03-25-2013
A day of infuriation at all the things that went wrong; three different wine pumps failed to pump the wine, and of course the fittings were different and had to be swapped around. Even correctly sized NPT fittings didn't fit and I had to get my boss to muscle on fittings. Given that it is a Monday, and the perps like to arrange a full-on adverstiy assault, they succeeded. As with the now usual, I get to fume in hoarse whispers out of earshot of anybody (save the cat) so nothing is heard. (The son-in-law later corroborated my lack of success with the dedicated wine pump and its fundamental inability to lift more than 5'.) So..., 1,000 liters of wine had to be bailed by buckets into the new tank.
And per recent adversity activities, the perps made sure I missed my Monday yoga class, the cute and trim pixie. That is, no beer gut or skinhead (male).
And apart from one incident, the perps suddenly laid off the harassment in the evening when I got back from work.
03-26-2013
More wine pump hassle again; it wouldn't pump with the liquid from 8' up -I could of siphoned it if the hose wasn't so large, 3/4"ID.
And I see the roadworks of last fall has been resumed; a mile of a new section of asphalt on my way back from work- always exciting for the perps.
A major cleaning job; 10 drums of apple juice, or former apple juice, to clean up; using a plastic bristle brush on a plastic surface. And as of some 4 weeks ago, the perps had me swap my two year old natural bristle tooth brush for a plastic bristle one from the dentist, the perps seem to be moving onto new territory.
I see that my boss has started the East Indian (from India) contractor personnel to do the tie-downs of the pruned vines. One being a white bearded and turbaned act hanging around, always erupting in the odd glimpse I may make in his direction, and even arranging his lunch break at the same time, and it was a late lunch at 1300h. The perps fucked me into not knowing what a turban looked like for crissakes; he exited the vehicle upon arriving and the perps totally blanked me out as to what I was looking at. Given that headwear of most kinds gets my immediate attention, (read, Unfavored item/look as a result of subconscious traumatization associations, aka abreactions), this was a significant never-before cognitive impairment event indeed.
03-27-2013
Back to the constant vexation front, continuing from Monday; a new wine filter was put into use for the second time and I was given a high dose of visual cognitive fuckery in setting the wine filter up, somehow not knowing the difference between an end plate and a middle plate.
BUTthis time the wine filter leaked and shot jets of water 4' away, either side. I have no freaking idea why it didn't work, though it seemed the plastic plates to hold the pads were not sufficiently connected, and were warping. The boss didn't seem too impressed, but he acted as if there was other stuff bugging him too.
And the turban act kept hanging around, being outside 10' from the door when I first opened it. He is the only E. Indian working the vines today, presumably to give him more "hang time" (as in hang-around, as a gangstalking freak)without the other two women. For their part, they put on these face masks and fabric draped down from the back of their neck, from a cap usually. It is March for crissakes, I don't think these are tanning days yet (at the 49 degree parallel).
The perps were nuts with vehicular gangstalking on the way back with this new section of just-paved road. Yesterday it was a single 3" thickness, today, it was two layers deep, 6", but only 3" on the other side. In the asphalt follies/fuckery, this too was a big event.
And many more much more brown vehicles today, and a rare first; contra-concentric brown vehicles, one turning L, the other R 90 degrees offset, though both light brown, one tan metallic, the other a more greenish brown. For the brown colored vehicles this is a very rare event. Playing these games with red colored vehicles has been going on for over ten years now.
I finally did make it to yoga this week after a 11 absence. They pulled an instructor switcheroo again, putting the fugly dude instructor on instead of the Irish woman. And a significantly larger tattoo-ed representation; four full-arm + chest fugly tattooed class members and one tattoo-lite. And two males in the class, one of whom needed to show me his furry arm pits. And have I mentioned how often I loathe the sight of tattoos (read, Unfavored sight) and mention their highly frequent display in my proximity? Nearly every blog this year now.
03-28-2013
The couple who own the vineyard had a rousing 20 min. slanging matchthis morning. I departed at noon to reduce my hours to 80 per two weeks, the oft-mentioned requirement should I build any up to adverse circumstances like pumps and cleaning "happening" late in the day.
So it was a rare weekday visit to get my hair cut and a leg wax too. The asphalt games were on again; not only with extensive waiting for the one lane to proceed on the mile of new road surface, but also a 2' wide section of driveway outside this motel residence was removed for an imminent paving job. Like WTF; no advance notice of a driveway blockage, and here was a 4" high cut out that had been filled with gravel for the last two weeks. And by the time I got back, it was being finished with the compactor.
Though this time I went to an adjacent vitamin store for drink additives and lo,
this woman with a split shoulder/arm dress with freaking ugly tattoos on
the intervening skin. Not just fugly, but frightful.
