02-29-2020
A Leap Year moment of sudden and unexpected access to my own blog. It seems that way. I have spent the last three days attempting to get to this blog that I have been writing since 2006 by way of endless and senseless "Google verification" fuckery of unimaginable contortions, re-directions and proportions. You won't get a real person to talk to of course, but for now, and I am not out of the woods yet, I seem to be able to get to this blog and post something. And this is it. I just may not be able to post to this blog again, I don't know.
As this blog and attendant Google Gmail user ID was created in 2006, it just seems they didn't ask a whole lot of details as to how to recover one's account. Back in 2012 when I got my new cell phone account, the cell phone network required me to create a new Gmail account which I didn't want to do because I already had one, and being an IT guy, I instinctively knew having two accounts from the same outfit (Google) would create problems, and I have been absolutely correct.
In 01-2020 I managed to (somehow) get back into this account and reset the password, and now a month later, the Google Gmail/Blogger crowd, (or their puppet masters if you prefer) decided to put me through Google Verification Hell again. My regular password of a month ago, duly recorded on paper, "somehow" just didn't work. Around and around I went from the "default" account (the 2012-created one Google decided) to attempt to get back into this one. Last night I had the inspiration to make the 2006-created account the "recovery account" even if I couldn't get into it with this "verification" password blocking, and as of now, I somehow got back into TIWorld.
It has been a long round of password fucking hell to say the least. Tricks like sending my "verification code" to an email address that didn't arrive was a good trick. Giving me verification codes that didn't allow access, but instead "we are reviewing your account" (code for not happening). Even now, the account that displays on the upper right of this page is the 2012-created account, not the 2006-created account that owns this blog and desperately needs extra recovery information added. I have come to the conclusion that the Google masters have taken nearly every measure possible to stop me from accessing the 2006-created account and this blog by extension, and keep sending me to the 2012-created account which does NOT have this blog attached to it.
So.... why not merge them? Why Google, who likely yanked the chain of the cell phone carrier in the first place which created this account bifurcation fuckery, doesn't have this functionality as stated in their own FAQ. Which to me seems like a tacit acknowledgement that there are two classes of Gmail accounts depending on when they decided to embrace the "mobility" scene and hang cell phone access and all the rest of the data particulars they would of captured from the cell phone network off of Gmail accounts.
FFS Google, just allow Gmail account consolidation/merging so I can access my blog from a single Gmail account. Or this the plan; to screw me out of owning it? Besides, I don't use my Gmail account for regular email as Google likes to read other's mail as a matter of course.
All this was also precipitated by someone messing with the browser settings and not allowing persistent "cookies" which then caused me to log in each new session. Not the end of the world, but that seemed to be the excuse to kick off the latest round of fuckery whereby my password got blocked.
After all that, and while on this blog editing, I cannot get to my 2006-created account to reset the password and add more recovery details. The only clue is that it says "Sign Out of All Accounts" versus "Sign Out of Account". They don't make it easy, don't plan to, don't want users to access their own blogs (possibly selectively), don't have any real people to talk to and don't give a shit. Well done Google; only you could outdo Microsoft for creating intense user interface/interaction vexation. And I am making an assumption it is only you, not someone else jacking me around which is usually the case.
02-16-2020
I would of though that going to yoga class would be plenty of spinal flexing and twisting by the ongoing proximate gangstalking tourists for the week, but no, add in the new mobile (tractor trailer) bottling operation and the new hire at the other vineyard, and there is more. The new hire dude, tubby and a little rough around the edges, "just happened" to engage in unnecessary and extensive spinal flexing while in my proximity some 4' away. It was especially noted when I was having an infrequent break in the production line action and he sat down 4' opposite, on the roller conveyor no less, facing me and did lateral (side to side) spinal flexing. And he really got going on spinal flexing when I had a sip from my water bottle. Normally I don't need to keep it near me for this kind of work, but "for some reason" I got thirsty, placed the bottle near me on break, just when the new hire dude was re-assigned from other work further away to work near me on the production line. Funny how that "happens". I have never known anyone to do spinal flexing while on a bottling line before while they are busy handling and packing bottles. First impressions are lasting, and perhaps the new hire dude is going to be one to get under my skin all this vineyard working season. Woohoo, more work adversity, as if I haven't had enough over my working life.
Some time ago, my youngest brother was doing similar senseless spinal flexing nearby at the First Feral Family house, and I told him that is exactly what so many of the gangstalkers do, so therefore, he must be one too. He kind of blanched and ceased flexing his spine, and did so for good. So we shall see if the new-hire bearded-boy has a real need to flex his spine as part of his "natural work habit" or else was he putting on this shit just for me.
