Outside Before Breakfast

1145h
A forced "forget" last night, the assholes reminding me that there was milk to purchase just as the local supermarket closed for the evening. Invariably, that is how it goes; "happenchance" reminders after an evening of "forgetting" at store closing time.

So... dressed and outside before breakfast is a rare event, and for that extra flakes and Fuckwit gangstalkers were on duty, and crossing my path, even twice was a bigger deal than usual. The seeming staff member crossed my path just as I entered the store, and then 90 degrees offset, and after I picked up the Saturday national newspaper, was set to cross my path again, and did the polite staff thing of deferring and letting me go first. Then a skinhead dude burst from the aisles, me with newspaper in hand as they fucked me out of getting a shopping basket as there were none at the usual location of the stack. So onto the stack at the E. side of the store, and the first two had plastic bags in them, and so I get the third one, it having onion skins in it still. And have I mentioned how often onion skins and bulb plants come up as part of the fuckery games? Not this week any how.

And while shopping there, the stalking/stocking person was making the loudest noise possible in handling the placing the potatoe chips two aisles away, shaking and squeezing every bag at least twice before putting them on the shelf, and I wouldn't be surprised if there was some extra noise augmentation going on as well, to go with the squeezing and manipulation of the mylar packaging, something the perps are prone to do. The apparent reason is that mylar when stressed gives off small luminescent bursts I read somewhere.

Then out of the local supermarket to then do the gangstalker gauntlet back to this apartment building, where the infernal butt sucking dude was parading around in a semi-frantic state for no reason. Every apartment has a balcony, so why in the fuck does this shit come out to the front door area and parade around like he does? All regular gangstalkers have a certain annoyance attribution, and it seems that this one is no exception.

Another stunt when outbound was to arrange a suited Fuckwit to emerge from the stairwell at the same moment I emerged from the elevator and then have the shit converge on me at the front door. As mentioned in past postings, the sickos like to set up public gangstalker convergences on me, especially with males, and this was only a single instance. And, as the stairwell is at the landing, and door was kept open from yesterday's painting in the lobby, I should of heard the Fuckwit coming down the stairs, which means he was pre-positioned and waiting on the small landing. Been there, done that, as is witnessing a Fuckwit get late notice on proceeding instead of waiting.

Then after breakfast, the shaving process got supremely rage-fied with the assholes whacking me in the dick when the towel was at least 6" away and not moving. I go through an elaborate process each time when I use the towel after a shower to ensure there are no loose ends, and lo, if somehow I didn't get whacked in the dick again. The assholes have been stepping up this particular form of abuse of late, and sometimes they just whack me in the dick without a towel in hand to get the rage level up faster. But as I shave my entire front each day, and had a shirt on beforehand when I went to store before breakfast, I am quite certain that this insane and abusive enragement fuckery was related to the rarity of pre-breakfast shopping and clothes wearing. Mostly, I don't have a shirt on during breakfast, immediately prior to my shower and dental hygeine routine. Or at least, that is how it has been for the past year when I expedited the morning routine to take less time, putting on clothes for breakfast and then off again immediately afterward.

And I see the coconut butter has now entered its fourth change of physical properties, a 500g, jar, becoming like peanut butter, smooth and pliable at room temperature. It started out crumbly, then became pliable, then crumbly again, and yesterday I noted the arrival of some liquid in the bottom of the jar, and that the nut butter had smoothed out. I bought two identical jars at the same time, and the first one stayed crumbly the entire time, over some six weeks of use.

And I see that the assholes are getting me ready for peanut butter consumption again, having two smashed jars of it on the street, two blocks apart, two days ago. It does make me wonder what their game is as to nuts, nut butter and food oils consumption, a long running perp interest I have come to know. They have had me on peanut butter for over seven years of daily use, and then had me go through three jars of coconut butter for the past four months. Back to peanut butter again, especially with that one kg. jar sitting in the cupboard for the past two months or more, as some kind of reference perhaps to the adjacent coconut butter jars, kept there even when in use as it gets too solid (usually) when it is kept in the fridge. All too complicated for me, and why is it that my food, and the color of my food, so important to an undeclared abusive Fourth Reich outfit that has bought this town?

1610h
A screaming rage show over taking a shit earlier, unlike any since their last climatic levels of 2006. They plaster shit on me, blocked the toilet, shitted the plunger, and then as an "extra", they flicked shit onto a towel on the floor. Then they jerked me around attempting to clean it up, and also engineered a toilet roll change in the middle of all all this. A shower to clean up, and then the towel is now getting laundered. Why cannot I be left alone to take a shit, and what is it about the color brown that the assholes are so hyped about? Only in the last two weeks have they ventured to place dark brown gangstalking vehicles in my proximity, marking their progress over eight years of insane abuse over the color of brown. This is fucking insane that I cannot be allowed to take a crap without being fucked with and rendered into a screaming wreck.

1855h
Dinner was duly made and eaten, and at least three rage-ifications over food flicking, crumb inundation and water flicking onto my jeans of no conventional means. The games have escalated in the past two months to screw me around while dealing with their messes and the like. The crumbs that hop off the cleaning sponge after being picked up is one example, or just won't plain get picked up any more with a wetted sponge when they always did. Also, many more crumbs just arrive from nowhere on my plate these days, all for them to have me obsessively pick them up with my finger tips, assuming they don't hop off.

And dinner was arranged to follow on from the laundry, after handling and putting the towels away. Morning time laundering was nearly always like that, finishing laundry handling and then it was lunch time. It is rare that they have me do laundry in the afternoon, especially two sessions. And it seems they wanted the laundry machines to be vacated for an hour or so until they started the shit games mentioned above.

A dull evening, but I see that the sky to the E. is unclouded, but to the W. it is, all to reduce the intensity of the dusk onset sunlight and the faux reflectance off W. facing residential towers that "happen" to beam right into this apartment. And I see the games have just begun with an upward facing window shoot a beam in here.

2020h
Post tea time with chocolate; at least one screaming at the assholes when they rotated the round Bodum tea pot 180 degrees after it was placed in the dishes rack after cleaning. The asshole cannot get enough abusive fuckery in when doing the dishes. The teapot didn't slowly roll, it was powered and then suddenly stopped. Fucking tiresome.

2215h
Last round of posting tonight; a tour through the many bookmarked sites I rarely visit as they don't change much over a week, my assigned notion of currency. No major insights or web site finds, as the profusion of BS remains problematical for me to sort out. The sickos did put on the clunking noises while reading about the Katyn war crimes. What I am allowed to read at length is highly governed it seems as they will dither my reading should I stray onto something else, and make it a pointless effort. Ditto for books I have, especially ones that cast some relevance onto my own circumstances, especially the state of the clinical and theological abuses in Quebec in the 1950's, when I lived there for two of my formative years.

This one is done for the day, and onto a FFF visit tomorrow night.

