Grey Faces

1430h
I had a short outing to get my meagre paycheck from the boss man at a local coffee shop. And in a seeming reprise event, he was eating eggs and bacon. Same thing as me yesterday; my first permitted egg feed since 2004 was at lunchtime at my parent's place. Again, I was treated to the ambulatory freakshow through the window on the street outside, and of course, one yellow jacketed Fuckwit meandering around, as "private security" on the public sidewalks.

And I was introduced to my predecessor on the job, a man by the name Billy. As it so happens, he was fired from his lot boy job at the car dealership, as he moved up from cleaner assistant (my job) to the car dealership staff. And he has been mentioned as a substitute cleaner when the boss man goes away on holiday. And Billy makes himself first known as a stranger by first sitting behind the boss man while on his cell phone. Some five minutes later he gets up and joins us at the next booth, in his ballcap and his strangely grey colored face. The excuse was that the ball cap reduced the availible lighting, but suffice to say it was unnatural and strange.

Billy also had an ostensible girlfriend on the go, and he phoned her and she arrived about 5 minutes later. Amazingly convenient it seemed. After some getting up, going elsewhere, coming back, it seemed that she was to join us, but by then, the perps had me cranked up to leave, and so in the current tradition of gangstalking, I had all three of them around me (two standing, one seated) while I put my jacket on. The perps cannot get enough gangstalkers on the job to loiter in my proximity while putting clothing off or on. Most clothing changes in my apartment are noisestalked, and have been since 2003.

Then onto the LD store where it is gangstalker hell, as the perps reminded me that I was low on bath soap, something they could of let me know earlier when I was there two days ago. And finally, they had something other than Ivory which I don't like for whatever reason. They weren't done with grey faces yet; another customer/gangstalker male had a greyed-in face without benefit of a ballcap, looking horrible, besides a fugly mug. I also got a national Saturday newspaper, and in the rarest of events there was a vacant cashier, with the catch it was next to the main entranceway. Having been through this checkout before, I predicted a flush of gangstalkers before the completion of my transaction. And lo, when it came time to pay with a debit card, there was a flush of at least 6 males and another 15 or so who just "happened" to arrive somehow and be hanging around. I cannot figure out what the association is for the shiftless male Fuckwit gangstalkers while making a financial transaction, but here it was, and no introductory blonde woman this time, just the freakshow. Regular readers will know that I am gangstalked and noisestalked every time I make a financial transaction whether by mailed check, debit card, online credit card, ATM transactions, given a check etc.

I am just back from a unexpected TI meeting; one from Nanaimo, and the local one who I converse with. If they aren't shills, then they must be run, as the usual follies of three people in a vehicle who don't know each other well and the driver not knowing where to go. As it "happened", we ended up across the street from the place where I got my paycheck this morning, per above mention. I won't got into all the details of how it seemed to have harassment games written all over it, such as going to one resturant where the woman who was seating us mentioned they were still on a breakfast menu, this being at 1500h in the afternoon. Unbelievable, but one of our party decided that wasn't good enough and walked out, leaving me with my coat off, and then having to put it on again. Then she split off for no seeming reason, and somehow ended on the other side of the street ahead of us, as if she had been teleported. After some meandering we got parked and went to the restaraunt that is local. Another yellow food test (IMHO) as one of the party had a yellow colored curry soup, and other color games that were consistent with what has gone on. And the sun was at a low angle and shone directly in my face, and the perps used this to reduce the lighting on everyone's face, putting everyone in deep shadow. Later, one of the wait staff put up a menu to block the sunlight beaming through. The "featured dude" (wait staff member) was a ridiculous dude in a light blue Argyle sweater with brown diamond shapes on it and white shoes that he made sure I saw once. There were some blonde wait staff who were working, and it seems that the dudes are getting tagged with more brown colored clothing of late.

I noticed that the visiting TI spent a while waving some money around, making her point with a purple ten, two green 20's and a blue five dollar bill in hand. Then she did something similar with the brown sugar package for a while, and I was even allowed to note these perp colors being waved around in my immediate proximity.