And perhaps all the prior events were reason enough for a full-on eruption of perp/yobos and their revelry by yelling outside tonight. After a 11 day absence of this public behavior outside my place, this sudden outbreak tonight with yelling and threatening going on too. (As in threatening to phone the police -what I overheard coming from downstairs, not me doing it).
This raucous racket seemed designed to accompany me reading Soul Picnic, a biography on Laura Nyro. And too, to accompany me listening to her music as well.
Onto tanning tonight; extra semi-trailers were out tonight; three yellows, one navy blue tractor unit, all at 2000h, way too busy for a small town of 35k. At the tanning salon there was a cluster fuck of vehicles (10 or so) outside and a hanger-about in the lobby, all too busy for a Thursday evening one hour before closing. They put on a fat girl with extra heavy cleavage to get my attention all the more to attend to my booking and run out to prepare the room while I was paying via debit card. And surely I have mentioned financial transaction stalking before, and how the perps like to take the money side of it out and have points as currency instead? Just to think, all those points/customer loyalty programs might be doing the perp's bidding.
Other related perp fuckery; I "forgot" to cut my mails on my R hand after doing my L hand this morning. Never in my life have I "forgotten" to attend to both hands equally until today. And they didn't let me find out until this evening. Then I cut my nails on my R hand, and lo, if I didn't "discover" I missed my R thumb, ordinarily the very first fingernail I cut when doing the whole hand, which I always do. And as the perps like to create asymmetrical energy signatures, be it clothes, furniture or anything else, it stands to reason they are fishing for something related to nail cutters and whatever else goes with it.
Another Thursday event is that my room is made up, and due to above mentioned ructions I ended up lying on the bed this in an attempt to find a noise free area. (No such luck as they moved the noise inside and from below). Which was identical to last week, they starting something up outside on Thursday evening and I retreated to the bed, made up by the housekeeper but not yet slept in.
03-30-2013
Skipping Good Friday (yesterday), a national holiday, though I worked at the vineyard and winery. The daughter, son-in-law and two young children came to visit and pump out 900 liters of cider into a pallet tank they brought round and I helped out until the pump (theirs) got set up. As the truck and trailer were parked where I was to be working, I went vine pruning for a few hours until it was done. There is a family feud going on, and that caused the female of the owning couple to leave in advance of the arrival of family, and come back when they were gone. It seemed that this was the nub of the two day's ago slanging match. All this emotional wrangling and angst, and IMHO, arranged for me to at least overhear it, though not the specific words and issues.
And for the very first time, telepathically delivered "threats"; if you buy an headphone amp/DAC then we will take you down. Well.., the very folks/fools who planted this sudden ambition to get my computer file audio act together (after a decade of doing squat, and having headphones and CD players incessantly sabotaged) are now threatening me. How stupid is that?
Besides, given the ongoing volume control and audio playing conflict that passes for normal (for me, in a high sabotage existence) in the Windows environment, I want a dedicated playing device with a volume control, and that limits the field significantly. Plus, I want some decent storage, like 300Gb, and all that just isn't available right now, and I don't want to be locked into the Apple MP3 ipod environment either. And furthermore, I want to be able to play lossless FLAC files in my vehicle too, and there are no automotive players that do this at present. Go figure, but plan on me being "feature fraught" for the next two more years (or more) over having true audio file playing portability with a single non-proprietary lossless file format (FLAC) and without the ergonomic nightmare of Windows or any other generic computer. The Android phone with the Poweramp app comes close apart from being a generic device and plays FLAC files but the storage is limited to a 64Gb removable card. The Anstell & Kern player comes closest, save the limited storage capability.
One can be sure that the above will last at least two more years until all my audio purist and ergonomic requirements are met. And ditto; all these fussy purist audiophile notions also were planted in mind by
the same folks who have begun the above faux threats nonsense. Besides, they can take me down for whatever reason at any time of their chosing and whatever life aspect; health, financial, logistical etc. Often I wonder if they might re-program me in my sleep so that I would be a totally different person and not even know it upon awakening, and that includes recognizing one's self in the mirror. I believe they can now do this given the increased cognitive "failure" events (i.e. remotely applied neural manipulation) I have come to know in recent years.
And the most loathed mechanical sound that I know of, is now beginning to ramp up; that would be the Harley Davidson motorcycle noise, and the funny louts that ride these things are now arriving early than last year. It was mid-April when they invaded and drove by, some 4 per minute on weekends, but have now erupted outside where I live and the semi-rural vineyard area.
