Soap in the Eyes - All Morning

1130h
The annoyance game has extended to having either grit like or soap sensations in my right eye today. And there wasn't the usual cover story of it "happening" to flow into my eye when showering this morning. The ever variable cover story need; something I have not figured out.

The radius of planted blunder sensations has also increased in the past few days; this is the sensation of banging or bumping into something proximate when in fact I did not. This applies to the hands and fingers, as well as legs, typically when I am moving or active. The sensation is created at the same time a characteristic noise is also fabricated, providing the momentary notion that in fact it was a genuine blundering into something. Usually one glance confirms that one's limb was nowhere near the object to warrant this sensation and coincident noise, and of late, the perps have me "blundering into" objects that are at least 12" away. Before that, it was more like 2" away, or else they wouldn't bother faking it. Again, another variable need for a cover story gets dispensed with, or diminished.

And it is back to the longer mandated sleep times of the last residence; the fuckers had me sleeping for 9 hours when I had been on a near normal 8. Funny how the doctor asked about this only a few days ago, and now it has been fucked with. This is the typical managed coincidence that occurs.

I am getting the "neighbor" invoked rumbling noise, as if they have sliding glass doors that are one order of magnitude noisier than anyone else's (including mine), but are somehow easy to push, and then they engage in hyperactive balcony access that is usually timed to me swearing at more typo sabotage, or a uncontrolled thought that passes through, usually in response to what I am currently typing. Or, when a "left-field" thought comes through, usually an associated variant of what is currently topical. One such was when I was reading about vehicle engines and green initiatives and I suddenly recalled that the perps were gangstalking me with a biofuel tanker yesterday, possibly the first one I have seen in this city. Mostly, I get gangstalked with conventional petroleum sourced gasoline and heating fuel tankers, at least six per week.

The redi-mix concrete delivery truck gangstalking has also increased; I get at least four per week, sometimes two per day. The perps have also upped the red colored cabbed dump trucks; I get the same one, or appearing to be the same, dump truck at least twice per outing, and only a half block from my apartment building, sometimes speeding in the downtown quarter, a totally absurd safety prospect unless one knows that the streets and intersection controls are being managed in advance. So far, I haven't seen any unconventional physical forces applied to vehicles, though it would not surprise me before long. By controlling gravity and the physicality of everything, they could safely stop anything in an instant.

The maser and plasma games are on full time, a now constant feature of my visual field, along with vision impairment fuckery. One stunt this morning was to blur my visual field while shaking the last of the hair conditioner out of the plastic bottle when in the shower. Totally unrelated physical events that were "somehow" joined in time. Put that in your clinical hat and explain that one for you sick minded sycophantic naysayers. And I have also mentioned the perp's fixation on plastics and their likely absorption into one's body cells, possibly neural cellular structures, and this seems to drive them nuts. I get my PVC pipe packing "irrigation services" vehicles gangstalking me at least once per day now, and if driving my parents' vehicle, they are dogging me the entire journey. My portable PVC respnance testing reference. Even placing PVC chairs out in these trendy nearby cafes is not enough it seems.

Related to the games that go on with various plastics and likely pollutants that are inside me and that cause the perps such grief, which means me as the net consequence of their games, was an interesting stunt they pulled with my shaving razor. Two days ago they launched the razor handle and its blade across the sink under the guise of being near something else that I was moving, and dumped it on the bathroom counter, and then flicked the blade from the handle and dumped it down beside the toilet onto the floor. Just another fuckover game for the sickos. But interestingly, "I" somehow managed to reassemble the blade in backwards into its mount in the razor handle, and it stayed in position, looking as if it were correctly mounted. Then yesterday, there was a siren immediately before beginning shaving, and then another one occuring as I took the razor handle and attempted my first shaving stroke. Needless to say, it did not cut any stubble, and I reversed the blade in the handle and proceeded to shave. The timing of the siren noise suggests the perps wanted to get a neural noisetrack of the immediate before and during of using the razor blade in reversed position. The big attraction for the fuckers was that there are Teflon rub strips on the razor blade housing, and they needed it reversed while putting on the noise bullshit. Like I have blogged before; there is a neural investigation component to this harassment, as determined by the selective noise assaults, as well as attempting to track the energetic effects of widely dispersed (teflon) pollutants, PFOA's. These have been found in polar bears, and no one knows how they have become so dispersed. As before, it is not my problem, so why am I being fucked over for it? (And I had something else to add, and I got fucked out of that notion, something that is "occuring" all too often of late.

