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.

Slide Downs in Chair

1615h
I don't know how they do it, but I often find myself having slid down in my chair, and no actual incremental sliding took place. Or any other kind of movement for that matter.

I got screwed out of yoga today, a forced "forget". The big replacement mission seemed to be keeping me house bound for the E. Indian repairman to fix the free spinning cold water faucet in the bath tub. I used vice grips to use it in my shower, and lo, if the manager didn't offer me a pair when later on the phone and telling him the problem. (I didn't mention anything about my use of the vice grips lest he blame me for the valve stem splines being worn down, hence the lack of purchase for the faucet. The repairman fixed it without removing the valve stem, so I wonder what magic he wove to fix it. Perhaps I will find out if I get ambitious.

Which hasn't been the operative word today; these sort-of sleeps and sort-of awake times are being exploited to zap me of any motivation to get on with doing my grant grovelling research, the main morning activity. Reviewing the GIS industry was an eye opener this morning; I not only am I 19 years out of date, but at least a few generations of knowledge of who the local players are. And I see that the price doubled for the courses; that will make the grant grovelling all the more protracted I suspect.

2040h
More managed misunderstandings at the part time cleaning job; the "this", "that", "back", "front" and the rest of the managed vague-isms continues with the boss man getting cranked up if the misunderstanding goes more than two rounds, despite his lack of clarity. I get routinely fucked into using vague terms myself, but when the other party contributes it gets to be a real cracker. I don't know why the perps do this, but the First Feral Family outing of 09-2008 just about drove me off a cliff for the relentless setups of speaking at cross purposes.

Yesterday the Sales Manager was speaking to one of his staff, about someone named "John" who was crossing him up and needed to be brought to heel. That is my first name, and from the get-go I knew he wasn't talking about me, being within earshot especially, but I thought it was mighty curious. The Sales Manager has actually used my name to say hello a few times in the last three weeks, and never did in the previous six months. He seems to be on another spell of not using it. I don't know what the deal is about using someone's name or not, but the perps have this one covered too; another detail they are dissecting is the use of one's name, first and last.

Today at the car dealership I had the tubby Salesman doing his gangstalking and gut strut. He was on me at at least six times, twice within the first five minutes, once 50' from the open garage door when filling the mop bucket, and again when I went to close it. He erupted from nowhere it seemed, as I had just rounded a hoist pillar and there he was coming back in from his second trip outside for no seeming reason. A case of getting closer but doing the same thing, backing and forthing through the Service garage door. Then he and the boss man put on a joint gut strut; they converged on each other in the hallway, guts leading, and for one instant there were two male guts pointed at each other. I notice the perps have been making me look at my gut, albeit of lesser mass that the above mentioned individuals, and it could even occur when I am seated, or sliding down in my chair as I web surf. I haven't had any need to look at my gut more often, it is still the same as of 7 years ago, no matter the changes in diet and exercise, either direction. Needless to say, it is fucking tiresome to be hounded all the time and deal with this inordinant level of "coincidences" where the same person keeps "happening" to arrive from behind the next corner, or crossing my path in both directions in short order.

2300h
Ear poppings and knee torquings tonight, often with a simultaneous noise from outside that gets through the earmuffs. Enough of this litany for the day, time to post.

Blogone Late Today

2130h
Another day of toil in the daffodil fields today, picking the bulbs up and putting them in the boxes; at least 800' per row. Thankfully the regular foreman was there today. When I first started this morning the usual vexacious nutters weren't there, and I thought I would be less harassed and cranked up (read, made irritable by remote means). But at 0900h the Redshirt Freak arrives with an Indian woman in dayglo orange and fuschia. What a sight, with the first mentioned nutter buzzing around me, and making sure that I knew about it. Not only is he a vapid chatterer making no sense, but he has the fugliest dreadlock hair for a Caucasian. He wears a blood red colored shirt he takes off, puts on, and leaves unbuttoned, and circulates around me in varying states of shirtwear. In the crew bus he makes sure to hang around me, and lies flat on the seat. After lunch break, he was lying flat on the field, red shirt on. As I see it, his shirt color is one big red color energetics test, and he makes sure that it happens around me, or especially, when I am in the bus on a break.

Other crazy stuff is the quasi-military dude in a wide brimmed green bush hat, a matching green army shirt, and then has a green bandana to cover his face under his sunglasses. Totally absurd, as there isn't too much dust in any event. He too, circulated around me, making it obvious at one point, and then proceeded to kick up dust for me to breathe while he was walking past. Unbelievable; the dust-proofing fanatic intentionally kicks up dust for others to breathe.

This "bandana thing" has also another member, she wearing a red one over her face and under a wide brimmed white hat with sunglasses on. I assume this is yet more red color testing, not unlike the excessive hoodie acts that loiter in my proximity. This woman bulb picker seems to have the height and build of my daughter, though she speaks Portugese as her first language. Past experience has taught me that the perps can dynamically modify speech to have an accent or even another language if need be. As she seems to get "featured" as a gangstalker, it would seem that this person is indeed a morphover of someone I know well. I just don't know who, and I am sure that the perps enjoy making me guess, if not dropping the suggestion in the first place. And, it almost goes without saying, they like it very much when I am dead wrong.

And I noticed the foreman mentioned another dude by name, as this crew member's absence left a crew that was much quieter without his incessant chatter. This same dude picked up his paycheck at the office the same day I did last week, and has also "featured" himself too. The perps tell me this is my out-of-town brother, but again, who knows or cares; it is just another gangstalking and harassment abetting asshole as I see it. Or, I try to, as the perps have this guessing agenda for me to go through, but if left alone, I wouldn't bother to play this totally bullshit game of guessing who the morphover shill/operative is for real. I don't fucking care.

After a day of dealing with the nutters and bulb picking, and one less reprobate/nutter than weekdays (a Saturday today), I step off the bus at the usual downtown location, and besides the regular freaks, this reprobate bulb picker was "hanging around" in his red hoodie close to his face, (no hair showing). This is the guy that almost got canned last week, and who is dropped off and picked up by his foster parents esach working day, and seems to work only weekdays, and wasn't bulb picking today, and there he is downtown as a "greeting gangstalker" when I got off the bus. All I got was the stare-at-me fuck from him, not even the decency of "hello". It is more fucking unbelievable gangstalking as I see it, all to get the agitating reprobate some more "face time"; staring and loitering by name.

