11-27-2018
Blood test at the hospital today, next door to where I am working in construction on the new 6 floor extension. And in keeping with the consistent fuckery over such events, the assholes hit me with two forced forgets. I "forgot" wallet with the all important health care card, and also "forgot" my cell phone, used for clocking in at work. A never-before double forget mind fuck. I drove home at our coffee break at 0900h and retrieved both. And to no surprise, the vehicular gangstalking was intense, as were the vehicular cluster-fucks at intersections. The is the norm when heading home during regular work hours to deal with forced "forgets", mid-day appointments etc.
Prior to coffee break, a confluence four other tradesmen came into this 5m x 3m room where I was working. I had been there late yesterday all by myself, and no one was around. And in addition, my boss came around too.
I took my blood test at the day's end, about 1500h, and this time I was the only one there. Usually there is some 10-15 people ahead of me, along with staff activity. One such activity is for someone to enter or exit an adjacent doorway, and in doing so, cause the wall to shake, and thereby, my seat back as well. The lab tech seemed particularly distant and cursory for some reason. As always, I never give off any vibe or like for this to occur, and yet it "happens" with such consistency that I wonder if there isn't some kind of telltale identifying field around me that others can see, and I cannot.
Yoga yesterday, another interesting show, again heavy on the tattoos, truly an Unfavored sight. This time the tattoo-ed instructor wore long sleeves and hid most of hers, so instead I had the woman beside me doing a full arm show. Fucking disgusting IMHO. I also got skunked from my usual mat location by a new Asian male yogi, surely another one installed who will likely pass through this shit show, as so many do.
After yoga, a new "practice" of the class members is to swarm me afterward. For the past five years the class members held back, as if commanded by some common agent, and I was in the change area alone for the most part. Now, a sudden change in post-yoga behavior and I am now swarmed in short order. One attractive woman who was turning around to go gives me a sharp look for whatever reason from 8' away and I stare back without any acknowledgement or change in countenance. (I internalize these directed stares with a "fuck you, what is there to look at" notion). As usual, I get to feel like a constant freak, and yet there is no reason for this common behavioral event that erupts and is directed at me. And all this began in 04-2002 when the perps first went berserk/overt on me.
Immediately after this eye contact with the attractive woman, three dudes from the yoga class swarm in front of her to block my view, or otherwise intervene in the space between me and her. (She was heading out the door then anyhow). Which then illustrates another long standing perp stalking stunt; have my view of the babe (Favored) be replaced by a dude, or dudes (Unfavored, both) in this case. Though, this stalking stunt vignette was complexed with the above mentioned piss-off of having her glare at me for absolutely no reason. And what in the fuck was that about, and why does it play out so consistently for 16 years of this insane choreographed abuse-athon that I have been cast into?
11-30-2018
The construction work site is winding down with a whole lot less trades dudes about. But the heavy stalking at every turn I make when transiting the corridors and at elevators from a consistent group 10 or so is just too obvious for words. Sometimes the same stalking Fuckwit "happens" to pop out from the same door when I am making the same corner in the same direction, 20 minutes apart. (I am usually fetching supplies for others, so I often cover the same beat at frequent intervals).
The radiotherapy side effect damage, aka, ass-leaking that has dogged me for 10 months has somehow been increased of late. I went home at lunch, and yet again, any mid-work day transiting began hordes of heavy vehicular gangstalkling.
Another gangstalking plague that has been noted at the work site in prior postings are the E. Indian cleaner workers. Yet again, there they were at every floor when I starting a new task. Yesterday, they upped their coverage yet again, by descending on our trade office when I was about to have lunch there. As soon as I saw that set-up, I got the hell out and had lunch outside, which was warmer that it had been of recent weeks.
As work seems to be winding down, despite what the boss man says, I took some of my stuff home, and lo, yet again, I find that someone stole some of my special cobalt steel 6" long drill bits, this from my second order; 3 in fact. This time it has to be someone in-house, as I locked them up every night after the first theft of my 6" drill bits (from the first order). Earlier someone stole 10 drill bits from the little box that was routinely left on the work cart. They had opened up the box, removed the drill bits and then put the box back where it was normally placed.
I thought about these drill bit thefts some more this evening, and concluded, in the absence of a confession, that the circumstantial evidence points to my skulking Russian co-worker of the last 8 weeks. Only he knew I wasn't using the first order of drill bits as they were too large diameter, and presumably felt comfortable stealing them all as he knew I had switched to smaller diameter drill bits that were store purchased. The second order of 6" drill bits, a length that one never sees in retail stores, were smaller diameter and arrived later. (After unexpected and considerable delays in delivery). He also had access to where there were stored in a locked cabinet overnight. And too, he would of also known of my habit of not retrieving the drill bits from the storage box until I needed a new one, often weeks later. I routinely kept the one in use on the cart until it became too dull, and, he knew that too, and felt comfortable stealing the bits from the storage box as there would be a latency of discovery by a week or more.
