And what is it about Blogger that it is crashing and won't save the first instance of my created blogging, now twice in two days, from never before? The same thing "happened" yesterday, and I can only assume the the strange noises that have erupted on the street as I type this, and have given a new title because my recall was purged, was the big excitement. It is the perps of course, who noisestalk me for every keystroke, mouseclick and everything else. Who would find my dull life, after scripting it and then imposing it on someone (me), so interesting?
1345h
A sunny day mostly, save the rapid fluctuations of ambient light when I first logged on this morning. And it seems that it is to be a shut-in day as I am not getting the phone call returns that I expected. And it seems that I am to be noisestalked from outside with all manner of timely noise, just as I am swearing about typo sabotage, cheese crumb inundation games, crockery shifting by itself in the dishes rack and dozens of other impositions designed to infuriate me. And, as mentioned, these are the moments when more noise erupts.
Another noise eruption moment is when I touch something, especially if it is black colored. My nylon spatula gets this treatment, as did when I touched my hand to my black track pants three days ago at gym. Then, a sudden boom and shaking went on, as if someone had dropped large barbells outside the room. Also, when handling plastics draws noise; when opening up the organic cheese packaging three days ago a male voice suddenly began singing in the hallway. And today was the opening up of a new package of Cling Wrap, and that got plenty of "associated" noise eruptions. Regular readers will know the perps noisestalk the unfurling of this material, and that they cause the Cling Wrap not to cling, except to my fingers, which brings on more swearing at the assholes, and in turn, more noisestalking.
And I suppose it was an exciting moment for the perps, like it usually is, when a number of items used for food preparation finish up, or are opened for the first time; this way, the packaging garbage that results gets put in the same garbage recepticle, like some "meeting" of substances for which the perps savour. At lunch, it was a three-fer; the tapenade was used up, the half chicken was finished and a new Cling Wrap roll was begun; if you are a perp, this is an exciting moment and it must be augmented by pissing me off through unconventional gravitics behaviors (making the crumbs and Cling Wrap stick to my fingers beyond normal notions of gravitic actions), and even having the items in the garbage "hop" by themselves when another item is dropped in. Just too fascinating for small minds. On with the siren show, the third of today so far.
I put some new links up, to the right side of this page. The letter of the Freedom From Covert Surveillance and Harassment to a U.S. senator deserved to be given some mention. It was crafted by a hired attorney, through the organization's committee. It is short, and to the point, and makes it plain that the circumstances of being constantly victimized by an organized party don't always have an evidence trail. If the U.S. Senate and Congress are as informed as the politicians are here, I suspect they know all about us victims being unpaid and involuntary experimentation subjects, and don't really care too much. There have been some instances of publically elected officials, or even past elected officials, who came to place themselves in my proximity. In those days, I had no clue it was arranged, but anytime I mentioned this to my then wife, she never seemed too interested to respond in any way. Imagine, retrospectively reviewing 20 years of past conversations in light of the circumstances being covertly arranged and the person is a complicit operative. It made total sense that she was a shill, all her insubstantive responses and dumbshit suggestions that created angst and chaos. And imagine, all the other times that she might have been morphed over and I never had a clue, and of course, I still don't.
1745h
A brutal awakening from a two hour nap is in progress, even if I had my dinner of leftovers immediately following it. It was a forced nap of course, as I don't need them for the extra sleep I get every night, one to two and a half hours, and I have never needed afternoon naps. The slowed awakening from it is also a perp specialty, keeping the "dozy" factor running for as long as they can get away with it and use it as an excuse to make more typos.
And when I woke up a rain shower had just finished, all to add a different sound of the faux freeway-like traffic noise going by. (It is a secondary route with plenty of traffic lights, and one is fortuneate to be able to do 30 mph). Anytime I go the window and start asking the perps out loud where all the vehicular noise is coming from, as there is no visible source, they dial the freeway-like noise down until there is no more. And I am sure all the puddles outside are a reason to have me kept in, as it seems that bodies of water are an important adjunct to the harassment/experimentation games that are going on. That I swam in swim team for 15 years wasn't good enough it seemed, on with the engineered rain, wet streets and swishy vehicular noise.
Now, onto more web-surfing of some kind, as I have visited all my regular bookmarked sites today. And this is the dusk onset time, so I am sure some kind of importance is attached to the next few hours. And the overhead pounding has started up for the first time today, with the caveat that it is at least 10" of concete above me, and yet "somehow" it can be shaken and made to make this noise as if a lead-footed monster were above me, one that can track me wherever I am in the apartment and have the pounding come from overhead.
1910h
Something important must be going on; there have been two rounds of hallway banter outside my door in the past 20 minutes, and putting the oddest voice combinations together; the chirpy girl with the duck-like quack of someone three times her hypothetical age. This must be "sound mix" time of the Favored with the Unfavored.
1940h
More overhead pounding in this post-dinner, post-nap situation. The first pounding noise was begun this evening after all day without any, suggesting a big perp event in progress. There has been LCD display flashes, even while on the Blogger, and re-displays that show the page 1 to 2" up or down with no apparent cause, save the assholes on me. Then, navy blue plasma beams over my hands just erupted; 1/4" wide, 16" long, and of intermittent continuity, not a single straight beam.
2000h
A forced head scratch and then tapping noise erupted from above; one has the feeling of being constantly hounded and examined, as if there hasn't been enough of that. Today's telepathic communication from the perps indicates that my aversions to red, yellow, purple and brown lights and flashes originates from LSD testing at a young age (to 6 y.o.). I don't, or won't believe it; how could anyone be so fucking stupid and cavalier as to give a child this substance in their developmental years, to 6 y.o.? I now get more red flashes, some very small 2mm diameter sources at subsecond durations, often when I am distracted with some other kind of harassment. Not my problem; my aversion to colors, light flashes and the rest of it is MINE. And it creates no problem for me in my life, so why do I have hundreds of "brown clowns" and other freaks on me all day long attempting to emulate my subconscious recall of past boneheaded abuse? (A speculative assertion).
