[Prematurely posted on 02-07-2017- my apologies]
02-07-2017
A good 6" of snow overnight Monday (yesterday) got my attention for driving in it on the way to the vineyard job. Surprisingly, it wasn't on the vines, even if it was soft and fluffy. I suppose this is keeping with the perp games over water in all its forms; frozen, liquid and vapor (at times, e.g. keeping me unaware the kettle is boiling). And of course, driving on snow is a big deal for the perps as they love games with rubber. And too, at the vineyard, having me walk in the tire tracks of the foreman's pick up truck, the easiest ground to walk on in these snowy conditions.
After lunch, things suddenly started going wrong; a phone call where it got cut off before I could answer it, I cut the wrong vine or cane, I cut a trellis wire with the electric pruners, a phone call from the ex's son whom I haven't heard from in 10 years. Mondays are extra shit days as things seem to be arranged to be going wrong. Funny, they didn't hack me on the vineyard job all last week (3 days), and not for Monday morning, and then after lunch, it all went for a shit.
Today, a mid-day interruption in the form of a dental appointment. I hate dental appointments in the afternoon, but for some reason the dental office phoned me up to change the time the day before. Like WTF; I never had this problem keep happening so often as now. The dentist had her face mask on so I got to look at her eyes only while she was talking to me, another stunt the perps like, partial face coverings. Later when she took off her mask, she wasn't anywhere as pretty as her eyes. The dental assistant had a coughing jag, that took her out of the room for some 6 minutes, all in keeping with the very common perp tactic of removing stalkers once they come close; this happens all the time in at yoga when waiting for the class to start. A strange Asian woman was at the counter with the dental office assistant, as if she was being trained. I cannot count the number of times someone is placed side-by-side with the regular staff as if in training, and yet I never see them again. I suppose they wanted some "Asian female energy", and all the more to do the work of writing down my appointment times on a card, and later, giving me the receipt. And of course, being present when the financial transaction was conducted.
As part of the deal, I got a wax casting for a crown to be later made up. Interesting the wax is red and then turns white over a few minutes until it is set. Talk about a made-for-perp event, changing colors in one's mouth. I cannot count the number of times the Fuckwits (paid-for stalkers) parade around with things in their mouths, looking totally stupid, e.g. stir sticks, suckers.
The I returned for work for two hours, and then the aircraft over flights poured on. Then they had me cut a trellis wire again, then immediately dumped me on my ass in the snow, and when getting up, I see they screwed me out of pruning an obvious vine. So what was the point of that, putting these three obvious stunts in sequence. No question they got me riled up at first by having me not see the trellis wire and cutting by "mistake".
Yoga, last night, down to 10 participants, and the babe count was way down. The very attractive babe in the separate top at the W side was gone after being a regular for four weeks, as was her equally attractive neighbor. The dude count was two around me, this time one to the W, another to the S, triangulated this time. Last week it was this absurd and extra-obvious arrangement of having the dudes arrive on either side of me. One of them returned from last week, this time wearing some offensive cologne that I could smell from 8' away. The perps have a way of placing and enhancing smells into one's nose, or maybe directly stimulating the brain.
And today, I have the lower abdomen aches and stiffness in greater degree, presumably "from" yoga, even if I never had this problem in taking yoga for the past four years each week. Said sensations have been of concern for me as I have thought this might be due to metastatic prostate cancer, but of course I got blown off about this from my doctor visit on this past Saturday. These aches and stiffness have been ameliorated by re-starting paw-paw, which adds to my metastatic prostate cancer theory. And of course this is great mind-fuck fuel for the perps as they play up my notions of mortality, e.g. making a will, how I will attend to the details etc. All to heighten the FUD (Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt) that is such an essential component of perp games, and all the better (for them) it is all about pondering one's own mortality. I say it is big game, as they don't seem anywhere near done their non-consenual human research, the ongoing disruption about what foods and supplements I take in what order and their respective order and timing.
02-08-2017
More snow, about 2" in the afternoon and continuing into the evening as I write this. About 200m visibility, but that didn't stop the aircraft overflights, not that I could see them. One helicopter was buzzing around for 20 minutes, not your average airport arrival.
Still on the MMS1 therapy, and it seems to be holding up OK. The MMS2 therapy could not be found anywhere online on the weekend, "out of stock", and the perps keep dithering me after work so I don't get to a pool supply outfit. The one place I did look had the "pool shock" product (calcium hypochlorite) adulterated with other products, e.g. "4 in one", so it seems the greater Thems are closing in on allowing this product to be available in pure form. It makes me wonder if this whole health care realm/industry isn't one big jerkaround for mass experimentation along with added patient vexation and possibly demise.
And while pruning vines all day the perps pollute me with whatever mind-fuck games that are on script. For the past week, as mentioned in this blog, they have inundated with me notions of my demise along with supporting lower abdominal sensations, aches and stiffness, which suggest metastasized prostate cancer. (All of which can be remotely spoofed). They even had me planning to purchase a walking cane, as it seemed walking was even becoming labored. But today, they planted notions that the cancer was now getting better and it will be all over soon. Awfully nice of them, coming from the world's worst prevaricators, for whom malevolence is just another passing notion. Anyhow, the MMS therapies will continue for a few weeks and I will report on this every few days.
Scaring me to death, notionally, isn't a new mind torture for them in my experience. Back in the helter-skelter high abuse days of 2002 there were at least two such events in Seattle, and they pulled another in 2003 when back in Victoria. So here we (might) have it again; my own notions of my demise are greatly exaggerated after going through senseless amounts of grief in believing it to be so. I am not out of the woods yet by any means.
And what is with the sudden inundation of black hairs? At least three on my keyboard, some on the kitchen counter, and five in the bathroom. All discovered within 10 minutes or so, as I cycled from one area of my residence to the next. "Normally", they have me discover this many planted hair situations over the whole evening, some 4 hours or so.
02-09-2017
Another day of pruning in the vineyard, 12" of snow on the ground now. Not much fresh snow during the day, but at least 4" in the night, all to be plowed this morning. It was at least -8C, and the the wind started up to reach 20kph. Not the best outdoor working conditions, but I was warm
The lower abdominal sensations, possibly metastatic prostate cancer were abated some, but came on more in the afternoon, and into this evening. As usual, I got skunked twice on getting MMS2, so we shall see where this goes.
I was driving home on a two lane in-town secondary arterial with no commercial shopping within blocks, and there was this cluster of some 8 women on the sidewalk, like they were all a little stunned, standing around as they were, for no determinable reason. Some had barely adequate clothing for the cold and snow conditions. As I am driving by looking at this strange collection and attempting to discern if there was a legitimate reason, and then this negro male becomes obvious as the women separated and my angle of view changed. So what was the point of this total clusterfuck idiocy? I have commented on the babe-then-male gangstalking arrangements before, and now for the first time, we have a women-then-negro arrangement. (That is, Caucasian women, none were lookers of any degree). Fucking absurd, and all for 2 seconds of view time as I was driving past.
02-10-2017
Friday, and pruning work in the vineyard. It was below freezing this morning, and by afternoon it was +7C. Like a chinook, except this is the wrong place for it, these sudden warming trends all in a single day. Needless to say, the snow melt started up and is now slush where it is aggregated.
One the metastatic cancer front, if it is that, I got some shooting pains on my L side, and my lower abdominal region felt stiff, when it certainly should not of. Yoga is becoming a problem in that the lower abdominal aches and stiffness set up in the following days, now four later. Normally if I finished yoga, I never noticed any sensations as I am reasonably flexible. Needless to say, all this FUD as to what I have, and what damage it is doing and where it is taking me is running my life, as in questioning my own mortality. But the perps have pulled these games in the past where I figured I was done for, all to have a last minute reprieve.
I get some reprieve from these aches and the odd pain from MMS1, and have upped the dosage all this week. I started the MMS2 tonight so we shall see where it all goes.
02-11-2017
Saturday, and a day off per Mon-Fri workday schedule at the vineyard. I started the MMS2 program in earnest today, and it does feel horrid for 20 min. after ingestion, though much less than chemotherapy I am sure. Now 1430h, and I am feeling less lower abdominal aches and pains, and even a little more energetic.
The gangstalking insanity was all over me after I departed the laundromat with my just-clean towels and did some shopping. I ended up at the tanning salon after an hour, and even that was a gangstalk, with these Fuckwits clustered outside, then three more waiting inside, and when I got out, another three loitering clustered Fuckwits outside.
Now later; the MMS2 felt horrid enough that I puked it up. So much for getting better. Perhaps the MMS1 will keep me in there.
Going back over the last two years, there was at least three times with different parties that I mentioned MMS1 and it super-oxidative properties, such that it would cure malaria and some other difficult-to-treat viral diseases. Each time, the other party just said nothing. I find it astounding that such a significant paradigm changing therapy got absolutely no discussion or interest. Which concurs with my ongoing perceptions that my conversations are arranged, and in keeping with this sudden "clam up" response I get, no matter the import of the topic. I have called it "sudden conversation termination", a unique and strange interaction with others that suddenly erupted when all this shit came down in 04-2002. And in this case, it suggests this episode of MMS1 was planned some two years ago at least. Bait me to talk about the product, have the other party do a "go-blank", and then eventually (years) have me use the product. All part of being in this rabbit hole, though I could do without metastasized cancer, (if that is what I have in fact), and the rest of the symptoms that at least emulate it. I see an irradiation cancer specialist Feb. 22, so we shall see what comes down on that account. In the least I should be able to get an officially metastasized cancer determination. And maybe a pain killer medication prescription just in case.
02-12-2017
Turns out that my MMS2 dose was twice what it should of been, once I re-read some different instructions. Even at that, I had a problem with the first dose first thing in the morning before having food. But I do feel better, creaky/achy hip joint wise. And no pain in my lower lumbar region. I quit the paw-paw again two days ago, so there might be some transition issues there too. The paw-paw was giving me pressure on my kidneys, and now two days later it seems to have resolved. We shall see; it seems the challenge is to keep the MMS1 and MMS2 schedule without losing any food.
Yellow in, yellow out. It is just about everytime on the hour that I take 10-12 drops of yellow colored MMS1 (in water) that I am forced to piss, either immediately beforehand or afterward. The pissing urgency problem has been going on and off, depending on medication efficacy, for two years. And though at a tolerable level thanks to Tamsulosin, but no thanks to the urologist who didn't tell me about it, the pissing problem is exquisitely timed for the intake of yellow dyed water the MMS1 mixture. And all the better I presume for perp color matching games when this takes place on the snow when doing vineyard pruning work. And leaving those yellow tracks behind. No wonder they timed the start of this seeming metastatic cancer problem almost exactly to the day I started the vineyard job, Feb. 01, 2017. It seemed after the first three days that I would not be able to continue at all, not due to the job itself, but being able to operate pain/ache free.
In fact, after three weeks and forgetting about my job application to a large vineyard and winery operation, they phoned me Feb. 02, asking if I was still interested. This would of been full time, and would of been on the viticulture staff, and would of involved Geographic Information Systems work. They asked for a phone interview Feb. 06, Monday, and I said yes. Well, as it "happened", I felt like shit due to these seeming metastatic cancer problems, that I had to tell them on the Monday that there were health conditions that were of prime consideration, and would not be a candidate. On paper, this was a dream job; full time, some of it outside in the vineyard, and utilizing GIS technology as I had been trained on, taking a year long course in it. The job would of taken me out of the manual vineyard labor scene into which I have been cast into since 2012, following four years of manual crop farm work. And thanks to the timing of these health problems, I had to turn down an interview for a job that offered huge prospects of getting out of the manual labor rut. Thanks a bunch assholes.
Ahh, the bait and switch phone calling; My TI sometimes Sunday caller phoned, but I never heard the phone ring because someone turned the ringer off. She left a message and then said she would call in 10 minutes, but that of course often means 20 minutes. And lo, if my perp-abetting mother doesn't phone just when I was expecting my TI caller. I cannot count the number of times where I get set up to expect a return caller, or text message nowadays, and lo, it is not, but someone else. The "dashed expectations" stunt. Been there, had it done to me so many more time since all this shit rained down on me in 04-2002, and it hasn't let up.
One more day off for me; a government mandated day off in February, called BC Family Day for crissakes. [Just now, an almost total delete of this posting due to an imposed finger blunder; been thee and had it done to me also].
I best get this posted before anything more peculiar "happens".
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Tuesday, February 07, 2017
Sunday, November 02, 2014
Mold Games
10-27-2014
Monday, and the large male oaf came back to yoga. Last week he came in late and arrived at the mat-space beside me for some curious reason. This week someone scooped my regular spot, and so the oaf was on my L side behind me. Not out of earshot though, as I could still hear his wheezing and gasping. Apparently the logic of taking an introductory course first, before this Power Yoga class hasn't dawned on him, or is it that someone else is jerking his chain, like it seems always for every scenario.This time they installed a late coming babe beside me, on my R side. Much better landscape all told.
An evening time discovery of mold on suitcase and briefcase; leather with cordura fabric. Worse yet, it seemed to originate from an internal wall, and not the outside wall. They molded boots, stretch pants, a pair of gloves, suitcase, backpack, briefcase and a few other items.
10-28-2014
Lots of work with red wine, and predictably, lots of deep red (metallic though), vehicles around on my way back at day's end.
Heavy helicopter coverage tonight, at least six since sundown, normally they don't fly in the dark. But they could be practicing instrument (night time) flying of course.
10-29-2014
They got me up 30 minutes late this Wednesday; hence no front torso shaving. Have I mentioned how often this "happens" on Wednesday, the day the cleaning lady comes to the house? Why, it was last week. Seemingly, the teflon coated rub strip presents some kind of remotely sensed analytical problems even after 12.5 years of this abused tenure.
The assholes had me put my leftover dinner food on top of the fridge instead of in it, something I have routiney done everytime for the 12 years of this insane abuse. I discover the food on the fridge in the morning when getting my lunch together and I was screamingly furious. I tossed it into the garbage, which is likely what the stunt was all about in the first place.
The vineyard/winery owners left for Vancouver for a few days, in this ongoing scene of one or both of them in their tag team travels. And lo, if lots of harassment to cause me to vocalize my dismay.
I discovered that one of my fermenting wines was at wrong pH for the last two weeks because I didn't get an email of the test results, and no one told me. Needless to say, I was furious, but not outwardly so.