This won't be a detailed post today as I am still knackered (tired) after today's bulb picking, and don't have a whole lot of energy to deal with all the gory details of the harassment games. The perps fucked me out of taking water today, though they did "turn down" the weather, creating plenty of cooling cloud cover and a short spell of "fairy rain" that soaked my back for 20 minutes, and thankfully, without any wind that would of chilled me down. No one was prepared for rain today, and me especially.

Among the bulb picking crew there is a mysterious unwritten code as to who does what when, and it seems to involve selected "laborers"/wackos who get the specialized jobs elsewhere and not the grind of picking bulbs all day. And it is not like that they have senioirity, as two of these four dudes started later than I did, July 11. And when we get out of the bus, and are directed to get picking buckets for a walk through daffodil bulb pick after a churning by the plow, only me actually responds while everyone else stands there for some reason. And magically, they seem to get the buckets without having made any effort to walk the 20' to get them. It is most strange this unsaid command level that everyone else is plugged into, save me.

No more pictures today, the last upload is done. And severe typo sabotage; enough blogging for now.

2225h
One last picture as it "happens"; a view from my parent's place, looking down the street that is normally devoid of street parked vehicles, and here are 6 of 9 vehicles (plus flatbed truck on right side of the street) either a white or silver grey color. And there was even an additonal white vehicle that I cropped out. Taken 078-13-2008, 1441h. And by way of demonstration, their normally quiet street has now become a cyclist's throughfare for "some reason".













The above uploading, cutting and pasting and viewing of this one picture has got me at least three loud motorcycle moments, aka noisestaling with the most loathed noise of all (to me).

I am done for today, and will not be doing hard labor with the wackos; perhaps a more reflective blog will "arise" tomorrow, though I am getting plenty of perturbing detail deletions from my recall when ordinarily, pre-invasive remote recall access, this would not happen.

The Gangstalk Gauntlet to the ATM

1420h
Earlier, I went to drop off my checks for the next year's rent at the rental agency, visited the ATM, and then returned and bought four A9 journals, the paper kind that I also keep in addition to this blog. I had my sentry dude at the rental agency, hanging around for no seeming reason, "waiting" near the entry door and strangely not going to a counter for service. This was following being rage-ified by the perps over writing out post-dated checks for the year. The perps had me making mistakes as to the date, the amount, signing them with perversely smaller handwriting, "missing" a month, and then putting the checks away only to "find" that the assholes had mind-fucked me, and then having to retrieve the plastic checkbook from my briefcase again for the last month. Then this same check was "in error" again when the cashier at the rental agency was looking them over. This fucking jerkaround goes on everytime I engage in this exercise, and the perps made sure I was plenty pissed by the time I set off to the rental agency. Once outside, I had my lead-ahead dude gangstalker in the grey backpack, and then another walking in parallel on the other side of the street. The side I was on was in the shade, the other side was sunlit. The identical circumstances were in place when I returned, excepting it was an Asian male gangstalker.

Once out on the street and headed the one block to the ATM, I had my gangstalker freakshow in droves. All the weirds, and/or weird behaviors were on display, and plenty of lead-ahead dawdlers to pass by, and pinch points where I ended up in a swarm of the fuckers. I have never seen so many people on Fort St at 1030h, never mind the weirdness of it. The latest jerkaround is to have an ambulatory gangstalker standing in mid-sidewalk, not doing anything, or else, if at a controlled intersection, have them standing in the center of the sidewalk and not at the edge. By the time I was done at the ATM three of them were ringed around me, mouths agape in the perp standard practice. The entry into the bank was allowed after some dipshit dude stood in the doorway and didn't move; who in the world stands at a busy public entryway for no apparent reason? No one until this harassment started, now it it all the time.

Once out of the bank, I had my Cheersing parties, those that "happen" to know each other who meet in public. The other common gangstalker setup is the cluster of debating dudes, the "Socratic Debate Clubs" that "happen" around me all the time, again, only since 2002 when overt harassment invaded and has remained unabated.

The A9 journals that I use "happened" to be on sale, and I bought four instead of the usual two. I keep a written journal in addition to this blog to write down the more personal thoughts as to getting fucked over, by whom and it what manner.

My above mentioned Asian gangstalker in a black and white outfit arrived 6' away at the sidewalk while I was waiting for the traffic light. But somehow, he crossed the street and was then in a position to parallel me down the street until I arrived at my apartment lobby, with another gangstalker on duty, the cell phoning woman who "happened" to be exiting the main doors as I approached them. I attended to my mail in the lobby, and then turned to go toward the elevators, and lo, if my two gangstalking pals hadn't reprised themselves; the cell phoning woman had returned through the main doors and was loitering in the lobby, and the parallel walking Asian dude had also arrived with his hoodie now up, taking a longer loop so to time his arrival ahead of me to get in the elevator first. He and I travelled up in the elevator together, and the woman stayed behind for some reason. In operating the elevator door panel, the Asian dude draped his white plastic bag over the panel ahead of me accessing the buttons, a cute trick that, the plastic draping stunt, seen so many times now.

My mail included my Freedom of Information request to the hospital, and I got to see what the doctors were writing down as well as the test results. True to form, most of what they wrote is not legible, and it seems that they chose to selectively add information, some of it untrue, and not write down others. I gave them a copy of the SPECT scan and it is not there, the strongest evidence of having ADD, and no other conditions, save "scalloping" on the cortex. At the time, it was suggested that the scalloping condition was from smoking, pollutants or drug abuse, none of which were applicable. Now that I suspect that I was being irradiated at the time, that was the likely cause. The perps prevented any further investigation into this at the time in 2000. The gratuitoud mention of ECT by one of the doctors was not in the records most mysteriously, and another doctor made mention of it, and that was not in the records either. My health records from 19546-7 were destroyed I learned, it seems that they are not requied to keep them, which I regard as criminal. But as that happens to be the law, then it would suggest the dark hand of the perps was busy again, burying the tracks of long past nonconsensual human experimentation.