Other musings; the vison perturbing masers and light flashes have increased over the past few months; very often there is a floating fuzzy black spot or toroid (doughnut shape) sitting exactly where I am to look or read. If I flick my head to look elsewhere, the full panalopy of masers and visual perturbances will arrive and become re-installed within a second or two, drifting into place as the perps would have it. Another variation is that a segment of a maser in lineal form, sits where I am looking at an edge and slowly moves off it. An example of the latter when doing the nightly ear hair pluck (R ear is 20x more prolific than the L ear for whatever reason), a half inch long maser sits on the edge of my ear as seen in the mirror and slowly lifts off from it, free floating in space. Usually I swap ears and look for hairs there to avoid seeing the maser any more.
A near shut-in Saturday when it was nice outside. I had at least three unimportant errands to do today, and I got screwed out of all of them.
My internet access is acting up again; yesterday a forced relocation of my USB aerial so it now blocks the audio jack, and again tonight as it keeps getting disconnected for some strange reason. Nothing wrong with the cell phone service from the same ISP though.
But plenty of time for reading, Soul Picnic: The Music and Passion of Laura Nyro. I have followed her music since 1970 on and off, though never saw her live on this side of North America. A inspiring person and gone way too soon at age 49 of ovarian cancer, identical to her mother's demise in age and condition.
When finishing a book, especially a biography, I get extra perp harassment attention; some shaking of this place, ostensibly from door slamming of neighbors, aircraft noise, loud muffler noise and sexual activity from downstairs.
03-31-2013
A hike today, getting out early (by recent standards) to the trailhead by 1000h. A glorious day, and only contrail clouds out, of which there were many to slice and dice the sky into perp manageable pieces of color (my theory). But as my printer gets sabotaged when I print maps, I have got out of the habit, (read, perp neural influencing), of always taking one. This was cause enough to send me the wrong way for some 3km, but at least I got a near full day of hiking. Last week's hike in more difficult terrain was a carbon copy; going the wrong way is now a perp imperative. I noticed that one dog was scared of me for no reason, so maybe I am encased in a white light or something, such as other TI's have determined with their cameras. (They cannot see it, but the camera does).
I had my same color metallic maroon red vehicular gangstalkers in each direction, one taking over from the next in the identical colored vehicle. And what is this deliberate "get in my way" stunt going on, where the vehicle is parked at the side or shoulder, sees me maybe a 100m back, and then proceeds to drive along the road shoulder until their speed is comparable to mine, and only then gets in front of me? This "curb crawling" driving behavior was most noticeable in parking lots and city streets, but has now "graduated" up to highways where it seems so obvious.
And too, a stream of silver-grey vehicles ahead of me, say five, and one embedded metallic maroon red vehicle two ahead, and the vehicle immediately in front does obstruction duty by hiding the red vehicle for longer than normal. The usual stunt is to move from center line to shoulder line to block the vehicle and then a slow calculated reveal. Bizarre, save that it is so utterly consistent.
Enough of the weekly rambling and time to post this one.
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Sunday, March 31, 2013
Friday, June 15, 2007
No Shower, Shampoo or Shave Allowed
1300h
And for "some reason" this did not get published on 06-15-2007, the create date, as I had directed last night. And as I got a fair minded and considerate comment to which I cannot reply to as the Comment Posting command in Blogspot "failed" (after crafting one), I will use this opportunity to re-edit with a new and positive perspective, supplied by my one loyal reader.
No morning routine was allowed at my parent's place when I got up after a bogus ten hour sleep. (That is, I normally sleep 8 hours and "somehow" it became 10.) The soap and shaving products appear to give the perps problems for remote assaying of my energetics, as there are no end of masers and plasma beams coursing around me then, through the shower stream, and off my face and then toward the mirror. The perps now intercept the shower water by creating leaks in the supply and/or redirection valve; this has happened in the past and current three locations where I have taken showers. These unabashed magnetic energy concentrations are being created and spatially directed more during these activities than any other time of day for all of the locations that I frequent. I also suspect the titanium oxide filler in the toothpaste also has unique properties in light energy (and other energies, I suspect) scattering. New locations that I stay at are always heavily plasma-ed and masered.
I had stayed over at my parent's place last night in the aid of driving them to a school concert where my daughter was performing. And lo, if another round of games wasn't arranged for today, as their vehicle "needed" to be taken in this morning for a repair, as the engine light (yellow) came on. When the perps organize the three of us, aka the First Feral Family, they put on extra events to protract their color and noisestalking games.
I drove them to the Ford dealership, one that has been the site of past protracted vehicle check-ins, and it wasn't any different this time. The parking was tightened down, and that meant a pointless back and forth excursion along a lane of parked vehicles, with the lane end egress blocked off. An operative had already "walked by" (aka ambulatory gangstalking) while I was looking for the elusive parking stall, and he became the driver of a "just vacated" as stall in the second lane of parked vehicles, driving a mid-grey Ford Escort to vacate the stall. Such luck, especially since the parking at the Customer Service area has been reconfigured more than twice in the some 6 prior trips I have made in this circumstance.