I am hoping that one of the readership, if there is one, can enlighten me on the bullshit/WTF "law of attraction" that the visiting TI went on about. She says that if you focus on something, it will happen. I said that I merely report on the strange goings on around me, and that I don't focus on it because if it didn't happen, I wouldn't even think about it. This is a journal of all things anomalous, but she said that I focus on it if I write about it. I don't get it, to say the least, this "positive thought" bullshit when every instant of my existence is under perp control as it seems. More bullshit/disinformation, or another topic that the perps want to be aired? Anyhow, how can reporting on anomalous and vituperative fuckery beget more of it when it is the perps most consistent method of enraging their victims?

As one could discern, the experience with the visiting TI wasn't really a helpful one, and it does make me wonder what the whole game is about. As in being more gamed than I could possibly imagine, even by real TI's. Who knows, me least of all.

I am off to the car dealership to do my one hour job, and I suppose taking the same route and walking by the above mentioned resturant is all in today's grand plan. Visit the same neighborhood three times in one day, part of the inane bullshit that is the grist of this imprisoned existence.

2250h
An evening of putzing on the internet, aka web surfing. Nothing too involved as I got cognitively dithered if I spent more than 20 minutes on a topic. I see that the lawyer who helped out the TI activism group, FFCHS is getting leveled. The lawyer racked up some big fees, seemingly without direct authorization/control, and the group couldn't pay the bill. (Sample letter here). So the lawyer indicated that he wouldn't work on the file any more, and that is where it sits. Then in later communication the lawyer reveals that his life has taken a substantial turn for the worse, and who knows, it could be "one of those things". Names taken out by me.

To FFCHS Rep,

I'm sorry but I must withdraw my representation at this time, for the financial and other reasons I've given. I am open to representing FFCHS again in the future if we can work out the funding. I enjoyed working with you and the others, and wish you the best. My file is huge, so I would need payment for several hours in order to make copies and go through everything. I believe most of the information I have is in your possession or you can obtain it. Again, I'm sorry it ends like this, and I hope the targeting is addressed and stopped.

Then in a later correspondence...

To FFCHS Rep,

I'm dealing with some shit now. I'm struggling for income as I wind down the firm, I've been diagnosed with an illness that changes things, a baby is coming in a month.

So, I have to do what I can for income. If FFCHS can pay off a significant amount of the outstanding bill, I can devote time and attention to you all.

It doesn't seem good at all, and I cannot believe the perps would be so sick as to dish out this kind of punishment, if that is what it is, for the lawyer's relatively formative work he did on behalf of FFCHS, no matter if it was authorized or not. (A moot point). It is not like the lawyer got into comittee level representation and long tern association, but I don't know what to make of it all the same. Perhaps its an angst play, cranking up everyone's angst, especially that of the lawyer and his family, and then it will subside. There is nothing the perps like better than their subjects in duress; all the better for the psychic energies to be exposed to remote detection and assessment means.

This is enough for today, and hopefully they will let me get to sleep tonight, unlike last night where they kept me awake for head tossing and then in a light REM sleep, with some fugly gangstalk dreams just before I was awakened.

Another Round of Hole Digging Games

1645h
The hole digging is over for a while, at least until 01-2008. I went with the perp abetting parents to two garden centers, and lo, if the wanted tree to fill the hole cannot be sold owing to some (bullshit, IMHO) edict from the federal agriculture authority. A drive out the highway for over 3,000 gangstalking vehicles, and no freaking tree could be had. Therefore, the dug hole will be left as is for the winter, with the old root remains in place as part of the deal, and the soil was hauled off the lawn to reside elsewhere in their backyard. Clearly the perps had this one figured out for months, and it was all about sending me and my parents, the perp/harassment abettors who sold me into this criminality at birth, up and down the highway for a Feral Family Gangstalk.