An Unplanned Home Day

1320h
The perps let me have a full night's sleep after yesterday's day in the sun, digging for daffodil bulbs in the farm field. (Just now, the perps just gave me blood bursting bedbug that erupted under my shirt while I was reaching inside to deal with a planted sensation. This time it was the real thing, unlike the 20 some torment sensations over the last hour. Funny how they like to do these things at the onset of a new activity).

I got screwed out of doing another day of hard labor because the crew bus didn't come. Part of the setup was that the perps made me a minute late, but in walking to the bus stop, one usually sees the bus if missed with such a narrow margin. No other bus travellers were there, and I waited 10 minutes for it, as it was late yesterday by that amount.

While waiting the10 minutes for the crew bus downtown at 0700h I had five police vehicles "happen" to cruise by, at least two more shiftless males loitering around for no reason, and then I did the gangstalk gauntlet again, reversing my trip back to my apartment. The same gangstalking cigarette smoking shiftless males were loitering around on my homebound walk as were when outbound. Funny how that is; they had enough time to finish their cigaretttes, and there they are, still smoking the same ones. And I have noted that they like to change up the tobacco flavor in my proximity; cigarettes and cigarellos both, one on each side, only 10' from a street corner that I turned. And just like yesterday when inbound on the bus, all outside lighting was on, like for some kind of royal event. (At this time of year, there is plenty of daylight at these times, and no reason whatsoever for outside light sources to be on.) And I note, there were more "reflections" that "happened" to beaming directly at me, even this early in the morning.

And yesterday's bulb picking crew had some skin tone variations that were there for my benefit, along with the turbans on some of the East Indians. They even had a East Indian kid hanging around me who would later work with a native Indian woman, presumably for some kind of brown skin differential the perps are looking for. Then the boy's turban clad grandfather "arrived" in the middle of a field, to talk to his grandson and then the foreman, ostensibly to promote the grandchild's staus as a good worker. How this turbaned man arrived from seeming nowhere must of been yet another teleportation event, and how the elder knew where his grandson was another detail that doesn't fit, and the perps want me to know about. I assume it was for me to see an isolated turban from a distance, as all the Unfavored characteristics the perps keep beating on are all distance dependent as much as color dependent it seems.

I noticed that yesterday's return bus trip in the yellow school bus had a full-on vehicular gangstalking of mega proportions (> 2,000 vehicles). This was late afternoon commute time, and yet here was a city's worth of commute traffic in formations arranged around vehicle color and type. My multicultural bus ride home had the negro dude (Unfavored), who started work at mid-day, in the auric penumbra behind the attractive blonde girl (Favored). There were other organized parades in the crew marshalling area of having the East Indian workers pass by me every three seconds or so, one by one and equi-spaced just like gangstalking vehicles. They like to do this in the shade, and then in the sunshine. The negro dude was also doing his in/out of shade parading as well. Funny how the perp are so totally prepared for every instant of my time, and yet keep me only vaguely aware of this totally staged world they have arranged for me.

I am still getting more insect crawling on skin sensations, and last night, I even got yet another bedbug crawling on me when it should of been outright dead from yesterday's pesticide spraying. This has become a big excuse to force me to touch or look at myself, all for some perp gain, for remotely applied bioenergetics study. The perps seem to be interested in skin tones of late; presenting online side by side pictures of Caucasians with red, green, brown, dark and whitish skin tone casts as if "from" color variable photography. And too, they like me to look at my arms, which are browned to some degree by creating a fake bedbug sensation. My arms were also skinned in the night with 4" long sores from no apparent cause. No doubt the release of red-faced Hellboy II and its central character that fits that description is all about the perps harping on this skin color/race angle. Or put it this way, the film has merit from the harassment perspective as an Unfavored promotion with the central character being some kind of alien figure with an all red skin tone.

Then the perps pulled a 1.5 hour nap for me earlier, a compensation of a kind for getting up so early and also useful for passing the time on a dull Saturday. I assume there is more to it than that, possibly related to the yellow and blue colors of the top blanket.

I am a little sore from yesterday's hard labor in the fields, and was game enough to ready myself for another as mentioned above. A short bath to soak my aching muscles last night may have helped, but I sense the perps were overdoing the percieved back muscle problems yesterday as they have done so often in the past.

The perps are letting me know that there is some traumatization associations with motorcycles of their past tortures in my developmental years, aged 2 to 5. There is plenty of chopped Harley Davidson like motorcycle noise in the noisescape all day long and I assumed the noise was to effect these protracted sound decays of an Unfavored noise. Of late, they have been teleporting motorcycles and placing them in prominent locations for me to see. They "just arrive", no noise, and are placed to be seen on my walking route. Again, I have no conscious recollections of any trauma, and no particular recall as to why I loathe motorcycles. As before, I also have no specific recall of anything aged 3 to 5, though some fragmentary recall aged 2 to 3 when I lived in Montreal with my parents, when my father was taking his advanced degree at McGill University. That was 1956-7, and the infamous Dr. Ewan Cameron was doing research at the Allen Memorial Institute of McGill, and it is interesting that the perps hound me with Scottish accents, as he too was Scottish.

1415h
I see the perps have deleted one of my most used Bookmark directories, the one that contains bookmarks that I want to revisit in the short term. And as I "discover" this, they forced me to make unneeded farts, have had two bus noises, and otherwise add more traffic noise. That I renamed it something else was also of heightened noisestalking interest. Now, I go to the Mozilla backup file and bring back the copy, though they sometimes don't let me by obstructing the file rename functionality.

1500h
After the above recovery efforts of the above mentioned PC bookmarks sabotage, I see that the directories that I constantly use are still purged by some unknown party. That was about 500 bookmarks of the high interest kind that they deleted, a total pissoff. What is the matter with these assholes that they need to delete my bookmarks?

1545h
More vision perturbations are being scripted. After the nap they were very frequent as the nap served as a cover story for being "sleepy", but now they are laying on the same theme. I am now being rendered into a less awake state, and the vision fucking is part of it in the eyes of the assholes who make no bones about their highly disruptive incursions into my existence.

1535h
Here is a TI website, Bad Experiment, that is well ordered and easy to comprehend. I cannot think of a better site that refutes any notion of clinical affect that the compliant experts continue to profer than this one.

Sleepy again; a two nap day perhaps?

1835h
I awoke from a second nap today, close to 2.5 hours in length. Not only is it the longest daytime nap I have ever had, it is the first time for me to have two naps of extended length in one day. Talk about a strange day, this is it.

After yesterday's disruption of having all the furniture pulled from the wall fo facilitate the bedbug spraying, I see that the perps have modified the wall behind this LCD panel by changing the surficial characteristics to be striations of the plaster as well as a small 2" patch that is a slight indentation. And lo, if there aren't masers an plasma beams coming off these added imperfections, and arranged to be at the edge of this same LCD. It suggests more distant dependent testing, as the wall is 6" behind this screen surface.

1905h
There seems to be a lot of perps interest in having me capitalizing letters of late. They forced this when creating a replacement for the bookmark directories they deleted to great chagrin (per above). I am fucking pissed that so many bookmarks were deleted and that the Mozilla (Firefox) backup was also purged of this same directory. It should of been a no-brainer as the perps have had me go through this before, swaping the bookmarks.bak file for the bookmarks.html file and yet they were identical. Of course I hadn't backed up in the last few weeks, this directories are the most active.

