1205h
That title translated, specifically means doing two things at once, or interleaved activities, swapping between them. And hopping between two activities is a big deal for the sickos. Today it is all about Linux boot partitions, and then ordering a removable hard drive rack (obviates the need for a boot partition/disc), and then back to boot partitions and boot manager software. Why the sickos want me involved in this is strange, but I am getting enough noise stalking through the earmuffs to let me know that they are vitally interested. Other coincident phenomenon are light flashes, shadow flashes (momentary darkening), mouth and saliva noises and some printing activity on the side. Just too fascinating for them it would seem, having me on the edge of cognitive capability, not to mention a potential danger of taking out the hard drive and wiping this here Windows software. Along the way, as part of this mornings' efforts on this theme, I ordered a trayless removable rack and an extra hard drive. This hardware configuration has been a long time notion, planted before overt harassment, as far back as 2000 when I got back online from home. I could detail some more of this pedantic topic, but I will leave it at this, more as a mention than the gory techinical details, which will be only partial in any event.
1340 h
A series of overhead pounding noises heard through the earmuffs is continuing as I write this. It is about 1h40min after lunch, and as before, it seems that food digestion bedevils the assholes, and they have their post-meal set point when they go stupid with noise. Most prime harassment activities are scheduled just before lunch or dinner, often protracting the meal time as part of the arrangements. Hence, Thursday's (yesterday) yoga at 1130h, finishing for the four block gangstalk gauntlet at 1235h or so.
As always, the associated activity at the time of the noise assault is always of note; today, more pounding noises started when reading about the recent release of the Palin emails.
1415h
I have done some more mind-share analysis of the present PC events/stunts; a possible boot disc manager software load, dual O/S and the related goings on of the 3 month old hard drive getting bad sectors, and also the impasse over backing it up. With all that going on, starting with the lastmost activty and the pissing match that it has become, one has to wonder where this is all going, save a disaster in the making. Don't ask me what it means for the sickos, but they are decidedly interested in all this, especially by way of the flashes of light that are displaying on the wall in my peripherial vision. As always, how such bright and focussed beams get some six stories up and in this apartment block is very strange by any account.
2000h
The sickos have been keeping me in all day, and even doing laundry (hallway accessed) and vacuuming today while the laundry was on. So... when they let me out later in the day, it becomes a major gangstalking event, which it was.
An hour after dinner was spent in futile attempts to get a boot manager software suite loaded and functioning, but to no avail. The two downloads identified the discs easy enough, but there is a logical boot partition on one of them, and it didn't show up to be assigned a boot file. (Or whatever the fuck it is supposed to do, as I don't have this all figured out yet, and even the Oracle instructions don't help when it says to take the default, which means wiping out the entire drive). And it seems this effort, even if expended in futility, was so interesting that a major gangstalk scene was on.
They even brought out the past building manager to loiter outside on the sidewalk and suck on a cigarette. Then three of them descending on me once at the sidewalk, and to "escape" I attempt to cross the street, but lo, if they didn't have it covered with vehicles coursing by. Then at the first pedestrian traffic signal, the babe in red and her black labrador dog were patiently waiting on the other side, and once on the sidewalk the white panted dufus dude comes in. Then all of a sudden no gangstalkers for half the block until the outside of the LD store. Then relatively few in the foyer area save one wacko dude in a red toque headed out the exit. I get to where the Pears soap is and there was three of them all around, and the stocking/stalking dude follows me up the asshole as I walk by, and then having walked too far, we do this little dance in the aisle among the displays that are constricting aisle space. Then once I picked up the box of soap and then no other gangstalkers coming at me around the corners like they ususally do. Then onto the chocolate and junkfood aisle, and an all time first, no one there. But alas, as I enter the aisle a young woman comes tromping through and puts on the yawn next to the chocolate section. I get the chocolate without any further gangstalkers, the first time in years at that location, and onto the laundry detergent, where oddly, no gangstalkers. Onto the checkouts and I see they closed one down, and the one open one has a wooly Caucasian hurl-do dude, aka, rasta hair, about as disgusting as hair can look. Off to Customer Service as no one is there to get a cashier, and lo, three Fuckwits arrive in a flush, one being the red toqued goof mentioned above, now entering the store after exiting with nothing. One of them arrives behind me while my groceries are being checked out and I am about to pay, and he needs to phone someone he tells the cashier. Anyhow, out of there, and two more Fuckwits together cross my path at the exit outside and just about walk into each other getting in the same entrance door. Another passel of six gangstalkers at the liquor store on my beat back to my place and I was done, not even door service (a common gangstalking feint). This on and off gangstalking clusters is something totally new, as I usually get a steady stream with some clusters in some locations.
Which begs the question as to what that was all about; did they want me fresh from software install futility or was it because I was cooped up all day? Hard to know, and nearly always are there multiple objectives in one sortie.
2040h
And what is with this ongoing and increasing campaign to create momentary visual smear or pixellations? This often happens when I am looking at text, and then a momentary glance and it is all smeared usually in some kind of parallel striated pattern or in a vortex swirl. I have been getting more of this of late, and it seems in one case when in the kitchen and looking at the circular stove burners, often a glance over my shoulder, that the arc of the edge of the burner at the stovetop appears to be staircased in rough pixels of the same color. Its as if the assholes don't want me to see an arced line for crissakes. That and a few other hundred or so physical geometries they constant distort in my visual field.
2110h
Two more rounds of boot manager software failing; not even running this time, never mind the fake of apparent function with the Windows dialog boxes that go nowhere. Why is something so simple orchestrated to be so protracted?
2225h
Major visual problems; plasma beams along lines on the LCD display, and the always visible trails of masers wafting in my visual field. And the odd maser making a beeline toward me. I saw one such maser yesterday, coming off the dry-erase board at the front of the classroom, emanating the word "name" as it was written. More WTF, and when is this rape-show done? Not for at least two more years it seems. Any IT/Oracle jobs are going to happen until 4Q2010 my mother intimated a month or so ago. Take it from there, and the desperate clown show that keeps rolling on.
Showing posts with label direct vision manipulation. Show all posts
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Friday, February 05, 2010
Monday, April 13, 2009
My Street Crossing Guards
1420h
I did the city bus freakshow both ways to my perp abetting parent's place, coming back today. The First Feral Family are feigning coughing and a general disinclination to do anything, complaining about the cold, and later slipping in the dreaded "flu" word. I notice my mother did not take any more echinacea since I got some for her last week, and so that would be another oddity on top of the well-timed coughing. Their cough timing was especially noted for blondes first appearing on TV, my attention shifting, sudden display of red on TV and when grasping both teapots at once.
And when getting off the bus I had my little posse with me to cross the street; two together. A blonde woman was 3' from me, and a older woman in a blonde-like yellow coat was doing the same 10' away, all of us lined up crossing the road in unison, and only me looking to see if there was any oncoming traffic that couldn't been seen past the departing bus. Funny how that is, some folks know exactly when to blow a red light, don't look when crossing a street, or turn a corner in a vehicle looking the opposite direction.
Today, it was Easter Monday, a half-assed holiday here; governments, banks and public services but not businesses close. I got on the bus in the suburbs, and had my Asian continent around me within some 5 stops, and then they inserted a few male semi-vagrant types, not your typical suburban dweller. Then came a few bad hair dye jobs, as the perps like to put them around me, and they even had one Asian boy in brown hair for crissakes. Then the pseudo-grunge babe sat down in front of me; black hair with a blue portion in front and heavy on the steel and silver studs and rings on her well made up face. After that, I got the Asian coughing dude who first leaned over my seat back, seeming to want to maximize germ spread, and then when two stops from getting off, he then sits in front of me where the pseudo-grunge babe was. Normally I get off my seat just ahead of the bus pulling into the bus stop, but lo, if I wasn't strangely compelled to break this habit and stand at the rear bus exit, waiting for a extended traffic light signal. One of the Asians that had got on the stop before, now came to stand beside me at the rear exit when there were plenty of seats availible. Call it a just-boarded gangstalker; the timing of bus boarding seems to be very important for the perps.