After handling the soil, and my parents all around me and stepping into my path, or where I stood, as often as they could, it was onto the gym for the scheduled workout. And the perps, especially the classmembers were all over me, ringing me with at least 12 of them at one point before we retired to the floor exercise room. I had five of my classmates around me at the bicyles before that. Perhaps it was that I was dropped off coming from my parent's place in their vehicle that was the big attraction for the gangstalkers. At one time during the gym class, they had six deep metallic red vehicles posted outside in the parking lot, all visible through the glass at the front. Other fill-in parked vehicles were the usual white, black and silver-grey.

1910h
As soon as I start this posting, I get a blank out, as if there was nothing strange to report, when there was plenty going on today.

It was a sunny day, and the perps made the most of it when I was walking home from the gym, putting on at least 30 ambulatory gangstalkers, most of them coming toward me and backlit by the sun. This is getting to be a favorite perp pose, darkening down the lighting on their operative's faces and having a light source originate from behind them, increasing the contrast and to prevent me seeing much of the asshole's face. They even did this in the gym, having their "stand-arounds" and "do-squats" operatives with ball caps on and sucking down the lighting, even on me when I should of been fully illuminated under an overhead lamp. The perps are on a partial face recognition effort these days; arranging eyes only, or an eye even, and other facial components to investigate my neural bioenergetics of recognition.

I had the various acts at the gym follow me around; the woman with the red towel again, when hardly anyone uses one, and at least five of them congregated 25' directly behind me as viewed in the mirror, lining up in an aisle with their backs to the window. There were twits in their street clothes and bright lipstick, posing while they stand around, almost like a fashion shoot, waiting to be seen, and then they take off.

While at the gym, a repeat of last week's fire alarm games that went on in this apartment. The perps pulled a fire alarm test at the gym and ran the fire alarm bells and the stroboscopic flashers for at least 7 minutes while I was working out.

The games of internal head noise have been increased as of today; I get a crack sound as if it came from my jaw while lifting weights now. Formerly it was only reserved for when I was eating, even if totally fabricated and unrelated to any jaw condition or action.

I am getting extra gangstalkers on me whenever I turn a corner, at the gym or on the street. They put one on each side of me and paint the scene as if this were two fucked up rambling pedestrians who have nothing to do with each other. Sometimes it is the men's turn, the over 50 demographic and usually taller than me, another time it would be the grannie's turn, like last week on the street, when they reprised this horrific specimen with a tight curly perm who variously walks by the apartment, hangs around the outside, or hangs around in the lobby. I also got my least favorite granny gangstalker at the gym, a woman they constantly feature moving in close to me at the equipment sign out board.

And I am getting more blatant following on the street; one fucker ran up behind me as I was outdistancing her on the crosswalk. She somehow managed to stick within 30' for a full block, and then "happened" to arrive ahead of me at the LD store, being featured again in her vile lime green pants and white coat. Not pretty by any measure, but seemingly chosen to be a middle aged blonde without the large girth that I so often get.

At the LD store they were all over me at the chocolate section, at leas five of them, but they left me alone to struggle through that there were no two blade Schick blade razors to be had, as the Gillette has taken on a clicking noise again. I cannot replicate the clicking manually, but sure enough, when the razor is near an ear, it starts its clicking noise. The perps even put on my doctor as a gangstalker, he having his head buried in the newspaper section that is at the store entrance. There was the usual highly choreographed swirling of operatives around me when I exited the store, another perp trait that has increased. This is all related to following me as close as possible, and stepping into, or across my path, in front or behind me.

Today, I got an over 300lb woman leaning against a wall that is now frequented by the perp's latest featured gangstalkers; totally disgusting to see so much flab hanging on. This was the same wall that had at least six vagrants lined up and their shopping carts full of plastic bags two weeks ago when I drove by. Next, who knows; ten grannies, three blondes, five chinless specimens, three readheads, etc., all the favored demographic groups from which the perps compile their daily freakshow that they put on for me.

