2050h
A steady rain all day today, most uncharacteristic for Victoria BC, as we mostly get half day long showers at the most, intermittent rain being the norm. But for whatever reasons, the perps seem to want a wet spring, and here it is. A stayover at the First Feral Family house last night, plus some errands with my perp-abetting mother with a full-on gangstalking scene.
And I got screwed for a 11 hour sleep last night, getting up at 1015h when I went to bed at 2315h the night before. No noxious dreams that were recalled, just the ongoing battle with the sheets and the blankets in the bed. A single bed, and yet somehow the bottom fitted and the top flat sheets don't fit, not being wide enough for crissakes. And that was before they made Twin the new Single size.
Last night's TV watching was prime perp intervention jerkarounds. The 60 Minutes program had a two-part story on the gospel singing school for teenagers in the Bronx, and the perps wracked me with tearful "reactions" to the tales of woe that unfolded from the student's lives. And of course, it was an excuse to put an extra long negro exposition on the one show that I will watch on TV. Prior to the onset of the perp overt/beserk abuse in 04-2002, I would never have any reaction to such a show; nothing to do with race or content, it is just that I wouldn't. Now, I have to deal with this insane planted emotional reaction that it totally outside my nature, and goes on for an extended duration that is equally suspect. About a month ago they pulled this same bullshit over the Canadian Volunteer Awards for 2010, helping the disadvantaged. Again, they totally screwed me into being an emotional wreck over this, and the content was not in any way deserving of this. I call it "emo-trashing", planting undue and overextended "emotional reactions" to events that just aren't worthy, and never would of invoked anything close prior to onset of this total and abusive life invasion.
Interesting though, that my mother stayed up for Mythbusters, and they featured a series on the submersion of a vehicle in water, and in what circumstances one could escape as water was seeping in. I had seen a later installment of this, where they ran a vehicle off a ramp and into a lake, instead of lowering it from a crane into a swimming pool. It does make me wonder if I might of been exposed to this kind of event as a 2 to 5 y.o., the years they deleted nearly all my recall. I seem to have a fixation on this kind of event going back at least six years ago when I last had TV service of my own, though nothing like it ever occured in all my recallable vehicular experiences, on or off-road.
The other distraction on Mythbusters was the red-headed cute girl who helps set up the stunts; red-hair is very much Unfavored but she is a certain distraction from that conditon.
And a semi-red-haired woman set up as well in the early afternoon, my perp-abetting mother needing to see her accountant and mentioning that a sports promotion agency was on the same floor, and that I should ask them about it, as my daughter is looking for a sports management internship to complete her credits for graduating from college next year. So..., while my mother was seeing the accountant, I visited the office, and a young woman was holding the phone (read, EMF emitting device), and was on hold as she explained, and she told me that they do have internships and gave me the name of the person at the college to see. And she also gave me the business card of the CEO and president, not one of hers. This woman had a strong red tinge to her dark hair, and it was visible where the hair thickness was thinner, at the periphery of her hair, and especially where backlit by the light from the window from behind her. And was that a total set up for me to speak with a red-tinged haired woman for a few minutes while my mother was some 12' away in another office (two walls between)? Well maybe, as she seems to be the entre for many of the perp goings-on, and they are always into high-beserk/gangstalk mode whenever we are together in public.
Another earlier outing with the Perp-Abettor-In-Chief was the round trip to the garden center, local grocery store and back again. It was back to the 2002 to 2004 days of extra crazy beserk activity, vehicular, and then the ambulatory gangstalkiing crush of kids at the grocery store from a nearby middle school. A vehicular clusterfuck at every intersection, and we are talking about white-bread suburbia at 1130h on a Monday morning. At Feltham (third level arterial with one lane in each direction) and Longview, then again at Kenmore, then at Shelbourne (expectable, a four lane arterial), then at Cedar Hill Rd. then again at Mt. Douglas X Rd. and then at it and Blenkinsop (farm country), the latter ameliorated by a yellowjacket cyclist who pressed the pedestrian crossing button to hold traffic up. And the vehicular gangstalking wasn't just at the location where I was, but further ahead, two vehicles making simultaneous R. or L turns, 50' to 120' apart, wherever there were parallel roads, they had vehicles turning onto the street, or off, one big choreography. This same bullshit erupted when making the second run downtown in the afternoon, Fuckwits ahead of me changing into the same lane at the same time as me, twice in succession. The brake light tappers were also out in force, tapping their brakes (apparently) to have the red lights flashing where there was no sane reason to be braking.
Then at the garden center, my perp abetting mother was doing her best to prolong the exercise, going for wanders in the store, and then again outside. The big attraction for the perps was that there was a substantial area covered by a polyethylene-sheet outbuilding, like those greenhouses but without the sides filled in. When I got sucked into the financially disasterous farm ownership in 1996, there was a "hoop house", a polyethylene covered greenhouse where we did substantial work in getting three 90' beds of alstromeria plants growing, and the irrigation system to keep it watered. Horizontal mesh was arranged at 2' off the beds to keep the alstromeria plants vertical, another material the perps like to arrange around me. So... it would seem, that polyethylene sheeting is a big deal for the perps, and especially if any foods have been grown under this cover type. And there must be hundreds of thousands of these kinds of greenhouses all over the world, some two layered with air between them for insulation, commercial and amateur, and here they are grinding me over this and all the downstream energetic properties it conveys to the plants underneath. Though, I think there is more to this, as I have mentioned many times on this blog, the perps are obsessed over sunlight, how its properties change as it passes through transparent panes of glass, lucite or plexiglas, polyethylene sheet and whatever other transparent materials there are.
The perps seem to be pursuing some fundamental properties related to light, the energetic medium it passes through, and how it effects live subjects underneath it, plant or human. As mentioned too, the perps have a related obsession over my skin exposure to sunlight, and have arranged for me to "forget" to put on sunblock when it had been an ingrained habit in the summertime. Other co-workers used the once per day SPF 45 sunblock, seemingly as part of the experiment, while I was using 3x/day SPF 15, which gave me a mild tan through the tan-through shirt they insisted I obtain. (Never felt compelled to get a tan through my shirt when outside until 2009. Especially when they had me avoiding exposure with a sun blocking shirt in 2008, when on the summertime farm work crew.) And the SPF 15 sunblock made for more variations; a forced "forget" at 1000h, or 1200h, or 1500h or various combinations thereof.
And too, there is the energetic medium of space itself, teeming with millions of cosmic rays, attenuated by the magnetosphere, that pass through us each second. These are neutrinos in the parlance of the particle physicists, and are a component of what some call the "ether", "energetic ether", "dark matter" or the "omniplasma continuum". Neutrinos pass through the Earth and go through the other side, and in the daytime, we get both direct neutrinos from space and through the Earth. I will stop here, lest I extrapolate too far on this theme, but the long history of suppressed science and only partially complete Electromagnetic Theory (EM Theory) attests to some vital components that humans are not permitted to explore in the main. Not forgetting T. T. Brown's work on the "electrogravitic" forces, and how he could locally modify gravity by the application of high voltages, going back to the 1920's.
A little science diversion with senseless amounts of typo sabotage tonight. Time to blog off and contemplate how late they will keep me awake on this Monday, a very regular occurence.
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Saturday, February 12, 2011
Science Time
1645h
An unexpected day off from daffodil picking, getting a phone call from the farm manager to say that the fields are going to be left alone until Feb. 13th, when picking will resume. I got to complete on my errands today, ones that got started last week and needed me to come by and pick things up. One pair of shoes had to be fixed, and alterations to six pairs of dress pants, and the Seasonic X series box and extra cable sets was "forgotten" by the outfit that was fixing my PC last week. And I see it has slowed down since resuming the FLAC ripping of CD music files using Exact Audio Copy (EAC). I have no idea why this is so, but I see that the Google settings and the Firefox settings are now both allowed to persist, so those vexations were removed.
And a hour nap attack before I went out the door to the next block to get my alterations, as she hadn't finished them yesterday when she said they would be ready last week. She said she was sick one day, and maybe so, but as it "happened" I had today off, per afternoon phone call, and had a demotivated spell about picking them up around 1800h when she closes up the shop. I have to say, it was an excellent job all round, and the two pairs that had the crotch pulled in feel a whole lot better when wearing them. And of course we all know who can remotely manipulate "eelings and perceptions, and are getting better at it all the time, now planting micro-objections should they see fit. So, with six pairs of dress pants, all that I own, getting altered to fit, is this a harbinger of an office job under the perps' thumb, or was it just an exercise is having them removed for color combination purposes from the closet only 4' away from this desk as I sit and type? As always, I have no idea, and want to be left alone.
This year might be the transition from disabled (har, har) to real work, and maybe some decent income, though there are so many loose ends on this concept it is difficult to say. Do they want me to continue horticultural work, the fancy name for farm work, or are the petroleum and earth diggings more important? Or, is it the database and information storage work more important? All three are major perp themes, and each has had some rotation in the scheme of things, the farm work having limited earth diggings exposures, such as pulling weeds and picking potatoes after the tractor has dug them up. I saw some grey colored soil on the sidewalk today, having to go over it due to a constriction in full sidewalk width, so it is likely that the soil exposure games are also tighly bound by the color games they like to play too.
I am cleaning out some bookmarks and have enough to put together a little science that the perps seem to want to share with me for reasons only known to them. That is the topic of subatomic particles, neutrinos in particular. As we function on Earth, we have millions of neutrinos passing through us every second of our lives, and it seems that they come from the sun, directly or through the Earth and through us, and similarly from other sun-like planets from afar. And if I am suddenly finding neutrinos interesting, you can be sure it isn't me, but a planted theme from my keepers. Have a read if you find this interesting, as it seems the perps do, making this TI World all the more interesting, fraught as it is. A new neutrino observatory in Antartica is near completion, and it seems that it is needed to understand these particles and where they come from. I am sure there are other objectives in all this that only the perps know about, and they aren't saying, except by way of inference that the plight of their TI abuses are tied in too. If you follow the link, click on the blue graphic for the short story.
Another link on neutrinos and how they might be influencing radioactive decay rates. It seems that the sun is on a 33 day rotation, and that the neutrinos are somehow influencing radioactive decay rates which are supposed to be constant. This introduces the possibility that either the neutrinos are having an unexpected effect or else there is another mystery particle emanating from the sun. Neutrinos are relative lightweights, and are not expected to be able to influence radioactive decay rates. Enough on neutrinos, and I have no idea if this interests the readership or not, but seems to be part of the perp quest, or more like, set of objectives that have attached to their abuses (they would say experiments) of TI's in total. Another way of saying that they won't be done for years, maybe even ten or more.
Another science activity the perps like me to know about is quantum entanglement, the property of shared energy and spin, such that if one subatomic particle (ion, electron) of a pair (or more) is perturbed, then all are instantaneoulsy perturbed in the same way, even if apart (detectable up to 25 km so far). And so quantum entanglement now detectable in solid state by us Earthlings, moving along on what might really the perp agenda. Enough science, but it was interesting that the overhead clunking started up as I was composing this paragraph, heard through my earmuffs for hearing protection (blocking out perp noise as much as possible, though likely with other agendas in mind, such as having green plastic objects either side of my head with a connecting black vinyl band).
Next day; meant to post this last night but was consumed with the fact that my CD ripping was going so well and wasn't sabotaged by a suddenly slow PC.
An unexpected day off from daffodil picking, getting a phone call from the farm manager to say that the fields are going to be left alone until Feb. 13th, when picking will resume. I got to complete on my errands today, ones that got started last week and needed me to come by and pick things up. One pair of shoes had to be fixed, and alterations to six pairs of dress pants, and the Seasonic X series box and extra cable sets was "forgotten" by the outfit that was fixing my PC last week. And I see it has slowed down since resuming the FLAC ripping of CD music files using Exact Audio Copy (EAC). I have no idea why this is so, but I see that the Google settings and the Firefox settings are now both allowed to persist, so those vexations were removed.
