Shut Me Down

1300h
I noticed two TI blogs got warnings or shutdown this week (Void Where Prohibited by the Patriot Act, and one I cannot recall or figure out (a mind-fuck), and who knows who will be next. Maybe even me, though I cannot think of anything I do that pushes the envelope of the "imposed comfort" of the hoi polloi. Lesser crimes have been dispatched in blogland, I'm sure. My main "crime" might be that I bore my readers, though that is nothing new either.

Anyhow, it is a warning that this, or any related blog can be shut down on an administrative whim, and as this activity represents something for me to do, it just may get nixed one day, before I back it up to a local drive.

Anyhow, it is all to surreal in blogland, as I have no idea that this is being read by anyone, save the odd reference in another TI's blog. Given that the level of intrusion and oversight in my life is at the level that every speck of dust and movement of the cornflakes in my cereal bowl is governed, I would not be surprised that much of this makes it out into the blogosphere. Even those who exhibit curiousness and other TI's don't appear to have read anything here, even when directed as an orderly way to assemble the details of being overseen and controlled over all my life's details. As I wrote that I got red plasma beams over top of the above line, and a clattering sound at the end of it. Like I said, every comma, fullstop and crossing of every letter "t" is tightly monitored and very often timed with coicident visual (plasma, masers, vision impairment) and auditory (outside vehicle noise, swallowing noise, ear poppings) phenomenon. I now get sensory level phenomenon, something small "arriving" in my mouth for my tongue and teeth to contact and engage. That is the level of detail that is managed, 24x7.

Even the timing of the phone calls is tightly governed; today I got a call just after unloading only the coffee pot and filter stem from the dish rack. Another carpet auction event. After the phone call, a sudden "need" to pee, and then I wash my hands with the same handsoap I have had for three years, as I use so little to contain its perfume smell. Then, back to unloading the dishes rack of the plate, bowl, mug, and cutlery. In other words, the entire series of interuptions of the phone call and the pee were all to interupt me attending to the same breakfast dishes in one pass. Someone from the mind-keepers "decided" that I had to be disrupted in unloading the dish rack of the breakfast dishes, the same ones for the past five years. And that having my hands with traces of the handwashing soap and towel was important to introduce into the disruption stunt. And that is how boring it gets, though it is plenty exciting for someone who plans all this for me.

I am due to head out into the gangstalk world (public streets) to get the details on this carpet auction for Sunday, the fourth one, and it repeats at the same location as the very first one, but will be a different outfit from last week's I assume. (Bad assumption, as last week's auctioneers took on the company name from those that had a different auction, surely a piece of managed disinformation, the faked "mistake". I have seen too many of these games to wonder what is for real or not, as the perps like to cross them up, aka "reality" disruption perhaps). These Friday afternoon outings, even if only 10 minutes each way, and three city blocks, are huge gangstalking events where all the Unfavored and the feints are put on after "grooming" me all morning on their noise and other games, one being the ongoing emanations coming from this LCD display as I read and type. I reckon they put on at least 500 parked and mobile vehicles on such an outing, as it seems to be very important to them to swarm me with vehicles as much as the weirds that will surely "pop out" of various entrances, never mind the conspicuous loiterers, doing nothing but looking obviously out of place.

The perps are getting more advanced with the color interactions; for the past two gym days (Tuesday and Thursday, yesterday), they put on the same native Indian woman "bumming" at the street corner, and wearing or holding brown cardboard sign, suggesting that she is homeless). And she had a differing brown coat on each time; this is brown skin, brown coat and a brown cardboard, notice- very advanced "browning around" for the sick assholes, and the culmination of six years of intensified harassment. Imagine how much more has yet to be accomplished; there are East Indian and then negro "bums" to unfold yet, let alone wearing brown colored clothing in my proximity- another six years perhaps?).

The differences of the above "bum" act were subtle at the same location and same jucture, when returning from my gym class; here they are for the record;

• Tuesday; native Indian woman, full set of teeth, camel brown long coat and brown cardboard sign with black felt pen lettering on it,
• Thursday, same native Indian woman with some missing front teeth, a dark brown coat and not as long, with a brown cardboard sign with red and black felt pen lettering on it.