And for some reason I am getting a surfeit of Volvos in the vehicular gangstalking, more noticeable today owing to greater vehicular travel. Yesterday at a corner car lot, the perps had a late model Volvo V70, and the vehicle was next to the sidewalk. Lo, if the "customers" didn't leave the passenger door open at length as I was walking toward it. I had at least three more packed around me in traffic as a pedestrian when walking back to my apartment. It has been over a year since I drove my own Volvo 245, but of late the perps are putting on the late model series, the 40 and the 70. There must be something about the character of the Swedish steel from which they are made that the perps so prefer. The perps also put on Saabs which are relatively rare in this town.

I got an 0500h awakening today, all to hear this absurd amount of vehicular noise from then to 0700h when I was allowed to get up. Once I surveyed the streets to see hardly any road traffic, the infernal noise sharply decreased. I keep my window closed for these cooler days, and it makes no difference to the noise level; they prescribe the decibel level at my ears, all else be damned, including hearing protection.

I am getting severe typo sabotage, "taking" (read, forced, with error detection faculties being supressed), four attempts to type a four letter word, time to cease blogging for now.

2115h
Bad whistling in my proximity is another given of this TI's life. Earlier today, my demented father (the act, anyway), put on a pathetic whistling effort, and now, someone in the hallway every few minutes. This while listening to 1960's Bob Dylan on YouTube.

2200h
Some quiet time while listening to YouTube clips. A fascinating archive.

2220h
Paying bills with the music coming through the headphones, surely a made in perpland confluence of energetics; my bioneural energetics, music and the ever noise and phenomenon stalked activity of financial transactions, even if writing out a check at my desk.

Time to call this done and blog off.

Hear the Seagulls at 0400h

1100h
I am on another awakening series of early morning "hearing tests", aka neural energetics investigation in realtime, as this was the third day in sucession when I was awakened for no reason but to hear a flock of seagulls mewing. For the record, there is nowhere for a flock to establish themselves in this vicinity, and no such flock has been evident in daytime. Which suggests that the noise is introduced, projected, like so many others. And, I get seagull noise throughout the day, just no flock noises. Another round of inanity, which means in perp terms, more investigation of neural energetics, likely at the brainstem area, in realtime.

And it the seagull noise does have a pattern to it in these nightime awakenings; loud, and becoming softer to the point of inaudible over the course of half an hour. How real seagulls could arrange this in successive nights is beyond me, hence the likelihood that the perp nightshift is hard at it again, something I have come to know from the outset when the assholes invaded my life in overt form. They would keep me driving all night with a phalanx of gangstalking vehicles ahead of me and one behind, sending one vehicle from the latter group to pass me every few minutes. And, they are still at it, over five years later, arranging of vehicle colors and large formations in particular order, some 700 to 1,000 yesterday, like any day that I walk 30 minutes to the OB Rec Center. Of late, they have taken to running a vehicle over where I have just walked, crossing a side street to the main thoroughfare, each time with a red colored vehicle, some five side streets in succession. My reactions to certain colors, whatever they are and whatever neural level it is, is none of anyone's business save mine, no matter how aberrant it maybe and who may of caused it. It is not my problem, so why am I being harassed constantly over this psychic obscurity?

I might as well talk to a wall on this one, as the assholes make sure that every little item, down to subpinhead sized crumbs are colored and placed exactly where they want, no matter how implausible as to "normal conditions". Invariably, masers will emanate from these crumbs, just as they often do from any surficial imperfections, pits or lumps.

1125h
A new perp manipulation was confirmed yesterday, and I will call it "greyfacing". An operative or shill is selected to pass by me, usually ambulatory but sometimes on a bicycle, and the light on their face is modified to be greyish, as if they somehow stepped out of a black and white movie. They did this yesterday for the "featured" woman at yoga, and I also later noted that I was not allowed to know that this color of skin was totally aberrant. Only later was I allowed to recall the event in its true form, that it was a facial modification that wasn't normal. So even my sense of normality is now fucked with, and will likely continue to be a subject of much manipulation.