And a hour nap attack before I went out the door to the next block to get my alterations, as she hadn't finished them yesterday when she said they would be ready last week. She said she was sick one day, and maybe so, but as it "happened" I had today off, per afternoon phone call, and had a demotivated spell about picking them up around 1800h when she closes up the shop. I have to say, it was an excellent job all round, and the two pairs that had the crotch pulled in feel a whole lot better when wearing them. And of course we all know who can remotely manipulate "eelings and perceptions, and are getting better at it all the time, now planting micro-objections should they see fit. So, with six pairs of dress pants, all that I own, getting altered to fit, is this a harbinger of an office job under the perps' thumb, or was it just an exercise is having them removed for color combination purposes from the closet only 4' away from this desk as I sit and type? As always, I have no idea, and want to be left alone.
This year might be the transition from disabled (har, har) to real work, and maybe some decent income, though there are so many loose ends on this concept it is difficult to say. Do they want me to continue horticultural work, the fancy name for farm work, or are the petroleum and earth diggings more important? Or, is it the database and information storage work more important? All three are major perp themes, and each has had some rotation in the scheme of things, the farm work having limited earth diggings exposures, such as pulling weeds and picking potatoes after the tractor has dug them up. I saw some grey colored soil on the sidewalk today, having to go over it due to a constriction in full sidewalk width, so it is likely that the soil exposure games are also tighly bound by the color games they like to play too.
I am cleaning out some bookmarks and have enough to put together a little science that the perps seem to want to share with me for reasons only known to them. That is the topic of subatomic particles, neutrinos in particular. As we function on Earth, we have millions of neutrinos passing through us every second of our lives, and it seems that they come from the sun, directly or through the Earth and through us, and similarly from other sun-like planets from afar. And if I am suddenly finding neutrinos interesting, you can be sure it isn't me, but a planted theme from my keepers. Have a read if you find this interesting, as it seems the perps do, making this TI World all the more interesting, fraught as it is. A new neutrino observatory in Antartica is near completion, and it seems that it is needed to understand these particles and where they come from. I am sure there are other objectives in all this that only the perps know about, and they aren't saying, except by way of inference that the plight of their TI abuses are tied in too. If you follow the link, click on the blue graphic for the short story.
Another link on neutrinos and how they might be influencing radioactive decay rates. It seems that the sun is on a 33 day rotation, and that the neutrinos are somehow influencing radioactive decay rates which are supposed to be constant. This introduces the possibility that either the neutrinos are having an unexpected effect or else there is another mystery particle emanating from the sun. Neutrinos are relative lightweights, and are not expected to be able to influence radioactive decay rates. Enough on neutrinos, and I have no idea if this interests the readership or not, but seems to be part of the perp quest, or more like, set of objectives that have attached to their abuses (they would say experiments) of TI's in total. Another way of saying that they won't be done for years, maybe even ten or more.
Another science activity the perps like me to know about is quantum entanglement, the property of shared energy and spin, such that if one subatomic particle (ion, electron) of a pair (or more) is perturbed, then all are instantaneoulsy perturbed in the same way, even if apart (detectable up to 25 km so far). And so quantum entanglement now detectable in solid state by us Earthlings, moving along on what might really the perp agenda. Enough science, but it was interesting that the overhead clunking started up as I was composing this paragraph, heard through my earmuffs for hearing protection (blocking out perp noise as much as possible, though likely with other agendas in mind, such as having green plastic objects either side of my head with a connecting black vinyl band).
Next day; meant to post this last night but was consumed with the fact that my CD ripping was going so well and wasn't sabotaged by a suddenly slow PC.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
A Shirtless First
1300h
A sweltering morning, even if the sun didn't penetrate the curtain and this E. facing apartment. And of course this was exploited to give me the Pseudosweats, this intense outpouring of seeming sweat that I get stiffed with on any hot day between May and September. Though mostly, it is an indoor phenomenon, and today was no exception. By breakfast I was getting it soaking my shirt, and after showering the assholes laid on more. And since my shirt hadn't dried from the breakfast round I kept it off. This amazing change in normal protocol was a first, and lasted for at least the first 1.5 hours of online activity. Anyhow, I suspect this will be a continuing avenue of perp research, and no doubt it will happen again. They put me through varying sun tanning tests in 1999 to 2003 (booths and au naturel), and then stopped all of it since then. The only associated clue is that they had me get tan-through shirts last month after a 4 week duration of fucking delivery. So who knows, it looks like the first step in a long sequence of the assholes learning about the effects of sunlight on one, and too, the neutrino rays from that same source that can apparently get through solid materials like concrete and even the earth's crust. I don't particular give a shit about their sub-atomic particle research agenda, I just want to be left alone. But that isn't going to happen anytime soon when they have tagged me for their solar energy body interaction research. As if mere seven years of mind control research wasn't enough life rape insanity.
1555h
Another near-sleep while seated jerkaround after lunch, and then I did nap for 30 minutes. All to keep me active so yet more noise can be directed at me. Nothing but loud mufflered vehicles and motorcycle noise getting through my earmuffs for the entire day so far. A shut-in until I head to the part time car dealership cleaning job. If it is like any other time I will be heavily gangstalked walking there, a 10 min. walk. Two days ago they put on four native Indians standing in a cluster at the 80' away pedestrian intersection, and then halfway down the block another native Indian doing some kind of street theater, just oddly standing in mid sidewalk, head hanging low. I usually get gangstalkers putting on an act, but this was a rare instance of posing and then holding it, which has been commonplace for other victims. It is the third street theater stunt I have had since 2002.
No more Pseudosweats, though having afternoon tea just about brought it on, even if there is no direct sunlight in this apartment.
And plenty of plasmic color augmentation of late; yellowized text, blue or purple edging for the dinner plates, and the odd brown glimpse of seeming gratuitous purpose. I was allowed to stumble upon the name of Walter Russell and his writings earlier. I suppose his "natural laws" have a fit with what the perps are pursuing, and it is interesting that the talks about a deity, quoting: "The way to gradually attain cosmic consciousness is to intensify one’s conscious awareness by much aloneness and companionship with God while manifesting Him in every moment and in every task of life." There we go, bible thumping now injected into the TI's abuse scene. Bring in the priest perverts, as I suspect is part of the ongoing strife and duress the perps like to inflict, especially on children. I just want to be left alone, but this isn't good enough for some sick assholes.
2235h
I am getting dociled into blogging less; that trademark demotivated enervation suckdown, a perp staple in my case. A new-to-me TI site, Electronic Harassment is a Hate Crime, aka Electronic Abuse. I don't know who is behind it, but they capture the tone of TI harassment very well. I haven't got my head around the term, "electronic abuse" yet; all this extra conventional gravitic fuckery is likely delivered by electronic means, just as the densified electromagnetic fields I am kept in (500 gauss, over 1,000 mW/m**2, magnetic and electric respectively, both recent measurements, see Microwaved blog posting). There is the gangstalking abuse which is not electronic, there is the inflicted pain which might be electronic, there is the scripting of vehicles, colors, and coincidences which is not electronic and then there is the definition of abuse in question too; is an arranged coincidence abuse or not if it does no physical harm? I don't know all the answers, so I call it all by various terms; life rape, life trashing, and a few others more profane terms. Any ideas as to a encompassing name out there among my internauts? (Assuming I have more than one, as the site statistics were suspect once and I pulled the site read feature). I do have one faithful commenter, and I am grateful for that.
A grim day for no compelling reasons, save the odd intense rage-fication fuckover game at breakfast that was allowed to pervade the rest of the day, mood-wise. And the relentless fucking loud mufflered vehicle noise; ill maintainted mufflers, so-called performance mufflers and the loathesome two cycle motorcycle noise. Both at my apartment and coming through the earmuffs, and then a round when at the part time cleaning job at the car dealership tonight, especially if plastic objects were in hand and when running the vacuum cleaners. The nap attack was totally useless, and seemed to beget me some yellow dressed gangstalkers on the way back from the car dealership. (Yellow colored top blanket on the bed).
This one is done for the day, and another round begins tomorrow.
A sweltering morning, even if the sun didn't penetrate the curtain and this E. facing apartment. And of course this was exploited to give me the Pseudosweats, this intense outpouring of seeming sweat that I get stiffed with on any hot day between May and September. Though mostly, it is an indoor phenomenon, and today was no exception. By breakfast I was getting it soaking my shirt, and after showering the assholes laid on more. And since my shirt hadn't dried from the breakfast round I kept it off. This amazing change in normal protocol was a first, and lasted for at least the first 1.5 hours of online activity. Anyhow, I suspect this will be a continuing avenue of perp research, and no doubt it will happen again. They put me through varying sun tanning tests in 1999 to 2003 (booths and au naturel), and then stopped all of it since then. The only associated clue is that they had me get tan-through shirts last month after a 4 week duration of fucking delivery. So who knows, it looks like the first step in a long sequence of the assholes learning about the effects of sunlight on one, and too, the neutrino rays from that same source that can apparently get through solid materials like concrete and even the earth's crust. I don't particular give a shit about their sub-atomic particle research agenda, I just want to be left alone. But that isn't going to happen anytime soon when they have tagged me for their solar energy body interaction research. As if mere seven years of mind control research wasn't enough life rape insanity.
1555h
Another near-sleep while seated jerkaround after lunch, and then I did nap for 30 minutes. All to keep me active so yet more noise can be directed at me. Nothing but loud mufflered vehicles and motorcycle noise getting through my earmuffs for the entire day so far. A shut-in until I head to the part time car dealership cleaning job. If it is like any other time I will be heavily gangstalked walking there, a 10 min. walk. Two days ago they put on four native Indians standing in a cluster at the 80' away pedestrian intersection, and then halfway down the block another native Indian doing some kind of street theater, just oddly standing in mid sidewalk, head hanging low. I usually get gangstalkers putting on an act, but this was a rare instance of posing and then holding it, which has been commonplace for other victims. It is the third street theater stunt I have had since 2002.
No more Pseudosweats, though having afternoon tea just about brought it on, even if there is no direct sunlight in this apartment.
And plenty of plasmic color augmentation of late; yellowized text, blue or purple edging for the dinner plates, and the odd brown glimpse of seeming gratuitous purpose. I was allowed to stumble upon the name of Walter Russell and his writings earlier. I suppose his "natural laws" have a fit with what the perps are pursuing, and it is interesting that the talks about a deity, quoting: "The way to gradually attain cosmic consciousness is to intensify one’s conscious awareness by much aloneness and companionship with God while manifesting Him in every moment and in every task of life." There we go, bible thumping now injected into the TI's abuse scene. Bring in the priest perverts, as I suspect is part of the ongoing strife and duress the perps like to inflict, especially on children. I just want to be left alone, but this isn't good enough for some sick assholes.
2235h
I am getting dociled into blogging less; that trademark demotivated enervation suckdown, a perp staple in my case. A new-to-me TI site, Electronic Harassment is a Hate Crime, aka Electronic Abuse. I don't know who is behind it, but they capture the tone of TI harassment very well. I haven't got my head around the term, "electronic abuse" yet; all this extra conventional gravitic fuckery is likely delivered by electronic means, just as the densified electromagnetic fields I am kept in (500 gauss, over 1,000 mW/m**2, magnetic and electric respectively, both recent measurements, see Microwaved blog posting). There is the gangstalking abuse which is not electronic, there is the inflicted pain which might be electronic, there is the scripting of vehicles, colors, and coincidences which is not electronic and then there is the definition of abuse in question too; is an arranged coincidence abuse or not if it does no physical harm? I don't know all the answers, so I call it all by various terms; life rape, life trashing, and a few others more profane terms. Any ideas as to a encompassing name out there among my internauts? (Assuming I have more than one, as the site statistics were suspect once and I pulled the site read feature). I do have one faithful commenter, and I am grateful for that.
