Yellow Leather Gloves

1330h
The perps had me rage-ified within 5 minutes of getting up; it was either fake touches or finger tip jabbings, zoning me out to stand around, or else being directed to the wrong kitchen cupboard. Ordinarily I would remember, but for "some reason" (read, invasive mind technologies of deleting one's recall), I cannot. [Later; it was a sustained vision assault that went on for a few minutes],

But as noted in yesterday's blog, the perps have me "reacting" immediately and vociferously to nearly all provocations, as this escalation is now the imposed "norm". As it is a Monday, it is the scripted day for a crap, and today was likely the big event of the morning. They timed the crap to be exactly after shaving. dental dental hygeine and pill intake (always a big deal for the assholes), and before the next step of dressing myself to get on with the day. It was such that I was totally naked at that juncture, even without having my eyeglasses or watch on. And lo, if they didn't pull some toilet blocking stunts and plunger games too, all to add to the excitement. Also noticed too, were farm mud splats that "arrived" by themselves on the bathroom counter. I can only assume that the perps were playing brown color reference games, and using the farm soil as the "browning" agent in the vicinity of the toilet. Anyway, enough on this topic.

I also got my laundry done afterward, many of the clothes were dusted with a significant amount of dust from yesterday's farm work, picking daffodil bulbs in the baking sun, and being the gangstalk bait for the day. The perp's obsession over laundry is also being heightened with this farm laborer work as it gets extra attention given the perps' methods of slathering me in dust to a degree no one else does, even if they sit on the ground, which I don't. As the farm work clothing is all quick dry, I hang them up in the bathroom rather than putting the garments in the dryer. This too is exciting news/developments of the perps, and one day, especially with the aid of my brother's commercial laundry business, they might actually figure out what seems to be escaping their timorous minds. I have said it often; they could likely figure out their "research problems" in weeks with my cooperation, but instead, orchestrate a game of pretend for 54 years and counting.

Then it was a sortie to get new leather work gloves, and that too was a gangstalker gauntlet; even some the "regulars", the ones who "happen" to be around at odd hours and location, and who appear to be vagrants, came out again, as it was a 10 block junket to get to this particular store that has plenty of variety of workclothes. All the shiftless males were about, some strangely standing around for no apparent reason, as well as all of them being headed in the same direction as I was; the ones across the street in parallel and the ones on my side of the street, ahead of me and behind. I have never seen so many males on a weekday just "wandering" around, many of them on Coffee Corps duty, holding it out in front for color reference purposes and of no seeming employment.

After some "help" at the store, where the store assistant made sure to touch every pair of gloves that I touched, I purchased a pair of leather gloves for my next round of daffodil bulb picking, should there be one. The last pair of gloves were a light yellow tan color and the perps had punched a half inch hole in one of the left hand fingers. No other finger was worn, it was out and out sabotage. And lo, if the dude at the checkout wasn't wearing a vile yellow shirt to add to the yellowness of the occasion. And there was at least ten dudes "arriving" at the store after I completed my purchase; it is very common I have come to learn that they will send follow-up gangstalkers for at least an hour after I have vacated a location or walked a route. In other words, the "follow up" gangstalkers were arriving before I had departed.

When headed out I got my brown stalking in the elevator; a skinhead dude with a brown cardboard box for chrissakes, and the asshole didn't make the usual move to allow me in, but stayed fixed in the opposite corner from the buttons toconstrict my elevator egress. All my elevator gangstalkers are doing this now. Another wholesale group change in behavior. The brown box act wasn't over by any means, as a UPS delivery truck was buzzing around me when walking to the store and back, making "deliveries". Translated, that means, "showing off the brown"; more cardboard boxes visible when stopped and the tailgate up, the deep dark brown colored van, and the driver in a dark brown outfit, their standard uniform. As the perps had de-pooed me before I set off, they were likely very anxious to get some brown readings off me from a distance by inserting various colors of brown when out and about. I cannot recount how many coffee bearing gangstalkers there were out on the street, probably over 100 on a working weekday.

And somewhere along the way on my outing I did get my "tattoo stalking", this time on someone's lower calf for chrissakes. As before, the perps ensure that I have a near constant exposure to all the things, colors, beings and situations that I don't like, or more specifically, that are Unfavored in my subconscious recall. Before Overt Harassment (BOH, 04-15-2002), I was not aware of these aversions, and now the perps have increased my "reactions" to these Unfavored elements. In another example today, the perps put on a turban act coming off the bus as I was walking toward the sidewalk, essentially repeating a slice of yesterday's crew bus ride back from the farm with some of the turbaned fulltime laboring staff. (And, it was at the exact location where I get off the crew bus). I also got the senseless stare from the turban act; he had no reason to look at me, and every reason to look ahead to where he was going, and did anyway. And yes, turbans, big hats, do-rags and most head adorning millinery are Unfavored.

