04-07-2020
Not quite; 04-15-2020 marks the 18th Anniversary of Imposed Hell on Earth as a Targeted Individual. That was when my Seattle apartment was invaded by unknown personnel with very unconventional weapons and technologies. For the week prior, people at work were staring at me for some unknown and undeserved reason. The thought-to-be girlfriend was also upping the angst considerably the evening before, saying "that wasn't supposed to happen..." in reference to me stating that the front end of my vehicle (which was deemed safe by mechanics a few days earlier but was still making uncharacteristic noise) seemed repaired. As in who fixed it? There were two more "that wasn't supposed to happen...." events that evening as well as her peculiar pissy and distant attitude. Add a few more planned tip-offs, my apartment being searched in my absence and the stage was set for the invasion.
I hadn't heard of gangstalking before all this came down, nor any of the other forms of harassment, torture and abuse. By the next day, I was duly educated in the worst way possible. Never mind the telekinetic fuckery, such as the venetian blind louvers turning on their own, objects disappearing from my locker, apartment, or re-appearing behind my back. Then the plasma light flashes, blackish wispy trails of masers, and then that evening, the punishing head pains that could be momentarily blocked by my arms, out-walked, and later, out-run for a time. Exactly how they delivered these I don't know for sure, but talk about debilitating and totally controlling, and they could find me anywhere. The only consistent preventive measure was if I was near metal objects such a my vehicle, walking by a steel structure, stepping on a manhole cover etc. This is detailed in the 27pp write up, here.
Getting back to today, it is like a Monday (usually the worst harassment day of the week) on a Tuesday. This was likely because I resumed my regular gig at the vineyard today, having done a day's worth of wine bottling at another winery where my fickle-friend works. The Psychopaths took endless effort to sabotage my finger control, having me place my pruners in the wrong location etc. I was pruning the younger plantation, planted in 2017. After 8 years of this toil, for about 8 months of each year, one would think that I would be reasonably competent about using a tool that I use all day. But in the Psychopathic order of things, competence isn't permitted. All the better to piss me off, their first and best play. So..., 18 years of annoying the victim, oftentimes intensely, being kept at the end of one's tether, aka, abuse-athon.
And so it goes, they mess me around per above, relentlessly annoy the hell out of me, and lo, they are at the ready with added road noise (read on) that every instant.
04-13-2020
One would never think there is a travel restriction in this here province per COVID-19 restrictions, though as "guidance" and not enforced (yet). The vineyard work is dull and boring for sure, but the noisescape from the nearby Middle Bench Road is full measure. As in, "what travel restriction?". And the usual noisy culprits of excessive accelerating loud mufflered sports cars, the loud modified pickup trucks, and last but not least, the ever-so-loathsome HD motorcycle noise. Any of the above aren't in passing by mode; full throttle (maximum noise) and then deceleration, and cycling between them for reasons that suggest optimum (for whom, not me) noise variation. Fucking tiresome to say the least.
Then add in the squealing and wailing children noise from two nearby residences, sometimes screaming, and oftentimes seeming gratuitously, though when I do look, I don't see a genuine issue.
All of the above noise is alternated, and also run at various timing during the day; sometimes early, late or middle of the day etc. I sense I need to change this vineyard gig just for that awful noisescape alone. Also, noise timings are particularly arranged for when I am at the end of row of vines, finishing my tying down (currently), and then resuming the same work in the next row heading the opposite direction. As it so consistently "happens", there is something the Psychopaths just love about me changing directions. This being a 180 degree turn, but any angle will do; L or R turns of 90 degrees while driving are very often covered with extra vehicular traffic. All covered under the anisotropy of space label, that is, different physical properties in different cardinal directions. An example would be a bolt of wood, a tree trunk section, with the intention of splitting it with an axe. It is relatively easy from the end grain direction, but not any other.
Another top moment for scripting noise is when I make a pruning cut on the vine cane, say, cutting it shorter before tying it down. And haven't we been here before, now labelled as "object disassembly", or just plain cutting objects up. No wonder the adjacent road traffic was going into high noise coverage last year when I spent about three days cutting 6'-8' lengths of 4" steel pipe up into 12" pieces. Fascinating stuff for some grinding and insane Psychopathic entity that doesn't mind running a relentless 18 year long abuse-athon on their subjects.
I am off for a medical procedure where they sedate me, having prepared by starving myself for the last day, with added potions to clean me out. A perfect occasion for a take-out, but I am getting ahead of myself. Perhaps I am spooked by the fact that I filed a considerable number of papers last night and ordered them to be readily accessible.
I was getting ahead of myself and am back to live action; I got to visit the hospital extension I helped work on in 2018 for four months, and they even delayed the procedure for an hour to have me lie ready and prepped before running a probe up my ass. All is good, save the absence of what they can do for the radiotherapy damage in late 2018. That means continued elevation of toilet paper usage just when they arranged a world-wide toilet paper shortage. Which begs the question; why is there any extra demand for toilet paper with the COVID-19 virus when this flu has no symptoms that demand it? Another media created shortage to be sure. The authorities in most countries seem ever so eager to register a death as COVID-19 caused, as mandated by health authority managers. When those kinds of top-down imperatives are so consistent among so many countries, states, provinces and health companies, it begins to smell like a fix from the get-go.
And too, in my kept life as a TI, the Psychopaths have been consistent from early on about their intense interest in toilet paper. This was first evidenced by the fact that suddenly after 04-2002 (per above), about 80% of the time when using it, it would not tear on the perforations (and rip across the sheet instead), the perforations somehow became misaligned between the plys, and numerous other fuckery games to make the process more fraught and vexatious. And too, especially in the last 5 years, blackish masers float off the roll of toilet paper as I am about to use it, while using it, and immediately following. Goodness knows where else the masers go.
One cannot make this up; a billion dollar+/year budgeted covert organization with ready access to unconventional technologies (teleportation and telekinetic games for a start), that has its victims totally controlled and activities timed to the microsecond, needs to harass them all the more when using asswipe at every instance for 18 years and counting. And to top it off, they now create a western-world asswipe shortage so no end of other alternatives are applied instead. And as of today, until I got to feed myself after the colonoscopy (about 1600h), I had to clean myself out in preparation for this medical procedure. As always, one can assume they may have gained some small measure of whatever objective they are looking for with respect to bowel elimination by way of confluence of all these events, and in all likelihood will still be playing maser games, asswipe games and the rest of it for years to come. And just what is it that fascinates them so much about bowel elimination; those thousands of cattle mutilations in the US mid-west from the 1980's onward, were often characterized by the animal's anus cut out of them by some unconventional means. One needs a to write a new salutary anthem for the Psychopaths; Onward Psychopathic Assholes to the music of Onward Christian Soldiers. Something like that, though I am sure some creative minded TI's could cook up something quite funny and pointed that no one else would quite understand. Kind of like so much music of the past six decades, say, His Vagueness of Hibbing MN.
My last trip to the laundromat (still open here) begat me a most interesting exchange with this ditzy woman of about 70 y.o. in this red faux straw cowboy hat who launched into telling me how she got into using the internet about 10 years ago by way of her husband's coaching, though he is now deceased. And she is heavily into researching deep state activities and has a number of contacts who provide her with some analytical perspectives, and when they corroborate, she delves into more research on that particular angle. She told me that she figured out that the last US election was directed in part by the Russians, as she told them that the voting machines are directly hackable from satellite transmissions, and that the Russians blocked the Democrat's access to the satellites to prevent them from hacking them. Well!, no wonder Hillary Clinton goes on about the "Russian interference" in the last election; they prevented her and the Democrat party from hacking into the voting machines! This woman's story seemed a little farfetched, but then she got onto some other fascinating topics of which I had some knowledge, and her status as a deep state disruptor was elevated somewhat.
She claimed that the Canadian election of 2018 was similarly rigged, and that the Conservative Party actually won, but the Deep State had that wretched woke Liberal poof, Son of the Pedophile and Stoner, win again. That spineless, squishy dweebe, the Chief Snowboard Instructor, Canada's equivalent to Pres. George W Bush, similarly attaining the role of the highest office by virtue of being a scion of a former president despite being obviously not up to the task. Unless of course, ready manipulation by (or acquiescence or capitulation to) others is the real job requirement.
This woman also claimed to know of George Soros' support of Muslims worldwide, including building Canada's largest mosque in Ft McMurray, a former boom town for tar sands resource extraction. And that Soros arranged that horrific forest fire of 2016 that burned the place down, making land very cheap on the backs of those who got burned out and/or laid off, with the coincident plummeting of the price of oil, enabling the said religious group to acquire the land on the cheap. I had heard part of this story from someone else a few months earlier, so this woman's cred notched up. (And in reading the above Wikipedia link, it is indeed VERY curious that a 33C air mass was present May 01 when the fire started. Like WTF; I have been at that latitude in Northern BC at that time of year, and it is cold (below 10C) with snow on the ground).
She also told me about an underground base not far from here near West Kelowna, and when she was driving there, she was about to follow a blacked out government vehicle (an obvious fish out of water here), but somehow "got a notion" (interesting, that) to relent as she would "get in trouble". This purported underground base just might be that one that is "five hours drive from Vancouver, BC" as mentioned in Donald Marshall's epic experiences detailed in Donald Marshal Revolution, though again, I caution readers as to the veracity of the full story.
That also upped this woman's cred somewhat too, as I was once (2014 or 15) on the airport bus from Kelowna Airport and there was a military officer on board, one of three passengers. He was dropped off at a hotel in West Kelowna, and it struck me as most peculiar. There are no obvious military bases around here, and if he was transferring flights overnight, surely he would of chosen a hotel close to the airport, or in Kelowna. But to travel further south and across a often road traffic congested bridge to West Kelowna was strange, save for the fact that the Psychopaths like to gangstalk me with military personnel, an Unfavored subpopulation that was in much greater supply in the town I last lived in, Victoria, BC. So maybe he had a "local assignment".
Said ditzy woman did lose cred with me as a planted gangstalker as she hung around my washing machine at the laundromat, and liked to lean in much closer than the current mandated 2m "social distancing", and keeping me next to the active washing machine. And do I need to mention it again, how much the Psychopaths like to stalk my ass when doing laundry, and have others from so many different Unfavored sub-populations criss-cross my path so often when in such places? No; regular readers and most TI's will know the Psychopaths are also obsessed with laundry and all the spinning it gets, the detergent and who knows what other properties it has, and how the clothes may change once clean and dry.
All of the conversation with this ditzy woman is deemed to be speculative, and whether she was a witting or unwitting shill/stalker I have no idea. It is rare that I get Deep State gossip from anyone, so take it with a healthy degree or circumspection.
Enough rumor mongering along with this 18th Anniversary Edition of TI Hell, but it is just what goes down.
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Thursday, April 16, 2020
Tuesday, June 11, 2019
Split Family Stalk
06-05-2019
I was entering the mall for the SOF supermarket from the E side, which I rarely do, and lo, if the assholes didn't put on the family stalk show. The father 10' ahead of his wife in the "usual" (and ridiculous) couple or family stalking situation, then one of the two young girls (age 4 or so) lingers behind; something apparrently wrong with her footwear when it had been just fine when they were traversing the parking lot. The entrance was 15' from me, and I momentarily held up to let the child re-join the family, but no, she fakes me out by starting to proceed and stopping again to then look at her foot or shoe again. Screw that, I have seen far too many feints and dodges every time I go through a fucking doorway, (everywhere) so this was just another as I saw it. And so I proceed, and then lone child tails me in, and then runs around me to re-join her family when inside. Nothing wrong with her foot or footwear before or after. And besides, why was the mother such a ditz as to not wait and/or pay attention to her child? Because they were on the family gangstalk, and this was the scripted scenario, and if they pulled it off correctly, they maybe got a bonus. And they weren't done yet; the same troup "happened" to be there ahead of me at the checkout, per "usual" financial transaction moment..
It is just fucking insane that I am not allowed to pass through a doorway, including my own residence, without some kind of orchestrated shit show, now for 17 years of this relentless and senseless abuse-athon. And it should be noted that a common public gangstalk move is to have a couple physically split apart and force me to pass between them. (That is, I am acting like a normal public citizen and not running from this obvious shit). These stunts are aided by aisle constrictions in stores, or other blocking operatives forcing me along a certain expected path.
And of course, the stop, start and fake me out is a well worn public gangstalking stunt. Which is an extension of the "dashed expectations" fuckery that suddenly arrived with considerable frequency when all this rain of abuse began in 04-2002.
Interesting that the Psychopaths mostly leave me alone on the W side mall entrance now for the past two years or so, only an occasional malingerer or a headlight shot as I exit. The mere fact (for most folks, save the Psychopaths) of getting out of my vehicle on the E side invokes this family gangstalking stunt. Go fuck yourselves; stalkers and the directing operatives.
06-06-2019
I was leaving the vineyard at the end of the work day today, and lo, if I didn't have some sentinels (gangstalkers) at the gate. (Here we go again; entering and exiting property, this time a vehicle gate). For "some reason" the 3 year old boy was there alone at the gate with his head down and looking very avoidant and sheepish. And this infernal vineyard owner's dog also "happened" to be there too. This was a set-up at first glance, as the child is normally with the nanny everywhere on the property, and she was nowhere to be seen. Most wierd. And this infernal dog has taken upon itself to come at me with teeth barred and barking. I suppose the "usual" reason is that it is a shelter dog, though it could well be mind controlled to single me out, as no one else does or says squat about this intolerable situation. I even told the vineyard owner a few months ago that the dog goes for me alone with this ferocious and threatening display, and nothing got done. This time I screamed at the dog to piss off as I wanted to go through the gate and get to my vehicle, something it would know, as this animal has pulled this stunt before at this very location and circumstance.
Just then, I noticed that an irrigation line was broken and dumping water on the ground, and had been doing so as it extended 100' down the street. The dog and kid seemed to move on, as I was distracted by the irrigation problem. I attempted to re-attach the broken fitting while it was running (done this before, and have a technique), but no, I got a face full of water. I found the shut-off valve some 12' away, and shut it off, and then fixed it. About this time the boss lady came along, and I told her the story. I also noticed that the water ran under my parked vehicle, some 50' away.
So what was this multiple player stunt all about? The dog had already traumatized me earlier in the day by suddenly coming at me while I was deep in the vineyard, barking and barring its teeth. So I had already been traumatized, and the dog then pulls this shit again when exiting the property at the gate. Presumably the kid was trained up on this stunt as he looked so guilty, and was there on kiddie-stalk duty all by himself in a very uncharacteristic situation. And as the Psychopaths have this abiding and insane fixation over water; delivery methods (types of pipe), for drinking, for crop irrigation, bathing, weather and everything else, the broken irrigation line and the water running down the street and under my parked vehicle must of been the central objective of their test. (The infernal dog and its traumatization routine (twice in the day) seemed to be a sensitization "warm-up", and the young boy was a gangstalking prop, IMHO). As to what the Psychopaths need to know about water and its relationship to me I have no idea. It just wasn't enough that I swam in a swim club for 14 years, 3x/week, 2400m each practice. (And the pool facility even undertook a major water treatment system upgrade (chlorine to UV) during that time). And surely the rest of the swim club membership was in on all that before the Psychopaths went berserk/overt in 04-2002. I really don't care one iota as to what the Psychopathic agenda is with respect to water, just leave me the fuck alone. I have had enough.
06-04-2019
A "need" came on to attend to my vehicle maintenance; new shocks/struts, fore and aft. All parts were ordered and I arranged for the mechanics to install them. I don't do vehicle repairs anymore, as it is yet another situation where the Psychopaths would screw the hell out of me as they know I wouldn't have the tools or knowledge to do this efficiently.
Three years ago when I had the Camry, and was working for a vineyard with winery and wine shipping duties they set it up that I was moving cases of wine between the storage facility and the tasting room. And as it "happened" the rear struts were becoming problematic and I had them replaced. And lo, if there wasn't another wine case packing job a few days later after the new rear struts were installed. And then no more wine case moving activities after that. So it would seem that they wanted to test my new struts and wanted a prior benchmarking with the old ones.
This time no wine case hauling, but starting from when I picked the vehicle up, the rain came on, rather curiously, as there hasn't been rain for four weeks. The rain slicked streets seemed to come on to prevent any "testing" (faster road speeds). And on some road sections, they put on a slow going lead-ahead blocking vehicles. Only now (06-08-2019, Saturday) have they let me on some of the highway portions so I can drive faster, say, 80kph.
And in keeping with what has "erupted" so many times when I pick up my vehicle after it has been in the shop, another male is hanging around at the front desk. This was the apparent mechanic, and if so, possibly the guy who did the repairs and/or the test drive. Though back in 2002 when the assholes were very obviously on my ass, they didn't bother with the mechanic look, they just had some well dressed hanger-on loitering in the customer area for no seeming reason. Waiting at the local Ford dealership for their repair jobs (that take inordinately long) to finish is also another stalk-athon shit show.
06-09-2019
Sunday, and I normally do some private vineyard work, but was back by 1030h as the owner was away, and there wasn't much property work to do.
I spent some time outside on the lawn, as the weather changed for the good. I was reading and having coffee, and lo, if the neighborhood noise assault didn't come on. The grinder from the E house across the lane was already running when I went outside (building egress situation, note) as was a N neighbor and their weed eater. Not five minutes into the book, and lo, from the W bordering property, a loud over-revving lawnmower started up and kept going for 40 minutes, which tells me that they had to have done the lawn twice, because it doesn't take anywhere near that long unless they are protracting it.
But the noise assault was done yet; the "regular" noisy overhead regular single engine aircraft came over for some circling. This same aircraft has an astonishing habit finding me outside on many other properties. Then the more distant (one block away) HD motorcycle noise came on, the most loathed noise of all. The final noise source culminated in the parked dump truck being started up and run at idle in the lane opposite. Screw that, and so I went inside.