I tried to move a drum of just-fermented wine, with a plain (unmotorized) drum lifting tool, and lo, if it didn't spin out of my control due to a sudden gravity wave that caused me to fall over and the drum went over too, and even with the lid on, it sprang a leak and lo, dumped red wine all over the place. At first they dithered me into not knowing what to do, then allowed me to spin the drum so the split in the lid was at the top, which staunched the flow for the most part. And then I had the strength to pick it up in one big jerk back to vertical. The spill lost 25L of wine, though it looked a whole lot more.
I was cleaning it up for 5 min or so, and lo, if the neighbor's boy of about 26 y..o. or so and wearing a red T-shirt, didn't happen to come over and ask about the owners who were gone as of an hour earlier. Then some cockamamie dialog about vine pruning, as he works on the adjoining apple farm, and then it seemed he and his father would need personnel to prune for the winter. I volunteered myself as I would be done by early December. But then the story shifted some, and it turned out he wanted to do the pruning, needing extra money in the winter. But then it turned out he would be going out of the country to see a "girlfriend" in the Philippines in January, so WTF. Vine pruning doesn't begin until January or Feburary. Anyhow, it seems the perps needed me to vacate the wine flooded crush pad to show him pruning for some reason. As in removing me from the scene of the mess temporarily.
I had red wine samples in my vehicle, six 125ml bottles, and lo, if the RCMP (Royal Canadian Mendacious Plods) weren't stopping traffic on Eastside Rd, the only sensible route, After extreme effort to get my wallet out, he didn't need to see my drivers licence. An abbreviated dialog was as follows; (He) "Whats new", (Me) "taking wine samples to the lab, with the wine in the bottles, not in me", (He) "OK, have a good day". Like WTF, Wednesday at 1630h, on a po-dunk secondary arterial, and here they are stopping traffic in both directions. Strange that the cop was looking away in the latter part of the dialog; all my prior experience with traffic stops is that they look one in the eye continuously.
Plenty of extra red colored vehicles around me the whole time, and have I mentioned before that the red vehicles come out in abundance when I have red wine samples for the lab- often. and too, of late, when working with red wine as I had been all day today.
10-30-2014
Plenty of screaming at the assholes tonight while making dinner; remotely applied adverse finger control will do it every time, as well the number of kitchen spillings.
A busy day of red wine-making again, and major mess on the floor when filling 50L kegs as one cannot see inside to see if the keg is filling up.
They blocked me twice last night in attempting to order a replacement teapot online. (Having arranged a mug to fall on it and break it inside the cabinet last week). The well known Seattle coffee firm only let me know that the item isn't in stock after I submitted all the details for ordering it. Another outfit wanted a ransom in shipping costs so I declined.
I attempted to order a download on men's hormone health and lo, I got blocked three times for no seeming reason and gave up.
I see my balance for my legal music site also didn't show the transaction for sending them more money. That was last night, and tonight it is the same deal. As always, everything financial is under the tightest control in my TI world, and parsing online orders having different failure points; e.g. transaction goes through but not added to my account, ordering but not paying due to a stocking "problem", the transaction page has an apparent error that makes no sense, and once in a blue moon, I order something and I never get billed for it.
10-31-2014
Halloween and all that, though it is distant notion as I don't have any reminders where I work at the vineyard/winery. And I don't have a place that is accessible from the street to entertain trick or treaters. I was thinking of going to get some groceries tonight, because someone wiped my recall that I ran out of certain staples last night, but somehow I "forgot". Normally I am top of what I need to get and for some reason it just slipped my mind tonight.
More wine-making work today, pumping just-fermented white wine into tanks, as well as treating to prevent oxidation. Of course I was harassed with unconventional abuse all day; the lowest point was when I was cleaning a 500L tank and leaning it over to have the water run out the spigot and lo, if the assholes didn't release my hand and have the tank pitch over and about to crash down on the concrete pad. Thankfully they armed me with quick reflexes, maybe extra quick, and I grabbed it before it hit the ground. I was fucking pissed, and let them know out loud (owners away, and no one else around). I look after things, and especially those belonging to others, and all the more if my job depends on it. I have never, ever, let go of any wine-making object, or anything else of value, and had my fingers open up unbidden by me until this abusive hell rained down on me 04-2002 and hasn't let up since.
More screaming at the assholes again while making dinner; maybe it was the fact that I deviated from my usual forced stock meal due to the above mentioned shortages.
Though, with reversion to PST in two days, and the extra silliness the perps have about dusk onset, and the almighty dinge they like to bring on, this might be the underlying rationale.
Tonight, facial hair plucking (cheeks area, not beard) again, a "habit" they stiffed me with since late 2012. As usual, in the harassed TI context, they arrange masers to float beside the just-plucked hair, follow it from my tweezer to fingers and then into the bathroom sink. The masers are in the form of black-ish fuzzy balls or an irregular filamentous trail some half inch long. Nothing new there to see these things zinging about in any given minute or even more frequent. Seemingly, that wasn't sufficient magnetic energy perturbance/surveillance, as they had a head hair arrive (teleported) in my pinched fingers holding the just-plucked facial hair, and they joined the two, end-to-end. The teleported hair wasn't my own, being jet black (I have dark brown hair) and longer than my own. And what is it about hair from all sources that so intrigues the perps? Read on for more hair follies, though no answer to my question.
The "hair draping/arrivals" that arrive on my face more often (about 2x per bathroom visit) are either jet black or else blonde. They often arrive just after I have exited the shower, which would be highly unlikely for my own hair even.
11-01-2014
An early (0900h) appointment for a haircut and a leg wax for this humble TI who would rather not spend the money, even if it is student rates at training school.
Prior to the above I went to the Seattle coffee shop two blocks away to see if they had teapot. I had my lead ahead stalker/Fat Girl who "happened" to be at a stylist where I had my hair/wax appointment. Two other stylists were also about and out before I entered the building. Outside the coffee shop there was a 1.5' diameter mess of coffee grounds on the sidewalk for crissakes. A professional outfit like that, and "somehow" coffee grounds mess got there and then lies unattended; only in TI World, where even the provenance of food and beverages (energetics) is an obsessive objective. They even put on a negro barista for me to pass by.
I received my hair cut from a female student in fuchsia colored hair, seemingly over blonde hair. And lo, if they didn't parade red (natural color) haired persons behind me and in the mirror while captive in the stylist's chair. Sometimes they had two red hair variants walk toward each other, crossing paths, and then exiting from view both at the same time. The trainee stylist seemed a little scared of me for no seeming reason, though eventually warmed up. Some conversation ensued, but as we were four decades apart, there wasn't much a whole lot of connection. LOL; her mother is only a little older than my daughter, and the stylist learned of the Spice Girls from her mother. Makes me feel a whole lot older, but since I am age regressed to about 30 y.o., (half my age) I often get these age disjunctive conversations. Rarely do I ever get anyone commenting on how young I look.
A large blonde woman customer/stalker at the place I got my haircut and wax made her presence known. And to make things all the more blatant, I get the "facing back" treatment. This is where perps place their operative(s) in a nearby seat, but don't sit in the intended direction, but instead sit 90 degrees offset so their back faces me. I cannot count the number of times this ludicrous perp signature stunt occurred on public transportation, but here it was again in the waiting area. Said large blonde woman, 230lb at least, was at the front desk and departed for outside, with the cashier saying "come back in an hour" (for her appointment). I am sitting in the waiting area after getting my hair cut and before my leg wax for about five minutes, and lo, this same blonde woman comes back in and sits opposite me, some 5' away in the waiting area. Like WTF, I thought she was to be gone for an hour. Then she spins on her seat to arrange her back to face me, and I go, "uh-huh, I have seen this before".
Within five minutes I get called to get my legs waxed and am pointed to the middle of the three treatment bays. Suddenly I need to take a piss and tell the attendant and she is fine with that. About 30 minutes later and when face down, I hear someone in the next (W) treatment bay coming in to get a treatment, and the female customer apologizes as she needs to visit the washroom and needs instructions. On her return, she parts the curtains of the treatment bay I am in, takes a two second look, and then says "wrong one". Well duh, and take a pass on the manners too big sweetie. It was the same large blonde woman from the waiting area, having recognized her pants and her size, all what I could see from my face down position. Like WTF; these cats got everything covered down to the last microsecond and millimeter; so why did she need to take a gander at me face down with my legs exposed? Don't know, and I would not doubt it that she might have had the same leg waxing treatment given the perps' need to do copycatting in vehicular gangstalking.
This afternoon was spent cleaning mold off brief case, suitcase (both made of cordura ballistic nylon) and some winter gloves; worth three hours of remediation. It had to be done outside, hence them sitting outside my door for the week until today. And I am being made to be extra paranoid about mold for whatever reason as the perps are playing up this, all the way to the possibility of moving out.
The assholes made me "forget" that I paid my bills online on Oct. 19, and then today, at least one of them would be overdue. I got cranked about that, went to the three account sites and printed off the statements, and then looked at my online bank account, and lo, there was one paid bill listed. Then I looked at the pending bills list, and lo, the other two were queued up. I am lucky to have 3 biweekly paychecks this past month (October) which saved my ass. Some $250 after bills is to carry me for the next two weeks. And from someone who long had savings and a reserve before this grievous life abuse torrent began 04-2002, thanks a lot, assholes.
And what has become of eslalasforever.wordpress.com ? The blog has been deleted apparently and I miss my shot of TI humor in this grim existence. Maybe that is why the perps took it down perhaps?
11-02-2014
A rare Sunday laundry day. All was quiet when I made multiple trips in the morning, but because I did an additional load for more moldy items, I made an additional laundromat trip after lunch. And lo, if a mighty vehicular gangstalking legion was invoked to do all those things like crossing my path, holding me up with trains of traffic to delay my L turn etc. Said lunch and dinners (same meal, just that lunch is leftovers from making dinner the previous day) have taken on a substantial yellow hue due to putting turmeric in my regular gumbo. (Formerly the contents of my quesadillas that I made for 12 years previously). Add in yellow wax beans grown on the vineyard where I work, and one could say that the perps were yellow color obsessed of late.
More dealing with moldy items today; the laundromat has a ozone cleaning system for hockey gear, so I took my suitcase, briefcase, gloves and backpack to get de-molded with ozone. No doubt of huge perp significance, having travel items with a different laundering/cleaning signature than the contents.
(Almost) needless to say, the perps have been pumping me with ideations as to how to deal with the landlord couple regarding above mention mold outbreak. All afternoon, the main notion was to have me helping the landlord tear down the walls from the inside and clean it up. No such luck in Reality World; they haven't been too helpful on the issue so far and haven't taken any such leadership on getting issues resolved, e.g. the hole in the ceiling that was letting in water on their new carpet.
Anyhow, its Sunday evening and time to close another chapter of this infernal existence.
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Monday, and the large male oaf came back to yoga. Last week he came in late and arrived at the mat-space beside me for some curious reason. This week someone scooped my regular spot, and so the oaf was on my L side behind me. Not out of earshot though, as I could still hear his wheezing and gasping. Apparently the logic of taking an introductory course first, before this Power Yoga class hasn't dawned on him, or is it that someone else is jerking his chain, like it seems always for every scenario.This time they installed a late coming babe beside me, on my R side. Much better landscape all told.
An evening time discovery of mold on suitcase and briefcase; leather with cordura fabric. Worse yet, it seemed to originate from an internal wall, and not the outside wall. They molded boots, stretch pants, a pair of gloves, suitcase, backpack, briefcase and a few other items.
10-28-2014
Lots of work with red wine, and predictably, lots of deep red (metallic though), vehicles around on my way back at day's end.
Heavy helicopter coverage tonight, at least six since sundown, normally they don't fly in the dark. But they could be practicing instrument (night time) flying of course.
10-29-2014
They got me up 30 minutes late this Wednesday; hence no front torso shaving. Have I mentioned how often this "happens" on Wednesday, the day the cleaning lady comes to the house? Why, it was last week. Seemingly, the teflon coated rub strip presents some kind of remotely sensed analytical problems even after 12.5 years of this abused tenure.
The assholes had me put my leftover dinner food on top of the fridge instead of in it, something I have routiney done everytime for the 12 years of this insane abuse. I discover the food on the fridge in the morning when getting my lunch together and I was screamingly furious. I tossed it into the garbage, which is likely what the stunt was all about in the first place.
The vineyard/winery owners left for Vancouver for a few days, in this ongoing scene of one or both of them in their tag team travels. And lo, if lots of harassment to cause me to vocalize my dismay.
I discovered that one of my fermenting wines was at wrong pH for the last two weeks because I didn't get an email of the test results, and no one told me. Needless to say, I was furious, but not outwardly so.
I tried to move a drum of just-fermented wine, with a plain (unmotorized) drum lifting tool, and lo, if it didn't spin out of my control due to a sudden gravity wave that caused me to fall over and the drum went over too, and even with the lid on, it sprang a leak and lo, dumped red wine all over the place. At first they dithered me into not knowing what to do, then allowed me to spin the drum so the split in the lid was at the top, which staunched the flow for the most part. And then I had the strength to pick it up in one big jerk back to vertical. The spill lost 25L of wine, though it looked a whole lot more.
I was cleaning it up for 5 min or so, and lo, if the neighbor's boy of about 26 y..o. or so and wearing a red T-shirt, didn't happen to come over and ask about the owners who were gone as of an hour earlier. Then some cockamamie dialog about vine pruning, as he works on the adjoining apple farm, and then it seemed he and his father would need personnel to prune for the winter. I volunteered myself as I would be done by early December. But then the story shifted some, and it turned out he wanted to do the pruning, needing extra money in the winter. But then it turned out he would be going out of the country to see a "girlfriend" in the Philippines in January, so WTF. Vine pruning doesn't begin until January or Feburary. Anyhow, it seems the perps needed me to vacate the wine flooded crush pad to show him pruning for some reason. As in removing me from the scene of the mess temporarily.
I had red wine samples in my vehicle, six 125ml bottles, and lo, if the RCMP (Royal Canadian Mendacious Plods) weren't stopping traffic on Eastside Rd, the only sensible route, After extreme effort to get my wallet out, he didn't need to see my drivers licence. An abbreviated dialog was as follows; (He) "Whats new", (Me) "taking wine samples to the lab, with the wine in the bottles, not in me", (He) "OK, have a good day". Like WTF, Wednesday at 1630h, on a po-dunk secondary arterial, and here they are stopping traffic in both directions. Strange that the cop was looking away in the latter part of the dialog; all my prior experience with traffic stops is that they look one in the eye continuously.
Plenty of extra red colored vehicles around me the whole time, and have I mentioned before that the red vehicles come out in abundance when I have red wine samples for the lab- often. and too, of late, when working with red wine as I had been all day today.
10-30-2014
Plenty of screaming at the assholes tonight while making dinner; remotely applied adverse finger control will do it every time, as well the number of kitchen spillings.