1615h
A tea and chocolate break earlier, and then more online surfing along with a "torpor attack", where they had me in a near nap state while seated at this desk, and then pulled me out of it when viewing a blog posting on Mike Tyson's former abandoned house, now owned by someone who is likely in jail after being sucked into a FBI sting operation. That site even got me a two siren cascade. A first overlapping series of loud sirens, followed by a fainter series. The long familiar gambit of loud noise, then a following softer noise variant/harmonic. Been there, done that so often I am tired of it.

1630h
I am in the beam again, starting earlier today at about 1615h, and still directed at me, some 600' away. All from the the supposed tenants of a condo building who have all jointly pulled their venetian blinds down and turned them the same way to reflect the maximum abount of light. This stunt plays out over four stories and at least three apartments wide. Hard to beat that kind of orchestration.

On any given sunny day at these late summer afternoons/evenings I get three sources of faux reflectance beamed at me from these three sources, all E. of my apartment. Did this happen last year in this residence? No, it is a 2008 phenomenon, meaning it is a method to get more light in my apartment at this time of day, as well as a source of stroboscopic games that can be very perturbing, even with the curtains closed.

Beam Source #1. Taken today, 07-21-2008 at 1506h. 24 minutes ago. I know, you have seen this many times before, and I assume this was put on for picture bait; to draw me to the balcony and take a picture while a highly orchestrated parade of gangstalking vehicles and operatives swirled below. Would someone confirm how incredibly odd this is, to have the entire apartment block W. side to have all the blinds pulled down and turned in the same way? I once worked on the top floor when this was an office building, no coincidence I am sure.












Beam Source #2. Taken 07-18-2008 at 1739h. This is called View Towers and it about 120' away, and is 17 stories tall. It was built as a "social housing" initiative, but that is no longer the case. This is beaming as I write this, even at 1928h, though now dimming after a prior run for the last 60 minutes as the "source" of the strobing games and illuminating this apartment. There are at least two windows beaming at me, and at least one that has this decidedly artifical sheen to it which is not a window covering. The above picture also has some windows with the artificial sheen which is most odd at all the windows have their venetian blinds closed.












Beam Source #3. Taken 07-08-2008 at 1929h and will play later tonight, as it does every sunny summer night this year. I find it impossible that the reflected sun would be that strong, and two vertical surfaces would simutaneously reflect exactly into my apartment. Especially when I have been assiduously hounded with pit-lamping vehicles and other faux reflectances over the past six years.












1930h
And before I went to go do daffodil bulb picking the perps made sure to do two things; steal one pair of black acrylic underwear of the set of five pairs that I routinely use, and then mark up my elbows with scars from their remotely applied fuckery. In the case of the underwear it is no surprise that the assholes are incrementally pulling down my pants and exposing it out in the farm field all day long, so it would seem that they "need" a color reference somewhere else too, other than the remaining my dresser. As to who specifically might have the missing pair of the collected operatives, quislings, shills and fuckwits, I won't even guess. The elbow scars were put in place "from" leaning on some carpet at the gym while doing exercises. I did not drag my elbows on the carpet, so it cannot be carpet burn, one of the perps' favorite stunts to create skin reference points/color differences for themselves.




































Anothe game of the perps is to play "hide the cursor" and not show me where it is until I have made a keystroke and potentially inserted something where I had no intention to do so. This is core level operating system manipulation it would seem, meaning that they can access all the Windows code and recompile a special version for me. Or, hack it in real time in some way using a graphical manipulation spoofing hack.

2020h
More screaming at the perps for hiding the vertical scroll bar and then proceeding to freeze its action to keep me looking at their chosen image for a few seconds longer. And that they like to rile me up all the time. The current background noise is street hollaring; this is an example of them arranging for me to hear voice, but no actual words. For some reason this is very important at certain junctures, keeping the bioenergetics role of the amygdala part of the brain which processes voice content separate from the language center of the brain, the right temporal lobe.

2030h
The perps are now pissing me off with the creepy crawlies, as if some bead of sweat somehow "erupted" on me when it is a cool evening tonight, and no direct sun, and the Beam Show, per above pictures, is over.

