1020h
Translated, the post's title refers to the fact that I had the ambition to walk some three blocks into downtown and do some banking and then pick up more omega 3 supplements, as these had an "accelerated" depletion rate by unconventional means. Then the ambition notions rapidly attenuated, and here I am putzing on the web all morning, my usual default "habit".
And it seems that the perps want to repeat last month's temporal offset medication and supplement timing acquisition and use. The medications were procured a week before "I" (in the collective mind controlled sense) was energized to get the supplements and start using them. Hence, the supplements, a month's supply, should have lasted an extra week longer, but mysteriously didn't. There have been past anomalous depletions of my essential fatty acids supply, even in pre-overt harassment days before 04-2002.
As I predicted, the perps kept me tossing and turning for over an hour last night before allowing me to go to sleep. I had an uncontrolled thought come to mind as I was reviewing the day's activities, and realized that yesterday my mother asked about furniture of mine that she has never seen or would even know about. These are two indoor canvas chairs with chrome frames that my brother disposed of, though he never mentioned where, in early 2005. I was moving into a smaller apartment and had no room for them. I owned these chairs first when I was in Seattle in 2001, and so only I would know about them, as family "interaction" (as managed by mind-control and scripts), doesn't get to the level of even mentioning furniture in any detailed way, and nor have my parents ever visited any of my five apartments in town.
When I had that realization, if indeed it was mine, while tossing and turning, the noisescape was turned up for the next five minutes or so; more overhead pounding, more heavy duty vehicle noise from outside (at 2300h to 2400h), more brake squealing, a procession of vehicles with perforated mufflers, buzzy Vespas noise, the tenth siren occurence of yesterday, street hollaring and a few other augmentations that I cannot recall.
Another nightime game was to wake me up and look at the grainy picture show on the ceiling, and this time it was dynamic, with a vibrational grainy appearance that was active, unlike the static looks of the past. And for the first time in observing this "regular" anomalous phenonmenon, I was permitted to not only see this grainy pulsation of the light, but also treated to watching it slow down and dissapate to then appear static. Looking at the ceiling never has been so interesting until the perps arrived to let me know they were managing my life, and it wasn't out of any appreciation of the fact that they had already been doing since birth without anyone telling me.
1740h
I am back from the yoga and the strength training workouts, at differing locations. It is quite clear that the perps are loading more gangstalkers around me, and aren't looking to their usual pretense. One dude comes in 15 minutes late into yoga and then plants himself beside me, and then shows off his skin tone brown socks. I moved over. Then, an elderly woman arrives 30 minutes late and stands 2' away, behind me the entire time. What person on their 70's can, or would, stand for 30 minutes when a chair is beside them? I was fucking pissed at this, and wondered who in the fuck would be that sick. And very likely I know the asshole and this person was attempting to put on the staring act, and this was their morph-over form. Probably my mother, as her disappearances are getting suspicious. And I wouldn't be surprised if the 15 minutes late act with the disgusting socks wasn't my out-of-town brother who has been on many gangstalkings of late, even down to the changing hair color, same person. Meaning, the perps were purposely blowing his cover while morphed in that same body and face set.
We all had a blue mats at yoga, seven participants and six variants of blue, the only duplicate identical blue was mine, as a big hefty dude putting on the cretin act in all navy blue came for the first time, and did stand-around duty until the elderly woman came to gangstalk right over me. There is no question this yoga class is becoming an operative's rotation for gangstalking freaks, and now, no social distance is respected.
And I also got at least three red plasma flashes while a yoga in my peripherial vision, and of course no one said anything. There were at least three one second long flashes of yellow and apple green before the class started, and they were between an operative and me, and would of been seen by at least two others, and yet again, no one said anything. It is a outrage that I am being hounded all over the city, and then the sickos come to stand over me while in a yoga class.
Then onto strength training where red was the predominant color theme for the operatives swarming around me in four separate locations. While on the bicycle they filtered five of them around me, one by one, over 8 minutes or so, one guy I know from my past career who was in the next door office. He came in an apple green shirt, and this is becoming a frequent plasma flash color by designed coincidence.
In the Fellini-like progression of freaks that are "showing up", today's award goes to the operative who was hefting weights, and encircling me, all the while with his shirt lapel stuck in his mouth, and wearing shades the whole time while indoors. Yessir, you read that correctly, adult operatives/gangstalkers now place a part of their shirt in their mouth, and walk about in a fitness center, and aren't in our "day group" of putative mental defectives . In this instance, the shirt-biter had the corner of a dark green shirt in his mouth for the 15 minutes that I observed him, or more like, my attention was directed to see.
And the perps are still on granny stalking while I work out; the same wizened bag is placed near me, or my attention is directed to see, this same woman for over 8 sessions, who is always there when I am there, (and how would that happen so consistently?), and she gets "featured" everytime. She is planted when I enter, exit, wandering by when on a machine, planted in my view when on the 10 minute aerobic session, and consistently end up in view everywhere I am while there. Even the old gents in street clothes have been pulled after 4 weeks, but the granny stalking is relentless.
At the conclusion of strength training the perps had me in cornered in the change room with two dudes wearing red and one had a red gym bag in hand. The when I got out to depart, they put on two women in file both with red shirts one being a carmine red (fugly), then when on the street outside the recreation center, they put on six red parked vehicles in various orientations, and then when at the first intersection to cross, they put on three red vehicles in file, plus at least another five red vehicles passing through or turning a corner. That was the biggest red show yet, save yesterday's 8 parked red vehicles at the computer service location.
I got another reprise gangstalker while enroute in walking back from the recreation center; a navy sport jacked portly 50+ y.o. over a burgundy shirt "shows up" at the first intersection when I passed by, and he looked like a fish out of water in a suburban shopping area. Then some 25 minutes later, this same dude in the same clothes is walking toward me, closer to downtown, but still in a neighborhood where the formality is on the low side. As this is second such reprising gangstalker within two weeks, each within a half block of each other at both ends, it cannot be a fluke for even the doubters, aka clinical touts.
1900h
More overhead pounding has started up, enough for me to yell at the assholes, and still they keep this up, attempting to make it seem if the upstairs "neighbors" are tromping around in lead boots and hefting safes back and forth. My reading about Linux and Microsoft in the computer news has the perps worked up, or else it is the brown colored dinner content digestion moment they have been hounding me over for 5 years.
2000h
I heard from my ex that our daughter is going to get an award tomorrow, and the concluding school term ceremonies. And I am invited for a second foray of recent weeks to that same school for another mass gangstalking, which is the real reason. And my parents are going, a reasonably strong tip off that it is a First Feral Family event, along with everyone else. How the seating and the timing of the arrangements are going to happen I don't know. In just about every instance of group event attendance over the last five years of being harassed, and even the 4 years before that when I was employed, I was either first or last in arriving to the room or location. It is a very big deal for the perps to arrange these, as today's stand-over-me gangstalker while practicing yoga attests.
And of course this is a big deal for me as to what to wear, as I wear jeans almost exclusively, and my sports jackets are still rumpled from being stored for the past 7 months. And I am begining to understand that my entire adult life of having few matching garment combinations, despite having plenty of clothes, is also a perp managed adversity. All these clothes and few sensible combinations, and I spent decades planning to fix this wardrobe problem, and I never did "somehow". Now I know, and given their interest in all colors that I wear or see, as well as the fabrics, they had a total control over what my wardrobe.
More overhead pounding again, this time it is contingent on any thoughts that are not mind-controlled. The perps appear to use the strategy of posing a question to my subconscious that I am unaware of, so I answer it, and if it goes off script, the fuckers start pounding a 4" concrete and steel floor above me. There is some logic circuit of mine that they cannot yet disable via remote means, though they have made me do many of my routines ass backwards of late, another never-before that is being applied to me more often of late.
2220h
A yawning attack erupted as soon as I took on a new subject to look at online. These too, have long dogged me, and I could never determine a pattern of my yawning spates from the long past, and of course, they were remotely invoked at the whim of The Powers That Be, on yet again, some deranged quest for which they won't declare themselves, as if someone is looking over their shoulder.
2240h
Now more pipe bashing noise from overhead, with something like creaky springs added over it. And as it so happens, the noise is tracking my mouse clickings so enough of that activity and continuing with blogging.
