Oh Boy- Penticton Made the News Today

04-16-2019
That would be Monday, April 15 that Penticton made the news, even the national news here in Canada. This iposting is authored a day later as I just got back to my residence in Penticton; I was in Kelowna when all this happened, and I will explain my concurrent circumstances below.

And what happened was a targeted vendetta type murder of four people in three locations and that the perpetrator turned himself into the police all by himself afterward. Here on Castanet, the Okanagan Valley's online news and events site are the main details. (Or here at the Penticton Herald article). And the day after, the perpetrator gets his first court appearance. The first victim happened to be pruning shrubs at the moment of his sudden demise, and it "so happens" that I have been pruning vineyards at this time of year for the past seven years. Hmm.... Obviously much more is to come to learn just what was the motivation, but our dear RCMP (Royal Canadian Mendacious Plods) aren't going to release any victim names because it is not needed for the investigation they say. The perpetrator is a former city engineer, now retired, and is said to be a gentle person. Not your usual mass shooter for sure.
 
And the local TV news also dwelled on an prior targeted local (Salmon Arm) murder of a church elder, who was shot at a church service (April 14) no less. This some three weeks after his house was burned down.

Another major event on April 15 was the fire at Notre Dame Cathedral, interspersed with the above local murder stories. And what the wretched media didn't report was there there have been a string of prior fires at Roman Catholic churches in France in the past year, and the Notre Dame cathedral fire just might of not been an accident. The chickens have come home to roost, et alors, ne rien.

All this occurred while I was in Kelowna on the operating table for surgery, and after recovery time, it was 5 hours of elapsed time. The operation was successful and I had to stay at a guest home in Kelowna last night. It was there on television that I learned of the shooting in my home town. So the timing was this; surgery started at about 0800h, and so while I was away, being operated on and under general anesthetic, why, these murderous ructions erupted some 75km away in my home town. When I was first cognitive in the recovery room it was 1110h. An interesting coincidence that, but that is where I am going to leave it. Most regular readers will know what I think of coincidences in this kept state of being a TI.

And attempting to get to Kelowna Sunday night (April 14) was another coincidence eruption. The 97 Hwy was blocked due to a tandem tractor trailer truck not making a sweeping bend and then went out of control and hit an oncoming passenger vehicle. The southbound  tandem truck was hauling a load of dimension lumber that spilled over the road. I was attempting to drive to Kelowna (northbound) and stay over that night and be ready, and in town for the surgery. But to no avail as the traffic advisory notice indicated a 5 hour delay. Once I turned around and got back home, why, the traffic advisory indicated single lane alternating traffic. This forced me to get up early at 0430h as I did not know for sure that the road was clear, or if blocked, and it gave me some time to get to Kelowna via an alternate route if needed. By the time I passed the accident site the next morning, all four lanes were clear and there was only a pile of lumber on the side of the road. Exemplary road maintenance for sure, but while no one was killed, I am quite sure there were some life-altering injuries. In the least, from the perp perspective, it was a case of their fuckery to cause me to travel part way, and then return; a dashed expectations stunt perhaps. A sure fire habit of theirs.

In the recovery room at the hospital, and while coming to after the general anesthetic, why, the masers came on, zinging around as fuzzy blackish balls in all manner of directions. Just to say perhaps, "hi there, we are still with you". Something like that. The staff were great, save perhaps the one male doing spread legs (while seated) in front of me, he being the anesthesiologist, the keeper of the patient (me) while being operated on. That he had to come twice to visit me in the waiting area pre-operation was a little curious after he got all he needed to know from me and whatever the nurse wrote down. The perps love doing repeats of particular themes, and the male postures and vignettes (think of abuse situations here), have been a long running theme these past 17 years of harassment abuse at the hands of the perps.

As I have written many times in past postings, it would seem that the perps (among many other objectives) are attempting to elicit abreactions (subconscious trauma responses) that they likely had a hand in making during the three years they wiped most of my recall when aged 2 to 5. I wouldn't be the first child to have been treated as such, as Ann Diamond, a Canadian author was also subjected to recall deletions at that same location and approximate time. That being the infamous McGill University, Montreal, under the atrocities perpetrated by Dr. Ewen Cameron's (and staff) misguided, if not utterly egregious mind control experiments, many of which were perpetrated on children. In Ann Diamond's case, her parents were astute and took action when they suspected something was amiss. As for my parents, I consider them as assholes to be witting and willing dipshits to hand their first born child to a doctor (for no clinical cause) who knew utter shit about neurology (or psychiatry), and was a better political player than anything else. And who exactly got cured anyhow? (Assuming that there was a prior complaint in the first place,- which would not be children).

And given other Canadian atrocities, such as the Residential Schools, why hasn't there been any Royal Commission to investigate this? And ditto for the Duplessis Orphans of Quebec of that same time, who in part, were served up as child subjects for Dr. Ewen Cameron, as well as sponsoring terminal experimentation on children in many other Roman Catholic hospitals in Quebec. The last I heard was that the Duplessis Orphans had to go to the UN to seek investigative action against the Canadian government who are digging in their heels. Not so for the Residential Schools issue, where the politicians are falling all over each other to make "apologies". Maybe it is that the native Indians get more news coverage in the government sponsored media for some reason.

And April 15, 2019 also marked the day of the 17th anniversary that the Psychopathic Perp assholes invaded my apartment and rained down abuse and torture of the most unconventional kind. There was a week prior of everyone staring at me at work for no reason whatsoever, and the Ms. C of the story (41pp.) also got into the act of tipping me off to raise my angst all the more as to just what was going to come down. Come down they did; someone was obviously in my apartment when I returned April 14, (or else it was made to look that way by way of telekinetic fuckery). If you want a long read it is all there.

04-18-2019
I am feeling better, less sore, and even sustained a morning long effort in getting all my medical expenses for 2018 ordered and organized in a spread sheet for income tax return purposes. It was permissible to take my first shower, and that I did.

I watched two more episodes of Spartacus last night, and lo, if I didn't have vivid dreams that I was in a like situation, save the lewdity and naked nymphs (unfortunately). Funny how I did not have dreams of Monty Python vignettes when I was binge watching them earlier this year. I could of done with more of that.

 I did two outings in my vehicle this afternoon to do errands and grocery shopping. This would be my first local outing (driving, parking, and shopping) since the surgery in my town, and what a almighty full-on clusterfuck of a gangstalking it was on both occasions. And of some note, I wore a blue and grey fleece jacket for the first time as it had been sitting around for at least four years and I "found" it ahead of going out. It is the perfect weather to be wearing such, another mighty fine coincidence, and so I wore it for both outings.

The vehicular gangstalking traffic was at least 20 vehicle long trains, and add in the odd oncoming rube who just wouldn't stop for a late yellow when I waiting to turn and he  barrelled through. I gave him the finger for that one (which I rarely do) as it was so outrageously blatant, besides holding me up from making my L turn, which ended up on the red light. Said rube seemed to be unusually ready for my finger and gave one back almost immediately. Curious that. And they kept me for two traffic cycles at the main Hwy and town junction, a rarity that I hadn't experienced in all my seven years of living here. And the same late yellow light running shit again at this same intersection (Hwy 97 and Ekhardt) when I went on my second outing which repeated much the same route and two stops of the f

The Main Street was also plugged with vehicular gangtalking trains of 20 or more, two lanes wide in many places. The ambulatory gangstalkers were also all over my ass at LD and SOF. Funny how they know in advance exactly where I am going and post a Fuckwit or three at that exact store location. (A product shelf location or obstructing egress often at an aisle end). At least they removed the posted Fuckwits when I returned for a second time. Past intense gangstalking has shown that they will post a Fuckwit stalker at a store shelf location that I want to go to for at least 15 minutes, or to the point that I say "fuck it" and depart the premises.

And the ambulatory dither-shitting was also in full force; these are the Fuckwits that are walking ahead of me and then reverse direction to come at me or slow my egress. Another variation is the Fuckwit that somehow "needs" to get in the way by putting on the excessive indecisive act.