It was interesting to see what the doctors write, and it is more telling that they don't record an accurate description; they don't want the patient to know, as well as cover their asses by incrementing the deemed "severity" of the conditons. It is just another scam, and it seems that they were all prepared for me in any event. There is no smoking gun, just a morass of fuckery and misleading statements.

1600h
Another Asian confab outside my door in the hallway; this is the post tea and chocolate period; food digestion being of high interest to the perps.

1615h
Another hallway confab soutside my door; not bad for an apartment building where I seem to be the only tenant. Even at that, it did not stop my rent from going up by $24/month.

1625h
A high revving motorcycle noise (Japanese), then hallway chattering, then the horrid Harley motorcycle noise. There seems to be some consistency in mapping other noise with the hallway chat noise outside my door.

1700h
Another confab outside my door, and two Harley motorcycle noises shortly afterward. A continuing pattern it seems, with plenty of other filler noise in between.

No excitement this weekend, meaning no volunteer activities that I was hoping for. This seems to be the drift of late, continued social isolation and minimal activity, often in the form of "shut-in" days where all my supplies are here, and there is no motivation to go anywhere.

This has been a high harassment day whenever I undertake anything more complex than web-surfing; the perps pissed with me in turning the oven element on, and now the stove clock isn't working. They have spates of taking out referencing sources, e.g. calendars, clocks, radios etc., and this might be another example.

Earlier, when re-organizing my paper journals, I "discovered" a group of photos that had to be inserted by the perps; these are the 2001 black and white photos that were packed, and yet "showed up" and to be filed with two that I had extracted and kept back with the notion of scanning for then and now comparison as to age appearance regression. This is an activity that has somehow eluded me in getting done, and there are far too many similar coincidences that play into the perp's hands.


1755h
The noise assault has started up five minutes following my reduced portions dinner. Now the overhead tapping has been added to the noise from outside. I think this unfolded yesterday as well, being too "demotivated", read, mind-controlled to look in yesterday's blog posting.

2200h
I settled into some travel reading with the background noise din slowly fading out, but still continuing. I had an imposed phenomenon confluence; a sneeze, a cough, a pee, a sneeze, and an overhead pounding noise all strung together, a combination that never happened before the perps began overt harassment. I have never experienced all this at once, but it does underscore that this is not normal, but imposed for whatever reasons related to remotely applied study.

2245h
More listening to the interview with George Green, 80 minutes worth. More apocalyptic messages, which always make me curious that if there has been a conspiratorial drive to keep things largely the way they are, then why all these intended "lessons" to teach humans to cooperate and not overpopulate the Earth?

Time to call this posting done for the day and blog off.

Low Sleep Monday Nights

0955h
I got the now "normal" sleeplessness of Mondays again, the return day after staying at my parent's place on Sunday. At least an hour of imposed head tossing, plenty of extra outside noise flurries, and an extra special "treat", a generalized pain in the back of my skull, and a complementary one on my facial skull bones. And, the assholes woke me up early to remind me they were still at it, at least for another hour before I was allowed to get up, about 0630h, very early by the usual standards. Then, once I got up, the pain was instantly relieved, and nothing currently.

And what did all this play into, as that is the embedded question as to any new or excessively protracted harassment events? As best as I can tell, they dithered my usual morning breakfast routine by forcing a "forget" on turning on the stove burner to get the kettle on, and then had me online early, about 0740h, so they could play games with the early E. sunlight to have it strike on this LCD panel, which in turn, forces an early curtain closure, and then serves as a component in "greying up" all the white areas of the display, something they routinely piss with. Today, it seemed, they wanted plenty of outside noise and sunlight/closed curtains to go with it for whatever reason.

1655h
I am back from my Tuesday yoga and following strength training class. But first I was "prepped" with another forced crap, and then a shower to clean up before I set off walking. This has happened for my last four outings now; a pre-excursion crap and then a shower and then I set off or am picked up. On Sunday when headed to my parents place, the perps forced a crap before lunch, a rare instance of a longer, two hour interval for being picked up. And too, today's early start was to cause me to have an early lunch, and then sufficient time to have the meal digested, albeit accelerated, and then being totally de-pooed before heading out. This de-pooing me prior to outings has "happened" four times in sucession as of today. Try and tell me that is random any of you clinical denial assholes.

And the perps made sure all the gangstalkers were on me; yoga had my two "regular" male yappers, the one that looks brother-like was in green socks and therefore was allowed to continue the full session. His brown socks last week were likely the reason he got pulled within 20 minutes of the class begining. Today he was unshaven and putting on the act, being more talkative. He also was on "sucker duty", sucking on a green candy with a white colored stalk, one of the ways in which the perps reveal their mouth contents/energies to their masters is by eating suckers. And when I got back to the apartment building from strength training two hours after yoga, the same brother-like gangstalker was sitting in the couch of this apartment building with another pal, playing doorman, and letting in another gangstalker ahead of me, and then me. This time he was all shaved and in an orange and white Hawaii shirt, rather than the red one at yoga. And he gave me the stare, as if I knew him, or he knew me, but mysteriously didn't acknowledge this, as it was he that made the radical change to his appearance. Just another excuse for yet another fucker to stare at me. It is unbeliveable the effort the perps go to keep the same gangstalker circulating around me, reprising the same asshole without a shred of a cover story.

At strength training there was a substantial turnout for my de-pooed form, and very likely all 15 other class members were also prepped in the same manner. There was the usual herding, stand-theres, do-squats in their usual rotation and coordinated encirclement by gangstalking gym members, and they also put themselves in locations that I had just vacated. At any given moment in the gym, a maximum of 10% of the gangstalkers are working out, the rest of them are standing around and pretending to be helping someone, moving between equipment or on "stand-there" duty. Then the fire department goof in a full navy blue uniform made his third appearance at the gym in the past six weeks (fourth time if the fire truck pass-bys are included), ostensibly for "business" reasons, but his back and forthing with the maintenance dude pushing grey plastic trash bins suggested otherwise.