And don't ask me about the significance of the teeth count is as I don't know, except to say that there is a substantial amount of "open mouthing" (like guppies) of the perp operatives and shills in my proximity, and invariably their teeth are on display, intentionally IMHO. Two days ago, the perps put on tongue displays for me to see the side of it; what person goes around like this with their fucking tongue on display, except a salared operative of the Surrepticious Sickos (SS)?

1520h
It was a big event for the perps, to have me go outside for 20 minutes total, and have all the vagrants and suits arranged and even intermingled. All these suited men in that rubby neighborhood at 1400h is preposterous, especially the games of weaving in and out of each other's path, a pseudo drunken behavoir trait. I had my regular native Indian dude hanging around outside of the building, just like last time, and he followed me inside after a minute or so. Other freaks were the same brown skinned construction worker heading E. from the same intersection corner when I was N. bound, and then S. bound on my return. That he was heading away from his seeming construction site was stupid enough, but twice inside of 10 minutes? Then when walking back on the last leg of the street this apartment block is on, I had a olive green with black shoulder panels coated dude in front of me, and a same color and coated dude on the other side of the street in parallel. Two color and detail matched coat wearing dudes walking the same direction on each side of the street. I don't think I have seen something so obvious before. I also got a "guitarstalking", this time an undersized model, whatever that would be called. Yesterday I also got a same guitarstalking from the seeming cycling vagrant towing a load of red PVC pipe (former street hockey net) in a trailer behind his bicycle.

And I also got a "happen by" stalking of a former work colleague when I was headed back to my place. I looked at him at the last possible moment to confirm it was him, and he "happened" to be looking at me then, and we exchanged cursory greetings without stopping. This seems to be the "new method" of having me meet up with known people of my past these days; a minimal interaction and typically a glance and aknowledged recognition, usually with heads mutually turned toward each other to catch the last possible moments of interaction. Stopping for a face to face greet in the street is too much for the perps to handle, hence most of these interactions being fairly rare. Not that I really know why they are constraining what I am doing in the first place, never mind their rationale for controlling everything I am doing. I also got my obligatory negro dude lounging around and doing his lean forward pose. This is where the shill is seated and leans forward for no fucking reason, and stays that way as if too deep in "thought" to notice their odd posture.

When outside, there were other members and props of the ongoing orchestrated freakshow (aka the Unfavored); more vagrants, loiterers, stacked plastic bins on the sidewalk, cell phoners (vagrants, suits and a young woman in brown), the plastic bag people (carrying a distinctive in the direction to the store), the Coffee Corps (brown coffee packing shills), blue mirror shaded dudes (same intersection when N. bound, and again S. bound), large gutted stalkers, the full dayglo dressed bearded garbage duty dude under the shade of the covered plywood walkway, and a few other open mouthed freaks as well. The very first gangstalker had a significant likeness to my mother, a similarity the perps made sure for me to know, and she did the characteristic gangstalker head twitch at the instant this notion was planted in mind. At least five were in brown clothes, and were "stacking themselves" by spatial placement of them in front of another. Another brown color dressed variant was the UPS uniformed dude without the UPS truck, it was not anywhere to be seen.

I cannot concieve of how much planning and deployment went into that 20 minute there-and-back episode, and what I didn't mention was the vehicular orchestration; white, silver grey, black, mid-greys, and finally the odd red colored vehicle among them. This too was arranged and timed to the subsecond, along with at least one vehicle per intersection stopping 3' past the stop line for no apparent reason, save conformity to the usual games that I see all the time.

1600h
Yesterday's walk past the fire department as I do every Tuesday and Thursday on my way and back from gym class brought a "new" departmental vehicle. It appeared to be a fueling truck, but on a 30 year old Ford truck body, the same cab design as my 1978 Ford truck I once owned. I could barely believe it, but it was parked outside for me to see, resplendent in its yellow and white livery and a red Tidy tank on the rear flatdeck. I once visited a fire department two decades ago, and they indicated that they had to keep their operational fleet less than 10 years old, otherwise the insurance companies would delist them, and everyone in the municipality would be hit with higher insurance bills. I thought the Ford truck was all too curious, and I reckon it was one of those extra obvious "mistakes" for me to ruminate over, or for me to generate some kind of sympathetic feeling for their truck cab being the same as my once owned truck. And of course the perps like to follow me with tanker trucks full of gasoline or other petroleum fuel. Perhaps this was a method to separate the color of the tank (red) from the color of the vehicle (yellow and white).