(Did I ever mention how the Psychopaths love to hound me with dump trucks (loaded or unloaded)? This seems to fit their continuing need to have soil samples and exposures planted around me. It just wasn't enough that I took soil science at university. All the while I was reading The Many Worlds of Hugh Everett III. Which is what I suspect the Psychopaths and their insane and relentless campaign (involving myself and all other TI's, and very possibly all humans in varying degrees of invasion and disruption) is all about; discovering the Universal Wave Function. Ask me if I give a shit; after 17 years of relentless abuse and harassment there is very little I care about.
Enough for a posting, and to call this done for last week. As one can discern, the perps (Psychopaths) are hard at coming up with yet more variations, permutations, combinations and spatial juxtapositions of every conceivable action and motion. And putting me through most of them. Woo-hoo.
I was entering the mall for the SOF supermarket from the E side, which I rarely do, and lo, if the assholes didn't put on the family stalk show. The father 10' ahead of his wife in the "usual" (and ridiculous) couple or family stalking situation, then one of the two young girls (age 4 or so) lingers behind; something apparrently wrong with her footwear when it had been just fine when they were traversing the parking lot. The entrance was 15' from me, and I momentarily held up to let the child re-join the family, but no, she fakes me out by starting to proceed and stopping again to then look at her foot or shoe again. Screw that, I have seen far too many feints and dodges every time I go through a fucking doorway, (everywhere) so this was just another as I saw it. And so I proceed, and then lone child tails me in, and then runs around me to re-join her family when inside. Nothing wrong with her foot or footwear before or after. And besides, why was the mother such a ditz as to not wait and/or pay attention to her child? Because they were on the family gangstalk, and this was the scripted scenario, and if they pulled it off correctly, they maybe got a bonus. And they weren't done yet; the same troup "happened" to be there ahead of me at the checkout, per "usual" financial transaction moment..
It is just fucking insane that I am not allowed to pass through a doorway, including my own residence, without some kind of orchestrated shit show, now for 17 years of this relentless and senseless abuse-athon. And it should be noted that a common public gangstalk move is to have a couple physically split apart and force me to pass between them. (That is, I am acting like a normal public citizen and not running from this obvious shit). These stunts are aided by aisle constrictions in stores, or other blocking operatives forcing me along a certain expected path.
And of course, the stop, start and fake me out is a well worn public gangstalking stunt. Which is an extension of the "dashed expectations" fuckery that suddenly arrived with considerable frequency when all this rain of abuse began in 04-2002.
Interesting that the Psychopaths mostly leave me alone on the W side mall entrance now for the past two years or so, only an occasional malingerer or a headlight shot as I exit. The mere fact (for most folks, save the Psychopaths) of getting out of my vehicle on the E side invokes this family gangstalking stunt. Go fuck yourselves; stalkers and the directing operatives.
06-06-2019
I was leaving the vineyard at the end of the work day today, and lo, if I didn't have some sentinels (gangstalkers) at the gate. (Here we go again; entering and exiting property, this time a vehicle gate). For "some reason" the 3 year old boy was there alone at the gate with his head down and looking very avoidant and sheepish. And this infernal vineyard owner's dog also "happened" to be there too. This was a set-up at first glance, as the child is normally with the nanny everywhere on the property, and she was nowhere to be seen. Most wierd. And this infernal dog has taken upon itself to come at me with teeth barred and barking. I suppose the "usual" reason is that it is a shelter dog, though it could well be mind controlled to single me out, as no one else does or says squat about this intolerable situation. I even told the vineyard owner a few months ago that the dog goes for me alone with this ferocious and threatening display, and nothing got done. This time I screamed at the dog to piss off as I wanted to go through the gate and get to my vehicle, something it would know, as this animal has pulled this stunt before at this very location and circumstance.
Just then, I noticed that an irrigation line was broken and dumping water on the ground, and had been doing so as it extended 100' down the street. The dog and kid seemed to move on, as I was distracted by the irrigation problem. I attempted to re-attach the broken fitting while it was running (done this before, and have a technique), but no, I got a face full of water. I found the shut-off valve some 12' away, and shut it off, and then fixed it. About this time the boss lady came along, and I told her the story. I also noticed that the water ran under my parked vehicle, some 50' away.
So what was this multiple player stunt all about? The dog had already traumatized me earlier in the day by suddenly coming at me while I was deep in the vineyard, barking and barring its teeth. So I had already been traumatized, and the dog then pulls this shit again when exiting the property at the gate. Presumably the kid was trained up on this stunt as he looked so guilty, and was there on kiddie-stalk duty all by himself in a very uncharacteristic situation. And as the Psychopaths have this abiding and insane fixation over water; delivery methods (types of pipe), for drinking, for crop irrigation, bathing, weather and everything else, the broken irrigation line and the water running down the street and under my parked vehicle must of been the central objective of their test. (The infernal dog and its traumatization routine (twice in the day) seemed to be a sensitization "warm-up", and the young boy was a gangstalking prop, IMHO). As to what the Psychopaths need to know about water and its relationship to me I have no idea. It just wasn't enough that I swam in a swim club for 14 years, 3x/week, 2400m each practice. (And the pool facility even undertook a major water treatment system upgrade (chlorine to UV) during that time). And surely the rest of the swim club membership was in on all that before the Psychopaths went berserk/overt in 04-2002. I really don't care one iota as to what the Psychopathic agenda is with respect to water, just leave me the fuck alone. I have had enough.
06-04-2019
A "need" came on to attend to my vehicle maintenance; new shocks/struts, fore and aft. All parts were ordered and I arranged for the mechanics to install them. I don't do vehicle repairs anymore, as it is yet another situation where the Psychopaths would screw the hell out of me as they know I wouldn't have the tools or knowledge to do this efficiently.
Three years ago when I had the Camry, and was working for a vineyard with winery and wine shipping duties they set it up that I was moving cases of wine between the storage facility and the tasting room. And as it "happened" the rear struts were becoming problematic and I had them replaced. And lo, if there wasn't another wine case packing job a few days later after the new rear struts were installed. And then no more wine case moving activities after that. So it would seem that they wanted to test my new struts and wanted a prior benchmarking with the old ones.
This time no wine case hauling, but starting from when I picked the vehicle up, the rain came on, rather curiously, as there hasn't been rain for four weeks. The rain slicked streets seemed to come on to prevent any "testing" (faster road speeds). And on some road sections, they put on a slow going lead-ahead blocking vehicles. Only now (06-08-2019, Saturday) have they let me on some of the highway portions so I can drive faster, say, 80kph.
And in keeping with what has "erupted" so many times when I pick up my vehicle after it has been in the shop, another male is hanging around at the front desk. This was the apparent mechanic, and if so, possibly the guy who did the repairs and/or the test drive. Though back in 2002 when the assholes were very obviously on my ass, they didn't bother with the mechanic look, they just had some well dressed hanger-on loitering in the customer area for no seeming reason. Waiting at the local Ford dealership for their repair jobs (that take inordinately long) to finish is also another stalk-athon shit show.
06-09-2019
Sunday, and I normally do some private vineyard work, but was back by 1030h as the owner was away, and there wasn't much property work to do.
I spent some time outside on the lawn, as the weather changed for the good. I was reading and having coffee, and lo, if the neighborhood noise assault didn't come on. The grinder from the E house across the lane was already running when I went outside (building egress situation, note) as was a N neighbor and their weed eater. Not five minutes into the book, and lo, from the W bordering property, a loud over-revving lawnmower started up and kept going for 40 minutes, which tells me that they had to have done the lawn twice, because it doesn't take anywhere near that long unless they are protracting it.
But the noise assault was done yet; the "regular" noisy overhead regular single engine aircraft came over for some circling. This same aircraft has an astonishing habit finding me outside on many other properties. Then the more distant (one block away) HD motorcycle noise came on, the most loathed noise of all. The final noise source culminated in the parked dump truck being started up and run at idle in the lane opposite. Screw that, and so I went inside.
(Did I ever mention how the Psychopaths love to hound me with dump trucks (loaded or unloaded)? This seems to fit their continuing need to have soil samples and exposures planted around me. It just wasn't enough that I took soil science at university. All the while I was reading The Many Worlds of Hugh Everett III. Which is what I suspect the Psychopaths and their insane and relentless campaign (involving myself and all other TI's, and very possibly all humans in varying degrees of invasion and disruption) is all about; discovering the Universal Wave Function. Ask me if I give a shit; after 17 years of relentless abuse and harassment there is very little I care about.
Enough for a posting, and to call this done for last week. As one can discern, the perps (Psychopaths) are hard at coming up with yet more variations, permutations, combinations and spatial juxtapositions of every conceivable action and motion. And putting me through most of them. Woo-hoo.
Sunday, June 17, 2018
The Train Wreck Look
06-11-2018
There is no question I have got, and continue to get, strange stares since all this abuse and harassment rained down since 04-2002. One such caught my eye last week, and has caused me to wonder, yet again, if there is something about me that is visible from afar and that I cannot detect. I was driving along N Naramata Rd, and a woman was walking her dog on my side of the road. With no oncoming traffic I pulled over to straddle the center line to give her more comfort room, perfectly normal for such a narrow road with a limited shoulder. She gives me this look of abject pity, as if watching a train wreck from a passing vehicle. Normally the profusion of roadside dog walkers doesn't look at me at all, but this one stare from the same crowd caught me as peculiar. So just what was it that caused her to look at me so strangely, when in fact she might normally of been grateful for my consideration in giving her more clearance while driving past.
And this morning too; we got rained out at the vineyard so I went to the Ford dealership and got my part, and went to the cashier who had this pained look on her face. Geez, she might of been thankful that a customer was purchasing an overpriced ($21) windshield wiper, but no, instead this avoidant and pained expression. (This visit to the Ford dealership "happened" because two adjacent aftermarket car parts suppliers didn't have a 10" rear window wiper for crissakes). Or was it a visit the Ford dealership for a "victim tour"? They kept me there at the parts counter for 10 minutes because the only parts guy was in the back (I was told), while they paraded the male gut show, interspersed with a slim young attractive black haired woman in black overalls and big steel toe boots, an apparent female shop worker I hadn't seen before. (Don't the Ford dealership employees have anything better to do than parade around?) And for some reason I didn't get to see the friendly blonde woman from my last two visits; she of "I don't have children and I don't have a husband", as an reason to buy a new dog, and keep it at work.
Other TI's have mentioned a whitish beam around them that was picked up by a camera, but one they never saw. (Cannot find a link to this remarkable photograph). And I am being kept in a densified magnetic field, last measured at 1700 Gauss in 2008, where normal background field is 0.5 Gauss just might be the reason.
06-12-2018
After getting straightened out with no nap attack yesterday, and a 7 hour sleep, I got nailed with a 3 hour nap attack this afternoon. The trend now seems to be that I don't need to read beforehand. Where for the last four months, the pattern was that I would read for 10-30 minutes (after work) and then the nap attack would come on. For the last week, no prior reading has occurred. As usual, there is absolutely no need for this much sleep, and I am not running a sleep deficit in advance. These nap attacks suck up so much time, and it would be interesting if there were a summary listing to identify the sleep totals by week.
06-13-2018
Vineyard work..... shit stunt again.. assholes had the crapper in use, so a bigger problem than planned. Cost me another pair of underwear.. on and on the crap stunts go, not unlike the extra frequent pissing stunts that lasted from 2015-mid 2017.
06-14-2018
Vineyard work; shoot thinning. Rain this morning, a slow drizzle that got one wet, mostly from the leaves on the vines. Plus water, infused with the last sulfur spray, flicking off onto me and my glasses. Then later, drinking the irrigation water as the main supply for it from my bottle. All in keeping with the water source games I suppose. Later, the sun came out and I got caught with my rain pants on for the last hour, which "duly" caused me to sweat, and so another water source (of a kind) soaking my clothes once I took them off at home. I think part of the water source games attraction for the perps is that anything wet changes color, usually getting darker. Which plays into the clothing color variance games, either on me, or most often, on passing gangstalkers.
Other vineyard action was the return of the "crane gang"; a large mobile crane, maybe 40 tons capacity that sat in the nearby turnaround for an hour while the dudes worked on it, often while on the phone. Said crane came there yesterday for an hour and then took off, which I thought was mighty peculiar. But today, it came for real, and eventually was moved to near the house under construction and was set up behind the trees. As to how they expected to see uphill and through these trees to the construction site behind I have no idea, but that was the scenario at lunch time when I witnessed this. By mid afternoon it had been driven from the job site and wasn't anywhere to be seen from the vineyard. Cranes and like boom trucks, as regular readers know, are a very common gangstalking vehicle. There is something about a large steel mass, particularly with telescoped and retractable sections, they just love to plant near me. As to what energetic advantages it confers, I have no idea. Just leave me the fuck alone after passing me the substantial cash for suffering this insane and relentless abuse-athon to date.
Another vineyard "treat" today was the addition of gratuitous noise when I was at the end of one of my rows. This fat dude came by on an ancient JD tractor and drove it around on the adjacent pavement for 10 minutes. There was pavement on two sides where I was, about 20m away each, as I am working on a corner of the property. Any other tractor is either doing work in its respective vineyard, or is transiting from one to another (passing by). Save one time when the tractor driver stopped, and popped the hood at this very street corner for 30 minutes, covering me as I departed for the day. And yes, gratuitous hood popping of vehicles has been another arranged "outbreak" that occurs with considerable greater frequency since this shit show invaded my existence in 04-2002.
The noisy JD tractor was followed with later loud mufflered vehicles passing by, curiously stopping for a few minutes, and then proceeding. Another follow-on noise was an ATV for five minutes from an adjacent vineyard. I suppose I am too far from the house building noise, so they create more noise to suit the location I am located. Noisestalking is decidedly an important and highly governed part of this whole choreography. This would be the third house building at the last four vineyards I have worked, 2015-2018.
06-15-2018
A partial work day, and a paid joint lunch for us vineyard and tasting room crew at the winery. In typical fashion, the women filtered out over time and the last half hour was chatting with my two male vineyard coworkers, both decent guys. Again, the female, and then male association transition. (Or sometimes, a rapid switch where the fugly dude steps in front of the darling attractive blonde in the gangstalking choreography).
Of prior interest was that a helicopter came to loiter near the vineyard, less than 80' above the terrain, following the powerline in part, but then returned to hover some 10 minutes in one position. A deep red AStar, an most unusual color livery as it was difficult to detect among the green tree foliage. Which might of been the whole perp idea, as they like to alternate reds with greens, though white colors are more common.These power line helicopter flights "happen" every 3 to 5 years, but this was the most obvious with the extended backtracking they performed.
06-16-2018
Saturday, and a day off; and a lazy one at that. It wasn't enough that I had a 8 hour sleep, but also got nailed for a two hour nap attack later in the day. I got laundry done, and then onto the Ford dealership to get the small rubber bumper for the gasoline tank hatch cover, one that stops it from rubbing on the inside. Given that gasoline is a predominant perp interest, as with all petroleum products, why was I surprised that some glitchy small part had somehow disappeared from inside the non-lockable gasoline tank access hatch. That there was two of them, and one disappeared somehow didn't surprise me either. Anyhow, after putting the rubber part back in, the hatch cover still didn't sit right. And yes, having automotive body parts misaligned is also part of the perp's games I have come to know.
I also got a bee in my bonnet over my vehicle licence place holders, as they were getting shabby, and the parts guy at the dealership came out to "help" me. I got a free one, one that advertised the local Ford dealership, and took the front one off. When I later mounted the new one, one of the two dissimilar screws wasn't long enough, so I went back to the local Ford dealership. I turned out they were metric M5 x 13 screws, which they didn't sell any more. More fun and games, including going to a local aftermarket automotive parts supplier and getting skunked there, as they didn't have metric screws. End of attempting to find metric screws in this town.
On my first trip to the Ford dealership, my doorway stalker this time was the blonde woman staff member (per above) I had spoken to the time before, and a rare instance of a friendly woman in this town, in my experience. She comes out the doorway, and says "hello handsome, keeping out of trouble?". She accompanied me (stalked as I see it) inside, and I thanked her for the compliment, and said I was doing my best to keep out of trouble. Again, at least five clustered around her afterward is this ongoing employee parade at the Ford dealership. On my later trip to the Ford dealerhip, to sort out the metric screws issue, per above, she was absent, and instead I had the loitering males at the doorway. I have never experienced a door way with so much gangstalking action, when there so very little seeming reason for it, as there isn't much other customer activity going on there when I am there.
06-17-2018
Sunday, and I worked in the vineyard to catch up. All by myself, and even the property owners were away, though leaving their dog to bark plenty. The noisescape was on the low side, unusually, save for the dog barking for an hour. (Which caused me to stop listening to my headphones while this commotion was on, in keeping with their long running game of interupting music listening). Even aircraft, save that ridiculous local red gyrocopter, were minimal. This red pickup truck that sort-of belongs to the property was moved from a neighboring property (strangely) to be parked behind my vehicle sometime during the day. This same red pickup truck gets parked in strange places on and off the vineyard property and then gets moved for curious reasons, like some kind of ritualistic choreography. I thought it was interesting as to why it wasn't parked in the driveway, near where I was working all day. No doubt the red vehicle gangstalking nonsense and the commensurate the distant dependent games has years to run yet. Maybe I will come to own a red vehicle somehow.
No card or phone call from my daughter for Father's Day; not wholly unexpected given last year's lassitude, and now more of the same. This was the same person that insisted I call my perp abetting mother on Mother's Day for crissakes. Family behavior strangeness suddenly came on when the perps first went berserk/overt in 04-2002, and hasn't let up.
