10-22-2012
My cell phone service got taken down five days ago, perfectly timed for the busiest time of the vineyard, harvest. We had 10 to 15 pickers, and one tractor going, with me doing empty bin pickups or drop offs. Extra hours were worked each day, and I worked the weekend. A much higher degree of coordination is needed, and the fuckers took out my cell phone. And too, maybe the most important reason, was that they forced me to take my calculator to work, (for calculations of additions to the wine), instead of using my cell phone app. And given the extensive perp abuse and fuckery over display screens, from calculators, cell phones of all kinds, TV, cinema etc., I should not be too surprised.
As it "happened", the cell phone service provider took down the 4G network for this entire valley (>200,00 pop.) without any advance notice, and my phone wasn't configured to switch to 3G. And thankfully I didn't get the cleavage prone blonde woman this time; her dumbshit artificial eyelashes last time were taking ridiculous to new heights.
And it is a Monday, a usual extra-beserk day for the perps, and the heavy vehicular gangstalking was quite evident. I had two wine samples with me in the vehicle, a red, and a white to drop off at the wine lab, and lo, if I didn't get snookered by one lane only road works, and not make it there by the 1600h closing time. Ergo, more time to drive around town with the two wine samples, now in my fridge.
And too, two of my contacts/errands were skunked by no one showing up, as in standing me up. The alterations lady was to be open Monday until 1700h, and I was a half hour earlier than that, and the former landlady said she would be there with some of my mail. But no, she wasn't there either, and I checked twice. Perhaps the big deal was for me to meet the blonde woman tenant, new since I departed in late August. She was cute, but the white top didn't do her look any favors, but as the perps just love to arrange clinical white clothes around me, maybe they needed to add an attractive blonde girl in the mix. Aka, an auric Favored (female, blonde, attractive) wearing an Unfavored color, (white or white garments).
10-23-2012
A day of gainful putzing in the winery cum garage at the vineyard/winery. I got the pH meter calibrated and working, as well as finishing up on starting fermentation on two wines. I wanted to filter the white Pinot Blanc juice before starting the fermentation, but the filter wasn't up to the task. It would of taken at least four hours. The good news is that the last of the grapes were loaded onto the contracted truck and off to the winery. At 7.6 tons/acre, it was a good year.
And I say putzing, as the owners weren't proactive, and that the bin full of botrytized grapes didn't get crushed today. Tomorrow he says, but then he arranged an outside event for the afternoon. And many planted ideations about giving my resignation speech, but in fact, I have no axe to grind, and am reasonably content, harassment and fuckery aside. I am getting paid to be winemaking; a good gig, though I don't see it keeping me busy for more than a month. I get plenty of overheard telephone calls next to the garage/winery, the owners speaking with their other business that seems to be in a financial pinch. OK, I get it; this gig is short term.
And there have been way too many of these stunts in the past week; papers go missing, "forgotten" papers, forcing me to print them out when I have copies elsewhere, and on and on.
10-24-2012
A day of calculating, weighing, and measuring additions to the wine/must as an hourly winemaker. I get to do once-hobbyist work for remuneration, a strange twist of forced/arranged fate. Two ferments are just beginning, having added the yeast yesterday, and one is further along in a malolactic fermentation. Back to the abusive reality... More planted ideations all day long, this time training my sucessor when there is none planned or intended.
No grapes were crushed or pressed today, same deal again, the managed "FUD fugue" state. Raining mostly today, and snow only 200' higher up in the hills all about. Soon, it will come down lower, maybe as some kind of perp managed progressive snow exposure stunt. They put a lot of effort in arranging snow, and all the arranged "coincidences" around it, so I can hardly wait for another snow-bound winter.
And a repeat of two days ago, going to the same three errand locations after work, and only success with one of them, not counting the supermarket. The alterations woman was in today, and didn't offer any explanation as to why she was closed on Monday during her posted opening hours. But.. she didn't have either of the alterations done, or even started. So she goes rumaging for mine, and I said "pants and shorts", and lo, if she doesn't get the same (infernal- per perp setup, above) camo shorts that were sitting on the table last time and pull them out with my pants (and my shorts, on the same hanger). So I had to explain to her that the camo shorts were not mine, and it was the black pair on the same hanger as the black pants with the seams coming apart by themselves. And I also brought in my last worn work pants, as the fly zipper just plain broke yesterday, and there are at least six mysterious slashes on the inside face of the R. pocket. (As if I was carrying razor blades in my pockets, which I wasn't). She now has two of the three pairs of work pants I own, and only because she didn't get her act together and finish the first pair, promised for two days ago. All three are black colored, and are stretch fabrics; there must something for the perps in stretch fabrics.
