04-16-2019
That would be Monday, April 15 that Penticton made the news, even the national news here in Canada. This iposting is authored a day later as I just got back to my residence in Penticton; I was in Kelowna when all this happened, and I will explain my concurrent circumstances below.
And what happened was a targeted vendetta type murder of four people in three locations and that the perpetrator turned himself into the police all by himself afterward. Here on Castanet, the Okanagan Valley's online news and events site are the main details. (Or here at the Penticton Herald article). And the day after, the perpetrator gets his first court appearance. The first victim happened to be pruning shrubs at the moment of his sudden demise, and it "so happens" that I have been pruning vineyards at this time of year for the past seven years. Hmm.... Obviously much more is to come to learn just what was the motivation, but our dear RCMP (Royal Canadian Mendacious Plods) aren't going to release any victim names because it is not needed for the investigation they say. The perpetrator is a former city engineer, now retired, and is said to be a gentle person. Not your usual mass shooter for sure.
And the local TV news also dwelled on an prior targeted local (Salmon Arm) murder of a church elder, who was shot at a church service (April 14) no less. This some three weeks after his house was burned down.
Another major event on April 15 was the fire at Notre Dame Cathedral,
interspersed with the above local murder stories. And what the wretched
media didn't report was there there have been a string of prior fires at Roman Catholic churches in France
in the past year, and the Notre Dame cathedral fire just might of not
been an accident. The chickens have come home to roost, et alors, ne
rien.
All this occurred while I was in Kelowna on the operating table for surgery, and after recovery time, it was 5 hours of elapsed time. The operation was successful and I had to stay at a guest home in Kelowna last night. It was there on television that I learned of the shooting in my home town. So the timing was this; surgery started at about 0800h, and so while I was away, being operated on and under general anesthetic, why, these murderous ructions erupted some 75km away in my home town. When I was first cognitive in the recovery room it was 1110h. An interesting coincidence that, but that is where I am going to leave it. Most regular readers will know what I think of coincidences in this kept state of being a TI.
And attempting to get to Kelowna Sunday night (April 14) was another coincidence eruption. The 97 Hwy was blocked due to a tandem tractor trailer truck not making a sweeping bend and then went out of control and hit an oncoming passenger vehicle. The southbound tandem truck was hauling a load of dimension lumber that spilled over the road. I was attempting to drive to Kelowna (northbound) and stay over that night and be ready, and in town for the surgery. But to no avail as the traffic advisory notice indicated a 5 hour delay. Once I turned around and got back home, why, the traffic advisory indicated single lane alternating traffic. This forced me to get up early at 0430h as I did not know for sure that the road was clear, or if blocked, and it gave me some time to get to Kelowna via an alternate route if needed. By the time I passed the accident site the next morning, all four lanes were clear and there was only a pile of lumber on the side of the road. Exemplary road maintenance for sure, but while no one was killed, I am quite sure there were some life-altering injuries. In the least, from the perp perspective, it was a case of their fuckery to cause me to travel part way, and then return; a dashed expectations stunt perhaps. A sure fire habit of theirs.
In the recovery room at the hospital, and while coming to after the general anesthetic, why, the masers came on, zinging around as fuzzy blackish balls in all manner of directions. Just to say perhaps, "hi there, we are still with you". Something like that. The staff were great, save perhaps the one male doing spread legs (while seated) in front of me, he being the anesthesiologist, the keeper of the patient (me) while being operated on. That he had to come twice to visit me in the waiting area pre-operation was a little curious after he got all he needed to know from me and whatever the nurse wrote down. The perps love doing repeats of particular themes, and the male postures and vignettes (think of abuse situations here), have been a long running theme these past 17 years of harassment abuse at the hands of the perps.
As I have written many times in past postings, it would seem that the perps (among many other objectives) are attempting to elicit abreactions (subconscious trauma responses) that they likely had a hand in making during the three years they wiped most of my recall when aged 2 to 5. I wouldn't be the first child to have been treated as such, as Ann Diamond, a Canadian author was also subjected to recall deletions at that same location and approximate time. That being the infamous McGill University, Montreal, under the atrocities perpetrated by Dr. Ewen Cameron's (and staff) misguided, if not utterly egregious mind control experiments, many of which were perpetrated on children. In Ann Diamond's case, her parents were astute and took action when they suspected something was amiss. As for my parents, I consider them as assholes to be witting and willing dipshits to hand their first born child to a doctor (for no clinical cause) who knew utter shit about neurology (or psychiatry), and was a better political player than anything else. And who exactly got cured anyhow? (Assuming that there was a prior complaint in the first place,- which would not be children).
And given other Canadian atrocities, such as the Residential Schools, why hasn't there been any Royal Commission to investigate this? And ditto for the Duplessis Orphans of Quebec of that same time, who in part, were served up as child subjects for Dr. Ewen Cameron, as well as sponsoring terminal experimentation on children in many other Roman Catholic hospitals in Quebec. The last I heard was that the Duplessis Orphans had to go to the UN to seek investigative action against the Canadian government who are digging in their heels. Not so for the Residential Schools issue, where the politicians are falling all over each other to make "apologies". Maybe it is that the native Indians get more news coverage in the government sponsored media for some reason.
And April 15, 2019 also marked the day of the 17th anniversary that the Psychopathic Perp assholes invaded my apartment and rained down abuse and torture of the most unconventional kind. There was a week prior of everyone staring at me at work for no reason whatsoever, and the Ms. C of the story (41pp.) also got into the act of tipping me off to raise my angst all the more as to just what was going to come down. Come down they did; someone was obviously in my apartment when I returned April 14, (or else it was made to look that way by way of telekinetic fuckery). If you want a long read it is all there.
04-18-2019
I am feeling better, less sore, and even sustained a morning long effort in getting all my medical expenses for 2018 ordered and organized in a spread sheet for income tax return purposes. It was permissible to take my first shower, and that I did.
I watched two more episodes of Spartacus last night, and lo, if I didn't have vivid dreams that I was in a like situation, save the lewdity and naked nymphs (unfortunately). Funny how I did not have dreams of Monty Python vignettes when I was binge watching them earlier this year. I could of done with more of that.
I did two outings in my vehicle this afternoon to do errands and grocery shopping. This would be my first local outing (driving, parking, and shopping) since the surgery in my town, and what a almighty full-on clusterfuck of a gangstalking it was on both occasions. And of some note, I wore a blue and grey fleece jacket for the first time as it had been sitting around for at least four years and I "found" it ahead of going out. It is the perfect weather to be wearing such, another mighty fine coincidence, and so I wore it for both outings.
The vehicular gangstalking traffic was at least 20 vehicle long trains, and add in the odd oncoming rube who just wouldn't stop for a late yellow when I waiting to turn and he barrelled through. I gave him the finger for that one (which I rarely do) as it was so outrageously blatant, besides holding me up from making my L turn, which ended up on the red light. Said rube seemed to be unusually ready for my finger and gave one back almost immediately. Curious that. And they kept me for two traffic cycles at the main Hwy and town junction, a rarity that I hadn't experienced in all my seven years of living here. And the same late yellow light running shit again at this same intersection (Hwy 97 and Ekhardt) when I went on my second outing which repeated much the same route and two stops of the f
The Main Street was also plugged with vehicular gangtalking trains of 20 or more, two lanes wide in many places. The ambulatory gangstalkers were also all over my ass at LD and SOF. Funny how they know in advance exactly where I am going and post a Fuckwit or three at that exact store location. (A product shelf location or obstructing egress often at an aisle end). At least they removed the posted Fuckwits when I returned for a second time. Past intense gangstalking has shown that they will post a Fuckwit stalker at a store shelf location that I want to go to for at least 15 minutes, or to the point that I say "fuck it" and depart the premises.
And the ambulatory dither-shitting was also in full force; these are the Fuckwits that are walking ahead of me and then reverse direction to come at me or slow my egress. Another variation is the Fuckwit that somehow "needs" to get in the way by putting on the excessive indecisive act.
And I suppose the first multi-type outing served their purposes well; a drop-off for alterations, donations for Value Village, unloading the glass bottles at the recycle center (someone on my ass there at the bin, and then followed me inside), and two shopping stops. The perps just love it when I drop off items, almost as much as shopping. In the latter case they have an extra incentive for their fuckery, as they have been consistently hounding my ass at every financial transaction I have made since they first went berserk/overt on 04-15-2002. The second outing was to retrieve (and pay) for my alterations, and then back to Value Village to get rid of the rickety drying rack that had been pissing me off for at least four years.
And the aircraft coverage was extra too; a Bell 412 was doing a slow arc overhead and there was another helicopter not far away. That infernal single engine aircraft that keeps doing circuits overhead was also out. Ditto for similar aircraft coverage when I exited my residence for my second outing, plus added siren noise. The neighbor across the back lane was also good for more added noise to the noisescape by using his power tools to fit a trailer he is working on. From the perp perspective I suppose, if you got a homicide arranged (per above) and the victim is back at his place, why, of course the they would gangstalk the fuck out of me on my first day out after my return and a shut-in day. I must have a different post-surgery energy signature or something like that.
This week's coincidence meter has just "pegged out" IMHO; that is slang for the notion that the meter needle has exceeded the expectable maximum and hit the (R side) peg that physically stops it from registering higher. Why, I was staying at a place on Enterprise Way on April 15 in Kelowna, and lo, if the RCMP didn't pull a paramilitary training exercise on this same street today. And lo, if some of them weren't also called out for an incident on Spall Road which bisects Enterprise Way and is where I "happened" to spend some errand time there on Tuesday. This has been one strange week for coincidences and it is only Thursday.
04-21-2019
I am getting more out and about now; even some weeding work. Still bruises from the surgery, and I am still feeling stiff.