And my ambition to write up a resume for a local foundry for a laboring job came to naught for the past two weeks, and is effectively over, never sent. The perps kept hitting me with some kind of mental dithering that prevented me from putting it together when I was working on it. Add in the de-motivatiing interference, and their deed was done. No resume, nothing sent. I could of done with more pay, some benefits and a full time job in a metal plant, but no, the assholes want me kept on working vineyards, augmented with the odd wine purchase and/or sampling, and then off work for 4 months. They constantly raise the fuckery when I move to a new varietal or clone, having my co-workers chat me up at length at these intervals.
Enough rambling for the week, and time to get this posted.
There is no question I have got, and continue to get, strange stares since all this abuse and harassment rained down since 04-2002. One such caught my eye last week, and has caused me to wonder, yet again, if there is something about me that is visible from afar and that I cannot detect. I was driving along N Naramata Rd, and a woman was walking her dog on my side of the road. With no oncoming traffic I pulled over to straddle the center line to give her more comfort room, perfectly normal for such a narrow road with a limited shoulder. She gives me this look of abject pity, as if watching a train wreck from a passing vehicle. Normally the profusion of roadside dog walkers doesn't look at me at all, but this one stare from the same crowd caught me as peculiar. So just what was it that caused her to look at me so strangely, when in fact she might normally of been grateful for my consideration in giving her more clearance while driving past.
And this morning too; we got rained out at the vineyard so I went to the Ford dealership and got my part, and went to the cashier who had this pained look on her face. Geez, she might of been thankful that a customer was purchasing an overpriced ($21) windshield wiper, but no, instead this avoidant and pained expression. (This visit to the Ford dealership "happened" because two adjacent aftermarket car parts suppliers didn't have a 10" rear window wiper for crissakes). Or was it a visit the Ford dealership for a "victim tour"? They kept me there at the parts counter for 10 minutes because the only parts guy was in the back (I was told), while they paraded the male gut show, interspersed with a slim young attractive black haired woman in black overalls and big steel toe boots, an apparent female shop worker I hadn't seen before. (Don't the Ford dealership employees have anything better to do than parade around?) And for some reason I didn't get to see the friendly blonde woman from my last two visits; she of "I don't have children and I don't have a husband", as an reason to buy a new dog, and keep it at work.
Other TI's have mentioned a whitish beam around them that was picked up by a camera, but one they never saw. (Cannot find a link to this remarkable photograph). And I am being kept in a densified magnetic field, last measured at 1700 Gauss in 2008, where normal background field is 0.5 Gauss just might be the reason.
06-12-2018
After getting straightened out with no nap attack yesterday, and a 7 hour sleep, I got nailed with a 3 hour nap attack this afternoon. The trend now seems to be that I don't need to read beforehand. Where for the last four months, the pattern was that I would read for 10-30 minutes (after work) and then the nap attack would come on. For the last week, no prior reading has occurred. As usual, there is absolutely no need for this much sleep, and I am not running a sleep deficit in advance. These nap attacks suck up so much time, and it would be interesting if there were a summary listing to identify the sleep totals by week.
06-13-2018
Vineyard work..... shit stunt again.. assholes had the crapper in use, so a bigger problem than planned. Cost me another pair of underwear.. on and on the crap stunts go, not unlike the extra frequent pissing stunts that lasted from 2015-mid 2017.
06-14-2018
Vineyard work; shoot thinning. Rain this morning, a slow drizzle that got one wet, mostly from the leaves on the vines. Plus water, infused with the last sulfur spray, flicking off onto me and my glasses. Then later, drinking the irrigation water as the main supply for it from my bottle. All in keeping with the water source games I suppose. Later, the sun came out and I got caught with my rain pants on for the last hour, which "duly" caused me to sweat, and so another water source (of a kind) soaking my clothes once I took them off at home. I think part of the water source games attraction for the perps is that anything wet changes color, usually getting darker. Which plays into the clothing color variance games, either on me, or most often, on passing gangstalkers.
Other vineyard action was the return of the "crane gang"; a large mobile crane, maybe 40 tons capacity that sat in the nearby turnaround for an hour while the dudes worked on it, often while on the phone. Said crane came there yesterday for an hour and then took off, which I thought was mighty peculiar. But today, it came for real, and eventually was moved to near the house under construction and was set up behind the trees. As to how they expected to see uphill and through these trees to the construction site behind I have no idea, but that was the scenario at lunch time when I witnessed this. By mid afternoon it had been driven from the job site and wasn't anywhere to be seen from the vineyard. Cranes and like boom trucks, as regular readers know, are a very common gangstalking vehicle. There is something about a large steel mass, particularly with telescoped and retractable sections, they just love to plant near me. As to what energetic advantages it confers, I have no idea. Just leave me the fuck alone after passing me the substantial cash for suffering this insane and relentless abuse-athon to date.
Another vineyard "treat" today was the addition of gratuitous noise when I was at the end of one of my rows. This fat dude came by on an ancient JD tractor and drove it around on the adjacent pavement for 10 minutes. There was pavement on two sides where I was, about 20m away each, as I am working on a corner of the property. Any other tractor is either doing work in its respective vineyard, or is transiting from one to another (passing by). Save one time when the tractor driver stopped, and popped the hood at this very street corner for 30 minutes, covering me as I departed for the day. And yes, gratuitous hood popping of vehicles has been another arranged "outbreak" that occurs with considerable greater frequency since this shit show invaded my existence in 04-2002.
The noisy JD tractor was followed with later loud mufflered vehicles passing by, curiously stopping for a few minutes, and then proceeding. Another follow-on noise was an ATV for five minutes from an adjacent vineyard. I suppose I am too far from the house building noise, so they create more noise to suit the location I am located. Noisestalking is decidedly an important and highly governed part of this whole choreography. This would be the third house building at the last four vineyards I have worked, 2015-2018.
06-15-2018
A partial work day, and a paid joint lunch for us vineyard and tasting room crew at the winery. In typical fashion, the women filtered out over time and the last half hour was chatting with my two male vineyard coworkers, both decent guys. Again, the female, and then male association transition. (Or sometimes, a rapid switch where the fugly dude steps in front of the darling attractive blonde in the gangstalking choreography).
Of prior interest was that a helicopter came to loiter near the vineyard, less than 80' above the terrain, following the powerline in part, but then returned to hover some 10 minutes in one position. A deep red AStar, an most unusual color livery as it was difficult to detect among the green tree foliage. Which might of been the whole perp idea, as they like to alternate reds with greens, though white colors are more common.These power line helicopter flights "happen" every 3 to 5 years, but this was the most obvious with the extended backtracking they performed.
06-16-2018
Saturday, and a day off; and a lazy one at that. It wasn't enough that I had a 8 hour sleep, but also got nailed for a two hour nap attack later in the day. I got laundry done, and then onto the Ford dealership to get the small rubber bumper for the gasoline tank hatch cover, one that stops it from rubbing on the inside. Given that gasoline is a predominant perp interest, as with all petroleum products, why was I surprised that some glitchy small part had somehow disappeared from inside the non-lockable gasoline tank access hatch. That there was two of them, and one disappeared somehow didn't surprise me either. Anyhow, after putting the rubber part back in, the hatch cover still didn't sit right. And yes, having automotive body parts misaligned is also part of the perp's games I have come to know.
I also got a bee in my bonnet over my vehicle licence place holders, as they were getting shabby, and the parts guy at the dealership came out to "help" me. I got a free one, one that advertised the local Ford dealership, and took the front one off. When I later mounted the new one, one of the two dissimilar screws wasn't long enough, so I went back to the local Ford dealership. I turned out they were metric M5 x 13 screws, which they didn't sell any more. More fun and games, including going to a local aftermarket automotive parts supplier and getting skunked there, as they didn't have metric screws. End of attempting to find metric screws in this town.
On my first trip to the Ford dealership, my doorway stalker this time was the blonde woman staff member (per above) I had spoken to the time before, and a rare instance of a friendly woman in this town, in my experience. She comes out the doorway, and says "hello handsome, keeping out of trouble?". She accompanied me (stalked as I see it) inside, and I thanked her for the compliment, and said I was doing my best to keep out of trouble. Again, at least five clustered around her afterward is this ongoing employee parade at the Ford dealership. On my later trip to the Ford dealerhip, to sort out the metric screws issue, per above, she was absent, and instead I had the loitering males at the doorway. I have never experienced a door way with so much gangstalking action, when there so very little seeming reason for it, as there isn't much other customer activity going on there when I am there.
06-17-2018
Sunday, and I worked in the vineyard to catch up. All by myself, and even the property owners were away, though leaving their dog to bark plenty. The noisescape was on the low side, unusually, save for the dog barking for an hour. (Which caused me to stop listening to my headphones while this commotion was on, in keeping with their long running game of interupting music listening). Even aircraft, save that ridiculous local red gyrocopter, were minimal. This red pickup truck that sort-of belongs to the property was moved from a neighboring property (strangely) to be parked behind my vehicle sometime during the day. This same red pickup truck gets parked in strange places on and off the vineyard property and then gets moved for curious reasons, like some kind of ritualistic choreography. I thought it was interesting as to why it wasn't parked in the driveway, near where I was working all day. No doubt the red vehicle gangstalking nonsense and the commensurate the distant dependent games has years to run yet. Maybe I will come to own a red vehicle somehow.
No card or phone call from my daughter for Father's Day; not wholly unexpected given last year's lassitude, and now more of the same. This was the same person that insisted I call my perp abetting mother on Mother's Day for crissakes. Family behavior strangeness suddenly came on when the perps first went berserk/overt in 04-2002, and hasn't let up.
And my ambition to write up a resume for a local foundry for a laboring job came to naught for the past two weeks, and is effectively over, never sent. The perps kept hitting me with some kind of mental dithering that prevented me from putting it together when I was working on it. Add in the de-motivatiing interference, and their deed was done. No resume, nothing sent. I could of done with more pay, some benefits and a full time job in a metal plant, but no, the assholes want me kept on working vineyards, augmented with the odd wine purchase and/or sampling, and then off work for 4 months. They constantly raise the fuckery when I move to a new varietal or clone, having my co-workers chat me up at length at these intervals.
Enough rambling for the week, and time to get this posted.
Sunday, February 18, 2018
Cold Weather Again
02-13-2018
Minus 7C yesterday, when it was a wonderful (comparatively) +7C four days earlier. And I see the local trend is to -13C in the next six days. I suppose it was a spring time sucker punch last week. The snow is now rock hard at the vineyard now, after all the thawing last week, though not enough to thaw it all. Not only that, but the wind was up today, an effective -5C all day. I was bundled up with three layered tops, thermal tights as long johns, a balaclava, toe warmers in my boots, a neck gaiter that extended to my nose, and googles to keep my face protected. The ski jacket was the final garment to cover me up, and the hood was indispensable.
And my loppers broke yesterday; a steel section just plain split. I suppose it was the cold, (if you believe in no other extra conventional interventions) and from what I can gather, this particular model has no parts availability. Well done perps. Another $100 to shell out to replace them. This is what they do to minimum wage farm workers under their heel.
I see the boss man just had to hang out pruning the adjacent vines to me when I was in my vehicle at the two break times I took today. The intervening time he moved somewhere else to do his pruning.
And what is with the infernal loud mufflered vehicle stalking again? This insane noisestalking technique has been going on for years, but today it reached its apex of irrationality. Thee times it visited the adjacent property for all of a minute and then came back, some 30-50 minutes apart. The first time it was when I was getting out of my vehicle, a time honored stalking moment. It is bad enough the boss man hasn't got his muffler fixed, but at least he doesn't drive it around for no reason.
02-14-2018
No love from the perps this morning; a 1/2" skiff of snow on the ground was the excuse, and lo, if they didn't wiggle the rear end of my vehicle 12" or so as it was going through the S-bends on Naramata Rd. A tricky section, with an uphill and in mid "S" it changes grade to downhill. This was with snow tires and I was going slow. As the vehicle skidded I backed off the accelerator and it immediately slowed and straightened. This was the same section they put me through a 360 degree spin two years ago, though in a different vehicle and four season radials. As to why the road maintenance personnel didn't gravel it I have no idea, as it was 0740h.
And if that wasn't enough excitement, (aka traumatization re-visitation) it was only 200m further that they had an oncoming vehicle spinning out of control. One of those dumb-assed so-called Smart cars was spinning like a top on a straightaway section coming at me from 120' away. The vehicle finished its spinning and came to a stop some 20' in front of me, facing me in my lane, headlights on. I had been slowing down all the while, and was thankful it was a straight and level section, and that the pick up truck behind me was well back. The large male negro driver waved at me and then proceeded into his lane and on his way. Like WTF; these so-called Smart cars are less than 1% of the road traffic, and negroes are at most 1% of the population here; 1/100 x 1/100 = 1/10,000 chance this could occur, never mind the rarity of a spinning vehicle coming at me. Seems like a fix to me, that, along with the fact that the perps are obsessed with planting negroes in my proximity. Another similar road stunt of four years ago had an overtaking vehicle subsequently spin out when faced with a bend in the road ahead, also ending up facing me when stopped. Two women then, but for crissakes, do they really need to pull this bullshit all to place a facing vehicle in my lane, stopped?
A full day in the vineyard, pruning. This time I introduced the use of my battery powered reciprocating saw to take on the larger cuts. I have a hand saw that does the same job, but ever the tool-geek, I just had to use the powered saw. Also contributing to this "need", was the fact that they took out my 30" loppers, per above. It did a good job, though it is heavy and it might be better to do a pass with it alone, then come back for regular pruning with the loppers and secateurs. So now, four different kinds of cutting tools I use for vine pruning; short loppers, secateurs, hand saw, and now a powered reciprocating saw, plus the long loppers that were broken (or taken out as I see it). No doubt all in the name of the perps' game over cutting tools (and object separation), and with what tool and tool steel. Fifteen years of this nonsense on top of being surreptitiously surveilled for a prior 47 years, and here they are still putzing with what tool I use to cut the vine wood with. I suppose it may alter the energy of the grapes, and hence the wine, but that is such a ridiculous long shot I just cannot fathom why they would be so obsessed over it. Perhaps there is another reason.
Not pictured are the 30" red handled loppers that broke this week, and the electric ones that I used for a day. That makes for six different kinds of cutting tools I have been using on this vineyard in the last two weeks. Add in the fact that my new loppers are identical to the blue ones pictured above, and I will be using them anew on a different vineyard for the next two or more weeks, and I suppose one could surmise that the perps are attempting to discern some energetic difference between using the blue handled loppers, though different pairs, over time and distance (4km away). I expect to end up back at this vineyard with my new loppers in two or three weeks.
02-15-2018
A dental visit, getting my my teeth cleaned first, an ordeal that is becoming worse, just as the dental hygienist suggests going 3x/year instead of two. I need a dental plan first folks, and haven't had one since the assholes descended on me in 04-2002 going berserk/overt and ripped my life to shreds, where it remains. If that weren't enough, the dentist conferred with me on the two missing tooth problem. This one was also visited last week, by the dental surgeon who determined I needed a bone graft (aka "sinus lift") in order to provide enough bone to then set screw anchors in for implants. That job, including the anchors, was $6.5K, which does not include the teeth. Today, the dentist told me the teeth would be $2k each. Ouch. An alternative is a bridge, where two false teeth span the gap and are secured to a tooth on each side. Except today, the dentist determined that one of the teeth for securing isn't strong enough, so instead of a 4 teeth arrangement, it becomes 5 teeth. The 5th tooth would be my pristine canine with no work or fillings or anything, as it would be milled down to take a cap it doesn't need. Woo hoo... who took out these tooth with root canals anyhow, and then when being filled, posts were put in, which they now acknowledge, cause teeth to break up as the internal metal post doesn't have the same flexibility as the tooth. Maybe there is a way to delay this financial pain. Or maybe, I just go around with this curious gap in my mouth for years.
Other perp excitement was that I ended up collecting a parcel for my landlady at the post office. Said landlady and lord are in Mexico and I look after their mail, check the house to see if all is OK, and otherwise do the duties of apparent habitation. Another is cleaning the snow from the walk ways, more on that later. To date, the snow has come down in daily 1" skiffs and melts on the concrete, so I have got off easy on this one, but not for long given the perp's propensity to first game me, and then later hit me with the real thing.
The event of picking up someone else's mail also brought on extra gangstalking coverage at the PO; first the doofus who was holding up service at the counter with his verbal meanderings, e.g. "wi-fi it", meaning internet access. Not quite as bad as "sending an internet", but getting there. Then the stalkers came to line up behind me while waiting out the doofus, and another one doing the faux shopping pose; bent over looking at the envelope selections for crissakes, and then shifting his attention to some kind of drug store kitsch items as if it were all in a day's shopping outing. This PO is in a drug store, though with a fairly large cosmetics section. Then the parcel access system for the counter clerk hiccuped and slowed up, and after 30 seconds was suddenly up again, and I was allowed to pick up the parcel, legally that is, and cleared with the landlady in advance. Because I live at the same street address, but not in the same building, and my driver's license ID supported the requirement that I must live at the same address, all was OK. Great fodder for the perps though, picking up someone else's parcel. After some 15 years of intense and insane abuse, and this is what turns their crank. Heaven cannot help us as they run that too.
02-16-2018
A skiff of snow on the ground this morning, enough to remind me of the events two days ago, per above. But no, there was no snow when headed N, and none on the S bends mentioned. Although freezing, no ice on the road.
Pruning vines all day; now two weeks on this job, and I have been walking on snow most of the time. There have been some warm days, but that seems to be the cause for the snow to get more crusty, enough to support my weight, even if 4" deep. So it would seem that the perps like me to walk on water so to speak, all in keeping with their games over H2O.That I swam with a swim club for 14 years, doing 2500m per practice, 50 and 100m lengths, might add to this whole picture, though since, and excepting the odd time, it seems they don't want me swimming (or running) regularly. Too much dopamine generation I suspect.