A grim day for no compelling reasons, save the odd intense rage-fication fuckover game at breakfast that was allowed to pervade the rest of the day, mood-wise. And the relentless fucking loud mufflered vehicle noise; ill maintainted mufflers, so-called performance mufflers and the loathesome two cycle motorcycle noise. Both at my apartment and coming through the earmuffs, and then a round when at the part time cleaning job at the car dealership tonight, especially if plastic objects were in hand and when running the vacuum cleaners. The nap attack was totally useless, and seemed to beget me some yellow dressed gangstalkers on the way back from the car dealership. (Yellow colored top blanket on the bed).
This one is done for the day, and another round begins tomorrow.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Enforced Isolation
1240h
Another day like yesterday it seems; an early awakening with a preceding train of noise from outside, as if this were an industrial zone. And as always, when the "road traffic" noise is evaluated when I am up, it goes very quiet, just the occasional vehicle. For the uninitiated, that means projected/fake noise in the guise of vehicular traffic; heavy duty vehicles, loud mufflers, sirens and the like. I also get street shouting at any time of the day, but have yet to see one actually shouting.
I suspect there will be a full gangstalking once I emerge from this cocoon/prison as there was yesterday. I had a five strong native Indian delegation commanding the full width of the sidewalk and as I approached one seemed to know I was coming and made room, his back turned to me all the time. Very clever. I suspect this was some kind of distance dependent "brown-ness" (skin color) test, as this group was entirely in view as I negotiated the adjacent controlled intersection. The perps just love me to take direction changes and are usually all over me when I do, putting on a flush of gangstalkers each time I turn a corner. This was the native Indian's turn last night it seemed.
And on the social isolation front they are still keeping me relatively isolated; I am expecting at least four emails and yet no response. (Keep the blog coments coming!) Ms. C from the story communicated by Linked In, my very first link in that realm, and I suppose that was a big deal for the perps. The job/resume response has been nil, and not even acknowledgement responses. Even the spam has suddenly dried up, and normally I get at least 10/day. Not to worry, it will all change again with a sudden onset of an activity focus. They have also shut me down for my job searching and investigating as part of the kowtowing to get training upgrade funds for 09-2009 and 01-2010. This seems to be a long haul situation with those courses timed, not to mention the other things like the new roof at my parents' place; the perps have a very strong interest in roofing that is overhead, and this big change-up from a cedar shake to ashphalt/fiberglass shingles is a big one for them. That might be the reason for more tar smears at the car dealership where I have a part time job, 1hr/day. They put on tar smears on the door handle and door frame in the Service section where I clean, oriented at right angles in the usual formation of much of the arranged debris, markings and other props they arrange. And more tar spots are arriving on the floor of the Service section that cannot be removed, so I suspect the perp's abidding interest in petroleum and derivative products is still under intense investigation. They also move automotive tires around, another product they demonstrate great interest in, and when I owned a vehicle, I had the repair bills to prove it; three front tire sets for the single set in the rear. (The magical front end misalignment eruptions, even after alignment). Now, they have me vacuuming around the tire displays in the Service and Parts section, and also put them out in the garage, drape plastic over the tires of vehicles on the hoist, pull off wheels and orient them transverse to the direction on the vehicle and arrange them near my activities etc. Rubber is a petroleum product in part, and I am sure there is some material properties overlap the perps are attempting to determine. The perps also eliminated the Rubbermaid dish drain mat I had and ensured that it was replaced by a plastic model that was more resistant to water. Even at that, it has become fertile ground for the algae they like to grow on it, and having the algae species change from a red color to brown a few months ago. Funny how that happens; another never-before, algae on the dishes mat, begets another never-before, changing algae colors/species.
1515h
Now onto idleness, and all the plasmic light flashes even the mere mention of it begat as I typed this. I have read all my regular blog sites, and a few new ones, and have plenty of time to putz around, if I only knew what. Regular readers and most TI's know that the perps like to create situations of no work, aka unemployment for their overtly harassed victims. It is a topic that gets plenty of perp attention; not only light flashes but noisestalking, imposed bodily sensations and other impositional fuckery.
I haven't quite figured out why they are interested in unemployment, but it does make one wonder if they aren't wringing the economy into ruins, all for this agenda. Though, as a reportable perp quest, this topic lacks the focus and the antagonism that more direct harassment to one's person does.
2140h
I did the part time cleaning job at the car dealership earlier. Same as for yesterday, I have no idea how I am doing it 15 minutes faster than a few weeks ago. Nor do I have any idea how the boss man has changed his routine as he arrives 20 minutes later than I do, and we finish up at the same time as before. I suppose in his case I could ask him, but it hasn't come to mind. Meaning, the answer is not meant for me to know. Or who knows, as he might of been faking it before, though I did his cleaning areas about four weeks ago and it took me at least 1.5 hours.
Anyhow, I got my full-on street gangstalking when headed to the car dealership. I had two negros gangstalking on the way there, and one "happening" to pass by while I was vacuum cleaning the showroom. The second negro was on crutches and had this huge sway to his movements as if seriously disabled. He had his hair done like a golliwog which was totally repugnant, or at least, that was how my "reaction" was managed to be. The perps know I loathe dreadlocks as much as other Unfavored demographic group members, so why not put them together? And this hobbling negro had a camel and white coat on, and it would seem that his presence represents the perps attempting to get brown skinned people to be wearing brown. IT is likely they will ramp up the degree of brown-ness on the brown skinned in a few weeks, following the pattern of the Unfavored being ranked according to skin color. I notice that the gangstalking dudes are wearing middle and dark brown colors, so they must be further ahead on that Unfavored demographic, and haven't got negroes and brown clothing figured out to the same degree.
In another incident at the cleaning job tonight they had the "tea bag dude" as I call him arrive for his mysterious wander through the Service area. He as attempting to get in from outside, and then came around and passed through, timing his visitation/gangstalking when I had just finished mopping the floor. This dude has presented himself as a car salesman, as one of the "greeters" when I arrive, and then later I learn he is one of the staff at the scooter place in the basement. Which is another way of saying he blew his cover story intentionally, and is a operative. The perps managed my "reaction" to him coming through as one of sudden tension, making it up, rather than allowing my own blase reaction to yet another Fuckwit. This is the dude who same up behind me twice in two days while I was cleaning the coffee bar, and wanted a teabag. I have encountered him once before when he blew in by unlocking the door, and I asked him who he was, as the perps had fucked my recall as I had seen him the day before as a greeter in the automotive showroom. I don't know what the deal is, but if he has the keys to get in, why didn't he? Yet another mysterious ploy by this intermittent visitor. And also, I have never seen him coming for teabags before or after the twice that he wanted one when he positioned himself behing me. Talk about feeling targeted, and I reckon that might be the objective for his strange arrivals and walk throughs.
On the science front, there are some interesting correlations (and here) of cosmic rays to planet weather, the cosmic rays, called cosmic ray muons (which I suspect are the same as neutrinos), were measured in a deep mine shaft observatory. The reason for such a site to count neutrinos is that they wanted to study the ones coming through the earth, and not those falling upon it directly. The reviewer states "something is amplifying the known solar radiation, and I would suggest that its the missing link – the Earth-Sun-Galaxy electrical system". Regular readers will know that I do a little dabbling into the science of applying extra conventional harassment and mind control from a distance, and it would seem that the reviewer has suggested a "Earth-Sun-Galaxy electrical system", which is interpreted by many to be a universal plasma continuum. And it is the ability to remotely direct these energies that give the perps the avenue which they exploit to fuck the hell out of TI's lives. I find it fascinating that leading cosmology thinkers talk about "dark matter" pervading all of the universe, and yet there is this institutionalized timidity about stating there is an energetic ether (aka, universal plasma continuum, electric universe etc.). But then again, there is recent rework of the "cold fusion" results, and it would seem this 20th anniversary of this experiment is about exposing the Luddites in science. The original experiment was replicated by others, and it was put on the back burner owing to political decisions. So it is not too surprising that the concept, and some results of observations of the "ether", "dark matter" is at least 100 years old, and has been largely ignored by mainstream science. A related topic is Birkeland currents, at this link for a short primer.
In a related scientific quest, researchers have determined there are direct Earth-Sun magnetic ropes that form, and then break off. What exactly is the mechanism isn't understood, but it at least does suggest yet more magnetic interaction that has been largely unknown. This might also have something to do with the Northern Lights, those fantastic displays of plasma in cold evening conditions. I have seen the Northern Lights once, the last day of my field work in the Yukon going back to 1973. I have no idea if it was manipulated or not, and as far as the perps directing my travel in the past 40 years, it has been mostly southward; I have never been that far north, save the polar route nonstop flights to/from Europe to western Canada. I am sure there is much more behind all of this, but as usual, I have no clue.
This one is done for the day, and perhaps I will be allowed to get to sleep in short order, unlike the last two evenings where I have been kept awake for at least an hour before sleep was allowed. Last night they awakened me for 30 min. for no seeming purpose.
Another day like yesterday it seems; an early awakening with a preceding train of noise from outside, as if this were an industrial zone. And as always, when the "road traffic" noise is evaluated when I am up, it goes very quiet, just the occasional vehicle. For the uninitiated, that means projected/fake noise in the guise of vehicular traffic; heavy duty vehicles, loud mufflers, sirens and the like. I also get street shouting at any time of the day, but have yet to see one actually shouting.
I suspect there will be a full gangstalking once I emerge from this cocoon/prison as there was yesterday. I had a five strong native Indian delegation commanding the full width of the sidewalk and as I approached one seemed to know I was coming and made room, his back turned to me all the time. Very clever. I suspect this was some kind of distance dependent "brown-ness" (skin color) test, as this group was entirely in view as I negotiated the adjacent controlled intersection. The perps just love me to take direction changes and are usually all over me when I do, putting on a flush of gangstalkers each time I turn a corner. This was the native Indian's turn last night it seemed.
And on the social isolation front they are still keeping me relatively isolated; I am expecting at least four emails and yet no response. (Keep the blog coments coming!) Ms. C from the story communicated by Linked In, my very first link in that realm, and I suppose that was a big deal for the perps. The job/resume response has been nil, and not even acknowledgement responses. Even the spam has suddenly dried up, and normally I get at least 10/day. Not to worry, it will all change again with a sudden onset of an activity focus. They have also shut me down for my job searching and investigating as part of the kowtowing to get training upgrade funds for 09-2009 and 01-2010. This seems to be a long haul situation with those courses timed, not to mention the other things like the new roof at my parents' place; the perps have a very strong interest in roofing that is overhead, and this big change-up from a cedar shake to ashphalt/fiberglass shingles is a big one for them. That might be the reason for more tar smears at the car dealership where I have a part time job, 1hr/day. They put on tar smears on the door handle and door frame in the Service section where I clean, oriented at right angles in the usual formation of much of the arranged debris, markings and other props they arrange. And more tar spots are arriving on the floor of the Service section that cannot be removed, so I suspect the perp's abidding interest in petroleum and derivative products is still under intense investigation. They also move automotive tires around, another product they demonstrate great interest in, and when I owned a vehicle, I had the repair bills to prove it; three front tire sets for the single set in the rear. (The magical front end misalignment eruptions, even after alignment). Now, they have me vacuuming around the tire displays in the Service and Parts section, and also put them out in the garage, drape plastic over the tires of vehicles on the hoist, pull off wheels and orient them transverse to the direction on the vehicle and arrange them near my activities etc. Rubber is a petroleum product in part, and I am sure there is some material properties overlap the perps are attempting to determine. The perps also eliminated the Rubbermaid dish drain mat I had and ensured that it was replaced by a plastic model that was more resistant to water. Even at that, it has become fertile ground for the algae they like to grow on it, and having the algae species change from a red color to brown a few months ago. Funny how that happens; another never-before, algae on the dishes mat, begets another never-before, changing algae colors/species.
1515h
Now onto idleness, and all the plasmic light flashes even the mere mention of it begat as I typed this. I have read all my regular blog sites, and a few new ones, and have plenty of time to putz around, if I only knew what. Regular readers and most TI's know that the perps like to create situations of no work, aka unemployment for their overtly harassed victims. It is a topic that gets plenty of perp attention; not only light flashes but noisestalking, imposed bodily sensations and other impositional fuckery.