A strange holiday in these here parts; Easter. Good Friday is a national holiday, Saturday isn't, Sunday sort of is, and Monday only if you are a government worker. Go figure. They even closed down my regular grocery store and the associated mall at 1700h, all for me to find out at 1800h. The usual perp trick; pull on the door to find it locked. Har, har; how many times have we done that one? About 10-15x/year since outrageous abuse-athon began in 04/2002. Not including the recent and "sudden" eruption of the assholes blanking me out when I get to my locked vehicle only to find that I cannot, of course, get in. Like WTF; I have been locking my vehicle doors for over 45 fucking years and "suddenly" I now forget this long established good habit. How utterly fucking insane that a multi-billion dollar per year budgeted abuse and harassment agency has now decided to degrade my long established habit of unlocking my vehicle door in advance of pulling on the door handle. Never has big (them) gone so dumb in the history human (if that) behavior. And you thought Pres. G W Bush's door pulling impasse was a protocol slip.
And of course, the above context of organization size is assuming the PTB don't manufacture their own paper money or indulge in extra-conventional methods to alchemically (via energetic control) create gold from inexpensive metals, both of which they are quite capable of IMHO. Funny how the chemistry history literature likes to beat up on alchemists of old times. I get it; we presently advanced humans with chemical engineering capabilities are not allowed to go there, even if fungi can detoxify poisonous metals, (a research paper, and a Google Search revealing many other sources) and even if we got chemistry all wrong in terms of its theoretical basis (Miles Mathis' work; conventional chemistry is profundly wrong;- electron orbits as a start).
Anyhow, the pollens of late are whacking the shit out of me, like never before. Yet again, I am going to assume its the PTB that yet again, need another excuse to disrupt what I am doing at the time.
Enough said for the week, and hopefully neighborly disputes can be resolved more civilly. Or was the above multiple homicide a stitch-up like so many are? Who knows.
Showing posts with label massacre. Show all posts
Showing posts with label massacre. Show all posts
Sunday, April 21, 2019
Thursday, June 03, 2010
Music Noise Start Up
1500h
Some muffled music noise is getting through my earmuffs, so I took them off. They know what I hear, and ensure the same volume level of the annoynace persists, earmuffs on or off.
The yoga gangstalk gauntlet today; the legions of shiftless Fuckwits posted on the street, with more of the males loitering about. And seven vagrant cluster on the sidewalk, splitting before I got to them, one group sitting down, and the others leading ahead of me as I went under the tree crowns projecting over the sidewalk. When hiking the assholes did the same thing; typically a gangstalker cluster on the trail immediately before or after a heavily treed portion. And here we are, over four years later, hounding my ass over the same circumstances.
And a flush of dudes (six) outside the doors of this apartment building when I went to the bank at 0900h, plus one convering me in the elevator from this floor and leading ahead out to the waiting dude cluster. And lo, when I went to yoga at 1100h, why, a dude cluster in the lobby this time, and many of the same loafing Fuckwits from the first group. I don't get it; why can't these assholes come out of the closet.
And lo, if I didn't get a call to go berry picking for two days from now. Back to that bullshit again after last summer's jerkarounds, making me late, tired and otherwise unable to do the job. And it is strawberry picking, the worst job there is for all the crouching and stooping over.
1800h
A round of real book reading again, with plenty of outside noise like motorycycles and hotrods that got through my earmuffs. I read more of A Nation Betrayed by Carol Rutz (interview) and her experiences and tortures as a child part of the MKULTRA nonconsenual experimentations. One section mentions Dr. Mengle of concentration camp abuses infamy, and how a number of victims recall him and under what alias at the time. One quoted victim mentioned an incident when she was shackled and held down while he raped her as a child, and then later taunted her about moving away, but that she couldn't as she was shackled. Then, Dr. Mengle snapped his fingers and the shackles were off, playing another mind-fuck game. Sooo.... that telekinetic extra-conventional application of remotely applied technologies then ties my harassors, who apply similar telekinetic games in my circumstances, to me and my tormentors. That is to say, Dr. Mengle was doing this abuse and killing in the name of science for the same assholes who can apply telekinetic events to any location and any circumstance. And it also explains why Dr. Mengle got tipped off before capture, and why he was let go by the US forces shortly after WWII. He was never captured, and lived to old age, wreaking his abusive mayhem in the 1950's and 1960's in the USA and Canada in clinical circumstances.
Yet another survivor, “Dr. Black somehow attached chains to my wrists and ankle. He inserted the object into me ‘down there’ from behind. When the charge hits the nervous system, everything hurts and contracts in a hellish fashion. I did start saying aloud over and over again, ‘I’m sorry’ (for what, it didn’t matter) and ‘I’ll be a good girl, I promise, I promise….’ He may have hypnotized me, because his eyes got darker as I looked up at them, and I heard his left fingers snap and the shackles were gone. I thought he was a magician. That made him seem all the more powerful to me. After that, he told me that only with him would I be safe. I understood that if I stayed loyal to him, I would not be hurt again. The doctor told dad the he, the doctor, and others worked on each person until they were ready to do whatever they were told. He said the final test had been for friends and close relatives of the prisoners to be brought there. The prisoners were then ordered to attack their loved ones and kill them. He also talked about breeding. Dad was considered 'closer' to perfection because he had the blond hair and gray-blue eyes and was in excellent physical condition." P. 87 - 89
And I had given up on the massacre events in the news and how they have some consistency with what the perps do, and expediting their covert research agenda due to blood having magnetic qualities, and that the perps like to have a blood to direct environment interaction by forcing bleeds from nowhere on me. And also, that the perps seem to get extra research mileage from this, as well as the various neural states of a person dying, not to mention their state of duress. And the latest massacre in the UK is very interesting as it was in Cumbria, and some of the victims were workers at the nuclear energy research plant there, Sellafield. As far as I could tell, the Sellafield workers were retired, but it does add a new dimension into it, as their organs and blood may have been mildly irradiated with ionizing radiation, and it may have slightly different properties. Anyhow, I won't make a big deal of it, but I am not alone among the TI community in suspecting that the timing and circumstances of these massacres just might be arranged by another party whose mind-fuck games I have come to know first hand, and having seen them improve their abilities since they first went overt/beserk on me in 04-2002.
The simple fact is that if the perps can send me to the wrong cupboard for items I use every day, or mess up the sequence of my shaving routine that I have done for over 40 years, they can grind someone down to take actions that are totally out of character and make them seem legitimate grievances to the deemed perpetrator's thinking/invasive mind technologies application. And believe it or not, ongoing wars in Iraq and Afganistana aren't enough, never mind the historical depredations of armed conflict.
2250h
A new urgency to getting some things done as I will be berry picking with only one day off tomorrow. Last year's berry picking was sabotaged my making me feel tired, and then they also kept fucking me out of setting the alarm for the moring when it had never happened before, or since. So... what are they going to do this year, and will it be any different than last year? Have me do berry picking with on/off sabotage to get me kicked off the job, and then shunt me over to do daffodil bulb picking for July and August, with a hopeful extension to November like last year? In the latter job, they had me berry picking from crates at waist height (very convenient and much appreciated), and that the berries were in a greenhouse. It seemed to be a big deal for the assholes as to what I picked where under what field conditions and what time of day, not to mention the helicopter coverage that seemed to be part of the show.
Enough of this, and I know I "forgot" some more perp games today, having gone out three times, but that would be another one of those "happenings".
2305h
More shenanigans that I now recall. A phone call from Purolater, at the instant I was to sit on the bed, and catching me just before going to yoga, with the implied notion (likely planted), that I had better answer it as it could be a call about cancellation of yoga, in keeping with the wretched idiot show/chaos of past "notificiations". No, it was Purolater with impeccable timing, as the perps have put me through this almost-seated get-up game before, not to mention the odd shill doing the same thing. Purolater says I have a parcel at their place, as they attempted delivery, but didn't leave a notice on the door. I later check to see if they left a notice on my mailbox, but no. In other words, they left no notice anywhere, and didn't appear to call even, and they pull this stunt. And no less, I get the wrong tracking number from Newegg, so I cannot track the parcel either. I sent Newegg an email earlier, and they didn't reply to this nonexistent tracking number. All this insane dicking around and for what?
Then Powells books fucked up my wish list, wiping it out somehow. I had at least 200 books wish listed, my form of "cloud computing" where I store this online, except that they wiped it out. A four year old backup has more books than the one now. So why did this happen, and why is it that the sickos keep fucking with what I have backed up and where? And to add to the infernal games, I see I have two backup locations of my pictures on the same disk, so now I have a three way reconciliation process to go through. Fun stuff, and always with the dead hand of the assholes behind it. And as I type this, voice noise from outside is somehow coming through my earmuffs.
Some muffled music noise is getting through my earmuffs, so I took them off. They know what I hear, and ensure the same volume level of the annoynace persists, earmuffs on or off.
The yoga gangstalk gauntlet today; the legions of shiftless Fuckwits posted on the street, with more of the males loitering about. And seven vagrant cluster on the sidewalk, splitting before I got to them, one group sitting down, and the others leading ahead of me as I went under the tree crowns projecting over the sidewalk. When hiking the assholes did the same thing; typically a gangstalker cluster on the trail immediately before or after a heavily treed portion. And here we are, over four years later, hounding my ass over the same circumstances.
And a flush of dudes (six) outside the doors of this apartment building when I went to the bank at 0900h, plus one convering me in the elevator from this floor and leading ahead out to the waiting dude cluster. And lo, when I went to yoga at 1100h, why, a dude cluster in the lobby this time, and many of the same loafing Fuckwits from the first group. I don't get it; why can't these assholes come out of the closet.
And lo, if I didn't get a call to go berry picking for two days from now. Back to that bullshit again after last summer's jerkarounds, making me late, tired and otherwise unable to do the job. And it is strawberry picking, the worst job there is for all the crouching and stooping over.