And what is with the medication intake fuckery now? After two years of taking them at the same time every day, suddenly I "forget"?
And too, what is with the lunch spoon fuckery. I routinely pack my titanium spoon with my lunch, and have done for over 5 years, and suddenly I "forget"? The deal with this is that the former folding titanium spoon, which had a "habit" of folding unexpectedly, (read psychopathic perp intervention) became my back up spoon that was kept in my pack should the replacement (single piece, also titanium) spoon be "forgotten". Well, four such "forgets" in two weeks, with the back up spoon being available, isn't normal, and is nothing less than blatant mind fuckery. And likely for the purposes for some kind of comparison, as the metal content and type (and presumably, energetics) of eating utensils and my food digestion has long been of interest to these assholes. And presumably, the titanium source in each soon instance was from differing smelters and ore supplies, or whatever the other parameters these assholes are pursuing while they run and ruin my life to the most possible degree.
And the number of maser eruptions has increased of late at the hospital work site. Very often there is automatic door opening hardware (motor, wires, aluminum box) over the door, from which an eruption of blackish filamentous "stuff" just erupts and comes at me. The perps are nuts when I enter and exit doors, and are very often a prime gangstalking site for their shills and operatives to circulate around me, and sometimes hold me up while some kind of excuse is made for them to delay. This time, they seem to be replacing the gangstalkers with their magnetic beams and fields. It is my contention that the gangstalkers are placed for their energetic interactions (among other reasons such as view blocking), as bio-field interference agents, whose bio-field would interfere and interact with mine, and from which some kind of measurement or detection can be remotely determined. Only when they are confident in the baseline of energetic interaction study, at a certain site or regular path, do they back off and then start using their technological means such as magnetic beams such as masers and plasma beams. Which also explains that the stalking and fuckery is always intense whenever I am first in a new location or circumstance, say, new job. Just my observation.
And I see that the assholes are still at their pill (medication) color fuckery games. My ADD Rx, re-started in 07-2018, and of a black and transparent capsule with orange microspheres visible through the transparent part, has now been switched to a generic form. This new form is an all orange colored capsule with white micro-spheres inside. And here we are, now 16.5 years into this protracted and senseless abuse-athon, and here are they are still putzing with my medication color. These been the same medications that were suspended for 16 years due to their fucking insane and illegal interventions when they first went berserk/overt in 04-2002. Get a grip assholes, and get the fuck out.
Enough venom unloaded for a week, and to see what the next will bring.
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Sunday, December 02, 2018
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Wrap for the Last Two Weeks
A serious round of demotivation for the past two weeks, combined with re-starting farm work Sept. 09, 2011 to crimp my evening time to a minimum. This is a scattered summary of events for the last two weeks, as there is always constant perp abuses, stunts, affronts and other staged harassment that are too numerous to mention in detail.
The red, orange, and yellow color games continue, with the perps fucking me out of my prescription, the first time ever I have had one lost. It was in my wallet and somehow "disappeared". I never lose items from my wallet, but it "happened" in order to mess around with the yellow colored pills, a continuing perp fascination and jerkaround scene.
I found out at the pharmacy that I lost my Rx, and the pharmacy tech said for me to get a Rx request from my doctor to fax the pharmacy. It was a Thursday, and I phoned in a message to the doctor. No reply on the Friday when I got back from work. So.., I now "recalled" that there is a provision for an emergency supply where the pharmacist can prescribe a 5 day supply, and I phoned in for that and they were OK with it and I picked it up after a 20 delay in the store because they said they suddenly got swamped. Needless to say my gangstalkers were out, the same ones hounding me in all corners of the store with their unerring ability to find me. Both medications came in the same size blue carbonate plastic bottles,a departure for the yellow colored ones as they normally come in a larger white polyethyelene bottle. No doubt this was the entire jerkaround was all about.
I phone again the doctor's office to leave a message for the third time, and on the Monday I get a message saying that I need to ask the pharmacist to make a request to the doctor. Like WTF, the fucking pharmacy could of told me this too, and somehow they "forgot" and got it totally backwards, sending me to get my doctor to initiate the request. This is at least the second time the pharmacy has jerked me around in the same manner. And so, by Tuesday I get the Rx in full again, and finished up the emergency supply the day after a Wednesday. And have I mentioned the perp's fascination with certain colors and the jerkarounds I get, especially with respect to the color of medications and the bottle they are in? Many times, and this little fuckover stunt, initiated by the prescription loss and the pharmacy neglecting to tell me that they can prescribe a 5 day emergency supply and it is THEY who initiate a prescription request by fax is part of the continuing game of getting service that is often flat wrong, or at best, negligent in their duties. All to piss around with Rx bottles, their colors, their plastic formulation an bottle size. This, after nine years of this insane reign abuse that began 04-2002.
