Shut In Time

1550h
More of the "155" thing again if you have been following these postings. And if you haven't, don't fret as it is the only numeralology references that I have allowed on this site as I don't go there as a rule. It is too fraught with silliness already in a credibility deficit on account of being an electromagnetic serf to my tormentors, the same assholes that arrange the web sites that I peruse online and have noises arranged each time I scroll or change web pages. Even operating a light switch is fascinating for them, as they routine manipulate my fingers to miss, or pull the switch back for a one second flash of light and then it goes off again. Such is life in the disability lane, that arrangement for the perps to access me all the time, and even the doctor refuted the diagnosis, and no other clinician has followed up on it. Amazing that, finding such consistent sandbagging for three doctors in succession who don't want to hear much about what is going on.

This has been a low activity day, but I was allowed out to deposit my paycheck from last weekend and help paydown my line of credit. I had a heavy gangstalking contingent for 0900h when most stores don't open until 1000h in this town. Few exceptional weirds, save the double black MIB act in mid sidewalk and his look-at-nothing stance. He wandered out from a small parking lot in mid-block and was dressed totally in black with a black toque pulled down to cover his neck. He was doing the look-down-the-street act, where there was nothing exceptional to see, and his back was toward me. As I got within 10' of the dude in mid sidewalk, he turns his head around to look behind him, exposing his face, and lo, if he wasn't a negro. Very unusual in this town, but they seem to have an affinity for "showing up" in my proximity. See the Favored and Unfavored for a possible rationale for them to be orchestrated as often as there are. And it wouldn't be the first time that they put a negro gangstalker in close to me who suddenly erupted from close by. Last summer there was one who popped out from a parked cube van, making out he was helping with a move, some 8' in front of me. Before that, a negro dude "happened" to be at the street corner where I turned 90 degrees, getting within 3' of me on the sidewalk. Last week it was a 6'4" negro, not engaging in any peekaboo games though, was at the elevator when it opened one floor down, and who came in, stood beside me, and then walked out.

As one can tell, this is not an exciting day so far, and given the elevated vituperative and petty harassment so far this week, it is a good thing. My mind-keepers like to rile me up, which is their biggest play, and anything less is a blessing. My in-town brother didn't phone about gardening jobs today, so I imagine his arrival two days ago was more about doing the brown-black color testing in combination with perp plasma and backlighting games with me at the window. I have seen black and brown dressed gangstalkers side by side at least twice since then, and it would seem that they are attempting to use the black reference for their color and energetics fuckery games and whatever they are looking to detect off me.

And I suppose, this afternoon, begining a new stack of chocolate bars, this brand wrapped in foil and then in a crimson red paper, might also be high excitement for the SS (Surrepticious Sickos). While eating the chocolate the accompanying escalated noise stalking was a tip-off of external interest, and I will learn more firsthand when I set off later to do the one hour cleaning job at the car dealership. My work bound foray at 1730h from this apartment building is often heavily gangstalked. And more of them are wearing red of late, often a his-and-her pair in the same red garments for chrissakes, something I had never seen before all this bullshit landed on me.

I am getting more mouth drying games going on of late; not only is this totally ucharacteristic, but also somehow remains undetected for long durations, some 30 minutes or more. Regular readers will know that the perps often put on "open mouthing" gangstalkers, or similar variations with their tongues hanging out, eating food, chewing gum or moving their tongues around in their mouths in my proximity. Spitting and puking too, though the latter is rare. And I do see more spit on the sidewalks on my walking beat, including this morning's two block visit to the ATM.

I once was allowed to see how the spittings happened; there were spittings about every 30' or so on this stretch of sidewalk, and I couldn't see anyone doing it, not even the gangstalking pair of dudes ahead of me. But there was this splat sound every so often, and lo, if the spitting didn't arrive by itself (aka teleported) and hit the sidewalk with a characteristic sound, and yet no one was doing it. It was landing in front of the gangstakers ahead of me, and of course they didn't even flinch as this spit arrived immediately at their feet. Which begs the question as to whose spit it was; theirs, just with an extra conventional delivery system, or someone else that we both might of known. It staggers the imagination as to how much fuckery goes on over my mouth contents, and by extension, those in my proximity. And we are now closing in on seven years of surrepticious nonconsensual human experimentation with my mouth contents and its energetic properties as being an essential focus of these mind-fuck and harassment games. I suppose if one is remotely assaying one's brain energies, and color was a component of this, then the mouth contents at every given moment are extremenly important, being only an inch away from one's neural matter. Not my problem, so why have I been drafted into it?

The maser and plasma and lighting games have also been getting more perturbing; I constantly have the grey fuzzy balls and lines flitting about, and sometimes there gets too many, or that they persist over top of something else. The plasma games seem to be about displaying a color sample where they don't have an object as a prop. When walking the distance of my apartment from kitchen to bathroom after breakfast, the sickos put on a peanut butter colored beam off the carpet, presumably to get a reading/reaction from this color while not at the table where I ate a single slice of toast with peanut butter. Another plasma color game is to add a yellow or purple 1/8" to 1/4" edge enhancement to the white dinner plates when handling or looking at them. And today, they even went as far as to project yellow plasma that came off the plate, putting the same color and shape some 5" off the plate as if it were ghosting. The perps tell me that they are attempting to emulate a early childhood LSD traumatization, but that is coming from the most dubious possible source. I have no recollection of this, though they did once (two years ago) put on a red colored lawn grass when my in-town brother and I were packing my furniture across it. He saw it too and made some reference as it lasted for some 40 seconds or so and I felt like puking afterward. How the perps did that I have no idea, but every blade of grass was red colored. I told the doctor about it but he didn't seem too moved. I would assume this was some kind of test to compare my brother's reaction to that of mine, based on the supposition that we have some fundamental cognitive differences between us with respect to the color red as well as something so odd and so horrid (as I found it).

2005h
I did my cleaning job tonight at the car dealership, and the perps seemed to leave me alone for the most part, except jerking me around as to which end of the plastic bag to open. I grasp the end where I expect it and then it is not there, only to find that it is the other end. I didn't have this problem when I first started the job two months ago, and now it has become prevalent. Go figure.

There were hordes of gangstalkers on the street; more at 1900h when coming back than at 1730h when headed there. Another nightime negro dude doing the intersection loitering with his Caucasian pal, plus at least another 15 or so at this one intersection which has only a coffee shop and and restaurant. I have had other negro gangstalkers at this same location in the same circumstances, on my way back. It seems that the daylight time isn't as important as nightime negro gangstalkers. I haven't figured it all out, but they don't want me to identify them until they are very close, same as the above mentioned incident this morning.

A constant barrage of bullshit ideations again, indicating that Feb. 27th doctor's appointment is going to be a big event. It is fucking tiresome to have these constant baseless notions planted, and I really don't fucking care. It is a doctor's appointment, that is all, and something I never give a care about. If it is something else, then I will find out then as I am always the last to know, by design. All previous planted notions of like kind have never materialized to be nothing but utter bullshit, and I would never invent these myself, as I have been through over 10 such stunts in the past seven years, and haven't been wrong once. They don't happen, so why should I expect a fucking doctors appointment to be anything different? It doesn't make any sense except to demonstrate that invasive mind technologies are operational and can target individuals without any awareness by the victim. Especially if they start on one at birth.

2030h
It is official, we Cascadians wear fleece to the opera. This is hikey bikey land, and that includes the sickos too.

2320h
More bookmarking and the usual extra noise in my earmuffs as I click on the mouse. Enough.