1635h
The imposed sleepytime is upon me; this is where the perps like to put me in a near sleep while seated and view the LCD display with one open, if that. This appears to be a continuation of their vision impairment games; having garden variety items seen double, as a blur, miscolored and other abnormalities of visual appearance. I don't know what they get from this, but having a full vision is too much for them to handle. That they poked one eye out of my in-town brother when he was two years old wasn't obviously enough, never mind the supposed blind gangstalkers who seem to uncommonly loiter in my proximity. I have yet to see one who was legitimately blind, as they appear to be capable of sight whenever I view their behaviors.

1810h
Dinnertime is over, and I suspect the noise activity is all about the digestion process, and the remotely applied research that it incurrs every day, as well as the color transitions. e.g. food to digestive components, whatever color they are. And I am being put on a bored spell, with no great insights as to what to do, though invariably, "something" comes up.

2155h
More reading through the plasmic and maser haze, aka distance between me and my LCD display. This time about the online book in progress, The Parallel World of Thomas Townsend Brown that has a certain commonality with the harassment assholes, extra conventional physics and gravitic manipulations from a distance. I did an earlier post on this topic here. Now onto something else that isn't too dull.

2255h
Some music listening interuptions, the perps signature being Windows "beeps" with a dialog box from Kaspersky that never happened before. Call it Windows dialog box stalking perhaps, getting a sound and a visual image in front of my face anytime they want, and there is nothing I can do about it as they have hijacked the deemed causal application. This little blatant stunt occured when reading a paper on Electromagnetics and Gravitics, so it must of been an important ev ent, timing these two together. Some overhead pounding rounded out the perps "need" to create more noise association with this kind of reading topic. Considering that they let me read one paragraph and "skim read" the rest, the fuckers have a long way to go, and will be at this a year from now IMHO.

On that foul tempered note, it is time to blog off and call this dull day done.

Unannounced Yoga Class Cancellations, Round Three

1210h
For the third consecutive time, the Thursday yoga class has been cancelled without notice. Only this time did they put up a new notice to identify the actual dates of cancellation, the first time that was done. The identical stunt went down last week, with no notice of future cancellation of course, all to repeat this visitation a week later. The usual plethora of freakshow gangstalkers was on duty, in place for the immediate turnaround at the door and a walk back to my apartment. The vagrants, waddling middle aged men in white or grey hair flapping in the breeze , waddling younger men in brown clothing, the wood stick packing geriatric, the brown dog walkers, the two tiered blonde Mohawk male hairdo riding his bicycle ahead of me on the sidewalk, and then again on the return leg, a male skinhead in their shirt in this howling gale, and so it goes. All this was preceded by a rare uneventful forced crap, which is now seeming to be coordinated as a pre-event brown color reference testing.

Even the weather is the same as last week's abortive trip to the yoga classroom; a gale that is likely to persist into the afternoon to accompany me in walking to gym class. After the end of gym class last week the perps put on the threat of rain and had me take the bus back along with my fellow travelling dude who also did Cheersing duty with the bus driver and then got off at the same stop. I stopped in at LD after today's foreshortened yoga class, and there was a little game going on at the RX counter for my benefit; with no one in line, a fugly yellow coated woman comes from the next aisle and gets ahead of me to get the blonde cashier. No big deal, this is normal for me to be scooped at a queue. There was no one behind me so I had the expectation that the yellow jacket's business would be done and I would be served next. But I was not allowed to know the act; a fugly redhaired and ringleted cashier did some pass-bys to be seen for short exposures, but she really wasn't needed for cashier duty as I was the only person in the line. But no, she did open up for me after all, and got my Rx and rung it up. Call it a blonde to redhead substitution, attempting to co-opt blonde aura to compare to that of doing business with a fugly readhaired woman. And lo, if one of the two medications isn't yellow colored. Anyhow, I go my usual troupe of white and grey haired males to accompany me out the door, and all the way back to my place, though they did put on a gargantuan young blonde woman in a brown coat pushing a stroller in front of me, in the typical path crossing pattern with swarming males all about.

