1500h
I have never normally napped in the afternoon (or other times), but today I was put through my successive nap, this time sleeping on the bed with the just laundered bedsheets. And as laundry is such a big deal for my tormentors, I shouldn't be so surprised about the nap attacks. And the outside noise, putative traffic that cannot be seen anytime I look, has been cranked up to bet through my earmuffs for longer trail-off durations. Any kind of hearing protection should cause rapid attenuation of noise, but now, these ear muffs don't. Just another anomaly.
It is a shut-in day until I head out at 1715h to the part time cleaning job at a local car dealership. I suspect the gangstalkers will be out in force then if past events are prolog, which they usually are.
1540h
Even the not-so-loud noises such as Vespas, a buzzy noise scooter, are somehow getting through my earmuffs today, and I suspect, for the longer term. The big deal of this is to have me take the earmuffs off and put my fingers in my ears to quell the ongoing noise absurdities. And to no surprise, they know how long to make the noise before I take the earmuffs off, and usually the noise is just short of that duration.
I am getting blanked out again as to what I wanted to type, so I will pass for now on attempting to journal.
1640h
A big roar of a hotrod erupts outside as I read a rather scurrilous comment that I rejected in my capacity as comments moderator. For the benefit of the author, who accuses me of being unobjective, I don't know where you get that from, not having communicated with me before. I suspect such unbidden virulence just might be the root cause of just what you accuse me of. How about declaring your clinical credentials before you spout off? Or perhaps demonstrating what you have read? The shrill shill perhaps, and thank goodness for moderated comment pages.
And constant noise from vehicles outside this entire afternoon, as before, strangely getting through my earmuffs for longer durations than a few days ago. It has been one of those days today, a near serial stream of hotrod noise, bad muffler maintenance, heavy duty vehicles and now the motorcycle noise to make sure I don't forget them. Any time I have looked outside for the causal vehicles there hasn't been one, and the noise dies down. Just the usual perversity, and plus the increased surreality that seems to have escalated in the last few days.
2135h
An extra vacuuming shift at the part time cleaning job tonight. Vacuum cleaning devices and vehicles have been a huge part of the perp scene, though I wouldn't say it was harassment per se. I do get extra gangstalking when handling the vacuum cleaner, and today, an brown wearing gangstalker standing next to a stack of brown boxes in the most absurd place, hampering egress in this very tight hallway section between Sales and the Service garage. And also, there were plenty more brown boxes constricting the aisleways in the Parts section, and even a shopping basket full of brown cardboard parts boxes ust where I kneel down to empty the garbage of one recepticle. Can the perps get enough brown things around me? Probably not, and all the more pointed when in the LD store on the way back.
A negro woman with some kind of fugly blue kerchief in her hair was my pedestrian crossing gangstalker at the traffic control, and then she "happened" to show up in the aisle I was in, and then also showed up in the same checkout behind me, with another brown skinned specimen in between, an E. Indian woman. The latter woman was also doing the same aisle gangstalking, and it seemed the two of them were alternating going down the aisle, with me finally leading them, and lo, if they didn't fall into the same checkout line, one of two that were open. I suppose the chocolate that I had in my shopping basket might have been an attraction, a local brown colored substance that serves as a reference for other "brown stalkers" perhaps. I can never get out of the LD store fast enough as it has always been an extra intense gangstalking scene in there, and that goes back to the early days of the intensified 2002 harassment. I was there when they did a wholesale replacement of all the customers, and a coordinated surge of the more odd looking ones arrived in their place. In the middle of the surge was this dude standing there with some kind of protective glasses on, not even bothering to appear to be shopping, and seemingly ready for some kind of altercation (no coat on when it was winter time). Not that there was any reason, and nor did I provoke anyone or take any such action. The mind feed of the moment was that he was a martial arts trained operative, though I have no idea why he was dispatched as the centerpiece of a gangstalker surge at the time. I haven't seen anything quite so odd since, this "flash mob" with a central sentry looking like he was braced for a fight. And I have no idea as to what the circumstances were that the perps needed this more threatening display, but it seems that 2002 was the year they threw everything at me, hoping for quick results. Recall that at the outset (04-15-2002) they had taken me somewhere for some four to ten hours, and my recollection is that I was carried aloft and then out out down in my own apartment. Very strange, but whatever they did they scrambled my recall order of what happened when, and it has taken some years to put this back in sequence. And they took my watch off me so I didn't have any time references. My watch and the rest of my pocket contents were put in my shoes, which is something I had not done, so it was mighty curious as to how they got there, never mind who had appeared to have searched the apartment in my absence. And here we are, incrementally making remotely applied mind control advances seven years later. Which begs the question, what were these assholes thinking when they tore up my life with constant overt abuse and gangstalking in 2002? As always, I will be the last to know; I suspect they knew this long haul was coming, but were looking to expedite their research with whatever they did to me when removing me from my apartment.