2215h
The hallway sourced clicking is matching the clicking of these keys as I type this. I just finished my first pee of the day, so I am sure there was some relevance in this all encompassing bioenergetic and behavior controlled net I am kept in. Now, some strange tapping has started up. As well, a micro-drop of pee lept from the surface of the water in the toilet and cleared the rim to land on the floor some 12" away. A perfect arc of unconventionally caused means, and the unusual usual around here. When haven't the perps messed with me taking a pee. Other likely remotely applied assay methods while urinating were to force me to yawn while peeing. Another was to snag one of my fingernails while in there, to force me to trim the offending fingernail afterward. The timing of fingernail trimming is highly tactical, but I have not yet figured out what the perps' associated objectives are.

Time to call this one done for the day, and dispense with the typo sabotage and vision impairments that are begining to increase. The perps have me demotivated about picking daffodil bulbs, and likely want some more "settle in" time for those yellow gloves I bought today. There was way too much invested gangstalking this morning for them not to optimize their deployment and replicate what I did with the old pair. Plus, the perps have an obsession with leather, as it seems to be a fabric that confers substantial benefits to the harassment games. Even the faux vagrants get dressed up in leather to improve some kind of energetic interaction with me.

No Shower, Shampoo or Shave Allowed

1300h
And for "some reason" this did not get published on 06-15-2007, the create date, as I had directed last night. And as I got a fair minded and considerate comment to which I cannot reply to as the Comment Posting command in Blogspot "failed" (after crafting one), I will use this opportunity to re-edit with a new and positive perspective, supplied by my one loyal reader.

No morning routine was allowed at my parent's place when I got up after a bogus ten hour sleep. (That is, I normally sleep 8 hours and "somehow" it became 10.) The soap and shaving products appear to give the perps problems for remote assaying of my energetics, as there are no end of masers and plasma beams coursing around me then, through the shower stream, and off my face and then toward the mirror. The perps now intercept the shower water by creating leaks in the supply and/or redirection valve; this has happened in the past and current three locations where I have taken showers. These unabashed magnetic energy concentrations are being created and spatially directed more during these activities than any other time of day for all of the locations that I frequent. I also suspect the titanium oxide filler in the toothpaste also has unique properties in light energy (and other energies, I suspect) scattering. New locations that I stay at are always heavily plasma-ed and masered.

I had stayed over at my parent's place last night in the aid of driving them to a school concert where my daughter was performing. And lo, if another round of games wasn't arranged for today, as their vehicle "needed" to be taken in this morning for a repair, as the engine light (yellow) came on. When the perps organize the three of us, aka the First Feral Family, they put on extra events to protract their color and noisestalking games.

I drove them to the Ford dealership, one that has been the site of past protracted vehicle check-ins, and it wasn't any different this time. The parking was tightened down, and that meant a pointless back and forth excursion along a lane of parked vehicles, with the lane end egress blocked off. An operative had already "walked by" (aka ambulatory gangstalking) while I was looking for the elusive parking stall, and he became the driver of a "just vacated" as stall in the second lane of parked vehicles, driving a mid-grey Ford Escort to vacate the stall. Such luck, especially since the parking at the Customer Service area has been reconfigured more than twice in the some 6 prior trips I have made in this circumstance.

One apparent attraction for the perps for these Ford Customer Service area visitation is that they have it ringed with tire displays; below the service counters, a rack at the entrance and other tires in various aspects on the cardinal directions in x, y and z coordinates. As mentioned in past blogs, the perps have a problem with assaying rubber products, and past vehicle "tire problems" have borne that out. And that includes "faulty" alignment settings on the front wheels which necessitated a new set far in advance of normal tire wear on the rear wheels. In the long past, when I was working for a forest products company I would have a tire "failure" every week, for at least 8 weeks running, far more than anyone else.

And when at the Ford dealership, lo, if the triple demographically compliant Ford service assistant wasn't already outside when we walked to the service area, gangstalking us first outside, and then for more than 20 minutes of "check-in time" while he putzed around, getting the codes wrong, getting into explanations ($80 to screw the gas tank on correctly which could set off a fuel pressure sensor), and then my mother adding a bullshit item onto the list late in the show, "causing" another round of printing etc.

The three demographic categories to which the service technician belonged was brown skin, a bald pate and speaking with a British accent. He had also overdone his cologne, and it was a disgusting smell that was coming off him from time to time. I reckon the perps drove this smell into my nose at the time, and they later gave me a shot of it at my place an hour later, after I showered, shaved and washed my hair. My hair gets greasy overnight now when it never did before. The lie of my hair after a night's sleep is identical every morning; "combed" forward and up at the sides, since 04-15-2002.

