08-26-2013
The city-wide triathalon race (Penticton Challenge) forced me to take alternate routes to alternate stores, one being the Perpland called Walmart where I was nearly head-butted by a purported staff member a few months ago. I bought a food processor (different store) and a vacuum cleaner (Walmart) based on the cleaning lady's advice,. I also had to cross the race course under the guidance of the volunteer to access the ATM. Hmm, hounded for 11 years over every financial transaction I make and the color of my money in my wallet, and so I get to cross a street that some 1400 triathalon participants (bike course at the time) have passed by. Can we say planned gangstalking event any more louder?
And so I got busy making a number of freezer foods as I had a surplus of cucumbers, zucchinis and tomatoes on hand. And too, my triathalon participating brother, made sure to gobble up some of my salad that had been prepared by the said food processor, as I was eating with him and his family before race day. The deal was that I was to bring my own food to their motel room as they didn't have enough, so what I brought was for me alone, at least in theory. But no, and without asking, he helps himself to my just-made (by the new food processor) cucumber chicken salad. And with these members of the First Feral Family actively abetting the perp's objectives, and with 11 years of the perps hounding me over what knives and cutting utensils I use, why was I so surprised he hogged down my food when he had his plate full?
And lo, if the FFF didn't "happpen" to be in the neighborhood of my vineyard work site near the end of the work day, and I gave them a tour around. As in FFF gangstalking my place of work.
Then a "free" ticket to the triathalon awards ceremony for volunteers, athletes and family, where there was no end of assholes parading behind my back. Chairs not belonging to any tables were ringed around our table, and one was placed as a choke point where all the gangstalkers took a large step over the seat. Like WTF; none of them moved the chair out of the way? Then when the prize winners started to loiter around me with their thick plexiglas plaques, it was time do my "goodbyes" and get the fuck out. Even that wasn't good enough as a male gangstalker tailed me out, and to his car some 80' away from mine, and then tailed me for my first third of the way home. I don't do crowds on first principle as part of this obscene harassment, and "somehow" I forgot this very elementary precaution.
08-28-2013
A day of vineyard work; another indeterminate weather day, mostly cloudy. Though the rain started enough to make me get my raincoat and return to work, and lo, if the rain didn't stop within 20 minutes and cause me to be wearing the Goretex (read, Teflon) coat for the next 2 hours. The perps just love that Goretex fix; wear it for a time, and then have me to take it off. All pants wearing today, no shorts, and with the new knee-pads the perps are so keen about, possibly because it has a dash of red on the label. And I see that these knee-pads "somehow" came with two L side knee pad inserts (foam part) while the fabric was sewn as a L-R pair. Funny how these things "happen" to me with such increased consistency since the Day of Infamy, when they went berserk/overt in my Seattle apartment 04-2002.
A leg wax after work; with a prior stop over at the house to change up my clothes first, as I didn't want to be caught in my short shorts. Running late is always a fun time for the perps to arrange extra adversity.
I don't know why the perps like me to pluck body hair, but they have increased the "need" to pluck the odd hairs from my cheeks instead of shaving them off. Seemed like a more permanent solution at the time. But lo, if they didn't increase the incidence of seeming errant hairs on my cheeks by at least ten fold. I can now count on plucking some 20 to 30 hairs out of my cheeks, not counting the beard region EACH DAY now. I am invaded to every last pore and cell I figure. And plucked hairs that are flicked off the tweezers and into the sink most often teleport back to my face, and to the location near where I am going to pluck the next hair. Once, I saw the prior plucked hair arrive between the tweezer tips as I was about to pull on the next one. And too, blackish masers and other magnetic field oddities erupt around just plucked hair or else the tweezers or my fingers that hold them.
08-30-2013
And in the last half hour of this Friday workday, why cat shit/litter box ended up on knee pads and boots at 1530h. That was enough to get me infuriated and riled up and set me to for the next exercise of high perp interest, getting my old eyeglass frames back and my new lenses put in them, which was the original plan until the optician somehow broke the frames last week. All this juggling with my old frames while he had the two progressive frames and swapped lenses for 40 min. begat me these strange internal head sensations each time I stepped out of the store, both with the old (non-progressive ones) and the new lenses in the old, now repaired frames. The same strange sensation came on last week when I put on my prescription swim goggles for the first time in 10 years. Just what are the perps doing to my visual cortex when I swap eyeglasses?
A two tone olive drab (ridiculous combination of shirt and shorts) dressed woman was hanging around at the opticians when I got my first pair of glasses on and a child was posted at the seat at the door, with her spine extended straight and slouched down. I thought the child belonged to the woman, but no. I had gone to the LD store across town to look around and attend to sending a letter by snail mail to wait out the 40 min. before the glasses were ready. And lo, if the two tone olive drab dressed woman doesn't appear in the very section I was at, looking over shampoos. She was doing the "look elsewhere" oblivious act in this blatant obvious gangstalking, and without the child. Convenient that, and no coincidence in "finding" me at the very location I was waiting out the turnaround time before the eyeglasses were ready. And a full-on vehicular gangstalking through all of this wait time as well. There is something about eyeglasses the perps need to find out, and sending the frames away for a week to get fixed wasn't enough.
Then onto yoga, and in some kind of set up, the rest of the class wanted to do headstands against the wall at the end. As I don't usually go Fridays, I didn't have a lot to say about it. And lo, if I didn't somehow crash against the wall and tumble down, thankfully with no injuries.
About 10 min. before class end I hear the god-forsaken HD motorcycle noise outside and I didn't think anything more of it as this particularly infernal racket has become a constant wherever I go now. And then when I exit after class, why, two HD motorcycles are outside some 50' away, and one rider is engaging my mat neighbor as to where a certain business is located. Like WTF; why did the HD riding Fuckwits sit outside a certain yoga studio for ten minutes to then talk to members of the class when they could of entered the building and talked to the desk attendant? And my mat neighbor was in a red top, and her red car was parked unusually close to mine, and so I departed slowly while she was standing talking to the HD motorcyclist, serving as a stationary human next to my moving vehicle, red against red. Can it get more obvious than this? Always.
08-31-2013
I ended up laundering my knee pads at the laundromat last night, getting part of the forced mess cleaned up. The usual gangstalking dreck there, this time featuring doddering elder-males in ridiculous shorts and spindly legs. Ugh, as in most Unfavored.
Then when outside my residence cleaning the cat shit off boots, the dude yap starts up, and stays that way while repeated aircraft turns overhead, same noisy single engine aircraft. Dude yapping background noise is most prevalent of late, say, the past three weeks.
More on the farm worker colleague in Victoria; a "Love you" valediction (closing) to her email, following the last few with "Miss you". Correct me if I am wrong or mistaken, but these would suggest intimacy which is NOT the case at all. Especially from 500km away, and no revealing pics of any kind in either direction. The last time I saw her was in 01-2013, and as mentioned in a recent posting, the perps put on a military vehicle escort, overhead helicopters and a mid-day traffic jam enroute to visit. (All clothes stayed on all the time, and nothing suggestive crossed any one's lips or was otherwise inferred).
Another round of rage-ification when using the new food processor. Not forgetting that it was last weekend that I purchased it and put it to use, and then took the salad I made in it to my brother's motel suite and had dinner with him and his family, pre-race (triathalon) dinner. And of course he jumped on it and helped himself when it was intended for me alone as I was bringing my own dinner, per prior agreement. So... he got to eat the food I cut and chopped with the new food processor, and we know how rabid the perps are over my use of cutlery and the act of cutting food, be it plant or animal.
The ear-ringing started up again; all week it has slowly got less, but then they added these ear pressure stunts (swimmer's ear) that were not defeatable by conventional means. And it seems likely that the worsening ear pressure after swimming in a pool at regular swim practice must of been the perps at work. Just imagine, they could detect the presence of ear pressure by remote means, even before they went berserk/overt in 2001.
09-01-2013
Chevron fill up of gasoline, replete with HD motorcyclists at the next pump having a jawing session for me to overhear again. Relentless dudes babbling of late; gasoline filling, outside my residence, at the ATM etc. And the wretched Chevron gasoline pump did not give me a receipt again, now for the fourth consecutive fueling, all different pumps. Just fucking insane, and all to piss me off at the moment of post-fueling and transaction processing.
hiking; attempted what I thought was going to be a high bluff, some 200m tall, and had the hiking book and lo, if the trail didn't go up this high bluff, but only one of 30m or so. I had my hiking-stalking party with me, a family of four and a dog, and the kids running ahead and back again, though thankfully this ended when I took my bluff route. I did related trail discovery, ending up at a private trail system, and then retreating to the look-out. Unbelievably no one tailed me, and I even had an hour of tanning time with unclouded sunshine, though with some haze in the air for a generalized dimming. The cloud-over-sun games have almost become predictable over the past two weeks, and unfettered sunshine (apart from a general haze) was a welcome relief. And no gangstallkers while trail discovering and tanning; this would be about the third time in 11 years of hounding me that they backed off on gangstalking.
Some purchases at the organic farm begat making green salsa with tomatillas tonight with the food processor. Yet again the perps befuddled me enough to have me rage-ified. Not the hissing spitting kind, when I have neighbors each side and below, but in this detached nanny suite. There was a reason for this residence beginning in June, and that was to get me back to a full blown rage-fication state. (Frequent and continuous). But of course while screaming at the assholes for pulling food or implements from my hands, or teleporting onion skins from the garbage back onto the counter top after cleaning it as two examples, they also suck the air out of my lungs while yelling at these abusive telekinetic incursions so to unexpectedly moderate the volume of my scathing rejoinders. Which then prompts another yelling at the assholes for sucking the air from my diaphram; and so it goes. Last weekend's acquisition of a food processor has brought on all kinds of new abuse, like having me turn the work bowl the wrong way each successive time. (It is real simple, just like a turning a nut; right to tight, left to release. But am I allowed to know that with a new kitchen implement? No-sir-ee; we need the victim to get screaming infuriated yet again, and besides, any new tool or machine activity is "cause" for extra abusive incursions).
A hike, using a guide book, and finding myself at the planned objective even if I didn't think it was. Talk about FUD-ed.
I got onto sharpening my pruners immediately after my hike; it seems the perps wanted me to do this while my hiking boots were on and before dinner. As always, pre-mealtimes are high harassment and key activity moments for the Thems.
More facial hair plucking of late; I thought I was going to deal with the six or so per side that I shaved off each morning, and save shaving them each day. I am now getting new facial hairs to replace those every day now, some 10 to 15 hairs per side of my face each day in this ever escalating game. I even get new hairs to pluck on my cheeks that somehow arrive after I have ensured that I got them all. They arrive without feeling anything, and always when examining the other side of my face to find them when I return to look. Another stunt that is occuring with almost-every-time regularity is that the just-plucked facial hair, after being deposited in the sink, somehow arrives back at the next site where I am going to pluck the next one. I have even seen the prior plucked hair arrive between the tweezers as I about to close in on getting the next one. As before, hair plucking is accompanied my masers that lift off from the hair and float with it into the sink and then dissipate.
09-02-2013
Be-labor Day it should be for TI's, as in the verb; to explain, worry about, or work at (something) repeatedly or more than is necessary. As in getting forced into doing tasks more than once and have accomplishments sabotaged repeatedly. Competence is not allowed in Perpland.
A full on screaming rage at the perp for creating a forced fumble of my eyglasses with new lenses in them across the bathroom tile floor. As they have fucked every pair of glasses I have had for 40 years, I expected the worst, as they exploit such occasions to damage things. So far, and no night-time sabotage yet, no scuffs of other damage to my lenses or frame; talk about managed miracles.
And a shut-in day effectively, working hard to with the new vacuum cleaner and then getting hit with a 2.5 hour nap attack. And no, I don't see this as a compensation for the perps keeping me up for most of the night and treating me to doctors in my two hour sleep they permitted.
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Tuesday, September 03, 2013
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Snow Birds Overhead
08-06-2013
A Monday on a Tuesday effectively, as Monday was a statutory holiday here. And the perps arranged a near sleepless night for me to carry the day-off results to Tuesday, instead of the usual Monday. (As usual, no later tiredness issues). And too, they started up the toilet games by blocking it, arranging me first to eat 200g of chocolate with my tea in advance. And the timing was in keeping with screwing me over with all things related to employment, interrupting my resume re-write as I see some interesting jobs in the wine industry.
And while at the vineyard, the Snowbirds came and did a two aircraft fly-about for me to see me it would seem, as they are to give a show tomorrow.
The freaks were on at the LD store again, and even the regular fat girl at the checkout was in garish red lipstick, flyblown hair and new glasses. Dressing up a pig maybe? Though she does also hang around in the aisles when I am there, one of those "compleat" gangstalkers, which might mean she could be someone else in morphover, a suggestion the perps dropped into mind a few days ago. I don't know why they do this, and I would of never thought about it until they suggested it. The bottom line is that I don't care if this is someone else I might know, nor do I care to continue to contemplate that is a certain notorious woman of public renown.
08-07-2013
As I write this the Canadian Snowbirds are tearing up the sky with their aerobatic show, ensuring I get a blast of noise every so often. A scheduled part of Peach Fest in this Okanagan Valley town. Bad enough being on the N flight path of the airport and the grinding noise of single engine aircraft, as was the case two days ago on the Monday holiday, and that followed me while hiking 30km away.
A "suck truck", as in carpet cleaning and vacuuming it up came to the vineyard. The thuggy dude carpet cleaner put on this extra loud "how are you" for some reason, as he didn't need to say anything as he was lugging carpet sections to dry outside, and I was seated having my lunch 10' away. Later I helped move furniture over the dry carpet, so I suppose it was all about the "torsional energies" and whatever advantage vacuuming conveys for the perps.
The oncoming lane driving games continue; 2' lane encroachment at least once per route per day. And the driver in front of me is usually straddling the shoulder line for no reason. Even the police force gets into oncoming lane encroachment; no emergency or sirens, he just drifts over the centerline to get my attention.
08-08-2013
Much commotion in the afternoon, after vine thinning, as I had to supply the optician with my glasses for new lenses. And wearing my old ones, which are not progressive lenses and do not help me in seeing close. He will be working on my lenses/glasses for a few hours, and it seems I will get them back in 24hr. I am sure the perps will also "visit them" too, though in what capacity I have no idea. That the glasses are NEVER straight on my face and there is no reason for this is likely part of the perps' obsession over eyewear, as it is what I see through. Very often they will arrange a Fuckwit/Criminal stalker to pose/be seen directly, and a in few minutes from behind glass, then a reflection. And glass of all kinds; mirrosrs, automotive windshields have a plastic laminate in the middle and tempered glass has different properties (to them) from window glass. And in one hovel they put me in, they even had a plexiglass window, which was most curious as they are much more expensive. Add in camera glass, LCD glass and whatever else, and the perps have their hands full on this one alone.
And not forgetting when I first put my above mentioned progressive glasses on in 2010 at the optician's shop, why, two same aged males in business dress and 1950's style fedoras entered the premises as I was about to leave. It was like it was from a bad movie, both dressed similarly and arriving to get through the door ahead of me. One has to find some humor in this, rare as it is.
And as always, one looks to see if there is any temporal correlative perp games going on, apart from doubling the vehicular gangstalking operation. As one example, I had three vehicles around me on the move in the parking lot where I picked up my parcel, which was a new knife. I went to the post office, with no delays or obstruction stunts apart from some dumbshit kid backing his ass into the exit aisle, and it was incumbent on me to ask him what he was doing. I got the usual pathetic "sorry" bullshit again, to which I don't reply and stare at the Fuckwit as if he is totally deranged, which he seemingly is as there is no rational explanation forthcoming as to why the Fuckwit was behaving like this.
Getting back to the parking lot; a big pickup had arrived beside me in my absence and had the driver at the door of the cab for whatever reason, then he gets in to back it out. I was only gone 3 minutes, so how could it be possible that someone arrived beside me, parked the vehicle and then wanted to get out ahead of me? Then another pickup in the row behind me was backing out to block me from turning E, the shortest route to the exit. And as I was backing out, needing to take two passes to get clear of any vehicles, why, a Ford Escape from the opposite side of the two ranked parking comes through and occupies my former location within 10 seconds of it being vacated. And have I not mentioned the perps like to walk or drive over where I have been with minimal time lag? And this silver-grey Ford Escape had the headlights on, and pointed at me, and the woman driver making some kind of head tossing motion, which I took to be faux friendly. So, I take the W route out, driving over where I had walked in part, an extra 60', and then another 60' to turn 180 degrees E, and there was another vehicular cluster fuck, both white colored vehicles, at this turn point. I make it to the exit, and by gosh, the silver-grey Ford Escape had somehow got ahead of me by 40' or so. And how was that accomplished when the driver turned W where there was two pickups attempting to back into each other? By cooperating drivers of course, who let the Ford Escape through between them, and knew to do it in advance and at the same time (ie. was choreographed). Either that, or else teleportational games, and I seen vehicles arrive from nowhere on occasion, though not often.