2250h
More pretend PC building, looking at motherboards should the money ever drop from the sky. Though it has occured to me that this may be serving the perps' needs, these reviews of circuit boards, memory slots, cabling, connectors and the like. And it does make me ponder just what the grand plan is, as so many of these motherboard recieving slots are various colors; orange, yellow, blue, black, white etc. The perps wiped out my ever reliable Tripp Lite (?) power bar a while back, and it was replaced with a lesser store bought one that was of white colored plastic with grey slots that covered off the recieving prong holes for "safety", causing me to wonder if there was a perp reason behind this. That is, to extrapolate their relentless interest in all things' colors, could the color of the wire sheathing, circuit board, recepticles, and all electronic devices have some kind of bearing on their experimentation/harassment objectives? Very possibly; at their seeming local HQ (they tell me), perched on a commanding hilltop and littered with all manner of aerials, I noticed they replaced a brown colored partial masking facade with a white one. I assume they also let me in on this, as it was brown colored one week, and white the next, and without any apparent work crew, which suggests that they may have used some extra-conventional means to change the color. I reckon at least some of the communication gear would have passed through this facade, so perhaps there was some kind of brown color interaction they wanted to eliminate. All speculative to be sure, save the fact that the perps are nuts over the color brown, and that the color of everything seems to be of such critical importance to them.
Related to the color of PC wiring, I have also ordered and installed bundled IDE cables in past PC's, and within a few months the PC "failed" and the repairman pulled them out and put back the normal ribbon cables to connect hard drives and other devices. The failure wasn't related to the IDE cables, it is just that the repair was a used as a wire/cable change that I didn't ask for or need. That is how it goes sometimes, things get changed on you and one doesn't get the parts back. I had a Nexus CPU cooler that was ordered and then installed by the PC repair personnel, and was later "disappeared" when this PC was rebuilt with a new motherboard and a stock Intel CPU cooler. Other supposed repair shop modifications have been a routed groove in the plastic facia of the case, which was later deepened to be a slot, then some months later the slot was filled in with a transparent fill, as if a window, to see the LED lights that had also mysteriously arrived. That is the short story on my PC repairs, which I haven't attempted since 2004 as the perps cause my fingers to shake and fumble for just that activity alone, that I cannot perform it. It seems they must have my PC removed from my premises for a time, and do whatever they need to do, and then have some "fallow time" with the new parts and modifications before I get the PC back. Regular readers may recall the time that I had a new glossy black Antec Solo case with all the extant PC parts installed, and lo, if the gangstalking vehicle beside me for the last two city blocks wasn't also glossy black in color before I got to the apartment entrance. Enough riffing on the color theme, and time to call this one done.
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Friday, April 24, 2009
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Extended Siren Games
1130h
Another siren event, though it remains "out of sight", but should be viewable for how loud it was. This is the usual downtown games that are put on for my benefit, and they started last night while keeping me awake in bed, putting on one to two second long siren chirps, a new feature in the practice of the supposed LEO's (Law Enforcement Organizations). As referenced often in these blog postings, this is some kind of projected sound, as no such vehicles are apparent.