And I suppose the first multi-type outing served their purposes well; a drop-off for alterations, donations for Value Village, unloading the glass bottles at the recycle center (someone on my ass there at the bin, and then followed me inside), and two shopping stops. The perps just love it when I drop off items, almost as much as shopping. In the latter case they have an extra incentive for their fuckery, as they have been consistently hounding my ass at every financial transaction I have made since they first went berserk/overt on 04-15-2002. The second outing was to retrieve (and pay) for my alterations, and then back to Value Village to get rid of the rickety drying rack that had been pissing me off for at least four years.

And the aircraft coverage was extra too; a Bell 412 was doing a slow arc overhead and there was another helicopter not far away. That infernal single engine aircraft that keeps doing circuits overhead was also out. Ditto for similar aircraft coverage when I exited my residence for my second outing, plus added siren noise. The neighbor across the back lane was also good for more added noise to the noisescape by using his power tools to fit a trailer he is working on. From the perp perspective I suppose, if you got a homicide arranged (per above) and the victim is back at his place, why, of course the they would gangstalk the fuck out of me on my first day out after my return and a shut-in day. I must have a different post-surgery energy signature or something like that.

This week's coincidence meter has just "pegged out" IMHO; that is slang for the notion that the meter needle has exceeded the expectable maximum and hit the (R side) peg that physically stops it from registering higher. Why, I was staying at a place on Enterprise Way on April 15 in Kelowna, and lo, if the RCMP didn't pull a paramilitary training exercise on this same street today. And lo, if some of them weren't also called out for an incident on Spall Road which bisects Enterprise Way and is where I "happened" to spend some errand time there on Tuesday. This has been one strange week for coincidences and it is only Thursday.

04-21-2019
I am getting more out and about now; even some weeding work. Still bruises from the surgery, and I am still feeling stiff.

A strange holiday in these here parts; Easter. Good Friday is a national holiday, Saturday isn't, Sunday sort of is, and Monday only if you are a government worker. Go figure. They even closed down my regular grocery store and the associated mall at 1700h, all for me to find out at 1800h. The usual perp trick; pull on the door to find it locked. Har, har; how many times have we done that one? About 10-15x/year since outrageous abuse-athon began in 04/2002. Not including the recent and "sudden" eruption of the assholes blanking me out when I get to my locked vehicle only to find that I cannot, of course, get in. Like WTF; I have been locking my vehicle doors for over 45 fucking years and "suddenly" I now forget this long established good habit. How utterly fucking insane that a multi-billion dollar per year budgeted abuse and harassment agency has now decided to degrade my long established habit of unlocking my vehicle door in advance of pulling on the door handle. Never has big (them) gone so dumb in the history human (if that) behavior. And you thought Pres. G W Bush's door pulling impasse was a protocol slip.

And of course, the above context of organization size is assuming the PTB don't manufacture their own paper money or indulge in extra-conventional methods to alchemically (via energetic control) create gold from inexpensive metals, both of which they are quite capable of IMHO. Funny how the chemistry history literature likes to beat up on alchemists of old times. I get it; we presently advanced humans with chemical engineering capabilities are not allowed to go there, even if fungi can detoxify poisonous metals, (a research paper, and a Google Search revealing many other sources) and even if we got chemistry all wrong in terms of its theoretical basis (Miles Mathis' work; conventional chemistry is profundly wrong;- electron orbits as a start).

Anyhow, the pollens of late are whacking the shit out of me, like never before. Yet again, I am going to assume its the PTB that yet again, need another excuse to disrupt what I am doing at the time.

Enough said for the week, and hopefully neighborly disputes can be resolved more civilly. Or was the above multiple homicide a stitch-up like so many are? Who knows.

Kidney Pressure

06-11-2017
My kidney pressure is building again... But as it turns out I was totally wrong on where my kidneys were. The doctor told me they were halfway up my back. Then she referenced my bone scan of 07-2016 and said that it was likely arthritis. Just what I need; another ailment to contend with.

I have been on an alien kick of late, reading "Alien Agenda" by Jim Marrs, after reading "The US Navy's Secret Space Program and Nordic Extraterrestrial Alliance" by Michael E. Salla. Both recommended.

Of interest and mentioned in "Alien Agenda", a foremost astrophysicist, though controversial in his day, Sir Fred Hoyle, said this at a 1971 news conference;

"human beings are simply pawns in a game of alien minds that control our every move. They are everywhere in the sky, on the sea, in the earth.... it is not an alien intelligence from another planet. It is actually from another universe which entered ours at the very beginning and has been controlling all that happened ever since".

Elsewhere, on the web, I get this similar quote from the same time. On May 10, 1971, the noted British Astrophysicist and Astronomer, Sir Fred Hoyle called a news conference and made the following, startling announcement:

“human beings are simply pawns in a great game, being played by alien minds, which control mankind’s every move… These alien minds come from another universe, one with five dimensions… These super-intelligent entities are so different from us that to apprehend them or to describe them in human terms, is impossible… They have been here for countless eons and they have probably controlled the evolution of Homo-sapiens. All of what man has built and become was accomplished because of the ‘tinkering’ of these intelligent forces.”

I don't believe that Sir Fred Hoyle divulged his sources, but the best that I can make out is that he evaluated the complexity of life and determined it could not of evolved from a primordial soup, even if charged with primitive DNA. As to how he concluded that we are all "alien pawns", and were are here as a result of "alien tinkering" I don't believe he explained it at the time, though perhaps obliquely in his many books. Interestingly, in addition to his scholarly articles, he wrote science fiction, which in my finding is a cover for the aliens to  reveal their activities; e.g. Star Trek, Twin Peaks, X Files. So the question remains; how did he know and from whom did he receive this information, and how did he validate it so that he was willing to risk public scorn? Normally such public pronouncements would beget the "crazy" label and professional banishment. Not he; his knighthood was awarded in 1972, though he may have been snubbed for a later Nobel Prize. The Wikipedia precis is here. Wikipedia in its ever stultifying defence of the status quo, mentions that Sir Fred Hoyle's belief in the abiotic origins of oil and rejection of the "big bang" theory are not supported by his professional colleagues. That is because Sir Fred was 40 years ahead of everyone else, and Wikipedia still hasn't caught up.

From Truth Control, something similar from “The Gods of Eden”, by William Bramley, Avon Books, 1989.

“Human beings appear to be a slave race languishing on an isolated planet in a small galaxy. As such, the human race was once a source of labor for an extraterrestrial civilization and still remains a possession today. To keep control over its possession and to maintain Earth as something of a prison, that other civilization has bred never-ending conflict between human beings, has promoted spiritual decay, and has erected on Earth conditions of unremitting physical hardship. This situation has existed for thousands of years and it continues today.”

Again, I find it interesting that the concept of "Prison Planet" has been floated by someone who claims to have done their research.

06-12-2017
Onto the prosaic; forced spilling stunts, this time in the kitchen; I shook up the pomegranate juice over the sink with the lid on, and lo, the lid was askew, and the juice came out of the container and spilled in the sink when shaking it up. I was screaming enraged over this obvious jerkaround.

Then once I had cleaned up the mess  and poured 250ml of pomegranate juice in a glass, and then mixed in an supplement powder and stirred it up, the assholes yanked the glass from my hand, and dumped the glass and its contents into the sink. I was screaming rage-ified over that extra obvious stunt. More mess to clean up. And what was the purpose of that? To test pomegranate juice from the bottle into the sink, and another round from my glass, albeit with the supplement in it. The perps are fucking crazy about things going down the sink; even floating items are difficult to chase down the drain.

Yoga tonight, just three yogis for hot yoga on a hot day. I am definitely losing my mojo; it is not as much fun and am borderline dragging my ass. Well done perps; you take away my useful testosterone Rx in 2016 and going back 15 years, my dopamine. Both work together for motivation and better mood, and you assholes have taken both of them away after it took decades to get to the bottom of the problem. Four shrinks blew me off about not having ADD and when I got a SPECT scan, it came back as ADD, exactly as I called it. Needless to say, shrinks are the establishment of the Liars' Club in my opinion.