I haven't quite figured out why they are interested in unemployment, but it does make one wonder if they aren't wringing the economy into ruins, all for this agenda. Though, as a reportable perp quest, this topic lacks the focus and the antagonism that more direct harassment to one's person does.
2140h
I did the part time cleaning job at the car dealership earlier. Same as for yesterday, I have no idea how I am doing it 15 minutes faster than a few weeks ago. Nor do I have any idea how the boss man has changed his routine as he arrives 20 minutes later than I do, and we finish up at the same time as before. I suppose in his case I could ask him, but it hasn't come to mind. Meaning, the answer is not meant for me to know. Or who knows, as he might of been faking it before, though I did his cleaning areas about four weeks ago and it took me at least 1.5 hours.
Anyhow, I got my full-on street gangstalking when headed to the car dealership. I had two negros gangstalking on the way there, and one "happening" to pass by while I was vacuum cleaning the showroom. The second negro was on crutches and had this huge sway to his movements as if seriously disabled. He had his hair done like a golliwog which was totally repugnant, or at least, that was how my "reaction" was managed to be. The perps know I loathe dreadlocks as much as other Unfavored demographic group members, so why not put them together? And this hobbling negro had a camel and white coat on, and it would seem that his presence represents the perps attempting to get brown skinned people to be wearing brown. IT is likely they will ramp up the degree of brown-ness on the brown skinned in a few weeks, following the pattern of the Unfavored being ranked according to skin color. I notice that the gangstalking dudes are wearing middle and dark brown colors, so they must be further ahead on that Unfavored demographic, and haven't got negroes and brown clothing figured out to the same degree.
In another incident at the cleaning job tonight they had the "tea bag dude" as I call him arrive for his mysterious wander through the Service area. He as attempting to get in from outside, and then came around and passed through, timing his visitation/gangstalking when I had just finished mopping the floor. This dude has presented himself as a car salesman, as one of the "greeters" when I arrive, and then later I learn he is one of the staff at the scooter place in the basement. Which is another way of saying he blew his cover story intentionally, and is a operative. The perps managed my "reaction" to him coming through as one of sudden tension, making it up, rather than allowing my own blase reaction to yet another Fuckwit. This is the dude who same up behind me twice in two days while I was cleaning the coffee bar, and wanted a teabag. I have encountered him once before when he blew in by unlocking the door, and I asked him who he was, as the perps had fucked my recall as I had seen him the day before as a greeter in the automotive showroom. I don't know what the deal is, but if he has the keys to get in, why didn't he? Yet another mysterious ploy by this intermittent visitor. And also, I have never seen him coming for teabags before or after the twice that he wanted one when he positioned himself behing me. Talk about feeling targeted, and I reckon that might be the objective for his strange arrivals and walk throughs.
On the science front, there are some interesting correlations (and here) of cosmic rays to planet weather, the cosmic rays, called cosmic ray muons (which I suspect are the same as neutrinos), were measured in a deep mine shaft observatory. The reason for such a site to count neutrinos is that they wanted to study the ones coming through the earth, and not those falling upon it directly. The reviewer states "something is amplifying the known solar radiation, and I would suggest that its the missing link – the Earth-Sun-Galaxy electrical system". Regular readers will know that I do a little dabbling into the science of applying extra conventional harassment and mind control from a distance, and it would seem that the reviewer has suggested a "Earth-Sun-Galaxy electrical system", which is interpreted by many to be a universal plasma continuum. And it is the ability to remotely direct these energies that give the perps the avenue which they exploit to fuck the hell out of TI's lives. I find it fascinating that leading cosmology thinkers talk about "dark matter" pervading all of the universe, and yet there is this institutionalized timidity about stating there is an energetic ether (aka, universal plasma continuum, electric universe etc.). But then again, there is recent rework of the "cold fusion" results, and it would seem this 20th anniversary of this experiment is about exposing the Luddites in science. The original experiment was replicated by others, and it was put on the back burner owing to political decisions. So it is not too surprising that the concept, and some results of observations of the "ether", "dark matter" is at least 100 years old, and has been largely ignored by mainstream science. A related topic is Birkeland currents, at this link for a short primer.
In a related scientific quest, researchers have determined there are direct Earth-Sun magnetic ropes that form, and then break off. What exactly is the mechanism isn't understood, but it at least does suggest yet more magnetic interaction that has been largely unknown. This might also have something to do with the Northern Lights, those fantastic displays of plasma in cold evening conditions. I have seen the Northern Lights once, the last day of my field work in the Yukon going back to 1973. I have no idea if it was manipulated or not, and as far as the perps directing my travel in the past 40 years, it has been mostly southward; I have never been that far north, save the polar route nonstop flights to/from Europe to western Canada. I am sure there is much more behind all of this, but as usual, I have no clue.
This one is done for the day, and perhaps I will be allowed to get to sleep in short order, unlike the last two evenings where I have been kept awake for at least an hour before sleep was allowed. Last night they awakened me for 30 min. for no seeming purpose.
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Unbirthday Today
1125h
That is to say, it is my birthday but under duress; being a subject of nonconsensual human experimentation. And for noting that, I just got a red-yellow plasma flash in front of my face with coincident bus noise from outside.
In fact, the perps didn't let me know that it was my birthday until at least 40 minutes since getting up. That would be another "never before", where I "forgot" that it was my birthday. Which suggests it is either externally applied mind control or a serious neurological condition. And as I saw the doctor only two days ago, and related many of these strange events, and he seemed to be most incurious, that leaves only one possible suggestion; unrepentant remotely applied mind control, now begining Year 54 from 1954.
I got the overhead thwack noise the instant I touched my lip to alleviate an uncharacteristic itch earlier. My upper lip has been a constant scene of harassment action; in 2003 they were whacking me with 200 to 400 masers a day, many of them on my upper lip. As a special birthday treat, they even put a zit there too. I haven't had a zit like this for over 35 years, surely another example of remotely applied fuckery.
1350h
Another cascade of sirens just ended; the timing of these events is always a fascination as inevitably it is coincident with me reading or viewing a theme from the perp objectives list.
And it would seem that they are up to more games with pollutants; this story here has ethylene glycol tanker rail cars falling into the Fraser River, (not the Thompson River as the story states), and goodness knows how the perps like to run water past their subjects, or their surrogates. If this sounds too conspiratorial you might be correct, though there is very little that goes on around me, including news items, that is not scripted. As the perps have certain "problems" with the pollutants and plastics in me as anyone else would, none of these accidents surprise me too much.
My mother phoned twice, putting on the bullshit ditz show, while I was reading about neutrinos. They are produced by the interaction of cosmic rays in the atmosphere on the other side of the world from the detector.This has been an ongoing topic the perps have me explore every few months, all the more curious in that they have wiped out any capacity to understand physics to any degree. I am refering to certain documented learning difficulties that are persistent, and may well be actively governed by the perps. If there is anything technical, it takes me ten times the effort to learn, which would be true only for employment related matters, it just isn't worth it for anything else. I have remarked on the topic of neutrinos before, and I suspect that this subatomic physical particle in all its states must have something to do with the perp's obsession over the dusk onset, nightime activities, early morning awakenings (and driving in the past), and relative sheilding in my apartment, having an E. side and 8 more stories above me. And all the more interesting is that I am getting a considerable amount of noisestalking as I write this up and put the link in. And then I got jabbed in the nose by a force field as I was attempting to alleviate an imposed itch. Obviously a hot topic for the assholes, and it is telling that their interests are getting much more specific nowadays.
More vehicle arrangement action outside my apartment. If these types of photos are getting too boring, let me know. No one to date has said anything about the photos (more or less), so I am plugging away at this diversion which surely must confer perp benefits as well.
Taken 06-27-2008, 1756h 25sec. in the shadow of this very apartment building as it is cast upon the street. The perps are exceedingly particular as to where shadows fall and from what, and comparing it to adjacent directly lit areas. On the street running from left to right are four parked vehicles; a white, a mid-grey behind the tree, a rare mid-metallic brown and a silver-grey vehicle all in file. A white station wagon is turning the corner, and a seeming red pickup with a white canopy is in transit behind the tree.
Taken 06-27-2008, 1756h 30sec. The last mentioned vehicles in the above photo have moved on, and a mid-grey vehicle is passing by in the traffic lane headed to the left (N.). The likely ambulatory gangstalker has progressed along the sidewalk, now clearly packing a guitar case, one of the perps favored "stalking props", aka "guitar stalking".
Taken 06-27-2008, 1756h 35sec. This is a zoom in of the street that runs from the bottom to the top of the frame, getting better color and less contrast. On the left side of the street are two red vehicles parked in file, followed by a metallic blue or a silver grey colored vehicle followed by another red colored vehicle. I am guessing to a degree, but the lastmost two parked vehicles on that side of the street under heavy foliar shade (right corner) are a mid-grey color and a deep red color. On the sunlit right side of the street are a silver-grey, blue, red, silver-grey and a blue or else a over-reflective black colored vehicle parked in file.
Taken 06-27-2008, 1756h 40sec. A white colored vehicle has moved in from the left, lead by a dark red vehicle on the far right. A seeming metallic gold colored vehicle is artfully behind a tree as I took the picture.
1535h
The noise barrage started up while having tea and chocolate; an exciting moment for the perps, especially as they stiffed me with chocolate that I don't care for, occluded caramel (a differing brown color) added into milk chocolate. This was a consequence of depleting the store stock for the usual purchased chocolate, and screwing me out of availible alternatives. Such are the brown color games that go on as a daily event.
There will be First Feral Family dinner tonight, and there will be cake, though I have no idea as to what kind. Then on with the food color games. Regular readers will know that there were three orange colored vegetables offered by my in-town brother last time we ate there, "happening" to follow using an orange colored head medication for two days. No more of that medication, and the doctor agreed three days ago, and didn't seem too fussed that I dropped it, nor about the forgone "amelioration concerns". Har, har; it might even be funny if it weren't too depraved.
And as I send some pictures to my daughter, the first email I have sent to her in years, the overhead pounding noise has started up coincident with infuriating me over yet more faux keyboard fumbling that "somehow" brought up a dialog window over top of the email. Obviously an exciting moment for some assholes, and very possibly something to do with eating brown colored food only 15 minutes ago.
More exciting moments as detected by the cascading noises; the much loathed Harley motorcycle noise following a phone call from my mother about picking me up in a half hour.
That will be it for today's post; if I don't post it now it will be "forgotten".
1555h
More harassment games; the perps wiped my entered personal information when attempting to fill out an online form. More of the "do it twice" stunts; once for me and once for them. And of course the overhead rumbling and squeaking combination noises started up while doing that. It never fucking ends.
That is to say, it is my birthday but under duress; being a subject of nonconsensual human experimentation. And for noting that, I just got a red-yellow plasma flash in front of my face with coincident bus noise from outside.
In fact, the perps didn't let me know that it was my birthday until at least 40 minutes since getting up. That would be another "never before", where I "forgot" that it was my birthday. Which suggests it is either externally applied mind control or a serious neurological condition. And as I saw the doctor only two days ago, and related many of these strange events, and he seemed to be most incurious, that leaves only one possible suggestion; unrepentant remotely applied mind control, now begining Year 54 from 1954.
I got the overhead thwack noise the instant I touched my lip to alleviate an uncharacteristic itch earlier. My upper lip has been a constant scene of harassment action; in 2003 they were whacking me with 200 to 400 masers a day, many of them on my upper lip. As a special birthday treat, they even put a zit there too. I haven't had a zit like this for over 35 years, surely another example of remotely applied fuckery.
1350h
Another cascade of sirens just ended; the timing of these events is always a fascination as inevitably it is coincident with me reading or viewing a theme from the perp objectives list.