This is a result of whatever plans are in place, and it seems that adding a light misty rain into the deal, is part of the equation, the same as yesterday's occurence at dusk onset, surely one of the prime witching hours for perp activities. And note, as of Thursday, three days ago, the forecast was for entended sunshine through the weekend to Monday (tomorrow), with only a 10% chance of precipitation. Just another variation of perp centric activity in my view, and I don't like to speculate on the long past and the various weather systems that "happened", as there is a long trend of curious coincidences. Never mind what happens elsewhere in the world as well, the recent tornadoes in Kansas are tragic, though interestingly, it was at Greensburg where they have a world class metorite collection. Another aspect of tornades I learned is sometimes they get intense enough that a green plasma field accompanies the vortex, and regular readers will know how frequent that phenomenon is in my circumstances; every waking nanosecond, and then some. If anyone knows of a good tornado research site let me know, I have heard of strange juxtapositions of object can occur; e.g. wood embedded in a pane of glass for instance. As this is some kind of vortex (aka ether) energy, it does not surprise me from what I have seen been encapsulated in a heavy magnetic field all the time (measured in 2002 at > 200 Gauss), and this is theideal environment to control plasma and magnetic beams, which I see all the time.
1330h
I am getting an early pickup to aid driving my mother to Walmart, the store that I least like, for her to develop photographs. Not that she is much of a photographer, and I suspect that she will always be a film camera user, as she has at least 3 decades of adverse technophobia invested in this technology, so why complicate matters with digital photographs that have even more abstract technical qualities?
Anyhow, I have made a pointless visit to the LD photo counter with her before, and as I see this, it is just another harassment excursion where there seems to be something important about how we each identify colors, movement, and whatever associations we each have with visual appearances, in the photographs. This could be the perp's reason, or it could be something to do with all those photo developing chemicals that would be nearby.
Some bullshit humming "arrived" outside my door, and also "somehow" penetrated my hearing protection, even if there was no difference in the effort being made. The point being is that my earmuffs and what volume I hear all these planted noises is totally controlled, and any protective device can be immediately dispensed with.
This will be a short blog today, as I am due to go onto the Feral Family for dinner tonight, and watch the two central contributing quislings (aka parents) move their feet together in unison, apparently independently as they are viewing the television, or otherwise play with their feet. My father specializes in the latter game; removing socks, changing into slippers, taking them off, putting them on etc. There is something the assholes do not understand about feet and its energetic interactions, likely with floor or ground surfaces such as concrete and ashphalt. (And as I typed the last "c" word, some tinkling glass noise "erupted" from the hallway, not unlike the last residence location, the putative rooming house. I think this new concrete apartment block will need a new title before long). This may explain why the assholes are gangstalking me at building entry and exit so often, even posting their operatives to stand behind the door while I am opening it. Fucking weird to be sure. Then that same behind-the-door fucker from the rooming house "shows up" at the grocery store in one of my first days after move-in to this new location. The perps are also keeping me wearing the same footwear and socks; the runners with the heavy wool socks, which are also handy for distributing small wool "dust bunnies" around my place, this and the last one.
Another grinding day of "street noise", with the addition of near continuous church bells, as I am closer to the cathedral, and their sound may even be legit. The bells were ringing May 01, and yesteday, May 05 as well. As stated in past blogs, creating noise and physical object vibration simultaneously is the holy grail of the perp's energetics research, of which I was consigned to take a central role, without being asked, and being held captive to this abusive venality all the time. If someone had told me that large billion dollar per year clandestine organizations operate in total violation of the law (of all Western democracies at least) for every second of their existence, I never would of believed them until all this shit reigned down on me five years ago and is still continously applied. It is fucking sick and depraved what they are doing, and I know so little about it.
Another siren event, though it remains "out of sight", but should be viewable for how loud it was. This is the usual downtown games that are put on for my benefit, and they started last night while keeping me awake in bed, putting on one to two second long siren chirps, a new feature in the practice of the supposed LEO's (Law Enforcement Organizations). As referenced often in these blog postings, this is some kind of projected sound, as no such vehicles are apparent.