1800h
A round of real book reading again, with plenty of outside noise like motorycycles and hotrods that got through my earmuffs. I read more of A Nation Betrayed by Carol Rutz (interview) and her experiences and tortures as a child part of the MKULTRA nonconsenual experimentations. One section mentions Dr. Mengle of concentration camp abuses infamy, and how a number of victims recall him and under what alias at the time. One quoted victim mentioned an incident when she was shackled and held down while he raped her as a child, and then later taunted her about moving away, but that she couldn't as she was shackled. Then, Dr. Mengle snapped his fingers and the shackles were off, playing another mind-fuck game. Sooo.... that telekinetic extra-conventional application of remotely applied technologies then ties my harassors, who apply similar telekinetic games in my circumstances, to me and my tormentors. That is to say, Dr. Mengle was doing this abuse and killing in the name of science for the same assholes who can apply telekinetic events to any location and any circumstance. And it also explains why Dr. Mengle got tipped off before capture, and why he was let go by the US forces shortly after WWII. He was never captured, and lived to old age, wreaking his abusive mayhem in the 1950's and 1960's in the USA and Canada in clinical circumstances.
Yet another survivor, “Dr. Black somehow attached chains to my wrists and ankle. He inserted the object into me ‘down there’ from behind. When the charge hits the nervous system, everything hurts and contracts in a hellish fashion. I did start saying aloud over and over again, ‘I’m sorry’ (for what, it didn’t matter) and ‘I’ll be a good girl, I promise, I promise….’ He may have hypnotized me, because his eyes got darker as I looked up at them, and I heard his left fingers snap and the shackles were gone. I thought he was a magician. That made him seem all the more powerful to me. After that, he told me that only with him would I be safe. I understood that if I stayed loyal to him, I would not be hurt again. The doctor told dad the he, the doctor, and others worked on each person until they were ready to do whatever they were told. He said the final test had been for friends and close relatives of the prisoners to be brought there. The prisoners were then ordered to attack their loved ones and kill them. He also talked about breeding. Dad was considered 'closer' to perfection because he had the blond hair and gray-blue eyes and was in excellent physical condition." P. 87 - 89
And I had given up on the massacre events in the news and how they have some consistency with what the perps do, and expediting their covert research agenda due to blood having magnetic qualities, and that the perps like to have a blood to direct environment interaction by forcing bleeds from nowhere on me. And also, that the perps seem to get extra research mileage from this, as well as the various neural states of a person dying, not to mention their state of duress. And the latest massacre in the UK is very interesting as it was in Cumbria, and some of the victims were workers at the nuclear energy research plant there, Sellafield. As far as I could tell, the Sellafield workers were retired, but it does add a new dimension into it, as their organs and blood may have been mildly irradiated with ionizing radiation, and it may have slightly different properties. Anyhow, I won't make a big deal of it, but I am not alone among the TI community in suspecting that the timing and circumstances of these massacres just might be arranged by another party whose mind-fuck games I have come to know first hand, and having seen them improve their abilities since they first went overt/beserk on me in 04-2002.
The simple fact is that if the perps can send me to the wrong cupboard for items I use every day, or mess up the sequence of my shaving routine that I have done for over 40 years, they can grind someone down to take actions that are totally out of character and make them seem legitimate grievances to the deemed perpetrator's thinking/invasive mind technologies application. And believe it or not, ongoing wars in Iraq and Afganistana aren't enough, never mind the historical depredations of armed conflict.
2250h
A new urgency to getting some things done as I will be berry picking with only one day off tomorrow. Last year's berry picking was sabotaged my making me feel tired, and then they also kept fucking me out of setting the alarm for the moring when it had never happened before, or since. So... what are they going to do this year, and will it be any different than last year? Have me do berry picking with on/off sabotage to get me kicked off the job, and then shunt me over to do daffodil bulb picking for July and August, with a hopeful extension to November like last year? In the latter job, they had me berry picking from crates at waist height (very convenient and much appreciated), and that the berries were in a greenhouse. It seemed to be a big deal for the assholes as to what I picked where under what field conditions and what time of day, not to mention the helicopter coverage that seemed to be part of the show.
Enough of this, and I know I "forgot" some more perp games today, having gone out three times, but that would be another one of those "happenings".
2305h
More shenanigans that I now recall. A phone call from Purolater, at the instant I was to sit on the bed, and catching me just before going to yoga, with the implied notion (likely planted), that I had better answer it as it could be a call about cancellation of yoga, in keeping with the wretched idiot show/chaos of past "notificiations". No, it was Purolater with impeccable timing, as the perps have put me through this almost-seated get-up game before, not to mention the odd shill doing the same thing. Purolater says I have a parcel at their place, as they attempted delivery, but didn't leave a notice on the door. I later check to see if they left a notice on my mailbox, but no. In other words, they left no notice anywhere, and didn't appear to call even, and they pull this stunt. And no less, I get the wrong tracking number from Newegg, so I cannot track the parcel either. I sent Newegg an email earlier, and they didn't reply to this nonexistent tracking number. All this insane dicking around and for what?
Then Powells books fucked up my wish list, wiping it out somehow. I had at least 200 books wish listed, my form of "cloud computing" where I store this online, except that they wiped it out. A four year old backup has more books than the one now. So why did this happen, and why is it that the sickos keep fucking with what I have backed up and where? And to add to the infernal games, I see I have two backup locations of my pictures on the same disk, so now I have a three way reconciliation process to go through. Fun stuff, and always with the dead hand of the assholes behind it. And as I type this, voice noise from outside is somehow coming through my earmuffs.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Hard Drive Adversity
1000h
A roundelay of phone calls in getting the RMA number for the hard drive that failed on my mother's PC. Also complicating the fact is that two identical drives were purchased from the same supplier in one order, and the serial numbers listed on the invoice weren't attributable to an individual PC; hers, or the one in this PC. That necessitated two more phone calls in additon to the one I made this morning as they never called me yesterday as to the problem determination. I called this morning to find out, then had to call again to find out the serial number of the dead hard drive, and then the technician couldn't read it as it was still in the case, and so he phoned me back later to tell me what it was.
And the whole RMA thing, getting a Returned Materials Authorization number, ended up more complicated as I got bounced out of the online process after entering all the requested details for mysterious reasons. That lead to a phone call to Western Digital support line where I went through the RMA process for the second time, but over the phone. (The first time I called, was to attempt an RMA, but as I didn't know the exact serial number, one of two, it was to find out that I needed to download their software, which I later found out, doesn't run on Windows 7. I called the PC technician instead, per above mentioned phone calls.) The perps like to do this, have me undertake a task in one form (online), and then sabotage it to have me go through it again in another (telephone). Been there, had it done to me before.
Now onto getting laundry done, always a perp interest, and getting more research complexity as they will no doubt have the toilet repair personnel entering and exiting the bathroom where it is kept until I get on with it.
They fucked the toilet last night, and forced a shower for me to clean up. The rubber valve is disintegrating and the chain popped off. More hijinx kept "happening" as the valve also kept consuming water and that got me out of bed to turn off the water supply, and for strange reasons it still didn't shut off the noise right away. Go figure.
1350h
A yoga Thursday, and more interleaving of activities. The laundry got put on later than usual, and that meant that it was tumbling in the dryer when I set off. I had the usual freakshow out and about, and plenty of them. Taking the fruitcake was a male in a deep grey wearing coveralls and also wearing a mid-blue cape over his back, and standing at the pedestrian signal opposite.Yoga was fine, and then the freakshow was redoubled for my walk back. I had my dude sitting in his deep grey SUV for no seemig reason in a no parking zone immediately outside the church chapel room where we have classes. In nearly all cases there is someone, or a group, in or around a vehicle at the rear steps of the chapel. Strangely, I am the only one who departs via this direct route to outside. (Not available for arrivals though, as the lock doesn't permit entry). Today, it was the dude's turn, though I have had red vehicles, Asian families and other of the Unfavoreds doing their gangstalk duty in advance of my building exit. And a double emergency light and siren show, both simultaneously. Two blocks to the N. a siren went off with the blue and red flashing lights in mid street, and then in front of me, a police van started its siren and flashing lights, W. bound. They simply cannot get enough of the flashing light show around me these days.
I attended to laundry when I got back, somehow "forgetting" to change first and then get to it. These disruption of routines are becoming more common of late, and in this case, it seemed to be all about having me do the laundry sorting, folding and putting away while I was still in my yoga clothes.
Lunch, and then afterward, I filled out the form for the toilet to be fixed, as they hadn't done anything in my absence, and when I had phoned in the request four hours earlier, there was a suggestion that I needed to fill out the form for crissakes, even if he did say that they would bring one when they came. Except that they didn't and I filled it out following lunch and when down to the manager's office at the entryway lobby to drop it off. And lo, if he wasn't there at the elevator doors with a negro tradesman splattered with either paint or plaster, presumably as some kind of color/light range reference which is all too common. (My cereal flakes, brown in color, are always splattered in white and black dots, as if salt and peppered). The manager said he would look at the problem with me, and then the three of us travelled up in the elevator. The manager and myself got off and presumably the negro went on to his work location, assuming it was legit and not some kind of gangstalker charade, har, har. The manager determined there was indeed a problem, and said he would get onto it right away. Which he did, coming back with the correct part.
Later, he discovered the level valve seal was leaking and so he went out to get more parts, this time he was gone for longer, and in the interim, a postal delivery person rang up on the intercom to say that he had a parcel for me. I was surprised, but as there was an order to be filled from two weeks ago, and I didn't hear back as it being shipped, I correctly assumed that this must of been it. The postman delivered the parcel in the absence of the manager fixing the toilet, and once he had departed, I opened up the parcel and looked at the contents. Finally, the removable hard drive rack and the extra tray had arrived, three weeks later after ordering it, though a total of six weeks since I began this sojurn to get a removable hard drive. I had a look at all the items in the parcel and it all seemed OK. Then the manager came back to finish fixing the toilet. It is all about entrances and exits and interleaving the two activities, much like a farce, a particular style of play.
