Back From the USA

07-10-2018
An eight hour drive to get to Bellevue WA, and a six hour drive to get back. The reason for the differential was the I-90 was going at 20mph at best for a long stretch, from the 970 junction to well west of Snoqualmie Pass. All that Sunday holiday traffic returning to the big city it seemed, though there were some road works and perhaps a lane closure. I hadn't been back that way since 2003, and while I didn't get to Seattle, Bellevue seemed similar with the huge array of tall buildings that weren't there then.

Whole Foods is now in Bellevue, and I went there to grab some road food for the return trip. The stalkers were all over my ass, the parking lot was full, even if it was Sunday at 2000h.

The ADD clinic doctor seemed to be legitimately interested and foccussed on attaining a solution, a total turnaround from the shit storm of stupidity and high belligerence from the last four shrinks who ignored the 2001 brain scan that trumped their ridiculous hypothesizing, akin to "throwing darts in the dark" as the clinic founder has publicly stated. I got my Rx filled too, and suffered major sticker shock for a generic ADD Rx. (Later, I took the bottle to the local pharmacy and they keyed it in and told me that it would of been $60CA instead of the $410CA I had paid for it in Bellevue). Hopefully I can get the Rx script rewritten here next time.

My daughter finally called three days after my birthday; busy etc. Some general talk about this and that, then she asked me if anything else was going on. My answer was "no", as she would certainly serve as a ready information conduit to the rest of the First Feral Family and sabotage, or at least denigrate, my new ADD Rx, per above mentioned clinic visit. Been there, had it done to me, so the First Feral Family can go fuck themselves as they have been pointedly unhelpful in all this, if not fully participating.

What is it about me that the perps find so interesting that they need to hound my ass in the supermarket, with all of 10 customers? The constant repeating stalkers who keep showing up just where I need to go next, and then repeat, as in a gangstalking reprise.  Put the Fuckwit on at the front, in aisles, at back, at the cashier, and then in the parking lot. Give it a rest.

Then too, they stepped up the Fuckwits who just (repeatedly) "happen" to be located at the very section I wanted to visit. I call them "sentries", whose main job is to then cause me to redirect my intended path, now well tuned for maximum efficiency as I buy the same foods all the time. So, no good habit goes unsabotaged (in perp mind think), so have the victim walk a longer path all over the place avoiding these sentries until they move on.

Then the parking lot fuckery was also ramped up for no reason; two more vehicles around me in this huge unused parking lot. And they weren't done yet, as a third Fuckwit in a Ford truck, the same paint color as my Ford Escape, pulls in to my driver side after waiting for me to enter my vehicle, headlights on of course. Not only do I get an extra obvious pit-lamping at my vehicle when entering the driver's side, he then pulls in beside me just before I departed. Like WTF; again, a huge unused parking lot, and the Fuckwit "needs" to pull in beside me. How stupid, if only from the safety perspective.

A rain in the morning prevented an early start in the vineyard, ensured my first ADD Rx intake in15 years was begun at home; 0900h seems to be the presnt self-assigned intake time. I didn't get to the vineyard until 1200h, and even then the rain was off and on, and when it finally relented, the vine leaves were still wet and flicking water about.

07-11-2018
Sunny in the vineyard today, though I only worked until 1300h. The leg waxing imperative took over, which is normally scheduled for weekends, but as they are short staffed of late, it is only what I could get. As to its prescribed timing on the heels of coming back from Bellevue WA, and now two days on my stimulant Rx, I have no idea. The Rx is giving me a mild lift, in that I don't feel so fatigued, though last night's sleep games seems to be mighty peculiar, though I don't know why.

After work yesterday, I "only" had a 45 min. nap instead of the "usual" 120-180 min. (aka nap attack), and so I thought I had it made in terms of having a regular night's sleep. But no; I was awake for four hours before I could get to sleep, getting some 3 hours rest in all. I even got to work early by 15 min, an unheard experience all of this year until this morning.

07-12-2018
A 3.5 hour dental surgery job this afternoon. It is called a "sinus lift" where they drill into one's jawbone and then push a membrane (sinus) away from the teeth and then insert bone graft material to then cause bone to grow in this new cavity. Which is a prerequisite for then growing sufficient bone for inserting anchors for implants once the bone graft has taken in some six months or so.

A long time horizontal in the dental chair for sure, with two people hovering over me, and also planting their knee or thigh up against me as well. (The assistant was a white Caucasian woman, and the dental surgeon was an E. Indian male). And too, wearing their funky sunglasses with blue lenses instead of my regular glasses. And why did this even attract so many fuzzy maser balls zinging around in my vision, often between me and them for the whole time? It just never let up, and after some year's of relative infrequency, the perps went berserk with this kind of invasive harassment. Sure, the Naugahyde covered chair was brown colored, and the multicultural event (one white, one brown) was also interesting from the perp perspective, or was it that human bone tissue was inserted into the cavity? And whose bone tissue, or is it an amalgam of many? Who knows, but one can be sure the perps had this one covered given their incessant games of having ambulatory couples split apart for me to walk between them, and the careful procession of selected stalkers.

Two such stalkers were a pair of negroes doing some kind of pointless troll through the drug store, crossing my path twice and paralleling me down the next aisle. I had just picked up my four Rx for the dental surgery post-operative recovery, and these, plus at least three other parties were all over my ass then. Like WTF; why is picking up an Rx such a gangstalked event? It cannot just be the post-financial transaction timing, as surely we have been through so many of these in so many circumstances for the past 16 years of this abuse-athon.

As to why this confluence of disruptions this week, and during the working day, I have no idea. Monday, all day, I was in Bellevue WA, then drove back for six hours the same day, so one day down. Then the rain came on Tuesday morning, so only a four hour work day. Then Wednesday the wax appointment lopped off 1.5 hours, and then today's dental surgery took three hours off my work day. The latter three subsequent to taking my new ADD Rx on Tuesday. And as it "happens", I am to take Friday, Saturday and Sunday off for post-operative recovery. This one was planted on me after the dental surgery today, and wasn't mentioned in advance, done like a real doctor. Full disclosure means nothing to them because they can have the medical assistant deliver the news for them. So, a totally messed up week, and I was totally screwed in thinking that I would get to make up work hours for the next three days. Well done, perps. One very expensive week, and then the screw me out of work days as well.

I saw all six episodes of Netflix' Wild, Wild Country, about the Rajneeshee takeover of Antelope OR, and the rest of the cult's aggrandizing games. One part that I don't understand is how the main operators, the Bagwan, and his right hand woman, Sheela, got off so lightly. In the latter case she was sentenced to three 20 year terms for federal offenses, and was out in 29 months. (A plea bargain deal for sure, but the evidence was very strong). And she was wanted on charges in Oregon, but when she got out of federal prison early, the federal authorities somehow "forgot" to mention that to the Oregon authorities, and by then she had scooted from the US. How convenient.

One of her criminal acts was the largest bioterrorism incident in the US; some 751 people in The Dalles were poisoned with salmonella that was cultured on the Rajneesh property in their lab. The evidence was strong, so WTF. And the bitch had the gall to say, probably after her jail time was over, "so some people got sick, people are getting sick all the time". What a huge irony it is that she now owns and runs two hospices in Switzerland. And of course she was promoting her care giving abilities in the final episode that covered her post Rajneeshee life. As to why the interviewer didn't skewer her with this monstrous incongruity I don't know. And why do the Swiss authorities let her run nursing homes with that kind of criminal background (mass poisoning), I have no idea. It just doesn't add up, but perhaps there are other legal machinations I am unaware of.

With some 5,000 of the members of the Rajneesh wearing red, maroon or pink, surely that had to be of perp interest or oversight, as they cannot get enough of clothing colors and its bioenergetic effects. Though to be fair, (with a few exceptions noted above and following) I didn't see any unconventional events or circumstances that would of tipped their hand. You know, those arranged "coincidences". But it was clear that someone gave Sheela and the Rajneeshis an excuse to arm themselves to the teeth with semi-automatic weapons and guards. Apparently, an Islamic nutter (same old story), set a bomb off in the Rajneeshee hotel in Portland OR (no one killed, ahem), and Sheela took this to be the work of the hostile locals (who she antagonized to begin with), which served as the rationale for the armament efforts.