A busy day of red wine-making again, and major mess on the floor when filling 50L kegs as one cannot see inside to see if the keg is filling up.
They blocked me twice last night in attempting to order a replacement teapot online. (Having arranged a mug to fall on it and break it inside the cabinet last week). The well known Seattle coffee firm only let me know that the item isn't in stock after I submitted all the details for ordering it. Another outfit wanted a ransom in shipping costs so I declined.
I attempted to order a download on men's hormone health and lo, I got blocked three times for no seeming reason and gave up.
I see my balance for my legal music site also didn't show the transaction for sending them more money. That was last night, and tonight it is the same deal. As always, everything financial is under the tightest control in my TI world, and parsing online orders having different failure points; e.g. transaction goes through but not added to my account, ordering but not paying due to a stocking "problem", the transaction page has an apparent error that makes no sense, and once in a blue moon, I order something and I never get billed for it.
10-31-2014
Halloween and all that, though it is distant notion as I don't have any reminders where I work at the vineyard/winery. And I don't have a place that is accessible from the street to entertain trick or treaters. I was thinking of going to get some groceries tonight, because someone wiped my recall that I ran out of certain staples last night, but somehow I "forgot". Normally I am top of what I need to get and for some reason it just slipped my mind tonight.
More wine-making work today, pumping just-fermented white wine into tanks, as well as treating to prevent oxidation. Of course I was harassed with unconventional abuse all day; the lowest point was when I was cleaning a 500L tank and leaning it over to have the water run out the spigot and lo, if the assholes didn't release my hand and have the tank pitch over and about to crash down on the concrete pad. Thankfully they armed me with quick reflexes, maybe extra quick, and I grabbed it before it hit the ground. I was fucking pissed, and let them know out loud (owners away, and no one else around). I look after things, and especially those belonging to others, and all the more if my job depends on it. I have never, ever, let go of any wine-making object, or anything else of value, and had my fingers open up unbidden by me until this abusive hell rained down on me 04-2002 and hasn't let up since.
More screaming at the assholes again while making dinner; maybe it was the fact that I deviated from my usual forced stock meal due to the above mentioned shortages.
Though, with reversion to PST in two days, and the extra silliness the perps have about dusk onset, and the almighty dinge they like to bring on, this might be the underlying rationale.
Tonight, facial hair plucking (cheeks area, not beard) again, a "habit" they stiffed me with since late 2012. As usual, in the harassed TI context, they arrange masers to float beside the just-plucked hair, follow it from my tweezer to fingers and then into the bathroom sink. The masers are in the form of black-ish fuzzy balls or an irregular filamentous trail some half inch long. Nothing new there to see these things zinging about in any given minute or even more frequent. Seemingly, that wasn't sufficient magnetic energy perturbance/surveillance, as they had a head hair arrive (teleported) in my pinched fingers holding the just-plucked facial hair, and they joined the two, end-to-end. The teleported hair wasn't my own, being jet black (I have dark brown hair) and longer than my own. And what is it about hair from all sources that so intrigues the perps? Read on for more hair follies, though no answer to my question.
The "hair draping/arrivals" that arrive on my face more often (about 2x per bathroom visit) are either jet black or else blonde. They often arrive just after I have exited the shower, which would be highly unlikely for my own hair even.
11-01-2014
An early (0900h) appointment for a haircut and a leg wax for this humble TI who would rather not spend the money, even if it is student rates at training school.
Prior to the above I went to the Seattle coffee shop two blocks away to see if they had teapot. I had my lead ahead stalker/Fat Girl who "happened" to be at a stylist where I had my hair/wax appointment. Two other stylists were also about and out before I entered the building. Outside the coffee shop there was a 1.5' diameter mess of coffee grounds on the sidewalk for crissakes. A professional outfit like that, and "somehow" coffee grounds mess got there and then lies unattended; only in TI World, where even the provenance of food and beverages (energetics) is an obsessive objective. They even put on a negro barista for me to pass by.
I received my hair cut from a female student in fuchsia colored hair, seemingly over blonde hair. And lo, if they didn't parade red (natural color) haired persons behind me and in the mirror while captive in the stylist's chair. Sometimes they had two red hair variants walk toward each other, crossing paths, and then exiting from view both at the same time. The trainee stylist seemed a little scared of me for no seeming reason, though eventually warmed up. Some conversation ensued, but as we were four decades apart, there wasn't much a whole lot of connection. LOL; her mother is only a little older than my daughter, and the stylist learned of the Spice Girls from her mother. Makes me feel a whole lot older, but since I am age regressed to about 30 y.o., (half my age) I often get these age disjunctive conversations. Rarely do I ever get anyone commenting on how young I look.
A large blonde woman customer/stalker at the place I got my haircut and wax made her presence known. And to make things all the more blatant, I get the "facing back" treatment. This is where perps place their operative(s) in a nearby seat, but don't sit in the intended direction, but instead sit 90 degrees offset so their back faces me. I cannot count the number of times this ludicrous perp signature stunt occurred on public transportation, but here it was again in the waiting area. Said large blonde woman, 230lb at least, was at the front desk and departed for outside, with the cashier saying "come back in an hour" (for her appointment). I am sitting in the waiting area after getting my hair cut and before my leg wax for about five minutes, and lo, this same blonde woman comes back in and sits opposite me, some 5' away in the waiting area. Like WTF, I thought she was to be gone for an hour. Then she spins on her seat to arrange her back to face me, and I go, "uh-huh, I have seen this before".
Within five minutes I get called to get my legs waxed and am pointed to the middle of the three treatment bays. Suddenly I need to take a piss and tell the attendant and she is fine with that. About 30 minutes later and when face down, I hear someone in the next (W) treatment bay coming in to get a treatment, and the female customer apologizes as she needs to visit the washroom and needs instructions. On her return, she parts the curtains of the treatment bay I am in, takes a two second look, and then says "wrong one". Well duh, and take a pass on the manners too big sweetie. It was the same large blonde woman from the waiting area, having recognized her pants and her size, all what I could see from my face down position. Like WTF; these cats got everything covered down to the last microsecond and millimeter; so why did she need to take a gander at me face down with my legs exposed? Don't know, and I would not doubt it that she might have had the same leg waxing treatment given the perps' need to do copycatting in vehicular gangstalking.
This afternoon was spent cleaning mold off brief case, suitcase (both made of cordura ballistic nylon) and some winter gloves; worth three hours of remediation. It had to be done outside, hence them sitting outside my door for the week until today. And I am being made to be extra paranoid about mold for whatever reason as the perps are playing up this, all the way to the possibility of moving out.
The assholes made me "forget" that I paid my bills online on Oct. 19, and then today, at least one of them would be overdue. I got cranked about that, went to the three account sites and printed off the statements, and then looked at my online bank account, and lo, there was one paid bill listed. Then I looked at the pending bills list, and lo, the other two were queued up. I am lucky to have 3 biweekly paychecks this past month (October) which saved my ass. Some $250 after bills is to carry me for the next two weeks. And from someone who long had savings and a reserve before this grievous life abuse torrent began 04-2002, thanks a lot, assholes.
And what has become of eslalasforever.wordpress.com ? The blog has been deleted apparently and I miss my shot of TI humor in this grim existence. Maybe that is why the perps took it down perhaps?
11-02-2014
A rare Sunday laundry day. All was quiet when I made multiple trips in the morning, but because I did an additional load for more moldy items, I made an additional laundromat trip after lunch. And lo, if a mighty vehicular gangstalking legion was invoked to do all those things like crossing my path, holding me up with trains of traffic to delay my L turn etc. Said lunch and dinners (same meal, just that lunch is leftovers from making dinner the previous day) have taken on a substantial yellow hue due to putting turmeric in my regular gumbo. (Formerly the contents of my quesadillas that I made for 12 years previously). Add in yellow wax beans grown on the vineyard where I work, and one could say that the perps were yellow color obsessed of late.
More dealing with moldy items today; the laundromat has a ozone cleaning system for hockey gear, so I took my suitcase, briefcase, gloves and backpack to get de-molded with ozone. No doubt of huge perp significance, having travel items with a different laundering/cleaning signature than the contents.
(Almost) needless to say, the perps have been pumping me with ideations as to how to deal with the landlord couple regarding above mention mold outbreak. All afternoon, the main notion was to have me helping the landlord tear down the walls from the inside and clean it up. No such luck in Reality World; they haven't been too helpful on the issue so far and haven't taken any such leadership on getting issues resolved, e.g. the hole in the ceiling that was letting in water on their new carpet.
Anyhow, its Sunday evening and time to close another chapter of this infernal existence.
PS; if you live in Boston, catch Eilen Jewell; my current muse of five albums. Smokey, folky, country, jazzy, bluesy and even a little rocky too. Not for the metal crowd though.
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Power Washing Sabotage
10-21-2014
What is it about power washers that the perps like to sabotage so much? Yesterday, the electric cold water power washer was on the fritz; loosing pressure, then regaining it, only to stutter and repeat the cycle. I was washing winery bins and tanks, and found this continual washing pressure fluctuation to be highly annoying, if not near dysfunctional.
At the vineyard/winery we are on the fourth power washer, and the above mentioned one is the most reliable. The two big box store purchased ones didn't cut it, and one was cannibalized in an attempt to fix the other. The electric power washer came last year and has run for two hours on one job, and not on most others. Then the used Banda/Honda one came a few months ago that has a gasoline engine with a diesel heater to heat the water, and lo, if the thing wasn't plugged up, and once fixed, it won't start because of a solenoid problem. But it has a starter pull cord, and lo, the cord won't retract, and it cannot be manually started either. Today, the electric power washer behaved itself for the most part, save the first 20 minutes of fluctuating pressure.
Power washer sabotage goes back to the early 1990's when I first rented one. It started fine and ran for ten minutes until I had to shut it off for some external reason. After that, it wouldn't start at all. I took it back and they told me it was likely a pump problem. Like WTF; a long running small business that takes excellent care of their rental tools, and lo, it wouldn't work. As mentioned in past blogs, the perps are consumed with the properties of water and it sources; e.g. rain water, lake water, irrigation pipes and colors, faucets, fittings and PVC glue color, valves etc. So I suppose, power washers represent another link in the chain, this being a particular delivery type for pressurized water (and noise). And too, they encourage other proximate neighbors to do power washing too.
Yoga was yesterday, and there were a few unusual events in the gangstalk theme. One UK accented male (seen before) clammed up once I detected the accent and he was in the furthest corner from me. Some ten minutes into the class this fat oaf of a male comes in and sets up beside me. There were plenty of other vacant spots, but no, he made a beeline for this one beside me. Worse yet, he was wearing brown colored shorts (two Unfavored on top of the first two, male over 20yo. and being fat), and was clearly out of his league (wheezing and gasping as he was) as to the yoga poses. I have never seen this Fuckwit before, and it all looked way too obvious as a planted shill. Some yoga snobbery perhaps, but if the gangstalk scene is so highly choreographed as to EVERYTHING, especially at yoga, I get plain annoyed at any diminution or perturbation of this rare respite (somewhat) in any given week.
The darling pixie yoga instructor was her usual perky self, and wore tights that looked almost like batik, with the lurid colors and color mixing. In other words, it wasn't so easy picking out her gorgeous form. Though the pattern and color on her tights was suggestive of tattoos, and I am sure that was deliberate, as the perps know I loathe the sight of tattoos. And yes, there were a few discrete tattoos among the 12 women classmates, unlike last week when one had a 6" diameter tattoo design on her shoulder. Last week was also interesting as it was a Fat Girl instructor, but they put the lithe Star Girl between me and the instructor. That is, one to engage my "attractiveness meter" and the other to engage my Unfavored Feature loathing, or more like, subconscious traumatization/repulsion that was invoked during the "lost years", aged 2 to 5. Not that I was "lost", but nearly all my recall was wiped. Two of those years were in Montreal, a special place for MKULTRA activities at that time, 1956-59. [Rare overhead helicopter noise overhead as I wrote this at 1920h (dark)].
More cleaning at the winery, most of the day. The boss man has gone to Vancouver and the boss lady is gone too. I get to feed the cat in the morning. Which means for the perps, they get to abuse and harass me (like usual), but I get to yell at them out loud (vocalized complaints) instead of using hoarse whispers of the same content; e.g. swearing at them when they flick water in my face, pull the power washer wand from my grasp, kink the hoses for the umpteenth time of the day etc. This pattern of being "abandoned" to be harassed all the more was evident back in 2004 when my perp abetting brother would give me gardening jobs and then take off to be absent when extra harassment was applied. Nothing new there.
10-22-2012
A shooting incident on Parliament Hill, with tragic consequences.... Press the next button up on the world events blender, as in creating more strife, angst and internecine problems. I don't mean to trivialize or be trite about such tragedies, but it just seems that that firearms use and dying perpetrators are just what the perps live so much.
Mail holdups again; my forklift certification was sent Oct. 09 and had to travel from the source (college) to the PO, all of four blocks, and then to me, two blocks from the PO. I don't see why the regular post office snail mail should take so fricking long. Ditto, on my CD order; sent from Portland OR on Oct. 05, and gets here today, along with the above mentioned mail. And did they really need to rip off a corner to find out the contents were exactly as described? I doubt it, if they can X-ray baggage at airports, X-ray shipping containers etc.
10-23-2014
A big day in perp land; visiting the urologist for a prostate exam. Not only that, the paranoia they have inculcated me with over the past two months about having prostate cancer due to increased urination has been dispelled by way of the PSA test result. A 3.5, down from 4.7 six months ago, and I am declared to have a good prostate health, and will need to see the specialist in a year. So... why all the increased urination that began after Labor Day. Stay tuned, another test and who knows. Another Rx in the interim to see if there is a result. Possible spasms of the bladder or ureter or whatever. I know a crowd who can deliver spasms from a distance; back in the early 1970's my eye lid would spasm on me, and I saw the doctor who prescribed a tranquilizer and lo, that fixed it. Now I know how that one got started and ended.
And of course extra games going on before and after the momentous day (for the perps). I drove to Naramata to get a food order, my nuts and seeds thing. And of course I get brazil nuts as they have lots of selenium in them, good for prostate health. All to find out that I could of got the usual pecans. But as these brazil nuts are from Peru, and possibly the S hemisphere, that just might be the real reason the perps cooked this one up in the sequence they did. They like me to interact with Australians and others S of the equator.
A very gusty day, and lo, if the last time I drove to Naramata about a month ago, why, it was very gusty too.