With my mother's hard drive that failed, a Western Digital Caviar Black 640Gb, said to be one of the most reliable drives ever, I am now going to use the one that arrived last week ordered for the removable hard drive in her PC, And I will use the drive that comes from the RMA return. So a near confluence of hard drives and both hers and mine due to go to the same computer servicing shop within a week of each other, both dealing with hard drive installs. Such a coincidence, especially when one considers that both of them got built at the same time there. Call it "PC repair confluence", where two machines visit the shop for the same hardware repairs; her hard drive goes kaput in 5 months, and in my case, a voluntary repair to install a removable hard drive rack. And in the process, the hard drive intended for me, having sat in the manager's office for a week, and on my shelf for another week, now gets put in her PC, and I wait yet another week with the rack hardware waiting for the infernal warranty returned hard drive. Is there anyone out there who is going to call me on making too many inferences as to coincidences. And lets not lose track of the bigger picture; I am contained within a densified magnetic field of over 1600 gauss, measured in 2009 and in a picture that was in a posting, and lo, if these hard drives aren't a spinning set of magnetic fields. Funny that.
2305h
Back from evening class and the city bus freakshow in each direction. Though it was muted to reflect the kind of persons that might be around at that time of day.
In the two rows ahead of me there was one blonde in each, both in white jackets and offset so I could see a full picture of each's back and head, and hair of course. One was wearing a white leather jacket, and the closer one was in a puffy white ski jacket. This was the outbound trip to the college, and both got off before I did. And as it "so happened", the latter blonde had finished her shopping, getting on where she was got off at the mall, and boarded the same bus as I was on when inbound after classes, about 2245h. How is that for a coincidence, and never mind sitting nearby me again. Much better than the cluster of male yobos in the seats ahead, the ones that seem to be regulars to accompany me after classes. Them and their ridiculous skate boards and flipping them all about at the bus stop.
And on the freaky side, a white and fuchia pink haired young woman got on board about halfway through my inbound trip. I suppose she was the counterpoint to the more muted male on the outbound trip, of black hair with rows of red flecks in it. And the seating arrangements were approximately the same; me at the back on the drivers side, they on the opposite side and some 15' to 18' away, out of my straight ahead vision but with added reflections so I could see them in the glass when looking in the opposite direction.
And a minor freak out on the street, the crosswalk in fact. There were a wave of pedestrians coming at me, and I had to pick a line through them, and got ahead of a woman in a stroller when some freak came into my right side peripherial vision very fast, and I turned and looked to see what/who it was, and this semi-vagrant male was standing there in mid-crosswalk. In other words, he somehow zoomed into my peripherial vision and the instant I detected it, he stopped among the swarm of other pedestrians crossing, mouth hanging open to look extra stupid. So... it would seem that some asshole still needs to detect my defensive reactions, and possibly emulate some kind of traumatization experience. I wonder who knows more about it than I do?
And I see that the red squiggly underlining of words that aren't passing the Blogspot's impoverished vocabulary has started up as I am typing this. The spell checker suddenly got switched on and it wasn't me who did it, as all but one button at the top of this editor has been stripped of any graphic or descriptive text to tell me how to turn off this infernal spell checker. More red color games it would seem; they also like to make some of this text green in color; a letter, or even part of a letter is made green, and it reverts to black within a few seconds. More of the same; relentless and insane fuckery by the Fuckover Force; little did we suspect how much of our world is ordered by these assholes. Which makes me often wonder as to how many of the world events are arranged, given my experiences with weather being customized for my outings, and many other coincidences in the news.
One such is in Montreal, where I lived for two years to age five, and remember only a sliver of what I experienced there, all of it when aged two, none of it later. What I call the "lost years", as I should of remembered much. And so, with yet another public shooting in Montreal, after some horrific ones in the past (Marc Lapine), and knowing how often the perps like to cut me and have me bleed, could it be that this event is yet another perp effort to get some terminal blood samples from interaction with external objects in a provenance of considerable interest to them? And considering that blood has magnetic properties, and that it surely must confound their remote sensing of the magnetic interactions of their TI victims (in a densified magnetic field), could this also be a coincidence? Maybe I am stretching it here, but I will refrain from further speculation, as I would like to hear from other TI's as to their bloodletting experiences, especially related to location, and if this is a trend of their past.
Anyhow, enough of this macabre topic, even if limited to Montreal, as I could write for a few hours on this alone. Time to read some Edgar Cayce and get the lowdown on what is going on.
A roundelay of phone calls in getting the RMA number for the hard drive that failed on my mother's PC. Also complicating the fact is that two identical drives were purchased from the same supplier in one order, and the serial numbers listed on the invoice weren't attributable to an individual PC; hers, or the one in this PC. That necessitated two more phone calls in additon to the one I made this morning as they never called me yesterday as to the problem determination. I called this morning to find out, then had to call again to find out the serial number of the dead hard drive, and then the technician couldn't read it as it was still in the case, and so he phoned me back later to tell me what it was.
And the whole RMA thing, getting a Returned Materials Authorization number, ended up more complicated as I got bounced out of the online process after entering all the requested details for mysterious reasons. That lead to a phone call to Western Digital support line where I went through the RMA process for the second time, but over the phone. (The first time I called, was to attempt an RMA, but as I didn't know the exact serial number, one of two, it was to find out that I needed to download their software, which I later found out, doesn't run on Windows 7. I called the PC technician instead, per above mentioned phone calls.) The perps like to do this, have me undertake a task in one form (online), and then sabotage it to have me go through it again in another (telephone). Been there, had it done to me before.
Now onto getting laundry done, always a perp interest, and getting more research complexity as they will no doubt have the toilet repair personnel entering and exiting the bathroom where it is kept until I get on with it.
They fucked the toilet last night, and forced a shower for me to clean up. The rubber valve is disintegrating and the chain popped off. More hijinx kept "happening" as the valve also kept consuming water and that got me out of bed to turn off the water supply, and for strange reasons it still didn't shut off the noise right away. Go figure.
1350h
A yoga Thursday, and more interleaving of activities. The laundry got put on later than usual, and that meant that it was tumbling in the dryer when I set off. I had the usual freakshow out and about, and plenty of them. Taking the fruitcake was a male in a deep grey wearing coveralls and also wearing a mid-blue cape over his back, and standing at the pedestrian signal opposite.Yoga was fine, and then the freakshow was redoubled for my walk back. I had my dude sitting in his deep grey SUV for no seemig reason in a no parking zone immediately outside the church chapel room where we have classes. In nearly all cases there is someone, or a group, in or around a vehicle at the rear steps of the chapel. Strangely, I am the only one who departs via this direct route to outside. (Not available for arrivals though, as the lock doesn't permit entry). Today, it was the dude's turn, though I have had red vehicles, Asian families and other of the Unfavoreds doing their gangstalk duty in advance of my building exit. And a double emergency light and siren show, both simultaneously. Two blocks to the N. a siren went off with the blue and red flashing lights in mid street, and then in front of me, a police van started its siren and flashing lights, W. bound. They simply cannot get enough of the flashing light show around me these days.
I attended to laundry when I got back, somehow "forgetting" to change first and then get to it. These disruption of routines are becoming more common of late, and in this case, it seemed to be all about having me do the laundry sorting, folding and putting away while I was still in my yoga clothes.
Lunch, and then afterward, I filled out the form for the toilet to be fixed, as they hadn't done anything in my absence, and when I had phoned in the request four hours earlier, there was a suggestion that I needed to fill out the form for crissakes, even if he did say that they would bring one when they came. Except that they didn't and I filled it out following lunch and when down to the manager's office at the entryway lobby to drop it off. And lo, if he wasn't there at the elevator doors with a negro tradesman splattered with either paint or plaster, presumably as some kind of color/light range reference which is all too common. (My cereal flakes, brown in color, are always splattered in white and black dots, as if salt and peppered). The manager said he would look at the problem with me, and then the three of us travelled up in the elevator. The manager and myself got off and presumably the negro went on to his work location, assuming it was legit and not some kind of gangstalker charade, har, har. The manager determined there was indeed a problem, and said he would get onto it right away. Which he did, coming back with the correct part.
Later, he discovered the level valve seal was leaking and so he went out to get more parts, this time he was gone for longer, and in the interim, a postal delivery person rang up on the intercom to say that he had a parcel for me. I was surprised, but as there was an order to be filled from two weeks ago, and I didn't hear back as it being shipped, I correctly assumed that this must of been it. The postman delivered the parcel in the absence of the manager fixing the toilet, and once he had departed, I opened up the parcel and looked at the contents. Finally, the removable hard drive rack and the extra tray had arrived, three weeks later after ordering it, though a total of six weeks since I began this sojurn to get a removable hard drive. I had a look at all the items in the parcel and it all seemed OK. Then the manager came back to finish fixing the toilet. It is all about entrances and exits and interleaving the two activities, much like a farce, a particular style of play.
With my mother's hard drive that failed, a Western Digital Caviar Black 640Gb, said to be one of the most reliable drives ever, I am now going to use the one that arrived last week ordered for the removable hard drive in her PC, And I will use the drive that comes from the RMA return. So a near confluence of hard drives and both hers and mine due to go to the same computer servicing shop within a week of each other, both dealing with hard drive installs. Such a coincidence, especially when one considers that both of them got built at the same time there. Call it "PC repair confluence", where two machines visit the shop for the same hardware repairs; her hard drive goes kaput in 5 months, and in my case, a voluntary repair to install a removable hard drive rack. And in the process, the hard drive intended for me, having sat in the manager's office for a week, and on my shelf for another week, now gets put in her PC, and I wait yet another week with the rack hardware waiting for the infernal warranty returned hard drive. Is there anyone out there who is going to call me on making too many inferences as to coincidences. And lets not lose track of the bigger picture; I am contained within a densified magnetic field of over 1600 gauss, measured in 2009 and in a picture that was in a posting, and lo, if these hard drives aren't a spinning set of magnetic fields. Funny that.
2305h
Back from evening class and the city bus freakshow in each direction. Though it was muted to reflect the kind of persons that might be around at that time of day.
In the two rows ahead of me there was one blonde in each, both in white jackets and offset so I could see a full picture of each's back and head, and hair of course. One was wearing a white leather jacket, and the closer one was in a puffy white ski jacket. This was the outbound trip to the college, and both got off before I did. And as it "so happened", the latter blonde had finished her shopping, getting on where she was got off at the mall, and boarded the same bus as I was on when inbound after classes, about 2245h. How is that for a coincidence, and never mind sitting nearby me again. Much better than the cluster of male yobos in the seats ahead, the ones that seem to be regulars to accompany me after classes. Them and their ridiculous skate boards and flipping them all about at the bus stop.