The only answer I get to that is the display flickered and then was repainted, the sickos at work again, and now typo sabotage making it worse.
2050h
More hallway banter has erupted outside my door, this time with the audio mix of an aging granny and likely a middle aged male, both from the Unfavored demographic groups. This noise was put on to accompany me while reading a film review and then bookmarking it. Such is the importance of anything I do.
2100h
A soft wall knock noise and with a simultaneous zapping to piss me off. This shut-in day has taken on busy proportions for my mind-keepers/abusers.
2250h
Yet another hallway bantering erupted since the last one. Consider it to be perp controlled "socializing".
I was listening/watching a video of famed blogger, Dooce, her husband, also a blogger, and a third Utah blogger, Sarah Neilson. Not only was there countless plasma displays beside the small scale picture I had, but the synchronicity to my circumstances. Dooce's first name is Heather, and her husband's name is John. And lo, if the names aren't the same as mine and my ex. Then, later in this piece, Sarah Neilson makes a metaphor in jest about being fed LSD laced food as a child. Compare that to the above, written before I saw the video. Which makes me very suspicious that such an event (above) did not occur, and it is only a convenient script arrangement. The test of the perp's personal history versions is in how long they persist in them; I tend to believe the ones that go on for years, but the above LSD story needs some "mellow time".
All of the above done while listening to Jill Barber, my current online muse, with full song downloads/listens.
Time to blog off on this very dull shut-in day, and thankfully I was spared two hours of it with the astonishing nap that was forced on me.
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Friday, April 18, 2008
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Continuing the Aggravation
1300h
As I opened up this create blog application I recieved the faux bus noise and a backup beeper and an airpressure release noist to accompany me. That is how it goes these days; every utterance is noisestalked, as is every proper noun and infrequent words that I might read. I finished reading the Canada's national newspaper, and was constantly noisestalked the entire time.
Part of the game in reading newspapers is for the perps to add extra shadow across the horizontal central fold, and as I encounter it when reading, going from a reasonably light background, the noisestalking and other phenomenon start for that brief duration of reading in this arranged shadow. A new phenonmenon is to pinch my nuts, adding a sustained minor pain component into the harassment action, as it seems the nut jabbing sensations of the last two months are no sufficient. As always, anything successful is exploited all the more, and that includes pissing me off all morning.
I had items pulled from my hands, excessive noise augmentations to anything I am doing, faked touches when I was clearly 6" away from the putative cause, at least four shaving "cuts" which are more like pore bleedings, countless forced and controlled "misreads" where the meaning of the written word is screwed with at the neural level all to detect how I determine the logical dicontinuities, and many more to keep me pissed off for the morning. And plenty of typo sabotage as I am keystroking and time to cease blogging for now.
And while reading some incongrous news online, a chirping and grinding noise started up overhead, and I cannot imagine how that could be attributable to "neighbor noise", but instead is consistent with the more blatant noise imposition from no attributable source.
1345h
A sudden brightness after a managed dinginess all morning, and especially while reading the newspaper. I was reading about gangstalking in Japan at that moment, something near and dear to the perp's heart; noise and phenomenon stalking while reading about the methods and terms of the constant harassment they inflict upon me. (Over 100,000 hits on Google for “Shu-dan stalker” in Japanese the author claims). This includes the "torture" word, and all its recent associations, as it is in the news so often of late, it could well be a planted theme, not unlike blondes.
And I did get a sight of a blonde woman standing in the apartment lobby when I set off for the grocery store, only a 3 minute walk. Her golden mane was draped over her black leather jacket and she was totally still, not moving in the slightest as I came from behind her and then passed through the adjacent door to her left. She was as close to the floor to ceiling glass as one sensibly could be, and would of been looking at me as I crossed her unyeilding line of vision. When I got back 10 minutes later, she was gone.
And in her place was a Mr. Green stalker, one who followed me at the checkout, and then "happened" to follow me back to this apartment building, waiting for the one working elevator while the other one has been shut down ofr no stated reason for the past three days. This dude made sure I saw him only in profile, at both locations, and with a goatee beard, possibly to inculcate or "train" me on being accustomed to seeing male beards and not being turned off from this face hiding "feature". The entire realm of who and how I look at my gangstalkers around me, and even online and in print, is highly managed and probably has a few perp themes to it besides beards, ponytails, red hair, curly hair (yesterday's blog), blonde hair, and the rest of the facial features. often partially, that the gangastalking demographics include.
The maser and plasma games have also being played more often as the rest of the harassment has escalated in the past two weeks, this week especially. Anytime I am to reach for an object there will be a maser close by, taking a magnetic measurement/assay of the air space my hand is to pass through, and often again as I retrieve the grasped object. And more masers while shaving; I cannot count them all, but there were at least six prominent 4" long, filamentous vertical blackish lines, hovering in mid-air or where my hand and razor blade passed through, and staying in position while shaving as specific area. Usually the bottom of the barrel event is for the perps to allow me to photograph the phenomenon, but as far as I can tell, they are still busy playing with these magnetic phenomenon.
Also "showing up" more often of late are what I call "dog hairs", that come from nowhere and are placed to be on my razor handle, or on me located where I about to shave. I have just exited the shower at that juncture, and I have never had so many of these hairs in past comparable situations. The hair looks as if it came from me, but if I shed head hair that often I would not have any. And similarly for the eyelash variant hairs that are also used in same manner. In both cases these will also show up wherever I have cleaned a surface, often a plastic one, again, seemingly from nowhere.