Other bullshit tonight was that a mug hanging from a securely fastened cup hook fell down and smashed my glass teapot. Yes, you read it right; the mug was hanging, like it always does (18 months worth here) and then this horrific crash noise erupted, but I could not see what happened by looking at the kitchen counter where the noise came from. I am inured to loud noises coming from nowhere, and thought it was all about scaring me shitless. A few minutes later I visit the cupboard and there is all the glass shards on plates and bowls below. The assholes broke a glass coffee carafe back in 2003, and they let me see it cleave apart from some unbidden force. Within a month, they broke the Bodum glass teapot, the variant with the plastic handle attached to the glass. I bought the same teapot, though this time it came with a glass handle, which looked more classy. About 2009 the teapot was still important enough that the perps had me replace the plastic infusion basket with a stainless steel one. I fear that this model might not be findable again and I am going to get stiffed with a inferior substitute. They plan such details well in advance.
And will this carnage ever end? Yet another school shooting, not at the begging or end of term, but tragic all the same. And why do the perps want blood, gore and dying students/victims in educational contexts. In April of this year, there was five Univiersity of Calgary students knifed by a rampaging student, though off campus.
And to add my piece of possible related speculation into why massacres are so frequent at schools and among students; it just might relate to the Perps' Objectives, as they like to hound my ass whenever I learn something, reject knowledge that is erroneous, and by extension, the whole of epistemological theory. That is, the perps are also consumed by the theory of knowledge, and where it may come from, how it was formed, used etc. Way back in about 1988 I went to a GIS (Geographic Information System) conference in San Antonio. I found a seat at one presentation, and like now, the seats beside me remained unfilled until the lecture started, and at the end the fellow who took the seat mentioned something to me, and I replied, and he said something to the effect of the difficulty of defining knowledge. I agreed it was loose concept, and that was the end of that. In hindsight, that person was probably a perp operative and was instructed to drop the concept in my mind. I am presently reading "The Fabric of Reality" and one of the four main quantum world pillars is epistemology. Anyhow, just conjecture, but what I know from where, whom, in what context and all possible facets is of extreme interest to the perps.
10-25-2014
Saturday, and off to the vineyard/winery to check on the five fermentations going on. Only for two hours or so, as the boss man is back from Vancouver and will likely not want me working any extra time. He had me take two days off in advance to negate extra hours.
And lo, if the same kind of vehicle trains, (single lane vehicular gangstalking formations) of red, white with escorting grey scale colors weren't in place, going the opposite direction. It was 0900h on a Saturday, and the excuse, aka cover story, of weekday commuters is now blown, if it ever was credible in the first place.
Laundry in the afternoon, different than the usual weekend morning. No half dressed Frenchie wackos this time, but extra laundromat patrons to be sure. Even the owner couple/wife got into it, not staring at me this time, but dressing in mid-brown pants and a fuschia colored top. Way fugly.
The nearby green grocery store was the prime clusterfuck venue of the day; one tubby dude got in way too close at the mushroom section and then went around me to the other side. Within 10 seconds of him vacating my presence, another dude arrived beside me unannounced, one of the store stocker/stalkers. No manners in this town it seems (Penticton). And they know exactly when to close in, as I was loading a paper bag full of mushrooms for the week ahead. Said tubby dude later reprised gangstalking around the corner of an aisle, "happened" to be ahead of me at the checkout, and was in the parking lot too when I exited.
Shopping for a replacement teapot last night turned out to be pointless; I met the elder blonde woman at the kitchen section who didn't know what Bodum was, even if that particular department store is listed as retailer. Ditto for the iconic Seattle coffee chain; though she was young, her nose seemed to be featured with her forward facing nostrils that were plenty visible. (Hmmm, I wonder if this another Unfavored feature as two prior stalkers this year had very similar nostrils?)
Besides the teapot smashing yesterday, many things have become extra kinetic over and above the extra kinetic objects I experience every day. If two items are side my side, and apart, and I reach to grasp one of them, why, the other will vibrate and move by itself, with no contact from me or the grasped object. This escalation of extra kinetics has crossed the line from barely plausible and statistically untenable to totally implausible for every instance of such an event.
Ditto this morning when I finished my shower after shaving; one look in the mirror and lo, a black pubic hair (very bent and contorted) was on my face. I don't have any such colored pubic hairs whatsoever; so how did it get there and from whom? This hair placement prank/harassment has also been escalated in the past month or so, and at the most improbable moments; long (5+") blonde hairs, ditto for black ones, and often timed during when I am plucking my own hairs from my cheeks. Cheek and chest hair plucking is almost always accompanied my blackish masers following the extracted hair as I flick it into the sink, or else following my fingers in cleaning off the tweezers. Often, the same hair is teleported back near the facial location it was extracted from during a moment's inattention. So what is it about hair that the perps find so intensely vital? Do they have certain properties as they grow, and do they need to have my hairs energetically interact with those of others in my presence? And of course, like anything else that goes down the drain, the perps find that fascinating too.
The perps' hair obsession goes way back I suspect. Three Newfoundland dogs, serially owned, had long black coats. The last Newfie was when my ex and I were together. I could never figure out why the ex would not ever comb the dog's coat and leave it to me to do. It was combed every 8 weeks or so, probably not often enough, and it was plenty obvious that the dog's hair needed maintenance by the time I got to it. And it isn't too much of a surprise that some of the female gangstalkers have long black gorgeous manes, the most noticeable recent occurrence being at yoga. She "happened" to be driving by when I was on my way there, and effectively vehicularly (in lead ahead mode) gangstalked me to the parking lot outside yoga, and then inside the practice studio. I hadn't seen her before, and perhaps she was there just for that. As mentioned above, I was distracted by this late arriving male oaf for much of the class. Anyone else out there in TI hell get these hairs of foreign origin dropping in on them?
10-26-2014
A hike today, after working on wine fermenting at the vineyard. I was to pick up 25lb of onions at the farm where the trailhead is, and dutifully phoned ahead per instructions, but no one responded to the messages on the answering machine. So.... another visit there sometime soon to get this one squared away. A hike in some rain, cloud and both females of the gangstalking hiking couples wore deep red tops, not unlike the red wine I was working with. And too, my vehicular escort on the way there had me covered with a deep red colored vehicle, swapping one out for another, three different vehicles the same color in all, plus others coming the opposite direction.
And it is late October, and still the motorcycle presentation "offensive" is still on. I am talking about them being parked on the streets as visible props; there are now ten regularly parked within two blocks of me along all my access routes to my residence. Yet again, in the pre-harassment days, it was a given that displaying parked motorcycles in front of one's house was an invitation to certain motorcycle gangs to steal it. But now, for some reason, the perps need to populate my locale with them, and no thefts whatsoever. Funny how that happens. And for all the MKULTRA and contemporaneous stories of organized child abuse, I still don't have a handle on why motorcycles could be part of the perp's abreaction baiting games.
Late Sunday evening, and I am not feeling too inspired for any more reportage, read, remotely applied invasive mind dithering. Nothing new there.
What is it about power washers that the perps like to sabotage so much? Yesterday, the electric cold water power washer was on the fritz; loosing pressure, then regaining it, only to stutter and repeat the cycle. I was washing winery bins and tanks, and found this continual washing pressure fluctuation to be highly annoying, if not near dysfunctional.
At the vineyard/winery we are on the fourth power washer, and the above mentioned one is the most reliable. The two big box store purchased ones didn't cut it, and one was cannibalized in an attempt to fix the other. The electric power washer came last year and has run for two hours on one job, and not on most others. Then the used Banda/Honda one came a few months ago that has a gasoline engine with a diesel heater to heat the water, and lo, if the thing wasn't plugged up, and once fixed, it won't start because of a solenoid problem. But it has a starter pull cord, and lo, the cord won't retract, and it cannot be manually started either. Today, the electric power washer behaved itself for the most part, save the first 20 minutes of fluctuating pressure.
Power washer sabotage goes back to the early 1990's when I first rented one. It started fine and ran for ten minutes until I had to shut it off for some external reason. After that, it wouldn't start at all. I took it back and they told me it was likely a pump problem. Like WTF; a long running small business that takes excellent care of their rental tools, and lo, it wouldn't work. As mentioned in past blogs, the perps are consumed with the properties of water and it sources; e.g. rain water, lake water, irrigation pipes and colors, faucets, fittings and PVC glue color, valves etc. So I suppose, power washers represent another link in the chain, this being a particular delivery type for pressurized water (and noise). And too, they encourage other proximate neighbors to do power washing too.
Yoga was yesterday, and there were a few unusual events in the gangstalk theme. One UK accented male (seen before) clammed up once I detected the accent and he was in the furthest corner from me. Some ten minutes into the class this fat oaf of a male comes in and sets up beside me. There were plenty of other vacant spots, but no, he made a beeline for this one beside me. Worse yet, he was wearing brown colored shorts (two Unfavored on top of the first two, male over 20yo. and being fat), and was clearly out of his league (wheezing and gasping as he was) as to the yoga poses. I have never seen this Fuckwit before, and it all looked way too obvious as a planted shill. Some yoga snobbery perhaps, but if the gangstalk scene is so highly choreographed as to EVERYTHING, especially at yoga, I get plain annoyed at any diminution or perturbation of this rare respite (somewhat) in any given week.
The darling pixie yoga instructor was her usual perky self, and wore tights that looked almost like batik, with the lurid colors and color mixing. In other words, it wasn't so easy picking out her gorgeous form. Though the pattern and color on her tights was suggestive of tattoos, and I am sure that was deliberate, as the perps know I loathe the sight of tattoos. And yes, there were a few discrete tattoos among the 12 women classmates, unlike last week when one had a 6" diameter tattoo design on her shoulder. Last week was also interesting as it was a Fat Girl instructor, but they put the lithe Star Girl between me and the instructor. That is, one to engage my "attractiveness meter" and the other to engage my Unfavored Feature loathing, or more like, subconscious traumatization/repulsion that was invoked during the "lost years", aged 2 to 5. Not that I was "lost", but nearly all my recall was wiped. Two of those years were in Montreal, a special place for MKULTRA activities at that time, 1956-59. [Rare overhead helicopter noise overhead as I wrote this at 1920h (dark)].
More cleaning at the winery, most of the day. The boss man has gone to Vancouver and the boss lady is gone too. I get to feed the cat in the morning. Which means for the perps, they get to abuse and harass me (like usual), but I get to yell at them out loud (vocalized complaints) instead of using hoarse whispers of the same content; e.g. swearing at them when they flick water in my face, pull the power washer wand from my grasp, kink the hoses for the umpteenth time of the day etc. This pattern of being "abandoned" to be harassed all the more was evident back in 2004 when my perp abetting brother would give me gardening jobs and then take off to be absent when extra harassment was applied. Nothing new there.
10-22-2012
A shooting incident on Parliament Hill, with tragic consequences.... Press the next button up on the world events blender, as in creating more strife, angst and internecine problems. I don't mean to trivialize or be trite about such tragedies, but it just seems that that firearms use and dying perpetrators are just what the perps live so much.
Mail holdups again; my forklift certification was sent Oct. 09 and had to travel from the source (college) to the PO, all of four blocks, and then to me, two blocks from the PO. I don't see why the regular post office snail mail should take so fricking long. Ditto, on my CD order; sent from Portland OR on Oct. 05, and gets here today, along with the above mentioned mail. And did they really need to rip off a corner to find out the contents were exactly as described? I doubt it, if they can X-ray baggage at airports, X-ray shipping containers etc.
10-23-2014
A big day in perp land; visiting the urologist for a prostate exam. Not only that, the paranoia they have inculcated me with over the past two months about having prostate cancer due to increased urination has been dispelled by way of the PSA test result. A 3.5, down from 4.7 six months ago, and I am declared to have a good prostate health, and will need to see the specialist in a year. So... why all the increased urination that began after Labor Day. Stay tuned, another test and who knows. Another Rx in the interim to see if there is a result. Possible spasms of the bladder or ureter or whatever. I know a crowd who can deliver spasms from a distance; back in the early 1970's my eye lid would spasm on me, and I saw the doctor who prescribed a tranquilizer and lo, that fixed it. Now I know how that one got started and ended.
And of course extra games going on before and after the momentous day (for the perps). I drove to Naramata to get a food order, my nuts and seeds thing. And of course I get brazil nuts as they have lots of selenium in them, good for prostate health. All to find out that I could of got the usual pecans. But as these brazil nuts are from Peru, and possibly the S hemisphere, that just might be the real reason the perps cooked this one up in the sequence they did. They like me to interact with Australians and others S of the equator.
A very gusty day, and lo, if the last time I drove to Naramata about a month ago, why, it was very gusty too.
Other bullshit tonight was that a mug hanging from a securely fastened cup hook fell down and smashed my glass teapot. Yes, you read it right; the mug was hanging, like it always does (18 months worth here) and then this horrific crash noise erupted, but I could not see what happened by looking at the kitchen counter where the noise came from. I am inured to loud noises coming from nowhere, and thought it was all about scaring me shitless. A few minutes later I visit the cupboard and there is all the glass shards on plates and bowls below. The assholes broke a glass coffee carafe back in 2003, and they let me see it cleave apart from some unbidden force. Within a month, they broke the Bodum glass teapot, the variant with the plastic handle attached to the glass. I bought the same teapot, though this time it came with a glass handle, which looked more classy. About 2009 the teapot was still important enough that the perps had me replace the plastic infusion basket with a stainless steel one. I fear that this model might not be findable again and I am going to get stiffed with a inferior substitute. They plan such details well in advance.
And will this carnage ever end? Yet another school shooting, not at the begging or end of term, but tragic all the same. And why do the perps want blood, gore and dying students/victims in educational contexts. In April of this year, there was five Univiersity of Calgary students knifed by a rampaging student, though off campus.
And to add my piece of possible related speculation into why massacres are so frequent at schools and among students; it just might relate to the Perps' Objectives, as they like to hound my ass whenever I learn something, reject knowledge that is erroneous, and by extension, the whole of epistemological theory. That is, the perps are also consumed by the theory of knowledge, and where it may come from, how it was formed, used etc. Way back in about 1988 I went to a GIS (Geographic Information System) conference in San Antonio. I found a seat at one presentation, and like now, the seats beside me remained unfilled until the lecture started, and at the end the fellow who took the seat mentioned something to me, and I replied, and he said something to the effect of the difficulty of defining knowledge. I agreed it was loose concept, and that was the end of that. In hindsight, that person was probably a perp operative and was instructed to drop the concept in my mind. I am presently reading "The Fabric of Reality" and one of the four main quantum world pillars is epistemology. Anyhow, just conjecture, but what I know from where, whom, in what context and all possible facets is of extreme interest to the perps.