I added a paragraph to the posting about the beret wearing male gangstalker loitering for no seeming reason (sentry duty) outside the gym two days ago. This entire military and uniformed personnel theme has been getting more exposure time of late. Again, I have no recall of any traumatizations or the like with such persons, just no recall whatsoever from ages 3 to 5 when I have some recall when aged 2 to 3. This is most curious, and I have experienced some pre-overt harassment recall failures that were highly anomalous, along with behavioral oddities of the players in the scenario.

2120h
A five minute coughing jag erupted in the hallway just now as I was clicking on links in search of repairing the music an performers samples of the bookmarked link deletion as mentioned above. Within a minute of the absurd coughing act, the seeming upstairs neighbor began tapping on the floor, as if there was no floor covering, which there is.

2220h
The freeway like traffic noise has ramped up along with some loud mufflered vehicles with a long sound decay. Now, the most loathed chopped Harley Davidson like noise has joined the fray. And as I type this, they keep adding more new noise in, seeming for mentioning.

Time to call this one done, and hope that the assholes haven't got major fuckover plans for me tomorrow. Yesterday's bulb picking crew had some weirds, and even some that emulate the weirds at other locations, the gym class. The extra frenetic dude for no seeming reason act was repeated yesterday when I get the same at gym in the form of Active Andy. I would not be surprised the same morphed individual was doing this for some kind of baseline for my bioenergetics to be remotely studied under the multiple radar and other beams that were highly evident yesterday.

A Triple Header

1135h
I have returned from staying at my perp abetting parent's place and having seen the television news last night, it was a rare weather event in Canada. Three simultaneous storms; BC, Ontario and the Maritime provinces. The meterologist could not recall this ever happening before. We got rain in Victoria, and Vancouver got the snow. Ongoing rain is expected this week for this region. Maybe it was a manifestation of global warming trends, though regular readers will know that there is often a local weather coincidence that is strangely consistent.

It rained all night, then stopped when I was having breakfast, and true to form, it begain raining when setting off driving my parent's vehicle, with my mother, to downtown Victoria where I live. I cannot count the number of times rain onset begins when I begin driving their vehicle on Mondays. It is getting as consistent as needing to take a crap on the same weekday, a 8 week long coincidence so far.

1325h
A repeat of last Monday's shopping action; the acquisition of a hot cooked chicken, my major protein source, following being dropped off from my parent's place. Last Monday only half chickens were availible, which enabled the perps to schedule another Chicken Run a week later in similar circumstances. And of course a full-on gangstalking phalanx was in place, begining with the putative manager and the maintenance dude, artfully setting themselves up in the lobby such that the only sensible route was between them. They had a too-short aluminum stepladder in place as well, one of the perp's very favorite stalking props. And they were still there some 10 minutes later when I returned, a semi-legit excuse, save the seeming maintenance man sitting on the couch for whatever reason, still chatting with the manager about non-work related topics. No big deal.

In the grocery store it was nuts again; this time putting on the wheelchair act to keep following me, and also the big yellow coated brown skinned dude also paraded himself in the store, the checkout, outside attending to his grocery bag, and then proceeding only 6' ahead of me and bringing out his yellow umbrella (different shade of yellow) among a swarm of at least ten other ambulatory gangstalkers converging from two directions.

I even got a MIB like gangstalker departing the grocery store to proceed me across the intersection, returning to the store at the same moment at the W. entrance while I entered at the E. entrance after dropping off my letter in the mailbox, and then he swept by the hot chicken counter some 6' ahead of me. He was dressed in a long black coat with a stiff brimmed black hat, way too austere for this hikey-bikey town. Funny how he timed his entrance at the exact moment as I did, making an excursion outside the store that was exactly timed to be the same duration as my posting my letter. Anyhow, nothing new about the blatant nature or strangeness, but it does suggest that there are important and fundamental energetics issues related to time, and to location with respect to the same event. e.g. entering a store.

I was glad to get out of there with the wheelchair act that kept reprising, a method to place spoked wheels in my proximity not unlike the bicycles that are transitting the sidewalks even where there are ample cycling lanes, another perp civic improvement/imposition. Regular readers will know that the perps like to place stressed metals around me as much as possible, and with the wheel spokes in constant tension, and the bicycle movement presenting constant loading change to the spokes, that just might be the reason.

While outside I got my red dressed gangstalker in lead-ahead mode, as it seems that the perps cannot get enough of this color close to me for long enough. Only four days ago they had a crimson red poncho wearing woman trail me for 300'. This time it was a male gangstalker wearing bright red fleece, so perhaps there is a gender association to the energetics research they are undertaking and that it is independent of the favored and unfavored demographic groups they like to draw the gangstalkers from. As I typed that I got the overhead pounding, a coincidence that may have some bearing on the deemed importance of this concept to the perps. Who knows, as it is not that important to me. It is the ghastly freakshow that I get tagged with that is more annoying, not to mention the ongoing typo sabotage.

And a new never-before mind-fuck event the perps let me in on today; they planted the perception that I was at the end of reading a sentence when I wasn't. I was totally jerked around, and it is also likely that they controlled my cognitive abilities such that they also controlled me in noticing this latest variant of mental sabotage.

1435h
It must be a photonic testing day; my apartment got especially dim and I was obliged to put the lights on to see properly, or else be the subject of various light/dark perception games. There is no end of strange goings on lately with this line of investigation. Getting nailed in the eyes with a surveyor's laser transit four days ago is only one such example. It makes me wonder what else is going on that I don't know about.

The plasma and maser enrgies coming off the TV at my paren'ts place last night was getting severe. Then the perps combined this with what I call "emo-trashing", creating and planting an emotional reaction to the news that is totally out of character, as if deeply moved. This is an example of being jerked with in concert with extra magnetic energy games, the plasma and maser beams. At the other end of the spectrum, they caused me to be totally disassociated when their operative was jaywalking among moving vehicle traffic three days ago. I have never experienced either of these emotional ranges until all this fucking harassment started, and the perps are cranking me up all the more of late, still on their relentless quest that requires subjugation, and no consent to this horrific and sick-minded abuse that is their stock in trade.

1535h
It strikes me as odd that something so fundamental doesn't make the news, especially when it is an entirely new way to look at the universe, and that includes us mortals. This is the topic of dark energy, thought to be prevalent throughout the universe, and its related form, dark matter. In fact, these two forms of energy are postulated to make up 96% of all energy and matter, with the known forms making up only 4%. That means in essence, these "dark" energy forms are all around us and we cannot see or directly experience them. If one should suggest that this could be construed as etheric energy, further approbation is attached. And what if some party could manipulate this energy by remote means, and if such manipulations had an effect on gravitational energy? Sounds like a plausible plot line to me, especially after what I go through in any given day, but I am not going to promote this concept, as I cannot, or am not allowed, to retain this kind of knowledge. I am kept at the level of being an assembler of facts it would seem, hence this blog. But it does strike me as odd that this dark energy detection and assertion is now 10 years old, and not much of it crosses into the public realm. Just one of those "random" thoughts, which really a means a scripted and planted notion in all likelihood.