1850h
A two hour nap and a half hour nap attack earlier, and true to form, I get the treatment of a protracted recovery, and likely some kind of brain fuckery in this state. I was even scripted to have tea, the first time in weeks, when the ginger beer pop I on hand would of been preferable. "Somehow", I "forgot" what I have been doing most afternoons for over two weeks, and it did not occur to me, as in being blanked out and totally controlled for the perp's sick agenda.

When the level of mind-fucking gets to this level it is deflating to say the least. And still this constant harassment goes on. I don't know of any other TI's that get this level of blatant intrusion that I do. On with the coincident noises, including overhead floor pounding of a concrete floor over the typos that the perps invoked as I keyed in one particular word. And the seagull noises have also been set off. This is also the post-meal digestion time, another one of the perp's obsessions, digesting brown colored food (tortillas).

1910h
I have the "spotlight" beaming down on me, this time earlier in the evening. This is a "reflection", read manipulated intense light source, from the tower some 120' away. I have never known mirrors and windows to be so incredibly bright and reflective since this hassle went into overt mode in 2002. Yesterday's and today's game is for me to pull the curtains at this time, stopping the beams (somehow) from coming in, and the source being seen through the curtains as a faux sun, a single round source of illumination. And who knows, it might even behave as one, and is likely installed to simulate the conditions in a possible comparison to the real sun when at that position in the morning, though higher in the sky.

And in the meantime, the seagulls are mewing and "someone" is slamming doors in the hallway which then serves as the cover to rattle my door, even if secured against vibration by the deadbolt. So much for physical reality mattering, the perps just get on with their plasma, noise and vibration games as they see fit.

Here is a link to a story by Steven Greer, MD, who is advocating public disclosure of governmental involvement with extraterrestrials and UFO's. I think this piece is illustrative in that he knows, and it is confirmed, that whatever agency he is dealing with already knows his plans, even if only articulated in his thoughts and not mentioned to anyone else. His story confirms what is plain to me, that one can be unknowingly targetted and have one's thoughts determined to then form the basis of additional measures of obstruction or harassment. He is dead on, and I don't need a better reference for defining the scope of my harassment than this.

All those "suiciding" officials and UFO researchers were likely monitored for their intentions well in advance, and should something damning be intended to be publically revealed, why, they just become so down and self-rationalizing, and then terminate the problem through being mind controlled. It is so frequent, and very often uncharacteristic of the individual, and yet it "happens" often. And the noise flurries have started up as I have been keying in this, as well as more maser and plasma games.

Last night's eye and vision fucking was getting intense, and when I went to the bathroom, both eyes were very red, likely another perp dodge to examine my blood vessels on my eyeball, at that time of night. And they are on a "blood interest" of late; my facecloth from shaving this morning had blood on it, but no apparent source or cuts, even with such a convenient cover story at hand.

2240h
A big read on monatomic metals, and the work of David Hudson in finding "whit gold powder", a form that has unusual physical properties and for healing as well. I haven't found a good website owing to the commercial aspects of this, but it is a fascinating read, and I assume, one that was meant to be, per mind-fuck script and the noisestalking that erupted from time to time. Now it is street hollaring time, another neighborhood eruption increasing in frequency.

Enough for a post, and time to blog off.

Downtown Swarms

0940h
The number of ambulatory gangstalkers has increased, especially for 0845h when headed to the bank and the driver's licence office to have it renewed. (Thanks to the perps for driving with an expired licence for two weeks, the second such incident in jerking me around with expired driving papers.) Many of the stores were still closed, but that didn't stop the "locals" from window shopping and pausing in mid-sidewalk with their coffee or Coca Cola bottle held in front of them, in the now traditional "Coffee Corps". The entire timing of this two stop downtown visit may have been for me to be walking back with the sun directly aligned with the street direction, such that it was in my eyes, and most of the "pedestrians" were back lit, again, an additional opportunity for the perps to play lighting games to darken down the faces and lighting of anyone walking toward me. Another recent addition to the gangstalking realm is to have vehicles with heavily tinted side windows with the occupants barely detectable. That so many of the facial depictions on web sites are lit as if in a dingy basement hasn't gone unnoticed either.

