05-08-2018
By way of the title, I am engaging in some speculation here, and no, I don't want to hear about a paranoia diagnosis by way of these idle reflections.
But I have my reasons; that is, I "happened" to be working with someone at my employer of 2012-14, who started there a month ago. I was there because my regular employer didn't need me for a week, the second time in three weeks. And it so "happened" that this guy was ADD (or ADHD), a hyperactive one, and likely never to get out of that problematic behavioral rut and get a decent job unfortunately. A moderate to serious case, and he doesn't take any medications at the moment. But as it so "happened" he visited the same outrageous quack that I did, in late summer of 2017, and I saw this same quack-doctor, in 10-2017. That I came in with quantifiable data, a brain scan and a dopamine test, and got totally shanked and obstructed was detailed in a prior blog posting. I recently launched a missive back via RateMD and excoriated the quack, though I could see I wasn't the first.
Anyhow, this co-worker of a week at my former full time employer also got rebuffed for any kind of ADD diagnosis and got nowhere with this same mofo-doctor. Said doctor didn't even ask any diagnostic questions as to whether this patient actually had ADD (or ADHD). Which begs the question; what is this doctor playing at? Is he selecting for certain patient types so he can pass them onto drug testing trials for money, or has he a particular bias in not treating ADD? And assuming this co-worker is not a TI, then just why is it that he got turned around with no medication treatment, when in my opinion, he needs it. Or, are shrinks lined up with the Thems, who decide in advance who gets treated adequately or not? I don't know, but in my experience (though a TI where everything seems to be arranged in advance), if there ever was an aberrant cadre of mendacious (mostly, not all), fools in the medical profession, it is the psychiatric practitioners. And yes, I need a larger sample set of others getting similar results from other doctors for this to be any more than speculation. Hold the diagnoses please.
But we do know that psychiatry has had its history of protected outrageous criminality; a case that still sits in my craw, and may have some personal intrusion in my life when I Iived in Montreal as a child aged 2-3 y.o, and then 4-5 y.o., is that of the infamous Dr Ewen Cameron (27pp) of Montreal's McGill University. That he brain trashed patients using no researched protocol from the 1940's-1960s is on the public record. Not widely acknowledged is that he also worked on children (for some curious reason), which included an orphanage in the basement. These would be children of the Duplessis Orphans, another contemporary chapter of infamy in Canadian history. And suplying his "patients", uniformed experimental subjects more like, LSD in the 1950's, presumably getting his supply from the same outfit that he got his funding, Crooks In Action.
05-09-2018
A rainy start to the day, hence starting an hour later than normal. The perps like to change up start times for regular gigs, and probably not just for me either. Those epic traffic jams, rapid transit problems etc. forcing people to be late for work just might not be all that random as one thinks.
Vineyard work in two locations today; de-suckering, move vineyards, then weeding and hoeing the row, the three of us, one being the part time woman who is pretty, though she doesn't flaunt it, and is rather shy. Or at least, is adverse to making much contact with me, but seems more comfortable with the boss man.
05-10-2018
A whole day of de-suckering, as in bending over and cutting off those shoots coming from the trunk. Additionally, there are old stubs where former workers of past years didn't cut them flush to the trunk for some reason, and are perfect harbor for more suckers. Some even were missed, as there are 2'+ of canes running along the ground. This would be a big problem if they used herbicide, but at this vineyard they don't as it is organic.
Then a two hour nap attack this evening after reading, which immediately followed when getting back home. This perp need to render me into a sleep state after reading for say, 30 min., has been prevalent all these past 4 months. They even nailed me with a nap attack on Monday this week, but only for an hour (unusually short) so I could make yoga in time. How thoughtful of them.
As is often the case, listening to music on my headphones got interfered with; the boss man was banging on steel posts, the tractor wasn't far away, the rain came on, and then by the afternoon, I didn't have my audio gear at hand when the weather cleared up. No music listening goes according to plan; interruption with noise or even obstructing it for a time is given. And I suspect the reason is that listening to music creates dopamine, and if there is one consistent theme in this 16 years of abusive insanity, it is the perp's need to regulate this vital hormone and neurotransmitter. It isn't enough that I am ADD (low dopamine situation); I have to be fucked with all the more and up and down regulated per Psychopathic Nonconsensual Human Experimentation plan. And any and all treatment (e.g shrink visit) must be blocked or thwarted. Thanks a fucking bunch assholes.
An some strange dreams last night; the ML person was featured in them, something they haven't done in the 16 years of this assault. Yes, I might get 200+ planted images or interactions per day of this person, though we have never met, (though seen once live on a hiking trail of all places), but never until last night did this person show up in my dreams. I have had the most strangest dream invasions since this show began 04-2002, from long past IT personnel, from IT projects that I was never on, and many other characters for whom I have no idea why they would show up 20-30 years later. But last night crossed a new psychic threshold in terms of inserting this person into my existence.
05-12-2018
Saturday, and working at the 2012-14 employer to help out. I thought I would resume work on his tasting room landscaping, but instead, worked with the ADHD guy on trellis wires and irrigation repair.
05-13-2018
Sunday, and another day of work to keep the employer's winery ambitions going. Even my co-workers agree he should just stick to grape growing and make enough wine for himself, instead of attempting to go into commercial wine making. Long on vision, and short on specifics is the short summary. But as one co-worker (of a different employer) opined, "I'm just the clown, not the cowboy".
And two days of unrelenting sunshine, and another two to go, per forecast. Out with the shorts, and to get some on-job tanning done. Though I find it most curious that I am not getting as brown skinned as fast I was last year. Normally the perps in their sunlight related games have me get a tan, and then (seemingly) have the weather be cloudy to prevent immediate follow-on tanning. Given that it is mid-May, perhaps they are aren't yet into full on sunlight exposure games with the usual litany of on-off tanning opportunities, especially when it comes to weekends.
Enough of the show for a week, and onto another.
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Sunday, May 13, 2018
Sunday, May 06, 2018
Skipping a Week
05-01-2018
And what is happening such that a general malaise is encroaching enough to cause me to be indifferent to not posting for a week? I don't know, but it doesn't look good, and who knows where its going. In other words, I am getting ground down, dullified and nullified as I see it. Or are the perps backing off to some extent?
I am planting lavender plants this week at a tasting room renovation, that of my employer of 2012-14. The regular vineyard employer dropped me this week, citing that they are "all caught up". Give me a break; as the only regular employee for 22 acres of vineyard, having had an extra guy (thankfully, or else we wouldn't be caught up) for the last two months, I find this fatuous at best. Yes, there is a slack time between tying down and waiting for the new shoots to get to the first tucking wire, but there is always something to do on a vineyard. How about removing those thousands of useless stakes that have been there for 10 years? Anyhow, I live in such a managed bullshit show I have long given up on anyone articulating the truth. Even one TI whom I respect, and is the real thing, stopped talking to me a few years ago as I "wasn't activist enough". Expect me to believe that? Or did she expect me to join the 9/11 truth activists for some obscure reason? You know, join a bigger parade, and somehow expect legitimacy from it.
But there is something about planting plants the perps seem to like me to do, and I have no idea why. Planting vines has been common since 2012 when I started the vineyard work, and I have planted some vines somewhere every year. Maybe there is some psychic energy transference they have deemed to be, and expect me to be the bellwether for its' detection. I don't care, and all I want is to be left alone. Of interest, the above mentioned "extra guy" is going tree planting this week until mid-July when he has a lay-off before going tree spacing. Hardly a coincidence, but he has been a great help in getting our vineyard work done just before bud break. So while he is tree planting some 200 miles away, I am planting lavender plants for a tasting room landscaping display.
And a rare Monday off yesterday, and a visit to the specialty grocery store where I haven't been for 4 weeks, when I was once a 2x/week customer. The store is getting transformed as part of a larger chain, and nearly everything is getting moved around to great confusion. They have almost finished their renovations, and have succeeded in nixing the one product I would go there for, cooked free-run chicken. Well done, so to speak.
At this specialty grocery store they had the obligatory "just standing there" stalker outside, with the cell phone gazing feint. Immediately beforehand I had dropped off my glass recyclables at the depot, and there were six Ford Escapes in the short two blocks. Which is my ride since 2017 when my mother gave her vehicle to me. All were the same body design, before Ford gave it the squished rear look, following Nissan's design folly for some reason.
They must of had a least 15 helicopters covering me on my 4 outings over the day, and they even put on my vineyard co-worker of 2012 in a rare appearance. Not that she said hello, but was there at the grocery store checkout in the adjacent checkout line, while the fart in front of me fucked up and had to run back to the aisles to get some product that could be scanned so he could get his coupon cashed. (Checkout disruptions are very common since all this came down in 04-2002). It seemed hokey to me, even if a long time coupon avoider. But as the perps like to hound my ass over financial transactions, having someone pay with a coupon instead of a debit card is endlessly fascinating for them, even after 16 years of intense overt abuse on top of 47 years of surreptitiously hounding my ass with the regular involvement of family, employers and all others it seems in retrospect.
Said former female vineyard co-worker of 2012 also did a one-time cameo appearance at yoga after she came back from a year at the University of Chicago. We were instructed to get blocks at one corner of the room before class started, and there she was sitting on the floor behind a pillar with all the class milling around her, retrieving these brown cork blocks. I said "hi", and she returned the greeting, and then I asked her how Chicago was (that is, a 10 month Master degree program), and she gave me a grim "fine", and that was the end of our "happen-chance" encounter. And while I saw her out jogging once in the neighborhood of the same employer (near where she lives), I hadn't seen her in person since the 2014 yoga class. When the perps pull these "coincidences", I take this to be a meaningful and concerted event for them.
I suppose shuttling me between employers has also been advantageous for the perps, especially a former three year employer. I worked the weekend with their high school replacement (and gave her a ride home both days), and worked today and the rest of this week with one other new employee. I suppose it is all about getting to meet, and work with, the current employees, while I am a former employee of three years, 2012-2014. No wonder the owner laid me off for no reason in late 2014; all to enact these reprise games with my successors at the same job site. And why has it taken another four years for this to go down? Sounds like the perps have a long running plan, and don't give a shit about when it gets to fruition.
And yoga was another tattoo show; this woman with horrendous and dense tattoos down her arm was on my L side two mats away, and the late arriving only other dude "happened" to settle down within 2' of me when he could of moved to more open space 6' away. That he wore a shirt that was of the same fugly tattoo colors didn't go unnoticed. If I hate the sight of tattoos, why in the fuck do I have a multi-billion dollar budgeted organization pulling this around me? And why are tattoos so featured on celebrities these days?
And why are my dreams so invaded of late? Very detailed dreams of being on a navy ship of some kind with narrow passage ways, ladders and hatches etc. Then another night, some kind of IT dream, unrelated to my prior career they fucked me out of, and again, it was very specific as to the details. I just don't know where these are coming from in conventional terms.
05-02-2018
Another evening time nap attack, some two hours worth, leaving me in a wiped out state for another half hour, and upon awakening, dealing with the infernal leg cramps I have been getting for the last two years. Then onto the SOF supermarket, and even if a low traffic evening, the assholes were all over me. Headlights on me in the parking lot for when I exited my vehicle, then an Asian stalker looking at his cell phone while walking ahead of me and then stopping at the entrance. Entering SOF is a big deal, and I get no end of criss-crossing Fuckwits there. Then more coverage in the store, the obvious tag-team shit. Three or four of them taking turns, and lo, one gets to accompany me at the checkout.
05-03-2018
Another day of planting lavender in landscape fabric, this heavy duty plastic woven weed protection cloth some 4' wide. My co-worker of the last three days is ADD, and we have many discussions over this topic. And as it "happens", he also saw the same outrageous quack I did back in 10-2017, and to a similar pointless outcome. The question of late is do I roast the shit out of that quack on Rate MD, now having written up a concise and pithy summary of that inglorious and futile visit. Which really begs the question; why did the perps send me to this fucking asshole; for an exercise in futility, to yet again make the point of interfering with my medical care, or just as a plain disruptive stunt?
Another 2 hour nap attack this evening: I "thought" I could pull it together after an hour, but suffered a reprise wipe-out such that I could not get up, and instead, it became a two hour event. And although I have finished the book "Selected by Extraterrestrials" by William Tompkins, the nap attacks have a similar pattern. I am now reading "In Denial; Historians, Communism and Espionage" by Haynes and Klehr, a well researched book and scathing indictment of the socialist ("Old Left" and communism) promoters and historians who fronted for this "ism" in spite of the mass murderous habits of Lenin and Stalin, and feigned surprise when Nikita Kruschev made the (general) homicidal habits of Stalin known to the world in 1956. And still these "activist"or "radical" historians continued to dress up, obfuscate, deny, apologize and otherwise avoiding the re-evaluations of the motives of the Soviet empire and the concomitant human tragedy and wrapped their perfidious and devious analysis in the usual "see no evil" ideological rationalizations. The book indicates that 20 million people were killed under Stalin's reign of terror, and that does not include WWII when another 30 million Soviets were killed. I just find it appalling that we have the historians who just don't get it, and continue to dress up the murderous pig that was the Soviet state of 1920-1954. The Russian repressive ways aren't yet over, but to simply deny such historic atrocities makes them culpable, even if they lounge in cushy academic jobs in North America. Or sit around drawing pensions thereof.
Furthermore, it just appalls me that this apologist mentality, in the face of long running and horrendous state sponsored mass murder, even exists in the human psyche, never mind among ostensibly responsible and analytical academics who write this up in their political journals. But I suppose, the equally murderous regime of Pol Pot in Cambodia (CIA sponsored apparently) was another, though shorter example, where our supposed media just plain failed (somehow) to report on this in any timely way. It makes me wonder if the media isn't just some kind of manipulated shit show, where some massacres get to run for longer, and others don't. Another example is Rwanda, where it was plain that the UN was willfully dragging their ass on on connecting with the reality as reported on the ground, which was extensively reported by Romeo Dallaire in his book "Shake Hands with the Devil". So just who is deciding on human massacre reportage anyhow? Never mind for the moment as to the genesis of this awfulness, or that its incipient stages just never get stopped.
And continuing the ongoing book reading interference, the perp assholes had me lose my page before I got reading again, and I had to resume from a point in the book that I remembered. In other words, forced re-reading is just hilarious to the sick asses that run this show. And too, my viticulture worker friend (always a circumspect term), a former co-worker, phoned just before my butt hit the seat to start reading this book.
My daughter gave me a few days notice that she was running in a marathon in Oregon this past weekend. She never communicates much, and this bullshit started about six months before the Fuckover, when the perps first went berserk/overt in 04-2002. Whatever; I was glad for any contact, and I did track her race progress via an app on my phone that day, while working. I sent her a congratulatory text when her finish was confirmed by the race app. (A 9:47 pace for crissakes). Two days later, I get an email from the ex with attached pictures at the event, boyfriend there too. Obviously I wasn't invited, as I would of got months of advance notice, but that is how the perps manage my relationship with my only child. I note for the first time that my ex's new married surname is "Johns", a rather ironic twist that simply cannot be coincidence. It is the same name as her son, as it is mine, and so in plural form, her new married surname suggests both of us. Who scripts this ridiculousness? Not that I am up on her relationship life in any way, but as it seems, it was a 3 year run-up before she got married, to someone (whom I first met at my perp abetting mother's place in 01-2015) who has this ironic surname, and of course, is appropriate long-term relationship (and age matched) material for her. Unbelievable to me, and way off the coincidence meter IMHO. As in "hammering the peg", where on analog meters of old, the minimum and maximum ranges on the gauge had a small projecting metal peg to stop the needle on the meter dial from physically heading into a range beyond the instrument's analytical capability.
And why are the masers now more prevalent than "normal"; these floating wispy or sporadic black or greyish blobs, dots etc. that keep showing up in my vision, even as I type this. Most often I divert my gaze, only to have them re-establish within a few seconds. Or else I look at something completely different and they set up again. And the masers have a phenomenal ability to track the very words on the page, exactly where I am looking. It was especially notable today when I was reading a book outside on the first sunny day off this year. Well done abuse I say. Now just fuck off; after 16 years of this utterly insane shit, still no let up.
05-04-2018
Working on the lavender planting for the employer's tasting room today. My co-worker is one of those contrary workers; he seems to fuck off with the tools I need, be in the wrong place, or otherwise inadvertently slow up the job. Interestingly though, he went to the same shrink I did in around the same time, fall-2017, and got nowhere with his ADD treatment, same result as me. He also thought the fucker was nuts, as did I. So... is this shrink turning away ADD patients for his own purposes to get more the patients he wants, possibly so he can pass them onto drug testing outfits, or is this part of a concerted but covert initiative to obstruct ADD patients? I don't know or care; the net outcome is the same; I and he both got screwed by the same asshole with the same complaint.
05-05-2018
A Saturday, and a rare day off as I have been going nearly non-stop for 7 weeks. A haircut, and then a leg wax were scheduled, and then onto the Ford dealership to get the summer tires on. And summer has broke finally, and so the spandex shorts come out. I even got a little tanning done in the backyard, though the perps can "fix" this by having the landlord spray 2-4D on the lawn, and the awful off-gassing pong goes on for three weeks. Two years ago the landlord told me in advance, though last year they didn't at all for some curious reason.
05-06-2018
Sunday, I worked with my vineyard friend (sort of) and another guy, and finished pruning after five hours. It became sunny, and I later tanned some. I also got to attend to my laundry after yesterday's forced forget when I had all evening to do so. Perhaps the perps wanted to send me to the other laundromat and get stalked by the fat dude who seemed to be so restless and just had to stalk my ass. And lo, he concluded my putting his laundry in the dryer next to mine for crissakes. Have I mentioned that laundry is a big perp harassment theme, and it plain doesn't matter what detergent, what combination of clothes or washers and dryers I use, there is always more combinations and permutations for them to test.
And why am I getting rendered to be so grumpy of late? Added into the mix are more things going wrong, but for some reason the assholes are turning up the heat. Adding to the piss-offs too, is more forced "forgets", and over regular things I do and somehow forget for the first time. It is just plain infuriating, now more than ever. Perhaps this whole deal is to force a new round of supplements and medications, another rich testing theme for the Thems.
Anyhow, I should get this posted for the two weeks that it has been.
And what is happening such that a general malaise is encroaching enough to cause me to be indifferent to not posting for a week? I don't know, but it doesn't look good, and who knows where its going. In other words, I am getting ground down, dullified and nullified as I see it. Or are the perps backing off to some extent?
I am planting lavender plants this week at a tasting room renovation, that of my employer of 2012-14. The regular vineyard employer dropped me this week, citing that they are "all caught up". Give me a break; as the only regular employee for 22 acres of vineyard, having had an extra guy (thankfully, or else we wouldn't be caught up) for the last two months, I find this fatuous at best. Yes, there is a slack time between tying down and waiting for the new shoots to get to the first tucking wire, but there is always something to do on a vineyard. How about removing those thousands of useless stakes that have been there for 10 years? Anyhow, I live in such a managed bullshit show I have long given up on anyone articulating the truth. Even one TI whom I respect, and is the real thing, stopped talking to me a few years ago as I "wasn't activist enough". Expect me to believe that? Or did she expect me to join the 9/11 truth activists for some obscure reason? You know, join a bigger parade, and somehow expect legitimacy from it.
But there is something about planting plants the perps seem to like me to do, and I have no idea why. Planting vines has been common since 2012 when I started the vineyard work, and I have planted some vines somewhere every year. Maybe there is some psychic energy transference they have deemed to be, and expect me to be the bellwether for its' detection. I don't care, and all I want is to be left alone. Of interest, the above mentioned "extra guy" is going tree planting this week until mid-July when he has a lay-off before going tree spacing. Hardly a coincidence, but he has been a great help in getting our vineyard work done just before bud break. So while he is tree planting some 200 miles away, I am planting lavender plants for a tasting room landscaping display.