And the geriatric rube class member (The Blob) with the apalling gut was introduced 15 minutes into the workout, and then he hung around the new young blonde coordinator, attempting to get some kind of "auric glow" off her. (I don't know what the perps are doing to me, but I cannot handle the sight of this particular fucker, and I am not ordinarily like this). It was absurd, the two of them stuffed in the corner together and plenty of space elsewhere in the floor exercise room. And this same dude also "happened" to take my location where I was doing the wall squats, as well as taking my exercise ball. Funny how the objects and locations that I workout become so coveted that the perps send someone in to usurp my activity/location, and it was this asshole that they are gingerly introducing and exposing, now in his fourth week, including taking one off and then coming back with a side shaved haircut.

I got the male in pink shirt act (MIP) tailing me out of the recreation center. He was positioned to gangstalk me getting out of the floor exercise room, the last component of this class, and then I proceeded to go to the change room and get my jacket, and then set off to leave. The man in pink was still there, but on the move to follow me out, with a pair of classmates in front of me holding me up. I was in the gangstalker's sandwich until downstairs where the MIP went through a staff door to then be seen through the safety class of the admissions area. This fucker then, was placed to gangstalk me twice, as he wasn't doing anything but making himself out to be a "administrative staff". The perps have me in a pink hating mood any time they make it visible, and this was another such incident.

I also got the half a shirt, half a shirtless top on a male gangstalker on the street on lead-ahead duty. This operative had his shirt off, and it was slung over his left shoulder and down his back where a large (12") green tatoo was in the center. So what he was doing, was running a right side bare skin and tattoo, and a left side white shirt covered portion, all for some kind of neural response elicitation for skin tone (tanned Caucasian), green tatoo, and a white fabric reference, the shirt. Amazing; spending over five years pissing around with these games when they could of attained their results in weeks with cooperation. These fuckers are truly nuts; organizationally, and individually.

Another on-street event was a backhoe that came to perform the vehicular gangstalking routine. This construction job across the street from the recreation center has served as a prop for many perps obsessions; planting wood, concrete pouring, pickup trucks of various colors, and today, a yellow backhoe. It crossed my path behind me (standard procedure), was driven up the street some 100', crossed a thoroughfare no problem, and then drove through a small shopping plaza parking lot, chock full of vehicles, and the stopped there outside the bank, blocking egress. And to get this in context, there was no construction job or backhoe job anywhere nearby. It is simply stunning that anyone would be so obsessive over gangstalking me with a backhoe, and organizing its passage across a busy road and into a busy parking lot of some 80 vehicles.

The perps were up to their palette jack games on the street again; this time outside on the street and viewable from the gym windows, and it was taken on a odd route, from one vehicle, to another for some back and forth activity, and then loaded up with something large, and was shrouded with wood. Then they took the loaded palette jack to the front door where it disappeared from view. Bizarre to say the least, and at least the fourth such event in the last three months.

The perps put heavy ambulatory gangstalking coverage on me when walking home; there must of been over 50 ambulatory gangstalkers, when they usually put on ~30, and that is still 20 more than what I would expect for normal street population. And this large olique angle intersection, called Oak Bay Junction, the perps put on a spaced out geriatric case to gangstalk me heading to the gym, and then one heading back. The first time, they put on a fucker sleeping on his walker, who "somehow" went to sleep sitting on his walker at one of the busiest intersections in Victoria, both when I was walking toward him to cross the first street, and then walking away from him when making the second crossing. On the way back, I didn't get a walker act at this same intersection, but a "spaced out" geriatric, doing the stop-and-start routine, "wondering" where he was, when he had no problem catching up to me again when I was waiting for the traffic control.

And geriatrics and walkers were playing big today, as were the motorized wheelchairs. I must of encountered at least twenty walker acts in 45 minutes of my transiting, many of which were colored in coordination with clothing or nearby vehicles.

I got the usual 600 to 1,000 gangstalking vehicles buzzing around me when walking to my classes and back, sometimes four silver grey vehicles clustered or in file, then the same for the white vehicles. The perps put on plenty of red vehicles today, but are still on their current fixation with the first two mentioned colors. It was a big day for putting BMW's on gangstalking duty today, and they even put on a 7 series, normally rare as hen's teeth in this town.

I got four starings for no reason when walking to or from my two classes. A 25 year old woman was putting something in a parked vehicle close by, the usual vehicle egress gangstalking move, and she takes a long look at me. As I am about twice her age, I don't think it could possibly be anything flirtatious, so what was it for? Then later, two grannies were putting on the organized confusion as to which way they were headed, and I had to wait for them while they figured this out, and one of them puts on the stare, as if I were to be the one to make the first move when they were both ditzing on the sidewalk, impeding access to the intersection. Then almost at the same location when returning to my apartment, another granny puts on the stare, again, for no apparent purpose.

And in the last block before returning to my apartment, I got the shopping cart brigade again; four of them over the block, each cart loaded with plastic bags and bottles, and it also serves as a great excuse for the "vagrant" to loiter over the trash cans on the sidewalk, another sidewalk constriction, the preferred location for the ambulatory gangstalkers to pass by me. And I always get at least one bizarre ambulatory gangstalker that insists on "waiting" for me to pass by him on my right side, when there is all the room on the sidewalk to pass by on my left side. And I suppose that light brown colored envelope in his hand was another prop in this harassment fuckery.

There were other freakshow acts, and the usual profusion of ambulatory gangstalkers wearing the same clothing color as that of vehicles passing by. I got at least two siren shows when out today, and the usual redimix concrete delivery truck to gangstalk me. The perps also put on a minor traffic accident to block two lanes in one direction, and then forcing traffic to take one lane each of the opposite same direction lanes. They had a real accident this time, none of the usual games in simulating one. As always, the direction of vehicle travel is a big deal in the perp's obsessions over vehicular gangstalking, and temporarily using one of the oncoming lanes for traffic diversion is quite a common feint/setup. The introduction of lefthand drive Japanese import vehicles for gangstalking purposes also plays into this somehow (also, above mentioned right-side passing ambulatory gangstalkers), though I really don't know what the problem is, as I am sure it does not relate to me directly. And in writing this up, the location of the ambulatory weird (above) that insisted on "waiting" for me so he could pass on my right side, was close to the subsequent location of the staged vehicle accident. Probably not a coincidence.