1605h
A Lindt chocolate bunny pig-out; 100g of chocolate each, and I was going to eat only one when I was strangely compelled to eat the second one. I will likely get more UPS truck gangstalking like I did immediately before hand. It doesn't take much to figure it out; chocolate in a gold yellow foil, begets a drive-by with UPS trucks with the same colored livery. There was a reason UPS moved into Canada some 10 or more years ago.
On TV last night I saw The March of the Penguins. The first time I had seen snippets of it, and tonight was the first time since late 2004 I was allowed to see an entire show, even if there were commercials every 15 minutes. No penguin sightings today, unless you count seeing the Linux penguin on a website. [2330h -not true anymore; a penguin chick was on a website].
But there was some strange synchronicity last night with 60 Minutes. We were eating in the living room and watching TV, (read, magnetic radiation from the cathode ray tube), and had finished up the main course, and I was starting on an alimond torte for dessert when my perp-abetting mother brought a plastic bagful of grapes to my dinner tray and mentioned that I might want some. (Some, not the five pounds of them for crissakes). Anyhow, 60 Minutes was on, and it was the piece on the developments in developments in prosthetic devices, advanced by the US military. A new robotic arm had been developed, and there were directional push pads in the amputee's feet to manipulate the glove like fingers and opposable thumb. And lo, if the amputee didn't demonstrate his dexterity by selecting and picking up one grape from a bunch of them in front of him. No wonder my mother looked so contrite about dumping the full bag of grapes in front of me.
And while watching Morse, and the later March of the Penguins, the perps were putting on all manner of distracting masers, plasma dazzlings, and even messed with my vision to have the TV image skewed out of horizontal for a few seconds in each of about five incremental skew displacements.
Other action was my father in his Alzheimer's act doing his ususal stalking, sudden stand ups for no reason, and then hanging in my behind my mother as seen from my perspective when he has a perfectly adequate chair with the best view that was empty. This was his assigned location when I arrived yesterday, and to be more perverse, he had his navy blue jacket on inside the house and my mother (strangely) didn't have him take it off. Later, while watching the March of the Penguins, he put on a babbling act that was very clever. He used words and phrases that were part of his vocabulary and with a modicum of initial sense and relevance and then lapsed into nonsense. It seemed that this little monologue was designed to stimulate one's attention as he began to speak in his once-normal terms, and then fell out of it, into a nonsense phase. He kept this up for at least 15 minutes, all over penguins and it was truly amazing that this act was sustainable and had this consistent blend of initial sense and then nonsense. Whoever gave him that script was working very hard to keep it going. And as usual, I was about to bail out when he gave it up.
2050h
A toilet flood tonight; all I did was pee, and lo, if it didn't creep over the rim for 1.5 towels worth of mopped up water. The current record for overflow water volume is 3 full wet towels to soak it all up. Not exactly the most scientific measure, but one that is the reality of having one's toilet constantly plagued with sabotage everytime it is used. An early always-on-Monday crap immediately following my arrival from the bus stop was assigned a near overflow status, but somehow the plunging didn't work, and it did not dissolve either. It fits the pattern of more blatant sabotage in the last four months, and it seems that plausible cover stories are needed less. That wasn't the only rage-ification stunt today, not by a long shot.
They totally went beserk after relative calm while online all afternoon when making dinner tonight. At least 10 full volume rage-ification stunts; provocations were selecting the wrong drawer, flicking food sideways, excess water dripping noise, foiling my grasp, forcing a "forget" on turning on the burner, and at least four stun-outs or incorrect attention gaze. The stun-outs are where they have me standing there not "knowing" which cupboard or location to retirieve something (usually in the kitchen), and the attention redirection jerkaround is when they having me looking at the wrong object when intending to get another one. This form of remote mind control started in 2007, and is a particular piss off as it never happened ever before. If I wanted the blue mug for tea, then that is what I looked at when I opened the appropriate cupboard, 100% of the time, everytime until this rather mundane mental function was selected for sabotage at least one quarter of when intending to retrieve an object. The assigned "reaction" to this new imposition is total rage, likely because I have a deep rooted total defence of my competance, won by triumphs over adversities of learning disabilities and cognitive sabotage. Very possibly they are both sides of the same coin. I haven't yet been apprised as to the difference and the historic levels of remotely applied cognitive impairments.
The towel mop up meant a laundering tonight, all duly prepared for by someone smearing brown paint in the laundry room. It seems that the brown door wasn't enough, even if they did prop it open while laundering. At least they got rid of the Christmas paper rolls in the laundry room, as it has been a significant location of all manner of things being "left" there, presumably as some kind of color reference for interaction with the laundry as it spins in the respective washing machine and dryer.
A work night at the part time cleaning job at the car dealership. No big jerkarounds, though they did give me reason to be annoyed by flipping the vacuum bag 180 degrees all by itself. They did this last time I changed the vacuum cleaner bag and dumped a cupful of soil on the floor which had to be cleaned up as soon as the new bag was put in the vacuum cleaner. Tonight, just a 4" dusting fell out from the bag being flipped due to forces of extra-conventional and remote application. And did I mention the vacuum bag is brown colored? I see that the Mazda dealership is home to more odd vehicles; a Mercedes B class was there for two days last week, a Hyundai was outside the door of the Service section. Inside, all the vehicles were Mazdas, though the odd Cadillac, Buick, Jeep, Hyundai, Ford truck, and a few others have had overnight stays. And I see that the Parts section is more stocked with parts in brown cardboard boxes and filling up the aisleways all the more. Par for the course; bringing in the brown, closer and deeper and for longer. If you don't know why I reference the color of brown, read this posting on the sickos preoccupation with this color and presenting it to me in myriad ways and degrees.
And I see yesterday's post didn't get posted until now; I recall that I did post it, but either it was sabotaged or a mindfuck was planted to make me think it had been done when it wasn't. The perps can now plant the notion of "for sure", a meta knowlege qualifier applied to what I know, and can now be directly manipulated. Very disruptive to say the least.
2145h
It isn't over until I get to sleep; that would be this Monday of continued toilet sabotage. A second forced crap of the day and another toilet overflow; "only" one towel worth of mop up, now laundering for the second time today. That makes two toilet overflow sabotage stunts today, and three plunging events, both a new record in abusive depravity from the sick assholes who make my life, if it truly can be called that, more like their imposed life, an utter and relentless fucking hell everytime I attempt anything. And due to their preoccupation with the color of brown, and the possible trail of traumatizations that might be associated with it, the assholes are still at it.They haven't the gumption to present themselves and obtain cooperation to expedite their research objectives into months rather than years, and continue this insane abuse on top of what they seem to have delivered and cannot remediate in the recall deletion days of two to five years of age. What is the matter with these sickos that they continue with the most arduous and adverse way possible,(remote application without cooperation), to attempt to resolve their traumatization afflictions of over 50 years ago? They totally fucked up, as traumatization consequences seems to be a problem for them, and then they fucked up again by allowing, if not promoting plastics and other pollutant ingestions that also create research adversity (bigtime), and then fucked up again if their LSD experimentation of those same lost years is true (seems to be, given the constant plasma color enhancement simulations they keep presenting all day long), and seven years later they are still attempting the most adverse methods by way of applied remotely nonconsensual human experimentation. What it the matter with the perps that they are so fucking stupid, sick and won't attempt any apparent efficiencies that are so fucking plain?
