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.

Hear the Seagulls at 0400h

1100h
I am on another awakening series of early morning "hearing tests", aka neural energetics investigation in realtime, as this was the third day in sucession when I was awakened for no reason but to hear a flock of seagulls mewing. For the record, there is nowhere for a flock to establish themselves in this vicinity, and no such flock has been evident in daytime. Which suggests that the noise is introduced, projected, like so many others. And, I get seagull noise throughout the day, just no flock noises. Another round of inanity, which means in perp terms, more investigation of neural energetics, likely at the brainstem area, in realtime.

And it the seagull noise does have a pattern to it in these nightime awakenings; loud, and becoming softer to the point of inaudible over the course of half an hour. How real seagulls could arrange this in successive nights is beyond me, hence the likelihood that the perp nightshift is hard at it again, something I have come to know from the outset when the assholes invaded my life in overt form. They would keep me driving all night with a phalanx of gangstalking vehicles ahead of me and one behind, sending one vehicle from the latter group to pass me every few minutes. And, they are still at it, over five years later, arranging of vehicle colors and large formations in particular order, some 700 to 1,000 yesterday, like any day that I walk 30 minutes to the OB Rec Center. Of late, they have taken to running a vehicle over where I have just walked, crossing a side street to the main thoroughfare, each time with a red colored vehicle, some five side streets in succession. My reactions to certain colors, whatever they are and whatever neural level it is, is none of anyone's business save mine, no matter how aberrant it maybe and who may of caused it. It is not my problem, so why am I being harassed constantly over this psychic obscurity?

I might as well talk to a wall on this one, as the assholes make sure that every little item, down to subpinhead sized crumbs are colored and placed exactly where they want, no matter how implausible as to "normal conditions". Invariably, masers will emanate from these crumbs, just as they often do from any surficial imperfections, pits or lumps.

1125h
A new perp manipulation was confirmed yesterday, and I will call it "greyfacing". An operative or shill is selected to pass by me, usually ambulatory but sometimes on a bicycle, and the light on their face is modified to be greyish, as if they somehow stepped out of a black and white movie. They did this yesterday for the "featured" woman at yoga, and I also later noted that I was not allowed to know that this color of skin was totally aberrant. Only later was I allowed to recall the event in its true form, that it was a facial modification that wasn't normal. So even my sense of normality is now fucked with, and will likely continue to be a subject of much manipulation.

1850h
A two hour nap and a half hour nap attack earlier, and true to form, I get the treatment of a protracted recovery, and likely some kind of brain fuckery in this state. I was even scripted to have tea, the first time in weeks, when the ginger beer pop I on hand would of been preferable. "Somehow", I "forgot" what I have been doing most afternoons for over two weeks, and it did not occur to me, as in being blanked out and totally controlled for the perp's sick agenda.

When the level of mind-fucking gets to this level it is deflating to say the least. And still this constant harassment goes on. I don't know of any other TI's that get this level of blatant intrusion that I do. On with the coincident noises, including overhead floor pounding of a concrete floor over the typos that the perps invoked as I keyed in one particular word. And the seagull noises have also been set off. This is also the post-meal digestion time, another one of the perp's obsessions, digesting brown colored food (tortillas).

1910h
I have the "spotlight" beaming down on me, this time earlier in the evening. This is a "reflection", read manipulated intense light source, from the tower some 120' away. I have never known mirrors and windows to be so incredibly bright and reflective since this hassle went into overt mode in 2002. Yesterday's and today's game is for me to pull the curtains at this time, stopping the beams (somehow) from coming in, and the source being seen through the curtains as a faux sun, a single round source of illumination. And who knows, it might even behave as one, and is likely installed to simulate the conditions in a possible comparison to the real sun when at that position in the morning, though higher in the sky.

And in the meantime, the seagulls are mewing and "someone" is slamming doors in the hallway which then serves as the cover to rattle my door, even if secured against vibration by the deadbolt. So much for physical reality mattering, the perps just get on with their plasma, noise and vibration games as they see fit.

Here is a link to a story by Steven Greer, MD, who is advocating public disclosure of governmental involvement with extraterrestrials and UFO's. I think this piece is illustrative in that he knows, and it is confirmed, that whatever agency he is dealing with already knows his plans, even if only articulated in his thoughts and not mentioned to anyone else. His story confirms what is plain to me, that one can be unknowingly targetted and have one's thoughts determined to then form the basis of additional measures of obstruction or harassment. He is dead on, and I don't need a better reference for defining the scope of my harassment than this.