1220h
The coughstalking is back, this in concert with me visualizing some kind of thoughts in response to reading about the physical configuration of a design of a supposed free energy device. It was impeccable timing, and a precise replicate of what routinely transpired at my last residence location, the putative rooming house. Now more shaking and overhead floor whacking noises are starting up. In fairness though, there is significantly less in-house "resident" noise in this apartment building than the latter location.

1345h
There is a concerted rumbling noise, siren noise, and an entirely new stunt, "clickstalking". The perps have decided to create regular clicking sounds from the stove, even if it is off (no burners on), and don't need a cover story for this. And as it so "happens", the clicking occurs at the very same instant that I click my mouse, and more than onces. Now some kind of tapping has started up, and presumably is part of the show, as it resonates as if a pipe was being manipulated.

This is the post lunch period, where they go beserk more often than not, and for tracking the energetics of food digestion I suspect, especially since I eat brown colored tortillas every day, as per mind fuck games that are applied to me.

I mentioned this to the doctor and caseworker at Wednesday's appointment, and said how uncharacteristic it is, but they said nothing. And in hindsight, and likely planted hindsight, I realize how acquiescent they were; as it so happens, the caseworker gave me an introductory letter to take to a commercial kitchen that prepares frozen meals for low income persons, me being one. It was mighty curious that she didn't remind me of it at the time, but chances are it was one of those all too familiar scripted "dead moments", when I respond, and the fuckers I am talking to don't. This is consistent with what has happened in the long past, where I appear to have the last word, even if there is plenty more to talk about or debate. In this case, it was blatant relevant knowledge supression.

And as I typed that, the typo sabotage increased, "I" swore at the fuckers, and simultaneously, the in-house tapping noise started up. There is no time when I have freedom to say anything, assuming it is even me that is doing it, and I suspect not, and even my reactions are mind-fucked into being.

There has been the odd time in recent weeks where I have had a reaction to some perp affront, and the fuckers wouldn't allow me to say anything; I was totally incapable of vocalizing for a second or so, another never-before event. My read on this was that I had a reaction/thought they didn't plan for, and therefore weren't timely with the word insertion. There have been a few other instances of being totally frozen in what to do, and I attribute these to the same reason; wilful or unexpectedly applied moments of a cognitive impasse remotely applied, and likely to tell me that I have no volition whatsoever in what I say, do or think.

1410h
Here is a blog posting that summarizes the work of Nikolai A. Kozyrev (1908-1983), and makes reference to ether vortices, and their fundamental nature in the physical world. What I find interesting is the analogy to likening this flow of energy to that of a sponge (objects and beings) being immersed in water (the ether energy);

Though it would seem impossible to most people, Kozyrev showed that by shaking, spinning, heating, cooling, vibrating or breaking physical objects, their weight can be increased or decreased by subtle but definite amounts.

This, in a nutshell, explains why the perps are constantly causing objects to bang, collide, vibrate, and the rest of their remote manipulations. They are remotely assaying this vortex energy, though other names have been applied depending on the researcher; torsion, scalar, gravitational, zero-point, vacuum energy, etc.

And this excerpt would explain why the assholes are constantly pissing me off and having me be "ragefied" in "my" reaction to their fuckover stunts, typo sabotage being one abiding example:

Even more importantly, the fact that strong emotional energy could also cause a measurable at-a-distance reaction has been repeatedly documented not just by Dr Kozyrev but many others, and this is where our concepts of psychic phenomena and consciousness come into the picture.