No doubt slathering the laundry room in brown paint is also part of the double toilet overflow day, and it does make me wonder what is the matter with the assholes that keep pulling off this bullshit all the time. Little did I know in 2002 when they first struck overtly that I would be dealing with toilet capers every fucking time. And that a host of insane saboteurs would be chasing my shit down the street in the pipes, and that they would rip up an entire city block (street) to lay down new sewer mains so they could study my crap to greater levels by eliminating extant environmental variables. Or that they would send their Fuckwits down into the sewer manhole after I was out of town for a week as some kind of "welcome" when I returned, and of course, forcing me to have a shit within the hour of getting back. And this is not the only insane cause the perps are on about; the continued inundation with fucking crumbs placed everywhere for me to pick up is another one; they are coming from nowhere now, teleported directly onto my dinner plate or in front of me, and then when picked up they magically get smaller in increments at each pass. Who would be this insane for this long (seven years) and still keep at it in the same way? Only the perps could take institutionalized and embedded organizational insanity to a new and unheard of level of magnitude, and still keep at it. Fucking beserk, as it is bizarre as it is truly depraved.
2315h
I am calling this one done; the consolation prize was that I was allowed to remember the towel was in the dryer after completion of drying, and that no one shut the dryer down on me or stole the towel. And I had time to marvel at the brown paint flicking and smearing in the laundry room; all over the 6'x2.5' counter, and on the green plastic garbage can as well, but not on the walls or floor. Truly a work of art, as in Fuckwit Beserkness.
I did the city bus freakshow both ways to my perp abetting parent's place, coming back today. The First Feral Family are feigning coughing and a general disinclination to do anything, complaining about the cold, and later slipping in the dreaded "flu" word. I notice my mother did not take any more echinacea since I got some for her last week, and so that would be another oddity on top of the well-timed coughing. Their cough timing was especially noted for blondes first appearing on TV, my attention shifting, sudden display of red on TV and when grasping both teapots at once.
And when getting off the bus I had my little posse with me to cross the street; two together. A blonde woman was 3' from me, and a older woman in a blonde-like yellow coat was doing the same 10' away, all of us lined up crossing the road in unison, and only me looking to see if there was any oncoming traffic that couldn't been seen past the departing bus. Funny how that is, some folks know exactly when to blow a red light, don't look when crossing a street, or turn a corner in a vehicle looking the opposite direction.
Today, it was Easter Monday, a half-assed holiday here; governments, banks and public services but not businesses close. I got on the bus in the suburbs, and had my Asian continent around me within some 5 stops, and then they inserted a few male semi-vagrant types, not your typical suburban dweller. Then came a few bad hair dye jobs, as the perps like to put them around me, and they even had one Asian boy in brown hair for crissakes. Then the pseudo-grunge babe sat down in front of me; black hair with a blue portion in front and heavy on the steel and silver studs and rings on her well made up face. After that, I got the Asian coughing dude who first leaned over my seat back, seeming to want to maximize germ spread, and then when two stops from getting off, he then sits in front of me where the pseudo-grunge babe was. Normally I get off my seat just ahead of the bus pulling into the bus stop, but lo, if I wasn't strangely compelled to break this habit and stand at the rear bus exit, waiting for a extended traffic light signal. One of the Asians that had got on the stop before, now came to stand beside me at the rear exit when there were plenty of seats availible. Call it a just-boarded gangstalker; the timing of bus boarding seems to be very important for the perps.
1605h
A Lindt chocolate bunny pig-out; 100g of chocolate each, and I was going to eat only one when I was strangely compelled to eat the second one. I will likely get more UPS truck gangstalking like I did immediately before hand. It doesn't take much to figure it out; chocolate in a gold yellow foil, begets a drive-by with UPS trucks with the same colored livery. There was a reason UPS moved into Canada some 10 or more years ago.
On TV last night I saw The March of the Penguins. The first time I had seen snippets of it, and tonight was the first time since late 2004 I was allowed to see an entire show, even if there were commercials every 15 minutes. No penguin sightings today, unless you count seeing the Linux penguin on a website. [2330h -not true anymore; a penguin chick was on a website].
But there was some strange synchronicity last night with 60 Minutes. We were eating in the living room and watching TV, (read, magnetic radiation from the cathode ray tube), and had finished up the main course, and I was starting on an alimond torte for dessert when my perp-abetting mother brought a plastic bagful of grapes to my dinner tray and mentioned that I might want some. (Some, not the five pounds of them for crissakes). Anyhow, 60 Minutes was on, and it was the piece on the developments in developments in prosthetic devices, advanced by the US military. A new robotic arm had been developed, and there were directional push pads in the amputee's feet to manipulate the glove like fingers and opposable thumb. And lo, if the amputee didn't demonstrate his dexterity by selecting and picking up one grape from a bunch of them in front of him. No wonder my mother looked so contrite about dumping the full bag of grapes in front of me.
And while watching Morse, and the later March of the Penguins, the perps were putting on all manner of distracting masers, plasma dazzlings, and even messed with my vision to have the TV image skewed out of horizontal for a few seconds in each of about five incremental skew displacements.
Other action was my father in his Alzheimer's act doing his ususal stalking, sudden stand ups for no reason, and then hanging in my behind my mother as seen from my perspective when he has a perfectly adequate chair with the best view that was empty. This was his assigned location when I arrived yesterday, and to be more perverse, he had his navy blue jacket on inside the house and my mother (strangely) didn't have him take it off. Later, while watching the March of the Penguins, he put on a babbling act that was very clever. He used words and phrases that were part of his vocabulary and with a modicum of initial sense and relevance and then lapsed into nonsense. It seemed that this little monologue was designed to stimulate one's attention as he began to speak in his once-normal terms, and then fell out of it, into a nonsense phase. He kept this up for at least 15 minutes, all over penguins and it was truly amazing that this act was sustainable and had this consistent blend of initial sense and then nonsense. Whoever gave him that script was working very hard to keep it going. And as usual, I was about to bail out when he gave it up.
2050h
A toilet flood tonight; all I did was pee, and lo, if it didn't creep over the rim for 1.5 towels worth of mopped up water. The current record for overflow water volume is 3 full wet towels to soak it all up. Not exactly the most scientific measure, but one that is the reality of having one's toilet constantly plagued with sabotage everytime it is used. An early always-on-Monday crap immediately following my arrival from the bus stop was assigned a near overflow status, but somehow the plunging didn't work, and it did not dissolve either. It fits the pattern of more blatant sabotage in the last four months, and it seems that plausible cover stories are needed less. That wasn't the only rage-ification stunt today, not by a long shot.
They totally went beserk after relative calm while online all afternoon when making dinner tonight. At least 10 full volume rage-ification stunts; provocations were selecting the wrong drawer, flicking food sideways, excess water dripping noise, foiling my grasp, forcing a "forget" on turning on the burner, and at least four stun-outs or incorrect attention gaze. The stun-outs are where they have me standing there not "knowing" which cupboard or location to retirieve something (usually in the kitchen), and the attention redirection jerkaround is when they having me looking at the wrong object when intending to get another one. This form of remote mind control started in 2007, and is a particular piss off as it never happened ever before. If I wanted the blue mug for tea, then that is what I looked at when I opened the appropriate cupboard, 100% of the time, everytime until this rather mundane mental function was selected for sabotage at least one quarter of when intending to retrieve an object. The assigned "reaction" to this new imposition is total rage, likely because I have a deep rooted total defence of my competance, won by triumphs over adversities of learning disabilities and cognitive sabotage. Very possibly they are both sides of the same coin. I haven't yet been apprised as to the difference and the historic levels of remotely applied cognitive impairments.
The towel mop up meant a laundering tonight, all duly prepared for by someone smearing brown paint in the laundry room. It seems that the brown door wasn't enough, even if they did prop it open while laundering. At least they got rid of the Christmas paper rolls in the laundry room, as it has been a significant location of all manner of things being "left" there, presumably as some kind of color reference for interaction with the laundry as it spins in the respective washing machine and dryer.