There are plasma blasts in front of the LCD display that I am using much more often. These are whitish puffs which decay inside a second or so, and seem to be related to remotely assaying the magnetic environment that is around me, and has been measured.
Another reminder of being irradiated was looking in the mirror and seeing the sad shape of my gums in my mouth. The crown margins show up to a 1/4" which is an awful lot when seen in one's mouth. It would seem that the increased irradiation of late is wearing down the gum tissue, not unlike the ionizing nuclear radiation, though I don't think it is the latter, as I would of been sick by now, if not expired. My theory is that the perps have not yet determined the energetic signature of gum tissue development, and are still intent on pummeling my gums until they find out. Or, they could be doing this as an aid to their current energetics operations to determine neural and concept related psi energies. Who knows exactly, but this week's visit to the dentist did not enlighten me as to how bad they looked, and I was only "allowed to know" how atrocious my gum attrition had when I was forced to look at them this morning. It is likely that this had been happening for months.
1510h
After tea and chocolate, and harassment over this by pulling objects from my grasp, adding extra noise to all my actions (e.g. putting down a teapot or the mug, putting the dinner plates away), heating the second cup to be hotter than the first, creating some 20 fine needle like slivers of chocolate that "happen" from breaking it along the score lines,creating and disseminating chocolate crumbs around the placement of the bar on the table, creating two extra parallel foil cuts from the one I made with the knife and a sliver of foil to contend with as well as some errant slivers that "evaded" my grasp and rotated to the floor parallel to my leg, and so it goes. In other words, continued aggravation just to do what can be done in my sleep even if my diet has been largely unvarying in over five years of being harassed. As I contemplate the downstream harassment for when they allow some variation in my diet, as in at least a year for now, the overhead rumbling has started up, as has the rain and noise making vehicles. The ambient light conditions were suddenly made dingey, incurring putting on the lights at this time. It is all part of the ongoing harassment perpetrated by the assholes who refuse to come out of the closet and front for this venal and depraved nonconsensual human experimentation I was sold into, at birth no less.
Now the siren cascade has begun, also signifying greater harassment interest at this juncture. This is typical of late, more intensified noise, especially the post-consuption digestive period.
1540h
A session of yawning has just begun, and is likely for the purpose of exposing my mouth contents for the perps, one of their basic harassment themes; how to manage for neural control from a remote location when the brain's color energy is changing due to food intake and residual color energies from the mouth itself. As mentioned in past blogs, the perps expend a huge amount of effort to expose the mouth contents of the operatives that are coursing around me at any given time.
The overhead pounding is also continuing intermittently and seem related to thoughts that occur but are not yet controlled. Aka thoughstalking.
1845h
Dinner and dishes are done, and the opportunity for the perps to continue to rag me is less when doing simpler tasks such as web surfing. After having battles with them over th properties of cling wrap for over five years, they decided that it should now cling, and lo, if it didn't all adhere to my wrist and inner arm, where they like to get touches.
1935h
Two separate rouds of hallway chatting outside my door, about 20 minutes apart, different pesonnel. Funny how it happens to me like this.
2000h
Another jocular conversation outside my door in the hallway, just after a siren noise; why all this tonight? Is it because I am reading about abductions by aliens? As far as I know, I have not been abducted thankfully.
2010h
Another hallway voice-over for my benefit I assume. No rest tonight it seems, while reading alien abduction stories. It is odd the perps want to noisestalk me on this topic when I consider it to be immaterial to my own harassment experience.
I have had buzzy feet all evening, and it seems that this is stanard procedure every few weeks where I am treated to this. I suspect that deep neural structures in the brainstem are energized which is where the perps seem to be looking these days. Any head zaps are in the neck, above my Adam's apple.
2035h
As I read a descriptive term of what is being done to me I got a zap and overhead pounding noise. Back to that venality again, and the fuckers know how much I like it.
2100h
A firecracker went off with a simultaneous zapping; and I made my complaints loud and clear this time, not that it will change the harassment script any.
2125h
Two Firefox browser hangs in succession = perp intrusion to rile me up. I restore the last session each time I boot up the PC, and tend to forget the passwords after a few weeks. Fortuneately, I recovered, though I am pissed off this keeps happening.
Now, at this time of night, a session of sheet metal pounding from the street; anything goes when it comes to harassment; recall the meter heads pulled from the street parking to allow continuous day and night parking in a two hour zone.
2210h
Another jerkaround tonight; the Youtube feed was interupted many times to stop the video and the audio feed, and have it resume in a few seconds. Any viewing was screwed with, over and above the video and audio synchronization "drift" that "happens" routinely.
Time to blog off for the day after finding most of my past link visitation annotation has been reset from purple (previously visited) back to blue (not visited). This makes for more perp games to screw with my recall as the prop of the annotation has been removed. Who would of done that on my PC? The perps seem to be prepping me to reread web pages without having a clue that I have already read the page. This is another "never-before", as I would rarely forget if I had read a web page, even going back years. And likely too, my recall would of been even better without these assholes messing with my head, e.g. irradiations of some kind, selective recall dithering.
And enough plasma games for a day; the white space on this LCD display has been filled in with an ever morphing greyish plasma background, undertaking some kind of greyscale testing of my vision and where and how I process what I see.
As I opened up this create blog application I recieved the faux bus noise and a backup beeper and an airpressure release noist to accompany me. That is how it goes these days; every utterance is noisestalked, as is every proper noun and infrequent words that I might read. I finished reading the Canada's national newspaper, and was constantly noisestalked the entire time.