And a rare Monday off yesterday, and a visit to the specialty grocery store where I haven't been for 4 weeks, when I was once a 2x/week customer. The store is getting transformed as part of a larger chain, and nearly everything is getting moved around to great confusion. They have almost finished their renovations, and have succeeded in nixing the one product I would go there for, cooked free-run chicken. Well done, so to speak.
At this specialty grocery store they had the obligatory "just standing there" stalker outside, with the cell phone gazing feint. Immediately beforehand I had dropped off my glass recyclables at the depot, and there were six Ford Escapes in the short two blocks. Which is my ride since 2017 when my mother gave her vehicle to me. All were the same body design, before Ford gave it the squished rear look, following Nissan's design folly for some reason.
They must of had a least 15 helicopters covering me on my 4 outings over the day, and they even put on my vineyard co-worker of 2012 in a rare appearance. Not that she said hello, but was there at the grocery store checkout in the adjacent checkout line, while the fart in front of me fucked up and had to run back to the aisles to get some product that could be scanned so he could get his coupon cashed. (Checkout disruptions are very common since all this came down in 04-2002). It seemed hokey to me, even if a long time coupon avoider. But as the perps like to hound my ass over financial transactions, having someone pay with a coupon instead of a debit card is endlessly fascinating for them, even after 16 years of intense overt abuse on top of 47 years of surreptitiously hounding my ass with the regular involvement of family, employers and all others it seems in retrospect.
Said former female vineyard co-worker of 2012 also did a one-time cameo appearance at yoga after she came back from a year at the University of Chicago. We were instructed to get blocks at one corner of the room before class started, and there she was sitting on the floor behind a pillar with all the class milling around her, retrieving these brown cork blocks. I said "hi", and she returned the greeting, and then I asked her how Chicago was (that is, a 10 month Master degree program), and she gave me a grim "fine", and that was the end of our "happen-chance" encounter. And while I saw her out jogging once in the neighborhood of the same employer (near where she lives), I hadn't seen her in person since the 2014 yoga class. When the perps pull these "coincidences", I take this to be a meaningful and concerted event for them.
I suppose shuttling me between employers has also been advantageous for the perps, especially a former three year employer. I worked the weekend with their high school replacement (and gave her a ride home both days), and worked today and the rest of this week with one other new employee. I suppose it is all about getting to meet, and work with, the current employees, while I am a former employee of three years, 2012-2014. No wonder the owner laid me off for no reason in late 2014; all to enact these reprise games with my successors at the same job site. And why has it taken another four years for this to go down? Sounds like the perps have a long running plan, and don't give a shit about when it gets to fruition.
And yoga was another tattoo show; this woman with horrendous and dense tattoos down her arm was on my L side two mats away, and the late arriving only other dude "happened" to settle down within 2' of me when he could of moved to more open space 6' away. That he wore a shirt that was of the same fugly tattoo colors didn't go unnoticed. If I hate the sight of tattoos, why in the fuck do I have a multi-billion dollar budgeted organization pulling this around me? And why are tattoos so featured on celebrities these days?
And why are my dreams so invaded of late? Very detailed dreams of being on a navy ship of some kind with narrow passage ways, ladders and hatches etc. Then another night, some kind of IT dream, unrelated to my prior career they fucked me out of, and again, it was very specific as to the details. I just don't know where these are coming from in conventional terms.
05-02-2018
Another evening time nap attack, some two hours worth, leaving me in a wiped out state for another half hour, and upon awakening, dealing with the infernal leg cramps I have been getting for the last two years. Then onto the SOF supermarket, and even if a low traffic evening, the assholes were all over me. Headlights on me in the parking lot for when I exited my vehicle, then an Asian stalker looking at his cell phone while walking ahead of me and then stopping at the entrance. Entering SOF is a big deal, and I get no end of criss-crossing Fuckwits there. Then more coverage in the store, the obvious tag-team shit. Three or four of them taking turns, and lo, one gets to accompany me at the checkout.
05-03-2018
Another day of planting lavender in landscape fabric, this heavy duty plastic woven weed protection cloth some 4' wide. My co-worker of the last three days is ADD, and we have many discussions over this topic. And as it "happens", he also saw the same outrageous quack I did back in 10-2017, and to a similar pointless outcome. The question of late is do I roast the shit out of that quack on Rate MD, now having written up a concise and pithy summary of that inglorious and futile visit. Which really begs the question; why did the perps send me to this fucking asshole; for an exercise in futility, to yet again make the point of interfering with my medical care, or just as a plain disruptive stunt?
Another 2 hour nap attack this evening: I "thought" I could pull it together after an hour, but suffered a reprise wipe-out such that I could not get up, and instead, it became a two hour event. And although I have finished the book "Selected by Extraterrestrials" by William Tompkins, the nap attacks have a similar pattern. I am now reading "In Denial; Historians, Communism and Espionage" by Haynes and Klehr, a well researched book and scathing indictment of the socialist ("Old Left" and communism) promoters and historians who fronted for this "ism" in spite of the mass murderous habits of Lenin and Stalin, and feigned surprise when Nikita Kruschev made the (general) homicidal habits of Stalin known to the world in 1956. And still these "activist"or "radical" historians continued to dress up, obfuscate, deny, apologize and otherwise avoiding the re-evaluations of the motives of the Soviet empire and the concomitant human tragedy and wrapped their perfidious and devious analysis in the usual "see no evil" ideological rationalizations. The book indicates that 20 million people were killed under Stalin's reign of terror, and that does not include WWII when another 30 million Soviets were killed. I just find it appalling that we have the historians who just don't get it, and continue to dress up the murderous pig that was the Soviet state of 1920-1954. The Russian repressive ways aren't yet over, but to simply deny such historic atrocities makes them culpable, even if they lounge in cushy academic jobs in North America. Or sit around drawing pensions thereof.
Furthermore, it just appalls me that this apologist mentality, in the face of long running and horrendous state sponsored mass murder, even exists in the human psyche, never mind among ostensibly responsible and analytical academics who write this up in their political journals. But I suppose, the equally murderous regime of Pol Pot in Cambodia (CIA sponsored apparently) was another, though shorter example, where our supposed media just plain failed (somehow) to report on this in any timely way. It makes me wonder if the media isn't just some kind of manipulated shit show, where some massacres get to run for longer, and others don't. Another example is Rwanda, where it was plain that the UN was willfully dragging their ass on on connecting with the reality as reported on the ground, which was extensively reported by Romeo Dallaire in his book "Shake Hands with the Devil". So just who is deciding on human massacre reportage anyhow? Never mind for the moment as to the genesis of this awfulness, or that its incipient stages just never get stopped.
And continuing the ongoing book reading interference, the perp assholes had me lose my page before I got reading again, and I had to resume from a point in the book that I remembered. In other words, forced re-reading is just hilarious to the sick asses that run this show. And too, my viticulture worker friend (always a circumspect term), a former co-worker, phoned just before my butt hit the seat to start reading this book.
My daughter gave me a few days notice that she was running in a marathon in Oregon this past weekend. She never communicates much, and this bullshit started about six months before the Fuckover, when the perps first went berserk/overt in 04-2002. Whatever; I was glad for any contact, and I did track her race progress via an app on my phone that day, while working. I sent her a congratulatory text when her finish was confirmed by the race app. (A 9:47 pace for crissakes). Two days later, I get an email from the ex with attached pictures at the event, boyfriend there too. Obviously I wasn't invited, as I would of got months of advance notice, but that is how the perps manage my relationship with my only child. I note for the first time that my ex's new married surname is "Johns", a rather ironic twist that simply cannot be coincidence. It is the same name as her son, as it is mine, and so in plural form, her new married surname suggests both of us. Who scripts this ridiculousness? Not that I am up on her relationship life in any way, but as it seems, it was a 3 year run-up before she got married, to someone (whom I first met at my perp abetting mother's place in 01-2015) who has this ironic surname, and of course, is appropriate long-term relationship (and age matched) material for her. Unbelievable to me, and way off the coincidence meter IMHO. As in "hammering the peg", where on analog meters of old, the minimum and maximum ranges on the gauge had a small projecting metal peg to stop the needle on the meter dial from physically heading into a range beyond the instrument's analytical capability.
And why are the masers now more prevalent than "normal"; these floating wispy or sporadic black or greyish blobs, dots etc. that keep showing up in my vision, even as I type this. Most often I divert my gaze, only to have them re-establish within a few seconds. Or else I look at something completely different and they set up again. And the masers have a phenomenal ability to track the very words on the page, exactly where I am looking. It was especially notable today when I was reading a book outside on the first sunny day off this year. Well done abuse I say. Now just fuck off; after 16 years of this utterly insane shit, still no let up.
05-04-2018
Working on the lavender planting for the employer's tasting room today. My co-worker is one of those contrary workers; he seems to fuck off with the tools I need, be in the wrong place, or otherwise inadvertently slow up the job. Interestingly though, he went to the same shrink I did in around the same time, fall-2017, and got nowhere with his ADD treatment, same result as me. He also thought the fucker was nuts, as did I. So... is this shrink turning away ADD patients for his own purposes to get more the patients he wants, possibly so he can pass them onto drug testing outfits, or is this part of a concerted but covert initiative to obstruct ADD patients? I don't know or care; the net outcome is the same; I and he both got screwed by the same asshole with the same complaint.
05-05-2018
A Saturday, and a rare day off as I have been going nearly non-stop for 7 weeks. A haircut, and then a leg wax were scheduled, and then onto the Ford dealership to get the summer tires on. And summer has broke finally, and so the spandex shorts come out. I even got a little tanning done in the backyard, though the perps can "fix" this by having the landlord spray 2-4D on the lawn, and the awful off-gassing pong goes on for three weeks. Two years ago the landlord told me in advance, though last year they didn't at all for some curious reason.
05-06-2018
Sunday, I worked with my vineyard friend (sort of) and another guy, and finished pruning after five hours. It became sunny, and I later tanned some. I also got to attend to my laundry after yesterday's forced forget when I had all evening to do so. Perhaps the perps wanted to send me to the other laundromat and get stalked by the fat dude who seemed to be so restless and just had to stalk my ass. And lo, he concluded my putting his laundry in the dryer next to mine for crissakes. Have I mentioned that laundry is a big perp harassment theme, and it plain doesn't matter what detergent, what combination of clothes or washers and dryers I use, there is always more combinations and permutations for them to test.
And why am I getting rendered to be so grumpy of late? Added into the mix are more things going wrong, but for some reason the assholes are turning up the heat. Adding to the piss-offs too, is more forced "forgets", and over regular things I do and somehow forget for the first time. It is just plain infuriating, now more than ever. Perhaps this whole deal is to force a new round of supplements and medications, another rich testing theme for the Thems.
Anyhow, I should get this posted for the two weeks that it has been.
Sunday, April 08, 2018
Read Some, Sleep Plenty
04-02-2018
I read some more of the "Venona Secrets", a book about the players and spies who were uncovered by a three year security lapse that allowed some of the USSR diplomatic transmission codes to be decoded, though not all of them. Each day after work I pick it up and after 10 -20 minutes of reading, I either fall asleep in my chair, or else get hit with a nap attack. Let me be clear, if you have any interest in spy activity in the last 60 years, especially with respect to WWII and the Cold War, this is a fascinating read. And all the more illustrative of how personal politics was married to political treason, even at the senior influence level of FDR's cabinet.
Today, I got hit with a 2.5 nap attack after reading this book for 15 minutes, which is in keeping with the perps hitting me with nap attacks after starting a new book. I got this book a week ago, as a result of having a long standing interest in all things clandestine, doubtless a perp managed interest since their covert influencing has been apparent (in hindsight) since perhaps the days I learned to read, or even from birth. And as usual, I was no in a sleep deficit situation, so I have no idea as to why I needed so much sleep. And too, this seemed to be strategic as I missed my yoga class some 4 blocks away. Well done assholes.
Back in 2012, after taking a 3 month viticulture course, I purchased a used viticulture book which is a classic of the discipline. I read some 30 pages and then got nailed for a 5 hour nap attack (all time nap attack duration) immediately afterward, in mid afternoon. As usual, I was not running a sleep deficit, so I can only assume this was remotely invoked, something they can do with singular ease I have come to find in nearly 16 years of this overt invasion since 04-2002.
As to why nap attacks are scripted immediately following reading a new book I have no idea, though the planted notion is about "channeling the author", or some kind of psychic interaction with the author while reading their work. (They also like me to read biographies). Well perhaps, and all the more interesting for the perps that some authors are alive, some are long gone, and of course, combinations thereof with co-authors. The real deal is that I don't give a shit; I just want to be left alone, now, and for good. This basic and normal desire just isn't permitted with this ongoing tyranny of remotely invasive technologies and the psychopathic agenda that runs it. Call it in-situ nonconsensual human experimentation, though there have been plenty of experiences of other victims, (and putatively myself when aged 2 to 5, the memory deleted years), where they have been hauled into hospitals on flimsy rationales, and never to come out the same. The Duplessis Orphans is one example, and that occurred at the same time frame and in the same Canadian province when I lived in Montreal, Quebec during the above mentioned memory deleted years. And I am not the only one to experience this then at the same city.....
04-03-2018
Another day of tying down vines in the vineyard, and a bitter cold it was, even if not freezing. My hands were plenty cold in the morning, and the perps laid of finger fumbling and finger freezing (imposed inaction) plenty enough to infuriate me, often near row ends in keeping with their long standing practice. I just cannot stand it when my finger control isn't my own; what the assholes get from dithering my finger control is beyond me, but any kind of frustrated action is just their cup of tea. All the better that it is sudden and unexpected. es. George Bush's attempting to open a locked door as a classic perp stunt, here on Youtube.
04-04-2018
Another day of tiresome vine tying using wire and the Kuker tying device. My fingers are raw from this exercise and I have at least 4 acres to go. I went home at lunch time to go to the bathroom as the winery is locked as no one is there. I got the "usual" phalanx of gangstalking vehicles around me anytime I go into town during my normal work day. (Insufficient warm clothes (getting caught out), doctor's appointments etc.) I even got the RCMP in two adjacent vehicles beside me at a stoplight, and of course, got the trains of oncoming vehicles to thwart my L turn, a perp classic. I reckon the traffic is worthy of a city 10x the size whenever I head out on these rare mid-work day sorties.
That wasn't all; the landscapers "happened" to be working around my place, and parked in my usual spot, in keeping with the parking games the perps like to stage.
Ditto the parking games first thing this morning: I roll into the winery parking lot, about 20 vehicle size, and there is a truck with two day-glos inside the cab, and the truck is blocking all the finished parking lot, and a red vehicle is parked exactly where I park my vehicle each morning this week. Like WTF; it turns out they were part of the road crew to direct traffic around the boom truck servicing the nearby power lines, yet again. This would be at least the sixth time this year at this location (Upper Bench Road), and counting. And we know who loves to place boom trucks around the victim, don't we? So this metallic deep red vehicle, a perp standard color for vehicle stalking, parked in my usual location all day. Like WTF; weren't they worried that their vehicle might get towed from private property when they had no business to be there? Not in perp organized hell it would seem, where impunity is de rigeur.
04-05-2018
Rain today, and a cold rain, and a direct hit on those working outside needing fine motor control, such as us vineyard workers who are tying down the vines. My hands were very cold doing this work, and at break, after phoning the foreman, I went to the other vineyard to dig weeds. I warmed up doing this job, and too much as it unfolded, and sweated (or more like, was forced to sweat), so when the foreman took me off this after two hours, I got cold again. Well done; I wasn't allowed to be warm all day, even with sufficient clothing to resist it.
And what is it about weeding the perps don't like me to do for more than two hours or so? Last week, just when I thought I would be weeding for six hours, starting after the morning break, the boss man interrupts me after lunch and wants me on rock picking with the others. Lets be clear; the weeding at this vineyard is not onerous, and not nearly the effort it was last year at the prior vineyard. And it is a good way to stay warm in this cool spring.
And the strangest dreams of late; IT (my former vocation) related no less, after a forced (by this Psychopathic Fuckover) absence of nearly 16 years. One dream, I was developing requirements for additional reporting on totals and status of the work. Another, I was dealing with my former business manager boss. In fact, these specific details were 19 years ago for crissakes. Who has that (long ago) knowledge but me?
04-07-2018
Saturday, and I chose to work at the 2012-14 employer to help him out as he is behind in getting his vineyard work done. He doesn't have any excuses, though many larger vineyards do, as the Mexican temporary visa workers have been delayed this year. None around yet, though I did see one two blocks from my place on the way home this evening. Exactly what he was doing in town, rather than being on a farm, was peculiar, though putting on the gangstalk strut comes to mind. And exactly why all the Mexican workers have been delayed is also rather odd; they have been doing this tax subsidized (yes!) program for 10 years in these here parts, and the paper work starts in November, the prior calendar year, so I have no idea as to why this slowdown has erupted. I am beginning to suspect that all visa and immigration offices are highly governed by the Psychopathic Confederacy, though to what end, besides brown skin color games, I have no idea.
I got hit with a 2 hour nap attack this evening; long enough to put a serious dent in my plans, as I had a recently acquired video to view. Said video is to replace the DVD that mysteriously locked up and won't get past this one particular frame, even if it worked fine for about 8x.
Today's vineyard work was ugly; the rain kept up until 1300h, and I was cold the rest of the day. I am doing tying down, which means no gloves to afford the fine motor skills needed to do the work. I have yet to understand why vineyards in these here parts don't make use of more automated devices. Expense perhaps, but the buds are now getting wooly, so there isn't time to lose.
And wonders of wonders; after 5 months of side effects from the radiotherapy on my prostate cancer that finished 12-2017, the bowel leaking issues did not occur today. I thought it would never end, but for today, one day's respite, and hopefully more. I did not want to do the gamma ray conformed beam radiation therapy as it has this side effect (among others), but not having $85kUSD sitting around to do proton beam therapy meant that I had to accept the public plan. Which to be fair, is quite good for cancer treatments, and the staff and equipment at Kelowna are top notch. I am still wearing an extra 10lb from the episode, but if the side effects improvement noted today continues, I will call it done.
RIP Oppo? Yes apparently (dated April 02, 2018); no more new product development. I find this absolutely astounding that they made some of the best audio gear at reasonable prices, and now they are ending all new production, only doing maintenance. There is something weird here; normally most business look to selling to someone else if they want to bail out, but not this time, just fading to black. Yes, I own an Oppo BD 105D multi-disc player, and I bought it because I know that discs aren't going away, despite all the current streaming hype. One simply cannot find the content on streaming that exists on DVD or other discs. And besides, it looks after the audio side too, so my stereo and computer can play through the same sound system. This "feature" hasn't really dawned on most of the audio equipment world, and they are now bypassing discs and chasing the streaming features only. A dark day for audiophilia.
04-08-2018
A day of vineyard work at the 2012-2014 employer, helping him out with his tardy vineyard work. It wasn't all the wretched tie-downs today; I helped the regular Albanian girl to get the water system up and running. That is, get the 4" water line running through the trees, near a creek, and get it secured so the water flows through. Back in 2014 when I attended to this, it took many weeks as the pipe had split and broken in places. A relative piece of cake today, but there may be surprises yet. The usual adage always goes in this state of escalated and imposed adversity; "it was too easy...".