I have been working late most of the past week, to 1830h or 1900h, then a 20 min. walk to the bus stop, and lo, if there isn't some 5 to 10 Fuckwits collected at the bus stop, and then many more enroute, to stuff the bus to near capacity. We are talking about reverse commute here, 7:00pm, mid-week and downtown bound no less. An expectable number of bus travellers on the #6 route on a weekday at this time is some 5 to 12 passengers, but twice or three times that many has suddenly erupted, save for one day.
And of course if they are going to swamp me with gangstalking Fuckwits on the bus, then they are also going to swamp me with freaks. And so they did; I had six tattoo-ed (read, Unfavored) Fuckwits arranged around me on one homebound city bus trip, though for the most part they have a mixture of Unfavoreds; dudes in baggy shorts (even if much cooler temperatures now), male skinheads, red hair including a woman who dyed her hair to be one tone brighter orange/red than the normal natural color, vagrants, fat folk, curly haired, headscarf wearing types, negroes and a few others that don't come to mind as I type this up.
Last Saturday one of the Mexican farm workers came to my apartment to try get his laptop converted to Spanish, even though he speaks and reads English. That and some PC maintenance was good for some three hours of together time, both laptop and this PC in close proximity and of course, the LCD screens and whatever color response games the perps get out of it. And too, concluding at 1330h with no lunch, in keepiong with the games the perps like to do, putting on major jerkaround stunts just before mealtime, and of course, prolonging meal time. And as it "happened", I was getting my bedsheets laundered while the Mexican guy was here, and lo, if the washing machine didn't malfunction and the spin cycle failed. So... while he was here, I made extra trips to the dryer to rescue my laundry, putting in on an extra dryer cycle and hang drying the towels in my apartment as they were too wet. And today, it was launder said bedsheets and towels on the sixth floor and take them to the seventh floor dryer to get them done in a single hour long cycle. And at no time does the apartment manager put a notice on the laundry equipment to say "out of order', or that it is fixed. One has to pay money to find out if it runs or not.
Last week, a stunt at the farm job to create a situation to have a tetanus shot. There are bent nails welded onto this modified dolly to hold gunnysacks open to drop just-harvested corn in them. And well aware of how the perps will exploit anything, especially if in novel circumstances, they gave me a puncture wound in my right forearm when it was at least 4" from this bent nail. So... I attend to a bleeding wound in the field with a bandaid I have in my pack, (been there for about five years as they once pulled a bleeding would on a trail hike) and carry on. The farmer didn't give a shit, the farmer's son wanted me to declare it as a home injury, and so when I got to the local clinic, why, it was just closing at 1900h. So... I go there the next morning and get a tetanus shot from the doctor, who didn't ask where it happened. I step outside and the first thing I see is a mobile teool sharpening vehicle outside the doctor's office. I have remarked on past (arranged) coincidences of cut foods delivery trucks when I have been cutting daffodil flowers, so I can only assume the tool sharpening truck was parked there for reasons related to steel metal contact (tetanus injection needle) in my arm. And lo, if I don't mention this to the farmer's son who tells me he keeps up on his tetanus shots and gets them every ten year, as recommended. And of course there were extra Fuckwits on the city bus afterwards, public transport being nothing but a mobile gangstalking platform.
09-17-2011
A breakdown on the potato washing conveyor again; same as yesterday. And the same alternate work, pick strawberries from the everbearing patch. And like the day before, the farmer's son comes after some 20 minutes or so, to have me and one english speaking Mexican to go to the Haunted House display (for Halloween) to clean it up from dust and debris. And as it really in a barn, with plywood walls, there aren't many power outlets to run the vacuum cleaner and needed lighting to see what we are doing. To mitigate these adversities, I made many trips outside to get a trouble lamp, then the lightbulb blew by itself, the bulb falling from it socket, so that necessitated another trip to find lightbulbs, as did getting needed extension cords. Then more messing around to find the lighting on the electrical panel, and so it went, but we did get to some vacuum cleaning of the dusty displays.
And what do the perps do if they need me to have a mid-day exposure to the sight of a motorcycle? Why, they have a biker arrive on his Harley and park it outside the warehouse door for me to see from the inside. The biker also made some gangstlalking pass-bys for no seeming reason. Not to mention the trail bike stunts the farmer's son puts on a few times each day, though to be fair he is a trail bike racer from long ago. I have no idea why the perps constantly hound me with motorcycle noise and also make a point of having parked ones as props. They have been very consistent in doing this for the past 9 years or so, with this past summer being especially busy for this particular stunt and noise game.
Another big deal it seems for the perps is to have me harvest pumpkins and squash with my secateurs, (hand pruners) while the others twist them off. Though one Mexican uses a dull machete. This seems to be part of the continuing game of the perps to compare knife or steel edge cut produce/plant material from other means. And I assume, is also part of their obsession with having me prune plants, another long running theme.
I am going to wrap this up and post it, as I don't expect that I will have much time for the remainder of the day. If I don't, it will likely be another week before a posting is completed, given the continuance of the above demotivated spell and minimal evening time.