And time to blog off, and call it a day, and ready myself for my going out tomorrow afternoon.
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Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Friday, June 01, 2007
Dog Day Fridays
1355h
I am having an enforced "demotivation" about going anywhere today, another version of "shut in" time that the perps so assiduously foster.
The overhead pounding started up last night, within 5 minutes of being horizontal in bed, plus they also gave me a simutaneous zapping which pissed me off, and I was "obliged" (read, mind-fucked) to verbally respond to. This was about midnight, and under the cover story of "moving" by overhead "neighbors". As before, when the upstairs "neighbors" conduct the same noises (mostly) at the same juctures (unbidden thoughts, coordination with other noise, web page displays etc.), over five succesive residences in two countries over five years, then they cannot be mere mortals, i.e. the random possibilities of human occupation. It is more concerted noise of a specific nature, to continue noisestalking as part of their neural energetics assay activity for the quest of 100% mind control, and the rest of the depraved agenda.
This morning the logging whistles went off again, the same noise that would "erupt" at the same time of day as my last residence location, at least a half mile away. It is a noise that is familiar to me from my long ago working time in forestry, though I was never involved in active logging. Anyhow, the perps like to play this noise when I am "coming to", being slowly aroused from the sleep they have managed.
There was also an awakening to see their "grainy picture show", where everything looks very grainy for some reason, likely related to how they play about with light. Why do they need to wake me up for this, and what do they get from it is beyond me, but typically I am in some kind of semi-awakened state, and no doubt some brain energy pathways are turned off for their convenience in studying the remainder which they seem to have a "problem" with, as in not being able to fuck it around.
I got a white light stroboscoping light show to send me off to sleep; usually the perps put this on and I bury my face in the pillow so to avoid it. Not this time, as they played it in my mind or my sight detection part of the brain, just to keep it going for whatever purpose they have as an objective. That is, I could still "see" this stroboscope show in my closed eyelids that were planted into the pillow. I have some kind of aversion to their stroboscoping games, and this may also be color specific. I always "pass" the standarized red EEG stroboscoping tests to determine for epilepsy, and that isn't too bad. (This is where they put on the sensors on one's head, and have the patient look into a stroboscope image, usually in red).
After the extreme number of emergencies of two days ago, there has been at least three major siren cascades so far, and I am quite sure it is part of this concerted noise assault program, as the actual vehicles rarely surface. It is projected noise, from some control room in one of the heavily aerialled buildings (at least three) in this town. There is more of a high pitched noise flavor over the past week; more brake squealings, children's voices, sirens, air pressure releases and a few others they like to introduce.
2000h
I finally did get out and attempt to cash a rebate check at the bank earlier this afternoon, but I should of not bothered and stayed in a fugue state. The bank was nearly flowing out the door with "customers" so I didn't bother to go inside. I need to see a teller and get more rolls of quarters for these infernal 20 year old coin operated machines in the building. Though in fact, I suspect this serves the perp assholes more than anything. In my experience, they have every last crumb and item of litter all figured out in advance, and where it belongs in the script.
And it was the usual freak show to go 1.5 blocks downtown and partake in the throngs of gangstalkers; it was a Friday afternoon, so it was an all-out gangstalking event. The same individuals who were at an intersection waiting for the pedestrian traffic control when I was headed for the bank, "re-appeared" at that same intersection only 2 minutes later after I turned around outside the bank. These were young Asian boys both wearing black with white hats on, one being a wool toque on one of the hottest June 01 on record. Go figure. There are black and white vehicles parked on the street outside my apartment building as I am typing this.
And the perps figure I need more close-in motorcycle "exposure" (whatever the fuckers get from it), and parked two in one block on the sidewalk, in small alcoves so as to not block egress (excepting the doorway to the buildings).
Another "whatever" was that they put a redi-mix (concrete delivery) truck headed S. as I waited at the traffic control, and then at the next block it was headed N. This was when I was headed into the bank. Then on my way back, they put on a second redi-mix truck with a different coloration heading right through downtown. Clearly, there were no deliveries to make, and this was all about gangstalking. As I mentioned in past blogs, I usually get about five per week now, as this form of vehicular gangstalking has been increased.
When I owned a house, I made concrete many times, and I had two major pours for landscaping, and I think it is about time that the perp nutters who are constantly placing concrete jobs, pours, delivery trucks etc. in my proximity got their sick asses out of the closet, and fessed up to this criminality, all to expedite their own "research"/torture agenda. That way, they could get the results in a week instead of harassing thousands of TI's all over the world in covert fashion for decades in some cases. For my part, (concrete pouring and smoothing activities), it is a case of been there, done that. So why is the perps' problem made to be mine?
And as a response, I get faked bus noise and performance muffler noise, one following the other, and no causal vehicles to be seen. Some kind of answer from the billion dollar budgeted cowards and their litany of illegality. Imagine working for an organization where everything that is to be done is illegal; surveillance, harassment, event construction etc.
2230h
More web surfing; the vision impairments have started up in their usual late day phase. Yesterday was an exception as this form of harassment started first thing in the morning. My theory on that was it was for me to mention at the yoga class check-in, and lo, if there weren't some yoga exercises we all did. Way too convenient. And I suspect that looking the the extreme left, right, up, down, and the four intermediary cardinal directions was to serve the perps' interests to have one eye looking through the glasses while the other was looking out from behind them. The perps expend no end of effort in having me view an item seen directly, through glass, through safety glass (has an embedded plastic layer), through plexiglass, through poly, and any other substance that is transparent or translucent. Then add in all the possible colors and their combinations, and that amounts to thousands of variants. No big deal to these psychopathic nut cases harassing the living fuck out of my life. Just plant another noise; a bell tingling and then a bus noise from outside.
I better stop before there is any more noise baiting and blog off.
I am having an enforced "demotivation" about going anywhere today, another version of "shut in" time that the perps so assiduously foster.
The overhead pounding started up last night, within 5 minutes of being horizontal in bed, plus they also gave me a simutaneous zapping which pissed me off, and I was "obliged" (read, mind-fucked) to verbally respond to. This was about midnight, and under the cover story of "moving" by overhead "neighbors". As before, when the upstairs "neighbors" conduct the same noises (mostly) at the same juctures (unbidden thoughts, coordination with other noise, web page displays etc.), over five succesive residences in two countries over five years, then they cannot be mere mortals, i.e. the random possibilities of human occupation. It is more concerted noise of a specific nature, to continue noisestalking as part of their neural energetics assay activity for the quest of 100% mind control, and the rest of the depraved agenda.
This morning the logging whistles went off again, the same noise that would "erupt" at the same time of day as my last residence location, at least a half mile away. It is a noise that is familiar to me from my long ago working time in forestry, though I was never involved in active logging. Anyhow, the perps like to play this noise when I am "coming to", being slowly aroused from the sleep they have managed.
There was also an awakening to see their "grainy picture show", where everything looks very grainy for some reason, likely related to how they play about with light. Why do they need to wake me up for this, and what do they get from it is beyond me, but typically I am in some kind of semi-awakened state, and no doubt some brain energy pathways are turned off for their convenience in studying the remainder which they seem to have a "problem" with, as in not being able to fuck it around.
I got a white light stroboscoping light show to send me off to sleep; usually the perps put this on and I bury my face in the pillow so to avoid it. Not this time, as they played it in my mind or my sight detection part of the brain, just to keep it going for whatever purpose they have as an objective. That is, I could still "see" this stroboscope show in my closed eyelids that were planted into the pillow. I have some kind of aversion to their stroboscoping games, and this may also be color specific. I always "pass" the standarized red EEG stroboscoping tests to determine for epilepsy, and that isn't too bad. (This is where they put on the sensors on one's head, and have the patient look into a stroboscope image, usually in red).
After the extreme number of emergencies of two days ago, there has been at least three major siren cascades so far, and I am quite sure it is part of this concerted noise assault program, as the actual vehicles rarely surface. It is projected noise, from some control room in one of the heavily aerialled buildings (at least three) in this town. There is more of a high pitched noise flavor over the past week; more brake squealings, children's voices, sirens, air pressure releases and a few others they like to introduce.