And even more likely is that the perps are after some kind of "holy grail" outcome that, in their estimation would be compromised should they overtly experiment on a cooperative subject, hence the unrelenting harassment of their subjects world-wide. This excerpt hints at some kind of material matter and consciousness interaction, though the magnitude of the discovery is not apparent to me, or else (and more likely), I am not allowed to think as to what the ramifications are:

The data show that, somehow, a change in the mass consciousness of humanity affected the behaviour of electromagnetic energy in computer circuits around the world, especially those computers nearest to North America. This suggests that torsion waves and consciousness are essentially identical manifestations of intelligent energy.

This infers the capability to make objects move and reform simply by thought alone; no wonder the fuckers want to get there first, so they can repress everyone else from having such powers.

Another game of the perps, having vehicles course around me, turning corners in various colors and directions, is alluded to in the description of the importance of spin:

The Einstein-Cartan theory, which in 1913 established a theoretical basis for the existence of torsion fields, predicts that there is either right-handed or left-handed torsion in space, depending on the location. Subsequent discoveries in quantum physics related to the notion of "spin" confirmed that "electrons" have "right-handed" or "left-handed" spin, meaning that movement will be detected that is either clockwise or counterclockwise. All atoms and molecules maintain varying degrees of balance between right- and left-handed spin. Kozyrev determined that strongly right-handed molecules such as sugar can shield torsion effects, whereas strongly left-handed molecules such as turpentine strengthen them.

And as fructose has a reverse spin, that might explain why the perp assholes have stopped me from having fruit for the past 10 months. The mention of plastic also confering spin properties also explains why their operatives are gangstalking me constantly with plastic bags, as well as fucking over every application of Cling Wrap that I have attempted in the past five years.

And that also would explain why after I cleaned up the tar on the fridge (with paint solvent, a turpentine derivative), that mysteriously erupted at the last residence location, why they gangstalked me so heavily when I went out afterward to the grocery store.

And could it be that this article on Kozyrev was written for me to make many references? I have never encountered any web information that had so many "hits" to it in terms of explaining the harassment methods and objectives. Anyhow, no matter how this link was concocted, if the contents are largely true, then it ties substantially more of these perp games together in a neat bundle.

1855h
This is the post-dinner period, one usually noisestalked. Tonight the street screamers and whistlers are on duty, although other noise is added into the mix. It is still light out, and the reflections that "happen" to beam into my apartment have yet to begin.

The perps pulled another late afternoon nap on me, the third in succession when I get plenty of nightime sleep to begin with. They start this napping bullshit at about 1630h, and tonight I recieved over 1.5 hours of naptime. It is fucking absurd, as was the in-nap setup of a woman calling out in with some dude attempting to help her. The street whistling is still going on, and I find it totally implausible that I would hear it in such detail at six stories up. There is also some in-house (conrete construction) overhead pounding as well, another manufactured event as no one could physically shake concrete by walking over it in a conventionally constructed building.

1925h
After reading more about torsion energy, the 2 cycle motorcycle noise has been sustained, and for near hilarity, "someone" has started up the glass bottle bashing noise in the hallway, a "feature" of the last residence location, the putative rooming house. It is most strange that these identical noises follow me here, as well as ones that are unique to the concrete constructed apartments of the past. As mentioned in a previous blog, there is some kind of floor whacking noise with a soft object, such as cable, that causes a backbeat noise. This same sound has followed me to four locations over two cities. Funny how "I" didn't recall this at the doctor's office when he was asking me about any surprises as to this new location. I told him that the degree of noise was unexpected in that it should be largely dissapated at six floors up, based on personal experience from long ago. Giving him the full rundown on the anomalous noises was not allowed by the perps, whose ability to fuck with my recall has been increased over the past year.

