. She said that she would come by Tuesday, after I started Monday, which she did. So all this back and forthing, voice mail and finally meeting took at least ten days. This kind of "incremental introduction", typically of someone I will have a longer association with, is straight out the Psychopath's playbook. In fact, nearly all my introductions to others have been like this since they went berserk/overt in 04-2002, and likely many before. Another variant is to have others talk the person up with name-dropping before I meet them.

Enough for a posting I reckon, as my regular weekly schedule seems to be getting interfered with.

Glassware Sabotage

03-20-2017
And what is it about glassware that so interests the perps? From glass bottles to glass storage vessels, they are totally besotted. So much so in fact, the assholes punched a hole in my borosilicate glass Bodum vessel. It is just the perfect size to grasp, and serves to keep half my smoothie in for the next day. BUT FOR SOME REASON the assholes needed to break it, this time surreptitiously, as they didn't cause me to fumble or drop it, their usual routine so to blame the victim. None of that; I cleaned it, put it in the rack, and looked at it a while later, and lo, if the assholes didn't put a hole in it, pictured below. No glass pieces to be found in the sink or anywhere and more unusually, no cuts, aka, bloodletting, one of their all time favorite jerkarounds.  And what is the meaning of that for crissakes? All to change up the vessel I suppose, and too, change the design as I don't see these straight sided vessels available any more. Who knows, maybe the new ones come from a different factory too, and that fascinates the perps too.

Long time regular readers will know that they pulled this shit over my Bodum coffee maker about three years ago, and as part of it, had my mother's one drop out of the cupboard and smash, all so I could recover the hardware parts. Later, I took her hardware parts and mated them to my same sized coffee maker, to re-construct a coffee maker with different generations of parts, vessel, handle, stem, filter and lid. Then a year later they fucked me out of drinking coffee with the invoked pissing problem.

 Anyhow, Monday night yoga stalk wasn't quite the "squeeze together" show of last week, and the dude count was down to 4, from six. They put the blonde babe back on again, this time at the other side of the room, not beside me like three weeks ago when she was last there as a major distraction. In the lobby after class, she came to "visit" in all her gorgeous legs, (wearing shorts) while I was putting on my footwear, strutting about and making sure I saw her in all her majesty. Then they inserted the regular stalker dude following her, the one who hangs around me and "happened" to be on door stunt duty last week.  That is, the one who was on the other side of the door of the practice room when I opened last week, a regular stalk-stunt that "happens" far too often to be coincidence. Now that the cold weather has abated, I must devise a way to get the hell out of the yoga lobby area faster, so these loitering Fuckwits don't have a chance to put on their show. But one can readily figure out their countering ploy; instead of letting me leave the class first or second, with everyone hanging back for some weird reason, they will suddenly start hurriedly leaving and block my egress. It is worth a try, just to see if the mass stalking behavior suddenly changes.

03-24-2017

Pruning vines all day yesterday, and today. The good news is that we have finished pruning the some 30 acres, finishing late today. In characteristic fashion the perps sabotaged my electric pruner set yesterday morning, just after the morning break. The electric pruners had been working fine the day before, and for the first two hours. Then it just plain conked out. Classic perp timing; when 80-90% done, the essential tool craps out. So I used hand pruners (secateurs) and loppers to do the job, including all today. So I was the one of five without the red vest with its integral battery pack, and of course, no electric cutting tool. And what was that all about? Four of the five of us have identical models, all purchased at the same time last year, and all of them held up fine except for the set that I had. (We each kept the same set each day). So what was that piece of sabotage all about? In past experience, the assholes have multiple aims; no red garment (vest), no battery pack on my back, no EMF discharge from the cutting tool, use of different hand, wrist and arm muscles in manual application of pruning tools etc. All while the rest of crew kept going with using their electric pruners of course. All fascinating comparative details if you are a perp Psychopath and have been hounding the victim for nearly 15 years as to what color of garments one wears, proximity to electric energy fields and EMF pulses. And all the better while pruning, as in cutting plant material, another perp preoccupation that has been evident early on since they first went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002.

And I suppose, when one reads "The Secret Life of Plants", and finds that plants have a electro-sensitivity to adjacent plants being harmed, it seems to add the perp need to discover something about plant-human (psychic?) interactions. Lets see; human have been plant tending for 10,000 years, and assuming the Psychopaths (perps) were present then, then why in the fuck have they rounded on me in this macabre nonconsensual human experimentation project, after arming me with a battery pack and an electric pruning tool, and as a job, pruning vines for a living? I don't know, and I am sure a lot of abetting assholes (scum-inals in my parlance), who do know.

And what was with the cough-stalking with my crew members today? Four of the five of them broke into coughing while proximate to me, plus a few well timed sneezes. And fakey coughs too. The boss man had a cough all day long and had an unerring knack of timing his coughing just as I put the manual pruners around the vine cane I was about to cut. Another piece of adroit cough timing was when I had just made a pruning decision as to what to cut. So do they sign up to be invaded so they are forced to cough at the exact moment that is perp preferred?

Onto another current beef; I have been trying to sell my Camry for two months now, and so far I have got three text/email responses and one person came and saw it, but didn't buy it. Today another (rare) call, and a tentative meeting, but she phones at the appointed time to say she cannot make it. At least she phoned, unlike other no-shows. Other prominent sale blockages of the long past include real estate and lo, if I didn't lose a bundle in a stable, if not, rising market. Never mind been hung out to dry for a year.

03-25-2017

After three weeks, my RCA interconnect cables arrive in the mail, precipitated by a solder "failure" that self erupted inside the RCA plug housing of my extant cables. It took a 10 days for "Express" mail to make it from MN to BC. Then to add insult to injury, the landlady kept the package overnight and dropped it off this (Saturday) morning when I was out attending to laundry. Given the need the perps have to mess with connecting cables, including driving (vehicular gangstalking) all those phone and internet service vehicles around me, why should be I surprised?

03-26-2017

The perp's need to add the "running Fuckwit" gangstalkers was finally revealed to me. These are the seeming (out of place) idiots who are arranged to run on the streets in street wear, and do not include the plethora of day-glo runners/joggers out for exercise. The "running Fuckwits" will run on city blocks where there is no bus route, or even on suburban streets where there are no offices. So much for the excuses like running for a bus or late for an appointment. The last-most "running Fuckwit" of note was an E. Indian (from India) running along a suburban secondary arterial in a turban and a suit. No bus route, no nearby stores, incongruous running clothing, so what was the excuse?

Well as it turns out, the basis of aerial flight is the lift provided by the earth's photonic energy field, and not the pressure difference between the lower and upper wing surfaces. Otherwise, an aerobatic aircraft would never fly, as it has a symmetrical wing cross section. Or, aircraft could not fly upside down. More speed begets more lift. So... it would seem the running Fuckwits would be picking up more photonic energy than that of their adjacent gangstalking confreres, and it would seem they want to compare this elevated energy interaction to adjacent other and myself (kept in a densfied magnetic field) in whatever way they do. So you thought the Olympic track and field show was all about athleticism?