I got the lime green colored clothing out in force; at least six such outfits in two blocks; it is tedious to have these same colors paraded around me. Then it was the rose pink gang, even in the bank, and then a doorway blocker operative again in a frozen pose that had his arm elevated at my head level, putting on the act of pretending he didn't notice me through the glass. This dude rushed the exit door over the width of the sidewalk just as I was arriving to push it open.

I also got the door exit swarm at my apartment building; seven of the operatives were already on me before I got to the sidewalk from the apartment's front door, a distance of less than 20'. It is simply amazing as to how much investment the perps make for even the most trivial of events, yesterday's crumb attack on my coffee mug being the most perverse yet. When I got back, they had two operatives standing in the elevator that was at the main floor; one got out, the other needed to go to the basement. This game is also new; the elevator is clearly at the main floor, there are no indications that it has just arrived from the overhead location lights, and then the door opens once I get close enough to press the button, and an operative "happens" to be there, and then out pops an operative on gangstalking duty. I suspect the operative has been in there for a while, maybe even five minutes, as this is a regular play.

1100h
More vision impairments and the usual constant display of masers and plasma beams. The noise stalking is on, perhaps even muted for this time of day, the pre-lunch time noise ramp-up.

1415h
An imposed break to drink pop, ginger beer in this case. Its light brown color is likely the real reason, as it emulates that of one's stomach contents. There are more brown variation tests going on; today's bank teller was an Asian with a brown top on. And I note that the workout class leader now has a brown sweatshirt after some months of a grey one. What do all these people sporting brown clothing and vehicles know about me and my subconscious reactions to specific colors, as I don't really know. Once I drank the ginger beer and washed the glass, the perps laid on some persistent red plasma flashes in front of me, at least a 6" diameter patch that stayed in front of me. For some reason I find this very disturbing, and I have no idea why. It was the same arrangement as yesterday when they pulled this stunt on the street.

And the perps have laid on more red flashing of late; anytime I close my eyes it will "happen", on the street when passing through shade and then sunlit shadows, and other intrusions as they see fit. They can't get enough if it. I read somewhere that one of their (US) "terrorists" in captivity was treated to an all day stroboscopic torture while kept chained the inside of a cargo container. I haven't had the red flashes this bad thankfully, and if it were happening, I know exactly where to go. It is very likely that much of the "redition" and Guantanamo prisoner tortures are to support the perp's current drive that Targeted Individuals come to know firsthand. Its all about the psi energies is my short take on this, and not "merely" mind control, over which I am noisestalked should any uncontrolled thoughts occur.

The perps are keeping me off chocolate these days, which is a welcome relief from the financial aspect, but that reprieve is short lived. Each of my three pairs of jeans is developing accelerated wear in the seat, right under the right rear pocket. It is most unusual, and I have never had this problem before. Two pairs are less than 18 months old, and I have never had jeans that wore out this fast before, and I always buy the same kind.

Though I did note that the jeans faded to a light blue in three laundry cycles, so it could be that the perps want to now test a darker blue, as the they seem to have made some progress with light blue, now a rare vehicular gangstalk color. That the family car was light blue for some 20 years, I suspect that the perps gained something from this color exposure. My one-time friend repainted his Alfa Romeo from silver grey to the same light blue, and I am quite sure this was in keeping with the perp's imperatives and direction. There are many more navy blue gangstalking vehicles out now, especially noted when I first step outside.

1810h
An imposed 1 hour 40 minute nap again, leading up to making dinner, the most frequent timing sequence of these unneeded excessive sleeping events. Plus, I am rendered to be in a blotto/zombie mode afterward, the usual post nap mind state that must serve ulterior motives.

And the noisestalking was ramped up all the time dinner was prepared, eaten and the dishes done. The overhead pounding (concrete floor), started up when I was cleaning and drying the frypan, an object of considerable perp fixation, including trashing the last one. As I am using the green kale pesto sauce, and it seeps into the tortillas, it is of intense interest to the perps who have yet more color games to play for this one.

