Blue Plasma Dot Matrix

09-11-2017
The blue plasma dot matrix came on this morning. This is where a uniform field of bright blue dots (2-3mm), in a orthogonal pattern (matrix), dots spaced 3-4", stays in my visual field for about 5 seconds, and follows my vision; wherever I look, it is there for that duration. And what was the event that precipitated this occurrence? Why, I was looking for my glasses when I got up, and didn't find them in the usual location under my cot on its dark blue towel (where I put them every night), but for some reason I left them in the bathroom. So, on my way into the bathroom, and when identifying and then retrieving my glasses I had this blue plasma dot matrix in my visual field. Other such blue plasma dot matrix occurrences have been when I am changing my clothes, always a big perp event, the energy change with clothing changes, that is, changes of color and fabrics and whatever energy interaction that brings to one's physical state. As of late, I get a plasma dot matrix show about once every two weeks.

Which augments why gangstalkers just love to arrange clothing changes in my presence, (putting on or off sweaters or jackets) or on rare occasions, more ridiculous partial clothes; e.g. one guy had his shirt cut vertically (not short) so that his half shirt covered his L side only, the R side bare skin. And of course, they like to be around me whenever I make clothing changes of an expectable and normal weather or comfort related nature. I don't cut up my clothing and do the weird gangstalker nonsense. Nor do I wander around in summer like some males, even elder males, walking the streets with no shirt. Just patently absurd.

Miles Mathis calls the 2017 Charlotesville Event fake, and has this zinger of a posting to back it up. I haven't read all the research or checked out all the youtube references, but I think he is right. Too bad President Trump didn't call it fake too, but then I suppose he is part of the facade, not to mention stirring it all up some more. Though I am totally on board with Trump's perspective, as much as I don't think he will be a good president, not even a mediocre one. According to one of his ex aides, the Trump administration is no longer the one the voters voted for. Why am I not surprised, as it has long been my determination based on extrapolating this harassment experience, that the governments of Western nations are but a pretense.

Of perturbing note in the above reference to Sunstein, and his notorious 2008 paper "Conspiracy Theories" and the quote;

Our main policy idea is that government should engage in cognitive infiltration of the groups that produce conspiracy theories.

is the term, "cognitive infiltration" for conspiracts. Which means everybody in effect, as one is in constant state of awareness, and detecting conspiracies, fudges, dodges, lies and other BS is what humans do all the time. Some do it for a living, e.g. LEO's and justice system professionals, and anyone who evaluates human behavior for a living. And of course, the 9-11 analysis, some of which is mentioned below, and news to me, some don't believe any aircraft were crashed that day.

As a TI, I can say "cognitive infiltration" has been going on all my life, and over the last 15 years of this senseless and relentless harassment, it has developed to "cognitive governance" (by remote means). It is a slippery slope for sure; developing and refining the capabilities of remotely governing one individual (thousands of TI's in fact) , and then applying the findings to the masses in varying degrees, depending on the objectives of the puppet master.

Speaking of puppet masters, this time going back into recorded history, I read an excellent book titled "The Gods of Eden" by William Bramley. From the back cover "as a result of seven years of intensive research, William Bramley has uncovered the sinister thread that links humanity's darkest events.... Bramley presents disturbing evidence of an alien presence on Earth- extraterrestrial visitors who have conspired to dominate Humankind through violence and chaos since the beginning of time... a conspiracy which continues to this very day". His research is solid, and not conflationary (adding facts together), and he really didn't want to accept his findings at first, as it was his intent to only write a book on the causes of war, thinking it was largely monetary or territorial gain, but at each turn, there were organized background players (the Brotherhood), who at times, had alien influences or connections. Highly recommended.

One interesting history analysis I found was that the House of Hanover (of Germany) managed to install their own monarch in England, who then promoted more wars needing mercenaries from Germany. And at huge costs to the Treasury, but then, governments overspending is nothing new, is it?

My landlords are away, and did mention that a plumber is coming to do some work on the house. But they did not say the plumber would shut down the water supply, so that leaves me showerless at the moment, some two hours into my morning, my first of being unemployed after seven months of vineyard work. Not a coincidence I am sure, though I am hard pressed to know what it is. That the perps have an abiding interest in my water supply, intake, exposure (say swimming, showering), and laundering is an understatement to say the least. They made that plain by stealing just laundered clothing, twice, in the first year of this abuse-athon. And they do love water leaks, as well as flicking drops around. Sometimes I read about city water mains bursting and wonder if the perps aren't up to their usual games, just that is has a semblance of plausible cause. Then of course, one could take that to the level of floods, e.g. two recent hurricanes, Irma (Texas) and Harvey (Florida), and the attendant storm surges.