Thankfully, none of the driving rain of yesterday, and it was even brightening up such that I felt comfortable with my headphones on and my DAP playing. This too, is a highly managed event, and the perps have a long and dedicated history of sabotaging music listening; either the player, its volume, song or artist selection or just plain killing it for no apparent reason. Though true to form, they put on a low flying A-Star helicopter fly over after about 30 minutes of listening. They like pounding aircraft noise through my headphones, often within the first hour of listening.
No such luck as a repeat on yesterday's one day of freedom from the effects of radiotherapy from prostate treatment that finished 12-2017. I knew at the time the assholes would exploit the side effects profile of this kind of treatment, and they did. Hence my attraction to proton beam therapy mentioned above. IMHO, all of this NEVER would of happened if the assholes hadn't intervened and obstructed my successful ADD treatment in 04-2002, which boosted my dopamine, which mediates one's immune system. Just to think, they had this one planned 15 years ago.
Which comes to mind; as of next weekend, it will be the 16th anniversary of their apartment invasion which kicked off this non-stop abuse-athon of hell. And as I see it, just one more week before this colossal 4 month bullshit stream of planted notions ceases. Said planted notions relate to their relentless mental intrusion indicated that they are going to cease hostilities. Every few years they put me through this, and this year they have gone on for much longer and with significantly greater intensity than ever before. To which I say; I will believe it when I see it, otherwise leave me the fuck alone.
And no indications that they are backing off either; I get non-stop masers around me, and they have even ramped it up to fake ants crawling on the walls etc, as this is the season they are out and visible. Another regular maser event is them passing a maser, a grayish blob of 4mm or so, through the toilet paper as it unrolls off the roll. The maser just sits there while successive sheets pass by. All too fascinating for sick minds, never mind the constant and abiding privacy invasion.
Another two hour nap attack after reading the Venona Files again, same as last night. The whole spy world scenario makes one's head spin as to the dedicated deception and perfidy that goes on with such relentless government direction, particularly the Soviet Union. And just to think, they owe their relative success to the weak minded fools that believed in their system, and ironically, capitalism (!). They stole atomic weapon secrets, missile proximity fuses, infra-red missile guidance targeting, neutron bomb diagram (Chinese), and so many other technologies from the West. And they started spying on foreign governments in 1920 for crissakes. And it is unlikely they have ever let up, even now.
I read some more of the "Venona Secrets", a book about the players and spies who were uncovered by a three year security lapse that allowed some of the USSR diplomatic transmission codes to be decoded, though not all of them. Each day after work I pick it up and after 10 -20 minutes of reading, I either fall asleep in my chair, or else get hit with a nap attack. Let me be clear, if you have any interest in spy activity in the last 60 years, especially with respect to WWII and the Cold War, this is a fascinating read. And all the more illustrative of how personal politics was married to political treason, even at the senior influence level of FDR's cabinet.
Today, I got hit with a 2.5 nap attack after reading this book for 15 minutes, which is in keeping with the perps hitting me with nap attacks after starting a new book. I got this book a week ago, as a result of having a long standing interest in all things clandestine, doubtless a perp managed interest since their covert influencing has been apparent (in hindsight) since perhaps the days I learned to read, or even from birth. And as usual, I was no in a sleep deficit situation, so I have no idea as to why I needed so much sleep. And too, this seemed to be strategic as I missed my yoga class some 4 blocks away. Well done assholes.
Back in 2012, after taking a 3 month viticulture course, I purchased a used viticulture book which is a classic of the discipline. I read some 30 pages and then got nailed for a 5 hour nap attack (all time nap attack duration) immediately afterward, in mid afternoon. As usual, I was not running a sleep deficit, so I can only assume this was remotely invoked, something they can do with singular ease I have come to find in nearly 16 years of this overt invasion since 04-2002.
As to why nap attacks are scripted immediately following reading a new book I have no idea, though the planted notion is about "channeling the author", or some kind of psychic interaction with the author while reading their work. (They also like me to read biographies). Well perhaps, and all the more interesting for the perps that some authors are alive, some are long gone, and of course, combinations thereof with co-authors. The real deal is that I don't give a shit; I just want to be left alone, now, and for good. This basic and normal desire just isn't permitted with this ongoing tyranny of remotely invasive technologies and the psychopathic agenda that runs it. Call it in-situ nonconsensual human experimentation, though there have been plenty of experiences of other victims, (and putatively myself when aged 2 to 5, the memory deleted years), where they have been hauled into hospitals on flimsy rationales, and never to come out the same. The Duplessis Orphans is one example, and that occurred at the same time frame and in the same Canadian province when I lived in Montreal, Quebec during the above mentioned memory deleted years. And I am not the only one to experience this then at the same city.....
04-03-2018
Another day of tying down vines in the vineyard, and a bitter cold it was, even if not freezing. My hands were plenty cold in the morning, and the perps laid of finger fumbling and finger freezing (imposed inaction) plenty enough to infuriate me, often near row ends in keeping with their long standing practice. I just cannot stand it when my finger control isn't my own; what the assholes get from dithering my finger control is beyond me, but any kind of frustrated action is just their cup of tea. All the better that it is sudden and unexpected. es. George Bush's attempting to open a locked door as a classic perp stunt, here on Youtube.
04-04-2018
Another day of tiresome vine tying using wire and the Kuker tying device. My fingers are raw from this exercise and I have at least 4 acres to go. I went home at lunch time to go to the bathroom as the winery is locked as no one is there. I got the "usual" phalanx of gangstalking vehicles around me anytime I go into town during my normal work day. (Insufficient warm clothes (getting caught out), doctor's appointments etc.) I even got the RCMP in two adjacent vehicles beside me at a stoplight, and of course, got the trains of oncoming vehicles to thwart my L turn, a perp classic. I reckon the traffic is worthy of a city 10x the size whenever I head out on these rare mid-work day sorties.
That wasn't all; the landscapers "happened" to be working around my place, and parked in my usual spot, in keeping with the parking games the perps like to stage.
Ditto the parking games first thing this morning: I roll into the winery parking lot, about 20 vehicle size, and there is a truck with two day-glos inside the cab, and the truck is blocking all the finished parking lot, and a red vehicle is parked exactly where I park my vehicle each morning this week. Like WTF; it turns out they were part of the road crew to direct traffic around the boom truck servicing the nearby power lines, yet again. This would be at least the sixth time this year at this location (Upper Bench Road), and counting. And we know who loves to place boom trucks around the victim, don't we? So this metallic deep red vehicle, a perp standard color for vehicle stalking, parked in my usual location all day. Like WTF; weren't they worried that their vehicle might get towed from private property when they had no business to be there? Not in perp organized hell it would seem, where impunity is de rigeur.
04-05-2018
Rain today, and a cold rain, and a direct hit on those working outside needing fine motor control, such as us vineyard workers who are tying down the vines. My hands were very cold doing this work, and at break, after phoning the foreman, I went to the other vineyard to dig weeds. I warmed up doing this job, and too much as it unfolded, and sweated (or more like, was forced to sweat), so when the foreman took me off this after two hours, I got cold again. Well done; I wasn't allowed to be warm all day, even with sufficient clothing to resist it.
And what is it about weeding the perps don't like me to do for more than two hours or so? Last week, just when I thought I would be weeding for six hours, starting after the morning break, the boss man interrupts me after lunch and wants me on rock picking with the others. Lets be clear; the weeding at this vineyard is not onerous, and not nearly the effort it was last year at the prior vineyard. And it is a good way to stay warm in this cool spring.
And the strangest dreams of late; IT (my former vocation) related no less, after a forced (by this Psychopathic Fuckover) absence of nearly 16 years. One dream, I was developing requirements for additional reporting on totals and status of the work. Another, I was dealing with my former business manager boss. In fact, these specific details were 19 years ago for crissakes. Who has that (long ago) knowledge but me?
04-07-2018
Saturday, and I chose to work at the 2012-14 employer to help him out as he is behind in getting his vineyard work done. He doesn't have any excuses, though many larger vineyards do, as the Mexican temporary visa workers have been delayed this year. None around yet, though I did see one two blocks from my place on the way home this evening. Exactly what he was doing in town, rather than being on a farm, was peculiar, though putting on the gangstalk strut comes to mind. And exactly why all the Mexican workers have been delayed is also rather odd; they have been doing this tax subsidized (yes!) program for 10 years in these here parts, and the paper work starts in November, the prior calendar year, so I have no idea as to why this slowdown has erupted. I am beginning to suspect that all visa and immigration offices are highly governed by the Psychopathic Confederacy, though to what end, besides brown skin color games, I have no idea.
I got hit with a 2 hour nap attack this evening; long enough to put a serious dent in my plans, as I had a recently acquired video to view. Said video is to replace the DVD that mysteriously locked up and won't get past this one particular frame, even if it worked fine for about 8x.
Today's vineyard work was ugly; the rain kept up until 1300h, and I was cold the rest of the day. I am doing tying down, which means no gloves to afford the fine motor skills needed to do the work. I have yet to understand why vineyards in these here parts don't make use of more automated devices. Expense perhaps, but the buds are now getting wooly, so there isn't time to lose.
And wonders of wonders; after 5 months of side effects from the radiotherapy on my prostate cancer that finished 12-2017, the bowel leaking issues did not occur today. I thought it would never end, but for today, one day's respite, and hopefully more. I did not want to do the gamma ray conformed beam radiation therapy as it has this side effect (among others), but not having $85kUSD sitting around to do proton beam therapy meant that I had to accept the public plan. Which to be fair, is quite good for cancer treatments, and the staff and equipment at Kelowna are top notch. I am still wearing an extra 10lb from the episode, but if the side effects improvement noted today continues, I will call it done.
RIP Oppo? Yes apparently (dated April 02, 2018); no more new product development. I find this absolutely astounding that they made some of the best audio gear at reasonable prices, and now they are ending all new production, only doing maintenance. There is something weird here; normally most business look to selling to someone else if they want to bail out, but not this time, just fading to black. Yes, I own an Oppo BD 105D multi-disc player, and I bought it because I know that discs aren't going away, despite all the current streaming hype. One simply cannot find the content on streaming that exists on DVD or other discs. And besides, it looks after the audio side too, so my stereo and computer can play through the same sound system. This "feature" hasn't really dawned on most of the audio equipment world, and they are now bypassing discs and chasing the streaming features only. A dark day for audiophilia.
04-08-2018
A day of vineyard work at the 2012-2014 employer, helping him out with his tardy vineyard work. It wasn't all the wretched tie-downs today; I helped the regular Albanian girl to get the water system up and running. That is, get the 4" water line running through the trees, near a creek, and get it secured so the water flows through. Back in 2014 when I attended to this, it took many weeks as the pipe had split and broken in places. A relative piece of cake today, but there may be surprises yet. The usual adage always goes in this state of escalated and imposed adversity; "it was too easy...".
Thankfully, none of the driving rain of yesterday, and it was even brightening up such that I felt comfortable with my headphones on and my DAP playing. This too, is a highly managed event, and the perps have a long and dedicated history of sabotaging music listening; either the player, its volume, song or artist selection or just plain killing it for no apparent reason. Though true to form, they put on a low flying A-Star helicopter fly over after about 30 minutes of listening. They like pounding aircraft noise through my headphones, often within the first hour of listening.
No such luck as a repeat on yesterday's one day of freedom from the effects of radiotherapy from prostate treatment that finished 12-2017. I knew at the time the assholes would exploit the side effects profile of this kind of treatment, and they did. Hence my attraction to proton beam therapy mentioned above. IMHO, all of this NEVER would of happened if the assholes hadn't intervened and obstructed my successful ADD treatment in 04-2002, which boosted my dopamine, which mediates one's immune system. Just to think, they had this one planned 15 years ago.
Which comes to mind; as of next weekend, it will be the 16th anniversary of their apartment invasion which kicked off this non-stop abuse-athon of hell. And as I see it, just one more week before this colossal 4 month bullshit stream of planted notions ceases. Said planted notions relate to their relentless mental intrusion indicated that they are going to cease hostilities. Every few years they put me through this, and this year they have gone on for much longer and with significantly greater intensity than ever before. To which I say; I will believe it when I see it, otherwise leave me the fuck alone.
And no indications that they are backing off either; I get non-stop masers around me, and they have even ramped it up to fake ants crawling on the walls etc, as this is the season they are out and visible. Another regular maser event is them passing a maser, a grayish blob of 4mm or so, through the toilet paper as it unrolls off the roll. The maser just sits there while successive sheets pass by. All too fascinating for sick minds, never mind the constant and abiding privacy invasion.
Another two hour nap attack after reading the Venona Files again, same as last night. The whole spy world scenario makes one's head spin as to the dedicated deception and perfidy that goes on with such relentless government direction, particularly the Soviet Union. And just to think, they owe their relative success to the weak minded fools that believed in their system, and ironically, capitalism (!). They stole atomic weapon secrets, missile proximity fuses, infra-red missile guidance targeting, neutron bomb diagram (Chinese), and so many other technologies from the West. And they started spying on foreign governments in 1920 for crissakes. And it is unlikely they have ever let up, even now.
Monday, October 02, 2017
New York, New York
09-25-2017
A 10 hour sleep, with pummeling dreams of being in New York City, or at least, that is what I was lead to believe. At one point I woke up as the dream was getting too intense, and then I was put back in the same dream sequence. As with most dreams, I recall very little, but one visage remains, and it was an yellow egg-shaped building with a spiral marquis around it, the letters in Cryllic (Russian), and red in color. Exactly why that would of been in New York, I don't know. It seems it was more like Metropolis in color. So no, I am not going to NYC, though it does interest me that so much high strangeness "happens" there, e.g. 911 and the WTC events of 2001, other aircraft crashes, including the ditching of US Airways Flight 1549 in the Hudson River, TWA 800 etc.
09-26-2017
A 0930h get-up this morning, which made for a 11 hour "sleep", and I had a 1.5 hour nap attack in the late afternoon yesterday. In other words, I did not need the sleep. The term "sleep" in quotes is used as they routinely keep me awake for an hour at first, and often have me awaken in the night to keep me tossing an turning, often with their supplied notions of these various themes that seem to be so prevalent. One theme is the disastrous visit to the shrink last week, he blowing off my SPECT scan for ADD as "I don't see it" (because he never looked at the scans maybe, only the text), and what I might say next time. I don't really need to bother myself with such, as he is already a write off, so why would I be interested in the next meeting some 2 months hence? (Not that he asked how I was doing either,- some shrink). Another planted theme is Ms. C, of my Seattle days, a seeming full time operative planted to jerk my ass around, though be friendly from time to time until I last saw her in 2003. I had little romantic interest then (as it was clear she was abetting the perps then), but she claimed with a straight face that she indeed had a major romantic interest. As she spoke, I was thinking she cannot be serious. A few weeks later on the the next trip to the US, the border patrol pulled their guns on me for no reason whatsoever, as all I wanted to do was clean out my Seattle apartment. (Something Ms. C could of done if she was the kind to step up to the plate, but she didn't). Any email or phone contact petered out in 2008. As to why I would be now interested in this "long-gone" operative IMHO I have no idea. But when one's mind isn't one's own, these themes keep getting worked over, ad nauseum. I sense the perps are running out of material to plant into mind, and rework this old stuff for whatever reason.
Yoga last night, and the same regular hot flow on Mondays. A totally different crowd from last week, fewer cute asses to admire, partially because they allowed me back at my usual spot at the front. In the back, at the mat location I was at last week, the tasting room/accountant woman at the vineyard I worked, "happened" to be there for the first time. Not that she bothered to say hello at the end of class, as she turned the other way, and presumably went to a change room. So what is it about yoga that they put on this rotation of yogis, sometimes as many as 15 (close to full), and then the next week, a totally different group, about 10 or so, comes to class? Is it a "visit the victim" tour or what? I don't get it, and it just doesn't add up as normal IMHO.
I finally got a decent day with predictable good weather, to wax and clean my vehicle for the winter. The usual noises of suburbia came on; lawnmowers, dogs barking, back and forthing white vans etc. Once I started cleaning the vehicle glass, the aircraft came on; a big noisy helicopter N bound, and within a minute, a smaller S bound helicopter. A few circling small fixed wing aircraft, then another different helicopter and a few more. The perps liked to arrange glass cleaning fuckwits at store entrances when I lived in Victoria, and seem to have a huge interest in me seeing objects/subjects through glass, and then again directly.
I was finally allowed to catch up with a 2010 film, The Matrix, a supposed classic. Yes, it has the we-are-all-controlled theme, (perhaps dropping a hint, like so many movies do), but these heroic types manage to escape, and keep the hope that all of us can be freed with the support of Zion. Hmm... kind of obvious perhaps, though I doubt such heroics can be really applied. Perhaps I need to see better TI friendly movies, one that don't invoke so many action scenes to cover off the thin plot. And of course no supplied reasons as to why we might be controlled, or at least in part. Or that some are totally controlled and harassed and abused etc., TI victims case in point.
I read Behold a Pale Horse, a 1965 published book on UFO's, and did some statistical analysis to determine that 1 million people have witnessed them. For some reason the author was totally rejecting abductions which struck me as peculiar, if not, censorious. Cattle and livestock mutilations weren't mentioned either, though perhaps these were later developments and represent a further alien research interests. What struck me about the book and its commendable analytical style was all the differing alien craft shapes and sizes. Does someone make an intergalactic call, or perhaps arm twisting, to get all these various visitor beings with their varying craft designs to make a tour of Earth, a global "visit the victims" (humans, that is) tour? I don't know, but suffice to say, we humans don't know the half of their technology and won't be allowed to know anytime soon.
09-27-201
Not much doing these days as vineyard work has dried up. I went to my IV vitamin C clinic in the afternoon. One of the regular patients there was going on about aliens, and how they might come to help him. I don't think so, but what prompted that anyhow? I maintain that certain topics, or even snippets of information get dropped on me for reasons that I am unaware, though with three years of being memory wiped, aged 2 to 5, I am not sure what happened then and are these information "droppings" to invoke abreactions for that period? I don't know, but the gangstalking freak show seems to suggest that; large gutted males, elder stalkers, Scottish accents, fat folk, fuglies etc. So I suppose just as visual events are arranged, so possibly are concepts in verbal form. I didn't suggest to this patient that instead of beneficial outcomes from aliens, he just might find himself as a subject of a mutilation experiment (har, har).
10-01-2017
I got some grape picking in two days ago, just a short job of two hours. Then the boss man wanted us to pick rocks from the just-planted section, so we did that for two hours. On the way out of the winery there was a class tour, with a ring of 15 students standing around the skin headed instructor in the center. As I was passing by this group I noticed a woman who I thought was a former vineyard coworker among the group, she having worked at this same vineyard/winery. I passed by within 4' of her and she kept looking at the instructor. Then I overheard the instructor say something as to building design, and then I knew for sure it was her, as she started a building designing course at the beginning of September. By then I was 15' away, but I turned around to look at her, then knowing for sure it was her, and then she waved in acknowledgement, and I waved back. Talk about yet another pretend-not-to-notice-me moment, as I figure if she worked at this very same location, she would be sure to notice anyone passing by on the likely chance that she would know them. I have been through many such moments like this since all this shit rained down 04-2002, and this was just another. This woman is a nice person, and not in any way a rude ass, so I figure this out-of-character vignette was staged for whatever reason.
Later in the same day I went for a hike at McIntyre Bluff, and a similar deal erupted. They had put the sprinklers on for the last 150' through the field on my return, which caused me to take an alternate route which ran me past the farm store. I often go to this store for produce after my hike. About 100' before I got to the store, the regular proprietor, got into her vehicle with her son, and stayed there for a few minutes. I was held up because another (same white color) vehicle was about to turn in front of me, so I let it go. (Vehicular cluster fuck at the farm, nothing new there). When I could finally cross this driveway, the proprietor woman drove off, no acknowledgement of course. She knows my name and is friendly, or at least in the past two years, though before she seemed scared shitless of me for some unknown reason. So I could suppose this was another pretend-not-to-notice-me moment, just a little further away than above, with a component plausible deniability.