2120h
More vision impairing fuckery as I attempt to read about zero-point energy, remote viewing and the rest of the phenomenon that go with it, including telepathy, reincarnation etc. This is obviously a perp "hot spot", but why they continue to harass me over what I read is beyond me, and isn't my problem. Yet they make another instance for pissing me off, and keeping up their concurrent noise assault. Some kind of in-house tapping keeps on, well past any maintenance activity.

Today has been a shut-in day, where somehow "I" lacked the ability to head outside and get a few errands done, one being the acquisition of omega-3 per doctor's request. Some more thought on this one suggests that the perps cannot distinguish the energetics of the body's fatty acids, so they want me to take a supplement that is a subset of this important compound.

This is almost another case of "been there, done that". Back in 2000 and 2001 they had be load up on omega fatty acids as part of a ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder) amelioration, and for two weeks or so there was a positive improvement for at least my vision. Then, like nearly all supplements and medications which prove effective, the benefits drop off, and are no more. To me, that suggests the perps are manipulating some of the body's responses, and governing them downward. With this upcoming omega 3 fatty acids supplement, I wonder what the perps have done to the contents. Things like radioactive tracers are not all that difficult for the fuckers to plant in these compounds in advance of my purchase. They regularly screw with my drinking water, as it seems some kind of electrolysis is going on, for all the bubbles that form in the bottle when I bring it home.

2240h
More clunking overhead, some being of the patented perp noises from past apartment buildings. Though, the rumbling of "neighbors sliding glass doors" has also had hyperactive occurences as well. A dull day and evening, and time to call this one done.

Saturday, the Doggiest of the Week

1415h
This is a Saturday, usually the doggiest of the harassment week, partly because that is the notion I get planted with, and partly because there are no (usually) diversions, unlike a weekday under the cover of the requirements of "getting out" (to maintain my subsidy), or other appointments. Even the remainder of the "trickle in" moving isn't happening today, as my in-town brother (and free storage provider and moving hand) hasn't phoned about the next partial move.

But I did get out to acquire some items for the kitchen and bathroom and it was another holy gangstalk event, even if I went a half block away. It does surprise me that the perps had me move so close to my usual grocery store, since 06-2006 when I gave my car to my daughter. But they did pack a lot in, and they started when I was outbound in the elevator when they put on a >6' male skinheaded operative in the identical color of jacket that I was wearring, olive drab.

Then they had a swarm of native Indians crossing the street in front of me, stringing themselves out in a line with 2 to 3' between them, a method that I am familiar with. Then onto LD where they now had smaller sized dish drying racks, the ones that sit over a drainboard. Three days ago there were none of the small size, and by dint of fluke, they were on special with a yellow sticker in front of the stack.

Needless to say, the perp gangstalkers were all over me except where they wanted me to shop, and "somehow" they fucked me out of remembering to get a paper towel rack there. I am quite familiar with the imposed graduated pace of acquisition and move in/out, and this fits the pattern, and forgetting this item of a small list doesn't fit with my normal recall abilities.

Once I was done in the kitchen section, the fuckers were all over me, and they had a mother with a baby in a stroller posted exactly where I wanted to go, the mouthwash, and only green was availible as it so happened. They also put on some lard-asses blocking the aisle, doing the pretend routine that they were unaware. And this is to get me to vocalize at least an "excuse me", and today they also mind-fucked me into muttering relevant and ascerbic commentary as to their large size.

Another large male was on duty at the back of the store, doing his back-and-forth pacing as seen many thousands of times since all this shit began in 2002. He was dressed in a teal blue sweat shirt, and then he "showed up" again at the checkouts, and then again, outside the store. In this latter instance, another seeming independent person (aka gangstalker) was near him, and wearing the same teal color, a raincoat if I recall directly. When I exited they were some 2' apart and doing the mutally oblivious routine, pretending not to know the other was there, and then magically (more like coordinated choreography) these two teal color wearing males split apart in the direction I was headed, and the only availible sidewalk room was to pass between them. And the significance of this color is that my olive drab colored raincoat was next to a same teal colored garment, that of my windblock fleece vest that I wore yesterday and got gangstalked with a WIB (Woman In Black) wearing a hat of the identical color, see posting.

