1345h
A short post today, it is Sunday, the day of making my way to the First Feral Family for gangstalking by kin. And by bus as well, sure to have the revolving freakshow around me. The bus is always inordinantly busy anytime I get on it, and Sundays don't make any difference.
The rain showers started while I was doing my shower, shave and dentaly hygeine after breakfast, and has kept up since then, to present. I have been baited to go onto the balcony to take photos of strange color configurations of vehicular traffic twice so far, and even while there for all of 20 seconds at a time, there were additional red and yellow vehicles parading by. Even a subsecond glance outside is orchestrated to have some kind of perp planted event; a gangstalker, plasma flash or even portions of vehicles.
As usual, the perps have been infuriating me so far, and often cranking up the outiside noise in mid rage; just another event for them, fucking my life away like this.
1415h
So far today, two fruit flies from nowhere eruptions; one I actually witnessed. It was at breakfast, and there was this greyish streak in mid-air, 2' in front of me, then a fruit fly came at me, and then averted me and headed to the kitchen. (I was eating breakfast at the time, and any eating is a big perp deal as they cannot figure out the color and energetics interactions while the food is being chewed, or that is how it seems. And it is no wonder that more food is "somehow" sticking to the roof of my mouth of late, to delay mastication while the perps play color energetics games vis a vis their neural interactions, one's brain being less than an inch away from the roof of one's mouth. Which seems to support the reason the ambulatory gangstalkers are nearly always exposing their mouth contents in some way, chewing, eating, open-mouthing (agape jaws as part of their countenance), spitting, horking, tongue wiggling and other stunts.
More head pressure, and more yelling at the assholes; running my hand through my hair gets me a minute of relief at most. The sun has just come out, and I suppose this will be timed to my bus trip to my parents and the freakshow that has become. And lo, if a bus, or noise thereof, didn't "happen" the instant I was typing in the very word, "bus". There are way too many of these minor coincidences going on of late, and it is getting fucking tiresome to say the least.
1520h
Another barrage of rage-ification games through taking a crap (toilet overflow), getting the teabags (jabbing me in the fingertips), making tea (teabag on string games), eating chocolate (flipping crumbs) doing the dishes and then waiting for the PC to boot up. Twice, I had a red plasma flash in my right side peripherial vision just before heading to the kitchen, and twice, a red object (parked vehicle below) in my right side peripherial vision immediately following. That is way too much consistency to be anything but arranged, so for all you clinical clinging quislings, explain that.
And the forehead head pressure games have been turned on, and are relievable for a minute or so after rubbing my forehead and head with my hand. Another routine piece of fuckery that is totally consistent for the clinical pretenders to adequately explain.
The perps are on a total reg-me day today; the smallest of routine actions gets sabotaged just to piss me off, and when I vocalize my complaint, invariably more outside noise is immediately cranked up. This "coincidence" is increasing in frequency of late, and goes to show that there is a progressive campaign to escalate known noises with current imposed infuriation. Nothing can be fucked enough it seems.
1600h
More overhead clunking, thumping and kerchuncking, the latter distinctive noise has followed me in all my residences from 2002 to present, save one where there was no overhead "neighbors". The forehead pressure fuckery is stil continuing, and getting annoying to say the least. It seems that "mere" infuriation all day for six years is not enough of a infliction for my mind-keepers. And from the same assholes who seemed to have poisoned the well and incurred reactions to their traumatizations that they still cannot yet undo. Not my problem, so why am I involved in someone's fuckup ameliorations?
And the only answer I got was a vehicle beeping from outside and hallway clatter of putative locks and doors. That is about the most of an answer one can expect, and as always, the abiding plasma and maser games that are endemic.
I will blog off for now, and call this done for the day. (To the sound of yet more vehicle beeping, bus noise, and more hallway clatter; I can hardly wait to venture outside for the expected gangstalking gauntlet).
Showing posts with label fruit fly harassment. Show all posts
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Sunday, April 27, 2008
Monday, August 06, 2007
Noise Flurry Before Lunchtime
1245h
Because I was awakened so late, my lunch is delayed, and this has been "feeding time" for the siren chirpings, hallway yakkers, door clickings etc. Having lunch puts an end to this heightened silliness.
1310h
After doubling up on the blueberries owing to accelerated mold, another perp specialty, I have finished my lunch. The once reheated leftover tortillas are being eaten straight out of the fridge, which has to be another perp variation they mind-fucked me into. One could suggest the reason is that it is hot outside, so why eat hot food. Good idea, but why did this only "occur to me" this year of eating the same food, and not in the past four years of harassment?
