04-01-2019
I go to the bank to get two bank drafts, and while I couldn't say there was any particular gangstalking silliness inside while at the wicket, the Fuckwits were ready for me before and afterwards. Twice I attempted to get to the parking lot next to the bank building but no, each time it was full. So... I park at the civic lot some 30m away and down the alley and walk to the bank. The person next to me at the wicket in brown and red (both high preference gangstalking colors) just "happened" to be there all the time I was. Bank drafts take a while to do, but it just so happened that this person next to me had an equal (longer actually) engagement time with her bank teller too. When all done, I exit the bank and head back to my vehicle, down the lane. Lo, if the banking parking lot wasn't empty now, and there certainly wasn't enough customers transiting out to drive all the parked vehicles away. Anyhow, I enter the lane, and lo, if a vehicle some 30m away doesn't pull away from the curb and drive toward me (headlights on of course, aka pitlamping) and past me. Then another, which was parked behind it, some 20 seconds later. Then another, pulling away from behind the second vehicle, with about the same timing. Like WTF; this is a back alley and here it is busier than I have ever known, and with these three vehicles lined up and leaving one after another. I get to my vehicle, enter the lane, and lo, if they aren't there, backed up in front of me because of a L turning vehicle waiting for a whole lot of uncharacteristic crossing traffic.
And what is so important about obtaining a bank draft, a rare form of financial instrument for me, as I don't usually deal in these? Given that the perps have routinely stalked my ass for nearly 17 years over every financial transaction I have ever made, from debit cards, vending machine, paying bus fare, mailing checks and the rest of the more pedantic cashier transactions, why am I so surprised? The last time I got a bank transfer was about four years ago when I got one to send by mail to and outfit in Ontario to purchase a particular kitchen knife I wanted and the business didn't do online sales. Then, they put on this disgusting and very large British man as the bank teller, never seen before or since, who in his particular accent, was difficult to understand, and for whom I required him to repeat some of his instructions. (Curiously though, as I can normally interpret UK accents fairly well). As I recall, they plugged the bank with all manner of Fuckwits ahead and behind me. A colossal gangstalking event over getting a bank draft for crissakes. So here we are again; another gangstalking shit show over a rarely used (in my case) form of currency. And just what is that all about, and why have financial transactions been such an insane focus of perp fuckery these last 17 years?
04-03-2019
A drive to the big city of Kelowna to visit the doctors office for the planned procedure. As it turns out, by dint of a fuck-up not of my making, that the planned the date of the procedure is April 15, a Monday. I wanted it to be early May owing to timing of my work commitments, that is, vineyard work. But somehow, due to some lame excuse of the office assistant on the phone in January, it became April because she didn't have access to May at that time. And "somehow" I missed the significance of April 15 then.
And April 15 is a "special" day in abusive infamy as far as I am personally concerned, as it makes it the 17th anniversary of this fucking hell onset, the day the perps went berserk-overt on me. And no less, that fateful date of the abuse-athon onset was a Monday too. Said procedure involves a general anesthetic, so who knows what that could invite from the Psychopathic Fuckery Corps, because I am wide open to any and all their fuckery and capabilities. Like say, total memory depletion and insertion of a whole new "experience" set and personality and not have a clue. They learned a lot from stalking and hounding my ass these past 17 years, and it is quite clear they were hacking my recall in 2006 with relative ease. About in 2005 they could fuck with my perception of what normal was, so who knows where this one could go. But I am quite sure that they won't pull anything spectacular like they did 17 years ago in my apartment. Besides, I am sure there has been a few Monday, April 15 in between and nothing spectacular occured.
I has five other stops planned in Kelowna, and "somehow" only got to two ones that were unplanned. And it didn't help that the folks that were to cut my lengths of corian to a narrower width didn't get back to me in time for me to get that done. And too, "forgot" my list of other stops and items to get at each store. I remembered some, got turned around, and missed others. A shit show as far as getting my planned errands done. And there is only one outfit that has a unrelenting track record in thwarting my intentions, and it is the same assholes who run this non-stop abuse-athon, with me as the Prime Victim. (They would call me a subject, but since I didn't ask to be in this insane experiment, I view this all as an continuous assault).
I went to a tool shop while in Kelowna, two in fact. In both cases the stalkers were all over my ass and I had to get out before I planned. As mentioned in blog postings over the past few months, the Psychopathic Confederacy has a need to hound my ass over tools, tool use, and tool use switching. A theme of theirs that I was unaware of until 2019. Just to think that all the time on the four month construction job, 08 to 12-2018, I used other's tools, my own, substituted some for others, had some stolen etc. Who knew a construction site was perp heaven for another of their fuckery schemes? I had formerly thought it was just that they were interested in measuring, but no, tool use too.
I feel a little out of it these days; ostensibly it is a reaction from eliminating milk chocolate, my long running staple for decades, and of considerable "need" in the dopamine deficiency years, when the Psychopaths struck (above date) and arranged the full-on clinical criminality for me to be without my very helpful ADD medications. Only in 2018 did I get re-started after the radiotherapy for prostate cancer slowly kicked the shit out of me, and I have been much better since, save this past week. Again, laying the blame on the withdrawal symptoms, of the dairy products in milk chocolate, the only dairy products I have regularly ingested for some 8 years.
Getting 400- 600 reads a day for this blog this past week, suddenly up from under 100 per day. Too early to be a trend, but it bears watching instead of immediately consigning it to a data glitch. Surely the interest in TI's hasn't gone four fold or better suddenly has it?
04-04-2019
My attempts at file synchronizing from the main PC to a handheld digital music player with Sync Toy. Why does this end up being a consecrated hassle all the time? The Psychopaths derive no end of harassment mileage over the same file "somehow" becoming different when it is copied elsewhere. That they fucked Sync Toy into synchronizing (files always the same in both locations) when it was set up to echo (master-slave) cost me no end of grief to find out the portable audio player was getting new files that I thought were purged. Now the file pair association had to be re-written and "somehow" it isn't working when all seems just right. WTF? But the internet scuttlebutt is that Snyc Toy is a POS, and so I attempted to use robocopy in the command line. That is short for "robust copy", but it too failed for no seeming reason and so I restarted it from where it left off and it finished normally. And I am hardly done, only artists A to C, and that was a 40 minutes of run time. Well done MS; one of the most fundamental personal data needs nowadays and you still cannot get it together. Pathetic, or else willfully pathetic.
04-12-2019
L shoulder ache; started on a Wednesday, so I cannot legitimately blame it on yoga, which was Monday. As it was, yoga was more lame assed with the substitute instructor anyhow. The shoulder pain was as if I was over-using my L arm in the night for throwing baseball pitches, as if there was a night time hardball practice. All the more curious that I am R handed, and as far as I know there were no night time events of any kind, unconventional or conventional. Other recent aches of no known source have been in my L foot, as if it was torqued. This latter ailment has gone on for four weeks now with some minor swelling. I have been wearing the most stiffest boots possible these past 8 weeks, mountaineering boots, needed for the snowy conditions in the vineyard. Even while wearing them, the assholes wrenched my L ankle over a couple of times to aggravate the pain that they had already introduced by this mysterious means. Though with the mountaineering boots they really couldn't pull any major ankle wrenching. As to what all this is about I don't know, but foot wrenching and consequent pain has been a long running perp fuckery theme. In this case, the pain came before the foot wrenching, though as mentioned, they didn't (or couldn't) make this a reasonable rationale as to why the ankle pain is there, or why it has gone on for so long.
Yoga was its usual weirdness in terms of who goes, and why. Some 90% new faces every Monday class, the same one at the same time and day of week. (That is, it is a TI "Victim Tour" as I see it). Last week they put this young blonde woman in the line of sight between me and the blonde instructor. This seeming particularly planted woman, coming in at the last second in the usual perp fashion of their proximate planted gangstalkers at yoga, (and all the others "somehow" leaving an obvious space in advance), made sure to place herself in my line of sight, even if I was at the front. (She had plenty of room to move back and/or further away, but didn't). Well done, one larger (with minor flab) blonde in front of the slight and trim blonde instructor. No tattoos on the planted blonde though, often the "usual" excuse to place their stalkers in my line of sight to the instructor.
This week, the bent over dude, a newcomer last week, and a hopeless yogi, took my usual mat spot in the class, and so I went to the back of the practice room. And at the last minute, why, they put on a shirtless and bald headed dude to be my in-line-of sight stalker. A far more disgusting sight than a young blonde woman for sure, and all the more ridiculous that he didn't seem to know much about yoga. And why these shirtless dudes in yoga? I had never seen this phenomenon until a couple of years ago, and now it suddenly has become trendy. Like WTF; put your shirt on at yoga dudes, and sweat it out.
At least I had more attractive woman close to my mat to divert my attention; not blonde, and not tattoo-ed either.
04-14-2019
The last two weeks of vineyard work have been tying down canes to the fruiting wire, and also nattering to my colleague, a pleasant young blonde woman I had met a few years before. All quite different to have a non-stop natterer next to me, but we do have some common interests. And she has an interest in the unconventional and esoteric, and has given me reason to re-read "The Many Worlds of Hugh Everett" and his fundamental quantum wave theory. She also mentioned something to the effect that this theory, or more accurately, the many dimensions theory, has an component of multiplicity relating to the combinations of things (or repeatable events), which is consistent with the Psychopaths needing to screw me around so to ensure that all systematic actions get sabotaged in some way so that they do go out of order. In other words, fitting with their insane ongoing Fuckover show so that I cannot be allowed to do anything consistenly and/or efficiently. The constant need of the perps to sabotage every fucking thing going, and not permitting consistency. To which I say, I don't care, leave me the fuck out of it, and the fuck alone. I have been abused enough at their hands for multiple lifetimes and I don't need another one as I will have no guarantee it will be any better than this one, given their malevolent agenda and the fact that they stick to me like a Tar-baby From Hell.
The terse native Indian vineyard manager has given his notice and so it will be interesting to see how all of this unfolds. In the "usual" curiousness of my employers, they didn't ask me to step up to the management job even if I have the same qualifications, and even more experience. The aforementioned blonde woman knows the employers better, having worked with them before, so I can assume there will be some kind of shuffle going down. I gave up on getting a promotion in the vineyard business last year, when two jobs some three months apart, both seemingly crafted from my experience, with minimal qualification requirements, ("must have vineyard experience"), both turned out to be obvious resume bait stunts.
Anyhow, I am off to Kelowna tonight, surgery tomorrow, so wish me well. Surgery seems to be the 2019 trend for TI's.
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Sunday, April 14, 2019
Sunday, February 26, 2017
Fat Folk
02-20-2017
I would include myself in the category of "fat folk" with a BMI of 27 when 20 is normal for my height. And it seems that I have gained at least 5 lb since the beginning of the new year. That emancipated and shriveled up cancer patient image just isn't playing out.
I mentioned in last week's posting about the fat hair stylist who needed to push her gut into my side or back while attending to my hair. Only a day later, while lingering at the tanning salon only because they had free food because it was the last day of their sale, a blonde fat girl was parading around, and made sure I saw her, and then, when averting my gaze, she paraded closer in front of me to get my attention yet again. I didn't see any particular reason for her parading around at all, as she could of sat down and enjoyed the food like anyone else, but hey, normal folk acting strange in my proximity is nothing new since all this shit rained down 04-2002. Add a fat girl on the vineyard crew and we are set for a new round, so to speak.
Some back pain today in the afternoon, and no kidney pressure thankfully. The paw-paw was the cause of the latter, and I have been off it for two weeks now. It is just the MMS vs. the cancer. Or, should I say, it is my perception that it is metastasized prostate cancer, as I don't know what else it could be. Those aches, and some pains, shooting up my back from my hips, and sometimes down to my knee. The L side seems to be more afflicted, and even sometimes I get twinges into my shoulder and arms. I see the radiation oncologist in two days, so hopefully I will get a firm diagnosis, even if my condition is a moving target, so to speak. After two doctors fanned on giving me a diagnosis, I have to go through this protracted exercise of diagnostic delays yet again. And too, I get to visit the radio-therapy clinic and all that expensive gear that can "cure" (a much qualified term) and also give cancer too. Ask breast cancer survivors 20 years after treatment.
02-21-2017
Tuesday, and the first sun on the vineyard in three weeks, apart from 2 minutes worth two weeks ago when there was a well timed withdrawal of the sun. It came out for when we exited the barn after break, we walked to the pruning site and then the sun was shaded by the large cliff, and when it came out the other side, why, cloud cover had moved in to block it. As mentioned many times in these postings in an attempt to identify perp frequented events, the properties of the sun are of intense interest to the perps; be it falling on foliage, crops, skin or eyes and of course all the color changes that go with it, from sky to all illuminated and shaded objects. If I were to make a "way-out-there" statement on this topic, it would be something like this; the perps have arranged the whole sun, Earth's axis tilt and rotation and the consequent seasons all to deliver sunlight in incrementally changing exposures to further their insane sunlight research objectives. (And too, variation in the increment from the tropics to the poles). How is that for a deep conspiratorial perspective?
Woo-hoo- TI World Blogspot statistics; Pageviews all time history= 150,154. Assuming these numbers aren't rigged of course, me being the centerpiece of all that is rigged, orchestrated, pre-scripted and otherwise contrived. And now about 8,000 page-views per last month, a rolling count I assume, as it changes every day. And about 250/day. The numbers don't seem to add up on per posting basis when I look at other page statistics, so maybe its those static pages that seems to attract so many viewers. I haven't had many comments from the TI community, so I don't have a firm grasp on the veracity of the Google supplied statistics.