A total shut-in day this Sunday, and am still getting motivationally blocked on putting my dopamine paper together so to escalate this multi-faceted problem in search for a doctor that gives a shit. Not forgetting this insane dopamine obstruction theme began in 04-2002 when the assholes shanghai-ed me into hospital and took my dopamine enhancing stimulant medications away (that were very effective) and fed me dopamine agonists (blocking the dopamine and making me MUCH worse). If you think doctors are to help you and are acting in the patient's best interests you are sadly mistaken in my experience. Are we any any further in the West (Canada and the US in this case) than Soviet-style methods of sending state-deemed undesirables into mental hospitals with no due process and for no clinical reason? No. And keep a print out of all your contacts with you, as it saved my ass while in there. And check on what the doctor wrote in the chart (record) before the consult ends, as they will fucking lie to make themselves seem important.

Anyhow, enough of the daily detritus of dealing with Psychopathic Confederacy and screaming at the assholes so I can key what I want instead of having my fingers re-directed. Some 40 years of keyboarding and this is where I am kept.

Christmas and the First Feral Family

12-30-2014
Last week, Christmas and the faux cheer from the First Feral Family, presently at my perp abetting mother's residence in Victoria, BC. This is a travel trip from Penticton where I reside, but as it "happened", it was arranged to spend Christmas in Kamloops with my brother and family. I did the driving in each direction, and even was allowed the foresight to pack a few of my belongings and drop them off at my place in Penticton, adding some three hours onto the drive. Call it a 5 day road trip within the confines of a three week road trip. This has been done before, two years ago with all the same players, vehicle etc. One notable difference was there was a new highway 17 that cut out some 40 min. of  stop-start driving, and thank goodness for that. They were at least 30 years in behind in getting highway from the Tsawwassen ferry terminal to Hwy 1.

And my mother is in her ditz mode again, pretending to be unaware and then being very sharp or else run to be so. Her hearing is worse, and so things must be repeated at loud volume. Perfect perp fodder, who seem to revel in causing events to occur twice or more.

My farm worker friend came by yesterday, now in the horticulture business, and coincidentally (har, har) does work on my mother's suburban property. This was after I cut a 3" bough from a pine tree in the backyard that was drooping into the area where my mother wants the compost pile rebuilt. She had the tree climbers/arborist outfit working in the backyard in the summer, but they all somehow missed dealing with the most problematic branch of all. I don't know what it is that the perps are so nuts about when it comes to trees and plants, but clearly they wanted me to work on the offending branch and to be then taken on a walk in a wooded trail. I wanted to do a backwoods hike but she jammed out on me. Before she arrived, the perps made sure I had my lunch, paced around, and then ate a 100g chocolate bar, just barely finishing it when the doorbell rang. Funny how they want me out and about post-chocolate bar ingestion.

To finish of my walk yesterday, the perps put on two Caucasian families with children, and lo, if there wasn't an adopted negro child too who tailed me on his bicycle and even got in the way a couple of times too. Just what I love, child gangstalkers. How do they know to stalk me?

And of course the negro viewing has increased here in the bigger city, as well as on TV, which I see often while at the First Feral Family residence, as I don't have TV service where I live. Today they even put on a negro just-stand-there stalker at the road side while I was driving my mother past. In a red and olive green hoodie busy staring up at absolutely nothing, in keeping with many of the roadside gangstalk Fuckwits.

The perps have also given me a cold, which necessitated a trip to the local LD store to load up on supplements to combat this biological incursion. And I see today they added on a cold sore, though I don't think they are biologically related, as I have never had both at once before.

And the world tragedies seem to erupt with uncommon coincidences when I relocate to the FFF residence; it was Dec. 17 when I flew down, and that evening on TV there was video clips from a commercial passenger aircraft that hit 40 minutes of severe turbulence with some passengers getting hurt. A day after taking the ferry back to Victoria on Dec. 27, why, an Italian ferry headed to Greece in the Adriatic Sea had a fire below on the car deck and all living passengers were airlifted amidst a howling gale and through the night. And too, an Air Asia flight, QZ8501 has gone missing in the Java Sea....


The news had it that it was a tragic coincidence that three S Asian flights suffered tragedy all in one year. Coincidence my ass; the perps just love to dump aircraft into the ground or ocean, and seem to have an unerring knack of pulling this stunt in concert with me relocating/traveling. Flight TWA800 "happened" within two days of me traveling to France and staying at a village house for a week. As it was Paris bound it was all over the TV news in France, and I didn't need any translation upon seeing the imagery. My then wife, part of this insane orchestrated abuse when I was kept as a naive victim, was quite (extra) pissy over the TWA800 tragedy when on the TV news, and busied herself by working in the kitchen out of viewing range of the TV. I thought her behavior was a little odd then, and as this insane life orchestration and relentless abuse erupted in 04-2002, and all its managed coincidences came to be known, it fitted the pattern I have come to know, and have just articulated

12-31-2014
Another late get-up at 0930h and not really getting going until 1100h. And imposed hijinx on the small amount of mortar (cement) I needed to make up. My brother gave me the full 20kg paper bag which somehow got a hole in it so he put it in a cardboard box. And lo, if the box didn't have a hole in it once I began to handle it, and so I put it in another cardboard box. But that didn't work as the split bag spilled some more, so I put the bag into a plastic garbage bag. And lo, despite my careful efforts, the garbager bag split and so I put it into a second plastic bag that finally contained the leaking mortar mix. At each transition I had to clean it up of course, so these streaks of grey cement powder remained no matter how much I swept it with the broom.

All that pissing around to put two cup fulls in this door in the wall which seems to get successively invaded by ants, and now some animal that likes to dump gravel in it.  This door in the wall is where the municipal water supply feeds the house, and we know who likes to study water supplies via this victim, don't we?

Compost sifting this afternoon, and lo, if the hacking neighbor didn't come out to attend to his compost next to the fence. Then the steel grinding neighbor chipped in with more noise, as did the table saw noise act. Oddly, no lawnmower noise. Then the S-76 Sikorsky air ambulance did two low passes, presumably to give me ambulance coverage from above as we haven't had enough of the vehicular kind this FFF visitation, have we? As in not; about every hour or two of driving one would "happen" to be on the highways per above road trip.

01-01-2015
No excitement in bringing on the new year; my perp-abetting mother stayed up as we watched something that counted the minutes and seconds. Before that it was PBS and a tedious Gershwin suite of the NY Philharmonic Orchestra. It was New Year themed, but was mistimed so to not coincide with the New year in the PST zone. Besides, the guest negro vocalists, both in great voice, were no doubt arranged for both of us to see. As mentioned many times, if one has been locked in cages with negro children, (see here), then one has quite a different perspective and abreaction profile to various skin colors.

About a week ago the CBC news put on a substitute negro male anchorman, and I bailed on it, seeing yet another perp rouse to have me get more negro exposures. I turned the TV off and went to bed, but for some strange reason my perp-abetting mother "needed" to see the news and turned the TV on and watched this same newscast for a whole two minutes and then turned it off. Can we say emulation games again?