Now 1100h, and the water is back on. Thanks for the notice. I have nothing really to complain about given the weather catastrophes, that is hurricanes, mentioned above.

Yoga tonight; a new schedule and they have now down graded my regular class time once more into a more mellow moksana class. Three years ago the manager was mentioning that I needed more of a challenge. Well she didn't take her own advice, and has twice downgraded power (ashtenga) yoga now to this lame-assed form. Perhaps it is my hint to move on elsewhere, not unusual in how things work out in this ongoing abuse-athon.

09-12-2017
Out doing errands this morning, my first non-working Monday in 7 months,and what a gangstalk shit show. Not only reams of vehicular gangstalking, on the road, but vehicular cluster fucks in every parking lot. And of "course" ambulatory stalkers to cover me when I traversed the parking lot. And of "course" the pit lampers, the ones that constantly "happen" to be aiming their headlights at me, especially at building egress. The perps had me is some kind of special state, perhaps de-energizing my temporal lobes (again) as I felt kind of stoned or floaty. Laying on extra stalking attention when they pull this shit has been noted in the past.

And in the long running game of things going wrong, a food order has gone missing. A wholesaler who drops the order off at my address and then apparently, doesn't tell anyone. [later] It was sorted out; the delivery dipshit phoned on Friday, four days ago, but didn't leave a message and left the food order (a cardboard box) at the W side of the landlord's house, an area they don't frequent. So the landlord missed it, and the delivery dipshit didn't leave a message, and it sat there outside for four days. Miraculously no animals got into it, as it would of fed 100's of raccoons for weeks. All this started from getting one of those peculiar "phone calls" where it doesn't ring but only leaves a log entry, and abetted by the dipshit delivery twit not leaving a message and then not responding to an email, all assuming this wasn't staged. All to leave my food outside for four days, some 80' away on the other side of the landlord's house. Have I had enough of this shit?

And what is it about ensuring TI's get shit service, this time my amplifier that was sent to the bus depot two weeks ago. I didn't get any confirmation that it was picked up, so finally I sent an email to ask. Two days later I get a reply to say they will look at it next week. Give me a break; this whole deal is about slowing me down, sandbagging every event, especially in the service realm.

09-13-2017
A work day, the first this week. I was staking the newly planted vines and putting a milk carton around them. The latter serves to protect the vulnerable plants from herbicide applications. The stakes are for training the plants vertical in the coming years. Not exciting, especially when the neighboring house owner has suddenly developed a HD habit, making sure to put on the noise for longer and with excessive rev-ing, just so I got plenty of that infernal noise. The road traffic was also cranked up, and they seemed to like to make noise just when I was putting the stake in the ground, or affixing the clip to hold the stake to the wire. Go figure.

09-14-2017
Vineyard work again, this time deleafing all day, and then onto my IV vitamin C treatment in preparing myself for radiotherapy in two weeks. I don't seem to get a whole lot from it, save my dental gums are putting on growth after years of recession.

How many sonic weapon attacks do we need, or "health attacks" if you prefer, before the idiotic naysayers finally admit that there just might be such a weapon? US and Canadian embassy personnel were targeted in their own homes, or one instance in a hotel, and could remove themselves from the worst of the attacks. Though it seems others were attacked by way of covert means, and developed symptoms without debilitating sensations. Sure enough, some techo-twit is quoted as saying it is impossible without being in immersed in a pool, and the water delivering the sonic attack. Absurd; where do the find these turkeys, and why do they quote them? According to the CBC radio program "As it Happens", such weapons have been developed for military use, its just now that specific individuals can now be targeted, though seemingly, not actively (trained on them while the target is moving, unlike what I have experienced).

As one who has experienced debilitating beam wave attacks that inflict painful head pains, in my residence, on the street and in hotel rooms, I can say these kind of attacks are very doable and they can be aimed to follow one around. And if you try to protect yourself by putting one's arms over your head, you will buy about 10-20 seconds of relief before the assholes re-aim it, or else increase the intensity after reading one's pain level remotely, and they then re-apply the pains again. The perps pulled this shit in 2002, and some in 2003, and the only defence I had was to be around metal; vehicles, though in fact they may have workarounds for this one too. So here they are, pummeling embassy staff in Cuba, and the press duly trots out some blather about saying it is impossible. If you haven't come to your own determination, the media is stage managed, right down to the last comma. I do believe these attacks are real, but the media isn't doing squat, the UK Guardian is doing better than North American media mush purveyors.

09-15-2017
De-leafing in the vineyard all day, with the weather a little warmer than yesterday. The scope of the work increased, so an extra day of work out of the deal. As "usual", the visitations, noise and like perturbations erupt while I am at the row end, and turn 180 degrees to go down the adjacent row. Yesterday, I was asked to help with the dog (hopeless, as it likes to jump on me), help with the ditch digging machine, asked to dig a hole, and the construction types "happened" to arrive when I started the first row. I also got two phone calls at the end of another row as well, and I get about two calls a week on average.