Vineyard pruning all day today; three different sites as we finished two, and started another. That might of been the reason for repeated helicopter coverage today; at least 14 fly-by visitations, mainly by a Bell 206L for whatever reason. I have no idea how they decide on the helicopter model, but they also put on a Bell 206 and an EC-135. They put on a very noisy Bell 412 overflight a few days ago. This vineyard I work at has a helicopter pad, so no doubt there will be summertime helicopter visits, touching down and bringing in wine tasting folks. Which is better than the stunt they pulled two months ago at this same vineyard when they had an AStar 380 come from over the ridge and fly 40' overhead of me. I was the only person in the vineyard and they had me lined up perfectly before they saw me. What is the etiquette when helicopters are that close and one can see the pilots through the windshield? Does one wave at them? And no, I don't do obscene gestures, even if my whole life is filled with provocations.
The hip and back aches and pains were still present today, though muted. I still don't like walking fast much, and I declined yoga last night. It was the after effects of yoga of 5 weeks ago that indicated that something was very wrong and getting worse. I keep the MMS treatments up, and have added apricot kernels. The latter might seem like silly fluff, but in fact, they contain vitamin B17, aka laetrile, a subject of much past controversy and FDA suppression. After reading "World Without Cancer" by G. Edward Griffin, and the details of how Sloan Kettering Hospital found laetrile to be one of the most promising anti-cancer substances known, and then buried it after three attempts with a made-to-fail experiment result which received all the publicity, I have become all the more cynical about this world and how controlled and arranged it is. And too, cancer is mass slaughter; 600k go down every year in the US and Canada, and here we have the FDA (and lap dog Health Canada) repeatedly suppressing viable and effective treatments. The book is a scathing indictment of "consensus medicine" and those "catastrophic cures" that are presently deemed orthodox. From what I have learned, cancer can be remotely delivered if Tom Bearden and his scalar wave theorizations are correct (see Priore's healing treatment device and here). I have come to know of all manner of remote delivery incursions these past 14 years, and cancer is just another.
02-22-2017
A visit to Kelowna to the cancer clinic today. Per determination of the oncologist, I don't have metastatic prostate cancer. Which then begs the question as to what do I have that has caused such aches, and some pains, in my pelvic region, as well as up my spine and into my R arm for the past month. I feel like shit for two days after yoga, when normally I don't feel anything. And this condition has responded to paw-paw and now MMS to some extent. The timing of all this is straight out the perp play book, under the "create FUD" section. Give the TI victim prostate cancer and then add on conditions that emulate its metstatization. Fucking hilarious, and now over 14 years of these insane incursions, and they add one more unrelated ailment on top of seeming real one. I get another bone scan out of the deal and a second opinion on my biopsy from last year. I am not sure whether to be happy or sad about the above diagnosis; radiation treatment possibly to follow in some months, though I hoping the MMS will nail the prostate cancer by then.
Another fat girl stalk at the cancer clinic today; big and blonde she was. At the counter and then lingering again outside my exam room. I suppose if they want to ingratiate/inculcate me with fat girls, and if they need some starting leverage, then having them younger and blonde just might be the strategy. (Fat, or obese people are decidedly on the Unfavored demographic list.) But you can see where they are going next; bring on fat males to gangstalk me. On the other hand, today's medical assistant was tall and leggy and on the attractive side, but with a floppy top garment to hide her nice slim thighs. On and on, these selective revelations of attractive features, and too, at the exam room, switching to vignettes of the above mentioned fat blonde girl.
No progress with the oncologist on my dopamine deficiency theory of all what ails me, including prostate cancer. Another wall still to climb. The perps have decidedly sabotaged my efforts to get useful treatment from urologists; the one in Seattle didn't help, and the present one in this town has been an absolutely unprofessional pill.
As usual with all doctor visits, there is a protracted wait in the exam room, all to have me watch the masers and plasma beams flit about, the latter usually projecting from denser objects like metals and ceramic tile. I even got a stinging maser strike through my L eye during the consult, and the doctor seemed to flinch in seeing it. I am so fucking fed up with being put through the clinical mill; spoofings, obdurate doctors, fake-out conditions, obstruction of appropriate care even with supporting tests in hand etc. Or more to the point; I am totally fed up being kept as a nonconsensual experimentation victim/subject. And over the most inane things; exposure to fat folk, per above, and the rest of the Unfavoreds. Just leave me the fuck alone; 14.5 years of sustained and intense abuse and being kept at the limit of my tolerance all day long, every day, is just too fucking much.
02-23-2017
Pruning the vineyard all day, taking my MMS every hour or so. Taking supplements and the like is another big game for the perps. They seem to be studying the containers they are kept in, modifying my water supply, (and spilling it), and the order of intake, as well as having me skip the odd hourly intake.
Plenty of helicopter coverage today, though it was consistently 2 or so km away, with very few overflights. It is as if it were doing landing and take off practice at the airport. Really?
All day to think about what to do about the whole dopamine/urology nexus, and how can I make any forward progress on this front when the whole thing is rigged to my disadvantage.
Some more pelvic region and back pains this evening, even extending into my L shoulder and arm. Even to the point of walking gingerly when out at the supermarket tonight. So if its not metastatic prostate cancer, just what is it then? Yesterday's doctor visit wasn't too helpful in elucidating a probable cause, so no doubt it is going to be a long running mystery tour. The MMS might be quelling the problem, as was paw-paw before it, but the back pains and the like keep coming back.
At the specialty grocery store on the way home from work today, a favorite time/circumstance and place to "get me" it seems. A mother and two children about 12 or so, block my egress in the aisles and so I take an alternate route to look at some more items, and then come back to the checkout (an interval of 3 minutes), and there they are still standing there at the blocking location. As I approach the checkout, why, they do too, and get ahead of me. And what is the whole point of all that? I have seen the step-ahead-of-me (queue augmenting) stunt so many times since all this shit began in 04-2002, but to have the obstructing party in obvious stand-there mode for 3 minutes in advance, takes the cake.
02-24-2017
Vineyard pruning all day, though the night was more eventful than usual. The assholes woke me twice to urinate, once more than "usual". The second time was memorable in that they put on some leg cramps, both in my thighs (unusual as the imposed cramps go), so I was in major pain while peeing. (But not from urinating). Then later in the night the perps put on this pain in my abdomen, an intense and focused one that just wouldn't go away for 10 minutes of agony.
Continuing spine and arm pains today, though a little more with a "healing" sensation. That would be akin to a pinched nerve, a long time perp favorite harassment method, except it runs from my hips upward on my back to one arm or the other. I have never had a pinched nerve that ran for three weeks and nor covered such a large region. Which still doesn't explain why I felt so crippled from yoga, twice, all those pelvic twistings and the like. Whether this is a passing perp imposition or another major health crisis, I don't know. In keeping with the latter scenario they ran planted notions as to what dialog would unfold in speaking with emergency physicians. I don't like hospitals, and so they seemed to revel in playing this in mind for much of the morning.
And what is it about some of my vineyard co-workers that they need to walk back to the end of their row and start their next row which "happens" to be near me? Normally, one finishes a row and starts on the next adjacent row end, no need to walk back and proceed in the same direction, E-W in this case. But as the perps are nuts over all my direction changes, why wouldn't they put on similar acts of perversity for my co-workers? Said co-worker also did a senseless back-and-forth, some 80' worth, while looking at his cell phone, while staring at text messages, and then returning to his row end. Fucking bizarre. The incidences of senseless cell phone stalking, with LED lighted display, as some kind of portable color reference are endless. Same thing "happened" a few days earlier at the adjacent winery when I entered there to take a forced piss a few days ago. The winemaker crosses my path five seconds in advance while looking at his lighted cell phone as I entered the building when there was no need for him to do so given the configuration of the building and phone access there.
Post Saturday work, having put in 4 hours to get my weekly hours to 40; I do a tan afterward as it is on the way. The "usual" crush in the waiting area on my exit, but none there when I arrived 20 min. earlier. On the way home, still only 3C outside, why, they put a negro kid in his soccer uniform, shorts no less, on the corner where I made my last turn, he being somehow "just standing there", rooted to the spot. Presumably he crossed my path after I made the turn. As mentioned many times, negroes are rare as hen's teeth here, and given the propensity of the perps to plant said skin tones in my proximity, it was just another (managed) coincidence IMHO. And it should not go unmentioned, that there are a considerable number of negroes in the TI community.
02-26-2017
Sunday, and a full day off. The generalized aches and pains of my pelvic region seem to have migrated to my shoulders, and causing pinched nerve-like symptoms down my arms. I see the bags under my eyes they gave me in 09-2016 are slowly abating. Just what that is about I have no idea.
Another checkout obstruction, this one online. After putting a half dozen items in a "shopping cart", why, a 504 gateway error suddenly erupts. And what is the point of that? To wait five minutes and then resume my activity? Disruption games are nothing new.
My big outing of the day was to get tea towels at a certain department store, as I am down one as the assholes seemed to have relieved me of one of the set in the last laundry. (One of their favorite situations to steal or sabotages my clothes and linens). Anyhow, another very large woman to finish off my week; probably some 240lb, and about 5'6". That she was blonde didn't go unnoticed, and she was even friendly instead of the usual scared shitless demeanor I get. And too, attentive, instead of looking the other way or otherwise being avoidant like my last experience at this same store.
Still afternoon on Sunday, but I am going to post this for the week and not get jerked into last minute postings. Or else screwed into "forgetting" for a few days. Anything interesting out there in the TI Universe? I don't get into it much; I do know a few credible TI's I can speak with, but their email and phone numbers aren't available to me. Funny how they don't bother to keep up.
I would include myself in the category of "fat folk" with a BMI of 27 when 20 is normal for my height. And it seems that I have gained at least 5 lb since the beginning of the new year. That emancipated and shriveled up cancer patient image just isn't playing out.
I mentioned in last week's posting about the fat hair stylist who needed to push her gut into my side or back while attending to my hair. Only a day later, while lingering at the tanning salon only because they had free food because it was the last day of their sale, a blonde fat girl was parading around, and made sure I saw her, and then, when averting my gaze, she paraded closer in front of me to get my attention yet again. I didn't see any particular reason for her parading around at all, as she could of sat down and enjoyed the food like anyone else, but hey, normal folk acting strange in my proximity is nothing new since all this shit rained down 04-2002. Add a fat girl on the vineyard crew and we are set for a new round, so to speak.
Some back pain today in the afternoon, and no kidney pressure thankfully. The paw-paw was the cause of the latter, and I have been off it for two weeks now. It is just the MMS vs. the cancer. Or, should I say, it is my perception that it is metastasized prostate cancer, as I don't know what else it could be. Those aches, and some pains, shooting up my back from my hips, and sometimes down to my knee. The L side seems to be more afflicted, and even sometimes I get twinges into my shoulder and arms. I see the radiation oncologist in two days, so hopefully I will get a firm diagnosis, even if my condition is a moving target, so to speak. After two doctors fanned on giving me a diagnosis, I have to go through this protracted exercise of diagnostic delays yet again. And too, I get to visit the radio-therapy clinic and all that expensive gear that can "cure" (a much qualified term) and also give cancer too. Ask breast cancer survivors 20 years after treatment.
02-21-2017
Tuesday, and the first sun on the vineyard in three weeks, apart from 2 minutes worth two weeks ago when there was a well timed withdrawal of the sun. It came out for when we exited the barn after break, we walked to the pruning site and then the sun was shaded by the large cliff, and when it came out the other side, why, cloud cover had moved in to block it. As mentioned many times in these postings in an attempt to identify perp frequented events, the properties of the sun are of intense interest to the perps; be it falling on foliage, crops, skin or eyes and of course all the color changes that go with it, from sky to all illuminated and shaded objects. If I were to make a "way-out-there" statement on this topic, it would be something like this; the perps have arranged the whole sun, Earth's axis tilt and rotation and the consequent seasons all to deliver sunlight in incrementally changing exposures to further their insane sunlight research objectives. (And too, variation in the increment from the tropics to the poles). How is that for a deep conspiratorial perspective?
Woo-hoo- TI World Blogspot statistics; Pageviews all time history= 150,154. Assuming these numbers aren't rigged of course, me being the centerpiece of all that is rigged, orchestrated, pre-scripted and otherwise contrived. And now about 8,000 page-views per last month, a rolling count I assume, as it changes every day. And about 250/day. The numbers don't seem to add up on per posting basis when I look at other page statistics, so maybe its those static pages that seems to attract so many viewers. I haven't had many comments from the TI community, so I don't have a firm grasp on the veracity of the Google supplied statistics.
Vineyard pruning all day today; three different sites as we finished two, and started another. That might of been the reason for repeated helicopter coverage today; at least 14 fly-by visitations, mainly by a Bell 206L for whatever reason. I have no idea how they decide on the helicopter model, but they also put on a Bell 206 and an EC-135. They put on a very noisy Bell 412 overflight a few days ago. This vineyard I work at has a helicopter pad, so no doubt there will be summertime helicopter visits, touching down and bringing in wine tasting folks. Which is better than the stunt they pulled two months ago at this same vineyard when they had an AStar 380 come from over the ridge and fly 40' overhead of me. I was the only person in the vineyard and they had me lined up perfectly before they saw me. What is the etiquette when helicopters are that close and one can see the pilots through the windshield? Does one wave at them? And no, I don't do obscene gestures, even if my whole life is filled with provocations.
The hip and back aches and pains were still present today, though muted. I still don't like walking fast much, and I declined yoga last night. It was the after effects of yoga of 5 weeks ago that indicated that something was very wrong and getting worse. I keep the MMS treatments up, and have added apricot kernels. The latter might seem like silly fluff, but in fact, they contain vitamin B17, aka laetrile, a subject of much past controversy and FDA suppression. After reading "World Without Cancer" by G. Edward Griffin, and the details of how Sloan Kettering Hospital found laetrile to be one of the most promising anti-cancer substances known, and then buried it after three attempts with a made-to-fail experiment result which received all the publicity, I have become all the more cynical about this world and how controlled and arranged it is. And too, cancer is mass slaughter; 600k go down every year in the US and Canada, and here we have the FDA (and lap dog Health Canada) repeatedly suppressing viable and effective treatments. The book is a scathing indictment of "consensus medicine" and those "catastrophic cures" that are presently deemed orthodox. From what I have learned, cancer can be remotely delivered if Tom Bearden and his scalar wave theorizations are correct (see Priore's healing treatment device and here). I have come to know of all manner of remote delivery incursions these past 14 years, and cancer is just another.