06-13-2017
Vineyard shoot thinning all day today, the weather sunny, but around 24C, not too hot. A big aircraft day (20+), as in aerial stalking. On its second pass, the aerial fire fighting tanker must of been 200' over the vineyard, making its second turn of the day. Other fixed wing aircraft made multiple passes, one being a two engine propeller aircraft that also makes regular noise runs overhead at my residence. And plenty of helicopter variety today; EC 135, EC120, Bell 206, a larger Bell, and a few others. No gyrocopter though,- a once per three week event at best.


06-14-2017
Another day of shoot thinning in the vineyard all day. A helicopter came to the pad for a wine tasting tour. We were about 100m away, far enough to avoid any sandstorm from the down wash of the rotors. It was the glossy black and blue Bell 206 (Jet Ranger) again, the same model of helicopter that I flew in for two months some decades ago on a summer forestry job. That model of helicopter is very popular in W North America for whatever reason, long before the AStar came along. I see the 206 is being replaced by a composite body model, the Bell 505X, just recently certified. After being around Bell 206 and 206L helicopters since 1971 in summer jobs (cargo loading, as a passenger), I don't expect them to go away anytime soon, as they are such a venerable flying machine. As to why the perps find helicopters such interesting aerial stalking vehicles I do not know. I noticed today they followed the 206 with a biz jet within a minute of its departure, heading the same direction. They like doing aerial "follow-ons", rotary wing, then fixed wing or vice versa.

06-15-2017
A urologist's appointment at 0915h, so beforehand I got my driver's license renewed, a $75 hit, up $25 from last time. No wonder we have a minority government in BC now. I went to Starbucks to kill time before the appointment and lo, if the construction babe from the house building job next to my employer's vineyard didn't "happen" to be there. I didn't have time to say more than "hello" as her name got called for her order and I was heading out anyhow. She looks even better close up, and I did see her by "chance" a month ago when I was traversing between a grocery store and the auto repair shop. In both circumstances she was visible before I actually met her face to face. (Before meeting her today, he traversed past me at my table on her way to the washroom and back.) Another fine coincidence, two for two on "pre-meeting" face-to-face engagements.

The urologist visit was the expected futility over any dopaminergic treatment options; no peer reviewed literature he says. I am stuck in "anecdote land", the automatic disparaging term doctors give to patients that don't fit the predetermined profiles the research machine has supplied to the medical profession. How can one call it health care when the system is hidebound by precedent?

06-17-2017
Saturday, and I worked at the alternate vineyard, same as last week. After I work tomorrow, that will be three weeks of non-stop work

Two Bell 206 helicopter visitations to a nearby winery, maybe 1km away at most, as I could hear the engine rpm variation as it shut down and started up later. On the second pass it was some 200' above terrain, nearly overhead.

Just finished "My Secret Sister", a gut-wrencher of a book (though with a happy ending) if one has experienced parental abuse. I have, but not to the level one co-author experienced. They were twins and separated at birth; one adopted out and the other kept in an abusive situation. And while the father could be intensively abusive, if not strange, the mother was rather unhelpful and unsupportive. The sister that was adopted out was in a very happy and supportive family. Both were raised as single children, no sisters or brothers. And the lies that were kept to support this ran through the family, and even to cousins who knew but didn't say anything.

Family lies; don't I know that one too. The First Feral Family knew I was a human nonconsensual experimentation subject and kept it secret for 47 years, and then knew 6 years beforehand that this intensified abuse was coming down in 04-2002.  (Abuse made known to me after 47 years of being set up and messed with covertly). I will never forgive the assholes for that, ever.

One chapter in the book "My Secret Sister" is titled, "Too Many Coincidences"; a common perp theme in this ongoing Fuckover at the hands of the Psychopathic Confederacy. Which made me wonder if the perps didn't orchestrate the separation of the sisters in the above story, put one through childhood hell (and then some), and the other had a relatively normal upbringing and went onto success as a professional golfer. Speculative to be sure, but it does all make we wonder, especially in keeping with the above quotes about humans being kept on this here planet. And too, how could the medical authorities of the day (about 1948-1950 in the UK) call a twin birth "normal" in the record and further note, "infant breastfeeding", "child adopted" in an ambiguous reference to each child from a twin birth? Reprehensible to say the least, and of course, feeding my ever increasing loathing of the medical profession (if that), and pondering if they too aren't in on this arranged Fuckover scene to some extent.

06-18-2017
Vineyard work this Sunday, keeping going to pay the bills as it seems I just never have enough with manual laboring jobs. And then I get hit with expensive vehicle repairs, e.g. the power steering pump and the sensor switch of three weeks ago.

Just when I put on my headphones to listen to music while shoot thinning, why, the rain started up. Enough to send me back to put them away in the vehicle for the remainder of the day. Well done; more music listening sabotage.

Another Bell 206 helicopter visitation, this time a two tone brown one some 300' above terrain. Where do they dig these helicopter colors from; but given the attention they devote to vehicle colors around me, why would I be surprised?

And speaking of surprises, my daughter phoned on Father's Day, though her card didn't make it in time.

My efforts to combat prostate cancer  have taken a downturn. I haven't done squat in two weeks, since the test result. I wonder why?

Anyhow, enough news for the week to get this posted.

Nightime Wear Change Up

1425h
A cold night, last night, record low temperatures even, and even though I have the windows sealed with tape to stop drafts, I still got plenty of cool air swirling at my feet. So much so, I wore a pyjama-like combination of long underwear, a T shirt and a thick pair of socks to bed. And one can be sure this first-time change in nightwear was a BIG DEAL for the perps, who also kept me up for most of the night, also with meat aerial games, having me count them even. A black top, deep blue longjohns and black socks were the colors of my nightime wear, a similar color combination to my daytime wear, also enhanced due to cold temperatures; black pants, grey socks, black undershirt and a navy blue sweater. A bath was also scripted last night, so between clothing and color changes I got wet, and getting wet seems to be an important component of the perps' ongoing research games and abuses. But to be fair, it did warm me up before bedtime, and that helped me stay warm as well. But as this was the first time I had worn said longjohns for over 20 years, I am sure it was the reason there was a five strong contingent of Fuckwits in the lobby when I set off to the local supermarket.

I walked down the stairwell and entered the lobby, only to have two behind the door, the faux postmen attending to the mailboxes, the new manager was letting out the motorized wheelchair act by holding the door open, and then crossed in front of the closing door, and then another one sittiing in the office, the latter being the Scottish woman, once thought to be the cleaning woman, but seeming to take up near permanent residency as "staff" anytime I pass through the lobby, and twice on the street. A whole five Fuckwits when entering and exiting the lobby, with the wheelchair act in lead-ahead gangstalk mode, "happening" to be going my way and calling across the street to her vagrant pal in sunglasses no less, (no sun today). Why these loud street shouting "cheer-sing" start up in my proximity isn't totally clear, but having me hear human voice is always an important part of the harasssment, as that involved emotional processing of speech in the amygdala brain region, also thought to be the seat of where psychic energies are processed.

The assholes kept me awake for hours once I went to bed at 2330h, and also at least an hour before getting up. It seemed like I was made to be totally awake all night, but I figure I got some sleep in there. As always, don't lament for lost sleep time because nearly always I never have any tiredness reactions or napping need as a consequence. The fact that my sleep needs can be controlled was made plain early on in the 2002 harasment onset, as they could have me not sleep for three days to no adverse effect, which included working for my employer at the time.

A trip to the local supermarket this morning kept me aware of the gangstalking parade, the assholes even blocking egress into the store with a yellow coated male Fuckwit, faux security personnel walking out on the wrong side of the door. I was close enough to knee the fucker, as my knee was raised and kept still momentarily as he was in my way. No apology of course, just the usual rude Fuckwit Faux Security personnel, emulating police uniform colors of this area. All part of the insane games whenever building egress occurs.