One apparent attraction for the perps for these Ford Customer Service area visitation is that they have it ringed with tire displays; below the service counters, a rack at the entrance and other tires in various aspects on the cardinal directions in x, y and z coordinates. As mentioned in past blogs, the perps have a problem with assaying rubber products, and past vehicle "tire problems" have borne that out. And that includes "faulty" alignment settings on the front wheels which necessitated a new set far in advance of normal tire wear on the rear wheels. In the long past, when I was working for a forest products company I would have a tire "failure" every week, for at least 8 weeks running, far more than anyone else.
And when at the Ford dealership, lo, if the triple demographically compliant Ford service assistant wasn't already outside when we walked to the service area, gangstalking us first outside, and then for more than 20 minutes of "check-in time" while he putzed around, getting the codes wrong, getting into explanations ($80 to screw the gas tank on correctly which could set off a fuel pressure sensor), and then my mother adding a bullshit item onto the list late in the show, "causing" another round of printing etc.
The three demographic categories to which the service technician belonged was brown skin, a bald pate and speaking with a British accent. He had also overdone his cologne, and it was a disgusting smell that was coming off him from time to time. I reckon the perps drove this smell into my nose at the time, and they later gave me a shot of it at my place an hour later, after I showered, shaved and washed my hair. My hair gets greasy overnight now when it never did before. The lie of my hair after a night's sleep is identical every morning; "combed" forward and up at the sides, since 04-15-2002.
All the while at the Ford dealership's customer service area, the on-off Mr. Dark Green Coat and Mrs. Brown Coat loitered behind us, split apart, came together, split apart again, did their backs-to-me poses, then one-in-front-of-the-other poses, then a swap of their respective positions, and the rest of the color coordinated bullshit that defines the new "normal" for being hounded 24/7. This seems to be more common of late; putting absurd she-him gangstalking couples together, and then having behave disparately, and then not. And too, they are usually color coordinated in the "hot gangstalking colors" of the day; dark green, dark red, and mid-brown tones. The perps went silly on yellow yesterday, likely because I was wearing a yellow-green shirt that is bisected by 1/4" squares of some kind of wicking fabric.
All the while, other strange dudes, especially those with white hair and beards also paraded around, and one was on lounging duty the entire time at the far end of the Ford customer service area, some 30' distant. He too, was indulging in the latest perp behavior; the arm extension stunt. They put on all manner of socially conventional ways, or moderately irregular ways, to have their arms extended, with the only oddity being that so many of the operatives are doing this. Another tip-off is the profusion of these Tilley-like hats of late. There is either something I intrinsically loathe about these, or else the fuckers have be managed/controlled to react to them. I am not sure which, and I don't know of any "big hat" traumatizations from the long past the assholes may have put me through.
Last night the Feral Family went to see my daughter perform in her year end recital at her highschool (Grade 11). My ex was there, and she had plenty of uncharacteristically foul garlic breath for me to inhale whenever the perps saw fit. I assume that was another smell jamming stunt, as more followed, per above, today.
It was a good show in the school auditorium, as some 400 people were in attendance, a near full house. There was one staff member who did an operatic piece titled "Monica", a name that has aroused curiousity by way of perp intrusion, though I won't explain it. Another alumnus sang two numbers and a solo by one of the choir members was also very good. As always, there were plenty of plasma flashes and ghostings for the first twenty minutes or so, all while the perps do their color testing and response profiling of me. The woman in front swapped seats at least three times, and made sure to squirm in the seats enough to cause them to move and bang on my knees. I would call this a sensation-to-energetics correlation mapping from my harried perpsective in experiencing this all the time. This woman also introduced a shiny light blue leather handbag with metal studs in it onto the empty seat in front of me for the latter half of the show. Leather is a common referencing fabric the perps like to introduce, likely for its embedded metal salts and their energetic interactions.
And I am getting the usual plasma and maser games as I type this, but while at the school recital last night I did experience a strange vision "problem" that suggested the perps have at least another year of harassing me over in their plans. At about 35 minutes into the concert, my vision went a little dark and pixellated momentarily, and I vaguely felt different after that. I figured this was when they invaded my vision so they could take it over and control it and all the associations of objects that I see, and not just read it, which is what they can, and have, done all my life. After that, there were more "flarings" and related visual events, as if I were seeing a film instead, with its technical shortcomings.