1955h
More sunshine reflectivity games; ones that always result in that "reflection" (read, planted plasma beam) being directed into this apartment every night the sun is out. Simply amazing.

And now, hallway door thuddings are being stepped up, that herd in the hallway on the move (familiar?, just like the last residence, the putative rooming house), and some gabbing has erupted from the other side. And overhead, I am getting the "kerchunk" sound, a softer noise with a backbeat finish to it, the identical noise of all my overhead "neighbors" going back to 2002! Everyone of them could make this noise, and I have no idea what it could be, as it is one of those events without benefit of a cover story, unlike the absurd traffic noises that go on all day and night, but at least there is a road outside.

An overhead pounding, then "me" (read, mind-controlled me,- I was never this outgoing before) yelling at the assholes, and now the glass bottle bashing act outside, and then more hallway and overhead noise combined as I repair the typos that were forced on me in writing this.

2040h
Another round of faux neighbor water use noise, just like the past four residence locations, and timed to coincide with writing a letter and the sudden and inexplicable eruption of help boxes in Open Office Writer, with open source software being a "made for sabotage" offering in hindsight. There is nothing in the abnormal Windows behavior that suggests that the perps cannot fuck a proprietary operating system in the same way. Call it "open season on TI's", no matter what software they run.

Another round of screaming at the perps concluded as they kept fucking me over making repairs to their forced typos. And for that, I got a temporary pain shooting into my foot.

2250h
After the perps put a loud tone through my headphones they relented and accepted the antivirus settings I set, where there would be no more prompts, with an overriding audio tone. The last time I attempted to listen to audio was a disaster as the perps kept pumping disruptive tones into my ears, under the cover of the then setting of the antivirus software. Funny how it was backwards; I wasn't allowed to recall the past fuckover game with the tones, but "somehow" was guided to change the offending antivirus software tonight before listening to the downloads from Puremusic. If that isn't mind-control, I don't what is, appropriately responding to something that I had "forgotten".

Enough for a blog posting, and time to call this day done.

An Abnormal Day Like Any Other

1335h
It is a normal day for harassment activity, but abnormal for anyone to be constantly fucked with, even to the point of creating typos as this gets typed. Every so often I need to calibrate to what normal really is, instead of this color coordinated Potemkin Village of excessive ambulatory gangstalkers, clustered vehicles of the same color (red, white, silver grey) and amplified noise all the time. That is just the starter set, as when it comes to a prosaic event like picking up an item, it "comes with" excessive noise and clanging that is not due if conventional physics were the only governing reality.

In making lunch, the perps added some extra chicken meat (I think) to the cutting board to what I was about to cut up, and it was decidedly darker than any I have ever seen. And "somehow", I lost my curiousity to investigate it more (arriving unseen with the chicken meat that had I cut from the bird), and I also lost my sense of judgement in proceeding to use their supplied meat, as I should of chucked it out. Which are two more examples of my life not being my own, as I would never of knowingly included perp supplied meat in making the regular chicken quesadilla dish.

While making lunch I also got olive oil mysteriously splattered on the stove top, a strange accelerated cooking of the edge of the tortillas in the frypan, an inundation of brown crumbs, laterally flying tapenade as I flicked downward on the fork to remove the remnants, and the umpteenth mind-fuck in "forgetting" to turn off the broil element immediately after using it (for cheese melting). And that does not cover the forced farts, the noisestalking at key moments (for the perps), the internal head noises of no known source (pops, loud swallowing and other), extra noise of placing or picking anything up and a few more intrusions that don't come to mind. And that is considered to be a low level intrusion, "normal" in this warped enviroment I have been cast into and contained in. Worse can be expected anytime, especially on weekends like today.

2145h
I ventured out for shopping and getting a newspaper more to stave off cabin fever more than anything. And even a 2 minute walk to the grocery store is eventful. I had my elevator rushing dudes lined up, the assholes attempting to get in while I am getting out, and the first one hid the second one wearing a dumbshit crimson ballcap.

I had my swarm of at least 10 gangstalkers arranged for me at the controlled traffic crossing one of whom was an Asian with an open tray of paint, as if he had been using a roller to apply paint nearby. This is the second such gangstalking feint in two weeks; it was the building manager's "job" to paint an outside wall last week, One of the silver-grey colored vehicles in the intersection pulled ahead of me and parked on the street. The woman driver made an extra and unneeded loop to walk toward me, then cut through the parking lot she somehow knew was full, and then paralleled me into the grocery store. I had my all male guard of three gangstalkers in position when getting a shopping basket, and started my shopping beat.

And one of the first gangstalkers in the grocery store was this same woman driver/gangstalker who was on me when outside, and then she parallels me again when I was at the freezer cases. Then I went onto the tortillas where three gangstalkers were closely loitering, onto the cheese where at least another five gangstalkers were posted, and then deal with two aisle blocking gangstalkers in succession with the ever ubiquitous "excuse me", as if they didn't know they were being so idiotic.

Then out of there to the checkout where they put on a fucker ahead of me with a horrid orange colored anorak, with some orange cheezies on the checkout conveyor belt. Then the lug behind me at the checkout starts handling my items on the conveyor belt until I asked him to stop, and he "somehow" knew when to quit, because he did without looking at me. His contribution to the color scheme was to place his red tomatoes (not bagged) on his tub of yogurt.

Then when my groceries were being rung up, another gangstalker woman in a light blue fleece jacket was pacing back and forth on account of having some recycle items for the cashier. Anytime I pay (by debit card) I can now be assured of some kind of banter going on around me, as this is the method the perps use to stimulate neural processing of emotional content so it can be accessed for energetics activity in real time. Then when walking back my lead-ahead waddling male gangstalker decided "somehow" that he didn't like me evading his visual blocking of the pink fleeced gangstalker ahead and wandered laterally to block my view, and then wandered back again to block my evasion of his gambit. This same waddling male act preceded me once last week on this same stretch of the street.