A work night at the part time cleaning job at the car dealership. No big jerkarounds, though they did give me reason to be annoyed by flipping the vacuum bag 180 degrees all by itself. They did this last time I changed the vacuum cleaner bag and dumped a cupful of soil on the floor which had to be cleaned up as soon as the new bag was put in the vacuum cleaner. Tonight, just a 4" dusting fell out from the bag being flipped due to forces of extra-conventional and remote application. And did I mention the vacuum bag is brown colored? I see that the Mazda dealership is home to more odd vehicles; a Mercedes B class was there for two days last week, a Hyundai was outside the door of the Service section. Inside, all the vehicles were Mazdas, though the odd Cadillac, Buick, Jeep, Hyundai, Ford truck, and a few others have had overnight stays. And I see that the Parts section is more stocked with parts in brown cardboard boxes and filling up the aisleways all the more. Par for the course; bringing in the brown, closer and deeper and for longer. If you don't know why I reference the color of brown, read this posting on the sickos preoccupation with this color and presenting it to me in myriad ways and degrees.
And I see yesterday's post didn't get posted until now; I recall that I did post it, but either it was sabotaged or a mindfuck was planted to make me think it had been done when it wasn't. The perps can now plant the notion of "for sure", a meta knowlege qualifier applied to what I know, and can now be directly manipulated. Very disruptive to say the least.
2145h
It isn't over until I get to sleep; that would be this Monday of continued toilet sabotage. A second forced crap of the day and another toilet overflow; "only" one towel worth of mop up, now laundering for the second time today. That makes two toilet overflow sabotage stunts today, and three plunging events, both a new record in abusive depravity from the sick assholes who make my life, if it truly can be called that, more like their imposed life, an utter and relentless fucking hell everytime I attempt anything. And due to their preoccupation with the color of brown, and the possible trail of traumatizations that might be associated with it, the assholes are still at it.They haven't the gumption to present themselves and obtain cooperation to expedite their research objectives into months rather than years, and continue this insane abuse on top of what they seem to have delivered and cannot remediate in the recall deletion days of two to five years of age. What is the matter with these sickos that they continue with the most arduous and adverse way possible,(remote application without cooperation), to attempt to resolve their traumatization afflictions of over 50 years ago? They totally fucked up, as traumatization consequences seems to be a problem for them, and then they fucked up again by allowing, if not promoting plastics and other pollutant ingestions that also create research adversity (bigtime), and then fucked up again if their LSD experimentation of those same lost years is true (seems to be, given the constant plasma color enhancement simulations they keep presenting all day long), and seven years later they are still attempting the most adverse methods by way of applied remotely nonconsensual human experimentation. What it the matter with the perps that they are so fucking stupid, sick and won't attempt any apparent efficiencies that are so fucking plain?
No doubt slathering the laundry room in brown paint is also part of the double toilet overflow day, and it does make me wonder what is the matter with the assholes that keep pulling off this bullshit all the time. Little did I know in 2002 when they first struck overtly that I would be dealing with toilet capers every fucking time. And that a host of insane saboteurs would be chasing my shit down the street in the pipes, and that they would rip up an entire city block (street) to lay down new sewer mains so they could study my crap to greater levels by eliminating extant environmental variables. Or that they would send their Fuckwits down into the sewer manhole after I was out of town for a week as some kind of "welcome" when I returned, and of course, forcing me to have a shit within the hour of getting back. And this is not the only insane cause the perps are on about; the continued inundation with fucking crumbs placed everywhere for me to pick up is another one; they are coming from nowhere now, teleported directly onto my dinner plate or in front of me, and then when picked up they magically get smaller in increments at each pass. Who would be this insane for this long (seven years) and still keep at it in the same way? Only the perps could take institutionalized and embedded organizational insanity to a new and unheard of level of magnitude, and still keep at it. Fucking beserk, as it is bizarre as it is truly depraved.
2315h
I am calling this one done; the consolation prize was that I was allowed to remember the towel was in the dryer after completion of drying, and that no one shut the dryer down on me or stole the towel. And I had time to marvel at the brown paint flicking and smearing in the laundry room; all over the 6'x2.5' counter, and on the green plastic garbage can as well, but not on the walls or floor. Truly a work of art, as in Fuckwit Beserkness.
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Interupting Lunch
1405h
Nothing major, just the knee pads that I ordered yesterday came by courier today in an amazing bout of efficiency that I don't get to experience in the adverse scripted world that I am cast into. Often the delivery time adversity is arranged out of screwing with the service, arranging for the courier for me to be out, and generally making mockery of say, two day service by stretching it out over a week or more.
But as always, the timing of these events is of singular planning. I was making the tried and true lunch of tortillas with tapenade base, chopped chicken meat, and melted cheese on top. This has been lunch and dinner with some variations since 2003 nearly everytime, save when invited out. I had the sirens on when chopping the chicken meat into slices and cubes, and then again covering me when extracting tortillas from the package and putting one in the frypan with the hot olive oil. And just before I get to open the new 250ml tub of olive tapenade the phone rings and it is the courier. So..., I opened the tub and sat it and its lid on the counter and then just waited there as it was the most prudent in the general context of making this particular dish. The courier came in short order, I signed for the parcel, and put it down. I was the workpant knee pad inserts that I ordered, although not having an immediate demand for them, I felt compelled to get them in advance of July's daffodil bulb picking. I had wanted to get them last September, then in December just to get this taks completed, but various delays by family members thwarted my efforts not to mention generalize blahs, aka, dysthymic disinclination.
Apart from the package being one of the typical yellow 9"x12" envelopes the gangstalkers like to pack with them as a standardized color reference in my proximity, there wasn't anything too exceptional about it. And too, opening of the package was delayed some 10 minutes until I finished lunch and cleaned up. All of this is only interesting, to me anyways, as to how the perps like to interupt and perturb events, even if long standing practices that they likely script for me. So now I am ready for kneeling in my next laboring job, which is likely to be the above mentioned daffodil bulb picking if they aren't replaced by a machine or imported visa-ed Mexican laborers. I know the daffodil flowers are being picked as I write this, but for whatever reason I haven't been too motivated to join this thieves melee (I am told) and get out there in the rain and mud.
The vision buggering games have been playing fierce today for whatever reason, even if looking at the LCD monitor while web surfing. As part of it, all manner of plasma and/or LCD display fuckery has been going on; extra lines, moving lines of differing colors, vertically and horizontally and then skewed variants, light flashes, visual projections from on-screen shapes and the rest of the onging visual impairment games. And the plethora of blackish masers has also been considerable in this never ending choreography of visual perturbances. One that is getting more used is to place text in a yellow box, filling the whitespace with yellow between the letters in peripherial vision and then withdrawing it as soon as I look with my central vision. They cannot get enough of it.
1630h
I getting the reading attention impairment games; this is where they have my eyes hop all over the page after starting a paragraph. I don't know what the purpose of this kind of fuckery is, but I never did this before they struck in 04-2002, but I do now. Not being allowed to read is a genuine piss off. Other games are with the ongoing plasma and maser show, noise through the earmuffs and someone's throat clearing from the hallway and also strangely getting through my earmuffs. This happened about one third into the list of personal and lifestyle blogs I read. As mentioned many times before, the perps put on noisestalking and other impositions when first linking to a blog, so it seems to be a big deal for them. It is fucking tiresome to be under the microscope all the time, and then jerked with to then create more action for the assholes who haven't the fortitude to show up and explain why I am cast into this fucking nightmare all the time. Dithering a person into not being allowed to read unperturbed is fucking sick.
1645h
Some pictures for a change.
Taken 03-27-2009, 0905h, larger photo. This is the day after the supposed fire. The fire department came about the same time, and put on three of four fire department vehicles that visited yesterday, except in different orientations and no sirens or apparent emergency. I have never seen a fire department supply three emergency vehicles to one seeming non-emergency such as this. That takes pull as well as major inducements, and it demonstrates what the perps can do in this town anytime they like.
Small photos show the orientation of the four fire vehicles the day before, the apparent emergency, 03-26-2009, 0825h, previously posted.
Taken 03-27-2009, 1113h. A nice alignment of red and white vehicles in two orthogonal directions, road and bottom parking lot with an extra threesome of navy blue colored vehicles on the ground beside the parking lot an through the trees on the right. Who gives up a parking stall for the wet ground that is possibly muddy, except a Fuckwit gangstalker criminal? And too, ladder action that I frequently get, those on top of the white trades van roof.