At least three others at the bottling line operation could of introduced this new-hire to me over two days, and didn't. Like WTF; why does this shit behavior persist and is so consistent. Even going back three decades, the then-wife, a fully compliant plant, also pulled this shit and I began to wonder if she was being so fucking rude on purpose. Well, as I later found out, she was. The perps constantly thwart, delay and protract the introduction of others in my orbit. Why don't they just get over it, and put name tags on these Fuckwits titled, "Gangstalker #nnn, goes by, xxxxx"? Given that the new-hire dude ranks mid-level on the Unfavored scale (male >20yo., facial hair, fat, a rude ass (as he later demonstrated apart from the aforementioned spinal flexing gangstalker habit) and is full of himself), maybe he will be the upcoming summer-long (co-worker) Unfavored test specimen for incremental inculcation in an attempt to have me "accept" such scum without immediate loathing on first sight.
This new mobile bottling line was a very smooth operation and there was little down time for a change. There was the odd hiccup, as production rate dithering, slowing or stopping it, is another one of the perp's fuckery favorites. With all the production lines on this planet, why do they need to round on me and have them mess up? Well I suppose I am a test subject, and whatever neural correlates and psychic reactions to even work flow is detectable when I am in the groove (everything is going smoothly and therefore I am relaxed some), and then I suddenly become more attentive while the slowdown causes are analyzed, all the more study fodder for all the poor souls on production lines everywhere else. Just my theory of course, but the perp's interests do seem to have a very consistent pattern.
Back to wallet "forget" fucking, now twice in two weeks; both times having me "forget" to take my wallet to the grocery store and only happening to find out at the check out with a full carry basket. Once I got back into my vehicle with the windows closed I made sure they knew I was utterly infuriated. They pulled this stunt maybe 10 years ago in the same circumstances, and now it "happens" twice in two weeks. There have been other wallet "forgets" in the interim, but none where I needed it until this latest eruption of fuckery. Regular readers and possibly other TI's will know the Psychopaths have a long running interest in my wallet's contents, the color of the bills (very colored in Canada) and the cards in my wallet.
02-19-2020
Ths Psychopaths were on the rag today, that is to say, they were fucking me with "forgets" and dropping things from my hands far beyond their "normal" harassment rate, which is of course an order of magnitude that would happen to unharassed mortals. Three forced "forgets" on turning the stove burner off/on in succession this morning, then "forgets" on taking supplements (a daily jerkaround now), then again for my Rx, and then extra insane fuckery when attempting to get out the door (boots, clothing, gear) which is a daily battle of fuckery, infuriation and delay. Then later at work, vine pruning mistakes I hadn't made for the three weeks I have been doing it this year, adding the hot-rod muffler noise of passing traffic in considerably greater frequency, incessant dog barking noise from multiple locations, an overflight by a military aircraft that had blackish emanations from it and plenty of helicopters (at least 12) etc. The assholes didn't relent all day, save perhaps the last hour of work. Then on my ass at home, getting the order of things wrong making dinner etc. -likely about 200 infuriation stunts today, well beyond their 80-100 average. What the got into the assholes today?
When this extra infuriation fuckery goes down there is usually a reason, and today "just happened" to be the day I dropped off a shit sample at the lab, and given the Psychopath's intense interest in excrement, it just might of been the event to trigger their insane minds to lay on substantially more fuckery and abuse. Longer term readers may recall when I was about to exit my vehicle at this same lab location with the same sample, they sent a negro on a bicycle at high speed about 6" past my door as I was about to open it. I could not believe it then or now as to how utterly stupid it was for a cyclist to go so fast and so close to street parked vehicles unless of course they were assured that they would come to no harm. This negro Fuckwit stalker could of moved over by 12-24" and still there would of been plenty of room for motor vehicles to get by. Never mind the rarity of negroes in this town, and the even greater unlikelihood that they would of been on a bicycle, excepting street sports events which was not the case. Funny how all these improbabilities add up all the time, isn't it?
And the last month has also been evidenced by increased sleep disruptions; heavy nap attacks after work of 1.5 to 2 hours and longer on weekends, and even throwing in some unconventional sound invasions. On two occasions I was napping, maybe only 15-20 minutes into it and drifting off into a deeper sleep it seemed, when they planted a noise to bring me out of it. This residence has no one upstairs or down or anyone else on any side, and nor does it have anyone else here, and on one of these occasions they planted the noise of someone clearing their throat. I was immediately awakened as there is no one else here, and "somehow" I was also calmed with the suggestion that "it's just the Psychopaths planting a noise again" so that I did not get up. And in this state of heightened and constant threat assessment and reaction to any and all fuckery conventional and unconventional alike, nearly running 18 years now, there is no way my normal self would of not got up and investigated the possible presence of someone in my place that somehow got past a locked door. I believe the second nap noise event was a wall pounding (of no known conventional cause), and as I get these about 6x/year I would of assumed it was them again because of its familiarity.
Funny how the sleep disruptions suddenly came on too; I was doing fine in December into mid-January on this job with 6 hours of sleep and no evening time nap attacks. Then when I switched jobs, why, the sleep disruptions came on and have persisted for at least 6 weeks now.
The weekend prior, the night before going to the walk-in clinic for an Rx refill, why, I couldn't get any sleep "for some reason". Though as "usual" I didn't suffer for the lack of sleep.