Yesterday at my parent's place my in-town brother came for dinner, wearing the exact same colored clothing I was wearing, new (navy) blue jeans and a black shirt. And of course I wasn't allowed to ask him as to how he came to that choice on a hot day, as asking him "somehow" didn't occur to me, read managed (aka mind controlled) curiousity.
And while watching TV afterward, my father's faux Alzheimer's kicked in, and he paced around on his usual beat, having the unerring knack of crossing in front of the TV just before or after the remote control was used, that IR beam concurrence is a big deal for the perps I have come to know. He did his usual 20 or more gettings-up, pacings in the next room, and nearly always paralleling the external walls. He even went outside for a few feints of taking over the watering in the gardening.
Then on with the fruit fly and maser show, one morphing into the other in a choreographed display, usually when I attempted to grab the fruit fly. And the perps made sure there was an indistinct background to thwart taking out the fruit fly, and just when I thought it was the fly again, it would be a maser, a small fuzzy black ball of the same shape, size and flight behavoir. Never have I been "attacked" by a fruit fly so much as last night (> 10x).
1500h
An internet news read, as being away for an evening "feels like" an eternity, likely another supplied feeling that I have no choice in accepting.
Speaking of which, there are currently two independent (sort of) events of miners trapped underground, one in China (since rescued), and another in Utah as a consequence of an earthquake. Having commented in the past about the astonishing number of mine cave-ins, deaths and their dispersion all over the globe, from China, Poland, USSR, USA, Australia, I don't consider the current two events unrelated. Except this time, there seems to be some incentive for the perps to have the miners trapped, but alive, as a regular 8 to 10 (or more) hour shift isn't enough for the perps to determine whatever energetics interaction they are after. And too, it serves the perp's cause to have everyone connected with this under duress, as part of the harassment modus operandi I have come to know and despair. In other words, it isn't "good enough" for the sickos to send their own operatives down on a "camping trip", with sufficient food and resources to stay a week, but instead, they have the need to stress the living hell out of all the involved parties. My cynical take on this is that next comes the miners exhange; sending Asian miners to Idaho, and Caucasian miners to China, for an "exchange" program. (And somehow, I don't think that cynical tone is my own, normally I am more respectful). And I am not intending to be disrespectful of anyone involved in these current tragedies.
And I am still mystified as to what it is that the perps are after when industrial deep mining has been going on for over two hundred years, and the derived products, coal predominantly, are extracted and shipped halfway around the world. I am not going to solve this one, but it is interesting that the noisescape gone to the all-quiet mode as I write this, save some selective hallway pounding. Interestingly, my father started work as coal geologist in the UK, visiting deep shaft mines. His work in Canada involved surface mining in northern British Columbia.
1645h
I am getting the sleepy treatment, but while this was happening, the perps put on a siren cascade, as in faked emergency vehicles, as there was no sound of their engines, just the sirens.
1800h
The above sleep treatment lasted until the sirens went off, and then I was allowed to "come to", and not get the usual nap attack at 1700h. Then onto dinner, where I was using a particular tapenade for the first time in 8 months, as it had "disappeared" from the product line, having some red pepper in it, and as a likely consequence, the perps pulled a rage-fication show, getting me riled up with crumb hoppings, jabbings in the nuts, and a host of other hassles that kept me on the rant. I haven't had one of these for a week or more at that specific interval of making dinner, and I reckon, in the perps perverse manner, it was the "event" (to them) of using and eating this particular food item for the first time since the imposed "shortage". Small events become big hassles for the small minds who continue to screw with my life.
Then, instead of lines of brown crumbs that "arrived" on the dinner plate, I get six pairs of brown crumbs, with crumbs equispaced within the pair. Fucking absurd that I get treated to this banality everyday, and even more perverse is that there is thousands of assholes too gutless to front for their depravity, and who must have a billion dollar budget over this indulgence. One more aspect of this sick minded campaign that I don't get.
As it is a long holiday weekend here, the perps may have gone on holiday for the weekend, as they were positively absent when taking the bus to my parent's place yesterday. Only two parties; one male lug who made sure I saw his disgusting tatoos on his arms, more than once (read, mind-controlled attention), and a pair of Asians nattering in their native tongue. And that was it for most of the 25 minute bus ride, not the "usual" stacked freakshow or 20 or more "passengers" doing their elegant swapping and moving about, all nicely color coordinated, skin color too. But the bus driver did stop and shutdown the bus in mid-route for no apparent reason, as it was not a timing point, and from what I could tell, this was for the parade of vehicles to pass by, color and type (sedan, two door, convertible etc.) coordinated as they were, travelling in both directions. I suspect that the assholes will unload on me tomorrow in some way, or perhaps later this week. Another shit storm no doubt, now that they have brought this one back from a two month absence.