2000h
I finally did get out and attempt to cash a rebate check at the bank earlier this afternoon, but I should of not bothered and stayed in a fugue state. The bank was nearly flowing out the door with "customers" so I didn't bother to go inside. I need to see a teller and get more rolls of quarters for these infernal 20 year old coin operated machines in the building. Though in fact, I suspect this serves the perp assholes more than anything. In my experience, they have every last crumb and item of litter all figured out in advance, and where it belongs in the script.
And it was the usual freak show to go 1.5 blocks downtown and partake in the throngs of gangstalkers; it was a Friday afternoon, so it was an all-out gangstalking event. The same individuals who were at an intersection waiting for the pedestrian traffic control when I was headed for the bank, "re-appeared" at that same intersection only 2 minutes later after I turned around outside the bank. These were young Asian boys both wearing black with white hats on, one being a wool toque on one of the hottest June 01 on record. Go figure. There are black and white vehicles parked on the street outside my apartment building as I am typing this.
And the perps figure I need more close-in motorcycle "exposure" (whatever the fuckers get from it), and parked two in one block on the sidewalk, in small alcoves so as to not block egress (excepting the doorway to the buildings).
Another "whatever" was that they put a redi-mix (concrete delivery) truck headed S. as I waited at the traffic control, and then at the next block it was headed N. This was when I was headed into the bank. Then on my way back, they put on a second redi-mix truck with a different coloration heading right through downtown. Clearly, there were no deliveries to make, and this was all about gangstalking. As I mentioned in past blogs, I usually get about five per week now, as this form of vehicular gangstalking has been increased.
When I owned a house, I made concrete many times, and I had two major pours for landscaping, and I think it is about time that the perp nutters who are constantly placing concrete jobs, pours, delivery trucks etc. in my proximity got their sick asses out of the closet, and fessed up to this criminality, all to expedite their own "research"/torture agenda. That way, they could get the results in a week instead of harassing thousands of TI's all over the world in covert fashion for decades in some cases. For my part, (concrete pouring and smoothing activities), it is a case of been there, done that. So why is the perps' problem made to be mine?
And as a response, I get faked bus noise and performance muffler noise, one following the other, and no causal vehicles to be seen. Some kind of answer from the billion dollar budgeted cowards and their litany of illegality. Imagine working for an organization where everything that is to be done is illegal; surveillance, harassment, event construction etc.
2230h
More web surfing; the vision impairments have started up in their usual late day phase. Yesterday was an exception as this form of harassment started first thing in the morning. My theory on that was it was for me to mention at the yoga class check-in, and lo, if there weren't some yoga exercises we all did. Way too convenient. And I suspect that looking the the extreme left, right, up, down, and the four intermediary cardinal directions was to serve the perps' interests to have one eye looking through the glasses while the other was looking out from behind them. The perps expend no end of effort in having me view an item seen directly, through glass, through safety glass (has an embedded plastic layer), through plexiglass, through poly, and any other substance that is transparent or translucent. Then add in all the possible colors and their combinations, and that amounts to thousands of variants. No big deal to these psychopathic nut cases harassing the living fuck out of my life. Just plant another noise; a bell tingling and then a bus noise from outside.
I better stop before there is any more noise baiting and blog off.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
A Thousand Points of Light
0930h
Back to front door slamming and room shaking; this infernal affront has started up for another day, and I have 30 more to go in this place, having given my notice in yesterday.
Last night after turning out the lights, there was the entire S. wall lit up in a dull plasmic glow. Upon inspection, this was made up from thousands of very small point sources of light. This was not the first time I have seen this, but likely the first mentioned in this blog. And I have Bush the elder to thank for that metaphor, and it does make me wonder how that came into one of his speeches. I am sure he knows all about this harassment if it is as connected to the squalid Iraq War events as I think it is, as articulated in past blogs.
I was awakened in the night for a grainy picture show, where the appearence of everything takes on this low light condition black and white photograph look. I read somewhere that this is what light would look like if it were slowed down. I cannot vouch for that, as I have no more functional measurement meters, being discouraged by three gaussmeters being fucked with in the past five years so that they don't work. Any measurement device or other electronic device can be disabled remotely I have come to find, right down to always reliable NAD equipment.
1000h
A coughing outbreak with a coincident zapping to piss me off, then follow-on laughing that was forced from the get go, especially its louder than usual volume. No doubt I am due for another round of male jocularity as I haven't had one for weeks.
1130h
An all-quiet order is out, save a few one-of noises. The overhead tromping and floor squeaking noises have returned to mark anything I find interesting and resonant while reading news on the web. Usually they won't let me read longer articles until at least an hour of short pieces, once the noisescape has settled down some.
1150h
Now, the assholes have decided I have been reading too much, and place a floating maser zinger exactly where my right eye focuses and ensure that I am duly annoyed with it to then stop reading that particular story, no matter how engaging it is. There are degrees of engagement with any activity and the assholes find this to be exceptionally fascinating of late. As mentioned above, there is this slow grooming of my attention to written material over the past two hours, and now they have decided that the experiment is over. Time for blogging and putzing again, and on with insubstantial web sites. And as I type this, I am getting the plastic bag rustling outside my door, and now the overhead pounding with some hallway banter. Yesterday's emo case has returned for some reason, and I am sure that it has more to do with the voice mix of the noisescape.
One of the regular noises of yesterday was a chainsaw at least a block away, and it ran for hours. And it so "happens" that I have been long groomed on this one, and have operated this device for many hours in the service of firewood gathering. And even if the neighborhood is mostly concrete towers like the last location, the perps find an excuse to bring operating chainsaws within earshot. It must be a deep limbic brain system (brain stem area) processing or hearing, which might be why I get the odd maser shot in my neck, above my adam's apple.
1210h
The glass bottle bashing act has started up pre-lunchtime, and has also moved in closer for some reason. More smells have also been jammed up my nose, and a minor wind started up around my feet to cool them it seems. Time to put an end to this and make lunch.
1330h
So much for thinking I would catch a break from the noisescape by making and eating lunch. The vacuum cleaning activity started up outside my door for the duration of making lunch with the onset of cheese slicing, another perp fixation that brings extra noise activity. Then it was the power washing, more hallway banter with the vacuum cleaner still going, and more noise that I cannot recall. Then after waiting for it to subside, and eat my lunch, the assholes started up the vacuum cleaner upstairs, and ensured the sound was heard directly overhead. Then it came on again when I was cleaning the dishes, another perp fixation, exactly when I ran the water from this high whining noise faucet, which was immediately shut off. And the assholes coup de gras, the cleaning, rinsing and drying of the frypan, always an object of intense perp interest, was stalked with the electrical extension cord being flipped around in the hallway in closs proximity. Later, when forced to take a piss, there are still white colored scraps outside my door, and that of the next door bathroom. They spent some five minutes vacuuming outside my door and did not pick up all the debris the assholes use for color reference purposes. Unbelievable, but just the routine.
The Sunday-only noise of power washing started up before lunch and is continuing a half hour later, and will continue for a while yet. I surmise that it is a reference noise, a benchmark that they want to continue before, during and after lunch. And another noise that is serving this purpose seems to be the chainsaw noise, a continuation from yesterday.
The glass bashing noise and vibration has started up in response to me being engaged in reading Katharina Wilson's story from Alien Jigsaw, and comparing notes with other abductees. As I am re-reading this from a few days ago, it would seem that the assholes want to track whatever energies that are repetitive, and separate them from others, hoping for some kind of psychic connection between me and who knows what else, the site, author, contents, aliens (perish the thought), abductions (none in my case) and whatever else.
Another Sunday dinner visitation to my parent's place; it was the usual den of gangstalking, feints and lies. And also, more set up games for me to speak at length about a topical item in the news, this time it was the Conrad Black trial in Chicago, a bigger deal fpr Canadians and Brits as that is where he spent the majority of his business career. With all the exposure this case has brought, and all the past exposure in magazines about his business career going back 25 years or more, I often wonder why the perps are keeping him in my knowledge base and re-visiting him with more stories. Do the perps have some kind of surveillance or mind control leverage on him? I won't go there in answering that question, as I don't really know, and sometimes this entire harassment and conspiracy world that appears to exist is even bigger than I imagine. Mind you, I thought that too in 2002 when this started, as it covered work, public activity and clinical staff. Only in late 2002 was I allowed to know it was including family, and these "revelations" seem to be carefully metered. Only in late 2003 was I allowed to know this was a since-birth duration, and not since 1998-9 as "I" thought. (And of course the assholes planted the notion of "how" it began then, totally erroneous of course).