And on the freaky side, a white and fuchia pink haired young woman got on board about halfway through my inbound trip. I suppose she was the counterpoint to the more muted male on the outbound trip, of black hair with rows of red flecks in it. And the seating arrangements were approximately the same; me at the back on the drivers side, they on the opposite side and some 15' to 18' away, out of my straight ahead vision but with added reflections so I could see them in the glass when looking in the opposite direction.
And a minor freak out on the street, the crosswalk in fact. There were a wave of pedestrians coming at me, and I had to pick a line through them, and got ahead of a woman in a stroller when some freak came into my right side peripherial vision very fast, and I turned and looked to see what/who it was, and this semi-vagrant male was standing there in mid-crosswalk. In other words, he somehow zoomed into my peripherial vision and the instant I detected it, he stopped among the swarm of other pedestrians crossing, mouth hanging open to look extra stupid. So... it would seem that some asshole still needs to detect my defensive reactions, and possibly emulate some kind of traumatization experience. I wonder who knows more about it than I do?
And I see that the red squiggly underlining of words that aren't passing the Blogspot's impoverished vocabulary has started up as I am typing this. The spell checker suddenly got switched on and it wasn't me who did it, as all but one button at the top of this editor has been stripped of any graphic or descriptive text to tell me how to turn off this infernal spell checker. More red color games it would seem; they also like to make some of this text green in color; a letter, or even part of a letter is made green, and it reverts to black within a few seconds. More of the same; relentless and insane fuckery by the Fuckover Force; little did we suspect how much of our world is ordered by these assholes. Which makes me often wonder as to how many of the world events are arranged, given my experiences with weather being customized for my outings, and many other coincidences in the news.
One such is in Montreal, where I lived for two years to age five, and remember only a sliver of what I experienced there, all of it when aged two, none of it later. What I call the "lost years", as I should of remembered much. And so, with yet another public shooting in Montreal, after some horrific ones in the past (Marc Lapine), and knowing how often the perps like to cut me and have me bleed, could it be that this event is yet another perp effort to get some terminal blood samples from interaction with external objects in a provenance of considerable interest to them? And considering that blood has magnetic properties, and that it surely must confound their remote sensing of the magnetic interactions of their TI victims (in a densified magnetic field), could this also be a coincidence? Maybe I am stretching it here, but I will refrain from further speculation, as I would like to hear from other TI's as to their bloodletting experiences, especially related to location, and if this is a trend of their past.
Anyhow, enough of this macabre topic, even if limited to Montreal, as I could write for a few hours on this alone. Time to read some Edgar Cayce and get the lowdown on what is going on.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Get the Red Out
1450h
Post tea time again, and the red-brown roobius tea seems to be the impetus for more red plasma flashes in front of me and this LCD display. Regular readers will know how much I loathe the color red, and that this trait is actively exploited by the perps every day; excessive red dressed gangstalkers, clashing red and orange dressed gangstalkers and the rest of it. Then come the plasma flashes to then "fill in" where they need to piss me off with red colors. This would include pinks as well, another plasma beam color that erupts on this LCD panel, even as I typed up the comments responses.
The perps got me rage-fied first thing this morning at breakfast, one stunt after another. They wouldn't let my eyes focus when eating my cereal, so after screaming at them with a mouthful of brown cereal, they finally relented. I thought it might be the fact that I was opening a new coffee package, something that is plastic lined. Plastics of every type, and other common pollutants like PBDE's and glycol are also also highly arranged in my contained circumstances. As before, the perps tell me that ingested pollutants interfere with their remote energy assay activities, but as I don't give a shit as to their technical excuses, I have little patience with the ongoing games.
But then later, I read the news, and there were two school massacres today, one in Germany and the other in Alabama USA. I take the view that there is perp interest in these events, because they routinely noisestalk me when I read these stories, and often add a plasma or masers at the same time. I have a suspicion that such events aren't as random as they appear, but I will leave it at that so to refrain from going down the conspiracy path. All I wish is that someone would do a statistical analysis of these events to find out if they occur predominantly at term begining or end. My condolences for all that have suffered from these tragic events. Some web sites have analysed the details of the Columbine tragedy of 1999, and conclude there is no way the two alleged perpetrators could of pulled it off without outside help. In another massacre tragedy in Port Arthur,Tasmania, an alleged halfwit with no firearms experience managed to pull off world class marksmanship. Enough of this morbidity. [And of note, I was forced to take a pee before I could get the links made].
1540h
Great games making noises from outside while I was reading the above Columbine link. The perps have long had a morbid streak and like me to read of death, demise no matter if present or past. I don't get it, but the above tragedies has some harassment relevance that I won't get into here. Most other TI's feel the same way.
Anyhow, another dull day inside while I get the typo sabotage treatment. This seems to be the trend over the last month, since all my gardening efforts ended at my in-town brother's place. Supposedly he has had a succession of colds, and has been ill-disposed to contact me. I also fixed his email problem with Craigslist, as that was once an angle he used to call me to send emails on his behalf. It isn't the only time I have ended up as a go-between, but that role is of interest to perps; doing someone's elses bidding as a favor when I have no stake in the game. I suppose there are some psychic elements of being involved directly and as a pass-through go-between, and the perps want to be able to detect the difference, hence these endless combinations and permutations of involvement with others. Fucking senseless churning if you ask me, but I am the last one to know much about my circumstances.
2020h
I did my cleaning job tonight at the car dealership and had only one greeter/purported salesman at the front door. Yesterday, or was it two days ago I had three dudes, and then another with the blonde salewoman as if she was some kind of "auric goodness" escort. See the blog posting On Blondes of the Favored and Unfavored in the TI World Consolidated Links List if you don't know the story of why blondes are planted among the gangstalking population. As it "so happened", I was directed to clean out the latter salesman office with the vacuum cleaner suction tip to get the staples out of the carpet. The perps tell me that this dude is one of my thought-to-be past swim club colleagues in morphover (shape shifted) form, but as always, who knows, who cares. Though he does have the same dumbshit smirk, then and now.
As usual, I was doing extra vacuuming and there were surges of vehicular traffic outside while doing this. The perps cannot get enough out of me as far as vacuuming goes, but the money is handy to deal with the extra expenses they incur.
Onto something speculative; the Bernie Madoff ponzi scheme and ripping off investors for an alleged $50 billion dollars. I won't lay this one on the perps, but I do find it interesting that he has a surname that is like the term to embezzle, "made off". Perhaps all those Dickensian characters like Chuzzlewit and Scrooge aren't so innocent after all.
2050h
The perps are stepping up the games each time I see a face; when I was walking back to my apartment, there was this tall attractive woman walking toward me, and she was doing the "look away" act when I saw her face from 6' away. And as soon as that happened, a noise went off.
Other games tonight were of the plasmic kind. When I first arrived there, the guy at the Parts section who has twice laid a turd in the bathroom in advance of me cleaning it, was walking ahead of me after I dropped off the vacuum cleaner and was heading to the hoist knob where I hang my coat. He was some 8' ahead, and these black and metallic pixels about 1" square suspended in the air came from his direction toward me. In the early days of 2002 harassment the perps would send maser beams (black, thin beams) from a wall location through one of my co-workers and then into me. Nothing much was felt. Even then they could jerk me around to not say anything such as "there is a maser going through you". It would seem that they were attempting then, and tonight, to obtain some kind of magnetic energy correlation between us. No wonder with the aforementioned shit games.
2155h
More from the photos of the past two months, my Blogger commands still working after the icons were taken out.
Taken 09-01-2009, 1427h 56sec. from my view out my balcony. Three black colored vehicles are parked in file of the topmost line of vehicles, with a light blue one in front of them all. Then in the line of vehicles below these, there are two light metallic finish vehicles, the lead one a very light metallic brown, the one behind it a true silver-grey. (Zoom in by double clicking on the photo). And then, is some perverse fashion is a deep red pickup that is lane straddling and placing itself very close the black Volvo 244 for no reason whatsover in normal driving terms. A bright red vehicle in the line of vehicles at the top of the rail, a silver grey, and a light metallic tan, almost emulating the same colors in the line above them that are facing left. And a third red vehicle in the parking lot, almost making an alignment of them with the aforementioned black Volvo 244 as backstop.
Taken 09-01-2009, 1428h 04sec. Another deep red vehicle has entered the scene, again doing lane straddling for some unknown reason. The Volvo 244 turns out to be a deep green color, not black. A post office van has entered from the left to supply a big orange-red panel, these vehicles being predominant in the vehicular gangstalking games. Not a random arrangement IMHO, but one that is configured for perp color fuckery games. Only they could explain why.
Taken 01-11-2009 at 1308h 39 sec. More arranged same red vehicles, two parked in file, and another similar red entering from the right. The street leading to the top of the picture on the right also has two pairs of red vehicles. Ahead of the red parked vehicle is mid-grey vehicle behind the tree, and a silver-grey SUV in the lead of the parked vehicle file. A white vehicle is either stopped (I suspect) or is in motion going past the arranged (IMHO) parked file. On the right side where the two trees spring from the arc of the railing from the courtyard the perps left an outdoor light on in the daytime, a common occurence. A woman is above the silver-grey SUV at the entrance to the ramp with a coffee in hand, one of the Coffee Corps I see all the time, the erstwhile portable brown color reference the perps seem to need.
Taken 01-11-2009 at 1308h 41 sec. The white vehicle from above has moved on, the red vehicle on the right above is just above the railing and another red vehicle is coming from the right. Almost as if they wanted to replace the above vehicles with others in the same places, swapping white for red, but still keeping a red one on the right side.
Enough diversions, time to post this, for yet another dull day, save the perps' provocations.