My two main complaints with this six hour episode; what exactly were these teachings of the Bagwan that captivated so many well educated people. And also, why didn't the documentary interviewers ask questions about the incongruities of their behaviors versus their teachings? Giving an open microphone to that ever prevaricating and dissembling chameleon, Sheela, for so much air time was absurd. Ditto for Stork and Tolkes, the lawyer for the Rajneeshees. One episode should of been devoted to the experience of the followers, as it seems, it was more about separating and isolating people, and the few children there didn't fare well either.

I could go on, but the current documentary style of vapid interviewers, (if that), who cannot call these actors out on their past treachery seems over indulgent to say the least. The Rajneeshees got off lightly in this documentary; there were prior criminal activities of prostitution rings, drug running in India, and the former in California too. And the financial backers didn't get full mention; Sheela's family, heiresses of two major corporations in the US as well. Plus, the Bagwan had plenty of nasty things to say about Jews and Hitler; likely not part of his "teachings" I am sure. And too, the ALCU backed the Rajneeshees in their claim of being harassed by government authorities, also not mentioned. A good binge watching documentary, but missing some vital details, and as mentioned, there was too much ass-kissing of the perpetrators (of the day) who got obligatory crying time, a perverse high water benchmark of accomplishment in journalism these days.

Another irony demanding further inquiry that should of been directed at Jane Stork, the Australian woman who came under the Rajneeshee's and Sheela's spell, was that the cult dissuaded members from having children and called for abortions and sterilization. So Jane Stork arrived in Oregon at the Rajneeshee's commune with two children, and fully participated in the cult's organizational ambitions,intimating that she at least distanced herself from her son on more than one occasion. (As well as articulating the strident and militant Rajneeshee message at public hearings). When she finally rejected Rajneeshee-ism some years later, she stated in the documentary that the re-acceptance by her parents in Australia meant all to her, and it proved that family was all important. Quite the turnaround, which begged for some kind of interviewer question to bridge the two. Again, another case of giving the perceived victims/perpetrators too much unfettered air time gives the impression that the documentary was over indulgent, not unlike the Oregon newspapers of the day.

07-14-2017
Five good days of solid sunshine, including three for my post-operative recovery. I laid around outside yesterday, getting tanned as I haven't had a chance for a few weeks. Now Saturday, and lo, if the assholes didn't blank me out of going to the Farmer's Market downtown, something I had been planning to do.

And they didn't let me sleep at all last night, pummeling me with imagery of their imaginary characters, two of the main three having died now. Lots of funeral "footage'. And another theme that got new prominence is that the remaining character is now into managing a firm to make sea-shell material artificially, in sheets and blocks and custom shapes, quite the feat as it has never been done. And too, turning this into products with all the essential promotion that would be needed.

Also, I was pummeled with imagery of my body hairs close up, short ones that are in need of shaving or plucking. This got so invasive that I had to spin my head from side to side to eliminate them, which it did every time

Now afternoon, and I am much reduced in activity due to no sleep last night. Even these "split shift" sleeps, where have got nailed with a 2-3 hour nap attack around 1600-1900h, of the last six months, always allowed me to get to sleep around midnight. But not last night for some strange reason.

I did some reading outside in the shade of the tree, and besides these incessant maser balls flicking around, they kept grinding me with overflight noise, one single engine aircraft came over at least 6x, easily the noisiest kind of them all. Add in intervening HD noise in adjacent streets, plus a scooter that really needed to turn around outside the gate, it just seems that someone was up to their usual noise inundation games. Alternating sources of internal combustion engine noise, (from air, from the ground) is nothing new.

07-15-2018
I did my usual hike today, even if it was a little on the energetic side for post-operative surgery instructions. Yesterday's lying around was sufficient incentive, abetted by no prior sleep,  been aided by other unconventional means. That meant sky clad tanning too, as I was off-trail with no one around. The "usual" (read, imposed) too-late start to hiking again, which absolutely infuriates me. They had me get up late after an almost decent night's sleep, and then get motivated to clean up the shower stall. By the time I got to the trail head it was 1200h, at least 2 hours later than I wanted. They just keep pulling this particular shit and it absolutely pisses me off.       

The trail gangstalking was on the low side, save for one couple who came down the regular trail and took the route at the junction I was on. (I was outbound, so they should of just followed the route back). It was a first, but the real question remains is why do they keep showing up at trail junctions? Same old, same old; changing direction of travel is a huge deal to the perps.

Anyhow, I am too wiped out and getting too much typo sabotage to continue. Enough for the week.

De-realization and Ear Pressure Imbalance

1250h
A game going on here, starting this in an IE tab but the font changing games suddenly started up and I closed it out, after being forced to close the wrong tab, and then started a new Firefox browsing tab. The latter has plenty of feature stripped problems too, but no font changing games.

The perps have developed some new tortures, and new torture combinations by extension. The differential ear pressure games began yesterday, where one ear, feeling like the whole side of one's head, is at a differnt pressure than the other. Very disorienting, and made all the worse that swallowing or yawning don't appear to remedy the problem. Then they apply some temporal lobe de-energizing which make one feel very de-realized, spacey and unfocussed. Put these two tortures together, and add some overall cognitive fog just while the victim is doing something that needs focus, like opening the package of coffee, and one is in a total fugue state. That is, they cannot even understand how to open a package when they have done this many times before, with only perp imposed adversities like the package sticking together more than it once did. And, if I haven't mentioned it before, package opening is always a big deal for the perps, especially food items, and all the more so for their very favorite brown color reference, coffee. And that is what was opened this morning to great consternation over this imposed befuddlement  over a very simple task. Stupider and stupider is how the perps seem to be managing me, and it is one of the very consistent trends over nearly nine years of this depraved abuse.

Then they repeated this two level harassment again while making lunch a few minutes ago; it seemed that the tight plastic wrapped cheese was extra adverse, but also they were screwing me as to what I was doing and for what reason. This followed opening the olive oil bottle for similar reasons, the one that was sitting for over four months as I had switched to coconut oil. And lo, if I wasn't screwed out of going shopping this morning, as the coconut oil ran out. And for that matter, at least two prior shopping trips as well, these strategic "forgets" that end up fueling their games in having me switch to a new source of cooking oil. The cooking and ingestion of fats and oils is a big deal for the perps, and they have also stiffed me with a bottle of avocado oil that was opened and not used due to the dearth of decent salad at the grocery store.

Now the sirens have started up, at least the third set this morning, and one wonders what has happened to this town when there are so many compared to prior to  2002 when they went overt/beserk on me.

Other imposed adversity was to have the fuzzy maser balls zinging about in central vision while eating lunch, and to then evade them in part by moving my head and having more complexity of colors and shapes in the background. If I rested my eyes on the plain wall or dinner plate, why, the maser balls in at least a formation of a travelling pair would zing about in my vision.

1355h
A short ten minute round trip to the local supermarket at 1330h, and hordes of gangstalkers were about, worse than Christmas even. And of course, the freakshow; ponytailed dude for 3 stalkings, the white pants, the dude clusters -4 in store, and aisle blockings -at least two and likely a few more freak configurations that I am not allowed to recall. Interestingly, on this post-nut shave day, there were no gangstalkers loitering in the lobby like there nearly always is.

1845h
A round of ripping CD's this afternoon, mostly without incident. The first CD I put after dinner, a totally different story; it errored out and had to be stopped with an alternative ripper used. So it would seem that it is important to the perps which music ripping software I use, and of course the odd CD that gets partially done in one, and has to be re-ripped in another. Fascinating for sickos.

And a thundering overhead noise heard through the earmuffs as I select the FLAC output over the WAV output. More excitement for sick minds.

2045h
The post-evening tea-time with chocolate moment; when I go back online they start up the tapping noise, then the dude talk heard through my earmuffs, and I suspect a few more. Also a burp erupting in my throat, and I never had those before. Now, the overhead rumbling for at least three times, that sound of a sliding door that manages to track me wherever I am in this apartment; desk, bathroom, kitchen or over my bed when I go to sleep for the night.