The usual situation at the walk-in clinic is to sit around in the waiting area for an hour (or more) with a presumed orchestrated gangstalking scene around me. On this occasion, a five yo. child was staring at me furtively, and twice when I looked at her, she immediately averted her gaze as if looking at me was prohibited. Probably was, but she couldn't help it. As to what she was staring at exactly I don't know for sure, but I suspect I must have some visible emanation about me as I can never figure out why I often get stared at by people whom I have never seen before.
Another Psychopathic campaign this week is to have me feel poorly while
at work in the vineyard continuing with the vine pruning. As if my ADD
stimulant Rx never kicked on one day (and I know I took them), another
day feeling like I was slowed down and weaker (also not an Rx intake problem).
Then when I get enough sleep (per pre-harassment normal), why, I still feel like hell this week. So just what are they up to and why all this sleep fuckery, which to be fair, had a sudden onset when they first invaded my apartment and went beserk/overt in 04-2002. As one TI reader noted, one may be more psychically accessible while sleeping, which accounts for the instances of more enforced sleep, aka, nap attacks. But also, the revelations of Donald Marshall, if they are to believed, suggests that there is much covert ongoing research to ensure the human clones have a tranferable/replicable conscience/awareness while the parent being is awake. Apparently, the clones do have a conscience when the parent being in REM sleep. An interesting technical issue which may have relevance to the Psychopath's relentless sleep fuckery games that I endure. This being a more speculative notion I usually entertain but possibly very relevant.
Anyhow, I am going to post this in the hope that I can gain access to this blog again on a continued basis. We shall see what the Google Verification Fuckery Maze has in store for me. I didn't expect this one, but as password keyboard entry, desktop and at the checkouts on one's debit card, is another long running Psychopathic research theme, we shall see.
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Sunday, March 01, 2020
Friday, April 02, 2010
Gratuitous Whacks from Nowhere
1220h
A screaming rage "reaction" due to getting whacked on the knuckles by no observable force or interaction while I was putting away the coffee filter in the top cupboard. I was drawing my hand down after placing it, and my hand was 8" clear of anything, and then my knuckles got whacked. These more blatant extra-conventional applied force abuses get an automatic extra rage-ified response per mindfuck script. There is no particular reason, as one abuse event is the same as the next in terms of identifying the intent, and the pain factor has been lessened by the assholes making me less pain sensitive all round. I seems that the assholes need me enraged all the more these days, and are escalating the blatant nature by demonstrating yet more divergence of causal action and effect. Other extra obvious fuckery is adding noise to any action I do; an example is picking things up in the kitchen, as the clattering noise keeps continuing when the object is clearly grasped in mid air and is no longer contacting anything to make any noise from any source. This goes on everytime I pick something up or place it down, which is to say, highly invasive and fucking pointless from my perspective.
Other bullshit extended to before getting up with the wind howling through the misfitting frame of the kitchen window, an aluminum frame that is somehow ill-fitting and has a 3/8" gap in it that is a source of accelerated wind, its noise (or more like, extra noise augmentation), and ongoing cool air entry. I had removed the drafting tape sealing the gap a few weeks ago to start getting some fresh air in the place, and lo, if I wasn't compelled to reseal it again once I got up. But as the perps are totally beserk over adhesives, and especially sealing tape, it isn't too much of a stretch to figure out why this keeps happening. There have been at least two separate incidents in the last week of store cashiers handling sticky labels at the counter, and so continues the perp beserkness over every day adhesives.
When preparing breakfast the assholes jerked me around to then have me place two spoonfuls of hemp seed in my cereal bowl when it has been only one for the past seven years of the same breakfast diet. This kind of blatant mind control has become more prevalent of late as they continue to disrupt long running routines for reasons best known to themselves. Then they pulled another coffee mess over the stovetop, the fresh coffee grounds magically flying off the spoon and landing in an arc around the coffee pot, requiring the blue sponge to be applied to cleaning up the semicircle of grounds around the pot. They don't even bother to make this stunt look like it has a probable cause even, they just blatantly flick off the coffee grounds. As the coffee grounds are brown colored, and I am routinely vision fucked at this juncture, and also subject to concurrent extra outside noise and plasma beams, it would seem that coffee handling, drinking, consumption and digestion is a big part of the very consistent theme of their brown color research that is so predominant. They don't send out all those parading Fuckwits with a coffee cup in hand for nothing, these portable sources of brown color references, outside and inside the Fuckwit, aka, the Coffee Corps. And I see a new coffee wholesale outfit has arrived on this city block, so there is a good chance that this may be contributing to this entire Fuckover scene.
Other nonsense in the night was to plant more vivid and technical dreams prior to waking up, a common occurence since dream invasion was stepped up last year. There were some people I knew in the dream, and they even added one of their favorite feminine motifs, the doe eyed babe with dark hair. I don't think that theme will be dropped anytime soon, as it has a way of getting attention like the much Favored blondes do.