Part of the game in reading newspapers is for the perps to add extra shadow across the horizontal central fold, and as I encounter it when reading, going from a reasonably light background, the noisestalking and other phenomenon start for that brief duration of reading in this arranged shadow. A new phenonmenon is to pinch my nuts, adding a sustained minor pain component into the harassment action, as it seems the nut jabbing sensations of the last two months are no sufficient. As always, anything successful is exploited all the more, and that includes pissing me off all morning.
I had items pulled from my hands, excessive noise augmentations to anything I am doing, faked touches when I was clearly 6" away from the putative cause, at least four shaving "cuts" which are more like pore bleedings, countless forced and controlled "misreads" where the meaning of the written word is screwed with at the neural level all to detect how I determine the logical dicontinuities, and many more to keep me pissed off for the morning. And plenty of typo sabotage as I am keystroking and time to cease blogging for now.
And while reading some incongrous news online, a chirping and grinding noise started up overhead, and I cannot imagine how that could be attributable to "neighbor noise", but instead is consistent with the more blatant noise imposition from no attributable source.
1345h
A sudden brightness after a managed dinginess all morning, and especially while reading the newspaper. I was reading about gangstalking in Japan at that moment, something near and dear to the perp's heart; noise and phenomenon stalking while reading about the methods and terms of the constant harassment they inflict upon me. (Over 100,000 hits on Google for “Shu-dan stalker” in Japanese the author claims). This includes the "torture" word, and all its recent associations, as it is in the news so often of late, it could well be a planted theme, not unlike blondes.
And I did get a sight of a blonde woman standing in the apartment lobby when I set off for the grocery store, only a 3 minute walk. Her golden mane was draped over her black leather jacket and she was totally still, not moving in the slightest as I came from behind her and then passed through the adjacent door to her left. She was as close to the floor to ceiling glass as one sensibly could be, and would of been looking at me as I crossed her unyeilding line of vision. When I got back 10 minutes later, she was gone.
And in her place was a Mr. Green stalker, one who followed me at the checkout, and then "happened" to follow me back to this apartment building, waiting for the one working elevator while the other one has been shut down ofr no stated reason for the past three days. This dude made sure I saw him only in profile, at both locations, and with a goatee beard, possibly to inculcate or "train" me on being accustomed to seeing male beards and not being turned off from this face hiding "feature". The entire realm of who and how I look at my gangstalkers around me, and even online and in print, is highly managed and probably has a few perp themes to it besides beards, ponytails, red hair, curly hair (yesterday's blog), blonde hair, and the rest of the facial features. often partially, that the gangastalking demographics include.
The maser and plasma games have also being played more often as the rest of the harassment has escalated in the past two weeks, this week especially. Anytime I am to reach for an object there will be a maser close by, taking a magnetic measurement/assay of the air space my hand is to pass through, and often again as I retrieve the grasped object. And more masers while shaving; I cannot count them all, but there were at least six prominent 4" long, filamentous vertical blackish lines, hovering in mid-air or where my hand and razor blade passed through, and staying in position while shaving as specific area. Usually the bottom of the barrel event is for the perps to allow me to photograph the phenomenon, but as far as I can tell, they are still busy playing with these magnetic phenomenon.
Also "showing up" more often of late are what I call "dog hairs", that come from nowhere and are placed to be on my razor handle, or on me located where I about to shave. I have just exited the shower at that juncture, and I have never had so many of these hairs in past comparable situations. The hair looks as if it came from me, but if I shed head hair that often I would not have any. And similarly for the eyelash variant hairs that are also used in same manner. In both cases these will also show up wherever I have cleaned a surface, often a plastic one, again, seemingly from nowhere.
There are plasma blasts in front of the LCD display that I am using much more often. These are whitish puffs which decay inside a second or so, and seem to be related to remotely assaying the magnetic environment that is around me, and has been measured.
Another reminder of being irradiated was looking in the mirror and seeing the sad shape of my gums in my mouth. The crown margins show up to a 1/4" which is an awful lot when seen in one's mouth. It would seem that the increased irradiation of late is wearing down the gum tissue, not unlike the ionizing nuclear radiation, though I don't think it is the latter, as I would of been sick by now, if not expired. My theory is that the perps have not yet determined the energetic signature of gum tissue development, and are still intent on pummeling my gums until they find out. Or, they could be doing this as an aid to their current energetics operations to determine neural and concept related psi energies. Who knows exactly, but this week's visit to the dentist did not enlighten me as to how bad they looked, and I was only "allowed to know" how atrocious my gum attrition had when I was forced to look at them this morning. It is likely that this had been happening for months.
1510h
After tea and chocolate, and harassment over this by pulling objects from my grasp, adding extra noise to all my actions (e.g. putting down a teapot or the mug, putting the dinner plates away), heating the second cup to be hotter than the first, creating some 20 fine needle like slivers of chocolate that "happen" from breaking it along the score lines,creating and disseminating chocolate crumbs around the placement of the bar on the table, creating two extra parallel foil cuts from the one I made with the knife and a sliver of foil to contend with as well as some errant slivers that "evaded" my grasp and rotated to the floor parallel to my leg, and so it goes. In other words, continued aggravation just to do what can be done in my sleep even if my diet has been largely unvarying in over five years of being harassed. As I contemplate the downstream harassment for when they allow some variation in my diet, as in at least a year for now, the overhead rumbling has started up, as has the rain and noise making vehicles. The ambient light conditions were suddenly made dingey, incurring putting on the lights at this time. It is all part of the ongoing harassment perpetrated by the assholes who refuse to come out of the closet and front for this venal and depraved nonconsensual human experimentation I was sold into, at birth no less.