Taken 03-31-2009, 1104h. A nice little lineup of ranked vehicles, all around the single red colored one. I had just finished some hours of web surfing with my metallic green earmuffs on, and looked out the window to see this nice photogenic set up. All those vehicles in various greyscale colors (whites, silver grey, grey and black) plus a two tone blue and white and a deep metallic green minivan behind it on the right. And just as I took the picture another deep metallic green pickup truck entered from the parking lot at the lower right side of the picture and proceed to the right. A nice little cluster of deep blue vehicles in the off-street parking behind the tree as well. And a skinhead on the corner, though nothing intrinsically odd about him. On the left side, the street heading away from the picture is the typical broadside of a tractor-trailer that I get to see much more often than the pre-overt harassment days. It seems to be adding to the white and red color theme as well.
Taken 04-01-2009, 1326h, today in other words. Looking down this mixed residential and street front business street there is an very odd aggregation of vehicle colors IMHO. In the traffic line facing the viewer, a pair of white pickups, one parked with a fireman like dressed person on the deck of the parked one. Then a silver-grey sedan, a white one behind it, and then a light tan metallic brown sedan with a mid-blue sedan at the end of the file of stopped vehicles. Beside them in the parking stall file, a red vehicle with three black colored ones behind it. Much further back in the parking file, a silver-grey and a mid-blue color. This arranged vehicle action is very much like that immediately above (03-31-2009, 1104h), except on an orthogonal street, and the red vehicle flanked among many greyscaled colored vehicles; whites, silver-greys, mid-greys and blacks.
2215h
I am back to online surfing and blogging, and have done tonight's part time cleaning job. Once again, the boss man "happened " to be stopping at the same grocery store that I stopped in after work. This coincidence rate is hitting 100% for the past three weeks and is getting very claustrophobic. Tonight it was outside; he was crossing my path in the parking lot immediately after I exited the building, another vehicle was closing in behind him on his scooter, a third vehicle was backing up toward me and a couple were doing the split apart act in front of me, the short haired blonde woman preceding me through the parking lot and down the sidewalk, the long familiar lead-ahead gangstalking style. In effect, a swarm of a mixture of vehicles and ambulatory gangstalkers, and a first of its kind. It has always been vehicles or ambulatory gangstakers, and tonight's little parking lot combination escapade was the first.
The only major odd action at work was that I got paid, and lo, if two of the staff weren't scooting by while I was signing my name with my green nitrile gloves on. One was visible through the glass at first, and given the weird negro's performance through the glass of two nights ago, having me seen and seeing through glass is a big deal for the assholes.
That is about all the excitement for today, not too much.
Note: There have been a number of my comments on blogs and forums getting blocked of late; they just don't appear to get posted. Some of my emails are also getting blocked or else they are all uniformly not responding. So if you want to send a message, try through the blog comments if I appear to be not responding to email. For the record, I always respond to my email if warranted.
Nothing major, just the knee pads that I ordered yesterday came by courier today in an amazing bout of efficiency that I don't get to experience in the adverse scripted world that I am cast into. Often the delivery time adversity is arranged out of screwing with the service, arranging for the courier for me to be out, and generally making mockery of say, two day service by stretching it out over a week or more.
But as always, the timing of these events is of singular planning. I was making the tried and true lunch of tortillas with tapenade base, chopped chicken meat, and melted cheese on top. This has been lunch and dinner with some variations since 2003 nearly everytime, save when invited out. I had the sirens on when chopping the chicken meat into slices and cubes, and then again covering me when extracting tortillas from the package and putting one in the frypan with the hot olive oil. And just before I get to open the new 250ml tub of olive tapenade the phone rings and it is the courier. So..., I opened the tub and sat it and its lid on the counter and then just waited there as it was the most prudent in the general context of making this particular dish. The courier came in short order, I signed for the parcel, and put it down. I was the workpant knee pad inserts that I ordered, although not having an immediate demand for them, I felt compelled to get them in advance of July's daffodil bulb picking. I had wanted to get them last September, then in December just to get this taks completed, but various delays by family members thwarted my efforts not to mention generalize blahs, aka, dysthymic disinclination.
Apart from the package being one of the typical yellow 9"x12" envelopes the gangstalkers like to pack with them as a standardized color reference in my proximity, there wasn't anything too exceptional about it. And too, opening of the package was delayed some 10 minutes until I finished lunch and cleaned up. All of this is only interesting, to me anyways, as to how the perps like to interupt and perturb events, even if long standing practices that they likely script for me. So now I am ready for kneeling in my next laboring job, which is likely to be the above mentioned daffodil bulb picking if they aren't replaced by a machine or imported visa-ed Mexican laborers. I know the daffodil flowers are being picked as I write this, but for whatever reason I haven't been too motivated to join this thieves melee (I am told) and get out there in the rain and mud.
The vision buggering games have been playing fierce today for whatever reason, even if looking at the LCD monitor while web surfing. As part of it, all manner of plasma and/or LCD display fuckery has been going on; extra lines, moving lines of differing colors, vertically and horizontally and then skewed variants, light flashes, visual projections from on-screen shapes and the rest of the onging visual impairment games. And the plethora of blackish masers has also been considerable in this never ending choreography of visual perturbances. One that is getting more used is to place text in a yellow box, filling the whitespace with yellow between the letters in peripherial vision and then withdrawing it as soon as I look with my central vision. They cannot get enough of it.
1630h
I getting the reading attention impairment games; this is where they have my eyes hop all over the page after starting a paragraph. I don't know what the purpose of this kind of fuckery is, but I never did this before they struck in 04-2002, but I do now. Not being allowed to read is a genuine piss off. Other games are with the ongoing plasma and maser show, noise through the earmuffs and someone's throat clearing from the hallway and also strangely getting through my earmuffs. This happened about one third into the list of personal and lifestyle blogs I read. As mentioned many times before, the perps put on noisestalking and other impositions when first linking to a blog, so it seems to be a big deal for them. It is fucking tiresome to be under the microscope all the time, and then jerked with to then create more action for the assholes who haven't the fortitude to show up and explain why I am cast into this fucking nightmare all the time. Dithering a person into not being allowed to read unperturbed is fucking sick.
1645h
Some pictures for a change.
Taken 03-27-2009, 0905h, larger photo. This is the day after the supposed fire. The fire department came about the same time, and put on three of four fire department vehicles that visited yesterday, except in different orientations and no sirens or apparent emergency. I have never seen a fire department supply three emergency vehicles to one seeming non-emergency such as this. That takes pull as well as major inducements, and it demonstrates what the perps can do in this town anytime they like.
Small photos show the orientation of the four fire vehicles the day before, the apparent emergency, 03-26-2009, 0825h, previously posted.
Taken 03-27-2009, 1113h. A nice alignment of red and white vehicles in two orthogonal directions, road and bottom parking lot with an extra threesome of navy blue colored vehicles on the ground beside the parking lot an through the trees on the right. Who gives up a parking stall for the wet ground that is possibly muddy, except a Fuckwit gangstalker criminal? And too, ladder action that I frequently get, those on top of the white trades van roof.
Taken 03-31-2009, 1104h. A nice little lineup of ranked vehicles, all around the single red colored one. I had just finished some hours of web surfing with my metallic green earmuffs on, and looked out the window to see this nice photogenic set up. All those vehicles in various greyscale colors (whites, silver grey, grey and black) plus a two tone blue and white and a deep metallic green minivan behind it on the right. And just as I took the picture another deep metallic green pickup truck entered from the parking lot at the lower right side of the picture and proceed to the right. A nice little cluster of deep blue vehicles in the off-street parking behind the tree as well. And a skinhead on the corner, though nothing intrinsically odd about him. On the left side, the street heading away from the picture is the typical broadside of a tractor-trailer that I get to see much more often than the pre-overt harassment days. It seems to be adding to the white and red color theme as well.