2010h
I am currently getting the radiant glow from a "reflective" spotlight, for the third time this evening. There are now three apartment towers that take on this newfound "reflectivity" at dusk time, and each has its own color cast. First the silver faux reflection from some 20 suites with silver colored venetian blinds, then a whitish cast from the closet tower (an errant window "happens" to beam down upon me), and the pink tower, some 500' away puts on a yellowish tone as I type this.
In conjunction, I got the hallway door thuddings, elegantly timed coughing and hacking, crockery crashing, and from the street, the usual parade of vehicular noise with an extra supplement of street hollaring.
2155h
More conspiratorial investigation; these videos by Phil Schneider, a geologist that worked on many underground bases, each, an average of four cubic miles. And there are over 121 of them, which he equates to subversion, a fair statement. And he indicates that the current tunneling technology of boring and then lining with concrete for stability has long been surpassed by a machine with a hot plasma bit that vitrifies the rock, and thereby cuts and disposes of the rock and lines the tunnel in one pass. Hence, they can do over seven miles a day.
And as I write this, the crockery bashing has started up in the hallway, and now more chatting outside my door. In the least, the perps are replicating the proximate events of my last residence, the putative rooming house. And while listening to the above video, the perps totally trashed my ability to read, forcing me into listen-only mode. Now strange smells are being cranked up my nose.
2230h
More typo sabotage; it is getting nuts that I am forced to make five attempts to key in a four letter word. The perps especially like to have me type two of the same wrong letters instead of two of the correct letters. Go figure, but the sabotage has been totally consistent on this one for over 12 months now.
Time to call this day done, and blog off. Hopefully no more typos or syntax sabotage above.
Because I was awakened so late, my lunch is delayed, and this has been "feeding time" for the siren chirpings, hallway yakkers, door clickings etc. Having lunch puts an end to this heightened silliness.
1310h
After doubling up on the blueberries owing to accelerated mold, another perp specialty, I have finished my lunch. The once reheated leftover tortillas are being eaten straight out of the fridge, which has to be another perp variation they mind-fucked me into. One could suggest the reason is that it is hot outside, so why eat hot food. Good idea, but why did this only "occur to me" this year of eating the same food, and not in the past four years of harassment?
Yesterday at my parent's place my in-town brother came for dinner, wearing the exact same colored clothing I was wearing, new (navy) blue jeans and a black shirt. And of course I wasn't allowed to ask him as to how he came to that choice on a hot day, as asking him "somehow" didn't occur to me, read managed (aka mind controlled) curiousity.
And while watching TV afterward, my father's faux Alzheimer's kicked in, and he paced around on his usual beat, having the unerring knack of crossing in front of the TV just before or after the remote control was used, that IR beam concurrence is a big deal for the perps I have come to know. He did his usual 20 or more gettings-up, pacings in the next room, and nearly always paralleling the external walls. He even went outside for a few feints of taking over the watering in the gardening.
Then on with the fruit fly and maser show, one morphing into the other in a choreographed display, usually when I attempted to grab the fruit fly. And the perps made sure there was an indistinct background to thwart taking out the fruit fly, and just when I thought it was the fly again, it would be a maser, a small fuzzy black ball of the same shape, size and flight behavoir. Never have I been "attacked" by a fruit fly so much as last night (> 10x).
1500h
An internet news read, as being away for an evening "feels like" an eternity, likely another supplied feeling that I have no choice in accepting.
Speaking of which, there are currently two independent (sort of) events of miners trapped underground, one in China (since rescued), and another in Utah as a consequence of an earthquake. Having commented in the past about the astonishing number of mine cave-ins, deaths and their dispersion all over the globe, from China, Poland, USSR, USA, Australia, I don't consider the current two events unrelated. Except this time, there seems to be some incentive for the perps to have the miners trapped, but alive, as a regular 8 to 10 (or more) hour shift isn't enough for the perps to determine whatever energetics interaction they are after. And too, it serves the perp's cause to have everyone connected with this under duress, as part of the harassment modus operandi I have come to know and despair. In other words, it isn't "good enough" for the sickos to send their own operatives down on a "camping trip", with sufficient food and resources to stay a week, but instead, they have the need to stress the living hell out of all the involved parties. My cynical take on this is that next comes the miners exhange; sending Asian miners to Idaho, and Caucasian miners to China, for an "exchange" program. (And somehow, I don't think that cynical tone is my own, normally I am more respectful). And I am not intending to be disrespectful of anyone involved in these current tragedies.