02-22-2017
A visit to Kelowna to the cancer clinic today. Per determination of the oncologist, I don't have metastatic prostate cancer. Which then begs the question as to what do I have that has caused such aches, and some pains, in my pelvic region, as well as up my spine and into my R arm for the past month. I feel like shit for two days after yoga, when normally I don't feel anything. And this condition has responded to paw-paw and now MMS to some extent. The timing of all this is straight out the perp play book, under the "create FUD" section. Give the TI victim prostate cancer and then add on conditions that emulate its metstatization. Fucking hilarious, and now over 14 years of these insane incursions, and they add one more unrelated ailment on top of seeming real one. I get another bone scan out of the deal and a second opinion on my biopsy from last year. I am not sure whether to be happy or sad about the above diagnosis; radiation treatment possibly to follow in some months, though I hoping the MMS will nail the prostate cancer by then.
Another fat girl stalk at the cancer clinic today; big and blonde she was. At the counter and then lingering again outside my exam room. I suppose if they want to ingratiate/inculcate me with fat girls, and if they need some starting leverage, then having them younger and blonde just might be the strategy. (Fat, or obese people are decidedly on the Unfavored demographic list.) But you can see where they are going next; bring on fat males to gangstalk me. On the other hand, today's medical assistant was tall and leggy and on the attractive side, but with a floppy top garment to hide her nice slim thighs. On and on, these selective revelations of attractive features, and too, at the exam room, switching to vignettes of the above mentioned fat blonde girl.
No progress with the oncologist on my dopamine deficiency theory of all what ails me, including prostate cancer. Another wall still to climb. The perps have decidedly sabotaged my efforts to get useful treatment from urologists; the one in Seattle didn't help, and the present one in this town has been an absolutely unprofessional pill.
As usual with all doctor visits, there is a protracted wait in the exam room, all to have me watch the masers and plasma beams flit about, the latter usually projecting from denser objects like metals and ceramic tile. I even got a stinging maser strike through my L eye during the consult, and the doctor seemed to flinch in seeing it. I am so fucking fed up with being put through the clinical mill; spoofings, obdurate doctors, fake-out conditions, obstruction of appropriate care even with supporting tests in hand etc. Or more to the point; I am totally fed up being kept as a nonconsensual experimentation victim/subject. And over the most inane things; exposure to fat folk, per above, and the rest of the Unfavoreds. Just leave me the fuck alone; 14.5 years of sustained and intense abuse and being kept at the limit of my tolerance all day long, every day, is just too fucking much.
02-23-2017
Pruning the vineyard all day, taking my MMS every hour or so. Taking supplements and the like is another big game for the perps. They seem to be studying the containers they are kept in, modifying my water supply, (and spilling it), and the order of intake, as well as having me skip the odd hourly intake.
Plenty of helicopter coverage today, though it was consistently 2 or so km away, with very few overflights. It is as if it were doing landing and take off practice at the airport. Really?
All day to think about what to do about the whole dopamine/urology nexus, and how can I make any forward progress on this front when the whole thing is rigged to my disadvantage.
Some more pelvic region and back pains this evening, even extending into my L shoulder and arm. Even to the point of walking gingerly when out at the supermarket tonight. So if its not metastatic prostate cancer, just what is it then? Yesterday's doctor visit wasn't too helpful in elucidating a probable cause, so no doubt it is going to be a long running mystery tour. The MMS might be quelling the problem, as was paw-paw before it, but the back pains and the like keep coming back.
At the specialty grocery store on the way home from work today, a favorite time/circumstance and place to "get me" it seems. A mother and two children about 12 or so, block my egress in the aisles and so I take an alternate route to look at some more items, and then come back to the checkout (an interval of 3 minutes), and there they are still standing there at the blocking location. As I approach the checkout, why, they do too, and get ahead of me. And what is the whole point of all that? I have seen the step-ahead-of-me (queue augmenting) stunt so many times since all this shit began in 04-2002, but to have the obstructing party in obvious stand-there mode for 3 minutes in advance, takes the cake.
02-24-2017
Vineyard pruning all day, though the night was more eventful than usual. The assholes woke me twice to urinate, once more than "usual". The second time was memorable in that they put on some leg cramps, both in my thighs (unusual as the imposed cramps go), so I was in major pain while peeing. (But not from urinating). Then later in the night the perps put on this pain in my abdomen, an intense and focused one that just wouldn't go away for 10 minutes of agony.
Continuing spine and arm pains today, though a little more with a "healing" sensation. That would be akin to a pinched nerve, a long time perp favorite harassment method, except it runs from my hips upward on my back to one arm or the other. I have never had a pinched nerve that ran for three weeks and nor covered such a large region. Which still doesn't explain why I felt so crippled from yoga, twice, all those pelvic twistings and the like. Whether this is a passing perp imposition or another major health crisis, I don't know. In keeping with the latter scenario they ran planted notions as to what dialog would unfold in speaking with emergency physicians. I don't like hospitals, and so they seemed to revel in playing this in mind for much of the morning.
And what is it about some of my vineyard co-workers that they need to walk back to the end of their row and start their next row which "happens" to be near me? Normally, one finishes a row and starts on the next adjacent row end, no need to walk back and proceed in the same direction, E-W in this case. But as the perps are nuts over all my direction changes, why wouldn't they put on similar acts of perversity for my co-workers? Said co-worker also did a senseless back-and-forth, some 80' worth, while looking at his cell phone, while staring at text messages, and then returning to his row end. Fucking bizarre. The incidences of senseless cell phone stalking, with LED lighted display, as some kind of portable color reference are endless. Same thing "happened" a few days earlier at the adjacent winery when I entered there to take a forced piss a few days ago. The winemaker crosses my path five seconds in advance while looking at his lighted cell phone as I entered the building when there was no need for him to do so given the configuration of the building and phone access there.
Post Saturday work, having put in 4 hours to get my weekly hours to 40; I do a tan afterward as it is on the way. The "usual" crush in the waiting area on my exit, but none there when I arrived 20 min. earlier. On the way home, still only 3C outside, why, they put a negro kid in his soccer uniform, shorts no less, on the corner where I made my last turn, he being somehow "just standing there", rooted to the spot. Presumably he crossed my path after I made the turn. As mentioned many times, negroes are rare as hen's teeth here, and given the propensity of the perps to plant said skin tones in my proximity, it was just another (managed) coincidence IMHO. And it should not go unmentioned, that there are a considerable number of negroes in the TI community.
02-26-2017
Sunday, and a full day off. The generalized aches and pains of my pelvic region seem to have migrated to my shoulders, and causing pinched nerve-like symptoms down my arms. I see the bags under my eyes they gave me in 09-2016 are slowly abating. Just what that is about I have no idea.
Another checkout obstruction, this one online. After putting a half dozen items in a "shopping cart", why, a 504 gateway error suddenly erupts. And what is the point of that? To wait five minutes and then resume my activity? Disruption games are nothing new.
My big outing of the day was to get tea towels at a certain department store, as I am down one as the assholes seemed to have relieved me of one of the set in the last laundry. (One of their favorite situations to steal or sabotages my clothes and linens). Anyhow, another very large woman to finish off my week; probably some 240lb, and about 5'6". That she was blonde didn't go unnoticed, and she was even friendly instead of the usual scared shitless demeanor I get. And too, attentive, instead of looking the other way or otherwise being avoidant like my last experience at this same store.
Still afternoon on Sunday, but I am going to post this for the week and not get jerked into last minute postings. Or else screwed into "forgetting" for a few days. Anything interesting out there in the TI Universe? I don't get into it much; I do know a few credible TI's I can speak with, but their email and phone numbers aren't available to me. Funny how they don't bother to keep up.
Sunday, February 19, 2017
Feeling Better
02-13-2017
BC Family Day today, a province wide statutory holiday. Hence a Monday off to do whatever.
But I am feeling better, continuing on the MMS program; yesterday was brutal, and I was hanging in there. It is one of those "get sicker before getting better" scenarios, much like as mentioned on the parent website. We shall see in time as to whether I beat metastasized prostate cancer or not, if that is what in fact I have. If not, I would be more than glad to bail out of this abusive hell I have been kept in since 04-2002.
And even if I dropped the price of my used Camry by $600, still no response. The perps have ways of doing this; blocking access to people to view items for sale. This "happened" twice in long past real estate listings, both to significant financial detriment. In fact, they manage my affairs to ensure financial adversity at every turn. Why haven't they put me on the homeless program these 14.5 years of insane and relentless abuse and be done with it? Don't know, but it seems that semi-middle (non-homeless) class living is also under intense research for all the psychic energies it may entail.
I saw the film on DVD last night, "The Lady Vanishes". What a PoS; all those glowing IMDB reviews, save a few, and it seems it was all about a spook-fest over some irrelevant bullshit, with more than a few plot holes. Though the pre-WWII hints didn't go unnoticed. Who says the spooks hadn't invaded the film industry in the 1930's?
Saw the "Thirty Nine Steps", part of the Hitchcock series of DVD's I had kicking around. Better than the above mentioned film, but with a few loopy plot holes too, just not as many. As above, more spook-fare, though cleverly done. I am done with this set of 20 Hitchcock films after two of them; too many fedoras and spooks in long coats. I have no idea as to why I have an aversion to such imagery.
And I will never forget the time that I got my new glasses on in 2010 or so, and was about to depart, and there were two fedora wearing men in long coats clumsily coming through the door of the optician. Why the perps put this ridiculous act on then I will never know, but it will be another one of those "never forget" vignettes.
Another "never forget" vignette in 2005 or 2006 was Monica Lewinsky in a matched blue spandex outfit on a hiking trail, leading a party of four; immediately behind her were two Asian male twins dressed in these ridiculous identical outfits (sports jacket and shorts), save one was in blue, the other in brown. As I recall the fourth member was male, but I was so astonished at this entourage, that I forget what his outfit was, or perhaps, it was unremarkable.
02-14-2017
No valentines from the perps today; more achy sensations in my hip and lower back, more of the metastatic prostate cancer reminders they want me to know about. I take my MMS1 and MMS2 meds each hour or two, respectively, and hope for the best as it is my last chance. I don't think conventional clinical care has an predictable way out, though I will find out next week when I visit the radiation clinicians.
02-15-2017
New aches and pains shooting up my back in the later afternoon. And some lower hip rotation pains too. Doesn't sound good, but I am sticking with the MMS protocol. I suspect that backing off the paw-paw changed the dynamic some as well, but it was giving me kidney pressure again. More mind planted drivel from the perps about the cancer is diminishing, but who would trust the guys that gave it to me in the first place? Not to mentioned all my efforts to deal with a dopamine shortage for the last 18 years, and lo, I find out that low dopamine is associated with prostate cancer.
All day pruning vines, and the new guy got started into it today. Thankfully the rain held off until 1600h when we finished up for the day.
02-16-2017
Saw the urologist today. He said that based on my PSA of 7.9, it is very doubtful that I have metastatic prostate cancer. My prostate was normal per his (ahem) professional determination. And he checks for a distended bladder, but that is fine. This would be the downside of going to a specialist; if the symptoms are outside of their specialty, they aren't interested. And when I go to the cancer clinic next week, just what are they going to determine? If it is not metastasized, then sorry, go see someone else; just my speculation.
So WTF. I have pains in my hips and up my back (today as well), and pressure on my kidneys. The urologist didn't have any other insights as to what ails me. And I wasn't feeling so better today, but still keeping up on the MMS program, because if I am in it up to my knees I might as well keep going and very possibly nail the prostate cancer for the long term. Hope springs eternal in the health ailments game it turns out. I haven't been exposed to chronic-like discomfort conditions before, so all this is new to me.
02-17-2017
All day vineyard pruning today; the snow is almost gone, and it even got a little warm today. Warm, because I was in long johns and three sweaters and a ski jacket, and my climbing boots. That is fine by me, ever sensitive to cold nowadays.
Still more pains in my L hip and up my L back today, but less kidney pressure; not much different from yesterday so I don't know what is going on. Like I said, I have never had a debilitating type condition before, so all this protracted suffering/healing (if it is that), is new to me.
Today's planted notion of what ails me is "some growth" is going on inside me. Some explanation that; every day I get a new planted notion and it gets rejected by day's end. Earlier this week they were telling me that it was a hernia, but I didn't think it to be so even then. A day later the assholes floated the notion that it was Lyme Disease, even if I have never had a tick bite, but that happens apparently.
02-18-2017
Saturday, and a haircut mid-day. And also a work day as it "happened", as we didn't work the holiday Monday this week and had to make it up. That is part of the deal at sign-on; one must work weekends to make up a 40 hour week.
The hair stylist was decidedly into the butch look; the short male sides, but with more on top. And no less, wearing a bow tie. And mighty hefty she was too, and wasn't older than 24 or so. And she made a point of pushing her gut into my arms and back, depending on where she was working. And she seemed so reluctant to take much hair off, so after three passes I finally gave up and said it was enough.
More pruning all day, and some rain coming on in the afternoon. A new employee today; another male pony-tail, the second in the crew of five. One who started earlier this week looks to be a mulatto; it would seem this is a "starter negro" assigned to me. Given the selective introduction of negroes at specific moments for the 14.5 year duration of this insane harassment, it would suggest the perps are upping the negro ante for longer term (all upcoming summer).
On the health front; aches and pains came on in the afternoon and are still with me this afternoon. That is, aches, pains and twinges in my hips, up my spine and into my arms. No yoga for awhile. I don't know for sure what this is, but it has all the markings of metasized prostate cancer. I continue with the MMS therapy, now two weeks on it.