Taken 01-23-2011. All vehicles are stopped and note the lead vehicle in the closest lane stopped almost one vehicle length beyond the stop line. This is how they drive in this town now, and never did, and I have never seen it anywhere else either. I reckon having the white stop line under the vehicle gives the perps more white-black contrast, and this is important as they always put contrasting crumbs or lint on my clothing or bedding.

Taken 01-30-2011, 1147:48h; similar deal with the three grayscale colors (white, silver-grey (in tonal variants)). The closest lane is stopped at the light, the further one is parked at the stalls that permit parking except for rush hour.

Taken 01-30-2011, 1147:53h; similar, just swapping in more greyscale colored vehicles to arrange them around the red vehicle. The color red seems to be very problematic on many fronts for the perps.

Taken 01-23-2011; I put this up a few blog postings ago, and am bringing it back again to compare to the above pics, having them all in once place.

Taken 020-5-2011; this is supposed to be an fire emergency of a 17 story residential tower, and this is all we get for a building evacuation. Yet another "yellow truck brigade", aka Victoria (city) Fire Department doing their perp assisting thing. I cannot count the times they have "shown up" in my proximity over the last 8 years of gangstalking abuse, but over one hundred, though not all were emergencies. That doesn't count the Oak Bay (municipality) and the Saanich (municipality) Fire Departments and their proclivity to parade red fire trucks in my proximity, likely half that of Victoria.

2145h
The latest game in the course of the CD album ripping is to have the face of the artist on the front cover, and "bug me" as if the person themselves was staring at me, and not a picture. I think we did this a long time ago, but they are still at it, as well as the odd maser beam or wisp flowing off this LCD display where the picture is also presented for purposes of adding cover art to the ripped files.

2240h
The earmuffs had to come off, as the perp were using them as an excuse to make chirpy noises as if they were in contact with my shoulders, which they are not. Then the ear suction games started, erupting each time I turned left or right to get a CD or put one in the PC. Again, no putative cause, just gratuitous noise, plus the suction games they like to play. Once off, they started the siren noise from outside.


2400h
And I see my attempts to get rid of an orange colored icon next to my music files has been obstructed; Tthey stiffed me with this ugly icon next to all the FLAC files and I attempted to change this, and lo, if the FLAC files did not show up in the list of file extensions when it is the most prolific file type on this PC.

Enough adversity for one day, never mind the sudden reduction in vision as they scuffed my eyeglasses with something like they do most nights.

Disruption; Brown on Brown

1210h
A busy morning, and hopefully my notes of events (below) make sense;-vacuuming erupts outside my door as I type this.


-a nut shave last night, then I sleep naked (normally with underwears), and a fresh pair of underwearwhen I get up and have breakfast,
-some provocations at breakfast; aka rage-ifications like crumbs coming in from nowhere and resisting pickup as they somehow fly out of my hands,
-a forced pee while eating cereal, the partial bowl-full left at the table while I went to the bathroom,
-as the toilet was flushing and while washing my hands, the phone rings;UPS wants to deliver a parcel,
-I get clothes on for meeting UPS delivery guy, wait standing stil for a minute until he arrives,
-sign the UPS electronic pad (read, EMF emitting device with LCD screen) for the brown box from the guy dressed in a brown uniform,
-leave parcel of two books on the floor while finishing cereals,
-finish breakfast, then shower,
-just after shaving my face and the full frontal with some abdominal overlap from last night, (naked again), the phone rings,
-I wasn't going to answer it, but was strangely compelled, and it was the attractive blonde optician telling me that my eyeglasses arrived, but need another day to be looked at locally for the coating removal (and as the assholes reminded me, what I do for an attractive blonde womanwhile,- answer the phone naked),
-finish up my dental hygiene routine, with a screaming rage show also imposed over the repeated fuckery of the dental floss not falling from my hand into the garbage recepticle below, but defying conventional gravitic forces to somehow remain stuck (done to me over a hundred times by now),
-I open the parcel and have a look at the two books and leaf through pages for a minute or two to and determine that both books were good choices (caveat here), 
-then I set off to the bank to get more coin rolls for the new laundry machine coin denominations,
-the strange Scottish seeming cleaning woman of this apartment  block somehow arrived in mid block, outsie and walking toward me, this time saying hello instead of her look-away pose she put on last time.
-a negro dude at the corner, strangely moves one leg out and back, and then stares at me directly behind him (I hadn't made any noise, so what caused him to turn around?),
- I arrive at the bank to get coins, and lo, if the negro dude didn't tail me in there a minute or so after I arrived and was at the next wicket,
-then I hang onto the white paper wrapped coin rolls in my pocket to stop them pulling down the jacket and proceed two blocks N, and note the truck with a pallet load of brown cardboard boxes on the curb,
-and a a clustering around behind me; that seems to be the latest, having the gangstalking pedestrians line up 4' directly behind me at controlled intersections,
-and then I proceed to the outdoors store, get the usual flush of gangstalking dudes as I enter the store, who seem not to have a day job,
-then I try on shoes and after selecting the Patagonia Ranger Smith walking shoes, and go to the central line up for the cashiers, I have a dude line up of four ahead of me, with a woman on the side with a child in a stroller,
-after a minute or so, the dudes in line ahead of me move sideways and reveal a bald baby  in the stroller, (more of these slow reveals of Unfavored features again),
-according to some unspoken command, the woman with the child in the stroller inserts herself into the cashier line up and goes ahead of dude who was waiting, and who didn't seem to mind,
-then some dude with a yellow pack in hand who seems to want to purchase it, comes in the central line up after me, backs up, hides behind the pillar, and then lines up behind me, and then he is gone again, then he is back, and by the time I exit the line up and go to a cashier, a new cast of characters (all males) is in place,
-and when I am about to exit the store, the back and forthing dude is now near the exit, holding onto his yellow colored purchase/yellow color reference,
-a no bags policy at the outdoor store, and no offer of one to sell me, so I pack the brown cardboard shoebox home, hanging onto the heavy coin rolls in my pocket in the other hand (that's white paper in my L pocket, brown shoebox in my R hand outside my jacket),
-and when I arrive at this apartment block front doors, and switch hands to retrieve my keys for the front door, why, at least four fuzzy black maser balls arrive from both sides and plant themselves in front of me.

1820h
A relatively calm afternoon putzing on the interweb, though never without constant transitory vision impairments and fuzzy black maser balls moving about in my view.

Per above morning time events, and after I get back; the assholes screwed me into "thinking" (read, planted notion) this was Tuesday all morning, and then the phone rings from the dentist's office and then they screw me out of reading who is calling on the display, and once the dental receptionist tells me that I have an appointment tomorrow, I am totally fucked/confused as I "think" it is not tomorrow but two days from now. I hesitantly say "yes", I will be there at 0900h, put down the phone and then check my diary, and lo, if I don't "find out" that today is Wednesday. The assholes totally fucked me for the entire morning planting the notion of it being Tuesday, and even ran an internal self-dialog to support this notion. All over fucking me/surprising me with the fact that it wasn't. Are the perps as deranged and fucked in the head as I think they are?

And the day-of-the-week knowledge was first remotely dithered back in 2004, when my brother "happened" to come by and as part of the conversation asked me what day of the week it was. I said one day, and he said nothing, and it was only after he departed did the perps let me in on the fact that I had been fucked over my day-of-the-week cognition. This was the first time in my life that I had got such a notion wrong, and yet somehow it "happened" and my perp abetting asshole brother didn't say anything at the time, or later. And of course, it has only got worse since then, on all fronts of cognition, even self-talk isn't that any more, but planted.