And a third pretend-not-to-notice-me moment of the week was also concluded, this one in reference to the above vineyard/winery accountant who was at yoga. While finishing at the picking job she mentioned that she thought I was at yoga, and I mentioned that I thought it was her, but wasn't sure until she was leaving the classroom and headed the other way and spoke with the staff. (She has a distinctive accent). Well at least she came forward about it, but again I find it most strange that these folks are so incurious, and put on this same pretend-not-to-notice-me acts. This makes three of these on the week, two in one day. And if I am kept in a visible white light as I suspect I am, though I cannot see it, it makes these pretend-not-to-notice-me moments all the more contrived and orchestrated. The reason I mention being kept in a white light is that other TI's have mentioned this about their circumstances, and can only detect this by way of taking a photograph. To date, no photograph I have taken, or seen of me, has revealed any such white light. (Though some photographs have been modified from what they were when I took them, film and digital alike). Though for the record, I am kept in a densified magnetic field, measured 180-200 gauss in late 2002, and 1700 gauss in about 2008, though I have no idea if that would be visible. As far as magnetic fields go, I suspect that they aren't visible, as MRI scanners are many tens of thousands of gauss, and as far as I know, there is no white light emanations.
More dream subversion last night; in color, and with some recall no less. Both of the aforementioned dream "features" are unusual to me, though it could become the new normal, per above mentioned NYC related dreams. First, they had me consorting, and playing in a band, led by one of my fave performers EJ for short, from Boise ID. The second recalled dream segment was yoga related, in some respectable association with the woman who runs the yoga studio I frequent once a week.
And what is it about the perps needing to heavily pixellate music performers on YouTube? I started a Lola Beltran session, after being such a fan of her music (audio only) for such a long time. So... onto Youtube, and then the video is heavy with pixels. I give up, and don't watch, and listen only. Back to audio only.
Anyhow, enough to call this done for the week, and get it posted.
A 10 hour sleep, with pummeling dreams of being in New York City, or at least, that is what I was lead to believe. At one point I woke up as the dream was getting too intense, and then I was put back in the same dream sequence. As with most dreams, I recall very little, but one visage remains, and it was an yellow egg-shaped building with a spiral marquis around it, the letters in Cryllic (Russian), and red in color. Exactly why that would of been in New York, I don't know. It seems it was more like Metropolis in color. So no, I am not going to NYC, though it does interest me that so much high strangeness "happens" there, e.g. 911 and the WTC events of 2001, other aircraft crashes, including the ditching of US Airways Flight 1549 in the Hudson River, TWA 800 etc.
09-26-2017
A 0930h get-up this morning, which made for a 11 hour "sleep", and I had a 1.5 hour nap attack in the late afternoon yesterday. In other words, I did not need the sleep. The term "sleep" in quotes is used as they routinely keep me awake for an hour at first, and often have me awaken in the night to keep me tossing an turning, often with their supplied notions of these various themes that seem to be so prevalent. One theme is the disastrous visit to the shrink last week, he blowing off my SPECT scan for ADD as "I don't see it" (because he never looked at the scans maybe, only the text), and what I might say next time. I don't really need to bother myself with such, as he is already a write off, so why would I be interested in the next meeting some 2 months hence? (Not that he asked how I was doing either,- some shrink). Another planted theme is Ms. C, of my Seattle days, a seeming full time operative planted to jerk my ass around, though be friendly from time to time until I last saw her in 2003. I had little romantic interest then (as it was clear she was abetting the perps then), but she claimed with a straight face that she indeed had a major romantic interest. As she spoke, I was thinking she cannot be serious. A few weeks later on the the next trip to the US, the border patrol pulled their guns on me for no reason whatsoever, as all I wanted to do was clean out my Seattle apartment. (Something Ms. C could of done if she was the kind to step up to the plate, but she didn't). Any email or phone contact petered out in 2008. As to why I would be now interested in this "long-gone" operative IMHO I have no idea. But when one's mind isn't one's own, these themes keep getting worked over, ad nauseum. I sense the perps are running out of material to plant into mind, and rework this old stuff for whatever reason.
Yoga last night, and the same regular hot flow on Mondays. A totally different crowd from last week, fewer cute asses to admire, partially because they allowed me back at my usual spot at the front. In the back, at the mat location I was at last week, the tasting room/accountant woman at the vineyard I worked, "happened" to be there for the first time. Not that she bothered to say hello at the end of class, as she turned the other way, and presumably went to a change room. So what is it about yoga that they put on this rotation of yogis, sometimes as many as 15 (close to full), and then the next week, a totally different group, about 10 or so, comes to class? Is it a "visit the victim" tour or what? I don't get it, and it just doesn't add up as normal IMHO.
I finally got a decent day with predictable good weather, to wax and clean my vehicle for the winter. The usual noises of suburbia came on; lawnmowers, dogs barking, back and forthing white vans etc. Once I started cleaning the vehicle glass, the aircraft came on; a big noisy helicopter N bound, and within a minute, a smaller S bound helicopter. A few circling small fixed wing aircraft, then another different helicopter and a few more. The perps liked to arrange glass cleaning fuckwits at store entrances when I lived in Victoria, and seem to have a huge interest in me seeing objects/subjects through glass, and then again directly.
I was finally allowed to catch up with a 2010 film, The Matrix, a supposed classic. Yes, it has the we-are-all-controlled theme, (perhaps dropping a hint, like so many movies do), but these heroic types manage to escape, and keep the hope that all of us can be freed with the support of Zion. Hmm... kind of obvious perhaps, though I doubt such heroics can be really applied. Perhaps I need to see better TI friendly movies, one that don't invoke so many action scenes to cover off the thin plot. And of course no supplied reasons as to why we might be controlled, or at least in part. Or that some are totally controlled and harassed and abused etc., TI victims case in point.
I read Behold a Pale Horse, a 1965 published book on UFO's, and did some statistical analysis to determine that 1 million people have witnessed them. For some reason the author was totally rejecting abductions which struck me as peculiar, if not, censorious. Cattle and livestock mutilations weren't mentioned either, though perhaps these were later developments and represent a further alien research interests. What struck me about the book and its commendable analytical style was all the differing alien craft shapes and sizes. Does someone make an intergalactic call, or perhaps arm twisting, to get all these various visitor beings with their varying craft designs to make a tour of Earth, a global "visit the victims" (humans, that is) tour? I don't know, but suffice to say, we humans don't know the half of their technology and won't be allowed to know anytime soon.
09-27-201
Not much doing these days as vineyard work has dried up. I went to my IV vitamin C clinic in the afternoon. One of the regular patients there was going on about aliens, and how they might come to help him. I don't think so, but what prompted that anyhow? I maintain that certain topics, or even snippets of information get dropped on me for reasons that I am unaware, though with three years of being memory wiped, aged 2 to 5, I am not sure what happened then and are these information "droppings" to invoke abreactions for that period? I don't know, but the gangstalking freak show seems to suggest that; large gutted males, elder stalkers, Scottish accents, fat folk, fuglies etc. So I suppose just as visual events are arranged, so possibly are concepts in verbal form. I didn't suggest to this patient that instead of beneficial outcomes from aliens, he just might find himself as a subject of a mutilation experiment (har, har).
10-01-2017
I got some grape picking in two days ago, just a short job of two hours. Then the boss man wanted us to pick rocks from the just-planted section, so we did that for two hours. On the way out of the winery there was a class tour, with a ring of 15 students standing around the skin headed instructor in the center. As I was passing by this group I noticed a woman who I thought was a former vineyard coworker among the group, she having worked at this same vineyard/winery. I passed by within 4' of her and she kept looking at the instructor. Then I overheard the instructor say something as to building design, and then I knew for sure it was her, as she started a building designing course at the beginning of September. By then I was 15' away, but I turned around to look at her, then knowing for sure it was her, and then she waved in acknowledgement, and I waved back. Talk about yet another pretend-not-to-notice-me moment, as I figure if she worked at this very same location, she would be sure to notice anyone passing by on the likely chance that she would know them. I have been through many such moments like this since all this shit rained down 04-2002, and this was just another. This woman is a nice person, and not in any way a rude ass, so I figure this out-of-character vignette was staged for whatever reason.
Later in the same day I went for a hike at McIntyre Bluff, and a similar deal erupted. They had put the sprinklers on for the last 150' through the field on my return, which caused me to take an alternate route which ran me past the farm store. I often go to this store for produce after my hike. About 100' before I got to the store, the regular proprietor, got into her vehicle with her son, and stayed there for a few minutes. I was held up because another (same white color) vehicle was about to turn in front of me, so I let it go. (Vehicular cluster fuck at the farm, nothing new there). When I could finally cross this driveway, the proprietor woman drove off, no acknowledgement of course. She knows my name and is friendly, or at least in the past two years, though before she seemed scared shitless of me for some unknown reason. So I could suppose this was another pretend-not-to-notice-me moment, just a little further away than above, with a component plausible deniability.
And a third pretend-not-to-notice-me moment of the week was also concluded, this one in reference to the above vineyard/winery accountant who was at yoga. While finishing at the picking job she mentioned that she thought I was at yoga, and I mentioned that I thought it was her, but wasn't sure until she was leaving the classroom and headed the other way and spoke with the staff. (She has a distinctive accent). Well at least she came forward about it, but again I find it most strange that these folks are so incurious, and put on this same pretend-not-to-notice-me acts. This makes three of these on the week, two in one day. And if I am kept in a visible white light as I suspect I am, though I cannot see it, it makes these pretend-not-to-notice-me moments all the more contrived and orchestrated. The reason I mention being kept in a white light is that other TI's have mentioned this about their circumstances, and can only detect this by way of taking a photograph. To date, no photograph I have taken, or seen of me, has revealed any such white light. (Though some photographs have been modified from what they were when I took them, film and digital alike). Though for the record, I am kept in a densified magnetic field, measured 180-200 gauss in late 2002, and 1700 gauss in about 2008, though I have no idea if that would be visible. As far as magnetic fields go, I suspect that they aren't visible, as MRI scanners are many tens of thousands of gauss, and as far as I know, there is no white light emanations.
More dream subversion last night; in color, and with some recall no less. Both of the aforementioned dream "features" are unusual to me, though it could become the new normal, per above mentioned NYC related dreams. First, they had me consorting, and playing in a band, led by one of my fave performers EJ for short, from Boise ID. The second recalled dream segment was yoga related, in some respectable association with the woman who runs the yoga studio I frequent once a week.
And what is it about the perps needing to heavily pixellate music performers on YouTube? I started a Lola Beltran session, after being such a fan of her music (audio only) for such a long time. So... onto Youtube, and then the video is heavy with pixels. I give up, and don't watch, and listen only. Back to audio only.
Anyhow, enough to call this done for the week, and get it posted.
Sunday, July 30, 2017
Beautiful Inhale
07-24-2017
"Beautiful inhale" is the term the new yoga instructor frequently uses for taking a deep breath. She is young and bubbly, always smiling, a bit like an effervescent hippy girl of long ago. I don't particularly take to those who are constantly smiling as I find this rapport at odds with my own persona. (Like, is she crazy?) I am beginning to warm up to her, and it helps that she is as lithesome as she is well proportioned. And blonde and young. Such is the male mind, totally distractable by the female form.
Though the perps do love to plant people who first seem objectionable in some aspect, and monitor me while I later re-evaluate my opinion of them.
Another day of tucking vines, and it seems I got a break productivity-wise, as the second varietal has a more vertical growing habit, and doesn't need the degree of effort to get them erect from flopping down.
Another skunk at the walk-in doctor's office, same as Saturday. The perps plugged it up enough that their "quota" of patients was exceeded by 1515h. In this realm of state managed medical care, they allow full reimbursement up to 80 (?) patients a day. After that, the state only reimburses the doctors by half that. Ergo, this clinic shuts down after the prescribed number of patients at full reimbursement. The perp assholes choked the place two days ago on Saturday morning, and so I thought I would take the risk and try today, Monday afternoon. In the past I did not have a problem at this time of day, but now I do. Thanks a bunch.
And predictably, the last pill of selegiline was this morning, so I will go at least a day without it. Which fits the pattern of perp fuckery; constantly messing with my supply of medicine or supplements so I end up skipping them when I had absolutely no intention to do so. No good habit goes unpunished (unsabotaged) or useful medication goes undisrupted.
And what was the deal last night, when the perps kept me up for at least three hours before they let me sleep? The usual tossing and turning, mostly the latter. And a new stunt; I was in a light sleep and the assholes portrayed an ant crawling around in my "vision", or more like visual cortex. I immediately jumped, as I have been inundated with ants for months now, and I nail every one. They even had ants crawling on this here LCD display a few months ago. And it seems a new hatch is out in the kitchen now.
07-25-2017
I worked two vineyards today, about 3 km apart today, same employer. I suppose that isn't too different from last year when my employer had a vineyard 5 km away from their winery site vineyard where I reported most days.
Then I stopped work an hour early to go to the naturopath, and I am always a bit circumspect as she is so vague at times. My iron is low she says, and then doesn't have anything to offer as to how to fix it. Then, for the protocol she said she would develop for my upcoming radiotherapy for prostate cancer, all she showed me the page from a naturopathic oncology book for crissakes. Then I mention the methylation topic she introduced me to last visit, that went nowhere.
Eventually I had to promote the IV vitamin C therapy she offers, as part of preparing for radiotherapy. She wasn't adverse to doing it, but gosh, I expected her to be little more with it. I never did get a baseline plasma vitamin C level test from her last visit, so this whole deal doesn't have a quantifiable start or end state.
07-26-2017
In the orchestrated juggling of clinical events, the above IV vitamin C "happened" during the two day span of not taking selegiline. No coincidence that considering the insane fuckery that goes on manipulating the "forgets" over taking supplements and planned "shortages".
I finally got into the walk-in doctor today, who wasn't too moved to offer an alternative, as the selegiline is giving me tingling toes. This guy seemed a little more professional than the last time, as I mentioned that a dopamine shortage is manifested in a number of ways, and listed some, and he just stared at me. This time, on account of the tingling toes, more blood tests. Anyhow, he did say the shrink I am to see in September is "on top of it", and also offered that he is "thorough". So maybe, a real doctor that knows something about dopamine is in the offing, though I am not going to hold my breath, as I consider them to be constrained by the perps, and by way of past experience, have written them off as the Liar's Club.
Post IV vitamin C today, and I feel better. It was 34C today, and I felt fine. Though the perps did add some adverse fuckery games while tucking vines; scrambling me as to what wire (# 2 or 3) I am working on, as we are putting both up, after dropping each. Another trick they like to do is to cross them up, to create more angst and confusion as to which wire is what. And too, this adversity "blows up" near row ends, their favorite place to add more adversity, outside noise, and of course, the gangstalking co-workers who "happen" to be there. Have I beaten on the theme enough, that the perps are obsessed over any direction changes I make, seeming to fit with changes of energetic anisotropy they so like to remotely monitor. Even the crew boss' dog is in on it.
At the Rx counter at the LD store, a wacko stalker comes up behind me and says "nice legs", presumably in reference to my own tanned and waxed legs. I look at him like he was nuts, and just when I am about to enter my PIN number, he flicks his arm out and crouches low for some mysterious reason. I look at him again, like he is really nuts.
As it "happened", the pharmacy tech at the counter thought the "nice legs" remark was directed at her, even if her legs were hidden by the counter, and responded in kind. If I couldn't see her legs how could the Fuckwit behind me do so? Anyhow, I finish my transaction on the debit card machine and wander off. In a few minutes, while at the second cashier at LD, I get a call on my phone, but of course I wasn't allowed to answer it as the ringing stopped as soon at I touched it. (Usual phone answering sabotage). Later I review the message at home and it was the pharmacy tech, explaining at length as to how embarrassed she was at responding to the "nice legs" comment from the Fuckwit wacko (my term), who she thought was with me for some perverse reason. I phoned back and got another pharmacy tech, and conveyed my observation that there was no need for embarrassment etc. All too strange, and of course timed for that very moment of intense perp fuckery, making a financial transaction.
07-27-2017
More boring vine tucking in the heat; "only" 32C today. Plenty more mind fuck games over the tucking; e.g. what trellis wire belongs where, and finding out if they are crossed, laterally, or vertically. One row had me infuriated for at least 30 min. Then it was lunch time, and lo, some 30 minutes after lunch, they started that shit up again.
Another blood test today, the second in a week. Obviously the IV vitamin C, and restarting selegiline after two days off is a big deal. Though, I have a sense the perps can withdraw blood from me by teleportation means anytime they want. As to why they have me go through the conventional method is unclear to me. Perhaps they need more mortals to come in contact with my blood, say, handling the test tubes. The usual gut strut stalkers in there;
07-29-2017
A day off, Saturday, and one that became food acquisition oriented. The farmer's market, a major gangstalk scene as it is such a clusterfuck, though less so when I go early. I had a male bun-head with a major tattoo attack down his arms hounding my ass. The regular stand I go to was staffed with the regular woman, who for the first time in two years, put on a very friendly persona today. She has always been a bit cautious, if not furtive, but not unfriendly. But this time she put on a big smile for crissakes. Funny how I get these personality transformations all the time, which I did before all this shit rained down on me in 04-2002.
Then to the new-old specialty grocer, now changed hands, as it was a Penticton landmark for over 40 years. And lo, with the new points system they now have, the cashier addressed me by my first name. Under the old ownership, this never happened, even with their own points system. Since the cashier worked under the old ownership, this was (to me) quite the transformation.
Then onto hiking, and my tanning plans came to little, even after packing the 2kg portable cot in my pack. There were bear sightings posted and I didn't feel like going to the more remote area by myself. Just maybe the perp's planted this anxious notion, something they are long practiced at. Then after the 2 hour hiike, onto the adjacent farm store where I picked up my pre-ordered 3lb of basil. The cashier was chatty and pleasant, another case of persona change going back some four years. It was last year she became friendly, which has continued. Again, these persona changes seem to be arranged over long periods, and for whatever reason, though under the rationale of habituation, they change.
And my evening plans to join my work-injured colleague came to naught; he claimed he wasn't feeling up to it in a text I received when I was halfway down the hill during my hike. Perhaps he got the word to beg off from the perps, who made some kind of determination after I spent my lunch in the sun. The assholes also had me "forget" to take a spoon or a fork, and with no substitutes, so I had to use my fingers. For someone who loathes a mess on my hands, the assholes got me big time.
This eating utensils fuckery has been going on for over two years now, and I am getting severely pissed about this. These "forgets" over bringing my titanium fork, spork or whatever have got way out of control. Sometimes as a result of a forced "forget" I have a knife, and scoop lunchtime food with the back edge of it. Then the fuckery advanced to the point that I had to borrow a fork from the winery at work, this year and last. So to prevent more inconvenience, I keep a spare utensil in my regular day pack and vehicle glove box. Today, the assholes had me take my large back for the portable cot, which turned out to be a ruse (per above), which does not have any spare utensil set in it. So I was caught out, and had no knife either. So what in the fuck is it that is so important to the perps over what eating (or food preparation) utensils I use? And this insane bullshit for over 15 years as part of their targeted relentless abuse and harassment program all because they don't have the gumption to show their face and declare their intentions. I just don't understand how such a large and pervasive organized with unlimited funds could be so fundamentally rigid over keeping me, and other TI's, as kept human lab rats over this principle of non-declaration. Like who are they fooling?