Now the siren cascade has begun, also signifying greater harassment interest at this juncture. This is typical of late, more intensified noise, especially the post-consuption digestive period.
1540h
A session of yawning has just begun, and is likely for the purpose of exposing my mouth contents for the perps, one of their basic harassment themes; how to manage for neural control from a remote location when the brain's color energy is changing due to food intake and residual color energies from the mouth itself. As mentioned in past blogs, the perps expend a huge amount of effort to expose the mouth contents of the operatives that are coursing around me at any given time.
The overhead pounding is also continuing intermittently and seem related to thoughts that occur but are not yet controlled. Aka thoughstalking.
1845h
Dinner and dishes are done, and the opportunity for the perps to continue to rag me is less when doing simpler tasks such as web surfing. After having battles with them over th properties of cling wrap for over five years, they decided that it should now cling, and lo, if it didn't all adhere to my wrist and inner arm, where they like to get touches.
1935h
Two separate rouds of hallway chatting outside my door, about 20 minutes apart, different pesonnel. Funny how it happens to me like this.
2000h
Another jocular conversation outside my door in the hallway, just after a siren noise; why all this tonight? Is it because I am reading about abductions by aliens? As far as I know, I have not been abducted thankfully.
2010h
Another hallway voice-over for my benefit I assume. No rest tonight it seems, while reading alien abduction stories. It is odd the perps want to noisestalk me on this topic when I consider it to be immaterial to my own harassment experience.
I have had buzzy feet all evening, and it seems that this is stanard procedure every few weeks where I am treated to this. I suspect that deep neural structures in the brainstem are energized which is where the perps seem to be looking these days. Any head zaps are in the neck, above my Adam's apple.
2035h
As I read a descriptive term of what is being done to me I got a zap and overhead pounding noise. Back to that venality again, and the fuckers know how much I like it.
2100h
A firecracker went off with a simultaneous zapping; and I made my complaints loud and clear this time, not that it will change the harassment script any.
2125h
Two Firefox browser hangs in succession = perp intrusion to rile me up. I restore the last session each time I boot up the PC, and tend to forget the passwords after a few weeks. Fortuneately, I recovered, though I am pissed off this keeps happening.
Now, at this time of night, a session of sheet metal pounding from the street; anything goes when it comes to harassment; recall the meter heads pulled from the street parking to allow continuous day and night parking in a two hour zone.
2210h
Another jerkaround tonight; the Youtube feed was interupted many times to stop the video and the audio feed, and have it resume in a few seconds. Any viewing was screwed with, over and above the video and audio synchronization "drift" that "happens" routinely.
Time to blog off for the day after finding most of my past link visitation annotation has been reset from purple (previously visited) back to blue (not visited). This makes for more perp games to screw with my recall as the prop of the annotation has been removed. Who would of done that on my PC? The perps seem to be prepping me to reread web pages without having a clue that I have already read the page. This is another "never-before", as I would rarely forget if I had read a web page, even going back years. And likely too, my recall would of been even better without these assholes messing with my head, e.g. irradiations of some kind, selective recall dithering.
And enough plasma games for a day; the white space on this LCD display has been filled in with an ever morphing greyish plasma background, undertaking some kind of greyscale testing of my vision and where and how I process what I see.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Coughing and Spluttering Outside My Door
1100h
Just like a boarding house; this august apartment building has this noise factor just like its more unruly counterpart of my previous tenancy. Funny how it keeps following me around like this, with at least 15 other hallway noises of curious origin. The coincidence moment, when the spluttering erupted that is, was when I was reading about integrated batteries and capacitators as a recent development in electric power storage. Big excitement for small minds who spent no end of effort to rile me up earlier at breakfast with their peanut butter flicking games.
Ditto for the chads that congregate outside my door. At the previous putative rooming house, and now here in an apartment block, there are small pieces of white plastic bags that "find" their way outside my door in the hallway. Lately another variant; a small cluster of hole punch chads from white paper also "arrived" outside my door, unlike any other tenant on this floor. Only the elevator waiting area gets more miscellaneous droppings of litter, chads, plastic, candy wrappers etc. And the management makes out that they cannot find the staff to keep this place clean. Big joke that.
A short post today for reasons given tomorrow.
Just like a boarding house; this august apartment building has this noise factor just like its more unruly counterpart of my previous tenancy. Funny how it keeps following me around like this, with at least 15 other hallway noises of curious origin. The coincidence moment, when the spluttering erupted that is, was when I was reading about integrated batteries and capacitators as a recent development in electric power storage. Big excitement for small minds who spent no end of effort to rile me up earlier at breakfast with their peanut butter flicking games.
Ditto for the chads that congregate outside my door. At the previous putative rooming house, and now here in an apartment block, there are small pieces of white plastic bags that "find" their way outside my door in the hallway. Lately another variant; a small cluster of hole punch chads from white paper also "arrived" outside my door, unlike any other tenant on this floor. Only the elevator waiting area gets more miscellaneous droppings of litter, chads, plastic, candy wrappers etc. And the management makes out that they cannot find the staff to keep this place clean. Big joke that.
A short post today for reasons given tomorrow.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Back to Mattress Stalking
1200h
The mattress stalking stunt is having a reprise; two have been placed in the hallway one apartment away, and no ostensible cause like moving has been arranged. In other words, no cover story, and that includes the placement of the steel bed frame in the hallway, the displaced stroller (outside my apartment in the hallway) and the extra large, non-native pinecones (read, brown color) stashed in the carry section of the stroller. Who would ever put non-native 12" long pinecones in a stroller and leave them there for over 6 weeks, except on a weird mission, like overtly harassing the fuck out of someone's life after doing this covertly for over 47 years?