The second errand was to the former residence where my mail was sent, a tool catalog, and likely because the address change wasn't sent to the printers, who had an older copy. My former landlady said she thought it was for her, and that she read it through, though I don't see any evidence of it. This time she put the catalog in the mail box so I could retrieve it without arranging for her to be in.
Then onto the supermarket for a Chicken Run, the big perp event of purchasing and taking a cooked chicken home as my main protein source for the next two or three weeks. And this was because the perps added some kind of meat rotting fungi (or bacteria?) onto the chicken meat I had in the fridge. It used to be that the coldest setting of the fridge was good for keeping the cooked chicken meat for three weeks, and now it is two or less, though different makes and models of fridges. And today's Chicken Run event was likely due to perp games in keeping my after-work errand locations of two days ago the same as today. Go figure.
One quasi-vagrant dude in a red leather jacket was in the checkout when I arrived at the checkout, and then proceeds to tail me as I was approaching the aisles. I take a different aisle, and presumably he parallels me. I get the chicken, and that was it, the freakshow being a little muted today, but not much. I get to the checkout, and then the cashier in the adjacent checkout needs to dash in front of me and after another customer. Nothing new in all this checkout gangstalking and fuckery, over ten years' worth now. And lo, if the same quasi-vagrant dude wasn't her first customer, left standing there. I wait a while for the customer ahead of me, the quasi-vagrant dude finishes up his second time at the checkout, and after four minutes or so, I get through the checkout. I walk through the mall, observe the loafing dudes in their parked vehicles, a perp arrangement pre-dating their abusive onslaught of 04-2002. I am then in my vehicle, and why, the quasi-vagrant dude "happens" to be driving by. Like WTF; he should of been long gone, and here he is again, on his third reprise, four gangstalking events in all (checkout, aisle, checkout, parking lot).
10-25-2012
After three days of the FUD-fugue, we get to pressing the Pinot Noir that had been doing its malolactic fermentation. Plenty of red juice/wine, and too, green plasma beams (12"x1" typically) "join me" when looking into the fermentation tank full of red wine. Reds and greens are often paired in the perp harassment games. A family appointment at 1500h, so I got to do most of the clean up while they were gone. Another one of those owners-vacate-the-premises to leave me by myself at their place/residence.
10-26-2012
A day of grape pressing in the rain, then yeast starting. At least I ducked cleaning work, as the owner's family came from Vancouver with 900 liters of apple cider that are to be made into apple wine by yours truly. I have no idea how to go about this one, but I will do the research once the owner has articulated his ambitons.
What is this ludicrous nonsense about tailing me with vehicles, pickups usually, towing an air compressor? I know they are mostly yellow colored, but at 0730h on a Sunday morning? Not exactly church going wheels, are they?
I finished reading "The Cosmic Pulse of Life", by Trevor James Constable last night. I you want to further enlighten your TI experience and the technology behind it, this is a very readable tome. One item I found interesting was that a significant body of UFO's are living beings, and not mechanistic artifacts. There is much more in this book, and including Wilheim Riech's work, and the fact that while doing orgone energy research work, why, there was more overhead aircraft, things would disappear, and reappear and like. Been there, had it done to me, some ten years now.
And after a week of having no overhead pounding, clunking and squeaking on weekday mornings (0600-0730h), why, it re-erupted this morning. And maybe it was to accompany their yelling and screaming at each other, so to keep continuity from last night. This is the second month of my three that I will stay here, having found the landlady to have incompatible precepts about her garden work assignments. This will be my shortest tenacy ever, but in keeping with the perp imperative to have me moving residences often. The next move will make it four for the year, after a nearly four year stay at the last place in Victoria BC.
10-27-2012
Perisistent rain this morning, with snow only 100m up the hills. An early-ish Saturday, and it now seems with the errands done, the overhead clunking, squeaking and vibration has an unerring knack of finding me. Now at the desk in the bedroom, with an overhead bedroom, they started up the usual kitchen (16' away)noise overhead. The next place, in just over a month, because of the landlady problems/jerkraounds, will have no one upstairs. Or at least, that is the plan, but "somehow" I "forgot" this cardinal rule of residence location after nine years of this bullshit, including the last Victoria location. I stayed there in a concrete steel high-rise for four years, and at least a half dozen times a week, the upstairs residents (all of them) could "somehow" shake and vibrate the ceiling which was 12" thick (concrete and steel). Go figure.
And I was to tan in the lie-down bed this morning, and on the phone I was told to come by, and when I got there, why, someone got in ahead of me, and I was offered the stand-up booth. I always use the lie-down bed as I seem to get a better tan, but as always, my physical world is manipulated by unconventional means, right down to the most minute perception and action. So, I take the stand-up booth, and lo, if I didn't "forget" that I get my face blasted too, as I always turn off the tanning bed's facial lamps. Next time, if it is a booth, a towel over the head, and of no doubt intense perp research interest, given the hat and headwear show that follows me everywhere.