The red, orange, and yellow color games continue, with the perps fucking me out of my prescription, the first time ever I have had one lost. It was in my wallet and somehow "disappeared". I never lose items from my wallet, but it "happened" in order to mess around with the yellow colored pills, a continuing perp fascination and jerkaround scene.
I found out at the pharmacy that I lost my Rx, and the pharmacy tech said for me to get a Rx request from my doctor to fax the pharmacy. It was a Thursday, and I phoned in a message to the doctor. No reply on the Friday when I got back from work. So.., I now "recalled" that there is a provision for an emergency supply where the pharmacist can prescribe a 5 day supply, and I phoned in for that and they were OK with it and I picked it up after a 20 delay in the store because they said they suddenly got swamped. Needless to say my gangstalkers were out, the same ones hounding me in all corners of the store with their unerring ability to find me. Both medications came in the same size blue carbonate plastic bottles,a departure for the yellow colored ones as they normally come in a larger white polyethyelene bottle. No doubt this was the entire jerkaround was all about.
I phone again the doctor's office to leave a message for the third time, and on the Monday I get a message saying that I need to ask the pharmacist to make a request to the doctor. Like WTF, the fucking pharmacy could of told me this too, and somehow they "forgot" and got it totally backwards, sending me to get my doctor to initiate the request. This is at least the second time the pharmacy has jerked me around in the same manner. And so, by Tuesday I get the Rx in full again, and finished up the emergency supply the day after a Wednesday. And have I mentioned the perp's fascination with certain colors and the jerkarounds I get, especially with respect to the color of medications and the bottle they are in? Many times, and this little fuckover stunt, initiated by the prescription loss and the pharmacy neglecting to tell me that they can prescribe a 5 day emergency supply and it is THEY who initiate a prescription request by fax is part of the continuing game of getting service that is often flat wrong, or at best, negligent in their duties. All to piss around with Rx bottles, their colors, their plastic formulation an bottle size. This, after nine years of this insane reign abuse that began 04-2002.
I have been working late most of the past week, to 1830h or 1900h, then a 20 min. walk to the bus stop, and lo, if there isn't some 5 to 10 Fuckwits collected at the bus stop, and then many more enroute, to stuff the bus to near capacity. We are talking about reverse commute here, 7:00pm, mid-week and downtown bound no less. An expectable number of bus travellers on the #6 route on a weekday at this time is some 5 to 12 passengers, but twice or three times that many has suddenly erupted, save for one day.
And of course if they are going to swamp me with gangstalking Fuckwits on the bus, then they are also going to swamp me with freaks. And so they did; I had six tattoo-ed (read, Unfavored) Fuckwits arranged around me on one homebound city bus trip, though for the most part they have a mixture of Unfavoreds; dudes in baggy shorts (even if much cooler temperatures now), male skinheads, red hair including a woman who dyed her hair to be one tone brighter orange/red than the normal natural color, vagrants, fat folk, curly haired, headscarf wearing types, negroes and a few others that don't come to mind as I type this up.
Last Saturday one of the Mexican farm workers came to my apartment to try get his laptop converted to Spanish, even though he speaks and reads English. That and some PC maintenance was good for some three hours of together time, both laptop and this PC in close proximity and of course, the LCD screens and whatever color response games the perps get out of it. And too, concluding at 1330h with no lunch, in keepiong with the games the perps like to do, putting on major jerkaround stunts just before mealtime, and of course, prolonging meal time. And as it "happened", I was getting my bedsheets laundered while the Mexican guy was here, and lo, if the washing machine didn't malfunction and the spin cycle failed. So... while he was here, I made extra trips to the dryer to rescue my laundry, putting in on an extra dryer cycle and hang drying the towels in my apartment as they were too wet. And today, it was launder said bedsheets and towels on the sixth floor and take them to the seventh floor dryer to get them done in a single hour long cycle. And at no time does the apartment manager put a notice on the laundry equipment to say "out of order', or that it is fixed. One has to pay money to find out if it runs or not.
Last week, a stunt at the farm job to create a situation to have a tetanus shot. There are bent nails welded onto this modified dolly to hold gunnysacks open to drop just-harvested corn in them. And well aware of how the perps will exploit anything, especially if in novel circumstances, they gave me a puncture wound in my right forearm when it was at least 4" from this bent nail. So... I attend to a bleeding wound in the field with a bandaid I have in my pack, (been there for about five years as they once pulled a bleeding would on a trail hike) and carry on. The farmer didn't give a shit, the farmer's son wanted me to declare it as a home injury, and so when I got to the local clinic, why, it was just closing at 1900h. So... I go there the next morning and get a tetanus shot from the doctor, who didn't ask where it happened. I step outside and the first thing I see is a mobile teool sharpening vehicle outside the doctor's office. I have remarked on past (arranged) coincidences of cut foods delivery trucks when I have been cutting daffodil flowers, so I can only assume the tool sharpening truck was parked there for reasons related to steel metal contact (tetanus injection needle) in my arm. And lo, if I don't mention this to the farmer's son who tells me he keeps up on his tetanus shots and gets them every ten year, as recommended. And of course there were extra Fuckwits on the city bus afterwards, public transport being nothing but a mobile gangstalking platform.