Getting Darker Before Noon

1030h
Some strange light level games are going on as my E. facing apartment is getting darker as the day progresses. I finally put on the lights to deal with the light contrast games that were coming off this PC display screen. And also, two forced pees this morning, both "happening" immediately following the conclusion of reviewing websites under one bookmark folder. It would seem, based on this and many other like events where I am noisestalked or otherwise subjected to phenomenon like masers or plasma beams, that there is something important the perps need to know about finishing something, be it a bookmarks folder, document, online session, dinner etc.

Other action the perps planned for today was the start of brown colored spelt bread and a new jar of peanut butter. Regular readers will know that my tormentors are obsessed over the color of brown, in all its manifestations, and arrange all manner of beserk coincidences to maximize the range of variables on this particular research theme of theirs. That I have not been able to take a shit without need of a plunger for over six years is part of it, not to mention the opening salvo when they planted a baloon down my toilet and modified my usual emnity toward anyone who fucks with my place or stuff.

Then, as a likely extension of the Fuckwit's brown color games, yoga class is next within an hour, and later in the afternoon, a twice per year visit to the dentist to get my teeth cleaned. No doubt there is much to be gained by the sickos with my mouth open for an hour, and it just might be related to today's changes in having breakfast this morning. Nearly all of the on-street gangstalkers have their mouths open, or otherwise reveal the contents of their mouths by spitting, eating food while walking, sticking their tongue out or into their cheek, chewing gum or even puking once, in public no less.

And they decided to enroll me in their mouth contents fucking games this morning by ejecting food from my mouth as I was about to take in another spoonful of cereal. They had the food eject across the tip of my tongue and onto the underside of the spoon and then fall into the cereal bowl in an elegant display of gravitic fuckery, all to aid their mouth contents (my mouth, that is), energetics assay capability by remote means. It is now over six years of this abusive litany, and I have yet to hear them explain why this couldn't of been done inside of six months of cooperative experimentation, appropriately compensated of course. No one could make this up as one of my TI colleagues argued, as it defies the definition of insanity to be so progressively and specifically logical and determined. Never mind the posse of nutters around me in public with their mouths hanging open like lost guppies without a day job. Who would of thought that a shadow organization would be so fucking sick to hound an inoccent citizen over the contents of their mouth for six years and not have the gumption to front for this beserk travesty? Not even James Bond gets this stupid and obsessed, as it just doesn't sell movies.

Other "warm up" action this morning was incessant back up beeper noise of no ostensible cause; it went on for at least five minutes straight and covered my while eating toast, new spelt bread with new jar of peanut butter and new jar of Ikea blueberry jam, while drinking coffee with it and then when eating chocolate with another cup of coffee. Can we say there was enough brown color variability passing through my mouth and call it done? Probably not, as they have been working on this for over 54 years, the last six in intensive harassment/abuse mode. And don't forget, they have yet to have me in the dentist's chair for teeth cleaning this afternoon, yet another activity that is unaffordable for the given means I get to live on, not to mention the curious lack of respsonse to getting even a laboring job, even from known reputable employers.

1900h
The overhead pounding has started up at this post-mealtime moment. Regular readers will know that I live in a concrete and steel apartment building with carpeted floors, and there is no way someone could physically make these noises by their own actions, not even if they were flipping a one tonne safe around. The magic correlative moment was that I had just finished up an email and sent it to a fellow TI. Any contact with TI's gets extra noisestalking and other simultaneous phenomenon. Now the sirens have started up after a protracted faint spell beforehand.

I was at the dentist earlier, and had my teeth cleaned. I got the usual extra wait time while the gangstalking dudes paraded in front; the suit, the gut strut (in a red shirt no less), the East Indian and a geriatric walker act (the metal frame with wheels). On the bus I also had my freakshow; the wheelchair act that "needed" all kinds of extra time to get out, the bright firey natural red hair, the "stand by me" (five vacant seats on around him) dude who "happened" to show up at the same bus stop and has been gangstalking me a number of times, most notably selling me the cellphone that "failed" and attempting to give me shit for not having the packaging. Funny how some repeat, and others don't. Another ridiculous elder-dude act came on board with shades on in the near rain conditions, he is also a seen-before. More infernal shiftless males wandering around without a day job. They had an absurd five gangstalkers placed around me at the bus stop, some doing the usual pattern of stopping, then departing, and then coming back again. It is rare for this many people to be at an outbound (from downtown) bus at 1430h. None of their acts made any sense for the ones that I could read as to what they were doing downtown. And when one Fuckwit from past gangstalkings "shows up", one has to be certain that all of them are on the life-rape project that has become my existence.

I am getting severe mouseball sabotage and will have to call this blogging off for now.

1955h
The PC mouseball sabotage forced an early tea and chocolate break, and it seems that someone else needed it more than I did if I am to rely upon the overhead pounding, sirens, clunkings from faux neighbors and other goings on during the break. I am also getting bolder displays of masers and plasma beams too; normally they stop the maser action if I see it in my central vision, and keep it going only when it is in my peripheria vision. Of late, they will let me watch these fuzzy grey balls or beam segments float past. Today's noise and maser action might be temporary as they may intend to leverage today's events; yoga and then teeth cleaning. That I had my mouth open for an hour at the dentist's office should be most welcome for the open mouthing gangstalkers and the rest of the vermin that puts on public displays of their mouth contents. At one time they were going to increase my dental cleanings to three times a year, and relented and kept it at twice per year. That seems odd in light of the open mouth games they pull on me, and increase noisestalking whenever I have brown colored food in my mouth.

2155h
I don't know the name behind Skewsme, but they offer plenty of relevant articles and links on the mind control world. Anything rational is to be applauded given the apersions that are unfairly cast upon this community of the dispossesed. And they will even get a listing on the reference blogs/sites to the right. I really should be making some link pages but have been uncharacteristically demotivated about doing this. It isn't like me to have my data in a mess, and here I am being fucked into so many behaviors that are not of my making.

Another "happen upon", the site of Dee Finney, who I don't know, but they are another rational voice in this ongoing travesty of being contained by mind keepers who have polluted and corrupted every contact and agency that I deal with, and most likely, it has always been that way when I reflect on long past events and the behaviors and looks at the time.

Other action when I was making dinner tonight was relentless planted notions about imminent cessation of hostilities, as in no more harassment etc. I have been through at least 20 of these spates of avowed termination of perp action in the past five years, and they have all proven to be totally wrong. I even get some of my Feral Family making similar remarks, usually about the time when the perps have put me through these sessions. I don't why the perps struck tonight, save some kind of tie-in to the above mentioned potential leverage in having me in the dentist chair for an hour, mouth open. It isn't going to happen, and I see enough loose threads of their objectives, e.g. red, brown, green, orange colors, shit games, Favored and Unfavored, bolder gangstalking and so many other methods that have escalated that there is no way the perps are done with me, and won't be for at least two years. That is my prediction, or at least the one that is reasonable and being fed to me. Of note, the noisestalking started up while typing the previous sentance.

Though one has to be careful about reading the perp activities; I have come to learn on the odd occasion that the perception/deception plan is as important as their plan for whatever is next. But given that I have always been correct in predicting continued perp harassment and abuse in light of these mini-recantations they plant into my mind, I will stick with my own track record. This torment and abuse has at least a year to run, and they aren't going anywhere, especially when masers are flying off the profusion of aerials and parabolic disks now installed in this town.

2230h
I am getting the cognitive dithering again, this time preventing me from reading online, an article about vitamin D, also of perp interest. From what I gather, the perps don't yet know how to fuck with the body's vitamin D production, hence the very short tanning time they allowed me in the summer, a whole 20 minutes before the clouds passed in front of the sun, and after putting my shirt on for the accompanying coolness, five parties descended upon me for gangstalking at the top end of the daffodil bulb picking field.