Today when I switched pruning varieties it began snowing heavily for 20 minutes. This would be in keeping with the games and disruptions that go on when I have switched varieties for other vineyard tasks like shoot thinning etc. As to what the perp's preoccupation is about when I switch vine varietals I have no idea. Sometimes, if the variety change is in the row, and not a discrete block, they have blanked me out so I don't notice for a panel or so. The boss man came to visit me then too, asking me to leave the loppers behind in the tool shed.
As it "happened", I later bought a new pair of loppers, identical to the ones I was using. So perhaps the deal was that the perps didn't want me to have both pairs at home, as I usually take the company loppers home to sharpen them up. But as today is Friday, the boss man might be in on Saturday, and he said he might need them.
02-17-2018
Saturday, and there was 4" of snow on the ground. The falling snow was abated, and I got onto shoveling it. Not just my 25' to the gate, but the rest of the paths as the landlord is away and I am looking after the place. That would include the sidewalk here in suburbia, but also their driveway and vehicle to make as if the place was habituated.
But I got faked out and it came down some more, and by mid afternoon with my hair appointment pending, I walked into downtown to get it done. I had a new stylist, cute but chubby, and not terribly chatty, but she did a good job, and put on plenty of touchings. At one point she pressed her breasts into the back of my neck for whatever reason. No, I didn't get a thrill out of that, in this world of being kept as a subject for nonconsensual human experimentation, in situ. By the time I was done it was sunny, and no more snow coming down. Ergo, a second round of snow cleaning, including all pathways, driveway, sidewalk and vehicles. At least 4" deep each time, not a huge dump, but plenty enough work to clean up.
Later, I did my laundry at the laundromat and lo, if t he assholes didn't pull another snowfall, though only a 1/2" this time. They were bound and determined to lay down more snow on top of what I cleaned up, this being the third time. Given their nutzo interest in where I walk, and what objects (or beings) traverse my path (and how soon afterward), why snow shoveling is just the ticket with the metal edged plastic blade scraping ahead of me. At one point they pulled the leading metal edge off the snow shovel, so now they had two variants of surface scraping; one with and one without the metal edge, just the plastic. The friendly guy at the laundromat explained his snow shoveling woes to me, and it was only then that I learned about the metal edge and its propensity to come off, which explained how this metal "arrived" while I was snow shoveling and had no idea where it came from. That he had such a metal edge inside the laundromat while explaining all this to me wasn't too much of a surprise in hindsight, though the perps blanked out these nefarious and consistent objectives from my mind during this exchange. I am not allowed to know or associate that I can readily figure out on my own. He cleaned his lot three times, and presumably, the metal edge was on his snow scoop for some of the time. And of course, I drove, parked and walked on his lot, so perhaps the metal edge was inside for some kind of energetic interaction testing in a situation where it wasn't obviously used. All too clever, from the sickest minds that reside on this lab rat planet.
02-18-2018
I decided that I would not work this Sunday, and essentially cocoon myself in for a snow bound day. I did get out and do some minor clearing and sanding on pathways. With the dropping temperatures we now have ice on the roads that weren't cleaned, and that means those in suburbia that aren't thoroughfares. I did make it out for some minor shopping and banking, (two errand stops) replete with my stalkers. It was the "loitering dudes with pickup trucks" show. On entering the bank the dude was exiting, and held the door open for me, extending his reach to keep it open, passing me on my R side, in the perps' long running signature move. I finished up at the ATM, got into my vehicle, and lo, said dude just "happened" to be leaving in his pick up and crossing in front of where I was to then proceed. He should of been long gone, so just what exactly was he waiting for, except to dog my ass one more time, this time in his raised pick up truck.
Ditto again, only 50m away at the grocery store; another dude was dogging my ass and putting on the extra obvious malingering and also managed to precede me at the checkout, at least his third stalking reprise in the store. Again, I finished up and got to my vehicle, and then he proceeds to pull out and cross my path in the identical manner in a raised pick up as the dude at the bank, just driving the opposite direction. Like WTF; as above, he should of been long gone. Enough of that shit, and home I went.
But I wasn't done, or more like, they weren't done. I make a turn at a regular corner on my beat, and lo, there is an oncoming ambulance with lights flashing and siren wailing. As to why the ambulance didn't take the most cleared route that ran parallel I have no idea. But as regular readers will know, chasing me with ambulances at all hours of the day and night, mostly they are "just cruising" around, is nothing new. I also had two preceding vehicles on my local suburban street, and for this section it wasn't cleared, but a packed snow/ice road surface. I don't think in five years at this location they have put on such an obvious vehicular following before.
And I get plenty of continued mind planted notions that this abuse and harassment is going to end, aka, cessation of hostilities, but with the above dudes-with-raised-pickups-stalking, and both of them hanging back in identical fashion for a vehicular parking lot pass, I don't think so. And too, the finesse and mind fuck games over snow shoveling as mentioned above, don't in any way suggest that these assholes have any mind to give up. After 47 years or covert surveillance and orchestration, and now almost 16 year of blatant abuse, I don't think they have any other plans but to continue. Besides, every few years, on the eve of the April 2002 onset when they invaded and went into berserk/overt mode, they pull this planted notion of going to cease hostilities. It hasn't happened, and won't, and I have been correct every time.
And too, the assholes have made it plain it is going to be another year of vineyard laboring; I didn't hear back from that puff-ball interview of three weeks ago, which was offering a full time gig, so I can take it that means vineyard laboring for the year. Besides, they are building a house there, replete with hammering and banging and power tool noise, often timed exactly at to when I make a pruning decision, or a cut of the vine. (I also predicted that they would not give up this option of having me work in a vineyard with adjacent house building noise).
For vine pruning, interestingly, I only make a partial decision, as I leave 3-4 canes and cut the rest. The boss man comes later and makes a final decision to leave two and cuts them to length. (He has his criteria, but it doesn't make any sense, and he wasn't very clear. Most vineyards cut all healthy canes to the same length). Then someone is going to come along and pull the canes out from the trellis. So.. we have two people making pruning decisions and cuts covering the same ground, and all the while the house building hammering and banging is going on. Sounds like perp noise-stalking perfection to me. Obviously, a similar scenario of 2015-16 where there was a house being built at one of the two vineyards I worked at wasn't sufficient.
And to not forget, the perps just love to stalk my ass anytime or anywhere I make a decision. And don't ask as to why; my only clue, which maybe a red herring, is that if one follows Hugh Everett's Many Worlds theory, (links; Hugh Everett, MWI Theory, Wikipedia) is that each time one takes a measurement (observation) or makes a decision, a new world is created. It could be, though the compelling question is of course where do all these worlds go, as there ought to be billions of them by now. Perhaps there is some other quantum effects that present themselves and this is what the perps are researching, and by extension, why they are hounding my ass so relentlessly, now 63 years worth.
Enough for a post on this snow bound day, and get this out there.
Minus 7C yesterday, when it was a wonderful (comparatively) +7C four days earlier. And I see the local trend is to -13C in the next six days. I suppose it was a spring time sucker punch last week. The snow is now rock hard at the vineyard now, after all the thawing last week, though not enough to thaw it all. Not only that, but the wind was up today, an effective -5C all day. I was bundled up with three layered tops, thermal tights as long johns, a balaclava, toe warmers in my boots, a neck gaiter that extended to my nose, and googles to keep my face protected. The ski jacket was the final garment to cover me up, and the hood was indispensable.
And my loppers broke yesterday; a steel section just plain split. I suppose it was the cold, (if you believe in no other extra conventional interventions) and from what I can gather, this particular model has no parts availability. Well done perps. Another $100 to shell out to replace them. This is what they do to minimum wage farm workers under their heel.
I see the boss man just had to hang out pruning the adjacent vines to me when I was in my vehicle at the two break times I took today. The intervening time he moved somewhere else to do his pruning.
And what is with the infernal loud mufflered vehicle stalking again? This insane noisestalking technique has been going on for years, but today it reached its apex of irrationality. Thee times it visited the adjacent property for all of a minute and then came back, some 30-50 minutes apart. The first time it was when I was getting out of my vehicle, a time honored stalking moment. It is bad enough the boss man hasn't got his muffler fixed, but at least he doesn't drive it around for no reason.
02-14-2018
No love from the perps this morning; a 1/2" skiff of snow on the ground was the excuse, and lo, if they didn't wiggle the rear end of my vehicle 12" or so as it was going through the S-bends on Naramata Rd. A tricky section, with an uphill and in mid "S" it changes grade to downhill. This was with snow tires and I was going slow. As the vehicle skidded I backed off the accelerator and it immediately slowed and straightened. This was the same section they put me through a 360 degree spin two years ago, though in a different vehicle and four season radials. As to why the road maintenance personnel didn't gravel it I have no idea, as it was 0740h.
And if that wasn't enough excitement, (aka traumatization re-visitation) it was only 200m further that they had an oncoming vehicle spinning out of control. One of those dumb-assed so-called Smart cars was spinning like a top on a straightaway section coming at me from 120' away. The vehicle finished its spinning and came to a stop some 20' in front of me, facing me in my lane, headlights on. I had been slowing down all the while, and was thankful it was a straight and level section, and that the pick up truck behind me was well back. The large male negro driver waved at me and then proceeded into his lane and on his way. Like WTF; these so-called Smart cars are less than 1% of the road traffic, and negroes are at most 1% of the population here; 1/100 x 1/100 = 1/10,000 chance this could occur, never mind the rarity of a spinning vehicle coming at me. Seems like a fix to me, that, along with the fact that the perps are obsessed with planting negroes in my proximity. Another similar road stunt of four years ago had an overtaking vehicle subsequently spin out when faced with a bend in the road ahead, also ending up facing me when stopped. Two women then, but for crissakes, do they really need to pull this bullshit all to place a facing vehicle in my lane, stopped?
A full day in the vineyard, pruning. This time I introduced the use of my battery powered reciprocating saw to take on the larger cuts. I have a hand saw that does the same job, but ever the tool-geek, I just had to use the powered saw. Also contributing to this "need", was the fact that they took out my 30" loppers, per above. It did a good job, though it is heavy and it might be better to do a pass with it alone, then come back for regular pruning with the loppers and secateurs. So now, four different kinds of cutting tools I use for vine pruning; short loppers, secateurs, hand saw, and now a powered reciprocating saw, plus the long loppers that were broken (or taken out as I see it). No doubt all in the name of the perps' game over cutting tools (and object separation), and with what tool and tool steel. Fifteen years of this nonsense on top of being surreptitiously surveilled for a prior 47 years, and here they are still putzing with what tool I use to cut the vine wood with. I suppose it may alter the energy of the grapes, and hence the wine, but that is such a ridiculous long shot I just cannot fathom why they would be so obsessed over it. Perhaps there is another reason.
02-15-2018
A dental visit, getting my my teeth cleaned first, an ordeal that is becoming worse, just as the dental hygienist suggests going 3x/year instead of two. I need a dental plan first folks, and haven't had one since the assholes descended on me in 04-2002 going berserk/overt and ripped my life to shreds, where it remains. If that weren't enough, the dentist conferred with me on the two missing tooth problem. This one was also visited last week, by the dental surgeon who determined I needed a bone graft (aka "sinus lift") in order to provide enough bone to then set screw anchors in for implants. That job, including the anchors, was $6.5K, which does not include the teeth. Today, the dentist told me the teeth would be $2k each. Ouch. An alternative is a bridge, where two false teeth span the gap and are secured to a tooth on each side. Except today, the dentist determined that one of the teeth for securing isn't strong enough, so instead of a 4 teeth arrangement, it becomes 5 teeth. The 5th tooth would be my pristine canine with no work or fillings or anything, as it would be milled down to take a cap it doesn't need. Woo hoo... who took out these tooth with root canals anyhow, and then when being filled, posts were put in, which they now acknowledge, cause teeth to break up as the internal metal post doesn't have the same flexibility as the tooth. Maybe there is a way to delay this financial pain. Or maybe, I just go around with this curious gap in my mouth for years.
Other perp excitement was that I ended up collecting a parcel for my landlady at the post office. Said landlady and lord are in Mexico and I look after their mail, check the house to see if all is OK, and otherwise do the duties of apparent habitation. Another is cleaning the snow from the walk ways, more on that later. To date, the snow has come down in daily 1" skiffs and melts on the concrete, so I have got off easy on this one, but not for long given the perp's propensity to first game me, and then later hit me with the real thing.
The event of picking up someone else's mail also brought on extra gangstalking coverage at the PO; first the doofus who was holding up service at the counter with his verbal meanderings, e.g. "wi-fi it", meaning internet access. Not quite as bad as "sending an internet", but getting there. Then the stalkers came to line up behind me while waiting out the doofus, and another one doing the faux shopping pose; bent over looking at the envelope selections for crissakes, and then shifting his attention to some kind of drug store kitsch items as if it were all in a day's shopping outing. This PO is in a drug store, though with a fairly large cosmetics section. Then the parcel access system for the counter clerk hiccuped and slowed up, and after 30 seconds was suddenly up again, and I was allowed to pick up the parcel, legally that is, and cleared with the landlady in advance. Because I live at the same street address, but not in the same building, and my driver's license ID supported the requirement that I must live at the same address, all was OK. Great fodder for the perps though, picking up someone else's parcel. After some 15 years of intense and insane abuse, and this is what turns their crank. Heaven cannot help us as they run that too.
02-16-2018
A skiff of snow on the ground this morning, enough to remind me of the events two days ago, per above. But no, there was no snow when headed N, and none on the S bends mentioned. Although freezing, no ice on the road.
Pruning vines all day; now two weeks on this job, and I have been walking on snow most of the time. There have been some warm days, but that seems to be the cause for the snow to get more crusty, enough to support my weight, even if 4" deep. So it would seem that the perps like me to walk on water so to speak, all in keeping with their games over H2O.That I swam with a swim club for 14 years, doing 2500m per practice, 50 and 100m lengths, might add to this whole picture, though since, and excepting the odd time, it seems they don't want me swimming (or running) regularly. Too much dopamine generation I suspect.
Today when I switched pruning varieties it began snowing heavily for 20 minutes. This would be in keeping with the games and disruptions that go on when I have switched varieties for other vineyard tasks like shoot thinning etc. As to what the perp's preoccupation is about when I switch vine varietals I have no idea. Sometimes, if the variety change is in the row, and not a discrete block, they have blanked me out so I don't notice for a panel or so. The boss man came to visit me then too, asking me to leave the loppers behind in the tool shed.
As it "happened", I later bought a new pair of loppers, identical to the ones I was using. So perhaps the deal was that the perps didn't want me to have both pairs at home, as I usually take the company loppers home to sharpen them up. But as today is Friday, the boss man might be in on Saturday, and he said he might need them.
02-17-2018
Saturday, and there was 4" of snow on the ground. The falling snow was abated, and I got onto shoveling it. Not just my 25' to the gate, but the rest of the paths as the landlord is away and I am looking after the place. That would include the sidewalk here in suburbia, but also their driveway and vehicle to make as if the place was habituated.
But I got faked out and it came down some more, and by mid afternoon with my hair appointment pending, I walked into downtown to get it done. I had a new stylist, cute but chubby, and not terribly chatty, but she did a good job, and put on plenty of touchings. At one point she pressed her breasts into the back of my neck for whatever reason. No, I didn't get a thrill out of that, in this world of being kept as a subject for nonconsensual human experimentation, in situ. By the time I was done it was sunny, and no more snow coming down. Ergo, a second round of snow cleaning, including all pathways, driveway, sidewalk and vehicles. At least 4" deep each time, not a huge dump, but plenty enough work to clean up.
Later, I did my laundry at the laundromat and lo, if t he assholes didn't pull another snowfall, though only a 1/2" this time. They were bound and determined to lay down more snow on top of what I cleaned up, this being the third time. Given their nutzo interest in where I walk, and what objects (or beings) traverse my path (and how soon afterward), why snow shoveling is just the ticket with the metal edged plastic blade scraping ahead of me. At one point they pulled the leading metal edge off the snow shovel, so now they had two variants of surface scraping; one with and one without the metal edge, just the plastic. The friendly guy at the laundromat explained his snow shoveling woes to me, and it was only then that I learned about the metal edge and its propensity to come off, which explained how this metal "arrived" while I was snow shoveling and had no idea where it came from. That he had such a metal edge inside the laundromat while explaining all this to me wasn't too much of a surprise in hindsight, though the perps blanked out these nefarious and consistent objectives from my mind during this exchange. I am not allowed to know or associate that I can readily figure out on my own. He cleaned his lot three times, and presumably, the metal edge was on his snow scoop for some of the time. And of course, I drove, parked and walked on his lot, so perhaps the metal edge was inside for some kind of energetic interaction testing in a situation where it wasn't obviously used. All too clever, from the sickest minds that reside on this lab rat planet.
02-18-2018
I decided that I would not work this Sunday, and essentially cocoon myself in for a snow bound day. I did get out and do some minor clearing and sanding on pathways. With the dropping temperatures we now have ice on the roads that weren't cleaned, and that means those in suburbia that aren't thoroughfares. I did make it out for some minor shopping and banking, (two errand stops) replete with my stalkers. It was the "loitering dudes with pickup trucks" show. On entering the bank the dude was exiting, and held the door open for me, extending his reach to keep it open, passing me on my R side, in the perps' long running signature move. I finished up at the ATM, got into my vehicle, and lo, said dude just "happened" to be leaving in his pick up and crossing in front of where I was to then proceed. He should of been long gone, so just what exactly was he waiting for, except to dog my ass one more time, this time in his raised pick up truck.