Good Friday is a statutory day off here in the Gestapo State of Canda, though one could not be certain from the plethora of parked vehicles outside, even at 0830h when I got up, and long before any businesses were open. As usual, a strategic arrangement of black, white, silver-grey vehicles with the odd red vehicle embedding in the middle of the file or cluster. Even a "chance" glance out the balcony window for two seconds or so while crossing the room has vehicles arranged. Both times this morning there was a four to six vehicle cluster all travelling at the same speed, and all greyscale colors (as above). Which means, even the most fleeting of glances out the window have arranged vehicle clusters in motion. This is nothing new, as even back in 2005 in a different residence location there seemed to be constant arrangements outside for me to witness as I "happened" to be glancing outside. Many of these were vehicles, but as I was on the fourth floor, and looking down an alley, they would arrange partial views of ambulatory gangstalkers, arms or legs for example with the rest of the gangstalker obscured by buildings.
1915h
Other stunts that I wasn't allowed to recall until it was too late to do anything about is the kitchen flourescent fixture. It went on the fritz this morning before breakfast and it was light enough that I didn't really need to have it on. And lo, when it was 1700h I suddenly "remembered" and I got the assistant manager flake who insisted it was a bulb problem when it is a ballast problem. He then said the phone number was for emergencies only, which is total bullshit as it is the only phone number for the manager, and so I left it that he would fill out a piece of paper to then supply to the manager who is away all weekend. Convenient isn't it, the assholes who fuck with lighting levels and sources all the time take out a light on the start of a long weekend. As an example as to how rabid the perps are about lighting, they had all the flourescent fixtures changed in the wing of the classrooms that I attended for my Oracle courses, over 50 rooms is my take. They also took out a incandescent light in the bathroom, and now I am using the LED lights to augment the dim conditions the kitchen lighting fixture isn't lighting.
Much of the afternoon and early evening was spent in Linux land, and getting my Oracle install readied. I got hung up on devices and what their names were as I had this long "Mapper, Vols..." name which I know is not the device name. The internet wisdom didn't really help, and despite looking at df and du commands I could fathom what this was all about and why it cannot be as easy as Windows. And I ams still confused at to what is a Linux device as opposed to a partition and I reckon this confusion was designed as the assholes scripted at least the eighth pee just when I thought I had it figured out. Then when back from the bathroom the cognitive dithering came on and I gave up, shutdown Linux and then swapped hard drives to then reboot in Windows. The joys of having a removable hard drive rack.
And it has been cold all afternoon and now evening, with the wind up and intermittent rain. Some 23,000 residences were without power this morning, but I was OK. The perps like to script the odd power outage I have come to know, once arranging two outages, occuring each time I was in a specific store for two visitations in succession within a week, and just when I had finished all my grocery shopping. Funny how all those excuses keep erupting, one being an owl flying into a transformer and blowing it up and taking out power to 60,000 residences as I recall from five years ago.
1955h
More lighting changes, as I put the standing halogen light on, and the light seemed to come out a yellow color and not light much else around it. Then more temperature sensitivity, and so I put on thick wool socks, and lo, if that wasn't the excuse for my toes to then jam into each other. The perps seem intent on creating extra sensations today, and I suppose this is just one more.
They have also been guiding my fingers to do things I didn't want like clicking on the wrong mouse button and cancel is pressed instead of save. I thought the assholes had grown out of that juvenility, but the weekend crew hasn't it would seem.
2250h
A time of getting carried away while warmer after having tea and chocolate. Perusing hi-fi stereo equipement seems to keep my captors content, as does bookmarking movies to see one day when allowed that activity.
Enough for a shut-in day as the overhead pounding noise starts up through the earmuffs, and call this blog posting done.
A screaming rage "reaction" due to getting whacked on the knuckles by no observable force or interaction while I was putting away the coffee filter in the top cupboard. I was drawing my hand down after placing it, and my hand was 8" clear of anything, and then my knuckles got whacked. These more blatant extra-conventional applied force abuses get an automatic extra rage-ified response per mindfuck script. There is no particular reason, as one abuse event is the same as the next in terms of identifying the intent, and the pain factor has been lessened by the assholes making me less pain sensitive all round. I seems that the assholes need me enraged all the more these days, and are escalating the blatant nature by demonstrating yet more divergence of causal action and effect. Other extra obvious fuckery is adding noise to any action I do; an example is picking things up in the kitchen, as the clattering noise keeps continuing when the object is clearly grasped in mid air and is no longer contacting anything to make any noise from any source. This goes on everytime I pick something up or place it down, which is to say, highly invasive and fucking pointless from my perspective.