All the while at the Ford dealership's customer service area, the on-off Mr. Dark Green Coat and Mrs. Brown Coat loitered behind us, split apart, came together, split apart again, did their backs-to-me poses, then one-in-front-of-the-other poses, then a swap of their respective positions, and the rest of the color coordinated bullshit that defines the new "normal" for being hounded 24/7. This seems to be more common of late; putting absurd she-him gangstalking couples together, and then having behave disparately, and then not. And too, they are usually color coordinated in the "hot gangstalking colors" of the day; dark green, dark red, and mid-brown tones. The perps went silly on yellow yesterday, likely because I was wearing a yellow-green shirt that is bisected by 1/4" squares of some kind of wicking fabric.

All the while, other strange dudes, especially those with white hair and beards also paraded around, and one was on lounging duty the entire time at the far end of the Ford customer service area, some 30' distant. He too, was indulging in the latest perp behavior; the arm extension stunt. They put on all manner of socially conventional ways, or moderately irregular ways, to have their arms extended, with the only oddity being that so many of the operatives are doing this. Another tip-off is the profusion of these Tilley-like hats of late. There is either something I intrinsically loathe about these, or else the fuckers have be managed/controlled to react to them. I am not sure which, and I don't know of any "big hat" traumatizations from the long past the assholes may have put me through.

Last night the Feral Family went to see my daughter perform in her year end recital at her highschool (Grade 11). My ex was there, and she had plenty of uncharacteristically foul garlic breath for me to inhale whenever the perps saw fit. I assume that was another smell jamming stunt, as more followed, per above, today.

It was a good show in the school auditorium, as some 400 people were in attendance, a near full house. There was one staff member who did an operatic piece titled "Monica", a name that has aroused curiousity by way of perp intrusion, though I won't explain it. Another alumnus sang two numbers and a solo by one of the choir members was also very good. As always, there were plenty of plasma flashes and ghostings for the first twenty minutes or so, all while the perps do their color testing and response profiling of me. The woman in front swapped seats at least three times, and made sure to squirm in the seats enough to cause them to move and bang on my knees. I would call this a sensation-to-energetics correlation mapping from my harried perpsective in experiencing this all the time. This woman also introduced a shiny light blue leather handbag with metal studs in it onto the empty seat in front of me for the latter half of the show. Leather is a common referencing fabric the perps like to introduce, likely for its embedded metal salts and their energetic interactions.

And I am getting the usual plasma and maser games as I type this, but while at the school recital last night I did experience a strange vision "problem" that suggested the perps have at least another year of harassing me over in their plans. At about 35 minutes into the concert, my vision went a little dark and pixellated momentarily, and I vaguely felt different after that. I figured this was when they invaded my vision so they could take it over and control it and all the associations of objects that I see, and not just read it, which is what they can, and have, done all my life. After that, there were more "flarings" and related visual events, as if I were seeing a film instead, with its technical shortcomings.

1840h
I cannot get time to catch up and journal all the goings on of yesterday and today, but perhaps now. The perp's gave me another forced nap at 1600h for an hour and a quarter. I did not need this sleep as the assholes had already gave me a 10 hour sleep last night.

Then the perps hit me with a "need" to put on my earmuffs as they started a squeaking noise up, and after a minute or so, they brought on a boom box stereo noise that is creating this deep bass sound that "somehow" penetrates my hearing protection (ear muffs). Now both noises are playing simultaneously, and then some voices from the hallway have been layered on top of that. Normally I don't do blogging when I have the earmuffs on as the assholes then cause the keyboard noise to also penetrate the hearing protection.

I suspect the real reason for any notion of needing my earmuffs is that they are a deep metallic green color, one of the perps favorite gangstalking colors after black, white and silver grey. And the earmuffs are constructed of plastic, a substance that appears to cause the perps significant problems with their remotely applied neural intrusion games as they place no end of this substance in all its variants, e.g. plexiglas, carbonate plastics, polyethylene etc in my proximity. Not my problem, so why am I being fucked over for it?

I saw the doctor in the afternoon today, and it was the usual pathetic event, he claiming that the reason for trying omega 3 fatty acid supplements was for "brain lubrication". If I hear him lapse into this dumfuck metaphor for which I have already castigated him for in a past appointment, I will scream in his face.