Regular readers will recall that a mattress was placed some 12' away outside my room at the last residence location, the putative rooming house. The mattress was rotated and/or moved about for the next four weeks until it "disappeared" in the night. Its arrival and placement was equally mysterious, again, in the night. And mattresses are a regular gangstalking accouterment, usually stacked in the boxes of gangstalking pickups, the vehicle usually black, silver-grey or white colored. And of late, the perps have dropped the pretense of mattress packing as a end-of-month moving pretense, and usually have one such cargo carrying cehicle every outing that I make. What is that expression, the more things change (e.g. moving residence location), the more they remain the same (similar gangstalking methods revealed).
It was a laundry day today, and there is nothing like that activity to bring on perp games. The above mattress, bedframe and stroller placements in the hallway were readied some two days ago, and the noisescape has been significantly enhanced this morning with backup beepers, car alarms, air pressure release hissing from buses and garbage trucks, and a host of other "coincidences", with a full barrage occuring when I was folding my clothing on the bed. There is likely many goals the perps have about laundry and clothing energetics interaction, but it seems that it brings out the inanity of the perps in full.
Another related stunt was having the washing machine "leak" again, a cupfull or so on the floor of the laundry room. I told the building manager last time, but he made a point of not doing anything about it. Translated, this stunt is to run longer, so forget it, it won't be fixed anytime soon. The "problem" had" self corrected" for a few weeks, but has now returned.
Before I moved here I took my laundry to a laundromat, and a woman I named Goth Girl was the attendant, and she provided many tales related to harassment activity. And now she begins to "show up" in gangstalking, now twice in a week, in the locations that I frequent, during her putative work hours. Whether or not her appearences are related to laundry activity I have no idea, but there are no coincidences in this life as a Targeted Individual.
I am getting the crumb arrivals in greater frequency of late; they "happen" to show up on counters, sink, my fingers, cupboard doors, and have taken on the added property of being difficult to move or pick up. As if by magic, my fingers "miss", and the crumb either is returned or else my fingers are being dithered by remote means. As always, crumbs also serve as maser loci point, and invariably fire a maser or a small plasma beam at me, sometimes in unison. i.e. all crumbs on my plate will jointly shoot brown plasma beams at me. And to add to this inanity, I am also getting wood slivers from nowhere arriving on the carpet. I can only assume the perps are wanting me to touch the carpet as well, and in some way, energetically interact with the item, and its retained (from the carpet) and natural colors.
I got a siren show immediately before lunch, and two separate instances (serial form) of sirens while eating it. As mentioned before, the perps like to have me eat brown food, and have taken this opportunity to noisestalk me in pre-meal and during my meal with the same noise that was terminated locally, though I did not see any emergency vehicles.
1410h
Overhead tapping noise has started up while I am being contained in a near sleep state while sitting at my PC and reading more of Chasing Phantoms, the downloadable PDF file about abductions and mind-control, which usually occur together, although not usually mentioned. It is rare that an abductee comments on how relaxed and cooperative they were, which to me, spells mind control, as no one in their right mind would be like this.
1510h
I noticed that this blog journalling is getting spoofed for spelling mistakes after the fact, that is, when I am not accessing it, and while it sits on this PC or the Blogspot server, wherever the file resides. In other words, all these spelling mistakes are not my own.
And another jerkaround was also pulled earlier, where I got mind-fucked into "thinking" that the above used word "mattress" was spelled with one t instead of two t's. So I had to repair that damage, and this is how it goes, even for an ace speller. I am not allowed to spell words correctly, and especially not type them correctly, as the typo count is way too large for me to be doing this by myself, let alone the consistent nature of the "typos". One example it repeating the same mistake in placing a certain two letters together. It never happened before, which in my book means, mind-fucking.
1650h
I am being tested for text cognition; the text of this and my the websites that I have concurrently open has been altered from the initial size and spacing to a compacted form, densified if you will. This has been going on for months, and they like to pull this when I revisit the site, opening the tab or window up after being away from it for a time. And I assume this game is all-important, as it has been going on for so long. Another likely supporting game is what I call "text mashing"; scrambling various pieces together in an unreadable melee. Dialog boxes that are not boxed, just the text displays to confuse me. And then in Blogspot, having the choice of labels sitting on the text above it.
I got the hallway nattering that went on for an hour; another unlikely scenario where two individuals in an apartment block have an extended discussion, outside my door of course. It is not quite as bad as the putative rooming house as the last residence location, but just as mysterious in rationale.
In the course of reading about Carissa Conti and her travails at the hands of some very strange and managed events (The Vortex), I learned that young children and pets are the most sensitive to psi energies and the presence of unseen others. And it is certainly true for her cat, which wigged out anytime there was a poltergeist-like event imminent. (And as I type this paragraph up, I got a noise flurry, and a car alarm that has been on for the entire time, and one that happens to violate the restrictions on the alarm duration). And her observations lend credence to why pets and children are so often used by gangstalkers, and that the perp's expectation is that these groups of beings have more of the psi energies apparent, with the expectation that the same conditon/energies can be detected in me.
And for that one, the perps had it all planned a long time ago, as my daughter is now 17 y.o. and they had plenty of interaction time to be stalking me over. Yet again; been there, done that, so why am I being fucked over for someone else's research problem?
And so it goes, being a doormat for the perps to fuck with my life, all the time they are shooting masers and plasma beams around me, scripting my every utterance, broadcasting my personal history to all and sundry, and hounding me with noise and gangstalkers all the time. Last week at yoga as part of the check-in, I said something like, "... and no complaints of an organic nature", (meaning personal health) and they all laughed (oddly IMHO), as how did they know just what my situation is? Admitedly, I did tell the instructor once in (scripted, likely) conversation before or after a class, in brief about my harassment lifestyle, but no other party was in earshot, and at no time has any class member ever talked to me about anything, let alone social lifestyle.