Here is another item to chill one to the bone; there are 16 spy agencies in the US, and I reckon that some must operate in Canada to aid the operatives that are harassing innocent citizens here. The CIA was created to coordinate all this intelligence and not to have any operational arm, and yet that never happened, and the 9/11 tragedy is said to be a failure of intelligence coordination. I suspect that there is way too many odditiies about 9/11 that could be ascribed to coordination problems, but I do find it alarming that these are in effect stand alone entities, each with their own mission. My "out there" speculation is that they are proxies for the covert harassment operations, the ones that apply extra-conventional gravitic forces and other games like dematerialization to make objects dissapear "by themselves" without need of a breakin or physical presence. Anyhow, more fodder for the speculation mill, something I won't go into at length here, as this blog is about the nitty gritty of being harassed in all the details, especially the depravity of it all.

1845h
My 9 week track record of being forced to take a shit on Mondays has continued; this time I was forced to clean up in the shower owing to more of this particular stunt that has abated for almost as long until tonight. That makes for a foul mood for the rest of this evening, the thought that someone is monitoring and harassing me in taking a shit. And only 5.5 years of this by now, and still no relief in sight, especially with the escalated and blatant gangstalking and harassment stunts going down.

The faked touches harassment is increasing; this is where the sensation of touching something is remotely applied, usually when my hand or foot that is not directly observed that is within 12" of a putative source. The reality is that I am not that clumsy, and every time I look to evaluate the circumstances my limbs are well away from the seeming cause. It used to be about 3" tolerance, that is, if my hand or foot was within 3" of another object and when I was not directly viewing it in peripherial vision, the sickos would often apply a faked touch. Now, they are under no such constraint as to make the nominative cause look as close as it was. Needless to say, this sensory incursion is fucking annoying as one cannot trust one's sense of touch or proprioception to be accurate. Call this a debased reality by way of depraved sickos. And they got me enraged more than once while making dinner, still their number one play. And with voice morphing, my voice not sounding the same about every ten seconds or so.

2220h
I was allowed to be lost listening to Roy Orbison on Youtube, even if there was background noise of clunking, loud mufflered vehicles and the usual noise lineup. Watching music videos isn't without the hazards of being harassed; sometimes the image will suddenly get garbled up to convey one's favorite performers as freakish. All part of the goings on, new and wondrous image manipulations among the many others.

Time to call this done, and expect my ructions from overhead to send me off to sleep, perhaps in two hour's of it.

Get the Red Out

1135h
A call from my mother at 1000h began a about-town trip to take pictures, lunch out, across town to the ex's place for my mother to pick up suet, and then back into downtown where I live. A lot of circular routes all told, and to no surprise, some large heavy duty vehicles "coming round again" when far removed from the first sighting.

And there is a decided emphasis on the color red today, including the facial lesions that sprang "new leaks" and re-bled themselves and did not heal with scar tissue and thereby became a dark reddish color, if not a scab. In other words, the lesions were "refreshed" to have a bright red as well as a dark red, not unlike the parade of red color variants that gets placed around me everywhere I go. And I suspect that these red lesions, and very likely the ones that simultaneously erupted on my gums inside my mouth, serve as color references for the perps to then take some kind of color interaction/comparison to the plethora of vehicles and gangstalkers that were red colored or red dressed.

There were at least three blondes posted on the driving portions of my outing today. All blondes were in ambulatory situations, some 40' to 60' away, and lo, if one wasn't set up to be seen through the green tinted glass of an intervening vehicle. This represents an emulation of the green dyed hair blonde in my gym class, the chinless one, and who has been pulled for at least three consecutive sessions thankfully. My lastmost sighting of her was when the perps kept forcing my attention to look in her direction until I changed the orientation of my exercise mat so to not see her anymore. I suspect she will be brought back into the perp's demographic mix. I also was treated to another green hair job, a male who strutted about, retracing his steps at a busy intersection today. What this green hair fixation the perp's have is about I don't really know, though I don't care for non-natural hair colors.

There were many places of red vehicles in file, twos or threes, or packing an intersection with five or more, some being mobile, and making turns in front, or adjacent to me drivng my mother around. And also, there were plenty of red vehicles, one crimson red, and the one behind or ahead of it in file being a blood red, or a deep metallic red color. At the restaurant we stopped at, a new one to me, there were four red shirted or coated individuals on the left side, along the sunlit wall. I had a lasagne dish, and I am sure that helped the perps to have a close-in reference red color, along with the above mentioned red lesions that were re-reddened this morning. Then, the two seemingly independent parties all departed, save one member with a black jacket over his red shirt who came back some 10 minutes later to perform sentry duty it would seem . Then a resuming shift of red dressed operatives came and sat on the right side of my mother, further away and partially shaded, and with one blue dressed woman who aligned herself behind my mother's head. Then some 20 minutes later, the male "gut stalkers" arrived at a table in two shifts, 10 minutes apart, dressed in black mostly, but making sure I was witness to the display of excessive girth. In between, a wheelchair act arrived with some kind of palsy condition to cover for the quaking and shaking that was going on, largely out of my purview as to where I was seated. Someone knows more about me and my subconscious reactions to the color red, shiftless males, oversized guts (obesity), wheelchairs and other variants of the human condition as they like to continually replay them for my visual benefit, if not, subconscious reaction. Not my problem, so why has it being made into someone else's who has obstructed my ability to work and continually hounds me with these stunts everywhere in public? And even arranges vehicle colors outside my residence, now for over five years. (See past photos of this blog).

And there won't be any answer to that anytime soon as they have been keeping up this depraved fuckery on me for over five years. Though to be fair, it seems as if the perps have made some recent advances and are coming up with more complex color combinations; red in front of brown, light brown vehicles are now regularly in the vehicular gangstalk mix instead of being the last most color test, the reds are getting more numerous and red variant combinations are more evident, there are less substantive same color clusters of vehicles, or only when I set out, and are closer to random longer into a vehicle or walking trip, the grey colored vehicles are spanning more of the grey scale, and other more complex permutations. All because they lack the decency and fortitude to front for this continuing vicious application of nonconsensual human experimentation. There must be one huge incentive for them to do this, extending harassment to 5.5 years instead of resolving this by cooperation, something that would of taken weeks IMHO.

And wouldn't you know; I recieved a recent invitation to be on a documentary, so by the time they arrive, there won't be much to show them save the still shots I have been taking for the past year. Funny how that works out in the hands of one party, all of the time.

An 9 hour sleep last night, with one awakening to hear the traffic noise, and then sleep again, and then the backup beeper noise that tracked me when prone in bed, when changing into clothes (always a big noisestalk and harassment moment), making and then eating breakfast. Quite the string of backing up if one to were assume that was the true cause, though there were no vehicles to be seen that were possibly causative.