07-30-2017
Sunday, but a working day at a part time vineyard, doing S side de-leafing. The perps had me "forget" to bring my water bottle today, so I had to settle for cup fulls from the outside hos bib. The "cup" being my lunch container, usually for pecans which I had to eat first. Another forced "forget" was the selegiline medication, not taking it with my breakfast, my usual routine. Another forced "forget" was my current habit of preparing my vehicle for a hot day while parked; I always open the windows a crack and put up the reflective wind shield on the inside. I have been doing this every hot day for months, and I "happen" to forget? At lunch time I made the trip to the vehicle to put all in order. But why?
Anyhow, the perps have ground me into a rage-fied state tonight after a day of working outside in the heat, scrambling my usual prudent food preparation habits. Enough of this pedantic trivia, and onto posting this for the week.
"Beautiful inhale" is the term the new yoga instructor frequently uses for taking a deep breath. She is young and bubbly, always smiling, a bit like an effervescent hippy girl of long ago. I don't particularly take to those who are constantly smiling as I find this rapport at odds with my own persona. (Like, is she crazy?) I am beginning to warm up to her, and it helps that she is as lithesome as she is well proportioned. And blonde and young. Such is the male mind, totally distractable by the female form.
Though the perps do love to plant people who first seem objectionable in some aspect, and monitor me while I later re-evaluate my opinion of them.
Another day of tucking vines, and it seems I got a break productivity-wise, as the second varietal has a more vertical growing habit, and doesn't need the degree of effort to get them erect from flopping down.
Another skunk at the walk-in doctor's office, same as Saturday. The perps plugged it up enough that their "quota" of patients was exceeded by 1515h. In this realm of state managed medical care, they allow full reimbursement up to 80 (?) patients a day. After that, the state only reimburses the doctors by half that. Ergo, this clinic shuts down after the prescribed number of patients at full reimbursement. The perp assholes choked the place two days ago on Saturday morning, and so I thought I would take the risk and try today, Monday afternoon. In the past I did not have a problem at this time of day, but now I do. Thanks a bunch.
And predictably, the last pill of selegiline was this morning, so I will go at least a day without it. Which fits the pattern of perp fuckery; constantly messing with my supply of medicine or supplements so I end up skipping them when I had absolutely no intention to do so. No good habit goes unpunished (unsabotaged) or useful medication goes undisrupted.
And what was the deal last night, when the perps kept me up for at least three hours before they let me sleep? The usual tossing and turning, mostly the latter. And a new stunt; I was in a light sleep and the assholes portrayed an ant crawling around in my "vision", or more like visual cortex. I immediately jumped, as I have been inundated with ants for months now, and I nail every one. They even had ants crawling on this here LCD display a few months ago. And it seems a new hatch is out in the kitchen now.
07-25-2017
I worked two vineyards today, about 3 km apart today, same employer. I suppose that isn't too different from last year when my employer had a vineyard 5 km away from their winery site vineyard where I reported most days.
Then I stopped work an hour early to go to the naturopath, and I am always a bit circumspect as she is so vague at times. My iron is low she says, and then doesn't have anything to offer as to how to fix it. Then, for the protocol she said she would develop for my upcoming radiotherapy for prostate cancer, all she showed me the page from a naturopathic oncology book for crissakes. Then I mention the methylation topic she introduced me to last visit, that went nowhere.
Eventually I had to promote the IV vitamin C therapy she offers, as part of preparing for radiotherapy. She wasn't adverse to doing it, but gosh, I expected her to be little more with it. I never did get a baseline plasma vitamin C level test from her last visit, so this whole deal doesn't have a quantifiable start or end state.
07-26-2017
In the orchestrated juggling of clinical events, the above IV vitamin C "happened" during the two day span of not taking selegiline. No coincidence that considering the insane fuckery that goes on manipulating the "forgets" over taking supplements and planned "shortages".
I finally got into the walk-in doctor today, who wasn't too moved to offer an alternative, as the selegiline is giving me tingling toes. This guy seemed a little more professional than the last time, as I mentioned that a dopamine shortage is manifested in a number of ways, and listed some, and he just stared at me. This time, on account of the tingling toes, more blood tests. Anyhow, he did say the shrink I am to see in September is "on top of it", and also offered that he is "thorough". So maybe, a real doctor that knows something about dopamine is in the offing, though I am not going to hold my breath, as I consider them to be constrained by the perps, and by way of past experience, have written them off as the Liar's Club.
Post IV vitamin C today, and I feel better. It was 34C today, and I felt fine. Though the perps did add some adverse fuckery games while tucking vines; scrambling me as to what wire (# 2 or 3) I am working on, as we are putting both up, after dropping each. Another trick they like to do is to cross them up, to create more angst and confusion as to which wire is what. And too, this adversity "blows up" near row ends, their favorite place to add more adversity, outside noise, and of course, the gangstalking co-workers who "happen" to be there. Have I beaten on the theme enough, that the perps are obsessed over any direction changes I make, seeming to fit with changes of energetic anisotropy they so like to remotely monitor. Even the crew boss' dog is in on it.
At the Rx counter at the LD store, a wacko stalker comes up behind me and says "nice legs", presumably in reference to my own tanned and waxed legs. I look at him like he was nuts, and just when I am about to enter my PIN number, he flicks his arm out and crouches low for some mysterious reason. I look at him again, like he is really nuts.
As it "happened", the pharmacy tech at the counter thought the "nice legs" remark was directed at her, even if her legs were hidden by the counter, and responded in kind. If I couldn't see her legs how could the Fuckwit behind me do so? Anyhow, I finish my transaction on the debit card machine and wander off. In a few minutes, while at the second cashier at LD, I get a call on my phone, but of course I wasn't allowed to answer it as the ringing stopped as soon at I touched it. (Usual phone answering sabotage). Later I review the message at home and it was the pharmacy tech, explaining at length as to how embarrassed she was at responding to the "nice legs" comment from the Fuckwit wacko (my term), who she thought was with me for some perverse reason. I phoned back and got another pharmacy tech, and conveyed my observation that there was no need for embarrassment etc. All too strange, and of course timed for that very moment of intense perp fuckery, making a financial transaction.
07-27-2017
More boring vine tucking in the heat; "only" 32C today. Plenty more mind fuck games over the tucking; e.g. what trellis wire belongs where, and finding out if they are crossed, laterally, or vertically. One row had me infuriated for at least 30 min. Then it was lunch time, and lo, some 30 minutes after lunch, they started that shit up again.
Another blood test today, the second in a week. Obviously the IV vitamin C, and restarting selegiline after two days off is a big deal. Though, I have a sense the perps can withdraw blood from me by teleportation means anytime they want. As to why they have me go through the conventional method is unclear to me. Perhaps they need more mortals to come in contact with my blood, say, handling the test tubes. The usual gut strut stalkers in there;
07-29-2017
A day off, Saturday, and one that became food acquisition oriented. The farmer's market, a major gangstalk scene as it is such a clusterfuck, though less so when I go early. I had a male bun-head with a major tattoo attack down his arms hounding my ass. The regular stand I go to was staffed with the regular woman, who for the first time in two years, put on a very friendly persona today. She has always been a bit cautious, if not furtive, but not unfriendly. But this time she put on a big smile for crissakes. Funny how I get these personality transformations all the time, which I did before all this shit rained down on me in 04-2002.
Then to the new-old specialty grocer, now changed hands, as it was a Penticton landmark for over 40 years. And lo, with the new points system they now have, the cashier addressed me by my first name. Under the old ownership, this never happened, even with their own points system. Since the cashier worked under the old ownership, this was (to me) quite the transformation.
Then onto hiking, and my tanning plans came to little, even after packing the 2kg portable cot in my pack. There were bear sightings posted and I didn't feel like going to the more remote area by myself. Just maybe the perp's planted this anxious notion, something they are long practiced at. Then after the 2 hour hiike, onto the adjacent farm store where I picked up my pre-ordered 3lb of basil. The cashier was chatty and pleasant, another case of persona change going back some four years. It was last year she became friendly, which has continued. Again, these persona changes seem to be arranged over long periods, and for whatever reason, though under the rationale of habituation, they change.
And my evening plans to join my work-injured colleague came to naught; he claimed he wasn't feeling up to it in a text I received when I was halfway down the hill during my hike. Perhaps he got the word to beg off from the perps, who made some kind of determination after I spent my lunch in the sun. The assholes also had me "forget" to take a spoon or a fork, and with no substitutes, so I had to use my fingers. For someone who loathes a mess on my hands, the assholes got me big time.
This eating utensils fuckery has been going on for over two years now, and I am getting severely pissed about this. These "forgets" over bringing my titanium fork, spork or whatever have got way out of control. Sometimes as a result of a forced "forget" I have a knife, and scoop lunchtime food with the back edge of it. Then the fuckery advanced to the point that I had to borrow a fork from the winery at work, this year and last. So to prevent more inconvenience, I keep a spare utensil in my regular day pack and vehicle glove box. Today, the assholes had me take my large back for the portable cot, which turned out to be a ruse (per above), which does not have any spare utensil set in it. So I was caught out, and had no knife either. So what in the fuck is it that is so important to the perps over what eating (or food preparation) utensils I use? And this insane bullshit for over 15 years as part of their targeted relentless abuse and harassment program all because they don't have the gumption to show their face and declare their intentions. I just don't understand how such a large and pervasive organized with unlimited funds could be so fundamentally rigid over keeping me, and other TI's, as kept human lab rats over this principle of non-declaration. Like who are they fooling?
07-30-2017
Sunday, but a working day at a part time vineyard, doing S side de-leafing. The perps had me "forget" to bring my water bottle today, so I had to settle for cup fulls from the outside hos bib. The "cup" being my lunch container, usually for pecans which I had to eat first. Another forced "forget" was the selegiline medication, not taking it with my breakfast, my usual routine. Another forced "forget" was my current habit of preparing my vehicle for a hot day while parked; I always open the windows a crack and put up the reflective wind shield on the inside. I have been doing this every hot day for months, and I "happen" to forget? At lunch time I made the trip to the vehicle to put all in order. But why?
Anyhow, the perps have ground me into a rage-fied state tonight after a day of working outside in the heat, scrambling my usual prudent food preparation habits. Enough of this pedantic trivia, and onto posting this for the week.
Sunday, January 15, 2017
Amateur Electrician
01-09-2017
That would be me, amateur electrician, though I always do a professional job. I once took a house wiring course in the evening, taught by an electrician, and have always scrupulously followed the electrical code. I have in my house owning past installed 4-ways (two switches controlling two lights), 3-ways, a sub-panel, and a litany of switches and outlet boxes. And today, still at the First Feral Family house, I was at it again, as my perp-abetting mother needed an outlet near the top of the stairs for a night light to enable her to see the top of the stairs before descending. There isn't a decent overhead light, as it seems her vision is going. And as we all know, when it comes to renovations, even if limited to electrical ones, one project morphs into another.
And so it was; an install of the single gang electrical box, acquired at Home Depot in a mighty gangstalking scene yesterday, replete with blondes on cell phones with shopping carts reprising at both my aisle stops, and the inevitable shiftless and fugly dudes who parade behind them. (And who block the aisles and arrive for no seeming purpose). Actually, in "normal" perp keeping, they had me revisit the store again today, as the physical impossibility of cramming three connectors (marettes we call them here, but that is the manufacturer's name), and six conductors into a single gang box was nigh impossible. I looked up the "box fill" chart, and it was according to code for a 11 cubic inch box, but in TI World, where every possibility is exploited for maximum inconvenience and hassle, it wasn't doable. Besides, my mother had already had four AC plugs hanging off this single gang duplex receptacle, so I decided a two gang box with two duplex receptacles (4 outlets in all) was much better. And I got my box fill, and could jump the receptacles and avoid two connectors (marettes). It all worked better in the end, but what a grievous hassle it was.
Then the hassle was over getting the electrical box to fit in the wall straight, getting the receptacles plumb, getting the box positioned so the receptacles weren't sucked back into the wall, thwarting the inevitable push back from the springy conductors (normal), and many other adjustment problems. In the process, the assholes also made me grab the live outlet to get the characteristic AC tingle (electric shock) in the the fingers. Thanks assholes, I have done at least 200 hours of electrical work and I have never, ever, made that mistake before.
Then I get to repeat this electrical installation exercise again when back in Penticton in a few days see below), as they had me purchase ceiling mounted track and lighting. While the project was planted in mind for the last two years, I did not want to do this as it costs too much money. Lo, if there wasn't a local sale on lighting track and when making a phone inquiry, they seemed not to have it. But as the store was close to the irrigation store that I had just visited, I dropped by at the lighting shop and ended up with all the track, light heads and connecting boxes, all to pack back to Penticton in a few days time. The attractive blonde woman at the lighting shop put me onto the sales guy with the UK accent, who was a very decent and informative person. Then the near thing four days later when I wanted to get two more heads (light fixtures that fit on tracks), and bulbs; the attractive blonde woman was at the track section and got the UK guy again. Again, all was copesthetic with him.
Though the perps DO LOVE putting on UK accents around me; the BBC News of course, and dear Global Vancouver has a dishy new UK babe on the 6:00 news. Though I think they should of stuck with blonde AD, whom I just adore (and with a home grown accent).
And what exactly is it that so interests the perps so much in having me mess with household electrical wiring? The short answer is I don't know, but from what I can tell, by way of them pissing me off with finger fumbling, tool dropping and forced "forgets", they are interested in insulated sheathing and its colors, and all the associated wire stripping, revealing the copper wire and connecting the conductors. Woo-hoo; there are legions of electricians out there doing this work every day, and presumably the perps can surreptitiously follow them as they have done to me for my first 47 years, so what exactly is their interest? Again, I don't know, but given the perp's insane perseverance over showing me copper colored vehicles these 14.5 years of this abuse-athon, it might be about the copper color "vibe", and too, separating this from my interaction with the earth energies of this particular copper metal. Surely to fuck they have surveilled enough unaware subjects over the millennia wearing copper jewelry that they don't need to fuck with me over this? But no, the perps are utterly relentless, consistent and singular over whatever research objectives they have over copper, metals, and their electrification. And who knows how many times I handled copper ore samples by way of my youthful interest in geology, abetted by my father who was a geologist (though primarily in coal and oil).
I did the driving with my perp-abetting mother so she could acquire a walker, one she ordered last week. The perps pulled an advance hailstorm to line the roads with hail, still on the ground when she exited the store with her new walker. The perps went nuts with vehicular gangstalking once she exited the store; two Fuckwits parked broadside to the stalls, "causing" another two to get backed up behind them, all with this backdrop of hail still on the ground. Prior to that, a "warm up" to fuel the vehicle with a B-train fuel tanker "happening" to make a delivery and to force me to back up to the pump and was 10' away while fueling the vehicle. Then onward and stopping at HD, this time free of gangstalkers in the electrical department, but not at the checkouts which "happened" to have a customer surge (read gangstalking surge) when I arrived to pay. All to hold me up in attempting to pay, and haven't we done that at least a few thousand times since all the perps went beserk/overt on me in 04-2002?
I "happened" to encounter my former director at the MoF in my government forestry days,1990-1999 at the local LD store. These were the days of building software and a database for permanent sample plot data for forest growth and yield studies, a difficult project to say the least, as it took three attempts to get it nailed down with a system that was easy to maintain. Explicit rules and no hidden data meaning or black box subroutines was also part of the design criteria, coming from me, after witnessing the captive (and expensive) software maintenance situation that was endemic at the time.
Back to the "happenchance" meeting in the aisle of LD; he is coming at me head down and I didn't think anything of this person, just another gangstalker to negotiate around. Then he looks up to then identify me at the last instant, though by then I was looking past at him. It seemed so contrived, aka, arranged.
01-11-2016
I drove from Victoria to Penticton today, mastering the BC Ferry, then the lower mainland arterials (Greater Vancouver) to get to Ikea, then onto the new 17 route to then get to the Hwy 1 which took me out the Fraser Valley to Hope, and after a fuel up, onto Hwy 5 (the Coquihalla Pass), then to Merrit, then to the 97c route to the Penask Summit to Peachland and then to Penticton. This was in my mother's Ford Escape, now mine, as she has decided she cannot drive any more. I had the summer tires on board along with a bunch of my own stuff that was lingering at the First Feral Family house, and also, to prevent more theft by my light fingered brother in Kamloops. (He appears to have stolen my speakers from the crawl space two years ago, and my 4' electronic level and some kitchenware have gone missing in the last year).
So... here I was driving a brown interior-ed vehicle with a light metallic tan body, and with 4 tires on board. And we know who loves all things rubber, don't we? Sure enough, they put on a flatbed with a load of five over-width new large vehicle tires, 12' in diameter (maximum lane width). It took a while to pass this long vehicle as it was steep and I wanted to be sure that I didn't sideswipe his load, hanging out as it was.
01-12-2017
Back to getting things done in this town; banking and then onto getting my new eyeglasses, ones that had to be pulled and heated to get the frame to sit on my face straight. Not that the assholes had damaged the glasses any (unusual in all the history of wearing them), but that they just don't sit straight on my face right from the factory. So the old ones got fixed first as a practice round, and the new ones fixed second, the frames being identical, though both with slightly different modifications to have cable temples put on. Another game the assholes play is to have eyeglasses slip on my face all the time, and so I had to get them modified to deal with that bullshit, and the cable temples did a good job. Last year, one temple "failed" and was replaced and it then required a new custom cable. This made the temples asymmetrical (as they wouldn't use the one I supplied), a situation the perps constantly like to create. So today, I advance (in perp-think terms) to symmetrical temples on my eyeglasses frames, though the lenses are different.
My last pair of new eyeglasses got special perp attention in 2010, when they pulled this all-time ridiculous stunt of two men both wearing fedoras that came through the door as I was about to exit. Talk about a 1950's retro moment. Today, it was a blonde staff member trailed by a fugly elderly patient as my first sight after the frame adjustment person, who was very helpful (also blonde).
01-13-2017
The perp driven compulsion over getting my legs waxed again. The student from last time began, and then the instructor came around 10 minutes later and worked on the other leg at the same time. She and I talk about wineries and wines each time, and it is very convivial with a three year history of our mutual topical interests. She is very large, and when done, why, I get to see her oversized ass from my horizontal level while she is about to depart and consequently I look away. She then moves closer to me so I get to see her ass again. Funny how that "happens", these Unfavorable moments get reprised, often in close sequence (e.g. the grocery store stalkers who have an unerring habit of crossing my path in such predictable sequences- outside, inside near the windows, at the back of the store, perhaps a few more aisles, even the freezer cases, then at the checkout and then outside again).
Then onto getting a tan at the salon, after some back and forth appointment games, the attendant phoning me to say that she gave me the wrong time for the next customer. Don't ask me how one does that, but stranger things have "happened".
01-14-2017
I set the alarm for 0630h, and got screwed into a 0830h get-up time. Which meant the assholes fucked me out of attending the Okanagan Prostate Support Group meeting, the third such instance in succession since I attended my first meeting in October. Get this, the assholes give me prostate cancer and time it for the summer when there are no meetings (a two month planned hiatus), and then they finally allow me to attend an initial meeting in October. I planned to attend the next meeting in November they pull a Saturday work day, my only one of the 8 week winery gig. Then in December another gig ran late, and we worked Saturday. And then today's jerkaround. What fucking purpose does this serve? Having the victim attend one public meeting and then screwing them out of the next three in succession, all for a disease they gave the victim in the first place.