2245h
An evening shopping visit to the local supermarket, and yet again, the Unfavoreds, freaks and weirds have been arranged all around me. I walk into the store, and lo, if there isn't a negro male and his small child dithering and obstructing the entrance. I take an alternate route, and lo, if there isn't a dreadlock wearing dude (Unfavored for both features) ahead of me. I get to the olive oil section to purchase a new kind just for salads and not heating in the frypan. The latest perp obsession/experiment is to have me use coconut oil for cooking my tortillas, and olive oil only for salads when it served both purposes before. After a minute or two, I find something, and when I step out of the aisle, why, the negroes are there again. I walk two aisle ends E bound to get to the coffee section and three dudes suddenly arrive from aisles to get ahead of me, and another is on "just stand there" duty, looking totally stupid, until he turns on his heels to get right on my tail. I turn into the coffee aisle an he goes straight on. Since they have the coffee grinder pre-stalked I look for pre-ground coffee, as all I could find were whole beans.

I am allowed to find some pre-ground coffee, a brand that had been there all along, and yet the perps never made known to me, having "overlooked" all these past 7 years or so, when they choked down the supply of ground coffee. I head back into the E bound aisle, and lo, if a disgusting orange hoodie male gangstalker isn't in lead-ahead position toward the cooked chicken counter, where the orange colored (paprika sauce basted) chickens are. I walk past there to the chocolate section, and get chocolate, and then a red shirted Fuckwit is all over me. I head two aisles back, and lo, if the dreadlock dude isn't yet again in the same pose, heading away from me. I turn to go back to the checkouts, and lo, if the negroes are there, posing again. The same two Unfavoreds somehow arrange to arrive at the E. end of the store and present themselves back to back in reverse order from the W. end of the store. I get to the checkouts, and encounter the "just standing there" dude again, and get to a checkout. A glass and plastic bottle "recycling"/collecting scum dude is 6' away, making lots of noise and movement with his bottles as I go through the financial transaction with my debit card. The perps are all over me all the time for any financial transaction of any kind in any form, be it bus fare, by mailed check, laundry machine, cash or debit card or by online methods. Here they were again, with another gangstalker "customer" doing the chatting with the cashier while I transacted. I get the fuck out of the store, and a herd of three parties is sweeping toward me, and then I see the "just standing there" dude skulking in the shadows. There were seven vehicles in the parking lot outbound, all white or silver grey, and about twelve there when I was heading back, and they added mid-grey and black vehicles, still keeping to greyscale colors. Anyhow, no major weirds on the way back or in the elevator, but it seems they like to have me go out at night time.

Back to the cooking and salad oil, a major interest for the perps in their control and management of what I eat. There is no question they have a big interest in what food oils I eat, and for the past seven years of living alone, I have always used olive oil for salads and cooking. But in keeping with their imposed agenda, and this sudden "interest" (read planted notion/research topic), in coconuts and how healthy they are, the perps have now started me on using coconut oil to heat in the frypan, and olive oil to have with salads. So... here we have a time line as to their food intake studies; seven fucking years to study me on using olive oil and only now are the assholes changing my food oil into two types, apart from any oils I would ingest from foodstuffs. This doesn't look good for any immediate relief from this insane abuse, or for any other TI. My estimate for all TI's is to count on this insane fuckery going for another four years, 2014 or later. As part of their olive oil studies, they had both my perp abetting mother and in-town brother using olive oil, when neither of them formerly used it. And both have had their olive oil bottles out on display anytime I visit. My mother is from the UK, and olive oil wasn't part of her diet or her cooking, so I find it most odd that she has switched to olive oil about four years ago, and puts it on display on the counter, even the same brand as I use for crissakes. I only started to use olive oil when I first moved out of the house as a young adult as it was the most availible cooking oil in the ethnic part of Vancouver that I lived in.

Enough of the pedantic, and onto another busy day tomorrow, a doubling up of dental hygeine appointment (read, mouth open) and then yoga (read, spine twisting)later before noon. Should be fucking nuts with gangstalking; I can now successfully predict their intensified jerkaround habits.

The Night Before Yoga

1950h
A Thursday yoga day, and the perps prepared me by keeping me up late for hours, and then having me lapse into a light REM sleep and woke me up as I was going down on the Titantic, their imposed dream. They kept me awake for another 30 minutes listening to loud vehicle noise from outside, one after the other, as if there was some kind major arterial street, which there isn't.

This kept me up for three hours before yoga, now resuming after Christmas break. They had the yoga class site covered in two directions outside the room; a gardening maintenance crew out side with their pickup and white box trailer parallel to the building on the E. side, and then in the hallway a number of renovations and plastic on the floor was in progress on the W. side. Thankfully they didn't apply the noise too extensively from these two sources, though the former would start up their leaf blowers on big back twistings late in the practice. And lo, if among all the lint and crumbs that arrives around my mat there wasn't a 2" sprig of cedar branch end, and a brown leaf. Souvenirs from the landscape dudes it would seem, wanting to get some color and material reference objects that are plentiful on the outside to within 1' of the mat, inside of course.

In yoga there wasn't too many classroom disruptors; the new dude came in a hideous bright orange shirt which ended up in my right side peripherial vision. He also has grown an ridiculous hair bob which he ties up like a woman's. The regular attending woman with the intense red dyed hair was in the shaded corner, and then featured herself outside at the end of the class for me to see just how fugly her iridescent red hair color was. The perps also put on at least ten minutes of very fast lighting changes, ostensibly from the sun and windy conditions with fast moving clouds, totally unnatural IMHO. I had my usual accompanying dude flush (gangtalking posse) to cover me from yoga back to my place, an intensely monitored and structured event. It seems all those spine twistings and extendings serve a purpose following yoga, and hence the freakshow; this time the dudes with camo pants and black hoodie jackets, like uniforms almost. And, the dog with them, as part of the show; it is almost de rigeur to have dogs and kids around me these days. I noticed the the bakery on the way to and back from yoga parked their 5' tall palette of brown flour bags on the sidewalk, wrapped in shrink wrap. The "pallet stalking" is still running strong, as is "bread stalking", this time in ingredient form. The bakery seemed to be getting its payout as it was being extensively refurbished inside.

I had the usual masers and plasma beams and projections flitting around when in yoga, and this has become so "normal" that I don't even bother to make much note of them. They have my mat near the brown canvas covered grand piano, and I suppose that it must offer a sizeable amount of "brownstalking" opportunity. I did notice that one zinger (small fuzzy blackish ball) came off the instructor, and zigagged a path from her to me while I was in a pose. Early stage 2002 harassment had straightline masers coming off the regularly spaced marks on the walls and passing through a work colleague and then through me. Another example of a similar situation was last year with some five or so dudes lined up at the gym, all appearing to be doing their own thing, when a straightline maser beam of an inch wide came through the wall and past all the dudes and then into me, without any sensation thankfully. I reckon this is to get near simultaneous magnetic interference readings from all parties and it may even be to correlate certain same body organs, bones etc.

I was a short lunch turnaround before heading back to the Disabilities Center to start my vocational and psychological testing, all to support my upcoming claim for computer skills upgrading. I did these over ten years ago when I was getting totally pissed off with undiagnosed learning conditions, and it was of some benefit, though doesn't permit one to be diagnosed with nonverbal learning disabilities which I am sure is the case, as it is with many with Attention Deficit Disorder. Of course there was plenty of perp noise while testing was underway; nearby chatting and overhead tromping, the latter not too different from my present overhead rumbling noise while I type this up. Funny how I have this similar noise follow me from my apartment to the testing location. The testing was two hours in duration, though it was interesting how I was prepped by the perps.

The test administrator was wheelchair bound and had a cup of coffee in a paper cup (read, browntalking) on the table beside her. And she offered me some water before we started, and which I accepted, and it came out of the cooler as red as "someone" had put in cranberry juice. So I was prepped with the red juice in me and the water/cooler vessel only 2' away behind me through the office glass windows. The testing went OK, and the perps kept my speaking ability on the stilted side, but not as bad as last time thankfully. It is likely they are controlling all of my responses, but are keeping it mostly "in character". I noticed that they laid on extra overhead pounding noise the instant I would finish the puzzles and complete the symbol decodings. I have at least three more sessions of testing and IMHO it is totally unneccessary, as I have plenty of past supporting tests and documentation. It is all part of the show it seems, and it is taking forever, now 6.5 years of this constrained, controlled, scripted and always adverse existence.