All those "suiciding" officials and UFO researchers were likely monitored for their intentions well in advance, and should something damning be intended to be publically revealed, why, they just become so down and self-rationalizing, and then terminate the problem through being mind controlled. It is so frequent, and very often uncharacteristic of the individual, and yet it "happens" often. And the noise flurries have started up as I have been keying in this, as well as more maser and plasma games.

Last night's eye and vision fucking was getting intense, and when I went to the bathroom, both eyes were very red, likely another perp dodge to examine my blood vessels on my eyeball, at that time of night. And they are on a "blood interest" of late; my facecloth from shaving this morning had blood on it, but no apparent source or cuts, even with such a convenient cover story at hand.

2240h
A big read on monatomic metals, and the work of David Hudson in finding "whit gold powder", a form that has unusual physical properties and for healing as well. I haven't found a good website owing to the commercial aspects of this, but it is a fascinating read, and I assume, one that was meant to be, per mind-fuck script and the noisestalking that erupted from time to time. Now it is street hollaring time, another neighborhood eruption increasing in frequency.

Enough for a post, and time to blog off.

The Jackhammer Treatment

1610h
After no post yesterday, I am positively slack in getting on with this at this time, as I returned at 1100h from my parent's place. Regular readers will know that this is the pit of where my nonconsensual testing began, with these assholes. They were on their regular gangstalking behavior while I was visiting, my father's cover story is that he has Alzheimer's, which I don't buy, because all his moves have every bit of consistency with the myriad other gangstalkers. The constant getting up, sitting down, getting up and just standing there don't make any sense. And many of these are immediately tied to my mother's movements, usually entry to the living room, and then on exiting too.

I suspect that the perps make great progress on my First Feral Family Sunday visits, and that the succeeding perp gangstalking nuttiness on the Monday (today), following a stayover is arranged around their "findings" (whatever they are), and they attempt to replicate the same at my current residence location. I get the usual plethora of vehicular gangstalking, and now there are three vehicles ahead of me when driving my parent's vehicle before exiting the subdivision onto a thoroughfare.

And there a plenty of masers and plasma beams flitting around at my parent's place, in front of the CRT type TV as well as elsewhere. And my parents are also coordinating the moment they stand up to the remote control being used, sending an IR beam to the TV. Another trick is for them to "frame" the TV, that is, standing on either side of it so I can see the TV screen, but everything immediately to the left or right of it is blocked by the First Feral Family Fuckers. This view obstructing or "framing" is also carried out on the bus sometimes where they will get an operative to sit or stand in my way for a time.

And my father had another go-round at standing in front of the TV screen blocking my view, or at least until I told him to move, and in the ensuing dialogue, it is quite clear he knows what he is doing. As always, he hams it up, this time pretending to not even know what "downstairs" means. And this constant game of pretending to not understand, and then lapsing into this "what-what?" routine that is totally belligerent. And he doesn't really seek an answer when ignored. Just more vocalizations to attempt to get an emotional reaction, assuming it is not governed and controlled in the first place.

When sitting in the living room watching TV with my parents, they move their feet together at the same time, or cross or uncross their legs in apparent unison. Meanwhile, there are all manner of masers and plasma beams flitting about, often in the TV's magnetic field, and they don't say anything. And of late, the perps have been creating TV sound drop outs, where there is no sound for some 10 to 30 seconds. Other perturbations are pixellating the TV display; having 1 to 2" pixel aggregations, often in the shape of a horizontal line, and often across someone's face as displayed.

Enough of that dismal event; something that I engage in but doesn't make any sense except blatant sick minded mind control. Why would I visit the very fuckers who cast me into a monitored, surveilled and harassed life from birth? Never minding the developmental learning difficulties that arose from being radiated in the process. When my shrink of 1998 wanted my school records I then saw very low marks for a test that was run in 1960 and 1962, and no one told me that there was this problem. And I suspect the perps also made it worse sometime in the late 1960's to make my grades worse and less capable. This topic enrages me everytime it "comes up", likely by planted thoughts from the very assholes who created the problem.