1600h
Post tea time and chocolate, the second of three 100g bars I am made to eat for the Abusive Cause, and all that it related to their brown color research. But now the overhead scraping and tapping noises have started up, and most annoyingly, they somehow get through my earmuffs. Now the faked neighbor water usuage noise has also started up, doing on/offs, as if someone would ever do this repeatedly in their normal kitchen usage. Now 1605h and this absurd scraping noise has continued on the above ceiling/floor, and if all these floorplans are the same, which is usually the case, then they would have carpet overhead, and somehow, this noise, that which is familiar, should not be happening. The sickos have long given up on scripting an ostensible cause to their stunts, though for the most part they still do, just making it more ridiculous sometimes when a drop of water does a slow hop out of the toilet. And that happens almost everytime I take a piss. Similarly, "drop hop" also erupts from the kitchen sink when using it to clean the dishes. One can be sure that all "drop stalking", the placement of water drops around me from no seeming cause, is their doing, and it has escalated in the past six months here at Abuse Central.

Another managed fluke today was to phone my summer time employer for the job commendation the forman promised, but did not deliver on. And lo, by faux fluke, the foreman "happened" to be in the office as he no longer works there, and as I had phoned for him they put me through as he was speaking with the farm manager. So he promised that one of the senior farm staff would send the letter, though as far as I could tell he wasn't asking permission to make a promise on another's behalf, even when in the same room as the person. Another "go figure"; why tell me how flukey this whole deal was when it was stage managed for months, as the then forman had promised the letter at the end of September 2010, nearly two months ago, and didn't deliver, and I kept "forgetting" to pursue the matter until today.

And I see that it is going to snow tomorrow morning, a Thursday, which should be ripe for a third consecutive yoga class cancellation, in keeping with how they like to fuck me out of that once per week activity. And at no time, for as much as I like yoga, do the assholes ever let me do any in my apartment, as it would be so easy to do so, having a carpeted floor. I can never figure out how they allow such activities to be regular, and then put the kibosh on them for weeks or months. That goes for employment too, all the more of a consideration as I got my credit card statement in the mail, and I have spent way too much money, cleaning out my savings for paying my income tax in early 2011. Looks like I will be picking daffodil flowers in February again, just to keep my head above water into the spring. And hopefully I can get work before June, 2010, as the assholes hung me out to dry until then last year. That was a seven month unemployment duration, and they do like to script these each year, and also to impose financial contraints as well, not to mention mind-fuck games to have me expend monies when I really want to conserve.

2025h
The sirens and the chirping sirens noise ran for three minutes or so while reading blogs from other TI's, ones you will see on the right side. I get this through my earmuffs (that is, supposed hearing protection), and yet the Fuckers can still plant these noises in my ear at the same volume level as if I had taken them off. On the new noise front, the pinging sound of faucet leakage in a steel sink can now "get through" my earmuffs. They have harassed me with this obnoxious noise for over three years now, and the earmuffs were a certain method to ensure that I had relief. As of tonight, not any more. Back to the days of putting a sponge in the sink for the water to fall onto to limit the noise, but even this solution begat a new noise. I supposed it was called the Chinese Water Torture for a good reason if my knowledge hasn't been debased by the assholes, something they pull on me more often.

2325h
More troving through job postings tonight, looking in Alberta this time, as it seems so hopeless here in BC. It seems the perps like me to spend time in this futile fashion, attempting to get jobs to no avail or result. Like I say, they have constantly noisestalked me over terms such as employment, work, job, task, unemployed, and the entire gestalt. All the while they keep me contained doing squat, seemingly an important component of this harassment as they would of long had me working if it suited their agenda of total containment. Time to blog off and call this dull day done.

Gym Swarms and Other Freakish Public Behavior

1710h
A late day start to blogging for reasons my mind-keepers only know. This dusk onset time is approaching and they go silly then, and like me to be occupied in an more engaging task such as typing this blog posting.

I am back from a gym class trip and a stop-by shop at the local grocery store. As always, I had my 500 to 1,000 gangstalking vehicles coursing about in color coordinated formations, and then the ambulatory gangstalkers on the street and in the gym. My two class members who are full freaks from the Unfavored were upon me, always managing "somehow" to be in my vision whenever I looked up. Both now have fully shaved heads to be doubly disgusting, and also loiter in my presence. My single aim is to not look at them, but "somehow" I "forget", I look up, and there they are. There were plenty of other ambulatory "thuggy buddies" loitering around, and at one point, five males were hanging around me looking elsewhere,but not doing anything. Part of the deal is to keep hounding me and disrupting all my free weight and exercise machine routines. I got 11 minutes on the treadmill, and lo, if one of the yellow shirted "thuggy buddies" hadn't relocated himself two machines over, hiding behind a woman beside me. The treadmills look outside to the street, and there were countless shills and operatives parading around in red shirts, and some as couples, one in red and the other in green. And more hand holding bullshit too; this is getting absurd, and sometimes it is so incongrous as to be funny. One gangstalker smelled exactly like the carpet auctioneer I helped two days ago. Other Unfavored freaks at the gym were a negro hanging about and a major fat boy in black garb as a new class member who got the personal trainer treatment from the ever nice and nice to look at, Ms. L. This would fit the format of the Unfavored (fat boy) accompanying the Favored (attractive woman) to be in their "auric glow" or whatever is the reason the perps use to put these folks together for their benefit.

Call it a regular Tuesday event, as the perps had me "noise groomed" all morning with incessant jackhammering, chainsaws, backup beepers, high pitch whine, sirens and the rest of it. Then when I step out my apartment to head to gym at 1350h, they are all over me. There was nothing too unusual from my perspective as the same orchestrated swarms were everywhere, and more on the street "walking". One semi-vagrant male was putting on a pathetic jogging show, eventually running ahead of me, as the perps don't usually put on their gangstalkers on my tail to walk as fast as I do.

And I am always amazed as to how much I can leave out about my circumstances and the respondent (shill or operative) seems to know what I am talking about. On my way back from gym I stopped at the heavily gangstalked grocery store, and lo, if one of my 10 year ago swimming team buddies didn't "happen" to find me and say hello and ask how things were going. (He was the dude who swam in my lane that kept running me into the lane ropes despite my complaints, and quit government work to go "consulting" in the telltale year absence). I said to him that things were going as well as the last time we met, which was a cryptic reference to the fact that it was fleeting and we didn't really talk about anything. As this was beside the dairy case, I was looking for the goats milk, that ended up being my stated goal as more gangstalkers arrived around me. Then I walked off, and he didn't say anything except to follow me to the next area of the store I needed to go, which was heavily gangstalked as well. Anyhow, the upshot is that no one seeks to find out a real answer whenever there is an oblique reference that either I, or they, make. It is most weird they aren't keeping up the pretence to be engaged.

I see my updated version of my story has made it online in some fashion; I don't know how that happened as I only supplied it to the web manager some three times who never updated it and never replied, and yet the file has now been found online. I won't get into this in detail, but it furthers the notion that there is more going on in my circumstances than I control or direct. Not that I mind, and am in fact grateful that this was made web accessible. (Indirectly, it is here). The 35+pp. document is in a doc format, and I recall when typing it up that I got totally screwed around in attempting to put intermal links in it so one could conveniently navigate from the table of contents. Anyhow, it is no big deal and provides a more current perspective (to 2005) on how all this harassment has unfolded. And for the record, I do not getting anyone asking me how I am doing if they had read my earlier 2003 version on MCForums.

1910h
More incessant loud mufflered vehicles each time I remove my fingers that were blocking the noise before. A never ending train of obnoxious noise, and the perps know exactly which and at what volume, and blocking the sound out. The hearing protection is always defeated, and may be arranged to have more noise in them, and at my ears, than is occuring outside. No relief as far as noise goes, the second most predictable event for neural research gains after pissing me off, say, typing sabotage as I write this.

1950h
An all-quiet order went out to limit the noise, save the overhead pounding with a zapping to piss me off, and have me yell at the assholes yet again, and it occured exactly at the moment I read the word "psions" at this link, The Perversity of Physics, by Arthur Koestler. I cannot say I understand the physics owing to certain learning disabilities, but am able to get further with this piece than so many other articles on physics. The author has an interesting title to his book, The Roots of Coincidence. Given that the perps expend no limit in arranging coincidences around me, even down to individual words that "come to mind" for no reason, and then "happen" to be mentioned by someone I know a day or two later, this should be something that I will attempt to procure. Obviously this is a very key topic, given that I got the pounding noise with a zapping while encountering it. It is time to read something less controversial so not to elict yet more abusive juvenility.