Taken 04-01-2009, 1326h, today in other words. Looking down this mixed residential and street front business street there is an very odd aggregation of vehicle colors IMHO. In the traffic line facing the viewer, a pair of white pickups, one parked with a fireman like dressed person on the deck of the parked one. Then a silver-grey sedan, a white one behind it, and then a light tan metallic brown sedan with a mid-blue sedan at the end of the file of stopped vehicles. Beside them in the parking stall file, a red vehicle with three black colored ones behind it. Much further back in the parking file, a silver-grey and a mid-blue color. This arranged vehicle action is very much like that immediately above (03-31-2009, 1104h), except on an orthogonal street, and the red vehicle flanked among many greyscaled colored vehicles; whites, silver-greys, mid-greys and blacks.
2215h
I am back to online surfing and blogging, and have done tonight's part time cleaning job. Once again, the boss man "happened " to be stopping at the same grocery store that I stopped in after work. This coincidence rate is hitting 100% for the past three weeks and is getting very claustrophobic. Tonight it was outside; he was crossing my path in the parking lot immediately after I exited the building, another vehicle was closing in behind him on his scooter, a third vehicle was backing up toward me and a couple were doing the split apart act in front of me, the short haired blonde woman preceding me through the parking lot and down the sidewalk, the long familiar lead-ahead gangstalking style. In effect, a swarm of a mixture of vehicles and ambulatory gangstalkers, and a first of its kind. It has always been vehicles or ambulatory gangstakers, and tonight's little parking lot combination escapade was the first.
The only major odd action at work was that I got paid, and lo, if two of the staff weren't scooting by while I was signing my name with my green nitrile gloves on. One was visible through the glass at first, and given the weird negro's performance through the glass of two nights ago, having me seen and seeing through glass is a big deal for the assholes.
That is about all the excitement for today, not too much.
Note: There have been a number of my comments on blogs and forums getting blocked of late; they just don't appear to get posted. Some of my emails are also getting blocked or else they are all uniformly not responding. So if you want to send a message, try through the blog comments if I appear to be not responding to email. For the record, I always respond to my email if warranted.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Hold This Battery, Then Tell Me Your Phone Number
2100h
A strange combination today of the apartment manager and his sidekick du jour; first the over-prolonged door knocking sequence and then him not being at the door when I opened it, and then his supposed sidekick (seen before, context removed from recall) was taking tenant's phone number, email address and contact number. All this information they already have. The apartment manager returned from his absence at the front door with a 9v battery in hand, telling me that it needed to be put in the smoke alarm. Then he tells me about the "need" to gather the important information from his helper, who also was absent at first. So with 9v battery in hand, I tell him this same information they already had by my recollection (caveat there).
But since the perps just love to put batteries in my proximity, why, could it be yet another dodge of the gangstalkers? And if you have followed this blog in the past, you will note that I believe there is nothing but scripted events for me to be "included", not by choise but by remotely applied mind control. Anyhow, this little scam was all over soon enough, but it does suggest the perps are so fucking desperate that they do something so seedy and blatant.
2200h
More of today's dulldom stories were planned, but "somehow" that thought thread just evaporated. But it has been mostly dull today, and they didn't even let me out for a Saturday national newspaper, something that I often read as my only purchased paper of the week. The perps don't like me to know what is happening locally, and a local newspaper just isn't permitted. And lo, if the web access to this same local newspaper is messed up, and I never visit the site for all the hassle it has become.
I did my cleaning job at the car dealership tonight, at 1700h which was near daylight conditions. As the perps find the daylight to dusk transition so fascinating, it is always interesting to see their games at that time of day. It was the usual heavy mix of ambulatory gangstalkers and clusters of vehicles arranged by color.
And it would seem that they cannot get enough red near me at the cleaning job as I am doing it by myself for the most part, and there is no one else around. So... what do they do? Why, an operative/staff member arrives in his red and black panelled anorak and "needs" a teabag when I have just finished up cleaning the coffee station in the Service area, and he came in behind me and needed to lean over my good work to get the teabag. Then he takes off. And was there enough teabags at the other station in the Sales area where he seemingly came from? Yes, so why did this character come halfway across the building for a teabag and then take off? Just another day at the office, facilitating life rape as I call this insane and abusive targetted fuckery.
And I notice that the vision impairment fuckery is still going on; they won't let me look with full focus, and this seems to be a recent change, and not from the glasses that were acquired early12-2008. I reckon they spent all that time learning how to fuck my vision, and are now applying it as they see fit. So far, they apply this vision fucking when I am sweeping my field of view across into the distance, and reinstate focus when my eyes rest on an object. They also noisestalk me anytime I notice the vision impairment, and this would be the precursor activities to be able to jerk with my vision without me "noticing". That is, they are getting ready to be able to impair my vision and cognition without me knowing that it is abnormal. Hence other games of late such as moving something behind venetian blinds, and isolating the seen object/movement.
And also double vision games, and then repeating the double vision while I am bitching about the intrusion with a modified version where only the brightest parts of the doubled image are shown.
2315h
More web surfing and bookmarking, the latter activity drawing much noisestalking, especially since I have the earmuffs on. They can somehow drive the noise through hearing protection, even if the outside noise isn't louder than it usually is without it. And also, the strange whistling noise that they have tagged some of the buses with can now not only penetrate earmuffs, but also fingers or even my hands placed over my ears. Before this, I could always count on physically blocking my ears to shut out unwanted noise, but no more. Another corner in the abuse cycle has been turned.
A strange combination today of the apartment manager and his sidekick du jour; first the over-prolonged door knocking sequence and then him not being at the door when I opened it, and then his supposed sidekick (seen before, context removed from recall) was taking tenant's phone number, email address and contact number. All this information they already have. The apartment manager returned from his absence at the front door with a 9v battery in hand, telling me that it needed to be put in the smoke alarm. Then he tells me about the "need" to gather the important information from his helper, who also was absent at first. So with 9v battery in hand, I tell him this same information they already had by my recollection (caveat there).
But since the perps just love to put batteries in my proximity, why, could it be yet another dodge of the gangstalkers? And if you have followed this blog in the past, you will note that I believe there is nothing but scripted events for me to be "included", not by choise but by remotely applied mind control. Anyhow, this little scam was all over soon enough, but it does suggest the perps are so fucking desperate that they do something so seedy and blatant.
2200h
More of today's dulldom stories were planned, but "somehow" that thought thread just evaporated. But it has been mostly dull today, and they didn't even let me out for a Saturday national newspaper, something that I often read as my only purchased paper of the week. The perps don't like me to know what is happening locally, and a local newspaper just isn't permitted. And lo, if the web access to this same local newspaper is messed up, and I never visit the site for all the hassle it has become.
I did my cleaning job at the car dealership tonight, at 1700h which was near daylight conditions. As the perps find the daylight to dusk transition so fascinating, it is always interesting to see their games at that time of day. It was the usual heavy mix of ambulatory gangstalkers and clusters of vehicles arranged by color.
And it would seem that they cannot get enough red near me at the cleaning job as I am doing it by myself for the most part, and there is no one else around. So... what do they do? Why, an operative/staff member arrives in his red and black panelled anorak and "needs" a teabag when I have just finished up cleaning the coffee station in the Service area, and he came in behind me and needed to lean over my good work to get the teabag. Then he takes off. And was there enough teabags at the other station in the Sales area where he seemingly came from? Yes, so why did this character come halfway across the building for a teabag and then take off? Just another day at the office, facilitating life rape as I call this insane and abusive targetted fuckery.
And I notice that the vision impairment fuckery is still going on; they won't let me look with full focus, and this seems to be a recent change, and not from the glasses that were acquired early12-2008. I reckon they spent all that time learning how to fuck my vision, and are now applying it as they see fit. So far, they apply this vision fucking when I am sweeping my field of view across into the distance, and reinstate focus when my eyes rest on an object. They also noisestalk me anytime I notice the vision impairment, and this would be the precursor activities to be able to jerk with my vision without me "noticing". That is, they are getting ready to be able to impair my vision and cognition without me knowing that it is abnormal. Hence other games of late such as moving something behind venetian blinds, and isolating the seen object/movement.
