1400h
A rather short review I suspect, I will have to see how this goes for this shut-in day in the making.
My always-wrong prognostication that the perps would finally attain 100% mind control came to pass again. I don't think they are able to exert 100% mind control yet, given the interest they initiate in the way of noisestalking and maser hits to the neck when I am attention shifting. They seem to have progressed in controlling imagery that comes to mind on recall, and have gained control of my self-talk, and self-analysis. In the latter category, I would nearly always characterize someone or an agency in the negative as an "asshole", "jerk" etc. if in fact they deserved such attribution, and this kind of self dialogue has largely atrophied over 2009. I can only assume that they slowly encroached upon this particular brain activity, likely at the brainstem area, and can now mostly control it. Of late, I get the noisestalking when attention shifting, something they seem to be still interested in.
Plasma, maser and light flashes are getting to be more common, that is, more than the elevated levels I already experienced going into 2009. They cannot get enough of banking light flashes off the inside of my glasses, especially if it is in my peripherial vision.
1700h
I did my month and year end Quicken/accounting update, and this time without the intense fuckery I usually get. Though, there were plenty of misreads, and cognitive fuckarounds where the amount would change when I went back to the web page as the totals wouldn't tally before. The big deal for the assholes was to have the sun go down with attendant dinginess of this apartment until I put the lights on. They also like me to have my green earmuffs on to obstruct the absurd noises from outside, though some gets through somehow. One event that really got them noisestalking and flipping dialog boxes in front of me was creating new account in Quicken for 2010. Usually the checking and the cash account bring a balance forward for the New Year, just to keep the files smaller and save on extensive paging through the account journal.
Other excitement for the perps was to have me head out for a year-end newspaper, and I thought it would be at the convenience store below. But they were sold out, and onto the supermarket which is only a block away. I should of suspected that something was up with all the newspaper litter enroute, and when coming back. And I didn't take a plastic bag, but kept the newspaper in my hand. The perps seem to be more beserk over newspapers for the past month, my mother plonking it down on my place mat at breakfast as one fucking rude example.
1855h
I am getting the chair vibrations after having dinner, making tortillas from scratch. And at least 40 provocations to have me rant or scream at them. They pulled objects from my grasp, aplied myriad of fake touches, even where my fingers were retreating from placing something down, a noise, a movement and a touch would simultaneously occur, and yet my hand and fingers were at least 8" away and still being pulled back. Noncausal actions from a distance might be the succint term, or maybe the one they use. They also put on the food flicking, having it hop sideways some 15", or like variants to create more mess. And plasma flashes; yellow enhanced lines briefly show in my visual field, usually clustered around straight lines, and now carrrying over to this PC as I type these very words.
Their excitement might be over the fact that I was adding a shallot into the tortilla, sliced and gently cooked to bring out its natural sugars an flavors. They cut me off from using red onions or any other bulb vegetable back in 2006, and I have been making the same dish with variants since 2003 when they let me out from their incarceration follies. Only in the past six months have they let me eat garlic, and that has been sourced from Keremeos and Gabriola Island, though I wouldn't put switching of food in the fridge past them.
And after six years, I finally get to learn that it is a quesadilla I am making, using two tortillas, top and bottom to contain the live tapenade, diced cooked chicken, cooked shallots and then a melted cheddar cheese over top. Once melted, I put a cooked tortilla on top, then slice this layered dish into quarters, and eat one per meal. The sickos cannot get enough of me when I get things wrong, and especially when they planted the notion in the first place. And then they pour on the noisestalking when I get planted with the notion of the appropriate name/understanding, usually at an odd moment.
The perps nearly always enrage me while cutting up the cooked chicken, and tonight was no exception. I don't know what they get from this exercise, but it is at least as consistent as cranking me up and noisestalking me when I slice the whole quesadilla into quarters. As I do this, and pull the cut apart, they put on more hassle and more noise. I read in Avery's book (The Dimensional Structure of Consciousness, at the right, a difficult read), that there is a energetic signature to aggregation and disaggregation, and it would seem that the assholes are onto this.