09-17-2011
A breakdown on the potato washing conveyor again; same as yesterday. And the same alternate work, pick strawberries from the everbearing patch. And like the day before, the farmer's son comes after some 20 minutes or so, to have me and one english speaking Mexican to go to the Haunted House display (for Halloween) to clean it up from dust and debris. And as it really in a barn, with plywood walls, there aren't many power outlets to run the vacuum cleaner and needed lighting to see what we are doing. To mitigate these adversities, I made many trips outside to get a trouble lamp, then the lightbulb blew by itself, the bulb falling from it socket, so that necessitated another trip to find lightbulbs, as did getting needed extension cords. Then more messing around to find the lighting on the electrical panel, and so it went, but we did get to some vacuum cleaning of the dusty displays.
And what do the perps do if they need me to have a mid-day exposure to the sight of a motorcycle? Why, they have a biker arrive on his Harley and park it outside the warehouse door for me to see from the inside. The biker also made some gangstlalking pass-bys for no seeming reason. Not to mention the trail bike stunts the farmer's son puts on a few times each day, though to be fair he is a trail bike racer from long ago. I have no idea why the perps constantly hound me with motorcycle noise and also make a point of having parked ones as props. They have been very consistent in doing this for the past 9 years or so, with this past summer being especially busy for this particular stunt and noise game.
Another big deal it seems for the perps is to have me harvest pumpkins and squash with my secateurs, (hand pruners) while the others twist them off. Though one Mexican uses a dull machete. This seems to be part of the continuing game of the perps to compare knife or steel edge cut produce/plant material from other means. And I assume, is also part of their obsession with having me prune plants, another long running theme.
I am going to wrap this up and post it, as I don't expect that I will have much time for the remainder of the day. If I don't, it will likely be another week before a posting is completed, given the continuance of the above demotivated spell and minimal evening time.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Monday Perp Action
1335h
It is a post-parent's place stayover day, and if it runs true to form, I will be kept awake an hour or longer in bed before I am allowed to sleep tonight. I even told the shrink this near always consistency, and he wasn't moved any to conclude that my external conspirators' model of harassment by unconventional means just might be closer to reality than any clinical cause. But as I said in a past posting, he claims to be giving me medications to "help with dealing with the harassment". Big joke, that, as it is plain to me that the color of the medications is more important as affirmed by recent accelerated depletions of my medication by unknown means. A supplement and a white color pill medication were depleted faster than my own use, all to have only the yellow and white pills remaining.
I get noisestalked each time I ingest the medications and supplements, so it is no surprise that there is significant perps interest. There have been past managed refill need situations that lapsed into a long weekend which provided a five day medication interuption. As always, there was no clinical effects noticed from being off medications. And significant yellow color stalking will also erupt should I run out of the yellow and white pills, and then drop back to normal frequencies once I resume the medication.
My email on MCActivism (here) started a chain reaction of opprobrium again; I don't try to create any controversy, but only weigh in on technical issues where it may be useful. As the "MC" is shorthand for mind control, it is very likely that the audience is monitored and controlled as much as I am. There are at least two standard bearers who routinely get cranked up over what I say, and then continue into personal trashing. I find the best way is to drop out for a while, and let the "issue" lie fallow until it is forgotten. Even my premise that most of the countermeasures are taken to serve the interest of the perps, playing puppet masters, was ignored. This has been my experience for the non-pain or intense sufference avoidance harassment countermeasures, and even that is supect. When the assholes were beaming pounding head pain at me, I would go driving, often all night, and that relieved the paint assaults. As soon as I stopped, the head pains came on again. Then the pains would relent at work.
Only later was I aware of the fact that the perps appear to have fundamental problems in remotely assaying one's energetics on concrete and ashphalt surfaces, also in determining color interactions (clothing and vehicle color), and interactions with tire rubber. That "my" solution to avoiding head pain was a (planted) notion to serve another aspect of the harassment and nonconsensual human experimentation agenda. So much for my countermeasures, when everything I do was scripted. They would have over a 100 vehicles out on the I5 at 0300h, in two clusters, one ahead, and one behind. Then they would send one vehicle by me from the rearmost cluster to the one ahead, in differing colors of course.
And when at my parent's place earlier today, my mother was up to her typical feints of "recalling" something just as she got in the vehicle, and adroitly leaving the vehicle door and the adjacent house door open so the interior of the house was visible from the driver's seat. This time it was a printer cartridge which is total bullshit, as she rarely prints anything. And as we have done this one before, she "decided" to bring out the LED flashlight to help, even though I got the cartridge out before she had returned with it. As one can discern, abruptly leaving a location/situation and then returning to it is one of the most common gangstalker moves going. Hence my more unusual take on Paris Hilton's woes of being in jail, out again, and then in again, albeit over a course of a week in this case.