The laundry fuckery continues; my mother's washing machine puts on more lint thatn the clothes had when they were put in. And she puts on the ditz act when I bring it to her attention, just like last year at this time. So... I decided to beat this by taking my laundry to a laundromat instead. And lo, if my laundry didn't get fucked with again, as there were (non-lint) whitish streaks on my clothes, ostensibly "from" the powdered detergent I used. And why is laundry sabotage so important to the sickos? Regular readers will know that other forms of laundry sabotage are;

• stealing it and having the E. Indian thief wear my clothes, 
• stealing it for good, having the load stop due to imbalance problem when I am totally fastidious about loading the washing machine evenly, 
• having abetting shills, Ms. C as one example, volunteering to do my laundry,
• stiffing me with detergent with unwanted perfume smell, 
• having fabrics pill in odd places, 
• pulling threads even on synthetic clothes, 
• linting "from" the washing machine, 
• having two loads in side by side identical washing machines, one with a black colored vane, the other a white colored vane, and of course the
• parade of Fuckwits and dither-ditz's loiter around me for no seeming reason.

And when will this insane mania over my laundry ever end?

Other normal-peculiar FFF perp abetting behavior on this trip is to have them flex their foot and wave it about while seated and watching TV, all to have it "happen" in my peripheral vision for the most part. Both my mother did this, and my brother when visiting them in Kamloops. Once noticed, I shift myself or the TV tray to obstruct this stupid shit that has gone on for every extended visit since 04-2002 when this abusive insanity began and hasn't let up.

The perps even went extra silly yesterday on this theme/foot-waving stalking. I moved the TV tray to block the sight of my mother's foot waving, but wasn't thorough enough as there was a small sliver remaining. She then placed her foot such that it was in this small window, and so I moved the TV tray some more to obstruct it again. This time she moved her foot higher to be seen above the TV tray, not below. So then I shifted my position in my chair to turn away from this idiotic pursuit of my peripheral vision and finally it was over. Three attempts to rid her waving foot in my peripheral vision, which suggests that my vision is totally monitored and that every possible angle of visibility is known, and that she gets immediate direction where to place her foot. If someone can explain that in a conventional context I would surely like to know.

01-03-2015
Another late get-up, 0930h, for 9.5 hours of sleep, with 8.0 being my usual. Nearly every day they have screwed me into 9+ hours of sleep. Long ago, before the Day Of  Infamy (04-2002) when they began with a high tech apartment invasion, I could never figure out why January was such a doggy month and was doing 9+ hours of sleep each day. Now I know, it was the Fuckwits, and for "some reason" they like to run me with extra sleep this month of the year.

I was slinging compost in the backyard of the FFF house here, as the gardener and my brother couldn't get it together to do this for the last three months. And as it "happened" they didn't dig out the 2014 compost in the summer and piled leaves and debris on it. And so I had to combine the two very different piles and make them one consistent compost pile, which I did.

And so the neighbor noises sprang to life again; lawnmowers (yup, in early January), house tapping/faux construction, neighbor throat clearing and hacking, hot-rod muffler noise, neighborhood vacuum cleaners, overhead aircraft etc. When the 1530h afternoon dusk onset dinginess came on, the leaf blower whine started up for the last hour until I got it into one big pile. And even my perp-abetting mother got into digging some sieved soil/compost that was available. Then she came out again for a pointless question, no doubt doing the house-to-compost pile gangstalk walk and back again. (She never asks me about when I want tea for crissakes, and the answer is always the same, when I am done (the current job)).

Before that, major gangstalking at the public library, with the cough stalking stunt the highlight. I was looking at the DVD's and this Fat Woman with a kid sneaks in within 3' of me and lets go of a mighty cough which scared the shit out of me. And after 12.5 years of insane and relentless gangstalking, how would it be possible to sneak up on a victim (me) who is in a total alert state everywhere in public? Why, mind control, aka remotely applied cognitive manipulation/obstruction. This shit who cough-stalked me was not coughing beforehand or afterwards; in other words, it was a just-for-me cough-stalk

But she wasn't the only wacko Fuckwit in the library; this dude was on just-stand-there (sentry mode) duty, and while he moved his head or his arms, he was planted in the same spot, not anywhere near a bookshelf or plausible cover story, for at least 10 minutes. Like WTF; he wasn't in any lineup and wasn't at a table or catalog, just staring away for crissakes. I did a pass near the Fuckwit to make sure he was all there, and he was looking away and shaking his head with a smirk on it for crissakes. Like he wasn't all there, as in mentally deranged.

Then onto H* D* that big box store with the orange smocked staff, and lo, if their greeter wasn't in a freaking wheelchair. Someone knows how much I loathe these particular objects, and then had me look to the side, and lo, if there wasn't an empty wheelchair there. My lucky day, and perhaps the last all-out gangstalk before I leave this freaking town (Victoria, BC) in five days.

Some TV watching last night, and my mother doing her foot-waving bullshit from her chair. And me, I turn away and block it from my vision with a TV table and my hand at my head. Then she asks a dumb question to break up my repose. And she has started a new obnoxious habit of banging the floor with her foot which nicely sends a vibration through me as I am seated some 6' away. And too, having the unerring knack of banging the floor when a negro is portrayed on TV, or even East Indians (from India) now too.

Three days ago the Fuckwits gave me a dime sized cold sore at  L end my my mouth, next to my lips. The next day I see an ad on TV at LD for Ab*a that was advertised for cold sores. After running the gangstalk gauntlet at LD, I find the product at $22 for a whole 2 grams (not much). I use it, and it begins to work, and now today, I see another product called lysine (an amino acid) also advertised to help get rid of cold sores. I haven't bought any of the latter product, but could this "activity" over cold sores be too much of a coincidence? And we know who manages coincidences don't we?

01-05-2017
My daughter came over from Vancouver for the day, all (seemingly) for a post-Christmas lunch put on my perp-abetting mother. Most curious as to why she would do that, travel on the ferry and return in one day. I can only assume it was some kind of perp inspired event, bringing the Vancouver energetics to this gangstalk town of Victoria.

My brother also came along with his obsessional nature over garage sales and picking up bargains etc. He put all my landscape prunings in his white van beforehand, so presumably the van was on gangstalk duty too. My daughter used the PC for a few minutes, and afterward I find she left her employment letter for me to see. What was that all about anyhow?

As it "happens", she starts work the same day I fly back to Penticton, so perhaps there is some perp cosmic energetics/synchrony in that for whatever they are looking for.

Onto posting this today (Monday) as I got sucked into Downton Abbey last night.

Habit Disruptions

1855h
This being a Thursday, it is the day for challenging yoga and then the strength training workout in the afternoon, both being the few things that I look forward to. With the announced building water shutdown for 0900h, it was no surprise the perps had me get up at 0830h, and without enough time for the usual morning routine of eating first, and then showering. So, it was flipped around, shower and shave first, then breakfast and dishes. It is a big deal to the perps, but not any hardship for me.

And as it "so happened", I never found the water to be shut down at any time today, and nor did the perps have the first post shutdown water use make strange noises of entrapped air in the pipes. A total and unabashed bullshit show.