10-25-2014
Saturday, and off to the vineyard/winery to check on the five fermentations going on. Only for two hours or so, as the boss man is back from Vancouver and will likely not want me working any extra time. He had me take two days off in advance to negate extra hours.
And lo, if the same kind of vehicle trains, (single lane vehicular gangstalking formations) of red, white with escorting grey scale colors weren't in place, going the opposite direction. It was 0900h on a Saturday, and the excuse, aka cover story, of weekday commuters is now blown, if it ever was credible in the first place.
Laundry in the afternoon, different than the usual weekend morning. No half dressed Frenchie wackos this time, but extra laundromat patrons to be sure. Even the owner couple/wife got into it, not staring at me this time, but dressing in mid-brown pants and a fuschia colored top. Way fugly.
The nearby green grocery store was the prime clusterfuck venue of the day; one tubby dude got in way too close at the mushroom section and then went around me to the other side. Within 10 seconds of him vacating my presence, another dude arrived beside me unannounced, one of the store stocker/stalkers. No manners in this town it seems (Penticton). And they know exactly when to close in, as I was loading a paper bag full of mushrooms for the week ahead. Said tubby dude later reprised gangstalking around the corner of an aisle, "happened" to be ahead of me at the checkout, and was in the parking lot too when I exited.
Shopping for a replacement teapot last night turned out to be pointless; I met the elder blonde woman at the kitchen section who didn't know what Bodum was, even if that particular department store is listed as retailer. Ditto for the iconic Seattle coffee chain; though she was young, her nose seemed to be featured with her forward facing nostrils that were plenty visible. (Hmmm, I wonder if this another Unfavored feature as two prior stalkers this year had very similar nostrils?)
Besides the teapot smashing yesterday, many things have become extra kinetic over and above the extra kinetic objects I experience every day. If two items are side my side, and apart, and I reach to grasp one of them, why, the other will vibrate and move by itself, with no contact from me or the grasped object. This escalation of extra kinetics has crossed the line from barely plausible and statistically untenable to totally implausible for every instance of such an event.
Ditto this morning when I finished my shower after shaving; one look in the mirror and lo, a black pubic hair (very bent and contorted) was on my face. I don't have any such colored pubic hairs whatsoever; so how did it get there and from whom? This hair placement prank/harassment has also been escalated in the past month or so, and at the most improbable moments; long (5+") blonde hairs, ditto for black ones, and often timed during when I am plucking my own hairs from my cheeks. Cheek and chest hair plucking is almost always accompanied my blackish masers following the extracted hair as I flick it into the sink, or else following my fingers in cleaning off the tweezers. Often, the same hair is teleported back near the facial location it was extracted from during a moment's inattention. So what is it about hair that the perps find so intensely vital? Do they have certain properties as they grow, and do they need to have my hairs energetically interact with those of others in my presence? And of course, like anything else that goes down the drain, the perps find that fascinating too.
The perps' hair obsession goes way back I suspect. Three Newfoundland dogs, serially owned, had long black coats. The last Newfie was when my ex and I were together. I could never figure out why the ex would not ever comb the dog's coat and leave it to me to do. It was combed every 8 weeks or so, probably not often enough, and it was plenty obvious that the dog's hair needed maintenance by the time I got to it. And it isn't too much of a surprise that some of the female gangstalkers have long black gorgeous manes, the most noticeable recent occurrence being at yoga. She "happened" to be driving by when I was on my way there, and effectively vehicularly (in lead ahead mode) gangstalked me to the parking lot outside yoga, and then inside the practice studio. I hadn't seen her before, and perhaps she was there just for that. As mentioned above, I was distracted by this late arriving male oaf for much of the class. Anyone else out there in TI hell get these hairs of foreign origin dropping in on them?
10-26-2014
A hike today, after working on wine fermenting at the vineyard. I was to pick up 25lb of onions at the farm where the trailhead is, and dutifully phoned ahead per instructions, but no one responded to the messages on the answering machine. So.... another visit there sometime soon to get this one squared away. A hike in some rain, cloud and both females of the gangstalking hiking couples wore deep red tops, not unlike the red wine I was working with. And too, my vehicular escort on the way there had me covered with a deep red colored vehicle, swapping one out for another, three different vehicles the same color in all, plus others coming the opposite direction.
And it is late October, and still the motorcycle presentation "offensive" is still on. I am talking about them being parked on the streets as visible props; there are now ten regularly parked within two blocks of me along all my access routes to my residence. Yet again, in the pre-harassment days, it was a given that displaying parked motorcycles in front of one's house was an invitation to certain motorcycle gangs to steal it. But now, for some reason, the perps need to populate my locale with them, and no thefts whatsoever. Funny how that happens. And for all the MKULTRA and contemporaneous stories of organized child abuse, I still don't have a handle on why motorcycles could be part of the perp's abreaction baiting games.
Late Sunday evening, and I am not feeling too inspired for any more reportage, read, remotely applied invasive mind dithering. Nothing new there.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Post Haircut Frenetic Gangstalking
04-27-2013
A Saturday, and an 0900h haircut and what an insane amount of gangstalking afterward. Even now, back at this motel suite for the winter, the noise is escalated as well as the tromping and pounding as they walk outside. And what is it about cutting the perps are so berserk about? From cutting cooked meat, vegetables, hair cuts, lawn cutting, plant pruning etc. the perps are absolutely fussed and frenetic about. They put on a stiff breeze for my post-hair cut errands I attended to, grocery shopping and clothing donations to Value Village. Serial streams of same colored vehicles too, at least six white vehicles in succession, and almost that bad for red colored vehicles, both at least 5x for a 20 min. trip. Even the left hand drive vehicles had to get in on it, parking next to me for crissakes, and then the driver sitting in the vehicle, doing squat.
Then a skunk on getting laundry going at 1100h, as both washing machines "happened" to be taken. This bullshit started a few weeks ago when I had no problem with finding an available washing machine every time for the last four months. Go figure, and not only that, there are less than half the vehicles there was a month ago.
I have been made to be totally slack in doing daily updates this week, and one can count on outside influence for that.
And noise convergence all of a sudden; male banter outside with an excessively giggly girl. Then the dog barking noise from the N neighbor also chimed in. And the apparent association of this? The noises erupted when I looked at a dairy-free chocolatier website, brown and red it was, so maybe it was the color combination too.
Other excitement for the perps tonight is that I waxed my hiking boots, which darkens them for a time, maybe a day or so. Any kind of slow color transitions get them worked up. Having my tea infuse and slowly turn amber is another occasion for extra perp noise, interventions, light flashes, maser balls zinging around and the like. The color transition of steeping tea is just too interesting for them. Such are the hyper-intrusions of all things banal or routine. And it gets worse from there, should I attempt something new, it invariably becomes a total harassment scene with relentless rage-ification fuckery.
Reflecting back on the week, the septic services came to pump out the tank three days ago at work (a vineyard). There was plenty of extra sit time for the tanker with its engine running outside, some 20 minutes for whatever reason. When I went outside, carrying two plastic 3/4" hoses, it was the moment that the owners converged in their RTV, and the driver of the septic services truck got out of his cab. Later in the day the perps forced me to take a crap and lo, if the toilet didn't back up, and stay that way for the next two days. Plunging doesn't help much, as so many of these new toilet designs don't have a round throat at the base of the bowl, so plungers and "one-second" gas cartridges don't seal and therefore don't clear the toilet like for circular designs. But as the peps have been screwing me over for blocked toilets since the Day of Abusive Infamy (see Eleven Years On), it could be all a faked game.
At yoga yesterday, the tattoo platoon was back in force, placing themselves about the exercise room once it was free. Even when I arrived and signed in, the male with the long hair and the gross tattoos on his chest and arm was initially loitering in the S aisle of the waiting area. By the time I looked up after signing in, there he was at the N wing where the coat rack is, and "coincidentally" where I was headed. This gangstalking creature was loitering there for no other purpose as there was no one else to talk to. He expressly walked 30' from the S end (where waiting people were congregated) and arranged to be the sole gangstalker/loiterer at the N end where I was headed next. I took off my coat, sweater and shoes while he was hanging around 6' away. After class, and when putting on my coat and shoes, and thinking I could get out without seeing this foul creature again, he "happened" to end up right behind me as I was holding the exit door open to see if anyone else was going to catch the door. Like WTF; if I don't like the sight of fucking tattoos, why am I hounded by wackos with this very condition they want me to see? Eleven years of this fucking abusive insanity, all over what I abhor, and sometimes what I like. Go fuck yourselves.
Also in yoga, another male, some 60 y.o. and one I hadn't seen before in his ridiculous baggy shorts at his knees, and pasty white legs, though shaven. He did at least a half dozen struts around his mat before being sure he had it in the right place, which I take to mean "see me" and like over-obvious strange behavior. That he was in staring mode each time I glanced over told me he was on the feed and acting for the perps' purpose. There was one mat space between him and me, and sure enough, after a minute or so of class time, a latecomer arrives between us.
That was Friday yoga, and it is becoming such a freakshow that I am going to go Mondays only, though I am sure the freakshow will follow me there, as in the past. Other related excitement for the perps was that I had a leg wax two hours before class. Ordinarily I get this done on Saturdays, but for reasons only the perps know, Saturday was busy and booked up (for the first time in the past year of attendance). I had to leave work early, and had been pumping red wine through a filter that somehow didn't work. All those red color transitions through stainless steel and plastic drums and vinyl hoses is just too exciting for the perps it would seem. And I suppose, whatever color reaction data they might have collected there, they wanted to correlate it (or use it in some way) for leg waxing and then yoga. Eleven years of this abusive insanity (theirs), and here they are fucking around with red colors still. (And sending red plasma beams across my keyboard as I type this).
The perps also started me on an imposed "need" to pluck the body hairs from around my nipples for whatever reason earlier this week, possibly as a "warm up" for the above mentioned full leg waxing. All those plucked hairs and disrupted cells must provide them with interesting biological energetic signatures. Then there is the new harassment adjunct of having plucked hairs refuse to let go of the tweezers, and they seem to come back again or otherwise re-arrive when I thought I had got rid of them in the sink. As I am getting inundated with more hairs coming in from nowhere, even after a shower, and they aren't colored like my own, why should I be so surprised that my own hairs have extra-conventional gravitic properties? And for the record, my nipples receive anywhere from 20 to 80 jabbings a day, coming from unseen sources and directions. The nipples region, even in males, has extra innervation in the brain, so the in situ brain/mind research model, (aka harassment and abuse campaign) seems to support that particular abuse.
Other games that are getting more harassment time this past week is screwing me over as to which browser I use for email. I use a browser that allows me to block ads, and when wanting to compose or return an email, my Yahoo email won't work. It varies; sometimes the Compose button won't work, or I cannot type anything in the To field or the Send button won't work. So I go to IE to reply to my email, and of course the corporate O/S company doesn't supply an ad blocker, so I get these animated ads either side of my Yahoo email page for the perp critical moment of sending email. More high excitement for the perps.
Similarly, for internet access; the constant shuffling of my aerial for internet access. First it works in the top USB port but this blocks the headphone jack. So I move it down 2" to the lower USB port and it works fine there too. Then it doesn't after a few days, so I move it to the top USB jack and it works fine again, even if it precludes music listening. Then after a few days neither works, so I use the local motel Wi-fi and it works for a few days. Then this ridiculous merry-go-round starts up again. There is nothing wrong with the cell phone reception here as my phone has four bars. And it is the same company that supplies these cell phone aerials and the same network. Anyhow, the signal path seems to be of acute interest to the perps, whether it via landline cable, landline twisted pair (traditional phone), cell phone and cell internet access. Round and round we go with different accompanying background noise, one being the yapping dudes who arrived suddenly at 1730h as I was finishing the last 20 min. of month-end updates on Quicken. Said background of dude yapping, and there had to be at least five different male voices, continued while making and eating dinner, and while cleaning the dishes afterward. It seems they wanted dusk conditions to noise-track me, which is quite common for perp games and stunts.
04-28-2013
An 8km hike today, though not without its problems. It was a resumption of last week's hike where I "happened" to take the wrong trail, and of course, no sign posts anywhere. I took the plan B route, the seeming correct trail for a kilometer and encountered a stream of over 12" deep and 6' wide. I passed on wading it as I didn't want to fill my boots for the rest of the hike (3km on way, and then another 4km coming back).
And at the trailhead at 0930h on a Sunday, why, someone had a big yellow school bus parked there. I later encountered this party of 20 or so, and they seemed to be on a geological field trip. This isn't the first time a clusterfuck of standees has been encountered on a hiking trail, nor a bus-full of gangstalkers. Past encounters have been arranged when a bus-load of person disgorges just where I "happen" to be passing by, but it is the first for a bus-full on a hiking trail. And the first vehicle I see on my return at the hike`s end, why, a blue colored school bus.
This hike was in the region of White Lake, and I assume it was approved by the perps, especially considering there is a radio-telescope observatory there, aka, dish-farm. The E-W line of scuzzy ground is a row of telephone posts with horizontal wires strung between them. Might this be a correlating ground reading aerial field? I don't know as I am loathe to make too many technical speculations.
A double feature on a serial killer nurse on 60 Minutes tonight. The perps like me to watch Mystery Detectives and like true crime shows, so I wonder if the 60 Minutes piece is related. This, after getting me warmed up with winsome blonde anchor in the prior local newscast. And at least three ```bleed`` stories tonight (punctuation has gone on the fritz) on the said local news, also possibly linked to the later 60 Minutes piece. Anyhow, enough morbidity and to get this posted.
A Saturday, and an 0900h haircut and what an insane amount of gangstalking afterward. Even now, back at this motel suite for the winter, the noise is escalated as well as the tromping and pounding as they walk outside. And what is it about cutting the perps are so berserk about? From cutting cooked meat, vegetables, hair cuts, lawn cutting, plant pruning etc. the perps are absolutely fussed and frenetic about. They put on a stiff breeze for my post-hair cut errands I attended to, grocery shopping and clothing donations to Value Village. Serial streams of same colored vehicles too, at least six white vehicles in succession, and almost that bad for red colored vehicles, both at least 5x for a 20 min. trip. Even the left hand drive vehicles had to get in on it, parking next to me for crissakes, and then the driver sitting in the vehicle, doing squat.
Then a skunk on getting laundry going at 1100h, as both washing machines "happened" to be taken. This bullshit started a few weeks ago when I had no problem with finding an available washing machine every time for the last four months. Go figure, and not only that, there are less than half the vehicles there was a month ago.