I also got the blonde treatment in the checkout line, though with a twist; this woman with features that seem to have drooped an inch down her face was first on aisle gangstalk duty, and then later arrived right behind me at the checkout. She was plain ugly to look at, and I was determined to not look at her again, but I got mindfucked into another look when just her well tended hair was covering the side of her face (thankfully). The perps also pulled a similar stunt two days ago when a gangly and unattractive gangstalker woman was placed nearby, and as soon as they had me look at her, they then had me look at the covers of the magazines at the checkout where the blonde and attractive Drew Barrymore was featured on one of them, and at least one more attractive blonde celebrity whose name defies recall.

Once I completed shopping at LD in near record time, no wrong aisle fuckaround games this time, I set off back on the street sidewalk where two successive dogs and gangstalking owners turned the corner in front of me, and it seemed the dogs were totally oblivious to each other, something I have rarely witnessed before as a former dog owner. The latter pair did the "behind the corner routine", a move the fuckers made me familiar with by lurking (gangstalking me) at every corner in the hospital when they fucked me into going there.

Then onto the last city block, and I wasn't done yet with the fuckers; a troup of three weirds were arranged such that two were on the sidewalk and the third was on a bicycle on the street, travelling outside of the parked cars (go figure). Then the latter weird cut through a vacant stall, and "joined" his pals cycling on the sidewalk, and then crossed onto the street again, reversing his direction in order to put himself and the bicycle immediately in front of me, blocking my egress. Again, I got to vocalize a complaint, this time directly to the asshole/operative for him to hear, and I got some bullshit reply back.

Bicycles are becoming an important gangstalk appurtenance, and the fuckers have no compunction about walking them, riding them on the sidewalks, the wrong way down a street, or jumping between these transit modes. And they like to place them broadside to my intended direction, even if it is for a second or so. It just doesn't add up to normality to see so many bicycles being walked, and often, they will then jump on them and begin riding. I have mentioned in past blogs about the abundance of bicycle lanes in this city, likely to facilitate the ashphalt and concrete road surface energetic interaction research that seems to be the asshole's agenda, but it doesn't matter to the perp sickos, as they want to get bicycles in as close as they can to me. I will make a prediction; before a year is out they will have driven one into me.

I got to read the national newspaper earlier, and true to form, the perps put on the usual first page freaks in the photographs, something they like to make sure that I see on a regular basis. Usually the online and the printed page versions of the Globe and Mail don't differ much, but today, they were differrent and had me unaware of their tasteless front page bullshit on the mentally retarded until I saw it. It never ends, along with the extensive noisestalking while reading it. When reading the newspaper I would occasionally look outside to see if there were any actual vehicles as the source of noise, but no. And still no biker's bar in the neighborhood to warrant this incessant noise source, especially that it seems amplified to be heard at such volume at six stories up.

And more reading perception fuckery when reading the newspaper; I was reading a piece on Sir George Martin, the legendary record producer (of the Beatles and many others), and there was a listing of the many successful albums he produced. Except, when reading this list, the perp assholes fucked my perception into "thinking" that these were singles and not albums. Only at the end of the list did the fuckers quit mind-fucking me like this and let me in on the reality. I am fucking pissed that my perception is being constantly fucked with in ways that never, ever happened before, and defy every clinical condition description going. Leave my recall, my thoughts, my mind and life fucking alone. Get it assholes?

On the treed city portion of the landscape that I can see from my apartment, I am reminded of when I went hiking until last year, where there was plasmic ghosting of the landscape that would jump into view some 100' to 200' above, in front of the sky portion. There are also the greyish energy waves that transiently slash across the sky, usually above the treed horizon outline, and extending a kilometer or more vertically. Nothing remains still to look at; there is this constant vibratory look to everything, and then they add on the yellow (usually) plasma ghosting, maser beams and waves and other phenomenon all the time, both in the distant landscape to immediately in front of me.