Other bullshit extended to before getting up with the wind howling through the misfitting frame of the kitchen window, an aluminum frame that is somehow ill-fitting and has a 3/8" gap in it that is a source of accelerated wind, its noise (or more like, extra noise augmentation), and ongoing cool air entry. I had removed the drafting tape sealing the gap a few weeks ago to start getting some fresh air in the place, and lo, if I wasn't compelled to reseal it again once I got up. But as the perps are totally beserk over adhesives, and especially sealing tape, it isn't too much of a stretch to figure out why this keeps happening. There have been at least two separate incidents in the last week of store cashiers handling sticky labels at the counter, and so continues the perp beserkness over every day adhesives.
When preparing breakfast the assholes jerked me around to then have me place two spoonfuls of hemp seed in my cereal bowl when it has been only one for the past seven years of the same breakfast diet. This kind of blatant mind control has become more prevalent of late as they continue to disrupt long running routines for reasons best known to themselves. Then they pulled another coffee mess over the stovetop, the fresh coffee grounds magically flying off the spoon and landing in an arc around the coffee pot, requiring the blue sponge to be applied to cleaning up the semicircle of grounds around the pot. They don't even bother to make this stunt look like it has a probable cause even, they just blatantly flick off the coffee grounds. As the coffee grounds are brown colored, and I am routinely vision fucked at this juncture, and also subject to concurrent extra outside noise and plasma beams, it would seem that coffee handling, drinking, consumption and digestion is a big part of the very consistent theme of their brown color research that is so predominant. They don't send out all those parading Fuckwits with a coffee cup in hand for nothing, these portable sources of brown color references, outside and inside the Fuckwit, aka, the Coffee Corps. And I see a new coffee wholesale outfit has arrived on this city block, so there is a good chance that this may be contributing to this entire Fuckover scene.
Other nonsense in the night was to plant more vivid and technical dreams prior to waking up, a common occurence since dream invasion was stepped up last year. There were some people I knew in the dream, and they even added one of their favorite feminine motifs, the doe eyed babe with dark hair. I don't think that theme will be dropped anytime soon, as it has a way of getting attention like the much Favored blondes do.
Good Friday is a statutory day off here in the Gestapo State of Canda, though one could not be certain from the plethora of parked vehicles outside, even at 0830h when I got up, and long before any businesses were open. As usual, a strategic arrangement of black, white, silver-grey vehicles with the odd red vehicle embedding in the middle of the file or cluster. Even a "chance" glance out the balcony window for two seconds or so while crossing the room has vehicles arranged. Both times this morning there was a four to six vehicle cluster all travelling at the same speed, and all greyscale colors (as above). Which means, even the most fleeting of glances out the window have arranged vehicle clusters in motion. This is nothing new, as even back in 2005 in a different residence location there seemed to be constant arrangements outside for me to witness as I "happened" to be glancing outside. Many of these were vehicles, but as I was on the fourth floor, and looking down an alley, they would arrange partial views of ambulatory gangstalkers, arms or legs for example with the rest of the gangstalker obscured by buildings.
1915h
Other stunts that I wasn't allowed to recall until it was too late to do anything about is the kitchen flourescent fixture. It went on the fritz this morning before breakfast and it was light enough that I didn't really need to have it on. And lo, when it was 1700h I suddenly "remembered" and I got the assistant manager flake who insisted it was a bulb problem when it is a ballast problem. He then said the phone number was for emergencies only, which is total bullshit as it is the only phone number for the manager, and so I left it that he would fill out a piece of paper to then supply to the manager who is away all weekend. Convenient isn't it, the assholes who fuck with lighting levels and sources all the time take out a light on the start of a long weekend. As an example as to how rabid the perps are about lighting, they had all the flourescent fixtures changed in the wing of the classrooms that I attended for my Oracle courses, over 50 rooms is my take. They also took out a incandescent light in the bathroom, and now I am using the LED lights to augment the dim conditions the kitchen lighting fixture isn't lighting.
Much of the afternoon and early evening was spent in Linux land, and getting my Oracle install readied. I got hung up on devices and what their names were as I had this long "Mapper, Vols..." name which I know is not the device name. The internet wisdom didn't really help, and despite looking at df and du commands I could fathom what this was all about and why it cannot be as easy as Windows. And I ams still confused at to what is a Linux device as opposed to a partition and I reckon this confusion was designed as the assholes scripted at least the eighth pee just when I thought I had it figured out. Then when back from the bathroom the cognitive dithering came on and I gave up, shutdown Linux and then swapped hard drives to then reboot in Windows. The joys of having a removable hard drive rack.
And it has been cold all afternoon and now evening, with the wind up and intermittent rain. Some 23,000 residences were without power this morning, but I was OK. The perps like to script the odd power outage I have come to know, once arranging two outages, occuring each time I was in a specific store for two visitations in succession within a week, and just when I had finished all my grocery shopping. Funny how all those excuses keep erupting, one being an owl flying into a transformer and blowing it up and taking out power to 60,000 residences as I recall from five years ago.
1955h
More lighting changes, as I put the standing halogen light on, and the light seemed to come out a yellow color and not light much else around it. Then more temperature sensitivity, and so I put on thick wool socks, and lo, if that wasn't the excuse for my toes to then jam into each other. The perps seem intent on creating extra sensations today, and I suppose this is just one more.