Post tea time again, and the red-brown roobius tea seems to be the impetus for more red plasma flashes in front of me and this LCD display. Regular readers will know how much I loathe the color red, and that this trait is actively exploited by the perps every day; excessive red dressed gangstalkers, clashing red and orange dressed gangstalkers and the rest of it. Then come the plasma flashes to then "fill in" where they need to piss me off with red colors. This would include pinks as well, another plasma beam color that erupts on this LCD panel, even as I typed up the comments responses.
The perps got me rage-fied first thing this morning at breakfast, one stunt after another. They wouldn't let my eyes focus when eating my cereal, so after screaming at them with a mouthful of brown cereal, they finally relented. I thought it might be the fact that I was opening a new coffee package, something that is plastic lined. Plastics of every type, and other common pollutants like PBDE's and glycol are also also highly arranged in my contained circumstances. As before, the perps tell me that ingested pollutants interfere with their remote energy assay activities, but as I don't give a shit as to their technical excuses, I have little patience with the ongoing games.
But then later, I read the news, and there were two school massacres today, one in Germany and the other in Alabama USA. I take the view that there is perp interest in these events, because they routinely noisestalk me when I read these stories, and often add a plasma or masers at the same time. I have a suspicion that such events aren't as random as they appear, but I will leave it at that so to refrain from going down the conspiracy path. All I wish is that someone would do a statistical analysis of these events to find out if they occur predominantly at term begining or end. My condolences for all that have suffered from these tragic events. Some web sites have analysed the details of the Columbine tragedy of 1999, and conclude there is no way the two alleged perpetrators could of pulled it off without outside help. In another massacre tragedy in Port Arthur,Tasmania, an alleged halfwit with no firearms experience managed to pull off world class marksmanship. Enough of this morbidity. [And of note, I was forced to take a pee before I could get the links made].
1540h
Great games making noises from outside while I was reading the above Columbine link. The perps have long had a morbid streak and like me to read of death, demise no matter if present or past. I don't get it, but the above tragedies has some harassment relevance that I won't get into here. Most other TI's feel the same way.
Anyhow, another dull day inside while I get the typo sabotage treatment. This seems to be the trend over the last month, since all my gardening efforts ended at my in-town brother's place. Supposedly he has had a succession of colds, and has been ill-disposed to contact me. I also fixed his email problem with Craigslist, as that was once an angle he used to call me to send emails on his behalf. It isn't the only time I have ended up as a go-between, but that role is of interest to perps; doing someone's elses bidding as a favor when I have no stake in the game. I suppose there are some psychic elements of being involved directly and as a pass-through go-between, and the perps want to be able to detect the difference, hence these endless combinations and permutations of involvement with others. Fucking senseless churning if you ask me, but I am the last one to know much about my circumstances.
2020h
I did my cleaning job tonight at the car dealership and had only one greeter/purported salesman at the front door. Yesterday, or was it two days ago I had three dudes, and then another with the blonde salewoman as if she was some kind of "auric goodness" escort. See the blog posting On Blondes of the Favored and Unfavored in the TI World Consolidated Links List if you don't know the story of why blondes are planted among the gangstalking population. As it "so happened", I was directed to clean out the latter salesman office with the vacuum cleaner suction tip to get the staples out of the carpet. The perps tell me that this dude is one of my thought-to-be past swim club colleagues in morphover (shape shifted) form, but as always, who knows, who cares. Though he does have the same dumbshit smirk, then and now.
As usual, I was doing extra vacuuming and there were surges of vehicular traffic outside while doing this. The perps cannot get enough out of me as far as vacuuming goes, but the money is handy to deal with the extra expenses they incur.
Onto something speculative; the Bernie Madoff ponzi scheme and ripping off investors for an alleged $50 billion dollars. I won't lay this one on the perps, but I do find it interesting that he has a surname that is like the term to embezzle, "made off". Perhaps all those Dickensian characters like Chuzzlewit and Scrooge aren't so innocent after all.
2050h
The perps are stepping up the games each time I see a face; when I was walking back to my apartment, there was this tall attractive woman walking toward me, and she was doing the "look away" act when I saw her face from 6' away. And as soon as that happened, a noise went off.
Other games tonight were of the plasmic kind. When I first arrived there, the guy at the Parts section who has twice laid a turd in the bathroom in advance of me cleaning it, was walking ahead of me after I dropped off the vacuum cleaner and was heading to the hoist knob where I hang my coat. He was some 8' ahead, and these black and metallic pixels about 1" square suspended in the air came from his direction toward me. In the early days of 2002 harassment the perps would send maser beams (black, thin beams) from a wall location through one of my co-workers and then into me. Nothing much was felt. Even then they could jerk me around to not say anything such as "there is a maser going through you". It would seem that they were attempting then, and tonight, to obtain some kind of magnetic energy correlation between us. No wonder with the aforementioned shit games.
2155h
More from the photos of the past two months, my Blogger commands still working after the icons were taken out.
Taken 09-01-2009, 1427h 56sec. from my view out my balcony. Three black colored vehicles are parked in file of the topmost line of vehicles, with a light blue one in front of them all. Then in the line of vehicles below these, there are two light metallic finish vehicles, the lead one a very light metallic brown, the one behind it a true silver-grey. (Zoom in by double clicking on the photo). And then, is some perverse fashion is a deep red pickup that is lane straddling and placing itself very close the black Volvo 244 for no reason whatsover in normal driving terms. A bright red vehicle in the line of vehicles at the top of the rail, a silver grey, and a light metallic tan, almost emulating the same colors in the line above them that are facing left. And a third red vehicle in the parking lot, almost making an alignment of them with the aforementioned black Volvo 244 as backstop.
Taken 09-01-2009, 1428h 04sec. Another deep red vehicle has entered the scene, again doing lane straddling for some unknown reason. The Volvo 244 turns out to be a deep green color, not black. A post office van has entered from the left to supply a big orange-red panel, these vehicles being predominant in the vehicular gangstalking games. Not a random arrangement IMHO, but one that is configured for perp color fuckery games. Only they could explain why.
Taken 01-11-2009 at 1308h 39 sec. More arranged same red vehicles, two parked in file, and another similar red entering from the right. The street leading to the top of the picture on the right also has two pairs of red vehicles. Ahead of the red parked vehicle is mid-grey vehicle behind the tree, and a silver-grey SUV in the lead of the parked vehicle file. A white vehicle is either stopped (I suspect) or is in motion going past the arranged (IMHO) parked file. On the right side where the two trees spring from the arc of the railing from the courtyard the perps left an outdoor light on in the daytime, a common occurence. A woman is above the silver-grey SUV at the entrance to the ramp with a coffee in hand, one of the Coffee Corps I see all the time, the erstwhile portable brown color reference the perps seem to need.
Taken 01-11-2009 at 1308h 41 sec. The white vehicle from above has moved on, the red vehicle on the right above is just above the railing and another red vehicle is coming from the right. Almost as if they wanted to replace the above vehicles with others in the same places, swapping white for red, but still keeping a red one on the right side.
Enough diversions, time to post this, for yet another dull day, save the perps' provocations.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Monks as Gangstalkers
1830h
The post dinner overhead clunking and rumbling has started up, and even some noise from below. So much for the sound dampening qualities of concrete and steel floors.
I had the brown robed monk pushing and empty shopping cart instead of a walker today, this when on my gym outing, which followed yoga this morning. And the number of shiftless loitering males in dark brown clothing has increased of late, and even in multiple fabrics, one brown garment over the other. After this double-brown gangstalker stopped to tie his shoes in the middle of the sidewalk, to then pop up only 3' in front of me to place himself in a lead-ahead gangstalker mode, I passed by him, and then he "decided" to pass me by running ahead at the first traffic light. Meanwhile, another white dressed gangstalker was paralleling me, this dude walking through an emptied parking lot, and then he and the double browner converged on me at the sidewalk. This is the typical close-in action anytime I exit a building where there is some justification to ambulatory busyness.
The atrocious looking chinless blonde in green hair was also at the gym today, the second time this week. And I did not want to look at this visual mess, and yet the perps kept redirecting my attention to look at her. There was no question that she was being featured in the gym, but they decided that wasn't enough. So, when I departed for my apartment after gym, there she was, only 60' ahead of me wearing a red jacket for more color clash against her loathesome green hair. The three blondes were not there today, or at least none in the class. The perps appear to be working me over with the brown-greenish skinned corpulent dude, on his second week of parading his gut about and following behind me on the exercise equipment I use.
And it seemed all set up to send me onto the bicycles early in the half hour free session of gym that precedes the floor exercises we do together. From the bicycle I got to see the profusion of "do-squats" sitting on the equipment, or else standing around, doing absolutely nothing at the gym. Some of sitting operatives/gangstalkers don't even use the equipment they are on, but simply proceed to another piece of equipment to do nothing there too. I have worked out in a number of gyms, but I have never seen so many sitting around like this. At one point it was 15 gangstalkers ringed around me, and about four of them actually working out. Fucking nuts, and all the more telling too is that I was covertly followed and monitored in all the past gym facilities under the guise of normal, and nowhere had I seen so many "do-squats".
As usual, there were some fugly clothing colors in the gym, and the perps seemed to be keying in on red and black clothing combinations, and added an orange and black kid with black hair into the color mix. There was a person/gangstalker with a pink red towel who was following me around last week, and now I seen that this same colored towel, and perhaps even the self-same one, is sitting in this vehicle that is adjacent to the sidewalk outside the gym, and was in the same location on Tuesday when I departed, as well as today (Thursday).
As today was two workouts, yoga and gym, the gangstalking action was on the heavy side today, and that includes the obesers that keep showing up and parking their guts in front of me for a side profile look. Other games included having two gangstalkers on the sidewalk, some 40' apart, who individually made the same move to then place their back toward me as I approached and walked by, both of them on my right side, one of the hallowed gangstalkers placements it seems.