And I am still mystified as to what it is that the perps are after when industrial deep mining has been going on for over two hundred years, and the derived products, coal predominantly, are extracted and shipped halfway around the world. I am not going to solve this one, but it is interesting that the noisescape gone to the all-quiet mode as I write this, save some selective hallway pounding. Interestingly, my father started work as coal geologist in the UK, visiting deep shaft mines. His work in Canada involved surface mining in northern British Columbia.
1645h
I am getting the sleepy treatment, but while this was happening, the perps put on a siren cascade, as in faked emergency vehicles, as there was no sound of their engines, just the sirens.
1800h
The above sleep treatment lasted until the sirens went off, and then I was allowed to "come to", and not get the usual nap attack at 1700h. Then onto dinner, where I was using a particular tapenade for the first time in 8 months, as it had "disappeared" from the product line, having some red pepper in it, and as a likely consequence, the perps pulled a rage-fication show, getting me riled up with crumb hoppings, jabbings in the nuts, and a host of other hassles that kept me on the rant. I haven't had one of these for a week or more at that specific interval of making dinner, and I reckon, in the perps perverse manner, it was the "event" (to them) of using and eating this particular food item for the first time since the imposed "shortage". Small events become big hassles for the small minds who continue to screw with my life.
Then, instead of lines of brown crumbs that "arrived" on the dinner plate, I get six pairs of brown crumbs, with crumbs equispaced within the pair. Fucking absurd that I get treated to this banality everyday, and even more perverse is that there is thousands of assholes too gutless to front for their depravity, and who must have a billion dollar budget over this indulgence. One more aspect of this sick minded campaign that I don't get.
As it is a long holiday weekend here, the perps may have gone on holiday for the weekend, as they were positively absent when taking the bus to my parent's place yesterday. Only two parties; one male lug who made sure I saw his disgusting tatoos on his arms, more than once (read, mind-controlled attention), and a pair of Asians nattering in their native tongue. And that was it for most of the 25 minute bus ride, not the "usual" stacked freakshow or 20 or more "passengers" doing their elegant swapping and moving about, all nicely color coordinated, skin color too. But the bus driver did stop and shutdown the bus in mid-route for no apparent reason, as it was not a timing point, and from what I could tell, this was for the parade of vehicles to pass by, color and type (sedan, two door, convertible etc.) coordinated as they were, travelling in both directions. I suspect that the assholes will unload on me tomorrow in some way, or perhaps later this week. Another shit storm no doubt, now that they have brought this one back from a two month absence.
2010h
I am currently getting the radiant glow from a "reflective" spotlight, for the third time this evening. There are now three apartment towers that take on this newfound "reflectivity" at dusk time, and each has its own color cast. First the silver faux reflection from some 20 suites with silver colored venetian blinds, then a whitish cast from the closet tower (an errant window "happens" to beam down upon me), and the pink tower, some 500' away puts on a yellowish tone as I type this.
In conjunction, I got the hallway door thuddings, elegantly timed coughing and hacking, crockery crashing, and from the street, the usual parade of vehicular noise with an extra supplement of street hollaring.
2155h
More conspiratorial investigation; these videos by Phil Schneider, a geologist that worked on many underground bases, each, an average of four cubic miles. And there are over 121 of them, which he equates to subversion, a fair statement. And he indicates that the current tunneling technology of boring and then lining with concrete for stability has long been surpassed by a machine with a hot plasma bit that vitrifies the rock, and thereby cuts and disposes of the rock and lines the tunnel in one pass. Hence, they can do over seven miles a day.
And as I write this, the crockery bashing has started up in the hallway, and now more chatting outside my door. In the least, the perps are replicating the proximate events of my last residence, the putative rooming house. And while listening to the above video, the perps totally trashed my ability to read, forcing me into listen-only mode. Now strange smells are being cranked up my nose.
2230h
More typo sabotage; it is getting nuts that I am forced to make five attempts to key in a four letter word. The perps especially like to have me type two of the same wrong letters instead of two of the correct letters. Go figure, but the sabotage has been totally consistent on this one for over 12 months now.
Time to call this day done, and blog off. Hopefully no more typos or syntax sabotage above.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Fifth Year Anniversary of Harassment
1130h
Today marks the fifth year the perps descended upon me in sustained harassment and sabotage barrage that has not let up. On that date, they took me asleep out of my apartment, and some 10 hours later returned me, and to then lay on this bizarre display of masers, plasma beams, sonic assaults and many others. After that, they settled in for nonstop gangstalking, even at work, plus all the harassment that continues to this day.