And while I was with the First Feral Family watching TV last night, the plasma and maser show was in full force, no one saying anything of course. And plenty of strong emanations came off the TV, or were otherwise aimed at me, to make me break my gaze. This in addition to my father playing sentry duty, and standing beside the TV, cutting off the view of the wall and curtains. This kind of people blocking and/or guarding of normal views has been more prevalent of late.
And both parents would simultaneously move their feet, or readjust their position, as if they were instructed or controlled to do so. The same fucking pathetic act as everytime, now coming close to four years of these visitations for family gangstalking.
That is enough to blog off, as this is now 04-02-2007, and I will likely start a posting for today's stunts and feints, being a Chicken Run day especially.
Back to front door slamming and room shaking; this infernal affront has started up for another day, and I have 30 more to go in this place, having given my notice in yesterday.
Last night after turning out the lights, there was the entire S. wall lit up in a dull plasmic glow. Upon inspection, this was made up from thousands of very small point sources of light. This was not the first time I have seen this, but likely the first mentioned in this blog. And I have Bush the elder to thank for that metaphor, and it does make me wonder how that came into one of his speeches. I am sure he knows all about this harassment if it is as connected to the squalid Iraq War events as I think it is, as articulated in past blogs.
I was awakened in the night for a grainy picture show, where the appearence of everything takes on this low light condition black and white photograph look. I read somewhere that this is what light would look like if it were slowed down. I cannot vouch for that, as I have no more functional measurement meters, being discouraged by three gaussmeters being fucked with in the past five years so that they don't work. Any measurement device or other electronic device can be disabled remotely I have come to find, right down to always reliable NAD equipment.
1000h
A coughing outbreak with a coincident zapping to piss me off, then follow-on laughing that was forced from the get go, especially its louder than usual volume. No doubt I am due for another round of male jocularity as I haven't had one for weeks.
1130h
An all-quiet order is out, save a few one-of noises. The overhead tromping and floor squeaking noises have returned to mark anything I find interesting and resonant while reading news on the web. Usually they won't let me read longer articles until at least an hour of short pieces, once the noisescape has settled down some.
1150h
Now, the assholes have decided I have been reading too much, and place a floating maser zinger exactly where my right eye focuses and ensure that I am duly annoyed with it to then stop reading that particular story, no matter how engaging it is. There are degrees of engagement with any activity and the assholes find this to be exceptionally fascinating of late. As mentioned above, there is this slow grooming of my attention to written material over the past two hours, and now they have decided that the experiment is over. Time for blogging and putzing again, and on with insubstantial web sites. And as I type this, I am getting the plastic bag rustling outside my door, and now the overhead pounding with some hallway banter. Yesterday's emo case has returned for some reason, and I am sure that it has more to do with the voice mix of the noisescape.
One of the regular noises of yesterday was a chainsaw at least a block away, and it ran for hours. And it so "happens" that I have been long groomed on this one, and have operated this device for many hours in the service of firewood gathering. And even if the neighborhood is mostly concrete towers like the last location, the perps find an excuse to bring operating chainsaws within earshot. It must be a deep limbic brain system (brain stem area) processing or hearing, which might be why I get the odd maser shot in my neck, above my adam's apple.
1210h
The glass bottle bashing act has started up pre-lunchtime, and has also moved in closer for some reason. More smells have also been jammed up my nose, and a minor wind started up around my feet to cool them it seems. Time to put an end to this and make lunch.
1330h
So much for thinking I would catch a break from the noisescape by making and eating lunch. The vacuum cleaning activity started up outside my door for the duration of making lunch with the onset of cheese slicing, another perp fixation that brings extra noise activity. Then it was the power washing, more hallway banter with the vacuum cleaner still going, and more noise that I cannot recall. Then after waiting for it to subside, and eat my lunch, the assholes started up the vacuum cleaner upstairs, and ensured the sound was heard directly overhead. Then it came on again when I was cleaning the dishes, another perp fixation, exactly when I ran the water from this high whining noise faucet, which was immediately shut off. And the assholes coup de gras, the cleaning, rinsing and drying of the frypan, always an object of intense perp interest, was stalked with the electrical extension cord being flipped around in the hallway in closs proximity. Later, when forced to take a piss, there are still white colored scraps outside my door, and that of the next door bathroom. They spent some five minutes vacuuming outside my door and did not pick up all the debris the assholes use for color reference purposes. Unbelievable, but just the routine.
The Sunday-only noise of power washing started up before lunch and is continuing a half hour later, and will continue for a while yet. I surmise that it is a reference noise, a benchmark that they want to continue before, during and after lunch. And another noise that is serving this purpose seems to be the chainsaw noise, a continuation from yesterday.
The glass bashing noise and vibration has started up in response to me being engaged in reading Katharina Wilson's story from Alien Jigsaw, and comparing notes with other abductees. As I am re-reading this from a few days ago, it would seem that the assholes want to track whatever energies that are repetitive, and separate them from others, hoping for some kind of psychic connection between me and who knows what else, the site, author, contents, aliens (perish the thought), abductions (none in my case) and whatever else.
Another Sunday dinner visitation to my parent's place; it was the usual den of gangstalking, feints and lies. And also, more set up games for me to speak at length about a topical item in the news, this time it was the Conrad Black trial in Chicago, a bigger deal fpr Canadians and Brits as that is where he spent the majority of his business career. With all the exposure this case has brought, and all the past exposure in magazines about his business career going back 25 years or more, I often wonder why the perps are keeping him in my knowledge base and re-visiting him with more stories. Do the perps have some kind of surveillance or mind control leverage on him? I won't go there in answering that question, as I don't really know, and sometimes this entire harassment and conspiracy world that appears to exist is even bigger than I imagine. Mind you, I thought that too in 2002 when this started, as it covered work, public activity and clinical staff. Only in late 2002 was I allowed to know it was including family, and these "revelations" seem to be carefully metered. Only in late 2003 was I allowed to know this was a since-birth duration, and not since 1998-9 as "I" thought. (And of course the assholes planted the notion of "how" it began then, totally erroneous of course).
And while I was with the First Feral Family watching TV last night, the plasma and maser show was in full force, no one saying anything of course. And plenty of strong emanations came off the TV, or were otherwise aimed at me, to make me break my gaze. This in addition to my father playing sentry duty, and standing beside the TV, cutting off the view of the wall and curtains. This kind of people blocking and/or guarding of normal views has been more prevalent of late.
And both parents would simultaneously move their feet, or readjust their position, as if they were instructed or controlled to do so. The same fucking pathetic act as everytime, now coming close to four years of these visitations for family gangstalking.
That is enough to blog off, as this is now 04-02-2007, and I will likely start a posting for today's stunts and feints, being a Chicken Run day especially.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
The Floating Sensation
1050h
I am getting a round of the "floating sensation", that all too-common jerkaround when the perps de-energize the temporal lobes in their attempts to go deeper into their brain (my brain) games. And the second round of this was interupted by the manager giving me some oversized mail, junk mail touting a glossy travel magazine. How this outfit got my current name and address is another of those mysteries, but obviously the usual mail through the slot at the top of the door wasn't sufficient for this mind fucking rountine.
And I am getting cranked up about how these accident inquiries are not explaining anything. "Crew error" and that is it. This is more of a local story, but a ferry ran aground last year at nightime, and all were rescued but two before the vessel slipped off the rocks and sunk into deep waters. To date, they still haven't made any effort to bring the vessel up, even if there is a danger of a fuel oil leak. Anyhow, I am always suspicious of these "disasters" and I asked my once sea-faring brother how this might of happened, and he just smirked, possibly purposely to feed my suspicions.