2115h
A new trend has developed among three correspondents in the last week, coming from the doubting Fuckwits. Today was an example where I had to explain that I could not answer the ADD test question adequately as I have had a sharply socially constrained life since the harassment began. (These were social interaction questions). I got the "excuse me" thing where they pretend not to know what I am refering to as to the radical change in my circumstances, so I had to explain it. Yesterday, the employment case worked lapsed into something like "my condition" so I was obliged to address this facile little dodge/mindfuck game by saying, "when the harassment started...". Last week I was suckered into phoning Ms. C of the story and she did her incurious inquiry along the lines of "how is your conditon....", and then she goes all quiet when I explain that it cannot be possibly clinical when hundreds of others have the same harassment by external parties. I don't know what the deal is, but it is most curious that three complicit assholes start this bullshit up within a week, when they know far more about it than I do. The perps can access my recall and could effectively make me believe it isn't happening and fabricate a substitute story to "believe" in, and yet they put me through three of these doubting Fuckwits in a week.

2230h
I was cleaning up and creating a full link blog posting but the overhead rumbling noise each time I selected, copied, pasted links and their descriptive text was becoming a total pain. Never mind that the earmuffs that I was wearing became louder than it is without them, and the two separate cascades of sirens noise that got through the hearing protective earmuffs.

A new TI, or new to me, who describes the situation accurately and that of my own; Peter Mooring of the Netherlands. How the perps decide to violate one person to the exception of others is something that is unkown to me, but his experiences match my own, and possibly at the same intensity level. Though, I haven't been nailed with the pain beams since late 2002, save for a debilitating "update" irradiation that went on for a few days in 2003.

Enough of the dreary TI life expose, and onto shuteye time, hoping that the assholes don't pull another stunt like last night. As usual, I have suffered no ill effects from the reduced sleep.

Clicks, Cheeps and Clunks

1310h
I got screwed out of shaving my mustache today; as I have been shaving the same way for over 35 years how is it that I would forget? Regular readers will know that my mind-keepers can dither one out of long established habits by some kind of remotely applied means, and nearly all other neurally encoded abilities; recall, speech, handedness, vision, perception, thought, -one's entire world.

A shut-in day is unfolding, save doing the laundry, always a perp fascination. It was augmented by a force play/mind-fuck where the month old purchased navy blue stretch cotton shirt was handwashed in parallel, using the same detergent. This particular garment had been machine washed twice but "somehow" it attracted more lint on it when laundered than what it had going in. Ergo, hand wash it was the planted notion. And that cascaded into a number of other noisestalking and vehicular gangstalking events.

The infernal coin operated laundry machines take quarters, five and six at a time, and so I buy rolls of them to have quarters on hand for this express purpose. While accessing the roll and counting them off, the navy blue colored refuse truck arrived outside and went through its loud noises of purportedly processing the refuse from this 12 story apartment block. (I maintain that I am the only one who lives here going by the lack of apparent real tenants and not the gangstalkers). No big deal, so with quarters in hand I go the laundry room down the hall and attend to the task of loading the washing machine and charging it with detergent, and bring back the aformentioned navy blue colored shirt to handwash.

And lo, if the navy blue colored BFI refuse truck isn't still down below, idling the engine, and seeming doing nothing much. So all the while that I handwashed the navy blue garment in the sink, the navy blue refuse truck was loitering below, engine running. I rarely hand wash, but it was clear that this was an exercise in navy blue variations; wet navy blue turns almost a black color, or did by way of light color fuckery. Anyhow, once I was done washing and rinsing of the garment in the kitchen sink, the refuse truck departed. I since hung the shirt up in the bathroom to dry, and I suppose this will become a slow gradation of the dark wet navy blue color to the true navy blue color when dry. And, I wouldn't be surprised if this "happens" to other colored shirts in time. The "sticky lint" laundry fuckover stunt all to force hand washing clothes. Surely I have been here before, and I probably have, but that doesn't matter to the sickos.

Today's blog posting title refers to the persistent noise barrage occuring now, and most of the day so far; backup beeping noise for 30 minutes at a time or more, clunks much like the ones that "erupted" at yoga yesterday (more than usual), unattributable cheeping noise like logging whistles, and just now, hallway voices and the longtime arranged coincident vacuum cleaner activity. On with the show, and so an aircraft is now flying overhead, and the bus noise was cranked up. This is some 30 minutes after lunch, that being the new smaller portioned one tortilla slice instead of the two per meal.

And it was tortilla preparation time at lunch, making it from scratch, and it drew a huge amount of persistent noisestalking, especialy for chicken meat chopping and the olive oil pouring into the frypan. With the smaller portions I will be cooking once every three days instead of once per day, so it would seem the perps need to make the most of their less frequently scripted activity.

And the perps even put on some photo baiting on the street; orchestrated configurations of street traffic to have me go out there and take some pictures. One round of silliness had a tractor trailer unit parked in the city street stalls to be totally absurd, white colored with some horizontal red banded livery, the driver wearing red and hanging his arm out the window. Anyhow, the noisestalking and vacuuming has ramped up as I blog this, likely because I also wrote down this same tale in my book journal.

1415h
I see a rain shower has "erupted" outside, timed for the later food digestion, close to 1.5 hours later, or an upcoming tea and chocolate break. As the perps were all over me at breakfast in creating crumbs, foiling my grasp of their crumbs, moving the chocolate packaging foil by itself, and other games to annoy me when eating chocolate, the reason may fall in the latter category. Regular readers and TI's will know that the perps have a fascination with water, and seem to apply it to situations to improve their remote energetics detection abilities. They also use it to clean the streets as there seems to be some buildup that they need to ameliorate. That I swam as a club swimmer for 12 years 3x per week with all the members in on the harassment fuckery, especially the dude with the "habit" of smacking into me, seems to not have served the purposes to the extent the perps were seeking. Hence this realtime purgatory.

The sore right jaw area that erupted last evening is still continuing, and seems to be unrelated to my teeth thankfully. This new harassment stunt seems to be created for an on-demand pain that comes on when I am swearing at the perps owing to some vexacious provocation, or else it comes on when I am blocking my ears with my fingers, the pain location being near my ear. This is new game, creating soreness for "as-needed" pain administration. Very often I get fingertip jabbings when handling something that is remotely close to being sharp, even cardboard, and I also get a regular round of light jabbing in my nuts on Thursdays to "accompany" me to yoga, and then later, gym. And with today being a Friday, the perps have extended the nut jabbing to today in my apartment. Big of them.

1715h
Some hallway business noise has erupted, my reminder that this is the pre-dinnertime surge, as it appears that remote monitoring and measuring is not fully understood when digestion takes place, possibly because of food color, but there maybe other implications I am unaware of.

And the vision impairment and plasma activity online is getting worse; I have my attendant "zingers", the fuzzy greyish balls that flit about in my vision all day long, this is "normal" now, and they don't usually impair reading. Sometimes a wispy maser will float in right beside the area where I am shaving, especially at the side of my neck so the vertical lines can be confused. Just too much fun for sick minds.

The rain shower has stopped and the streets are drying up with the exception of the large greyish courtyard opposite with all the puddles. I cannot see how they designed it except to trap water and keep it there for a few days. And now, more jibbering Asians in the hallway with simultaneous faux neighbor water usage noise. Funny how the putative neighbors from two sides can "erupt" in noise at the same time.

1745h
Now post-mealtime, and the jibbering Asians noise has started up with light overhound pounding noise. (A 12" thick concrete floor ceiling is overhead). This just might be some kind of noise continuity testing, before and after dinner, linking specific noises to neural energetic activity that is remotely monitored.

1950h
A haze of plasmic fog and maser "debris" keep circulating in my field of view. I am also getting only partially warmed; left side is OK, right side is chilled for no apparent reason. Sounds like a perp stunt to me, given that they crave sending oncoming ambulatory gangstalkers to pass me on my right side, doing the most absurd things. It is fucking nuts that I cannot be left alone to be warm. Now, a plasma flash and a resounding thumping from above as I noted that. Even noting or describing the perp delivered phenomenon gets noisestalked of all things. One would wonder what special knowledge that I have and they don't when it comes to extra-conventional gravitic harassment capabilities.