And could last night's first ever bath in years been the big deal? I have been hobbled with stiff calf muscles and I attempted to relieve this condition by bathing and massaging them. All to no avail, and still this mystery condition continued today without abatement. But it was the topic of mention at the gym class today, and how this problem can be alleviated by electrolyte pills. Now I learn what the "solution" will be, and maybe that will mean a downtown shopping visit for more perp games and gangstalking. But I do shower each day, just to alleviate any hygeine concerns.

One of the more odious characters of Tuesday yoga "showed up" at the Thursday class today, and he carried on his obsessive questions act again, along with "gut strutting", making sure I saw it hanging out there in profile. And he continued his coughing act, putting it on when I was thinking of something that wasn't controlled, or if I was deep in a pose. This is not the first time an operative has tracked me from one class to the other (differing locations, sponsors, and instructors), although all the others have been relatively benign, and I am supposed to be thankful some of the other disruptive lug-heads of the Tuesday class haven't also "showed up". This dude's inaugral greeting got the long lost friend act again, the actors making out that he once attended, and now has returned. Not likely, as I have been going for close to 10 months and never once has this idiot showed up at the Thursday class.

Anyhow, I went to the strength training class at the OB Rec. Center, and lo, if I was the only male class member of six, though one of the putative coordinators is male, and he comes in his bright red shirt to do his pacings back and forth, under the cover of executing his duties as overseer. The gym wasn't quite the gangstalker swarm it was last week, and that school resumed this week, it serves as the cover story of the population change. I still got a few weirds doing the strut in an obvious way, and one in particular came in an orange colored shirt. Another regular weird is the heavy tatoos act; this one woman has quite the armful, most in dark green, with some red and yellow also in the color mix. As it "so happened", the perps were working on orange later in the day, but blue earlier.

I wore my blue "rad pants" in place of my black workout pants as they were in the laundry that never got done for the bullshit water shutdown. Another repercussion was that the availibility of specific clothes was limited, as I was kept busy yesterday when ordinarily I could of done the laundry, and then got screwed again by the putative water shutoff.

The wearing of these pants, a thin windblocking nylon, earned me the least vehicular gangstalked 20 minute walk I have had in over five years. The perps backed off with the vehicular gangstalking when walking to yoga class this morning; it was unbelievable. There were the few tell hints; the wood palette leaded up against a pole, likely to created a wood interaction, as these pants have been on the bottom of my drawer since May when I moved in here, and were rarely worn in the past five years of harassment. More blue dressed ambulatory gangstalkers were out of course, following the black and white dressed ones. Once I departed from yoga, it was back to situation abnormal; a plethora of gangstalking, vehicles and walking, and even a few obvious "cool dudes" in shades (and red shirt) putting on the strut with another one on the opposite side of the street, gangstalking in parallel.

More weird goings on among the ambulatory gangstalkers today; the half on sweater, a woman with a backpack and had one side of her sweater on, and the other hanging loose, even if the backpack was more awkward in this configuration. And a street shouter male in long hair was minding his own business on the opposite side of the street, gangstalking in parallel, and then after five minutes or normality he started up his yelling act and essentially dogged me for the next 15 minutes, when I was inside the drug store, and then again when I stopped at the post office. Once I got out from the latter location, the police put on a show with their vehicle with flashing lights, and talking to him on the street, all to arranged to leave as little sidewalk room as possible to get by. More bullshit; but by dint of his shouting, the perps noisetracked me outside walking and inside two stores with the same noise, his loud ranting. Hardly a night goes by when I get this act, and here it was arranged to follow me on my path back to my apartment.

More fugly colors were arranged for me to see; there is a particular shade of red, a pinkish dusty color, and this was arranged on an male operative who was within 12" of the female operative in front of him at the pharmacy. I thought that they were together, but no; and what woman would tolerate someone she doesn't know so close to her, even as she was mobile? Only in perpland, where they have the same employer. Then this color "showed up" again as the color for these plastic totes at the grocery store that I stopped in on my way back, getting fucked out of the one item I needed to get for tommorow, the second such recent instance for this particular item. This fugly pink-red is not on any vehicles that I have ever seen, and I reckon the perps also had yesterday's marzipan cakes made up to be the same color. They looked good, but the top glazing color was off-putting to say the least.

And the copper color is also playing big of late; a Volvo 850 wagon was arranged outside the recreation center today, viewable from the windows. This same vehicle also "showed up" in May and June nearby when I was taking my belongings to the charity to dispose of. There can only be one of these in town, as it is an odd color for Volvo to use. I have also seen this same vehicle at the Volvo lot when it was local, about 12 months ago.

And there were more silver grey Volvo 245's on the road today; this being the color of the one I owned, gave to my daughter who sold it yesterday. I should have put a claim in on the proceeds when I gave it to her, but of course I wasn't allowed to think that far ahead, and if I did, it would of been fucked out of recall. More of these designed coincidences.

2120h
And I note that most of my pictures over the past few days did "not come out", meaning sabotaged. Another exposure gets substituted; I took a picture of a swarm of high school students, and somehow only the power lines ended up in the picture. There might be a few for inclusion, but not many, as in nearly all cases there is camera shake, when in fact, the camera has a shake compensating algorithm in it. Just another game for the perps. And of late, I notice that the moment of taking the picture is usually coordinated with a traffic light change, a sudden transient noise, or the subjects turning their heads or in some way reacting at that moment of the exposure. Another game of deep proportions it seems, as it may not just be a color energetics to exposure correlation, but some kind of psi energies going by the subjects' continued posing action.

2235h
More music listening, going over Puremusic clips again, as "I" skipped over many. Meaning, that I wasn't allowed to be thorough, and attend to the entirety of one web page at a time. There is nothing the perps like more than a re-visit to the same site or activity to do the same things again. And to aid them, they usually take out my previous link annotation, the purple text of the link, and revert it to blue, meaning unvisited when that is not the case.

Enough to call this a blog posting, and to call this a day, hoping I am not similarly hobbled with these calf cramps as I am today.

Monday Perp Action

1335h
It is a post-parent's place stayover day, and if it runs true to form, I will be kept awake an hour or longer in bed before I am allowed to sleep tonight. I even told the shrink this near always consistency, and he wasn't moved any to conclude that my external conspirators' model of harassment by unconventional means just might be closer to reality than any clinical cause. But as I said in a past posting, he claims to be giving me medications to "help with dealing with the harassment". Big joke, that, as it is plain to me that the color of the medications is more important as affirmed by recent accelerated depletions of my medication by unknown means. A supplement and a white color pill medication were depleted faster than my own use, all to have only the yellow and white pills remaining.

I get noisestalked each time I ingest the medications and supplements, so it is no surprise that there is significant perps interest. There have been past managed refill need situations that lapsed into a long weekend which provided a five day medication interuption. As always, there was no clinical effects noticed from being off medications. And significant yellow color stalking will also erupt should I run out of the yellow and white pills, and then drop back to normal frequencies once I resume the medication.