1955h
A find of a kind; I get to browse topics on DU weapons, and the author has a most interesting story at this link. Thanks to the Iraq conflict, we have radioactive dust circling the world, and coming to visit all of us in some quantity. I haven't figured out the perp angle on this one, but I can only assume it is an aid to their research and diabolical agenda. In the before overt harassment days, they once had me go on a holiday that "happened" to be only two miles from the Windscale nuclear plant in the UK. I was a little pissed about this, but the holiday was arranged by my ex-wife's relatives and I didn't know until I got there. I also remember my Gr. 12 chemistry teacher seeming so conflicted when answering a question from a class member as to the determination of prediction of nuclear decay being Nobel Prize worthy. I couldn't figure out why the teacher looked so guilty by way of being bug-eyed and stammering at that time, as he was immediately in front of me. Anyhow, not a big deal, and I really don't know where ionizing radiation (the poisonous kind) fits in all the harassment/abuse agenda. But based on the book, there is a huge and entrenched denial lobby and they aren't coming forth with a position that fits the facts. It takes perp power to have such an obdurate position for so long with so much influence. I read elsewhere that the US Army researched DU weapons and decided against using them from the environmental pollution perspective. And lo, if they didn't change their tune before heading off to Iraq. Funny how that happens, except the consequences are anything but, in Falluja or anywhere else.
2135h
The evening tea and chocolate was concluded with yet more provocations and then vocalized "reactions". Jabbing me with a forcefield in the nipples is always erupts should anything be within 6", even if no actual contact. Pulling my hands from drawer pulls as I am about to grasp and pull it open is always going on, likely some 50x/day on this alone.
Before that, I was expecting that the bookmarked assemblage of cheap sub $10 DVD and Blu-ray discs from Amazon.ca was going to be just that, a faux shopping exercise. And then when in the Amazon.ca site, even with the "Buy" button removed by the assholes along with many others, clicking the web page location where it ordinarily would be worked, and before long, I had an order assembled. Another trick the perps like to do is obstruct ordering so I figured it was just a continuation of their fucking games, but lo, if the order didn't go through. Now I can join the rest of the world in owning a DVD, though why it took so long when I have had a DVD player since 2005 in my PC and never used it.
Other fuckery on the bait and obstruct circuit is that they are still wiping me out from studying my Oracle software courses. I took two evening time 45 hour classroom instruction courses last fall, and there was nothing else I wanted to do rather than study the material, but it just doesn't ever seem to happen. This is the single greatest and continuing vexation going; I want to study but I am not allowed, even with all the nominal free time I have. They won't let me work out or exercise, they constrain my employment, and keep me cooped up doing squat when I could at least study my course material. This all seems to lead into the broader concept they keep noisestalking me over; employment, work, and their corollaries, not having a job. I am sick fucking fed up of being a test bed for these vague notions around which these insane assholes think there is so much data to collect.
2225h
Lo, if I didnt spen the last 50 minute looking online for jobs; I suppose the above rant was a lead-in. Which also tells if that is what they must to as a topic introduction, then this harassment and abuse has a long way to go. I don't think they will stop at 100% mind control, whenever they accomplish that milestone in 2010, but will persist in the rest of their themes; red, yellow and brown colors, employment, war and insurrection, and the pursuit with soil and plant roots, plastics, aggregate concrete and petroleum products and the rest of their too-tall order.
Enough for a dull day, and I might tack on more tomorrow as it will be a partial day at my place with a later First Feral Family visitation and an overnight stay tomorrow (Sunday), taking me into Monday where I am likely to do some more weed digging as part of the Perp Theme Show.
Showing posts with label designed cluelessness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label designed cluelessness. Show all posts
Saturday, January 02, 2010
Monday, October 22, 2007
Keeping Clueless
1725h
This is the post-dinner digestion period, always one for perp excesses. Then add dusk onset, another perp obsession, and it is a "perfect harassment" moment. One always knows by the noisestalking increases, if the increased plasma and maser action in my face hasn't increased.
One aspect of being harassed like this, down to every thought, is that there is a strong component of being kept clueless about certain news events. This is managed in good part by constraining my news feeds from the web, as well as the "don't see it" mind control games that are now endemic.
After being kept out of the loop on the baseball playoffs and the penant I was totally planted with the wrong notion that yesterday's baseball game, that I "happened" to catch part of at my parent's place, "I" (read, mind controlled me) was led to believe that the game was the World Series, and not the penant series. Then as part of this, I got the teams wrong, or at least one of them as I was explaining this to my mother, no baseball fan either, but who somehow had an "expressed interest", (read, perp planted and scripted). So finally I have it figured out; it was the final penant game, #7, and the Red Sox are going onto play the Colorado Rockies for the World Series. This is what it takes to be TI, never trusting what one says for fear of it being a planted notion.