Anyhow, there is still no explanation of actual crew actions for the 14 minutes the crew missed a course change. Could it of been a collective mind-fuck for those on the bridge at the time? Possibly, but I wasn't there and cannot make a call on this one. But what I do know is that the sickos have a fascination with neutrinos, and their interaction is quite different at the earth's surface than in deep waters, so they may of decided to conduct an experiment in this part of the world to determine the neutrino-human energetics interaction on the two unlucky passengers that went down with the ship. This is totally speculative of course, but as I am currently getting successive noise flurries and other related jerkarounds (vision impairments, more floating sensations, smells jammed in the nose, plasma beams flitting around, and the Pseudosweats), I can be quite sure that another party is terribly interested in this scenario, and could be the same one that even suggested/prompted "my" interest/"discovery" into these subatomic particles for which I never gave a shit about in the first place. Anyhow, it is a long way of saying that disaster events aren't what they always appear. And it is another case of the non-causal investigation report, where there is no clarity as to what actually happened to cause this tragedy. Call it the "dumbing-down" of investigational boards Canadian style. My mention of the Anna Nicole Smith coroner's report in yesterday's blog is another example, where she had a personal nurse and yet she ingested contraindicated medications. If the coroner's report is availible online there maybe some better details that did not make it into the news. There have been a few other significant investigations that failed to detail causal events that satisfied the evidence in the past years as well, and I won't go into that large topic here.
1415h
A classic "suck 'n fuck" stunt today; the drop-in center's yoga was cancelled without notice, making for a "go there and come straight back" event, on the same route. Past readers will note that this has "happened" for doctor's visits, caseworker's visits and a few others that don't come to mind. There is something the perps want to know with respect to minimal turnaround duration for regular destinations, and have me return to this room/cell and listen to yet more noisestalking.
And I got my usual entourage of ambulatory and vehicular gangstalking while outside walking; they are now painting the normal (standard) silver-grey dump truck boxes the same color (burgundy) as the cab to create a more monolithic look to this particular large vehicle. This was predictable, as they are doing the same with the Smart Cars.
And the perps even put on a white color lane line painting crew for me to walk by, as they were located near the drop-in center and were in place for my inbound and outbound journey legs. This too is a fascination for the perps, and they have re-painted most of the road lines at least twice on my beats when I was driving, 2002 to mid-2006. Sometimes they had only repainted one line of a two line centerline. I cannot concieve of how that could serve any other purpose than for the perps and their senseless quest to determine what colors I react to, and at what thresholds. Not my problem, so why am I being fucked over it?
And another round of noisestalking in the hallway outside my door with plastic bag rustling; they are going silly on this plastic bag stalking these days, as well as adding more burgundy vehicles into the mix, and backing off on deep metallic red colors. They are still on gangstalking me with crimson reds it seems.
And the floating sensations also came back after lunch; they are continuing to "feature" this kind of fuckery along with the noisescape, running noses, web page changes, mouseclicking, masers and plasma exposures, internal head noises, and the rest of their games.
1550h
Some relative peace and quiet save the odd house noises of thumping that occur downstairs it seems, and of no human intervention. This is akin to the house whacking of yesterday, and here last night.
I had my usual Monday night cannot-sleep spell for an hour, and then was permitted a near uninterupted sleep. There was one awakening to see the "grainy picture show", that strange lighting effect that has all the look of a nightime existing light black and white photograph. This time, it was a glance at my pillow they wanted, and then I was back to sleep, with a late awakening that precluded my drop-in center visitation to go dig non-native plants from Government House. As it turned out, all the perps wanted from me today with respect to the drop-in center was a "there and back" visitation, per above yoga class suprise cancellation. Only in hindsight, if at all, can their plans make sense, though why the assholes need a short turnaround visitation to a regular location is unknown to me.
1910h
The sun is setting and is slowly passing behind a building instead of directly at me as I type. These dusk times are when the perps go extra squirelly with noisestalking and the rest of the games they pull such as typo sabotage. They also have got a drummer's group going earlier tonight in the adjacent nightclub where I can only barely hear it unless they leave the fire escape door open for me. There must be some significant benefits to the vibrations as these are not the only items which are accorded such treatment in my proximity. The glass bottle bashing of the operative/"resident", the forced crockery clashing in my case, the noisy mufflers in significant abundance, the knocking or cleaning of storefront windows in my proximity, and the like.
Anyhow, the noisescape has been mostly quiescent today, save some noise flurries, and perhaps the PC and its last most "repair" of the installation of two indentical disc drives offers sufficient vibration. My theory is that they correlate the energies associated with the vibrations and attempt to build an completed energetics model wherever I am. I am getting enough faked coughing and hacking from the never-get-better "residents" to know that this is a hot topic for the perp assholes in their control room somewhere in town.
1930h
I am getting the overhead pounding again which underscores the importance of this particular dusk time for the perps. It does seem this particular focussed noise is applied to their "problem moments/activities" this being both the digestive period following dinner and dusk time. I may have mentioned this before, but I have a suspicion that the advancement of Daylight time onset to March may have been their doing. In this way they can continue the experimentation at this time of the diurnal day.
And that they fucked me over for four attempts in succession in typing the word "to" in the above paragraph, and have me yell at the fuckers, further suggests that the current situation carries a high-stakes fuckability to it. Getting me riled up is their Fuckover stunt of first resort, except it is not as loud as before by way of speech volume governance.
1955h
The woo-hoo's have started up in this putative rooming house, and outside, the key jingling noise has started up owing to some transiting operatives in the adjacent parking lot. The usual noisestalking of the webpage changes, mouseclickings, unintended page re-displays and the rest of the dull details the perp assholes find so fascinating.
2015h
And just when I was getting complacent about some quiet, another bullshit and over-faked coughing jag has started up from the never-get-better operative/"resident" in this putative rooming house. I could well be projected sound from that quarter rather than a live being. And the perps make sure I get annoyed with it.
2035h
The overhead pounding has started up as thoughtstalking; any uncontrolled observations or thoughts get an overhead clunk accompaniment. So much for any quiet.
2245h
Time to blog off for another dull day, worsened by the perp's fuckery over a late get-up time and the secret cancellation of yoga this afternoon. Cue coughing and hacking.
I am getting a round of the "floating sensation", that all too-common jerkaround when the perps de-energize the temporal lobes in their attempts to go deeper into their brain (my brain) games. And the second round of this was interupted by the manager giving me some oversized mail, junk mail touting a glossy travel magazine. How this outfit got my current name and address is another of those mysteries, but obviously the usual mail through the slot at the top of the door wasn't sufficient for this mind fucking rountine.
And I am getting cranked up about how these accident inquiries are not explaining anything. "Crew error" and that is it. This is more of a local story, but a ferry ran aground last year at nightime, and all were rescued but two before the vessel slipped off the rocks and sunk into deep waters. To date, they still haven't made any effort to bring the vessel up, even if there is a danger of a fuel oil leak. Anyhow, I am always suspicious of these "disasters" and I asked my once sea-faring brother how this might of happened, and he just smirked, possibly purposely to feed my suspicions.
Anyhow, there is still no explanation of actual crew actions for the 14 minutes the crew missed a course change. Could it of been a collective mind-fuck for those on the bridge at the time? Possibly, but I wasn't there and cannot make a call on this one. But what I do know is that the sickos have a fascination with neutrinos, and their interaction is quite different at the earth's surface than in deep waters, so they may of decided to conduct an experiment in this part of the world to determine the neutrino-human energetics interaction on the two unlucky passengers that went down with the ship. This is totally speculative of course, but as I am currently getting successive noise flurries and other related jerkarounds (vision impairments, more floating sensations, smells jammed in the nose, plasma beams flitting around, and the Pseudosweats), I can be quite sure that another party is terribly interested in this scenario, and could be the same one that even suggested/prompted "my" interest/"discovery" into these subatomic particles for which I never gave a shit about in the first place. Anyhow, it is a long way of saying that disaster events aren't what they always appear. And it is another case of the non-causal investigation report, where there is no clarity as to what actually happened to cause this tragedy. Call it the "dumbing-down" of investigational boards Canadian style. My mention of the Anna Nicole Smith coroner's report in yesterday's blog is another example, where she had a personal nurse and yet she ingested contraindicated medications. If the coroner's report is availible online there maybe some better details that did not make it into the news. There have been a few other significant investigations that failed to detail causal events that satisfied the evidence in the past years as well, and I won't go into that large topic here.