1955h
Another dull evening is planned for me; the Youtube video feeds are getting interupted and made to be jerky and discontinuous. End of my dull-day plans to spend the evening.

2025h
Now the overhead tapping has started up during a break in listening to audio only.

2055h
While listening to audio only music, a sudden siren chirping started outside with a simultaneous forced jerking "surpise" reaction. I was deleting a bookmark from my bookmarks list, another pet perp interest for whatever reason.

2145h
Still looking for audio only sites as the videos won't play unless they "happen" to be repeats that were fucked out of my recall in one instance.

2220h
A background of ebullient talkative girls is coming from outside, heard over the voice of a audio only interview, Gina Romano interviewing Hartley Dean. He has a near identical situation as to my own; gangstalking, enforced social isolation, and governed work possibilities. Amazing, and who is going to tell me that these identical complaints are clinical? Not many have mentioned the "clinical" word in the past four years, after it was totally plain it wasn't.

Time to call this dull day done and gird myself for another one tomorrow; Saturdays are a dog day on this schedule, and it will be the second of likely three dog days. It turns out there is an activity scripted for Monday, helping in a moving situation; all to hug brown colored boxes for the harassment cause.

No Tea Break

1450h
One of the regular events the perps script is an afternoon tea break, usually with a 100g of chocolate, more brown colored food they like me to have for their remote assay reasons.

But today, after screwing my recall of what I needed to shop for, they choked down the usual chocolate, (read, manipulated the shelf stocking), and instead, settled for brown dressed gangstalkers instead. At the location where I pick up the brown sprouted wheet tortillas they had posted a sentry, a long coated brown male standing around dumbstruck, and who usued this countenance to remain in place after I moved on. Another brown dressed gangstalker also swooped by, about 6' distant. This is an exciting moment for the perps, putting on less than eight gangstalkers around me when acquiring a brown colored food staple, and no less, having them posted wearing brown clothing. Next they will post two tone brown sentries, and who knows, even more brown color variants, and then only one sentry after that.

I was full measure for being gangstalked when I set off for a 10 minute round trip shopping, having run out of my daily staple this morning, peanut butter. For some reason, they did not want me to stock up in advance of depleting the current jar of it. This happens often; backup supplies are not always allowed, and then I am forced to run out and get the item within the day.

My brief shopping trip and the rest of the orchestrated cast on the street would take more blogging time, and for "some reason" I don't want to go through the details, except to say that the lead-ahead gangstalkers are now "accompanying me for a city block before they head into the very same grocery store, putting on the head spins in their black hats, the not-so-secret agents that have this town bought and paid for.

Another case of "bread stalking" erupted when I made the short trip to the grocery store. This strange steel box leaning against a wall had a plastic bag full of buns inside, and a gangstalker came by to pick them up and manipulate them as I walked by.

And as I write this I am getting severe amounts of vision impairment along with plasma flashes on screen. They like to have yellow flashes from this LCD display, usually aligned with text or sometimes the vertical scroll bar. And I suppose it wasn't any surprise that they parked a white trades van outside of my apartment, on the street, with bright yellow stringered ladders on the roof as the first vehicle to seen upon opening up my curtains at 0900h. This was a forced 10 hour sleep, but for no apparent reason, save starting my day later than I like. In other words, no sleep disruption games that I can recall.

1510h
A glass bashing noise has erupted in the hallway, which is totally absurd, as the recycled garbage is dealt with on the ground floor. Simultaneously, electronic chirping noises erupted, all the more to keep me under the perps microscope of realtime neural energetics research.

1545h
I am still being wrung out as to the disruption of my long standing routine to have a tea break with chocolate, and just might settle for tea alone. The perps make sure my "reactions" are controlled and suit some kind of agenda, often to annoy me as it is totally out of character. The masers are also busy flitting and drifting around in front of my eyes, and sometimes are too thick to see properly.

1715h
Tea without chocolate after being forced into "dilemma" about the chocolate accompaniment. And the outside noise was ramped up for at least 20 minutes beforehand, and for at least that long when drinking tea an doing the dishes. I don't have both hands free to plug my ears during these activities, and this is the very time they crank up the noise. And for my benefit (IMHO), the perps laid down a coat on the sidewalk, black mostly, with a slash of red going through it. This suggests that they need some kind of energetic reading from the sidewalk and ground, through this coat, and hope to distinguish the black (no color technically) and red color energetics. And it suggests that they need a long time horizon to have this occur, and hence, the jacket only, no vagrant or other bullshit act sitting in mid-sidewalk. Yesterday's back and forthing supposed "newbie" gym class member dressed in a red shirt suggests something similar; the perps need extended durations of red color exposure, and from live beings, or their garments. Not my problem, so why am I being hounded all over this city for it?

The masers are getting annoying today; the fuzzy ball kind are flitting all about, usually in pairs. And for mentioning that, I got three loud outside noises; a faux bus over-revving, squealing brakes and a hotrod "performance" muffler noise. The perps like me to comment on their own fuckery more than anything. More faux seagull noise, and they do not roost around here, so where is all this noise comng from? The answer will be the same as in the above paragraph; as in NOT, for the cowards of the juvie-gods do not like to show their face and front from this ongoing abuse they have inflicted upon me. On with more noisestalking.

I note there is a new crosswalk in mid-street where I have a view from my apartment. This is the location where a mysterious myriad of jaywalkers frequent, and now, they get to cross the street legally. Where all these people come from is the central curiousity; any moment I look up, even for subsecond durations, one or more individuals is crossing the street. They now get to walk over the twinned 30" sewer pipes that were installed about a month ago, and I suspect they might have some bearing on the perps' study of its contents. And the contents may well be only coming from me if the dearth of authentic tenants in this apartment is an accurate appraisal, same as the last apartment block.

1800h
The overhead pounding has started up for the first time today, all to accompany my dinner digestion it would seem. I rarely read past blog postings to determine consistency, as I cannot rely on what I recall, as it is all too often compromised or manipulated. The sunshine games are also on; the apartment tower opposite gets unusually bright and fills this E. facing apartment, even at this time of day, with bright light.

I had more obvious masers with me at dinner tonight; for the first time I was allowed, or it was modified, for me to see the fuzzy object with depth perception. This is a strange first, as these fuzzy ball masers, aka "zingers", have never been seen as anything more than two dimensions. I don't find any excitement in that, and it likely portends much more of the same while this absurd game of constant abuse continues, all without the perps declaring themselves. I cannot see any end soon, even if they pump with such suggestions all day long, day after day. Which might be their method of communicating and detecting the last remants of my brain stem they cannot yet manipulate. I have also been getting some red flashes of late, and often it will follow viewing something red on my LCD display, or arise from a dark corner. And I have no idea if my reaction to them is my own, or them planting it on me. They have surrounded me with red plasma on occasion, and I didn't like it one bit. I passed those neurological tests where they flash lights at one, twice. The latter test was scheduled after the harassment and abuse began in 2002, and there must of been something that went wrong, because after that, they deluged me with headlights, or any other kind of light for the next two weeks. And all the time I would avoid these directed beams, and finally they set me up with a vehicle that pulled out in front of me, and with its rear windows darkened down, they fired a red laser pulse at my eyes, and from then on, they backed off on this extreme harassment. For those two weeks the perps went totally rabid, all because of a medical test they scheduled for me caused some kind of change to my eyes, or else to their remote bioenergetics activity.

1850h
I am not allowed to pee in a toilet about 20% of the time without the pee stream being re-directed by some unseen force. Yet another imposition that increased in significant frequency once the perps made themselves overt to me in 2002.

2115h
I am listening to late 1950's Mike Wallace interviews; these become grist for the perps messing with the sound by adding reverberations, and similarly with the video, adding color into black and white imagery, pixellation changes, and changing skin tones. The latter is a huge deal for the perps, adding greyed or darkened faces on Caucasians in print, online or for real, and there seems to be boundless fuckery on that front.