And the usual getting into the vehicle delays again, from my mother after finishing up at the restaurant, and played in front of light brown vehicle that just pulled in beside her with the occupants, both dressed in green, though disimilar, sitting in the vehicle while this stunt played itself out, this time looking for the cell phone that somehow went "missing". Good for a five minute extension of getting into a vehicle; been there, done that, it should be over by now. Three red vehicles were packed close around us, and there were the additional five from the photo below in and adjacent wire fence compound.

1645h
The pre-dinner time noise silliness with other phenomenon events has begun its usuall predictable course. Overhead frantic rumbling noise with something mysteriously vibrating in my apartment at the same time. A vehicle horn beeping contest has also sprung up, all while reading the various stories on Ratical. The topics of nuclear waste and related games in that endeavor seem to be the most beepable events, with JFK asssassination stories coming in second. There is a huge array of these noisestalkable events, with the most prevalent theme being state sponsored subterfuge. No small wonder, as the same assholes who may have had a hand in those events want to know more about how I know and store this information. Scary; we will see history rewritten, and no one will be the wiser if the perp's objectives are as grim as I think they are.

1815h
A fraught dinner was scripted; endless touches from no adjacent objects, as there was plenty of space to clear them while making and eating dinner and doing the dishes. The perps either plant the notion directly in mind or else tag me with some kind of energy field. It just doesn't add up that I could blunder so many times in a short duration of 10 minutes or so. Then the perps unloaded a mess of dirt clods on the kitchen floor, ostensibly coming from my runners which I had on all day. Funny how no soil clods came off while at the desk for the past three hours, and only "fell off" when I went to the kitchen to aid in riling me up and commenting on the mess the assholes planted. As I was on a grass patch for 5 minutes at about noontime today, that is the putative cause in the perps depraved mind. Never mind I was on pavement or in this building since then, and none came off my shoes in the bathroom earlier when my pee was timed immediately following reading about today's oversized insect fossils online. Fucking absurd, to deal with this constant barrage of venal juvenility and being jerked around to be so intemperate about it. As regular readers will know; cranking me up, aka rage-ifying me, is their number one play while in my apartment. Thankfully, not so in public, save the odd assailant and other sidewalk hogging nutters under the spell of a directed left-hand drive notion.

Here is a news piece dealing with the legal ramifications of sending an innocent citizen to Syria for torture. He is a Canadian citizen and was stopped over on a flight in New York. Bad place to stop, especially if of mid-eastern descent, and also too, if the Canadian Mounties feed incorrect information to the US authorities. He recieved over $11 million in compensation for his "rendition", but still wants to clear his name such that he feels free to travel without incident. Did the perps have a hand in this one? I cannot say for sure, but I have experienced many unjust acusations that were without substance in the past, and it seems the perps do like to engage in this kind of event. And, having seen 60 Minutes last week, and the potential number of jailed individuals who have been "found guilty" on bogus ballistics science, it would seem at least that the perps like me to be esposed to more unjust accusations. Just another case of perps gone beserk possibly, having the wrong person tortured or jailed. It fits the pattern. What they get from this I don't know, not even enough to speculate.

Here is some relief from the text descriptions in the form of pictures from the last few weeks.

And for those of you that use liquid detergent, or are forced to in my case as the granular powder began caking on my clothes, another never-before event, this is what can happen to your detergent container. The spout was turned 90 degrees, causing me to now pour it from the side and not from the front of the bottle holding it by the handle. As the perps devote no end of effort in simulating the cardinality of objects around me, and that they are fixated over the nature of plastics, those proximal and those inside me from pollutants, this little juvenile stunt could only be the work of that same party. Fucking absurd, but true.














Taken 11-12-2007. Back to the red vehicles in file show; three red ones, two differing reds, a more common theme of late, as noted above. Having one placed behind a tree is also a big deal for the perps. Go figure.












Taken 11-18-2007 Another shot of the same area, now with white and silver-grey vehicles on the N. side of the street to join the three red vehicles in file on the S.side.













Taken 11-19-2007. Back to this familiar location (above), only moved closer in. This picture was taken to show the wild and bizarre parking that can happen where there is coordinated effort in placing them all. An SUV on the tail of a minivan was there for over an hour, ostensibly blocking the vehicle from getting out when there was plenty of other stalls to park in. A silver-grey vehicle and an navy blue one join the SUV in this parked cluster. Though in fact, this is an example where the perps like to arrange items and objects on the bias, and add more granularity to their orthogonal only games. True to form, at the top of the picture is one red vehicle and two silver-grey vehicles in file behind.












Taken 11-17-2007. The above was Fort St, and this is View St from my apartment. Nothing too random about this vehicle string of red, red and white two tone, white and silver-grey vehicles, nor the repeat visit of the navy blue tractor unit, parked over two stalls for over a day, illegal on two accounts. And the string of parked passenger vehicles is parked where the meter heads have been removed, for months now. No wonder they can park "legally" there all day when the maximum is two hours. The two figures on jaywalk duty are fulfilling the usual event of me seeing someone doing this every time I look out the window, even for a second or less.












Taken 11-18-2007. Back at for another day, four vehicles in file, this time adding one that is reversed parked, probably illegally, though don't quote me on that, but I had never seen this before. This fits the perp's habits of having left-hand drive Japanese vehicles pass by me, though admittedly, it isn't quite the same.












Taken 11-16-2007. This is the plastic sheet that is "parked" for me to see, now over a week on this balcony, and is still there, 11-21-2007. Even more curious is that this tumbled down from three balconies above where it had resided for a week before the picture was taken. Imagine, two sets of tenants, stacked over three stories above the other, who each "don't mind" large orange plastic sheets befouling their respective balcony for weeks on end. And this apartment block was made out to be full when I applied there in 04-2007. Big joke that, and it even is on my suspected-to-be-empty list, though I cannot be sure.














Blue and navy blue colors are becoming more featured, very possibly because I have a navy blue matress that was removed from my use from 08-2007 to 05-2007. Now that I am back using it again, the perps seem to be making progress, however that is defined, with this color. There are the above pictures with the navy blue tractor unit in the street parking stalls, and this little three-way set up for me to catch while making a rare visit to my balcony. Two same colored blue vehicles are parked in file, one behind a tree, and a third lighter color blueo, mobile, passing by.












Taken 11-21-2007, today. I have no idea why these vehicles are penned, or who they belong to. So many vehicle lots have sprung up without any apparent ownership in this city in the past few years. This lot is nowhere near a car lot, or a shipping delivery site, even if near the harbor. There is a third same deep metallic red vehicle behind the second pickup truck which can be seen on zoom-in. Though in fact, there were at least three more clustered around the second truck, as the conditions for this shot were constrained; inside my parent's vehicle and over top of my mother's head. Surely an ideal shot through her chakras if one believes in alternate energies, and it may also be the reason for the "head dipping" and bend-over games the operatives and shills play in my proximity.