There was some way strange vision assaults on the street; the metaphor I have used to describe this, which maybe planted, is that the perps seem to be locking in my vision, attempting to supplant it with their own controlled and full emulation version. Even my head shaking to relieve me from this abusive wretchedness is arranged, as sure enough there is an object planted nearby for me to see when avoiding to look at the bigger picture. And lo, if the object wasn't brown colored, and was once containing a brown substance, being a paper coffee cup placed on top of the refuse container, 3' from the ground, and all to get it closer to my eyes. Regular readers will know that the brown color if of intense interest to the perps, and as I type this they started up a noise flurry.

I also noted that the tire shop was up to its games again, this time rolling a white plastic wrapped black auto tire along from the other side of the street. The perps have a total obsession over rubber objects, their colors and turning and moving them in my presence, which is one reason they like to have their scummy street operatives occasionally pull a bicycle wheelie in my face for no reason whatsoever. (No prior interaction, another "happening to me only" event).

2120h
I am back in my slothfull all evening websurfing session. Earlier this afternoon I went to the regular gym class and was dressed in my black fleece tights, fleece on the inside to keep me warm for the wind storm that was still continuing. This was identical to last week's dress, after the same nonevent, the secret yoga class cancellation.

I had my usual street gangstalkers, the unfathomable numbers of waddling males ahead of me, some of them putting on the businessman act, one dude reprising from this morning'g yoga class trip to this afternoon when headed for gym class. And it was the same unfathomable nonstop commute like road traffic conditions, arranged by color, vehicle type. More of the sidewalk cyclists again, even where there is a cycle lane next to the sidewalk. And a profusion of pink bubble gum plastered on the sidewalk for my 30 minute walk. More than the collection of spittle that precedes me everywhere I go.

The gym class was its usual gangstalking charade with the odd freak thrown in, the grannystalker was back again, and they even had me witness her exit with a white cane for chrissakes. I don't know what the white cane stalking is all about, but I have never seen so many obviously vision capable individuals putting on this act. All it can be is some kind of white color reference, white on aluminim metal, like a folding tentpole with a shockcord down the center of the cane. Fucking absurd.

I had my mid-red color shirted dudes hanging around me at the free weights section, three of them. And each time I chose to look in another direction, another arrived just where I was looking. I re-oriented my head to avoid looking at the two of them and then a third fucker came into view, also wearing the same color of red shirt. Later, I had a 6'4" young woman in a salmon colored top parading around me and making sure she was in my view when on specific gear that made her difficult to avoid.

At the gym, the Mr. Ethnic Gut act was also poncing in and out of view, and he combined with another new behavior, this one being a staff member. Ms. L helps the class out and leads the floor exercises, and while easy on the eye, and in top shape, she has never been too engaging or prevalent in the exercise equipment area. No big deal, everyone has their act, and for the most part, save the operatives, that goes with the territory. Today, she was positively gregarious, helpful, even chatty and radiant in her broad smile. She had three differing conversations with me at differing equipment. And lo, if the disgusting Mr. Ethnic Gut didn't siddle in close, around 3' or so, and post himself in the middle of the main aisle and watch TV (in a gym no less) while Ms. L was telling me all about spinning bicycles and even evading "my" question as to how to best work the upright bicycle. Based on past events such as these, where normally the blonde woman is the one who may engage me in conversation or other activity (per above mentioned blonde cashier substitution), it was the raven haired Ms. L, while this odious fuck who keeps hounding me all over the class, moves in, seeming to want to bathe in the "auric goodness vibe". That is my term and theory why so many of the Unfavored, (Mr. Ethnic Gut being a member of the male, brown skin, fat, waddling, shiftless and evasive demographics), habitually "show up" in the proximity of an member of a Favored demographic group.

Anyhow, this little vignette played out only 10 minutes after the new male fag-like class coordinator introduced himself today. He knew my name, and moved in after I had spoken with Ms. L for a few minutes, telling her about the strange yoga class cancellations that were going on, all to no interest to her of course. This new dude has glasses, and I note that "I" (in some mind-controlled jerkaround manner) reacted to them, when I never, ever react to anyone's eyeglasses within reason. Also curious is that all the class members and coordinators, save one, were all without glasses until now. This is a new Unfavored demographic I did not know about until now. Though it stands to reason that if these Unfavored demographics were formed as a result of development aged (to 6 y.o) medical based traumatizations the assholes deleted from my recall, there well may have been some medical examiners/tortureres who wore glasses, hence males wearing eyeglasses is a deep brain region classified Unfavored demographic group member.