My email on MCActivism (here) started a chain reaction of opprobrium again; I don't try to create any controversy, but only weigh in on technical issues where it may be useful. As the "MC" is shorthand for mind control, it is very likely that the audience is monitored and controlled as much as I am. There are at least two standard bearers who routinely get cranked up over what I say, and then continue into personal trashing. I find the best way is to drop out for a while, and let the "issue" lie fallow until it is forgotten. Even my premise that most of the countermeasures are taken to serve the interest of the perps, playing puppet masters, was ignored. This has been my experience for the non-pain or intense sufference avoidance harassment countermeasures, and even that is supect. When the assholes were beaming pounding head pain at me, I would go driving, often all night, and that relieved the paint assaults. As soon as I stopped, the head pains came on again. Then the pains would relent at work.

Only later was I aware of the fact that the perps appear to have fundamental problems in remotely assaying one's energetics on concrete and ashphalt surfaces, also in determining color interactions (clothing and vehicle color), and interactions with tire rubber. That "my" solution to avoiding head pain was a (planted) notion to serve another aspect of the harassment and nonconsensual human experimentation agenda. So much for my countermeasures, when everything I do was scripted. They would have over a 100 vehicles out on the I5 at 0300h, in two clusters, one ahead, and one behind. Then they would send one vehicle by me from the rearmost cluster to the one ahead, in differing colors of course.

And when at my parent's place earlier today, my mother was up to her typical feints of "recalling" something just as she got in the vehicle, and adroitly leaving the vehicle door and the adjacent house door open so the interior of the house was visible from the driver's seat. This time it was a printer cartridge which is total bullshit, as she rarely prints anything. And as we have done this one before, she "decided" to bring out the LED flashlight to help, even though I got the cartridge out before she had returned with it. As one can discern, abruptly leaving a location/situation and then returning to it is one of the most common gangstalker moves going. Hence my more unusual take on Paris Hilton's woes of being in jail, out again, and then in again, albeit over a course of a week in this case.

And in the case of my mother's games with the printer cartridge, it then became the cover story of opening and closing three kitchen drawers to find a plastic bag to put it in. The needless opening of cupboards and drawers has been going on for years at their place and on occasion, I get mind-fucked into doing the same, as a "mistake" in going to the wrong location in my kitchen. And for the record, I never, ever make that kind of "mistake" past the second day of moving into a new location.

Another example of out-and-out mind control was last week, where I was mind-controlled to leave my breakfast dishes in the kitchen, and head to the bathroom for showering and shaving. I even came out of the bathroom with my pills in hand and went back to the kitchen to get a glass with water for pill intake. Only afterwards was I allowed to be aware of the fact that I had violated my decades long practice of doing the breakfast dishes immediately following breakfast, and in the second instance, walked by all the dishes and "didn't notice" that I had violated my habits. If this is not blatant and wanton mind-control, then I don't know what is.

1515h
I made a short shopping trip and was swarmed by the gangstalkers in two stores. They put on at least "just stand there" sentries enroute, and made sure the female white haired "customer" in front was another lead-ahead gangstalker, mysteriously delaying her egress to end up in front of me on the street. And once past her, an identically color dressed (all black) male gangstalker then took over gangstalking duties and followed me into the apartment building and then into the elevator, being held open by another fucker who appeared to be readied, as I did not see him arrive ahead of me.

Then the perps would not let me open the cookies I purchased, dithering my finger coordination to protract this activity to then enrage me. Again, they don't want me eating chocolate bars now, but instead, have directed me to chocolate cookies which are just as expensive. They also depleted at least two other items I had intended to purchase out of mind, and it is rare that I am allowed to fulfil a intended list of aquistions.

1800h
The highlights of the First Feral family gathering last night, first at my brother's for dinner, and then onto my parent's place was the deliberate standing in the way of the TV. Just planting themselves, my brother and my father later. In the case of the latter, I have alread reamed him out once before, but he has the Alzheimer's act as a cover story. There is a substantive magnetic field coming off the CRT type TV's, and of course there is the color interactions as well. With that combination, it is no surprise that the First Feral Family members are engaging in this level of blatant fuckery.

And he routinely puts on extra space outs whenever there is company; he did the same as last night, putting on a major "forget". All I know is that someone is running him or he is playing the script, as there is no way with Alzheimers that one could be so routine in flaunting how muddled he is. No one in the family seems to be terribly moved by all the possible ramifications of my father's purported dementia.

And while watching televison with them last night, they put on their duelling coughs last night; first one, then the other, and trading back and forth a few times. Another regular routine is for them to move their legs together in unison, crossing and uncrossing. And the next absurdity in this was that in doing so, and each pretending to be unaware of the other, their feet even clashed together a few times, this while sitting some 4' apart and moving their legs in unison. Neither mentions anything to the other is this extra-obvious feint.

When I am at my parent's place I am watching the TV while further back than they are, and I am viewing it between them. This is a similar setup to the perps games of creating "tunnel views" where the sight of someone, usually a unfavored demographic member, is planted between two gangstalkers.

This happened last week, when walking to my yoga class, where a black and white dressed ambulatory male gangstalker "met" an oncoming all black dressed gangstalker, and they did their usual discussion breakout, as so often happens. I looked away for an instant, and lo, when I looked again, there was a white and red color dressed woman further back, just standing there, who was spatially arranged between them. This little "threesome" of designed coincidence lasted a minute or so until I was getting closer to this arrangement, and then they split apart, all going different directions.

1935h
I am getting a near constant stream of loud noise from amplified (or faked) vehicles with no, or perforated mufflers, as well as the chopped motorcycle noise that the perps put on for my benefit. This is a bureaurcrat city, and there is rarely much action on a weekday at this time. The attraction might be that I am reading a very strange, but true, as far as I can tell, story of strange energies and the life of a brother and sister trying to deal with poltergeist like stuff. The story is here, The Vortex, though it seems that they could leave this physically behind. No such luck in my case.

I have also been getting the light flashing games; where white light is strobed and flashed on my wall behind the LCD panel, on the desk in front of it, and even on the keyboard. The perps are sticking with a cover story on this one, trying to make it seem that it is a "reflection" of the W. setting dusk sun off a tower building some 120' away, and that someone has gone hyperactive with moving windows to aim a reflection into my apartment. And as this happens most days where the sun is out, it does stretch the definition of probable. And it would seem that the real "need" is to have me pull the curtains to block it, and thereby gain some kind of differing light condition under which to study me some more.

2040h
The vision impairments have also been imposed while reading, and the noisescape of extra loud vehicles has continued in serial form. A siren cascade came on, though no actual emergency vehicles.

2150h
More throbbing and very loud 2 cycle motorcycle noise from outside, and along with this, a tonal ringing noise from inside somewhere that changes pitch, almost as if music.

2210h
More harassment over filling out the time; three attempts before I was allowed to get it correctly. Meaning, typo sabotage; all the time now. There is some patterns in it, but the topic strikes me as too detailed to convey a readable journalling. Or is that the planted thought to tell me that someone doesn't want their methods advertised?