It is amazing that my yoga classmates all knew about my state of harassment, and even more stunning that they found humor in it. This had to be scripted, or even mind-planted among them, to all individually have the same reaction. I have had a few of these group laughter sessions in the past, and they all seemed equally weird when everyone finds the same innocent statement to be funny. An extension of this is the communal smirking game, though to be honest, there has been some recent diminuition of this. A related experience is the stare at me games, though for the most part the perps have gone for shorter, and near normal social durations. Yesterday, they put three of these staring episodes from three individual operatives together inside of a minute, so perhaps they are now going for quantity.
1855h
I am getting the dusk onset stroboscoping, something that does not have any ostensible cause, save the improbability of aiming a white light window reflection flash at me from a residential tower consistently at this time of day. And also, the source has the amazing ability to stop when I am looking in the direction of where it might be coming from. And immediately before this "eruption" the phone rang from an automated calling center, my only phone call of the day. Another amazing coincidence.
2015h
I am getting the remotely applied "discomforted" sensation; a generalized feeling without any specific causal. Yet another of the "never before" planted sensations that have only become a reality since overt harassment began in 2002. There might be another purpose to this, and I have yet to be informed of it.
There are more recall games going on; in reading Chasing Phantoms as an Adobe PDF file, it jumped me to the wrong location and I happened to be merrily reading along, and then eventually encountering something familiar, but I wasn't allowed to think it through. Then again, and finally I was let in on the fact that the perps started me 50 pages back of where I had finished to in an earlier session today. More mind-fuck games, and getting me at very fundamental levels of recall, and even of consciousness.
And I got some more strange direct lighting in this E. facing apartment when the sun was setting in the W. There was no apparent source, and the direct light was splashed on the desk in front of this LCD panel, on the panel and on the wall behind it. More games for small minds, though in fact, there is a day to day consistency in these strange effects and their timing and contingencies that belies the fact that the perps are more than just rampant juvies as I often characterize them as.
I had something momentous to write, but "somehow" I lost the thought, which translated, means mind-fucked.
2310h
And more reading of Chasing Phantoms has struck a resonant chord, especially the numbed out and emotionally bereft, if not abusive, family situation. And I sense, as the author does, there were likely mind-control behaviors embedded in the family interactions. And when any part of the story is particular relevant to my own experiences, the noisestalking starts up, even construction percussive noises at this time of night.
Time to blog off and call it a day.
The mattress stalking stunt is having a reprise; two have been placed in the hallway one apartment away, and no ostensible cause like moving has been arranged. In other words, no cover story, and that includes the placement of the steel bed frame in the hallway, the displaced stroller (outside my apartment in the hallway) and the extra large, non-native pinecones (read, brown color) stashed in the carry section of the stroller. Who would ever put non-native 12" long pinecones in a stroller and leave them there for over 6 weeks, except on a weird mission, like overtly harassing the fuck out of someone's life after doing this covertly for over 47 years?
Regular readers will recall that a mattress was placed some 12' away outside my room at the last residence location, the putative rooming house. The mattress was rotated and/or moved about for the next four weeks until it "disappeared" in the night. Its arrival and placement was equally mysterious, again, in the night. And mattresses are a regular gangstalking accouterment, usually stacked in the boxes of gangstalking pickups, the vehicle usually black, silver-grey or white colored. And of late, the perps have dropped the pretense of mattress packing as a end-of-month moving pretense, and usually have one such cargo carrying cehicle every outing that I make. What is that expression, the more things change (e.g. moving residence location), the more they remain the same (similar gangstalking methods revealed).
It was a laundry day today, and there is nothing like that activity to bring on perp games. The above mattress, bedframe and stroller placements in the hallway were readied some two days ago, and the noisescape has been significantly enhanced this morning with backup beepers, car alarms, air pressure release hissing from buses and garbage trucks, and a host of other "coincidences", with a full barrage occuring when I was folding my clothing on the bed. There is likely many goals the perps have about laundry and clothing energetics interaction, but it seems that it brings out the inanity of the perps in full.
Another related stunt was having the washing machine "leak" again, a cupfull or so on the floor of the laundry room. I told the building manager last time, but he made a point of not doing anything about it. Translated, this stunt is to run longer, so forget it, it won't be fixed anytime soon. The "problem" had" self corrected" for a few weeks, but has now returned.
Before I moved here I took my laundry to a laundromat, and a woman I named Goth Girl was the attendant, and she provided many tales related to harassment activity. And now she begins to "show up" in gangstalking, now twice in a week, in the locations that I frequent, during her putative work hours. Whether or not her appearences are related to laundry activity I have no idea, but there are no coincidences in this life as a Targeted Individual.
I am getting the crumb arrivals in greater frequency of late; they "happen" to show up on counters, sink, my fingers, cupboard doors, and have taken on the added property of being difficult to move or pick up. As if by magic, my fingers "miss", and the crumb either is returned or else my fingers are being dithered by remote means. As always, crumbs also serve as maser loci point, and invariably fire a maser or a small plasma beam at me, sometimes in unison. i.e. all crumbs on my plate will jointly shoot brown plasma beams at me. And to add to this inanity, I am also getting wood slivers from nowhere arriving on the carpet. I can only assume the perps are wanting me to touch the carpet as well, and in some way, energetically interact with the item, and its retained (from the carpet) and natural colors.
I got a siren show immediately before lunch, and two separate instances (serial form) of sirens while eating it. As mentioned before, the perps like to have me eat brown food, and have taken this opportunity to noisestalk me in pre-meal and during my meal with the same noise that was terminated locally, though I did not see any emergency vehicles.