I drive to the optician to provide my glasses and put my old ones on for the first time in three years. No Fuckwits or wackos in the store, which did surprise me. I got fat girls to see and get in the way as ambulatory stalkers prior to parking. Though the traffic was just intense for each driven leg, but it is Peach Fest here this week, and that might serve as an excuse.
When I got home, I had two parcels to open; the knife to replace the ones that were stolen at least three decades ago, and the other being rollerskate knee pads which are the best for farming work. (Having a cuff around the leg stops soil and debris from getting in behind them). The kneepads acquisition has been at least a two year quest, now requited, as past designs didn't work out, and the last ones with gel inserts leaked. What is the perp obsession over kneepads, both having me use different ones and their stalkers doing the same?
08-09-2013
Yoga, and lo, if the new lenses didn't both get smeared in the class, providing some localized "dimming". And it wasn't the scenery or the instructor (male, pot-bellied, skinhead = 3 Unfavoreds), it is just what the perps want to do, smear my vision in my new lenses, like most yoga classes. But as there is much haze in the air these days, from forest fires, one can assume reducing daytime light intensity during summer is what it is about. And I see in yoga class that the one star practitioner is getting very brown from tanning. More than the native Indian woman next to her who came for the first time, so I would imagine this is more "browning around" games.
08-10-2013
A Saturday, and a formal parade for the Peach Fest, which was the excuse for laying on a considerable vehicular gangstalking force getting to the laundromat and back, 3 trips, as I air dry synthetic fabrics and use the dryers for sheets, towels and the like. My regular stalker was there, though in a black ball cap with red trim. Recall that he was there for past visits with his yellow hat exactly matching the yellow color of the A+H detergent jug. And in keeping with the routine, the washing machine ripped me off for $2 before it began to return coins. So... I got to move my laundry to the next machine, leaving an empty one between the sheets-cotton load that had already started. And I got screwed into loading the liquid detergent in advance, making it unrecoverable.
And they put on a new negro on stand-there duty as I entered the laundromat, forcing me to walk between this Fuckwit and his tumbling laundry in the dryer immediately opposite. Like WTF; why are so many rude assholes constricting public egress in aisle spaces, also augmented by aisle displays and stocker/stalker carts?
Then when I return to get the dryer load on on, why, the dryer ripped me off for $1 as well. Same coin box design, the putative cause, though why does this keep happening to me? All my life I had about a 50:50 chance of a coin machine working correctly, and here we are after 11 years of this insane psychopathic abuse delivered full time.
And one of my early am commute vehicular gangstalkers also "happened" to be at the laundromat. A 1962 (or so) Ford Meteor in pastel green is quite rare in these here parts, and the presumed driver was also doing his laundry today. And a unsightly lug he was too; large gut, tattoos down his arm, waddling gait and ball cap. That would be five Unfavored features, as being male and over 20 counts as one. He and the above mentioned regular laundromat stalker just "happened" to know each other too, having a confab in the parking lot while sitting on deck chairs outside the latter's camper trailer. Recall that this regular laundromat stalker was also at my last motel residence (01 to 06 2013), without camper or trailer. So one purports to be transient with camper and truck (camped/parked on the side of a city road as seen on some weekday mornings), and the other purports to be a regular weekday morning time commuter (0630h or so) from 10 or more kilometers away. It just doesn't add up, especially when they weren't speaking or engaging with each other when I first arrived at the laundromat, but by the second visit, why, they are sit around-the-parking-lot pals. And they adroitly timed their re-entry to the laundromat just ahead of me leaving and at a constriction point between the coin machine and wall. Talk about telltale gangstalker moves, especially after sitting on an asphalt surface.
Yesterday's shenanigans over getting new lenses for my glasses has yet to be played out, even if I did pick them up. As it "happened", the optician broke the soldered join between the cable temple and the temple piece, and put a plastic sleeve to temporarily join them. That lasted until this morning and I had to put them together with white adhesive tape. But as it also "happens", the optician is taking a week off, so nothing will get done until he gets back. And on further examination (later of course), I find that the optician added a bevel to the edge of the lenses that is not polished, so the lens' edges are more conspicuous. Again, as he is gone for a week, I don't get to sort that one out either. Recall three years ago when these progressive lenses were first purchased; they weren't edge polished when they were to be, so I had to take them back. The addition of cable temples were the only solution as the stock temples kept sliding off my ears. Then the lab fucked them up by attaching the cable temples exactly one inch short of where specified, so they had to be taken back again, and new stock temples had to be ordered in. So why are the perps so fucking berserk over sabotaging my eyeglasses when they were the likely cause of me having to wear them in the first place (since 1970)?
I got hit with a 2.5 hour nap attack this afternoon, which includes 30 min. of attempting to get up but being physically incapable. All the while they played the concept of Minkowski space, a concept I came to know of when reading "The Many Worlds of Hugh Everett III", by Peter Byrne. This relates to a Quantum Mechanics physicist who debunked the present day concepts of 1957 (The Copenhagen Interpretation), and whose theories are gaining traction in the arcane world of theoretical physics. Later I look in the book's glossary for a description, and lo, the term is absent, a rare exception to a fine biography on a very complex topic and thinker.
If you subscribe to the premise that my existence is totally governed and arranged, then it would seem that the perps want me to know about the "many worlds" interpretation of Quantum Mechanics, and such esoteric concepts as the observer problem, as seemingly, an observer would be part of the measurement (or interaction) in any quantum environment. And it might be the fundamental reason why the perps continue to harass the living hell out of me and all other TI's, as they can pretend that they aren't observing when they have never declared themselves by dint of some QM trickery. Also part of the Everettian Quantum Mechanics world is the "measurement problem" and the Universal Wave Function. An interesting read to be sure, though at times I do find the concepts beyond me, which is just fine from the perp managed FUD games they like to invoke.
08-11-2013
An extra mellow day and aided by a thunderstorm warning, seeming to keep me from going hiking. Onto posting this for another week.
A Monday on a Tuesday effectively, as Monday was a statutory holiday here. And the perps arranged a near sleepless night for me to carry the day-off results to Tuesday, instead of the usual Monday. (As usual, no later tiredness issues). And too, they started up the toilet games by blocking it, arranging me first to eat 200g of chocolate with my tea in advance. And the timing was in keeping with screwing me over with all things related to employment, interrupting my resume re-write as I see some interesting jobs in the wine industry.
And while at the vineyard, the Snowbirds came and did a two aircraft fly-about for me to see me it would seem, as they are to give a show tomorrow.
The freaks were on at the LD store again, and even the regular fat girl at the checkout was in garish red lipstick, flyblown hair and new glasses. Dressing up a pig maybe? Though she does also hang around in the aisles when I am there, one of those "compleat" gangstalkers, which might mean she could be someone else in morphover, a suggestion the perps dropped into mind a few days ago. I don't know why they do this, and I would of never thought about it until they suggested it. The bottom line is that I don't care if this is someone else I might know, nor do I care to continue to contemplate that is a certain notorious woman of public renown.
08-07-2013
As I write this the Canadian Snowbirds are tearing up the sky with their aerobatic show, ensuring I get a blast of noise every so often. A scheduled part of Peach Fest in this Okanagan Valley town. Bad enough being on the N flight path of the airport and the grinding noise of single engine aircraft, as was the case two days ago on the Monday holiday, and that followed me while hiking 30km away.
A "suck truck", as in carpet cleaning and vacuuming it up came to the vineyard. The thuggy dude carpet cleaner put on this extra loud "how are you" for some reason, as he didn't need to say anything as he was lugging carpet sections to dry outside, and I was seated having my lunch 10' away. Later I helped move furniture over the dry carpet, so I suppose it was all about the "torsional energies" and whatever advantage vacuuming conveys for the perps.
The oncoming lane driving games continue; 2' lane encroachment at least once per route per day. And the driver in front of me is usually straddling the shoulder line for no reason. Even the police force gets into oncoming lane encroachment; no emergency or sirens, he just drifts over the centerline to get my attention.
08-08-2013
Much commotion in the afternoon, after vine thinning, as I had to supply the optician with my glasses for new lenses. And wearing my old ones, which are not progressive lenses and do not help me in seeing close. He will be working on my lenses/glasses for a few hours, and it seems I will get them back in 24hr. I am sure the perps will also "visit them" too, though in what capacity I have no idea. That the glasses are NEVER straight on my face and there is no reason for this is likely part of the perps' obsession over eyewear, as it is what I see through. Very often they will arrange a Fuckwit/Criminal stalker to pose/be seen directly, and a in few minutes from behind glass, then a reflection. And glass of all kinds; mirrosrs, automotive windshields have a plastic laminate in the middle and tempered glass has different properties (to them) from window glass. And in one hovel they put me in, they even had a plexiglass window, which was most curious as they are much more expensive. Add in camera glass, LCD glass and whatever else, and the perps have their hands full on this one alone.
And not forgetting when I first put my above mentioned progressive glasses on in 2010 at the optician's shop, why, two same aged males in business dress and 1950's style fedoras entered the premises as I was about to leave. It was like it was from a bad movie, both dressed similarly and arriving to get through the door ahead of me. One has to find some humor in this, rare as it is.
And as always, one looks to see if there is any temporal correlative perp games going on, apart from doubling the vehicular gangstalking operation. As one example, I had three vehicles around me on the move in the parking lot where I picked up my parcel, which was a new knife. I went to the post office, with no delays or obstruction stunts apart from some dumbshit kid backing his ass into the exit aisle, and it was incumbent on me to ask him what he was doing. I got the usual pathetic "sorry" bullshit again, to which I don't reply and stare at the Fuckwit as if he is totally deranged, which he seemingly is as there is no rational explanation forthcoming as to why the Fuckwit was behaving like this.
Getting back to the parking lot; a big pickup had arrived beside me in my absence and had the driver at the door of the cab for whatever reason, then he gets in to back it out. I was only gone 3 minutes, so how could it be possible that someone arrived beside me, parked the vehicle and then wanted to get out ahead of me? Then another pickup in the row behind me was backing out to block me from turning E, the shortest route to the exit. And as I was backing out, needing to take two passes to get clear of any vehicles, why, a Ford Escape from the opposite side of the two ranked parking comes through and occupies my former location within 10 seconds of it being vacated. And have I not mentioned the perps like to walk or drive over where I have been with minimal time lag? And this silver-grey Ford Escape had the headlights on, and pointed at me, and the woman driver making some kind of head tossing motion, which I took to be faux friendly. So, I take the W route out, driving over where I had walked in part, an extra 60', and then another 60' to turn 180 degrees E, and there was another vehicular cluster fuck, both white colored vehicles, at this turn point. I make it to the exit, and by gosh, the silver-grey Ford Escape had somehow got ahead of me by 40' or so. And how was that accomplished when the driver turned W where there was two pickups attempting to back into each other? By cooperating drivers of course, who let the Ford Escape through between them, and knew to do it in advance and at the same time (ie. was choreographed). Either that, or else teleportational games, and I seen vehicles arrive from nowhere on occasion, though not often.
I drive to the optician to provide my glasses and put my old ones on for the first time in three years. No Fuckwits or wackos in the store, which did surprise me. I got fat girls to see and get in the way as ambulatory stalkers prior to parking. Though the traffic was just intense for each driven leg, but it is Peach Fest here this week, and that might serve as an excuse.
When I got home, I had two parcels to open; the knife to replace the ones that were stolen at least three decades ago, and the other being rollerskate knee pads which are the best for farming work. (Having a cuff around the leg stops soil and debris from getting in behind them). The kneepads acquisition has been at least a two year quest, now requited, as past designs didn't work out, and the last ones with gel inserts leaked. What is the perp obsession over kneepads, both having me use different ones and their stalkers doing the same?
08-09-2013
Yoga, and lo, if the new lenses didn't both get smeared in the class, providing some localized "dimming". And it wasn't the scenery or the instructor (male, pot-bellied, skinhead = 3 Unfavoreds), it is just what the perps want to do, smear my vision in my new lenses, like most yoga classes. But as there is much haze in the air these days, from forest fires, one can assume reducing daytime light intensity during summer is what it is about. And I see in yoga class that the one star practitioner is getting very brown from tanning. More than the native Indian woman next to her who came for the first time, so I would imagine this is more "browning around" games.
08-10-2013
A Saturday, and a formal parade for the Peach Fest, which was the excuse for laying on a considerable vehicular gangstalking force getting to the laundromat and back, 3 trips, as I air dry synthetic fabrics and use the dryers for sheets, towels and the like. My regular stalker was there, though in a black ball cap with red trim. Recall that he was there for past visits with his yellow hat exactly matching the yellow color of the A+H detergent jug. And in keeping with the routine, the washing machine ripped me off for $2 before it began to return coins. So... I got to move my laundry to the next machine, leaving an empty one between the sheets-cotton load that had already started. And I got screwed into loading the liquid detergent in advance, making it unrecoverable.
And they put on a new negro on stand-there duty as I entered the laundromat, forcing me to walk between this Fuckwit and his tumbling laundry in the dryer immediately opposite. Like WTF; why are so many rude assholes constricting public egress in aisle spaces, also augmented by aisle displays and stocker/stalker carts?
Then when I return to get the dryer load on on, why, the dryer ripped me off for $1 as well. Same coin box design, the putative cause, though why does this keep happening to me? All my life I had about a 50:50 chance of a coin machine working correctly, and here we are after 11 years of this insane psychopathic abuse delivered full time.
And one of my early am commute vehicular gangstalkers also "happened" to be at the laundromat. A 1962 (or so) Ford Meteor in pastel green is quite rare in these here parts, and the presumed driver was also doing his laundry today. And a unsightly lug he was too; large gut, tattoos down his arm, waddling gait and ball cap. That would be five Unfavored features, as being male and over 20 counts as one. He and the above mentioned regular laundromat stalker just "happened" to know each other too, having a confab in the parking lot while sitting on deck chairs outside the latter's camper trailer. Recall that this regular laundromat stalker was also at my last motel residence (01 to 06 2013), without camper or trailer. So one purports to be transient with camper and truck (camped/parked on the side of a city road as seen on some weekday mornings), and the other purports to be a regular weekday morning time commuter (0630h or so) from 10 or more kilometers away. It just doesn't add up, especially when they weren't speaking or engaging with each other when I first arrived at the laundromat, but by the second visit, why, they are sit around-the-parking-lot pals. And they adroitly timed their re-entry to the laundromat just ahead of me leaving and at a constriction point between the coin machine and wall. Talk about telltale gangstalker moves, especially after sitting on an asphalt surface.
Yesterday's shenanigans over getting new lenses for my glasses has yet to be played out, even if I did pick them up. As it "happened", the optician broke the soldered join between the cable temple and the temple piece, and put a plastic sleeve to temporarily join them. That lasted until this morning and I had to put them together with white adhesive tape. But as it also "happens", the optician is taking a week off, so nothing will get done until he gets back. And on further examination (later of course), I find that the optician added a bevel to the edge of the lenses that is not polished, so the lens' edges are more conspicuous. Again, as he is gone for a week, I don't get to sort that one out either. Recall three years ago when these progressive lenses were first purchased; they weren't edge polished when they were to be, so I had to take them back. The addition of cable temples were the only solution as the stock temples kept sliding off my ears. Then the lab fucked them up by attaching the cable temples exactly one inch short of where specified, so they had to be taken back again, and new stock temples had to be ordered in. So why are the perps so fucking berserk over sabotaging my eyeglasses when they were the likely cause of me having to wear them in the first place (since 1970)?
I got hit with a 2.5 hour nap attack this afternoon, which includes 30 min. of attempting to get up but being physically incapable. All the while they played the concept of Minkowski space, a concept I came to know of when reading "The Many Worlds of Hugh Everett III", by Peter Byrne. This relates to a Quantum Mechanics physicist who debunked the present day concepts of 1957 (The Copenhagen Interpretation), and whose theories are gaining traction in the arcane world of theoretical physics. Later I look in the book's glossary for a description, and lo, the term is absent, a rare exception to a fine biography on a very complex topic and thinker.