And it would seem that they are up to more games with pollutants; this story here has ethylene glycol tanker rail cars falling into the Fraser River, (not the Thompson River as the story states), and goodness knows how the perps like to run water past their subjects, or their surrogates. If this sounds too conspiratorial you might be correct, though there is very little that goes on around me, including news items, that is not scripted. As the perps have certain "problems" with the pollutants and plastics in me as anyone else would, none of these accidents surprise me too much.
My mother phoned twice, putting on the bullshit ditz show, while I was reading about neutrinos. They are produced by the interaction of cosmic rays in the atmosphere on the other side of the world from the detector.This has been an ongoing topic the perps have me explore every few months, all the more curious in that they have wiped out any capacity to understand physics to any degree. I am refering to certain documented learning difficulties that are persistent, and may well be actively governed by the perps. If there is anything technical, it takes me ten times the effort to learn, which would be true only for employment related matters, it just isn't worth it for anything else. I have remarked on the topic of neutrinos before, and I suspect that this subatomic physical particle in all its states must have something to do with the perp's obsession over the dusk onset, nightime activities, early morning awakenings (and driving in the past), and relative sheilding in my apartment, having an E. side and 8 more stories above me. And all the more interesting is that I am getting a considerable amount of noisestalking as I write this up and put the link in. And then I got jabbed in the nose by a force field as I was attempting to alleviate an imposed itch. Obviously a hot topic for the assholes, and it is telling that their interests are getting much more specific nowadays.
More vehicle arrangement action outside my apartment. If these types of photos are getting too boring, let me know. No one to date has said anything about the photos (more or less), so I am plugging away at this diversion which surely must confer perp benefits as well.
Taken 06-27-2008, 1756h 25sec. in the shadow of this very apartment building as it is cast upon the street. The perps are exceedingly particular as to where shadows fall and from what, and comparing it to adjacent directly lit areas. On the street running from left to right are four parked vehicles; a white, a mid-grey behind the tree, a rare mid-metallic brown and a silver-grey vehicle all in file. A white station wagon is turning the corner, and a seeming red pickup with a white canopy is in transit behind the tree.
Taken 06-27-2008, 1756h 30sec. The last mentioned vehicles in the above photo have moved on, and a mid-grey vehicle is passing by in the traffic lane headed to the left (N.). The likely ambulatory gangstalker has progressed along the sidewalk, now clearly packing a guitar case, one of the perps favored "stalking props", aka "guitar stalking".
Taken 06-27-2008, 1756h 35sec. This is a zoom in of the street that runs from the bottom to the top of the frame, getting better color and less contrast. On the left side of the street are two red vehicles parked in file, followed by a metallic blue or a silver grey colored vehicle followed by another red colored vehicle. I am guessing to a degree, but the lastmost two parked vehicles on that side of the street under heavy foliar shade (right corner) are a mid-grey color and a deep red color. On the sunlit right side of the street are a silver-grey, blue, red, silver-grey and a blue or else a over-reflective black colored vehicle parked in file.
Taken 06-27-2008, 1756h 40sec. A white colored vehicle has moved in from the left, lead by a dark red vehicle on the far right. A seeming metallic gold colored vehicle is artfully behind a tree as I took the picture.
1535h
The noise barrage started up while having tea and chocolate; an exciting moment for the perps, especially as they stiffed me with chocolate that I don't care for, occluded caramel (a differing brown color) added into milk chocolate. This was a consequence of depleting the store stock for the usual purchased chocolate, and screwing me out of availible alternatives. Such are the brown color games that go on as a daily event.
There will be First Feral Family dinner tonight, and there will be cake, though I have no idea as to what kind. Then on with the food color games. Regular readers will know that there were three orange colored vegetables offered by my in-town brother last time we ate there, "happening" to follow using an orange colored head medication for two days. No more of that medication, and the doctor agreed three days ago, and didn't seem too fussed that I dropped it, nor about the forgone "amelioration concerns". Har, har; it might even be funny if it weren't too depraved.
And as I send some pictures to my daughter, the first email I have sent to her in years, the overhead pounding noise has started up coincident with infuriating me over yet more faux keyboard fumbling that "somehow" brought up a dialog window over top of the email. Obviously an exciting moment for some assholes, and very possibly something to do with eating brown colored food only 15 minutes ago.
More exciting moments as detected by the cascading noises; the much loathed Harley motorcycle noise following a phone call from my mother about picking me up in a half hour.
That will be it for today's post; if I don't post it now it will be "forgotten".
1555h
More harassment games; the perps wiped my entered personal information when attempting to fill out an online form. More of the "do it twice" stunts; once for me and once for them. And of course the overhead rumbling and squeaking combination noises started up while doing that. It never fucking ends.
Sunday, June 08, 2008
A Rare Mellow Morning
1120h
While I have been harassed when making breakfast, specifically with chocolate crumb inundation, peanut butter and jam on toast extra-conventional gravitic harassment and a few others, I would have to say this is a rare morning where I haven't been wound up into a rage-ified state. I still get the plasma and masers, the odd tick, faux neighbor noise, and others, but nothing too much to get me highly irritated, which is where they like to keep me. Something is definitely odd, and it may represent a lull for a later salvo of harassment and sustained vexation for later.
And there are important harassment games in progress; tomorrow, the pest control is to spray this place, to take away the excuses for all the ticks "arriving", and I am to prepare by pulling all furniture from the walls by 2', something the perps will like very much, as this investigation technique has already been evident at my brother's place when he stored my belongings, and at my parent's place where the bed I use is strangely pulled from the wall.
After spraying, I will have to vacate the apartment for six hours, and that will likely mean an extra Monday night stayover at my parent's place. And lo, if my mother didn't suggest bringing my bedsheets to her place and getting them laundered there. Regular readers will know that the bedsheets are spattered and smeared with blood-like stains, but as I have no bites or other skin lesions, it remains a mystery as to why this is happening, save the usual sabotage with no causal event. The stains and spattering are on my new pillow cases and top sheet as well as the fitted sheet, and it is a mess to say the least, and laundering will not remove these stains.
I have also been getting towel sabotage of late; one towel self-ripped and had to be thrown out. So it looks that my big excitement over the next while would be to get new bed linen, just the kind of domestic bullshit I have no desire to acquire unless necessary. Never mind that I have no funds to pay for this sabotage, or have no idea why this is happening. The pattern of the smearing on the bottom sheet has crop circle like design, the smears being arranged in a circle of 2', with the angular smeared portion changing a few degrees each increment around the circle. I will put some pictures up at next post, likely two days from now, as the PC at my parent's place is an exercise in frustration, probably by design.
In past blogs I have remarked on the perps seeming to have an objective related to the energetic effects of humans in sustained enclosures deep under water. Another way of saying that they may have had a hand in some of the cruise ship sinkings in the last few years, one in this province, where it went down at night with a two passengers "undiscovered" and seemingly unaware of the impending disaster in their sleep. The perps tell me that the human energetic interaction of neutrinos varies according to whether one is in daylight, or through the earth at nightime. At least one neutrino observatory is due for placement in Mediterranean deep water, and another for placement in deep ice in Antartica. There is another one in Sudbury, Canada in a deep mine shaft. It may well be that the unfortuneate victims of the cruise ship sinkings, who went down with the ship into deep water, may have been sacrificial subjects as part of a neutrino-energetic interaction study by the perps. And I now see a "trend" in ocean divers being abandoned by their tending watercraft, and spending the night in tropical waters afraid for their lives, and ultimately getting rescued. It does make me wonder if these are not managed events by the perps, and are covert neutrino studies on the hapless victims they selected. There has been at least three such stories in the past six months, and here is the latest, though these divers made it to land and had to fight off a komodo dragon as part of their survival. Another abandoned diver story is here, or at least the filmaking of it. All very speculative for sure, but I do see plenty of world and local news events that fit the harassment pattern and objectives that I get to see all day, and thought it was interesting enough to post.
1305h
I had my one tortilla slice lunch, and afterward, the noise dynamic changed altogether. The parade of hoarse mufflered vehicles, lound chopped Harleys and a few others have been arranged in a sequence to promote finger blocking of my ears until it passes, and as soon as my fingers come off, why, another noise is scripted. And the plasma flashes on the wall has started up, along with chirps of indeterminate origin. Back to the imposed "normal" again. The barrage of vision impairments also increased, while going through my daily list of personal and lifestyle blogs, and even offering the odd comment.
1345h
some eye pumelling time spent on film criticism blogs, another long daily list I trove through with the usual attendant noisestalking and plasma and maser activity. One can get to notice the trends in the presentation of the Unfavored, one in particular, bald heads, aka skinheads. The perps are arranging bald surfaces at the bottom of the display, and then when I scroll down, it could be a male skinhead, a pool ball, or any other like surface. And I note today, they are including female heads in this image cut-off game, though with hair thankfully. The perps seem to be reducing this particular Unfavored class, bald heads, to smaller sections that are presented in part, with the delay in scrolling down to see the whole thing. I see that a recent female bald head event was in the news, a waitress who lost her job for cutting her hair off in a charity event. It is a big deal in these parts, as the police do a Vancouver Island bicycle relay, and part of the charity is to shave their heads. So far as I know, no female officers have been involved. And if I subconsciously don't like skinheads, why do I have a billion dollar budgeted covert agency hounding me over this when I didn't know that I disliked it? And what exactly happened to create this situation that I am being hounded for? The perps also put on chinless dweebes/gangstalkers, another body form I subconsciously dislike I have learned, thanks to them. So... bald heads, chinless chumps; the perps intimate that this is related to past alien exposure, though all recall has been deleted. One cannot take the fuckers at their word, and it could of been one of their medical staff who was similarly conformed. Not my problem.
And I also note that the perps have moved up the brown color chart some, and are putting on taupe colors with web page design, and less of the tan colorations the have been working on for the past 12 months or so. It remains to be seen if vehicles will also be accorded this same "more brown" status, though I will find out later today.
And I see the enragement games are on again, pissing me off over typo sabotage, and then invoking the overhead rumbling noise while swearing at the assholes who can now fuck with every word and letter I know, and in a recent development, can now fuck my typing while I am looking at the keys. This was my last resort of preventing typo sabotage, but now it is breached (totally fuckable by remote means).
1500h
Back to the online world after tea and chocolate, duly noisestalked and with extra crumb arrivals and flipping, as well as breaking the chocolate that was in my hand so that I trapped it between my legs. That is correct, self-breaking chocolate, the free end, and it knows where to go for more brown chocolate energetic games by lying against my jeans. And having one's limbs pinched together is also a big energetics deal. Hence the number of oncoming weirds on the street attempting a right side pass, walking in left-hand drive mode when the implicit standard here is right-hand drive, just like vehicles on roadways. And I suspect the plethora of imported Japanese used left-hand drive vehicles that "erupt" in my proximity are part of this left/right energetics study they contain me in.
And I noticed at yoga four days ago that the perps arranged the colors of the tops of the other class members differently on each side. The three women took off their outer garment all at the same time; the right side woman had the fugly carmine red top, the instructor was in pink, and the closest woman on the left was in a tight checked green and white garment. The other woman in black and grey did not remove any of her clothing at this little color game I was privy to, like every Thursday. The usual intense gangstalk scene erupted on the street when I was walking back from yoga; the ladies in red, arm in arm under a red umbrella, the vagrants attempting a left-hand drive right side pass and getting pissed at me because I didn't move, (wasn't allowed to), and the rest of the strange dudes backpacking at 1230h on a Thursday. There are no office towers around here, so where do all these supposed "workers" come from? Like always, it is their job to harass victims, and the pretense of a cover story seems to be less important than it once did.
The dry coughing jags from yesterday have continued today, along with some extra chest sensation as a source for the hacking they have me do. Given that the timing of the coughs is highly tactical, and relates to thoughts, noises, and the usual list of stalkable events, none of the coughing is genuine.