I have been made to be totally slack in doing daily updates this week, and one can count on outside influence for that.
And noise convergence all of a sudden; male banter outside with an excessively giggly girl. Then the dog barking noise from the N neighbor also chimed in. And the apparent association of this? The noises erupted when I looked at a dairy-free chocolatier website, brown and red it was, so maybe it was the color combination too.
Other excitement for the perps tonight is that I waxed my hiking boots, which darkens them for a time, maybe a day or so. Any kind of slow color transitions get them worked up. Having my tea infuse and slowly turn amber is another occasion for extra perp noise, interventions, light flashes, maser balls zinging around and the like. The color transition of steeping tea is just too interesting for them. Such are the hyper-intrusions of all things banal or routine. And it gets worse from there, should I attempt something new, it invariably becomes a total harassment scene with relentless rage-ification fuckery.
Reflecting back on the week, the septic services came to pump out the tank three days ago at work (a vineyard). There was plenty of extra sit time for the tanker with its engine running outside, some 20 minutes for whatever reason. When I went outside, carrying two plastic 3/4" hoses, it was the moment that the owners converged in their RTV, and the driver of the septic services truck got out of his cab. Later in the day the perps forced me to take a crap and lo, if the toilet didn't back up, and stay that way for the next two days. Plunging doesn't help much, as so many of these new toilet designs don't have a round throat at the base of the bowl, so plungers and "one-second" gas cartridges don't seal and therefore don't clear the toilet like for circular designs. But as the peps have been screwing me over for blocked toilets since the Day of Abusive Infamy (see Eleven Years On), it could be all a faked game.
At yoga yesterday, the tattoo platoon was back in force, placing themselves about the exercise room once it was free. Even when I arrived and signed in, the male with the long hair and the gross tattoos on his chest and arm was initially loitering in the S aisle of the waiting area. By the time I looked up after signing in, there he was at the N wing where the coat rack is, and "coincidentally" where I was headed. This gangstalking creature was loitering there for no other purpose as there was no one else to talk to. He expressly walked 30' from the S end (where waiting people were congregated) and arranged to be the sole gangstalker/loiterer at the N end where I was headed next. I took off my coat, sweater and shoes while he was hanging around 6' away. After class, and when putting on my coat and shoes, and thinking I could get out without seeing this foul creature again, he "happened" to end up right behind me as I was holding the exit door open to see if anyone else was going to catch the door. Like WTF; if I don't like the sight of fucking tattoos, why am I hounded by wackos with this very condition they want me to see? Eleven years of this fucking abusive insanity, all over what I abhor, and sometimes what I like. Go fuck yourselves.
Also in yoga, another male, some 60 y.o. and one I hadn't seen before in his ridiculous baggy shorts at his knees, and pasty white legs, though shaven. He did at least a half dozen struts around his mat before being sure he had it in the right place, which I take to mean "see me" and like over-obvious strange behavior. That he was in staring mode each time I glanced over told me he was on the feed and acting for the perps' purpose. There was one mat space between him and me, and sure enough, after a minute or so of class time, a latecomer arrives between us.
That was Friday yoga, and it is becoming such a freakshow that I am going to go Mondays only, though I am sure the freakshow will follow me there, as in the past. Other related excitement for the perps was that I had a leg wax two hours before class. Ordinarily I get this done on Saturdays, but for reasons only the perps know, Saturday was busy and booked up (for the first time in the past year of attendance). I had to leave work early, and had been pumping red wine through a filter that somehow didn't work. All those red color transitions through stainless steel and plastic drums and vinyl hoses is just too exciting for the perps it would seem. And I suppose, whatever color reaction data they might have collected there, they wanted to correlate it (or use it in some way) for leg waxing and then yoga. Eleven years of this abusive insanity (theirs), and here they are fucking around with red colors still. (And sending red plasma beams across my keyboard as I type this).
The perps also started me on an imposed "need" to pluck the body hairs from around my nipples for whatever reason earlier this week, possibly as a "warm up" for the above mentioned full leg waxing. All those plucked hairs and disrupted cells must provide them with interesting biological energetic signatures. Then there is the new harassment adjunct of having plucked hairs refuse to let go of the tweezers, and they seem to come back again or otherwise re-arrive when I thought I had got rid of them in the sink. As I am getting inundated with more hairs coming in from nowhere, even after a shower, and they aren't colored like my own, why should I be so surprised that my own hairs have extra-conventional gravitic properties? And for the record, my nipples receive anywhere from 20 to 80 jabbings a day, coming from unseen sources and directions. The nipples region, even in males, has extra innervation in the brain, so the in situ brain/mind research model, (aka harassment and abuse campaign) seems to support that particular abuse.
Other games that are getting more harassment time this past week is screwing me over as to which browser I use for email. I use a browser that allows me to block ads, and when wanting to compose or return an email, my Yahoo email won't work. It varies; sometimes the Compose button won't work, or I cannot type anything in the To field or the Send button won't work. So I go to IE to reply to my email, and of course the corporate O/S company doesn't supply an ad blocker, so I get these animated ads either side of my Yahoo email page for the perp critical moment of sending email. More high excitement for the perps.
Similarly, for internet access; the constant shuffling of my aerial for internet access. First it works in the top USB port but this blocks the headphone jack. So I move it down 2" to the lower USB port and it works fine there too. Then it doesn't after a few days, so I move it to the top USB jack and it works fine again, even if it precludes music listening. Then after a few days neither works, so I use the local motel Wi-fi and it works for a few days. Then this ridiculous merry-go-round starts up again. There is nothing wrong with the cell phone reception here as my phone has four bars. And it is the same company that supplies these cell phone aerials and the same network. Anyhow, the signal path seems to be of acute interest to the perps, whether it via landline cable, landline twisted pair (traditional phone), cell phone and cell internet access. Round and round we go with different accompanying background noise, one being the yapping dudes who arrived suddenly at 1730h as I was finishing the last 20 min. of month-end updates on Quicken. Said background of dude yapping, and there had to be at least five different male voices, continued while making and eating dinner, and while cleaning the dishes afterward. It seems they wanted dusk conditions to noise-track me, which is quite common for perp games and stunts.
04-28-2013
An 8km hike today, though not without its problems. It was a resumption of last week's hike where I "happened" to take the wrong trail, and of course, no sign posts anywhere. I took the plan B route, the seeming correct trail for a kilometer and encountered a stream of over 12" deep and 6' wide. I passed on wading it as I didn't want to fill my boots for the rest of the hike (3km on way, and then another 4km coming back).
And at the trailhead at 0930h on a Sunday, why, someone had a big yellow school bus parked there. I later encountered this party of 20 or so, and they seemed to be on a geological field trip. This isn't the first time a clusterfuck of standees has been encountered on a hiking trail, nor a bus-full of gangstalkers. Past encounters have been arranged when a bus-load of person disgorges just where I "happen" to be passing by, but it is the first for a bus-full on a hiking trail. And the first vehicle I see on my return at the hike`s end, why, a blue colored school bus.
This hike was in the region of White Lake, and I assume it was approved by the perps, especially considering there is a radio-telescope observatory there, aka, dish-farm. The E-W line of scuzzy ground is a row of telephone posts with horizontal wires strung between them. Might this be a correlating ground reading aerial field? I don't know as I am loathe to make too many technical speculations.
A double feature on a serial killer nurse on 60 Minutes tonight. The perps like me to watch Mystery Detectives and like true crime shows, so I wonder if the 60 Minutes piece is related. This, after getting me warmed up with winsome blonde anchor in the prior local newscast. And at least three ```bleed`` stories tonight (punctuation has gone on the fritz) on the said local news, also possibly linked to the later 60 Minutes piece. Anyhow, enough morbidity and to get this posted.
Friday, February 22, 2008
New Pain for the Brain
1110h
AS I begin this I got a reflux burp whose contents were duly tasted in my mouth, amazing timing, given that starting and ending anything is a big event for the perps to noisestalk or otherwise deploy additional resources; masers, vision impairments, and pain, aka "phenomenon stalking".
I have a trio of ongoing pain games today; the back pain of two weeks ago "somehow" won't go away, and is always in place for getting up or going to bed, also a high noisestalk time. The baseless burn like pain on my right thigh continues off and on, and was joined by knee pain this morning, right through the right knee, and anytime I noted the pain returning through managed (read, externally controlled) shifting of my weight, why, more noisestalking erupted. The sickos seem to be attempting to determine my boundaries of noticing, hence this slow onset pain imposition. They do the same for annoying noises; they sustain the noise, and then noisestalk me at the moment I deem the noise to be annoying and worth plugging my ears for. All very consistent these days, this particular neurological function that they cannot yet fuck with. And as I type this, the mechanically sourced street whistles are going off in rapid succession; as they finished paving on the nearby street rip-up, one would think the noise would of abated, but no, it has increased.
The perps have taken to flashing me with more red plasma; even a subsecond exposure in my central vision is enough to piss me off, and they like to vary the size to see how sensitive I am to this color and all its possible physical parameters. Another game that is of increasing importance for the perps is crumb inundation; my gluten free bread is erupting in crumbs that "arrive" from nowhere, right before my very eyes. And this involves varying crumb colors; black, white, brown and even a near orange color. And if the dispersal pattern, crumb size and color wasn't enough of a game for these assholes, they added a 4" sunlight beam to cast over the plate as I was eating the toast with peanut butter and jam on it. This was another excuse to create grey (shadow) variations over the crumb field, adding yet more variability of physical properties into the analytical mix. Then, someone decided that wasn't enough fuckery, so they added a 4" black hair in my peanut butter to be extracted from the center of its mass, not appearing on the surface at all. I don't have black colored hair, and I have no idea where this would of come from, never minding that it "arrived" in the center of spread peanut butter, and somehow escaped scrutiny when in the jar and being spread. Most likely it arrived after the fact. The incongrous arrival of all hair, most often on just cleaned surfaces, including me, is assigned to the category of "dog hairs", an ironic name as there is no way all these hairs could come from me, though most are colored in the tones of my natural head hair.
1310h
My printer is under assault again, after working fine only a few days ago. It was a map that I wanted from Google, and lo, if it didn't "turn out" sketchy and barely readable. The perps have an ongoing fixation in "dimming down" the representation of things; pictures of known persons, now maps, and all the backlit lighting with intense sunlight being another variant of this fuckery. Obviously, seeing things normally is too much data at once for the assholes; in other words, the normal representation of things "needs" to be fucked with as they cannot handle it. Not my problem, so why am I being fucked with on account of a covert agency's problems, many of which they created in the early going of my developmental years?
The only answer to that is to have an over-revving engine sound off at the time of composing that rhetorical question, as if there is a drag strip around here and there isn't. The city blocks are short and all intersections within two blocks are controlled by traffic lights. Now it is time for the tree chippers to make noise, the steady hum of this morning that is repeating after lunch. Another "response" I got was two flashes of light across my wall and this LCD display, a virtual impossibility being six stories up if one suggests that it was "extraneous" reflections from passing vehicles.
Anyhow, I am off to help out a move; a whole bunch of brown colored boxes to lug and hug, and I know how the perps like to move me around, and this is one of their favorite pastimes; playing with brown objects for them to measure me with. Another example of their "problems", is that they cannot get enough of this color around me, having holed all my brown colored garments.
1415h
Start the noise, I just started to blog again; that is how it goes these days; boundless fascination with everything I do, think or say. Even those terms are absent of meaning, as I suspect nearly all of it is planted per script. They always have gangstalkers in place for every "impetuous" or evasive move I take, though it is easier to monitor me without a vehicle. Such is my lot; a playground for organized psychopaths to play with me, down to whacking me in the dick while shaving this morning. The perps have a inordinant fixation on me shaving, and this task seems to give them trouble in monitoring me as much as they would like. Ergo, enrage the victim again, and all the better when it is done in the mirror, something that is predictable as gangstalking in public, or pounding the ceiling, now in all of the past 8 locations where I have lived with overhead "neighbors". Anyhow, I am off to help out with a move, and this will likely bring more stories to brighten up my existence.
1800h
I am back from my moving helping. The big deal is for the perps to get plenty of brown colored objects near my head, and they succeeded; boxes, particle board furniture and wood all served their purpose. Then some vehicular travel was needed to drop off the UHaul trailer and move more items into storage. I was a passenger in a bright red Honda, and that was plenty of reason to lay on the vehicular gangstalking in substantial numbers. The storage moving took no time, and I was dropped off at my door. There was a "need" for extra paper work, and lo, if hundreds of vehicles didn't pass my while we were waiting amazingly arranged to be driving in front of green and white PVC pipes arranged oppositely. That the pipes were 80' away, and that the perps needed a narrowed view of the loading bay for this vehicular gangstalking to unfold, tells me they have a long way to go. This was essentially emulating the neighborhood dig-ups where they laid green PVC pipe down, only in the horizontal. Essentially, the perps have no fucking idea as to how I energetically react to PVC pipe in all its various colors. And it was no surprise that piece of red plastic "arrived" while we were waiting for the employer to finish up at the storage business office. It was a diversion, and that was about the extent of it, save the helicopters.
While moving the belongings the perps put on a helicopter to loiter for some ten minutes overhead, a large Sikorsky type identical in sound and appearance to those of two days ago, and three days ago. Later, at the storage lockers, the perps put on a smaller black bubble cabin helicopter, perhaps as some relief from using the same one. Who knows, but whoever has arranged them also knows that I like them, which is unlikely to be the sole reason they were arranged. That helicopters play such a large role in other TI's and abductee's harassment, I sense there is more to to it. Perhaps they create a votex that is of interest for disturbing other etheric vortex energies to aid in remotely detecting the few mind control energies they have not yet mastered.
Other events in the moving helping that seemed curiously strange were: taking the trailer into the driveway and then reversing out again and backing it in so the rear door was facing the path into the house- surely to fuck this could of been figured out before they arrived, like every move I have participated in before. I also had a ride in a red vehicle, and when parked among the red-orange UHaul trucks and trailers I also seemed to be bait for some young women gangstalkers "hanging around" in the UHaul driveway, slowly trolling by with a red leather handbag. The driver of the red vehicle claimed not to know where the storage site was and had to pull over and spend some time on the cell phone. This led to the unusual event for me to be in a vehicle parked at the roadside while huge streams of gangstalking and color arranged traffic passed by, and was opposite of a concrete manufacturing operation. There was the other helper, in a red colored waffle shirt, seemed to be strangely familiar, not unlike the intersection assailant last year. Then, when waiting while all the vehicles passed by in front of the two colored PVC pipes, the jawing got onto the topic of rare metals and how even aluminum ladders were being stolen for scrap value. (Ladders are a very common vehicle adornment in this city for seeming harassment operations). Other metals that got a mention were one of the perps favorites, copper. And of course I had been fed recent news stories on automotive catalytic converter theft for their platinum value, surely a big gimme for the script, something that I was screwed out of knowing at the time. Normally the perps let me run my own thoughts as to "this is a setup", or "this was recently planted", and yet they fucked me out of knowing that I was a mind control fuckee when talking about these scripted news stories. Normally the perps let me run this "alernate channel", but fucked me out of if while helping out.