1840h
I cannot get time to catch up and journal all the goings on of yesterday and today, but perhaps now. The perp's gave me another forced nap at 1600h for an hour and a quarter. I did not need this sleep as the assholes had already gave me a 10 hour sleep last night.
Then the perps hit me with a "need" to put on my earmuffs as they started a squeaking noise up, and after a minute or so, they brought on a boom box stereo noise that is creating this deep bass sound that "somehow" penetrates my hearing protection (ear muffs). Now both noises are playing simultaneously, and then some voices from the hallway have been layered on top of that. Normally I don't do blogging when I have the earmuffs on as the assholes then cause the keyboard noise to also penetrate the hearing protection.
I suspect the real reason for any notion of needing my earmuffs is that they are a deep metallic green color, one of the perps favorite gangstalking colors after black, white and silver grey. And the earmuffs are constructed of plastic, a substance that appears to cause the perps significant problems with their remotely applied neural intrusion games as they place no end of this substance in all its variants, e.g. plexiglas, carbonate plastics, polyethylene etc in my proximity. Not my problem, so why am I being fucked over for it?
I saw the doctor in the afternoon today, and it was the usual pathetic event, he claiming that the reason for trying omega 3 fatty acid supplements was for "brain lubrication". If I hear him lapse into this dumfuck metaphor for which I have already castigated him for in a past appointment, I will scream in his face.
The perps pulled a major blatant piece of gangstalking after I exited the doctor's office; they had a patient "just loitering" outside the doctor's office where all staff offices are behind secured doors. So how did a "patient" on the loose get there? Worse yet, this fucker fitted two demographics of this harassment epic; he was brown skinned and had a bald shiny head. There is something I cannot stand of late, and I suspect the perps are creating this reaction, and it is bald headed shills/operatives, and their heads are getting more reflective for some reason. Then this gangstalker arranged himself to almost step into the very location I was about to, then he backed off. He gave me the stare for no reason, as why would he be there? He was in a mid-blue jacket which had further ramifications seconds later as I found out. And, his degree of brown skin was the same as the Ford service technician (as above), though he was in a light blue shirt.
Upon exiting the building, one of my pre-appointment waiting room retard gangstalkers in a blue jacket was now outside the doors in the daylight. This operative had been putting on the stupid act with his "assistant" the entire time and making plenty of noise with the highly varied objects in his many pockets. After my appointment of some 15 minutes duration, I walked past the waiting area to exit, and the responsible "keeper" (of the retard in blue) was still in his seat, but instead of having a black beard and hair, it was now white! No shit, I don't make this stuff up.
I got the usual freakshow when walking to the doctor's office, as well as the vehicular gangstalking which I reckon was the "usual" 500 to 800 vehicles. The perps are going for more dark greys now, and offer more color variety in one pod vehicle formations . I have had at least three redi-mix truck stalkings today, and at least two recently poured concrete sidewalk slabs on my route as well.
And as I type this I am getting consistent and repeated white light flashes from the perps that are coming from outside and are falling across this LCD while I type.
And as I bitch about the incursions above, the perps just published this posting to the blog prematurely, and changed the Blogspot display to reflect that. Normally the perps cause these kinds of "blunders" by forcing my fingers to do something they weren't going to do, and then add their command in the middle of a "keystroke error".
Yesterday while at the Oak Bay Recreation Center I got the bigtime vehicular gangstalking from the Oak Bay Fire Department truck. When I lived in this municipality of Victoria they would put on their dark red trucks at night, to "drive by" me while out jogging. Yesterday, they were back at it; they drove their ladder truck past me four times; when I was on the street, within a block of the recreation center, then when I was inside at the windows on the treadmill, then again when I was in the E. most area that was lit by artificial lighting, and then dinally when I was halfway between the window and the E. most area. Additionally, they switched on some orange lights on the side panel of their truck, likely as a reference for a brighter red color. I have never seen the perps put on such a concerted and analytical display of vehicular gangstalking before, but the color of the fire truck fits the current pattern of them being fixated in this variation of red.
And as it so "happened", when taking my parents to the Ford dealership, the assholes put on another dark red firetruck, this one from the Municipality of Saanich. This time, they had both my parents and me to sample, as we were in the same vehicle. This followed having four same color deep metallic red vehicles in file ahead of me in traffic. Then one of the red vehicles in transit "disappeared" from this string when we were was aligned in a single direction.
And in this city, the perps are blessed (or created) the situation that the Victoria City fire department trucks are a specific yellow, as it is said to be superior for visual detection. I have mentioned in past blogs that the City fire department is "extra busy" on their drives, or less often, their "emergencies", anytime I walk past their #1 station on Yates street on my way to various appointments, as they are nearly all in that direction. And, as it so happens, the five municipalities that make up Victoria are under orders to look at how they can amalgamate their emergency services as a single entity, which might be the begining of total municipal amalgamation. But as the perps enjoy the variance of the differing colors and livery of these vehicles, and likely even drive them when on gangstalking duty, I don't see citywide services amalgamation happening anytime soon.