Ditto again, only 50m away at the grocery store; another dude was dogging my ass and putting on the extra obvious malingering and also managed to precede me at the checkout, at least his third stalking reprise in the store. Again, I finished up and got to my vehicle, and then he proceeds to pull out and cross my path in the identical manner in a raised pick up as the dude at the bank, just driving the opposite direction. Like WTF; as above, he should of been long gone. Enough of that shit, and home I went.
But I wasn't done, or more like, they weren't done. I make a turn at a regular corner on my beat, and lo, there is an oncoming ambulance with lights flashing and siren wailing. As to why the ambulance didn't take the most cleared route that ran parallel I have no idea. But as regular readers will know, chasing me with ambulances at all hours of the day and night, mostly they are "just cruising" around, is nothing new. I also had two preceding vehicles on my local suburban street, and for this section it wasn't cleared, but a packed snow/ice road surface. I don't think in five years at this location they have put on such an obvious vehicular following before.
And I get plenty of continued mind planted notions that this abuse and harassment is going to end, aka, cessation of hostilities, but with the above dudes-with-raised-pickups-stalking, and both of them hanging back in identical fashion for a vehicular parking lot pass, I don't think so. And too, the finesse and mind fuck games over snow shoveling as mentioned above, don't in any way suggest that these assholes have any mind to give up. After 47 years or covert surveillance and orchestration, and now almost 16 year of blatant abuse, I don't think they have any other plans but to continue. Besides, every few years, on the eve of the April 2002 onset when they invaded and went into berserk/overt mode, they pull this planted notion of going to cease hostilities. It hasn't happened, and won't, and I have been correct every time.
And too, the assholes have made it plain it is going to be another year of vineyard laboring; I didn't hear back from that puff-ball interview of three weeks ago, which was offering a full time gig, so I can take it that means vineyard laboring for the year. Besides, they are building a house there, replete with hammering and banging and power tool noise, often timed exactly at to when I make a pruning decision, or a cut of the vine. (I also predicted that they would not give up this option of having me work in a vineyard with adjacent house building noise).
For vine pruning, interestingly, I only make a partial decision, as I leave 3-4 canes and cut the rest. The boss man comes later and makes a final decision to leave two and cuts them to length. (He has his criteria, but it doesn't make any sense, and he wasn't very clear. Most vineyards cut all healthy canes to the same length). Then someone is going to come along and pull the canes out from the trellis. So.. we have two people making pruning decisions and cuts covering the same ground, and all the while the house building hammering and banging is going on. Sounds like perp noise-stalking perfection to me. Obviously, a similar scenario of 2015-16 where there was a house being built at one of the two vineyards I worked at wasn't sufficient.
And to not forget, the perps just love to stalk my ass anytime or anywhere I make a decision. And don't ask as to why; my only clue, which maybe a red herring, is that if one follows Hugh Everett's Many Worlds theory, (links; Hugh Everett, MWI Theory, Wikipedia) is that each time one takes a measurement (observation) or makes a decision, a new world is created. It could be, though the compelling question is of course where do all these worlds go, as there ought to be billions of them by now. Perhaps there is some other quantum effects that present themselves and this is what the perps are researching, and by extension, why they are hounding my ass so relentlessly, now 63 years worth.
Enough for a post on this snow bound day, and get this out there.
Sunday, July 23, 2017
New Job in Mid-Season
07-18-2017
Another smokey hazy day, as there are so many forest fires here in BC. None locally, but the smoke does carry, and then sit in this Okanagan valley. Which also means it limits the amount of solar radiation. What would of been a hot day of say, 32C, is only some 28C. The perps love sunlight and heat games, and I suppose they are up to their usual tricks of "local dimming" again. Two years ago there was plenty of smoke haze in the valley, comparable to these past two weeks.
My third consecutive day at my new employer, mainly a vineyard operation, though I see they have a winery that is just completed. I am working on my own for the most part, though the boss lady does come by every so often. Goodness knows why the perps needed to cycle me from a 6 person crew situation of five months, to a work-alone situation for two remaining months of the vineyard season. But as they have had me in a near work-alone situation for the past five years, save last year with one co-worker, it is all the more curious as to why they had to revert to the former situation. But it seems they had this one planned, with Difficult Dick at the last employer rounding on me 4x to come across as a rude-assed deranger. The boss man there did not ask as to why I was leaving. Funny how that "happens".
07-19-2017
A hot day in the vineyard, tucking shoots by hand. No reprieve (as in reduced solar intensity) from the smoke today, as it was relatively light. The assholes screwed with my vitamin intake again, this time "forgetting" me out of taking them at lunch, even if sitting in the bottom of my lunch bag and duly seen at the time. Within the hour I knew it, as the energy depletion fuckery came on, when I am just fine in the heat. And of course, more adversity comes on and the assholes make sure I get fucking pissed. (Or "pissed off" as we say in Canada).
Adding to the adversity, they fucked with my cable from the headphones to the player, so just when I had 285 songs queued from my very favorite singer, LR, why, there is intermittent channel drop-outs. Ergo, shut it down and go without any tunes while doing boring vineyard work for the rest of the day.
If that weren't enough, they added insult to injury, (a favorite perp timing), by trashing the zipper on the pouch that goes on my work belt, making my phone and DAP exposed, and of course (per perp adversity), ready to spill out. Ongoing relentless fuckery, one on top of the other, and timed coincidentally even if there are no contingencies
Continuing in this theme of stereo channel fuckery, my stereo at my residence has L channel drop outs, these being the new cables that replaced the ones that mysteriously developed a break in the solder joint.
07-20-2017
A warm, but partially cloudy day in the vineyard; no smoke. Even a spatter of rain for 20 seconds after lunch, a favorite "gotcha" perp timing. But that didn't stop the perps from arranging entertainment of a kind. Across the lake a fire broke out, and in time, that brought in the helicopter to dump water on it. All was duly timed for me to watch this at my 1000h break from my vehicle.
07-21-2017
Another day of dull and boring tucking; the audio device fuckery was all about having me bring my home (usually) headphones into the vineyard, which are typically a PIA as the vertical earpiece posts hang up on the vine shoots. And then in the afternoon the DAP battery was depleted, so only a partial listening to LR.
This vineyard is closer to a busy road, so now the traffic noise has amped up; the usual parade of HD motorcycles, bad mufflers, hot rods, sirens etc. Even more noisy was first thing this morning, when three deer got in the vineyard and the owner chased them out in his ATV. Plus he made a few visits on his ATV to me to explain things. And then some mysterious low frequency noise, like a subwoofer aimed my way from 200m away for five minutes. All jolly good noise games while listening intently to LR, for whom the sun rises and sets.
The male co-owner came by at one point, and chatted briefly. It seems he wants me for next year's vineyard work. That is good to know I am wanted longer term. Presumably the radio-therapy cancer treatments planned this fall won't screw things up, nor any other introduced ailments, most of which seem to be focused around having a dopamine deficiency. I have beating on this problem for over 20 years, and with the exception of stimulant medication for 2.5 years, I have got absolutely no clinical traction. And for the record, the very effective (and no problem) stimulant medication was taken from me due to this insane incursion/invasion in my Seattle apartment in 04-2002 by what amounts to the Gestapo of the Fourth Reich. And they have gangstalked and harassed the literal shit out of me every since, and obstructed, if not directed, all my clinical care since. (And likely before too). So you think you live in a free country, the US or Canada? Not in my experience.
07-22-2017
Saturday, and a day off. I attended to some domestic chores, replete with same color vehicle gangstalking. (What is it about taking glass to the recycle depot that so excites the perps to put on extra silly shit?) I attempted a walk-in doctor clinic visit, but the assholes stacked it with at least 15 seeming patients lined up ahead of me. After a 5 minute wait that was going nowhere, I decided to bail on this ritual of getting swarmed at the door, and instead, purchase yet more chocolate at LD next door. Despite the new medication, me being there for a refill, it hasn't abated the chocolate habit. And I always know when my dopamine production is working as it should, as I don't crave chocolate. Its been rare these past 15 years of this senseless and relentless abuse and harassment. But the odd time, a combination of tyrosine and or phenylalanine will work. Then it dissipates in a few weeks.
Then off to a hike at McIntyre Bluff; no tanning today as it was cloudy, though warm and no threatening rain.
07-23-2017
A straight day of vine tucking, the job becoming more adverse with each passing day. It seems the wires were raised, but no straightening or wire clipping was done, and the shoots could then fall down on each other. So, along comes me, and I get to straighten them up, and just two days ago they supplied the clips to pinch the wires together and keep them vertical. I have been on this job for the past six days, and am at least three days from finishing this 4.5 acres.
And despite wearing short for the past four weeks, I see my leg tan has gone absolutely nowhere for the past two weeks. That is, it hasn't got any deeper, and my tan is stalled out at a mid-brown, and may have even diminished some. I just don't understand why the perps need to jack around with my level of skin brown-ess. But as they have been on a total brown color fixation since all this abuse began in 04-2002, why am I surprised? They seem to be holding my leg tan to a constant level. Or else they are jacking with my perception of color, something they have long been doing, as it seems from what I heard from an expert on the radio, everyone's perception of color is unique. Great; another reason to be experimented upon at substantial length, as if 47 prior years wasn't enough.
This text editor is suddenly screwing up and is time to bail.
Another smokey hazy day, as there are so many forest fires here in BC. None locally, but the smoke does carry, and then sit in this Okanagan valley. Which also means it limits the amount of solar radiation. What would of been a hot day of say, 32C, is only some 28C. The perps love sunlight and heat games, and I suppose they are up to their usual tricks of "local dimming" again. Two years ago there was plenty of smoke haze in the valley, comparable to these past two weeks.
My third consecutive day at my new employer, mainly a vineyard operation, though I see they have a winery that is just completed. I am working on my own for the most part, though the boss lady does come by every so often. Goodness knows why the perps needed to cycle me from a 6 person crew situation of five months, to a work-alone situation for two remaining months of the vineyard season. But as they have had me in a near work-alone situation for the past five years, save last year with one co-worker, it is all the more curious as to why they had to revert to the former situation. But it seems they had this one planned, with Difficult Dick at the last employer rounding on me 4x to come across as a rude-assed deranger. The boss man there did not ask as to why I was leaving. Funny how that "happens".
07-19-2017
A hot day in the vineyard, tucking shoots by hand. No reprieve (as in reduced solar intensity) from the smoke today, as it was relatively light. The assholes screwed with my vitamin intake again, this time "forgetting" me out of taking them at lunch, even if sitting in the bottom of my lunch bag and duly seen at the time. Within the hour I knew it, as the energy depletion fuckery came on, when I am just fine in the heat. And of course, more adversity comes on and the assholes make sure I get fucking pissed. (Or "pissed off" as we say in Canada).
Adding to the adversity, they fucked with my cable from the headphones to the player, so just when I had 285 songs queued from my very favorite singer, LR, why, there is intermittent channel drop-outs. Ergo, shut it down and go without any tunes while doing boring vineyard work for the rest of the day.
If that weren't enough, they added insult to injury, (a favorite perp timing), by trashing the zipper on the pouch that goes on my work belt, making my phone and DAP exposed, and of course (per perp adversity), ready to spill out. Ongoing relentless fuckery, one on top of the other, and timed coincidentally even if there are no contingencies
Continuing in this theme of stereo channel fuckery, my stereo at my residence has L channel drop outs, these being the new cables that replaced the ones that mysteriously developed a break in the solder joint.
07-20-2017
A warm, but partially cloudy day in the vineyard; no smoke. Even a spatter of rain for 20 seconds after lunch, a favorite "gotcha" perp timing. But that didn't stop the perps from arranging entertainment of a kind. Across the lake a fire broke out, and in time, that brought in the helicopter to dump water on it. All was duly timed for me to watch this at my 1000h break from my vehicle.
07-21-2017
Another day of dull and boring tucking; the audio device fuckery was all about having me bring my home (usually) headphones into the vineyard, which are typically a PIA as the vertical earpiece posts hang up on the vine shoots. And then in the afternoon the DAP battery was depleted, so only a partial listening to LR.
This vineyard is closer to a busy road, so now the traffic noise has amped up; the usual parade of HD motorcycles, bad mufflers, hot rods, sirens etc. Even more noisy was first thing this morning, when three deer got in the vineyard and the owner chased them out in his ATV. Plus he made a few visits on his ATV to me to explain things. And then some mysterious low frequency noise, like a subwoofer aimed my way from 200m away for five minutes. All jolly good noise games while listening intently to LR, for whom the sun rises and sets.
The male co-owner came by at one point, and chatted briefly. It seems he wants me for next year's vineyard work. That is good to know I am wanted longer term. Presumably the radio-therapy cancer treatments planned this fall won't screw things up, nor any other introduced ailments, most of which seem to be focused around having a dopamine deficiency. I have beating on this problem for over 20 years, and with the exception of stimulant medication for 2.5 years, I have got absolutely no clinical traction. And for the record, the very effective (and no problem) stimulant medication was taken from me due to this insane incursion/invasion in my Seattle apartment in 04-2002 by what amounts to the Gestapo of the Fourth Reich. And they have gangstalked and harassed the literal shit out of me every since, and obstructed, if not directed, all my clinical care since. (And likely before too). So you think you live in a free country, the US or Canada? Not in my experience.
07-22-2017
Saturday, and a day off. I attended to some domestic chores, replete with same color vehicle gangstalking. (What is it about taking glass to the recycle depot that so excites the perps to put on extra silly shit?) I attempted a walk-in doctor clinic visit, but the assholes stacked it with at least 15 seeming patients lined up ahead of me. After a 5 minute wait that was going nowhere, I decided to bail on this ritual of getting swarmed at the door, and instead, purchase yet more chocolate at LD next door. Despite the new medication, me being there for a refill, it hasn't abated the chocolate habit. And I always know when my dopamine production is working as it should, as I don't crave chocolate. Its been rare these past 15 years of this senseless and relentless abuse and harassment. But the odd time, a combination of tyrosine and or phenylalanine will work. Then it dissipates in a few weeks.
Then off to a hike at McIntyre Bluff; no tanning today as it was cloudy, though warm and no threatening rain.
07-23-2017
A straight day of vine tucking, the job becoming more adverse with each passing day. It seems the wires were raised, but no straightening or wire clipping was done, and the shoots could then fall down on each other. So, along comes me, and I get to straighten them up, and just two days ago they supplied the clips to pinch the wires together and keep them vertical. I have been on this job for the past six days, and am at least three days from finishing this 4.5 acres.
And despite wearing short for the past four weeks, I see my leg tan has gone absolutely nowhere for the past two weeks. That is, it hasn't got any deeper, and my tan is stalled out at a mid-brown, and may have even diminished some. I just don't understand why the perps need to jack around with my level of skin brown-ess. But as they have been on a total brown color fixation since all this abuse began in 04-2002, why am I surprised? They seem to be holding my leg tan to a constant level. Or else they are jacking with my perception of color, something they have long been doing, as it seems from what I heard from an expert on the radio, everyone's perception of color is unique. Great; another reason to be experimented upon at substantial length, as if 47 prior years wasn't enough.
This text editor is suddenly screwing up and is time to bail.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Noise Train
1030h
A near continuous train of noise came on about 0700h and until I got up at 0800h. The routine is that I plug my ears and then they come back with more noise immediately following the release of my fingers. And also, they are adding in more ear thwacking noise, as if there was a sudden suction release and then a pop sound, usually in both ears, even if one is plugged with the pillow and back of my wrist (head down on pillow side), and the other is plugged with a finger. And no matter how gently I release my fingers, they inflict these sudden popping thwacks to my ears, even if my fingers aren't on my ears. It is all part of the game; something like Microsoft's strategy; embrace, extend and exploit. In practical terms, it means create the cause (noise), then the putative solution (plug ears), extend the noise fuckery games (add on thwacking noise every time) and thereby exploit for another iteration.
When up and about, the outside traffic noise suddenly abates, and the above entire train of noise stops, save the odd strategic continuation, often with brown colored foods in my mouth or recounting past harassment stunts and the responsible players and Fuckwits of the day. Once online, there are varying ramp ups of noise, then I wear the earmuffs, then some noise gets punched through, then I take them off and plug my ears again, and somewhere in all these interations of this cycle I get a phone call, a method to then apply an electromagnetic device to my ear and mouth. And so the cycle goes for the morning.
Though today, my brother called and indicated that he needs more leaf raking, so I expect that I will be off to help out, then do the bus trip back into town with my attendant freakshow with the odd "starter blonde" and then the Fuckwit dudes with their cell phones, save the odd one who strangely doesn't get on the bus after waiting for it. All the while at my brother's place the noisescape will continue; usually more aircraft noise and motorcycle noise along with sirens to keep me company raking leaves. This should be the final round, and it is interesting that it is scripted the second day with my new eyeglasses on. I wonder what visual distortion fuckery will be in store for me in these circumstances.
2020h
Back from raking leaves this afternoon, and the one hour cleaner job at 1745h. The leaf raking task ended up being wet from extracting leaves from garden plants and beds, and that was the excuse for the perps to then dye my hands yellow as if it came from inside of the gloves I was wearing. More color games, and I still cannot get it off. Needless to say, there were plenty of yellow dressed gangstalkers on my walk to the local bus stop near his place, and then yellow vehicles acccompanying the bus into downtown. When my brother picked me up I made use of his vehicle to transport this PC to a nearby computer store to get the memory installed. I had attempted to install it myself, but lo, if it just didn't work. The perps still won't let me do any repairs on the PC, but this time they sucked me into attempting and then shut the PC down. Only when I removed the memory I installed did this PC run again. So... it cost me $40 in labor for that excursion on top of the $25 I paid for OCZ memory, assuming the $25 rebate check arrives. The memory sticks spent at least six days sitting around on the shelf immediately above this PC, so I suspect that was also part of the perp's big interest in their heavy gangstalking coverage today. And also, the PC was at the shop all the time I was away, so that concordance might of also been of perp interest as well.