02-19-2017
Sunday, and I got to work for 4 hours to get my hours up to 40 for the week. This seems to be a big deal at my new employer.
Major vehicular gangstalking on my way back though, and all the more noticeable where I stopped; a specialty grocer and the tanning salon. This is the second instance in two weeks where I made the same stop at the same grocer after work and got innundated with extra obvious stalkers, e.g. the shiftless males who don't even seem to know how to shop.
Anyhow, time to get this this posted for the week just past.
BC Family Day today, a province wide statutory holiday. Hence a Monday off to do whatever.
But I am feeling better, continuing on the MMS program; yesterday was brutal, and I was hanging in there. It is one of those "get sicker before getting better" scenarios, much like as mentioned on the parent website. We shall see in time as to whether I beat metastasized prostate cancer or not, if that is what in fact I have. If not, I would be more than glad to bail out of this abusive hell I have been kept in since 04-2002.
And even if I dropped the price of my used Camry by $600, still no response. The perps have ways of doing this; blocking access to people to view items for sale. This "happened" twice in long past real estate listings, both to significant financial detriment. In fact, they manage my affairs to ensure financial adversity at every turn. Why haven't they put me on the homeless program these 14.5 years of insane and relentless abuse and be done with it? Don't know, but it seems that semi-middle (non-homeless) class living is also under intense research for all the psychic energies it may entail.
I saw the film on DVD last night, "The Lady Vanishes". What a PoS; all those glowing IMDB reviews, save a few, and it seems it was all about a spook-fest over some irrelevant bullshit, with more than a few plot holes. Though the pre-WWII hints didn't go unnoticed. Who says the spooks hadn't invaded the film industry in the 1930's?
Saw the "Thirty Nine Steps", part of the Hitchcock series of DVD's I had kicking around. Better than the above mentioned film, but with a few loopy plot holes too, just not as many. As above, more spook-fare, though cleverly done. I am done with this set of 20 Hitchcock films after two of them; too many fedoras and spooks in long coats. I have no idea as to why I have an aversion to such imagery.
And I will never forget the time that I got my new glasses on in 2010 or so, and was about to depart, and there were two fedora wearing men in long coats clumsily coming through the door of the optician. Why the perps put this ridiculous act on then I will never know, but it will be another one of those "never forget" vignettes.
Another "never forget" vignette in 2005 or 2006 was Monica Lewinsky in a matched blue spandex outfit on a hiking trail, leading a party of four; immediately behind her were two Asian male twins dressed in these ridiculous identical outfits (sports jacket and shorts), save one was in blue, the other in brown. As I recall the fourth member was male, but I was so astonished at this entourage, that I forget what his outfit was, or perhaps, it was unremarkable.
02-14-2017
No valentines from the perps today; more achy sensations in my hip and lower back, more of the metastatic prostate cancer reminders they want me to know about. I take my MMS1 and MMS2 meds each hour or two, respectively, and hope for the best as it is my last chance. I don't think conventional clinical care has an predictable way out, though I will find out next week when I visit the radiation clinicians.
02-15-2017
New aches and pains shooting up my back in the later afternoon. And some lower hip rotation pains too. Doesn't sound good, but I am sticking with the MMS protocol. I suspect that backing off the paw-paw changed the dynamic some as well, but it was giving me kidney pressure again. More mind planted drivel from the perps about the cancer is diminishing, but who would trust the guys that gave it to me in the first place? Not to mentioned all my efforts to deal with a dopamine shortage for the last 18 years, and lo, I find out that low dopamine is associated with prostate cancer.
All day pruning vines, and the new guy got started into it today. Thankfully the rain held off until 1600h when we finished up for the day.
02-16-2017
Saw the urologist today. He said that based on my PSA of 7.9, it is very doubtful that I have metastatic prostate cancer. My prostate was normal per his (ahem) professional determination. And he checks for a distended bladder, but that is fine. This would be the downside of going to a specialist; if the symptoms are outside of their specialty, they aren't interested. And when I go to the cancer clinic next week, just what are they going to determine? If it is not metastasized, then sorry, go see someone else; just my speculation.
So WTF. I have pains in my hips and up my back (today as well), and pressure on my kidneys. The urologist didn't have any other insights as to what ails me. And I wasn't feeling so better today, but still keeping up on the MMS program, because if I am in it up to my knees I might as well keep going and very possibly nail the prostate cancer for the long term. Hope springs eternal in the health ailments game it turns out. I haven't been exposed to chronic-like discomfort conditions before, so all this is new to me.
02-17-2017
All day vineyard pruning today; the snow is almost gone, and it even got a little warm today. Warm, because I was in long johns and three sweaters and a ski jacket, and my climbing boots. That is fine by me, ever sensitive to cold nowadays.
Still more pains in my L hip and up my L back today, but less kidney pressure; not much different from yesterday so I don't know what is going on. Like I said, I have never had a debilitating type condition before, so all this protracted suffering/healing (if it is that), is new to me.
Today's planted notion of what ails me is "some growth" is going on inside me. Some explanation that; every day I get a new planted notion and it gets rejected by day's end. Earlier this week they were telling me that it was a hernia, but I didn't think it to be so even then. A day later the assholes floated the notion that it was Lyme Disease, even if I have never had a tick bite, but that happens apparently.
02-18-2017
Saturday, and a haircut mid-day. And also a work day as it "happened", as we didn't work the holiday Monday this week and had to make it up. That is part of the deal at sign-on; one must work weekends to make up a 40 hour week.
The hair stylist was decidedly into the butch look; the short male sides, but with more on top. And no less, wearing a bow tie. And mighty hefty she was too, and wasn't older than 24 or so. And she made a point of pushing her gut into my arms and back, depending on where she was working. And she seemed so reluctant to take much hair off, so after three passes I finally gave up and said it was enough.
More pruning all day, and some rain coming on in the afternoon. A new employee today; another male pony-tail, the second in the crew of five. One who started earlier this week looks to be a mulatto; it would seem this is a "starter negro" assigned to me. Given the selective introduction of negroes at specific moments for the 14.5 year duration of this insane harassment, it would suggest the perps are upping the negro ante for longer term (all upcoming summer).
On the health front; aches and pains came on in the afternoon and are still with me this afternoon. That is, aches, pains and twinges in my hips, up my spine and into my arms. No yoga for awhile. I don't know for sure what this is, but it has all the markings of metasized prostate cancer. I continue with the MMS therapy, now two weeks on it.
02-19-2017
Sunday, and I got to work for 4 hours to get my hours up to 40 for the week. This seems to be a big deal at my new employer.
Major vehicular gangstalking on my way back though, and all the more noticeable where I stopped; a specialty grocer and the tanning salon. This is the second instance in two weeks where I made the same stop at the same grocer after work and got innundated with extra obvious stalkers, e.g. the shiftless males who don't even seem to know how to shop.
Anyhow, time to get this this posted for the week just past.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Cranked Up Before Going Out
2055h
A real mixed up morning, planned and scripted to the microsecond, and all about making sure I was totally enraged before going out.
This morning I was attempting to save yesterday's blog posting for the second time, and lo, if my internet connection didn't go down then. Which is the identical circumstances of last night; the internet connection stopped when I was saving immediately before posting it. Like WTF? How could this possibly happen at the same moment of doing the identical activity. And it wasn't Blogspot related in anyway, even if it looked like it at first. All my web pages that I simutaneously access via tabs in my Firefox browser couldn't reload. If that doesn't spell SABOTAGE I don't know what does. Ditto for the two disimilar hard drives that "broke" at the same moment, going back three years almost.
And it has been a hard drive day, as my mother's PC appears to be defunct due to a hard drive problem. These are the normally very reliable WD Caviar Black 640Gb disks; I bought two five months ago, one for her PC rebuild and one for mine. And both PC's had a "malfunction" yesterday and today; my internet connection problems (which included moving the PC to access the ethernet connection), and her blue screen, now thought to be a hard drive problem after looking at it this morning. And I "happen" to have a hard drive of the same kind that has been sitting on the shelf due to three orders of a removable hard drive trays failing to come through since Feb. 05, the last one still pending, and now two weeks longer than what they indicated when I sent off the order. Another one of those futile quests the Fuckwits like to put me through maybe. So... maybe this entire hard drive jerkaround is to have me replace a drive in my mother's PC with the one that has been sitting on the wood shelf in my apartment and only 2' from me and this PC. Difficult to know how this is to play out, and doubtless the use of the same PC repair shop is another one of those interesting coincidences. Perhaps my removable tray will come in as soon as my mother's PC has exited the shop, or maybe they will be both at the shop at the same time, in another coincidental reprise.
I was annoyed enough when I had to deal with the internet connection going down this morning, and was then on the phone for support to try and figure out what the problem was. The support personnel can view a session/connection and test it out from their end, and reset it if needed. After trying some remedies, the router was looking to be the problem, but before I could conclude the call my in-town brother came to pick me up. I temporarily broke off the call to ask him to wait five minutes as it was wrapping up, and he said he would be outside the building in his van. And that is about how it happened, and I go out to look for him and he wasn't around, even going to the local supermarket parking lot as he parks there sometimes. I should of taken the number of loitering Fuckwits in the lobby, and yet another motorized wheelchair in the elevator, #3 for the past week when none had ever been sighted before in the past three years in this building. Then no end, say 40, shiftless males were wandering around as I was searching for my brother's vehicle and I went back to my place, also screwed out of taking the elevator due to the continuing "problem" of one of them being out for three weeks now. Anyhow, I was stinking infuriated that he had fucked off when he expressly said he would be waiting. I phone his on his cell phone and he says that he made a short trip to the local auction house and was on his way back. Like WTF? He makes an imminent arrangement and then fucks off. Downstairs again and then he is there this time. He defused my annoyance (read, per mind fuck games) by the fact that he said he called me and left a message. Totally stupid in my view, as he knew I was on the phone dealing with this fucking internet access sabotage, and who looks at their phone to see more messages when they have committed to departing once the call is over.
Then never a straight line to going to a destination. Two garage sale stops enroute to our mother's place, and another at the Oak Bay Junction where the street assault of 2008 took place, and then finally we make it there. I go attend to the PC to find out what the problem might be, and he starts hefting the plastic bags of roots into his van that I had dug out over the past three months. I take the PC connections off and then take it to the van, and he gets suddenly fussed about where it should be and puts it in a brown cardboard box. I tell him that it is a totally stupid idea, and he resets it on the carpeted floor of the van, where it should of been put in the first place. Any excuse to put brown somewhere near something else, it never fucking ends, the perp's brown color obsession, especially with cardboard.
There were still more black plastic bags to be hauled past my mother's garaged vehicle to his van, and he was sure to tail and lead me in this exercise. We take the bags to the municipal works yard where they take it to make and resell compost from it. Then onto the PC repair shop where he announces that he will go to the local bank while I am inside. Yet another excuse to bugger off while I am engaged in a short term activity. Whether he did or not I wasn't sure, having been fucked out of the notion to monitor his van from inside the store.
Needless to say, the vehicular gangstalking while driving around with the PC and plant roots in plastic bags was increased. Even with the empty plastic bags, the vehicular Fuckover Force was out; excess of red vehicles that would cluster at intersections, then the oil tankers, the concrete trucks, the boom trucks, the car carriers (a plastic wrapped Audi on board), as well as the fleets of SUV's, pickups and passenger vehicles. Then out on the highway to Langford to pick up an article of furniture he had in mind, still with the fleets of vehicles in abundance. After some wrong turns, one seemingly by design, we arrive at the house and he is already sure he wants to purchase this hutch, having seen it online. It was a fugly puke brown color, and I had the honors of holding one end, and he the other, while we took it out the house and into his van. On with the "brown stalking" it would seem, and all the better that I had touched and grasped this hideous furniture.
2320h
I spent four hours slinging soil at my brother's place in the afternoon. Digging and sieving are both high interest activities of the perps, and especially when handling the couch grass roots I was pulling out. This is when the Harley Davidson motorcycle noises came on, but also the throbby trail motorcycles and then the high revving Japanese motorcycle noise, winding to high rpm and and being held there. The SAC had at least four flyovers in the afternoon, and my "buddy 'copter", the extra dark grey Sea King also circled the property. There were plenty other aircraft; the Helijets (Sikorsky S-76), the fixed wing Otters, Twin Otters, Beavers and even unidentifiable private aircraft. Other noisese were a constant droning from some work on the nearby naval base, hot-rodded vehicles, and the lastest of the repetoire, the Lexus vehicles that sound like a pained cow.
The perps hammered me in the left knee at least four times during the soil sieving, plain gratuitous whacks. The wheelbarrow handle was 4" away, and I did not blunder into it, and nor did I move, and then a sudden whack to the knee of no ostensible cause. Even proximity is being used at the excuse for perp applied abuse, and not even having me blunder into something isn't the needed excuse they once arranged. The sickos arrange other pain and extra-kinetic soil clods to keep me annoyed while outside, raising the abuse level as well as ensuring my "reactions" (read, mind controlled exercise) was also near rage levels.
Enough to call this a posting, and be done with the ongoing typo sabotage.
A real mixed up morning, planned and scripted to the microsecond, and all about making sure I was totally enraged before going out.
This morning I was attempting to save yesterday's blog posting for the second time, and lo, if my internet connection didn't go down then. Which is the identical circumstances of last night; the internet connection stopped when I was saving immediately before posting it. Like WTF? How could this possibly happen at the same moment of doing the identical activity. And it wasn't Blogspot related in anyway, even if it looked like it at first. All my web pages that I simutaneously access via tabs in my Firefox browser couldn't reload. If that doesn't spell SABOTAGE I don't know what does. Ditto for the two disimilar hard drives that "broke" at the same moment, going back three years almost.