I got nailed for a one hour nap attack when I got back from work today, all the while the text message was pinging on my phone, and I was drifting in and out of sleep. It took 20 minutes being awake before I could get up.

09-17-2017
A not-much-done day yesterday (Saturday); a late get-up time and some web surfing, and then it was time for my haircut and leg wax appointment. It was a blonde, or sort-of blonde cutie on the latter. She had blonde on black hair, about half of each, so I didn't know which was for real. I suppose it was yet another blonde variation test. The hair stylist was OK; the glasses didn't help. But plenty of eye candy coursing about, with the odd interjection of a fat girl, and there were at least four of them taking turns to pass by. Plus one major tattoo job, she with a single arm full, and would alternatively have it visible in the mirror on one side, and then somehow arrange for the non-tattoo arm to be visible at other times. Plus some elder folks in the mirror, with those god-awful curlers on. In other words, more babe-bait with visual interjections of the Unfavored. Nothing new there, but this spa, esthetics and hair school is just the perfect place to have lots of activity around me, and all the better with all the mirror, now re-oriented to take in a wider view. (They were rotated from the longer vertical side to now being horizontal in a minor summertime renovation).

And for some reason I got on with vacuum cleaning at my residence afterward, an biweekly event at best, but something I wanted to get onto. The motivation just came on for some reason.

My web surfing has for "some reason" got into some morbid territory, all from Google, lest one think I have gone into the "dark web", whatever that means. Somehow I came across the 2007 Meredith Kercher murder in Perugia, Italy, and the twice accused, twice acquitted Amanda Knox of Seattle, plus her Italian boyfriend. (Curiously, the web site isn't up to date to detail the 2015 appeal, and acquittal; -perhaps the author was too disgusted). Based on the evidence presented on this site, I don't know how they got off, when another seeming accomplice was found guilty, the one who it seems immediately fled and wasn't involved in the clean up. (Footprints of all three were picked up via a forensic light analysis, plus one from each of the acquitted). It seems that there was a whole lot of cleaning up of the evidence that tragic night, but it seems there was still enough to convict based on what I see here, playing armchair prosecutor. And the faked break-in, and the clever lies by both of the co-accused, and also their changing story. But of course there is a bias to this site, but it seems the Italian justice system just didn't want to know, and with a whole lot of myth making from the accused camp, they were acquitted by way of recursive sub-setting (reduction) of the allowable evidence, and didn't allow new evidence to be introduced. And the guy in jail isn't saying anything. The entire justice proceedings outcome just doesn't add up, nor does the rationale for the murder, and makes me wonder if it wasn't some kind of faked show, for whatever reason the perps like to do this. The Seattle connection has me curious too, as I lived there for 3.5 years, 1999 to 2002. A much more spectacular multiple murder was the  Sharon Tate murders of 1969 and it seems that it was faked (86pp!) we now learn from Miles Mathis.

Then onto "Pizzagate", something that didn't play very big here in Canada, but it is just simply appalling that these pedophile rings seem to reach the highest levels and yet nothing is done about it. But then again, it is the same in the UK; Jimmy Savile plied his perversions on children for 50 years, and was never charged. That he was abetted by the BBC is an understatement. And lo, a recent revelation by another of the UK's finest, another knight (aka, "Sir") who also got away, in the Irish slang, meaning that he died before any public accusations or legal proceedings were made. (Lost the links as to the name). Both these perverts rubbed shoulders with the monarchy for crissakes. I don't want to get into this topic too much, as is goes much, much deeper. I just find it curious that for some reason the perps wanted me to know this now.

And if all the above "conspiracy" stuff, (it is not, and I loathe this term as a dumping ground for the don't-want-to-know crowd), wasn't enough, and so today I had another look at 9-11 material. The likelihood of cell phone calls from commercial aircraft don't add up from that altitude and speed, nor do the physics of those aircraft penetrating the World Trade towers, and nor does the Pentagon and Shanksville crash make any physical sense. Rebekah Roth, a former flight attendant, author of Methodical Deception (curiously written as fiction) is speaking to George Noory on youtube (60 min.) and details a number of inconsistencies with the behavior of the flight attendants that fateful day, one of whom was on her cell phone (apparently) for 27 minutes. Also of interest is that there is an expected norm of a six minute response time for military response for hijacked aircraft in the US. Her theory is that the aircraft were flown to a base near Boston, which was under a total evacuation order, and some selected passengers were pulled off to then recite a script on their cell phones. (The calls lacked the characteristic  background noise of an aircraft in flight). This base had sufficient hanger space to hide all four aircraft. Others make the claim, with justification, that there were no aircraft involved in any of the 9-11 crashes. As to what the disposition of the passengers and crew were is murky of course, because Roth suggests that they were gassed inside the aircraft, based on the cell phone calls. Well if the calls were faked by way of a script supplied to selected passengers removed from the aircraft, then we don't really know what happened to them. (One youtube re-plays the message of one flight attendant, and sneaks in, "its a frame" at the very end of the call).