Another clueless round was this morning; my mother wanted to go out this morning after breakfast for me to drive her to the carpet store and get underlay. And somehow, I had "forgotten", and she didn't mention it until the last moment when I thought I was set to be driven back to my place. There was the usual 100's of vehicles coursing around us in coordinated colors and we got the underlay after visiting the second store where the right size was availible. Wouldn't you know, it was brown colored, and in the form of some kind of synthetic plastic foam, much different than the old heavy carpet stuff we pulled out last week. And lo, if we weren't put in the double white vehicular gangstalking "sandwich"; two white vehicles ahead of us, and two behind as our escort for some 10 minutes of road travel. I suppose the perps must be looking for some kind of brown to white interaction, or whatever it is they are chasing me over, never mind the odd assault.
And last night while sitting around in the musical sofas of my in-town brother's place, who had put dinner on for us, along with inviting his native Indian on-off girlfriend too. Another case of brown (skin color) time as I see it, fitting the perp's color energetics obsessions. The TV was on to watch his favorite antiques show, and then my father (in the guise of a dementia) got up and started fingering and pissing around with my coat that was hung on a peg on the living room furniture. I told him to leave it alone, and he backed off. He then got up and did this twice more, grasping my coat at the location where the perp's planted the blood they extracted from my face last week. Which tells me that the assholes didn't get very much out of it if that is what they are doing some four days later, even if the coat was laundered.
All these wars and strife, now and the over the long past, and here are the sick perps pounding on lifelong victims on the street to figure out their fucking games. Never mind the world of blood donations and transfusions, something else they might have their hands in. And I note, an apartment massacre of six in Surrey BC on 10-19-2007, one day after my street assault, something the perps surely must of had a hand in. (And as the news is slowly divulged, there were two Caucasians and four Asians, and oh what planning that took to have a multi-racial bloodletting in this geographic region. Excuse me for being so cynical, insensitivity isn't intended). The perp's problems with the bioenergetics of my blood, or anyone else's, is not my problem, so why am I being assaulted on the street for yet another blood sample?
In addition, none of the First Feral Family dared to mention how I got the cut at my left eyebrow and how my eyelid was a dark purple, both souvenirs from Thursday's assault in the street. Funny how that happens, like they already knew and didn't dare instignate a scathing diatribe as to their collusion, with a ringing rejoinder for them to see their handlers and put an end to this sadistic depravity. Not that they have any pull, they rolled over decades ago and are in full play with the perps. I even challenged my in-town brother as to why he was playing ball with the very assholes that pulled his eye out when he was two years old. All I got was the bullshit shrug and smirk. Talk about complacent and complicit all at once.
I once harangued the Feral Parents to go see their handler when I was being relentlessly lashed with maser strikes to my eyelids, nose and lip for weeks on end. This started at the end of the hospital stay in 2003, and carried over until I found my place about a month later. I, as in mind-controlled me, was getting relentlessly harassed to the level that I told my parents to go see their handler and put an end to this highly exasperating harassment method. After some back and forth they actually did go out, and lo, if the facial maser strike harasment didn't end the next day. And my parents didn't bother to ask about it afterward either, knowing of course, the entire event was scripted, including my scathing rebuke to their suggestion that the maser strikes were an aberant mental construct. I told that story to my then shrink and he didn't have anything to say about it. Another behavior oddity not of my making. I still get the maser lashings, but not to the annoyance level or the frequency of that time.
And I am still getting screwed out of listening to radio; the internet players "somehow" don't work, and the feed gets messed up. So much for being informed. But I am allowed to listen to a few CD's per week, a change no doubt suited to the perp's games, especially if one notes the coincident noise flurries going on in the background.
I saw an interesting vehicle and gangstalker configuration today while driving; it was three parked burgundy sedans, each pointed a different direction, and two women were in the center of this cluster, one with burgundy colored pants, and the other in black colored clothing on a cell phone. It would seem the perps were attempting some kind of color energetic interaction as I passed by, and perhaps the brown colored carpet underlay in the cargo area of the vehicle was the reason for such an obvious gambit.