Anyhow, when back at the apartment building lobby, a ponytailed male in a brown leather jacket erupts from the elevator and we cross paths, this being a demographic that is deemed unfavored. Then "I" decide to get my mail and the crimson ballcapped fucker (above) reprised in exiting the other elevator, and was effectively reversing the gangstalking routine as to when I was outbound.

I can be assured as the distance between the grocery store is so short, that there will likely always be this intensified gangstalking.

Then when I got back and had tea and chocolate; I now find that the perps have governed the flavor down some more. That is, they dynamically delimit my taste responses to chocolate, just to rob me of much of the pleasure of its taste. And yet, they still mind-fuck me into buying good chocolate when I don't want it, and cannot afford it. This planted chocolate "addiction" is plain fucking nuts, and all the more so when they have mind-controlled me in the past to not even liking its smell. The real story on chocolate is that they want me to eat more brown colored food as part of their investigation as to why and how I am so adverse to this color. It is not my problem, so why am I being constantly hounded over it?

This morning at breakfast, as another stunt related to their brown color games, the perps caused my fingers to be mucked up with extra peanut butter after the fact, to allow them to remotely assay this color of brown while I was eating chocolate, obviously a different color of brown. This was my first 100g bar of the day, and the second one is consumed in the afternoon with tea. I never had this much of a chocolate "need" until all this harassment started up, and this is how it has stayed for over four years. It is fucking nuts that someone is driven to buy and eat foods they don't want for a party that won't show its face and explain what in the fuck is going on.

I am getting regular vision impairment as I type this, and it is time for me to blog off for the day.

Back to Back Exercise

1340h
Tuesdays and Thursdays are strength training following yoga, and such that there is no point in changing between them, and just stay in my workout clothing.

This is the intervening break of 20 minutes, before I set off walking for 30 minutes to get to strength training, which also includes a treadmill where the perps let me run for 12 minutes and then shut me down, being rendered into a gasping and depleted state, like they did before.

Yoga was its usual maser and plasma show, and the swarm of shiftless males outside as well. And during check-in I got set up as to the definition of "normal", which I clarified that mine is different than anyone else's without getting into any details, and the other male in the class timed his throat clearing moment just then. I am not sure why the perps need to draw that out from me, but obviously it was planned moment.

As always, there is plenty of background noise at yoga, as there is a commerical kitchen next door, and that offers great opportunity for noise to be added into the noisescape, especially when I am all twisted up in a pose. Another ongoing noise is a steady hum, much like my apartment, where it fluctuates some, as if on a cruise ship with a constant generator noise in the background. So no doubt there are some neural mappings they want to make between this location and at yoga, using the common denominator of the hum noise as the constant.

1905h
Another stinking row with the perps to stop them from displaying orange colored dots on this page as I compose it. These "hints" are springing from nowhere these days. Orange is definitely the color of focus these days. After completion of today's strength training, my two recreation instructors lead ahead of me out the door, both wearing orange jackets, and the only negro woman of the group was between them. Another game of colors, mixing orange with brown skin.

The perps are having another motorcycle noise moment, they have the motorcycle revving away for no reason, and only after that, does it roar off in a long trail off.

This is dusk onset, and the perps have been busy flashing light into my apartment from the setting sun reflecting off the windows, some of them are movable. And they kept manipulating a number of them, to keep me in more light, and to have more flickering. There appears to be no one moving the windows, and this amount of window movement over many apartments is one more in the improbability column.

I walked to strength training after yoga, and walked back, giving myself even more exercise in the process. Though in fact, it was a humungous vehicular gangstalk event (~500 or more), and the fuckers are even having vehicles troll by me at slow speeds, almost walking speed when there is no other road traffic coordinated. As usual, there were clusters of silver grey vehicles, then clusters of white vehicles, and the piece de resistance, clusters of red colored vehicles. Usually they put the other colors with one of these three, though there are other combinations.

I got severe geriatric gangstalkers when at the OB Rec. Center; this one woman kept pacing back and forth in front of me on a machine, and I got so pissed off that I began the free weights until another lime green shirted gangstalker did his "stand and stare" routine. They even put on geriatric cases in dress clothes, working on machines or weights. I couldn't believe how contrived this was, but it would seem that the fuckers want to test this juxtaposition for whatever reasons. They seem to be constantly engaging me for positive or negative responses, and I wonder if this brain function hasn't been derailed and fucked with as well. I am a whole lot more reactive to their "unfavored" presentations than I ever was, as I did not even notice any reaction when seeing red hairs, white hairs, bald heads, ponytails on men and the rest of it.

The ambulatory gangstalking strategy has changed some; they are putting on clusters of the fuckers, four to eight in a loose group, usually 3 to 5 parties that "happen" to be walking almost together. In this way they occupy the full width of the sidewalk in front of me, and only making room for me to pass by in the last 15' or so. These individuals are of mixed clothing color combinations, and invariably the most vile colored clothing is embedded in the middle of the pack so it is not visible at first glance, and only when I get closer. In one such cluster of six, they had three red heads for example.

I cannot understand why my predilections as to colors, body features, appearance, age, skin color and the rest of it are my business only, but instead are presented to me anytime I am in public in order for some sick gutless assholes to examine the neurological responses from a remote surveillance site. For the most part, I was unaware of these deep seated preferences and prejudices until the perps kept up their presentations in the form of this constant freak show of gangstalkers, and it seems that this entire project is hinging on what I visually like or dislike. It is none of anyone else's business, so why are my native predilections the center of a massive gangstalking and mind control research operation?

1945h
A three cascade siren show just ended; this is where one emergency vehicle sounds the siren, and then another follows it by a minute or so later, making for either overlap or an extended siren noise. The assholes also put on the fire department on an "emergency call" earlier today when I was walking back, and lo, if they didn't "show up" again when I was walking past the front of the firehall. An amazing coincidence that, and one of many in any given day.