They have also been guiding my fingers to do things I didn't want like clicking on the wrong mouse button and cancel is pressed instead of save. I thought the assholes had grown out of that juvenility, but the weekend crew hasn't it would seem.
2250h
A time of getting carried away while warmer after having tea and chocolate. Perusing hi-fi stereo equipement seems to keep my captors content, as does bookmarking movies to see one day when allowed that activity.
Enough for a shut-in day as the overhead pounding noise starts up through the earmuffs, and call this blog posting done.
Friday, March 12, 2010
More Yellow Time
1000h
More yellow color time is needed by the sickos, and a Post-it pad on my desk just isn't enough for them now. So.. continuing with the tactically time pee-ing, and the pee that magically flys out of the toilet onto the rim and now the floor. These droplets take the most unusual trajectories, erupting with a low rim clearing angle and then taking a near right angle turn to land6" from the toilet. All to have me spend more time cleaning up their mess with their very favorite prop, toilet paper, and now from the floor. This way, they can "get me" closer to the toilet when cleaning the floor for all of the five seconds it takes. And that is important to them, such is the degree of insane invasion I am recieving. And no doubt, using one piece to clean the rim and a second one to clean the floor is equally exciting for the sickos, though I have not figured out why they are so obsessed over toilet paper. Though, given its ubiquity...
And a stinking rage-ification show over coffee making this morning. For the past two weeks the Bodum french press plunger has been resistant to being plunged, as there is this strange pushback to make it a 20 to 30 second exercise. In other words, pushing firmly doesn't make the plunger travel any faster; with the plastic knob in one hand, leaning on it, and it moving slowly toward the plastic lid on the pot, this is their exercise in slow travel of my hand between two plastic objects and an intervening steel shaft that connects them. But today, they decided that logical incongruity didn't matter and arranged a "self-eruption" of coffee on the outside of the pot. But as the plunger is going down slower than normal, there would be less likelihood of any "eruptions" of coffee from the inside of the pot wouldn't you think? But not in Fuckover World, where if they want a coffee blow-out to accompany another vexation, why, they just make it happen. So... the net result is that I clean up the pot, the burner it was resting on, and the adjacent stovetop area with a blue colored sponge. And for the sickos, that is indeed exciting stuff, having a deep brown (problematic color for them), liquid poured from a pot that had immediately prior application from a blue (more acceptable color for me) colored object that applied a film of water. Just fucking insane these assholes, and that might of earned them a new name, Psychopathic Nutters of the Fourth Reich. I have many names I use, most of which I don't share on this blog, but this theme is in vogue of late, no doubt scripted for whatever reasons they have, sometimes accurately. And it isn't any coincidence that the brown and blue color theming has increased of late; clothing, carry bags and even vehicles, typically buses with advertising on them or blue pickups hauling brown colored furniture in them with the ubiquitous ladder projecting from the box. One such vehicle went twice around the block when waiting for the outbound city bus yesterday. And a same mid-blue small hatchback did a later two pass circle loop at the bus area at the college ahead of my inbound trip.
And what is with stringing me along over getting some paid work? My in-town brother has twice welched on me this week, promising continuation of the wall building he had me start and is now going to complete it himself. It is bad enough that I get this from employers, the few who do respond, but as the First Feral Family knows finances are tight at this time, pulling this shit off is reprehensible. I have other profane names for this stunt, but for now, call it bait-and-switch.
1555h
A strange kind of restlessness has come over me, and that included removing my earmuffs for no reason at all. Perhaps the big moment is when I take them off, as the metal bashing, overhead clunking and the sirens have started up along with the hallway sourced door lock clatter. And they also have me leaning forward off my seat back, something I wouldn't do myself either. Just another behavioral imp[osition as if this hasn't happened in the past.
With all the tapping and bashing noises today one would think there is a blacksmith's business in the area, but there isn't of course. The No Ostensible Cause (NOC) noises are increasing of late, and the ridiculous tapping noise is the most flagrant. Tapping of hollow wood beams, then metal bashing as if a blacksmith's, and then generalied tapping as if there was a tent peg driving competion outside and so it goes.
1600h
Another screaming rage-ification earlier when pouring boiling kettle water into the teapot. The sickos decided that dumping a half cup or so on the stovetop was hilarious, and so it was scripted. The intial pour from the kettle somehow leaped over the teapot and onto the stovetop and then settled down by itself to then pour into the teapot. Per above coffee mess incident, the stove top was wiped down by the same blue sponge, and presumably this makes all the difference, having blue color energies partially encircling the burner the teapot sits on.
1910h
A sudden restlessness came over me at 1630h, and I felt compelled to turn off this PC for no organic or sensible reason. That resolved to read a book, the first in at least 8 months, but as soon as I sat on the bed the phone rang. It turned out to be a well timed call from the doctor's office reminding me of my appointment on Monday. Then some ten minutes of reading and a sudden need to nap, which was duly submitted to. There was at least one awakening to hear a siren in mid-nap, and then I drifted off for another 20 minutes to hear a siren before getting up. A 50 minute nap, and an hour later in the day that yesterday's nap, the first in months. These "nap attacks" were once more frequent, and there is no way to resist them, even back to the early harasment days.