And it has been a hard drive day, as my mother's PC appears to be defunct due to a hard drive problem. These are the normally very reliable WD Caviar Black 640Gb disks; I bought two five months ago, one for her PC rebuild and one for mine. And both PC's had a "malfunction" yesterday and today; my internet connection problems (which included moving the PC to access the ethernet connection), and her blue screen, now thought to be a hard drive problem after looking at it this morning. And I "happen" to have a hard drive of the same kind that has been sitting on the shelf due to three orders of a removable hard drive trays failing to come through since Feb. 05, the last one still pending, and now two weeks longer than what they indicated when I sent off the order. Another one of those futile quests the Fuckwits like to put me through maybe. So... maybe this entire hard drive jerkaround is to have me replace a drive in my mother's PC with the one that has been sitting on the wood shelf in my apartment and only 2' from me and this PC. Difficult to know how this is to play out, and doubtless the use of the same PC repair shop is another one of those interesting coincidences. Perhaps my removable tray will come in as soon as my mother's PC has exited the shop, or maybe they will be both at the shop at the same time, in another coincidental reprise.
I was annoyed enough when I had to deal with the internet connection going down this morning, and was then on the phone for support to try and figure out what the problem was. The support personnel can view a session/connection and test it out from their end, and reset it if needed. After trying some remedies, the router was looking to be the problem, but before I could conclude the call my in-town brother came to pick me up. I temporarily broke off the call to ask him to wait five minutes as it was wrapping up, and he said he would be outside the building in his van. And that is about how it happened, and I go out to look for him and he wasn't around, even going to the local supermarket parking lot as he parks there sometimes. I should of taken the number of loitering Fuckwits in the lobby, and yet another motorized wheelchair in the elevator, #3 for the past week when none had ever been sighted before in the past three years in this building. Then no end, say 40, shiftless males were wandering around as I was searching for my brother's vehicle and I went back to my place, also screwed out of taking the elevator due to the continuing "problem" of one of them being out for three weeks now. Anyhow, I was stinking infuriated that he had fucked off when he expressly said he would be waiting. I phone his on his cell phone and he says that he made a short trip to the local auction house and was on his way back. Like WTF? He makes an imminent arrangement and then fucks off. Downstairs again and then he is there this time. He defused my annoyance (read, per mind fuck games) by the fact that he said he called me and left a message. Totally stupid in my view, as he knew I was on the phone dealing with this fucking internet access sabotage, and who looks at their phone to see more messages when they have committed to departing once the call is over.
Then never a straight line to going to a destination. Two garage sale stops enroute to our mother's place, and another at the Oak Bay Junction where the street assault of 2008 took place, and then finally we make it there. I go attend to the PC to find out what the problem might be, and he starts hefting the plastic bags of roots into his van that I had dug out over the past three months. I take the PC connections off and then take it to the van, and he gets suddenly fussed about where it should be and puts it in a brown cardboard box. I tell him that it is a totally stupid idea, and he resets it on the carpeted floor of the van, where it should of been put in the first place. Any excuse to put brown somewhere near something else, it never fucking ends, the perp's brown color obsession, especially with cardboard.
There were still more black plastic bags to be hauled past my mother's garaged vehicle to his van, and he was sure to tail and lead me in this exercise. We take the bags to the municipal works yard where they take it to make and resell compost from it. Then onto the PC repair shop where he announces that he will go to the local bank while I am inside. Yet another excuse to bugger off while I am engaged in a short term activity. Whether he did or not I wasn't sure, having been fucked out of the notion to monitor his van from inside the store.
Needless to say, the vehicular gangstalking while driving around with the PC and plant roots in plastic bags was increased. Even with the empty plastic bags, the vehicular Fuckover Force was out; excess of red vehicles that would cluster at intersections, then the oil tankers, the concrete trucks, the boom trucks, the car carriers (a plastic wrapped Audi on board), as well as the fleets of SUV's, pickups and passenger vehicles. Then out on the highway to Langford to pick up an article of furniture he had in mind, still with the fleets of vehicles in abundance. After some wrong turns, one seemingly by design, we arrive at the house and he is already sure he wants to purchase this hutch, having seen it online. It was a fugly puke brown color, and I had the honors of holding one end, and he the other, while we took it out the house and into his van. On with the "brown stalking" it would seem, and all the better that I had touched and grasped this hideous furniture.
2320h
I spent four hours slinging soil at my brother's place in the afternoon. Digging and sieving are both high interest activities of the perps, and especially when handling the couch grass roots I was pulling out. This is when the Harley Davidson motorcycle noises came on, but also the throbby trail motorcycles and then the high revving Japanese motorcycle noise, winding to high rpm and and being held there. The SAC had at least four flyovers in the afternoon, and my "buddy 'copter", the extra dark grey Sea King also circled the property. There were plenty other aircraft; the Helijets (Sikorsky S-76), the fixed wing Otters, Twin Otters, Beavers and even unidentifiable private aircraft. Other noisese were a constant droning from some work on the nearby naval base, hot-rodded vehicles, and the lastest of the repetoire, the Lexus vehicles that sound like a pained cow.
The perps hammered me in the left knee at least four times during the soil sieving, plain gratuitous whacks. The wheelbarrow handle was 4" away, and I did not blunder into it, and nor did I move, and then a sudden whack to the knee of no ostensible cause. Even proximity is being used at the excuse for perp applied abuse, and not even having me blunder into something isn't the needed excuse they once arranged. The sickos arrange other pain and extra-kinetic soil clods to keep me annoyed while outside, raising the abuse level as well as ensuring my "reactions" (read, mind controlled exercise) was also near rage levels.
Enough to call this a posting, and be done with the ongoing typo sabotage.
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Karmic Clunking
1325h
This is the Thursday interim between yoga, and gym which follows at 1430h. The yoga practice is more about breathing and making loose movement with the present instructor who began in 01-2008. But it always feels beneficial, even if it gets noisestalked with clunking noise from below, above and the same floor, as if "somehow" this universal noisestalking source can move around, and even replicate itself at my apartment, as I type this no less. There is some kind of curious early start that everyone but me knows about, and even the regular dude who comes knew about it after being absent for three weeks. I arrive early, but not early enough to catch this seeming meditative session that has been added, and no one has told me about. Most curious.
And a visitor to the class, a young woman who is to start another program elsewhere, so we had to introduce ourselves. I often wonder what this is for, as it used to happen at gym too, and then suddenly stopped, no matter the turnover of class members.
The yoga instructor uses plenty of harassment theme words, the most common being "energy". This is a huge part of the harassment vocabulary, and there is plenty of imposed "interest" in this topic in my regular bookmarked daily web site surfing. And no less, we were instructed to focus on the color of yellow today at one point in the session. And yes, the perps noisestalk me anytime I mention a color by name, or even in thought.
Regular readers will know that the post-yoga session walk back to my place is fraught with increased ambulatory gangstalking, and today was no exception. The first thing outside the rear exit doors, me being the only one who uses them curiously, was an Asian kid, some 10' from the deep red metallic minivan parked outside the yoga practice room, and he was overdressed in a light blue colored coat. It seems that light blue, a sky color blue, is one of the perps strongest reference colors after greyscale colors of black, white, grey, and for the purposes of this harassment fuckery, silver-grey. Then another Asian also overdressed in a heavy coat of deep brown color, and so it went. Even the police van got its gangstalking in, as the perps once had a military dressed gangstalker on me about 80% of the time after yoga. As the walk back to my apartment is much shorter, I suppose they have to be more selective about the gangstalking themes they want to introduce.
And to no surprise, the perps are having their gangstalkers attempting to get in close, and tail me for longer; the dude in the faded orange dayglo sweat shirt "happened" to be on me for some 5 minutes, and then "arrived" right beside me while waiting at the last traffic light. Then, a woman in navy blue was in left-hand drive mode and walking toward me, looking sideways at utterly nothing, and then makes out that she is surprised to be walking in my path. Fucking outrageous bullshit. Someone tell me if the right-hand drive walking pedestrian habit (like vehicles) has changed, as I almost see as many gangstalkers in lefthand drive mode as the conventional alternative. As if that isn't stupid enough, but looking ahead and seeing a pedestrian some 20' ahead, and then looking sideways when closing in for no apparent reason takes the cake for managed fuckery. Onto the great outdoors and another round of walking and stalking, this time to the gym, 30 minutes each way.
And then to finish off the absurdities, when I got into the lobby of the apartment building both elevators doors were closed, and so I pressed the button to summon one. The overhead light indicated that one was on the Main floor where I was, and after about a five second delay, the door opens and there was a gangstalker dude standing in the elevator behind the door who then walks out. This isn't the first time the seeming availible elevator at the lobby has been closed when it should of been open, making for a delayed opening to reveal a gangstalker in position behind the door.
This idiotic stunt has also been done with gangstalkers "hiding" behind a door as I have been unlocking it. It makes me wonder how long the fucker was really there; my cursory knowledge of a full gangstalker "acclimatization" to one location is that they need the fucker to be posted in one place for 30 minutes beforehand. Hence the preponderance of "just standing there" (no matter how stupid it looks), and the sentry type gangstalkers. The plethora of gym members doing utterly nothing would be another case of orchestrated minimal activity among the gangstalkers.
1730h
Back from gym, a stop by supermarket shop, and then tea and chocolate after putting the groceries away. And lo, when the mug was full of tea, twice- the first cup, and then it was replenished, and with chocolate in hand, and then placing it into my mouth and chewing it, two sequential identical circumstances, a loud and prolonged vehicle noise (muffler and Harley Davidson motorcycle noise) started up and trailed off for about 10 seconds. An astonishing coincidence that these most-loathed noises wer put on at the same juncture, vis a vis, drinking tea and eating chocolate.
At gym class, it was only a one freak showing today, though plenty of other scuzzy or large gutted males perambulating who are not part of the class while I was on the stationary bicycle. The perps' biggest excess during the gym class was to irradiate me with something that was causing temporal lobe floaty sensations and other cognitive depredations which feel totally abnormal. Running my hand over my head will give me instant and temporary relief as my bioenergetic signature will be changed some. The only two women in the class were both wearing brown, and lo, if they didn't line themselves up facing my mat during the floor exercise portion. One had a brown shirt on with an orange one underneath, and the other had her usual brown pants on and blue sweat top. And no major games in "featuring", a gangstalker showing up in my sight each time I look up. There were plenty of gangstalking behaviors, but none of the constant hounding that has gone on in the past. This makes me suspicious that the perps have something bigger lined up as they have backed off on two accounts; the "featuring"/hounding and the freakshow count. And of course, the perps like to use such an interpretation as to their planted thoughts of them terminating hostilities soon, but I would rather believe in the Easter Bunny than that bullshit which is still being heaped on, every day for over a week now, also highly irregular perp behavior.
I had the usual 500 to 1,000 vehicles coursing around me in traffic in color coordinated clusters. The perps have also been busy on arranging the vehicles by front rake angle of the windsheild, tailight similarities and a number of other vehicle features or vehicle types, e.g. SUV's, pickups, two door sedans, four door sedans etc.
When I stopped in at the supermarket my tail of two blocks, a strange dude in a burgundy colored sweatshirt and big silver-grey headphones on, also "joined" me in the store. He "happened" to keep showing up at all store locations, four times inside of five minutes. Just another gangstalker being utilized for more coverage, from street to store, and then all over the store. At least two members of my gym class have also "showed up" in the same supermarket at this same juncture without tailing me though.
And at present they are starting up some right jaw pain that has yet to culminate. And note, I have never had such pain before, and there is no apparent cause. I wonder what this one is about. I have a dental cleaning appointment next week so perhaps this is a jerkaround to get me to the dentist's chair in advance. Most often, there has been some kind of dental "problem" in advance of the appointment to have the dentist at least visit and probe around, usually after teeth cleaning, and another $30 on the bill.
When walking to the gym and back, I had my usual ambulatory freakshow; the wheelchair stunts, the vagrants, the suits, the shifltess males and others of the Unfavored demographic groups. The perp gangstalkers are wearing more brown colors these days, mid browns to dark browns which has been an "advance" over two months ago. What this greater color complexity portends, I have no idea.
I have been getting more red plasma flashes today; often after changing my seated or standing location, the perps will place short and small plasma bursts to divert me, or otherwise do some kind of neural response energetics testing. They also put some plasma behind me while doing floor exercises, a checkerboard like spatter that was visible between my legs when doing touchdown lunges in the floor exercise part of gym. Funny that no one else behind me mentioned anything, har, har.
The first thing this morning the perps pulled a rage show by dumping the cereal from the bag onto the counter and stove tops, a cupfull at most. The brown gluten free breakfast cereal has become a fuckover game for some reason. As mentioned in a past post, they changed up the minimal packaging to have brown and red colors on it. So the "solution" (read, planted thought) was to reuse the old bag by cutting it to be fully open, and then dumping the contents of the new bag into the old one. This was accomplished yesterday, and I suppose it was fuck-me time this morning to then dump out the cereal over the counter and then enrage me by dithing my finger control and not allowing me to pick their mess up. Just the usual games, rage-ification over every pecadillo.
2145h
I just finished doing my monthly Quicken entry and online account reconciliation, always a total jerkaround with perp mind-fuck invasion and beset by no end of forced "mistakes". I am $50 in the hole for the month, with $200 of extra help. The imposed chocolate "habit" is worth $160 per month, all to have the perps remotely assay my bioenergetics with respect to the color brown in my mouth. How bizarre is that, and why don't they pay for this? They could teleport all "needed" chocolate to my kitchen cupboard for all time, and not the once that happened.
I had just begun my Quicken update for all of April expenses, and lo, if the tapping floor/ceiling noise didn't start up to "accompany" me undertaking the task. After yelling at the assholes twice, likely as a mind-fuck stunt, the noise finally settled down. It is unbelievable that the simplest things keep getting noisestalked, and it is every inconsequential aspect that gets repeatedly noisestalked. Someone is looking over my shoulder every virtual second of my life.
Now, I am getting shafted with on/off video access on YouTube, my imposed "treatment" to keep me off videos tonight. And while the headphones were on, the overhead pounding started up.