Anything Goes

1120h
A dumbshit title today, as I was totally blanked out as to what to call today's blog posting, as the perps haven't been so evident today, once I settled in at the PC. The noise run up before getting up was atrocious, and it was kept going when I got up and dressed (a prime noisestalking event), put the kettle on, made up my cereal and only ceased when I finished my crunchy breakfaset cereal.

There were the usual pranks and crumb games at breakfast, the bread attacks have been most virulent of late. They created a longitudinal "rip" through the loaf, so every slice comes with a 3" tear that is the putative cause for the myriad crumbs that "arrive" on my plate, even if the delivery physicality doesn't conform to conventional understanding. This daily torn bread then becomes a rationale for chunks of it to drop off, hang in a differnet plane, or otherwise be jerked with. The bread tear has also been used as the site of punching craters in the bread, a steep sided hole that likely has much more significance for the assholes who put it there than I can ascertain.

The perps pulled a stunt on me in the bathroom that was a first; one of their harassment fixations is the color of my prescribed medication, one white pill and four yellow and white capsules. The connection is that every Monday I "forget" to take my medication as I am at my parent's place and don't take it with me. Invariably, there is more gangstalking oriented around the color yellow. Today, the perps placed a black colored seed on my hand just after I put the medication in my mouth. As I kept trying to get rid of it down the drain, this seed kept coming back. This infernal juvenility was extended to the point that I got pissed off and yelled at the assholes. The black seed "disappeared", but while yelling at the perps, all five pills were stuck to the roof of my mouth, confirming that this is a key area for perp fuckery. Anyhow, it was all over before I was allowed to know what is going on, but it serves as an example of how highly controlled everything is.

I was allowed to get to sleep in about 30 minutes last night, a near record for a Monday. I had to listen to the overhead pounding of the concrete floor/ceiling, the noise of someone walking with very heavy feet as if it were a wood floor. Go figure, and the pounding noise comes without the vibrational quality it had before. There were no planted dream games that I can recall, and for the first time in at least six months, my sleep duration was less than 9 hours. Simply stunning, and getting back to the lifetime normal.

1345h
A retreat to past form was imposed for lunch; until I moved into this apartment the perps had me eat my leftover portion of tortillas direct from the fridge by having me put them on a new plate and take them directly to the table. No fuss, no muss. This was at variance with the past four years where I reheated them in the frypan. Today, I got mind-fucked into reheating them for the first time in this apartment, and yes, it was a full-on noisestalked event. Nothing exciting in this news, but I am sure it is a big deal for the small minds that control me like this.

1735h
I have returned from my gym class via the bus; the perps put on a driving storm for me to walk there, and then laid on extra rain for my return, so "I", in the collective mind controlled sense, took the bus back. Not that it was unplanned; my five gangstalkers arrived at the bus shelter in short order, one in ridiculous blue-purple sweater, not even a coat for the inclement weather conditions. There were at least three other gangstalkers in summer time dress while outside. I wore my blue fleece and an a Gortex shell over top. As I rarely wear this combination, the perps put on an extra special contingent of blue gangstalking vehicles and ambulatory operatives. The perps were also heavy on packing the males around me, at the gym, and at the LD store that for the first time, was only lightly gangstalked instead of the full-on swarms. The perps even put on an adult father and son gangstalking pair, both dressed in the same blue and black anorak. Fucking absurd; I hadn't seen this act before, but here is was. At the gym, at one point in my exercise, they put on 18 males hanging around me, to 25' away, with the usual 70% of them doing nothing at any given moment. I even had an unabashed 6'4" Asian dude loitering around me in a two tone blue outfit while working out, and continuing after I departed from that piece of equipment. Did he want to use it? -not a chance, he wanted to continue loitering which he did, this time with the underneath side of his tongue pressed against his open mouth. Fucking weird to say the least, but the most obvious admission about the perp's attempts to model the inside of my mouth yet.

With the surplus of dudes hanging around in the gym, the perps made sure to put me off my usual routine, keeping me off the free weights again, which they appear to want about every 6 weeks or so. And while doing one foot balancing in the floor exercises, the perps kept wabbling me back onto two feet, just as they do in yoga. The plank isometric exercise was also duly fucked with, as they would not let me stay on my feet and arms for anything more than 20 seconds. I have done a full minute before, and today, they governed down my ability to do this exercise. Fucking rude, and blatantly sick.

My regular two freaks of the afternnon gym class were again featuring themselves, planted in view, and even giving me a side and a back profile. Then with one ahead of me, walking toward the floor exercise room, the other swoops in ahead of me coming from the opposite direction. As the coordinator had not gone to the opposite end to inform the class members, how did Mr. New Bald know when to arrive and insert himself between Mr Ethnic Gut and myself? It is never a mystery to me, they are coordinated by in-eye, or on-retina, instruction. Occasionally one of them will give it away by looking up before they replied, or at least until the perps got near 100% mind control.

1855h
The post-meal digestion period is now bringing on the noisestalking; the "neighbor" water usage and the loud mufflered vehicles from outside. The perps kept me rage-ified through dinner and making the dishes, obstructing my finger control, crumb planting, cheese grating "arriving" after the fact, breaking up the block of cheese, and a few more annoyances that they keep me cranked up about. And while ranting about the sick and gutless asshole trashing my life, the noisestalking starts up simultaneously, adding to the notion of being picked upon. Nothing new there, it is just coming back, making sure that I am the outsider guinea pig, all for their diabolical and timorous juvenility.

I came across an interesting web site about the 9/11 tragedy, a site called Missilegate that has fuzzy footage of something very sinister about the first hit on the World Trade tower; it shows a much smaller winged aircraft, possibly a Cruise missile, coming down at a steep angle and hitting the tower. I don't normally delve into this topic, but what I found interesting was that there was this envelope of a field around the tower, much like what I see all the time in this harassment world. It is very possibly a densified magnetic field in which objects and personnel can be controlled from a distance, what I deal with. Which suggests that the World Trade towers were targeted with extra-conventional technologies that exert action at a distance physical forces, possibly the real method that was used to take them down, e.g by being dustified in the billowing clouds of concrete and steel dust. There are reports that other steel objects, many blocks away, such as vehicles, were "melted" in a fashion, the steel was weakened and the entire vehicle sagged to the ground. I have suspected this for a long time, but I was intrigued with seeing these blackish fields around the tower, which might look like an aberation of the poorly focussed camera until one has seen this very phenomenon in similar circumstances. I will even go so far as to say that the out of focus camera lens was even arranged remotely too, for whatever reason the perps wanted. Perhaps out of focus cameras can pick up this densified electromagnetic fields better than a focussed camera. Who knows, this is all speculation, and somehow feeds the beast. I also got considerable interesting reading about the WWII Nazi advanced technology research from the associated web page of above, the Reich of the Black Sun. I hope you find it as interesting as I did, and it certainly paints quite a different picture of the conflict than I had before, which makes me wonder how it all ended as it did. Why didn't the Nazis make use of these phenomenonal advances, even the Messerschmitt Me-262, a twin-jet fighter, developed in 1943 but was not put into production. It seems that much of it was all too new and needed more development time, even the jet aircraft, a more prosaic explanation. Still, the concept of an unseen hand in control of testing, development, and production of amanents on each side of the conflict comes to my suspicious mind.

2100h
Tonight is a music listening night on YouTube; I am allowed this every three to five days, usually begining with seeing the artist in oblique or darkenend form, and slowly working up to seeing both the video and audio in sync, then the perps desync them, making it an audio experience only. This pattern usually repeats for every artist over a few videos before being alllowed full video. Similarly, I am allowed to see television documentaries with commercial interuptions, an hour in total if Sunday night (two days ago) is an example. The documentary about Enron, "The Smartest Guys in the Room" was on CBC, and lo, if my mother didn't want to see the maudlin Doc Martin on another channel. I suspect the attractive black haired actress, Caroline Catz, in the show is part of the harassment bait. (Regular readers will recall that one of the many sights that the perps feature is raven black silken hair on women, usually attractive ones, which in the long past has been augmented in real life by having black haired Newfoundland dogs, three in total. I never could figure out why my ex always left the dog combing task to me, I was usually pissed that it had been left so long and that she never took this task on. What their fixation about long black hair in its many forms is all about is not known to me.)