2225h
A slow evening looking for a quality sweater online at firesale prices; the shopping bots have got Google hogtied when it comes to clothing keywords. Some shopping bots are so organized that they appear to be a store until one digs into the individual item only to find multiple vendors. I have also been getting some orange and red flashes across my LCD display.

Time to blog off and call this day done. If the weather looks good I will be digging my parent's garden over. My working boots are kept there now that the danger of snow storms is over, and it seems to suit the perp's needs to have my soil contacting footwear there. Yesterday, when I came in from the garden into the garage after finishing up on the pruning, and while changing out of my boots, the perps flashed a yellow plasma splatter in my central vision for some 30 to 60 seconds. It could of been the lighting condition change that stirred this annoyance, or it might of been the footwear changeover. The day before on the strangely packed bus (Sunday), there was an Asian in his white socks with his runners taken off.

Anyhow, time to blog off and post it.

Tactical Pee-ing

1215h
It has become quite apparent that taking a leak has become very much a perp tactic owing to its timing with other activities. The third pee today was scripted just before beginning this at the start of a new session immediately following a quick lunch. Yesterday, a pee was scripted five minutes ahead of a follow-on mega-poo, and normally both are accomplished at once. Then I needed a shower to clean up, and lo, if that wasn't just before I went out to the grocery store. Very often, a pee is scripted just before I head out to walk to yoga or gym class. And given the noisestalking while I pee, it is clear that this is some kind of color reference, and the pee color is highly variable as well, sometimes a near lime green, the first that I have experienced. Enough on this topic, this is record of what is going on, and I am sure that the perps have many other victims they are testing, covertly and overtly, and this must be part of the latter's regimen as well.

And more anti-virus software notification boxes are coming up for no reason, usually timed to when an unbidden and uncontrolled thought comes to mind, usually as an aspersion as to the state of the perp's minds to be so sick as to harass me over taking a pee, grasping objects, what colors I see, what words I use, the degree of typos as I type, and on from there. Even this paragraph on the LCD display is bathed in a horizontal yellowish plasma band, and only the lower portion where I am looking to see that the words are not misspelled.

It is a cold feet day today; the lino covered floor portion was extra chilly at breakfast, and now, even with the thick wooly socks on, the perps have decided my feet need to be cooled.

The "coincidence rate" has increased of late, and it applies to web browsings, web news, and those who I meet in person, though the latter has been highly constrained over the past three weeks. As mentioned yesterday, the First Feral Family get-together was lacking substantive dialog, more than its usual moribund state. One coincidence topic has been winemaking; it was a hobby of mine for some 20 years, and I even won amateur prizes when I could get quality grapes. Last night, out of sheer boredom, I was troving through the websites of the grape brokers that I used, looking at the 2007 crop's numbers, e.g. acidity, pH, sugar content. Then today's web browsings "happen" to have at least three articles on grapes or winemaking, one with a picture of the grape pommace, the spent remains of skins and seeds.

I have experienced this "coincidence management" on this topic before; the day after an evening of looking at wine making equipment online, not that I can afford it or could make use of it, a dude arrives in the elevator lobby with a home winemaker's corking device. This, inside an apartment block full of bachelor (aka studio) suites, about the last place anyone would consider making wine. Bizarre to say the least, but I expect the grapes and winemaking theme to continue for a few days longer. And at the First Feral Family gathering two days ago (01-06-2008), everyone had wine, and there was some conversation about it, and this past September's road trip to visit wineries. I am sure there is more to follow, though in fact I rarely drink it, like any alcohol. And I am sure the deep red color is of huge fascination to the perps as well, inside and outside the dark green bottle. True to form at the family dinner, a wine glass was spilled, and the wine was trapped on a fabric that did not allow it to pass through. There is about a 50% chance that wine will be spilled at family gatherings and it is not always the same culprit/cover story.

And I am getting plasma augmentations to what I view outside; the grey painted concrete expanse outside was treated to a banded green color, nothing unusual in that, save the scope of it. Very often I get small green, red, or brown spots for a subsecond exposure, necessitating a re-look and it is gone. This is a huge game that goes on all the time, and the first look at anything cannot be taken as fact, as there is often a plasma color testing in progress.

I was given some strange dreams last night; being in a rowboat with a shark plainly visible and lurking about, and then swooping in on some unsuspecting sea otter. And it "so happened", I read a short shark escape story yesterday, another managed coincidence. The perps have been big on treating me to nature shows in the past month, the wolves eating live prey and the like. Another story being that packs of wolves have attacked humans out jogging has also made the news in the past month. All part of the theme it seems, though how that applies to me I don't know, as I have never eaten anything that is alive. And I am getting excessive beepings and outside noise while I type this, so it must be of huge interest to the party that makes all these arrangements for me.

1840h
Listening to music on my PC comes with certain dangers; like the perps putting up a useless Windows box and then slamming my ears with a loud beep at the same time. I was screwed out of taking the headphones off immediately and suffered a second beep before allowed to counter this aural assault.

2100h
The gym was busy today, code for a high gangstalking level. I got rooked at the lockers again, no retrievable key after depositing the coins, so I was obliged to put my coat in the cubbys outside the change room, the usual side being all full up. So I turned the corner, retracing my tracks when headed to the locker room, and there at the first vacant cubby were the gym class coordinators, having "just arrived". Meaning, they were there for the "big event" for me to put my coat away. We exchanged pleasantries, and I turned to go back, and another gangstalker was on me, coming around the corner. In other words, a swarm around me all over putting my coat away, with a 90 degree turn in the aisleway as part of the arrangement.

All my usual equipment was busy and so I was obliged to do free weights with a couple of other dudes clanging weights nearby, and doing perp posturing, turning 90 degrees and going through the same motions. Finally, I got one dude hanging over me almost, putting on the dithered act, as if he didn't know to go foreward or backward, planted on the spot. End of that routine, and so off to do something else.

The perps kept up the busyness around me, and swapped in Mr. Ethnic Gut, a large gutted male of Middle East heritage who is regularly planted around me. He first "showed up" in the mirrors when I was using the free weights. He was in his disgusting loud yellow shirt today, but he must of been under instruction to give me only a few exposures, and wasn't dogging me like two weeks ago when he was all over me.

At the warm up area I took on a new exercise and there was two gangstalkers planted around me, and lo, if a third dude in a grey shirt didn't come within 2', sit down and hang around and do nothing but gaze into space beside me. Ten minutes later, this same dude came for a "cruise by" in front of me, and here he was wearing a green shirt instead of the grey one. I ended that routine, and moved onto something else, which too became problematic. Each time I approached equipment to work out on, a gangstalker would scoop it just ahead of me, three times in succession. A few minutes later, through the temporary absence of the signee, another dude had privelege to use the bicycle over me, as he had signed up. I signed up for the remaining bicycle and lo, when I got there, it was out of service. In total, it was four times that I was fucked out of using the equipment I intended to by arranged circumstances. Additionally, I aborted two other routines because of gangstalkers hanging over me, 2' away, doing nothing.

On another piece of equipment near the windows, the perps had someone standing behind it (pre-stalking it), beside the window, who then exited ahead of me getting to the equipment. The demographic make up of today's gangstalkers was approaching normal, no major freaks that I could recall, save the one member of our class that skinheaded himself last week and who then "featured" himself in front of me. He was there again today, with a string of red welts across the back of his neck, artfully laid through the ridiculous 3" diameter solid dark green tattoo he has. The copycat game was also on, having nearby gangstalkers on free weights nearby, lifting them at the same moment as I am, copycatting. Fucking tiresome that the perps haven't grown up on that stunt yet.

When doing the exercises in the floor exercise room at the gym, I noted that there was a white plasma toriod sitting in front of my chest, detectable in the mirrors. This isn't the only plasma and maser action in this room, but it is a little more obvious than the usual flitting photonic and magnetic phenomenon. I have also noted these same plasma emanations coming off the instructor at yoga, more of a bra-like shape with holes where her nipples would of been. Quite bizarre to say the least.