Another classmate, whom I sat opposite from at the Christmas luncheon related to this day program that sponsors the gym class, and who didn't say a thing to me at the time or even looked at me, was at gym class today, totally skinheaded,- shaved of all hair and his bald head shined up in some way as they nearly always do. He was also "featuring" himself when I was on the stationary equipment, standing around in the main aisleway for no apparent reason, some 5' away, his back facing me on his cell phone. Later, I seem him staring at me as if I was the weird that got all their hair cut so to look like an alien. He had some "cred" in my book as he was never a overt gangstalker, a minimal degree of "empathetic aura", and then today he was advertising himself as a new freakshow member, possibly to test out my change of perspective, (aura transition from minimal cred to freak). I am sure that is not all of it, but he never did any of this "loitering" or staring before, and today, in conjunction with his new skinhead job, he starts this up. This same dude has a mis-shapen, filled-in, deep green colored star tatoo on the back of his neck, surely of color reference interest to the perps.

Other past traumatization testing seemed was when the floor exercise classroom was "unavailible" and we had to compact ourselves to a smaller space in the full public warm up area. And lo, if I didn't get the new coordinator's ridiculous orange colored runner heels only 12" away from me, and then another gormless male chinless twit, also wearing glasses, was on the other side of me, about the same distance. Two male Unfavored demographic members parked way too close for comfort. Then other gangstalkers and operatives walked around this ersatz class, one was dressed in white shorts and a top, and lo, if there wasn't some primal reaction to this white dressed male fucker in my peripherial vision. Also of note was the fact that the bright pot lamps were lower in this section of the gym, and were directly overhead of where I happened to place my mat, possibly simulating a medical examination situation. It was the white clothed fucker in my peripherial vision I could not stand the most, and lo, if this asshole didn't feature himself later in full central vision form.

The color orange has been a big deal today, and the above mentioned runners with the orange colored heels were only one such event. I have never seen so many Japanese mandarin orange peel skins littered about as this year, but this is the season, and the perps decided to go for it, planting them all over the streets. When walking back from the gym, one mid-aged male goof operative exited a drycleaners with a white plastic lunch bag, inside of which was an orange. What person wants to be publically seen packing a lunch bag at 1540h in the afternoon totally out of any rational context? It wasn't good enough to be seen looking so stupid, (an Unfavored middle aged grey haired male dressed in a red jacket and green ball cap), so he "happened" to creep up on me with the lunch bag in hand and stand some 3' away while I was waiting at the traffic light, some 10' further. Not only is it a ongoing freakshow around me, but the perps want to make sure I see the freaks, and note the logical inconguities in their act.

The perps have also moved the local street ripping as I call it, a storm drain upgrade down the middle of the adjacent block, and lo, if the traffic cones, lane markers, the pump and the 150' of 8" hose and the "workers" weren't all in an orange color, though a different hue from the mandarin orange peel color games. And too, more of the 18" sickly hospital green PVC pipes are in view of my apartment, and of course I walked by the entire construction site on my way to gym class. There have been plenty of orange plasma exposures in my vision, even centrally, to tell me this color is of intense iterest today.

I got sucked into looking a nearby high-end men's store for a bargain on a nice light fabric sweater, and lo, if there wasn't a profusion of fugly orange colored sweaters on the tables. Just when I wanted to escape this bullshit show, the salesman moved on me and treated me to some more fugly colors, flipping around the garments for yet more orange colors. I always wondered how a classy mens store got such fugly clothes for year end sales, and now I am allowed to know these were all arranged, and the perps supplied the garments should the store not have enough fugly colors. All the anomalies of the past are begining to make sense in the harassment and nonconsensual human experimentation model, especially as it relates to their fixation over specific colors and combinations. And all the more so when one adds in the possibility of recall deleted, but still recalled at deep brain levels, associations with medical personnel, their typical clothing colors and that of the hospital decor as they were in the 1950's. Just who were these cast of mysterious criminals and what did they look like? I am getting fragments of the associations, as becoming known to me in the Unfavored demographic group characteristics as well as the arranged colors, stunts and gangstalker appearances of considerable consistency.

Enough pondering, which must be surely a mind-controlled activity, as it happens so often, "mulling over" the same content as telepathically supplied by the most depraved assholes known on earth. Time to blog off and get this posted.