This tree services truck came to pass by where we were parked at Beacon Hill Park, and then proceeded out the Clover Point traffic loop. Now where were those trees again? Tree chipping is a common event in my proximity, as the perps seem to like that constant machine whine and the large spinning mass of the induction rollers. Boom trucks are a commonn gangstalking vehicle too, having all that steel mass overhead is what it seems to be about. Sometimes I get clusters of three boomtrucks, a new event for me, and rarely only one at a location anymore.












2235h
Some more YouTube until the vision impairment fuckery got so bad that I couldn't stand it, this while viewing Linda Ronstadt's older videos. She being the perfect doe eyed raven haired girl that I developed a celebrity crush on going back to the 1970's. The perps know full well that I like her look and that it serves as a template to add elements into the gangstalker demographically selected gangstalker mix from time to time. The doe-eyed (attractive, or favored) girl emerging from a belated elevator with the corded (fugly) hair of two days ago comes to mind. The same theme repeats; fugly with pretty or attractive, either in the same person or in two people, very often side by side who then separate by distance. Fucking tiresome being subjected to a freakshow all day long, all to rekindle the seeming traumatizations the assholes inflicted upon me over 50 years ago.

That is enough to call this one done for the day, a rest my eyes from the plasma jumping off the LCD panel tonight.

A Riled Up Day

1720h
I can only assume that the perps are constantly ragging me with stunts and controlling my reaction to be immediate annoyance, ususally vocalized, to capitalize on their shenanigans last night. A defacto continuation of the Monday state through to Tuesday it would seem. Keeping me pissed off is the perp's number one tactic to creating more possibilities for their remote energetics assay work they appear to be conducting. (There is a significantly greater aura around someone who is angry or stressed in any way).

That is, they kept me awake for most of last night, and only provided for a light sleep, something they once before on a Monday, about four weeks ago before I set off to my parent's place and start the digging up of the tree root in their backyard. It would seem that the perps lose some kind of registry or advantage that they have on Mondays, fresh from my parent's place after a Sunday night stayover. Their solution is to then keep me awake through the night so to continue with whatever advantages that is conferred or determined on Mondays. That is the best that I can explain it.

And I never am concerned about lost sleep, as there seems to be absolutely no penalty or tiredness because of the sleep deficit they created for me.

As this is Tuesday, it is a gym class day, and the weirdness of the other members has escalated, likely for me to notice. There were the usual 12 to 16 gangstalkers arrayed behind me, or around me, and the "usual" 80% on sit-there, or stand-there duty. Sometimes they will sit at the equipment doing absolutely nothing but staring into space for over five minutes, and then get up and do the same thing at another piece of equipment.

The "just stand-there" action got silly today at the gym, as they had one dude in two tone blue standing beside the weights rack doing utterly nothing, and then the oversized blonde woman from our class did the same thing, opposite of this dude. There they were, two people doing nothing but standing there, facing each other, four feet apart, and trying not to look at each other. This went on for over five minutes before the perps finally passed a red shirted gangstalker between them.

This same kind of malingering gangstalking is also showing up on the streets; a cyclist with his bicycle in the all-too-familiar broadside position was standing on the sidewalk beside his bicycle as if totally dumbstruck and didn't know what to do. I have been known to call this sentry duty, as it seems awfully important that sentry stay still while I pass in front of them to conduct some kind of distance dependent energetics assay activity.

This same game is also "happening" with vehicles; yesterday a white truck stopped in mid-street immediately following a left turn to conduct a conversation with a gangstalker/operative or whoever it was. Here was the vehicle holding up other left turning vehicles for at least 3 minutes while this "conversation" was held. Today, a mid-grey vehicle parked across the apartment driveway while the driver conducted an arm and hand waving conversation with a participating "passerby". This was planned while my camera battery was recharging after an inexplicable discharge from being fully charged minutes before that.

When walking to gym class, a similar event erupted; the all-too-familiar white trades van with the ladders on top "broke down" and had to be pushed through the intersection to make a left turn. Somehow, it was fixed and drove off. Stupider and stupider is the theme for this week, and that also means more blatant harassment games, including the one mentioned in yesterday's blog when the poured wine exploded out of the glass.

1815h
I am getting beeping or overheard rumbling everytime I make a move; putting the dinner plate down, clicking on a window, the first bite from my dinner, and now, a car alarm has gone off.

Before that, my second scripted crap of the week, and this time I did not get off like I have been; a distraction dealing with the perp's shit flicking, and lo, if the toilet didn't overflow and need plunging. Then after cleanup, another plunging to get the toiltet paper down, but no overflow this time. That should do me until Monday when it is scripted again.

I had the usual red color shirt gangstalking at the gym earlier today. At least half of the 15 weirds on blatant gangstalking duty were wearing some form of a red shirt or sweater. The perps also put on my least favorite granny to look at, and forced my attention her way at least a half dozen times, once when she was on parade duty. They had her in an all black outfit, and they also position her near the stairway entrance, hanging over me almost as I come up the stairs.

In our gym class, which convenes for the last half hour in a floor exercise room, two of the class members who had been working out on the exercise equipment "somehow" didn't participate, even if mandatory. Both are over weight, and blonde, one female, the other male. Then the rangy dude who wasn't there for the free format first half hour session comes swooping in from the change room to get immediately in front of me when proceeding into the floor exercise room. He then preceded to the change room where he "accidently" whacked me with his sweater while exuberantly putting it on, though he did have the "grace" to tell me he was sorry. Big fucking joke, as his sweater didn't contact me, and the whack I recieved was by way of the perp's energy games they have been intensely fucking me with all week.

These energy games, or faked touches and faked blundering "into" something adjacent, has been increased of late. I get the sensation of my hand contacting the kitchen counter when it is at least six inches away. The perps used to be more sporting, and had a certain tolerance whereby if my hand for example, was within two inches say, I would of got the fake touches. Now, the assholes have increased their tolerance to be within even 12" now. I am constantly assaulted by these faked touches and blundering whenever I am near something, and for whatever reason, this highly annoying stunt has increased of late. Wobbling me over to collide with something, or seemingly collide, has also increased of late. My entire physical worldview has been polluted and jerked with.

1900h
Picture time, these few from the last two weeks. The camera action seems to be mostly over; I rarely "recall", per mind-fuck script, to take my camera with me now, only for Sundays at the parent's place.

This is a zoomed in shot to a location that is mid-block and viewable from my apartment. The meter heads have been off for months now, and the parking rotation at this location, also pictured in past blogs, is with color coordinated vehicles. Though it looks in this case as if the two vehicles in the middle of this file are also matched for front-end appearance commonality.














This picture was taken from my bedroom at my parent's place on 10-29-2007, the two red vehicles aligned in file being the most oddest part of this shot, though in fairness it can happen once in a while, but not everyday and allday like it does for me. A parked white vehicle is also arranged to be partially obscured by foliage, a common setup.













This picture is taken from the same location, my bedroom at my parent's place, this time on 11-05-2007. The red vehicles are lined up exactly the same, with the telephone pole being the reference that I am using. It is doubtful in my estimation that any one, or even less likely, two parties, could line their vehicles up identically a week apart for on-street parking. This time an additional third red vehicle has been parked behind the white vehicle,also in the precise same location, behind the foliage. A white van has also been added in on the right side, in an orthogonal position, and also, a silver-grey vehicle has been added for reference purposes between further back, in the center of the photo.