And I am reading about mind/life control as conveyed by Allan Yu; it seems he has come from a military background in Taiwan, and has more inside details than I could expect to glean, being kept in a state of being the last to know anything about my circumstances, including the subconscious traumatizations the perps keep beating on and stimulating for their testing/remote assay purposes. Interesting that he uses the terms of mind/life control as the same, which in my experience is exactly what is going on for me.

1830h
More coughing outside my door; just like old times at the putative rooming house, the perps cannot get enough noise planted in my life, so they post their operatives outside my door. (Or else it is a facsimilie thereof, projecting the sound to be there, when in fact the source is elsewhere.)

And it is curious as to how much coughing and hacking goes on still, and these are the supposed "healthy months" of summer. And of note, that they often come from opposite sides if the perps can arrange their cover story.

1910h
The dusk time lighting games are on; I am being illuninated by a unseen light source from the East, at dusk (correct, not West), which is casting shadows on my keyboard as well as being used to strobe me with flashes. This is a near daily event for cloud free days, and who knows, they maybe alternating the weather just to continue their testing and remote energetics assay work. I see that they have also got a balcony full of shirtless rubes it the tower some 120' away facing me, and as with all things in "my" (read, as orchestrated) purview, I am forced to look at this show every so often. Given the unconventional attire of this tower's residents in making their egress, I do wonder if it is populated, and bereft of tenants as was my last two locations, as this current apartment may be. It is all very curious, as anytime I meet someone in the elevator, they are on the gangstalking payroll, judging by the selective colors they are wearing or the demographic fit. Three towers of 12 stories is whole lot of residence dislocation, but I would not be surprised if true. The extent that the perps go to have crumbs, food, nightime arrival of ceiling hooks and just about anything else placed as a surrogate for their action-at-a-distance games for nonconsensual human experimentation continues to boggle my mind. Why not cut a deal and get this litanty of torment over in a month, instead of running me and my life into the ground? It is fucking depraved to say the least.

The typo sabotage is getting out of hand; six attempts to spell a four letter word; what is the matter with these sickos?

2010h
Three attempts before I was allowed to upload these picture from the last few days. It never ends. More of my pictures didn't "turn out", and some have never occured. I have taken three pictures of the massed shopping carts at the Safeway I pass by, and not a one has shown up on the SD card.

Here are the highly contrasted lighting situations out of my window two days ago (07-23-2007). The dark dusktime clouds and the opposite tower still in sunlight. Very unusual for this area.














I didn't plan this shot; but there are plasma projections (ghosted images) from the overhead wires, though only the horizontal wires.














A shot of bicycle stalking; a broadside in close, about 6' away; all for what; he was on the road anyhow, why go on the sidewalk in midblock?














Three pickups arranged for similarity; same rack. This isn't a pickup truck town by any measure.














2235h
Time to call this a wrap for the day; I got some Youtube music clips in that weren't too perp influenced, and the typo sabotage I am subjected to is fucking senseless.

Rogue Processes

1140h
For the second time in two days the perps have caused my browser to go into an endless loop, requiring a process shutdown. Why they need to do this is beyond me, but too much efficiency isn't allowed. Normally I use the "Restore Last Session" choice from the Firefox browser which puts me sight back where I left off before shutdown. For some reason, the assholes decided that wasn't suiting their objectives and decided to fuck up the browser and force a new session while in the middle of one. Onto the Task Manager, and the copius and the log of the strange processes and users that appear on this PC everytime, and are not deletable, and shutdown Firefox. Then I restart it. All for what?

1335h
The perps have a little stiff today; their way of saying that I got too much exercise in yesterday. So says the covert assholes who have governed my actual running time down to 3 minutes on the treadmill, the remainder being warmup and warmdown.