1715h
A dull afternoon, web surfing, teatime and more web surfing. All the familiar noises of the last residence location are being replayed for me, even if that was a rooming house and this is an apartment block. The coughing and hacking in the hallway, the tinkling of glass and crockery (improbably) being rattled, hallway banter and a few more have been "featured". Thankfully at a modicum, and with any luck, they maybe for "noise transition mapping" or whatever neurological research gains they are after.

Though they did not back off on sneezing; I got a whacking big sneeze noise the instant that I wrote the name I ascribe to the perps (the Psychopaths) in my written journal, loud as if the offending party was on my balcony with the window open. This would of been another projected sound, similar to the street traffic noise as it appears to be unattributable to the actual passage of vehicles.

And the perps have arranged a near constant drone of Harley Davidson-like motorcycles is totally ludicrous; there are not that many in this town and there is no biker bar for five miles or more. For variation, the perps also add in trail bike noise, an even more rarer vehicle, and to top off the inanity, Vespa noise which would be even less likely to be heard from six stories up.

There are plenty of plasma and maser incursions to keep reminding me that I am not in control of my personal world, and very often they are coincident with names that I read in the news, particularly in the film business, though various themes are also consistent that have been identified in the blog, Pondering the Perps Objectives, Part 1.

The perps have also been thinning out the skin on my hands and feet and making the veins more prominent. In this fucked over life, knowing the back of one's own hand is a privelege that the perps grant; one cannot be sure that one's hand will look the same, day to day. The veins are sometimes re-routed the next morning, believe it or not, and they now cross tendons and/or bones laterally, something I had never seen before. And it is no surprise that there are more red plasma beams shooting over my hands as I operate the keyboard.

On nearly every wall surface there is a vibrational tone to it, as if energy waves are coursing up and down, unlike anything I have seen before. I surmise it is all part of "tuning up" this apartment now that I am in it and that my furniture is unpacked and hasn't been moved about. These fuckers have so much of their sick agenda on my back it is obscene. That has been detailed in this blog posting, and as far as I can tell, it continues with their fucking games that encompass my every move and thought.

One noise that has been increased of late, and that follows me at various locations is a distant hum that varies some, as if one were on a large ship with a generator constantly going and remains unattenuated with hearing protection on, most improbably. My last residence location had this noise of no attributable cause, and also at yoga where in conjunction with the spinal twists and flexing, it must serve its true purpose; mapping body energies (aka energetics) to function and thought. It seems that one's back is of primary interest, as one TI indicated that they "read the spine is like an aerial".

This fits the pattern of the operatives often placing their backs toward me, as soon as they can within the bounds of social convention. They often plant operatives beside each other, 90 degrees offset, back to back. And even more interesting, these pairs are often male and female pairs, as the perps are continuing to attempt to map one gender's thought and perception energetics to the other, usually starting with females in my case, and attractive blonde ones at first.

Then the perps move up the scale from attractive blondes to the remainder of the ongoing freak show, today's droopy faced and unattractive blonde woman (per above) being an example. Little did I know that they would hit me with more freakish face images in the newspaper when I got back, also described above. The recent blending of unfavored demographic groups does not surprise me, having skinheaded males as cripples (wheelchair bound), ugly blonde women, fat ugly males, white haired obese cases and so on. It seems that the fuckers are attempting more complexity in their testing.

This more complex presentation of gangstalkers and vehicles is also true for clothing color; the shills and operatives are putting on brown over black, white over red, two tone brown dressed males etc. As always, they start with attractive blonde women as the leading group (favored), and are then able to extract something from that to then apply to unfavored demographic groups, and all the way to obese skin-headed male waddlers which must be at the top of my instinctual loathing (unfavored) list. The reality is that the perps know me better than I do, as I am not consciously aware of my unfavored demographic groups (disparaging perspectives) unless the perps put a number of these in front of me.