After my parent's Ford Escape was dropped off, we took a cab downtown and my parents went on to do their banking, and I split to get to my apartment, only a block away. It seemed like the perps had arranged my gangstalking route by power washing the sidewalk some days earlier, and with the persistent light rain that was falling, they put on the flush of weirds and freaks. The "Plastic Bag People" were on me, as was the Coffee Corps. In the former case, there is a profusion of ambulatory gangstalkers packing one or more white plastic shopping bags to the level of absurd looking, and in the case of the latter, the operatives carry their coffee around with the cup held in front of them, which may even look normal, except that there are so many. My take on this is that they need to obtain remote energy readings for white, and plastic, and for brown, colors and contents of some of our body components (or pollutants). I finally did get showered, shampooed and shaved at 1030h this morning. I suspect that today's stunt in having me "oversleep" by 2 extra hours and the drive and gangstalk event at the protracted Ford dealership without any direct exposure to soaps or other substances was likely the Big Event (stunt) for the week.
2300h
I got some vision impairment for the last hour, but not enough to force me to stop looking at sixties movies here.
Time to blog off for the day and call this a posting, such as it is.
And again, re-edited 1750h, 06-16-2007
And for "some reason" this did not get published on 06-15-2007, the create date, as I had directed last night. And as I got a fair minded and considerate comment to which I cannot reply to as the Comment Posting command in Blogspot "failed" (after crafting one), I will use this opportunity to re-edit with a new and positive perspective, supplied by my one loyal reader.
No morning routine was allowed at my parent's place when I got up after a bogus ten hour sleep. (That is, I normally sleep 8 hours and "somehow" it became 10.) The soap and shaving products appear to give the perps problems for remote assaying of my energetics, as there are no end of masers and plasma beams coursing around me then, through the shower stream, and off my face and then toward the mirror. The perps now intercept the shower water by creating leaks in the supply and/or redirection valve; this has happened in the past and current three locations where I have taken showers. These unabashed magnetic energy concentrations are being created and spatially directed more during these activities than any other time of day for all of the locations that I frequent. I also suspect the titanium oxide filler in the toothpaste also has unique properties in light energy (and other energies, I suspect) scattering. New locations that I stay at are always heavily plasma-ed and masered.
I had stayed over at my parent's place last night in the aid of driving them to a school concert where my daughter was performing. And lo, if another round of games wasn't arranged for today, as their vehicle "needed" to be taken in this morning for a repair, as the engine light (yellow) came on. When the perps organize the three of us, aka the First Feral Family, they put on extra events to protract their color and noisestalking games.
I drove them to the Ford dealership, one that has been the site of past protracted vehicle check-ins, and it wasn't any different this time. The parking was tightened down, and that meant a pointless back and forth excursion along a lane of parked vehicles, with the lane end egress blocked off. An operative had already "walked by" (aka ambulatory gangstalking) while I was looking for the elusive parking stall, and he became the driver of a "just vacated" as stall in the second lane of parked vehicles, driving a mid-grey Ford Escort to vacate the stall. Such luck, especially since the parking at the Customer Service area has been reconfigured more than twice in the some 6 prior trips I have made in this circumstance.
One apparent attraction for the perps for these Ford Customer Service area visitation is that they have it ringed with tire displays; below the service counters, a rack at the entrance and other tires in various aspects on the cardinal directions in x, y and z coordinates. As mentioned in past blogs, the perps have a problem with assaying rubber products, and past vehicle "tire problems" have borne that out. And that includes "faulty" alignment settings on the front wheels which necessitated a new set far in advance of normal tire wear on the rear wheels. In the long past, when I was working for a forest products company I would have a tire "failure" every week, for at least 8 weeks running, far more than anyone else.
And when at the Ford dealership, lo, if the triple demographically compliant Ford service assistant wasn't already outside when we walked to the service area, gangstalking us first outside, and then for more than 20 minutes of "check-in time" while he putzed around, getting the codes wrong, getting into explanations ($80 to screw the gas tank on correctly which could set off a fuel pressure sensor), and then my mother adding a bullshit item onto the list late in the show, "causing" another round of printing etc.
The three demographic categories to which the service technician belonged was brown skin, a bald pate and speaking with a British accent. He had also overdone his cologne, and it was a disgusting smell that was coming off him from time to time. I reckon the perps drove this smell into my nose at the time, and they later gave me a shot of it at my place an hour later, after I showered, shaved and washed my hair. My hair gets greasy overnight now when it never did before. The lie of my hair after a night's sleep is identical every morning; "combed" forward and up at the sides, since 04-15-2002.