1910h
I have been reading from the Thomas Townsend Brown biography site, a work in progress. I have one blog posted that details a long list of similarities between his habits in the course of being a researcher/physist and that very little is known about him. Anyhow, the perps find much to noisestalk me while I am reading the story, and I have no idea why, as I often get noisestalked when I read a name, be it a celebrity, city or geographic name, or even if the person has deceased. So it would seem that troving through biographies is a big event for the perps, and it is mighty curious as to what is going on. The planted message is that they work for the "boy scouts", a metaphor for being honest and progressive, but that is about the last characterization I would assign to them. I have mentioned past news events, many of them of tragic proportions, where their dark hand maybe at work or is at least oddly coincidental to what they do to me. I don't want to get into all the "designed coincidences" that I suspect as it is too detailed for presentation here. Suffice to say, there is a significant amount of world events reported in the news that seem to me at least, to be managed or arranged for more perp research fitting with what they do to me, or allow me to know about.
2210h
It is knee torquing torture time; that part of the day when my lower leg gets twisted by unseen forces to then put pressure on my knee joint. I shift around and poof, it is over for a minute or less when they get right back at it.
2235h
I have been getting the forced foot twitches, usually simultaneously when a new web page displays, typically with a still photo of someone in the film business, that being the nature of the blogs I was reading at the time. As mentioned above, it isn't always important that I know who the person is, the perps find that just as fascinating.
Time to bail and call this bloggable.
AS I begin this I got a reflux burp whose contents were duly tasted in my mouth, amazing timing, given that starting and ending anything is a big event for the perps to noisestalk or otherwise deploy additional resources; masers, vision impairments, and pain, aka "phenomenon stalking".
I have a trio of ongoing pain games today; the back pain of two weeks ago "somehow" won't go away, and is always in place for getting up or going to bed, also a high noisestalk time. The baseless burn like pain on my right thigh continues off and on, and was joined by knee pain this morning, right through the right knee, and anytime I noted the pain returning through managed (read, externally controlled) shifting of my weight, why, more noisestalking erupted. The sickos seem to be attempting to determine my boundaries of noticing, hence this slow onset pain imposition. They do the same for annoying noises; they sustain the noise, and then noisestalk me at the moment I deem the noise to be annoying and worth plugging my ears for. All very consistent these days, this particular neurological function that they cannot yet fuck with. And as I type this, the mechanically sourced street whistles are going off in rapid succession; as they finished paving on the nearby street rip-up, one would think the noise would of abated, but no, it has increased.
The perps have taken to flashing me with more red plasma; even a subsecond exposure in my central vision is enough to piss me off, and they like to vary the size to see how sensitive I am to this color and all its possible physical parameters. Another game that is of increasing importance for the perps is crumb inundation; my gluten free bread is erupting in crumbs that "arrive" from nowhere, right before my very eyes. And this involves varying crumb colors; black, white, brown and even a near orange color. And if the dispersal pattern, crumb size and color wasn't enough of a game for these assholes, they added a 4" sunlight beam to cast over the plate as I was eating the toast with peanut butter and jam on it. This was another excuse to create grey (shadow) variations over the crumb field, adding yet more variability of physical properties into the analytical mix. Then, someone decided that wasn't enough fuckery, so they added a 4" black hair in my peanut butter to be extracted from the center of its mass, not appearing on the surface at all. I don't have black colored hair, and I have no idea where this would of come from, never minding that it "arrived" in the center of spread peanut butter, and somehow escaped scrutiny when in the jar and being spread. Most likely it arrived after the fact. The incongrous arrival of all hair, most often on just cleaned surfaces, including me, is assigned to the category of "dog hairs", an ironic name as there is no way all these hairs could come from me, though most are colored in the tones of my natural head hair.
1310h
My printer is under assault again, after working fine only a few days ago. It was a map that I wanted from Google, and lo, if it didn't "turn out" sketchy and barely readable. The perps have an ongoing fixation in "dimming down" the representation of things; pictures of known persons, now maps, and all the backlit lighting with intense sunlight being another variant of this fuckery. Obviously, seeing things normally is too much data at once for the assholes; in other words, the normal representation of things "needs" to be fucked with as they cannot handle it. Not my problem, so why am I being fucked with on account of a covert agency's problems, many of which they created in the early going of my developmental years?
The only answer to that is to have an over-revving engine sound off at the time of composing that rhetorical question, as if there is a drag strip around here and there isn't. The city blocks are short and all intersections within two blocks are controlled by traffic lights. Now it is time for the tree chippers to make noise, the steady hum of this morning that is repeating after lunch. Another "response" I got was two flashes of light across my wall and this LCD display, a virtual impossibility being six stories up if one suggests that it was "extraneous" reflections from passing vehicles.
Anyhow, I am off to help out a move; a whole bunch of brown colored boxes to lug and hug, and I know how the perps like to move me around, and this is one of their favorite pastimes; playing with brown objects for them to measure me with. Another example of their "problems", is that they cannot get enough of this color around me, having holed all my brown colored garments.
1415h
Start the noise, I just started to blog again; that is how it goes these days; boundless fascination with everything I do, think or say. Even those terms are absent of meaning, as I suspect nearly all of it is planted per script. They always have gangstalkers in place for every "impetuous" or evasive move I take, though it is easier to monitor me without a vehicle. Such is my lot; a playground for organized psychopaths to play with me, down to whacking me in the dick while shaving this morning. The perps have a inordinant fixation on me shaving, and this task seems to give them trouble in monitoring me as much as they would like. Ergo, enrage the victim again, and all the better when it is done in the mirror, something that is predictable as gangstalking in public, or pounding the ceiling, now in all of the past 8 locations where I have lived with overhead "neighbors". Anyhow, I am off to help out with a move, and this will likely bring more stories to brighten up my existence.
1800h
I am back from my moving helping. The big deal is for the perps to get plenty of brown colored objects near my head, and they succeeded; boxes, particle board furniture and wood all served their purpose. Then some vehicular travel was needed to drop off the UHaul trailer and move more items into storage. I was a passenger in a bright red Honda, and that was plenty of reason to lay on the vehicular gangstalking in substantial numbers. The storage moving took no time, and I was dropped off at my door. There was a "need" for extra paper work, and lo, if hundreds of vehicles didn't pass my while we were waiting amazingly arranged to be driving in front of green and white PVC pipes arranged oppositely. That the pipes were 80' away, and that the perps needed a narrowed view of the loading bay for this vehicular gangstalking to unfold, tells me they have a long way to go. This was essentially emulating the neighborhood dig-ups where they laid green PVC pipe down, only in the horizontal. Essentially, the perps have no fucking idea as to how I energetically react to PVC pipe in all its various colors. And it was no surprise that piece of red plastic "arrived" while we were waiting for the employer to finish up at the storage business office. It was a diversion, and that was about the extent of it, save the helicopters.
While moving the belongings the perps put on a helicopter to loiter for some ten minutes overhead, a large Sikorsky type identical in sound and appearance to those of two days ago, and three days ago. Later, at the storage lockers, the perps put on a smaller black bubble cabin helicopter, perhaps as some relief from using the same one. Who knows, but whoever has arranged them also knows that I like them, which is unlikely to be the sole reason they were arranged. That helicopters play such a large role in other TI's and abductee's harassment, I sense there is more to to it. Perhaps they create a votex that is of interest for disturbing other etheric vortex energies to aid in remotely detecting the few mind control energies they have not yet mastered.
Other events in the moving helping that seemed curiously strange were: taking the trailer into the driveway and then reversing out again and backing it in so the rear door was facing the path into the house- surely to fuck this could of been figured out before they arrived, like every move I have participated in before. I also had a ride in a red vehicle, and when parked among the red-orange UHaul trucks and trailers I also seemed to be bait for some young women gangstalkers "hanging around" in the UHaul driveway, slowly trolling by with a red leather handbag. The driver of the red vehicle claimed not to know where the storage site was and had to pull over and spend some time on the cell phone. This led to the unusual event for me to be in a vehicle parked at the roadside while huge streams of gangstalking and color arranged traffic passed by, and was opposite of a concrete manufacturing operation. There was the other helper, in a red colored waffle shirt, seemed to be strangely familiar, not unlike the intersection assailant last year. Then, when waiting while all the vehicles passed by in front of the two colored PVC pipes, the jawing got onto the topic of rare metals and how even aluminum ladders were being stolen for scrap value. (Ladders are a very common vehicle adornment in this city for seeming harassment operations). Other metals that got a mention were one of the perps favorites, copper. And of course I had been fed recent news stories on automotive catalytic converter theft for their platinum value, surely a big gimme for the script, something that I was screwed out of knowing at the time. Normally the perps let me run my own thoughts as to "this is a setup", or "this was recently planted", and yet they fucked me out of knowing that I was a mind control fuckee when talking about these scripted news stories. Normally the perps let me run this "alernate channel", but fucked me out of if while helping out.
1910h
I have been reading from the Thomas Townsend Brown biography site, a work in progress. I have one blog posted that details a long list of similarities between his habits in the course of being a researcher/physist and that very little is known about him. Anyhow, the perps find much to noisestalk me while I am reading the story, and I have no idea why, as I often get noisestalked when I read a name, be it a celebrity, city or geographic name, or even if the person has deceased. So it would seem that troving through biographies is a big event for the perps, and it is mighty curious as to what is going on. The planted message is that they work for the "boy scouts", a metaphor for being honest and progressive, but that is about the last characterization I would assign to them. I have mentioned past news events, many of them of tragic proportions, where their dark hand maybe at work or is at least oddly coincidental to what they do to me. I don't want to get into all the "designed coincidences" that I suspect as it is too detailed for presentation here. Suffice to say, there is a significant amount of world events reported in the news that seem to me at least, to be managed or arranged for more perp research fitting with what they do to me, or allow me to know about.
2210h
It is knee torquing torture time; that part of the day when my lower leg gets twisted by unseen forces to then put pressure on my knee joint. I shift around and poof, it is over for a minute or less when they get right back at it.
2235h
I have been getting the forced foot twitches, usually simultaneously when a new web page displays, typically with a still photo of someone in the film business, that being the nature of the blogs I was reading at the time. As mentioned above, it isn't always important that I know who the person is, the perps find that just as fascinating.
Time to bail and call this bloggable.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
On With the Grind
1120h
I have been getting the outside construction grinding noise all morning, since I got up at 0745h, and it has continued through laundry and the rage-ification stunts that the perps have put me through. I also got a case of the Pseudosweats, the remotely imposed condition where I am sweating profusely for no reason whatsoever. Part of the game is to play along, and then poof, the condition is abated. Today's Pseudosweat "abatement" games were to have me use a fresh towel to wipe the sweat off, (other two same color towels in the laundry) and then open the window to then hear the grinding noise louder, and have the vibrations penetrate the apartment. This is the usual pattern; set up a constant noise that creates vibration, but with the windows closed, and then a day or two later, the window is opened because of the planted notion of "needing" to cool the apartment down. And by dint of coincidence, it is sunny today, the first in a week or so.
And to add to the noise, vibrations and now vortex action, the vacuum cleaner has started up in the hallway as I am typing this. Perhaps they will finally clean up that trail of white plastic refuse that stretches from my door way to the laundry room, and is likely serving as some kind of color and material type (plastics) reference as I pass by. Regular readers will recall past white plastic "chads" being placed outside my door in my last two residence locations.
And I am also getting an intermittent tapping noise that "happens" during the ongoing grinding noise. This particular noise was also part of the 15 months I stayed at the residence location from 05-2005 to 08-2006, the 10 story apartment block with no one in it but me, and perhaps the "manager". This skinheaded dude (manager) who knew who I was before I met him, was giving me the smirk while passing by. Which, I suppose, confirms just what I mentioned, if I was the only one living in the building, then it was very likely that he knew more about me than I am allowed to know.
Another odd item that "showed up" this morning was a 20" long black hair in the bedsheets, and as I regularly launder them, and have no visitors who even sit on the bed, I have no idea where this would of come from. That statement is not entirely correct; I have a notion that the hair may have come from the perps magical abilities to deliver body or head hair anywhere and anytime they want, and there is a further rumoured (planted) notion as to whose it may be, but I am not going to get into yet more highly speculative statements on this one.
When cleaning the bathroom this morning I was also treated to the "dog hair" assaults, where this body hair, looking like mine, "somehow" arrives just ahead or just after cleaning a surface or object in the bathroom. Once I counted over 40 "dog hair arrivals" on cleaned surfaces when cleaning the bathtub. There is a shimmery metallic maser apparition, and then when I look again, a "dog hair" has been deposited on the surface I am cleaning. I call these "dog hairs" to substantiate the concept that they don't come from me. I have never, ever shed hairs at such a rate, and never, ever been inundated with hairs while I am cleaning the bathroom. Yes, the hairs usually have the color and length that my body hairs do, but there is no way they are falling off me. I even get at least three instances of eyelash hairs around the bathroom sink or on my glasses per day, and if I was really shedding them at that rate I would not have any eyelashes remaining. My eye lash count is most often normal, save one instance over six months ago when it seemed that every other one had been plucked out.
1640h
I did the Tuesday yoga and then gym workout routine, as well as the half hour walk each way. It is the same old; 300 to 800 vehicles on gangstalking duty, clustered by color and type, as well as the myriad vehicles crossing my path, ahead of me or behind me. The red vehicles are clustered in groups of two through six, while the white and silver grey vehicles are clustered at first, then they are sent in singly as a reference for the grouped red, green and light metallic tan vehicles. And the parked vehicles are also ordered and coordinated, likely another 500 of them for the distance that I cover. I have placed pictures in past blogs, so I won't put any more in unless someone really wants them.
And the gym class didn't meet in the usual floor exercise room, but instead, an open area. This meant that the eight or so gangstalkers coursing around me while I was working out could then come and gangstalk me in the group of some 12 of us. I should of seen that one coming, but for the most part, all my defensive and anticipatory thoughts are governed, hence being constantly unaware of what is coming next.