The next level of complexity it seems is to then have an unfavored group member then gangstalking in unfavored colors; the recent rash of long haired male vagrants wearing crimson red ballcaps seems to fit this profile. The regular out-of-town brother-like gangstalker has also been used as a lead gangstalker in this capacity and "happening" to be at the laundromat this week, the first day I moved out of the last residence location, when it was clear this asshole wouldn't even know how to wash his clothes. And it was also curious that this fucker did not have an assigned room in the putative rooming house, as he came from either direction, and there was at least two other gangstalkers using the room he once emerged from. If it is my brother in morph-over, he is one sick asshole to be actively participating in gangstalking me.

He once "showed up" in normal appearance on a full transit bus I was travelling on, standing beside the driver, and looked straight down the length of the bus at me. This is the brother who lives some 10 hours of vehicle travel time distant. And I have seen him since, and "somehow" I forget to ask him about this, which is even more compelling evidence that it was in fact him. Similar incidents have also been mentioned in these blogs about my in-town brother.

2140h
More "carry-overs" from my last residence location. Instead of the incessant overhead floorboard squeaking and clunking, I get a substantive rumbling noise overhead (as if anyone could humanly pound a concrete floor that hard with their feet), and as a "reminder bonus", I was simultaneously zapped. And of course the fuckers had me yell about it too, as there is no choice in how I respond to these assaults. So, it is situation normal, all my harassment methods of the last residence location have been tested out, and stay tuned for the ongoing "Chelsea" Show (name of this apartment building).

The rumble, zapping and having me energetically write up the above blog entry was likely to force me to disengage from an longer and focussed reading session that the perps allowed/had me involved in. They put me onto Breakfast at Tiffany's, a lifestyle and sometimes celeb sighting site that has the right degree of snark and readability over the small things that matter, save her interest in clothing and dress. As always, when the oddities of life start having a pattern to them, one that a TI would detect, it does make me wonder yet again, if the fuckers aren't running her too. My current take on the perps directing me to specific individual's blogs (TI's excepted as they are being run as a given) is that they must be running the person.

I should clarify the term, "running someone", though the inference is clear, it means that the perps are covertly monitoring, surveilling and possibly harassing by applying extra-conventional physical forces games (aka e-harassment, though I don't like that term), or even up to the level of mind-controlling. Why else would the perps invest in over 30 minutes of focussed reading time in someone's blog that they have no connection to? And to be clear, the perps are on me so that I am doing their bidding every second of my existence, and it is rare that I go off-script, and when a thought occurs that they haven't planted, they immediately put on the noisestalking, even if it is absurd, e.g. high speed motorcycle noise in the pouring rain, as it is tonight. The notion that any blogger I frequent might be under the purview of the perps is highly speculative, and I am positing this question in the hopes of getting a response from other TI's as to what the assholes are driving at.

And the maser and plasma games are continuing. The perps now like to take shadows and shapes in my peripherial vision and then alter them in some way to be annoying, possibly by emanating a replicate ghosted plasma array from the object, or patch of light or shadow. I had to move the halogen light as the arc of brightness on the wall to my left was being used in some way to create light and dazzling activity in my peripherial vision. On the odd occasion, so far, the fuckers will drive off some plasma or maser beam from shapes on this LCD.

And today, the fuckers pulled at least two whole left eye impairments where only a fuzzy light colored toroid shape was visible for a second or so. As always, simultaneous coordination with specific and long used noises occurs more often than not.

2300h
And more reminder noises of my last tenancy in a concrete building; the seeming floor whacking with a light wire, so to have a backbeat sound to it, a softer tap following and louder one. And this is near identical and it is amazing how over two major cities the upstairs noise makers have such common traits.

Enough, and that of the motorcycles noise as if riding at high speeds in the rain which no sane person would ever do. It is just the projected noise machine that the perps use to create specific noise, usually louder, at any location they wish, even if a cover story in unavailible.

And that should be a blog for tonight. I haven't edited this for one last time, and I am hoping there are not many perp created discontinuities and other unfathomable passages in this blog.