If you subscribe to the premise that my existence is totally governed and arranged, then it would seem that the perps want me to know about the "many worlds" interpretation of Quantum Mechanics, and such esoteric concepts as the observer problem, as seemingly, an observer would be part of the measurement (or interaction) in any quantum environment. And it might be the fundamental reason why the perps continue to harass the living hell out of me and all other TI's, as they can pretend that they aren't observing when they have never declared themselves by dint of some QM trickery. Also part of the Everettian Quantum Mechanics world is the "measurement problem" and the Universal Wave Function. An interesting read to be sure, though at times I do find the concepts beyond me, which is just fine from the perp managed FUD games they like to invoke.
08-11-2013
An extra mellow day and aided by a thunderstorm warning, seeming to keep me from going hiking. Onto posting this for another week.
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Eyeglasses Customization Screw Up Pondering
1410h
I phoned the ever helpful woman at the optician's to say that I cannot stand to wear my newly modified eyeglasses, having cable temples put on them. I had a look in the mirror last night, and the assholes put them nearly two inches in front of where the optician marked them, and she also supplied measurement distances from the lens to my ear (front, top, back). She is still doing the investigative work, and it is likely that I won't be wearing them again until I get new temples; either special order longer ones, and/or straightening out the Fuckwit who modified my glasses correctly, but in the wrong place and ignored all the supplied measurements.
Which begs the question; I wore them for a total of 9 hours yesterday, and now have my old glasses back on. So... was this fuckover stunt of customized temple cables, some four months in the making since I purchased the new eyeglasses and frames that slipped all the time with too-short stock temples, all for 9 hours of wearing too tight glasses? Probably, as they don't consider efficiencies or any other economic parameter in messing up someone's belongings/life. I recall in late 2002 they broke a hinge on my old eyeglasses, an "overnight event" just to make sure I knew it was them, and I had to get the front frame replaced which was of a slightly different color/metal finish than the temples. So it would seem that this present stunt of making my new eyeglasses unwearable by a wilfully botched modification is simply a repeat of ensuring that all original pieces of the victim's (me) eyeglasses (two temples, front frame) aren't allowed to be retained together like for anyone else, but must be sabotaged in some way to ensure some components are replaced. It is all too consistent, though the explanation as to why organized and forever meddling Fuckwits would want to do this in the first place, twice in succession, is still a mystery.
Back to the old eyeglasses again, even if they did get browned by some mysterious means in their four months of storage in my drawer. And also of interest, no one who knows the old pair has said anything about how they magically became colored brown. As in don't want to go there, because it opens up the topic of getting constantly sabotaged by malevolent entities with action-at-a-distance technologies, and we cannot have that can we? This ongoing game of pretend that keeps following me is all the more obvious.
And the perps seemed to have been especially excited this morning to get me rage-fied at breakfast; it was peanut butter and jam (itself undergoing extra rapid overnight depletion) on the first slice of bread in the plastic bag wrapped loaf. And the assholes even messed with the bread tag that pinches the plastic bag together to make for extra rage-ification and involvement of the kitchen knife to open it. I have had many similar timings of the past; the perps go beserk over the first slice of bread of a new loaf, and get me fully rage-fied with provocations. And too, they made sure the slice was extra thin today. That is how life under the Thought and Action Gestapo is these days; there is something (suspected energy interaction) they don't know about packaging plastics and they have decided that I am to be the nonconsensual human experimentation subject for determing just what it is. Not my problem, so why am I involved in this depraved bullshit, 24x7?
That won't stop the "bread stalking", the absurd gangstalkers walking around with a freaking loaf of bread and or else parking a loaf at the street corner for me to pass by. I get two of these a month, so I am wondering what is the next dumbshit stunt with bread that I am to be exposed to?
More weird dreams this morning, another form of mind invasion as the dream's complexity and realness is unlike before overt harassment began in 2002. And as mentioned in past posts, they have the ability to defeat my autonomic dream bail-out abilities, where I would awaken if the dreams got too weird. Now, they can keep me in a repulsive dream for as long as they want.
2040h
I did the cleaning job at the car dealership; no major jerkarounds, though the staff seemed extra hyper, and the friendly guy/staff member from Sales "needed" to come through the Service section when I was cleaning it up and running the vacuum cleaner on the doorway carpet, exiting a white pickup truck outside. The lingering Service guy looked especially emancipated with a close cropped haircut, though not to the level of skinhead. The boss man does his usual switcheroo, saying he needs me to do dust mopping tonight (for the first time), and then does it all himself while I was vacuuming when the coordination plan was all worked out. I have given up on attempting to understand what the perps get out of this, the promise, but not deliver stunt, even if my keeness/let down level is minimal.
I notice that the new tire sets (four) in the Service garage are getting plenty of reshuffling day to day; just sitting in a stack for weeks, often with one tire moved about each day. And too, a nice wide swath of red paint over the treads and sidewalls for one new set. I have had plenty of extra accelerated tire wear in my car ownerhip days, so the ongoing tire/rubber obsession of the perps doesn't surprise me too much.
I got screwed out of getting all the items I needed at the LD store last night, and so I went back there again, all to great numbers of gangstalkers all over the place. And always stationed at the places I go to in advance. I had my gangstalkers doing reprises, keep coming back in different store locations. Usually, if I avoid following a gangstalker and take an alternate route, the fucker goes parallel and "pops up" again at the end of the aisles. One Fuckwit gangstalker was doing this with a 10' section of white PVC in Home Depot two days ago, and then he paralleled me in the next aisle, arriving just as I was ready to scram, all to "force me" to take yet another alternate route.
There is supposed to be an election in this province May 12, and no election signs have been erected. This is another WTF; all those colors and plastics erected all over town, and yet the perps seem to be deferring on this front. I have mentioned in past blogs that the perps have an all consuming obsession over presenting plastics to me, or in my proximity, and especially different kinds together, say, polyethelyne and carbonates. So... it stands to reason that they would like the plastic (usually) election signs to be out, especially with all those colors, and not a one yet. I see that I didn't get a voters card, so no doubt they don't want me to vote, not unlike the last election where I "forgot" to vote on the last day.
Here is a new term, which describes my orchestrated life in succint terms; Lame Idiotic Explanation (L.I.E.).
2250h
Time to call this one done for the day, dull as it has been.
I phoned the ever helpful woman at the optician's to say that I cannot stand to wear my newly modified eyeglasses, having cable temples put on them. I had a look in the mirror last night, and the assholes put them nearly two inches in front of where the optician marked them, and she also supplied measurement distances from the lens to my ear (front, top, back). She is still doing the investigative work, and it is likely that I won't be wearing them again until I get new temples; either special order longer ones, and/or straightening out the Fuckwit who modified my glasses correctly, but in the wrong place and ignored all the supplied measurements.
Which begs the question; I wore them for a total of 9 hours yesterday, and now have my old glasses back on. So... was this fuckover stunt of customized temple cables, some four months in the making since I purchased the new eyeglasses and frames that slipped all the time with too-short stock temples, all for 9 hours of wearing too tight glasses? Probably, as they don't consider efficiencies or any other economic parameter in messing up someone's belongings/life. I recall in late 2002 they broke a hinge on my old eyeglasses, an "overnight event" just to make sure I knew it was them, and I had to get the front frame replaced which was of a slightly different color/metal finish than the temples. So it would seem that this present stunt of making my new eyeglasses unwearable by a wilfully botched modification is simply a repeat of ensuring that all original pieces of the victim's (me) eyeglasses (two temples, front frame) aren't allowed to be retained together like for anyone else, but must be sabotaged in some way to ensure some components are replaced. It is all too consistent, though the explanation as to why organized and forever meddling Fuckwits would want to do this in the first place, twice in succession, is still a mystery.
Back to the old eyeglasses again, even if they did get browned by some mysterious means in their four months of storage in my drawer. And also of interest, no one who knows the old pair has said anything about how they magically became colored brown. As in don't want to go there, because it opens up the topic of getting constantly sabotaged by malevolent entities with action-at-a-distance technologies, and we cannot have that can we? This ongoing game of pretend that keeps following me is all the more obvious.
And the perps seemed to have been especially excited this morning to get me rage-fied at breakfast; it was peanut butter and jam (itself undergoing extra rapid overnight depletion) on the first slice of bread in the plastic bag wrapped loaf. And the assholes even messed with the bread tag that pinches the plastic bag together to make for extra rage-ification and involvement of the kitchen knife to open it. I have had many similar timings of the past; the perps go beserk over the first slice of bread of a new loaf, and get me fully rage-fied with provocations. And too, they made sure the slice was extra thin today. That is how life under the Thought and Action Gestapo is these days; there is something (suspected energy interaction) they don't know about packaging plastics and they have decided that I am to be the nonconsensual human experimentation subject for determing just what it is. Not my problem, so why am I involved in this depraved bullshit, 24x7?
That won't stop the "bread stalking", the absurd gangstalkers walking around with a freaking loaf of bread and or else parking a loaf at the street corner for me to pass by. I get two of these a month, so I am wondering what is the next dumbshit stunt with bread that I am to be exposed to?
More weird dreams this morning, another form of mind invasion as the dream's complexity and realness is unlike before overt harassment began in 2002. And as mentioned in past posts, they have the ability to defeat my autonomic dream bail-out abilities, where I would awaken if the dreams got too weird. Now, they can keep me in a repulsive dream for as long as they want.
2040h
I did the cleaning job at the car dealership; no major jerkarounds, though the staff seemed extra hyper, and the friendly guy/staff member from Sales "needed" to come through the Service section when I was cleaning it up and running the vacuum cleaner on the doorway carpet, exiting a white pickup truck outside. The lingering Service guy looked especially emancipated with a close cropped haircut, though not to the level of skinhead. The boss man does his usual switcheroo, saying he needs me to do dust mopping tonight (for the first time), and then does it all himself while I was vacuuming when the coordination plan was all worked out. I have given up on attempting to understand what the perps get out of this, the promise, but not deliver stunt, even if my keeness/let down level is minimal.
I notice that the new tire sets (four) in the Service garage are getting plenty of reshuffling day to day; just sitting in a stack for weeks, often with one tire moved about each day. And too, a nice wide swath of red paint over the treads and sidewalls for one new set. I have had plenty of extra accelerated tire wear in my car ownerhip days, so the ongoing tire/rubber obsession of the perps doesn't surprise me too much.
I got screwed out of getting all the items I needed at the LD store last night, and so I went back there again, all to great numbers of gangstalkers all over the place. And always stationed at the places I go to in advance. I had my gangstalkers doing reprises, keep coming back in different store locations. Usually, if I avoid following a gangstalker and take an alternate route, the fucker goes parallel and "pops up" again at the end of the aisles. One Fuckwit gangstalker was doing this with a 10' section of white PVC in Home Depot two days ago, and then he paralleled me in the next aisle, arriving just as I was ready to scram, all to "force me" to take yet another alternate route.
There is supposed to be an election in this province May 12, and no election signs have been erected. This is another WTF; all those colors and plastics erected all over town, and yet the perps seem to be deferring on this front. I have mentioned in past blogs that the perps have an all consuming obsession over presenting plastics to me, or in my proximity, and especially different kinds together, say, polyethelyne and carbonates. So... it stands to reason that they would like the plastic (usually) election signs to be out, especially with all those colors, and not a one yet. I see that I didn't get a voters card, so no doubt they don't want me to vote, not unlike the last election where I "forgot" to vote on the last day.
Here is a new term, which describes my orchestrated life in succint terms; Lame Idiotic Explanation (L.I.E.).
2250h
Time to call this one done for the day, dull as it has been.
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
ATM Excitement
1130h
I don't find any excitement in putting two checks in an envelope and feeding it to the ATM machine, but is of profound interest to my tormentors, who find any financial transaction in any form or location to be of intense interest. I went the two blocks downtown at about 0900h and should of been fairly quiet then; office workers inside, and too early for shopping. Not so as it turned out; I would suggest at least 200 to 400 extra gangstalkers were on duty, and the usual freakshow components; vagrants, red hair, red clothed, and the odd dressed. Today's 15 minute round trip sortie's premier nutty dresser was a younger woman in blue stockings and brown mid-calf socks over them. Although this is a hikey-bikey town, it is amazing to see the numbers of the strangely dressed increase. But no ATM line-up, even if it is the one by the front window, and I was done in no time.
I always examine the prepatory events that lead up to a big gangstalking profusion; rage-fying me with various provocations over breakfast, spending five minutes on the phone (an electromagnetic device at one's ear), a full frontal shave with a new razor (significance described below), a blood letting eruption at my left lip area "found out" just before I departed and swabbed with the still damp face cloth I used for shaving earlier, trimming all my fingernails, and a few others that don't come to mind. All these events have occured in excessive spates almost every week or two, and most often before heading out to the gangstalking gauntlet.
The provocations are various; adding extra and gratuitous noise to every move I make, foiling my finger motion so I don't achieve what I intended, flicking water around laterally, pulling items from my grasp, foiling me turning on a lightswitch, and a few others. All to get me intensely pissed off, which in fact, is a governed "reaction".
The perps interest in metals and how they interact with cut objects and surfaces has been detailed in past blogs, but it does extend to shaving most notably and also includes kitchen use of knives. They got me to do full-frontal shaving since 10-2007, and when I replace the blade after a week, it is a big deal for them. Especially following a Monday where I just do a face shave when staying at my parent's place. They also haven't allowed me to iron any clothing since 08-2006 which might be a related case of metals application they have decided complicates matters too much. In lieu of ironing, I acquired more clothes that didn't need it, even the cottons with a modicum of lycra can go without ironing it seems. I suspect the plastic mount of the disposable razor blades is also an attraction for the perps, as there must be some skin/body interaction with it as well as the blades. Anyhow, suffice to say, the perps are also increasing the adversity and provocational stunts while shaving to ensure plenty of vocalizations while doing so, aka rage-ification.
I was fed some strange dreams just before getting up, and I don't want to get in to them here, but as a faux residual "effect", they also planted some ideations about a certain once public figure that I won't get into now. This figure, named by the perps back in 2003, is often referenced by name in their stunts and planted ideations, and has even been witnessed at least twice unequivocally, and at least four more times with lesser certainty. The perps might play up these ideations a few times per day, but starting with a strong dose of ideations first thing in the morning is a new escalation. As usual, the planted notions are total nonsense, and are even worse on that account this morning. Perhaps it was another prepatory event before walking two blocks downtown to the ATM.
1545h
I did my one block jaunt to the optician's to get my new glasses, the ones purchased in 12-2008 and sent out for cable temple modification over a week ago. And a very reasonable $56, with a nice cable join, save the fact they cut the temples a tad short to then make them stretch all the more, and suck hard onto my face. They were measured out for them and marked, and they still put the join an inch ahead of where they needed to. That is, if the sickos weren't lurking at every breath I take, and dictated the results for their agenda. So, after having glasses that slid off too easily for 3.5 months, I get them modified only to have them sucked on hard to my face, causing my eyelashes to contact the inside lenses. One cannot win for managed adversity at every fucking turn.
And given that these are the variable lens type, or blended for near and far sightedness, I get the strange distortions and focus dead spots that the perps seem to be managing for. And too, while without any glasses on at the opticians, I had a background parade of the strange, almost perfunctory E. Indian dude loitering behind the ever gushing blonde woman who is the main contact for my glasses purchases and repairs, but also one of the female staff was in a strange sleeveless outfit with way too fat arms. But because she was out of focus, and my glasses getting cleaned at that moment, I got to see her big arms in blurry form. I don't know what this means for the perps, but they are very dedicated in showing off the freaks and the Unfavored in partial form. I also got suckered into looking at a large red motorcycle parked across the street in the same out-of-focus state. And too, it was the second large motorcycle, as the big yellow one was returned to the courtyard in front of this apartment, both outgoing and incoming. And not too strangely, a bright red and yellow DHL plastic mailer was lying on the surface I was to sit at and get the new glasses fitted. The perps know I loathe the sight of these two colors alone, never mind together, and yet they persist in making sure I get a plenty big dose of it anytime I am out. How the loathed colors fit in with motorcycles of one color each ends of my jaunt I have no idea. The motorcycle noise is about the most loathed noise of all, but the "motorcycle stalking" also extends to using them as silent parked props. I don't know why this is, but there seems to be more than one reason.
2000h
I did my month end accounting tonight, while wearing my earmuffs and no major rage-ification stunts. I suppose doing some in the late afternoon 1600h to 1700h and then again from 1900h to 2000h was also interesting for my tormentors, as they have an obsession over dusk onset. The chocolate tab for March was $316, all because the sickos need me to put brown food in my mouth, hence all the coincident noise while eating it. When is this collossal bullshit ever going to end?