It is all too curious to say the least; the whole 9-11 events aren't anything what they seemed. But I do find it most curious that flight KAL 007, which was apparently shot down as it inadvertently traveled over Soviet airspace, seems to have ditched in the waters after a shrapnel missile from a fighter jet punctured the airframe and caused depressurization, and the passengers rescued, and with so little characteristic debris of a crash. So again, what happened to them all? And why these two disparate aircraft crash events, neither of which fitted the mainstream media descriptions (then or now), end up with live and uninjured passengers, and they all just disappear? It would seem that the 9-11 events were a bigger version of KAL 007, among other events such as the WTC destruction.

Onto matters pedantic and fraught; no wonder the perps had me switch employers this year in mid-season,- they wanted my unemployment application to be big hassle as quitting a job is a red flag for no benefits. No matter that I left one employer and went to the next inside of two days. Now the online application has gone into an infinite loop over "farm income", when I am an employee. Adding to the administrative complexity is that my second employer manages a vineyard for someone else, but also has their own vineyard where I also worked. On top of that, I was paid from the single employer, but in mid-employment they split pay from each source. The perps just love these complications and love to grind victims into these complicated situations that defy online form filling. Never mind that the application app seemed to have failed, per infinite loop.

Enough for a week, and we shall sift through the administrative complications for another time. We cannot have straightforward unemployment benefit applications three years in succession, can we. The perps constantly insist that thing must fuck up.

Higgs Bosun

1405h
A round of sicko excitement as I read about the Higgs bosun at this article here. They kept jamming fart smell up my nose for the longest lingering smell duration ever, and cranking up an overhead groaning noise that somehow made through the earmuffs I am wearing. It was a scraping groaning noise like a chair on lino, as if the overhead floors aren't carpeted, but they all are. Never mind conventional reality when the fuckers are so desparate.

This is at-home day today, a Saturday, and no car dealership car cleaning job either. I get to hang out and do time online. But I did make it to the ATM and deposit two paychecks, enough to get me in the black for the first time in over 10 months. That won't last though, as groceries and utility payments will consume the balance until I get paid from the current farm job. As usual, the gangstalker freakshow was out in force for my two block walk to the ATM. I even had same color dressed Fuckwits accompanying me, and some olive skinned weirds hanging around outside of the ATM, visible through the glass.

But at least on my outing I didn't have to step over a 4" septic services hose that ran from a building to a curbside parked tanker truck. Which is most curious in the first place, as all the downtown buildings are on sewer. This stunt was a two days ago when heading for the bus at 0700h. The perp's consuming interest in shit and all things brown hasn't abated any, and they aren't about to hide it any.

And I see that my namesake died yesterday; I take the view that nothing in my life is a coincidence, and I suppose this unfortuneate event just might be playing into the perp's insane research objectives in some way, though the precise reasons are only known to them.

And more New York city area aircraft accidents; it would appear that the perps are not yet finished dumping aircraft into buildings and water bodies; a helicopter and light aircraft collision over the Hudson River today. I know I sound intensely conspiratorial, but given the perps' methods they have let me in on, it fits the pattern IMHO. And the article provides a recent history of air accidents in the NYC area, some of which were unknown to me. Didn't a Trump helicopter also get ditched into the Hudson River a few years ago?

1735h
More restless legs as I was about to do blogging; later then.

1830h
The masers and plasma beams are getting to become significant vision perturbance events, aka, cognition harassment. Yesterday, while toiling in the daffodil fields, I could see the entire hillside sloping upward was shooting masers at me constantly. There were streams of bright dots coming at me from the ill. In the past, the perps have run a electric motorbike across the mid-hillside that was facing me. I suspect that the entire farm is irradiated, and can be then manipulated to shoot maser or plasma beams at will. These kind of phenomenon are very strange and bewildering, but are occuring on a regular basis, but with the intensity cranked up.