2135h
The overhead pounding was heard through the headphones, so that was the end of music sampling. Perhaps they are cutting down on my music sessions, and not letting me do the full evening of samples and videos.

2235h
Like so often, I am not allowed to read a web page for more than 10 minutes; all that factual information is too much for the perps who fuck me out of it by planting a fuzzy maser ball in my central vision. End of that activity, especially if engrossing.

And the perps have reminded me that they deleted all recall of reading the above mentioned Riech of the Black Sun, so in order to retain anything (hopefully) I will need to read it again. That is the downside of information rich content; the perps simply purge it from my recall. They did this with the movies I have bookmarked, and then supplanted my recall by inserting their own permissible version.

Enough ranting, and time to blog off for the day, and ponder what they will think of next.

Still Hobbling

1425h
I am still in this state of cramped calf muscles, now the third day of this, and it forces me to bend over at the waist, straight out of the operative's handbook. They like to orchestrate their operatives to bend over to do anything, as there seems to be more energies coming off. And at least once per day when out, I get this, often in close proximity. Normally I bend my knees to keep my back straight when attending to items low down or on the floor, but for this current "surge" of fuckery this week, that habit has been blocked by the muscle cramps in my legs.

A woodworking router noise has been going for the last 20 minutes and is still continuing as I type this in. No doubt all my past routing experience is feeding into this particular noise, vibration and associated neural activity not otherwise controllable from the remote location where the perps hide out.

And it was an interesting laundry day this morning as the perps had me test two differing batches of the same brand on laundry detergent. The orchestrated delay in getting onto laundry earlier this week created the scenario where there was too much for one washing machine load. And as it "so happened", the old detergent jug had one load's worth left, and sequential second load used the detergent from a new jug, same brand and type, a liquid detergent.

As the perp's have a total obsession over my laundry it was also no surprise that the second washing machine load took an extra five minutes and was in its final spin cycle when I went to the laundry room. There I was compelled to wait in front of the washing machine for at least four minutes until the cycle completed, and and the second load into the dryer with the first load of laundry. All very complicated, and planned down to the last dust bunny, including having the old and the new detergent jugs side by side in the storage area for at least a week. No wonder "I remembered" to get some more in such a timely manner.

This compares to making another shopping trip last night at 2230h to get breakfast cereal as this had been "forgotten" earlier in the day, the only item I truly needed. This also incurred a waddling and pained gait to walk the 200' or less to the grocery store, as the calf muscle cramps "acted up" and got worse as I learned firsthand when I embarked on this nightime shopping trip. I got the usual gangstalking action, though muted somewhat for the later time in the day. I got the now usual "helmet heads", the putative cyclists gangstalking with their cycling helmet on, something they do all the time now. The yellow helmet was featured at least twice by the same asshole.

Other than laundry I haven't ventured outside as I have no regular Friday activities, which makes for a potential four day string of shut-in days, something the perps assiduously manage for. More often it is two days maximum, as there is something that arises and needs me to head out somewhere, all prepped in advance with the gangstalker's choreography.

And speaking of things that "come up", my in-town brother just phoned and want me to look into his neighbor's tree chopping activities and see what privacy amelioration can be determined. Hokey or what, though he did set this up with a 20 minute phone call last night. All part of the script, with central player, me, the last to know about what is going on.

And it is very important to the perps that I remain largely clueless and unknowing, as they like to reduce my emotional and expectational anticipation from any planned (by them) event. This is totally endemic in their practices, and having an whole lifetime (47 years old when they began) of this isn't enough, they had to crank it up as part of the overt harassment phase that they cursed me with over five years ago. I called it designed cluelessness in a past blog posting.

1700h
Back from a pointless trip to my in-town brother's to look at his claimed loss of privacy. Once I was there I knew this entire "issue" was a bullshit ploy, and to have me circulating near him, and to the total (to the studs) renovation that "erupted" next door to him. He was also into revenge fantasies, planning an extra border of tall trees, building a tall fence. The only location where he had a reduction of privacy was his front garden, and lo, he never goes out there except to cut the grass. Mountains from molehills, and a total event to parade the harassment corps around me in traffic.

And a freak in a total pink day-glo outfit arrived on a minibike via the pedestrian lane and stopped in mid-street in front of my brother's house, and started up the in-street debate with the renovation contractor, aka Cheers act, that is, everyone knows each other (except for me). Then, when in the house some five minutes later we were in the house and lo, if my brother isn't called away from the front door by the same building contractor for some vague reason, spending at least 8 minutes outside the house. Meanwhile, I was dispatched to write up my "determinations" as to what he should do with his fence and privacy "issues". Then he came back in, offered me chocolate, and lo, if he didn't take one of the same chocolate bars himself and walk ahead of me with it in hand, just as I was doing. So, we each had the same kind of chocolate bar in hand, were 90 degrees offset, and were talking about what he should do. (Not very much was my recommendation).

On the way to my brother's in his white trades van, and on the way back, it was like being royalty. There were clusters of red vehicles, usually three or four, then white ones, then back to red, then silver-grey vehicles, then silver-grey and white mixtures, then "sandwiches", a red vehicle with a white vehicle fore and aft, then again with a silver-grey sandwich, and then with white vehicles with a mid-blue vehicle. (I am wearing a blue Capilene shirt today, a semi-reflective fabric). Then my brother got me riled up over something I cannot recall (recanting his last confirmation that there were anomalous frequencies of same colored proximate vehicles), and as I was speaking to him he kept opening his mouth, doing the obvious "open mouthing" that the operatives routinely do in their ambulatory gangstalking. More of the same fuckery, just from the family members.

Another theme the perps are pushing is to have my body made hairless, head excepted. There have been a number of web page readings over the past six months or so, and I noted when in the pharmacy yesterday for razor blades, that there were some men's wax strips, a new-to-me product. And as my attention is 100% controllable I have come to know, it was no coincidence that "I" happened to see this product. There have been past incidents of mind-control body hair shaving, but nothing in the past 3 years, so it is most odd that I would find the "need" to do this. Just another senseless diversion to me, but likely a huge deal to the assholes who constantly plant body hair all over my apartment, that surely does not come from me directly. Part of this putative body hair is includes eyelash hairs, and if I lost them at the current rate of 3 or more per day, I wouldn't have any eyelashes left. Usually cleaning the bathroom incurrs a siege of body hairs, as they "arrive" in place of where I have just cleaned. One time cleaning the bathtub, I counted over 40 instances of body hairs materializing from nowhere to land on the just cleaned portions. I have even seen hairs arrive; there is a locallized metallic shimmery event, a like-maser activity, and poof, there is a body hair on the just-cleaned surface. Crazy.

1925h
Another forced crap, this time immediately following dinner. And the now usual fuckover stunt in forcing me to have a shower to clean up; I am batting at .900 on this one, as the perps continue more brown testing.

And speaking of which, here is a classic that must be straight out of their playbook; having chocolate on a road surface in great quantity to analyse the chocolate-road energy interaction. Driving around shit tankers, and parking them on the street outside my residence isn't good enough, nor is a past event of having a worker at a chocolate factory fall into a vat of chocolate. A truck load of chocolate gets dumped on the autobahn. And having a little fire into the energetic mix never hurt, a spacetime "ripping" event, and it served to heat the chocolate up and make it flow on the road surface, presenting more opportunities for direct remote energy assay games between two very problematic substances/surfaces (for the perps). Thirteen tons of chocolate to clean up; and bets are that the perps will be still fucking around having solved nothing after all is done.