2225h
More bookmark cleanup for the last few hours, another activity the perps routinely noisestalk me over as well as keystroke blundering impositions.
And I see that the bread obsession of the perps goes way back to at least the 1960's when they spiked the bread with LSD in a small town in France. And I am sure some of the victims still have traumatizations from that event, scurilous and abusive as it was. I regard the CIA and most of the alphabet soup acronym named spy agencies as the perp's conventional operatives, the ones that don't have teleportation and the rest of the unconventional abusive fuckery, but get stiffed with the perp's excesses all the same. Regular readers will know that the perps have a bread obsession for whatever reason, possibly the properties of gluten which have gone up over seven fold in the past century. I eat gluten free bread and have for over 20 years, starting in my early forties when pizza made me feel so fogged and clogged the next day. Once I cut out the gluten I was fine. I suspect this "reaction" was arranged as a long term "condition" to get me off gluten for the most part. Exactly why the perps have this gluten and bread obsession isn't clear to me, but it might have something to do with neurological function, their prime site of interest.
Back to the CIA and their role in popularizing LSD; it seems that they devoted much effort in testing it among unsuspecting members of the public, not to mention having it promoted via Leary and others. Their chosen neuro-abuser of the 1950's, Dr. Ewan Cameron of McGill Univeristy in Montreal, also applied it to his patients, and given the abidding need of the perps to present color enhanced images to me via their unconventional plasmic manipulation games, it just might be that the infamous doctor fed me some of that substance as I lived in Montreal for two years in the 1950's until five years old. The topic gets plenty of exposure in the news and wherever I read about events, so perhaps this is another front of traumatization they are attempting to emulate and possibly redress. How could they be so stupid as to feed a five year old LSD? Again, it isn't for sure, but is certainly an interest of my abusers, possibly attempting to replicate what I might of seen. As mentioned before, most of my recall to age five has been wiped out, so I cannot verify what they are up to.
2245h
Another round of restlessness, so I will call this one done for the day. I did get out to the LD store this evening on a chocolate run, and had plenty of accompanying gangstalkers covering once the chocolate was selected, and then being kept in the store until their checkout obstruction games were over. Ridiculous, and more hounding me with Fuckwits with ghastly yellow colored jackets, and then having said criminal pose near a woman with similar colored blonde hair. It fits the pattern that is often mentioned; have the Unfavored male in the yellow jacket (two Unfavored properties) hang with the blonde woman (two Favored properties), and then have me switch attention from one to the other and back again before walking past these goofs.
More yellow color time is needed by the sickos, and a Post-it pad on my desk just isn't enough for them now. So.. continuing with the tactically time pee-ing, and the pee that magically flys out of the toilet onto the rim and now the floor. These droplets take the most unusual trajectories, erupting with a low rim clearing angle and then taking a near right angle turn to land6" from the toilet. All to have me spend more time cleaning up their mess with their very favorite prop, toilet paper, and now from the floor. This way, they can "get me" closer to the toilet when cleaning the floor for all of the five seconds it takes. And that is important to them, such is the degree of insane invasion I am recieving. And no doubt, using one piece to clean the rim and a second one to clean the floor is equally exciting for the sickos, though I have not figured out why they are so obsessed over toilet paper. Though, given its ubiquity...
And a stinking rage-ification show over coffee making this morning. For the past two weeks the Bodum french press plunger has been resistant to being plunged, as there is this strange pushback to make it a 20 to 30 second exercise. In other words, pushing firmly doesn't make the plunger travel any faster; with the plastic knob in one hand, leaning on it, and it moving slowly toward the plastic lid on the pot, this is their exercise in slow travel of my hand between two plastic objects and an intervening steel shaft that connects them. But today, they decided that logical incongruity didn't matter and arranged a "self-eruption" of coffee on the outside of the pot. But as the plunger is going down slower than normal, there would be less likelihood of any "eruptions" of coffee from the inside of the pot wouldn't you think? But not in Fuckover World, where if they want a coffee blow-out to accompany another vexation, why, they just make it happen. So... the net result is that I clean up the pot, the burner it was resting on, and the adjacent stovetop area with a blue colored sponge. And for the sickos, that is indeed exciting stuff, having a deep brown (problematic color for them), liquid poured from a pot that had immediately prior application from a blue (more acceptable color for me) colored object that applied a film of water. Just fucking insane these assholes, and that might of earned them a new name, Psychopathic Nutters of the Fourth Reich. I have many names I use, most of which I don't share on this blog, but this theme is in vogue of late, no doubt scripted for whatever reasons they have, sometimes accurately. And it isn't any coincidence that the brown and blue color theming has increased of late; clothing, carry bags and even vehicles, typically buses with advertising on them or blue pickups hauling brown colored furniture in them with the ubiquitous ladder projecting from the box. One such vehicle went twice around the block when waiting for the outbound city bus yesterday. And a same mid-blue small hatchback did a later two pass circle loop at the bus area at the college ahead of my inbound trip.