I also noted a common game that has happened in the past, and was arranged yesterday at yoga. The perps like to feature this one woman named G, using a single letter in place of her real name. In the past, she hung around more and was planted by the doors in my exit path. Anyhow, I have no issue with her and no interest. Yesterday, instead of being the last to arrive as always, I was the second to last. I was indicating where I should put my mat, and I mentioned that G had not yet arrived, and then within three seconds she does, and someone said something to the effect of "here she is".

Normally, I would not thing anything of that, where the real person has arrived shortly after I mention their name. But, this has happened often in the past, and I have now come to realize in this hyper-harassment aware existence that I lead, that these near-coincidences of the person's arrival and mention of their name are orchestrated to the nanosecond, and with me being mind-controlled, every utterance that I make. Not a big deal, but I do wonder why in the fuck that the perps go to so much effort to arrange this event in this way. And it certainly represents a whole lot of planning, as all the class members at yoga have been aloof, or had an aloof session to present to me. It seems that the perps are still angling as to how to acclimatize people to me; at first in very small doses, then four months later they might say hello, then they have them walk past me without any recognition, and now the odd hello again. More who knows, as I don't really care, I want to be left alone.

1830h
Another forced nap earlier, an hour and a quarter and totally needless as I got all the sleep I needed in the night. This time the perps didn't trash the shit out of me and "cause" another hour of nap recovery time.

I also notice that I am "remembering" things from the very long past, back some 30 years, and it has to be these assholes playing games again, because these thoughts/recollections were long gone. And I am not the least bit appreciative of having a band of out-of-control sickos aiding me in recalling things that don't matter one bit; just get the fuck out of my life and then let me deal with my own recall. Now that I have been noisestalked on everything I have recalled for over three years, the assholes have a near complete inventory on what I know.

1940h
I was reading an interesting web site before dinner, and when I returned to it afterwards, the contents had been largely eliminated. Someone doesn't want to expose me to any more articles that run against the grain, say, debunking climate change. It is called Brother Jonathan and the archive is here, (as Feature Articles) where the interesting information is found, or at least sometimes. It was worth over an hour of reading about diverse subjects as tarot cards, Vitamin B6 and its contribution to obesity, HAARP (antenna in Alaska), world oil monopolies and other fascinating stories not in the usual news sources.

2135h
More dull moments; I noticed that I was getting jabbed in the ass while keying in my username and password in Yahoo Groups. For whatever reason, and likely and orchestrated one, I don't get the benefit of a single logon to Yahoo Mail and Groups, but am corralled to log in separately. Just more barriers to convenience, nothing new from the perps.

I am getting the vision impairments coming on; it would seem that this is the regular evening time harassment, and not the post-workout irradiative "recovery" that I mentioned in yesterday's blog. There has been plenty of loud mufferled vehicle noise from outside; it really gets going once the curtains are pulled, as does the "extra" bus service (projected noise). The perps went silly on sirens before dinner along with some flashing white light. The pre-mealtime is their witching hour, where they make extra effort in putting on noise and harassment. It seems to me that digestion interferes with their intended aim of understanding and quantifying all the brain energies for total mind control. I regularly get noisestalked should an unbidden thought come to mind. Vehicle beepings and a soft backbeat thwack to the floor above are two typical noises that have followed me over two cities, 10 living locations and two cities. It is hard to explain that one clinically.

2215h
I am getting cognitively sabotaged; I am attempting to read some writings of Charles Tart, long a scenetific researcher of psi energies and I am getting nowhere in being able to take anything in. These later day cognitive fuckovers, reading online or from a book, are becoming a pattern. Generally, this is a clue that the fuckers are going to make this worse, as they hack at all kinds of visual, spoken, read, deductive and other abilities to comprehend something.

2230h
Another trend that I have noticed before, and continues, is the presentation of people images in a dimly lit manner. Any film excerpted images are almost invariably darkened by the perps. I can only assume this is for some kind of grey scale testing, as they have a racial aspect to their games as well. Something else that cannot be trusted is how any online image is rendered, as everything is vetted by the assholes, and modified to conform to their substantial and varying objectives.

Time to call this a posting for the day, dull as it has been.