And in the case of my mother's games with the printer cartridge, it then became the cover story of opening and closing three kitchen drawers to find a plastic bag to put it in. The needless opening of cupboards and drawers has been going on for years at their place and on occasion, I get mind-fucked into doing the same, as a "mistake" in going to the wrong location in my kitchen. And for the record, I never, ever make that kind of "mistake" past the second day of moving into a new location.
Another example of out-and-out mind control was last week, where I was mind-controlled to leave my breakfast dishes in the kitchen, and head to the bathroom for showering and shaving. I even came out of the bathroom with my pills in hand and went back to the kitchen to get a glass with water for pill intake. Only afterwards was I allowed to be aware of the fact that I had violated my decades long practice of doing the breakfast dishes immediately following breakfast, and in the second instance, walked by all the dishes and "didn't notice" that I had violated my habits. If this is not blatant and wanton mind-control, then I don't know what is.
1515h
I made a short shopping trip and was swarmed by the gangstalkers in two stores. They put on at least "just stand there" sentries enroute, and made sure the female white haired "customer" in front was another lead-ahead gangstalker, mysteriously delaying her egress to end up in front of me on the street. And once past her, an identically color dressed (all black) male gangstalker then took over gangstalking duties and followed me into the apartment building and then into the elevator, being held open by another fucker who appeared to be readied, as I did not see him arrive ahead of me.
Then the perps would not let me open the cookies I purchased, dithering my finger coordination to protract this activity to then enrage me. Again, they don't want me eating chocolate bars now, but instead, have directed me to chocolate cookies which are just as expensive. They also depleted at least two other items I had intended to purchase out of mind, and it is rare that I am allowed to fulfil a intended list of aquistions.
1800h
The highlights of the First Feral family gathering last night, first at my brother's for dinner, and then onto my parent's place was the deliberate standing in the way of the TV. Just planting themselves, my brother and my father later. In the case of the latter, I have alread reamed him out once before, but he has the Alzheimer's act as a cover story. There is a substantive magnetic field coming off the CRT type TV's, and of course there is the color interactions as well. With that combination, it is no surprise that the First Feral Family members are engaging in this level of blatant fuckery.
And he routinely puts on extra space outs whenever there is company; he did the same as last night, putting on a major "forget". All I know is that someone is running him or he is playing the script, as there is no way with Alzheimers that one could be so routine in flaunting how muddled he is. No one in the family seems to be terribly moved by all the possible ramifications of my father's purported dementia.
And while watching televison with them last night, they put on their duelling coughs last night; first one, then the other, and trading back and forth a few times. Another regular routine is for them to move their legs together in unison, crossing and uncrossing. And the next absurdity in this was that in doing so, and each pretending to be unaware of the other, their feet even clashed together a few times, this while sitting some 4' apart and moving their legs in unison. Neither mentions anything to the other is this extra-obvious feint.
When I am at my parent's place I am watching the TV while further back than they are, and I am viewing it between them. This is a similar setup to the perps games of creating "tunnel views" where the sight of someone, usually a unfavored demographic member, is planted between two gangstalkers.
This happened last week, when walking to my yoga class, where a black and white dressed ambulatory male gangstalker "met" an oncoming all black dressed gangstalker, and they did their usual discussion breakout, as so often happens. I looked away for an instant, and lo, when I looked again, there was a white and red color dressed woman further back, just standing there, who was spatially arranged between them. This little "threesome" of designed coincidence lasted a minute or so until I was getting closer to this arrangement, and then they split apart, all going different directions.
1935h
I am getting a near constant stream of loud noise from amplified (or faked) vehicles with no, or perforated mufflers, as well as the chopped motorcycle noise that the perps put on for my benefit. This is a bureaurcrat city, and there is rarely much action on a weekday at this time. The attraction might be that I am reading a very strange, but true, as far as I can tell, story of strange energies and the life of a brother and sister trying to deal with poltergeist like stuff. The story is here, The Vortex, though it seems that they could leave this physically behind. No such luck in my case.
I have also been getting the light flashing games; where white light is strobed and flashed on my wall behind the LCD panel, on the desk in front of it, and even on the keyboard. The perps are sticking with a cover story on this one, trying to make it seem that it is a "reflection" of the W. setting dusk sun off a tower building some 120' away, and that someone has gone hyperactive with moving windows to aim a reflection into my apartment. And as this happens most days where the sun is out, it does stretch the definition of probable. And it would seem that the real "need" is to have me pull the curtains to block it, and thereby gain some kind of differing light condition under which to study me some more.
2040h
The vision impairments have also been imposed while reading, and the noisescape of extra loud vehicles has continued in serial form. A siren cascade came on, though no actual emergency vehicles.
2150h
More throbbing and very loud 2 cycle motorcycle noise from outside, and along with this, a tonal ringing noise from inside somewhere that changes pitch, almost as if music.