I watched the Mike Wallace interview with Jean Seberg, all of 19 y.o in 1958; a class act and a very intelligent person, but I couldn't help but wince when Mike Wallace predicted a very promising career ahead of her. Little did he know that J. Edgar Hoover would later hound her and drive her to suicide, all because he didn't like her later support of the Black Panthers. On publicly released documents, his handwriting stated, "she must be neutralized". Fucking outrageous, and no mark of a free and democratic country, though for me, I am done with that notion.

2305h
Time to call another day in captivity done, and ponder the next one, though I don't expect any excitement, as the theme of late has been to exercise more social interaction. That is, they haven't got to bottom on that one yet. Lucky me.

An All Quiet Order

1215h
This is moment in the current all-quiet environment that was orchestrated about a half hour ago and is continuing, likely until I have lunch. Only prescribed sudden onset noises are allowed it seems, and those are usually when an unbidden thought or image comes to mind. Very often the perps will plant illogical precepts in mind, and as I am digesting this and then refuting it, a sudden burst of overhead rumbling and clatter starts up. Other intervening noises are vehicle horns and the odd muffler eruption.

Just another day in being kept, both in thought and deed. Weeks of annoying ads on my regular web sites will go by and then the "sudden" recollection that the ad or image can be blocked with AdBlock Plus (Firefox browser extension).

A 10.5 hour sleep last night, which is totally absurd, and likely to arrange my awake time for their precise timing vis a vis the sun angle and the sidereal time that the perps seem to monitor. More planted nightime dreams of helicopters and no significant awakenings, a radical departure from all past sleep interuption stunts this past week.

And plenty of maser and plasma games; I have an array of scuzzy black balls that drift around in unison as a regular item in my vision, and then there are the transitory flashes that are getting more disruptive of late. The perps put on a momentary display of red plasma dots that emulated blood for a subsecond exposure, and they seem to be interested in how I deal with this anomalous information, and if I have a second look or dismiss it out of hand as more of their juvenile incursions. Other vision perturbing games are creating double vision on selected objects, screwing with my focus when a new web page displays, and sometimes there is a "regular" double vision event; one particular shelf that I see to retrieve the coffee pot from is always portrayed in double vision.

I got more vertical filamentous masers drifting around as I shaved my face this morning; they erupt just before I apply the razor to shave, and loiter for 3 to 5 seconds, hovering over that same location. As always, I get faux neighbor water use noise while I shave or undertake other activities in the bathroom, and these are timed to when I am there. My morning routine start time has been highly disrupted this week, from 0700h to 1000h, and yet the putative "neighbor" unerringly begins their water use simultaneously with my routine activities. I have yet to be convinced that there are real tenants in this building as the residents seem to be transitory, and time variant, not fitting with that of regular working folk. Usually the perps put on a little skit to tell me this is the case once per week; they like to refresh my perception, or planted perceptions, of what is going on. My father over-doing his dementia state at least once per weekly visit is another example of the perp's managed Potemkin Village games they like me to be aware of. Most strange to say the least.

All the while, the perps have been keeping up the annoyance level for whatever benefit they get from this, likely an increased aural energy signature. They mind-controlled me to interupt coffee making to then begin toast preparation, and then made me aware of this first time anomalous behavior partway through the latter task, and then had me switch tasks again to finish the first begun coffee making. Then they had me extremely pissed at this mental incursion, as it is a never-before event; interupting the routine activity to start another that is secondary to the first task. I have been making the same breakfast in the same way for over 5 years, and this is the first time the perps have interupted this activity to suit their own depraved collective mind state.

The coffee beverage is of extreme interest to the perps, largely because of their brown color obsession I suspect. The perps regularly blow fresh coffee grinds off the spoon and onto the stove surface when loading them into the French press Bodum vessel. All to obtain a different color and energy signature I would assume, and also prompt the use of the blue colored sponge on the white enamel stove surface, another telltale stunt the perps like to have me do. It just isn't enough that I wipe down the stove surface with the same blue sponge three times a day, following each mealtime after completion of doing the dishes. I am usually accompanied by two or more loitering gangstalkers at the specific grocery store location whenever I buy coffee. They always know in advance.

1455h
Once I had some lunch in me, the noise campaign started up, and attained the level of introducing the most loathed sound of all (for me, that is), the throbbing 2 cycle chopped motorcycle noise. This noise has changed its habits, it now idlles for 20 to 40 seconds, and then "proceeds" as if driving away. The whine of an overhead vacuum cleaner has started up, and has had enough run time to clean at least five of these small apartments. The "source" also serves as a "reason" for the outbreak of clunking and thumping that began once the post-food digestion noise flurries began. Just to elaborate for occasional readers unaware of my world of being subjected to unconventional technologies, nearly all the noise I get to hear is orchestrated and usually comes from some kind of ability of the perpetrator's to project sound from sources that would not ordinarily be that close, or that loud.

The shooting head pains in my temporal lobes have been continuing today, and exhibit the same degree of timing as that of the introduced noises; coincident with thoughts that are not planted, i.e. thoughts coming from me. Very often the perps will pose an illogical proposition that I am unaware of, and as I am responding to this in cognizant thought form, a body zap, noise, plasma flash, maser strike, maser display or head pain will immediately occur, attempting to make an electromagnetic or visible light/color association with the thought. Another challenge method to my logical interpretations is to have a shill or quisling make a bozo proposition which I will invariably challenge as untenable. My mother and ex are both masters in this respect, as was Ms. C of the story, who was a whole lot more cleverer than she made out. I call it "bozo suggestion swamping".

Just to think, the planted idiot show has been going on all my life, and I have met quite a few in the past, but I never had the idea it was orchestrated to create friction, an impasse or otherwise crank up my angst or annoyance level. It does make me wonder why the perps are chasing me down on this front; perhaps they want to defeat this last line of defense by way of their mind-control actions.

The perps also like to "feature" themselves when I am complaining about them. This can only be done in public, and invariably there is an initiating event about which I am remarking upon to my in-town brother or parents, and as I am doing this, an operative goes by, or my attention is directed to an operative making an in-close gangstalking pass-by, or stand-around. Invariably, the operative has performed his "strut" in advance, to ensure that the sight of him (usually a male in these circumstances), has "earned" prior credibility as a perp.

1640h
Three directional noise sources; leflt, right and overhead all sounding off together at the same time. Bizarre, and only a small vignette of what goes on around me at any given moment.

Now, after 10 minutes of clunking around in the hallway, the vacuum cleaner starts up outside my door. This the first instance in this apartment since I moved here in May of this year, 2007. Regular readers will recall how this same device was used in such great frequency at the last residence location, the putative rooming house. And the same before that, at a nearby apartment complex. And at the apartment location before that, back to late 2004. It is all part of the ongoing games that the perps need to pummel me with it seems. Now that the noise has gone of for five minutes outside my door, it is interesting to note that the device hasn't moved any, and that it remains stationary. And the vacuums are typically run outside my door later in the day after residing in my apartment for at least 8 hours of awake time.

1815h
The hallway vacuuming started up, a first for this residence, and the noise went on for 30 minutes under the guise of carpet shampooing. This noise and vibration covered me from PC activity through shutdown, making and eating dinner, doing the dishes, and restarting the PC for some more web browsing. Commendable timing, getting all that in at the dusk onset time as well.
Now the street hollaring has started up to add some voice into the noisescape.

2020h
Music listening again, this time with external interference and an obvious obstruction in accessing folk artists, and instead, I can only get electronica, ambience and undifferentiated vocal stylings; e.g. Happy Rhodes, Tori Amos, Magenta, Iona, etc. I cannot believe this; I am not allowed to listen to the kind of music I Iike.

2040h
My brother phoned about arrangements for tomorrow's dinner, and now another model of vacuum cleaner has started up in the hallway. At least 40 minutes of earlier music listening without any hallway noise, and now this. There does seem to be an elegant progression of noise and music going on, and a need for the perps to somehow tie this neurally to whatever they determine from their vacuum cleaner games. A fucking outrage that this is going on at this time of night in an apartment block. And around me, as if I don't get enough harassment as it is.