And is there anything else that is uplifting, more than so far, lapsing into the same tirades as I do. The vision impairments have also been increased today as well, another topic of grief. Then there is having a topic in mind, and suddenly it gets purged by the perps. This is "happening" more often of late, these very short term memory purges. I suspect that the perps have been making advances on short term recall of late, as they are still up to their games of pissing with it.

1920h
I am currrently getting blasted with an extra-conventional light source coming at me by reflecting off the windows of the residential tower some 100' away. As I live in a E. facing apartment there is no direct sunshine at this time, being dusk. But "somehow', an incredibly bright beam is passing into this room and casting direct light onto me, this keyboard and making shadows on the wall, some 15' from the balcony window. Never before have I seen something so odd, and yet the perps continue with these dusk-time illuminations with no apparent cover story. I doubt if a targeted mirror would be as bright, never mind a window. And as there are ongoing coincident noisescape additions, e.g. overhead rumbling noise, faux neighbour water use (louder than my own), neighbour tapping noise, hallway sourced voices etc., I can only assume that this is a "combination harassment moment". The perps even added some jackhammer noise, which ceased sometime around 1400h, and yet "came back" for about a 10 second duration.

There are some deep grey clouds visible outside that the opposite tower blocks in part, and they continues as a backdrop. Perhaps this is also a grey test, aka anomalous cloud formation, of which there have been many in the past five years of harassment. I am also getting some concurrent vision impairment harassment.

Now some overhead clunking has occured, and somehow, that is also the same source for overhead vacuuming, another long used method the perps utilize to stimulate more vortex energies to then examine possible interactions with my own mind sourced energies as they quantify them with realtime neural monitoring.

2010h
The extremely dark grey sky is contrasted to the white tower opposite and the contrast has become more intense. One rarely sees skies like this in Victoria, but there is no accounting for what weather "arragnements" have been made. I recall someone bullshitting me about specific cloud formations over 30 years ago, and I could not understand why they were first so certain of their explanation, and then wouldn't back it up when I objected to that interpretation. Funny how much of my history of with individuals with strange explanations and/or expressions validates the current scene of a totally managed environment that I am being kept in, right down to litter on the street, and sub-pinhead sized crumb placement.

2035h
The tower has gone yellow, the dark grey clouds are now dithered with blue sky, and the overhead tapping noise has started up, especially when I look over at the perp's latest color/weather games.

2045h
More faked coughing from the hallway while my vison is fucked with. The opposite tower is now cast in a red-pinkish glow, and it is still miraculously casting a beam into my room.

2210h
A wrap-up, and enough of the blow by blow dusktime color games, even if there is no cover story. I can only assume the perps have done this in the long past, and today's colorific events are a more intensified color testing.

I noted at the waiting room of my mother's chiropractor today, that the perps are into creating shaded and veiled images of people, and making sure I am exposed to them. Which is why they now like me viewing videos of late. One of their familar motifs for me to see over the past month is a woman's right back shoulder, exposed, with some kind of black colored top that expressly allows greater shoulder exposure. Today, they put on this woman ambulatory gangstalker outside, carrying a brown cardboard box, and I was viewing her through a gauze-like blind in the waiting room that was pulled down, giving the scene, and her, a light brownish cast. She made two passes by, and then took off in the light metallic blue vehicle that she arrived in. About five minutes later, another same colored vehicle arrives, and out steps the white bearded male, also putting himself on show for me to see, possibly as a comparative unfavored object/being.

All very exciting for the sickos, and more of the grind that seems to have no end. I am getting the impression that they are making some progress with metallic blue colors, both light and dark, though what this means for a marker for their progress is unknown. My parents had a light metallic blue Peugot for over 10 years, so I can assume that the metallic blue color games have borrowed heavily from their contribution to this outrageous depravity.

The vision impairments are continuing, time to blog off.

Back Online, Post-Move Debrief; added 05-03-2007 update

1155h
I am connected again, both phone and internet run off the same coaxial "cablevision" cable. The Asian skinheaded installer with the grotesque tatoos on his arms took over an hour; the difficulty was having the intercom system connected (twisted pair line) to the cablevison line. But because the typical phone outlet was on was on the N. side of the hallway, and the "cablevision" on the S. side, he had to run a physical line to connect them that crossed the bathroom door, the entrance door and the closets. This is similar to the in-pavement street wirings the perps undertake, except that they now have me similarly covered right in my own apartment. Of course I wasn't allowed to contemplate what he had planned, per designed cluelessness, a condition that is becoming more prevalent of late.