And after yoga, in accordance with the high percentage event, two military dudes were crossing the residental street I typically use, each bearing a Starbucks coffee cup, (read, brown substance, portable reference color), just sauntering along. In past blogs I have noted these same uniform dressed military types after the yoga class on this same street, and to date, I haven't recieved any replies as to why they might be there at that time, save gangstalking. As mentioned before, there isn't a military base for 5 miles, so why are they there in a residential area? Sometimes these military fucks are toting plastic bags, another gangstalker prop of near ubiquitous use.
Today's yoga class was a mixed bag; the regulars were all in position to scoop the location I usually use, and the obdurate corpulent cretin that featured at the Tuesday class "showed up" again. He hadn't been for four weeks, and I was glad to see the back of him, but there he was, in the instructor's location, who arrived after me. He did his usual "flaking out", and for the most part he laid down on the ground when we were active, first on his back, and later on his front. Then he did the standard window blocking, the same move my father pulls repeatedly, and so went the class. It is all too curious knowing that it is entirely scripted, and rehearsed by everyone but me. It was heavy on the meditation and breathing today, and plenty of back stretches and movement before we got into poses.
And there was scads more to mention, but I suspect my choices are being governed down these days, and what you get to read has been vetted by the perps well in advance. Assuming this blog is really on the web, as there has been past evidence that my computing world is not on my PC, but a node, that being someone else's computer. Again, this was mentioned in a past blog, and I did not recieve any answers as to the curious file location name that I saw, and pasted into the blog posting.
And some fierce radiation emanating from this LCD panel when I got back from the gym this afternoon, which is reminiscent of when I was hiking until I sold my vehicle in 2005. I would get this torrent of plasma and other emanations that almost made the LCD display unviewable. So it would appear the perps have cranked up the irradiation, using the LCD as a source. And that they cannot "cook me" to the desired level while I am walking about. Their solution is to cut down on my outside activities. I wondered why the adjacent apartment, ths site of a daycare, has moved out two days ago. It may be that the perps are going to crank up the irradiation to a level that they don't want the children to absorb. (Because they get reduced brain function and fundamental learning disabilities to which I can attest). For the record, this is not ionizing radiation, but some other kind that is not part of conventionally understood physics. The beams a palpable, especially on the eyes.
And I note, sure as fall comes, that there has been another school massacre, this one in Finland. I was hoping that the perps had finished their destructive blood sampling of children, but no, they must of cranked up someone who was already on the edge, and had him do over a school. I have reported on like atrocities before, especially last year when there were at least four in North America in the first month of school, which cannot of been a fluke. Can me a conspiracist if you like, but these tend to fit the perp pattern and their obsession over blood samples (me, by punching in the street, senseless shaving nicks, and clinically), with another of their obsessions, the bioenergetics of provenance, or geographic location.
I was hoping that the perps were over this brutality of collecting bioenergetic data, but I also noted that there was a shooting rampage in a Wisconsin apartment last month, where all six victims were either students or recent graduates of Crandon High School. This would be a change up from the perp's usual practice, killing students at the school, but still may have their dark hand behind it, changing the provenance of the student's demise, and all associated with the same academic institution.
2020h
A new link on the template, "On the Need for New Criteria of Diagnosis of Psychosis in the Light of Mind Invasive Technology" by Carole Smith, and it is a reasoned analysis that reflects what is happening with remotely applied technologies, and the head-in-the-sand approach of the so called professional clinical bodies. As in, never heard of remote neural monitoring or control, nor directed energy weapons, therefore, anyone who claims such is paranoid. Justifiably and rationally paranoid perhaps, but not clinically, and not until the thesis of this paper is taken seriously.
2035h
I went to view the World Court website to see if they would be disposed to look into my case, and I got an array of plasma on the screen, making it unviewable. So much for that line of inquiry for now.
Another development of late, in concert with the perps using many more silver-grey and mid-grey color variations of their gangstalking vehicles, is that I am getting more barrages of grey toned plasma. After the usual slanging match with the perps over the harassment in applying peanut butter and jam to my toast, which happens every morning now, they peppered the dinner plate area adjacent to the toast with 1/4" grey dots, in varying tones of grey. This lasted only a few seconds, and it apalls me that they are resorting to this more invasive method, albeit largely benign, after five and a half years of intense harassment, every mortal minute. To me, it seems that the perps are using what I predicted they would over four years ago now, for the first time. Or, at least, I think it was my prediction and not a planted thought.
2230h
A third evening of a Dusty Springfield fix on Youtube. It would seem the perps are screwing with the depiction of her eyes on thse old videos, as they are being blacked out so often. This fits with the perps ongoing games over this feature as it is presented on myriad web pages, images, and even real people.
Time to call this blog done for the day.
The post dinner overhead clunking and rumbling has started up, and even some noise from below. So much for the sound dampening qualities of concrete and steel floors.
I had the brown robed monk pushing and empty shopping cart instead of a walker today, this when on my gym outing, which followed yoga this morning. And the number of shiftless loitering males in dark brown clothing has increased of late, and even in multiple fabrics, one brown garment over the other. After this double-brown gangstalker stopped to tie his shoes in the middle of the sidewalk, to then pop up only 3' in front of me to place himself in a lead-ahead gangstalker mode, I passed by him, and then he "decided" to pass me by running ahead at the first traffic light. Meanwhile, another white dressed gangstalker was paralleling me, this dude walking through an emptied parking lot, and then he and the double browner converged on me at the sidewalk. This is the typical close-in action anytime I exit a building where there is some justification to ambulatory busyness.
The atrocious looking chinless blonde in green hair was also at the gym today, the second time this week. And I did not want to look at this visual mess, and yet the perps kept redirecting my attention to look at her. There was no question that she was being featured in the gym, but they decided that wasn't enough. So, when I departed for my apartment after gym, there she was, only 60' ahead of me wearing a red jacket for more color clash against her loathesome green hair. The three blondes were not there today, or at least none in the class. The perps appear to be working me over with the brown-greenish skinned corpulent dude, on his second week of parading his gut about and following behind me on the exercise equipment I use.
And it seemed all set up to send me onto the bicycles early in the half hour free session of gym that precedes the floor exercises we do together. From the bicycle I got to see the profusion of "do-squats" sitting on the equipment, or else standing around, doing absolutely nothing at the gym. Some of sitting operatives/gangstalkers don't even use the equipment they are on, but simply proceed to another piece of equipment to do nothing there too. I have worked out in a number of gyms, but I have never seen so many sitting around like this. At one point it was 15 gangstalkers ringed around me, and about four of them actually working out. Fucking nuts, and all the more telling too is that I was covertly followed and monitored in all the past gym facilities under the guise of normal, and nowhere had I seen so many "do-squats".
As usual, there were some fugly clothing colors in the gym, and the perps seemed to be keying in on red and black clothing combinations, and added an orange and black kid with black hair into the color mix. There was a person/gangstalker with a pink red towel who was following me around last week, and now I seen that this same colored towel, and perhaps even the self-same one, is sitting in this vehicle that is adjacent to the sidewalk outside the gym, and was in the same location on Tuesday when I departed, as well as today (Thursday).
As today was two workouts, yoga and gym, the gangstalking action was on the heavy side today, and that includes the obesers that keep showing up and parking their guts in front of me for a side profile look. Other games included having two gangstalkers on the sidewalk, some 40' apart, who individually made the same move to then place their back toward me as I approached and walked by, both of them on my right side, one of the hallowed gangstalkers placements it seems.
And after yoga, in accordance with the high percentage event, two military dudes were crossing the residental street I typically use, each bearing a Starbucks coffee cup, (read, brown substance, portable reference color), just sauntering along. In past blogs I have noted these same uniform dressed military types after the yoga class on this same street, and to date, I haven't recieved any replies as to why they might be there at that time, save gangstalking. As mentioned before, there isn't a military base for 5 miles, so why are they there in a residential area? Sometimes these military fucks are toting plastic bags, another gangstalker prop of near ubiquitous use.
Today's yoga class was a mixed bag; the regulars were all in position to scoop the location I usually use, and the obdurate corpulent cretin that featured at the Tuesday class "showed up" again. He hadn't been for four weeks, and I was glad to see the back of him, but there he was, in the instructor's location, who arrived after me. He did his usual "flaking out", and for the most part he laid down on the ground when we were active, first on his back, and later on his front. Then he did the standard window blocking, the same move my father pulls repeatedly, and so went the class. It is all too curious knowing that it is entirely scripted, and rehearsed by everyone but me. It was heavy on the meditation and breathing today, and plenty of back stretches and movement before we got into poses.
And there was scads more to mention, but I suspect my choices are being governed down these days, and what you get to read has been vetted by the perps well in advance. Assuming this blog is really on the web, as there has been past evidence that my computing world is not on my PC, but a node, that being someone else's computer. Again, this was mentioned in a past blog, and I did not recieve any answers as to the curious file location name that I saw, and pasted into the blog posting.
And some fierce radiation emanating from this LCD panel when I got back from the gym this afternoon, which is reminiscent of when I was hiking until I sold my vehicle in 2005. I would get this torrent of plasma and other emanations that almost made the LCD display unviewable. So it would appear the perps have cranked up the irradiation, using the LCD as a source. And that they cannot "cook me" to the desired level while I am walking about. Their solution is to cut down on my outside activities. I wondered why the adjacent apartment, ths site of a daycare, has moved out two days ago. It may be that the perps are going to crank up the irradiation to a level that they don't want the children to absorb. (Because they get reduced brain function and fundamental learning disabilities to which I can attest). For the record, this is not ionizing radiation, but some other kind that is not part of conventionally understood physics. The beams a palpable, especially on the eyes.
And I note, sure as fall comes, that there has been another school massacre, this one in Finland. I was hoping that the perps had finished their destructive blood sampling of children, but no, they must of cranked up someone who was already on the edge, and had him do over a school. I have reported on like atrocities before, especially last year when there were at least four in North America in the first month of school, which cannot of been a fluke. Can me a conspiracist if you like, but these tend to fit the perp pattern and their obsession over blood samples (me, by punching in the street, senseless shaving nicks, and clinically), with another of their obsessions, the bioenergetics of provenance, or geographic location.