All the while at the Ford dealership's customer service area, the on-off Mr. Dark Green Coat and Mrs. Brown Coat loitered behind us, split apart, came together, split apart again, did their backs-to-me poses, then one-in-front-of-the-other poses, then a swap of their respective positions, and the rest of the color coordinated bullshit that defines the new "normal" for being hounded 24/7. This seems to be more common of late; putting absurd she-him gangstalking couples together, and then having behave disparately, and then not. And too, they are usually color coordinated in the "hot gangstalking colors" of the day; dark green, dark red, and mid-brown tones. The perps went silly on yellow yesterday, likely because I was wearing a yellow-green shirt that is bisected by 1/4" squares of some kind of wicking fabric.
All the while, other strange dudes, especially those with white hair and beards also paraded around, and one was on lounging duty the entire time at the far end of the Ford customer service area, some 30' distant. He too, was indulging in the latest perp behavior; the arm extension stunt. They put on all manner of socially conventional ways, or moderately irregular ways, to have their arms extended, with the only oddity being that so many of the operatives are doing this. Another tip-off is the profusion of these Tilley-like hats of late. There is either something I intrinsically loathe about these, or else the fuckers have be managed/controlled to react to them. I am not sure which, and I don't know of any "big hat" traumatizations from the long past the assholes may have put me through.
Last night the Feral Family went to see my daughter perform in her year end recital at her highschool (Grade 11). My ex was there, and she had plenty of uncharacteristically foul garlic breath for me to inhale whenever the perps saw fit. I assume that was another smell jamming stunt, as more followed, per above, today.
It was a good show in the school auditorium, as some 400 people were in attendance, a near full house. There was one staff member who did an operatic piece titled "Monica", a name that has aroused curiousity by way of perp intrusion, though I won't explain it. Another alumnus sang two numbers and a solo by one of the choir members was also very good. As always, there were plenty of plasma flashes and ghostings for the first twenty minutes or so, all while the perps do their color testing and response profiling of me. The woman in front swapped seats at least three times, and made sure to squirm in the seats enough to cause them to move and bang on my knees. I would call this a sensation-to-energetics correlation mapping from my harried perpsective in experiencing this all the time. This woman also introduced a shiny light blue leather handbag with metal studs in it onto the empty seat in front of me for the latter half of the show. Leather is a common referencing fabric the perps like to introduce, likely for its embedded metal salts and their energetic interactions.
And I am getting the usual plasma and maser games as I type this, but while at the school recital last night I did experience a strange vision "problem" that suggested the perps have at least another year of harassing me over in their plans. At about 35 minutes into the concert, my vision went a little dark and pixellated momentarily, and I vaguely felt different after that. I figured this was when they invaded my vision so they could take it over and control it and all the associations of objects that I see, and not just read it, which is what they can, and have, done all my life. After that, there were more "flarings" and related visual events, as if I were seeing a film instead, with its technical shortcomings.
1840h
I cannot get time to catch up and journal all the goings on of yesterday and today, but perhaps now. The perp's gave me another forced nap at 1600h for an hour and a quarter. I did not need this sleep as the assholes had already gave me a 10 hour sleep last night.
Then the perps hit me with a "need" to put on my earmuffs as they started a squeaking noise up, and after a minute or so, they brought on a boom box stereo noise that is creating this deep bass sound that "somehow" penetrates my hearing protection (ear muffs). Now both noises are playing simultaneously, and then some voices from the hallway have been layered on top of that. Normally I don't do blogging when I have the earmuffs on as the assholes then cause the keyboard noise to also penetrate the hearing protection.
I suspect the real reason for any notion of needing my earmuffs is that they are a deep metallic green color, one of the perps favorite gangstalking colors after black, white and silver grey. And the earmuffs are constructed of plastic, a substance that appears to cause the perps significant problems with their remotely applied neural intrusion games as they place no end of this substance in all its variants, e.g. plexiglas, carbonate plastics, polyethylene etc in my proximity. Not my problem, so why am I being fucked over for it?
I saw the doctor in the afternoon today, and it was the usual pathetic event, he claiming that the reason for trying omega 3 fatty acid supplements was for "brain lubrication". If I hear him lapse into this dumfuck metaphor for which I have already castigated him for in a past appointment, I will scream in his face.