And also double vision games, and then repeating the double vision while I am bitching about the intrusion with a modified version where only the brightest parts of the doubled image are shown.
2315h
More web surfing and bookmarking, the latter activity drawing much noisestalking, especially since I have the earmuffs on. They can somehow drive the noise through hearing protection, even if the outside noise isn't louder than it usually is without it. And also, the strange whistling noise that they have tagged some of the buses with can now not only penetrate earmuffs, but also fingers or even my hands placed over my ears. Before this, I could always count on physically blocking my ears to shut out unwanted noise, but no more. Another corner in the abuse cycle has been turned.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
A Freakshow Thursday
1905h
Thursdays have yoga scheduled for the late morning, and then gym class mid-afternoon, with a 30 minute walk to the latter, one direction along a major traffic artery that is the venue for the 500 to 1,000 moblie gangstalking vehicles arranged by color and body design.
And it seems to represent an ongoing opportunity for the perps to leverage what they have determined at the yoga class and then apply it to the latter one. With all that spine and body twisting at yoga it represents a big opportunity to gangstalk me all the more, which is what they routinely do. There were the usual plasma beams flitting about the room, and about me, often "complementing" an edge of something, and being projected from it, say, adding a 4" swath of yellow plasma beam to my mat in my peripherial vision to get my attention, which it does. There are also plasma beams projecting 8' to 10' from the lighting, making themselves out to be some kind of flare in the lens of my eyeglasses.
Then there is the weird behaviors of classmates, which is getting more so. The woman who "disappeared" for two weeks has come back now, she was the one waving the bag of bagels around at the end of a class. She made sure to get into my regular spot this time, and brought her yellow plastic bag with her that ended up being 6' from me. She also set out two additional yoga mats for late comers, even if she does not know them at all. One mat got used by a late comer, and the deep burgundy colored one didn't. Totally nuts to my way of thinking, as she had no knowledge of there being more class members arriving, UNLESS she rehearsed the script, which is my contention on how all my family and public life events "unfold", in addition to everything I do in my apartment (web surfing mostly).
After I left the class, within one city block, why a faux vagrant was standing around on sentry duty, hugging a yellow plastic bag. After I passed him, he then proceeded to shout and call out for the next city block. That put me in place to see a repeat of another scripted weird act, a schizo-like performance of flailing arms and shouting by this operative leaning against the glass of a local Starbucks. This would of been at about 1240h. This was the same act that walked into my mother when I was downtown with her about 3 weeks ago. This babbling and flailing limbs act was a bit thick then, but the perps decided to reprise it again. And lo, when I walked by at about 1350h, there he still was, in the same location and putting on his schizo act again. Lets get real, is a Starbucks, or any business for that matter, going to allow a raving mad schizo to carry on outside their business for an hour? Not likely, but again, the perps are not confining themselves to realistic scenarios and street stunts any more.
And no less, the above actor looks suspiciously like the strange dude in a long black coat and a wide brimmed black hat standing at the same intersection two weeks ago, without the schizo act of course. He has also featured himself in other locations in town, and in the local supermarket, making himself to be the ever attendant manager flitting around the checkouts. It makes me wonder who he really is when not morphed over, as the operatives and shills that get the repeat jobs are often those who have known me in the past.
The walk to the gym was the usual parade of vehicle formations, vehicular gangstalking I call it. I had some ambulatory acts, and at certain locations the perps had me with 6 to 12 gangsgalkers around me. One dude was crouched down on the sidewalk, smoking a cigarette, and not even waiting for a bus or like "excuse". In this position, where they stretch their back, it would seem that the perps can read extra energy, or whatever it is that they are after with their remote assay methods. The perps would do this with hikers on the trails, but this is a first having someone look so utterly fucking stupid in a public location as this. A squatting sentry one might say.
The gym class was a full on five freak event today; Ethnic Gut, Alkie, New Bald, Biggest Blonde and Fatboy were all there, and three others who didn't belong in the freak designation. As usual, Ethnic Gut and New Bald were in my view nearly most of the time, and if I am looking away, the perps will even plant an image of them in my peripherial vision. In other words, it is direct vision manipulation. Ethnic Gut was even on "greeting duty", standing at the cubbies when I arrived, all to see the top 8" of his head before I made the corner to then be able to see all of him loitering around, giving me the stare for no known reason. The perps like to arrange the fugly types so I only see a portion of them, say, arm, head etc. I also got three obesers on my outing, one woman walking two blocks had to be over 300 pounds. Another obeser was on red hair duty as well, having two Unfavored roles. She was dressed in mostly black clothing with some white stripes, the uniform of the color resonance testing types.
The perps made sure to put me in a swarm as I got out of the classroom; there were at least four of them all around me, getting in the way, crossing my intended path and the rest of the excuses to place their fuckers around me in quantity. As always, I am glad to get the fuck out of there, but only at the scripted moment of course. Two classmates/gangstalkers were dawdling in front of me when headed out; I couldn't pass by until they stopped at the landing of the stairs to look at the pool. (Translated, have me walk past them at a location of a 180 degree change in direction).
It became apparent in the gym class that there was a scripted arrangement with the members, save me. All but one of them stopped doing half the exercise while I, and an instructor, finished the rest of it. The remainder were to continue as I was, but "somehow" they arranged to only do half of it all together in unison. Amazing, and it appeared to happen at yoga too, where some of the class appeared to know what the next pose was without the instruction. I can only assume that these were purposeful "errors" for me to detect, which is done sometimes.
When I got back from gym, with a short stopover at the grocery store, the perps pulled another fire alarm stunt. While the alarm was ringing they had me change my clothes, back into jeans, and then put the groceries away before putting on my shoes and coat to walk out down the stairs. And lo, if the Red Anorak granny, and all too familiar gangstalker of the elevator and the street wasn't 3' from as I entered the stair well. Then more weirdness as I passed this dude standing at the top of the stairs on a lower floor, making out that he was going back to his place. Once I got to the main floor, why, the fire alarm went off, and the manager went outside the building. Another weird, a man dressed all in white was standing in the vacant and inactive elevator, as if he were some kind of tradesman who "happened" to be around. So I went back up the stairs and encountered the weird dude who was standing on a landing. He had only just entered the door he planned to enter some two minutes earlier. And Red Anorak Granny was also stopped in the stairwell, having taken a break of a few minutes also. Anyhow, this is the fourth time within a year there has been a false fire alarm, and it is always besieged by weirds or other Unfavored individuals. This time, even the fire trucks didn't come, which is odd, as I passed the firehall on my walk, and this would of been a great opportunity to bring their yellow vehicles down to where I live, though they have already done that. And no doubt that was all planed for me to eat chocolate immediately afterward, as I bought a new variety of Easter egg chocolate preceding my arrival in the building. The various theme threads of the perps can get very intertwined, and it is impossible to sort them out these days.
2155h
Some loud pounding overhead started the instant I read the word "dollar" while reading about Thomas Townsend Brown's exploits and the shadow world that he lived in.
2250h
Another evening spent reading about the black netherworld of Thomas Townsend Brown and the book in development aided by the collaboration of an associated online forum and the help of a few ringers, some who worked with him.
It seems as if this filming plan is firming up, and I am to get 10 pages of text written that introduces and explains my own netherworld, the imposed one. Keeping it to ten pages will be a summary, and once done I will post it to this blog. The film might even make it to YouTube. With my interview by Gina Romano on The Edge Radio airing this month, this is a PR busy time. And I am sure, scripted as well for whatever benefits accrue to my mind-keepers.
The perps pulled a wind howl earlier tonight, neccessitating more drafting tape to cover the gap in the sliding door where it "happens". I had ripped the tape off about 4 weeks ago hoping the last of the winter storms had passed, but of course not; the entire exercise of my life is to repeat the same activities for the perps in all possible combinations and permutations of nuance, task order, clothing color, time of day or evening, temperature, mood state, lighting and everything else they find so fascinating.