The red colored Oak Bay municipal fire truck and two ambulances came to put on a light show opposite the recreation center, all the red and white lights were flashing, the huge ladder truck being part of the show. This was before I went to do the class exercises in the separate room. And when I departed some 40 minutes later, the firetruck had moved 100' down the road, now parked mid-street, and the ambulance was on the other side of the road, facing me as I walked out. In other words, this "emergency" went on for 40 minutes, and all the vehicles were moved to the opposite side of the road. Not one firehose had been pulled out or other sign of genuine activity. In addition, a yellow school bus was also stopped in mid-street, yellow lights flashing. Some emergency. As this is the fourth time in some 8 months that the Oak Bay Fire Department has come to gangstalk their vehicles outside the gym, I wasn't too surprised over this development. All because the perps lack the gumption to front for this depraved nonconsensual experimentation they have involved me in since birth. As part of it, the perps appear to be remediating the traumatizations that they seem to have inflicted before I was six years old. I never asked for any remediation, so why am I being forced to go through with this extenuated vileness?

While walking to the gym, I got my street gangstalkers getting ahead of me; a weird pair I passed at the bus stop, and some 20 minutes later, they had got off the bus, and were walking ahead of me. This rarely happens in real life, and if it happens to me, it is not a coincidence. There was the usual 600 to 1,000 mobile gangstalking vehicles swarming the streets as I walked along; there were foursome clusters of reds, silver greys and black colored vehicles. I also got the paper carrying ambulatory gangstalkers; the Post Office is a good cover story, and there is one en route, but sometimes it gets absurd. Near the Post Office, this one dude had just got out of his vehicle some 6' from me, and then he puts this white envelope in front of his crotch and holds it there in some kind of temporary sentry duty mode. Within a minute, two other proximate ambulatory gangstalkers were packing white envelopes. There seems to be a big deal about the perps planting objects in, or in front of, their crotch.

Time to call this day done, while listening to Karen Matheson on YouTube.

Chicken Run Time Again

1415h
A 10.5 hour "sleep", another one of those 2.5 hour extra sleep-ins that appear to be organized around timing me for a late day start, as the breakfast, shower, shave and dental hygeine routine takes 1 hour and 15 minutes or so. Hence, the 0930h getup time makes for a 1045h start time for the day. And as the perps routinely escalate their gangstalking by 1200h, I have a narrow window to get the needed cooked chicken and eat the first lunch off the carcass by eating the wings and a few other meat pieces that "fall off". Regular readers will know that the perps put a huge amount of investment in my diet, and they want to trap all bioenergetics that they can at the source of the food, the local supermarket, only 200' away.

They put on the usual drift of on-street operatives walking one direction, usually five or more, though not appearing to be associated with each other. Having that many "pedestrians" headed one way at that particular corner, Yates and Quadra, at 1130h is absurd, as there were at least 20 clustered over the entire intersection, and a few "just stand theres", aka sentries.

And I notice that I am getting polluted with many more thoughts that are not my own and are nearly always dead wrong and/or utterly pointless. As this level of mental incursion is relatively new, I can be certain that all my self talk is scripted. Usually, if there is an unbidden thought, there is an immediate noise; neck cricks of no ostensible origin, vehicle noise, overhead pounding etc, all from the thankless assholes who were on me since I was given over to this depravity since birth IMHO. I also note my self-talk that details what assholes I think the perps are has been largely quelled. This was a prominent part of my thinking and concluding and has dropped to nearly nothing now. I am not allowed to hold my own opinions of the perp's characteristics and behaviors.

And for an extra treat, the perps put on their racially profiled gangstalkers on early; an monsterous negro woman was paired with a Caucasian woman, and they liked to end up where I was headed each time, perfoming at three reprises. The negro woman appeared to be the same one at the doctor's office, the one in the glassed in receptionist area where the perps have now switched over to the red-haired demographic, featuring them behind glass now. I even got at least one stare from the negro woman, and I did nothing to invoke it, so I can assume this was also a planned to the millisecond duration.

When headed for the tortillas in the grocery store, it was on with the fugly dressed kid, he at the cheddar cheese section that was next to the brown colored tortillas in green packaging. These sprouted wheat kind that I always buy is the scene of regular gangstalking, sometimes five in a cluster, since I started buying groceries there at this particular store in 06-2006. But that wasn't all of it; the cheddar cheese was the orange colored variety, and the kid's oversized jacket was a brighter orange, and there he was, playing with the cheese blocks as if toys,- fucking idiotic by my standard. All this plastic packaging playing about was timed for when I swept in and picked up two packages of tortillas that were adjacent to this kid and his cheese games. All to emphasize the perps ongoing obsession over all things plastic, never bothering with the primary fact, that is not my problem, so why am I constantly getting fucked over it?

Then, it was on with the geriatiric crowd gangstalkers, another chosen demographic from which a large number are selected. The perps just love to place these "folks" around me, though I have no reason why, and I am not aware of any kind of negative reaction. I suspect the perps can monitor my subconsciousness and pick up these deeply embedded traits more than I can, hence the ongoing demographic groups they draw from.

And there is getting way too many coincidences of late, even over trivial matters. A topic or item that might appear on-line becomes referenced among the gangstalkers, and is "featured" by some parading operative for me to see, and then may also "show up" in conversation later, usually at gym or yoga class, or else family. And the perps make sure that my social life is highly constrained, and that there are no other occurences, let alone a meeting with someone new that hasn't been groomed and scripted.

One trivial item that is getting air time for whatever reason was the reference to a Canadian journalist's cap, Peter Newman, which he wears most of the time. The convicted corporate raider named Conrad Black got into a slanging match in print with Peter Newman, and one perverse mention was his cap. And lo, if I didn't see one such cap yesterday, and then again today on an in-store gangstalker. Then when exiting the store, another gangstalker of the same body size and age as the last gangstalker was in lead-ahead gangstalk mode, and he too was wearing the same cap. (The story and the picture of the feuding pair are at the above link). Fucking absurd, and there has to be at least 10 to 20 of these trivial themes running in parallel in any given day. The Che Guevara iconic image is another theme that started over 2 years ago, and gets reprised every so often.

And another new event "happened" today; a perp was walking out the door of the supermarket as I was heading in, carrying a tin can with a red label on it, talking to a staff member in the all too frequent Cheer-sing mode, and he appeared not to have purchased it. No till tape or carry bag, but I can only assume this goes with the territory, as they have changed from apparent customer to an apparent staff member in past gangstalking setups.

The usual crumb games are also increasing in audacity and frequency; this morning's coffee cup was the subject of their escalated games. There was one white crumb on the right edge of the rim next to where I sip from, then after removal, another on the left side, and a third one on the right again, this time a light brown color. Alternating crumb placement with color gradation, and from no ostensible cause as there was no remnant foods of that color and form. Similarly, the perps planted two 1/4" brown colored sized stains on my white towel this morning, they too coming from unknown sources. As in, no cover story, just blatant placement. Expect more "cap" coincidence stories in the coming weeks unless I hear otherwise.

1555h
The tea and chocolate moment has passed; this is the scripted tea time, another noisestalked event for which extra noise was applied, and still continues some 20 minutes later. I know that the tea color and digestion gives the perps extra problems, hence my mother "needing" me to take her to the downtown store to buy bulk loose teas. My parent's tea pot has a broken lid, being half removed so the tea is visible from above. The chocolate is also problematic for the perps, a color, and perhaps a substance, of noise and phenomenon action as well as a mind-controlled "need" to acquire chocolate, something that never happened to this degree until the harassment began in 2002. There was one week where the perps turned me totally off chocolate, I couldn't stand the smell, another bizarre event before they got back to the usual games. Currently, the perps are putting me on a off-on chocolate diet; 10 days off, then on again, then 6 days off, now on again. A huge noise flurry began when I first touched the chocolate; at least three vehicle horns, two loud mufflers and a few heavy duty diesel engine noise sources. Not my problem, so why aren't I being compensated for the cost of ingesting these substance for this nonconsensual human experimentation? (Another big noise flurry when the word "human" was typed).