This is a result of whatever plans are in place, and it seems that adding a light misty rain into the deal, is part of the equation, the same as yesterday's occurence at dusk onset, surely one of the prime witching hours for perp activities. And note, as of Thursday, three days ago, the forecast was for entended sunshine through the weekend to Monday (tomorrow), with only a 10% chance of precipitation. Just another variation of perp centric activity in my view, and I don't like to speculate on the long past and the various weather systems that "happened", as there is a long trend of curious coincidences. Never mind what happens elsewhere in the world as well, the recent tornadoes in Kansas are tragic, though interestingly, it was at Greensburg where they have a world class metorite collection. Another aspect of tornades I learned is sometimes they get intense enough that a green plasma field accompanies the vortex, and regular readers will know how frequent that phenomenon is in my circumstances; every waking nanosecond, and then some. If anyone knows of a good tornado research site let me know, I have heard of strange juxtapositions of object can occur; e.g. wood embedded in a pane of glass for instance. As this is some kind of vortex (aka ether) energy, it does not surprise me from what I have seen been encapsulated in a heavy magnetic field all the time (measured in 2002 at > 200 Gauss), and this is theideal environment to control plasma and magnetic beams, which I see all the time.
1330h
I am getting an early pickup to aid driving my mother to Walmart, the store that I least like, for her to develop photographs. Not that she is much of a photographer, and I suspect that she will always be a film camera user, as she has at least 3 decades of adverse technophobia invested in this technology, so why complicate matters with digital photographs that have even more abstract technical qualities?
Anyhow, I have made a pointless visit to the LD photo counter with her before, and as I see this, it is just another harassment excursion where there seems to be something important about how we each identify colors, movement, and whatever associations we each have with visual appearances, in the photographs. This could be the perp's reason, or it could be something to do with all those photo developing chemicals that would be nearby.
Some bullshit humming "arrived" outside my door, and also "somehow" penetrated my hearing protection, even if there was no difference in the effort being made. The point being is that my earmuffs and what volume I hear all these planted noises is totally controlled, and any protective device can be immediately dispensed with.
This will be a short blog today, as I am due to go onto the Feral Family for dinner tonight, and watch the two central contributing quislings (aka parents) move their feet together in unison, apparently independently as they are viewing the television, or otherwise play with their feet. My father specializes in the latter game; removing socks, changing into slippers, taking them off, putting them on etc. There is something the assholes do not understand about feet and its energetic interactions, likely with floor or ground surfaces such as concrete and ashphalt. (And as I typed the last "c" word, some tinkling glass noise "erupted" from the hallway, not unlike the last residence location, the putative rooming house. I think this new concrete apartment block will need a new title before long). This may explain why the assholes are gangstalking me at building entry and exit so often, even posting their operatives to stand behind the door while I am opening it. Fucking weird to be sure. Then that same behind-the-door fucker from the rooming house "shows up" at the grocery store in one of my first days after move-in to this new location. The perps are also keeping me wearing the same footwear and socks; the runners with the heavy wool socks, which are also handy for distributing small wool "dust bunnies" around my place, this and the last one.
Another grinding day of "street noise", with the addition of near continuous church bells, as I am closer to the cathedral, and their sound may even be legit. The bells were ringing May 01, and yesteday, May 05 as well. As stated in past blogs, creating noise and physical object vibration simultaneously is the holy grail of the perp's energetics research, of which I was consigned to take a central role, without being asked, and being held captive to this abusive venality all the time. If someone had told me that large billion dollar per year clandestine organizations operate in total violation of the law (of all Western democracies at least) for every second of their existence, I never would of believed them until all this shit reigned down on me five years ago and is still continously applied. It is fucking sick and depraved what they are doing, and I know so little about it.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Post Monday Fall Out
1655h
As predicted, because last night is a Monday, the perps kept up their intensified harassment to the end by keeping me awake for over an hour in bed, flipping my head from one side to the other, and listening to the orchestrated grunts and groans of putative residents of this rooming house, as well as vehicular traffic that repeats on each side that I am lying on.
I am getting about the 20th loud mufflered vehicle "happening" to be within earshot over the past half hour. Some room shaking is augmenting this noise flurry, as is the wind and the orchestrated window rattling noise. This latter noise is a new feature, only happening since two weeks ago. It is amazing how many more noises have "surfaced" as regular daily events in the past three months, the floorboard squeaking being another. No floorboards squeaked when I first checked out the room, and now they magically do, under the bed, and exactly where I stand to cook and open the fridge. Nothing new as to the circumstances of squeaky floors.