I went to the cleaning job tonight, and the absurd yellow motorcycle was still parked in the courtyard at the front of the building. Then a 10 dude gangstalker flush only a half block away, the bullshit bonhomie act again. It seems they need to surround me with more of the male jocularity, feigned as it is. Then a four times gangstalker when I was at the car dealership; once when outside, then when 10' inside the fucker asks me in a Scottish accent for a screwdriver when all the mechanics have gone for the day. Then five minutes later he stands around so he can be seen from the open garage door, I was 40' inside the building, and he was 30' outdside. I finish up and start work and then the boss man wants in the closed garage door (I have seen it close by itself, no one there), and the same Fuckwit was doing his standing around when I was at the building's door. Naturally, the boss man slowed up his entry, partially complicated by an SUV parked 2' from the door, all to get me more face time with this Scottish weirdo loitering in the car lot.
Ditto for a suited dude who shows up outside while I was inside cleaning the glass door, then he "happens" to be walking around a corner some 40 minutes later while I was getting set to leave, and then he "shows up" again outside when I was leaving, managing to step in between the boss man on his scooter and me. And no less, he has a Mercedes, and presumably doesn't need the cover of a Mazda at a Mazda dealership. Hard to believe they let someone "important" cruise around the car dealership by themselves, and then he later saunters out to his vehicle as I am leaving. This would be another example of the perps not bothering with cover stories any more. So many more things just don't make any sense from the public behavior perspective.
I stopped at the LD store and they were all over me; six Fuckwits at the chocolate eggs section, but they did let me get through the Rx soon enough, and then again at the checkout. While in the Rx lineup I got to peruse some wandering large gutted Fuckwits doing the open mouthed guppy act; crossing each others' path while doing their back and forths. Then the ponytailed dude in the parking lot was chasing me with 10' of shopping carts, most strange as hardly anyone takes them outside. Then more gangstalkers at the bakery, and then another flush of five dudes at the liquor store, and then after crossing the street with my posse, why two faux vagrants lying on the sidewalk outside the adjacent store to this apartment block. Then in the immediate courtyard in front of the building the yellow motorcycle was gone, and seemingly in its place was a negro woman riding around on a yellow bicycle, circling the pillars as well as crossing the courtyard behind me. Just another day, though perhaps the assholes are pumped up over the return to wearing my new glasses again.
After working at the cleaning job, I am getting pissed of with the eyeglasses customization job as they put the cable temples one inch ahead of where the eyeglasses temples were marked, and much of the horizontal temple is made up of the sprung part, and it changes the entire geometry of the lenses on my face, tipping them forward. Never mind the pinching action, which also gets augmented when I have the earmuffs on. I suspect this managed fuckup of muffing the job and not putting the cable temples where asked for isn't the mistake it is made out to be, but part of an ongoing jerkaround for more weeks, and getting the job done again, likely with new frames. There goes another $250 or whatever this jerkaround is going to get settled at. Just one more example of the perps fucking every last thing I do, all to incurr repeats, sending items back and the rest of the insane bullshit. I suspect they are also pulling this kind of crap on an industrial scale; new aircraft designs that don't work or take extra rework, and once, a new cruise ship I saw on TV in 2005 had to be taken back into port to get a new engine as the warning light indicated that its oil pressure was low. obviously it was tested out before launch, but somehow, it failed enroute to the customer, and had to be drydocked for a new engine. The new ferries in this region have engines that sit too high in the water, and are terribly inefficient, and now present a major problem to sort out. Of course these endeavors such as the Hadron Collider are enormously complex, but it just seems to happen too often, my existence seeming to be a microcosm of the larger picture of too many fuckups going on. Just my take on things, and I suppose the perps led me to this conclusion by showing various endeavors going wrong in the TV days of 2004 to 2005.
2200h
Picture time.
Taken 03-24-2009, 1109h 30 sec. A nice arrangement of photo bait in the rain, almost a checkerboard for symmetry. Three silver-grey vehicles in all, two in file in the through lane, either side of the parked silver-grey vehicle. In the parked stallls; a navy blue lead pickup, the aforementioned silver-grey vehicle, a mid-grey and a white one at the right end.
Taken 03-24-2009, 1109h 39 sec. Further to the right, this strange habit of parking vehicles outside of the parking lot, never mind in the rain, which can make for mud. I also see the jaywalker has continued down the road surface, the sidewalk isn't good enough for him; jaywalking gangstalkers abound, as well as stupid road walking, not unlike the sidewalk cycling that has also erupted since 2002.
I was doing some Bookmark link looking and came up with this nice little gem about the real story of the infamous Dr. Cameron's "treatments", and a survivor Lynn Moss-Sharman testifies "all the children and adults had shaved heads". Well isn't this interesting; could it be that is the reason for all these male skinhead gangstalkers to be posted around me to attempt to stimulate some kind of subconscious reminder as to being among this patient group when I was in Montreal, aged 2 to 5, 1956 to 1959? And should I consider myself fortunate to have all this purged from recall, rather than the traumatizations that Lynn is still working through, fifty years later? I don't know about that; the idea that some fucking asshole has pissed with my recall at any stage of my life for any reason makes me exceeding angry. And too, per above mentioned gangstalker, Dr. Ewen Cameron was Scottish, and the perps ply me with Scottish accented gangstalkers frequently. I also had a military gangstalker earlier today, looking like a total goof, and hiding behind a cluster of about ten dudes at this one intersection, and leaving behind one Down's syndrome looking gangstalker leaning against the building at the corner. Very odd to say the least.
2300h
I see the labels got lopped off by some saboteur at the last blog posting save.
Anyhow, that is all for today, now to ponder the strategy over the eyeglasses that have become a fucking nightmare problem, all for some jerk who has prescribed it. No doubt, they are getting ready for another round of alternating my eyeglasses.
I don't find any excitement in putting two checks in an envelope and feeding it to the ATM machine, but is of profound interest to my tormentors, who find any financial transaction in any form or location to be of intense interest. I went the two blocks downtown at about 0900h and should of been fairly quiet then; office workers inside, and too early for shopping. Not so as it turned out; I would suggest at least 200 to 400 extra gangstalkers were on duty, and the usual freakshow components; vagrants, red hair, red clothed, and the odd dressed. Today's 15 minute round trip sortie's premier nutty dresser was a younger woman in blue stockings and brown mid-calf socks over them. Although this is a hikey-bikey town, it is amazing to see the numbers of the strangely dressed increase. But no ATM line-up, even if it is the one by the front window, and I was done in no time.
I always examine the prepatory events that lead up to a big gangstalking profusion; rage-fying me with various provocations over breakfast, spending five minutes on the phone (an electromagnetic device at one's ear), a full frontal shave with a new razor (significance described below), a blood letting eruption at my left lip area "found out" just before I departed and swabbed with the still damp face cloth I used for shaving earlier, trimming all my fingernails, and a few others that don't come to mind. All these events have occured in excessive spates almost every week or two, and most often before heading out to the gangstalking gauntlet.
The provocations are various; adding extra and gratuitous noise to every move I make, foiling my finger motion so I don't achieve what I intended, flicking water around laterally, pulling items from my grasp, foiling me turning on a lightswitch, and a few others. All to get me intensely pissed off, which in fact, is a governed "reaction".
The perps interest in metals and how they interact with cut objects and surfaces has been detailed in past blogs, but it does extend to shaving most notably and also includes kitchen use of knives. They got me to do full-frontal shaving since 10-2007, and when I replace the blade after a week, it is a big deal for them. Especially following a Monday where I just do a face shave when staying at my parent's place. They also haven't allowed me to iron any clothing since 08-2006 which might be a related case of metals application they have decided complicates matters too much. In lieu of ironing, I acquired more clothes that didn't need it, even the cottons with a modicum of lycra can go without ironing it seems. I suspect the plastic mount of the disposable razor blades is also an attraction for the perps, as there must be some skin/body interaction with it as well as the blades. Anyhow, suffice to say, the perps are also increasing the adversity and provocational stunts while shaving to ensure plenty of vocalizations while doing so, aka rage-ification.
I was fed some strange dreams just before getting up, and I don't want to get in to them here, but as a faux residual "effect", they also planted some ideations about a certain once public figure that I won't get into now. This figure, named by the perps back in 2003, is often referenced by name in their stunts and planted ideations, and has even been witnessed at least twice unequivocally, and at least four more times with lesser certainty. The perps might play up these ideations a few times per day, but starting with a strong dose of ideations first thing in the morning is a new escalation. As usual, the planted notions are total nonsense, and are even worse on that account this morning. Perhaps it was another prepatory event before walking two blocks downtown to the ATM.
1545h
I did my one block jaunt to the optician's to get my new glasses, the ones purchased in 12-2008 and sent out for cable temple modification over a week ago. And a very reasonable $56, with a nice cable join, save the fact they cut the temples a tad short to then make them stretch all the more, and suck hard onto my face. They were measured out for them and marked, and they still put the join an inch ahead of where they needed to. That is, if the sickos weren't lurking at every breath I take, and dictated the results for their agenda. So, after having glasses that slid off too easily for 3.5 months, I get them modified only to have them sucked on hard to my face, causing my eyelashes to contact the inside lenses. One cannot win for managed adversity at every fucking turn.
And given that these are the variable lens type, or blended for near and far sightedness, I get the strange distortions and focus dead spots that the perps seem to be managing for. And too, while without any glasses on at the opticians, I had a background parade of the strange, almost perfunctory E. Indian dude loitering behind the ever gushing blonde woman who is the main contact for my glasses purchases and repairs, but also one of the female staff was in a strange sleeveless outfit with way too fat arms. But because she was out of focus, and my glasses getting cleaned at that moment, I got to see her big arms in blurry form. I don't know what this means for the perps, but they are very dedicated in showing off the freaks and the Unfavored in partial form. I also got suckered into looking at a large red motorcycle parked across the street in the same out-of-focus state. And too, it was the second large motorcycle, as the big yellow one was returned to the courtyard in front of this apartment, both outgoing and incoming. And not too strangely, a bright red and yellow DHL plastic mailer was lying on the surface I was to sit at and get the new glasses fitted. The perps know I loathe the sight of these two colors alone, never mind together, and yet they persist in making sure I get a plenty big dose of it anytime I am out. How the loathed colors fit in with motorcycles of one color each ends of my jaunt I have no idea. The motorcycle noise is about the most loathed noise of all, but the "motorcycle stalking" also extends to using them as silent parked props. I don't know why this is, but there seems to be more than one reason.
2000h
I did my month end accounting tonight, while wearing my earmuffs and no major rage-ification stunts. I suppose doing some in the late afternoon 1600h to 1700h and then again from 1900h to 2000h was also interesting for my tormentors, as they have an obsession over dusk onset. The chocolate tab for March was $316, all because the sickos need me to put brown food in my mouth, hence all the coincident noise while eating it. When is this collossal bullshit ever going to end?
I went to the cleaning job tonight, and the absurd yellow motorcycle was still parked in the courtyard at the front of the building. Then a 10 dude gangstalker flush only a half block away, the bullshit bonhomie act again. It seems they need to surround me with more of the male jocularity, feigned as it is. Then a four times gangstalker when I was at the car dealership; once when outside, then when 10' inside the fucker asks me in a Scottish accent for a screwdriver when all the mechanics have gone for the day. Then five minutes later he stands around so he can be seen from the open garage door, I was 40' inside the building, and he was 30' outdside. I finish up and start work and then the boss man wants in the closed garage door (I have seen it close by itself, no one there), and the same Fuckwit was doing his standing around when I was at the building's door. Naturally, the boss man slowed up his entry, partially complicated by an SUV parked 2' from the door, all to get me more face time with this Scottish weirdo loitering in the car lot.
Ditto for a suited dude who shows up outside while I was inside cleaning the glass door, then he "happens" to be walking around a corner some 40 minutes later while I was getting set to leave, and then he "shows up" again outside when I was leaving, managing to step in between the boss man on his scooter and me. And no less, he has a Mercedes, and presumably doesn't need the cover of a Mazda at a Mazda dealership. Hard to believe they let someone "important" cruise around the car dealership by themselves, and then he later saunters out to his vehicle as I am leaving. This would be another example of the perps not bothering with cover stories any more. So many more things just don't make any sense from the public behavior perspective.
I stopped at the LD store and they were all over me; six Fuckwits at the chocolate eggs section, but they did let me get through the Rx soon enough, and then again at the checkout. While in the Rx lineup I got to peruse some wandering large gutted Fuckwits doing the open mouthed guppy act; crossing each others' path while doing their back and forths. Then the ponytailed dude in the parking lot was chasing me with 10' of shopping carts, most strange as hardly anyone takes them outside. Then more gangstalkers at the bakery, and then another flush of five dudes at the liquor store, and then after crossing the street with my posse, why two faux vagrants lying on the sidewalk outside the adjacent store to this apartment block. Then in the immediate courtyard in front of the building the yellow motorcycle was gone, and seemingly in its place was a negro woman riding around on a yellow bicycle, circling the pillars as well as crossing the courtyard behind me. Just another day, though perhaps the assholes are pumped up over the return to wearing my new glasses again.
After working at the cleaning job, I am getting pissed of with the eyeglasses customization job as they put the cable temples one inch ahead of where the eyeglasses temples were marked, and much of the horizontal temple is made up of the sprung part, and it changes the entire geometry of the lenses on my face, tipping them forward. Never mind the pinching action, which also gets augmented when I have the earmuffs on. I suspect this managed fuckup of muffing the job and not putting the cable temples where asked for isn't the mistake it is made out to be, but part of an ongoing jerkaround for more weeks, and getting the job done again, likely with new frames. There goes another $250 or whatever this jerkaround is going to get settled at. Just one more example of the perps fucking every last thing I do, all to incurr repeats, sending items back and the rest of the insane bullshit. I suspect they are also pulling this kind of crap on an industrial scale; new aircraft designs that don't work or take extra rework, and once, a new cruise ship I saw on TV in 2005 had to be taken back into port to get a new engine as the warning light indicated that its oil pressure was low. obviously it was tested out before launch, but somehow, it failed enroute to the customer, and had to be drydocked for a new engine. The new ferries in this region have engines that sit too high in the water, and are terribly inefficient, and now present a major problem to sort out. Of course these endeavors such as the Hadron Collider are enormously complex, but it just seems to happen too often, my existence seeming to be a microcosm of the larger picture of too many fuckups going on. Just my take on things, and I suppose the perps led me to this conclusion by showing various endeavors going wrong in the TV days of 2004 to 2005.
2200h
Picture time.
Taken 03-24-2009, 1109h 30 sec. A nice arrangement of photo bait in the rain, almost a checkerboard for symmetry. Three silver-grey vehicles in all, two in file in the through lane, either side of the parked silver-grey vehicle. In the parked stallls; a navy blue lead pickup, the aforementioned silver-grey vehicle, a mid-grey and a white one at the right end.
Taken 03-24-2009, 1109h 39 sec. Further to the right, this strange habit of parking vehicles outside of the parking lot, never mind in the rain, which can make for mud. I also see the jaywalker has continued down the road surface, the sidewalk isn't good enough for him; jaywalking gangstalkers abound, as well as stupid road walking, not unlike the sidewalk cycling that has also erupted since 2002.
I was doing some Bookmark link looking and came up with this nice little gem about the real story of the infamous Dr. Cameron's "treatments", and a survivor Lynn Moss-Sharman testifies "all the children and adults had shaved heads". Well isn't this interesting; could it be that is the reason for all these male skinhead gangstalkers to be posted around me to attempt to stimulate some kind of subconscious reminder as to being among this patient group when I was in Montreal, aged 2 to 5, 1956 to 1959? And should I consider myself fortunate to have all this purged from recall, rather than the traumatizations that Lynn is still working through, fifty years later? I don't know about that; the idea that some fucking asshole has pissed with my recall at any stage of my life for any reason makes me exceeding angry. And too, per above mentioned gangstalker, Dr. Ewen Cameron was Scottish, and the perps ply me with Scottish accented gangstalkers frequently. I also had a military gangstalker earlier today, looking like a total goof, and hiding behind a cluster of about ten dudes at this one intersection, and leaving behind one Down's syndrome looking gangstalker leaning against the building at the corner. Very odd to say the least.
2300h
I see the labels got lopped off by some saboteur at the last blog posting save.
Anyhow, that is all for today, now to ponder the strategy over the eyeglasses that have become a fucking nightmare problem, all for some jerk who has prescribed it. No doubt, they are getting ready for another round of alternating my eyeglasses.