And what is with stringing me along over getting some paid work? My in-town brother has twice welched on me this week, promising continuation of the wall building he had me start and is now going to complete it himself. It is bad enough that I get this from employers, the few who do respond, but as the First Feral Family knows finances are tight at this time, pulling this shit off is reprehensible. I have other profane names for this stunt, but for now, call it bait-and-switch.
1555h
A strange kind of restlessness has come over me, and that included removing my earmuffs for no reason at all. Perhaps the big moment is when I take them off, as the metal bashing, overhead clunking and the sirens have started up along with the hallway sourced door lock clatter. And they also have me leaning forward off my seat back, something I wouldn't do myself either. Just another behavioral imp[osition as if this hasn't happened in the past.
With all the tapping and bashing noises today one would think there is a blacksmith's business in the area, but there isn't of course. The No Ostensible Cause (NOC) noises are increasing of late, and the ridiculous tapping noise is the most flagrant. Tapping of hollow wood beams, then metal bashing as if a blacksmith's, and then generalied tapping as if there was a tent peg driving competion outside and so it goes.
1600h
Another screaming rage-ification earlier when pouring boiling kettle water into the teapot. The sickos decided that dumping a half cup or so on the stovetop was hilarious, and so it was scripted. The intial pour from the kettle somehow leaped over the teapot and onto the stovetop and then settled down by itself to then pour into the teapot. Per above coffee mess incident, the stove top was wiped down by the same blue sponge, and presumably this makes all the difference, having blue color energies partially encircling the burner the teapot sits on.
1910h
A sudden restlessness came over me at 1630h, and I felt compelled to turn off this PC for no organic or sensible reason. That resolved to read a book, the first in at least 8 months, but as soon as I sat on the bed the phone rang. It turned out to be a well timed call from the doctor's office reminding me of my appointment on Monday. Then some ten minutes of reading and a sudden need to nap, which was duly submitted to. There was at least one awakening to hear a siren in mid-nap, and then I drifted off for another 20 minutes to hear a siren before getting up. A 50 minute nap, and an hour later in the day that yesterday's nap, the first in months. These "nap attacks" were once more frequent, and there is no way to resist them, even back to the early harasment days.
2225h
More bookmark cleanup for the last few hours, another activity the perps routinely noisestalk me over as well as keystroke blundering impositions.
And I see that the bread obsession of the perps goes way back to at least the 1960's when they spiked the bread with LSD in a small town in France. And I am sure some of the victims still have traumatizations from that event, scurilous and abusive as it was. I regard the CIA and most of the alphabet soup acronym named spy agencies as the perp's conventional operatives, the ones that don't have teleportation and the rest of the unconventional abusive fuckery, but get stiffed with the perp's excesses all the same. Regular readers will know that the perps have a bread obsession for whatever reason, possibly the properties of gluten which have gone up over seven fold in the past century. I eat gluten free bread and have for over 20 years, starting in my early forties when pizza made me feel so fogged and clogged the next day. Once I cut out the gluten I was fine. I suspect this "reaction" was arranged as a long term "condition" to get me off gluten for the most part. Exactly why the perps have this gluten and bread obsession isn't clear to me, but it might have something to do with neurological function, their prime site of interest.
Back to the CIA and their role in popularizing LSD; it seems that they devoted much effort in testing it among unsuspecting members of the public, not to mention having it promoted via Leary and others. Their chosen neuro-abuser of the 1950's, Dr. Ewan Cameron of McGill Univeristy in Montreal, also applied it to his patients, and given the abidding need of the perps to present color enhanced images to me via their unconventional plasmic manipulation games, it just might be that the infamous doctor fed me some of that substance as I lived in Montreal for two years in the 1950's until five years old. The topic gets plenty of exposure in the news and wherever I read about events, so perhaps this is another front of traumatization they are attempting to emulate and possibly redress. How could they be so stupid as to feed a five year old LSD? Again, it isn't for sure, but is certainly an interest of my abusers, possibly attempting to replicate what I might of seen. As mentioned before, most of my recall to age five has been wiped out, so I cannot verify what they are up to.
2245h
Another round of restlessness, so I will call this one done for the day. I did get out to the LD store this evening on a chocolate run, and had plenty of accompanying gangstalkers covering once the chocolate was selected, and then being kept in the store until their checkout obstruction games were over. Ridiculous, and more hounding me with Fuckwits with ghastly yellow colored jackets, and then having said criminal pose near a woman with similar colored blonde hair. It fits the pattern that is often mentioned; have the Unfavored male in the yellow jacket (two Unfavored properties) hang with the blonde woman (two Favored properties), and then have me switch attention from one to the other and back again before walking past these goofs.
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