2035h
Picture time; from this week, and excuse the fuzzy images in some cases, this is the latest perp tactic to move my hand with the camera in it, or just plain sabotage the picture anyway. And I do have the image stabilization feature on, and still no compensation.

Left; a paving job outside the recreation center where I work out; asphalt is a big obsession of the perps, and so is concrete, and both were on this job, the redi-mix truck was nearby, not shown.












Who in the sane world puts a lane marker on top of a suburban use mini-van? Only the assholes who have some kind of light/color interaction games going, and want to focus that around a vehicle's roof.












This jaywalker has some kind of black plastic object he is using for reference purposes, never mind the absurd jeans outfit he is wearing. And note that the picture was taken (by perp mind/finger control) at the very instant he was in front of a silver-grey vehicle with another headed in the opposite direction. Also note the nurse in a entire hospital green outfit on the other side of the street.












A bare chested gangstalker with a chrome steel empty shopping cart. Normally these assholes have the cart full of plastics and aluminum cans, but this must be a desperation move, down to the shirt and nothing in the cart. Another fuzzy picture courtesy of the fucker's employer.













And more reference objects left out for me to pass by; a palatte in a residential area for wood material reference purposes. Note the grafitti painted on the red post boxes. Nearly every pole, box or large surface I walk by is now marked with grafitti in various colors for the perp's reference purposes.












Aparticleboard reference object for me to walk by, and lo, if I my coat wasn't the same olive drab green color that day.












Left; a parked red truck with two white vehicles behind it, and then two silver grey vehicles behind the white vehicles. Note that the red truck has paint peeling on the front door, a "condition" that is occuring more often, and there is another picture from last week with this same presentation.















A silver-grey between two same colored metallic mid grey vehicles, a "sandwich" condition I call it, and more prevalent of late.














Left; the color coincidence stunt again, this one outside my parent's place in mid week when I was there, and was set up for the entire day.














One of those shots I cannot figure out; the overhead wires on the right side against the blue sky appear to lose their color with the backdrop of the building. I have already zoomed in on this and I cannot figure it out. Also, the dragon fly (rightmost) seems to be oversized. The vertical objects on the building are some kind of aerials, and appear to spit masers at me frequently.













And the common male perp strut is to face me down from 80' to 100' away on the sidewalk, this one having the cover story of waiting for the bus as the adjacent bus stop. And a very perp-like color combination, red and black in an offset checkerboard pattern. Note more grafitti on the wood power pole (center) and the green band as more perp color reference games on the leftmost signpost.

Late Night, Early Morning, No Consequence

1005h
The title of today's blog refers to the fact that I was kept awake for over three hours in bed and controlled to do head flipping; right side, left side, sometimes less than a minute on one side, then the compelling "need" (read mind-control) to flip my head to the other side again. I was kept in a Pseudosweated condition, and my pillowcase became extremely damp, nearly soggy. As these were newly laundered sheets on the bed, I wonder if this was the perp's big attraction. And mysteriously, I was awakened early and won't be any the worse for wear. The perps can somehow compensate me for lost sleep, and do this regularly. Once they did this for over three days, keeping me going sleepless with no consequence, only added "floatie" sensations that are not correlated to anything but remotely applied neural de-energization intrusions of my brain's temporal lobes.

The early morning might be all about getting me more up time before 1130h yoga, prolonging that breakfast to lunchtime interval with no feeding, as digestive activity is a huge component of their research cum harassment, and they want to avoid the food digesting state while I am doing back stretches and twists in the hope to gather other data instead. I suppose I could ruin it for them by having an early snack, but it is amazing how often that these great countermeasure plans never materialize. Bets are on that they put another military or LEO dressed gangstalker afterward. And my plea of last week went unanswered; that was to determine why so many military types are "showing up" post yoga workout on Thursdays in the North Park Street of Victoria, BC, Canada when the nearest base is at least three miles away.

And I am being managed to be highly reactive this morning; they had me on an instant rant when the stovetop burner smell erupted, one of their standbys for olafactory stimulation, never mind that there is absolutely nothing that ever falls down under the burner elements on this brand new stove. This was a "problem" that has gone back decades; what is creating that burning smell from underneath the coil type burners? I would ask my then wife and she would blank out on me. Now I know, it was a perp intervention to stimulate specific brain areas for their realtime nonconsensual neural research. This would be another clue that one is being surrepticiously monitored, should there be any non-TI readers out there.

And today had the usual start; another case of severe Pseudosweats; an outrageous profusion of sweating when I am not that hot, and there is limited sun exposure in this E. facing apartment. But I was allowed to go two blocks downtown and make a deposit at the ATM machine, and lo, if there wasn't a nice cooling breeze outside that "somehow" did not penetrate the open window of my apartment on the sixth floor. Once that duplicity was revealed, it was amazing that the Pseudosweats did not come on again when I got back.

My brief trip attracted some red clothed gangstalkers, but the perps laid off putting on a full swarming phalanx around me this morning for whatever reason. They didn't tie up the ATM machine in advance of my arrival either in another odd relenting of their usual gangstalking intensity of late.

And I am still getting an inordinate number of dumptrucks on vehicular gangstalking duty, which was evident from this morning's ATM sortie. The perps even arranged a backdrop of a tractor trailer unit with its long white colored box behind the dumptruck, providing a white backdrop to set off the dumptruck, not unlike what studio photographers do. Why the perps do this I don't know, but they often plant oddly behaving operatives (standing in my view when there are seats availible) in front of me on the bus to govern down what I am allowed to see from my seat.

And the game of spilled Skittles gets interesting; these "showed" up Monday this week in front of the apartment building doors when I was taking my birthday cake back from my parents. The confectionary beads on the cake were similarly colored and varied. Then I thought the Skittles had been cleaned up, but today, my attention was directed to the fact that they have all been squashed, and the colors and substance is still there. Given that the apartment manager's office is on the other side of the glass foyer, I cannot believe that the Skittles games were anything less than the perps at their color games. Vigilant readers will recall a similar incident at the last concrete building I lived in where a odious red colored condom was bedded into the exposed aggregate concrete pathway outside the front doors, and nothing was "done" about it for a whole week. Funny how building maintenance devolves into fomenting color exposure games wherever I go.

1640h
I am back from a one hour gym workout as part of a class, this being a regular Thursday event. This morning's predictions about seeing a surfeit of military or LEO's (Law Enforcement Organization) personnel came true. Since this morning's yoga class, there has been no less than 8 sightings or placements of LEO (Victoria Police) vehicles or personnel on my walking beat. For all those who think this is a clinical condition, beat that. If it is predictable, it cannot be a psychosis or a related condition.

I had the usual 300 to 500 vehicles coursing around me on my 30 minute walk in each direction. Yet again, dumptrucks were featured (even with a red painted box!), as were same color clusters of passenger vehicles. Today's record was six deep metallic red vehicles in one sighting, and four white vehicles. The perps are planting more BMW's of late, white convertibles, and BMW convertibles. All this is coincident with my ex-wife acquiring a used white color BMW convertible two weeks ago. Imagine that, yet another coincidence, with the usual caveat is that there is no such thing.

I also got plenty of East Indian and negro ambulatory gangstalkers today, all part of the brown games for the perps in their endless obsession with how I percieve that color and its associations. I only knew I didn't care for the color in general, but this is absurd to be pilloried over it all the time. And the brown skin colored individuals made sure to have their mouths hanging open as they passed by, all part of the perp's game, exposing mouth contents.