And to commemorate this, they have launched a fruit fly assault, by having one appear and disppear in front of the LCD display, and then driving it toward my face. And magically I trap it in my hand, and it "somehow" escapes. Other variants of this stunt are to have a fuzzy black maser zinger "substitute" itself in place of the fruit fly as I am tracking it. The possibilities are endless.
1200h
An iteration of door slamming, vision impairments, outside vehicles with loud mufflers, glass bottle bashing, masers and plasma beams is continuing; the operative herd is on the move, along with the excessive noise that goes with it. Now, the overhead clunking has arrived in this pre-lunchtime noise, vibration, plasma, vision etc. assault. As always, there are certain trigger words and concepts that bring on extra noise, today it is prisons, punishment, torture, governmental malfeasance by design (e.g. US prosecutors firings), fuel cells and a few others that don't come to mind. As always, specific transpositions and typos are continuing, so it is best I start another journaling later.
1405h
A continuation of above noisestalking flurries is in progress, now after lunch. All the unlikely and stupid noises, with the occasional replica noise from outside.
I am getting more perceptual fuckovers; an object in peripherial vision becomes "attached" to the wrong meaning altogether, and forcing me to look at it just to confirm it is what it always was. For example, some black paint on the opposite wall which has been there for months now, "somehow" gets tagged with the notion (as in planted mind-fuck notion) that it is someone sitting on the stairs above it. Any of these kind of "errors" need to be corrected by looking at the object, which was probably the intent in the first place. Funny how these very fundamental problems never get mentioned at the doctor's office, though I suspect that if I did, he would be obligated to take some action, something he isn't inclined to do in any event, as he knows all this is planted on me by the assholes, and he likely has already been paid off in some way.
And the perps are noisetalking me all over when I am looking at cinema series; there is a fixation they have anytime I percieve of a face or body part, especially with varied colors of yellow, purple, brown etc. skin tones, which I am sure the assholes have arranged.
1520h
I am off to my parents' for a Feral Family Gangstalk, and as PC access is limited there, I will call this a post for the day.
Today marks the fifth year the perps descended upon me in sustained harassment and sabotage barrage that has not let up. On that date, they took me asleep out of my apartment, and some 10 hours later returned me, and to then lay on this bizarre display of masers, plasma beams, sonic assaults and many others. After that, they settled in for nonstop gangstalking, even at work, plus all the harassment that continues to this day.
And to commemorate this, they have launched a fruit fly assault, by having one appear and disppear in front of the LCD display, and then driving it toward my face. And magically I trap it in my hand, and it "somehow" escapes. Other variants of this stunt are to have a fuzzy black maser zinger "substitute" itself in place of the fruit fly as I am tracking it. The possibilities are endless.
1200h
An iteration of door slamming, vision impairments, outside vehicles with loud mufflers, glass bottle bashing, masers and plasma beams is continuing; the operative herd is on the move, along with the excessive noise that goes with it. Now, the overhead clunking has arrived in this pre-lunchtime noise, vibration, plasma, vision etc. assault. As always, there are certain trigger words and concepts that bring on extra noise, today it is prisons, punishment, torture, governmental malfeasance by design (e.g. US prosecutors firings), fuel cells and a few others that don't come to mind. As always, specific transpositions and typos are continuing, so it is best I start another journaling later.
1405h
A continuation of above noisestalking flurries is in progress, now after lunch. All the unlikely and stupid noises, with the occasional replica noise from outside.
I am getting more perceptual fuckovers; an object in peripherial vision becomes "attached" to the wrong meaning altogether, and forcing me to look at it just to confirm it is what it always was. For example, some black paint on the opposite wall which has been there for months now, "somehow" gets tagged with the notion (as in planted mind-fuck notion) that it is someone sitting on the stairs above it. Any of these kind of "errors" need to be corrected by looking at the object, which was probably the intent in the first place. Funny how these very fundamental problems never get mentioned at the doctor's office, though I suspect that if I did, he would be obligated to take some action, something he isn't inclined to do in any event, as he knows all this is planted on me by the assholes, and he likely has already been paid off in some way.
And the perps are noisetalking me all over when I am looking at cinema series; there is a fixation they have anytime I percieve of a face or body part, especially with varied colors of yellow, purple, brown etc. skin tones, which I am sure the assholes have arranged.
1520h
I am off to my parents' for a Feral Family Gangstalk, and as PC access is limited there, I will call this a post for the day.
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