The perps also put a bruise on my right shoulder three days ago, and it too seems to take on differing colors by the day; first blue and grey, then greenish yesterday, and yellow green today. I suppose the big deal for the sickos is that it serves as a portable color reference, one from skin. And too, the fact that I draw my grey plastic shaving razor through it each morning must also offer boundless opportunities for the sickos.
It is time to call this one done and blog off. I will be moving my furniture 2' off the wall fro Monday's insect pspraying job, and then heading off to my daughter's 18th birthday along with my parents in this scripted and rehearsed event that is surely arranged to subsecond levels. I had the sense that I was like a skunk at a garden party the last time if I read the kid's faces correctly. As if I was the source of odium when I said or did nothing offensive in the least. One cannot be sure that this was meant to be "my" determination, as the adults have been putting on the doleful faces of late in an exaggerated manner.
While I have been harassed when making breakfast, specifically with chocolate crumb inundation, peanut butter and jam on toast extra-conventional gravitic harassment and a few others, I would have to say this is a rare morning where I haven't been wound up into a rage-ified state. I still get the plasma and masers, the odd tick, faux neighbor noise, and others, but nothing too much to get me highly irritated, which is where they like to keep me. Something is definitely odd, and it may represent a lull for a later salvo of harassment and sustained vexation for later.
And there are important harassment games in progress; tomorrow, the pest control is to spray this place, to take away the excuses for all the ticks "arriving", and I am to prepare by pulling all furniture from the walls by 2', something the perps will like very much, as this investigation technique has already been evident at my brother's place when he stored my belongings, and at my parent's place where the bed I use is strangely pulled from the wall.
After spraying, I will have to vacate the apartment for six hours, and that will likely mean an extra Monday night stayover at my parent's place. And lo, if my mother didn't suggest bringing my bedsheets to her place and getting them laundered there. Regular readers will know that the bedsheets are spattered and smeared with blood-like stains, but as I have no bites or other skin lesions, it remains a mystery as to why this is happening, save the usual sabotage with no causal event. The stains and spattering are on my new pillow cases and top sheet as well as the fitted sheet, and it is a mess to say the least, and laundering will not remove these stains.
I have also been getting towel sabotage of late; one towel self-ripped and had to be thrown out. So it looks that my big excitement over the next while would be to get new bed linen, just the kind of domestic bullshit I have no desire to acquire unless necessary. Never mind that I have no funds to pay for this sabotage, or have no idea why this is happening. The pattern of the smearing on the bottom sheet has crop circle like design, the smears being arranged in a circle of 2', with the angular smeared portion changing a few degrees each increment around the circle. I will put some pictures up at next post, likely two days from now, as the PC at my parent's place is an exercise in frustration, probably by design.
In past blogs I have remarked on the perps seeming to have an objective related to the energetic effects of humans in sustained enclosures deep under water. Another way of saying that they may have had a hand in some of the cruise ship sinkings in the last few years, one in this province, where it went down at night with a two passengers "undiscovered" and seemingly unaware of the impending disaster in their sleep. The perps tell me that the human energetic interaction of neutrinos varies according to whether one is in daylight, or through the earth at nightime. At least one neutrino observatory is due for placement in Mediterranean deep water, and another for placement in deep ice in Antartica. There is another one in Sudbury, Canada in a deep mine shaft. It may well be that the unfortuneate victims of the cruise ship sinkings, who went down with the ship into deep water, may have been sacrificial subjects as part of a neutrino-energetic interaction study by the perps. And I now see a "trend" in ocean divers being abandoned by their tending watercraft, and spending the night in tropical waters afraid for their lives, and ultimately getting rescued. It does make me wonder if these are not managed events by the perps, and are covert neutrino studies on the hapless victims they selected. There has been at least three such stories in the past six months, and here is the latest, though these divers made it to land and had to fight off a komodo dragon as part of their survival. Another abandoned diver story is here, or at least the filmaking of it. All very speculative for sure, but I do see plenty of world and local news events that fit the harassment pattern and objectives that I get to see all day, and thought it was interesting enough to post.
1305h
I had my one tortilla slice lunch, and afterward, the noise dynamic changed altogether. The parade of hoarse mufflered vehicles, lound chopped Harleys and a few others have been arranged in a sequence to promote finger blocking of my ears until it passes, and as soon as my fingers come off, why, another noise is scripted. And the plasma flashes on the wall has started up, along with chirps of indeterminate origin. Back to the imposed "normal" again. The barrage of vision impairments also increased, while going through my daily list of personal and lifestyle blogs, and even offering the odd comment.
1345h
some eye pumelling time spent on film criticism blogs, another long daily list I trove through with the usual attendant noisestalking and plasma and maser activity. One can get to notice the trends in the presentation of the Unfavored, one in particular, bald heads, aka skinheads. The perps are arranging bald surfaces at the bottom of the display, and then when I scroll down, it could be a male skinhead, a pool ball, or any other like surface. And I note today, they are including female heads in this image cut-off game, though with hair thankfully. The perps seem to be reducing this particular Unfavored class, bald heads, to smaller sections that are presented in part, with the delay in scrolling down to see the whole thing. I see that a recent female bald head event was in the news, a waitress who lost her job for cutting her hair off in a charity event. It is a big deal in these parts, as the police do a Vancouver Island bicycle relay, and part of the charity is to shave their heads. So far as I know, no female officers have been involved. And if I subconsciously don't like skinheads, why do I have a billion dollar budgeted covert agency hounding me over this when I didn't know that I disliked it? And what exactly happened to create this situation that I am being hounded for? The perps also put on chinless dweebes/gangstalkers, another body form I subconsciously dislike I have learned, thanks to them. So... bald heads, chinless chumps; the perps intimate that this is related to past alien exposure, though all recall has been deleted. One cannot take the fuckers at their word, and it could of been one of their medical staff who was similarly conformed. Not my problem.
And I also note that the perps have moved up the brown color chart some, and are putting on taupe colors with web page design, and less of the tan colorations the have been working on for the past 12 months or so. It remains to be seen if vehicles will also be accorded this same "more brown" status, though I will find out later today.
And I see the enragement games are on again, pissing me off over typo sabotage, and then invoking the overhead rumbling noise while swearing at the assholes who can now fuck with every word and letter I know, and in a recent development, can now fuck my typing while I am looking at the keys. This was my last resort of preventing typo sabotage, but now it is breached (totally fuckable by remote means).
1500h
Back to the online world after tea and chocolate, duly noisestalked and with extra crumb arrivals and flipping, as well as breaking the chocolate that was in my hand so that I trapped it between my legs. That is correct, self-breaking chocolate, the free end, and it knows where to go for more brown chocolate energetic games by lying against my jeans. And having one's limbs pinched together is also a big energetics deal. Hence the number of oncoming weirds on the street attempting a right side pass, walking in left-hand drive mode when the implicit standard here is right-hand drive, just like vehicles on roadways. And I suspect the plethora of imported Japanese used left-hand drive vehicles that "erupt" in my proximity are part of this left/right energetics study they contain me in.
And I noticed at yoga four days ago that the perps arranged the colors of the tops of the other class members differently on each side. The three women took off their outer garment all at the same time; the right side woman had the fugly carmine red top, the instructor was in pink, and the closest woman on the left was in a tight checked green and white garment. The other woman in black and grey did not remove any of her clothing at this little color game I was privy to, like every Thursday. The usual intense gangstalk scene erupted on the street when I was walking back from yoga; the ladies in red, arm in arm under a red umbrella, the vagrants attempting a left-hand drive right side pass and getting pissed at me because I didn't move, (wasn't allowed to), and the rest of the strange dudes backpacking at 1230h on a Thursday. There are no office towers around here, so where do all these supposed "workers" come from? Like always, it is their job to harass victims, and the pretense of a cover story seems to be less important than it once did.
The dry coughing jags from yesterday have continued today, along with some extra chest sensation as a source for the hacking they have me do. Given that the timing of the coughs is highly tactical, and relates to thoughts, noises, and the usual list of stalkable events, none of the coughing is genuine.
The perps also put a bruise on my right shoulder three days ago, and it too seems to take on differing colors by the day; first blue and grey, then greenish yesterday, and yellow green today. I suppose the big deal for the sickos is that it serves as a portable color reference, one from skin. And too, the fact that I draw my grey plastic shaving razor through it each morning must also offer boundless opportunities for the sickos.
It is time to call this one done and blog off. I will be moving my furniture 2' off the wall fro Monday's insect pspraying job, and then heading off to my daughter's 18th birthday along with my parents in this scripted and rehearsed event that is surely arranged to subsecond levels. I had the sense that I was like a skunk at a garden party the last time if I read the kid's faces correctly. As if I was the source of odium when I said or did nothing offensive in the least. One cannot be sure that this was meant to be "my" determination, as the adults have been putting on the doleful faces of late in an exaggerated manner.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Easter Fuckover
17540h
The sick assholes who hide behind the too-cute name of the perps went fucking nuts on me today; two counts of diarhoea with shit running down my leg and onto my shoes, and needing a shower to clean up each time. Fucking nuts, as well jerking around nearly every routine that I have, and planting endless misperceptions at every turn. All this with the usual ambulatory gangstalking and freak show, more than ever, made out to be extra obvious, as if to say "see me, I am a perp shill/operative".
They have outdone themselves in terms of going "brown"; making their problem with this color to be my onging harassment. When is some fucker going to get it; it is not my problem so why am I being constantly fucked over for it? Like at least 1500 vehicles on vehicular gangstalk duty today, as I travelled on the highway to the airport to drop my parents off, and then they went fucking nuts. It seems that they can get certain energetics measurements off me when I am in the presence of my parents, who have no doubt submitted to all manner of tests and active participation, but once I was on my own, a phalanx of vehicles in silver grey, then white, then navy blue and then deep metallic red were all over me. They also put at least six identical Dodge Caravans around me in differing colors for about a kilometer of road.
1915h
Repeat after me; there is nothing sacred about Easter goes; I have just recieved a zapping and a coincident noise when I was saving a bookmark, abeit related to mind-control and implantation technology.
What is mostly burning me up is two earlier attacks of perp created diarhoea where they created the situation just after I got back to my parent's place from dropping them off at the airport, and then again when I got back from the laundromat. Both were timed to happen at my locations of residence, and apart from perp directed events over the past two years, it has never ever happened before. Anyhow, I was "caught out" at my parent's place with no spare clothes, and as they were away, I was free to scream at the assholes for perpetrating this, and then also borrow my father's spare pants, all possible choices were a tan brown.
And as part of the fuckover scene, they also added in their laundry fuckover games, and I was obliged to launder my soiled clothes at my parent's place. As it "so happens", they don't have a dryer, so any ready clothes drying was out of the question, and hence, above mentioned clothes borrowing.
I took the bus back to my place, and it was the usual freak show with games over brown clothed gangstalkers, brown skinned gangstalkers, and of course combinations. They even had an Asian woman with brown hair, her grey hair dyed to the roots almost. There was the blonde woman in the seat in front of me, who got off early, and then they placed an East Indian lunk in front of me, and an Asian on his heels beside him, even though they didn't converse, they assembled on the bench seat as if they knew each other.
Anyhow, I got back to my place, made lunch (the usual tortillas), and then went to the laundromat to get my both pairs of jeans laundered (wearing my black workout pants), one pair being the still wet ones that were cleaned, but not dried, at my parents. Almost needless to say, but the next freak show unfolded; at one time, they had me ringed with five male gangstalkers, one behind my head outside, putting on the absurd toque over forehead with shades (for a rainy day). And again, the racial element of brown skin came into it, but I will pass on the details.
At least three of them walked up to me, within 8', pretended to be looking at the TV or outside, one waving a white plastic bag around, and then walked back. Of this trio of weirdness, one was a Latino a deep red shirt, the second fucker was in a ponytail and wearing burgundy pants, and the third one came in with a red backpack full of his clothing to launder, he being a "seen-before" not-all-there act.