2210h
More harassment over filling out the time; three attempts before I was allowed to get it correctly. Meaning, typo sabotage; all the time now. There is some patterns in it, but the topic strikes me as too detailed to convey a readable journalling. Or is that the planted thought to tell me that someone doesn't want their methods advertised?
A good read on the unusal numbers of premature deaths among UFO and abduction researchers, and then adds in microbiologists at an extra. The one prominent missing name is that of John E. Mack, a Harvard psychiatrist who took alien abductions seriously. It is likely he was deceased since this article was compiled. Titled, Is Someone Killing Our UFO Investigators?, and the answer that I would give is an unequivocal, Yes. And ditto for physicists that are pushing the edge in determining that Einstein's theory of relativity is a dead end, and there is a virtual sea of energy that we live in. Many of the "free energy" researchers have suffered similar fates, or at least continued spates of "bad fortune". I have mentioned the premature deaths of four physicists at the end of this past blog posting.
Enough of the vision impairments and the rest of tonight's hassles, time to blog off.
It is a post-parent's place stayover day, and if it runs true to form, I will be kept awake an hour or longer in bed before I am allowed to sleep tonight. I even told the shrink this near always consistency, and he wasn't moved any to conclude that my external conspirators' model of harassment by unconventional means just might be closer to reality than any clinical cause. But as I said in a past posting, he claims to be giving me medications to "help with dealing with the harassment". Big joke, that, as it is plain to me that the color of the medications is more important as affirmed by recent accelerated depletions of my medication by unknown means. A supplement and a white color pill medication were depleted faster than my own use, all to have only the yellow and white pills remaining.
I get noisestalked each time I ingest the medications and supplements, so it is no surprise that there is significant perps interest. There have been past managed refill need situations that lapsed into a long weekend which provided a five day medication interuption. As always, there was no clinical effects noticed from being off medications. And significant yellow color stalking will also erupt should I run out of the yellow and white pills, and then drop back to normal frequencies once I resume the medication.
My email on MCActivism (here) started a chain reaction of opprobrium again; I don't try to create any controversy, but only weigh in on technical issues where it may be useful. As the "MC" is shorthand for mind control, it is very likely that the audience is monitored and controlled as much as I am. There are at least two standard bearers who routinely get cranked up over what I say, and then continue into personal trashing. I find the best way is to drop out for a while, and let the "issue" lie fallow until it is forgotten. Even my premise that most of the countermeasures are taken to serve the interest of the perps, playing puppet masters, was ignored. This has been my experience for the non-pain or intense sufference avoidance harassment countermeasures, and even that is supect. When the assholes were beaming pounding head pain at me, I would go driving, often all night, and that relieved the paint assaults. As soon as I stopped, the head pains came on again. Then the pains would relent at work.
Only later was I aware of the fact that the perps appear to have fundamental problems in remotely assaying one's energetics on concrete and ashphalt surfaces, also in determining color interactions (clothing and vehicle color), and interactions with tire rubber. That "my" solution to avoiding head pain was a (planted) notion to serve another aspect of the harassment and nonconsensual human experimentation agenda. So much for my countermeasures, when everything I do was scripted. They would have over a 100 vehicles out on the I5 at 0300h, in two clusters, one ahead, and one behind. Then they would send one vehicle by me from the rearmost cluster to the one ahead, in differing colors of course.
And when at my parent's place earlier today, my mother was up to her typical feints of "recalling" something just as she got in the vehicle, and adroitly leaving the vehicle door and the adjacent house door open so the interior of the house was visible from the driver's seat. This time it was a printer cartridge which is total bullshit, as she rarely prints anything. And as we have done this one before, she "decided" to bring out the LED flashlight to help, even though I got the cartridge out before she had returned with it. As one can discern, abruptly leaving a location/situation and then returning to it is one of the most common gangstalker moves going. Hence my more unusual take on Paris Hilton's woes of being in jail, out again, and then in again, albeit over a course of a week in this case.
And in the case of my mother's games with the printer cartridge, it then became the cover story of opening and closing three kitchen drawers to find a plastic bag to put it in. The needless opening of cupboards and drawers has been going on for years at their place and on occasion, I get mind-fucked into doing the same, as a "mistake" in going to the wrong location in my kitchen. And for the record, I never, ever make that kind of "mistake" past the second day of moving into a new location.
Another example of out-and-out mind control was last week, where I was mind-controlled to leave my breakfast dishes in the kitchen, and head to the bathroom for showering and shaving. I even came out of the bathroom with my pills in hand and went back to the kitchen to get a glass with water for pill intake. Only afterwards was I allowed to be aware of the fact that I had violated my decades long practice of doing the breakfast dishes immediately following breakfast, and in the second instance, walked by all the dishes and "didn't notice" that I had violated my habits. If this is not blatant and wanton mind-control, then I don't know what is.