1415h
A classic "suck 'n fuck" stunt today; the drop-in center's yoga was cancelled without notice, making for a "go there and come straight back" event, on the same route. Past readers will note that this has "happened" for doctor's visits, caseworker's visits and a few others that don't come to mind. There is something the perps want to know with respect to minimal turnaround duration for regular destinations, and have me return to this room/cell and listen to yet more noisestalking.
And I got my usual entourage of ambulatory and vehicular gangstalking while outside walking; they are now painting the normal (standard) silver-grey dump truck boxes the same color (burgundy) as the cab to create a more monolithic look to this particular large vehicle. This was predictable, as they are doing the same with the Smart Cars.
And the perps even put on a white color lane line painting crew for me to walk by, as they were located near the drop-in center and were in place for my inbound and outbound journey legs. This too is a fascination for the perps, and they have re-painted most of the road lines at least twice on my beats when I was driving, 2002 to mid-2006. Sometimes they had only repainted one line of a two line centerline. I cannot concieve of how that could serve any other purpose than for the perps and their senseless quest to determine what colors I react to, and at what thresholds. Not my problem, so why am I being fucked over it?
And another round of noisestalking in the hallway outside my door with plastic bag rustling; they are going silly on this plastic bag stalking these days, as well as adding more burgundy vehicles into the mix, and backing off on deep metallic red colors. They are still on gangstalking me with crimson reds it seems.
And the floating sensations also came back after lunch; they are continuing to "feature" this kind of fuckery along with the noisescape, running noses, web page changes, mouseclicking, masers and plasma exposures, internal head noises, and the rest of their games.
1550h
Some relative peace and quiet save the odd house noises of thumping that occur downstairs it seems, and of no human intervention. This is akin to the house whacking of yesterday, and here last night.
I had my usual Monday night cannot-sleep spell for an hour, and then was permitted a near uninterupted sleep. There was one awakening to see the "grainy picture show", that strange lighting effect that has all the look of a nightime existing light black and white photograph. This time, it was a glance at my pillow they wanted, and then I was back to sleep, with a late awakening that precluded my drop-in center visitation to go dig non-native plants from Government House. As it turned out, all the perps wanted from me today with respect to the drop-in center was a "there and back" visitation, per above yoga class suprise cancellation. Only in hindsight, if at all, can their plans make sense, though why the assholes need a short turnaround visitation to a regular location is unknown to me.
1910h
The sun is setting and is slowly passing behind a building instead of directly at me as I type. These dusk times are when the perps go extra squirelly with noisestalking and the rest of the games they pull such as typo sabotage. They also have got a drummer's group going earlier tonight in the adjacent nightclub where I can only barely hear it unless they leave the fire escape door open for me. There must be some significant benefits to the vibrations as these are not the only items which are accorded such treatment in my proximity. The glass bottle bashing of the operative/"resident", the forced crockery clashing in my case, the noisy mufflers in significant abundance, the knocking or cleaning of storefront windows in my proximity, and the like.
Anyhow, the noisescape has been mostly quiescent today, save some noise flurries, and perhaps the PC and its last most "repair" of the installation of two indentical disc drives offers sufficient vibration. My theory is that they correlate the energies associated with the vibrations and attempt to build an completed energetics model wherever I am. I am getting enough faked coughing and hacking from the never-get-better "residents" to know that this is a hot topic for the perp assholes in their control room somewhere in town.
1930h
I am getting the overhead pounding again which underscores the importance of this particular dusk time for the perps. It does seem this particular focussed noise is applied to their "problem moments/activities" this being both the digestive period following dinner and dusk time. I may have mentioned this before, but I have a suspicion that the advancement of Daylight time onset to March may have been their doing. In this way they can continue the experimentation at this time of the diurnal day.
And that they fucked me over for four attempts in succession in typing the word "to" in the above paragraph, and have me yell at the fuckers, further suggests that the current situation carries a high-stakes fuckability to it. Getting me riled up is their Fuckover stunt of first resort, except it is not as loud as before by way of speech volume governance.
1955h
The woo-hoo's have started up in this putative rooming house, and outside, the key jingling noise has started up owing to some transiting operatives in the adjacent parking lot. The usual noisestalking of the webpage changes, mouseclickings, unintended page re-displays and the rest of the dull details the perp assholes find so fascinating.
2015h
And just when I was getting complacent about some quiet, another bullshit and over-faked coughing jag has started up from the never-get-better operative/"resident" in this putative rooming house. I could well be projected sound from that quarter rather than a live being. And the perps make sure I get annoyed with it.
2035h
The overhead pounding has started up as thoughtstalking; any uncontrolled observations or thoughts get an overhead clunk accompaniment. So much for any quiet.
2245h
Time to blog off for another dull day, worsened by the perp's fuckery over a late get-up time and the secret cancellation of yoga this afternoon. Cue coughing and hacking.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Daylight Savings Time
1245h
There was a delayed awakening time this morning, getting up at 0900h which is 1000h PDT. All to create a late start to the day, a very common stunt until recent weeks, then back to it.
There were a couple of awakenings in the night, to have me contemplate matters related to being harassed and everything that goes with it, this time without the overhedad pounding or squeaking noises. Then another shorter awakening to see their grainy picture show, this time with varying degrees of graininess, the second such incident this past week.
For irregular readers, the latter refers to altered light conditions where what I see is rendered like a grainy black and white photograph taken in dim light conditions with no flash or augmented lighting. This coarse grainy appearance is usually of a consistent graininess over the entire visual field, but this time, the window was given an extra grainy look while other closer objects were less grainy. These sessions only last 5 or 10 seconds at most, then I am sent back to sleep.
As this is Sunday, the local power washing started up again, and seems to have abated in this run up before making lunch, one of the prime times for being noise and thought stalked. This is when the all-quiet order goes out, and only select noises are introduced. I suspect this all-quiet period is the culmination of their morning's noise activities, thought to be related to their "vacuum structuring" that borrows from all the noise and vibration that is created.
And I was allowed to read longer articles in the online news this morning, another rarity. Not only that, the vision impairment harassment was largely abated. Given how predominant that is, I don't expect this double abberation to continue. More typo sabotage, time to stop blogging for now.
1425h
The perps cranked me up while making and eating lunch with their food flicking games; "somehow" there was cheese crumbs that moved 2' from the slices I cut and ended up underneath the black spatula. There has been a big campaign on in fucking everything related to cheese as part of my food preparation. The normal cheddar cheese has gon crumbly in the block, breaks up in my hand, and falls in most peculiar ways off the slicer. I had a cheese shredder before I moved here, but these constrained lodging circumstances were the change agent to use a slicer for the first time. The most peculiar cheese slicing event to date has been three successive slices falling in precise x, y and z orientations, one after the other. They always put on noisestalking when slicing the cheese or placing the slices on the tortillas. What their fixation is I don't know, but they have been on this for over 50 years and still cannot figure it out. As always, it is not my problem, and yet I am being constantly fucked over for it.
1510h
The room shaking and power washing noise has started up; all the front door closures are serving as the cover story to have my room, 20' away rattle and shake. The serial movements of the operative herd has begun, like the proverbial frat house with students heading off to class. As always, the maser and plasma games continue, often interspersed with this text as it appears on the LCD display.
More mind-fuck games continue in having me get a new Windows session when all I wanted was a new Firefox browser tab, or vice versa. This ability to fuck my intent in this specialized manner "showed up" a few months ago, as the perps had been hard at exercising this before, and finally succeeded in being able to mind-control mouse and keyboard commands and transpose them at will, and then letting me in on their fuckery after the fact. Not being able to undertake the smallest of actions without their depraved interventions is extremely depressing and enraging. It is time that they fucked their own operatives as experimental subjects instead of me. I have done 52 years of this venal intrusion and that is enough.
1445h
I am getting mind-fucked as to what the time is; my ordinary ability to add an offset is also being fucked with. I get extra emails that I cannot find which "cause" the counter to reflect more unread emails than is the case. So each time I see the unread email count I offest it by subtracting two from the total. Of late, the perps have had me "forget" to apply the offset and by that, fake me into thinking I got more emails to read than I have. Such are their games; seeding the traditional IBM mantra of FUD, fear, uncertainty and doubt. More like WUD, being Wrong, Uncertain and Doubtful.