It was a wildland restoration outing morning, followed by a lunch at the drop-in center, and then a yoga session with the very red colored stomach contents from lunch. Naturally each of those exercises was fraught with gangstalkers and other feints that fit the pattern of harassment, and for starters, I got family lookalikes as I entered the drop-in center property.
As I entered the gateway (narrowed path), a gangstalker with a cigarette "happened" to be walking away from the drop-in center, and we crossed paths at exactly the narrow gateway. And this fucker had the height and posture of my father, as well as wearing the same colored coat as me, an olive drab color. At first glance I took him to be a morph-over of my father, but one can never be sure.
Then as I was about to ascend the stairs, a brother lookalike also "happened" to be coming down the stairs to where I was. He had a bigger gut, and wasn't quite the same facially, but as I have seen my brother, without benefit of a morph-over, on missions before, he very well could of been the second perp-helping asshole.
Later, he parked his bald head in the gazebo where the smokers hang out, and the window behind him happened to be removed, and there was a view of his bald head, and a gangstalker/operative on each side of my view, like sentries again. And it does seem to me that the sentry's job is to obstruct my field of view at times, as they do this on the bus and have an operative stand where there are plenty of seats and talk to the driver (likely an operative too).
Anyhow, the first two gangstalkers I see in close at the drop-in center are family lookalikes, both in height, form and a general look, and both had cigarettes in hand, the "space-time" ripper as J K Harms calls any fire or combustive event.
When setting off to the drop-in center from this putative rooming house, as I opened the door, an operative was headed straight for me 2' asway, looking backwards with his navy blue hoodie up, and there was nothing of significance to see. One likely result of this stunt was to have the fucker pass me on my right side, a situation the gangstalkers assiduously attempt everywhere I go. And usually, they follow a color sequence, getting their operatives to act like ambulatory idiots. Never in my life have I seen something so idiotic as approaching a door looking backwards at fuck all.
Another stunt of the perps this morning was to have an oncoming ambulatory gangstalker with a ball cap on with a race-variable look. They put a big shadow under his ball cap so he looked black from 40' away, then at 20' away his face looked brownish like an Asian, then at 10' away, he was Caucasian (finally). The perps haven't played this one for a few weeks, but it was clever, dicking with the lighting on this asshole's face and planting the notion that is was a race based appearance and not this fucking stunt again, one I would of remembered if I hadn't been mind-fucked out of it. It was a combination walk he had; both a gamey leg and a waddle, when I usually only get one or the other.
At yoga, they changed up the mats and had me 90 degrees offset from the usual orientation. They put on two fat women in class this time, one who had been wearing some atrocious red-orange clashing coats and sweaters beforehand, and no doubt her presence was to provide "red glow' from her pre-class wardrobe. And the perps always make me look at the overflowing flesh at some point as it spills out from between garments, e.g. shirt and pants.
The tubby guy in a burgundy red shirt of last week's yoga class was mercifully not there, and my negative reaction to the sight of him might have been the reason. The perps will pull anyone in my proximity to whom I have an adverse reaction to, and most of the time I am not aware of it. I get reminded when someone makes an exit from my environs, or otherwise lies low. As it so happened, this tubby fucker glared at me before the class, and that may have been a purposeful event to precipitate a negative response. I really don't know what the perps are fishing for exactly, but there are no end of stunts to set me up for a negative response, often in the proximity of blonde women. It could quite possibly be an aura comparison attempt the perps are attempting.
I have learned all these negative reaction demographics from the perps and all the stunts they pull with the dress and appearance of the gangstalkers/operatives. Very often they will bring in a black person at the end of my journey, or else sneak them in behind me. And also, they will color match them to proximate vehicles and other landscape features. It is all very fascinating, and the all-time deliberate stunt was to have a woman dressed as an 1950's style nurse step out ahead of me, and turn and face me oncoming on the sidewalk. Only then did I, or was lead to understand, that there might have been a long-past health care worker traumatization that the perps were attempting to elicit a response to. Even since, they have been putting on full white dressed gangstalkers, a very odd color choice in this city.