After the workout "I" (in the collective mind-controlled sense), have a chocolate bar from one of the machines in the lobby of the recreation center. It is a brown colored Mars bar usually, and I eat this on the go, while headed home. The garbage can that I use for the wrapper is located at a bus stop, but one for a residential area. Today, there were five gangstalkers, "bus travellers", all arranged around the garbage can awaiting for me to place the wrapper in it. One even placed a Starbuck's coffee (think brown) mug on top of the garbage can. I cannot understand why a billion dollar anually budgeted operation has to clandestinely rag me over getting rid of a chocolate bar wrapper. It is fucking nuts. Their problem with the color brown isn't mine, so why am I being constantly harassed over it?

As I recall, this same location and situation was the scene of another gangstalking, where one of the class regulars had her ass backed up to the location on the garbage can where one physically deposits the litter. Yet again, I was obliged to pass through this gauntlet all over disposal of my litter.

The perps laid on the Pseudosweats while I was at yoga; no one else comes close to even breaking a sweat and my shirt is soaking. Anyhow, I was glad for the workout, and what do I find on my face when I get back? Some planted brown colored object, as if a rectangular piece of wood or something like that. No doubt I had this on me for the entire class, and all the way home, walking on downtown streets. This is not the first time this has happened, but it is the most blatant as it has no cover story. After breakfast I have my shower and shave routine, and I never eat anything else afterward, so this object did not "happen" to rub off from anything.

And another "brownface" incident; the Persian woman who has appeared as a sales assistant in two stores on shopping trips with my mother was on ambulatory gangstalk duty, except that she was many shades of brown skin tone (e.g. typical Phillapino skin color) darker when she was essentially Causcasian skin toned before. She at least smiled at me, and I returned her courtesy. But talk about weird, this woman becoming near East Indian looking since I last saw her two months ago.

And I am being managed to being "tired" when I am not. I wasn't up to my usual walking speed today, and I suppose the perps decided that they would govern me down. Now that I do this walk twice a week, one would think that I would be getting into better shape and be less fatigued from it. That doesn't happen in Perpland; one's accrual of capability is on their terms.

1905h
I suffered another punishing nap. This might seem like a contradiction, but this "extreme need" comes over me, and then I feel wasted and bereft of awareness once I am allowed to come out of the nap. Having dinner and the activity of doing the dishes afterward does not help lift this black cloud that has settled on me. The timing and nature of today's nap is identical to that of yesterday, though tonight's nap was half the length with the same ennervating outcome.

I also got the major "floaties" again after finishing up at strength training, and one pass of rubbing my head and hair resolved that strange sensation. It seems the perps are looking for more information and decide to launch a desperate debilitating event just to test the waters. Never mind how I feel, or how much I like it, just trash the current sensations and see if there is anything deeper might be the mindset of the assholes who are doing this to me.

2220h
I was lost in the world of French sixties pop for the last while, and I was at that rare moment of not feeling as if watched, and then the hallway light began flickering in stroboscopic-like patterns, sometimes in response to what I was reading or listening to.

Now that I am blogging I have the vision impairments back, the maser zingers flitting about (fuzzy blackish balls) and the rest of the plasmic imagery that goes with being a harassee of the first order of The Supreme Gutless Sickos, applying all this remotely, and never fronting for themselves.

As cool temperature as it has been, the perps just jumped me with a minor state of imposed Pseudosweats, as there must be some particular fascination with blogging that they have, hence they allowed me to do this. Enough said for today, time to blog off.

Zap Happy Perps

1310h
I am getting many more zappings of late, very often when I suspect an uncontrolled thought comes to mind, and when I use a term or phrase that has been planted in advance. Usually the zappings aren't to invasive, just a minor reflexive reaction of a limb, arm or leg.

I am back from a Feral Family stayover, and that included driving my mother to Walmart's photo center at the front of the store thankfully. Yesterday, because there was three of us, my mother, father and me, the perps went all out putting on at least six dark metallic red vehicles around me, and moving them in and out of white or silver grey vehicles that were also part of the proximate vehicular gangstalking retinue.

Then when entering Walmart yesterday they put on a UN-like contingent of brown raced ambulatory gangstalkers coursing around us, and then put on a pair of shiftless males on sentry duty, just standing there for no apparent reason. Perhaps they were the bait for me to sneer at, as this behavior is becoming more frequent, which likely means that it is planted into mind by the assholes. Then some bag in reddish brown hair came up behind us while the staff were "busy" (ignoring us) at first, and this woman was wearing the most brightest crimson red fleece jacket that I have seen in the five years of overt harassment. After a whole lot of (deliberate) "miscommunication" by my mother and getting the film turned in for processing, we headed out to yet more rounds of swarming ambulatory gangstalkers in the parking lot.

This morning, it was almost the same, and they even put a fucker on paralleling us entering the exit, while we went in the entrance. In other words, the perps designed the outgoing multi-racial swarm such that one of their operatives could enter the exit through this crowd, and have a clear route through with the doors remaining open.

And what another fluke to have two twin sisters, or like, standing near the counter for no apparent reason, one in that same brilliant crimson red, and the other in a brown camel sweater. They stood together at first, then separated by 6' or so, and then proceeded to depart just ahead of us. The fuckers also put on a woman in a white motorcycle helmet in the Walmart queue; this is fucking absurd that anyone goes around wearing a motorcycle helmet when not on their motorcycle, and this particular idiotic stunt has occured more than once, and only since the fuckers went overt on me.

Then my mother mentioned she needed batteries for the solar garden lights, and that entailed a trek to the far end of Walmart. As it "so happened", we went by a 6' high palette load of chocolate, then in short order, a similar stack of olive oil in gallon containers further along, and then one of the most bizarre occurences of shopping aisle obstruction choreography going. Two shopping carts, three more ambulatory fuckers, and it was like a free for all once the unattended shopping cart had been removed. There were at least five of the fuckers plus us two all arranged and converging at that single aisleway, post-passing by the chocolate and olive oil loads, note . Naturally there were plenty of displays in mid-aisle to aid creating this bizarre confluence of gangstalkers. This was about 1030h or so, and way too early for that many shoppers in one location then.

The fuckers put on a shopping cart and two toothy freakish males bantering near the battery section before I steered my mother out of the side exit of the store. And there were a few more East Indians coursing about and not appearing to shop, just doing the strut, aka blatant gangstalking.

When I got back to my apartment, the assholes were still on the East Indian gangstalker act; they had a "do-rag" wearing male East Indian speaking with a blonde woman in the lobby, which was patently bogus, as who hangs around here? It is the second appearance for this particular act, and with the do-rag both times. The apartment manager also "popped out" from behind the mail boxes, doing his sort-of friendly routine, and yet putting on the act of not recalling my name. We conversed on the phone or met in person at least 15 times and even moved a fridge together last week, and yet he puts on the "barely know me" act.

I departed to go a half block to drop off some items for donations, and when outside I had at least a dozen gangstalkers on me, and one even crossed the road at the same time I did. Then ahead of me the sickos put on a Santa-like vagrant in a bright red coat and a same colored toque. The latter garment was absurd for the warm weather we are having. Then as I walked down the driveway, the red dressed gangstalker also turned in the same direction and paralleled me on the other side of a black steel vertical bar fence.

Then back to the lobby of this apartment block and the "do-rag" East Indian had gone, and the blonde woman in pink was still there, and then bizarrely IMHO, she gets up to go into the elevator with me. Here she was seeming to be waiting for someone to pick her up, but no, she was waiting for me to return from my short half block donation visit, and then get in the elevator with me. And when the elevator arrived, it "so happened" that the manager was in it, and for the six floor travel duration I was between the two of them, and I got out first.