And what is it about obstructing me in creating and sending job resumes that is so important to the perps? One out of three I am batting tonight. A Monster managed HR site managed to lock me out over creating an "account", and then when I wanted to reset the password it would not take it. Then to contact someone, it sent me to the same page. Like, we did contingent infinite loops 20 years ago, where one fuckup (unknowingly made by the victim) then feeds into a loop that one cannot escape (error contingency). Bravo Monster; another resume submission thwarted. An alternative was to submit via Linked In, another sore spot due to perp fuckery, and lo, if that particular option didn't disappear when the job page was re-visited.
Depending on how you count it, I might be batting one out of four on job submissions; a colleague was to send me a job posting a week ago and didn't. Fine, and not the first time promised emails haven't arrived. I get a text message to say that he has sent it, and lo, if it didn't arrive. So what is it about job postings and applications that has to be obstructed all the time? I don't get it; they can obstruct me all they want and I would never know it, as sending an email could be easily intercepted without my knowledge. So why put me through this obvious fuckery?
Then onto a more home-grown/local vineyard job resume fuck up. This time, two jobs were sent by an email notice and no contact information for either of them.
Saturday, and laundry day today. The usual grimace from the co-owner woman, the chatty husband was his usual self. All to keep me wandering around with my change in my hand to hold me up from starting my loads. Later, strategic blocking by "customers" of my usual dryer, so I used a different one that squeaked like hell, and so got out and went home. When back, why, more strategic blocking, this time of the dryer I used. How anyone could approach me from 10' away, stop at 5' in a narrow aisle situation and not notice me (or anyone) and stand there dumbstruck (or more like it, faux dumbstruck) is beyond me. I have never encountered so many stupid assholes who pretend to inadvertently block egress until all this shit rained down on me since 04-2002.
01-15-2017
Sunday, and I got screwed into a 11 hour sleep, getting up at 1000h. Talk about punching a hole in my day, but we have done this before. And all the more in winter for some reason; they just love to lay on these extended sleeps. Not that my dreams were any pleasant either, and normally I don't remember them. Even if they have been more vivid since I started taking melatonin since 09-2016. The exception was last night (in dream) when for some reason they had someone fly out of their concert seat some 60' away, and the concert hall was populated, though no one was playing. This would violate their usual code of not having anyone witnessing their extra-conventional games, be it violating gravity or teleportation. I can assure you that I have never seen such an egregious variance of what the perps permit me to see, and it is all the more curious that it would show up in my dreams. As mentioned many times, I have come to know that dreams can be accessed by the perps at will, and they will plant whatever they want me to see. For what purpose, I have no idea.
Back to being amateur electrician again today, though it was more of a home modification job. It was putting up 20' of track in three segments, a T shape, the top of the T sitting 15" parallel to a wall, and the middle segment feeding it from 8' away from a what was as central living room light. This particular light had pathetic light output, and the two 6' segments along the wall now with four spot lamps provide this here desk with some much needed illumination. I must say, it all looks grand, now with adequate illumination over my work area, and added floods that fill the living room. All in LED lamps, and a decent 3000K color temperature. Well done, even if must thank the perps for that one.
The lighting project wasn't without infernal perp harassment though; they pulled screwdrivers from my hands once I was standing on the chair, twice over one screw even, and some major confusion over cutting the track to length. At least two screamings at them every five minutes or so. This was a 7 hour job. It could of been worse they like to tell me, and could of cognitively clobbered all the more. Forget about being allowed to do any jobs that require fine motor control assembly. They also pulled some faux electrocution games, where the wire end somehow tingled me (one finger), and they even did this when grabbing the unpowered track connector through two fingers on one hand. I tested the conductors at least twice to ensure that the power was off, and still the asshole applied these faux electrocution games. Perhaps they were reprising the sensation of being electrocuted through my fingers, in the above mentioned prior wiring job.
Anyhow, this is it for the week, and I will post this to close it off.
That would be me, amateur electrician, though I always do a professional job. I once took a house wiring course in the evening, taught by an electrician, and have always scrupulously followed the electrical code. I have in my house owning past installed 4-ways (two switches controlling two lights), 3-ways, a sub-panel, and a litany of switches and outlet boxes. And today, still at the First Feral Family house, I was at it again, as my perp-abetting mother needed an outlet near the top of the stairs for a night light to enable her to see the top of the stairs before descending. There isn't a decent overhead light, as it seems her vision is going. And as we all know, when it comes to renovations, even if limited to electrical ones, one project morphs into another.
And so it was; an install of the single gang electrical box, acquired at Home Depot in a mighty gangstalking scene yesterday, replete with blondes on cell phones with shopping carts reprising at both my aisle stops, and the inevitable shiftless and fugly dudes who parade behind them. (And who block the aisles and arrive for no seeming purpose). Actually, in "normal" perp keeping, they had me revisit the store again today, as the physical impossibility of cramming three connectors (marettes we call them here, but that is the manufacturer's name), and six conductors into a single gang box was nigh impossible. I looked up the "box fill" chart, and it was according to code for a 11 cubic inch box, but in TI World, where every possibility is exploited for maximum inconvenience and hassle, it wasn't doable. Besides, my mother had already had four AC plugs hanging off this single gang duplex receptacle, so I decided a two gang box with two duplex receptacles (4 outlets in all) was much better. And I got my box fill, and could jump the receptacles and avoid two connectors (marettes). It all worked better in the end, but what a grievous hassle it was.
Then the hassle was over getting the electrical box to fit in the wall straight, getting the receptacles plumb, getting the box positioned so the receptacles weren't sucked back into the wall, thwarting the inevitable push back from the springy conductors (normal), and many other adjustment problems. In the process, the assholes also made me grab the live outlet to get the characteristic AC tingle (electric shock) in the the fingers. Thanks assholes, I have done at least 200 hours of electrical work and I have never, ever, made that mistake before.
Then I get to repeat this electrical installation exercise again when back in Penticton in a few days see below), as they had me purchase ceiling mounted track and lighting. While the project was planted in mind for the last two years, I did not want to do this as it costs too much money. Lo, if there wasn't a local sale on lighting track and when making a phone inquiry, they seemed not to have it. But as the store was close to the irrigation store that I had just visited, I dropped by at the lighting shop and ended up with all the track, light heads and connecting boxes, all to pack back to Penticton in a few days time. The attractive blonde woman at the lighting shop put me onto the sales guy with the UK accent, who was a very decent and informative person. Then the near thing four days later when I wanted to get two more heads (light fixtures that fit on tracks), and bulbs; the attractive blonde woman was at the track section and got the UK guy again. Again, all was copesthetic with him.
Though the perps DO LOVE putting on UK accents around me; the BBC News of course, and dear Global Vancouver has a dishy new UK babe on the 6:00 news. Though I think they should of stuck with blonde AD, whom I just adore (and with a home grown accent).
And what exactly is it that so interests the perps so much in having me mess with household electrical wiring? The short answer is I don't know, but from what I can tell, by way of them pissing me off with finger fumbling, tool dropping and forced "forgets", they are interested in insulated sheathing and its colors, and all the associated wire stripping, revealing the copper wire and connecting the conductors. Woo-hoo; there are legions of electricians out there doing this work every day, and presumably the perps can surreptitiously follow them as they have done to me for my first 47 years, so what exactly is their interest? Again, I don't know, but given the perp's insane perseverance over showing me copper colored vehicles these 14.5 years of this abuse-athon, it might be about the copper color "vibe", and too, separating this from my interaction with the earth energies of this particular copper metal. Surely to fuck they have surveilled enough unaware subjects over the millennia wearing copper jewelry that they don't need to fuck with me over this? But no, the perps are utterly relentless, consistent and singular over whatever research objectives they have over copper, metals, and their electrification. And who knows how many times I handled copper ore samples by way of my youthful interest in geology, abetted by my father who was a geologist (though primarily in coal and oil).
I did the driving with my perp-abetting mother so she could acquire a walker, one she ordered last week. The perps pulled an advance hailstorm to line the roads with hail, still on the ground when she exited the store with her new walker. The perps went nuts with vehicular gangstalking once she exited the store; two Fuckwits parked broadside to the stalls, "causing" another two to get backed up behind them, all with this backdrop of hail still on the ground. Prior to that, a "warm up" to fuel the vehicle with a B-train fuel tanker "happening" to make a delivery and to force me to back up to the pump and was 10' away while fueling the vehicle. Then onward and stopping at HD, this time free of gangstalkers in the electrical department, but not at the checkouts which "happened" to have a customer surge (read gangstalking surge) when I arrived to pay. All to hold me up in attempting to pay, and haven't we done that at least a few thousand times since all the perps went beserk/overt on me in 04-2002?
I "happened" to encounter my former director at the MoF in my government forestry days,1990-1999 at the local LD store. These were the days of building software and a database for permanent sample plot data for forest growth and yield studies, a difficult project to say the least, as it took three attempts to get it nailed down with a system that was easy to maintain. Explicit rules and no hidden data meaning or black box subroutines was also part of the design criteria, coming from me, after witnessing the captive (and expensive) software maintenance situation that was endemic at the time.
Back to the "happenchance" meeting in the aisle of LD; he is coming at me head down and I didn't think anything of this person, just another gangstalker to negotiate around. Then he looks up to then identify me at the last instant, though by then I was looking past at him. It seemed so contrived, aka, arranged.
01-11-2016
I drove from Victoria to Penticton today, mastering the BC Ferry, then the lower mainland arterials (Greater Vancouver) to get to Ikea, then onto the new 17 route to then get to the Hwy 1 which took me out the Fraser Valley to Hope, and after a fuel up, onto Hwy 5 (the Coquihalla Pass), then to Merrit, then to the 97c route to the Penask Summit to Peachland and then to Penticton. This was in my mother's Ford Escape, now mine, as she has decided she cannot drive any more. I had the summer tires on board along with a bunch of my own stuff that was lingering at the First Feral Family house, and also, to prevent more theft by my light fingered brother in Kamloops. (He appears to have stolen my speakers from the crawl space two years ago, and my 4' electronic level and some kitchenware have gone missing in the last year).
So... here I was driving a brown interior-ed vehicle with a light metallic tan body, and with 4 tires on board. And we know who loves all things rubber, don't we? Sure enough, they put on a flatbed with a load of five over-width new large vehicle tires, 12' in diameter (maximum lane width). It took a while to pass this long vehicle as it was steep and I wanted to be sure that I didn't sideswipe his load, hanging out as it was.
01-12-2017
Back to getting things done in this town; banking and then onto getting my new eyeglasses, ones that had to be pulled and heated to get the frame to sit on my face straight. Not that the assholes had damaged the glasses any (unusual in all the history of wearing them), but that they just don't sit straight on my face right from the factory. So the old ones got fixed first as a practice round, and the new ones fixed second, the frames being identical, though both with slightly different modifications to have cable temples put on. Another game the assholes play is to have eyeglasses slip on my face all the time, and so I had to get them modified to deal with that bullshit, and the cable temples did a good job. Last year, one temple "failed" and was replaced and it then required a new custom cable. This made the temples asymmetrical (as they wouldn't use the one I supplied), a situation the perps constantly like to create. So today, I advance (in perp-think terms) to symmetrical temples on my eyeglasses frames, though the lenses are different.
My last pair of new eyeglasses got special perp attention in 2010, when they pulled this all-time ridiculous stunt of two men both wearing fedoras that came through the door as I was about to exit. Talk about a 1950's retro moment. Today, it was a blonde staff member trailed by a fugly elderly patient as my first sight after the frame adjustment person, who was very helpful (also blonde).
01-13-2017
The perp driven compulsion over getting my legs waxed again. The student from last time began, and then the instructor came around 10 minutes later and worked on the other leg at the same time. She and I talk about wineries and wines each time, and it is very convivial with a three year history of our mutual topical interests. She is very large, and when done, why, I get to see her oversized ass from my horizontal level while she is about to depart and consequently I look away. She then moves closer to me so I get to see her ass again. Funny how that "happens", these Unfavorable moments get reprised, often in close sequence (e.g. the grocery store stalkers who have an unerring habit of crossing my path in such predictable sequences- outside, inside near the windows, at the back of the store, perhaps a few more aisles, even the freezer cases, then at the checkout and then outside again).
Then onto getting a tan at the salon, after some back and forth appointment games, the attendant phoning me to say that she gave me the wrong time for the next customer. Don't ask me how one does that, but stranger things have "happened".
01-14-2017
I set the alarm for 0630h, and got screwed into a 0830h get-up time. Which meant the assholes fucked me out of attending the Okanagan Prostate Support Group meeting, the third such instance in succession since I attended my first meeting in October. Get this, the assholes give me prostate cancer and time it for the summer when there are no meetings (a two month planned hiatus), and then they finally allow me to attend an initial meeting in October. I planned to attend the next meeting in November they pull a Saturday work day, my only one of the 8 week winery gig. Then in December another gig ran late, and we worked Saturday. And then today's jerkaround. What fucking purpose does this serve? Having the victim attend one public meeting and then screwing them out of the next three in succession, all for a disease they gave the victim in the first place.
And what is it about obstructing me in creating and sending job resumes that is so important to the perps? One out of three I am batting tonight. A Monster managed HR site managed to lock me out over creating an "account", and then when I wanted to reset the password it would not take it. Then to contact someone, it sent me to the same page. Like, we did contingent infinite loops 20 years ago, where one fuckup (unknowingly made by the victim) then feeds into a loop that one cannot escape (error contingency). Bravo Monster; another resume submission thwarted. An alternative was to submit via Linked In, another sore spot due to perp fuckery, and lo, if that particular option didn't disappear when the job page was re-visited.
Depending on how you count it, I might be batting one out of four on job submissions; a colleague was to send me a job posting a week ago and didn't. Fine, and not the first time promised emails haven't arrived. I get a text message to say that he has sent it, and lo, if it didn't arrive. So what is it about job postings and applications that has to be obstructed all the time? I don't get it; they can obstruct me all they want and I would never know it, as sending an email could be easily intercepted without my knowledge. So why put me through this obvious fuckery?
Then onto a more home-grown/local vineyard job resume fuck up. This time, two jobs were sent by an email notice and no contact information for either of them.
Saturday, and laundry day today. The usual grimace from the co-owner woman, the chatty husband was his usual self. All to keep me wandering around with my change in my hand to hold me up from starting my loads. Later, strategic blocking by "customers" of my usual dryer, so I used a different one that squeaked like hell, and so got out and went home. When back, why, more strategic blocking, this time of the dryer I used. How anyone could approach me from 10' away, stop at 5' in a narrow aisle situation and not notice me (or anyone) and stand there dumbstruck (or more like it, faux dumbstruck) is beyond me. I have never encountered so many stupid assholes who pretend to inadvertently block egress until all this shit rained down on me since 04-2002.
01-15-2017
Sunday, and I got screwed into a 11 hour sleep, getting up at 1000h. Talk about punching a hole in my day, but we have done this before. And all the more in winter for some reason; they just love to lay on these extended sleeps. Not that my dreams were any pleasant either, and normally I don't remember them. Even if they have been more vivid since I started taking melatonin since 09-2016. The exception was last night (in dream) when for some reason they had someone fly out of their concert seat some 60' away, and the concert hall was populated, though no one was playing. This would violate their usual code of not having anyone witnessing their extra-conventional games, be it violating gravity or teleportation. I can assure you that I have never seen such an egregious variance of what the perps permit me to see, and it is all the more curious that it would show up in my dreams. As mentioned many times, I have come to know that dreams can be accessed by the perps at will, and they will plant whatever they want me to see. For what purpose, I have no idea.
Back to being amateur electrician again today, though it was more of a home modification job. It was putting up 20' of track in three segments, a T shape, the top of the T sitting 15" parallel to a wall, and the middle segment feeding it from 8' away from a what was as central living room light. This particular light had pathetic light output, and the two 6' segments along the wall now with four spot lamps provide this here desk with some much needed illumination. I must say, it all looks grand, now with adequate illumination over my work area, and added floods that fill the living room. All in LED lamps, and a decent 3000K color temperature. Well done, even if must thank the perps for that one.
The lighting project wasn't without infernal perp harassment though; they pulled screwdrivers from my hands once I was standing on the chair, twice over one screw even, and some major confusion over cutting the track to length. At least two screamings at them every five minutes or so. This was a 7 hour job. It could of been worse they like to tell me, and could of cognitively clobbered all the more. Forget about being allowed to do any jobs that require fine motor control assembly. They also pulled some faux electrocution games, where the wire end somehow tingled me (one finger), and they even did this when grabbing the unpowered track connector through two fingers on one hand. I tested the conductors at least twice to ensure that the power was off, and still the asshole applied these faux electrocution games. Perhaps they were reprising the sensation of being electrocuted through my fingers, in the above mentioned prior wiring job.
Anyhow, this is it for the week, and I will post this to close it off.
Sunday, April 10, 2016
Yoga Dude Cluster
04-04-2016
And what the point of putting two dudes around me at yoga tonight? Usually they disperse them but for some reason they put them both behind me, one directly behind me even.
The Noises Source house from across the lane "greeted"
And a new yogi babe, though seen before in the lobby of prior weeks, she got there ahead of me. I was the second person to arrive for class, and lo, if she somehow didn't manage to pick my usual mat location in the empty room. Tall, maybe 5'10", and slender, always a feature to get my attention. It was the first time she has been in this class, though I had seen her in the lobby for the following class for the past six weeks or so. Per usual, the perps had me fantasizing about her for the whole class. My usual refrain when my thoughts are my own is; "forget it, I am 61 and she is under 30". Added to that is; "with the hounds of hell on me 24x7, and invaded up the asshole (literally and figuratively) why would anyone be interested in me?". Indeed.
But as this is at least the fourth tall and lithe and yoga-competent woman yogi to loiter in my presence in yoga class, I can only assume she must have some perp promoted rationale to be there. Besides offering female scenery, and impressive yoga skills, I have no idea why the perps do this, sometimes double shifting them, having two in the class, like today. Star Girl was at the other side of the room, another cut from the same cloth.
Fertilizer games today; picked up 15 25 kg bags for the vineyard at the suppliers, and it was unloaded by forklift into the winery off the employer's pickup I drove. A half cup somehow spilled out from a bag and I cleaned it up from the pickup bed with a broom. And lo, when I returned home, why, the landlord had a "need" to spread fertilizer prills all over the back lawn, and the paved door way to my place. And so, out with the broom to clean that mess up too. Coincidences upon coincidences.
Warehouse shuttling with pickup and with cases of wine in the crew cab...
Broke my tying tool by having it drop on the concrete floor and breaking the hook attached to the spiral twist shaft. Hence, twisting the wire by hand for the afternoon while tying down canes to the fruiting wire.
04-05-2016
Vineyard, then rain, then rain jacket, then a call to go to the warehouse and more wine case retrieval, this time in my vehicle. Then a change in the order, so it needed to be unpacked in part, and off to the warehouse again. Another change in the pallet shipment there too, and it had to be unpacked in part. More coincidences upon coincidences.
Last night some strange dream vignettes; one, a friend of long ago, looking 30 (as he was 30 years ago) in the dream was lounging at a bus stop. In present day TI-style I avoided him, (knowing that he was a quisling perp abettor) and moved nearby where he could not see me. And somehow he knew and came from behind me and draped his arm around me. Rather perturbing to have anyone do this, and just the same in dream.
The second vignette, unrelated to the first, was ML sitting at a coffee shop, facing the door. She looked much the way she did in the mid 1990's, her days of unfortunate infamy, even slimmed down some. I came in and was about to duck out of the way (again, in present day TI-avoidance style) and she saw me and waved me over to join her at her table. Like WTF; I never met her, save seen her twice on the gangstalk circuit. It is most strange that these dreams would occur in the same sleep, and that both were "backdated", that is, the characters' ages were regressed, but present day TI engagement-avoidance mindset was in place.