Monday, March 30, 2009
An Irregular Monday
2005h
Regular readers will know that the Sunday night stayover at my parent's place and the following Monday when I get back is the event that kicks off escalated harassment for the rest of the day. There were a few irregular events, the main one being that if I didn't shower or shave, and helped my mother drive to the paint store, then I could get a ride back to downtown where I live. And the events of showering and shaving are one of the greatest harassment events in any given day, as there is something about them that the perps don't understand in their nonconsensual human experimentation and study. Normally they harass the living shit out of me on Mondays, but for whatever reason, it has been moderated today.
I had a doctor's appointment in the afternoon, a 30 minute walk in each direction, and that was duly arranged to have huge vehicular gangstalking formations. And the road noise was amplified to be extra noisey, as if it were high speed traffic which it certainly wasn't. And lo, if there wasn't another medical student at the doctor's office today, but thankfully someone who was engaging and part of the appointment, not one of the "just sit there" kind. And so, I got to tell my story again today, and mercifully, I was allowed to be reasonably fluent and conversational, not the stilted and word impaired presentation that I usually get stiffed with. Not a big deal, and once done I walked back to my place, and was glad for only spitting rain and not a deluge.
Then at 1715h I go to the car dealership to do my one hour cleaning job; there was some escalated "staff" stalking action, as well as some oddities of one staff member staying over 35 minutes after closing, and lo, if a customer didn't show up even if the door was locked. I was about to mop the floor and I didn't want anyone to step onto a slippery floor. The staff member arranged for the person to pick his car up outside and then left as well. This meant the door was unlocked, and I locked it. I find it odd that some staff abandon their duties of door locking and leave it to me to perform without any communication or apparent certainty that it would be looked after. Anyhow, not a big deal for me to lock a door, though the perps find the exercise to be highly interesting given the chicanery and noisestalking that goes with the activity.
Then while vacuuming in the Sales entrance a negro dude starts pounding on the door and wants to get in. I tell me the business is closed and he gets in a big huff and storms off. Him and his brown pants needed to be seen through safety glass for whatever reason.
He was the fourth seemingly independent negro gangstalker today; the other three were all at the NW corner of the same intersection that I passed though to go to the doctor's appointment, and when heading off to the car dealership. In other words, three out of four times at the very same corner the perps planted a different negro each time. Regular readers will know that they are very uncommon here, and to have such precision appearances is extremely odd, and can only be orchestrated IMHO. I don't know why these Unfavored demographic group specimens were especially represented today, but it wouldn't be the first time that such unusual circumstances were arranged for me to see. Perhaps it was the 60 Minutes show last night that I saw in TV at my parent's place; a story on lion poisoning in Africa and then a piece on a star basketball player. I don't get it in any event as to why the perps are so consumed with skin color, never mind all the other colors they present as part of the gangstalking.
2200h
I noticed at the corner that I passed four times today (two in each direction), that "somebody" placed a stack of drywall lathes, some 2' long x 4" wide, and two stacks of them in an X configuration. This also happens to be the corner where I often get some 5 to 10 gangstalkers where I get relatively few before. They even put a 14" splat of red paint on a tree 8' away, and one time had a Fuckwit standing with his back to it and doing nothing else but look totally stupid. I suppose drywall is a very common element in the nearby stores and residential buildings, and the perps wanted a "reading" (or whatever the fuck they do) of drywall in close proximity at a strategic corner with varying angles, hence the X shape made from two stacks of drywall laths. And of course, there was no cover story like a wayward drywall job nearby, just plain strange.
And I noticed at the car dealership cleaning job tonight that the black Mazda Miata with the light brown fabric top, (similar brown to that of cardboard boxes), is still in the shop, now the fifth or sixth week of it being moved around with other vehicles and never seems to get worked on. As part of the "browning around" games, I noticed that there was a new flush of autobody parts in the Parts section, and they were arranged to crimp down on the aisle space for me to get by. There has been a flurry of brown cardboard boxed parts arriving, and in some cases, only the box is remaining. I also noticed that they pinched down the usual egress for us cleaners between Parts/Service and Sales. Normally we go through the Service Garage but "somebody" placed a vehicle there to cut the egress width from 4' to 2', and of course, with plenty of brown cardboard boxes as nearby props. Regular readers and TI's will know that the perps have a brown color obsession, and I do my best to explain it at this posting, though I am sure it is a very complex issue for them, given that my brown colored clothing got sudden holes in it and had to be tossed.
And no one of the regulars noticed my new extra brown colored glasses over the past three days. These are the glasses I wore from 2000 to 12-2008 and were put away in a drawer until used three days ago as the backup pair while my new glasses are sent away for cable temples to be added on. While stored in a drawer for the past three months they "somehow" became anodized with a deep brown color. I am sure there is much more to this as far as the perps are concerned, and the vision fucking action three days ago was a testament to that. I don't have nearly the problems in seeing today that I had on Friday when I put the old glasses back on.
On TV last night my parents and I watched Inspector Morse, and I suppose the episode was at least 15 years old. I couldn't but help noticing at a parking lot where Morse parked his distinctive Jaguar there was a 900 series Volvo station wagon and a yellow VW Beetle adjacent. And lo, if I didn't once own a yellow VW Beetle, and a Volvo wagon, though at 240 series until 2006. Funny how these happen. And this morning at the end of the street when I was driving my parent's vehicle, why a Jaguar station wagon was parked. I didn't know they made station wagons, and yet there it was.
Also on TV on Sunday Night, a CBC news magazine format, they had a segment on urban chickens. It "so happens" that Seattle, Victoria and New York are the only cities that permit suburban backyard chickens. That would be the city I lived in 1999 to 2002, where I live now, and where they say I will live later, all respectively. Another of the "sort of" coincidences, of which there are many in any given day, but normally don't have enough substance that I normally present in this blog, keeping my standards up, ahem.
2245h
And that is enough of scraping the bottom of the barrel for blog content tonight, and now to bed and ponder what my Monday treatment will be for permitted sleep time and its quality.
Regular readers will know that the Sunday night stayover at my parent's place and the following Monday when I get back is the event that kicks off escalated harassment for the rest of the day. There were a few irregular events, the main one being that if I didn't shower or shave, and helped my mother drive to the paint store, then I could get a ride back to downtown where I live. And the events of showering and shaving are one of the greatest harassment events in any given day, as there is something about them that the perps don't understand in their nonconsensual human experimentation and study. Normally they harass the living shit out of me on Mondays, but for whatever reason, it has been moderated today.
I had a doctor's appointment in the afternoon, a 30 minute walk in each direction, and that was duly arranged to have huge vehicular gangstalking formations. And the road noise was amplified to be extra noisey, as if it were high speed traffic which it certainly wasn't. And lo, if there wasn't another medical student at the doctor's office today, but thankfully someone who was engaging and part of the appointment, not one of the "just sit there" kind. And so, I got to tell my story again today, and mercifully, I was allowed to be reasonably fluent and conversational, not the stilted and word impaired presentation that I usually get stiffed with. Not a big deal, and once done I walked back to my place, and was glad for only spitting rain and not a deluge.
Then at 1715h I go to the car dealership to do my one hour cleaning job; there was some escalated "staff" stalking action, as well as some oddities of one staff member staying over 35 minutes after closing, and lo, if a customer didn't show up even if the door was locked. I was about to mop the floor and I didn't want anyone to step onto a slippery floor. The staff member arranged for the person to pick his car up outside and then left as well. This meant the door was unlocked, and I locked it. I find it odd that some staff abandon their duties of door locking and leave it to me to perform without any communication or apparent certainty that it would be looked after. Anyhow, not a big deal for me to lock a door, though the perps find the exercise to be highly interesting given the chicanery and noisestalking that goes with the activity.
Then while vacuuming in the Sales entrance a negro dude starts pounding on the door and wants to get in. I tell me the business is closed and he gets in a big huff and storms off. Him and his brown pants needed to be seen through safety glass for whatever reason.
He was the fourth seemingly independent negro gangstalker today; the other three were all at the NW corner of the same intersection that I passed though to go to the doctor's appointment, and when heading off to the car dealership. In other words, three out of four times at the very same corner the perps planted a different negro each time. Regular readers will know that they are very uncommon here, and to have such precision appearances is extremely odd, and can only be orchestrated IMHO. I don't know why these Unfavored demographic group specimens were especially represented today, but it wouldn't be the first time that such unusual circumstances were arranged for me to see. Perhaps it was the 60 Minutes show last night that I saw in TV at my parent's place; a story on lion poisoning in Africa and then a piece on a star basketball player. I don't get it in any event as to why the perps are so consumed with skin color, never mind all the other colors they present as part of the gangstalking.
2200h
I noticed at the corner that I passed four times today (two in each direction), that "somebody" placed a stack of drywall lathes, some 2' long x 4" wide, and two stacks of them in an X configuration. This also happens to be the corner where I often get some 5 to 10 gangstalkers where I get relatively few before. They even put a 14" splat of red paint on a tree 8' away, and one time had a Fuckwit standing with his back to it and doing nothing else but look totally stupid. I suppose drywall is a very common element in the nearby stores and residential buildings, and the perps wanted a "reading" (or whatever the fuck they do) of drywall in close proximity at a strategic corner with varying angles, hence the X shape made from two stacks of drywall laths. And of course, there was no cover story like a wayward drywall job nearby, just plain strange.
And I noticed at the car dealership cleaning job tonight that the black Mazda Miata with the light brown fabric top, (similar brown to that of cardboard boxes), is still in the shop, now the fifth or sixth week of it being moved around with other vehicles and never seems to get worked on. As part of the "browning around" games, I noticed that there was a new flush of autobody parts in the Parts section, and they were arranged to crimp down on the aisle space for me to get by. There has been a flurry of brown cardboard boxed parts arriving, and in some cases, only the box is remaining. I also noticed that they pinched down the usual egress for us cleaners between Parts/Service and Sales. Normally we go through the Service Garage but "somebody" placed a vehicle there to cut the egress width from 4' to 2', and of course, with plenty of brown cardboard boxes as nearby props. Regular readers and TI's will know that the perps have a brown color obsession, and I do my best to explain it at this posting, though I am sure it is a very complex issue for them, given that my brown colored clothing got sudden holes in it and had to be tossed.
And no one of the regulars noticed my new extra brown colored glasses over the past three days. These are the glasses I wore from 2000 to 12-2008 and were put away in a drawer until used three days ago as the backup pair while my new glasses are sent away for cable temples to be added on. While stored in a drawer for the past three months they "somehow" became anodized with a deep brown color. I am sure there is much more to this as far as the perps are concerned, and the vision fucking action three days ago was a testament to that. I don't have nearly the problems in seeing today that I had on Friday when I put the old glasses back on.
On TV last night my parents and I watched Inspector Morse, and I suppose the episode was at least 15 years old. I couldn't but help noticing at a parking lot where Morse parked his distinctive Jaguar there was a 900 series Volvo station wagon and a yellow VW Beetle adjacent. And lo, if I didn't once own a yellow VW Beetle, and a Volvo wagon, though at 240 series until 2006. Funny how these happen. And this morning at the end of the street when I was driving my parent's vehicle, why a Jaguar station wagon was parked. I didn't know they made station wagons, and yet there it was.
Also on TV on Sunday Night, a CBC news magazine format, they had a segment on urban chickens. It "so happens" that Seattle, Victoria and New York are the only cities that permit suburban backyard chickens. That would be the city I lived in 1999 to 2002, where I live now, and where they say I will live later, all respectively. Another of the "sort of" coincidences, of which there are many in any given day, but normally don't have enough substance that I normally present in this blog, keeping my standards up, ahem.
2245h
And that is enough of scraping the bottom of the barrel for blog content tonight, and now to bed and ponder what my Monday treatment will be for permitted sleep time and its quality.
Friday, March 06, 2009
Retrofitting My Eyeglasses
1145h
Back to the attractive blonde woman at the optician's to measure my glasses and fuss all over me while the quest to get cable temples retrofitted to my glasses continues. All because the said eyeglasses get pulled and jerked with by unseen forces, most often when my hands are occupied. A few days ago they just "shot off" my face and landed in my hand that was at the ready. Getting cable temples, notoriously unavailible except for a few models, will take away the excuses. And I suppose sending them off for a custom job will be part of the game while the old ones are back on my face. They already pulled that stunt for a few days when they "forgot" to edge polish the glasses, and the optician "didn't notice". Never mind the bad acting when she said that. And I found out that my email to her back in January "didn't arrive" somehow, so I resent it with the accompanying sound of noisestalking.
And said blonde optician was dressed in a white and brown colored top, the white portion raised in a filagree like pattern over the brown. A few years ago when they were hounding me at the doctors' office and jerked me around with "forgetting" my appointment while I waited for a half hour, there was a young attractive blonde woman seeming to do counselling for one of the patients. Only near the end of that half hour was I allowed to know it was the same woman who was in my swim lane for at least five years, and "somehow" I didn't recognize her or her voice until they let me in on the fuckery.
There were the usual flush of dudes and Unfavoreds when I exited the opticians; skinheads, native Indians, shiftless male fuckwits, suits with papers and the seeming moronic one who purports to live next door in what I call the "common room", the apartment where a variety of gangstalkers have emerged; negros, Asians, grannies and now the certifiable halfwit who has the unerring ability to "happen" to be where I am. For those who don't know why I am going on about Unfavored demographic group members/gangstalkers, brown colors and blondes, these are the links.
2050h
Talk about severe gangstalking tonight, it was disproportionate. Six fuckwits waiting outside the doors of the apartment building on my exit to the cleaning job at the car dealership. Then at least 60 others for the two block walk, never mind the vehicular gangstalking. Yesterday on this beat I had an illegal left turning vehicle cross the sidewalk 10' in front of me, and the asshole driver was staring at me. WTF; who has the stupidity to make an illegal left into the oncoming driveway lane (all visible beforehand) and then look sideways at the nearest pedestrian he cut off will negotiating this stunning piece driving? Only those who are orchestrated to do so. I also got a stare earlier yesterday from an oncoming cyclist on the sidewalk. Another WTF; engaging in an illegal act and then looks at me pissed off at this fuckwit.
Back to today's insane and intense gangstalking; it wasn't too bad at the car dealership save some late staying "customers" that managed to circulate twice around me, 35 minutes apart. The seeming staff member in Service that was lingering behind pulled his second shit stunt. While I am cleaning up downstairs, he goes upstairs to the men's, does something but doesn't flush the toilet, and then walks through the cleaned area downstairs. Cleaned with the vacuum cleaner, and regular readers know how much the perps like to arrange vacuum cleaners around me and have me or other gangstalkers walk over the just vacuumed surface. I go upstairs to clean the washroom and this guy has left shit particles in the toilet, as if it were suspended sand. How can anyone take a shit like that, never mind if the use of the flushing could accomplish this. As this is the second and identical time it has happened with this Parts dude, I can only suggest it is yet more of the perps' shit and brown campaign. Somehow, the major turd gets teleported out of there, and the few remaining grains are there for some kind of color reference. This topic is so fugly I am going to stop, even if there is more I can add.
Tonight, I learn from the boss man, who came for some "time out" as there were too many late customers for him to finish the job, that I don't need to mop the floor every night like I was doing for the past three months, only every two days. Funny how he never asks the details on what it taking me the longest to do and why, but drops out these "training bulletins" every so often. When I first started I was cleaning the entire Service area floor each night, and was finally "allowed" to relax this to just the busy areas each night. Now, just the busy areas every two nights. And so it goes, but I am grateful for the job, and it keeps me in chocolate and that has been the biggest budget drain for the past five years, being stiffed with a food item I don't need and could easily do without if it weren'f for the mind fucking and the perps' "need" to have me eat brown colored foods for them to figure out what their fucking issue is, vis a vis me (victim). If I don't like the color brown, then who cares? A relentless and depraved phallanx of Fuckwits, now nearly seven overt years of harassment, and for 47 years before that.
Anyhow, when I got out of the car dealership I headed to the LD store for the "forgotten" (them) half of my Rx, and lo, if I didn't get a buck toothed, obese negro woman behind the counter. And of course, more games to delay "finding" the Rx, and what medication it was again, after telling them the first time. This entire episode started out because the doctor didn't "think" to provide me an Rx when I saw him the time before last. Then I had to get a phoned Rx, and the doctor doubled the white pills, and the pharmacy tech told me about it, and advised me not to double up on the medication. Fine, I have been taking the same Rx for over six years now. When I saw the doctor a week ago he gave me a new Rx and I took it in to be filled, He asked about the doubled up white pills and I told him that I didn't know how that happened but it was incorrect. So..., I take the Rx into be filled and come back the next day and lo, they are out of the yellow pills. Finally, I get the yellow pills and then they "forgot" to add the white pills. Four successive trips to the LD store after work, and each trip I purchase Cadbury Creme Eggs, chocolate eggs with a white and orange goo in them to simulate the inside of an egg. Needless to say almost, the noisestalking has increased markedly while eating this infrequent item, and too, the pill intake has varied each day accordingly. Day 1, Monday, no medication intake, the "forget" day, Day 2, no yellow medications but old white one availible because the Rx was doubled by "mistake". Day 3, the same, Day 4 new yellow medications with old white medication. Day 5, new yellow medication with new white medication. All I hope is that this colossal and obsessive machinations over what color of medication I take and the associated yellow color games (eggs, vehicles and gangstalker colors, often with brown), is fucking over. But it isn't, and the assholes are totally predictable and will be at it again, mark my words.