The perps pulled a major blatant piece of gangstalking after I exited the doctor's office; they had a patient "just loitering" outside the doctor's office where all staff offices are behind secured doors. So how did a "patient" on the loose get there? Worse yet, this fucker fitted two demographics of this harassment epic; he was brown skinned and had a bald shiny head. There is something I cannot stand of late, and I suspect the perps are creating this reaction, and it is bald headed shills/operatives, and their heads are getting more reflective for some reason. Then this gangstalker arranged himself to almost step into the very location I was about to, then he backed off. He gave me the stare for no reason, as why would he be there? He was in a mid-blue jacket which had further ramifications seconds later as I found out. And, his degree of brown skin was the same as the Ford service technician (as above), though he was in a light blue shirt.

Upon exiting the building, one of my pre-appointment waiting room retard gangstalkers in a blue jacket was now outside the doors in the daylight. This operative had been putting on the stupid act with his "assistant" the entire time and making plenty of noise with the highly varied objects in his many pockets. After my appointment of some 15 minutes duration, I walked past the waiting area to exit, and the responsible "keeper" (of the retard in blue) was still in his seat, but instead of having a black beard and hair, it was now white! No shit, I don't make this stuff up.

I got the usual freakshow when walking to the doctor's office, as well as the vehicular gangstalking which I reckon was the "usual" 500 to 800 vehicles. The perps are going for more dark greys now, and offer more color variety in one pod vehicle formations . I have had at least three redi-mix truck stalkings today, and at least two recently poured concrete sidewalk slabs on my route as well.

And as I type this I am getting consistent and repeated white light flashes from the perps that are coming from outside and are falling across this LCD while I type.

And as I bitch about the incursions above, the perps just published this posting to the blog prematurely, and changed the Blogspot display to reflect that. Normally the perps cause these kinds of "blunders" by forcing my fingers to do something they weren't going to do, and then add their command in the middle of a "keystroke error".

Yesterday while at the Oak Bay Recreation Center I got the bigtime vehicular gangstalking from the Oak Bay Fire Department truck. When I lived in this municipality of Victoria they would put on their dark red trucks at night, to "drive by" me while out jogging. Yesterday, they were back at it; they drove their ladder truck past me four times; when I was on the street, within a block of the recreation center, then when I was inside at the windows on the treadmill, then again when I was in the E. most area that was lit by artificial lighting, and then dinally when I was halfway between the window and the E. most area. Additionally, they switched on some orange lights on the side panel of their truck, likely as a reference for a brighter red color. I have never seen the perps put on such a concerted and analytical display of vehicular gangstalking before, but the color of the fire truck fits the current pattern of them being fixated in this variation of red.

And as it so "happened", when taking my parents to the Ford dealership, the assholes put on another dark red firetruck, this one from the Municipality of Saanich. This time, they had both my parents and me to sample, as we were in the same vehicle. This followed having four same color deep metallic red vehicles in file ahead of me in traffic. Then one of the red vehicles in transit "disappeared" from this string when we were was aligned in a single direction.

And in this city, the perps are blessed (or created) the situation that the Victoria City fire department trucks are a specific yellow, as it is said to be superior for visual detection. I have mentioned in past blogs that the City fire department is "extra busy" on their drives, or less often, their "emergencies", anytime I walk past their #1 station on Yates street on my way to various appointments, as they are nearly all in that direction. And, as it so happens, the five municipalities that make up Victoria are under orders to look at how they can amalgamate their emergency services as a single entity, which might be the begining of total municipal amalgamation. But as the perps enjoy the variance of the differing colors and livery of these vehicles, and likely even drive them when on gangstalking duty, I don't see citywide services amalgamation happening anytime soon.

After my parent's Ford Escape was dropped off, we took a cab downtown and my parents went on to do their banking, and I split to get to my apartment, only a block away. It seemed like the perps had arranged my gangstalking route by power washing the sidewalk some days earlier, and with the persistent light rain that was falling, they put on the flush of weirds and freaks. The "Plastic Bag People" were on me, as was the Coffee Corps. In the former case, there is a profusion of ambulatory gangstalkers packing one or more white plastic shopping bags to the level of absurd looking, and in the case of the latter, the operatives carry their coffee around with the cup held in front of them, which may even look normal, except that there are so many. My take on this is that they need to obtain remote energy readings for white, and plastic, and for brown, colors and contents of some of our body components (or pollutants). I finally did get showered, shampooed and shaved at 1030h this morning. I suspect that today's stunt in having me "oversleep" by 2 extra hours and the drive and gangstalk event at the protracted Ford dealership without any direct exposure to soaps or other substances was likely the Big Event (stunt) for the week.

2300h
I got some vision impairment for the last hour, but not enough to force me to stop looking at sixties movies here.

Time to blog off for the day and call this a posting, such as it is.

And again, re-edited 1750h, 06-16-2007