Taken 04-23-2008, 1115h. Nothing too odd here save the off-lot parking by the white van, and the attending MIW, Man In White (enviro suit), visible through the trees. One Plastic Bag Man is perambulating, and one dude is loitering. The parking lot and off-lot vehicles come from the top five gangstalking colors, white, silver-grey and deep metallic red, but you will have to take me on my word on that, or else look at the pictures of the past three blog postings.
Here is a zoom in on 04-23-2008. Three silver-grey parked vehicles, one a light metallic tan colored vehicle, and a silver-grey vehicle passing between them. Four of five vehicles in the picture are the same color, and the fifth one is a tan hued variant, still a metallic finish.
2240h
The overhead shuffling and pounding seems ready to start up again, and it is time to call this one done for the day, that being the two event Thursday, and with a shut-in day tomorrow if past patterns repeat themselves. My father is in adult daycare, and my mother flew to Kamploops to visit my out-of-town brother and family. Which suggests that Sunday might be also a shut-in day, which could then extend to Monday, as there won't be any parental visitation and stayover this weekend. And true to form, the perps have fucked up with my regular Tuesday activity (gym) by taking on picking my mother up at the airport. The perps like me to be around those who have just come off a flight, as there seems to be some kind of energetic interaction result they are looking for. Which makes me wonder how often do they covertly follow, if not fuck with, aircrew personnel? Regular readers will know of my views on the aircraft crashes and the seeming synchronicity that goes on with my own circumstances.
Time to blog off and call this one done; no sustained headphone use was allowed tonight, back to that again.
This is the Thursday interim between yoga, and gym which follows at 1430h. The yoga practice is more about breathing and making loose movement with the present instructor who began in 01-2008. But it always feels beneficial, even if it gets noisestalked with clunking noise from below, above and the same floor, as if "somehow" this universal noisestalking source can move around, and even replicate itself at my apartment, as I type this no less. There is some kind of curious early start that everyone but me knows about, and even the regular dude who comes knew about it after being absent for three weeks. I arrive early, but not early enough to catch this seeming meditative session that has been added, and no one has told me about. Most curious.
And a visitor to the class, a young woman who is to start another program elsewhere, so we had to introduce ourselves. I often wonder what this is for, as it used to happen at gym too, and then suddenly stopped, no matter the turnover of class members.
The yoga instructor uses plenty of harassment theme words, the most common being "energy". This is a huge part of the harassment vocabulary, and there is plenty of imposed "interest" in this topic in my regular bookmarked daily web site surfing. And no less, we were instructed to focus on the color of yellow today at one point in the session. And yes, the perps noisestalk me anytime I mention a color by name, or even in thought.
Regular readers will know that the post-yoga session walk back to my place is fraught with increased ambulatory gangstalking, and today was no exception. The first thing outside the rear exit doors, me being the only one who uses them curiously, was an Asian kid, some 10' from the deep red metallic minivan parked outside the yoga practice room, and he was overdressed in a light blue colored coat. It seems that light blue, a sky color blue, is one of the perps strongest reference colors after greyscale colors of black, white, grey, and for the purposes of this harassment fuckery, silver-grey. Then another Asian also overdressed in a heavy coat of deep brown color, and so it went. Even the police van got its gangstalking in, as the perps once had a military dressed gangstalker on me about 80% of the time after yoga. As the walk back to my apartment is much shorter, I suppose they have to be more selective about the gangstalking themes they want to introduce.
And to no surprise, the perps are having their gangstalkers attempting to get in close, and tail me for longer; the dude in the faded orange dayglo sweat shirt "happened" to be on me for some 5 minutes, and then "arrived" right beside me while waiting at the last traffic light. Then, a woman in navy blue was in left-hand drive mode and walking toward me, looking sideways at utterly nothing, and then makes out that she is surprised to be walking in my path. Fucking outrageous bullshit. Someone tell me if the right-hand drive walking pedestrian habit (like vehicles) has changed, as I almost see as many gangstalkers in lefthand drive mode as the conventional alternative. As if that isn't stupid enough, but looking ahead and seeing a pedestrian some 20' ahead, and then looking sideways when closing in for no apparent reason takes the cake for managed fuckery. Onto the great outdoors and another round of walking and stalking, this time to the gym, 30 minutes each way.
And then to finish off the absurdities, when I got into the lobby of the apartment building both elevators doors were closed, and so I pressed the button to summon one. The overhead light indicated that one was on the Main floor where I was, and after about a five second delay, the door opens and there was a gangstalker dude standing in the elevator behind the door who then walks out. This isn't the first time the seeming availible elevator at the lobby has been closed when it should of been open, making for a delayed opening to reveal a gangstalker in position behind the door.
This idiotic stunt has also been done with gangstalkers "hiding" behind a door as I have been unlocking it. It makes me wonder how long the fucker was really there; my cursory knowledge of a full gangstalker "acclimatization" to one location is that they need the fucker to be posted in one place for 30 minutes beforehand. Hence the preponderance of "just standing there" (no matter how stupid it looks), and the sentry type gangstalkers. The plethora of gym members doing utterly nothing would be another case of orchestrated minimal activity among the gangstalkers.
1730h
Back from gym, a stop by supermarket shop, and then tea and chocolate after putting the groceries away. And lo, when the mug was full of tea, twice- the first cup, and then it was replenished, and with chocolate in hand, and then placing it into my mouth and chewing it, two sequential identical circumstances, a loud and prolonged vehicle noise (muffler and Harley Davidson motorcycle noise) started up and trailed off for about 10 seconds. An astonishing coincidence that these most-loathed noises wer put on at the same juncture, vis a vis, drinking tea and eating chocolate.
At gym class, it was only a one freak showing today, though plenty of other scuzzy or large gutted males perambulating who are not part of the class while I was on the stationary bicycle. The perps' biggest excess during the gym class was to irradiate me with something that was causing temporal lobe floaty sensations and other cognitive depredations which feel totally abnormal. Running my hand over my head will give me instant and temporary relief as my bioenergetic signature will be changed some. The only two women in the class were both wearing brown, and lo, if they didn't line themselves up facing my mat during the floor exercise portion. One had a brown shirt on with an orange one underneath, and the other had her usual brown pants on and blue sweat top. And no major games in "featuring", a gangstalker showing up in my sight each time I look up. There were plenty of gangstalking behaviors, but none of the constant hounding that has gone on in the past. This makes me suspicious that the perps have something bigger lined up as they have backed off on two accounts; the "featuring"/hounding and the freakshow count. And of course, the perps like to use such an interpretation as to their planted thoughts of them terminating hostilities soon, but I would rather believe in the Easter Bunny than that bullshit which is still being heaped on, every day for over a week now, also highly irregular perp behavior.
I had the usual 500 to 1,000 vehicles coursing around me in traffic in color coordinated clusters. The perps have also been busy on arranging the vehicles by front rake angle of the windsheild, tailight similarities and a number of other vehicle features or vehicle types, e.g. SUV's, pickups, two door sedans, four door sedans etc.
When I stopped in at the supermarket my tail of two blocks, a strange dude in a burgundy colored sweatshirt and big silver-grey headphones on, also "joined" me in the store. He "happened" to keep showing up at all store locations, four times inside of five minutes. Just another gangstalker being utilized for more coverage, from street to store, and then all over the store. At least two members of my gym class have also "showed up" in the same supermarket at this same juncture without tailing me though.
And at present they are starting up some right jaw pain that has yet to culminate. And note, I have never had such pain before, and there is no apparent cause. I wonder what this one is about. I have a dental cleaning appointment next week so perhaps this is a jerkaround to get me to the dentist's chair in advance. Most often, there has been some kind of dental "problem" in advance of the appointment to have the dentist at least visit and probe around, usually after teeth cleaning, and another $30 on the bill.
When walking to the gym and back, I had my usual ambulatory freakshow; the wheelchair stunts, the vagrants, the suits, the shifltess males and others of the Unfavored demographic groups. The perp gangstalkers are wearing more brown colors these days, mid browns to dark browns which has been an "advance" over two months ago. What this greater color complexity portends, I have no idea.
I have been getting more red plasma flashes today; often after changing my seated or standing location, the perps will place short and small plasma bursts to divert me, or otherwise do some kind of neural response energetics testing. They also put some plasma behind me while doing floor exercises, a checkerboard like spatter that was visible between my legs when doing touchdown lunges in the floor exercise part of gym. Funny that no one else behind me mentioned anything, har, har.
The first thing this morning the perps pulled a rage show by dumping the cereal from the bag onto the counter and stove tops, a cupfull at most. The brown gluten free breakfast cereal has become a fuckover game for some reason. As mentioned in a past post, they changed up the minimal packaging to have brown and red colors on it. So the "solution" (read, planted thought) was to reuse the old bag by cutting it to be fully open, and then dumping the contents of the new bag into the old one. This was accomplished yesterday, and I suppose it was fuck-me time this morning to then dump out the cereal over the counter and then enrage me by dithing my finger control and not allowing me to pick their mess up. Just the usual games, rage-ification over every pecadillo.
2145h
I just finished doing my monthly Quicken entry and online account reconciliation, always a total jerkaround with perp mind-fuck invasion and beset by no end of forced "mistakes". I am $50 in the hole for the month, with $200 of extra help. The imposed chocolate "habit" is worth $160 per month, all to have the perps remotely assay my bioenergetics with respect to the color brown in my mouth. How bizarre is that, and why don't they pay for this? They could teleport all "needed" chocolate to my kitchen cupboard for all time, and not the once that happened.
I had just begun my Quicken update for all of April expenses, and lo, if the tapping floor/ceiling noise didn't start up to "accompany" me undertaking the task. After yelling at the assholes twice, likely as a mind-fuck stunt, the noise finally settled down. It is unbelievable that the simplest things keep getting noisestalked, and it is every inconsequential aspect that gets repeatedly noisestalked. Someone is looking over my shoulder every virtual second of my life.
Now, I am getting shafted with on/off video access on YouTube, my imposed "treatment" to keep me off videos tonight. And while the headphones were on, the overhead pounding started up.
Taken 04-23-2008, 1115h. Nothing too odd here save the off-lot parking by the white van, and the attending MIW, Man In White (enviro suit), visible through the trees. One Plastic Bag Man is perambulating, and one dude is loitering. The parking lot and off-lot vehicles come from the top five gangstalking colors, white, silver-grey and deep metallic red, but you will have to take me on my word on that, or else look at the pictures of the past three blog postings.
Here is a zoom in on 04-23-2008. Three silver-grey parked vehicles, one a light metallic tan colored vehicle, and a silver-grey vehicle passing between them. Four of five vehicles in the picture are the same color, and the fifth one is a tan hued variant, still a metallic finish.
2240h
The overhead shuffling and pounding seems ready to start up again, and it is time to call this one done for the day, that being the two event Thursday, and with a shut-in day tomorrow if past patterns repeat themselves. My father is in adult daycare, and my mother flew to Kamploops to visit my out-of-town brother and family. Which suggests that Sunday might be also a shut-in day, which could then extend to Monday, as there won't be any parental visitation and stayover this weekend. And true to form, the perps have fucked up with my regular Tuesday activity (gym) by taking on picking my mother up at the airport. The perps like me to be around those who have just come off a flight, as there seems to be some kind of energetic interaction result they are looking for. Which makes me wonder how often do they covertly follow, if not fuck with, aircrew personnel? Regular readers will know of my views on the aircraft crashes and the seeming synchronicity that goes on with my own circumstances.
Time to blog off and call this one done; no sustained headphone use was allowed tonight, back to that again.
Friday, February 22, 2008
New Pain for the Brain
1110h
AS I begin this I got a reflux burp whose contents were duly tasted in my mouth, amazing timing, given that starting and ending anything is a big event for the perps to noisestalk or otherwise deploy additional resources; masers, vision impairments, and pain, aka "phenomenon stalking".
I have a trio of ongoing pain games today; the back pain of two weeks ago "somehow" won't go away, and is always in place for getting up or going to bed, also a high noisestalk time. The baseless burn like pain on my right thigh continues off and on, and was joined by knee pain this morning, right through the right knee, and anytime I noted the pain returning through managed (read, externally controlled) shifting of my weight, why, more noisestalking erupted. The sickos seem to be attempting to determine my boundaries of noticing, hence this slow onset pain imposition. They do the same for annoying noises; they sustain the noise, and then noisestalk me at the moment I deem the noise to be annoying and worth plugging my ears for. All very consistent these days, this particular neurological function that they cannot yet fuck with. And as I type this, the mechanically sourced street whistles are going off in rapid succession; as they finished paving on the nearby street rip-up, one would think the noise would of abated, but no, it has increased.
The perps have taken to flashing me with more red plasma; even a subsecond exposure in my central vision is enough to piss me off, and they like to vary the size to see how sensitive I am to this color and all its possible physical parameters. Another game that is of increasing importance for the perps is crumb inundation; my gluten free bread is erupting in crumbs that "arrive" from nowhere, right before my very eyes. And this involves varying crumb colors; black, white, brown and even a near orange color. And if the dispersal pattern, crumb size and color wasn't enough of a game for these assholes, they added a 4" sunlight beam to cast over the plate as I was eating the toast with peanut butter and jam on it. This was another excuse to create grey (shadow) variations over the crumb field, adding yet more variability of physical properties into the analytical mix. Then, someone decided that wasn't enough fuckery, so they added a 4" black hair in my peanut butter to be extracted from the center of its mass, not appearing on the surface at all. I don't have black colored hair, and I have no idea where this would of come from, never minding that it "arrived" in the center of spread peanut butter, and somehow escaped scrutiny when in the jar and being spread. Most likely it arrived after the fact. The incongrous arrival of all hair, most often on just cleaned surfaces, including me, is assigned to the category of "dog hairs", an ironic name as there is no way all these hairs could come from me, though most are colored in the tones of my natural head hair.