A good read on the unusal numbers of premature deaths among UFO and abduction researchers, and then adds in microbiologists at an extra. The one prominent missing name is that of John E. Mack, a Harvard psychiatrist who took alien abductions seriously. It is likely he was deceased since this article was compiled. Titled, Is Someone Killing Our UFO Investigators?, and the answer that I would give is an unequivocal, Yes. And ditto for physicists that are pushing the edge in determining that Einstein's theory of relativity is a dead end, and there is a virtual sea of energy that we live in. Many of the "free energy" researchers have suffered similar fates, or at least continued spates of "bad fortune". I have mentioned the premature deaths of four physicists at the end of this past blog posting.

Enough of the vision impairments and the rest of tonight's hassles, time to blog off.

In the Beam

1930h
I am getting the dusk time reflective beaming from the glass of an building 120' away, and as mentioned in a recent post, not only does it "find its way" into my suite, but now flickers and has sudden onsets or shut downs, even as I type this. It seems that someone is fucking around, and they don't have much of a clue as to what they are doing.

I had a busy day with laundry and the insufferable parade of the gangstalker freakshow, then yoga, and then afterward, the recent addition of strength training. This was the first attempt at laundry in this new apartment building, and it was duly arranged to be a fuckover event. The soap and items were placed in the washing machine, and the coin operated device needed six quarters. A gotcha; all my quarters have been used for the bus fare increase, and I did not have six on hand. The washing machine's coin collection and handling device is straight out of the 1970's. We had one dollar coins in the mid 1980's and two dollar coins in the mid 1990's, so WTF, with quarters only?

So, I had to haul the clothes out of the washing machine, being careful not to have the liquid detergent leak, and then transfer all my laundry to my black duffel bag and take it to the erstwhile regular gangstalk show, the Maytag Laundromat. There, the attendant, Goth Girl, was outside in her shades with one of her Cheers like weirds/friend, and they were having coffee, the portable brown color reference substance. Regular readers will know that the perps have a fixation on all things colored brown, and also with all things related to doing laundry. Anyhow, these two sentries of the laundromat, were in the shade, and still "found" reason to both have their sunglasses on. Goth Girl saw me coming, and wasn't too moved as an employee to get inside ahead of me and sell me the plastic tickets for the washing machines. But she did follow me in, consistent with all the goings-on anytime I enter or exit any building.

Yet again, I needed her help as a ticket failed, which they do for me at least half the time. But I did get two washing machines started concurrently, after the false start of attempting to use the washing machines in the apartment building.

On the way to the laundromat I had an white duffel bag toting gangstalker on lead-ahead gangstalking duty until he pulled a "street theater" stunt and put his duffel bag down on one side of the sidewalk, walked to the opposite side, bent over, parked one foot on another, and then proceeded to light a cigarette in this bizarre posture, remaining still like a mime. This dude was acting too strangely to be genuinely afflicted with a clinical condition,- one of the rare "extreme freaks". And it was a given that I had to pass between him and his white duffel bag as part of the setup.

Then the parade of laundromat weirds began, and some had laundry on the go, some dropped it off, and others found excuses to come back again for unfathomable reasons. The biggest act was a woman who later came and was on the cell phone most of the time, one of the signature gangstalking devices. She even had little running-out-the-door routines scripted, and besides the EMF energies that go with cell phoning, her act was to stay talking with some kind of European accented English. After a 5 to 10 minute warm up, this was the cue for other gangstalkers to start simultaneous conversations, and so there were at least three parties gabbing away in some kind of energetics tracking testing, IMHO. Not that anything was intelligible by then, and I suspect the perps wanted it that way, just conversation tracking, ramping up from one, and her run-bys to outside and then back again, to three concurrent conversations. If this is where the perps are at, I am looking at least two more years of harassment while they fuck around attempting to map the energetic signature of every thought and everything I see, hear, sense, read etc., all simultaneously. It is fucking depraved that anyone should be submitted to this level of scrutiny and surveillance.

The perps did put on some recent magazines to read at the laundromat this time, as I had been burning out on the same Flare, Vogue and the rest of the women's publications, when in fact, there is about an equal gender frequency there, albeit from the perverted view I get of the gangstalking show.

True to form, she was the gangstalker for laundry unloading time, as I always get at least one to crowd me, or otherwise discourage me from using the closest table to the dryer I am using. I didn't recognize her, but for the amount of time she was "featured", 40 minutes, she could of been a morph-over of someone I knew. Anyhow, I was out of there in reasonable time, as there were no more perp sponsored fuckups.

The perps like me going to yoga, especially the more vigorous class on Thursdays, and I don't mind it either, even if I get plenty of light and/or plasma spatter. This time there was a place for me to put the mat in a new NE facing location, removed from the usual N facing mat situation which is arranged for me in advance as I am the last to arrive usually.

And indeed, there was the simulated "retina burn" from "reflections", which is really plasma being placed in my vision for tracking objects and other energetic interaction testing. My mat ended up being near the chairs at the back of the room, and one class member's white workout jacket was draped nearby. When was looking at the white jacket and and considering moving my mat further away, there were horizontal yellow plasma beams 3" x 1/4" placed in front of it for a few seconds until they dissapated.

The white jacket belonged to the woman 3' away, on the next mat, with me between her and her jacket. She is the one who gets "featured" most often in after class placement, often nearby while I wipe the mat down with the brown paper towel. Though today, she scooted out fast to go to the nearby washroom across the hallway, possibly for a concurrent reading of her in there, while I was still in the classroom wiping down the mat. I don't know her, we don't exchange greetings and there isn't any seeming commonality, and I have no interest in her, though at times, I do get my attention controlled to look at her or her dye-job hair for no connected reason for the circumstances.

And to be clear, I don't seek any romantic liasons whatsoever; as one can readily surmise that if I have an infinite horde of high-tech barbarians on my back 24/7, I have no expectation that anyone would step into the world I inhabit. Explaining the total life harassment is bad enough. Social isolation is what is what the perps want in any event. Any interaction that I have is scripted well in advance, and even at that, I often get the passive aggressive routine, pleasant, then unpleasant, then repeated. It is not too different than what I get from the ex, my daughter, and some of my thought-to-be colleagues in my working days.

As it "so happened", one of the regulars at the Thursday yoga class was at strength training later in the afternoon, though I did not see her at the Tuesday strength training class, curiously. And she doesn't exchange greetings with me at yoga where I have been attending for over three months. Though today she was compelled to tell me that if she doesn't make yoga next week, could I inform the instructor that she has an injury that prevents attendance? I said yes, I would, and she then introduced herself as Christina, which also "happens" to be the name of Ms. C in the story (how it all began in 2002). I am sure she can make a phone call like anyone else, but anyhow, it wasn't a big deal. I didn't get the warm fuzzies from this, an ulterior motive is always assumed by me, like regular classmates gangstalking in new locales, though I suppose each shill's response to doing the perp's bidding varies.