He made sure to do his head bobbing, the round hairless one that it was. And I suspect, the perps made me look at it more than I wanted to, as I am quite sure that they control nearly every aspect of my attention. This is based on the fact that "I" look at the strangest things or places when I am engaged in another activity. This is another example of changed behavior since the assholes invaded my life, Before Over Harassment, or BOH as I call it.

He also did his slow clothing change, a move that repeats in many instances these days. This usually occurs where I have extended contact with someone, say for more than ten minutes. They almost always take off, or put on, and item of clothing in my presence. In the former instance, they usually remove a grey or neutral colored clothing item, often to reveal a T-shirt which exposes their arms, which may be decorated with tatoos, something I am loathe to see, especially in quantity. In his case he had a dark brown colored T-shirt, and I assume that there was some kind of energetics interaction the perps were looking for in combination with his light brown skin tone.

As part of the clothing games today, the perps put on an operative in front of me at the checkout line with his black leather jacket half-on. He spent the entire time with his jacket covering one arm and over half his back with the other half draped and exposing his deep burgundy colored shirt. This also tells me the perps don't have much of a clue as to the color energetics interactions if they are going to be this blatant about their methods. In earlier days they would of put on an operative changing into or out of his jacket, having "just decided" in the checkout. But for them to have this fucker there half dressed is way too stupid, even for this hikey-bikey town.

I have also remarked in the past at the profusion of leather garments in this town, in much greater number than ever before. Mostly the "leatherjackets", as per the insect's common name, are in black, though the perps will sometimes arrange another color in concert with nearby other colors, including those of adjacent parked vehicles. My theory is that leather garments are highly energetically reflective from the various tanning metal salts, hence their widespread use in the operative's wardrobe.

The moving of my belongings from my brother's place was partially complicated in that he was also moving his sort-of-girlfriend, a native Indian woman, to another location in the city, as her job location has moved. (She has her own place). This created an intermingling of the moving parties who were conducting moving out of the same house and driveway locations. At one point, the perps had arranged three of them standing outside on sentry duty "waiting" for me to exit the house. No one explained how she got so many of her items at my brother's place when she did not need to store any items there as she had a two day head start in moving. nor did my brother explain his obsession over relocating brown colored items about; a canvas tarpaulin, a foam cushion, and various slips of cardboard. The items that I tucked away "somehow" were retrieved for me to see again, sometimes in differing lighting conditions (inside his basement, in his shaded carport, and then outside in direct sunlight).

And it was no surprise in hindsight that some of her items were placed on mine, the ironing board, long an item of considerable interest to the perps, (as part of the laundry process, which always merits intensified harassment), being one such example. Think brown, and brown colored skin tones, as this being a subset of the perps' longstanding fixation on this color and all its energetic ramifications.

Moving was brutal; the actual physical relocation of my belongings from two locations went OK, but the perps put me through all manner of adversity in putting items away, wiring up the computer, putting the Ikea furniture together, and anything else that I had to assemble, sort, order, box etc. For nearly all of the eight hours of unpacking and assembly they had me cursing their planted fuckery. As an example, I would tap in the pins to support the shelves, put the mallet down, and when I turned around again to resume the next task, the fuckers pulled out the pin out again. This kind of juvenile bullshit was sustained for all my unpacking and move-in activity.

As usual, the perps laid on sustained street noise, which has been amplified (aka augmented) to be constantly louder than it would be otherwise. I am six stories up, and the noise is louder than my last in-town apartment one block away that was four stories up with no appreciable traffic count difference. The noise volume is barely attenuated from that of street level. Past travelling experience in Europe tells me that above three stories there was rapid attenuation of vehicular traffic noise, and at six floors the noise was at a faint level. (This includes the quaint European habit of leaning on the vehicle's horn). But owing to some clever sound/noise modification methods of the perps' seem to regularly apply, I get a second floor level noise volume on the sixth floor. (And of this update, 05-03-2007, it is continuing as the imposed "normal").