And instead of one blonde woman on the crew for a few days, as the "introductory blonde aura, they have at least two on the daffodil bulb crew and another three on a warehouse crew. When I arrive at the farm worksite the blondes all cluster together in one group. And I see that the Global News, the only TV news that I watch once per week at my parent's place had three blondes at the news desk; anchor, meteorologist and another substituting for sports. The local TV station also put on a blonde for sports reporting, but they never get the camera close in with her, only near full-height standing. And if you are wondering what the fuss is about my tormentors planting attractive (usually) blonde women in my view, read On Blondes. Three days ago on the city bus for the first work day, they planted an older blonde woman with tight curly hair. I didn't care to see this hlemet-head hair style any, but the perps kept redirecting my vision there much more than would otherwise would happen. This was before work started and might have been preparation for the later arrival of the Short Hair Negro as mentioned in the last posting. He had tight curly hair as well, though in his case it was natural. And I see that Mop Haired Negro of two days ago only lasted one day, as he didn't return for Friday's bulb picking. His story doesn't add up; bring on a new employee the day before work completion? It isn't expectable, but I suppose someone of the Tormenting Asshole Corps wanted a dual negro comparison, and their respective hair to be sidely different.

Other negro action on yesterday's city bus trip into downtown was to have a male seated about 8' away when I boarded. About halfway he gets off the bus via the rear door and a negro woman gets on at the front door and sits down in the adjacent seat to the one the negro male had vacated. Too funny, in other circumstances, this little round of musical chairs, sans music. As this is a rural route bus it is even more rare to have negroes on board, and to have them exchange neighboring seats is a totaly orchestration.

Other brown skin action on yesterday's city bus trip, the same inbound trip as the paragraph above, was an E. Indian vignette that took place with an intervening Caucasian woman who blocked much of it. An E. Indian woman in a flowing filamentous yellow wrapped garment comes on board and then places herself where the above negro woman had been. Within 30 seconds she sits across the aisle, blocked mostly by an Caucasian woman, starting a round of "peekaboo" the assholes like to play. She then starts talking to an E. Indian male in the now-familiar Punjabi speech pattern. The odd thing was that I did not see any E. Indian male board the bus. But lo, within five minutes a turbaned E. Indian male gets off at the front door, leaving the woman in place, still "hiding" behind the Caucasian woman. Anyhow, all this racial action over the color of brown is getting more blatant and more perverse.

2025h
One of last year's bulb picking crew was a schizo wacko act, and to no surprise he "happened" to be on the city bus three days ago, heading for the farm. He makes himself to be very friendly and in time one gets used to his banter that widely fluctuates in relevance. On the second day of work he was on the bus again, two seats away, and he asks me out loud if I saw the movie "The Private Life of Benjamin Button", where the central character is born old and gets progressively younger. (Actually, it is The Curious Case of Benjamin Button). He rambled some more about the movie, and then he says "it could happen to you". My "reaction" was to make a joke about it, the real answer should of been, "with the company I keep that is entirely possible". Anyhow, the perps are very guarded as to who I open up to about the ongoing life fuckover games. That I had some gangstalkers in closer proximity wasn't any fluke, especially the blonde with the sunglasses on inside the bus. She had no sunglasses on when she boarded and sat two seats away, and then later put them on when inside the bus. What was that all about?

The perps have told me that I might be age regressed in a general way, but as always one cannot believe any of these planted notions, especially when the primary relationship is non-stop abusive, not to mention FUD prone. It is rare that I get any broad hints from their operatives or shills directly, but this was one. Put it in the "show me" column and don't revisit the topic. I am currently age regressed by 10 to 15 years, and no one mentions it. At the time, in 2003, I asked the then doctor how old I looked and he wasn't inclined to look at me and answer my question.

Taken 07-06-2009, 1753h. The later eveningtime beams that unerringly "find" my apartment. This one coming through and lighting up my desk area, some 7' from the balcony window. I live in an E. facing apartment, and to get some "direct" sunshine later in the day, the perps put on this beam nonsense most summertime evenings. The distance is the full length of my apartment, some 18' to 20'.





















Taken 07-06-2009, 1753h. The putative source of the beam.





















Taken 07-06-2009, 1753h. A close-in picture of the beam source. This is one building of four that the putative reflections "find" my apartment to direct their light beams into.














Taken 07-08-2009, 0922h. More sabotage; these pillows arrive from being laundered with their newly inflicted brown streak, seeming to be a reference color next to my head. That I have brown hair might have something to do with it. The other pillow has deeper brown dribblings on it, likely for the same purpose.












Taken 07-08-2009, 0922h. A close up of the damage showing some color saturation variance through the middle; same color, just a lighter tone between the two arcs. I wonder how much effort was expended on designing this little unlaunderable streak.













2215h
Random ramblings: what is with the feathers all over the place? Outside my apartment, in the daffodil fields, on the streets, etc. Most often they are white, and lesser amounts of black(10%) and mid-grey(5%). I did my stint of fly tieing, no matter if it was some three decades ago.

More time spent coveting various PC components, should a cool $1G come my way. And plenty of earmuff noise and internal head noise while doing so.