1310h
My printer is under assault again, after working fine only a few days ago. It was a map that I wanted from Google, and lo, if it didn't "turn out" sketchy and barely readable. The perps have an ongoing fixation in "dimming down" the representation of things; pictures of known persons, now maps, and all the backlit lighting with intense sunlight being another variant of this fuckery. Obviously, seeing things normally is too much data at once for the assholes; in other words, the normal representation of things "needs" to be fucked with as they cannot handle it. Not my problem, so why am I being fucked with on account of a covert agency's problems, many of which they created in the early going of my developmental years?
The only answer to that is to have an over-revving engine sound off at the time of composing that rhetorical question, as if there is a drag strip around here and there isn't. The city blocks are short and all intersections within two blocks are controlled by traffic lights. Now it is time for the tree chippers to make noise, the steady hum of this morning that is repeating after lunch. Another "response" I got was two flashes of light across my wall and this LCD display, a virtual impossibility being six stories up if one suggests that it was "extraneous" reflections from passing vehicles.
Anyhow, I am off to help out a move; a whole bunch of brown colored boxes to lug and hug, and I know how the perps like to move me around, and this is one of their favorite pastimes; playing with brown objects for them to measure me with. Another example of their "problems", is that they cannot get enough of this color around me, having holed all my brown colored garments.
1415h
Start the noise, I just started to blog again; that is how it goes these days; boundless fascination with everything I do, think or say. Even those terms are absent of meaning, as I suspect nearly all of it is planted per script. They always have gangstalkers in place for every "impetuous" or evasive move I take, though it is easier to monitor me without a vehicle. Such is my lot; a playground for organized psychopaths to play with me, down to whacking me in the dick while shaving this morning. The perps have a inordinant fixation on me shaving, and this task seems to give them trouble in monitoring me as much as they would like. Ergo, enrage the victim again, and all the better when it is done in the mirror, something that is predictable as gangstalking in public, or pounding the ceiling, now in all of the past 8 locations where I have lived with overhead "neighbors". Anyhow, I am off to help out with a move, and this will likely bring more stories to brighten up my existence.
1800h
I am back from my moving helping. The big deal is for the perps to get plenty of brown colored objects near my head, and they succeeded; boxes, particle board furniture and wood all served their purpose. Then some vehicular travel was needed to drop off the UHaul trailer and move more items into storage. I was a passenger in a bright red Honda, and that was plenty of reason to lay on the vehicular gangstalking in substantial numbers. The storage moving took no time, and I was dropped off at my door. There was a "need" for extra paper work, and lo, if hundreds of vehicles didn't pass my while we were waiting amazingly arranged to be driving in front of green and white PVC pipes arranged oppositely. That the pipes were 80' away, and that the perps needed a narrowed view of the loading bay for this vehicular gangstalking to unfold, tells me they have a long way to go. This was essentially emulating the neighborhood dig-ups where they laid green PVC pipe down, only in the horizontal. Essentially, the perps have no fucking idea as to how I energetically react to PVC pipe in all its various colors. And it was no surprise that piece of red plastic "arrived" while we were waiting for the employer to finish up at the storage business office. It was a diversion, and that was about the extent of it, save the helicopters.
While moving the belongings the perps put on a helicopter to loiter for some ten minutes overhead, a large Sikorsky type identical in sound and appearance to those of two days ago, and three days ago. Later, at the storage lockers, the perps put on a smaller black bubble cabin helicopter, perhaps as some relief from using the same one. Who knows, but whoever has arranged them also knows that I like them, which is unlikely to be the sole reason they were arranged. That helicopters play such a large role in other TI's and abductee's harassment, I sense there is more to to it. Perhaps they create a votex that is of interest for disturbing other etheric vortex energies to aid in remotely detecting the few mind control energies they have not yet mastered.
Other events in the moving helping that seemed curiously strange were: taking the trailer into the driveway and then reversing out again and backing it in so the rear door was facing the path into the house- surely to fuck this could of been figured out before they arrived, like every move I have participated in before. I also had a ride in a red vehicle, and when parked among the red-orange UHaul trucks and trailers I also seemed to be bait for some young women gangstalkers "hanging around" in the UHaul driveway, slowly trolling by with a red leather handbag. The driver of the red vehicle claimed not to know where the storage site was and had to pull over and spend some time on the cell phone. This led to the unusual event for me to be in a vehicle parked at the roadside while huge streams of gangstalking and color arranged traffic passed by, and was opposite of a concrete manufacturing operation. There was the other helper, in a red colored waffle shirt, seemed to be strangely familiar, not unlike the intersection assailant last year. Then, when waiting while all the vehicles passed by in front of the two colored PVC pipes, the jawing got onto the topic of rare metals and how even aluminum ladders were being stolen for scrap value. (Ladders are a very common vehicle adornment in this city for seeming harassment operations). Other metals that got a mention were one of the perps favorites, copper. And of course I had been fed recent news stories on automotive catalytic converter theft for their platinum value, surely a big gimme for the script, something that I was screwed out of knowing at the time. Normally the perps let me run my own thoughts as to "this is a setup", or "this was recently planted", and yet they fucked me out of knowing that I was a mind control fuckee when talking about these scripted news stories. Normally the perps let me run this "alernate channel", but fucked me out of if while helping out.
1910h
I have been reading from the Thomas Townsend Brown biography site, a work in progress. I have one blog posted that details a long list of similarities between his habits in the course of being a researcher/physist and that very little is known about him. Anyhow, the perps find much to noisestalk me while I am reading the story, and I have no idea why, as I often get noisestalked when I read a name, be it a celebrity, city or geographic name, or even if the person has deceased. So it would seem that troving through biographies is a big event for the perps, and it is mighty curious as to what is going on. The planted message is that they work for the "boy scouts", a metaphor for being honest and progressive, but that is about the last characterization I would assign to them. I have mentioned past news events, many of them of tragic proportions, where their dark hand maybe at work or is at least oddly coincidental to what they do to me. I don't want to get into all the "designed coincidences" that I suspect as it is too detailed for presentation here. Suffice to say, there is a significant amount of world events reported in the news that seem to me at least, to be managed or arranged for more perp research fitting with what they do to me, or allow me to know about.
2210h
It is knee torquing torture time; that part of the day when my lower leg gets twisted by unseen forces to then put pressure on my knee joint. I shift around and poof, it is over for a minute or less when they get right back at it.
2235h
I have been getting the forced foot twitches, usually simultaneously when a new web page displays, typically with a still photo of someone in the film business, that being the nature of the blogs I was reading at the time. As mentioned above, it isn't always important that I know who the person is, the perps find that just as fascinating.
Time to bail and call this bloggable.
AS I begin this I got a reflux burp whose contents were duly tasted in my mouth, amazing timing, given that starting and ending anything is a big event for the perps to noisestalk or otherwise deploy additional resources; masers, vision impairments, and pain, aka "phenomenon stalking".
I have a trio of ongoing pain games today; the back pain of two weeks ago "somehow" won't go away, and is always in place for getting up or going to bed, also a high noisestalk time. The baseless burn like pain on my right thigh continues off and on, and was joined by knee pain this morning, right through the right knee, and anytime I noted the pain returning through managed (read, externally controlled) shifting of my weight, why, more noisestalking erupted. The sickos seem to be attempting to determine my boundaries of noticing, hence this slow onset pain imposition. They do the same for annoying noises; they sustain the noise, and then noisestalk me at the moment I deem the noise to be annoying and worth plugging my ears for. All very consistent these days, this particular neurological function that they cannot yet fuck with. And as I type this, the mechanically sourced street whistles are going off in rapid succession; as they finished paving on the nearby street rip-up, one would think the noise would of abated, but no, it has increased.
The perps have taken to flashing me with more red plasma; even a subsecond exposure in my central vision is enough to piss me off, and they like to vary the size to see how sensitive I am to this color and all its possible physical parameters. Another game that is of increasing importance for the perps is crumb inundation; my gluten free bread is erupting in crumbs that "arrive" from nowhere, right before my very eyes. And this involves varying crumb colors; black, white, brown and even a near orange color. And if the dispersal pattern, crumb size and color wasn't enough of a game for these assholes, they added a 4" sunlight beam to cast over the plate as I was eating the toast with peanut butter and jam on it. This was another excuse to create grey (shadow) variations over the crumb field, adding yet more variability of physical properties into the analytical mix. Then, someone decided that wasn't enough fuckery, so they added a 4" black hair in my peanut butter to be extracted from the center of its mass, not appearing on the surface at all. I don't have black colored hair, and I have no idea where this would of come from, never minding that it "arrived" in the center of spread peanut butter, and somehow escaped scrutiny when in the jar and being spread. Most likely it arrived after the fact. The incongrous arrival of all hair, most often on just cleaned surfaces, including me, is assigned to the category of "dog hairs", an ironic name as there is no way all these hairs could come from me, though most are colored in the tones of my natural head hair.
1310h
My printer is under assault again, after working fine only a few days ago. It was a map that I wanted from Google, and lo, if it didn't "turn out" sketchy and barely readable. The perps have an ongoing fixation in "dimming down" the representation of things; pictures of known persons, now maps, and all the backlit lighting with intense sunlight being another variant of this fuckery. Obviously, seeing things normally is too much data at once for the assholes; in other words, the normal representation of things "needs" to be fucked with as they cannot handle it. Not my problem, so why am I being fucked with on account of a covert agency's problems, many of which they created in the early going of my developmental years?
The only answer to that is to have an over-revving engine sound off at the time of composing that rhetorical question, as if there is a drag strip around here and there isn't. The city blocks are short and all intersections within two blocks are controlled by traffic lights. Now it is time for the tree chippers to make noise, the steady hum of this morning that is repeating after lunch. Another "response" I got was two flashes of light across my wall and this LCD display, a virtual impossibility being six stories up if one suggests that it was "extraneous" reflections from passing vehicles.
Anyhow, I am off to help out a move; a whole bunch of brown colored boxes to lug and hug, and I know how the perps like to move me around, and this is one of their favorite pastimes; playing with brown objects for them to measure me with. Another example of their "problems", is that they cannot get enough of this color around me, having holed all my brown colored garments.
1415h
Start the noise, I just started to blog again; that is how it goes these days; boundless fascination with everything I do, think or say. Even those terms are absent of meaning, as I suspect nearly all of it is planted per script. They always have gangstalkers in place for every "impetuous" or evasive move I take, though it is easier to monitor me without a vehicle. Such is my lot; a playground for organized psychopaths to play with me, down to whacking me in the dick while shaving this morning. The perps have a inordinant fixation on me shaving, and this task seems to give them trouble in monitoring me as much as they would like. Ergo, enrage the victim again, and all the better when it is done in the mirror, something that is predictable as gangstalking in public, or pounding the ceiling, now in all of the past 8 locations where I have lived with overhead "neighbors". Anyhow, I am off to help out with a move, and this will likely bring more stories to brighten up my existence.
1800h
I am back from my moving helping. The big deal is for the perps to get plenty of brown colored objects near my head, and they succeeded; boxes, particle board furniture and wood all served their purpose. Then some vehicular travel was needed to drop off the UHaul trailer and move more items into storage. I was a passenger in a bright red Honda, and that was plenty of reason to lay on the vehicular gangstalking in substantial numbers. The storage moving took no time, and I was dropped off at my door. There was a "need" for extra paper work, and lo, if hundreds of vehicles didn't pass my while we were waiting amazingly arranged to be driving in front of green and white PVC pipes arranged oppositely. That the pipes were 80' away, and that the perps needed a narrowed view of the loading bay for this vehicular gangstalking to unfold, tells me they have a long way to go. This was essentially emulating the neighborhood dig-ups where they laid green PVC pipe down, only in the horizontal. Essentially, the perps have no fucking idea as to how I energetically react to PVC pipe in all its various colors. And it was no surprise that piece of red plastic "arrived" while we were waiting for the employer to finish up at the storage business office. It was a diversion, and that was about the extent of it, save the helicopters.
While moving the belongings the perps put on a helicopter to loiter for some ten minutes overhead, a large Sikorsky type identical in sound and appearance to those of two days ago, and three days ago. Later, at the storage lockers, the perps put on a smaller black bubble cabin helicopter, perhaps as some relief from using the same one. Who knows, but whoever has arranged them also knows that I like them, which is unlikely to be the sole reason they were arranged. That helicopters play such a large role in other TI's and abductee's harassment, I sense there is more to to it. Perhaps they create a votex that is of interest for disturbing other etheric vortex energies to aid in remotely detecting the few mind control energies they have not yet mastered.
Other events in the moving helping that seemed curiously strange were: taking the trailer into the driveway and then reversing out again and backing it in so the rear door was facing the path into the house- surely to fuck this could of been figured out before they arrived, like every move I have participated in before. I also had a ride in a red vehicle, and when parked among the red-orange UHaul trucks and trailers I also seemed to be bait for some young women gangstalkers "hanging around" in the UHaul driveway, slowly trolling by with a red leather handbag. The driver of the red vehicle claimed not to know where the storage site was and had to pull over and spend some time on the cell phone. This led to the unusual event for me to be in a vehicle parked at the roadside while huge streams of gangstalking and color arranged traffic passed by, and was opposite of a concrete manufacturing operation. There was the other helper, in a red colored waffle shirt, seemed to be strangely familiar, not unlike the intersection assailant last year. Then, when waiting while all the vehicles passed by in front of the two colored PVC pipes, the jawing got onto the topic of rare metals and how even aluminum ladders were being stolen for scrap value. (Ladders are a very common vehicle adornment in this city for seeming harassment operations). Other metals that got a mention were one of the perps favorites, copper. And of course I had been fed recent news stories on automotive catalytic converter theft for their platinum value, surely a big gimme for the script, something that I was screwed out of knowing at the time. Normally the perps let me run my own thoughts as to "this is a setup", or "this was recently planted", and yet they fucked me out of knowing that I was a mind control fuckee when talking about these scripted news stories. Normally the perps let me run this "alernate channel", but fucked me out of if while helping out.