In this vein, the yoga instructor also "happened" to drive by when I was walking home from her class, and she is young and very attractive with reddish hair. Just as I was lining up my gaze on this shiftless male gangstalker across the street, she calls out my name, and I exchange greetings as I am crossing on the crosswalk in front of her and vehicle. This was preceded by the perps placing a kid on gangstalk duty with this abominable red afro hairdo in my gaze, putting two perp obsessed demographics in the body of one person, red hair and fuzzy afro hair. See this more recent summary of current perps obsessions.

Having me hear or articulate the names of activities, persons, specific verbs, nouns, proper nouns, adjectives and adverbs is a big deal for the perps these days. Very often someone will repeat a word needlessly in the course of speaking with them, though they don't overdo it as a rule. I am hypersensitized to manners of speech and the repetition of words that don't seem neccessary, especially when I get noisestalked over them as well. Yesterday's blogging of the over used word of "constraint" at the doctor's office is an example. I had a "words du jour" noted at the end of my blogs for a time, the list of the most noisetalked or mentioned words of the day, but that has "somehow" stopped, though this perp activity hasn't.

I was too wiped out from strength training and the 30 minute walk there that I took the bus home, and I noted I had three blonde women around me when I was seated. Only two seats away was a male suit, (wearing a suit, another perp fixation), and it made no sense this dude was taking the bus anywhere at 1530h, never mind becoming a "fellow traveller", as he got on and off at the same stops as I did. Very strange for his get up, and he was also on lead-ahead gangstalking for the first 60' of sidewalk until I split for the grocery store.

2130h
I had another planned flashback from my last residence location, the putative rooming house. It was a roundelay of contrived coughing, (coughstalking as I term it) when I was in the hallway waiting for the elevator to arrive. It started in one apartment and the "residents" took turns, and its timing ensured a geographic dispersion of the sources. It would of been fucking hilarious if I wasn't so fed up with this crap all the time.

I am getting blanked out as there was plenty more to write about, and all the weirds at the laundromat (as usual), but for some reason I am lacking recall, and very possibly the motivation to mention it.

That is enough for a blog posting I reckon; tomorrow I get a rest from the activity classes and moving of nonessential items that will likely play out on a once a week basis for the next few weeks.

2230h
Postscript; I was reading Lymeblog, about the horrors of this likely designed introduced biowarfare disease (I am not sure I buy the "mistaken release" part of it either), and then the assholes put on the rumbling noise and zapped me at the same time. Curiously, they didn't fuck me into yelling about it as "I" usually do.

An Added Male to Yoga

1415h
After mention of this male a few times in my yoga classmate's banter, he finally showed up today, though he didn't engage in any stunts or fuckery and kept to himself, like all the yoga class attendees. And lo, if he didn't have shorts on, the signature of the shill or operative, and even in snow storms as mentioned in a past blog. No big deal; they talked up his likely future presence, and there he was.

I find it interesting that for the perps to plant a male presence around me takes an all female introduction of at least six classes, a duration of six weeks. There is always the shiftless parade of males outside during yoga, and the perps have long managed to make sure that I see this in all its silliness, last week's lumber packing "pedestrian" being one. This week it was another crew of the shiftless, about 20 or so, mostly males, walking by on a residental backstreet. No military fuckers this week though. Perhaps that was too stupid to repeat. Most were in black clothing, sticking to the MIB decorum, though no suits, just scruffy fleece and other casual fabrics.

And there were plenty of maser and plasma beams flitting about the entire yoga session, and of course no one mentions anything. And the usual background noises, banter mostly, from the nearby commercial kitchens, a given in that location. As before, the window opening brought on a diesel truck driveby, and after a few minutes the window was closed again to then have that same noise repeat. My theory on that is the outside noise and vibrations are being directly calibrated to those on the inside,and from there, to my auditory faculties in real time.

And the lighting at the yoga class was changed up; an additional floor lamp was brought in, and placed 4' from one directly behind me, and offset so there was a line of sight of both of them to my back. This distance dependent lighting testing has been noted before, and they are still at it, almost five years later.

I got the impression that this session was rehearsed in my absence, as they were all ahead or behind me at certain points in the instructions, and rarely am I the only klutz in the class.

And before that, I made a visit to the grocery store, a 12 minute walk in one direction. The gangstalkers were out in full, and they even put on a follower from my front door when I stepped out to opposite the grocery store. This fucker was walking down the middle of the street when I stepped out, and eventually he "decided" to use the sidewalks like everyone else.

When I was returning, a seen-before WIB (Woman In Black) was also walking down the street in the zone where the parked cars reside, except there were none where she was walking unconcerned about being mowed down. She make no attempt to walk to the sidewalk like mere mortals. This was a stretch of sidewalk that had an asphalt and a concrete constructed halves, as it was widened with these two dissimilar materials for a block width.

At the grocery store the perps are making no bones about the gangstalkers; the multitudinous males, some of them "buddies" beside each other in unlikely combinations of an office worker (black briefcase in the shopping cart, -go figure) and his "pal", a vagrant type. Shopping together they were, as an all time first for me to see.

Another improbable gangstalker was a male fucker with no shopping basket hanging around the chocolate when I was there, and after I shopped elsewhere in the store for 5 or so minutes, he resurfaced from that same location, with nothing in his hands, and just stood around, some 10' away, while I was in the checkout.

The improbable events weren't entirely over, as the brown poncho-ed woman needed cigarettes, and that meant a 3 minute disappearance by the cashier to retrieve them. And while waiting, a vagrant male looking some 30 years older, "happened" to enter the store (beside the checkout), and lo, if they didn't know each other very well, and enjoined in an protracted embrace, the "huggies" stunt.

The regular Big Girl cashier was working some 30' away at the other side of the grocery store, and my attention was directed to her as she was framed between nearby objects, so I could only see her face from that distance. Past readers will know that I have described the inordinant coincidences when "I" look at things or people and "happen" to see a selected gangstalker or event, and my conclusion is my attentional faculties are under the perp's control. Anyhow, just when I turned to exit the store with my plastic bags in hand, the Big Girl was suddenly some 2' in front of me, almost too close to focus on, and was almost stepping into my path, though in fact, she probably stepped on the location where I was standing, as this is becoming more common of late.

This seemed to be a setup of the far away sighting, and then the extreme close-in look without seeing her approach me, as a planned gangstalker interaction. As Big Girl gets to gangstalk me nearly everytime, at least on weekdays, she must be someone I know in morph-over form. This is not a big deal, but it does roundly demonstrate that the perps invest a huge amount in what I see from what distance, not to mention the colors, fabrics, aesthetics, etc. and that this also relates to people as well.

Another local addition is a Nissan PAO with left hand drive that parks in this locality as the resident direct-from-Japan vehicle. I usually get vehicularly gangstalked by left hand drive vehicles once every two weeks now.

1540h
The overhead pounding has started up again; this is the tea and chocolate digestion period, and the perps even put on a "showerstalker" in the next door bathroom. (Defined as an operative taking a shower for the express coordination and harassment benefits that showering or bathing enables the perp's remote energetics assays.) Not a big deal; some noise, but they have been getting more "active" of late as the operative pounds the intervening wall for some strange reason, often with an added zapping to get me really pissed off.