There were more games with green shirts today; a young blonde woman with large breasts and her tongue hanging out was parading about, and then she chummed up with another young woman in a white top. The white topped woman would come to the adjacent machine and work out, and then go back to the green topped woman to meet up. A gangstalking tag team. The other lurking males, some in green shirts would putz around some 15' away, pretending to be busy, and only getting going on some equipment if I looked at them long enough. Then there was another tag teaming among the males; some would get on the equipment I had just vacated, and then meet up with another who had been gangstalking me earlier. At one point, some kid in a violet shirt was following me on the equipment that I used, and then he tag teamed with a old fart in a green shirt, and then next he was outside, making a troll behind the very location when I last saw him working out. I am getting scrambled as I attempt to describe the details, so I will leave it at that.
There were also two new workout class members, a couple as it seemed, which is highly irregular for us supposed day program "mental patients". The male was a big lumbering dude who I immediately recognized from the Seattle harassment days of 2002. Or more correctly, now that my recall can be messed with by remotely applied means, that just may be the planted notion. This dude goes way back into the early street battles with beams and pounding pain targeting, so I am not sure why he was there. Perhaps for recall bait only, though I didn't recognize the woman with him, even if she did smile at me.
As usual, some of the class members are on their own trajectory; arriving when the class is over, not coming to the group session, even if it was a gangstalking extravaganza in the open area and not the floor exercise room.
Currently, this LCD panel has been yellowized which is pissing me off. For segments of my walk back from the recreation center, the perps put a red plasma orb 4' in front of me, about 3" in diameter, and it kept it there and floated it over the concrete sidewalk. For some reason, and it may of been the perp's mindcontrolled reaction, this was pissing me off something fierce. I sense this immediate and intense reaction wasn't my own, as it was escalated from the usual fleeting plasma sightings that I get to one of the persistent ones that are the most bothersome.
I am being jerked with "helmet hair" as another perp instignated curse; this is where my wet hair "dries" as if it had styling gel in it, and then when I brush my dry hair, the "styling gel" immediately dissipates and my hair falls into its normal loose dry state. Anytime my hair gets sweat in it, or when wet from a shower, it takes on this compacted appearence until physically displaced. It used to be that the brown crumbs on my cheeks was the only thing to worry about before setting off, but a new nuisance has been added.
Another nuisance of greater significance of late is the fake touches that I get, usually about 30 to 50 a day. If my hand or arm is close to an object, but is not directly in my vision, I will often get a touch sensation as if I had blundered into the object. When I look, my hand will be still some 2" to 6" away, so I know that it wasn't me blundering into something, but some kind of remotely applied sensation just to piss me off. This fucking game is a constant scourge, and I cannot be left alone to do nothing, but am a target for the perp's sensory fuckaround games.
Today, there was another variant of the "stare at me" games that are going on; it is the flirting look from a passing female, usually under 30 y.o., and it really does make me wonder what the importance of this is. I am over 50 y.o., so I really don't think there is any chance this is truly flirtatious, so it must be a continuation of the staring game that goes on. It could be worse, say from the grey haired demographic detail that is put on wherever I go.
1900h
I had my dinnertime tortillas with a kale pesto instead of the tapenade or the guacamole; both latter choices were "missing" from the deli case today, and instead, there was this large brown cookie display. The olive oil games of late have not gone unnoticed; the same tapenade dyed the olive oil golden yellow or orange, depending on the tub, although both were identical, and tonight's kale tapenade dyed the olive oil a dark green which flowed out in copious amounts. Back to olive oil games again. Funny how my parents have a bottle permanently on their counter and yet never use it. Not a big deal for me, but the perps have had an olive oil fixation for a long time, and I suspect that it isn't over yet. And two like metallic green sedans were parked on the street, in file, to honor the green olive oil games, and no doubt there is greater significance in this than coincidence. Small games for small minds.
2115h
The noisestalking comes in fits and starts; the item that I am reading at the moment it starts up varies considerably. It can be a web page change, or specific trigger words which I will not repeat here to avoid another round of intensified noisestalking.
I noted that the perps put up two ceiling hooks in the bathroom overnight, one on each side of the light, S. side, and N. side. Both are black colored with a sloppy swatch of light colored ceiling paint on them. When I moved in there was a white colored ceiling hook over my bed in the living area. Within a week, a black ceiling hook "arrived" overnight some 6' away in a mirror image position, near this desk unit I am using. I can only assume these are for color referencing purposes, and that the nature of this activity has increased.
I am vehicularly gangstalked by more mid-grey colored vehicles, as if a grey scale testing is being done. The silver grey, white and black colored vehicles are very commonly clustered or at each end of a vehicle train, but of late, there have been many more grey variations, usually with a metallic (or metal flake like) finish. I suspect the metallic finish offers more color and reflectance variations for the perp's games endless color stalking games that go on.
2245h
Time to call this a wrap, after enjoying more Youtube clips of Neko Case. An while with the headphones I got the floor vibration treatment from the perps to remind me that I cannot go away to musicland for even five minutes before I am reminded that I am under the surveillance microscope. The "shakes" as I also call them, are when they shake the floor beneath my chair and ensure that my entire body feels this latest round of intrusion into my personal life, if there ever was such a concept.
Another "crumb story", this one at breakfast; they put two pairs of white crumbs, subpinhead size, on my coffee mugm one pair at each side of my mouth position, and of each pair, one was on the inside, and the other on the outside of the mug. One cannot get anymore scientific and methodical than that, which means we are well down the road of having no ostensible cause to all these events, "crumbinality" being only one of many hundreds.
I have been getting the outside construction grinding noise all morning, since I got up at 0745h, and it has continued through laundry and the rage-ification stunts that the perps have put me through. I also got a case of the Pseudosweats, the remotely imposed condition where I am sweating profusely for no reason whatsoever. Part of the game is to play along, and then poof, the condition is abated. Today's Pseudosweat "abatement" games were to have me use a fresh towel to wipe the sweat off, (other two same color towels in the laundry) and then open the window to then hear the grinding noise louder, and have the vibrations penetrate the apartment. This is the usual pattern; set up a constant noise that creates vibration, but with the windows closed, and then a day or two later, the window is opened because of the planted notion of "needing" to cool the apartment down. And by dint of coincidence, it is sunny today, the first in a week or so.
And to add to the noise, vibrations and now vortex action, the vacuum cleaner has started up in the hallway as I am typing this. Perhaps they will finally clean up that trail of white plastic refuse that stretches from my door way to the laundry room, and is likely serving as some kind of color and material type (plastics) reference as I pass by. Regular readers will recall past white plastic "chads" being placed outside my door in my last two residence locations.
And I am also getting an intermittent tapping noise that "happens" during the ongoing grinding noise. This particular noise was also part of the 15 months I stayed at the residence location from 05-2005 to 08-2006, the 10 story apartment block with no one in it but me, and perhaps the "manager". This skinheaded dude (manager) who knew who I was before I met him, was giving me the smirk while passing by. Which, I suppose, confirms just what I mentioned, if I was the only one living in the building, then it was very likely that he knew more about me than I am allowed to know.
Another odd item that "showed up" this morning was a 20" long black hair in the bedsheets, and as I regularly launder them, and have no visitors who even sit on the bed, I have no idea where this would of come from. That statement is not entirely correct; I have a notion that the hair may have come from the perps magical abilities to deliver body or head hair anywhere and anytime they want, and there is a further rumoured (planted) notion as to whose it may be, but I am not going to get into yet more highly speculative statements on this one.
When cleaning the bathroom this morning I was also treated to the "dog hair" assaults, where this body hair, looking like mine, "somehow" arrives just ahead or just after cleaning a surface or object in the bathroom. Once I counted over 40 "dog hair arrivals" on cleaned surfaces when cleaning the bathtub. There is a shimmery metallic maser apparition, and then when I look again, a "dog hair" has been deposited on the surface I am cleaning. I call these "dog hairs" to substantiate the concept that they don't come from me. I have never, ever shed hairs at such a rate, and never, ever been inundated with hairs while I am cleaning the bathroom. Yes, the hairs usually have the color and length that my body hairs do, but there is no way they are falling off me. I even get at least three instances of eyelash hairs around the bathroom sink or on my glasses per day, and if I was really shedding them at that rate I would not have any eyelashes remaining. My eye lash count is most often normal, save one instance over six months ago when it seemed that every other one had been plucked out.
1640h
I did the Tuesday yoga and then gym workout routine, as well as the half hour walk each way. It is the same old; 300 to 800 vehicles on gangstalking duty, clustered by color and type, as well as the myriad vehicles crossing my path, ahead of me or behind me. The red vehicles are clustered in groups of two through six, while the white and silver grey vehicles are clustered at first, then they are sent in singly as a reference for the grouped red, green and light metallic tan vehicles. And the parked vehicles are also ordered and coordinated, likely another 500 of them for the distance that I cover. I have placed pictures in past blogs, so I won't put any more in unless someone really wants them.
And the gym class didn't meet in the usual floor exercise room, but instead, an open area. This meant that the eight or so gangstalkers coursing around me while I was working out could then come and gangstalk me in the group of some 12 of us. I should of seen that one coming, but for the most part, all my defensive and anticipatory thoughts are governed, hence being constantly unaware of what is coming next.
There were more games with green shirts today; a young blonde woman with large breasts and her tongue hanging out was parading about, and then she chummed up with another young woman in a white top. The white topped woman would come to the adjacent machine and work out, and then go back to the green topped woman to meet up. A gangstalking tag team. The other lurking males, some in green shirts would putz around some 15' away, pretending to be busy, and only getting going on some equipment if I looked at them long enough. Then there was another tag teaming among the males; some would get on the equipment I had just vacated, and then meet up with another who had been gangstalking me earlier. At one point, some kid in a violet shirt was following me on the equipment that I used, and then he tag teamed with a old fart in a green shirt, and then next he was outside, making a troll behind the very location when I last saw him working out. I am getting scrambled as I attempt to describe the details, so I will leave it at that.
There were also two new workout class members, a couple as it seemed, which is highly irregular for us supposed day program "mental patients". The male was a big lumbering dude who I immediately recognized from the Seattle harassment days of 2002. Or more correctly, now that my recall can be messed with by remotely applied means, that just may be the planted notion. This dude goes way back into the early street battles with beams and pounding pain targeting, so I am not sure why he was there. Perhaps for recall bait only, though I didn't recognize the woman with him, even if she did smile at me.
As usual, some of the class members are on their own trajectory; arriving when the class is over, not coming to the group session, even if it was a gangstalking extravaganza in the open area and not the floor exercise room.
Currently, this LCD panel has been yellowized which is pissing me off. For segments of my walk back from the recreation center, the perps put a red plasma orb 4' in front of me, about 3" in diameter, and it kept it there and floated it over the concrete sidewalk. For some reason, and it may of been the perp's mindcontrolled reaction, this was pissing me off something fierce. I sense this immediate and intense reaction wasn't my own, as it was escalated from the usual fleeting plasma sightings that I get to one of the persistent ones that are the most bothersome.
I am being jerked with "helmet hair" as another perp instignated curse; this is where my wet hair "dries" as if it had styling gel in it, and then when I brush my dry hair, the "styling gel" immediately dissipates and my hair falls into its normal loose dry state. Anytime my hair gets sweat in it, or when wet from a shower, it takes on this compacted appearence until physically displaced. It used to be that the brown crumbs on my cheeks was the only thing to worry about before setting off, but a new nuisance has been added.
Another nuisance of greater significance of late is the fake touches that I get, usually about 30 to 50 a day. If my hand or arm is close to an object, but is not directly in my vision, I will often get a touch sensation as if I had blundered into the object. When I look, my hand will be still some 2" to 6" away, so I know that it wasn't me blundering into something, but some kind of remotely applied sensation just to piss me off. This fucking game is a constant scourge, and I cannot be left alone to do nothing, but am a target for the perp's sensory fuckaround games.
Today, there was another variant of the "stare at me" games that are going on; it is the flirting look from a passing female, usually under 30 y.o., and it really does make me wonder what the importance of this is. I am over 50 y.o., so I really don't think there is any chance this is truly flirtatious, so it must be a continuation of the staring game that goes on. It could be worse, say from the grey haired demographic detail that is put on wherever I go.
1900h
I had my dinnertime tortillas with a kale pesto instead of the tapenade or the guacamole; both latter choices were "missing" from the deli case today, and instead, there was this large brown cookie display. The olive oil games of late have not gone unnoticed; the same tapenade dyed the olive oil golden yellow or orange, depending on the tub, although both were identical, and tonight's kale tapenade dyed the olive oil a dark green which flowed out in copious amounts. Back to olive oil games again. Funny how my parents have a bottle permanently on their counter and yet never use it. Not a big deal for me, but the perps have had an olive oil fixation for a long time, and I suspect that it isn't over yet. And two like metallic green sedans were parked on the street, in file, to honor the green olive oil games, and no doubt there is greater significance in this than coincidence. Small games for small minds.
2115h
The noisestalking comes in fits and starts; the item that I am reading at the moment it starts up varies considerably. It can be a web page change, or specific trigger words which I will not repeat here to avoid another round of intensified noisestalking.
I noted that the perps put up two ceiling hooks in the bathroom overnight, one on each side of the light, S. side, and N. side. Both are black colored with a sloppy swatch of light colored ceiling paint on them. When I moved in there was a white colored ceiling hook over my bed in the living area. Within a week, a black ceiling hook "arrived" overnight some 6' away in a mirror image position, near this desk unit I am using. I can only assume these are for color referencing purposes, and that the nature of this activity has increased.
I am vehicularly gangstalked by more mid-grey colored vehicles, as if a grey scale testing is being done. The silver grey, white and black colored vehicles are very commonly clustered or at each end of a vehicle train, but of late, there have been many more grey variations, usually with a metallic (or metal flake like) finish. I suspect the metallic finish offers more color and reflectance variations for the perp's games endless color stalking games that go on.
2245h
Time to call this a wrap, after enjoying more Youtube clips of Neko Case. An while with the headphones I got the floor vibration treatment from the perps to remind me that I cannot go away to musicland for even five minutes before I am reminded that I am under the surveillance microscope. The "shakes" as I also call them, are when they shake the floor beneath my chair and ensure that my entire body feels this latest round of intrusion into my personal life, if there ever was such a concept.
Another "crumb story", this one at breakfast; they put two pairs of white crumbs, subpinhead size, on my coffee mugm one pair at each side of my mouth position, and of each pair, one was on the inside, and the other on the outside of the mug. One cannot get anymore scientific and methodical than that, which means we are well down the road of having no ostensible cause to all these events, "crumbinality" being only one of many hundreds.
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