04-06-2016
Vine tying, still doing manual twisting of the wire tie as my tool is broke, and parts cannot be had. I tried to get a replacement tool at one place and they said they had 40 of them back-ordered. I went to a rural supplier of winery and farm gear N of the vineyard work site, and he had no parts either as it turned out, so I bought a new one. Now $80 down after the perps' tool breaking stunt of Monday.
And so, I had to modify the new tool in keeping with the one that is broke. That is, grind the lower jaw so that the tip is pointed and can reach into the smallest of crevices. I find it most curious that I have done this for four other pruning tools from differing manufacturers. Like, don't they ever use them and find that the bypass jaw needs to get into tight places? No wonder the perps had me purchase a grinder, something I don't ordinarily have a need for. It wouldn't be the first time I have purchased tools for no seeming need, only to find it useful two or more years later.
Both male co-workers have bi-level haircuts now; that skeechy faux mohawk cut with 1/4" on the sides and longer on top. One had his done three days ago on the weekend and the other yesterday. Another fine coincidence, two same dumbshit hair cuts within two days of each other.
A gross out staff large woman staff member on loiter duty at SOF supermarket last night. Same deal two nights ago; folds of fat spilling onto other folds it seemed. The perps have it in for me to see fat people of late.
04-07-2016
Doing road traffic control today; that is, the glass bottle delivery semi-trailer blocks half the road while it is unloaded with fork lifts. Myself and my co-worker stand on the road at each end and direct and coordinate single lane alternating traffic for an hour or so, twice. We have radio contact, and line of sight as well, so not the adversity of a big road works job. And dressing a day-glo vest never hurt the perp cause, nor a orange plastic hard hat.
That was the OK part. but while getting myself together this morning, breakfast and all, the perps hit me with visiting the toilet four times for some very loose bowel movements. Not only a total gross out, but the specter of this "happening" me during the day in much less contained circumstances haunted my entire day. They did strike again in the afternoon, but I had adequate notice to get to the nearby washroom. Then again when I got back. So.... after dealing with the pissing problem on and off for over a year, and getting some 80% relief despite the useless urologist, the perps now hit me with bowel problems. They in fact did predict that, and telepathically claim they are rebuilding all my development and learning, from pissing, shitting, crawling, walking, speech etc. All in this densified magnetic field they keep me in, last measured at 1800Gauss in about 2009 or so. That is a huge whack of energy, as the base magnetic field of the Earth is 0.5Gauss. Thanks a bunch; I didn't ask for it, want it, and don't care, just leave me the fuck alone. No such chance.
An HD noise evening tonight from the back alley neighbor; at least two of them to join the dudes and their nattering and their big big ups they need to rev up ever so often. But the HD noise has been the most prevalant, about every 10 minutes I get treated to this infernal racket.
Why cannot I get streaming radio on the internet? I have been trying for years and I still cannot get it off the CBC.
04-08-2016, Friday
After doing this and that chores this week, as well as tying down vines, I get the word to "work faster". Like WTF; I had just spent 2.5 hours in the morning on other tasks in the morning, and the imminent bud break of the vines was wholly predictable from a week ago. Plus the other helper was sent home on Monday for no work.
The perps didn't help any by losing my new tying tool, so I was slower with tool swapping with the twine and regular secateurs. I "found" the new tying tool when my tool belt had been placed yesterday. All this infuriated me, along with them interfering with my fingers and making me slower. One of the office staff "happened" to be passing through the vineyard and called out to me to show me a hawk or eagle in the sky, and I agreed it was a beautiful bird. After that, the harassment hostilities abated some 60%.
04-09-2016
The small time winery part time employer had me cleaning "totes" (IBC) of flaxseed oil, the former contents, with a hot water pressure washer. It would be the first time ever that the pressure washer didn't fail or break down. But as the flaxseed oil remnants, a liter or two, were sitting around for who knows how long, the oil had a rancid fishy smell. Then he had me use dishwasher soap and it added a scent too. And he plans to put wine into these tanks. I must stop working for this guy, as his parsimonious streak is going too far to make a quality wine.
Per text from the M-F boss, I was bummed out over the productivity comparison for tie -downs in the vineyard. It seems that she tied down the remaining rows 3x faster than I did, though I haven't yet seen the results. The perps like to be sure I stay bummed out.
04-10-2016
Sunday, and a day of rest, though I was expecting to work, but yesterday's employer only came through on one day. Soo... a day like last week; domestic clean up, vacuuming, putting some things away and attending to getting winter clothes put away and bringing out the summer items. Some shopping, and even some tanning outside on the lawn. The gangstalk scene was full measure for hounding me when shopping, and they even put on an ambulance to cruise by.
My pruner blade sharpening activities (running a diamond burr on a dremel tool) were greeted with HD motorcycle noise, from the Noises Source house across the lane; not only a center for dude yapping (per above), pick-up parking rotation, and now a 22' boat arrival, but HD noise, and parked dump trucks in the past, as well as MB sedans that sit for months unused. The noise sequence continued with hot rod muffler noise, electric hand tool noise and overhead aircraft.
And infuriating harassment over sharpening the pruner blades again. I put on a nice 3mm wide bevel on the blades with the dremel burr and then planned to hone them with a diamond whetstone. It was a consistent bevel, and I put them down to get the supplies ready for the hand honing stage. When I picked up one of the blades ready to hone it with the whetstone, why, the bevel was partially attenuated; that is, it was 3mm at the hilt but 2mm at the tip, with a smooth transition. Like WTF; it wasn't that way when I put it down, and yet a few minutes later it is modified. All this after the dremel tool and the portable vice were put away of course. But as this at least the 12th time this has "happened", and that the perps have an insane obsession over sharpening tool steel and other metal fabrication/modification, I can only assume they are up to their fuckery again.
Anyhow, enough to call this done, and onto another week of whatever the Adversity Plan is.
And what the point of putting two dudes around me at yoga tonight? Usually they disperse them but for some reason they put them both behind me, one directly behind me even.
The Noises Source house from across the lane "greeted"
And a new yogi babe, though seen before in the lobby of prior weeks, she got there ahead of me. I was the second person to arrive for class, and lo, if she somehow didn't manage to pick my usual mat location in the empty room. Tall, maybe 5'10", and slender, always a feature to get my attention. It was the first time she has been in this class, though I had seen her in the lobby for the following class for the past six weeks or so. Per usual, the perps had me fantasizing about her for the whole class. My usual refrain when my thoughts are my own is; "forget it, I am 61 and she is under 30". Added to that is; "with the hounds of hell on me 24x7, and invaded up the asshole (literally and figuratively) why would anyone be interested in me?". Indeed.
But as this is at least the fourth tall and lithe and yoga-competent woman yogi to loiter in my presence in yoga class, I can only assume she must have some perp promoted rationale to be there. Besides offering female scenery, and impressive yoga skills, I have no idea why the perps do this, sometimes double shifting them, having two in the class, like today. Star Girl was at the other side of the room, another cut from the same cloth.
Fertilizer games today; picked up 15 25 kg bags for the vineyard at the suppliers, and it was unloaded by forklift into the winery off the employer's pickup I drove. A half cup somehow spilled out from a bag and I cleaned it up from the pickup bed with a broom. And lo, when I returned home, why, the landlord had a "need" to spread fertilizer prills all over the back lawn, and the paved door way to my place. And so, out with the broom to clean that mess up too. Coincidences upon coincidences.
Warehouse shuttling with pickup and with cases of wine in the crew cab...
Broke my tying tool by having it drop on the concrete floor and breaking the hook attached to the spiral twist shaft. Hence, twisting the wire by hand for the afternoon while tying down canes to the fruiting wire.
04-05-2016
Vineyard, then rain, then rain jacket, then a call to go to the warehouse and more wine case retrieval, this time in my vehicle. Then a change in the order, so it needed to be unpacked in part, and off to the warehouse again. Another change in the pallet shipment there too, and it had to be unpacked in part. More coincidences upon coincidences.
Last night some strange dream vignettes; one, a friend of long ago, looking 30 (as he was 30 years ago) in the dream was lounging at a bus stop. In present day TI-style I avoided him, (knowing that he was a quisling perp abettor) and moved nearby where he could not see me. And somehow he knew and came from behind me and draped his arm around me. Rather perturbing to have anyone do this, and just the same in dream.
The second vignette, unrelated to the first, was ML sitting at a coffee shop, facing the door. She looked much the way she did in the mid 1990's, her days of unfortunate infamy, even slimmed down some. I came in and was about to duck out of the way (again, in present day TI-avoidance style) and she saw me and waved me over to join her at her table. Like WTF; I never met her, save seen her twice on the gangstalk circuit. It is most strange that these dreams would occur in the same sleep, and that both were "backdated", that is, the characters' ages were regressed, but present day TI engagement-avoidance mindset was in place.
04-06-2016
Vine tying, still doing manual twisting of the wire tie as my tool is broke, and parts cannot be had. I tried to get a replacement tool at one place and they said they had 40 of them back-ordered. I went to a rural supplier of winery and farm gear N of the vineyard work site, and he had no parts either as it turned out, so I bought a new one. Now $80 down after the perps' tool breaking stunt of Monday.
And so, I had to modify the new tool in keeping with the one that is broke. That is, grind the lower jaw so that the tip is pointed and can reach into the smallest of crevices. I find it most curious that I have done this for four other pruning tools from differing manufacturers. Like, don't they ever use them and find that the bypass jaw needs to get into tight places? No wonder the perps had me purchase a grinder, something I don't ordinarily have a need for. It wouldn't be the first time I have purchased tools for no seeming need, only to find it useful two or more years later.
Both male co-workers have bi-level haircuts now; that skeechy faux mohawk cut with 1/4" on the sides and longer on top. One had his done three days ago on the weekend and the other yesterday. Another fine coincidence, two same dumbshit hair cuts within two days of each other.
A gross out staff large woman staff member on loiter duty at SOF supermarket last night. Same deal two nights ago; folds of fat spilling onto other folds it seemed. The perps have it in for me to see fat people of late.
04-07-2016
Doing road traffic control today; that is, the glass bottle delivery semi-trailer blocks half the road while it is unloaded with fork lifts. Myself and my co-worker stand on the road at each end and direct and coordinate single lane alternating traffic for an hour or so, twice. We have radio contact, and line of sight as well, so not the adversity of a big road works job. And dressing a day-glo vest never hurt the perp cause, nor a orange plastic hard hat.
That was the OK part. but while getting myself together this morning, breakfast and all, the perps hit me with visiting the toilet four times for some very loose bowel movements. Not only a total gross out, but the specter of this "happening" me during the day in much less contained circumstances haunted my entire day. They did strike again in the afternoon, but I had adequate notice to get to the nearby washroom. Then again when I got back. So.... after dealing with the pissing problem on and off for over a year, and getting some 80% relief despite the useless urologist, the perps now hit me with bowel problems. They in fact did predict that, and telepathically claim they are rebuilding all my development and learning, from pissing, shitting, crawling, walking, speech etc. All in this densified magnetic field they keep me in, last measured at 1800Gauss in about 2009 or so. That is a huge whack of energy, as the base magnetic field of the Earth is 0.5Gauss. Thanks a bunch; I didn't ask for it, want it, and don't care, just leave me the fuck alone. No such chance.
An HD noise evening tonight from the back alley neighbor; at least two of them to join the dudes and their nattering and their big big ups they need to rev up ever so often. But the HD noise has been the most prevalant, about every 10 minutes I get treated to this infernal racket.
Why cannot I get streaming radio on the internet? I have been trying for years and I still cannot get it off the CBC.
04-08-2016, Friday
After doing this and that chores this week, as well as tying down vines, I get the word to "work faster". Like WTF; I had just spent 2.5 hours in the morning on other tasks in the morning, and the imminent bud break of the vines was wholly predictable from a week ago. Plus the other helper was sent home on Monday for no work.
The perps didn't help any by losing my new tying tool, so I was slower with tool swapping with the twine and regular secateurs. I "found" the new tying tool when my tool belt had been placed yesterday. All this infuriated me, along with them interfering with my fingers and making me slower. One of the office staff "happened" to be passing through the vineyard and called out to me to show me a hawk or eagle in the sky, and I agreed it was a beautiful bird. After that, the harassment hostilities abated some 60%.
04-09-2016
The small time winery part time employer had me cleaning "totes" (IBC) of flaxseed oil, the former contents, with a hot water pressure washer. It would be the first time ever that the pressure washer didn't fail or break down. But as the flaxseed oil remnants, a liter or two, were sitting around for who knows how long, the oil had a rancid fishy smell. Then he had me use dishwasher soap and it added a scent too. And he plans to put wine into these tanks. I must stop working for this guy, as his parsimonious streak is going too far to make a quality wine.
Per text from the M-F boss, I was bummed out over the productivity comparison for tie -downs in the vineyard. It seems that she tied down the remaining rows 3x faster than I did, though I haven't yet seen the results. The perps like to be sure I stay bummed out.
04-10-2016
Sunday, and a day of rest, though I was expecting to work, but yesterday's employer only came through on one day. Soo... a day like last week; domestic clean up, vacuuming, putting some things away and attending to getting winter clothes put away and bringing out the summer items. Some shopping, and even some tanning outside on the lawn. The gangstalk scene was full measure for hounding me when shopping, and they even put on an ambulance to cruise by.
My pruner blade sharpening activities (running a diamond burr on a dremel tool) were greeted with HD motorcycle noise, from the Noises Source house across the lane; not only a center for dude yapping (per above), pick-up parking rotation, and now a 22' boat arrival, but HD noise, and parked dump trucks in the past, as well as MB sedans that sit for months unused. The noise sequence continued with hot rod muffler noise, electric hand tool noise and overhead aircraft.
And infuriating harassment over sharpening the pruner blades again. I put on a nice 3mm wide bevel on the blades with the dremel burr and then planned to hone them with a diamond whetstone. It was a consistent bevel, and I put them down to get the supplies ready for the hand honing stage. When I picked up one of the blades ready to hone it with the whetstone, why, the bevel was partially attenuated; that is, it was 3mm at the hilt but 2mm at the tip, with a smooth transition. Like WTF; it wasn't that way when I put it down, and yet a few minutes later it is modified. All this after the dremel tool and the portable vice were put away of course. But as this at least the 12th time this has "happened", and that the perps have an insane obsession over sharpening tool steel and other metal fabrication/modification, I can only assume they are up to their fuckery again.
Anyhow, enough to call this done, and onto another week of whatever the Adversity Plan is.
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Re Wine Sample in Vehicle Equates to Red Vehicle Gangstalking
06-16-2014
My temporary vineyard helper ditched the red shorts today, and put on black slacks. Not that they were any help in the all day rain, but at least they didn't look ridiculous as his red sloppy shorts that went down almost to his gumboots.
I showed him the garage cum winery, and even drew a red wine sample from the tank and had him taste it. He seemed to be appreciative of its flavors and offered some relevant, if not insightful observations. Not bad for a 19 year old male. Then to do vine thinning and tucking, he on one side, me on the other.
I took the red wine sample to the lab at the end of the day, and quickly became surrounded by gangstalking vehicles all around me and large oncoming pods/formations of vehicles going the same speed. At the corner of Hwy 97 and Ekhart, where two lanes of traffic turn L when N bound, why, there were four red vehicles around me and another two nearby. All deep burgundy metallic red, with some variations, but no scarlet reds or other major hue differences. There were some white vehicles and silver-grey ones too, all to accompany me in making a L turn. I suppose the red wine sample was for perp color calibration purposes and I suppose having a 50ml that was left over at lunch time was another added bonus for the perps.
All this relentless and abusive insanity because the perps don't have the gumption to declare themselves and their purposes. Kind of like how aliens do business too.
Yoga tonight, always a subtle swarm. No other dude with his absurd wheezing and gasping. Though a new girl took my usual location ahead of me (I got delayed in arriving "forgot" my mat), and I was parked by myself near the E wall. Sometimes they do this, when all the class members cluster elsehwhere as if I am radioactive (or something like it). Other times, they rotate the Unfavored featured ones nearby, the tattoo acts, strange shaped butts, and the like. A new woman was artfully blocking my reflection in the W wall mirror, the only one I can readily see. She was in short shorts, with plenty of leg to see. When I entered the room she was in place and doing some warm up routines, and got my immediate attention with her L breast draped outside of her L leg. Not too big, not too small, but in reality I don't really care about female breast size, though the perps make it a much bigger deal than I want them to be. Call her Short Shorts for now, though that may change, read on.
06-17-2014
The vineyard owner chose expedience to get the shoots tucked in the wires for the second round. We were thinning them first, and then tucking but that was 3 or 4 rows per day, and being a numbers guy, he didn't appreciate the slower progress. Even if our thinning was affirmed by two outside viticulture personnel last year. (And the owner was away sick for three weeks). So now, it is just tuck the vines, no matter if cramming them in. Having airflow is for vines on a trellis is vital to prevent powdery mildew, which erupted two years ago. And it takes three years to get rid of it. As I said, expedience before prudence, ergo, another perp theme; lets have more things go wrong.
06-18-2014
On the financial transaction protraction front, I transferred some $2k to my daughter to deal with a hit from the recent overpayment benefits disaster that has nailed me beyond my means to pay back. I thought I would send her the money to keep her out of this debacle, as its trajectory is still unknown. And so I got screwed around with incorrectly entering her email address, and the undeliverable return message failed to inform me. Not until she gave me an alternative work email did I find that out. A lost day, and so she waited for my email the next day, and it didn't come, and got sick in the afternoon and only then did she broach the notion via a text message that maybe my first-time email got trapped in her junk mail folder. Some more text messages back and forth, and now 06-20-2014, no word as to if she received the transfer or if she felt better enough to go to work. Like WTF; can we have enough delays and protraction with two days of text messaging then a sudden cessation of the latter to leave me FUD-ed out? (As in a Fear Uncertainty Doubt invocation).
06-19-2014
An extra three hours of work at a vineyard across the lake, the same one as last week. And next door to the propane cannon that goes off every 4 minutes or so, never timed to be consistent intervals. Ostensibly it is for warding off birds from feasting on agricultural crops, cherries being nearly ripe. BUT, the cannon sounds have an unerring knack for being timed to my thoughts just like nearly all other regular noises, e.g HD motorcycles, hot rods, ill maintained vehicle mufflers, overhead aircraft, dog barkings, etc. And so it is with this fusillade of booms and pops; should I shift my attention to something else -boom, challenge the absurd level of planted thoughts over the latest new babe at yoga (three days ago, and I hardly saw her from across the room and really didn't pay attention to her much, save her short shorts).
And on the planted ideations front, above mentioned new yoga class member Short Shorts has been talked up yesterday (Wednesday) and today (Thursday) big time, and as I mentioned, I didn't have any reason whatsoever to consider her as any kind of romantic material. And if I was so taken with her visage, then why wasn't I dizzy about it the next day after the yoga class, Tuesday? It doesn't add up except to indicate remote influencing in real time. Besides, I don't consider myself to be any bit attracted to someone who is likely a shill or planted operative. I say this because it has been abundantly clear over the past 12 years that my existence (not a life), is regulated and abused with constantly and relentlessly, and no one gets near me unless they have clearance from the Psychopaths of the Fourth Reich, down to all possible minutiae of this orchestrated 24/7 nightmare, such as even a glance. I am kept in a deep labyrinth ridden rabbit hole, and don't have a clue how to get out. Why would anyone be attracted to that, assuming they have the free will to consider such in the first place?