And the yoga instructor is going to Australia for two weeks; it is simply amazing how many people around me get to go on a holiday in short order. I am a total gift machine for all involved assholes, shills and other detritus that circulate around me, and I am extremely pissed off that my life is in the public domain, much of which I don't even know in any detail, never mind any compensation.
Another redi-mix truck was in the vehicular gangstalk formation when transiting to Government House for the wildland work. And lo, if the street cleaner wasn't ahead of me as well, cleaning the side streets I pass as I walk along the thoroughfare of clustered vehicles in their assigned formations.
1845h
It is pound the house time, only 20 minutes after I have eaten brown colored tortillas, so that gives me a clue that the perps somehow lose track of the foods I eat in terms of their energetics. And they will of course change color in the digestion process, and past readers will know that the perps are nuts over the color of everything I see, and seem to have problems with red, green, brown and yellow the most, and often insert black, white and grey colors, usually in the form of vehicles, to act as some kind of reference base. They have had their operatives walk around me with large black or white panels on occasion, and sometimes the odd dinner plate as well.
1910h
It is now dusk time for the perps to put on more beserk harassment. This time in the form of blocking my access to the Firefox browser tabs, at least for a minute or so, I was navigationally frozen. And they often use this as an excuse into mindfucking me to shutting the whole system down and then "begetting" more fuckery on the next boot up. One stunt leads to creating the cover for the next.
And after playing around with flare colors on my glasses, something they do all the time, but rarely to the level of annoyance, they have decided to add a reflective glow to my left hand as it sits over the keyboard. And there is someone in the next door bathroom doing the gangstalking through the wall while I battle this sudden flurry of sick minded harassment.
1925h
And as I scratch a perp created nose itch, someone slammed the house again, sending vibrations into my room. As always, the timing of the "coincidences" is stellar.
2120h
I have had some relative quiet for the last hour or so, once the building knocking activity was over. There seems to be coincident noises, albeit muted, when I am reading web pages on alternate energy, especially solar and wind power. I don't own any property, so this new found interest does not fit my current circumstances, and this leads me to wonder just who's idea is this.
Anyhow, masers are flitting about as I type, and I am getting severe typo harassment.
2215h
More typo fuckery in keying in the time. I am getting some strange effects; an electric like sensation on the left side of my teeth, and some kind of annoying pain in my left femur (thighbone) with the addition of knee torquing. The assholes twist my leg below my knee to then create pain that registers in the brain regions of interest to them, which is intended to continue their research into whatever the fuck it is that they are after, as if trashing my life isn't enough after sabotaging it for 47 years. It is fucking sick/
And tonight I got a call from a TI some 90 miles away in Nanaimo. She has success in taking the game to the gangstalkers, the only harassment she gets. And she takes a spiritual approach to the situation, which she claims defeats their game. And I got the "depressed" angle again, but my defence is that if every second on your life is monitored, surveilled and controlled, then there are not many prospects for happiness, especially when it is not allowed. And the assholes took away the most helpful medication I was taking, despite the evidence of a SPECT scan that I had.
The phone call died by way of power loss on her side, so nothing was resolved. I still don't know what the deal is; is she shilling for the perps, or just doesn't get it as to how polluted my life is? I am not allowed any self determination; this whole life is scripted. And in 2006 they learned how to access specific details in my recall, so now that is played by remote application of energetics. Anyway, it is another "don't get it", as I explained to her that all my life that I have this inability to bring all the matters to mind, and from what I can tell, it always served the purpose at the time, in the context of consistent lifelong harassment scenarios.
Time to blog off, and put these mysteries behind me, that is, if I have a choice in the matter.
As predicted, because last night is a Monday, the perps kept up their intensified harassment to the end by keeping me awake for over an hour in bed, flipping my head from one side to the other, and listening to the orchestrated grunts and groans of putative residents of this rooming house, as well as vehicular traffic that repeats on each side that I am lying on.