There will be no answer, and no financial relief if past games are anything to go by. I am getting another round of "harassment cessation soon" thoughts, which are always planted, as I get this at least 10x per year, and nothing happens. Given how they keep pissing me around over everything, and not just thoughts, I suspect that they have a long run to go yet. There are too many objectives that have not been attained, though 100% mind-control is almost there going by what I experience. It will likely be near year end when this is attained, though I have been consistently wrong on this account, possibly by planted design. Beyond that, there are the energetics related to the ongoing color games, food digestion, provenance, concrete and asphalt interaction, vehicle interaction, plastics interaction, scale of seen objects, and many hundreds of other smaller events that are routinely noise or phenomenon stalked. At least another year is what I reckon, and I have never been wrong about rebutting the notion that harassment will cease anytime soon.

1930h
After the perps had loaded me up with the thoughts that I had tortilla leftovers in the firdge, it wasn't the case as I came to know only when in the kitchen. And in readiness of the culmination of this jerkover, a diesel truck was idling outside all the time, and was amped up for me to hear it at extra volume. Of course I don't have any leftovers as I ate lunch with my fingers, off the bird directly, and did not make any lunch. And having never, ever made this kind of elementary mistake before, it can only be a mind-fuck stunt. This is a good example of how trivial of a level the perps are fucking me over for. Fucking stupid, and fucking thankless, as they learned how to jerk me around with planted perceptions from me in late 2003 and early 2004.

2230h
An overhead pounding with a simultaneous zapping, the latter being the major piss off. So, I was mind-controlled to yell at the assholes, and it is abundantly clear they like me to vocalize as much as possible to aid in their remotely applied fuckery.

2300h
More music finds on Youtube.

Time to call this done and blog off.

A Late Start and Late Web Access

2030h
I was scripted to get up at 0900h, amounting to a 10 hour sleep, two hours extra, and likely to delay my start time to match up with my mother driving into town to get her discount tea, and pick me up to house sit when my father came back from his Alzheimer's day care, as she was out then. And so, I didn't get online until 1730h or so, which is almost 10 hours later that usual. It seems, that the perps wanted to constrain online access until much later in the day, which they did in part because the PC at my parent's place is abominably slow, (read, ripe for perp mendacity with a plausible cover story).

And so, when she came I had just finished showering, shaving and dental hygeine, a threesome of activities that the perps devote no end of remote assay efforts to understand in energetic terms. They will even fly the zinger masers (small blackish fuzzy balls) into my mouth, and I regularly (everytime, and more than once) have the filamentous maser variant emanate from my face to then pass through the shaving foam, face cloth, razor blade or any combination. So, translated into perp terms, they got me out of my apartment on the heels of my (later) morning routine, and that made me more of an inviting target it would seem. I got the manager gangstalking me in the elevator, still pretending to not know my name (har, har), and he was wearing a black shirt over a green one, with black pants to accompany me down to the lobby.

As it turned out, my mother had not yet got the tea, playing the vagueness angle to the last possible moment, but then I wasn't hurried in my morning routine either, thinking she would arrive to disrupt it. Funny how she knew I had enough time, as I had phoned her in advance, and she said she would be departing within minutes, usually not sufficient time to undertake all what I had intended. Anyhow, it worked out, and I drove the one block to the city parkade while the ambulatory gangstalkers who arrived for my exit from the apartment building to her waiting vehicle were allowed to catch up and cross the street in front of us at the crosswalk while I waited for the green light. A very common perp gangstalk method, having a second gangstalking having been held up.

As usual, they put on the dudes in their mouth and tongue games, not to mention head turnings and spinnings, and besides, what on earth would they be doing out in a residential block at 1000h on a weekday, all dressed up?

Soo.... the parkade was duly stocked with color coordinated clusters of vehicles, per "normal", as in the the distorted reality normal; silver greys, reds, whites, blacks, greens, and the odd brown vehicle, and navy blue also. (I sleep on a navy blue colored matress).

And when on the street there was a constant flush of ambulatory male gangstalkers, coursing about, and doing their little acts of path crossing, evenif blantantly odd. And one gangstalker on the brown color referencing, packing a stack of flattened cardboard boxes. Again, plenty of color coordination among the freaks and the rest of the salaried pretenders. And guess what color was featured? It was green; they lined themselves up, then split apart, trying differing greens and combinations and permutations, walking between us and around us, and getting plenty of right side passing on me, where they get ambulatory gangstalkers coming head on to pass me on my right side, as usually I stay on the rightmost track on the sidewalk, being fed up with this game all the time. And of course my breakneck gait was amply slowed down in walking with my mother, another golden perp opportunity, as there are not many people who walk as fast as I do, likely by perp design of course.

Just like yesterday at the gym; they had three widely differing green shirted males clustering together in the same N. location that they normally have the red shirted gangstalkers.

And in the interests of perpetuating the vague, my mother suggested having a coffee at this location, mainly known for its teas, Murchies. And so we spent an hour or so, and lo, if another shift of males wasn't in place at least two tables, many wearing green. And where do all these swarms of working age males come from on a weekday, working time? There seems to be no end of them, and not even a blonde "starter stalker". And as the gangstalking progresses, the more of a freakshow it becomes; the obese, redhaired, chinless, big hatted, in wheelchairs/walkers, "cool dudes" in shades, and a few other demographics, some that pertain to skin color. One was a very light skinned Asian, a most unusual specimen.

And in one of the "stand there" stalkers with coffee cup held in front of him, arranged in a mid sidewalk cluster to thread through, was a fellow I know who I hired a few times in my long past house ownership days, as he is a journeyman plumber. And lo, if my parent's downstairs toilet wasn't malfunctioning this morning, and later, when later back at her place, my mother asked me to see if I could fix it, and if not, call a plumber, saying that I could make the choice. She got the word "plumber" in a few more times before she left, not to mention the perps planting the name and image of the aforementioned plumber in mind; it was a theme for the day.

And never mind me working over the toilet tank to fix the mysterious problem of the chain tightening up and "somehow" and causing the flap valve to stay open. The chain connecting the lever and the flap valve had been turned repeatedly, and it had kinked up on itself by some dint of magic the perps pulled in the night, likely from a remote location. I call it "toilet time"; working on it so to hang around there for more than the usual visit. And don't forget that an East Indian apartment repairman came to fix my toilet when I first moved in, he getting some brown skinned toilet time, and other energetic interaction considerations.

And that was all very prosaic as my father came back at about 1500h, and the first thing he did was pull the (brown) teabags from the sink that had been left there, the perp's notion of an entre to having hot tea some 20 minutes later. My father laid on the Alzheimer's bullshit real thick, pretending not to know what to do with a knife, but getting another one, and the brown cutting board with it. Then he pretended not to know what to do with the red jam, but got marmalade out of the fridge instead, and then used the dinner knife to cut the toasted scone down the middle. Everything he did (clutching teapots, placing marmalade on the jam on the toast, removing his scone from the plate and placing it on the tablecloth etc.), no matter how irregular, was totally perp focussed and within the scheme of their jerkarounds I see or hear all day. And it seems that he supplies obvious clues as to this being a total act; as he knows some things, and not others, all to create a scene and have me yelling at him, this time as to what a fucking knife was and that it was right under his hand. Also, if he can get me waving and pointing, what his confreres do all the time, it is better for the perp fuckover games.

Then he went extra silly and asked me at least five times if I wanted to go out for a walk. By then, he was doing his agitated bullshit act, in light colored brown clothing no less. Finally my mother came home, but not after my father had "inadvertently" locked the front door, another detail that he "somehow" remembered. Just one big fucking perp game, all his highly irregular behavior, all to further this sick minded fuckover depravity.

I have been walking slower and in some pain today; the perps used yesterday's 6 minute treadmill run as an excuse to hammer me with muscle cramps in my calves, all the better to track neural activity with, the injection of pain. And don't I know that one; should I grab something, "somehow" my fingers always find the sharp corner, even when there isn't one. And also, plenty of crumbs "find their way" under my fingers, and I have no idea where they come from. More tactile sensations to add to neural energetics studies in realtime from a remote location, IMHO. Those, and the ever more increasing jabs in the ass or dick, all depending on what the cover story is (sometimes), or likely other parameters for which I am not aware of.