Lattes on Snow

1510h
Yes, it is the Coffee Corps again, chasing me around town with brown colored substances, and today, with the benefit of lingering snow on the sidewalks, they have tossed lattes onto the snow along my path when doing my one and only Christmas shopping. That is, they have placed puke brown splotches on my route, and ensured they were all added today, as there were none around on the same route after the abortive shopping trip yesterday. And too, there were some lattes spilled on bare pavement cleaned of snow, all to provide some kind of color reference between on snow and on bare sidewalk puke brown splotches. Need I remind regular readers that my tormentors are fixated on introducing me to the color of brown, in all its hues and tones, but only in small amounts. A full on brown vehicle is a rare sight, and even the light metallic brown vehicles come with a posse of greyscale toned vehicles around them. They did put on a dark brown down coated Fuckwit ahead of me at one store today, but that was only an transient situation before he disappeared into the crowd there. So, onto Lululemmon for a gift certificate where they were comparatively few gangstalkers. This is the store they fucked me out of knowing where it was yesterday, and I was within 20m of it.

Then on the way back, another Coffee Corps dude was on me, bearing his green cardboard tray with a coffee and then tailing me for a block, taking a short cut through a parking lot, and ending up on my tail again after I had turned 90 degrees. This is twice in two days this same fuckery has "happened"; a tail, thought to be long gone, reprises again for more unabashed following. I don't think the CIA would do something so obvious, and I am no international spy if that helps clear up any confusion.

And twice in two days, when W. bound on Yates St., and only a block apart, I get an vehicular rundown attempt; some Fuckwit blows by a red light and turns a right corner crossing my path ahead of me, timed for extra closeness because that is the current perp mandate. And also of note, in both instances I was the only person at the intersection who was about to be rundown. That takes real planning as there is usually a surfeit of gangstalkers around me at every street corner. I have seen assigned drivers blowing yellow and even red lights, and that now applies to city buses too. This seems part of the games to limit the vacancy time in a given public location; having a perp sponsored vehicle arranged to keep running red lights, intersection after intersection. Yet more public beserkness that erupted in this town, post 2002 when this life rape began.

And I am due to do my cleaning job earlier tonight at the Pacific Mazda dealership, before I eat dinner. I expect plenty of extra-conventional gravitic fuckery tonight to keep me riled up while working alone. Back to the vocalization "need" after being provoked by dirt, sand or other debris magically arriving after I have cleaned up an area. It is getting fucking tiresome to say the least. And those long used brown Douglas fir (conifer) needles that erupted all over my apartment in my hiking days are making a "comeback" as portable brown color references for the just-cleaned surfaces,- floors, counters, tables etc. Regular readers and TI's will know that the perps bring on their greatest harassment of me just before eating a meal. The digestion process and its attendant color changes are still bedeviling the perps for them to remotely detect these, and hence, forced delay of mealtime to continue the fuckery for longer. And I suppose the dusk onset will be occuring then, another perp silly season of each day.

The perps are still all over me with extra noise, forced farts, extra-gravitic fuckery, plasma and maser beams during color changes in my proximity. Examples of these color changes would be making the bed, putting clothes on or off, steeping of tea, making coffee (peculiar differentials in brown tones), flushing the toilet with its contents, and others which don't come to mind at the moment.

1945h
I thought something exceptional was going to happen tonight with the "no dinner" work session, and lo, I was not dissapointed. The mopping bucket "went missing" and I went all over the building for 15 minutes looking to no avail. This is the lastmost, but important activity of our janitorial work. It culminates all our efforts and means that we usually don't walk there anymore for fear of tracking more filth on the floors. I made preparations to clean a sink of grease to we could put our mops in it, but later, as it "so happened", the downstairs business returned it. It was a surprise to say the least, and a fucking waste of time. The parts dude was even still there, and he "helped" to look for a time in his black leather jacket and his unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. Another character from a bad movie it would seem.

It was an early start to work as the business closed early for their Christmas party; I arrrived at 1600h, and they seemed pleased about that, apart from the odd look from the blonde as if to say, "poor man". Which really means that I am to interpret this, and it seems that blondes have been exercising more strange looks of late. This being part of the perp's "blonde stalking"; have them put on more stern, if not hostile looks, even if there is no interaction whatsover, just passing by. I noticed this two weeks ago on the Sunday Global TV news hour; XYZ (the station's web site is now without pictures) looked very stern/pissed off when giving the news for the entire show, and the next week she was putting on the smiles and charm.