And worse yet, more than the above noise augmentation, I also get planted noise where there is no cover story of passing vehicles that might be the putative source. This includes the characteristic noises of vehicles (e.g. Harley Davidson type motorcycles, Vespas, buses etc.) that are occuring when there are no such vehicles present, determined by looking outside. Back to the bad old days again. The last location did not afford me any view to look to confirm the particular vehicle's presence.

This is the first apartment where I have moved in and there is no fridge; the fuckers have arranged a temporary "shortage" said to be an appliance manufacturer supply problem and one is due to arrive today. In the past I have noted that the perps seem to have no end of "problems" with refrigerated food (e.g. coincident noisestalking), so this stunt does not surprise me in the least. This forced the toss out of a partially used cooked chicken, and the perps also have a long track record for causing the premature disposable items out, food or material objects.

And now I am waiting for the building manager to arrive as there are leaks at the kitchen and bathroom faucets, a medicine cabinet that is loose and a few other "glitches" that fit the harassment profile. The perps don't seem to be able to get a handle on all the energetic properties of water, especially that used for cleaning dishes and for personal hygeine. Hence these water games. My last three residence locations all had "scheduled" water outages that posed various inconveniences. At the last location they even punctured a flexible shower waterline to have a sample of the same water source spurting out in advance of it travelling four feet to the showerhead. This is just more of the absurd and daunting list of objectives the perps still seem to have "problems" with and for which I get fucked over until they have figured them all out. Their objective of total mind-control is almost complete as personally experienced, and that is only a subset. Their problems of remotely applied energetics assay, especially as it relates to colors and clothing, are made to be mine, even if I have never consented.

The maser and plasma action in this new apartment has continued unabated; I get plenty of the wispy trails and the zingers bouncing around in my vision, and I get the color plasma flashes to transiently augment what is in my current vision.

1350h
Over two fucking hours ago the building manager said he would come by to deal with the (planted) glitches that are "happening". And he has not yet showed. This was the same thing as the pre-move inspection; he left me in this apartment for over half an hour by myself when he said he would be a minute. And if the recent past is a guide, we will meet up in the elevator or lobby and I will be obliged to return with him for an in-suite joint gangstalking. It if fucking senseless to be dealing with this crap all the time. Why cannot a kitchen faucet work first time, all the time?

1725h
Stil no manager, and still no fridge. The assholes have hung me out to dry for another day in partial chaos. As only the manager has the keys for the downstairs lockers, there is no way of getting my unneeded boxes (think brown color) and other items out of here. And no cooking with the fridge out of commission for keeping leftovers. A total pain to have my move held up like this.

The perps also pulled another Fuckover in taking a crap; they blocked the toilet and made it overflow (never happened before as the bowl will only take a tank full) onto the bathroom floor. As they had just finished plastering my ass to take a shit, and they also soiled my underwear, I was in the midst of taking my shoes off when the fuckers were flooding the floor. To avoid getting wet, I hopped over the water and ended up taking one shoe off outside the bathroom, the other was already off when I was inside, Givent the perp's fetish over footwear and shoes, the fuckers had this one planned all the way. The shit games had dropped off in recent weeks, but as this is a new residence, the fuckers decided to go all out. They also fucked my recall as to the location of the latex gloves I wanted to use, and the same for the two white towels that could of been used to clean up the bathroom flood they created.

I cleaned the floor up and then showered and changed. This way, the fuckers had the shit plastered onto my ass for longer, as these tasks took priority. And as my plunger was "somehow" missed in the move yesterday, I somehow think my brother was in on this fuckover stunt. At his place in the room where my belongings were stored, he grabbed the broom and mop, (latter itemm used to clean up the mess), but "somehow" he missed the plunger which I need on a regular basis. The overflow would of been less likely to happen if it were on hand. And also feeding into the FUD Fuckover (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt), one of the perp's objectives, is that I now must be on guard for the next crap I take to ensure this doesn't happen again. More tiresome sick minded games from the juvies at Fuckover Operations.

2150h
I took 2.5 hours to get my laundry done, and I got the usual freak show of color coordinated characters passing through, going on sentry duty or otherwise gangstalking. I had a full laundry load when I moved in yesterday, and today's fuckover in taking a shit only added more urgency in getting it done. Plus, I suspect it was a crossover of me taking my laundry to the laundromat from the new residence location when I am likely to later use the laundry facilities in the building.