I was hoping that the perps were over this brutality of collecting bioenergetic data, but I also noted that there was a shooting rampage in a Wisconsin apartment last month, where all six victims were either students or recent graduates of Crandon High School. This would be a change up from the perp's usual practice, killing students at the school, but still may have their dark hand behind it, changing the provenance of the student's demise, and all associated with the same academic institution.
2020h
A new link on the template, "On the Need for New Criteria of Diagnosis of Psychosis in the Light of Mind Invasive Technology" by Carole Smith, and it is a reasoned analysis that reflects what is happening with remotely applied technologies, and the head-in-the-sand approach of the so called professional clinical bodies. As in, never heard of remote neural monitoring or control, nor directed energy weapons, therefore, anyone who claims such is paranoid. Justifiably and rationally paranoid perhaps, but not clinically, and not until the thesis of this paper is taken seriously.
2035h
I went to view the World Court website to see if they would be disposed to look into my case, and I got an array of plasma on the screen, making it unviewable. So much for that line of inquiry for now.
Another development of late, in concert with the perps using many more silver-grey and mid-grey color variations of their gangstalking vehicles, is that I am getting more barrages of grey toned plasma. After the usual slanging match with the perps over the harassment in applying peanut butter and jam to my toast, which happens every morning now, they peppered the dinner plate area adjacent to the toast with 1/4" grey dots, in varying tones of grey. This lasted only a few seconds, and it apalls me that they are resorting to this more invasive method, albeit largely benign, after five and a half years of intense harassment, every mortal minute. To me, it seems that the perps are using what I predicted they would over four years ago now, for the first time. Or, at least, I think it was my prediction and not a planted thought.
2230h
A third evening of a Dusty Springfield fix on Youtube. It would seem the perps are screwing with the depiction of her eyes on thse old videos, as they are being blacked out so often. This fits with the perps ongoing games over this feature as it is presented on myriad web pages, images, and even real people.
Time to call this blog done for the day.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Shopping Swarm
1135h
I did the gangstalking gauntlet run, a 15 minute walk to a grocery store, and I got my swarm when I got inside. Besides the usual stocking cart with brown cardboard boxes at the chocolate section (again), they were all over me at each location I intended to go to. And they made sure I knew about it with their obvious moves and feints. The lip licking, tongue in cheek, or other open mouthed stunts were a gimme, as were the "restless" shoppers who pace back and forth, hands to their chin as if a momentous shopping decision has to be made, and then walk off with no items. Then about 10 of them came behind me at the checkout, and a seen-before gangstalker woman was on duty again, this time in a brown wool poncho, her head in perfect profile, which is what they often do at the designated moment for "me" (per mind-fuck script) to look at them. By the time I was out of there, the males were in swarming mode, putting on their coughings, scratching their crotches, touching their nose with their fingers and the rest of the secret games they play, all likely to enhance their remote energy readings.
1230h
This is a news item with respect to developing online cameras in commercial aircraft seatbacks to view all passengers in real time. The following quote caught my eye:
And to be fair, there is more of this; and I am sure the game is to have their operatives and shills to be extra-obvious, and tip their hand some, all for me to detect the games are in progress, as per usual.
The perps are going with more brown dressed gangstalkers, and even on the males now. And even the lowest form of males (by appearence), the shiftless scummy looking quasi-vagrants who seem to have no apparent purpose in doing their standing around.
1540h
The overhead clunking and front door slamming has ended, and a rare quietness has taken over. It was the tea and chocolate that was the big attraction for the noiseflurry, the latter brown colored item being of significant interest to the perp assholes.
And I read that the Virginia Tech massacre that happened yesterday had a case of administrative brain farts to go with it, so the remainder of the massacre could proceed as planned. The signature of the perps, mind-fuck the responsible parties into inaction, so the event can proceed as planned. That sounds like what happened at the US Airforce bases on 9/11. Pardon me from being cynical on this one, but when the perps can mind fuck me to drive the wrong way down a one way street in a city I know better than any other, they can also have the selected victim mind fucked to then go on a shooting rampage thinking it was OK to do so. As mentioned yesterday, it has the "death in place" that they like so much, preferably with one's blood also making direct contact with the surrounding ground, floors and other objects. That there was a series of false alarms that caused disruption the week before, a perp activity to obtain a foreshortened contact time, say with the desk and chair one is at, has perp handiwork written all over it. It is very common for the perps to cause my activities to be curtailed, or even cancelled without notice. Another stunt at shows and cinemas is to have everyone move one seat along owing to latecomers who were promised a seat. As I type this up I am getting the overhead clunking, so I will give this piece a rest.
1640h
After a 30 minute round of noise flurries, room shakings and maser and plasma events, the perps decided to lie low, and then fuck me with a surprise overhead clunking and simultaneous zapping and then fuck me into yelling at the assholes, louder than if I was left to my own devices. Then they start up the talking noise outside my room immediately following, and are now herding in the hallway and then slamming the front door (20' away) upon exit, which is the cover story for shaking this room. There are at least four rooms closer than mine to the front door, so why haven't these "tenants" complained about front door building shake? The simple answer is that there is the pretence of other lodgers, but they don't live here, even if "conveniently" exiting their door as I go by.
And as I pressed the mouse (clicking noise), a shadow flash came across this room. This is where the room darkens down momentarily (< one second duration), even if lit by unimpeded sunlight.
1805h
I am getting the yapping kid noise outside my window, this from the right side. It is the pre-dinnertime noisestalking period, and this is what the perps have served up, probably to cover me through making dinner as well.
2015h
I got a shock in the head that occured simultaneously with a click from the hallway. They have some kind of assay device there as they are often clicking it. The same noise also occured at two past residences. I suspect if I go out there it will have been de-materialized, as in disappeared, as this has happened before.
2100h
Time to call this a blog posting; relative quiet for the past hour, a rare instance.
I did the gangstalking gauntlet run, a 15 minute walk to a grocery store, and I got my swarm when I got inside. Besides the usual stocking cart with brown cardboard boxes at the chocolate section (again), they were all over me at each location I intended to go to. And they made sure I knew about it with their obvious moves and feints. The lip licking, tongue in cheek, or other open mouthed stunts were a gimme, as were the "restless" shoppers who pace back and forth, hands to their chin as if a momentous shopping decision has to be made, and then walk off with no items. Then about 10 of them came behind me at the checkout, and a seen-before gangstalker woman was on duty again, this time in a brown wool poncho, her head in perfect profile, which is what they often do at the designated moment for "me" (per mind-fuck script) to look at them. By the time I was out of there, the males were in swarming mode, putting on their coughings, scratching their crotches, touching their nose with their fingers and the rest of the secret games they play, all likely to enhance their remote energy readings.
1230h
This is a news item with respect to developing online cameras in commercial aircraft seatbacks to view all passengers in real time. The following quote caught my eye:
Scientists from Britain and Germany are spending £25million developing a system which they hope will make it virtually impossible to hijack an airliner by providing pilots and cabin crew with an early warning of a possible terrorist attack such as 9/11.
They say that rapid eye movements, blinking excessively, licking lips or ways of stroking hair or ears are classic symptoms of somebody trying to conceal something.As for the latter statement about symptoms of concealment, this is what I see all the time I am out in public!
And to be fair, there is more of this; and I am sure the game is to have their operatives and shills to be extra-obvious, and tip their hand some, all for me to detect the games are in progress, as per usual.
The perps are going with more brown dressed gangstalkers, and even on the males now. And even the lowest form of males (by appearence), the shiftless scummy looking quasi-vagrants who seem to have no apparent purpose in doing their standing around.
1540h
The overhead clunking and front door slamming has ended, and a rare quietness has taken over. It was the tea and chocolate that was the big attraction for the noiseflurry, the latter brown colored item being of significant interest to the perp assholes.
And I read that the Virginia Tech massacre that happened yesterday had a case of administrative brain farts to go with it, so the remainder of the massacre could proceed as planned. The signature of the perps, mind-fuck the responsible parties into inaction, so the event can proceed as planned. That sounds like what happened at the US Airforce bases on 9/11. Pardon me from being cynical on this one, but when the perps can mind fuck me to drive the wrong way down a one way street in a city I know better than any other, they can also have the selected victim mind fucked to then go on a shooting rampage thinking it was OK to do so. As mentioned yesterday, it has the "death in place" that they like so much, preferably with one's blood also making direct contact with the surrounding ground, floors and other objects. That there was a series of false alarms that caused disruption the week before, a perp activity to obtain a foreshortened contact time, say with the desk and chair one is at, has perp handiwork written all over it. It is very common for the perps to cause my activities to be curtailed, or even cancelled without notice. Another stunt at shows and cinemas is to have everyone move one seat along owing to latecomers who were promised a seat. As I type this up I am getting the overhead clunking, so I will give this piece a rest.
1640h
After a 30 minute round of noise flurries, room shakings and maser and plasma events, the perps decided to lie low, and then fuck me with a surprise overhead clunking and simultaneous zapping and then fuck me into yelling at the assholes, louder than if I was left to my own devices. Then they start up the talking noise outside my room immediately following, and are now herding in the hallway and then slamming the front door (20' away) upon exit, which is the cover story for shaking this room. There are at least four rooms closer than mine to the front door, so why haven't these "tenants" complained about front door building shake? The simple answer is that there is the pretence of other lodgers, but they don't live here, even if "conveniently" exiting their door as I go by.
And as I pressed the mouse (clicking noise), a shadow flash came across this room. This is where the room darkens down momentarily (< one second duration), even if lit by unimpeded sunlight.
1805h
I am getting the yapping kid noise outside my window, this from the right side. It is the pre-dinnertime noisestalking period, and this is what the perps have served up, probably to cover me through making dinner as well.
2015h
I got a shock in the head that occured simultaneously with a click from the hallway. They have some kind of assay device there as they are often clicking it. The same noise also occured at two past residences. I suspect if I go out there it will have been de-materialized, as in disappeared, as this has happened before.
2100h
Time to call this a blog posting; relative quiet for the past hour, a rare instance.
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