The digestion of brown colored food items is of intense interest to the perps, as my brown signature will change over this duration, and seemingly, they cannot separate this from the other brown substances in me. Not my problem.

1615h
An eruption of talking outside has taken place along with simultaneous overhead clunking and wandering "residents" outside my door. Perhps the key to the perps' next games lies in harnessing "brown color energy", and that is the reason they are on top of me shortly after ingesting chocolate. And now, smell is being jammed up my nose. No rest for anything, even if I am a lifelong TI.

1635h
The coughing and hacking act that I get to hear off and on most of the day is now being brought next door, into the bathroom. These visits, in which they do nothing but flush the toilet and stand around, are now being used to get this particular noise in closer, and with a mild coincident zapping as well, just to up the asshole factor. It is fucking pathetic that a billion dollar a year outfit is sending in covert coughstalkers nearby, and won't attempt to show their faces and front for this ongoing criminal harassment.

1740h
The pre-dinnertime noisy mufflered vehicle parade is the selected noise currently; they like that trailing off noise a whole bunch, and for some reason they are coming one after the other. This with nonstop smell jamming makes for a combination that gets tiresome.

1835h
Now the post-dinnertime noise flurries, though in fact, the perp's activities have been bordering on frenetic within their cover story that all is "normal". The adjacent parking lot to my room has turned over at least once (seven vehicles in 10 minutes), and they even put an ugly deep metallic red vehicle under my window, and then drove it out again after only a minute. Another red vehicle that arrived was placed between two black colored vehicles, and there are at least three white ones out there as well. The drumming of the nightclub, even if early, ended the precise moment I mouseclicked to another web page. The operatives inside this putative rooming house have also been on the move, and the overhead clunking and squeaking noise has also erupted at specific moments, likely uncontrolled thoughts.

2055h
More troving through cult cinema on the web, and the on-off noise flurries from inside and outside, Most often they are timed for mouse clickings and page display changes, and it gets fucking tiresome to be so hounded like this. Now a case of next door bathroom showering, "showerstalking" again. And for that witty remark, I get an aural cascade of coughing, hacking, toilet flushing (from the operative in the shower no less, or more like, the sound thereof) and the furnace and its peculiar habit of driving smells up my nose.

I am getting more telepathic drift from the perps as to a total cessation of hostilities soon, but I cannot envision that as they have so much invested in this, especially with the entire city emitting some kind of energetic radiation. Anyhow, I have never been wrong as to knowing that the last 20 or so of like telepathic notions have been planted lies, and I have no expection that anything will be different. With an entire city trained and willing, why would they stop at an arbitrary deadline? Been there, done that, and I don't need anymore planted games.

2230h
More coughstalking in the next door bathroom as I read specific passages above. I am not allowed to review what I have written without being noisestalked, and as I type this, more noisestalking has erupted. Is it clear that I am been chronically hounded?

It is time to blog off for the day, before I go into another tirade about being hounded while in "brain jail", truly one of the most sickening tortures that one can devise.

Glass Bottle Bashing

1500h
Some unbidden thoughts came to mind, and the first thing that happens is the glass bottle bashing act starts up in its peculiar coincidence which goes on daily.

I did an triple gangstalk exercise as part of my "getting out', how I earn my subsidy for rent. And that will apply to the next location, if/when that happens. I meet the housing people tommorow, and maybe they can jump start this endeavor as the perps are sucking my motivation down big time. This is the second such remotely invoked demotivation over house looking that has gone on. Mind you, I am also getting no call backs after leaving a message, suggesting that my reputation precedes me, and that is what I am sure of. The Potemkin Village that is Victoria BC, Canada.

My gangstalking triple was to join the wildlands restoration group, for digging out the non-native species, then I had lunch at the drop-in center and all the loonies, the biggest cover story for perp gangstalking going, and then I did yoga afterward, my second class of the week. I will spare all the details, but it appears that over 500 vehicles were put on "drive-by" gangstalking while I sat out on the deck waiting for yoga to begin. There were fleets of silver-grey vehicles, and likewise with white vehicles, especially commercial ones, then the deep metallic red colored vehicles, and some infill of light metallic brown (tan), navy blue and deep metallic green. The last most color is the color of my veins, which have become more visible on the back of my hands as the perps must of thinned my skin some more. This has already happened twice before, and is also coincident with a new round of red and pink plasma beams zipping over the backs of my hands while they are at work on the keyboard (like now). This entire zoo of vehicles, some even making passes in both directions over the 60 minutes I was outside on the deck, kept going the entire time, and surely breaking some kind of record for mid-day traffic volumes. And to no surprise, some of my gangstalk "neighbors" at the table also walked across the road, some 60' distant, to also gangstalk me from there.

I also get greytone vehicular gangstalking; white, silver grey, two mid greys, charcoal grey and black. Sometimes they come as a complete unit, sometimes they insert a deep metallic red or a light metallic brown colored vehicle in the mix.

There are also vehicle arrangements by design commonality; hood and windshield rake angle, hatchback similarities, rear trunk and back window similarities, and again for commercial vehicles, the typical orthogonal box rear end.

Anyhow, yoga was definitely low-key, especially with three large women, two of whom used chairs, and I got to watch plenty of plasma and maser beams flitting about, and to note all the arrangements the perps made to the walls and ceiling to accomodate them. As usual, I got coughstalking while there, it is a given in almost every location I am, even while I type in my room, someone is coughstalking the repairs I make to the plethora of typos that I am mind-fucked into. The perps also mind-fucked me into being word impoverished in speaking to the instructor; they did something to govern down my usual ability to find words. I was weird, but not new.

And while digging the non-native cyclamen plants up at the Government House wildlands (as restoration), the perps hammered me with light-headed spells, demotivated performance, constant farting, and extra numbers of road traffic (30' away) which was augmented with amplified noise. It was the last of that patch, and perhaps they were laying on the disruption and harassment.

1800h
A string of decidedly fake coughing erupts as I am looking at the apartment listings. Why the extra-obvious effort to do this I don't know, as they can make it sound real. Maybe to have me put a blog item in, the "mention factor" as I term it, another expression would be "creating mindshare", which is a big part of the game.

2050h
Three phone calls tonight, one from a person who is gangstalked extensively, but who takes the "battle" to them, and has a gustsy perspective on this. I suppose it was a pep talk of a kind; visualize good things, and beliefs in a deity of one's choice. There is plenty of wisdom to this, and it has a basis in psychic energies having genuine effect, and that sits with my research on the non-Hertzian/sidereal/scalar energies that populate the ether, or the omniplasma continuum (in T.T. Brown's words).

We spoke for almost an hour, and I will distill her wisdom and see if there is something I can utilize to make my existence better. In this game of smoke and mirrors, one has to consider radical suggestions at length.

2125h
More vision impairments, and even some mind-fucking as to tolerating this fucking outrage. Sorry, fucking with my sight means the perps get their asses in here and tell me why. Anything less is going to get a screaming rebuke if I have any control of this. Just like old times, as in last year. Don't ever fuck with my sight.

2300h
Time to blog off, even if a gangstalker arrived next door for this very moment.