I also noted another perp floor adornment that is quite common; a trail of goo/filth that extends from the elevator through the lobby to the front door. It is as if someone had something leaking from a bag and this trail had dried up, and remained uncleaned. As it "so happens", there is a similar trail of blackish something that hasn't been cleaned up in the yoga classroom. This trail extends from the classroom location where I usually work out (no choice usually, as they are all in ahead of me), to the back corner where the mats are stored. I also had a similar one in my Everett apartment in 1999 and 2000, from the apartment, down two flights of stairs to the outside door and garbage containers.

I suspect this trail is to track me with some kind of color energetic consistency as I walk along it. It is always interesting to note how long these stay persistent for, and that they seem to be "overlooked" before they are cleaned up.

1835h
After an afternoon of excessive 2 cycle motorcycle noise, the perps had me take a shit, the second time in this apartment, and the first on the plastic toilet seat instead of the padded one they put in as a "throwaway" item, and have the brown skinned East Indian maintenance worker slave on the toilet to fix the seat, tank valve and the seal last week. Of course he put the old toilet seat in a prominent location for me to "happen" to see it, and invoke some kind of deep traumatization response that goes back to my toilet training days in which the perps intruded and fucked themselves big time, and forever made me wary of anything brown colored.

That wasn't enough of a fuckover apparently as 50 years later in the course of harassing the absolute shit out of my life, they are now attempting to discover the neural correlates of the above traumatization and all its ramifications, which is my theory why they are chasing me all over town with incremental levels of brown colored vehicles (two tone brown especially) and brown dressed ambulatory gangstalkers. Plus, there are plenty of magazine, newspaper, TV and webpage presentations of brown colors that they like to put in my face. One this morning was forcing me to constantly look at this address book of my mother's with happy negro faces on it. I have never glanced at a single item so much when I had so little interest in it. And the notion of removing it did not "occur to me", meaning that the most essential of my defences have been breached my remotely applied mind-control. Just what I needed to hear.

I went to a strength training orientation session earlier today; the above mentioned crimson red force was still out; usually sweaters and jackets, but also matching hats, and often two of them side by side, sometimes with differing reds. This is a day hospital program where I get to lift weights for an hour with some cardio training as part of it. The perps have artfully scheduled it following yoga on Tuesdays and Thursdays, no coincidence that. I don't pay for this, and must keep up some involvement in these activities to keep my subsidy going for this apartment, even though I am more financially constrained as I must pay $100 more per month. And the fuckers keep making me buy chocolate, now in red colored packaging, replacing the better quality Villar's chocolate in an off white colored box. As mentioned before, I have had short periods where the fuckers have turned me totally off chocolate, to the level of not even liking its smell. As I see it, the entire chocolate "infatuation" is created by the remotely applied mind-control energies as the fuckers piss around attempting to undo the brown color adversity damage they inflicted on me, per above.

And the fuckers were all over me in the grocery store; they plated a couple at the cooler case who loitered there extensively, and finally had moved some when I made my last pass, then as I was approaching the cooler case they split apart leaving only room to go between the fuckers. This is the "split couple" gangstalk routine, and I know it well. Normally they don't obstruct my in-store destinations, (but usually post someone nearby), but this time the two gangstalkers lingered there and didn't pick anything up. The male member also put on the open mouth act, one of the most consistent moves that the ambulatory gangstalkers make in my proximity. Other variations are yawning, sneezing, coughing and eating food.

The couple didn't look too cohesive, and I see plenty of ersatz or otherwise improbable pairings in the ambulatory gangstalking panoply. Last week they put on an older semi-vagrant Caucasian male with a middle aged negro woman, one of the more ridiculous pairs I have seen in this city. In the case of the above gangstalking couple today, she was Caucasian, blonde and dressed in a mid-grey outfit, while he was a grey haired Caucasian, and might have been a slight morph-over of one of the regular male operatives that I have seen at least 10 times in all manner of circumstances, even following me into the optometrist's working area once. Past blogs have detailed the predominance of younger blonde women gangstalkers and how the perps appear to be hitching the many unpleasant demographics to the blonde woman's aura, or whatever it is that the perps are measuring.

And ditto at the checkout; and young blonde woman, almost like Paris Hilton, helping out the black curly haired woman on the till. Another of my unfavored demographics is that I do not like tightly curled hair; I don't know why, but I suspect the party that constantly plants this in my visual field knows all about it, and may have created this "problem" for themselves some time ago, back in the days of early childhood development, a la brown color problem (per above).

The perps put on their operatives doing the Amnesty International gig again, outside both entrances to the grocery store. These fuckers were in yellow shirts, another "red rag" to a bull (me), and they had these white color plastic binders with slip in sheets of paper on the front, also white. So they get a white plastic exposure, and a white paper behind clear plastic exposure for me to see, and react with in some energetic way, their quantitification objective. As it so happens, many TI's have gone to Amnesty International in the expectation that they would take up their cause, but to no avail. They are adamant about not wanting to know about remotely applied harassment and gangstalking, which suggests their organization is not all what it seems.

Anyhow, these operatives promoting Amnesty International also had on the mohawk and other weird haircuts and were well studded with silver pins and rings on their lips and face. Another viscerally loathsome demographic to me, facial mutilation. Though, I suspect the metal studs and rings are perfect objects to remotely read energies from, and all the better if it stuck through the cheek.

The motorized wheelchairs were out in force today as well, yet another unfavored demographic that got plenty of airtime in the ambulatory gangstalking games today. I must of seen at least twenty of them, and they were all the motorized ones. Again, I don't know why exactly I don't like these things, but the assholes put plenty of them for me to see, and it nearly always it is the deep red metallic finish painted variety.

The perps were also up to forcing me off the sidewalk today, they did this at least four times, in various guises. The most blatant was this two couple foursome walking on the sidewalk ahead of me, and who then stopped to natter, and then two of them found something on the sidewalk "of interest" and did their lean-overs and crouch downs, and when they stood up again, they looked at me 20' away, and then started ambling ahead of me. There was nothing on the sidewalk to look at save the yellow paint markings, and when it came time to pass these assholes, who almost seemed to be lost, I was obliged to step onto the asphalt bicycle lane to pass them. This fucking act repeated for other sidewalk doddering gangstalkers, and after two 30 minute trips, I was fed up with this beligerent fuckery.

I also got a few plasma spatterings in my vision; at the hospital elevator the duct tape on the door gave off some annoying dark green emanations, and later, the perps planted a violet horizontal bar, 12" x 1" over the mouth of a woman that had been walking toward me some 15' away, and was turning 90 degrees to go down a side street. This band of plasma was kept plastered exactly where I expected her mouth to be, and it seemed to be placed between us, even as we were each in motion.

2030h
I just finished up a scorcher of an email; the perps got me cranked up over being fucked with, more pithy than is usual for these blogs. As always, I take note of the coincident environmental "modifications", aka noisestalking, thoughtstalking and other phenomenon, when they wind me up, and this time it was clunking from nearby "neighbors" and very bright reflections of the setting West sun off the towers in my view, and said reflections have an amazing habit of beaming right into my apartment while the perps had be emotionally riled up in responding to an email, one suggesting that there will be peace, love and happiness at the end of this endless loop of an utterly fucked with existence that is of extreme interest to the most depraved and institutionally warped assholes this planet has ever suffered.

Here it is with the instigating preamble that "started it", though in fact I suspect I was being mind-fucked into it, and there was plenty of noisestalking also going on at the same time.

The email topic was Vera, and how after a compelling story of extreme duress, she "appeared" (my dubiousness showing through yet again) to have found peace. My repondent says this:

Vera seems to have found peace in her previously troubled life and she is grateful. I hope you can arrive at a place, unique for you, that is equally peaceful.

And I am mindfucked into unloading on this person by writing this scorching email, all of which I believe, and it is not overstated:

It is not clear how she found this "peace" or in what form it takes. It leaves a huge hole as to how she is living her life.