When I took the PC to the computer store the gangstalking action was all over; three same red vehicles parked together when I got out of the building, my brother fussing over the PC and ensuring it was bounded by a blue plastic recycle box on one side, and a cardboard box on another, all to make sure it wouldn't slide around in his van. We only had to go some 200', but as he does the perps' bidding, he puts on extra obsessive carefulness. And it was truly a freakshow on the gangstalking circuit; that short drive to the computer store and then afterward. I have never seen so many shiftless males wandering about, not seeming to have a day job, and at least a third of them wearing the color red in some manner; as a hat, coat, backpack, shoes, you name it, the men have gone red in this town.
So when I returned via bus, and walked to the computer store I had my gangstalking freakshow again; my lead-ahead gangstalker entered the store ahead of me and did a "just stand there" routine, and once I paid for the repair and was humpfing the PC on the street, the gangstalking action was heightened all the more. I had the regular shiftless males of this building, at least six of them, lined up and walking along, doing their gangstalking along with other vagrants and near-bums and their shopping carts filled with plastic bags. I was also witness to a six-abreast configuration, equi-spaced line of gangstalkers the width of the crosswalk proceeding on the walk signal; it is rare that I see this amount of coordination, but there they were, crossing the street ahead of me, and then one of them crossed behind them and came to "join me" by standing behind me at the adjacent orthogonal pedestrian crossing. This purposeful standing behind me is getting irksome to say the least.
The cleaning job took the "usual" 75 minutes, and the boss man had given up telling me it can be done in an hour or less. I moving fast all the time, and I cannot even get close. When I had finished the mopping in the upstairs bathrooms, the last thing I do, he was sitting in the service area on the customer seating. I told him that I had just finished the mopping and that I was done, and all I had to do was empty the mop bucket, put the cleaning kit away, and switch out the lights. So after a minute or so of wheeling the mop bucket to the sink, he calls out to me and tells me not to empty the bucket. So why the fuck didn't he tell me when I was near him, and before I moved it away? Anyhow, I bring the bucket back and he gave me a lesson on handling the mop and told me I had to do this one area once per week. Somehow he knew I had not mopped it, repeating his unerring detection of another area that hadn't been mopped, and had missed until then. And lo, if he didn't also "know" that I "forgot" (read, was mind-fucked as I hadn't forgotten until tonight) to take out the recycle garbage out to the bins. And then he tells me that I "forgot" to refill the toilet paper roll in the mechanic's washroom last night, also something I had been regularly checking. So this job is devolving into being mentally sabotaged while he "finds out" these imposed "lapses" that are remotely applied. I just don't forget that much, especially when there is a physical component to it, as well as the kinesthetic actions of observing and replacing if need be. With this kind of shit going down every day on the job, it makes me wonder when I will be allowed to compentently undertake my duties. Obviously, error and oversight of the pre-harassment days wasn't enough fuckups for them, and so they create more for me to deal with. Maybe the summertime daffodil bulb picking wasn't so bad after all (save the loonies as coworkers). And I suspect that there will be a repeat of this job in 2009; I learned that the cleaning job will have its hours moved back with daylight savings time, enabling me to keep both jobs with time for a quick dinner between them. This is going to be a long haul of harassment; easily two more years with the assholes pounding on me if their agenda is nearly as long as it seems.
2305h
More sirens as I type this, but large motorcycle noise is always worse, at least for me. And I heard plenty of them when raking leaves today. Time to call this one done and ponder what ludicrousness will unfold tomorrow when I go to an induction session about a social program to supply training.
A near continuous train of noise came on about 0700h and until I got up at 0800h. The routine is that I plug my ears and then they come back with more noise immediately following the release of my fingers. And also, they are adding in more ear thwacking noise, as if there was a sudden suction release and then a pop sound, usually in both ears, even if one is plugged with the pillow and back of my wrist (head down on pillow side), and the other is plugged with a finger. And no matter how gently I release my fingers, they inflict these sudden popping thwacks to my ears, even if my fingers aren't on my ears. It is all part of the game; something like Microsoft's strategy; embrace, extend and exploit. In practical terms, it means create the cause (noise), then the putative solution (plug ears), extend the noise fuckery games (add on thwacking noise every time) and thereby exploit for another iteration.
When up and about, the outside traffic noise suddenly abates, and the above entire train of noise stops, save the odd strategic continuation, often with brown colored foods in my mouth or recounting past harassment stunts and the responsible players and Fuckwits of the day. Once online, there are varying ramp ups of noise, then I wear the earmuffs, then some noise gets punched through, then I take them off and plug my ears again, and somewhere in all these interations of this cycle I get a phone call, a method to then apply an electromagnetic device to my ear and mouth. And so the cycle goes for the morning.
Though today, my brother called and indicated that he needs more leaf raking, so I expect that I will be off to help out, then do the bus trip back into town with my attendant freakshow with the odd "starter blonde" and then the Fuckwit dudes with their cell phones, save the odd one who strangely doesn't get on the bus after waiting for it. All the while at my brother's place the noisescape will continue; usually more aircraft noise and motorcycle noise along with sirens to keep me company raking leaves. This should be the final round, and it is interesting that it is scripted the second day with my new eyeglasses on. I wonder what visual distortion fuckery will be in store for me in these circumstances.
2020h
Back from raking leaves this afternoon, and the one hour cleaner job at 1745h. The leaf raking task ended up being wet from extracting leaves from garden plants and beds, and that was the excuse for the perps to then dye my hands yellow as if it came from inside of the gloves I was wearing. More color games, and I still cannot get it off. Needless to say, there were plenty of yellow dressed gangstalkers on my walk to the local bus stop near his place, and then yellow vehicles acccompanying the bus into downtown. When my brother picked me up I made use of his vehicle to transport this PC to a nearby computer store to get the memory installed. I had attempted to install it myself, but lo, if it just didn't work. The perps still won't let me do any repairs on the PC, but this time they sucked me into attempting and then shut the PC down. Only when I removed the memory I installed did this PC run again. So... it cost me $40 in labor for that excursion on top of the $25 I paid for OCZ memory, assuming the $25 rebate check arrives. The memory sticks spent at least six days sitting around on the shelf immediately above this PC, so I suspect that was also part of the perp's big interest in their heavy gangstalking coverage today. And also, the PC was at the shop all the time I was away, so that concordance might of also been of perp interest as well.
When I took the PC to the computer store the gangstalking action was all over; three same red vehicles parked together when I got out of the building, my brother fussing over the PC and ensuring it was bounded by a blue plastic recycle box on one side, and a cardboard box on another, all to make sure it wouldn't slide around in his van. We only had to go some 200', but as he does the perps' bidding, he puts on extra obsessive carefulness. And it was truly a freakshow on the gangstalking circuit; that short drive to the computer store and then afterward. I have never seen so many shiftless males wandering about, not seeming to have a day job, and at least a third of them wearing the color red in some manner; as a hat, coat, backpack, shoes, you name it, the men have gone red in this town.
So when I returned via bus, and walked to the computer store I had my gangstalking freakshow again; my lead-ahead gangstalker entered the store ahead of me and did a "just stand there" routine, and once I paid for the repair and was humpfing the PC on the street, the gangstalking action was heightened all the more. I had the regular shiftless males of this building, at least six of them, lined up and walking along, doing their gangstalking along with other vagrants and near-bums and their shopping carts filled with plastic bags. I was also witness to a six-abreast configuration, equi-spaced line of gangstalkers the width of the crosswalk proceeding on the walk signal; it is rare that I see this amount of coordination, but there they were, crossing the street ahead of me, and then one of them crossed behind them and came to "join me" by standing behind me at the adjacent orthogonal pedestrian crossing. This purposeful standing behind me is getting irksome to say the least.
The cleaning job took the "usual" 75 minutes, and the boss man had given up telling me it can be done in an hour or less. I moving fast all the time, and I cannot even get close. When I had finished the mopping in the upstairs bathrooms, the last thing I do, he was sitting in the service area on the customer seating. I told him that I had just finished the mopping and that I was done, and all I had to do was empty the mop bucket, put the cleaning kit away, and switch out the lights. So after a minute or so of wheeling the mop bucket to the sink, he calls out to me and tells me not to empty the bucket. So why the fuck didn't he tell me when I was near him, and before I moved it away? Anyhow, I bring the bucket back and he gave me a lesson on handling the mop and told me I had to do this one area once per week. Somehow he knew I had not mopped it, repeating his unerring detection of another area that hadn't been mopped, and had missed until then. And lo, if he didn't also "know" that I "forgot" (read, was mind-fucked as I hadn't forgotten until tonight) to take out the recycle garbage out to the bins. And then he tells me that I "forgot" to refill the toilet paper roll in the mechanic's washroom last night, also something I had been regularly checking. So this job is devolving into being mentally sabotaged while he "finds out" these imposed "lapses" that are remotely applied. I just don't forget that much, especially when there is a physical component to it, as well as the kinesthetic actions of observing and replacing if need be. With this kind of shit going down every day on the job, it makes me wonder when I will be allowed to compentently undertake my duties. Obviously, error and oversight of the pre-harassment days wasn't enough fuckups for them, and so they create more for me to deal with. Maybe the summertime daffodil bulb picking wasn't so bad after all (save the loonies as coworkers). And I suspect that there will be a repeat of this job in 2009; I learned that the cleaning job will have its hours moved back with daylight savings time, enabling me to keep both jobs with time for a quick dinner between them. This is going to be a long haul of harassment; easily two more years with the assholes pounding on me if their agenda is nearly as long as it seems.
2305h
More sirens as I type this, but large motorcycle noise is always worse, at least for me. And I heard plenty of them when raking leaves today. Time to call this one done and ponder what ludicrousness will unfold tomorrow when I go to an induction session about a social program to supply training.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Vacuum Cleaning Outside My Door
1140h
The ever erratic vacuum cleaning started outside my door, and then a buzzy and protracted muffler noise from outside joined in. I find it interesting that at each apartment building I lived in for the past six years, there has been an outbreak of overly fastidious vacuum cleaning. They even call in the vehicle based cleaning services to supply vacuum cleaning, the machine being in the van, rather than inside, and the vacuum hose extending up to four stories.
1305h
I notice more noise blending is erupting; instead of the one-at-a-time loud mufflered vehicles, motorcycles, heavy duty vehicles and the like from outside, the faux bus noise comes on at the same time as a loud mufflered vehicle "passes by". That is, in noise form only, as no one would be driving as fast as the noise suggests, and anytime I look for the source, 90% of the time there is no causal vehicle. That is, the noise is projected from some remote source. This is also true for in-apartment noises such as putting objects down, picking them up and the like. The perps add extra noise, and even if the object is in my grasp in mid-air, the noise of "picking it up" will continue for a second or two longer than any apparent causal effect. Similarly, for putting objects down, not only is there extra noise on placement, but it is extended after my hands release it, and for extra stupidity, they will often spin the object a 1/4" or so after placement. All in a day's fuckery.
1600h
This is the afternoon post-tea and chocolate break, always a time for extra noise harassment. And true enough, on a Saturday no less, they put on the church bells of one block away, and a few minutes later some extra loud pounding of the upstairs concrete and steel ceiling/floor started up. Some hallway and outside street banter was also added into the mix. I suspect it the food digestion/color change that makes for this being a much noisestalked event.
The above tea and chocolate break was after another round of being noisestalked while making a job application online. They have been incredibly busy with noise preceding and following me when sending an email, and in this case there was some other parameters that were also noisestalked. I had phoned the individual and talked to him directly, and then composed a new resume version with much imposed adversity with me swearing and yelling at the assholes for sabotaging Open Office and forcing the typos that came on. All this "interaction", especially riling me up was rich fare for the following email event, one of extreme interest to them. Last week, the perps held me off sending any resumes until Sunday, timing my efforts to end immediately before my parents arrived in their vehicle. In this way, they could get a Feral Family gangstalking immediately following sending a resume online. I have remarked in past blogs that the perps appear to devote much effort in following my activities, almost as much as pissing me off while doing them. There seems to be some residual effects after a change in activity, say, from online job application to making tea, such that it aids their cause. It fits the pattern of being disrupted all the time, especially when doing routine functions.
1830h
More continuing noise as I "discover" that the outcome of the meeting last week about training funding was total bullshit. There is a federal fund of money for those who are not on employment assistance called the Opportunites Fund. I was hoping to get $3,500 for eveningtime Oracle DBA courses locally starting in January. Typically, for those that are disabled or otherwise fall through the cracks, there is little availible for funding specialized training. I had an appointment last week about this with the very person who oversees the local program, and she gave me this story about having to fill out 1/2" thick of forms, pulling this wad of paper out of the filing cabinet beside her. I read some of the pages of the seeming application and they want huge amounts of detail and then this sudden wave came over me to "forget it, it is not worth it". So.... I "happened" to chase this down online a few minutes ago, and lo, there is the form to fill out and it is only 9 pages. And, if you want more thant $25,000 worth of funding, including living expenses, then you must fill out a (short) extra section of the form. What is the deal? I wanted a relatively meagre amount to fund two evening time courses that would upgrade me in my field of computer and database applications and this person blew me off.
Of course there could be a grander plan the perps have for me, say getting training for something that is way more expensive, like heavy equipment operation as my web browsing "happened" to find, but it pisses me off that everything has to be a jerkaround, never mind yet more months of cluelessness as to what their scripted plan is. And you can be sure this entire episode of recounting this in a blog posting is also getting heavily noisestalked. The planted notions of attempting to get an oil field entry position have finally dissipated, and I knew this was bullshit to begin with. I don't have a vehicle, and that seems to be neccessity to get to one's location of employment in the drilling business.
As to the perp's requirements of my employment should it ever happen, they did not allow me to work more than three successive days when daffodil bulb picking this summer, either in the field or in the warehouse on the conveyor line. I cannot see them allowing me to work in one location for 12 hours, for 14 days, and then having 7 off as they typically do in the oil drilling industry. The perp's harassment level is such that they cannot handle me doing anything in one location for long, and arrange events and respites to get me moving around.
2100h
An interesting and corroborative observation of Carissa Conti of InTwoWorlds is at this link; she describes the "conversational drop-outs" that I also get so often. In her case she mentioned what she calls "woo-woo" words (Illuninati, UFOs), and on three occasions the persons she was talking to go quiet, don't respond, don't look at each other and then change the subject after a pregnant pause. I had a name for these conversational lapses, dropouts, glitches etc. and I cannot recall what it was. I get these nearly any day I interact with someone for more than a minute or so; I say the scripted words, and the other person goes quiet. Which is why I maintain that I don't have conversations, but elicitations, where the exact word/concept/scripted statement is uttered (by remotely applied mind control IMHO), and that ends the conversation. Fucking bizarre, to be sure. Though, it fits the pattern of the perps disrupting me at key intervals (for them), and they change the activity, topic or have other gangstalkers suddenly converge. My take on this is that there are residual energies remaining in mind after speaking about a topic/object/noun/concept, and the perps are attempting to isolate these by changing the topic, creating momentary silence and enhancing detection by having extra gangstalkers arrive.
2200h
I have had the earmuffs on for an hour or so, and now these huge thumping sounds are getting through. First, I have no idea as to what could conventionally cause them, and second, their timing is impeccable; always when my eyes flit to another section of a web page, skipping the intervening paragraphs. This kind of "skip reading" is happening so often nowadays it cannot be my own style, but an imposed mind controlled behavior. It would seem that my mind-keepers are wanting to understand some of the residual energetics of continuity, in reading in this case, and would have plenty of other places to apply this; driving (and then blanking one out as to how they ended up in a certain location), tasks (testing for continuity by disrupting task order -been there, had it done to me innumerable times) and the rest of what constitutes the concept of continuity. The sickos are getting into some esoteric concepts, and want to be able to track these at a fundamental energetic level.
2250h
I see the perps are doing their font changing on me again; as I write this the text now appears reduced in size, crammed together, and otherwise compacted. I don't how this will read online, but it may only a "just for me" version as font/text fucking is a big component of the ongoing fuckery.
I got some reading in from the above site, InTwoWorlds, and I note the author, Carissa Conti has some interesting thoughts about gangstalking, something she hadn't known about when I last visited her site. I have not yet digested the full meaning of hyperdimensional reality yet, but it is worth a read, and re-read in my case so to give it full attention.
I had a link to InTwoWorlds on the right side, and I see that it is gone now. At least one link has been added in by someone else, and shows to me at least, that the sickos cannot leave anything alone, no matter how benign.
Time to call this one done for the day, and ponder the next day's annoyances to come.
The ever erratic vacuum cleaning started outside my door, and then a buzzy and protracted muffler noise from outside joined in. I find it interesting that at each apartment building I lived in for the past six years, there has been an outbreak of overly fastidious vacuum cleaning. They even call in the vehicle based cleaning services to supply vacuum cleaning, the machine being in the van, rather than inside, and the vacuum hose extending up to four stories.
1305h
I notice more noise blending is erupting; instead of the one-at-a-time loud mufflered vehicles, motorcycles, heavy duty vehicles and the like from outside, the faux bus noise comes on at the same time as a loud mufflered vehicle "passes by". That is, in noise form only, as no one would be driving as fast as the noise suggests, and anytime I look for the source, 90% of the time there is no causal vehicle. That is, the noise is projected from some remote source. This is also true for in-apartment noises such as putting objects down, picking them up and the like. The perps add extra noise, and even if the object is in my grasp in mid-air, the noise of "picking it up" will continue for a second or two longer than any apparent causal effect. Similarly, for putting objects down, not only is there extra noise on placement, but it is extended after my hands release it, and for extra stupidity, they will often spin the object a 1/4" or so after placement. All in a day's fuckery.