The big excitement for the perps might be that I didn't have the same food as I nearly always do tonight. Under the "disabled" moniker I get access to low cost precooked frozen meals, and for the first time, I exercised that option. It was spinach pie tonight, and I was disappointed in the amount that I got, and the orange (here we go again) carrots that were plain offensive and tasteless to boot. As mentioned above, there are many more "reactions" to specific colors that the perps put on, and they are on an orange fixation these days.

And I was forced to use the fry pan to heat up the food, having been mind-fucked into throwing out my baking sheet when I moved in, not having used it for some years. I reckon this was not a fluke, as they put on quite a noise offensive when I was cleaning and wiping the fry pan dry afterward.

As this is nearly two hours after my dinner, this might be the right moment in my digestion that the perps need to apply their noise to tease out the color and energetics interactions of eating spinach at dinner. Normally, the only time I eat vegetables is when I have dinner at my parents, and they have left for the UK for three weeks. This might be the meal experimentation equivalent, of introducing new foods at other times of the week.

While eating the spinach pie, the perps flipped the filo pastry pieces all over my plate; they got endless fun in having them jump from under the fork, and hopping them on a "bounce" when the filo pieces fell off. Just another in a long string of juvenility events today, and nothing special except that this was a new food, and therefore, a new food flicking game for them.

2105h
I am getting a yawning assault with a jaw clicking noise each time I stiffle the yawn. This is occuring while reading about psychical research and the findings of the many erstwhile researchers. I reckon the perps are all cranked up about psi energies, and for them, determining these is the holy grail; this is why they play this monsterous game of pretend, raping the living shit out of the selected victim's lives 24x7 while pressing on with their illegal agenda. As mentioned before, the perp's preoccupations with colors, my native predilections and any related psi energies is not my problem, so why am I being fucked over at every possible moment?

Earlier, two more of my regular "in-house" gangstalkers "happened by" when I was out walking today. The strange blonde dude with the long hair and the propensity to stand behind the front door while I was opening it was on a seeming plastic bottle collection quest to get the refund money for returning his two plastic bags full to the nearby bottle return depot.

Then the out-of-town brother-like gangstalker "showed up" outside my apartment building, this fucker on his second reprise since I left the putative rooming house May 01. He was the one with no apparent room unlike the blonde male act who had an assigned room to emerge from in his in-hallway gangstalking "coincidences". Any regular readers will know that the odds of running into these same cast of characters from a location more than half a mile away is remote, and yet all but one has "resurfaced" at least once since I moved out. Two of them reprised yesterday as a single party, and two independent "residents" of that location reprised today. Never have I experienced so many "coincidences" of past gangstalkers since all this harassment went overt in 2002.

At the OB Rec Center where I do the strength training there are three women in the admissions area and office which is enclosed by glass. And it is as if being large and overweight was the main criteria for the job. They each are over 200 lbs, and I cannot fathom how anyone working at a fitness center, even at the office, could get so large. The usual dress code for them is for one to be in black, another in red, and the third in brown, all colors of extreme perp interest. Past blogs have mentioned how often the perps put their gangstalkers and other objects behind glass and plexiglass, and this must be a particular experiment with obese women, mixing the color of their clothing with their obesity.

2235h
I am having a read from Survival After Death.com, a site on the paranormal, and this is a fascinating web site to find linkages to the harassment assholes, but is also a magnet for them to fuck with my vision and reading ability. It is not to be known if the harassment criminals are creating paranormal events as a running joke for themselves to play upon us mortals, or if this is another body of knowledge they want to understand and remotely manipulate.

Anyhow, the forced typos are coming on strong, and it is time to call this a posting for the day.

Waddlers on the Reprise

1045h
I did the gangstalk gauntlet to London Drugs today for a prescription, and was also hoping to get Christmas wrapping paper and a card, and some dental hygiene items. It was a phenomenal gangstalk; a swarm of eight crossing and leading gangstalkers before I got in at hte doors, and the prequisite staff member who just "happened" to come outside in advance of me going in. It was totally insane; they have this choreographed flooding of operatives, and I am supposed to fit in somehow, though without seeing the script.

At the Rx counter the bizarreness continued; a blonde woman in black was ahead of me, then she wandered 8' away, seeming not wanting to wait, then a black jacketed older male comes in, skipping the queue line because he is an asshole, and then the black haired Asian pharmacy cashier returns and calls for the blonde woman to return, which she does, and transacts for her medicine. Then the "can't wait" male asks his bullshit question ("where is ...?", I know this routine now) and walks through the region in front of me and where the blonde woman was only moments ago. (I call this coverage "sweeping" where an operative walks or drives through the former or a to-be-occupied location of me or another shill.) So this fucker, who then turned his head 90 degrees toward me, but kept his glance further behind him (say 105 degree turn of the eyes) so not to catch my eye even if his head was facing me, swept through the location I was to occupy to then transact for my Rx. He reminded me of a certain consulting forester I knew peripherally, though not by voice.

Weird enough to be sure, but then I couldn't find Christmas wrapping paper anywhere, this is the second time at LD, and the perps had me in frazzle mode after planting four gangstalkers in the dental hygeine aisle, and another six in the chocolates section and other mobile swarms. Anyhow, everywhere I went there was this mobile swarm of gangstalkers, and that included getting out of the store, gangstalkers deliberately getting in the way of the exit when they had to go to a cashier first. The large-gutted manager (or operative in disguise) also followed me around, he in the classic black and white getup that is the signature for their color games. And the perps have not let me have a plastic basket in LD for months now, that is off the permissible object interactions list seemingly. But somehow, their gangstalkers have no problem finding them and bringing them in close.

And more of the gangstalkers are reprising; coming back to stalk again in a new part of the store, accompanying me outside or crossing paths again in about the same street location outbound as well as inbound. When exiting LD, there was one gangstalker ahead, and one behind me, in a black and white checkerboard style leather jacket, the de rigeur gangstalking clothing item, even in summer. (The metal salts give off energy reflectance). And this Cheers-like faked conviviality between gangstalkers, making no bones about that they know each other, which is highly unlikely in normal circumstances of individual shopping. There are more gangstalkers with walking impairments now, at least one per 20 minute roundtrip on the street. And more waddlers and oversized gangstalkers, that somehow cross streetside paths again, the staged happenchance of pedestrians finishing their "shopping" in my neighborhood about the time that I am returning having finished mine. Three today, when one is exceptional, and both ensuring they are on the same side of the road that I am on.