This is a photo of only a few of the approximately 200 vehicles that pass by at the bus stop, this one in a residential area. The time was 1513h in the afternoon on a weekday, and it is utterly incomprehensible to me, as a longtime resident of this neighborhood (40 years), as to how so much vehicular traffic "happens" here, except in a gangstalking context.













Then my mysterious bus stop buddy arrives, and puts on the familiar back-to-me pose; the backpacks are ubiquitous nowadays, and appear to be used as a color reference adjunct.














Next, the cell phone comes out, and again, on the face of it there is nothing too suspicious. The vehicular gangstalk traffic has picked up as seen in the background. My "bus stop buddy" then took off after making his call, not taking the bus at all. Now that is suspicious to me.












The bus stop from the other direction looking S.; again, as a longtime resident of this neighborhood that has little but infill houses built for over the last 20 years, it remains imponderable as to why so many vehicles are arranged and passing by at 1515h on an afternoon weekday. There are three grey colored vehicles in the group of six; two silver-greys and one mid-grey, and the color of the last three in the oncoming file cannot be determined. The extra reflection off the latter three vehicles could be from the plasma and reflectance augmentation games that are constantly managed in my vicinity.












These are my runners of some six years; a never-before scalloped concave removal of the heel material. I have a habit of wearing the outer heel first, but in a scooped fashion has never happened before. And lo, if the perps didn't exploit that to create momentary suction on my heels when on smooth surfaces, sidewalks included.















2105h
A forced cough as soon as this page refreshed; I knew it was imminent from the planted tickle in my throat, but did not know just when it was scripted to erupt.

An interesting new phenomenon that I hadn't heard of before; human spontaneous involuntary invisibility. It is explained at this website. There are times when I get obstructed in public and when I ask the perpetrator to move, all I get is the pretense of not being heard. As far as I know, I have not been rendered invisible, just a simulation of it the odd time which has to be staged, like everything else. It does raise the question as to whether I have been gangstalked by invisible parties, and that is emminently possible. They could even be standing behind me now, emulating the goings on at the gym with the parade of aligned "do-squats" described above. Not an issue for me, though I could not imagine anything more disorienting than to be rendered invisible and unheard. My understanding is that UFO's are often picked up by a camera but not by the photogrpher and are only noticed when the film was developed and reviewed. And I should add, it did happen to me on my camera toting walks, that there was a odd object in the sky which I did not see at the time of taking the photograph.

2135h
A total jerkaround; the YouTube or my CD in my PC is not playing properly; the artist's voice isn't coming through even if the musical accompaniment is. Once, I had the opportunity to momentarily "forget" all this fuckery by listening to music, but now, that capability has been trashed. What is the matter with these depraved assholes today?

2220h
More pounding overhead while I recalled something I had read about five minutes ago. This seems to be the kind of recall ability the perps are targeting these days; very short term recall. They can now screw me out of "remembering" where to put something back, with the additional diversion of using the item. More progress on the mind-fuck front.

After an ugly day, it is time to call this one done. My greatest fear is that the perps are going to give me another near sleepless night, and grind me down tomorrow where there are three events planned.

One event on for tommorow is a dental appointment; I got a call "reminding me" about my appointment tommorow and I said that there wasn't anything scheduled. After some "sorrys" and great amounts of faux apologies, I kept the appointment date. This particular dental receptionist is one of the most efficient and friendly that I know of; she doesn't screw up, ever. And "somehow" she did, exactly when I had open time. This is just another example of this senseless and gratuitous harassment fuckery, and how low some will go to accomodate the fuckers. The abettor, makes herself out to be incompetent, about the last thing one could say about her capabilities and efficiency. Why do all these people conform to the perp's depravities, making themselves out to be quislings and idiots?

This is the same woman who "showed up" at LD to sell me a cell phone in 2006, and she doesn't mention that when I see her afterward, har, har. "Somehow", I wasn't allowed to know this at the time, and only when I got back to my apartment some 10 minutes later did the perps tell me who it was. I had a sudden rush that she was familiar while she was telling me about the cell phones, but that got suddenly shut down. That is another classic of mind-fucking; I never, ever forget a face, especially one I see twice a year for most of the previous 15 years, and "somehow" I did, and only "recalled" who it was when she was long gone. Someone tell me the clinical background on that with a straight face.

The other two events are at the same office, one in the afternoon, and then in the evening. This spells a "location test"; testing me for both daylight and dusk light conditions offsite, not at my place.

Time to call this day done and hope the next isn't going to be another like this.

On With the Grind

1120h
I have been getting the outside construction grinding noise all morning, since I got up at 0745h, and it has continued through laundry and the rage-ification stunts that the perps have put me through. I also got a case of the Pseudosweats, the remotely imposed condition where I am sweating profusely for no reason whatsoever. Part of the game is to play along, and then poof, the condition is abated. Today's Pseudosweat "abatement" games were to have me use a fresh towel to wipe the sweat off, (other two same color towels in the laundry) and then open the window to then hear the grinding noise louder, and have the vibrations penetrate the apartment. This is the usual pattern; set up a constant noise that creates vibration, but with the windows closed, and then a day or two later, the window is opened because of the planted notion of "needing" to cool the apartment down. And by dint of coincidence, it is sunny today, the first in a week or so.

And to add to the noise, vibrations and now vortex action, the vacuum cleaner has started up in the hallway as I am typing this. Perhaps they will finally clean up that trail of white plastic refuse that stretches from my door way to the laundry room, and is likely serving as some kind of color and material type (plastics) reference as I pass by. Regular readers will recall past white plastic "chads" being placed outside my door in my last two residence locations.

And I am also getting an intermittent tapping noise that "happens" during the ongoing grinding noise. This particular noise was also part of the 15 months I stayed at the residence location from 05-2005 to 08-2006, the 10 story apartment block with no one in it but me, and perhaps the "manager". This skinheaded dude (manager) who knew who I was before I met him, was giving me the smirk while passing by. Which, I suppose, confirms just what I mentioned, if I was the only one living in the building, then it was very likely that he knew more about me than I am allowed to know.

Another odd item that "showed up" this morning was a 20" long black hair in the bedsheets, and as I regularly launder them, and have no visitors who even sit on the bed, I have no idea where this would of come from. That statement is not entirely correct; I have a notion that the hair may have come from the perps magical abilities to deliver body or head hair anywhere and anytime they want, and there is a further rumoured (planted) notion as to whose it may be, but I am not going to get into yet more highly speculative statements on this one.