And as part of the tanning adversity, the perps arranged this stinky perfumed tanning lotion, which pervades my clothes and whole day until I take a shower. So, off with the underwear in advance so it won't get tainted, and I set off to take my tan. Now duly "lit up" (or heated), I go to the LD store with a surfeit of gangstalkers around me, along with the headlights beamed on me in the parking lot. The number of Fuckwits sitting in their vehicles in parking lots has gone up tenfold since this abuse began, and now they have the "habit" of being located nearby, and a vacant stall arranged so to beam me as I get in my vehicle. In TI Talk, it is called "brighting" I believe, though I wouldn't be surprised if it relates to gravitational lensing, and localized etheric perturbances they want off/on/in me.
Same deal as always, when paying at the checkout (aka financial transaction stalking); a surge of nearby dudes while I am on the debit card machine, and one redcoat woman coursing by afterward. And my aisle stalkers seem to be able to find me at the very checkout I go to, following me.
And then another surge of dudes, four abreast with two women in front of them, in lead-ahead gangstalkiing mode when exiting the mall doors, and lo, if all by one of this party of six doesn't enter the doctor's office together. How absurd can we get; five Fuckwits in a tight cluster and in suits-sportjackets (a major rarity in this town), and they all go into the doctor's office at once. About as hilarious as the Fuckwits driving around with an air compressor in tow at 0730h last Sunday.
One dude didn't and he tailed me to withing 20' of my vehicle, first appearing to diverge from me, and then re-aligned himself to come at me, and so I change course, and lo, if a red vehicle doesn't pass between us, the driver somehow "failing" to get a parking stall and needing to make a left turn (parking lot is a right turn only) in the delivery truck bay. Said bay had a semi-trailer there when I entered the mall, now gone when I exited, a whole 10 minutes at most. And lo, if another of my LD aisle stalking male Fuckwits didn't tail me out to the parking lot with a very large purchase of toilet paper and paper towels in at least three full large bags. Yes, the toilet paper games are intense at times, and it doesn't surprise me to see the Fuckwits making large purchases and tailing me with these props, as it happens far too often. And not forgetting my extra oily olive tapenade was used in my quesadillas, and so I put one panel of paper towel between them in the stack of them in the fridge. Paper games, and logging trucks full of wood are other features of this fucking hell.
10-28-2012
An evening at a local restaurant-music venue last night. A very Fat Girl singer this time, at least 250lb. A good jazz singer and she could do the blues too. And a single accompanying guitarist who was very good. The usual commotion around me, and all the waitering staff doing their pass-bys, if not malingering to wait for the aisle to be clear.
And lo, if I didn't have Fat Girl dreams this morning before getting up, though I cannot recall the specifics, per usual. As regular readers will know, obese and near-obese are highly Unfavored, and likely relate to a time when I was in the hands of others, and then had my recall wiped, aged 2 to 5, the Lost Years. These psychic scars persist for all time and it seems the perps need to expose me to these yet again and attempt to unravel or otherwise defeat my psychic armour I gained from their abusive excesses of the time. To which I say the same thing over again; Not My Problem, so why am I in the center of this billion dollar+ per year abusive inanity covering two countries and everywhere I go? Why are my circumstances arranged everywhere I go?
The perps backed off on the skinheads at the show last night, usually I get four or more in the line of sight, this time only one. Though, they did increase the "fuzzy heads" to at least three, from none. These are folk with afro type hair, frizzy and large, another Unfavored hair style that I likely gained from the above mentioned Lost Years, possibly when stuffed in cages with negro children, if the Indian Lake Project photos are legit, which I believe they are. No negro gangstalkers like last time when they put on two who were apparently unrelated.
Off to the Sunday yoga-stalk, the first in two weeks, and likely another full-out stalking show if the last time of a two week hiatus is anything to go by. (Usually is when it comes to yoga).
Back from yoga, with the class being filled one-by-one around me. A 0930h class, and I arrive at 0915h, and am the first there, apart from the instructor and admin person. I got my native Indian cluster to form in front of me, though without the tattoo bearing one of last time. Though, on my L. side, I had six tattoo bearing women around me. And to later find out there was another one with horrific tattoos down her arm halfway across the room on my R side.
The perps continue to wobble me for the one legged yoga poses, worse than usual today. One other male there, who made a point of standing stunned in front of me (looking at nothing) when he first arrived, and then retreated halfway across the room. Just plain bizarre these Fuckwits who have this consistent "need" to pose in front of me, and then go elsewhere. Said male was still directed to stand around me after class and keep the dude yap going for whatever reason. And one female kept her water bottle and towel across the room, next to me for some curious reason, and not at her mat like everyone else does. Another person with a "need" to hang around me, about 10 seconds in all, and then she went back to her mat, still leaving her bottle and towel near me. Like WTF; how stupid/blatant was that, putting on an excuse to arrive and loiter near me in the middle of the yoga class.