Besides, it was the only sensible contribution I could make to getting things done. The manager never showed up, and I am still another day without a fucking fridge. I almost feel like going somewhere and getting one immediately delivered. I reckon the assholes would have me blocked on that one.

As I approached the laundromat the perps had placed the brother-like gangstalker at my old (putative) rooming house residence at the laudromat, rolling a cigarette from a red colored tobacco pouch. I couldn't believe it; this fucker has been put on me constantly in that shithole (putative rooming house) and here he is there at the laundromat some 10 (walking) minutes away. This is the same asshole who waits for me in the hallway to exit the bathroom in the supposed rooming house and now "happens" to be the first gangstalker at the laundromat after this residence relocation.

I am getting severe typo sabotage as I am typing this, time to cease journalling for the moment.

And more self-flooding on the kitchen counter, this time the water ran underneath the plate with the chicken meat on it. Note that there was no leakage from the faucet as it was not on while I was away doing laundry. Yesterday, it was the storied frypan's turn in the same kitchen counter location that was spontaneously flooded, a half cup of water or so. Needless to say I am extremely pissed at being jerked around and the rest of the excuses that go with it.

2230h
I am getting severe vision impairment as I am typing this; time to call tis a blog posting for the day.

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05-03-2007
I decided to repair and enhance the above posting and add today's events below.

1815h
And still no fridge; the manager says "tomorrow for sure" on the phone when I asked him for locker storage access. And he never arrived and my belongings are still backed up in my apartment. My jaded perspective tells me that the perps want the regular fridge items to be clustered together on the counter. These would be the "restricted diet" items of peanut butter, jam, GF bread and once each day, I get some fresh cooked chicken. As best as I can tell, they are also having me use differing packaging; the plate with Cling Wrap, the wrapping from the grocery store, and with only one garbage can, they also seem to be evaluating the combination of the contents in close proximity, inside the the white plastic bag.

And they have put on a significant number of "plastic bag people"; these are the operatives/gangstalkers with grocery store plastic bags in hand, which is a relatively normal event, except that there are so many of them. At yoga today, the perps put on operatives as long haired male vagrant types circulating outside with two black plastic garbage bags each, doing their "stand around" duty, and not having any cover story relating why they were doing this.

And as the yoga classroom is a half story below grade, and adjacent to the public entrance to a commercial kitchen, there is a reason for people to be exiting with their frozen food purchases in small (white usually) plastic bags, but not bringing large plastic garbage bags to the kitchen.

While at yoga there were many more "reflectance" games where bright reflectance was arranged (IMHO) to come from parked or passing vehicles to shine onto my face, or lesserly, on the walls and ceilings of the yoga classroom (where I was looking, and sometimes twisted in a pose). And it so happened that at one point there was a white vehicle parked outside and the sun happened to be beaming into my face, "reflecting". And the coincidences went on from there; there were various gangstalkers interupting the beam, passing through it to create stroboscopic like effects, and at times, some even stood in front of the beam of reflected sunlight and moved slowly. This was the habit of the above mentioned vagrants and their plastic bag act as it turned out; get the scumiest gangstalker demographic and have them stand in front of the same light beam that was also reaching me, 8' deep from the windows, at 4' below grade, some 20' away.

Upon some analysis I realized that there was no way in this N. aspect location with the sun was not yet at its zenith to be reflecting southward and managing to "find" 2' of vertical window to shine through and on me. And the car window was not angled to facilitate this circumstance IMHO. I have long complained in the past, and in these blog postings, about being stroboscoped by faux reflectance and other putative causes on the streets and inside buildings, today's continued "beaming" does not surprise me.

And the coincidence of the back twists, extensions and other spinal extensive yoga poses with the light and reflectance games also struck me as odd today. This suggests that the perps are upping the game stakes and arranging more light and athletic duress (in a good way) arrangements.

And at six stories up, I also found that I was getting "reflectance" on the ceiling of this apartment, an E. facing location, seemingly from passing vehicles. It just doesn't add up, and especially the shape and pattern of these anomalous light games.

I also noted above that the out-of-town brother like gangstalker "showed up" at the laundromat yesterday evening. And true to past experience, more of my putative neighbors of my last residence location also "showed up" when I was outside today. The building manager and next door neighbor "happened" to be walking oppositely when I was on my way to yoga, and then afterward, the male long blonde hair act "happened" to be arriving at the grocery store as I was in the checkout.