2315h
Time to call this one done; a statutory holiday here tomorrow, and likely a shut-in day. Maybe I can get both my income tax return and this script done. The latter task will likely be the usual BOH (Before Overt Harassment) travails of excessive rewrites and still not having the script together until the last minute if my history of college papers are anything to go by.
Thursdays have yoga scheduled for the late morning, and then gym class mid-afternoon, with a 30 minute walk to the latter, one direction along a major traffic artery that is the venue for the 500 to 1,000 moblie gangstalking vehicles arranged by color and body design.
And it seems to represent an ongoing opportunity for the perps to leverage what they have determined at the yoga class and then apply it to the latter one. With all that spine and body twisting at yoga it represents a big opportunity to gangstalk me all the more, which is what they routinely do. There were the usual plasma beams flitting about the room, and about me, often "complementing" an edge of something, and being projected from it, say, adding a 4" swath of yellow plasma beam to my mat in my peripherial vision to get my attention, which it does. There are also plasma beams projecting 8' to 10' from the lighting, making themselves out to be some kind of flare in the lens of my eyeglasses.
Then there is the weird behaviors of classmates, which is getting more so. The woman who "disappeared" for two weeks has come back now, she was the one waving the bag of bagels around at the end of a class. She made sure to get into my regular spot this time, and brought her yellow plastic bag with her that ended up being 6' from me. She also set out two additional yoga mats for late comers, even if she does not know them at all. One mat got used by a late comer, and the deep burgundy colored one didn't. Totally nuts to my way of thinking, as she had no knowledge of there being more class members arriving, UNLESS she rehearsed the script, which is my contention on how all my family and public life events "unfold", in addition to everything I do in my apartment (web surfing mostly).
After I left the class, within one city block, why a faux vagrant was standing around on sentry duty, hugging a yellow plastic bag. After I passed him, he then proceeded to shout and call out for the next city block. That put me in place to see a repeat of another scripted weird act, a schizo-like performance of flailing arms and shouting by this operative leaning against the glass of a local Starbucks. This would of been at about 1240h. This was the same act that walked into my mother when I was downtown with her about 3 weeks ago. This babbling and flailing limbs act was a bit thick then, but the perps decided to reprise it again. And lo, when I walked by at about 1350h, there he still was, in the same location and putting on his schizo act again. Lets get real, is a Starbucks, or any business for that matter, going to allow a raving mad schizo to carry on outside their business for an hour? Not likely, but again, the perps are not confining themselves to realistic scenarios and street stunts any more.
And no less, the above actor looks suspiciously like the strange dude in a long black coat and a wide brimmed black hat standing at the same intersection two weeks ago, without the schizo act of course. He has also featured himself in other locations in town, and in the local supermarket, making himself to be the ever attendant manager flitting around the checkouts. It makes me wonder who he really is when not morphed over, as the operatives and shills that get the repeat jobs are often those who have known me in the past.
The walk to the gym was the usual parade of vehicle formations, vehicular gangstalking I call it. I had some ambulatory acts, and at certain locations the perps had me with 6 to 12 gangsgalkers around me. One dude was crouched down on the sidewalk, smoking a cigarette, and not even waiting for a bus or like "excuse". In this position, where they stretch their back, it would seem that the perps can read extra energy, or whatever it is that they are after with their remote assay methods. The perps would do this with hikers on the trails, but this is a first having someone look so utterly fucking stupid in a public location as this. A squatting sentry one might say.
The gym class was a full on five freak event today; Ethnic Gut, Alkie, New Bald, Biggest Blonde and Fatboy were all there, and three others who didn't belong in the freak designation. As usual, Ethnic Gut and New Bald were in my view nearly most of the time, and if I am looking away, the perps will even plant an image of them in my peripherial vision. In other words, it is direct vision manipulation. Ethnic Gut was even on "greeting duty", standing at the cubbies when I arrived, all to see the top 8" of his head before I made the corner to then be able to see all of him loitering around, giving me the stare for no known reason. The perps like to arrange the fugly types so I only see a portion of them, say, arm, head etc. I also got three obesers on my outing, one woman walking two blocks had to be over 300 pounds. Another obeser was on red hair duty as well, having two Unfavored roles. She was dressed in mostly black clothing with some white stripes, the uniform of the color resonance testing types.
The perps made sure to put me in a swarm as I got out of the classroom; there were at least four of them all around me, getting in the way, crossing my intended path and the rest of the excuses to place their fuckers around me in quantity. As always, I am glad to get the fuck out of there, but only at the scripted moment of course. Two classmates/gangstalkers were dawdling in front of me when headed out; I couldn't pass by until they stopped at the landing of the stairs to look at the pool. (Translated, have me walk past them at a location of a 180 degree change in direction).
It became apparent in the gym class that there was a scripted arrangement with the members, save me. All but one of them stopped doing half the exercise while I, and an instructor, finished the rest of it. The remainder were to continue as I was, but "somehow" they arranged to only do half of it all together in unison. Amazing, and it appeared to happen at yoga too, where some of the class appeared to know what the next pose was without the instruction. I can only assume that these were purposeful "errors" for me to detect, which is done sometimes.
When I got back from gym, with a short stopover at the grocery store, the perps pulled another fire alarm stunt. While the alarm was ringing they had me change my clothes, back into jeans, and then put the groceries away before putting on my shoes and coat to walk out down the stairs. And lo, if the Red Anorak granny, and all too familiar gangstalker of the elevator and the street wasn't 3' from as I entered the stair well. Then more weirdness as I passed this dude standing at the top of the stairs on a lower floor, making out that he was going back to his place. Once I got to the main floor, why, the fire alarm went off, and the manager went outside the building. Another weird, a man dressed all in white was standing in the vacant and inactive elevator, as if he were some kind of tradesman who "happened" to be around. So I went back up the stairs and encountered the weird dude who was standing on a landing. He had only just entered the door he planned to enter some two minutes earlier. And Red Anorak Granny was also stopped in the stairwell, having taken a break of a few minutes also. Anyhow, this is the fourth time within a year there has been a false fire alarm, and it is always besieged by weirds or other Unfavored individuals. This time, even the fire trucks didn't come, which is odd, as I passed the firehall on my walk, and this would of been a great opportunity to bring their yellow vehicles down to where I live, though they have already done that. And no doubt that was all planed for me to eat chocolate immediately afterward, as I bought a new variety of Easter egg chocolate preceding my arrival in the building. The various theme threads of the perps can get very intertwined, and it is impossible to sort them out these days.
2155h
Some loud pounding overhead started the instant I read the word "dollar" while reading about Thomas Townsend Brown's exploits and the shadow world that he lived in.
2250h
Another evening spent reading about the black netherworld of Thomas Townsend Brown and the book in development aided by the collaboration of an associated online forum and the help of a few ringers, some who worked with him.
It seems as if this filming plan is firming up, and I am to get 10 pages of text written that introduces and explains my own netherworld, the imposed one. Keeping it to ten pages will be a summary, and once done I will post it to this blog. The film might even make it to YouTube. With my interview by Gina Romano on The Edge Radio airing this month, this is a PR busy time. And I am sure, scripted as well for whatever benefits accrue to my mind-keepers.
The perps pulled a wind howl earlier tonight, neccessitating more drafting tape to cover the gap in the sliding door where it "happens". I had ripped the tape off about 4 weeks ago hoping the last of the winter storms had passed, but of course not; the entire exercise of my life is to repeat the same activities for the perps in all possible combinations and permutations of nuance, task order, clothing color, time of day or evening, temperature, mood state, lighting and everything else they find so fascinating.
2315h
Time to call this one done; a statutory holiday here tomorrow, and likely a shut-in day. Maybe I can get both my income tax return and this script done. The latter task will likely be the usual BOH (Before Overt Harassment) travails of excessive rewrites and still not having the script together until the last minute if my history of college papers are anything to go by.
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