Once my laundry was put away at my room, they pulled another "need to shit" stunt and again, it was another force play to clean myself up in the shower, now a 70% of the time chance owing to the sick minded assholes plastering shit on me as a matter of course. The perp's "brown color problem" is not mine, so why am I being fucked over everytime I take a shit? That includes the concurrent full noise stalking activity while on the toilet, as well as the maser and plasma show that goes on, and smell jamming is mandatory. And I also note that the 1/2" deep brown paint splotch that arrived on the toilet tank two days ago is still there as some kind of color reference for the perp's games.
And with all these major incursions of blatant fuckery, the perps have also been cranking me up by disrupting every habit I have; they fucked my work surface cleaning after doing the dishes and then I was while sitting in my chair, my attention was directed to the spot of olive oil they always leave there, have come from the placement of the spatula in that location. Then, they still didn't let me in that being a prompt to attend to the matter, they had me rant about the fuckers placing "something" there, when I have known exactly what they have done for over six months, twice per day. I am not allowed access to my own recall and faculties, including the so-called "no brainer" associations, reflexes and recall.
1950h
It is time to make another "this must be fixed" commentary about the news, this item being a near carbon copy of what happened in this part of the world, something I remarked upon in this past blog. The topical item is the sinking of a Greek passenger liner in the Mediterranean Sea, where all but two unfortuneate passengers (father and daughter) were saved, and lo, if the vessel didn't sink into deep waters. That is what happened in British Columbian waters, where everyone was saved except for two sacrificial (IMHO) passengers (man and wife) who went to visit the neutrinos on behalf of the World Gestapo's quest in quantifying all human energetic interactions. Mind-control may only be 20% of what they are after going by the incursions and coincidences of noisestalking and other introduced affronts when I read the news, and "engage" (per mind-fuck script) in the elicitational conversations.
That remark about the "neutrinos" is one that refers to their properties being quite different at depth, and they also have energetic properties that relate to the ether field (aka the omniplasma continuum per T. T. Brown) we all live in. In my cynical estimation, the perps sent down some human cargo to be tested and assayed over time, and in the case of the BC ferry in 2006, they are still down there.
I do find it interesting that the makeup of the sacrificial couple were man and wife the British Columbia (local) instance, and father and daughter in this recent Mediterannean disaster. And I also find it odd that having many neutrino detector observatories just doesn't seem to be good enough for the perp sickos.
2205h
A new round of bottle bashing, talking, pacing and cell phoning outside my room, room shaking, and plasma flashing off the LCD display has started up. This is coincident with emailing a fellow TI, the first in two weeks with this particular individual. After having a lapse of contact with people, the perps then lay on the stunts, noise and other games.
2240h
The odd grunting, groan or woo-hoo is occuring exactly when I am reading a typical noisestalked word, and then the overhead pounding has started up to suggest this is the attainment of serious noisestalking that goes deeper into neural structures, especially with the vibrational component added in.
This is transpiring while I am reading the Lacerta Files, an interview of an alien woman by an person from Sweden. I could possibly a hoax, but who knows. It is interesting to make inferences as to how it relates to the current depravity to which I am subject to, every mortal second of my life. And it is also interesting to note that the alien woman says that sleep and closing of one's eyes make for being more vulnerable to external conscious access. Given how often I get vision impairment attacks, and that I now recieve at least two hours extra sleep a night, there may be something to this, assuming I am not being fed more malarky to serve a planted notion.
Time to blog off, and call it the one fucking ugly day that it was.
The sick assholes who hide behind the too-cute name of the perps went fucking nuts on me today; two counts of diarhoea with shit running down my leg and onto my shoes, and needing a shower to clean up each time. Fucking nuts, as well jerking around nearly every routine that I have, and planting endless misperceptions at every turn. All this with the usual ambulatory gangstalking and freak show, more than ever, made out to be extra obvious, as if to say "see me, I am a perp shill/operative".
They have outdone themselves in terms of going "brown"; making their problem with this color to be my onging harassment. When is some fucker going to get it; it is not my problem so why am I being constantly fucked over for it? Like at least 1500 vehicles on vehicular gangstalk duty today, as I travelled on the highway to the airport to drop my parents off, and then they went fucking nuts. It seems that they can get certain energetics measurements off me when I am in the presence of my parents, who have no doubt submitted to all manner of tests and active participation, but once I was on my own, a phalanx of vehicles in silver grey, then white, then navy blue and then deep metallic red were all over me. They also put at least six identical Dodge Caravans around me in differing colors for about a kilometer of road.
1915h
Repeat after me; there is nothing sacred about Easter goes; I have just recieved a zapping and a coincident noise when I was saving a bookmark, abeit related to mind-control and implantation technology.
What is mostly burning me up is two earlier attacks of perp created diarhoea where they created the situation just after I got back to my parent's place from dropping them off at the airport, and then again when I got back from the laundromat. Both were timed to happen at my locations of residence, and apart from perp directed events over the past two years, it has never ever happened before. Anyhow, I was "caught out" at my parent's place with no spare clothes, and as they were away, I was free to scream at the assholes for perpetrating this, and then also borrow my father's spare pants, all possible choices were a tan brown.
And as part of the fuckover scene, they also added in their laundry fuckover games, and I was obliged to launder my soiled clothes at my parent's place. As it "so happens", they don't have a dryer, so any ready clothes drying was out of the question, and hence, above mentioned clothes borrowing.
I took the bus back to my place, and it was the usual freak show with games over brown clothed gangstalkers, brown skinned gangstalkers, and of course combinations. They even had an Asian woman with brown hair, her grey hair dyed to the roots almost. There was the blonde woman in the seat in front of me, who got off early, and then they placed an East Indian lunk in front of me, and an Asian on his heels beside him, even though they didn't converse, they assembled on the bench seat as if they knew each other.
Anyhow, I got back to my place, made lunch (the usual tortillas), and then went to the laundromat to get my both pairs of jeans laundered (wearing my black workout pants), one pair being the still wet ones that were cleaned, but not dried, at my parents. Almost needless to say, but the next freak show unfolded; at one time, they had me ringed with five male gangstalkers, one behind my head outside, putting on the absurd toque over forehead with shades (for a rainy day). And again, the racial element of brown skin came into it, but I will pass on the details.
At least three of them walked up to me, within 8', pretended to be looking at the TV or outside, one waving a white plastic bag around, and then walked back. Of this trio of weirdness, one was a Latino a deep red shirt, the second fucker was in a ponytail and wearing burgundy pants, and the third one came in with a red backpack full of his clothing to launder, he being a "seen-before" not-all-there act.
Once my laundry was put away at my room, they pulled another "need to shit" stunt and again, it was another force play to clean myself up in the shower, now a 70% of the time chance owing to the sick minded assholes plastering shit on me as a matter of course. The perp's "brown color problem" is not mine, so why am I being fucked over everytime I take a shit? That includes the concurrent full noise stalking activity while on the toilet, as well as the maser and plasma show that goes on, and smell jamming is mandatory. And I also note that the 1/2" deep brown paint splotch that arrived on the toilet tank two days ago is still there as some kind of color reference for the perp's games.
And with all these major incursions of blatant fuckery, the perps have also been cranking me up by disrupting every habit I have; they fucked my work surface cleaning after doing the dishes and then I was while sitting in my chair, my attention was directed to the spot of olive oil they always leave there, have come from the placement of the spatula in that location. Then, they still didn't let me in that being a prompt to attend to the matter, they had me rant about the fuckers placing "something" there, when I have known exactly what they have done for over six months, twice per day. I am not allowed access to my own recall and faculties, including the so-called "no brainer" associations, reflexes and recall.
1950h
It is time to make another "this must be fixed" commentary about the news, this item being a near carbon copy of what happened in this part of the world, something I remarked upon in this past blog. The topical item is the sinking of a Greek passenger liner in the Mediterranean Sea, where all but two unfortuneate passengers (father and daughter) were saved, and lo, if the vessel didn't sink into deep waters. That is what happened in British Columbian waters, where everyone was saved except for two sacrificial (IMHO) passengers (man and wife) who went to visit the neutrinos on behalf of the World Gestapo's quest in quantifying all human energetic interactions. Mind-control may only be 20% of what they are after going by the incursions and coincidences of noisestalking and other introduced affronts when I read the news, and "engage" (per mind-fuck script) in the elicitational conversations.
That remark about the "neutrinos" is one that refers to their properties being quite different at depth, and they also have energetic properties that relate to the ether field (aka the omniplasma continuum per T. T. Brown) we all live in. In my cynical estimation, the perps sent down some human cargo to be tested and assayed over time, and in the case of the BC ferry in 2006, they are still down there.
I do find it interesting that the makeup of the sacrificial couple were man and wife the British Columbia (local) instance, and father and daughter in this recent Mediterannean disaster. And I also find it odd that having many neutrino detector observatories just doesn't seem to be good enough for the perp sickos.
2205h
A new round of bottle bashing, talking, pacing and cell phoning outside my room, room shaking, and plasma flashing off the LCD display has started up. This is coincident with emailing a fellow TI, the first in two weeks with this particular individual. After having a lapse of contact with people, the perps then lay on the stunts, noise and other games.
2240h
The odd grunting, groan or woo-hoo is occuring exactly when I am reading a typical noisestalked word, and then the overhead pounding has started up to suggest this is the attainment of serious noisestalking that goes deeper into neural structures, especially with the vibrational component added in.
This is transpiring while I am reading the Lacerta Files, an interview of an alien woman by an person from Sweden. I could possibly a hoax, but who knows. It is interesting to make inferences as to how it relates to the current depravity to which I am subject to, every mortal second of my life. And it is also interesting to note that the alien woman says that sleep and closing of one's eyes make for being more vulnerable to external conscious access. Given how often I get vision impairment attacks, and that I now recieve at least two hours extra sleep a night, there may be something to this, assuming I am not being fed more malarky to serve a planted notion.
Time to blog off, and call it the one fucking ugly day that it was.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
The Floating Sensation
1050h
I am getting a round of the "floating sensation", that all too-common jerkaround when the perps de-energize the temporal lobes in their attempts to go deeper into their brain (my brain) games. And the second round of this was interupted by the manager giving me some oversized mail, junk mail touting a glossy travel magazine. How this outfit got my current name and address is another of those mysteries, but obviously the usual mail through the slot at the top of the door wasn't sufficient for this mind fucking rountine.
And I am getting cranked up about how these accident inquiries are not explaining anything. "Crew error" and that is it. This is more of a local story, but a ferry ran aground last year at nightime, and all were rescued but two before the vessel slipped off the rocks and sunk into deep waters. To date, they still haven't made any effort to bring the vessel up, even if there is a danger of a fuel oil leak. Anyhow, I am always suspicious of these "disasters" and I asked my once sea-faring brother how this might of happened, and he just smirked, possibly purposely to feed my suspicions.
Anyhow, there is still no explanation of actual crew actions for the 14 minutes the crew missed a course change. Could it of been a collective mind-fuck for those on the bridge at the time? Possibly, but I wasn't there and cannot make a call on this one. But what I do know is that the sickos have a fascination with neutrinos, and their interaction is quite different at the earth's surface than in deep waters, so they may of decided to conduct an experiment in this part of the world to determine the neutrino-human energetics interaction on the two unlucky passengers that went down with the ship. This is totally speculative of course, but as I am currently getting successive noise flurries and other related jerkarounds (vision impairments, more floating sensations, smells jammed in the nose, plasma beams flitting around, and the Pseudosweats), I can be quite sure that another party is terribly interested in this scenario, and could be the same one that even suggested/prompted "my" interest/"discovery" into these subatomic particles for which I never gave a shit about in the first place. Anyhow, it is a long way of saying that disaster events aren't what they always appear. And it is another case of the non-causal investigation report, where there is no clarity as to what actually happened to cause this tragedy. Call it the "dumbing-down" of investigational boards Canadian style. My mention of the Anna Nicole Smith coroner's report in yesterday's blog is another example, where she had a personal nurse and yet she ingested contraindicated medications. If the coroner's report is availible online there maybe some better details that did not make it into the news. There have been a few other significant investigations that failed to detail causal events that satisfied the evidence in the past years as well, and I won't go into that large topic here.