After the LD store then I stop in at the supermarket to get bar chocolate, and had four women clustered around me there. Two were dissimilar redheads, both in grey long coats. Then I had to get coffee, and get it ground up in the grinder, which means I am total gangstalker bait while doing this. Not only is it a brown substance being actively created, but that I am tied to the spot for some five minutes to prevent fuckups, spills and other perp fuckery if allowed. Just like always, I had the assholes around me; left side, then right side, and back again. Then I got fucked out of remembering to get goat milk and was only reminded when seeing it at the checkout. So I go to the back of the store and the fuckers are all over me, blocking aisles and crossing my path in front of me. I get back to the checkout and there is a surge of "customers", and my coffee grinding gangstalker was two in front of me, a large woman between us. Then the redheads "show up" and linger beyond the checkout. Finally I get through and then when leaving the chinless store assistant and a customer converge on me, a mini-swarm. The I get through the doors and the redheads and the others are there in the sidewalk, leaving a narrow 2' path past them, beside the flowers. I was being mind fucked to be highly reactive as well, scooting out of there in an imposed panic. I still had my Asian dude show of at least six at the next pedestrian crossing, and finally I was out of this infernal gangstalk gauntlet the assholes spring on me. Count the Unfavored demographic group members; chinless, redhead, large persons, negro, buck teeth, etc. Enough of this perp beserkness.
Other prepatory games were to force me to have a nap this afternoon with constant road traffic noise for the entire nap. And I wore the earmuffs for most of the afternoon, and it seems that doing this is major gangstalking bait anytime I head out. A long way of saying that the perps went totally beserk tonight, and even rage-fied me when I got back for good measure. It is interesting to note how this is changing in the daytime, and not always full-on abuse all day.
I see that the local boulevard trees have pink blossoms on them, still on the trees. And as part of the perps' color balance games they put on some same colored plasma clouds some 20' ahead of me, presumably to test this same color over the concrete sidewalk. This is very common for the perps to "balance out" colors in short two second or less exposures to a 6' wide, 2' high plasma cloud in this case. Sometimes the plasma games are larger, especially if they need to put it over a street to emulate a vehicle's color that is not in the current mix they have nearby.
2230h
Knee torquing torture tonight; this is where the lower part of my leg is remotely manipulated and twisted slowly until I notice the knee pain. This is to presumably "tweak" neural energies in the brainstem area, which is connected to the knees to enable bipedal walking. Note, I cannot apply this myself, and that it is now "happening" just as I move to a new web page, bookmark a page etc. Much like noisestalking has been arranged simultaneously at these same moments for the past seven years.
This one is done for the day, and now to ponder if I am to get another disrupted sleep like each of the last two nights; kept awake for hours with loud vehicle noises at a rate over three/minute, forced head flipping every two minutes, a light REM sleep, an early 0600h awakening to hear yet more serial road traffic noise (projected IMHO, as the streets are not that busy then), and a 0700h get up time. An near identical sleep script both nights, another never-before overt harassment event.
Back to the attractive blonde woman at the optician's to measure my glasses and fuss all over me while the quest to get cable temples retrofitted to my glasses continues. All because the said eyeglasses get pulled and jerked with by unseen forces, most often when my hands are occupied. A few days ago they just "shot off" my face and landed in my hand that was at the ready. Getting cable temples, notoriously unavailible except for a few models, will take away the excuses. And I suppose sending them off for a custom job will be part of the game while the old ones are back on my face. They already pulled that stunt for a few days when they "forgot" to edge polish the glasses, and the optician "didn't notice". Never mind the bad acting when she said that. And I found out that my email to her back in January "didn't arrive" somehow, so I resent it with the accompanying sound of noisestalking.
And said blonde optician was dressed in a white and brown colored top, the white portion raised in a filagree like pattern over the brown. A few years ago when they were hounding me at the doctors' office and jerked me around with "forgetting" my appointment while I waited for a half hour, there was a young attractive blonde woman seeming to do counselling for one of the patients. Only near the end of that half hour was I allowed to know it was the same woman who was in my swim lane for at least five years, and "somehow" I didn't recognize her or her voice until they let me in on the fuckery.
There were the usual flush of dudes and Unfavoreds when I exited the opticians; skinheads, native Indians, shiftless male fuckwits, suits with papers and the seeming moronic one who purports to live next door in what I call the "common room", the apartment where a variety of gangstalkers have emerged; negros, Asians, grannies and now the certifiable halfwit who has the unerring ability to "happen" to be where I am. For those who don't know why I am going on about Unfavored demographic group members/gangstalkers, brown colors and blondes, these are the links.
2050h
Talk about severe gangstalking tonight, it was disproportionate. Six fuckwits waiting outside the doors of the apartment building on my exit to the cleaning job at the car dealership. Then at least 60 others for the two block walk, never mind the vehicular gangstalking. Yesterday on this beat I had an illegal left turning vehicle cross the sidewalk 10' in front of me, and the asshole driver was staring at me. WTF; who has the stupidity to make an illegal left into the oncoming driveway lane (all visible beforehand) and then look sideways at the nearest pedestrian he cut off will negotiating this stunning piece driving? Only those who are orchestrated to do so. I also got a stare earlier yesterday from an oncoming cyclist on the sidewalk. Another WTF; engaging in an illegal act and then looks at me pissed off at this fuckwit.
Back to today's insane and intense gangstalking; it wasn't too bad at the car dealership save some late staying "customers" that managed to circulate twice around me, 35 minutes apart. The seeming staff member in Service that was lingering behind pulled his second shit stunt. While I am cleaning up downstairs, he goes upstairs to the men's, does something but doesn't flush the toilet, and then walks through the cleaned area downstairs. Cleaned with the vacuum cleaner, and regular readers know how much the perps like to arrange vacuum cleaners around me and have me or other gangstalkers walk over the just vacuumed surface. I go upstairs to clean the washroom and this guy has left shit particles in the toilet, as if it were suspended sand. How can anyone take a shit like that, never mind if the use of the flushing could accomplish this. As this is the second and identical time it has happened with this Parts dude, I can only suggest it is yet more of the perps' shit and brown campaign. Somehow, the major turd gets teleported out of there, and the few remaining grains are there for some kind of color reference. This topic is so fugly I am going to stop, even if there is more I can add.
Tonight, I learn from the boss man, who came for some "time out" as there were too many late customers for him to finish the job, that I don't need to mop the floor every night like I was doing for the past three months, only every two days. Funny how he never asks the details on what it taking me the longest to do and why, but drops out these "training bulletins" every so often. When I first started I was cleaning the entire Service area floor each night, and was finally "allowed" to relax this to just the busy areas each night. Now, just the busy areas every two nights. And so it goes, but I am grateful for the job, and it keeps me in chocolate and that has been the biggest budget drain for the past five years, being stiffed with a food item I don't need and could easily do without if it weren'f for the mind fucking and the perps' "need" to have me eat brown colored foods for them to figure out what their fucking issue is, vis a vis me (victim). If I don't like the color brown, then who cares? A relentless and depraved phallanx of Fuckwits, now nearly seven overt years of harassment, and for 47 years before that.
Anyhow, when I got out of the car dealership I headed to the LD store for the "forgotten" (them) half of my Rx, and lo, if I didn't get a buck toothed, obese negro woman behind the counter. And of course, more games to delay "finding" the Rx, and what medication it was again, after telling them the first time. This entire episode started out because the doctor didn't "think" to provide me an Rx when I saw him the time before last. Then I had to get a phoned Rx, and the doctor doubled the white pills, and the pharmacy tech told me about it, and advised me not to double up on the medication. Fine, I have been taking the same Rx for over six years now. When I saw the doctor a week ago he gave me a new Rx and I took it in to be filled, He asked about the doubled up white pills and I told him that I didn't know how that happened but it was incorrect. So..., I take the Rx into be filled and come back the next day and lo, they are out of the yellow pills. Finally, I get the yellow pills and then they "forgot" to add the white pills. Four successive trips to the LD store after work, and each trip I purchase Cadbury Creme Eggs, chocolate eggs with a white and orange goo in them to simulate the inside of an egg. Needless to say almost, the noisestalking has increased markedly while eating this infrequent item, and too, the pill intake has varied each day accordingly. Day 1, Monday, no medication intake, the "forget" day, Day 2, no yellow medications but old white one availible because the Rx was doubled by "mistake". Day 3, the same, Day 4 new yellow medications with old white medication. Day 5, new yellow medication with new white medication. All I hope is that this colossal and obsessive machinations over what color of medication I take and the associated yellow color games (eggs, vehicles and gangstalker colors, often with brown), is fucking over. But it isn't, and the assholes are totally predictable and will be at it again, mark my words.
After the LD store then I stop in at the supermarket to get bar chocolate, and had four women clustered around me there. Two were dissimilar redheads, both in grey long coats. Then I had to get coffee, and get it ground up in the grinder, which means I am total gangstalker bait while doing this. Not only is it a brown substance being actively created, but that I am tied to the spot for some five minutes to prevent fuckups, spills and other perp fuckery if allowed. Just like always, I had the assholes around me; left side, then right side, and back again. Then I got fucked out of remembering to get goat milk and was only reminded when seeing it at the checkout. So I go to the back of the store and the fuckers are all over me, blocking aisles and crossing my path in front of me. I get back to the checkout and there is a surge of "customers", and my coffee grinding gangstalker was two in front of me, a large woman between us. Then the redheads "show up" and linger beyond the checkout. Finally I get through and then when leaving the chinless store assistant and a customer converge on me, a mini-swarm. The I get through the doors and the redheads and the others are there in the sidewalk, leaving a narrow 2' path past them, beside the flowers. I was being mind fucked to be highly reactive as well, scooting out of there in an imposed panic. I still had my Asian dude show of at least six at the next pedestrian crossing, and finally I was out of this infernal gangstalk gauntlet the assholes spring on me. Count the Unfavored demographic group members; chinless, redhead, large persons, negro, buck teeth, etc. Enough of this perp beserkness.
Other prepatory games were to force me to have a nap this afternoon with constant road traffic noise for the entire nap. And I wore the earmuffs for most of the afternoon, and it seems that doing this is major gangstalking bait anytime I head out. A long way of saying that the perps went totally beserk tonight, and even rage-fied me when I got back for good measure. It is interesting to note how this is changing in the daytime, and not always full-on abuse all day.
I see that the local boulevard trees have pink blossoms on them, still on the trees. And as part of the perps' color balance games they put on some same colored plasma clouds some 20' ahead of me, presumably to test this same color over the concrete sidewalk. This is very common for the perps to "balance out" colors in short two second or less exposures to a 6' wide, 2' high plasma cloud in this case. Sometimes the plasma games are larger, especially if they need to put it over a street to emulate a vehicle's color that is not in the current mix they have nearby.
2230h
Knee torquing torture tonight; this is where the lower part of my leg is remotely manipulated and twisted slowly until I notice the knee pain. This is to presumably "tweak" neural energies in the brainstem area, which is connected to the knees to enable bipedal walking. Note, I cannot apply this myself, and that it is now "happening" just as I move to a new web page, bookmark a page etc. Much like noisestalking has been arranged simultaneously at these same moments for the past seven years.
This one is done for the day, and now to ponder if I am to get another disrupted sleep like each of the last two nights; kept awake for hours with loud vehicle noises at a rate over three/minute, forced head flipping every two minutes, a light REM sleep, an early 0600h awakening to hear yet more serial road traffic noise (projected IMHO, as the streets are not that busy then), and a 0700h get up time. An near identical sleep script both nights, another never-before overt harassment event.
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Returns, Exchanges and Refunds
1530h
One part of my life that has radically changed since full-on overt harassment is the game of having recently acquired goods "fail", fall apart, not as advertised or otherwise malfunction. So.... the game is to take these items back to where they came from and seek redress in some way. This allows the perps to re-evaluate the item after some weeks in your posession in its original environment. What they get out of that is total conjecture, and so it wasn't too much of a surprise that my very expensive progressive lens eyeglasses had to be returned because they weren't edge polished as ordered.
As part of this created perp obsession, I wasn't offered the option, and did not know it had been specified in the first place. And so, after one round of visiting the store on the weekend and coming up against a clueless store assistant, I took the glasses back and asked the very attractive blonde woman in charge if in fact the glasses were edge polished or not, as I wasn't 100% sure of the term yet, and was going by others, including Sarah Palin, who had exposed edges that were smooth and transparent. The edges of my eyeglasses were a whitish appearence and almost opaque. And lo, if the blonde woman didn't declare that she "missed" noticing this from the work order, and asked if I wouldn't mind sending them back to the lab. I told her that was fine, and that I had my old eyeglasses in place for such an eventuality. The deal was done, and so I am back to my old pair that correct for distance viewing only.
And this was the perp's entre to repeated vision fucking all day so far, and likely until I get the new eyeglasses back, hopefully tomorrow. And I suppose it gives the perps an respite to analyse the new glasses for whatever energetic signatures that they took on when on my face for a month, as they seemed well prepared for this one block excursion. They had the elevator floor wet, as if recently mopped, and the elevator lobby too. They even put on the mop bucket, near identical in form and material to the one that I use at the car dealership for my one hour per day job.
On the way to the optician I dropped off a bag full of Christmas presents I didn't want, and I suspect that the givers knew exactly what they were doing as they know what kind of garments I like, and they are constantly exposed to this when I visit them. I also "remembered" to throw in the brown raincoat I never use and got fucked in purchasing when in Seattle in 2000, as all the black, grey and navy blue ones were gone. A partially consumed marzipan loaf was also put in the bag as the perps arranged it such that I didn't have any gift giving occasions and that I was suitably faked out by my mother's specious talk. And the polycarbonate bisphenol A leaching water bottle was also put in the charity giveaway bag, an item the perps had me use last summer and have since spooked me with pollutant "concerns". Though the real fact is that they likely knew all about it years ago and as ingested pollutants seem to be creating more problems for them in remotely assaying/applying energetic intrusions like mind control, they seem to be moving on. I have no idea as to what the fuckers are up to; remediating my ingested pollutants or working around them by appropriate modelling of their behavior in one's physiological system. The perps tell me that the pollutant traces have inconsistent properties at the quantum level; the usual caveat applies, though they have been very consistent in chasing me down with all manner and types of plastics, especially the PVC pipe bearing irrigation services trucks that buzz about me, even if there is no jobsite nearby.
After dropping off the donations at the local charity, and back on the sidewalk, the perps arranged a swarm of at least five dudes in an confluence with me in the center beside the vagrant act with the shopping cart that was stopped in mid-sidewalk for no apparent reason. It was simply amazing as to how all these Fuckwits could come from nowhere, and assemble as a swarm with such amazing choreography. I don't know quite what so compelling at that moment; I had walked some 50' N. to the charity donations bay, and then walked the same path back, and then turned W. and had only gone some 15' when the dude swarm came from across the street, the adjacent parking lot, and the vagrang Fuckwit stopped in mid-street. Then some more gangstalking action until I got the opticians where they re-installed the E. Indian dude to pose briefy as seen through the storefront glass and who had scooted by the time I had entered the building only two seconds later. This business has always been a babe show, but the perps seem determined to introduce some males into the mix, but are doing it in a very incremental way. The dude gangstalkers in the opticians are for very short, no more than five seconds, durations to be seen by me. Hence the last time when there, two males arrived at the front door as I was about to depart with my new eyeglasses, one of whom was wearing a fedora and they jointly appeared as if they were some noir B movie. Fucking hilarious, or at least, as much as it gets.
Today's other dude in the optical store was a supposed customer with his wife and I heard him, and those he was talking to, while dealing with the blonde woman who was making a fuss that she "missed" noticing that my then new glasses weren't edge polished. And it would seem that the perps just wanted me to hear a male voice in the background, and once I got up to leave, he was doing his pose for me to see, and my attention was momentarily directed to see him. This seems to be the perps' way of metered incremental introductions of males into my enviroment as they are of the Unfavored demographic groups, seemingly because of past inflicted subconscious traumatizations the assholes are now attempting to elicit. Regular readers might recall a similar event in the summer when one of my daffodil farmworkers, who had been regularly into the sauce, arrived late a work on the conveyor line, and then the perps wafted his pungent odour toward me, such that I smelled him first before I saw him. An interesting variation of the perps and their incremental introduction games.