And why is it happening so often that when someone is going to divulge a big story they end up expiring beforehand? Karen Silkwood was the first known instance of this "fluke" association, and now Carl Rove's email burying computer systems administrator was having a crisis of confidence and he ends up deceased through an supposed aircraft accident. There is just too many of these events going on to be anything but arranged IMHO. This story from At Largely tells of Mike Connell and Larisa Alexandrovna is careful not to call this a conspiracy like any responsible journalist. Call me irresponsible if you like, but after finding out that nothing in my life was unarranged (it seems, especially since 2002), then one comes to the realization that one can be manipulated and commandeered much like a mechanical object without so much as a clue that it was happening, just as I write this. If the perps can have me drive down a one-way street in the wrong direction in one example, then at another time, have me resume driving through a red light after stopping at it, (other road traffic cleared in both instances), and even have me start to cross a street on foot when there is an oncoming vehicle, (they had me stop and turn back), then anyone can be mindfucked into any actions whatsover, as even the concept of one's own personal safety can also be remotely manipulated.

Call me a conspiracist if that helps, but I didn't become one until immersed in this outrageous mind and life raping exercise and was led to a number of coincidences as to the arrangement of my circumstances with other events in the news. I think there is far more manipulation of events going on that we realize. My high school physics teacher responded to a question once, saying "if you control gravity, you control the entire world". Well, guess what; I see and experience extra-conventional gravitic manipulations every day, and it is dynamically applied, often in response to what I am doing at the time. And should I go off script and be in a position to say, get through a door faster than they planned, I will find myself dithered as to which key is what and expend cognitive effort in a never before way, attempting to figure out what key goes where when this was basic knowledge. The last time something like that happened was in 2005.

And I see that my featureless icon bar in Blogger has become more disfunctional, as the provision for inclusion of pictures has been messed with. Yesterday's photos might be the last ones for a while as Blogger has been slowly degraded on me.

2100h
More manipulations; throat clearing for no reason and then coincident street shouting starts up. Then a forced fart with the armrests of my chair clicking away, one on each side, and no matter if I wasn't leaning on them at the time. These "self clicking" armrests have started doing this since 2004 and my complaints about the lack of authenticity have falled on deaf ears.

I am being rendered restless and without activity to do; it seems that the perps like to have me be idle, and yet be restless at the same time. I have never figured out their need to enforce no work periods; many a summer job had a spell where there was absolutely nothing to do, often covered up as weather downtime (couldn't fly the only vehicle, the helicopter) or as crewing problems. It is totally bizarre, and I won't suggest for a minute that today's deteriorating economy is planned by the perps, but they are certainly able to readily capitalize on events that might not have their fingerprints on them.

2250h
I got lost in a digital photography site, getting my knowledge of these updated, though I don't expect to be purchasing one, ever. My one Panasonic camera that "survived" the street assault must be my assigned camera for the perps. I have no complaints, and the hobby might interest me if I get all my archive pictures scanned one day. The same deal though; nothing much is affordable at current disability allowance, no matter how one cuts it. And the perps just love to run their victims into debt, and I just might pull out of it in a year if current trends continue of having a 1 hr. x 6 day per week job.

Enough of this rambling, and time to sign off.

A Helicopter Moment

1130h
A high harassment morning so far, beginning with a 10.5 hour sleep, back to that bullshit again it seems. The latest game is to thwack me in the ears, creating noise at my ears, sometimes both at once, and then having me become enraged over that. As always, the very favorite moments for fucking me around are the application and eating of peanut butter and jam on toast, and then in the shower to crank me up before shaving. Same old tiresome fuckery for the want of a cooperative subject, my "reward" for being one for 47 years, a lifetime, before the overt harassment started up in 2002. Thankless fucking assholes, everyone, and every shill.

1705h
I am back from an elaborately organized event in conjunction with my parents' and doing some pruning and thinning on their backyard, as directed. And while loping and cutting branches the overhead helicopter, a large Sikorsky-like chopper was doing its holding pattern. I had the same helicopter "loitering" over me when walking to the gym yesterday. There was plenty of other aircraft noise, "neighbor" noise and the ubiquitous road traffic noise, even down to the absurd buzzy Vespa noise that I constantly get at my apartment. That such a vehicle was coursing by their residential property was ridiculous. And true to form, at the moment of cutting the brance or stump an extra noise sounded off, just to make sure I knew I was being monitored. This is obviously a big perp event, attending to plant maintenance, and I should be clear that this activity is not new for me.

The perps had me owning a hobby farm from 1998 to 2000, and there was an acre of kiwi fruit on it. I got professional help in pruning the kiwi plants, and undertook this each year in January. Needless to say, there was a large volume of cut branches to pick up, and as my then wife was demonstrating her inability to maintain the property, the work fell to me. Anyhow, there wasn't any coordinated noise going off then, nor was there helicopters buzzing overhead. But now, it is overt harassment, and for some reason, the perps find the act of pruning tree branches to be big fun.