The drumming noise has started up, more traditional Sunday fare for me. They are getting into progressive beats, increasing the rate of the beat into a crescendo.
The perps are also hammering me with typo sabotage; this might be the last blog note of the day, as it is getting out of control. I have never made so many typing mistakes in my life, and yet I have 35 years of keyboard experience. No rest for being fucked with.
I am being prevented from getting to my email; Yahoo has been down all of today so far. The like minded take down of the Canadian income tax filing application is still inaccessible. These are only two (IMHO) examples of the constant incursions as to what I am allowed to do.
1500h
I am going to call this blog posting done for the day. I am being time-gamed (don't know what the time is unless I do mental contortions) and have been fucked with all day so far, and the ongoing typo sabotage is the final piss off.
There was a delayed awakening time this morning, getting up at 0900h which is 1000h PDT. All to create a late start to the day, a very common stunt until recent weeks, then back to it.
There were a couple of awakenings in the night, to have me contemplate matters related to being harassed and everything that goes with it, this time without the overhedad pounding or squeaking noises. Then another shorter awakening to see their grainy picture show, this time with varying degrees of graininess, the second such incident this past week.
For irregular readers, the latter refers to altered light conditions where what I see is rendered like a grainy black and white photograph taken in dim light conditions with no flash or augmented lighting. This coarse grainy appearance is usually of a consistent graininess over the entire visual field, but this time, the window was given an extra grainy look while other closer objects were less grainy. These sessions only last 5 or 10 seconds at most, then I am sent back to sleep.
As this is Sunday, the local power washing started up again, and seems to have abated in this run up before making lunch, one of the prime times for being noise and thought stalked. This is when the all-quiet order goes out, and only select noises are introduced. I suspect this all-quiet period is the culmination of their morning's noise activities, thought to be related to their "vacuum structuring" that borrows from all the noise and vibration that is created.
And I was allowed to read longer articles in the online news this morning, another rarity. Not only that, the vision impairment harassment was largely abated. Given how predominant that is, I don't expect this double abberation to continue. More typo sabotage, time to stop blogging for now.
1425h
The perps cranked me up while making and eating lunch with their food flicking games; "somehow" there was cheese crumbs that moved 2' from the slices I cut and ended up underneath the black spatula. There has been a big campaign on in fucking everything related to cheese as part of my food preparation. The normal cheddar cheese has gon crumbly in the block, breaks up in my hand, and falls in most peculiar ways off the slicer. I had a cheese shredder before I moved here, but these constrained lodging circumstances were the change agent to use a slicer for the first time. The most peculiar cheese slicing event to date has been three successive slices falling in precise x, y and z orientations, one after the other. They always put on noisestalking when slicing the cheese or placing the slices on the tortillas. What their fixation is I don't know, but they have been on this for over 50 years and still cannot figure it out. As always, it is not my problem, and yet I am being constantly fucked over for it.
1510h
The room shaking and power washing noise has started up; all the front door closures are serving as the cover story to have my room, 20' away rattle and shake. The serial movements of the operative herd has begun, like the proverbial frat house with students heading off to class. As always, the maser and plasma games continue, often interspersed with this text as it appears on the LCD display.
More mind-fuck games continue in having me get a new Windows session when all I wanted was a new Firefox browser tab, or vice versa. This ability to fuck my intent in this specialized manner "showed up" a few months ago, as the perps had been hard at exercising this before, and finally succeeded in being able to mind-control mouse and keyboard commands and transpose them at will, and then letting me in on their fuckery after the fact. Not being able to undertake the smallest of actions without their depraved interventions is extremely depressing and enraging. It is time that they fucked their own operatives as experimental subjects instead of me. I have done 52 years of this venal intrusion and that is enough.
1445h
I am getting mind-fucked as to what the time is; my ordinary ability to add an offset is also being fucked with. I get extra emails that I cannot find which "cause" the counter to reflect more unread emails than is the case. So each time I see the unread email count I offest it by subtracting two from the total. Of late, the perps have had me "forget" to apply the offset and by that, fake me into thinking I got more emails to read than I have. Such are their games; seeding the traditional IBM mantra of FUD, fear, uncertainty and doubt. More like WUD, being Wrong, Uncertain and Doubtful.
The drumming noise has started up, more traditional Sunday fare for me. They are getting into progressive beats, increasing the rate of the beat into a crescendo.
The perps are also hammering me with typo sabotage; this might be the last blog note of the day, as it is getting out of control. I have never made so many typing mistakes in my life, and yet I have 35 years of keyboard experience. No rest for being fucked with.
I am being prevented from getting to my email; Yahoo has been down all of today so far. The like minded take down of the Canadian income tax filing application is still inaccessible. These are only two (IMHO) examples of the constant incursions as to what I am allowed to do.
1500h
I am going to call this blog posting done for the day. I am being time-gamed (don't know what the time is unless I do mental contortions) and have been fucked with all day so far, and the ongoing typo sabotage is the final piss off.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Nightime & Daytime Ructions
1130h
It is a Saturday, making last night's activities Friday night material, but I fail to see why anyone would want to cluster with others in the back end of a parking lot near nothing of significance but outside my room, abeit lighted. And so it was, sometime around 0300h when I was in deep sleep, some rabble collected under my window to chat and yell, in the fashion of the past in-house male jocularity style. Later awakenings in the night included a wake up to hear the overhead squeaking and clunking, as if I don't get enough of it, and the grainy picture show in the window view and not all over my room. To explain the latter phenomenon, the ambient light is made to look like it is from a high ASA (fast film), pushed process photographic film in low light conditions. Usually I get awakened to see it all over the room or even just my pillow. Last night was a first in that it was reserved for the light outside, or that I could see through my window. Another round of fascinating games for depraved minds with God-like powers.
The follow on ructions this morning have been coughing and hacking in the bathroom next door, the same individuals since 11-2006 (?), glass bottle bashing from the recycling "resident" who has no problem recharging his glass bottle collection each day, and the idiotic noise that my PC makes, akin to an oscillating fan with about the same 3 second cycle time. The premise for this noise is that the vibrations build up, and then are released, all from the installation of two new hard drives earlier this week. Everything of mine that goes in for repair, comes back with new properties of noise, vibration or sometimes even, spits maser beams out and it and vibrating with some kind of emanative radiation, not unlike me these days.
Other games today have been the return of the 1/8" vertical lines at the edge of the LCD display that encroach on the amount of display and somehow are made to bother me, and usually there is a game involved in removing them, as it can only be done when the perps have had enough play time and the mouse properties revert to near normal.
1320h
A confab (more ructions) has been arranged in the hallway for my (indirect) benefit; that means a row, full of contention between the manager and a woman "resident", and I get one of these every five weeks or so. My lucky day, this occuring after taking the garbage out (always a big deal for the perps) and taking a pee on the way back in (another big deal for them). Prior to that, a fake-out phone call, and ditto for a phone message that "somehow" got made without benefit of the phone ringing.
The perps have been exceptionally busy placing plasma beams over my hands and fingers as I type; bright red, half second exposures, and generally parallel to the keyboard. This might have something to do with the thining skin and commensurate projecting veins on/from the back of my hands. This also might be related to the profusion of red vehicles in the outside parking lot, three reds in various shades with one silver grey embedded in them, the reverse situation from earlier this week.
1330h
Another continuation of the row going on, and more excuses to slam doors and shake this room. Been there, done that, and there have been quite a few of these to create "emotional noise", that which is processed by the amygdala part of the brain, the lastmost neural region the perps have been targetting, and where they will likely continue if Thomas Bearden is correct in postulating that it is the location of the "psi" energies, the more significant objective of the perps IMHO. This might be more important than 100% mind control which they are close to attaining, and will likely do so sometime this month. This being the result of 4.5 years of merciless overt harassment on top of 47 years of covert activity. Itis fucking depressing to spend every day in "when is it going to be over" mode, but it is the reality.
1450h
A wall rapping noise started up with concident coughing from the Coughing Corps, the operatives that hang out here with a three month long cough that erupts at the most amazing times. And the perps even forced me into it, creating a cough for no ostensible cause.