And while at the opticians there was the usual array of "service" and "delivery" vehicles clustered outside, often with the dude/driver sitting there in the cab, present for both my inbound and outbound legs of my return journey. They put on some white colored vans and 5 tonne delivery trucks and then injected about a quarter of them as glossy black colored vehicles, an opposite greyscale tone, and a very frequent gangstalk vehicle configuration color. Wearing the old eyeglasses for a day will likely also attract some more Fuckwit/gangstalker shenanigans tonight when on the cleaning job or afterward. I don't want to consider what the Fuckover games are going to be as I am still royally pissed with the three forced "forgets" last night.
When I got back from the opticians the apartment lobby floor mopping action was still in progress, just with no cleaning person or mop bucket around. When the perps put on wet floors and wetted parking lots (with no other adjacent road surfaces wet), they are going all out to expedite whatever fuckery they are doing, which as regular readers will know, it is the remote assay of one's total bioenergetic signature (or, bioelectromagnetics if you prefer, but I think this is only part of it all, hence I use the term, bioenergetics) for the purposes of 100% mind control as well as other bioenergetic states that have to do with color, conscious and subconscious recall (per above), as well as likely psychic energies. Hence the ongoing kiddie and dog show as an inordinant part of the ongoing gangstalking population as they are more sensitive to psychic energies.
Anyhow, that is a whole lot to take in, but I don't come to those speculations without a whole lot of experiences and observation. I have had 6.5 years of this fucking abuse, and there is a plenty of consistency the perps are presenting and reiterating, and it would seem that they are on a campaign to continue their quest that has been very consistent around their objectives as noted in my blog posting to the right under Introductory Postings, Pondering the Perps Objectives.
2200h
And lo, if the perps didn't pull a major toilet blockage and overflow stunt that had to be cleaned up with towels. And of course it it too late to put them in the laundry tonight so they get to sit in the bathtub for the night until I get to them tomorrow morning, just after breakfast when I will be reminded of them sitting there. One is not allowed to be proactive and get onto matters right away, but is kept constantly clueless by "remembering" only on sight. I will spare the details, but this has to be at least the eighth time in this apartment, and as far as I can recollect, they have been the most aggressive on toilet overflow stunts here. Though the assholes have always been obsessed over me taking a shit right from the start when they became overt in 04-2002 and I saw one of the male invader crew put a balloon in the toilet and flushed it as he placed the balloon in to get it out just out of sight and into the pipe. And ever since then, the assholes have sabotaged just about every crap I have taken. Not to mention that they also parade brown colored vehicles and brown dressed gangstalkers around too. I suspect they could of figured out their fucking brown color problem years ago with cooperation instead of a 6.5 year long game of peekaboo color exposures and the toilet fucking games.
One is tempted to associate the fact that I am wearing my old eyeglasses tonight with tonight's shit stunt, but I have no idea why. As always, there are no true coincidences in my life, it is all a matter of figuring out what the Shit SS want from their deranged experimentation games. All this description is too interesting for the assholes as they have brought in the rumbling noise overhead, that portable one that "arrives" overhead no matter where I am in the apartment; desk, kitchen, bathroom, and bed.
I have an 1000h employment appointment tomorrow as part of the grovelling process for training monies to upgrade my computer skills to current levels after this criminally enforced hiatus. I wonder what the real agenda is in getting me to an outside appointment on the heels of tonight's shit stunt and the cleanup. No doubt there will be serious gangstalking and perhaps someone will be wearing my brown raincoat that I put into the charity today. The usual deal for appointments is that even if I am on time the meeting it starts 15 to 20 minutes late while the parade of Fuckwits with their coffees (think brown color stalking), passes by along with the plasma and maser beams flitting about. Yesterday's appointment was an example with even the yellow envelope stalking as some kind of color reference for the person who "needed" to pick up brochures from the rack near me.
Tonight's one hour car dealership cleaning was less eventful thankfully; I see that the two week "tour" of the deep red metallic Mazda Tribute with the yellow fiberglass stringered ladders finally ended. This vehicle had been rotated to all the hoists (four), one in each corner and in the center as some kind of color reference "bait". The perps routinely have ladder bearing gangstalking vehicles in my proximity, and it would seem that having this vehicle there in differing positions and elevations (on the hoists) was of prime importance. The used vehicles that they had arranged in the Service Shop tonight were red, copper color and black, all straight from the gangstalking playbook.
I noticed today when dropping off the charity stuff I passed a copper colored Volvo 850 wagon, the pre-2002 version that looks the best before they "jelly beaned" the body panels. This vehicle parks in that closest parking lot corner anytime I pass by on that side of the street, and I suppose it represents a Favored design with a color the perps are obsessed over, but only selectively present, that being a copper color. And it is no surprise how many shiny pennies "erupt" around me when out in public as some kind of reference color and material (metal). The perps are putting on the more reddish copper colors of late, the ones that I find ugly. This Volvo is a more bronze colored copper and might have been the reason the fuckers swarmed on me in mid street, detailed above. This same Volvo was arranged in the Volvo car dealership lot when I was in my former residence (2007 to 2007)and I would pass it by when on my shopping trips. I must of seen it at least 10x or more, and it was often parked near the tree that was overhanging the lot and the sidewalk. What the copper color means for the perps isn't clear to me, but it is interesting that today's pants "uniform", jeans, have copper studs in them.
That should be enough of a blog posting for today, having an outing this morning and then the lastmost toilet stunt to ensure there is another round of loathing and angst created. The perps feed on emotional tumult and duress, and I often wonder how much of the news is fomented by these assholes in order to create more of these seeming optimal harassment/nonconsensual human experimentation events. Enough of the conspiracies for now, but many TI's find there is more commonality of world events than they want to publically divulge. Even here, I don't go into all these possible connections as I don't always know the premise behind them, and don't want to engage in long chains of unsubstantiated conjecture.
One part of my life that has radically changed since full-on overt harassment is the game of having recently acquired goods "fail", fall apart, not as advertised or otherwise malfunction. So.... the game is to take these items back to where they came from and seek redress in some way. This allows the perps to re-evaluate the item after some weeks in your posession in its original environment. What they get out of that is total conjecture, and so it wasn't too much of a surprise that my very expensive progressive lens eyeglasses had to be returned because they weren't edge polished as ordered.
As part of this created perp obsession, I wasn't offered the option, and did not know it had been specified in the first place. And so, after one round of visiting the store on the weekend and coming up against a clueless store assistant, I took the glasses back and asked the very attractive blonde woman in charge if in fact the glasses were edge polished or not, as I wasn't 100% sure of the term yet, and was going by others, including Sarah Palin, who had exposed edges that were smooth and transparent. The edges of my eyeglasses were a whitish appearence and almost opaque. And lo, if the blonde woman didn't declare that she "missed" noticing this from the work order, and asked if I wouldn't mind sending them back to the lab. I told her that was fine, and that I had my old eyeglasses in place for such an eventuality. The deal was done, and so I am back to my old pair that correct for distance viewing only.
And this was the perp's entre to repeated vision fucking all day so far, and likely until I get the new eyeglasses back, hopefully tomorrow. And I suppose it gives the perps an respite to analyse the new glasses for whatever energetic signatures that they took on when on my face for a month, as they seemed well prepared for this one block excursion. They had the elevator floor wet, as if recently mopped, and the elevator lobby too. They even put on the mop bucket, near identical in form and material to the one that I use at the car dealership for my one hour per day job.
On the way to the optician I dropped off a bag full of Christmas presents I didn't want, and I suspect that the givers knew exactly what they were doing as they know what kind of garments I like, and they are constantly exposed to this when I visit them. I also "remembered" to throw in the brown raincoat I never use and got fucked in purchasing when in Seattle in 2000, as all the black, grey and navy blue ones were gone. A partially consumed marzipan loaf was also put in the bag as the perps arranged it such that I didn't have any gift giving occasions and that I was suitably faked out by my mother's specious talk. And the polycarbonate bisphenol A leaching water bottle was also put in the charity giveaway bag, an item the perps had me use last summer and have since spooked me with pollutant "concerns". Though the real fact is that they likely knew all about it years ago and as ingested pollutants seem to be creating more problems for them in remotely assaying/applying energetic intrusions like mind control, they seem to be moving on. I have no idea as to what the fuckers are up to; remediating my ingested pollutants or working around them by appropriate modelling of their behavior in one's physiological system. The perps tell me that the pollutant traces have inconsistent properties at the quantum level; the usual caveat applies, though they have been very consistent in chasing me down with all manner and types of plastics, especially the PVC pipe bearing irrigation services trucks that buzz about me, even if there is no jobsite nearby.
After dropping off the donations at the local charity, and back on the sidewalk, the perps arranged a swarm of at least five dudes in an confluence with me in the center beside the vagrant act with the shopping cart that was stopped in mid-sidewalk for no apparent reason. It was simply amazing as to how all these Fuckwits could come from nowhere, and assemble as a swarm with such amazing choreography. I don't know quite what so compelling at that moment; I had walked some 50' N. to the charity donations bay, and then walked the same path back, and then turned W. and had only gone some 15' when the dude swarm came from across the street, the adjacent parking lot, and the vagrang Fuckwit stopped in mid-street. Then some more gangstalking action until I got the opticians where they re-installed the E. Indian dude to pose briefy as seen through the storefront glass and who had scooted by the time I had entered the building only two seconds later. This business has always been a babe show, but the perps seem determined to introduce some males into the mix, but are doing it in a very incremental way. The dude gangstalkers in the opticians are for very short, no more than five seconds, durations to be seen by me. Hence the last time when there, two males arrived at the front door as I was about to depart with my new eyeglasses, one of whom was wearing a fedora and they jointly appeared as if they were some noir B movie. Fucking hilarious, or at least, as much as it gets.
Today's other dude in the optical store was a supposed customer with his wife and I heard him, and those he was talking to, while dealing with the blonde woman who was making a fuss that she "missed" noticing that my then new glasses weren't edge polished. And it would seem that the perps just wanted me to hear a male voice in the background, and once I got up to leave, he was doing his pose for me to see, and my attention was momentarily directed to see him. This seems to be the perps' way of metered incremental introductions of males into my enviroment as they are of the Unfavored demographic groups, seemingly because of past inflicted subconscious traumatizations the assholes are now attempting to elicit. Regular readers might recall a similar event in the summer when one of my daffodil farmworkers, who had been regularly into the sauce, arrived late a work on the conveyor line, and then the perps wafted his pungent odour toward me, such that I smelled him first before I saw him. An interesting variation of the perps and their incremental introduction games.
And while at the opticians there was the usual array of "service" and "delivery" vehicles clustered outside, often with the dude/driver sitting there in the cab, present for both my inbound and outbound legs of my return journey. They put on some white colored vans and 5 tonne delivery trucks and then injected about a quarter of them as glossy black colored vehicles, an opposite greyscale tone, and a very frequent gangstalk vehicle configuration color. Wearing the old eyeglasses for a day will likely also attract some more Fuckwit/gangstalker shenanigans tonight when on the cleaning job or afterward. I don't want to consider what the Fuckover games are going to be as I am still royally pissed with the three forced "forgets" last night.
When I got back from the opticians the apartment lobby floor mopping action was still in progress, just with no cleaning person or mop bucket around. When the perps put on wet floors and wetted parking lots (with no other adjacent road surfaces wet), they are going all out to expedite whatever fuckery they are doing, which as regular readers will know, it is the remote assay of one's total bioenergetic signature (or, bioelectromagnetics if you prefer, but I think this is only part of it all, hence I use the term, bioenergetics) for the purposes of 100% mind control as well as other bioenergetic states that have to do with color, conscious and subconscious recall (per above), as well as likely psychic energies. Hence the ongoing kiddie and dog show as an inordinant part of the ongoing gangstalking population as they are more sensitive to psychic energies.
Anyhow, that is a whole lot to take in, but I don't come to those speculations without a whole lot of experiences and observation. I have had 6.5 years of this fucking abuse, and there is a plenty of consistency the perps are presenting and reiterating, and it would seem that they are on a campaign to continue their quest that has been very consistent around their objectives as noted in my blog posting to the right under Introductory Postings, Pondering the Perps Objectives.
2200h
And lo, if the perps didn't pull a major toilet blockage and overflow stunt that had to be cleaned up with towels. And of course it it too late to put them in the laundry tonight so they get to sit in the bathtub for the night until I get to them tomorrow morning, just after breakfast when I will be reminded of them sitting there. One is not allowed to be proactive and get onto matters right away, but is kept constantly clueless by "remembering" only on sight. I will spare the details, but this has to be at least the eighth time in this apartment, and as far as I can recollect, they have been the most aggressive on toilet overflow stunts here. Though the assholes have always been obsessed over me taking a shit right from the start when they became overt in 04-2002 and I saw one of the male invader crew put a balloon in the toilet and flushed it as he placed the balloon in to get it out just out of sight and into the pipe. And ever since then, the assholes have sabotaged just about every crap I have taken. Not to mention that they also parade brown colored vehicles and brown dressed gangstalkers around too. I suspect they could of figured out their fucking brown color problem years ago with cooperation instead of a 6.5 year long game of peekaboo color exposures and the toilet fucking games.
One is tempted to associate the fact that I am wearing my old eyeglasses tonight with tonight's shit stunt, but I have no idea why. As always, there are no true coincidences in my life, it is all a matter of figuring out what the Shit SS want from their deranged experimentation games. All this description is too interesting for the assholes as they have brought in the rumbling noise overhead, that portable one that "arrives" overhead no matter where I am in the apartment; desk, kitchen, bathroom, and bed.
I have an 1000h employment appointment tomorrow as part of the grovelling process for training monies to upgrade my computer skills to current levels after this criminally enforced hiatus. I wonder what the real agenda is in getting me to an outside appointment on the heels of tonight's shit stunt and the cleanup. No doubt there will be serious gangstalking and perhaps someone will be wearing my brown raincoat that I put into the charity today. The usual deal for appointments is that even if I am on time the meeting it starts 15 to 20 minutes late while the parade of Fuckwits with their coffees (think brown color stalking), passes by along with the plasma and maser beams flitting about. Yesterday's appointment was an example with even the yellow envelope stalking as some kind of color reference for the person who "needed" to pick up brochures from the rack near me.
Tonight's one hour car dealership cleaning was less eventful thankfully; I see that the two week "tour" of the deep red metallic Mazda Tribute with the yellow fiberglass stringered ladders finally ended. This vehicle had been rotated to all the hoists (four), one in each corner and in the center as some kind of color reference "bait". The perps routinely have ladder bearing gangstalking vehicles in my proximity, and it would seem that having this vehicle there in differing positions and elevations (on the hoists) was of prime importance. The used vehicles that they had arranged in the Service Shop tonight were red, copper color and black, all straight from the gangstalking playbook.
I noticed today when dropping off the charity stuff I passed a copper colored Volvo 850 wagon, the pre-2002 version that looks the best before they "jelly beaned" the body panels. This vehicle parks in that closest parking lot corner anytime I pass by on that side of the street, and I suppose it represents a Favored design with a color the perps are obsessed over, but only selectively present, that being a copper color. And it is no surprise how many shiny pennies "erupt" around me when out in public as some kind of reference color and material (metal). The perps are putting on the more reddish copper colors of late, the ones that I find ugly. This Volvo is a more bronze colored copper and might have been the reason the fuckers swarmed on me in mid street, detailed above. This same Volvo was arranged in the Volvo car dealership lot when I was in my former residence (2007 to 2007)and I would pass it by when on my shopping trips. I must of seen it at least 10x or more, and it was often parked near the tree that was overhanging the lot and the sidewalk. What the copper color means for the perps isn't clear to me, but it is interesting that today's pants "uniform", jeans, have copper studs in them.
That should be enough of a blog posting for today, having an outing this morning and then the lastmost toilet stunt to ensure there is another round of loathing and angst created. The perps feed on emotional tumult and duress, and I often wonder how much of the news is fomented by these assholes in order to create more of these seeming optimal harassment/nonconsensual human experimentation events. Enough of the conspiracies for now, but many TI's find there is more commonality of world events than they want to publically divulge. Even here, I don't go into all these possible connections as I don't always know the premise behind them, and don't want to engage in long chains of unsubstantiated conjecture.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Second Early Morning Storm in Two Days
1210h
I really don't care what the weather does much except that I am prepared for it when out. But the early morning storms mean something different for the perps; it translates to waking me up to hear it, and especially all the added vehicle noises (engines, horns, backup beepers,etc.), logging whistles of diminishing faintness, street hollaring and the putative neighbor noises. The full meal deal of noisestalking while awake in the horizontal position with the streets cleaned up by way of the weather. No street sweepers this time, even if there are no parked vehicles in the way. Thankfully the wind howling bullshit noises were not added into last night's games, and I got within an hour of a real night's sleep.