1410h
Overhead tapping noise has started up while I am being contained in a near sleep state while sitting at my PC and reading more of Chasing Phantoms, the downloadable PDF file about abductions and mind-control, which usually occur together, although not usually mentioned. It is rare that an abductee comments on how relaxed and cooperative they were, which to me, spells mind control, as no one in their right mind would be like this.
1510h
I noticed that this blog journalling is getting spoofed for spelling mistakes after the fact, that is, when I am not accessing it, and while it sits on this PC or the Blogspot server, wherever the file resides. In other words, all these spelling mistakes are not my own.
And another jerkaround was also pulled earlier, where I got mind-fucked into "thinking" that the above used word "mattress" was spelled with one t instead of two t's. So I had to repair that damage, and this is how it goes, even for an ace speller. I am not allowed to spell words correctly, and especially not type them correctly, as the typo count is way too large for me to be doing this by myself, let alone the consistent nature of the "typos". One example it repeating the same mistake in placing a certain two letters together. It never happened before, which in my book means, mind-fucking.
1650h
I am being tested for text cognition; the text of this and my the websites that I have concurrently open has been altered from the initial size and spacing to a compacted form, densified if you will. This has been going on for months, and they like to pull this when I revisit the site, opening the tab or window up after being away from it for a time. And I assume this game is all-important, as it has been going on for so long. Another likely supporting game is what I call "text mashing"; scrambling various pieces together in an unreadable melee. Dialog boxes that are not boxed, just the text displays to confuse me. And then in Blogspot, having the choice of labels sitting on the text above it.
I got the hallway nattering that went on for an hour; another unlikely scenario where two individuals in an apartment block have an extended discussion, outside my door of course. It is not quite as bad as the putative rooming house as the last residence location, but just as mysterious in rationale.
In the course of reading about Carissa Conti and her travails at the hands of some very strange and managed events (The Vortex), I learned that young children and pets are the most sensitive to psi energies and the presence of unseen others. And it is certainly true for her cat, which wigged out anytime there was a poltergeist-like event imminent. (And as I type this paragraph up, I got a noise flurry, and a car alarm that has been on for the entire time, and one that happens to violate the restrictions on the alarm duration). And her observations lend credence to why pets and children are so often used by gangstalkers, and that the perp's expectation is that these groups of beings have more of the psi energies apparent, with the expectation that the same conditon/energies can be detected in me.
And for that one, the perps had it all planned a long time ago, as my daughter is now 17 y.o. and they had plenty of interaction time to be stalking me over. Yet again; been there, done that, so why am I being fucked over for someone else's research problem?
And so it goes, being a doormat for the perps to fuck with my life, all the time they are shooting masers and plasma beams around me, scripting my every utterance, broadcasting my personal history to all and sundry, and hounding me with noise and gangstalkers all the time. Last week at yoga as part of the check-in, I said something like, "... and no complaints of an organic nature", (meaning personal health) and they all laughed (oddly IMHO), as how did they know just what my situation is? Admitedly, I did tell the instructor once in (scripted, likely) conversation before or after a class, in brief about my harassment lifestyle, but no other party was in earshot, and at no time has any class member ever talked to me about anything, let alone social lifestyle.
It is amazing that my yoga classmates all knew about my state of harassment, and even more stunning that they found humor in it. This had to be scripted, or even mind-planted among them, to all individually have the same reaction. I have had a few of these group laughter sessions in the past, and they all seemed equally weird when everyone finds the same innocent statement to be funny. An extension of this is the communal smirking game, though to be honest, there has been some recent diminuition of this. A related experience is the stare at me games, though for the most part the perps have gone for shorter, and near normal social durations. Yesterday, they put three of these staring episodes from three individual operatives together inside of a minute, so perhaps they are now going for quantity.
1855h
I am getting the dusk onset stroboscoping, something that does not have any ostensible cause, save the improbability of aiming a white light window reflection flash at me from a residential tower consistently at this time of day. And also, the source has the amazing ability to stop when I am looking in the direction of where it might be coming from. And immediately before this "eruption" the phone rang from an automated calling center, my only phone call of the day. Another amazing coincidence.
2015h
I am getting the remotely applied "discomforted" sensation; a generalized feeling without any specific causal. Yet another of the "never before" planted sensations that have only become a reality since overt harassment began in 2002. There might be another purpose to this, and I have yet to be informed of it.
There are more recall games going on; in reading Chasing Phantoms as an Adobe PDF file, it jumped me to the wrong location and I happened to be merrily reading along, and then eventually encountering something familiar, but I wasn't allowed to think it through. Then again, and finally I was let in on the fact that the perps started me 50 pages back of where I had finished to in an earlier session today. More mind-fuck games, and getting me at very fundamental levels of recall, and even of consciousness.
And I got some more strange direct lighting in this E. facing apartment when the sun was setting in the W. There was no apparent source, and the direct light was splashed on the desk in front of this LCD panel, on the panel and on the wall behind it. More games for small minds, though in fact, there is a day to day consistency in these strange effects and their timing and contingencies that belies the fact that the perps are more than just rampant juvies as I often characterize them as.
I had something momentous to write, but "somehow" I lost the thought, which translated, means mind-fucked.
2310h
And more reading of Chasing Phantoms has struck a resonant chord, especially the numbed out and emotionally bereft, if not abusive, family situation. And I sense, as the author does, there were likely mind-control behaviors embedded in the family interactions. And when any part of the story is particular relevant to my own experiences, the noisestalking starts up, even construction percussive noises at this time of night.
Time to blog off and call it a day.
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