1910h
I have been reading from the Thomas Townsend Brown biography site, a work in progress. I have one blog posted that details a long list of similarities between his habits in the course of being a researcher/physist and that very little is known about him. Anyhow, the perps find much to noisestalk me while I am reading the story, and I have no idea why, as I often get noisestalked when I read a name, be it a celebrity, city or geographic name, or even if the person has deceased. So it would seem that troving through biographies is a big event for the perps, and it is mighty curious as to what is going on. The planted message is that they work for the "boy scouts", a metaphor for being honest and progressive, but that is about the last characterization I would assign to them. I have mentioned past news events, many of them of tragic proportions, where their dark hand maybe at work or is at least oddly coincidental to what they do to me. I don't want to get into all the "designed coincidences" that I suspect as it is too detailed for presentation here. Suffice to say, there is a significant amount of world events reported in the news that seem to me at least, to be managed or arranged for more perp research fitting with what they do to me, or allow me to know about.
2210h
It is knee torquing torture time; that part of the day when my lower leg gets twisted by unseen forces to then put pressure on my knee joint. I shift around and poof, it is over for a minute or less when they get right back at it.
2235h
I have been getting the forced foot twitches, usually simultaneously when a new web page displays, typically with a still photo of someone in the film business, that being the nature of the blogs I was reading at the time. As mentioned above, it isn't always important that I know who the person is, the perps find that just as fascinating.
Time to bail and call this bloggable.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Ten Hour Sleeps
1230h
That is four ten hour sleeps in succession, something that I didn't think I was capable of, as eight hours is plenty enough. But for some reason, I am getting up at about 0900h and having the sunshine beat through the window and onto my breakfast activity each of those days. There seems to be a consistency about it; cereal bowl in sunshine, me not; then on the next day, the cereal bowl is in the shade, as am I, with an intervening sunshine beam between, so all spoonfuls pass through this beam, and so it goes. Today, if one believes in this controlled environment that is not of my making or cooperative participation, was for a shaded sky, reduced sunlight, but still casting a faint beam across the breakfast activity.
Another consistency of late is the lesion bleeding stunt; not only am I given a lesion of no known origin going by my past history, but it bleeds by itself each night that I wash my face with the specialized Neutrogena oily skin soap. This is the lesion that was created under my left lip about a week ago. My fingers or hands do not hang up on this lesion or otherwise provoke injury, but over three consecutive nights it bleeds anyway. This is the same lesion for which I can run a shaving razor over each morning (likely a controlled event too), and is not injured in any way. And as it "so happens", the steptic pencil will not stop this imposed bloodletting, and I am obliged to use the white towels to staunch the flow. Thankfully these aren't 30 minute events like one particular blood flow that erupted from the top of my nose from no ostensible cause, but it makes for a high turnover for towels. And with the red on the white towels, it does bring back the vehicle color combinations that have been included in past blog postings, not to mention the ubiquity of vehicles backing up, red brake lights and white backup lights on, that erupt in my vicinity, usually for me to see. Another pattern of color combinations that the perps find significant utility in for their nonconsensual experimentation games.
I noticed an additional lesion was created on my forehead in the night, again by some magical properties of unknown origin and method. Also on the left side.
1645h
A post-teatime siren noise event, plus chirping tires and loud mufflered vehicles all at the same time. No word yet why the emergency vehicles use this podunk street as their major thoroughfare route, but I don't expect such anyhow.
I am getting the constant jabbing of a mysterious something in the palm of my right hand. This "from-nowhere" intermittent pain started over a week ago, and at that time there was a piece of metal that somehow arrived there. I plucked the metal off, but lo, if that wasn't the "reason" for this enduring pain, of a minor level, with no kind of surficial expression, such as a zit or boil. Another never-before event, transient pain from the same location without an apparent causal site.
This is the post-teatime digestion period, having had my 100g of chocolate, for which I have no say as to whether I need it or not, I don't, and that serves as the noisestalking bait while eating a brown colored food. Regular readers will know that the perps are totaly fixated on this color, and all its sites and in all substances especially inside the human body. The topic is covered in the Essential Introductory Postings, and hasn't changed much since. Rarely is there a brown colored vehicle in a gangstalking pod, and if there is, it is a tan, or light metallic brown color. I reckon with the increase of tan vehicles that the perps must be making some progress. As one's brain is no more than an inch away from the roof of one's mouth, I reckon the chocolate, and other brown colored foods, are of huge interest when being eaten. Certainly the digestion period is unabashedly noise and phenonmenon stalked. And there have been more food "hangups" on the roof of my mouth, where it gets "stuck" for longer than would occur normally. And this might also explain the perps habit of arming their operatives with lit cigarettes, as these would be brown substances with a white wrapper that are moved about with respect to one's mouth and adjacent neural structures. Just my theory, though there is a supporting story my aunt told me about childhood development that also substantiates the story and why the perps are so freaking nuts about chasing me down with the color brown, usually after a suitable warm-up period where other colors have been presented, and blonde women too.
At teatime, about an hour ago, I also noted that I was totally mind-controlled in making some tongue movements that I would not ordinarily do. The chocolate was on the tip of my tongue, and my tongue was directed to push against the left cheek, and then the right cheek immediately following. This is something I don't do as it does not add anything to the effort to eat or digest one's food, and was a blatant act of mind-control to serve the needs of the gangs that created the fucking problem with the color brown in the first place. There has been at least one past instance when I was screwed into eating a brown cookie about the time my duaghter was departing, and then wishing my daughter well with cheek to cheek contact. Funny how that worked out then, with the thankless sickos arranging the stunt at a church do at Christmas time.
1725h
The overhead pounding has started up, and it is accompanied by a raspy and loud mufflered vehicle from outside. The one-two noise punch. As of two days ago, a vibratory noise was added into the mix, as if something, and I don't know what it could be, vibrates as the pounding occurs. Just another noise augmentation, and perhaps something is vibrating too, as pounding on 6" or more of concrete above just doen't do it anymore. Fucking stupid, and this from the idiots playing games with planted crumbs and creating extra turbulent milk with the breakfast cereal.
Yesterday, after viewing some 60 Minutes footage of interviews with Mick Jagger of the Rolling Stones, it crossed my mind (or it could of been a planted thought), that he looked Reptilian in close-up, something I hadn't noted before. As soon as that thought surfaced, I got a plasma puff in my face, I was blanked out for a second, and it felt like my entire brain was frozen and I couldn't move for about two more seconds. It was at least a three simultaneous phenomenon event, and was obviously near and dear to the assholes who keep running my life for me with family abettance, never minding the legions of operatives that swarm about me in public. I did not express anything out loud, it was only a passing thought, but they jumped all over me for it. Find a clinical answer for that, those who continue to hide behind this excuse.
2045h
A succession of loud mufflered vehicles are transiting by, or a fecsimilie thereof. A long trail off, or sound decay seems to be important for these ongoing noise flurries, at least 5 per minute. Sometimes there is a coincident plasma flash to go with the noise.
2100h
A zap in the knee with a coincident plasma projection from the LCD display, then overhead bouncing ball bearings noise. Unusual for an apartment with carpeted floors.
11-25-2007h
1045h
Another forced "forget" in posting this blog entry last night. And another repeat of the above mentioned bleeding lesion when washing my face, the fourth consecutive night, and as before, I did not snag or otherwise perturb it. Now that I have three blooded white towels in four days, it was time to put on a laundry load, this time without all the usual clothes for the week. I can only surmise that the combination of clothes that is in the laundry is of significance, as it is constantly being modified. Once per week laundry and all the past disruptions over this haven't yet satisfied the mind-keepers. It is high time that they pissed with their own laundry and not mine. Maybe they should stick to my out-of-town brother's; he runs a commercial laundry.
That is four ten hour sleeps in succession, something that I didn't think I was capable of, as eight hours is plenty enough. But for some reason, I am getting up at about 0900h and having the sunshine beat through the window and onto my breakfast activity each of those days. There seems to be a consistency about it; cereal bowl in sunshine, me not; then on the next day, the cereal bowl is in the shade, as am I, with an intervening sunshine beam between, so all spoonfuls pass through this beam, and so it goes. Today, if one believes in this controlled environment that is not of my making or cooperative participation, was for a shaded sky, reduced sunlight, but still casting a faint beam across the breakfast activity.
Another consistency of late is the lesion bleeding stunt; not only am I given a lesion of no known origin going by my past history, but it bleeds by itself each night that I wash my face with the specialized Neutrogena oily skin soap. This is the lesion that was created under my left lip about a week ago. My fingers or hands do not hang up on this lesion or otherwise provoke injury, but over three consecutive nights it bleeds anyway. This is the same lesion for which I can run a shaving razor over each morning (likely a controlled event too), and is not injured in any way. And as it "so happens", the steptic pencil will not stop this imposed bloodletting, and I am obliged to use the white towels to staunch the flow. Thankfully these aren't 30 minute events like one particular blood flow that erupted from the top of my nose from no ostensible cause, but it makes for a high turnover for towels. And with the red on the white towels, it does bring back the vehicle color combinations that have been included in past blog postings, not to mention the ubiquity of vehicles backing up, red brake lights and white backup lights on, that erupt in my vicinity, usually for me to see. Another pattern of color combinations that the perps find significant utility in for their nonconsensual experimentation games.
I noticed an additional lesion was created on my forehead in the night, again by some magical properties of unknown origin and method. Also on the left side.
1645h
A post-teatime siren noise event, plus chirping tires and loud mufflered vehicles all at the same time. No word yet why the emergency vehicles use this podunk street as their major thoroughfare route, but I don't expect such anyhow.
I am getting the constant jabbing of a mysterious something in the palm of my right hand. This "from-nowhere" intermittent pain started over a week ago, and at that time there was a piece of metal that somehow arrived there. I plucked the metal off, but lo, if that wasn't the "reason" for this enduring pain, of a minor level, with no kind of surficial expression, such as a zit or boil. Another never-before event, transient pain from the same location without an apparent causal site.
This is the post-teatime digestion period, having had my 100g of chocolate, for which I have no say as to whether I need it or not, I don't, and that serves as the noisestalking bait while eating a brown colored food. Regular readers will know that the perps are totaly fixated on this color, and all its sites and in all substances especially inside the human body. The topic is covered in the Essential Introductory Postings, and hasn't changed much since. Rarely is there a brown colored vehicle in a gangstalking pod, and if there is, it is a tan, or light metallic brown color. I reckon with the increase of tan vehicles that the perps must be making some progress. As one's brain is no more than an inch away from the roof of one's mouth, I reckon the chocolate, and other brown colored foods, are of huge interest when being eaten. Certainly the digestion period is unabashedly noise and phenonmenon stalked. And there have been more food "hangups" on the roof of my mouth, where it gets "stuck" for longer than would occur normally. And this might also explain the perps habit of arming their operatives with lit cigarettes, as these would be brown substances with a white wrapper that are moved about with respect to one's mouth and adjacent neural structures. Just my theory, though there is a supporting story my aunt told me about childhood development that also substantiates the story and why the perps are so freaking nuts about chasing me down with the color brown, usually after a suitable warm-up period where other colors have been presented, and blonde women too.
At teatime, about an hour ago, I also noted that I was totally mind-controlled in making some tongue movements that I would not ordinarily do. The chocolate was on the tip of my tongue, and my tongue was directed to push against the left cheek, and then the right cheek immediately following. This is something I don't do as it does not add anything to the effort to eat or digest one's food, and was a blatant act of mind-control to serve the needs of the gangs that created the fucking problem with the color brown in the first place. There has been at least one past instance when I was screwed into eating a brown cookie about the time my duaghter was departing, and then wishing my daughter well with cheek to cheek contact. Funny how that worked out then, with the thankless sickos arranging the stunt at a church do at Christmas time.
1725h
The overhead pounding has started up, and it is accompanied by a raspy and loud mufflered vehicle from outside. The one-two noise punch. As of two days ago, a vibratory noise was added into the mix, as if something, and I don't know what it could be, vibrates as the pounding occurs. Just another noise augmentation, and perhaps something is vibrating too, as pounding on 6" or more of concrete above just doen't do it anymore. Fucking stupid, and this from the idiots playing games with planted crumbs and creating extra turbulent milk with the breakfast cereal.
Yesterday, after viewing some 60 Minutes footage of interviews with Mick Jagger of the Rolling Stones, it crossed my mind (or it could of been a planted thought), that he looked Reptilian in close-up, something I hadn't noted before. As soon as that thought surfaced, I got a plasma puff in my face, I was blanked out for a second, and it felt like my entire brain was frozen and I couldn't move for about two more seconds. It was at least a three simultaneous phenomenon event, and was obviously near and dear to the assholes who keep running my life for me with family abettance, never minding the legions of operatives that swarm about me in public. I did not express anything out loud, it was only a passing thought, but they jumped all over me for it. Find a clinical answer for that, those who continue to hide behind this excuse.
2045h
A succession of loud mufflered vehicles are transiting by, or a fecsimilie thereof. A long trail off, or sound decay seems to be important for these ongoing noise flurries, at least 5 per minute. Sometimes there is a coincident plasma flash to go with the noise.
2100h
A zap in the knee with a coincident plasma projection from the LCD display, then overhead bouncing ball bearings noise. Unusual for an apartment with carpeted floors.
11-25-2007h
1045h
Another forced "forget" in posting this blog entry last night. And another repeat of the above mentioned bleeding lesion when washing my face, the fourth consecutive night, and as before, I did not snag or otherwise perturb it. Now that I have three blooded white towels in four days, it was time to put on a laundry load, this time without all the usual clothes for the week. I can only surmise that the combination of clothes that is in the laundry is of significance, as it is constantly being modified. Once per week laundry and all the past disruptions over this haven't yet satisfied the mind-keepers. It is high time that they pissed with their own laundry and not mine. Maybe they should stick to my out-of-town brother's; he runs a commercial laundry.
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