And I took the bus back from my parent's place to downtown, and lo, if the buses were early and I missed two of them (opposite directions, but sharing the same inbound thoroughfare), and had to wait some 20 minutes while at least a500 gangstalking vehicles coursed by in formations (per same description, above ), this in a large subdivision area, at 1630h, too early for the commuters, and no cover story for the downtown bound road traffic. Then, the perps slowly stacked the bus with over 40 passengers, when 4 would of been the normal load for that direction and time of day. The usual color coordinated gangstalkers, as well as the aforementioned demographics again. And lo, if my daughter's pre-school teacher of 10 to 12 years ago didn't "somehow" arrive on the bus and sit next to me, pretending not to know me, she of brown skin, being from the Phillipines. Call it familial gangstalking, and likely for comparative purposes, as my duaghter was never subjected to the same humiliations and developmental traumatizations as I was. And as I typed that, a huge siren cascade erupted.

Four days ago when I took the bus to my parent's, the perps put on a negro woman gangstalker, and then pulled her off inside of three stops, as I suppose, too much "brown" power was coming off her, and my neural cells, steeped in traumatizations related to that color were somehow reacting, though again, I am not consciously aware of anything. And it seemed that I called this particular stunt in advance in this blog posting, and can anyone tell me as to how that could be construed as a clinical condition? Especially when I have seen this gambit at least a dozen times. Sometimes, I need to brag when I can predict the perp plans in advance.

The apartment manager just went on a door pounding mission earlier to tell everyone that the water will be shut off all day tommorrow, another perp orchestrated event that has followed me over the past four residence locations. And yes, the perps have a huge fixation over water, where it goes, where it comes from, and I suspect the month long (or more) boil water advisory in Vancouver last year was also an orchestrated stunt. After all, the perps wouldn't pull that in this town as they would lose local support, so why not a surrogate location of Vancouver, and a larger population as well. And could it be that the perps want to fuck me out of doing the laundry in the morning tomorrow? (And as I wrote that, I got a jab in the ass and more of the faux "neighbor" water use noise.)

And I learned that my daughter sold the vehicle I gave her last year, my 1982 Volvo 245 I ran for over 16 years, funny she did not say anything two days ago when I talked to her on the phone. My ex says she will get something more "driveable", which translated, means something more suited to nonstop vehicular gangstalking. Maybe I will make a color prediction; black or green. And maybe said vehicle will "show up" around me more often, perhaps "someone" in the neighborhood bought it. (Forgive me, I am still pleased with myself about predicting the gangstalking action above, and cannot help myself in making more predictions). And my ex says she will use the money for something else and is most appreciative of the money. Har, har; imagine what I could do with it, like stay out of the red.

Time to call this done for the day; though I did get some variety, even if it was a gangstalking freakshow.

Sunday Street Cleaning

0935h
The ever vigilant city works is back onto Sunday street sweeping with the specialized vehicle that scrubs the street surface at the gutter, curb, and one adjacent vehicle width of street surface. I have commented in the past as to how unusual this; Sundays, daytime hours, and consistency of this. I was likely lead to an article online, for which I cannot recall the link, which indicated that there is a very fine dust of platinum on the street owing to the exhausts of vehicles with catalytic converters that contain this element. As the perps like to inform me of their methods and challenges, by way of planted news stories, I can only assume that this must be the case, as it has now become a regular event. And the street sweeping also precedes me on my walking beats, and early in the game, was even present when I was streetside once.

The noisescape has been off and on, and has currently subsided for the most part, the overhead rumbling noise excepted, as it "travels about", placing itself precisely overhead. It is more like a normal Sunday, rather than the continuous progression of loud mufflered vehicles trailing off to the distance.

I got a nightime test of my knowledge energetics again; this time the perps seem to have successfully defeated my ability to know and correlate events to my current reality. (That being harassed and constantly jerked around by extra-gravitational energies, gangstalking and being the poster-boy for their mind-control capabilites). They woke me up enough to hear some street hollaring at about 0400h, and I heard it, and didn't make any determination as to the reason (more harassment games), and only two seconds later was I allowed to know that it was the usual perp games). They have been working on this front for weeks, pulling similar stunts; e.g arranging shapes and shadows on the wall to look like a bullet hole, and other immediately facile games.

The bottom line is that the perps can now mess with my knowledge and associations of being constantly harassed and manipulated. Which means they have attained the holy grail of mind-control; being able to covertly and remotely recast one's perception of their reality. And in my case, it is living in two worlds, borrowing a phrase of Carissa Conti's; one being the harassed and manipulated world, and the other being a Potemkin Village world of pretense, deceit and scripted games that operates around me, 24x7.

And another jerkaround that has being playing in mind, as in planted thoughts, is a (their) "fixation" over one of the women who regularly attends Thursday yoga class. (She is routinely "featured", as in planting herself discretely in my way). I have complained about this in past blogs, and usually the perps play this stunt for an hour or so, but today, they have been at it since I got up at 0630h. I did yell at the perps once over this, and they backed off for a half hour.

And it "so happened" at yoga that this same woman asked the instructor about a beginer's yoga book, and I overheard the instructor mention the DK book, Iyengar Yoga, which then lead to "my recollection", and then interjection that I posess this very book. The instructor asked if I had read it, and I hadn't, as the book is virtually untouched while I have been kept "off" reading, and the book has been in storage over the past five years, except now. This book "happened" to be one that I retained from storage when I went through all my boxes over the last six weeks. Some might call this synchronicity, but having been kept in this state by my mind-keepers by constant daily "coincidences", I now take the perpspective that there is no such thing, at least in a TI's life. (This might even be true for anyone).

And as a side note on this book, I bought it at a good price when I was in Seattle, cruising Costco's book selections. That was at least six years ago, and it does suggest that the perps have been planning my current yoga (begun in early 2007) activity since then. There have been other indications of long term planning in past blogs. Oddly, I only went to yoga only once in the 3.5 years I lived in Seattle, as I favored the more energetic cardio-kick and aerobic workouts. One can assume that was planned for me too, knowing now the depth of mind-control being applied then. And one can also assume that all the spine twisting in yoga is for an ulterior purpose, consistent with the gangstalkers who are prone to bend over in stores, twist themselves to look at things of no consequence (especially when turning a 90 degree corner), crouch down or look up for no seeming cause, lean-forward acts when seated and the rest of their quasi-normal public back flexing routines.

As for these planted fixations over romantic prospects (as defined and scripted by them), this has occured once before, with my then new dentist, and the notion of any such prospects was not even rational, let alone plausible. At the time, and in the privacy of my suite, I verbally went through all the sane reasons why this was a manufactured and planted notion, and the telepathic answer I got back was, "trust us". No thanks, not then, not ever, not on my shift. And that remains my position; the perps are planting needless and inauthentic notions in mind for no reason but their own depraved agenda. Call it the mind-field, one that is invaded by one team only and who make all the rules up, and won't inform me of them until long afterwards . And it just happens to be my mind, which I do mind very much, so to speak.

1335h
I am getting sucked into a sleep (almost) while sitting at the PC and reading with some difficulty. And meanwhile, the clunking and thumping has been going on, likely to noisestalk and obtain deeper neural correlates of my energetics. I am still the subject of various text size and weight games on web pages. Invariably, there are loud motorcycle noises trailing off as I read, and often I, in the collective mind controlled sense, place my fingers over my ears to reduce the sound trail. As this habit is now established, I suspect that it is a method for the perps to better assess my energetics from their remote location, as what could be better than touching one's self, as in self gangstalking almost.

1515h
Back to the whining "neighbor's faucet noise, this time only from the bathroom. Before teatime, there were indentical fauct/water running noises from the kitchen and the bathroom, and then the fridge compressor jumped into the sound/noise mix.

I was almost asleep while reading online before tea, and this is a recurring pattern and I am always reading a screen full of text at that point.

I am going to go to my parent's place shortly, and so I am going to call this a posting and blog off. There hasn't been too much excitement this afternoon, save the harassment of opening a package of biscuits again. I had sworn off biscuits just to avoid this very jerkaround, but in a familiar refrain, I "forgot", when I never ordinarily forget such an emotionally charged event such as the fucking imposed hassle of the last bicuit package opening. If that doesn't spell mind-control, I don't know what does, but I am always open to other interpretations.