I am getting about the 20th loud mufflered vehicle "happening" to be within earshot over the past half hour. Some room shaking is augmenting this noise flurry, as is the wind and the orchestrated window rattling noise. This latter noise is a new feature, only happening since two weeks ago. It is amazing how many more noises have "surfaced" as regular daily events in the past three months, the floorboard squeaking being another. No floorboards squeaked when I first checked out the room, and now they magically do, under the bed, and exactly where I stand to cook and open the fridge. Nothing new as to the circumstances of squeaky floors.
It was a wildland restoration outing morning, followed by a lunch at the drop-in center, and then a yoga session with the very red colored stomach contents from lunch. Naturally each of those exercises was fraught with gangstalkers and other feints that fit the pattern of harassment, and for starters, I got family lookalikes as I entered the drop-in center property.
As I entered the gateway (narrowed path), a gangstalker with a cigarette "happened" to be walking away from the drop-in center, and we crossed paths at exactly the narrow gateway. And this fucker had the height and posture of my father, as well as wearing the same colored coat as me, an olive drab color. At first glance I took him to be a morph-over of my father, but one can never be sure.
Then as I was about to ascend the stairs, a brother lookalike also "happened" to be coming down the stairs to where I was. He had a bigger gut, and wasn't quite the same facially, but as I have seen my brother, without benefit of a morph-over, on missions before, he very well could of been the second perp-helping asshole.
Later, he parked his bald head in the gazebo where the smokers hang out, and the window behind him happened to be removed, and there was a view of his bald head, and a gangstalker/operative on each side of my view, like sentries again. And it does seem to me that the sentry's job is to obstruct my field of view at times, as they do this on the bus and have an operative stand where there are plenty of seats and talk to the driver (likely an operative too).
Anyhow, the first two gangstalkers I see in close at the drop-in center are family lookalikes, both in height, form and a general look, and both had cigarettes in hand, the "space-time" ripper as J K Harms calls any fire or combustive event.
When setting off to the drop-in center from this putative rooming house, as I opened the door, an operative was headed straight for me 2' asway, looking backwards with his navy blue hoodie up, and there was nothing of significance to see. One likely result of this stunt was to have the fucker pass me on my right side, a situation the gangstalkers assiduously attempt everywhere I go. And usually, they follow a color sequence, getting their operatives to act like ambulatory idiots. Never in my life have I seen something so idiotic as approaching a door looking backwards at fuck all.
Another stunt of the perps this morning was to have an oncoming ambulatory gangstalker with a ball cap on with a race-variable look. They put a big shadow under his ball cap so he looked black from 40' away, then at 20' away his face looked brownish like an Asian, then at 10' away, he was Caucasian (finally). The perps haven't played this one for a few weeks, but it was clever, dicking with the lighting on this asshole's face and planting the notion that is was a race based appearance and not this fucking stunt again, one I would of remembered if I hadn't been mind-fucked out of it. It was a combination walk he had; both a gamey leg and a waddle, when I usually only get one or the other.
At yoga, they changed up the mats and had me 90 degrees offset from the usual orientation. They put on two fat women in class this time, one who had been wearing some atrocious red-orange clashing coats and sweaters beforehand, and no doubt her presence was to provide "red glow' from her pre-class wardrobe. And the perps always make me look at the overflowing flesh at some point as it spills out from between garments, e.g. shirt and pants.
The tubby guy in a burgundy red shirt of last week's yoga class was mercifully not there, and my negative reaction to the sight of him might have been the reason. The perps will pull anyone in my proximity to whom I have an adverse reaction to, and most of the time I am not aware of it. I get reminded when someone makes an exit from my environs, or otherwise lies low. As it so happened, this tubby fucker glared at me before the class, and that may have been a purposeful event to precipitate a negative response. I really don't know what the perps are fishing for exactly, but there are no end of stunts to set me up for a negative response, often in the proximity of blonde women. It could quite possibly be an aura comparison attempt the perps are attempting.