The masers are becoming busier, these trails of black "floaters" and veils as well as the fuzzy black balls flipping about in parallel. I have also been voice morphed and currently in a gravelly voice that is unlike my own, and I do not have a cold or any other reason for it. All part of the daily grind, and games that go on.
The contentious row is finally over I suspect; it went three rounds and had male and female parties to it. More noisestalking is also erupting, even as I type, select and depress the mouse button. Time to bait the bear and have some chocolate with my tea.
1640h
I am being sucked into a quiescent state, ready to nod off like yesterday when I got an scripted nap. The overhead clunking and squeaking has started up in this pre-dinnertime run up. And of note, the perps had me put this journalling in the wrong posting, switching the selected posting with the one yesterday. Nothing can be taken for granted, not even selecting a display. And that "wisdom" got me some more overhead clunking.
It is spray time again; deck the halls with shots of air freshener. And then have it instantly materialize under my nose to take in and have yet more neural locations probed by the assholes who never asked if they could do this in the first place.
1855h
An overhead thwack with a coincident zapping got me severely pissed at the perps for noisestalking me. The noise is like that of dropping 20 lb weights onto the floor above. And more dinnertime entertainment as an operative put on the "looking for something" act in the parking lot that my room overlooks. As this is one of my regular "in-house" operatives/gangstalkers, there wasn't much to guess at; he found his "object ", a piece of plastic garbage in the pitch black alleyway, and then walked out. One of his confreres also did a gangstalk below my window earlier today, walking as if on a path, but in fact it leads nowhere. All part of the show.
2045h
A coughing and hacking jag has erupted from the never-get-better operative(s), as this must be a gambit to attain greater neural depth energetics assays. In the early days when I was illegally incarcerated in hospital the "patients"/operatives would have coordinated coughing spells; the left side, then the right side, then back again. When I explained that to the doctor he blew me off as he always did. There must be some deep brain, or amydala level (emotional evaluation) reception going on when the coughing sound is heard, hence the perp's interest in keeping at least two of these fuckers going for over three months now.
2220h
A relatively quiet time for some strange reason. I was looking into IR and UV pass camera lenses/cameras as this might be a big deal for the perps as "I" go on this quest every 6 months, dreaming that I will get a camera that can see energies or images not in visible light. One of Tom Bearden's pages got me launched on this fixation, though given how tightly I am managed, I suspect this is just a game to be monitored.
I added responses to the past comments on this blog, going back to 10-2007, and will attempt to finish reviewing comments sometime tommorow.
Enough for a blog posting, even if it was a dull day.
It is a Saturday, making last night's activities Friday night material, but I fail to see why anyone would want to cluster with others in the back end of a parking lot near nothing of significance but outside my room, abeit lighted. And so it was, sometime around 0300h when I was in deep sleep, some rabble collected under my window to chat and yell, in the fashion of the past in-house male jocularity style. Later awakenings in the night included a wake up to hear the overhead squeaking and clunking, as if I don't get enough of it, and the grainy picture show in the window view and not all over my room. To explain the latter phenomenon, the ambient light is made to look like it is from a high ASA (fast film), pushed process photographic film in low light conditions. Usually I get awakened to see it all over the room or even just my pillow. Last night was a first in that it was reserved for the light outside, or that I could see through my window. Another round of fascinating games for depraved minds with God-like powers.
The follow on ructions this morning have been coughing and hacking in the bathroom next door, the same individuals since 11-2006 (?), glass bottle bashing from the recycling "resident" who has no problem recharging his glass bottle collection each day, and the idiotic noise that my PC makes, akin to an oscillating fan with about the same 3 second cycle time. The premise for this noise is that the vibrations build up, and then are released, all from the installation of two new hard drives earlier this week. Everything of mine that goes in for repair, comes back with new properties of noise, vibration or sometimes even, spits maser beams out and it and vibrating with some kind of emanative radiation, not unlike me these days.
Other games today have been the return of the 1/8" vertical lines at the edge of the LCD display that encroach on the amount of display and somehow are made to bother me, and usually there is a game involved in removing them, as it can only be done when the perps have had enough play time and the mouse properties revert to near normal.
1320h
A confab (more ructions) has been arranged in the hallway for my (indirect) benefit; that means a row, full of contention between the manager and a woman "resident", and I get one of these every five weeks or so. My lucky day, this occuring after taking the garbage out (always a big deal for the perps) and taking a pee on the way back in (another big deal for them). Prior to that, a fake-out phone call, and ditto for a phone message that "somehow" got made without benefit of the phone ringing.
The perps have been exceptionally busy placing plasma beams over my hands and fingers as I type; bright red, half second exposures, and generally parallel to the keyboard. This might have something to do with the thining skin and commensurate projecting veins on/from the back of my hands. This also might be related to the profusion of red vehicles in the outside parking lot, three reds in various shades with one silver grey embedded in them, the reverse situation from earlier this week.
1330h
Another continuation of the row going on, and more excuses to slam doors and shake this room. Been there, done that, and there have been quite a few of these to create "emotional noise", that which is processed by the amygdala part of the brain, the lastmost neural region the perps have been targetting, and where they will likely continue if Thomas Bearden is correct in postulating that it is the location of the "psi" energies, the more significant objective of the perps IMHO. This might be more important than 100% mind control which they are close to attaining, and will likely do so sometime this month. This being the result of 4.5 years of merciless overt harassment on top of 47 years of covert activity. Itis fucking depressing to spend every day in "when is it going to be over" mode, but it is the reality.
1450h
A wall rapping noise started up with concident coughing from the Coughing Corps, the operatives that hang out here with a three month long cough that erupts at the most amazing times. And the perps even forced me into it, creating a cough for no ostensible cause.
The masers are becoming busier, these trails of black "floaters" and veils as well as the fuzzy black balls flipping about in parallel. I have also been voice morphed and currently in a gravelly voice that is unlike my own, and I do not have a cold or any other reason for it. All part of the daily grind, and games that go on.
The contentious row is finally over I suspect; it went three rounds and had male and female parties to it. More noisestalking is also erupting, even as I type, select and depress the mouse button. Time to bait the bear and have some chocolate with my tea.
1640h
I am being sucked into a quiescent state, ready to nod off like yesterday when I got an scripted nap. The overhead clunking and squeaking has started up in this pre-dinnertime run up. And of note, the perps had me put this journalling in the wrong posting, switching the selected posting with the one yesterday. Nothing can be taken for granted, not even selecting a display. And that "wisdom" got me some more overhead clunking.
It is spray time again; deck the halls with shots of air freshener. And then have it instantly materialize under my nose to take in and have yet more neural locations probed by the assholes who never asked if they could do this in the first place.
1855h
An overhead thwack with a coincident zapping got me severely pissed at the perps for noisestalking me. The noise is like that of dropping 20 lb weights onto the floor above. And more dinnertime entertainment as an operative put on the "looking for something" act in the parking lot that my room overlooks. As this is one of my regular "in-house" operatives/gangstalkers, there wasn't much to guess at; he found his "object ", a piece of plastic garbage in the pitch black alleyway, and then walked out. One of his confreres also did a gangstalk below my window earlier today, walking as if on a path, but in fact it leads nowhere. All part of the show.
2045h
A coughing and hacking jag has erupted from the never-get-better operative(s), as this must be a gambit to attain greater neural depth energetics assays. In the early days when I was illegally incarcerated in hospital the "patients"/operatives would have coordinated coughing spells; the left side, then the right side, then back again. When I explained that to the doctor he blew me off as he always did. There must be some deep brain, or amydala level (emotional evaluation) reception going on when the coughing sound is heard, hence the perp's interest in keeping at least two of these fuckers going for over three months now.
2220h
A relatively quiet time for some strange reason. I was looking into IR and UV pass camera lenses/cameras as this might be a big deal for the perps as "I" go on this quest every 6 months, dreaming that I will get a camera that can see energies or images not in visible light. One of Tom Bearden's pages got me launched on this fixation, though given how tightly I am managed, I suspect this is just a game to be monitored.
I added responses to the past comments on this blog, going back to 10-2007, and will attempt to finish reviewing comments sometime tommorow.
Enough for a blog posting, even if it was a dull day.
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