My mother took me out for lunch today, my "reward" for aiding in this morning's driving and carpet underlay installation. We had four blonde waitresses and hostesses circulating around our booth, close to the kitchen. My mother made out to be confused as to the menu, futzing over the definition of a clubhouse and a Cesar salad. The waitress bent over her menu and explained it, all the while offering me a look down her front. This happens too often to be the innocent act it is. (One of the better harassment methods though). For all of lunch the perps had male kitchen banter ongoing, likely for some kind of neural energetic correlation, visually pleasing blondes to male voice being interpreted for tone and content. The perps also put on some "customer"/blonde alignments, having one of the blonde staff member "happening" to be in the line of sight of some obvious looking male operative, also making himself obvious with the head spins and lookaway poses.
1915h
More boredom as I troll the internet, guided by my keepers and the constantly enforced typos that go on, usually "borrowing" letters from the next intended word that "somehow" get intermingled with the one I am typing. Failing that, there is always the jerkaround of forcing me to contact two keys at once to disrupt my flow. It never ends, all this intrusion after a lifetime of being monitored and controlled.
I was on the end of a new method of harassment today; the perps sucked the light out of my left eye when I got up this morning, and had me in total snit about it. When I went to the bathroom to see about it, they then laid on a batch of mucus in my eye, as if that were the problem. I never get mucus in my eye at anytime, only when the perps put it there, so that was not the cause.
1955h
I am getting the double noise game; the irritating quiet hiss and and the overhead rumbling and pounding.
2225h
Music and some decent site visits, even closing in on harassment free moments, a true rarity. I was allowed four CD's to listen to tonight, a radical departure from the usual sabotage of my players and related software.
Time to call this day done and blog off.
This is the post-dinner digestion period, always one for perp excesses. Then add dusk onset, another perp obsession, and it is a "perfect harassment" moment. One always knows by the noisestalking increases, if the increased plasma and maser action in my face hasn't increased.
One aspect of being harassed like this, down to every thought, is that there is a strong component of being kept clueless about certain news events. This is managed in good part by constraining my news feeds from the web, as well as the "don't see it" mind control games that are now endemic.
After being kept out of the loop on the baseball playoffs and the penant I was totally planted with the wrong notion that yesterday's baseball game, that I "happened" to catch part of at my parent's place, "I" (read, mind controlled me) was led to believe that the game was the World Series, and not the penant series. Then as part of this, I got the teams wrong, or at least one of them as I was explaining this to my mother, no baseball fan either, but who somehow had an "expressed interest", (read, perp planted and scripted). So finally I have it figured out; it was the final penant game, #7, and the Red Sox are going onto play the Colorado Rockies for the World Series. This is what it takes to be TI, never trusting what one says for fear of it being a planted notion.
Another clueless round was this morning; my mother wanted to go out this morning after breakfast for me to drive her to the carpet store and get underlay. And somehow, I had "forgotten", and she didn't mention it until the last moment when I thought I was set to be driven back to my place. There was the usual 100's of vehicles coursing around us in coordinated colors and we got the underlay after visiting the second store where the right size was availible. Wouldn't you know, it was brown colored, and in the form of some kind of synthetic plastic foam, much different than the old heavy carpet stuff we pulled out last week. And lo, if we weren't put in the double white vehicular gangstalking "sandwich"; two white vehicles ahead of us, and two behind as our escort for some 10 minutes of road travel. I suppose the perps must be looking for some kind of brown to white interaction, or whatever it is they are chasing me over, never mind the odd assault.
And last night while sitting around in the musical sofas of my in-town brother's place, who had put dinner on for us, along with inviting his native Indian on-off girlfriend too. Another case of brown (skin color) time as I see it, fitting the perp's color energetics obsessions. The TV was on to watch his favorite antiques show, and then my father (in the guise of a dementia) got up and started fingering and pissing around with my coat that was hung on a peg on the living room furniture. I told him to leave it alone, and he backed off. He then got up and did this twice more, grasping my coat at the location where the perp's planted the blood they extracted from my face last week. Which tells me that the assholes didn't get very much out of it if that is what they are doing some four days later, even if the coat was laundered.