Some pictures from two days ago when walking to yoga, and then later to gym class. This is being done while the vacuum cleaning noise is going on, so perhaps they want this noise as background to picture posting. Over the past two weeks I have been picture posting with a music background, and now this. The noise and music games are becoming too predictable.

Symmety in color clothing, or color trim. I invariably get something goofy at this location, an apartment block once I get out of downtown. Both males with the same color of yellow clothing, one as a jacket color, the other as trim for a black colored jacket.












Three mini-vans arranged side by side with a white colored reference SUV of similar proportions. And a fugly two tone pickup truck for whatever aggravating brown color influences the perps seem to think that I have, and are relentlessly pursuing.












Three white colored vehicles escorting a small size dump truck. And the cab of the dumpstruck was also white, though you will have to take my word for it, as only the rear silver-grey box is visible.














Back at the Caribbean Apartment's parking lot. Again, the supposed "instant towaway" lot location has a black and a dark green vehicles parked (photo center) at that spot. To the left is a olive green and a silver-grey vehicle behind it parked on the grass. This grass belongs to the hospital property next door. It seems as if the perps could not get enough vehicles packed in this location, and decided to use the grass area. The dark storm clouds are also part of the arranged scene; there has been an increase of this sky color in combination with a brightly lit foreground. There is a picture of this kind of high contrast scene from another location in another blog posting.












Two red vehicles with an intervening dark blue colored vehicle between them. Behind the center dark blue vehicle is a light colored blue vehicle. And the dude crossing the street is dressed in two blue colors. Perhaps an round fluke this picture, but in my life there is no such thing.












A threesome of red vehicles, and there were at least two more in the immediate area that wouldn't fit in a single picture. The Volvo V70 pre-2002 version is in the picture likely because I think it is one of the better body shape they have made. The perps put on a copper colored Volvo V70 yesterday next to the charity I visited to drop off donations. They have done this in for past visitations to this same location, except yesterday they kept the tail lights and the back up lights on without the engine running.












Two silver-grey vehicles outside the post office, the owner of those red-orange delivery vans (not shown). Nothing too extraordinary here.














Another nondescript picture of the intersection where six silver grey vehicles were photographed (in yesterday's 10-19-2007 blog). This photo is only included for the showing the actual picture that the assailant took exception to.














A close-up of the vehicle that the assailant came from. He is pictured in the front passenger seat. The stunt was likely predicated about getting someone from a specific vehicle color in close range, and ultimately contact with me.












2230h
And while listening to music and putting photos into this blog, the vacuum cleaner started up unbeknownst to me. At this time of night, "cleaning" hallways all to catch me doing this while listening to music.

Fuzzy Black Balls in My Vision

1115h
I got two pictures of red vehicles being arranged from the photographs; this should back up my observations on this color of vehicle being planted proximate to me anywhere I go, and even outside my apartment. There are four per frame, photographed on public streets, and not arranged by me. I wonder what the benefit the perps are getting in allowing me to publish these, as they obstruct me all the time should I venture into revealing their methods.





























I am getting myriad masers, the zinger kind, aka, the fuzzy black balls that flit around in my vision this morning. And as I start this blog for the day, I am getting a right arm pain, keeping it relatively immobile.

The noisescape has been active, and then lapsed into inactivity at times this morning. And my ambitions to go into town, all of two blocks, to the ATM got dashed, and I have schlepped in front of the PC all morning.

Some more of yesterday's word/term repetition comes to mind: while at the strength training group floor exercise session, they often introduce it as "torture" session. This "t" word has got a huge amount of airplay in the last few years from the news on various fronts such as Abu Graib, Guantanamo Bay and the so-called "rendition" flights. And I have no idea as to why this word is getting featured (aka, a "trigger word") so often, though it seems that any and all associations that I have with it are up for scrutiny and monitoring by the perp gangs. Even now, as I key this in, the maser zingers are flitting about in formation pairs or triplets, and the 2 cycle motorcycle noise has been added into the noise mix with additional seagull squeaking layered on top. Go figure, and wonder why a covert party wants to "own" all psychic and thematic associations with this word. And are we to believe it is the Girl Guides, aka noble objectives of a covert agency that sustains six years of abuse, that is commanding such a agrandizing imperative?

1825h
A shut-in day so far; any intention to deal with a few errands has been thoroughly dissapated. And another time waster was a prescribed nap of almost two hours, and I did not need any extra sleep having been given a normal 8 hours of it last night with only a few transient interuptions/awakenings.

Presently, the perps are getting excited by way of their planted noises, especially the ones outside my door in the apartment hallway, over the fact that I a reading, yet again, another version of the ether, and the grand unification of quantum mechanics, gravity, the paranormal and relativity ("Origin of Mind", Ronald D. Pearson). As always, I am not allowed, or cannot, understand this theory of physics with any degree of comprehension, and I am putting this link out there in the hope that someone else will read it and provide a Grand Unification Theory of Physics for Dummies, me being the test case. All I can say is the Pearson manages to tie in action-at-a-distance energies (including gravity), electromagnetic theory, the paranormal and relativity, which constitutes the main vectors of harassment and the rest of the perp games that go on. They even put the manager's voice on outside my door, and have even taken the bottle bashing there too, just like a rooming house.

Now the wandering cell phoning assholes are outside my door, and when I verbally complained about that, the assholes started up the glass bashing again. Maybe it is time to raise cain as to why anything is going on in the hallway outside my room at 1900h, but the street hollaring has also started up too. This is truly a high harassment moment, as the fuckers aren't going to quit. I gave them a yell, and I got a "sorry", but I have been there too often to buy that bullshit. Now the zinger masers have started up in earnest, along with some vision impairment games.

1920h
More noise, and a siren cascade into the bargain, and then the dog barking noise which is straight from the perp's sound projection device, as there are no properties within blocks that permit the dog in the yard scenario. Back to the past, and all the machinations in making noise outside my door at the putative rooming house, my last residence location.

I got my digital pictures loaded from the camera that I took everywhere this week, and lo, if they nearly all "failed" due to an exposure "problem". The camera was working fine, and then not all of a sudden. Even documenting this is a problem as the perps have also stolen my photographs from when they allowed the film camera to work, before they shut it down, and had the camera repair dude tell me that there was no parts for it. And there wasn't anything wrong with the photographs, just the film getting trashed along the sprocket holes each time. A few of the surviving pictures are shown at the top.

From the digital set that "failed", I had one of a navy officer, miles from a base, walking on residential North Park Street after I finished yoga class yesterday. This is at least the fourth party of putative military members to be on this street in the last two months. It makes no sense whatsoever, except in the bizarre freakshow world of the perps and their continuing quest to present it to me everywhere I go.

I am getting strobed again; the hyperactive window reflection of the residential tower 120' way "somehow" keeps throwing light flashes onto me in this apartment, even if I am 10' back from the window opening. When I look to see where they are coming from, the strobing stops. Perhaps this is all to get me to turn my head, something the perps do routinely when they are outside gangstalking, especially when turning corners, and around me. I have never seen such absurd social behavior as the operatives when some 4' away with their head turned away from where they are going, which is toward me usually.

More stroboscopic assaults, and the assholes aren't bothering with the pretense that it is coming from anywhere, just an in-my-face light pulsation along with sirens and loud mufflered vehicles. Now the door shaking stunt is being played, even with the deadbolt on the door, which theoretically should make it less able to hop about with two hold points on the door frame. This must be a big day for the perps, and perhaps I should ruin their fun and go somewhere for a walk, something that I never do except when transiting to specific locations. All my hiking stopped when I gave up my vehicle last year.

2230h
Another round of vision impairment games, and I am done for the evening. The perps are adding some kind of whitish flare to what I see, and I have no idea if it is a neural intrusion or something emanating from the LCD display.

I got the above four red vehicle pictures loaded, and the perps introduced me to another suite of four in file parked on the street below. Later, when I "happened" to get up and close the curtains, there were another two red vehicles mobile, but stopped beside the four in file. That makes six red vehicles massed below at that very (scripted) moment.

I am still getting vision assaults, so I will call this a posting, and blog off on this shut-in day.