06-20-2014
A strange night indeed; I was awakened around 0200h with leg cramps, a first, save from my swimming days of 1986-99. I got up and had some coconut water and added sea salt and went back to sleep. In another half hour, more cramps. I drank some more coconut water and the cramps ended. It was a strange precursor logic though; "somehow" (read planted notion while asleep) that I figured I could end the cramps by moving around, but I couldn't. After I turned the lights out, there was this incredible display of lights in my room; the Thousand Points of Lights thing again, and too, keeping the incandescent bulbs of the ceiling fixture glowing even when off for at least 30 seconds. Then some black 6"x 1/4" black flecks were arranged all around the room in a semi-random effect, blacker than anything else in the unlit room. I closed my eyes, and the TPL lights came back, so I put my arms over my head and that slowed them down for a half minute or so. Just the usual unusual light invasion games.
So it would seem that some asshole needed to test me with coconut water in me, and sea salt, in the middle of the night for some reason. Not when I usually imbibe beverages.
After the above disruption I was given this dream where I was in dialog with the Queen of England and the Canadian former prime minister, Brian Mulroney. Like WTF; I never dream about political figures and now this. Then they wakened me before the alarm, I shut it off, and then they sacked me for another 15 minutes of sleep. Go figure.
At work, vine tucking and plenty of helicopter action today for some reason, bringing out at least four different models to fly over. There is a helicopter flight school at Penticton airport, but only the EC-135 models belong to them.
At the vineyard there was the dueling dog barking for much of the morning; the son-in-law dropped off their yappy/yelping/squealing dashound mix, and the Rotweiler joined in with its big dog bark. Both dogs specialize in pointless barking, and excessively at that, as they rarely investigate the source of a noise, but bark in place instead. I have had four different dogs (of two breeds), and never did any of them stay in place if they detected a noise/unusual event. They all went toward the source to figure it out; if OK, then the barking stopped. Not these two, and so they barked in unison, then as a tag team, one on bass and the other in its screeching yelping. And too, a propane noise cannon is going off in the next property, and that had an unerring knack of going off with the barking dogs, as well as going off while following my thoughts or actions. One example, was a few drops of rain to hit my hat, the first of the day, and I thought "you assholes" (as it would of been caused by the perps), and boom, the propane cannon went off.
06-21-2014
I got up too late to get in and out of the Go Fresh laundromat without a freak show and gangstalkers going out of their way to pass in front of my washing machine 30 seconds or so before I got there. What I didn't expect was the human odor pong that came on when I entered, and stayed there even when the scum-inal nominative cause departed. Said scum-inal made sure to perform excessive flicking of his just laundered pants a little while later. Not too different from the proximate plastic bag flicking I get at most checkouts. And the same as a proximate gangstalker, a male "ball cap", the ubiquitous head gear of the stalking-class, who just had to flick his black plastic garbage bags opposite me at the table when I was folding my just-dry towels. Other freaks were a party of three, one female with a do-rag and sunglasses in a black overcoat to her knees, with girl in blue and green colored hair, (though with a tasteful color transition), and a blonde with gorgeous hair, but too bad about the pock marked face.
Another male act that just had to go out of his way to sweep immediately in front of my laundry in the active washing machine, foregoing the double wide aisle down the middle of the laundromat. Then there was the faux muscle dude who also came to do a "bend over" to look at his active washing machine next to mine, then proceed outside again, but looking back at me twice when I stole glances to check on his outbound status, all to find him leaning on a table and staring at me for absolutely no reason. Then he proceeded outside to sit in his vehicle. And have we not seen this absurdity before, when someone comes to stand and look at their laundry going around and splashing through the front glass window for no seeming reason? Why, it was a negro mofo some six months or more ago. The washroom stank big time when a forced piss came on to facilitate the faux muscle dude's gangstalking arrival in my absence. A skiff of soil was added to the walkway outside, and later arrivals an dithering Fuckwits at their open vehicle doors forced me to walk close by. Add in two dogs from above two parties sitting in vehicles outside, and one would know it was Another GS Day at the Laundromat.
I am three weeks late on getting my May month end finances entered in Quicken, and lo, if the session didn't time out, and when logged back in, why, the month of May does not show up in the pick list (e.g. last 10 days, last 30 days, June, May etc.). That is, the first one shows up on the list, and the latter ones show only as non-selectable blank lines in the pick list. Not forgetting that I wanted to get this done three weeks ago, and all these reciepts kept piling up to my greatest annoyance. And finally on this sunny hot Saturday, why, the banking application pick list suddenly fails. It wouldn't be the first time though, about a month ago, I had to phone in to request that the CRA (income tax folks) could not be added to my Payees list because there was no "Next" button to conclude the addition. When I mentioned this to the person on the phone, they didn't seem too motivated to get to the bottom of someone entering their banking system and messing with
their online application.
Another logout and then login "solved" the above TD Bank account pick list problem. Then another two hours of entry and then reconciliation between the two (online TD and Quicken). Will we ever get to a day when one's accounts are hosted by the bank and so we will have a single financial picture? I doubt it. It is more fun for the perps to have me screamingly infuriated over balances that don't add up (while listening to my favorite CD playing in my headphones), line items that appear on the second visitation to the page but weren't there the first time, totals that change between pages and to have deposits that show up and then disappear -making it out to be an administrative oversight etc. The above mentioned (06-18-2014) amount that was transferred from one account to another and then to my daughter, then recovered, then paid out again the next day was severely mind-fucked so it took at least 20 minutes to figure that out alone, all the while infuriated over some kind of fuckery between Quicken (local) and the online bank app. Funny how that "happens".
In all of the above, I discover $100 cash gone missing from my new wallet, and it would not be the first time this year. If, as it seems, that the perps steal food, lotions, and other common household consumables (in situ) from my place, then it makes perfect sense to me that they would steal money from my new wallet,- just another experimental item that needs to change according to their color games agenda they so often play. Curiously, the wallet that was stolen two weeks ago, and then re-appeared in my vehicle four days later at a location I looked at, re-arrived with all the cash that was in it. By then, the new wallet that I had purchased some six years ago and never used, replaced the old one. The cash disappeared from the new wallet, as I suppose because they needed color/energetic data on it, versus the old wallet that had at least 20+ cash disappearances over the years I had it.
06-22-2014
Another (second) part time vineyard work gig today; but wholly different from the prior part time and full time jobs. This lady is a trained viticulturalist from France, not older than 30 y.o. and has 20 years experience as she grew up on a vineyard where her father was a manager. Quite the revelation as to how to do the job properly to say the least.
On the perp's diet front; no brown tortillas to eat the quesadillas in, but instead, the contents (chopped chicken, tapenade, nori seaweed and some sauce) are made into a gumbo and I put it into a sealable pan I take to work for lunch. Then for breakfast they choked down the supply of yellow corn tortillas, so I had gluten free white ones with my coconut spread for the past two weeks.
On the supplement front, I am on an iodine kick, a seeming subject of huge interest to the perps, not forgetting that most of the world got an extra radioactive dose when the Fukushima reactor in Japan belched some out under its supposed "damage control" (read, controlled lies upon lies) when the tsunami filled the installation with seawater in 2011. Well done, as a perp stunt, and to ponder all the world's thyroid problems in aggregate and the supposition that just maybe they are all about nonconsensual human iodine testing too. (Though, the thyroid is not the only organ needing this apparently little understood molecule in various forms and complexes).
Anyhow, I am too tired to take on another round of observational cynicism, and so I shall post this one for the week just done.
My temporary vineyard helper ditched the red shorts today, and put on black slacks. Not that they were any help in the all day rain, but at least they didn't look ridiculous as his red sloppy shorts that went down almost to his gumboots.
I showed him the garage cum winery, and even drew a red wine sample from the tank and had him taste it. He seemed to be appreciative of its flavors and offered some relevant, if not insightful observations. Not bad for a 19 year old male. Then to do vine thinning and tucking, he on one side, me on the other.
I took the red wine sample to the lab at the end of the day, and quickly became surrounded by gangstalking vehicles all around me and large oncoming pods/formations of vehicles going the same speed. At the corner of Hwy 97 and Ekhart, where two lanes of traffic turn L when N bound, why, there were four red vehicles around me and another two nearby. All deep burgundy metallic red, with some variations, but no scarlet reds or other major hue differences. There were some white vehicles and silver-grey ones too, all to accompany me in making a L turn. I suppose the red wine sample was for perp color calibration purposes and I suppose having a 50ml that was left over at lunch time was another added bonus for the perps.
All this relentless and abusive insanity because the perps don't have the gumption to declare themselves and their purposes. Kind of like how aliens do business too.
Yoga tonight, always a subtle swarm. No other dude with his absurd wheezing and gasping. Though a new girl took my usual location ahead of me (I got delayed in arriving "forgot" my mat), and I was parked by myself near the E wall. Sometimes they do this, when all the class members cluster elsehwhere as if I am radioactive (or something like it). Other times, they rotate the Unfavored featured ones nearby, the tattoo acts, strange shaped butts, and the like. A new woman was artfully blocking my reflection in the W wall mirror, the only one I can readily see. She was in short shorts, with plenty of leg to see. When I entered the room she was in place and doing some warm up routines, and got my immediate attention with her L breast draped outside of her L leg. Not too big, not too small, but in reality I don't really care about female breast size, though the perps make it a much bigger deal than I want them to be. Call her Short Shorts for now, though that may change, read on.
06-17-2014
The vineyard owner chose expedience to get the shoots tucked in the wires for the second round. We were thinning them first, and then tucking but that was 3 or 4 rows per day, and being a numbers guy, he didn't appreciate the slower progress. Even if our thinning was affirmed by two outside viticulture personnel last year. (And the owner was away sick for three weeks). So now, it is just tuck the vines, no matter if cramming them in. Having airflow is for vines on a trellis is vital to prevent powdery mildew, which erupted two years ago. And it takes three years to get rid of it. As I said, expedience before prudence, ergo, another perp theme; lets have more things go wrong.
06-18-2014
On the financial transaction protraction front, I transferred some $2k to my daughter to deal with a hit from the recent overpayment benefits disaster that has nailed me beyond my means to pay back. I thought I would send her the money to keep her out of this debacle, as its trajectory is still unknown. And so I got screwed around with incorrectly entering her email address, and the undeliverable return message failed to inform me. Not until she gave me an alternative work email did I find that out. A lost day, and so she waited for my email the next day, and it didn't come, and got sick in the afternoon and only then did she broach the notion via a text message that maybe my first-time email got trapped in her junk mail folder. Some more text messages back and forth, and now 06-20-2014, no word as to if she received the transfer or if she felt better enough to go to work. Like WTF; can we have enough delays and protraction with two days of text messaging then a sudden cessation of the latter to leave me FUD-ed out? (As in a Fear Uncertainty Doubt invocation).
06-19-2014
An extra three hours of work at a vineyard across the lake, the same one as last week. And next door to the propane cannon that goes off every 4 minutes or so, never timed to be consistent intervals. Ostensibly it is for warding off birds from feasting on agricultural crops, cherries being nearly ripe. BUT, the cannon sounds have an unerring knack for being timed to my thoughts just like nearly all other regular noises, e.g HD motorcycles, hot rods, ill maintained vehicle mufflers, overhead aircraft, dog barkings, etc. And so it is with this fusillade of booms and pops; should I shift my attention to something else -boom, challenge the absurd level of planted thoughts over the latest new babe at yoga (three days ago, and I hardly saw her from across the room and really didn't pay attention to her much, save her short shorts).
And on the planted ideations front, above mentioned new yoga class member Short Shorts has been talked up yesterday (Wednesday) and today (Thursday) big time, and as I mentioned, I didn't have any reason whatsoever to consider her as any kind of romantic material. And if I was so taken with her visage, then why wasn't I dizzy about it the next day after the yoga class, Tuesday? It doesn't add up except to indicate remote influencing in real time. Besides, I don't consider myself to be any bit attracted to someone who is likely a shill or planted operative. I say this because it has been abundantly clear over the past 12 years that my existence (not a life), is regulated and abused with constantly and relentlessly, and no one gets near me unless they have clearance from the Psychopaths of the Fourth Reich, down to all possible minutiae of this orchestrated 24/7 nightmare, such as even a glance. I am kept in a deep labyrinth ridden rabbit hole, and don't have a clue how to get out. Why would anyone be attracted to that, assuming they have the free will to consider such in the first place?
06-20-2014
A strange night indeed; I was awakened around 0200h with leg cramps, a first, save from my swimming days of 1986-99. I got up and had some coconut water and added sea salt and went back to sleep. In another half hour, more cramps. I drank some more coconut water and the cramps ended. It was a strange precursor logic though; "somehow" (read planted notion while asleep) that I figured I could end the cramps by moving around, but I couldn't. After I turned the lights out, there was this incredible display of lights in my room; the Thousand Points of Lights thing again, and too, keeping the incandescent bulbs of the ceiling fixture glowing even when off for at least 30 seconds. Then some black 6"x 1/4" black flecks were arranged all around the room in a semi-random effect, blacker than anything else in the unlit room. I closed my eyes, and the TPL lights came back, so I put my arms over my head and that slowed them down for a half minute or so. Just the usual unusual light invasion games.
So it would seem that some asshole needed to test me with coconut water in me, and sea salt, in the middle of the night for some reason. Not when I usually imbibe beverages.
After the above disruption I was given this dream where I was in dialog with the Queen of England and the Canadian former prime minister, Brian Mulroney. Like WTF; I never dream about political figures and now this. Then they wakened me before the alarm, I shut it off, and then they sacked me for another 15 minutes of sleep. Go figure.
At work, vine tucking and plenty of helicopter action today for some reason, bringing out at least four different models to fly over. There is a helicopter flight school at Penticton airport, but only the EC-135 models belong to them.
At the vineyard there was the dueling dog barking for much of the morning; the son-in-law dropped off their yappy/yelping/squealing dashound mix, and the Rotweiler joined in with its big dog bark. Both dogs specialize in pointless barking, and excessively at that, as they rarely investigate the source of a noise, but bark in place instead. I have had four different dogs (of two breeds), and never did any of them stay in place if they detected a noise/unusual event. They all went toward the source to figure it out; if OK, then the barking stopped. Not these two, and so they barked in unison, then as a tag team, one on bass and the other in its screeching yelping. And too, a propane noise cannon is going off in the next property, and that had an unerring knack of going off with the barking dogs, as well as going off while following my thoughts or actions. One example, was a few drops of rain to hit my hat, the first of the day, and I thought "you assholes" (as it would of been caused by the perps), and boom, the propane cannon went off.
06-21-2014
I got up too late to get in and out of the Go Fresh laundromat without a freak show and gangstalkers going out of their way to pass in front of my washing machine 30 seconds or so before I got there. What I didn't expect was the human odor pong that came on when I entered, and stayed there even when the scum-inal nominative cause departed. Said scum-inal made sure to perform excessive flicking of his just laundered pants a little while later. Not too different from the proximate plastic bag flicking I get at most checkouts. And the same as a proximate gangstalker, a male "ball cap", the ubiquitous head gear of the stalking-class, who just had to flick his black plastic garbage bags opposite me at the table when I was folding my just-dry towels. Other freaks were a party of three, one female with a do-rag and sunglasses in a black overcoat to her knees, with girl in blue and green colored hair, (though with a tasteful color transition), and a blonde with gorgeous hair, but too bad about the pock marked face.
Another male act that just had to go out of his way to sweep immediately in front of my laundry in the active washing machine, foregoing the double wide aisle down the middle of the laundromat. Then there was the faux muscle dude who also came to do a "bend over" to look at his active washing machine next to mine, then proceed outside again, but looking back at me twice when I stole glances to check on his outbound status, all to find him leaning on a table and staring at me for absolutely no reason. Then he proceeded outside to sit in his vehicle. And have we not seen this absurdity before, when someone comes to stand and look at their laundry going around and splashing through the front glass window for no seeming reason? Why, it was a negro mofo some six months or more ago. The washroom stank big time when a forced piss came on to facilitate the faux muscle dude's gangstalking arrival in my absence. A skiff of soil was added to the walkway outside, and later arrivals an dithering Fuckwits at their open vehicle doors forced me to walk close by. Add in two dogs from above two parties sitting in vehicles outside, and one would know it was Another GS Day at the Laundromat.
I am three weeks late on getting my May month end finances entered in Quicken, and lo, if the session didn't time out, and when logged back in, why, the month of May does not show up in the pick list (e.g. last 10 days, last 30 days, June, May etc.). That is, the first one shows up on the list, and the latter ones show only as non-selectable blank lines in the pick list. Not forgetting that I wanted to get this done three weeks ago, and all these reciepts kept piling up to my greatest annoyance. And finally on this sunny hot Saturday, why, the banking application pick list suddenly fails. It wouldn't be the first time though, about a month ago, I had to phone in to request that the CRA (income tax folks) could not be added to my Payees list because there was no "Next" button to conclude the addition. When I mentioned this to the person on the phone, they didn't seem too motivated to get to the bottom of someone entering their banking system and messing with
their online application.
Another logout and then login "solved" the above TD Bank account pick list problem. Then another two hours of entry and then reconciliation between the two (online TD and Quicken). Will we ever get to a day when one's accounts are hosted by the bank and so we will have a single financial picture? I doubt it. It is more fun for the perps to have me screamingly infuriated over balances that don't add up (while listening to my favorite CD playing in my headphones), line items that appear on the second visitation to the page but weren't there the first time, totals that change between pages and to have deposits that show up and then disappear -making it out to be an administrative oversight etc. The above mentioned (06-18-2014) amount that was transferred from one account to another and then to my daughter, then recovered, then paid out again the next day was severely mind-fucked so it took at least 20 minutes to figure that out alone, all the while infuriated over some kind of fuckery between Quicken (local) and the online bank app. Funny how that "happens".
In all of the above, I discover $100 cash gone missing from my new wallet, and it would not be the first time this year. If, as it seems, that the perps steal food, lotions, and other common household consumables (in situ) from my place, then it makes perfect sense to me that they would steal money from my new wallet,- just another experimental item that needs to change according to their color games agenda they so often play. Curiously, the wallet that was stolen two weeks ago, and then re-appeared in my vehicle four days later at a location I looked at, re-arrived with all the cash that was in it. By then, the new wallet that I had purchased some six years ago and never used, replaced the old one. The cash disappeared from the new wallet, as I suppose because they needed color/energetic data on it, versus the old wallet that had at least 20+ cash disappearances over the years I had it.
06-22-2014
Another (second) part time vineyard work gig today; but wholly different from the prior part time and full time jobs. This lady is a trained viticulturalist from France, not older than 30 y.o. and has 20 years experience as she grew up on a vineyard where her father was a manager. Quite the revelation as to how to do the job properly to say the least.
On the perp's diet front; no brown tortillas to eat the quesadillas in, but instead, the contents (chopped chicken, tapenade, nori seaweed and some sauce) are made into a gumbo and I put it into a sealable pan I take to work for lunch. Then for breakfast they choked down the supply of yellow corn tortillas, so I had gluten free white ones with my coconut spread for the past two weeks.
On the supplement front, I am on an iodine kick, a seeming subject of huge interest to the perps, not forgetting that most of the world got an extra radioactive dose when the Fukushima reactor in Japan belched some out under its supposed "damage control" (read, controlled lies upon lies) when the tsunami filled the installation with seawater in 2011. Well done, as a perp stunt, and to ponder all the world's thyroid problems in aggregate and the supposition that just maybe they are all about nonconsensual human iodine testing too. (Though, the thyroid is not the only organ needing this apparently little understood molecule in various forms and complexes).
Anyhow, I am too tired to take on another round of observational cynicism, and so I shall post this one for the week just done.
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