The "roofers" arrived outside my window before I got out of bed, and they seem to be slowly acclimatizing themselves in making noise at selective intervals or with coincident events. Plus they get an excuse to dress up like clowns; all in yellow, orange and blue etc. As before, they have their own parking regimen, and all others adapt to their monopolization. They came with two variants blue pickups, and later, after I came back from my trip to LD, they put a black pickup with the ubiquitous ladder projecting forward from the box, over the cab. This ladder arrangement is virtually standard in this town for the pickups without a ladder rack.

The yellow dressed "roofer"' came to gangstalk when I was standing at the sink brushing my teeth, without my glasses on, and then he departed again. The exaggerated "come to have a look" stunt, is now a instant marker for a gangstalker stunt. All this is to get more action from the W. side, after the prodigous amount of activity in the hallway (E. side) for the past few weeks. (And the hallway action has diminished this week). All part of the game, including tossing objects off the three story roof, coincident with me reading about the incarcerations in the US over recent immigration arrests as well as that in Iraq, where seemingly, there is no accounting for the prisoners they have taken. (And as I wrote that, a coughing and hacking eruption arose in this rooming house and outside tape measure noise began.)

1305h
After a rage-ified lunch making again, all while the "roofers" were yapping and making noise outside, I get some PC time, but no rest. The post-meal time is a big obsession for the assholes, so they have brought the squeaking steering belt under my window outside, and ensured there was plenty of protracted airtime in "negotiating" backing the vehicle out. For lunch preparation it was the usual food flicking and then the cutting board spining while using it (not related to my actions, being careful not to supply an excuse for the perps to "augment".)

The house and room shaking is starting up in this post-mealtime digestion activity; Sometimes two slammings a minute, and "somehow" the vibration travels 20' down to my room and shakes and rattles objects in here.

The perps pulled and interesting stunt in the morning while I was in bed; they created some sensations as if someone else was in it, e.g. deforming the matress and having that sensation travel to me, and when I realized this was a jerkaround, the noisestalking came on from above. [It seems that the perps are screwing me over again for typo's again.]

1615h
A rare lengthy call with Ms. C of the story, which ultimately lapsed into the clinical bullshit line, and then the games of having me recount the early overt harassment details and meanwhile, there were white strobing plasma flashes on my fridge while I detailed events the perps haven't been able to fuck with yet. Yet again, "somehow" I was not resistive in explaining this to her, as it goes nowhere each time. She being as obdurate as any paid-for physician. And note, the Open Letter to Clinicians was never read by the doctor and "forget" to mention to her to abate the conversation.

And the perps like me to get into the collective improbabiliy of all these unlikely events happening. Even if I mention that if I see six red vehicles around me at an intersection, then anyone else would too. But the perps also scare me as they want to know every last detail about how I know I was being fucked with when and how, and who was aiding (or not) at the time. And it was equally tedious to explain that if magnets work 100% of the time to limit painful irradiations (then), there there is a good chance that the issue is not of clinical origin. Anyhow, there is nothing wrong with Ms. C's recall (better than mine), and somehow she didn't remember that I have been down all the roads she was "suggesting". (Read, scripted prompting line to have me delve into more recall).

And the weird thing is that she never calls me by name; "Kiddo" is what I get, and strangely, the mind-fucked "I" doesn't wish to call her by name either. There is something odd about this, both at the conversational level and the bigger metaphysics of it, and that is a long standing trend of most of "my" friendships.

And the latest mind-fuck incursion is to have me insert (cut/paste) the text in the wrong location; this began yesterday, and is extremely vexing on top of all the typo and syntax repairs the assholes force me through. And what could the clinical explanation of that be for a 16 year Windows user?

1900h
The hallway spraying of "air freshener" has reached new levels of silliness; the manager opens his door and sprays the aerosol from his doorway and then retreats back in his room. And how did he know to spray the hallway in the first place? As always, the smell has a rapid uptake in my room and up my nostrils. And is becoming more of a post-dinner event like the overhead clunking (tonight also), and the flurries of serial egress with a room vibrating closure of the front door.

Another hallway spraying, which causes me to wonder if the harassment merits of a rooming house are too seductive for the perps to let me out and get a subsidized place. They can fuck with the bathroom, hallways, noise levels, heating, and it is all outside of my control. And also, plant all their gangstalkers in serial egress to the bathroom next door, and in the hallway to shake the building when they exit. Better than the hospital gig they incarcerated me in for no organic condition whatsoever.

2125h
The noise front is entering its elegant phase; drive me to put on the earmuffs by making annoying noises through the pipes (ostensibly) and then later, with earmuffs on, pound the floor overhead, or wall in front of me penetrating the ear muffs, when I read specific words/concepts which have been defined in advance. Tonight's trigger word is Faraday Cage, a screen of metal to prevent electromagnetic energies from penetrating inside an occluded space. Anyhow, it is fucking tedious being the object of all this, and the assholes are always on the offensive.

Another wall pounding for no reason, and the perps timed a zap to go with it which pisses me off all the more. The wall poundings began today, and so far there has been three that "somehow" happened when none did before. It is similar to the heat vent games that now go on; nearly every next door bathroom visitor now undertakes adjusting it, as if they have a pressing need, which was never the case. Like most things, the perps do not see the total idiocy of this, pounding on someone's wall in an attempt to delve deeper into their subject's minds while pretending such behavior is normal. All this for a billion dollar program. They way is usually works is that when "I" summon enough outrage (read, mind-controlled reaction), to confront the asshole, it will be the last time they will use this harassment method.

2305h
More reading of Kozyrev's work; very interesting and contains likely explanations for the perps' abiding need to have vehicles circle or turn around me, or me around them (when I was driving). It is the torsional fields that mainstream physics is in denial about, not to mention some premature deaths of prominent physicists; e.g. de Palma, Willick and Mallove.