I got my glasses repaired from yesterday's dust-up, a minimum of cost and hassle, as the technician bent the frame back to straight again. And somehow she seemed to immediately know that the frame style could not be purchased anymore, as that was the other option if repair wasn't doable. Which suggests that the statement might be really intended to infer that there is a later perp plan to fuck with my glasses and have me purchase a new pair of frames and new lenses. Just leave a $1,000 bill on my dresser one night and I will accomodate the perps, along with getting a new eyeglasses prescription. Not likely to happen based on experience.
I got my usual swarm of red-coats, the male gangstalkers with their backpacks on my 10 minute outing to the opticians earlier this morning. And that was the scripted time to get rid of the old keyboard and a huge bolt of rose pink curtain cloth that never ended up in use. (And this cloth was a likely color reference for the perps who seem not to need it here anymore). This was at the charity on this street, the recipient to at least five dolly loads of boxes that I took there earlier this year.
A gangstalking trait that was evident this morning was the operative packing a yellow banana in their hand while undertaking their stalking duties. I can only assume this is comparable to other perps packing white paper documents around, as I had another pair this morning do this. Other weird color reference objects in the past have been ceramic dinner plates, toting wheeled luggage (ahead of me on-street and again in the elevator today), art quality cardboard (once wrapped up in plastic), and of course the usual pedestrian props of backpacks, bags etc.
And a lookalike of yesterday's assailant was also planted as a gangstalker; I assume he was morphed over from yesterday's stunt, and this is also a perp trait, reprising the gangstalkers in other locations, lighting conditions and clothing colors.
1250h
The perps are also promoting in my mind, the "need" to get a tan at a tanning booth. This was a new "habit" I picked up in 2000, and ended in 2002 with the perps assailing me with driving head pains while in the vertical tanning booth, not a bed. Funny how much of the pre-overt harassment activities are coming back in some form. To this end, the local tanning studio's vehicle was coursing by yesterday on my walking, but this could be all a feint in any event.
And funny how that I am being encouraged to engage in activities I cannot afford, and truly are not for the fixed income crowd like me, already on a rent subsidy. I don't quite understand where the perps are coming from on these planted notions.
1345h
The hallway coughing suddenly came on; I was reading about mind-control sites, obviously something near and dear to the perp's heart, as if I needed to know. Just another example of noisestalking me when reading anything related to this harassment objectives. I can only assume that the perps planted this noise as projected sound as there was no one in the hallway, and it nearly always sounds the same. Quite the cough that.
1410h
More smells being jammed up my nose, something else that has increased in frequency of late. A dull day seems to be the planned event, though not a shut-in day as I did get out as mentioned above to get my glasses repaired.
And plenty of masers leading ahead or following behind where I am to place or retrieve something. And more plasma games as well; a navy blue stripe over my dinner plate for about 2 seconds, 4" x 1/2". This is especially true for shaving; I get these squiggly vertical black lines emanating from my face as I bring the razor in close to my face. These blackish lines then sit off my face for some 10 to 20 seconds and may move toward me as they do so.
Last night when getting ready for bed the perps pulled some more games. They re-blooded my wound so the white towel got blooded up, and then to aid in their red testing, they placed a 1/4" square of red pepper on the towel. I don't have any food of this description, and never have, and yet there is was, "somehow" attached to a vertically draped towel on the rail, just after I put the it back there. I then removed this red pepper piece, and placed it in the garbage, but the perps fooled me and kept it on my fingers for an additonal 20 seconds until I was allowed to notice it again. Anyhow, I did get rid of it on the second pass, or at least in my garbage can, and this appeared to be a further red color test, as this pepper fragment was an orange red, unlike the blood the assholes had just squeezed out of my wound that would of been scabbed over by then.
And lo, while transiting a whole block to the eyeglass repair business, the perps hadn't placed some garbage on the street, some of which was an orange red portion of a tomato. I had my wheeled tote gangstalker ahead of me, and I am sure the entire event of me observing their planted garbage was a big deal.
1625h
I am getting the afternoon sleepies, the barely awake treatment again, both before and after tea. So much for the tea thesis being an invigorating drink with these emanations beating down on me; visible masers and plasma beams, by abiding companions.
1845h
Back to my online world, where the perps like to have me, likely for the strong emanations from the LCD panel.
Here are some more pictures, these from Tuesday, 10-16-2007
This is called the Oak Bay Junction, the "x" shped intersection of Pandora, Oak Bay Ave. and Fort St. Here are six silver-grey vehicles in a cluster and one mid-grey in the next two pictures.
Besides the oddity of the event that six same colored vehicles are grouped together, with a ladder bearing pickup truck in for good measure, this was the very location I was attacked two days later, same time of day, coming back from gym class.
This is the last picture for the 10-16-2007 date, but here are four silver-grey vehicles in file with an embedded black colored vehicle. This cannot be random, and I defy anyone to genuinely tell me that they think it could be.
I am getting seriously noisestalked as I go into the detail and thoughts of what traspired at this location yesterday, so the perps must be plumbing for some kind of connection between a photo of a same color vehicle cluster at the location of being physically assaulted two days later. Who knows, and I don't care, as it is not my problem.
2005h
I am getting some small sharp pains in my temple regions every 20 minutes or so, as if someone is pulsing me with a electronic beam. Just a minute ago, it was coincident with a siren cascade noise from outside. Another freakish annoyance is a buzzing and an electification sensation on my right foot originating between my big and second toe, and buzzing into the foot, as if a energy meridian line is being over-activated.
And more plasma "flares", where an faux aberation, a projection in fact, jumps off this LCD display and comes toward me, some 3 to 6 per minute.
Some pictures from my 10-18-2007 outing, yesterday.
On close examination (zoom in), I count five white vehicles clustered together at this intersection, all are stopped at the traffic light. And the crowning vision of the orchestrated bozo driving is in this photo. In the foreground we have a first class bozo cum gangstalker stopped in the middle of the crosswalk for chrissakes. All to have this vehicle planted over top of where I usually walk, except this time I had to walk around this stunning piece of stupidity.
On my way to yoga I pass a commercial laundry and here is the staff parking lot, excuse the perp blurred image. I count one white, two silver greys, a mid-grey and a final black or very dark grey. A progression of greyscale, nicely arranged for me to pass by.
Outside of my yoga class the color coordinated jacket with the vehicle color is doing his "hang around", looking busy to keep this vehicle to jacket color coordinated pose for longer. A woman beside him is in "bend over" position for whatever reason, pretending to be accessing the driver side footwell area.
Now finished yoga, and at least 15 red colored vehicles came by in a swarm, here are four. And two operatives aka "bag men" on duty. The oncoming, right side in navy blue jacket, ubiquitous "Plastic Bag Man", a given, and in this case, a legit cover story,- bags from a local store. And relatively new is the "Brown Paper Bag Man", in a white sweat top, headed away from the picture. And I reckon the silver grey parked Ford is on color reference duty.
Nothing too, too strange here, save the ubiquitous color matching of the parked red pickup truck in file with the Coca Cola truck. This was the second "showing" for this latter mentioned vehicle; it had already featured as a gangstalking vehicle on my way to yoga, no picture though.
A color and object confluence I thought was interesting. Two blue vehicles, one a dark blue, the other a mid blue, passing by each other with a mid-grey toned vehicle behind the lighter blue vehicle in the foreground. And lo, if the male gangstalkers at the sidewalk weren't dressed in a dark blue and a mid blue too.
The third "showing" of the erstwhile Coca Cola truck on my morning's walkings. Just think of all that brown colored liquid the perps must be craving to test upon me as I walk by. It makes one wonder what really drives the popularity of these beverages.
2210h
More spasming eyelids, another incursion of late that is getting more frequent. The perps have me on an emotional suckdown tonight; no energy to do anything. Been there, done that.
2230h
Time to call this day done, and see what excitement the perps have me lined up for tomorrow.
I really don't care what the weather does much except that I am prepared for it when out. But the early morning storms mean something different for the perps; it translates to waking me up to hear it, and especially all the added vehicle noises (engines, horns, backup beepers,etc.), logging whistles of diminishing faintness, street hollaring and the putative neighbor noises. The full meal deal of noisestalking while awake in the horizontal position with the streets cleaned up by way of the weather. No street sweepers this time, even if there are no parked vehicles in the way. Thankfully the wind howling bullshit noises were not added into last night's games, and I got within an hour of a real night's sleep.
I got my glasses repaired from yesterday's dust-up, a minimum of cost and hassle, as the technician bent the frame back to straight again. And somehow she seemed to immediately know that the frame style could not be purchased anymore, as that was the other option if repair wasn't doable. Which suggests that the statement might be really intended to infer that there is a later perp plan to fuck with my glasses and have me purchase a new pair of frames and new lenses. Just leave a $1,000 bill on my dresser one night and I will accomodate the perps, along with getting a new eyeglasses prescription. Not likely to happen based on experience.
I got my usual swarm of red-coats, the male gangstalkers with their backpacks on my 10 minute outing to the opticians earlier this morning. And that was the scripted time to get rid of the old keyboard and a huge bolt of rose pink curtain cloth that never ended up in use. (And this cloth was a likely color reference for the perps who seem not to need it here anymore). This was at the charity on this street, the recipient to at least five dolly loads of boxes that I took there earlier this year.
A gangstalking trait that was evident this morning was the operative packing a yellow banana in their hand while undertaking their stalking duties. I can only assume this is comparable to other perps packing white paper documents around, as I had another pair this morning do this. Other weird color reference objects in the past have been ceramic dinner plates, toting wheeled luggage (ahead of me on-street and again in the elevator today), art quality cardboard (once wrapped up in plastic), and of course the usual pedestrian props of backpacks, bags etc.
And a lookalike of yesterday's assailant was also planted as a gangstalker; I assume he was morphed over from yesterday's stunt, and this is also a perp trait, reprising the gangstalkers in other locations, lighting conditions and clothing colors.
1250h
The perps are also promoting in my mind, the "need" to get a tan at a tanning booth. This was a new "habit" I picked up in 2000, and ended in 2002 with the perps assailing me with driving head pains while in the vertical tanning booth, not a bed. Funny how much of the pre-overt harassment activities are coming back in some form. To this end, the local tanning studio's vehicle was coursing by yesterday on my walking, but this could be all a feint in any event.
And funny how that I am being encouraged to engage in activities I cannot afford, and truly are not for the fixed income crowd like me, already on a rent subsidy. I don't quite understand where the perps are coming from on these planted notions.
1345h
The hallway coughing suddenly came on; I was reading about mind-control sites, obviously something near and dear to the perp's heart, as if I needed to know. Just another example of noisestalking me when reading anything related to this harassment objectives. I can only assume that the perps planted this noise as projected sound as there was no one in the hallway, and it nearly always sounds the same. Quite the cough that.
1410h
More smells being jammed up my nose, something else that has increased in frequency of late. A dull day seems to be the planned event, though not a shut-in day as I did get out as mentioned above to get my glasses repaired.
And plenty of masers leading ahead or following behind where I am to place or retrieve something. And more plasma games as well; a navy blue stripe over my dinner plate for about 2 seconds, 4" x 1/2". This is especially true for shaving; I get these squiggly vertical black lines emanating from my face as I bring the razor in close to my face. These blackish lines then sit off my face for some 10 to 20 seconds and may move toward me as they do so.
Last night when getting ready for bed the perps pulled some more games. They re-blooded my wound so the white towel got blooded up, and then to aid in their red testing, they placed a 1/4" square of red pepper on the towel. I don't have any food of this description, and never have, and yet there is was, "somehow" attached to a vertically draped towel on the rail, just after I put the it back there. I then removed this red pepper piece, and placed it in the garbage, but the perps fooled me and kept it on my fingers for an additonal 20 seconds until I was allowed to notice it again. Anyhow, I did get rid of it on the second pass, or at least in my garbage can, and this appeared to be a further red color test, as this pepper fragment was an orange red, unlike the blood the assholes had just squeezed out of my wound that would of been scabbed over by then.
And lo, while transiting a whole block to the eyeglass repair business, the perps hadn't placed some garbage on the street, some of which was an orange red portion of a tomato. I had my wheeled tote gangstalker ahead of me, and I am sure the entire event of me observing their planted garbage was a big deal.
1625h
I am getting the afternoon sleepies, the barely awake treatment again, both before and after tea. So much for the tea thesis being an invigorating drink with these emanations beating down on me; visible masers and plasma beams, by abiding companions.
1845h
Back to my online world, where the perps like to have me, likely for the strong emanations from the LCD panel.
Here are some more pictures, these from Tuesday, 10-16-2007
This is called the Oak Bay Junction, the "x" shped intersection of Pandora, Oak Bay Ave. and Fort St. Here are six silver-grey vehicles in a cluster and one mid-grey in the next two pictures.
Besides the oddity of the event that six same colored vehicles are grouped together, with a ladder bearing pickup truck in for good measure, this was the very location I was attacked two days later, same time of day, coming back from gym class.
This is the last picture for the 10-16-2007 date, but here are four silver-grey vehicles in file with an embedded black colored vehicle. This cannot be random, and I defy anyone to genuinely tell me that they think it could be.
I am getting seriously noisestalked as I go into the detail and thoughts of what traspired at this location yesterday, so the perps must be plumbing for some kind of connection between a photo of a same color vehicle cluster at the location of being physically assaulted two days later. Who knows, and I don't care, as it is not my problem.
2005h
I am getting some small sharp pains in my temple regions every 20 minutes or so, as if someone is pulsing me with a electronic beam. Just a minute ago, it was coincident with a siren cascade noise from outside. Another freakish annoyance is a buzzing and an electification sensation on my right foot originating between my big and second toe, and buzzing into the foot, as if a energy meridian line is being over-activated.
And more plasma "flares", where an faux aberation, a projection in fact, jumps off this LCD display and comes toward me, some 3 to 6 per minute.
Some pictures from my 10-18-2007 outing, yesterday.
On close examination (zoom in), I count five white vehicles clustered together at this intersection, all are stopped at the traffic light. And the crowning vision of the orchestrated bozo driving is in this photo. In the foreground we have a first class bozo cum gangstalker stopped in the middle of the crosswalk for chrissakes. All to have this vehicle planted over top of where I usually walk, except this time I had to walk around this stunning piece of stupidity.
On my way to yoga I pass a commercial laundry and here is the staff parking lot, excuse the perp blurred image. I count one white, two silver greys, a mid-grey and a final black or very dark grey. A progression of greyscale, nicely arranged for me to pass by.
Outside of my yoga class the color coordinated jacket with the vehicle color is doing his "hang around", looking busy to keep this vehicle to jacket color coordinated pose for longer. A woman beside him is in "bend over" position for whatever reason, pretending to be accessing the driver side footwell area.
Now finished yoga, and at least 15 red colored vehicles came by in a swarm, here are four. And two operatives aka "bag men" on duty. The oncoming, right side in navy blue jacket, ubiquitous "Plastic Bag Man", a given, and in this case, a legit cover story,- bags from a local store. And relatively new is the "Brown Paper Bag Man", in a white sweat top, headed away from the picture. And I reckon the silver grey parked Ford is on color reference duty.
Nothing too, too strange here, save the ubiquitous color matching of the parked red pickup truck in file with the Coca Cola truck. This was the second "showing" for this latter mentioned vehicle; it had already featured as a gangstalking vehicle on my way to yoga, no picture though.
A color and object confluence I thought was interesting. Two blue vehicles, one a dark blue, the other a mid blue, passing by each other with a mid-grey toned vehicle behind the lighter blue vehicle in the foreground. And lo, if the male gangstalkers at the sidewalk weren't dressed in a dark blue and a mid blue too.
The third "showing" of the erstwhile Coca Cola truck on my morning's walkings. Just think of all that brown colored liquid the perps must be craving to test upon me as I walk by. It makes one wonder what really drives the popularity of these beverages.
2210h
More spasming eyelids, another incursion of late that is getting more frequent. The perps have me on an emotional suckdown tonight; no energy to do anything. Been there, done that.
2230h
Time to call this day done, and see what excitement the perps have me lined up for tomorrow.
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