1515h
I made a short shopping trip and was swarmed by the gangstalkers in two stores. They put on at least "just stand there" sentries enroute, and made sure the female white haired "customer" in front was another lead-ahead gangstalker, mysteriously delaying her egress to end up in front of me on the street. And once past her, an identically color dressed (all black) male gangstalker then took over gangstalking duties and followed me into the apartment building and then into the elevator, being held open by another fucker who appeared to be readied, as I did not see him arrive ahead of me.
Then the perps would not let me open the cookies I purchased, dithering my finger coordination to protract this activity to then enrage me. Again, they don't want me eating chocolate bars now, but instead, have directed me to chocolate cookies which are just as expensive. They also depleted at least two other items I had intended to purchase out of mind, and it is rare that I am allowed to fulfil a intended list of aquistions.
1800h
The highlights of the First Feral family gathering last night, first at my brother's for dinner, and then onto my parent's place was the deliberate standing in the way of the TV. Just planting themselves, my brother and my father later. In the case of the latter, I have alread reamed him out once before, but he has the Alzheimer's act as a cover story. There is a substantive magnetic field coming off the CRT type TV's, and of course there is the color interactions as well. With that combination, it is no surprise that the First Feral Family members are engaging in this level of blatant fuckery.
And he routinely puts on extra space outs whenever there is company; he did the same as last night, putting on a major "forget". All I know is that someone is running him or he is playing the script, as there is no way with Alzheimers that one could be so routine in flaunting how muddled he is. No one in the family seems to be terribly moved by all the possible ramifications of my father's purported dementia.
And while watching televison with them last night, they put on their duelling coughs last night; first one, then the other, and trading back and forth a few times. Another regular routine is for them to move their legs together in unison, crossing and uncrossing. And the next absurdity in this was that in doing so, and each pretending to be unaware of the other, their feet even clashed together a few times, this while sitting some 4' apart and moving their legs in unison. Neither mentions anything to the other is this extra-obvious feint.
When I am at my parent's place I am watching the TV while further back than they are, and I am viewing it between them. This is a similar setup to the perps games of creating "tunnel views" where the sight of someone, usually a unfavored demographic member, is planted between two gangstalkers.
This happened last week, when walking to my yoga class, where a black and white dressed ambulatory male gangstalker "met" an oncoming all black dressed gangstalker, and they did their usual discussion breakout, as so often happens. I looked away for an instant, and lo, when I looked again, there was a white and red color dressed woman further back, just standing there, who was spatially arranged between them. This little "threesome" of designed coincidence lasted a minute or so until I was getting closer to this arrangement, and then they split apart, all going different directions.
1935h
I am getting a near constant stream of loud noise from amplified (or faked) vehicles with no, or perforated mufflers, as well as the chopped motorcycle noise that the perps put on for my benefit. This is a bureaurcrat city, and there is rarely much action on a weekday at this time. The attraction might be that I am reading a very strange, but true, as far as I can tell, story of strange energies and the life of a brother and sister trying to deal with poltergeist like stuff. The story is here, The Vortex, though it seems that they could leave this physically behind. No such luck in my case.
I have also been getting the light flashing games; where white light is strobed and flashed on my wall behind the LCD panel, on the desk in front of it, and even on the keyboard. The perps are sticking with a cover story on this one, trying to make it seem that it is a "reflection" of the W. setting dusk sun off a tower building some 120' away, and that someone has gone hyperactive with moving windows to aim a reflection into my apartment. And as this happens most days where the sun is out, it does stretch the definition of probable. And it would seem that the real "need" is to have me pull the curtains to block it, and thereby gain some kind of differing light condition under which to study me some more.
2040h
The vision impairments have also been imposed while reading, and the noisescape of extra loud vehicles has continued in serial form. A siren cascade came on, though no actual emergency vehicles.
2150h
More throbbing and very loud 2 cycle motorcycle noise from outside, and along with this, a tonal ringing noise from inside somewhere that changes pitch, almost as if music.
2210h
More harassment over filling out the time; three attempts before I was allowed to get it correctly. Meaning, typo sabotage; all the time now. There is some patterns in it, but the topic strikes me as too detailed to convey a readable journalling. Or is that the planted thought to tell me that someone doesn't want their methods advertised?
A good read on the unusal numbers of premature deaths among UFO and abduction researchers, and then adds in microbiologists at an extra. The one prominent missing name is that of John E. Mack, a Harvard psychiatrist who took alien abductions seriously. It is likely he was deceased since this article was compiled. Titled, Is Someone Killing Our UFO Investigators?, and the answer that I would give is an unequivocal, Yes. And ditto for physicists that are pushing the edge in determining that Einstein's theory of relativity is a dead end, and there is a virtual sea of energy that we live in. Many of the "free energy" researchers have suffered similar fates, or at least continued spates of "bad fortune". I have mentioned the premature deaths of four physicists at the end of this past blog posting.
Enough of the vision impairments and the rest of tonight's hassles, time to blog off.
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