The perps pulled a major blatant piece of gangstalking after I exited the doctor's office; they had a patient "just loitering" outside the doctor's office where all staff offices are behind secured doors. So how did a "patient" on the loose get there? Worse yet, this fucker fitted two demographics of this harassment epic; he was brown skinned and had a bald shiny head. There is something I cannot stand of late, and I suspect the perps are creating this reaction, and it is bald headed shills/operatives, and their heads are getting more reflective for some reason. Then this gangstalker arranged himself to almost step into the very location I was about to, then he backed off. He gave me the stare for no reason, as why would he be there? He was in a mid-blue jacket which had further ramifications seconds later as I found out. And, his degree of brown skin was the same as the Ford service technician (as above), though he was in a light blue shirt.
Upon exiting the building, one of my pre-appointment waiting room retard gangstalkers in a blue jacket was now outside the doors in the daylight. This operative had been putting on the stupid act with his "assistant" the entire time and making plenty of noise with the highly varied objects in his many pockets. After my appointment of some 15 minutes duration, I walked past the waiting area to exit, and the responsible "keeper" (of the retard in blue) was still in his seat, but instead of having a black beard and hair, it was now white! No shit, I don't make this stuff up.
I got the usual freakshow when walking to the doctor's office, as well as the vehicular gangstalking which I reckon was the "usual" 500 to 800 vehicles. The perps are going for more dark greys now, and offer more color variety in one pod vehicle formations . I have had at least three redi-mix truck stalkings today, and at least two recently poured concrete sidewalk slabs on my route as well.
And as I type this I am getting consistent and repeated white light flashes from the perps that are coming from outside and are falling across this LCD while I type.
And as I bitch about the incursions above, the perps just published this posting to the blog prematurely, and changed the Blogspot display to reflect that. Normally the perps cause these kinds of "blunders" by forcing my fingers to do something they weren't going to do, and then add their command in the middle of a "keystroke error".
Yesterday while at the Oak Bay Recreation Center I got the bigtime vehicular gangstalking from the Oak Bay Fire Department truck. When I lived in this municipality of Victoria they would put on their dark red trucks at night, to "drive by" me while out jogging. Yesterday, they were back at it; they drove their ladder truck past me four times; when I was on the street, within a block of the recreation center, then when I was inside at the windows on the treadmill, then again when I was in the E. most area that was lit by artificial lighting, and then dinally when I was halfway between the window and the E. most area. Additionally, they switched on some orange lights on the side panel of their truck, likely as a reference for a brighter red color. I have never seen the perps put on such a concerted and analytical display of vehicular gangstalking before, but the color of the fire truck fits the current pattern of them being fixated in this variation of red.
And as it so "happened", when taking my parents to the Ford dealership, the assholes put on another dark red firetruck, this one from the Municipality of Saanich. This time, they had both my parents and me to sample, as we were in the same vehicle. This followed having four same color deep metallic red vehicles in file ahead of me in traffic. Then one of the red vehicles in transit "disappeared" from this string when we were was aligned in a single direction.
And in this city, the perps are blessed (or created) the situation that the Victoria City fire department trucks are a specific yellow, as it is said to be superior for visual detection. I have mentioned in past blogs that the City fire department is "extra busy" on their drives, or less often, their "emergencies", anytime I walk past their #1 station on Yates street on my way to various appointments, as they are nearly all in that direction. And, as it so happens, the five municipalities that make up Victoria are under orders to look at how they can amalgamate their emergency services as a single entity, which might be the begining of total municipal amalgamation. But as the perps enjoy the variance of the differing colors and livery of these vehicles, and likely even drive them when on gangstalking duty, I don't see citywide services amalgamation happening anytime soon.
After my parent's Ford Escape was dropped off, we took a cab downtown and my parents went on to do their banking, and I split to get to my apartment, only a block away. It seemed like the perps had arranged my gangstalking route by power washing the sidewalk some days earlier, and with the persistent light rain that was falling, they put on the flush of weirds and freaks. The "Plastic Bag People" were on me, as was the Coffee Corps. In the former case, there is a profusion of ambulatory gangstalkers packing one or more white plastic shopping bags to the level of absurd looking, and in the case of the latter, the operatives carry their coffee around with the cup held in front of them, which may even look normal, except that there are so many. My take on this is that they need to obtain remote energy readings for white, and plastic, and for brown, colors and contents of some of our body components (or pollutants). I finally did get showered, shampooed and shaved at 1030h this morning. I suspect that today's stunt in having me "oversleep" by 2 extra hours and the drive and gangstalk event at the protracted Ford dealership without any direct exposure to soaps or other substances was likely the Big Event (stunt) for the week.
2300h
I got some vision impairment for the last hour, but not enough to force me to stop looking at sixties movies here.
Time to blog off for the day and call this a posting, such as it is.
And again, re-edited 1750h, 06-16-2007
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