The perps also put on a rare "just standing there" sentry in mid-street with no cover story. This fucker was in a stance of legs apart with arms crossed over his chest and facing me from a block away in the middle of the sidewalk, standing outside of a wire fenced playground, seemingly disinterested in anything but looking cool. Not that he was dressed for it in his baggy black and white shorts and his bandy legs with strange shadow patterns on them, with a dark top on. As I approached within a half block he changed his stance some, to relieve the more aggresive tone to it, and rotated toward facing the street. He was wearing shades so I couldn't see his eyes to determine if he was "all there", though he did look back at me as I was staring at him to determine his mental makeup. A bus stop was only 30' away, and he could of easily put on this act under the cover story of waiting for a bus, but no, this was an out-and-out nut show for me to see. Only now have the perps let me in on the strangeness of his legs from my first sighting, as they should not of been in shadow as they were.

The gangstalkers were all over me after today's yoga, as I made a rare stop at the hardware and lumber store to get some items for the apartment. They fucked me over at the checkout with four debit card "failures" (swiping, password) which allowed the next person plenty of time to have his 2'x2' brown box on edge, facing me as I went through this pre-arranged humiliation. Another case of "brownstalking", this time at the checkout, one of the most fiercest gangstalked and stuntstalked regular activities that I do. There is something the perps want to know at the moment of payment; this is routinely "coughstalked" and today, they even had the aforementioned next person's "partner", (always a suspect arrangement in my orchestrated existence), encircle me at the checkout. It is fucking nuts to be under this much scrutiny, and I will make it a habit to not go there again if I have any say in it, and am allowed to recall today's checkout humiliations. (Not usually the case).

Even getting in the door to this hardware and lumber store was arranged; they had two ambulatory gangstalkers with lengths of wood arranged on their shoulders in conversation, and the exit was between them. As I passed through this gauntlet, they each stopped talking and began moving in opposite directions, as if there was a mutually understood choreography. (Which there is, I maintain).

When I was departing, and still in the shade of this drive-through area, another, a vaguely familiar gangstalker was headed directly for me, only 20' away, and not seeming to be entering the store which is where I had just come from. It was more important that he got close it seemed. If it was who I think it was, based on similar look to his eyes, then this would be the same person that constantly crowded me at swimming, when I swam with the swim club. (This was where at least six perpetual "workless" males were in circulation, and as far as I can tell, was also a significant recruiting ground for more of the assholes).

And further on my way back from the hardware store, there was a redi-mix truck pouring concrete for a small sidewalk job, which for most people is nothing out of the ordinary. As explained in many blog posting, and especially here, proximity to concrete in its many forms of being just poured, new, and all the way to very old pourings, is yet another of the perp fixations that are imposed upon me. There are way too many redi-mix trucks passing me by, and especially toward locations where there isn't much building activity. There has also been a significant amount of public works "traffic calming" installations where concrete islands are created in mid-street. There is another significant street island project planned for this city on one of the main arteries where the transit buses are to also be re-routed down the center of the street.

I also note that the perps have ground down two concrete sidewalk locations between this new residence location and the grocery store. This is where concrete paving slabs heave and create potential tripping dangers of surficial humps and edges, which are removed by some kind of grind down of the concrete to expose an ablated and contiguous face. This has also recently been done on my other beats from my past residence location.

I just wonder if this news item about the Oakland Bay Bridge entrance ramp isn't related to the perp's continuing research into the energetics interaction of concrete with vehicles, persons (starting with me, per above), clothing and the rest of the games that go on with colors. Taking out an access ramp with a quarter million per day vehicle count is no big deal for these assholes, as this could aid in them developing their concrete energetics interaction model they must be furiously working on. This might explain why they assiduously gangstalk me entering and exiting buildings, as usually there are changes in differing concrete types, ages, batches etc.

And the street marches and protests would be another example where there is a substantial alteration of street (asphalt or concrete) energetics interaction; no intervening vehicles, but large masses of person to street interaction. Just musing...

I am getting more vision impairment fuckery now; whitish plumes and flares are appearing, often in concert with specific words that are perps' frequently noisestalk, or when I make changes to past blog postings. So I am taking this excuse to call this a posting to cover two days, as there has been substantial modifications to yesterday's blog.