1600h
This is the afternoon post-tea and chocolate break, always a time for extra noise harassment. And true enough, on a Saturday no less, they put on the church bells of one block away, and a few minutes later some extra loud pounding of the upstairs concrete and steel ceiling/floor started up. Some hallway and outside street banter was also added into the mix. I suspect it the food digestion/color change that makes for this being a much noisestalked event.
The above tea and chocolate break was after another round of being noisestalked while making a job application online. They have been incredibly busy with noise preceding and following me when sending an email, and in this case there was some other parameters that were also noisestalked. I had phoned the individual and talked to him directly, and then composed a new resume version with much imposed adversity with me swearing and yelling at the assholes for sabotaging Open Office and forcing the typos that came on. All this "interaction", especially riling me up was rich fare for the following email event, one of extreme interest to them. Last week, the perps held me off sending any resumes until Sunday, timing my efforts to end immediately before my parents arrived in their vehicle. In this way, they could get a Feral Family gangstalking immediately following sending a resume online. I have remarked in past blogs that the perps appear to devote much effort in following my activities, almost as much as pissing me off while doing them. There seems to be some residual effects after a change in activity, say, from online job application to making tea, such that it aids their cause. It fits the pattern of being disrupted all the time, especially when doing routine functions.
1830h
More continuing noise as I "discover" that the outcome of the meeting last week about training funding was total bullshit. There is a federal fund of money for those who are not on employment assistance called the Opportunites Fund. I was hoping to get $3,500 for eveningtime Oracle DBA courses locally starting in January. Typically, for those that are disabled or otherwise fall through the cracks, there is little availible for funding specialized training. I had an appointment last week about this with the very person who oversees the local program, and she gave me this story about having to fill out 1/2" thick of forms, pulling this wad of paper out of the filing cabinet beside her. I read some of the pages of the seeming application and they want huge amounts of detail and then this sudden wave came over me to "forget it, it is not worth it". So.... I "happened" to chase this down online a few minutes ago, and lo, there is the form to fill out and it is only 9 pages. And, if you want more thant $25,000 worth of funding, including living expenses, then you must fill out a (short) extra section of the form. What is the deal? I wanted a relatively meagre amount to fund two evening time courses that would upgrade me in my field of computer and database applications and this person blew me off.
Of course there could be a grander plan the perps have for me, say getting training for something that is way more expensive, like heavy equipment operation as my web browsing "happened" to find, but it pisses me off that everything has to be a jerkaround, never mind yet more months of cluelessness as to what their scripted plan is. And you can be sure this entire episode of recounting this in a blog posting is also getting heavily noisestalked. The planted notions of attempting to get an oil field entry position have finally dissipated, and I knew this was bullshit to begin with. I don't have a vehicle, and that seems to be neccessity to get to one's location of employment in the drilling business.
As to the perp's requirements of my employment should it ever happen, they did not allow me to work more than three successive days when daffodil bulb picking this summer, either in the field or in the warehouse on the conveyor line. I cannot see them allowing me to work in one location for 12 hours, for 14 days, and then having 7 off as they typically do in the oil drilling industry. The perp's harassment level is such that they cannot handle me doing anything in one location for long, and arrange events and respites to get me moving around.
2100h
An interesting and corroborative observation of Carissa Conti of InTwoWorlds is at this link; she describes the "conversational drop-outs" that I also get so often. In her case she mentioned what she calls "woo-woo" words (Illuninati, UFOs), and on three occasions the persons she was talking to go quiet, don't respond, don't look at each other and then change the subject after a pregnant pause. I had a name for these conversational lapses, dropouts, glitches etc. and I cannot recall what it was. I get these nearly any day I interact with someone for more than a minute or so; I say the scripted words, and the other person goes quiet. Which is why I maintain that I don't have conversations, but elicitations, where the exact word/concept/scripted statement is uttered (by remotely applied mind control IMHO), and that ends the conversation. Fucking bizarre, to be sure. Though, it fits the pattern of the perps disrupting me at key intervals (for them), and they change the activity, topic or have other gangstalkers suddenly converge. My take on this is that there are residual energies remaining in mind after speaking about a topic/object/noun/concept, and the perps are attempting to isolate these by changing the topic, creating momentary silence and enhancing detection by having extra gangstalkers arrive.
2200h
I have had the earmuffs on for an hour or so, and now these huge thumping sounds are getting through. First, I have no idea as to what could conventionally cause them, and second, their timing is impeccable; always when my eyes flit to another section of a web page, skipping the intervening paragraphs. This kind of "skip reading" is happening so often nowadays it cannot be my own style, but an imposed mind controlled behavior. It would seem that my mind-keepers are wanting to understand some of the residual energetics of continuity, in reading in this case, and would have plenty of other places to apply this; driving (and then blanking one out as to how they ended up in a certain location), tasks (testing for continuity by disrupting task order -been there, had it done to me innumerable times) and the rest of what constitutes the concept of continuity. The sickos are getting into some esoteric concepts, and want to be able to track these at a fundamental energetic level.
2250h
I see the perps are doing their font changing on me again; as I write this the text now appears reduced in size, crammed together, and otherwise compacted. I don't how this will read online, but it may only a "just for me" version as font/text fucking is a big component of the ongoing fuckery.
I got some reading in from the above site, InTwoWorlds, and I note the author, Carissa Conti has some interesting thoughts about gangstalking, something she hadn't known about when I last visited her site. I have not yet digested the full meaning of hyperdimensional reality yet, but it is worth a read, and re-read in my case so to give it full attention.
I had a link to InTwoWorlds on the right side, and I see that it is gone now. At least one link has been added in by someone else, and shows to me at least, that the sickos cannot leave anything alone, no matter how benign.
Time to call this one done for the day, and ponder the next day's annoyances to come.
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Yet More Mouse Hijinks
1455h
A very wet day today with on-off rain, and making it so dingey that I put the lights on. Then the dimness gave way to some sunlight streaking through the clouds. I was out earlier, before lunch, and did my chocolate shopping and then attempted to retrieve my clothes from the drycleaner. No go, to be ready after 1500h, when she said "Saturday" to me four days ago. That abortive sortie was duly gangstalked with skinheads and then a gaggle of dudes loitering at the corner for some strange reason, outside of being orchestrated as it seemed. One was on the burnt orange colored shirt for me to see, (a current color fetish of the abusers) and presumably the remainder were some kind of color references in predominantly white and black. When going to the supermarket they seemed to be ready for me as they had orange notices up saying their debit and credit card systems were down, and that they were only accepting cash. As the color contents of my wallet are under intense perp scrutiny, I wasn't too surprised that they wanted me to unload my bills, two $20's (green color) and one $5 (blue color). And no doubt that this will result in some kind of similar color games over the next few days. There seems to be a latency between color addition/subtraction, e.g. bills in the wallet, such that this may be tested for in the days to follow, and not immediately.
Another stunt this morning was backing a 5 tonne delivery truck onto the sidewalk adjacent to the front door of the supermarket, and then have oncoming gangstalkers to force me to walk the very patch of sidewalk the truck backed over. That there is a shipping bay for deliveries doesn't matter, as these games have lost all manner of plausibility, and the perps seem lest interested in maintaining this veneer of authenticity. Just to think that Before Overt Harassment in 04-2002, that they were constantly pulling these games but still had to present their stunts within the realm of normal. Though in fact, once they let me in on a lifetime of covert surveillance and muted harassment, a whole lot of events began to make sense as being orchestrated. Mostly it has been unanswered questions, about why someone behaved like an asshole after once being friendly, and it would seem that this fits the pattern the perps like to create; make associations, and then break them, either with people, places or objects. They cannot get enough of that vile chicanery.
1750h
An afternoon of extended dulldom was prevented by updating my monthly Quicken accounts and reconciling them with my bank account online. This is usually a scene of total harassmen abuse as regular readers will know that any financial activity of any kind is routinely perturbed and/or noisestalked. Today, they decided to keep up the PC mouse attacks, stalling it out and de-synchronizing thumb (a Trackman, the best) action from the visual pointer action. I had at least three screamings at the assholes to desist and they did for a while, and then came back at me. After yelling, the perps like to put on voice noise in the hallway, as if someone is making a comment, which wouldn't be the case, as it appears that I am the only regular tenant in the 140 suite building. All the others I see in the building are in blatant gangstalk mode, and some even purport to be in this building but walk past it sometimes, all for me to see, as if it were some kind of test of my expectations being dashed. I think I have talked about Dashed Expectations as a perp stunt theme before, and that would be a minor example.
But the good news is that I got a tax rebate for $131 that I did not expect, so I am only $450 in the hole by month end. And, my overdraft fees were only $10 for September, when they were $30 in previous months owing to a much larger overdraft balance. Anyhow, enough of my finances, and perhaps sometime this month I will be able to score some partime work somewhere. The perps have shutdown three construction work related inquiries I made, obstructing any kind of response when others told me that these same contractors were desperate for reliable help. Yesterday's information session was for fulltime conveyor line garbage pickers, and the perps made sure that my reaction was an overwhelming "no". Which begs the question as to why they had me go. Of course alternative possibilities were squelched; the notion that doing this part time was allowed to "come to mind" (read, planted) only today. Funny how infrequently alternatives get mentioned by the other party; in keeping with past jerkarounds, it would seem that the perps want to have sudden and complete cessation of intent or activity, and exploratory conversations are not allowed.
2140h
I spent a very frustrating hour in an attempt to update my resume, and it was clear that the perps were dithering me in order to protract the exercise. They had me go down memory lane by googling my old employer, and sounded noises each time I recognized a name of a person, customer, software etc. One whole day, and yet the fuckers won't let me get the job done. And this would be a lifelong harassment situation; I always had "problems" getting my resume done until the mid 1990's, and was then very proficient at it. Now, it is back to the old days of being dithered and fucked with so some gutless covert agency can remotely surveil me doing this for whatever their reasons are.
So I had a tea and chocolate break, now the third time for the latter item today. The instant I was to open the metal foil wrapper of the chocolate, the overhead vacuuming sound started up, as did some faux faint water use noise by putative neighbors, a long standing noisestalking noise. Both these noises continued until I had finished my second cup of tea and before I began the next task of doing the dishes.
Over the course of the day I discovered that three TI's have died in the last week, some of them wishing to remain anonymous, and guess what? Each time I came across the news item a horrendous noise was arranged outside; hotrods streaking down the street, some kind of heavy equipment noise or some such. That is three for three, and one can't beat that consistency by any random means. No doubt the perps will be working this theme with me over the week, consistent with their objectives noted here. I don't know why they do it, and it doesn't have to be TI's; it could be anyone, and to borrow from the news business, "if it bleeds, it needs to be noisestalked". Not very poetic, I know.
2300h
More resume work, and I had to convert it into basic text to get rid of the embedded format problems that "somehow" erupted.
I note that the overhead vacuuming noise, the variable whine of a small electrical motor, has resumed, and has been going for the last 40 minutes. Another activity pretense dispensed with; no one spends 40 minutes vacuuming a 500 ft**2 apartment.
And a new jerkaround; a surficial pain in my back as if I was leaning on a ridged board and not the always perfectly formed comfortable Herman Miller chair that I have used for the past 8 years.
Time to call this one done for the day, and perhaps I will be allowed to write my job cover letter tomorrow.
A very wet day today with on-off rain, and making it so dingey that I put the lights on. Then the dimness gave way to some sunlight streaking through the clouds. I was out earlier, before lunch, and did my chocolate shopping and then attempted to retrieve my clothes from the drycleaner. No go, to be ready after 1500h, when she said "Saturday" to me four days ago. That abortive sortie was duly gangstalked with skinheads and then a gaggle of dudes loitering at the corner for some strange reason, outside of being orchestrated as it seemed. One was on the burnt orange colored shirt for me to see, (a current color fetish of the abusers) and presumably the remainder were some kind of color references in predominantly white and black. When going to the supermarket they seemed to be ready for me as they had orange notices up saying their debit and credit card systems were down, and that they were only accepting cash. As the color contents of my wallet are under intense perp scrutiny, I wasn't too surprised that they wanted me to unload my bills, two $20's (green color) and one $5 (blue color). And no doubt that this will result in some kind of similar color games over the next few days. There seems to be a latency between color addition/subtraction, e.g. bills in the wallet, such that this may be tested for in the days to follow, and not immediately.
Another stunt this morning was backing a 5 tonne delivery truck onto the sidewalk adjacent to the front door of the supermarket, and then have oncoming gangstalkers to force me to walk the very patch of sidewalk the truck backed over. That there is a shipping bay for deliveries doesn't matter, as these games have lost all manner of plausibility, and the perps seem lest interested in maintaining this veneer of authenticity. Just to think that Before Overt Harassment in 04-2002, that they were constantly pulling these games but still had to present their stunts within the realm of normal. Though in fact, once they let me in on a lifetime of covert surveillance and muted harassment, a whole lot of events began to make sense as being orchestrated. Mostly it has been unanswered questions, about why someone behaved like an asshole after once being friendly, and it would seem that this fits the pattern the perps like to create; make associations, and then break them, either with people, places or objects. They cannot get enough of that vile chicanery.
1750h
An afternoon of extended dulldom was prevented by updating my monthly Quicken accounts and reconciling them with my bank account online. This is usually a scene of total harassmen abuse as regular readers will know that any financial activity of any kind is routinely perturbed and/or noisestalked. Today, they decided to keep up the PC mouse attacks, stalling it out and de-synchronizing thumb (a Trackman, the best) action from the visual pointer action. I had at least three screamings at the assholes to desist and they did for a while, and then came back at me. After yelling, the perps like to put on voice noise in the hallway, as if someone is making a comment, which wouldn't be the case, as it appears that I am the only regular tenant in the 140 suite building. All the others I see in the building are in blatant gangstalk mode, and some even purport to be in this building but walk past it sometimes, all for me to see, as if it were some kind of test of my expectations being dashed. I think I have talked about Dashed Expectations as a perp stunt theme before, and that would be a minor example.
But the good news is that I got a tax rebate for $131 that I did not expect, so I am only $450 in the hole by month end. And, my overdraft fees were only $10 for September, when they were $30 in previous months owing to a much larger overdraft balance. Anyhow, enough of my finances, and perhaps sometime this month I will be able to score some partime work somewhere. The perps have shutdown three construction work related inquiries I made, obstructing any kind of response when others told me that these same contractors were desperate for reliable help. Yesterday's information session was for fulltime conveyor line garbage pickers, and the perps made sure that my reaction was an overwhelming "no". Which begs the question as to why they had me go. Of course alternative possibilities were squelched; the notion that doing this part time was allowed to "come to mind" (read, planted) only today. Funny how infrequently alternatives get mentioned by the other party; in keeping with past jerkarounds, it would seem that the perps want to have sudden and complete cessation of intent or activity, and exploratory conversations are not allowed.
2140h
I spent a very frustrating hour in an attempt to update my resume, and it was clear that the perps were dithering me in order to protract the exercise. They had me go down memory lane by googling my old employer, and sounded noises each time I recognized a name of a person, customer, software etc. One whole day, and yet the fuckers won't let me get the job done. And this would be a lifelong harassment situation; I always had "problems" getting my resume done until the mid 1990's, and was then very proficient at it. Now, it is back to the old days of being dithered and fucked with so some gutless covert agency can remotely surveil me doing this for whatever their reasons are.
So I had a tea and chocolate break, now the third time for the latter item today. The instant I was to open the metal foil wrapper of the chocolate, the overhead vacuuming sound started up, as did some faux faint water use noise by putative neighbors, a long standing noisestalking noise. Both these noises continued until I had finished my second cup of tea and before I began the next task of doing the dishes.
Over the course of the day I discovered that three TI's have died in the last week, some of them wishing to remain anonymous, and guess what? Each time I came across the news item a horrendous noise was arranged outside; hotrods streaking down the street, some kind of heavy equipment noise or some such. That is three for three, and one can't beat that consistency by any random means. No doubt the perps will be working this theme with me over the week, consistent with their objectives noted here. I don't know why they do it, and it doesn't have to be TI's; it could be anyone, and to borrow from the news business, "if it bleeds, it needs to be noisestalked". Not very poetic, I know.
2300h
More resume work, and I had to convert it into basic text to get rid of the embedded format problems that "somehow" erupted.
I note that the overhead vacuuming noise, the variable whine of a small electrical motor, has resumed, and has been going for the last 40 minutes. Another activity pretense dispensed with; no one spends 40 minutes vacuuming a 500 ft**2 apartment.
And a new jerkaround; a surficial pain in my back as if I was leaning on a ridged board and not the always perfectly formed comfortable Herman Miller chair that I have used for the past 8 years.
Time to call this one done for the day, and perhaps I will be allowed to write my job cover letter tomorrow.
Friday, June 20, 2008
The Cable Service
1330h
I am waiting impatiently for the cabel service technician to show up at his appointed time, between 1200h and 1400h. The last round had the technician "showing up" a day early, exactly when I was out. Normally they are early, and rarely late, as the service is usually very good. I also have an outing planned later, before 1500h, and I am sure that will be a big deal for the gangstalking community. Two Friday outings ago they had a two gangstalkers on my tail at a breakneck walking speed, which is rare enough, with the second one taking over from the first (on his double back leg), and then even following me into the apartment elevator. And I wasn't allowed to recognize him then, and only later did the perps let me in on what I would of known, he is a classmate of the UBC Forestry faculty, graduating in the same year as I did.