1415h
A classic "suck 'n fuck" stunt today; the drop-in center's yoga was cancelled without notice, making for a "go there and come straight back" event, on the same route. Past readers will note that this has "happened" for doctor's visits, caseworker's visits and a few others that don't come to mind. There is something the perps want to know with respect to minimal turnaround duration for regular destinations, and have me return to this room/cell and listen to yet more noisestalking.
And I got my usual entourage of ambulatory and vehicular gangstalking while outside walking; they are now painting the normal (standard) silver-grey dump truck boxes the same color (burgundy) as the cab to create a more monolithic look to this particular large vehicle. This was predictable, as they are doing the same with the Smart Cars.
And the perps even put on a white color lane line painting crew for me to walk by, as they were located near the drop-in center and were in place for my inbound and outbound journey legs. This too is a fascination for the perps, and they have re-painted most of the road lines at least twice on my beats when I was driving, 2002 to mid-2006. Sometimes they had only repainted one line of a two line centerline. I cannot concieve of how that could serve any other purpose than for the perps and their senseless quest to determine what colors I react to, and at what thresholds. Not my problem, so why am I being fucked over it?
And another round of noisestalking in the hallway outside my door with plastic bag rustling; they are going silly on this plastic bag stalking these days, as well as adding more burgundy vehicles into the mix, and backing off on deep metallic red colors. They are still on gangstalking me with crimson reds it seems.
And the floating sensations also came back after lunch; they are continuing to "feature" this kind of fuckery along with the noisescape, running noses, web page changes, mouseclicking, masers and plasma exposures, internal head noises, and the rest of their games.
1550h
Some relative peace and quiet save the odd house noises of thumping that occur downstairs it seems, and of no human intervention. This is akin to the house whacking of yesterday, and here last night.
I had my usual Monday night cannot-sleep spell for an hour, and then was permitted a near uninterupted sleep. There was one awakening to see the "grainy picture show", that strange lighting effect that has all the look of a nightime existing light black and white photograph. This time, it was a glance at my pillow they wanted, and then I was back to sleep, with a late awakening that precluded my drop-in center visitation to go dig non-native plants from Government House. As it turned out, all the perps wanted from me today with respect to the drop-in center was a "there and back" visitation, per above yoga class suprise cancellation. Only in hindsight, if at all, can their plans make sense, though why the assholes need a short turnaround visitation to a regular location is unknown to me.
1910h
The sun is setting and is slowly passing behind a building instead of directly at me as I type. These dusk times are when the perps go extra squirelly with noisestalking and the rest of the games they pull such as typo sabotage. They also have got a drummer's group going earlier tonight in the adjacent nightclub where I can only barely hear it unless they leave the fire escape door open for me. There must be some significant benefits to the vibrations as these are not the only items which are accorded such treatment in my proximity. The glass bottle bashing of the operative/"resident", the forced crockery clashing in my case, the noisy mufflers in significant abundance, the knocking or cleaning of storefront windows in my proximity, and the like.
Anyhow, the noisescape has been mostly quiescent today, save some noise flurries, and perhaps the PC and its last most "repair" of the installation of two indentical disc drives offers sufficient vibration. My theory is that they correlate the energies associated with the vibrations and attempt to build an completed energetics model wherever I am. I am getting enough faked coughing and hacking from the never-get-better "residents" to know that this is a hot topic for the perp assholes in their control room somewhere in town.
1930h
I am getting the overhead pounding again which underscores the importance of this particular dusk time for the perps. It does seem this particular focussed noise is applied to their "problem moments/activities" this being both the digestive period following dinner and dusk time. I may have mentioned this before, but I have a suspicion that the advancement of Daylight time onset to March may have been their doing. In this way they can continue the experimentation at this time of the diurnal day.
And that they fucked me over for four attempts in succession in typing the word "to" in the above paragraph, and have me yell at the fuckers, further suggests that the current situation carries a high-stakes fuckability to it. Getting me riled up is their Fuckover stunt of first resort, except it is not as loud as before by way of speech volume governance.
1955h
The woo-hoo's have started up in this putative rooming house, and outside, the key jingling noise has started up owing to some transiting operatives in the adjacent parking lot. The usual noisestalking of the webpage changes, mouseclickings, unintended page re-displays and the rest of the dull details the perp assholes find so fascinating.
2015h
And just when I was getting complacent about some quiet, another bullshit and over-faked coughing jag has started up from the never-get-better operative/"resident" in this putative rooming house. I could well be projected sound from that quarter rather than a live being. And the perps make sure I get annoyed with it.
2035h
The overhead pounding has started up as thoughtstalking; any uncontrolled observations or thoughts get an overhead clunk accompaniment. So much for any quiet.
2245h
Time to blog off for another dull day, worsened by the perp's fuckery over a late get-up time and the secret cancellation of yoga this afternoon. Cue coughing and hacking.
I am getting a round of the "floating sensation", that all too-common jerkaround when the perps de-energize the temporal lobes in their attempts to go deeper into their brain (my brain) games. And the second round of this was interupted by the manager giving me some oversized mail, junk mail touting a glossy travel magazine. How this outfit got my current name and address is another of those mysteries, but obviously the usual mail through the slot at the top of the door wasn't sufficient for this mind fucking rountine.
And I am getting cranked up about how these accident inquiries are not explaining anything. "Crew error" and that is it. This is more of a local story, but a ferry ran aground last year at nightime, and all were rescued but two before the vessel slipped off the rocks and sunk into deep waters. To date, they still haven't made any effort to bring the vessel up, even if there is a danger of a fuel oil leak. Anyhow, I am always suspicious of these "disasters" and I asked my once sea-faring brother how this might of happened, and he just smirked, possibly purposely to feed my suspicions.
Anyhow, there is still no explanation of actual crew actions for the 14 minutes the crew missed a course change. Could it of been a collective mind-fuck for those on the bridge at the time? Possibly, but I wasn't there and cannot make a call on this one. But what I do know is that the sickos have a fascination with neutrinos, and their interaction is quite different at the earth's surface than in deep waters, so they may of decided to conduct an experiment in this part of the world to determine the neutrino-human energetics interaction on the two unlucky passengers that went down with the ship. This is totally speculative of course, but as I am currently getting successive noise flurries and other related jerkarounds (vision impairments, more floating sensations, smells jammed in the nose, plasma beams flitting around, and the Pseudosweats), I can be quite sure that another party is terribly interested in this scenario, and could be the same one that even suggested/prompted "my" interest/"discovery" into these subatomic particles for which I never gave a shit about in the first place. Anyhow, it is a long way of saying that disaster events aren't what they always appear. And it is another case of the non-causal investigation report, where there is no clarity as to what actually happened to cause this tragedy. Call it the "dumbing-down" of investigational boards Canadian style. My mention of the Anna Nicole Smith coroner's report in yesterday's blog is another example, where she had a personal nurse and yet she ingested contraindicated medications. If the coroner's report is availible online there maybe some better details that did not make it into the news. There have been a few other significant investigations that failed to detail causal events that satisfied the evidence in the past years as well, and I won't go into that large topic here.
1415h
A classic "suck 'n fuck" stunt today; the drop-in center's yoga was cancelled without notice, making for a "go there and come straight back" event, on the same route. Past readers will note that this has "happened" for doctor's visits, caseworker's visits and a few others that don't come to mind. There is something the perps want to know with respect to minimal turnaround duration for regular destinations, and have me return to this room/cell and listen to yet more noisestalking.
And I got my usual entourage of ambulatory and vehicular gangstalking while outside walking; they are now painting the normal (standard) silver-grey dump truck boxes the same color (burgundy) as the cab to create a more monolithic look to this particular large vehicle. This was predictable, as they are doing the same with the Smart Cars.
And the perps even put on a white color lane line painting crew for me to walk by, as they were located near the drop-in center and were in place for my inbound and outbound journey legs. This too is a fascination for the perps, and they have re-painted most of the road lines at least twice on my beats when I was driving, 2002 to mid-2006. Sometimes they had only repainted one line of a two line centerline. I cannot concieve of how that could serve any other purpose than for the perps and their senseless quest to determine what colors I react to, and at what thresholds. Not my problem, so why am I being fucked over it?
And another round of noisestalking in the hallway outside my door with plastic bag rustling; they are going silly on this plastic bag stalking these days, as well as adding more burgundy vehicles into the mix, and backing off on deep metallic red colors. They are still on gangstalking me with crimson reds it seems.
And the floating sensations also came back after lunch; they are continuing to "feature" this kind of fuckery along with the noisescape, running noses, web page changes, mouseclicking, masers and plasma exposures, internal head noises, and the rest of their games.
1550h
Some relative peace and quiet save the odd house noises of thumping that occur downstairs it seems, and of no human intervention. This is akin to the house whacking of yesterday, and here last night.
I had my usual Monday night cannot-sleep spell for an hour, and then was permitted a near uninterupted sleep. There was one awakening to see the "grainy picture show", that strange lighting effect that has all the look of a nightime existing light black and white photograph. This time, it was a glance at my pillow they wanted, and then I was back to sleep, with a late awakening that precluded my drop-in center visitation to go dig non-native plants from Government House. As it turned out, all the perps wanted from me today with respect to the drop-in center was a "there and back" visitation, per above yoga class suprise cancellation. Only in hindsight, if at all, can their plans make sense, though why the assholes need a short turnaround visitation to a regular location is unknown to me.
1910h
The sun is setting and is slowly passing behind a building instead of directly at me as I type. These dusk times are when the perps go extra squirelly with noisestalking and the rest of the games they pull such as typo sabotage. They also have got a drummer's group going earlier tonight in the adjacent nightclub where I can only barely hear it unless they leave the fire escape door open for me. There must be some significant benefits to the vibrations as these are not the only items which are accorded such treatment in my proximity. The glass bottle bashing of the operative/"resident", the forced crockery clashing in my case, the noisy mufflers in significant abundance, the knocking or cleaning of storefront windows in my proximity, and the like.
Anyhow, the noisescape has been mostly quiescent today, save some noise flurries, and perhaps the PC and its last most "repair" of the installation of two indentical disc drives offers sufficient vibration. My theory is that they correlate the energies associated with the vibrations and attempt to build an completed energetics model wherever I am. I am getting enough faked coughing and hacking from the never-get-better "residents" to know that this is a hot topic for the perp assholes in their control room somewhere in town.
1930h
I am getting the overhead pounding again which underscores the importance of this particular dusk time for the perps. It does seem this particular focussed noise is applied to their "problem moments/activities" this being both the digestive period following dinner and dusk time. I may have mentioned this before, but I have a suspicion that the advancement of Daylight time onset to March may have been their doing. In this way they can continue the experimentation at this time of the diurnal day.
And that they fucked me over for four attempts in succession in typing the word "to" in the above paragraph, and have me yell at the fuckers, further suggests that the current situation carries a high-stakes fuckability to it. Getting me riled up is their Fuckover stunt of first resort, except it is not as loud as before by way of speech volume governance.
1955h
The woo-hoo's have started up in this putative rooming house, and outside, the key jingling noise has started up owing to some transiting operatives in the adjacent parking lot. The usual noisestalking of the webpage changes, mouseclickings, unintended page re-displays and the rest of the dull details the perp assholes find so fascinating.
2015h
And just when I was getting complacent about some quiet, another bullshit and over-faked coughing jag has started up from the never-get-better operative/"resident" in this putative rooming house. I could well be projected sound from that quarter rather than a live being. And the perps make sure I get annoyed with it.
2035h
The overhead pounding has started up as thoughtstalking; any uncontrolled observations or thoughts get an overhead clunk accompaniment. So much for any quiet.
2245h
Time to blog off for another dull day, worsened by the perp's fuckery over a late get-up time and the secret cancellation of yoga this afternoon. Cue coughing and hacking.
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