When cleaning the bathroom this morning I was also treated to the "dog hair" assaults, where this body hair, looking like mine, "somehow" arrives just ahead or just after cleaning a surface or object in the bathroom. Once I counted over 40 "dog hair arrivals" on cleaned surfaces when cleaning the bathtub. There is a shimmery metallic maser apparition, and then when I look again, a "dog hair" has been deposited on the surface I am cleaning. I call these "dog hairs" to substantiate the concept that they don't come from me. I have never, ever shed hairs at such a rate, and never, ever been inundated with hairs while I am cleaning the bathroom. Yes, the hairs usually have the color and length that my body hairs do, but there is no way they are falling off me. I even get at least three instances of eyelash hairs around the bathroom sink or on my glasses per day, and if I was really shedding them at that rate I would not have any eyelashes remaining. My eye lash count is most often normal, save one instance over six months ago when it seemed that every other one had been plucked out.

1640h
I did the Tuesday yoga and then gym workout routine, as well as the half hour walk each way. It is the same old; 300 to 800 vehicles on gangstalking duty, clustered by color and type, as well as the myriad vehicles crossing my path, ahead of me or behind me. The red vehicles are clustered in groups of two through six, while the white and silver grey vehicles are clustered at first, then they are sent in singly as a reference for the grouped red, green and light metallic tan vehicles. And the parked vehicles are also ordered and coordinated, likely another 500 of them for the distance that I cover. I have placed pictures in past blogs, so I won't put any more in unless someone really wants them.

And the gym class didn't meet in the usual floor exercise room, but instead, an open area. This meant that the eight or so gangstalkers coursing around me while I was working out could then come and gangstalk me in the group of some 12 of us. I should of seen that one coming, but for the most part, all my defensive and anticipatory thoughts are governed, hence being constantly unaware of what is coming next.

There were more games with green shirts today; a young blonde woman with large breasts and her tongue hanging out was parading about, and then she chummed up with another young woman in a white top. The white topped woman would come to the adjacent machine and work out, and then go back to the green topped woman to meet up. A gangstalking tag team. The other lurking males, some in green shirts would putz around some 15' away, pretending to be busy, and only getting going on some equipment if I looked at them long enough. Then there was another tag teaming among the males; some would get on the equipment I had just vacated, and then meet up with another who had been gangstalking me earlier. At one point, some kid in a violet shirt was following me on the equipment that I used, and then he tag teamed with a old fart in a green shirt, and then next he was outside, making a troll behind the very location when I last saw him working out. I am getting scrambled as I attempt to describe the details, so I will leave it at that.

There were also two new workout class members, a couple as it seemed, which is highly irregular for us supposed day program "mental patients". The male was a big lumbering dude who I immediately recognized from the Seattle harassment days of 2002. Or more correctly, now that my recall can be messed with by remotely applied means, that just may be the planted notion. This dude goes way back into the early street battles with beams and pounding pain targeting, so I am not sure why he was there. Perhaps for recall bait only, though I didn't recognize the woman with him, even if she did smile at me.

As usual, some of the class members are on their own trajectory; arriving when the class is over, not coming to the group session, even if it was a gangstalking extravaganza in the open area and not the floor exercise room.

Currently, this LCD panel has been yellowized which is pissing me off. For segments of my walk back from the recreation center, the perps put a red plasma orb 4' in front of me, about 3" in diameter, and it kept it there and floated it over the concrete sidewalk. For some reason, and it may of been the perp's mindcontrolled reaction, this was pissing me off something fierce. I sense this immediate and intense reaction wasn't my own, as it was escalated from the usual fleeting plasma sightings that I get to one of the persistent ones that are the most bothersome.

I am being jerked with "helmet hair" as another perp instignated curse; this is where my wet hair "dries" as if it had styling gel in it, and then when I brush my dry hair, the "styling gel" immediately dissipates and my hair falls into its normal loose dry state. Anytime my hair gets sweat in it, or when wet from a shower, it takes on this compacted appearence until physically displaced. It used to be that the brown crumbs on my cheeks was the only thing to worry about before setting off, but a new nuisance has been added.

Another nuisance of greater significance of late is the fake touches that I get, usually about 30 to 50 a day. If my hand or arm is close to an object, but is not directly in my vision, I will often get a touch sensation as if I had blundered into the object. When I look, my hand will be still some 2" to 6" away, so I know that it wasn't me blundering into something, but some kind of remotely applied sensation just to piss me off. This fucking game is a constant scourge, and I cannot be left alone to do nothing, but am a target for the perp's sensory fuckaround games.

Today, there was another variant of the "stare at me" games that are going on; it is the flirting look from a passing female, usually under 30 y.o., and it really does make me wonder what the importance of this is. I am over 50 y.o., so I really don't think there is any chance this is truly flirtatious, so it must be a continuation of the staring game that goes on. It could be worse, say from the grey haired demographic detail that is put on wherever I go.

1900h
I had my dinnertime tortillas with a kale pesto instead of the tapenade or the guacamole; both latter choices were "missing" from the deli case today, and instead, there was this large brown cookie display. The olive oil games of late have not gone unnoticed; the same tapenade dyed the olive oil golden yellow or orange, depending on the tub, although both were identical, and tonight's kale tapenade dyed the olive oil a dark green which flowed out in copious amounts. Back to olive oil games again. Funny how my parents have a bottle permanently on their counter and yet never use it. Not a big deal for me, but the perps have had an olive oil fixation for a long time, and I suspect that it isn't over yet. And two like metallic green sedans were parked on the street, in file, to honor the green olive oil games, and no doubt there is greater significance in this than coincidence. Small games for small minds.

2115h
The noisestalking comes in fits and starts; the item that I am reading at the moment it starts up varies considerably. It can be a web page change, or specific trigger words which I will not repeat here to avoid another round of intensified noisestalking.

I noted that the perps put up two ceiling hooks in the bathroom overnight, one on each side of the light, S. side, and N. side. Both are black colored with a sloppy swatch of light colored ceiling paint on them. When I moved in there was a white colored ceiling hook over my bed in the living area. Within a week, a black ceiling hook "arrived" overnight some 6' away in a mirror image position, near this desk unit I am using. I can only assume these are for color referencing purposes, and that the nature of this activity has increased.

I am vehicularly gangstalked by more mid-grey colored vehicles, as if a grey scale testing is being done. The silver grey, white and black colored vehicles are very commonly clustered or at each end of a vehicle train, but of late, there have been many more grey variations, usually with a metallic (or metal flake like) finish. I suspect the metallic finish offers more color and reflectance variations for the perp's games endless color stalking games that go on.

2245h
Time to call this a wrap, after enjoying more Youtube clips of Neko Case. An while with the headphones I got the floor vibration treatment from the perps to remind me that I cannot go away to musicland for even five minutes before I am reminded that I am under the surveillance microscope. The "shakes" as I also call them, are when they shake the floor beneath my chair and ensure that my entire body feels this latest round of intrusion into my personal life, if there ever was such a concept.

Another "crumb story", this one at breakfast; they put two pairs of white crumbs, subpinhead size, on my coffee mugm one pair at each side of my mouth position, and of each pair, one was on the inside, and the other on the outside of the mug. One cannot get anymore scientific and methodical than that, which means we are well down the road of having no ostensible cause to all these events, "crumbinality" being only one of many hundreds.