I have learned all these negative reaction demographics from the perps and all the stunts they pull with the dress and appearance of the gangstalkers/operatives. Very often they will bring in a black person at the end of my journey, or else sneak them in behind me. And also, they will color match them to proximate vehicles and other landscape features. It is all very fascinating, and the all-time deliberate stunt was to have a woman dressed as an 1950's style nurse step out ahead of me, and turn and face me oncoming on the sidewalk. Only then did I, or was lead to understand, that there might have been a long-past health care worker traumatization that the perps were attempting to elicit a response to. Even since, they have been putting on full white dressed gangstalkers, a very odd color choice in this city.
And the yoga instructor is going to Australia for two weeks; it is simply amazing how many people around me get to go on a holiday in short order. I am a total gift machine for all involved assholes, shills and other detritus that circulate around me, and I am extremely pissed off that my life is in the public domain, much of which I don't even know in any detail, never mind any compensation.
Another redi-mix truck was in the vehicular gangstalk formation when transiting to Government House for the wildland work. And lo, if the street cleaner wasn't ahead of me as well, cleaning the side streets I pass as I walk along the thoroughfare of clustered vehicles in their assigned formations.
1845h
It is pound the house time, only 20 minutes after I have eaten brown colored tortillas, so that gives me a clue that the perps somehow lose track of the foods I eat in terms of their energetics. And they will of course change color in the digestion process, and past readers will know that the perps are nuts over the color of everything I see, and seem to have problems with red, green, brown and yellow the most, and often insert black, white and grey colors, usually in the form of vehicles, to act as some kind of reference base. They have had their operatives walk around me with large black or white panels on occasion, and sometimes the odd dinner plate as well.
1910h
It is now dusk time for the perps to put on more beserk harassment. This time in the form of blocking my access to the Firefox browser tabs, at least for a minute or so, I was navigationally frozen. And they often use this as an excuse into mindfucking me to shutting the whole system down and then "begetting" more fuckery on the next boot up. One stunt leads to creating the cover for the next.
And after playing around with flare colors on my glasses, something they do all the time, but rarely to the level of annoyance, they have decided to add a reflective glow to my left hand as it sits over the keyboard. And there is someone in the next door bathroom doing the gangstalking through the wall while I battle this sudden flurry of sick minded harassment.
1925h
And as I scratch a perp created nose itch, someone slammed the house again, sending vibrations into my room. As always, the timing of the "coincidences" is stellar.
2120h
I have had some relative quiet for the last hour or so, once the building knocking activity was over. There seems to be coincident noises, albeit muted, when I am reading web pages on alternate energy, especially solar and wind power. I don't own any property, so this new found interest does not fit my current circumstances, and this leads me to wonder just who's idea is this.
Anyhow, masers are flitting about as I type, and I am getting severe typo harassment.
2215h
More typo fuckery in keying in the time. I am getting some strange effects; an electric like sensation on the left side of my teeth, and some kind of annoying pain in my left femur (thighbone) with the addition of knee torquing. The assholes twist my leg below my knee to then create pain that registers in the brain regions of interest to them, which is intended to continue their research into whatever the fuck it is that they are after, as if trashing my life isn't enough after sabotaging it for 47 years. It is fucking sick/
And tonight I got a call from a TI some 90 miles away in Nanaimo. She has success in taking the game to the gangstalkers, the only harassment she gets. And she takes a spiritual approach to the situation, which she claims defeats their game. And I got the "depressed" angle again, but my defence is that if every second on your life is monitored, surveilled and controlled, then there are not many prospects for happiness, especially when it is not allowed. And the assholes took away the most helpful medication I was taking, despite the evidence of a SPECT scan that I had.
The phone call died by way of power loss on her side, so nothing was resolved. I still don't know what the deal is; is she shilling for the perps, or just doesn't get it as to how polluted my life is? I am not allowed any self determination; this whole life is scripted. And in 2006 they learned how to access specific details in my recall, so now that is played by remote application of energetics. Anyway, it is another "don't get it", as I explained to her that all my life that I have this inability to bring all the matters to mind, and from what I can tell, it always served the purpose at the time, in the context of consistent lifelong harassment scenarios.
Time to blog off, and put these mysteries behind me, that is, if I have a choice in the matter.
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