And there are plenty of foresters on the harassment operations, though I do not know if they are operatives or shills du jour unless I seem more than once. Most pretend they didn't notice me. This above mentioned gangstalker also "showed up" in the hallway at my last apartment block residence, "happening by" and pointedly looking away while I was transiting between my apartment and the laundry room. Another of my Forestry classmates "showed up" in the hallway of that same building, and also featured herself in the local LD store. A third Forestry classmate "showed up" on the street in this neighborhood, looked at me, and pretended not to recognize me. A fourth classmate has also "shown up" once, engaging in some strange furtive behaviors when I was illegally incarcerated in the hospital. I mentioned this to the doctor and he dropped the topic immediately.
Funny how it goes, this wall of denial that travels around with me. I am irradiated to a degree that my entire body is pulsing in some kind of vibratory manner, and yet no one says a thing. And I never "think" to mention it, yet another example of mind-control at work.
I was dream invaded again last night; I was in a submarine and messing with some wires and other specific related activities. The perps have long planted submarine stories for me to read about, but I have no idea why. Way back in boyscouts we made a trip to then one submarine the navy had on the West Coast, and later it was mothballed (~1970). The Canadian navy has has some long running problems attempting to get their used submarines from the UK to run dependably, more than 10 years since they purchased them. What an agonizing situation ; reworking four used submarines, after refitting them. Just to think, one can now chose fuel cell driven submarines, reflecting my knowledge of them the perps place in my way.
The phone technician finally came, and besides taking off the the panels of the connection boxes, he didn't really do anything besides test it. It just worked again. This was around 1400h, and I was due to go out afterward. So it would seem that he was there to gangstalk me in my apartment before I headed out. He was in a black shirt, and had his ball cap on backwards, doing the do-rag emulation look when I first met him at my door. He managed to get inside the building OK, though he didn't explain how. (My intercom wasn't working either).
Then onto my outside visitation, and the cast of characters that put on the show called gangstalking. They even had a faux neighbor exit his apartment while I was waiting for the elevator, and he took the stairwell out. And lo, if he wasn't 60' ahead of me when I got out on the street, and he was taking off his black jacket to show off his deep blue shirt. I had at least two more swarms to get through before I got to the perp's latest venture, tearing down a building and putting a condominium tower in its place. Today, they had dug down by some 10' and had extra white mesh fencing up on the outside of the site, which is bounded with dark green mesh fencing. And all the fence feet were painted in day-glo fushia, just today in fact. Regular readers will know that the perps are consistently digging or drilling holes in my proximity, and a condominium tower is just as good as these strange street drillings that have gone on. Once I returned this same route, the perps had six men lined up together at the fence, putting on the act that they "happened" to pass by and were interested in the excavator operation. Four of them had the same kind of white hat, something a plasterer might wear. Freaking bizarre to say the least, these instant male "pals" that erupt in public, never mind the freaky communal headwear. I am certain the perps are attempting to isolate earth/soil energetics interactions with that of my own, hence their assiduous interest in digging building foundations next to nearly everywhere I have lived.
I also got my "bread stalking" act while out; this is often in the form of unattended bread, usually in the plastic bag, being left beside the sidewalk on my route. This time it was hotdog buns "on special", and even the birds left it alone. Funny how that it is.
And so back to a dull-ified day, as the perps are whacking me with a tiredness that borders on sleeping, but not quite enough to convince me to take a nap.
1715h
These are the last of my uploaded pictures. This is an arranged string of vehicles parked outside of my apartment building on Quadra St. In the parked file, there are three dark blue colored vehicles and one black colored one second from the end. The perps like to put on VW vans, camperized or not, and it is likely because the engine is in the rear, and that I owned two of the prior model version. Taken 06-18-2008, 1103h.
At the time, I thought it looked most curious, this large rectangular section of plasma, or faux reflections, with a missing square from the center above the brickwork, which is sitting above the tree foliage. Somehow, the photo did not come out the way I saw it at the time, so I leave it to readers to make their own discernment as to this being anomalous or not. The building is a condo, and all the venetian blinds are of a silver plastic reflective type, and there seems to be an unusual uniformity of them being in a position of maximum reflectance. Taken 06-18-2008, 1654h.
1915h
Back to reality, after an ongoing serial barrage of loud vehicle noise while checking out jobs online. The perps like me to do this, and most often, they sap me of my recall and motivation to do anything more. That I Bookmark a few also gets the noise action stirred up, especially the overhead rumbling noise. I have no idea what the perps want me to do vocationally next. The current harassment seems to be all about keeping me coming back to an area, or doing the same thing in a new location. There is always a provenance angle behind the harassment games. Now that they have vocationally parked me for six years, it is about time the assholes showed up and took responsibility for this life-rape.
Concurrent with the ongoing noise parade and flurries is the perps invoking a dry cough all to piss me off all the more. It is about time they gave this fucking invasive stunt a rest.
1950h
An electronic chirp noise was sounding as I pressed the keys, until I then associated it with ongoing harassment games, and then it stopped.
Onto some more strange oddities, and that being the perps' games in faking me out as to jokes, and related stunts as to what is real or not. Sometimes this will be in the form of a satirical news item, (a spoof), or as the faked imagery I see many times per day; e.g. spots on the walls or counter surfaces that emulate an insect, and of course, that cuts close to the bone, as they put on an real insect invasion two weeks ago. The masers are usually used, greyish or black dots that momentarily appear animated as if it were a real insect at first glance. Anyhow, this preamble is all about getting faked out, or fooled, even momentarily, and how this has also "happened" in other world incidents. The most prominent example is the 9/11 tragedies, and separately, how at least two agencies/responsibility centers thought it was a drill at first. This was true for the NORAD section who were conducting a training exercise that very morning, and now, news to me, a similar situation evolved at the Pentagon, as described here. Many thought it was a drill at the Pentagon. Similarly at the World Trade Center, there had been a ramp up of drills there prior to that fateful day, and I am sure many of the evacuees were thinking it was again another drill. It wasn't in the least.
As the perps like to fake me out and have me get the wrong idea totally, and are able to do this with greater ease and effect owing to significantly more mind-control capabilities, these fake drill situations on 9/11 cannot be considered to be a coincidence. If one reads the Dimensional Structures of Consciousness, and understands it (I cannot, possibly because of direct dithering of my cognition), then it seems that there are certain energetic signatures that denote a real event, versus a pretend event. It would seem that the perps who constantly create this real/fake dichotomy of understanding are attempting to untangle the energetics (consciousness energies) of each. And that is as deep as I will go on this topic; I only to mention the possible linkages to the stunning number of "coincidences" I encounter, on the world stage or in my personal life (read, full time surveilled to the level of thought, orchestrated and scripted).
And continuing the thought meme on drills and military exercises, I find the the city of Denver was subject to unannounced federal government forces on a city wide exercise, as noted here. The jist of the article indicates that this also may have an agenda of conditioning and social engineering, to make the populace aware of such special operations. It could be, and I am often gangstalked by these tall vans, one that people can stand up in. The Mercedes Van and the Dodge Sprinter Van are two that come to mind, and even the police are using them (showing them off to me) for some reason. All this is getting too conspiratorial, so onto something lighter.
I found this to be an interesting news item, "Socially Engineering The Public For Martial Law", the unannounced special federal operations exercise in Denver. The nature of the Rogue Government site is that they take a dim view of such activity, as well as the city's anemic response to such an imposition.
As today is the summer solstice, I am surprised the perps haven't turned today into utter hell like yesterday. I have remarked in past blogs that the perps have a strong interest in sunlit and nightime conditions, and they have been known to go beserk with harassment at these occasions. Perhaps the perps are on sidereal time, that as determined by the stars, and yesterday was a sidereal summer solstice. Just a thought, and it was noisestalked as well.
2125h
I just finished completing the Google Analytics pathetic site visitation counter; adding HTML code into the template is not my competency, and more like, the perps want me to deal with it more than once, like all my past computer code authorship. They fucked the hell out of me when I was coding and then deleted my recall of computer coding knowledge. I often wondered why my compiles did not work when I had saved the file edits. Now I know.
2230h
And wouldn't you know, I successfully (as far as I know) added the Google Analytics code into this blog's template, and now I cannot find a link to look at the Analytics (site statistics). I often get pages changed on me, and similarly, a manual will "go missing" just when I need it.
Another day is done, doing time for my tormentors, who thankfully, didn't repeat yesterday's ugly harassment abuses.
2250h
The day isn't over; a three siren cascade erupted while I was listening to my current high rotation musician, Jill Barber. Could this be more of the sound transference games? Applying both music and sirens together so to be able to correlate neural responses perhaps. Who knows.
I am waiting impatiently for the cabel service technician to show up at his appointed time, between 1200h and 1400h. The last round had the technician "showing up" a day early, exactly when I was out. Normally they are early, and rarely late, as the service is usually very good. I also have an outing planned later, before 1500h, and I am sure that will be a big deal for the gangstalking community. Two Friday outings ago they had a two gangstalkers on my tail at a breakneck walking speed, which is rare enough, with the second one taking over from the first (on his double back leg), and then even following me into the apartment elevator. And I wasn't allowed to recognize him then, and only later did the perps let me in on what I would of known, he is a classmate of the UBC Forestry faculty, graduating in the same year as I did.
And there are plenty of foresters on the harassment operations, though I do not know if they are operatives or shills du jour unless I seem more than once. Most pretend they didn't notice me. This above mentioned gangstalker also "showed up" in the hallway at my last apartment block residence, "happening by" and pointedly looking away while I was transiting between my apartment and the laundry room. Another of my Forestry classmates "showed up" in the hallway of that same building, and also featured herself in the local LD store. A third Forestry classmate "showed up" on the street in this neighborhood, looked at me, and pretended not to recognize me. A fourth classmate has also "shown up" once, engaging in some strange furtive behaviors when I was illegally incarcerated in the hospital. I mentioned this to the doctor and he dropped the topic immediately.
Funny how it goes, this wall of denial that travels around with me. I am irradiated to a degree that my entire body is pulsing in some kind of vibratory manner, and yet no one says a thing. And I never "think" to mention it, yet another example of mind-control at work.
I was dream invaded again last night; I was in a submarine and messing with some wires and other specific related activities. The perps have long planted submarine stories for me to read about, but I have no idea why. Way back in boyscouts we made a trip to then one submarine the navy had on the West Coast, and later it was mothballed (~1970). The Canadian navy has has some long running problems attempting to get their used submarines from the UK to run dependably, more than 10 years since they purchased them. What an agonizing situation ; reworking four used submarines, after refitting them. Just to think, one can now chose fuel cell driven submarines, reflecting my knowledge of them the perps place in my way.
The phone technician finally came, and besides taking off the the panels of the connection boxes, he didn't really do anything besides test it. It just worked again. This was around 1400h, and I was due to go out afterward. So it would seem that he was there to gangstalk me in my apartment before I headed out. He was in a black shirt, and had his ball cap on backwards, doing the do-rag emulation look when I first met him at my door. He managed to get inside the building OK, though he didn't explain how. (My intercom wasn't working either).
Then onto my outside visitation, and the cast of characters that put on the show called gangstalking. They even had a faux neighbor exit his apartment while I was waiting for the elevator, and he took the stairwell out. And lo, if he wasn't 60' ahead of me when I got out on the street, and he was taking off his black jacket to show off his deep blue shirt. I had at least two more swarms to get through before I got to the perp's latest venture, tearing down a building and putting a condominium tower in its place. Today, they had dug down by some 10' and had extra white mesh fencing up on the outside of the site, which is bounded with dark green mesh fencing. And all the fence feet were painted in day-glo fushia, just today in fact. Regular readers will know that the perps are consistently digging or drilling holes in my proximity, and a condominium tower is just as good as these strange street drillings that have gone on. Once I returned this same route, the perps had six men lined up together at the fence, putting on the act that they "happened" to pass by and were interested in the excavator operation. Four of them had the same kind of white hat, something a plasterer might wear. Freaking bizarre to say the least, these instant male "pals" that erupt in public, never mind the freaky communal headwear. I am certain the perps are attempting to isolate earth/soil energetics interactions with that of my own, hence their assiduous interest in digging building foundations next to nearly everywhere I have lived.
I also got my "bread stalking" act while out; this is often in the form of unattended bread, usually in the plastic bag, being left beside the sidewalk on my route. This time it was hotdog buns "on special", and even the birds left it alone. Funny how that it is.
And so back to a dull-ified day, as the perps are whacking me with a tiredness that borders on sleeping, but not quite enough to convince me to take a nap.
1715h
These are the last of my uploaded pictures. This is an arranged string of vehicles parked outside of my apartment building on Quadra St. In the parked file, there are three dark blue colored vehicles and one black colored one second from the end. The perps like to put on VW vans, camperized or not, and it is likely because the engine is in the rear, and that I owned two of the prior model version. Taken 06-18-2008, 1103h.
At the time, I thought it looked most curious, this large rectangular section of plasma, or faux reflections, with a missing square from the center above the brickwork, which is sitting above the tree foliage. Somehow, the photo did not come out the way I saw it at the time, so I leave it to readers to make their own discernment as to this being anomalous or not. The building is a condo, and all the venetian blinds are of a silver plastic reflective type, and there seems to be an unusual uniformity of them being in a position of maximum reflectance. Taken 06-18-2008, 1654h.
1915h
Back to reality, after an ongoing serial barrage of loud vehicle noise while checking out jobs online. The perps like me to do this, and most often, they sap me of my recall and motivation to do anything more. That I Bookmark a few also gets the noise action stirred up, especially the overhead rumbling noise. I have no idea what the perps want me to do vocationally next. The current harassment seems to be all about keeping me coming back to an area, or doing the same thing in a new location. There is always a provenance angle behind the harassment games. Now that they have vocationally parked me for six years, it is about time the assholes showed up and took responsibility for this life-rape.
Concurrent with the ongoing noise parade and flurries is the perps invoking a dry cough all to piss me off all the more. It is about time they gave this fucking invasive stunt a rest.
1950h
An electronic chirp noise was sounding as I pressed the keys, until I then associated it with ongoing harassment games, and then it stopped.
Onto some more strange oddities, and that being the perps' games in faking me out as to jokes, and related stunts as to what is real or not. Sometimes this will be in the form of a satirical news item, (a spoof), or as the faked imagery I see many times per day; e.g. spots on the walls or counter surfaces that emulate an insect, and of course, that cuts close to the bone, as they put on an real insect invasion two weeks ago. The masers are usually used, greyish or black dots that momentarily appear animated as if it were a real insect at first glance. Anyhow, this preamble is all about getting faked out, or fooled, even momentarily, and how this has also "happened" in other world incidents. The most prominent example is the 9/11 tragedies, and separately, how at least two agencies/responsibility centers thought it was a drill at first. This was true for the NORAD section who were conducting a training exercise that very morning, and now, news to me, a similar situation evolved at the Pentagon, as described here. Many thought it was a drill at the Pentagon. Similarly at the World Trade Center, there had been a ramp up of drills there prior to that fateful day, and I am sure many of the evacuees were thinking it was again another drill. It wasn't in the least.
As the perps like to fake me out and have me get the wrong idea totally, and are able to do this with greater ease and effect owing to significantly more mind-control capabilities, these fake drill situations on 9/11 cannot be considered to be a coincidence. If one reads the Dimensional Structures of Consciousness, and understands it (I cannot, possibly because of direct dithering of my cognition), then it seems that there are certain energetic signatures that denote a real event, versus a pretend event. It would seem that the perps who constantly create this real/fake dichotomy of understanding are attempting to untangle the energetics (consciousness energies) of each. And that is as deep as I will go on this topic; I only to mention the possible linkages to the stunning number of "coincidences" I encounter, on the world stage or in my personal life (read, full time surveilled to the level of thought, orchestrated and scripted).
And continuing the thought meme on drills and military exercises, I find the the city of Denver was subject to unannounced federal government forces on a city wide exercise, as noted here. The jist of the article indicates that this also may have an agenda of conditioning and social engineering, to make the populace aware of such special operations. It could be, and I am often gangstalked by these tall vans, one that people can stand up in. The Mercedes Van and the Dodge Sprinter Van are two that come to mind, and even the police are using them (showing them off to me) for some reason. All this is getting too conspiratorial, so onto something lighter.
I found this to be an interesting news item, "Socially Engineering The Public For Martial Law", the unannounced special federal operations exercise in Denver. The nature of the Rogue Government site is that they take a dim view of such activity, as well as the city's anemic response to such an imposition.
As today is the summer solstice, I am surprised the perps haven't turned today into utter hell like yesterday. I have remarked in past blogs that the perps have a strong interest in sunlit and nightime conditions, and they have been known to go beserk with harassment at these occasions. Perhaps the perps are on sidereal time, that as determined by the stars, and yesterday was a sidereal summer solstice. Just a thought, and it was noisestalked as well.
2125h
I just finished completing the Google Analytics pathetic site visitation counter; adding HTML code into the template is not my competency, and more like, the perps want me to deal with it more than once, like all my past computer code authorship. They fucked the hell out of me when I was coding and then deleted my recall of computer coding knowledge. I often wondered why my compiles did not work when I had saved the file edits. Now I know.
2230h
And wouldn't you know, I successfully (as far as I know) added the Google Analytics code into this blog's template, and now I cannot find a link to look at the Analytics (site statistics). I often get pages changed on me, and similarly, a manual will "go missing" just when I need it.
Another day is done, doing time for my tormentors, who thankfully, didn't repeat yesterday's ugly harassment abuses.
2250h
The day isn't over; a three siren cascade erupted while I was listening to my current high rotation musician, Jill Barber. Could this be more of the sound transference games? Applying both music and sirens together so to be able to correlate neural responses perhaps. Who knows.
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