Without the supporting details, it doesn't offer me any solace. My perspective is wuite different; anyone who has been involved in my harassment is an utter fucking sick-minded asshole, and that includes all of my family and their gangstalking routine.

In other words, I don't expect to find any nirvana, not until I get straight answers as to why I have been fucked with for five years, 24/7, and am free from any of the apparent mind-controlling energies that are being applied to me. I see plasma and maser beams all the time, and I am constantly enveloped in a magnetic field which I have measured with an industrial grade Gaussmeter.

There is constantly applied noise that is far and above at higher levels than normal, and it is nearly always coincident with my recall and thoughts as to what is going on and by who for what reason. I call this either noisestalking or thoughtstalking, and remain totally enraged that I have been singled out, stripped of my civil rights and run out of a job, subsisting and doing nothing but being a more convenient target for the assholes who have appeared to started this since birth. And, IMHO, who are resolutely thankless in fucking me covertly for 47 years, and then have the temerity to turn on this elevated overt harassment for five years running. I cannot go anywhere in public and not be constantly stalked.

I don't care what the perpetrator's objectives are beyond total mind-control, which has been evident by progressively interferring with my faculties, the last most being my recall over 2006. Absolutely nothing would ever justify this specious and depraved assault, harassment and deprivation of liberties that everyone else enjoys while they circulate around me in color coordinated order (vehicles and in person).

No, I expect to have no comforts now, or in the event of cessation of this harassment as long as my recall and faculties have not been fucked with or otherwise modified. That, I have been clear about since the outset; who could be this fucking sick to engage in and sustain this degree of organizational depravity against one innocent citizen who has done nothing whatsoever to incurr this?

Anyhow, that's where I am coming from anytime a short precis is needed to address the true nature of this abominable affront to human dignity.

Regards,
John

I intended no personal emnity, and of course "I forgot" to mention that in the letter, so let me say it here. Needless to say, I don't think that he will be replying anytime soon, and I don't blame him either. There is simply a large degree of intensity mismatch here, and my issues are way to deep and fraught to expect any non-TI to appreciate.

And to further elaborate, when one cannot spell or type simple words, cannot read and correctly percieve thoughts, cannot recall simple personal facts of one's own history, cannot say all that is in mind (or even to have all relevant facts come to mind) and when one cannot take a shit or piss, or perform any other very simple act, without it being dithered, fucked with, all or part of the time, by remotely applied energies that are situationally applied every waking moment of one's life, then matters get very intense and stay that way all the time, assuming even one's full range of emotion is not governed down by these pernicious mind invasive barbarians.

More scorching, it is that kind of night, and very it is very likely that I have been mind-fucked into enjoining in this caustic diatribe. Hopefully it is accurate, and pithy on later reflection.

2245h
Some mellow-out time followed, though duly noisestalked with amplified street noise, in-house clunking, and the backbeat floor whacking noise, for lack of a better name. This identical noise has occured in all apartments that I have lived in with upstairs "neighbors". That statement covers four buildings in two cities in five years; it is simply amazing that I get the same neighbors overhead in each location making the same strange characteristic noise. Fucking amazing; someone dare to tell me I am not being stalked, as I am on a roll tonight.

I also got "phenomenon stalked"; masers, plasma beams, vision impairments, gentle shirt pullings, shoes tightening up, mouth dryings, mild zappings, unconventional Windows behavior etc. The perps especially liked me to be reading about poor Paris Hilton, though to be fair, I really don't follow her much, but I am most intrigued by a comment I heard on the TV, when I had it in 2004 and early 2005. Someone remarked about an earlier Paris Hilton interview that Paris should have her driver's licence taken away because she appeared to be so stupid that she would endanger the public. Now it is 2007, and she did have her driver's licence suspended and disregarded the suspension and pleaded ignorance . Most would ascribe that sequence of events to "synchronicity" or something like that. But where I come from, in having every last detail of my existence orchestrated, and where there are no true coincidences, I am inclined to believe that it was, yet again, perp managed. Who knows for sure, but there are far too many "coincidences" going on in my life, and that is one more.

Time to blog off, and call this a day.

Good Bad Friday

1150h
The overhead pounding has arrived again, and is now jumping on any of the typo repairs that I make. Or more accurately, that I am mind-fucked into making. Stumbling on the most common words of the English language after 35 years of typing just didn't happen before.

1240h
Last night, after blogging off, the male banterers arrived for another round outside my window for their "chatting" in the dark end of the parking lot. This was no doubt linked in with discovering that the perps pulled a shit leakage stunt in my underwear, now becoming a regularity of at least once per week. This was ameliorated by taking a shower after taking a scripted crap, and they have been very consistent in having me take a shower just before I go to bed, something I wouldn't do ordinarily. The while changing my underwear, they wobbled me while I was on one foot, and sent me crashing into the furniture, and shaking it in the process. Causing vibrations, often with noise, is the main method of furthering their fuckery. All considered, it is fucking sick and depraved that I am not allowed to do anything without potential of being fucked with, which includes recovering from their myriad stunts.

The overhead pounding arrived about a half hour before lunch (per above), and then stopped immediately afterward. Similarly, this morning, it arrived before breakfast and then ended. My pre-meal jerkaround is becoming more consistent, though that won't change any doctor's opinion anytime soon.

Apart from the brown crumb inudations which are increasing, the assholes have decided that isn't enough intrusion, so they developed an relatively new one; applying a chalk-like substance to where they deem useful, and that includes the top of the white bar fridge which I use as a food preparation surface. These have previously shown up on my counter and on my jeans.

And for the continuation of all intrusions trivial, the perps have increased their "drop-hop" games; this is where a micro-droplet of liquid "erupts" from the surface while the containing vessel is being filled, or when there is sufficient cover story from other water and liquid handling. When filling the sink for doing the dishes, these sub-pinhead sized drops will fly 2 or more feet laterally, usually diagonal to me, from sink to floor. Today, while filling the coffee mug from the pot, they arranged for a new "drop-hop" source from the mug, at about half full no less. In other words, there is a move to make the unreal more unreal in the service of some kind of remotely controlled energetics assay program. As always, the question is; why don't they cut a deal instead of this exceptionally elaborate micro-managed fuckery that goes on every waking second (and into my sleep if my consistently arranged hair is any guide)? The short answer is that I don't know, but there must be a considerable payoff they are expecting to attain. I have rambled on in the past about universal life energies as a vaguely more specific goal, though this isn't much more of an answer.

When one adds up all the resources, and the energization of this entire city as it appears, and no end gangstalk bench strength, this equals only one determination; they are not going to desist anytime soon.

Now the rock music from another "resident" in this putative rooming house has been cranked up, and it serves as the cover story to vibrate both feet at the same time, noise (music and chatting "residents") included into the harassment mix of course.

And, the electronic popping in my right ear is being played more often, usually when I am swearing at the assholes for pulling yet another stunt. This is a simulated jaw pop, though I have never had any jaw joint problems in the past, let alone while speaking. All to create more noise while my mouth is open, which is a variant of the gangstalker's ploy of having their tongue hanging out or otherwise exposing their mouth contents. Spitting in public is still playing big, as is "open-mouthing", maintaining this as the gangstalker's "normal" comportment.

04-07-2007
As this has been a very foul day from the harassment perspective, I will blog off and start a new posting to detail the vituperative villany that has been administered by the sickos this Easter weekend. It is fucking sick, and they won't come out from the closet and front for the problems they created, fomented and sustained in the course of the past lifetime (mine) of covert energetics assay fuckery. I am the most fucking pissed that I have ever been, and if I am left to be uncontrolled, and some sicko finally fesses up in my presence, I cannot guarantee the outcome. See the next blog posting.