All these wars and strife, now and the over the long past, and here are the sick perps pounding on lifelong victims on the street to figure out their fucking games. Never mind the world of blood donations and transfusions, something else they might have their hands in. And I note, an apartment massacre of six in Surrey BC on 10-19-2007, one day after my street assault, something the perps surely must of had a hand in. (And as the news is slowly divulged, there were two Caucasians and four Asians, and oh what planning that took to have a multi-racial bloodletting in this geographic region. Excuse me for being so cynical, insensitivity isn't intended). The perp's problems with the bioenergetics of my blood, or anyone else's, is not my problem, so why am I being assaulted on the street for yet another blood sample?
In addition, none of the First Feral Family dared to mention how I got the cut at my left eyebrow and how my eyelid was a dark purple, both souvenirs from Thursday's assault in the street. Funny how that happens, like they already knew and didn't dare instignate a scathing diatribe as to their collusion, with a ringing rejoinder for them to see their handlers and put an end to this sadistic depravity. Not that they have any pull, they rolled over decades ago and are in full play with the perps. I even challenged my in-town brother as to why he was playing ball with the very assholes that pulled his eye out when he was two years old. All I got was the bullshit shrug and smirk. Talk about complacent and complicit all at once.
I once harangued the Feral Parents to go see their handler when I was being relentlessly lashed with maser strikes to my eyelids, nose and lip for weeks on end. This started at the end of the hospital stay in 2003, and carried over until I found my place about a month later. I, as in mind-controlled me, was getting relentlessly harassed to the level that I told my parents to go see their handler and put an end to this highly exasperating harassment method. After some back and forth they actually did go out, and lo, if the facial maser strike harasment didn't end the next day. And my parents didn't bother to ask about it afterward either, knowing of course, the entire event was scripted, including my scathing rebuke to their suggestion that the maser strikes were an aberant mental construct. I told that story to my then shrink and he didn't have anything to say about it. Another behavior oddity not of my making. I still get the maser lashings, but not to the annoyance level or the frequency of that time.
And I am still getting screwed out of listening to radio; the internet players "somehow" don't work, and the feed gets messed up. So much for being informed. But I am allowed to listen to a few CD's per week, a change no doubt suited to the perp's games, especially if one notes the coincident noise flurries going on in the background.
I saw an interesting vehicle and gangstalker configuration today while driving; it was three parked burgundy sedans, each pointed a different direction, and two women were in the center of this cluster, one with burgundy colored pants, and the other in black colored clothing on a cell phone. It would seem the perps were attempting some kind of color energetic interaction as I passed by, and perhaps the brown colored carpet underlay in the cargo area of the vehicle was the reason for such an obvious gambit.
My mother took me out for lunch today, my "reward" for aiding in this morning's driving and carpet underlay installation. We had four blonde waitresses and hostesses circulating around our booth, close to the kitchen. My mother made out to be confused as to the menu, futzing over the definition of a clubhouse and a Cesar salad. The waitress bent over her menu and explained it, all the while offering me a look down her front. This happens too often to be the innocent act it is. (One of the better harassment methods though). For all of lunch the perps had male kitchen banter ongoing, likely for some kind of neural energetic correlation, visually pleasing blondes to male voice being interpreted for tone and content. The perps also put on some "customer"/blonde alignments, having one of the blonde staff member "happening" to be in the line of sight of some obvious looking male operative, also making himself obvious with the head spins and lookaway poses.
1915h
More boredom as I troll the internet, guided by my keepers and the constantly enforced typos that go on, usually "borrowing" letters from the next intended word that "somehow" get intermingled with the one I am typing. Failing that, there is always the jerkaround of forcing me to contact two keys at once to disrupt my flow. It never ends, all this intrusion after a lifetime of being monitored and controlled.
I was on the end of a new method of harassment today; the perps sucked the light out of my left eye when I got up this morning, and had me in total snit about it. When I went to the bathroom to see about it, they then laid on a batch of mucus in my eye, as if that were the problem. I never get mucus in my eye at anytime, only when the perps put it there, so that was not the cause.
1955h
I am getting the double noise game; the irritating quiet hiss and and the overhead rumbling and pounding.
2225h
Music and some decent site visits, even closing in on harassment free moments, a true rarity. I was allowed four CD's to listen to tonight, a radical departure from the usual sabotage of my players and related software.
Time to call this day done and blog off.
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