The arrangement was that my mother had a do downtown, so she drove down and I took the vehicle back to her place and began the garden work. Later, my father arrived back from his adult daycare, and I drove down with him and picked up my mother, drove to my place and swapped out again, she taking the vehicle back to her place. No bus, no fuss. And of course it was a massive vehicular and ambulatory gangstalk the entire length of my driving there and back.

I had at least one instance of alternating red vehicles in file; red, silver grey, red, white, red, dark green, then a black colored vehicle. In other locations I had five deep blue vehicles around me in slightly varying hues, and then some blue-green vehicles after that. My mother was on about not driving too fast as the "police" were out on traffic duty. Not quite; they put on at least three separate siren shows with flashing blue and red lights, often seen through multiple vehicle windshields, all before I got halfway back. A total bullshit show all to have coordinated lights and noise for me to hear. There was the usual lane closures when driving, this is normal now. Other spectacular silliness was having jaywalkers, often elderly ones, crossing six lane wide thoroughfares within a 100' of the traffic controlled intersection. One of these fuckers "happened" to walk in front of me while stopped at the light, carrying his perp standard issue white piece of paper with him as color and material reference dressed in his avocado green colored jacket. This entire jaywalking bullshit is getting worse, and blatantly needless, save more malevolent objectives, per perp games.

Anyhow, I reckon the vehicular gangstalking count was at least 1,200 and much more if the parked vehicles, even in parking lots, was as ordered as I think it was. Even the residential areas, largely built up and of static population were overloaded with large flushes of color coordinated vehicles, with the now usual fuckery of having them running red lights.

And lo, if there wasn't a fire alarm "test" scheduled today, from 0900h to 1600h, and the notice posted only today. And that the alarm testing took place in the last half hour when I got back. First they had the alarms sound before I entered the building, having been in my parent's vehicle at the curb explaining my gardening accomplishments, then a black leather coated blonde woman gangstalking in the lobby, and then the alarms went off again when I was in the elevator, upbound. The alarm "testing" went on innumerable times for the next half hour, and finally petered out just ahead of having tea and chocolate. I have never seen/heard fire alarm testing go on for so long, and can only assume it is only a more blatant extension of what the perps have organized in all my past apartments, the diligent assholes that they are.

2115h
That I get scripted to look at conspiracy news is not new, but the perps are putting on a blatant noisestalking while reading about the cover-up associated with Hurricane Andrew in Dade County, Florida in 1992. It was a precedent for the games that went on with Hurricane Katrina, except that it was covert. I suspect that the Hurrican Katrina event was made to look incompetent as an example of future disasters to come; much of the perp stuff comes with evident manipulations designed for public discussion. The 9/11 tragedies is the same; the government appeared to be at least complicit in allowing it to happen, and makes no bones about it. It has the mark of significant and covert planning about it, and some 6 years later there still isn't any definitive answers from investigators. Anyhow, this game of being set-up to read about possible perp deeds of the past in the guise of natural disasters while they hammer the ceiling overhead, put on "neighbor" water use in on/off forms, add noise of loud mufflered vehicles and other noises is nothing new. I have to wonder why it is that they like me to read about their past deeds. And if I don't believe them, and think that it was a natural event, they will bring on a series of web pieces that are reasonably cogent and that paint a darker picture that I didn't want to believe. The same for the 9/11 events; with all this harassment, I did not want to entertain yet more conspiratorial stories. So, week by week, "I" (read, mind controlled me) "found" innumerable stories about how there were so many anomalies about how things were reported. Anyhow, this "disaster conpiracy" is a big part of the perp games.

2040h
A comment on Comments; I am getting more of these of late, and that is good, knowing that I am being read by someone. BUT the way Blogspot is set up, and after accepting the comments, I cannot find the attached blog posting to reply to the comments. In other words, I cannot reply to a comment until it is published, but when that happens, I cannot find it. Or at least that is what "happens" to me. So, for all those who make comments, I will publish them if they are relevant and coherent, and I will reply if one is needed nearly in all cases, IF I CAN FIND THE PUBLISHED COMMENT. In other words, do not feel slighted that I did not reply as my version of Blogspot has been sabotaged in some way to make this highly problematic for me.

2225h
I have been delving into the chamber of psychiatrist horrors; Goytlieb, Gittinger, Orme, Greene Wilson, Ewen Cameron to varying degrees of noise stalking as I encountered these or other names. I wonder what my connection is to these assholes, if any. It is truly criminal what they did to unsuspecting individuals, the Glickman case being the most egregious.

I have had about ten "on demand" (not mine, someone else's) fruit flies suddently erupt in front of me tonight and pass in front of my LCD display, all on very consistent trajectories as well. Time to blog off and call this day done.