And for some reason it was mostly a seated yoga, except for the one legged poses. It seems the perps didn't want me to get much exercised in yoga today. It wasn't enough for the Fuckwits to contrive events to have me miss last week's class.
Back to toilet blocking games again; first thing this morning when there was hardly anything to block it, and then back it up (raise the water level to just under the rim) in preparation for me to take my second forced crap just before lunch. Looks like I might get out to get some more Liquid Plumber, my big outing apart from yoga this morning. Woohoo...
I am going to post this now, though if the gangstalk show gets to be super stupid at the big box hardware store, I might add an update.
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Sunday, October 28, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
Buddist Merit Dedication
01-17-2012
2010h
One of my farmworker colleagues, a woman who has criss-crossed my path by working for former employers of mine, or is mirroring me in terms of significant activities like attending horticulture class, (viticulture in my case), sent me an email after her visit to a Buddist dharma festival, I "dedicate any merit I have accumulated by attending this festival to your permanent happiness". Like WTF; anyone who even looks at me, let alone interacts me in any significant way has been approved, scripted, rehearsed and trained, so with her near two year long association, I am supposed to believe this is genuine? Then she phoned tonight to interupt my studying just when I got started, and as part of the conversation I say that I don't have any control in what happens to me, and she says "no one does". And of course the perps made me dithered to react to this, as it speaks volumes; that she believes in the prison planet world of total control of all beings (not even I have ventured that far), and of course, how does she know anyhow? Neither question was asked of course.She has never discussed her conspiracist leanings to me, and I would be the one person who she could relate to on this topic. Ergo, she gets her information from someone else.
She is also on record as of two weeks ago, saying that I will be working with Mexicans this summer, and when I asked how did she know, she just blew me off with a vapid generalization. There is a good chance of course, now that I am in the farmworker class, and attempting to improve my lot by taking a viticulture course at present. So..., with our mutual path crossing over the past year, and the constancy of a particular notorious someone in the past 12 years, I am coming to think the farmworker colleague just maybe this person in morphover form. When the perps put someone on me for two years or more, and plan parallel activities all the while, as well as working together on one farm, and she working at the daffodil farm that I have worked at, it is beginning to seem mighty curious.
01-18-2012
Got my first mail at my new address, as unbeknownst to me they were accumulating at the office since I moved here Jan.05. Of four items, three were invoked "problems". UPS wanted to nail me for an amount equal to what I paid them when I picked the parcel four weeks ago. "Somehow", their finnancial system tried to bill be again, when there was no way whatsoever to pick up the parcel without me paying taxes and duties. Go figure. Then a bill from the electrical company, saying that I didn't pay the last bill when I did, as per the bank's financial records. Then the ISP+phone company has the most balled up bill, billing me for things I never ordered when I shut down the account for Jan.04, 2012. But at least they got my address correctly to send this outrageously wrong bill to me. At the time I was told I was going to recieve a check when instead, I get a bill. It would be another 40 minutes on the phone to sort this one out, now that they have reduced their service level, per last phone call. Which wasn't much better than the dude circus that erupted in their offices, 15 of them ahead of me within the first two minutes of them opening their doors.
And why does this admininstrative sabotage happen to me, and what purpose does it serve? I have no idea as the the latter, but when the harassment first started I had to attend to my bills when I got jerked into hospital for no reason in 04-2002. I paid them all in one go, and lo, if the whole lot of them didn't somehow all get lost in the mail for four weeks. Once I found they weren't recieved, I sent off payments again, and they got through the second time. Like WTF; why does this insane juvenile abusive insanity keep being applied to me for something so strange; fucking my bill payments, with the recent move as an excuse to stir up yet more sabotage?
Last night, on the eve of our first quiz, done today, why, a local earthquake for crissakes. All us studying students were in the area, and for some reason the perps figured they needed to shake the ground.
01-19-2012
No earthquake on the eve of the second quiz this week, unlike two nights ago. It was a combination day; first an hour long quiz in the morning, and then a field trip to a winery afterward. In other words, dress for a very cold day outside, but first write this exam for an hour inside before heading out. In other words, long underwear with windproof pants on top, and a silk undershirt with a heavy-weight undershirt on top.
And lo, if the perps didn't make me almost late for class, and the instructor had everyone there arranged with a center table for me alone. This is normally the instructor's table that he works from, I was in his spot for the hour long quiz.
And it was pruning again, just a half hour in the perishing cold, and the perps have a big interest in me whenever I cut foliage or anything else for that matter. Stiil fresh from last week's use in pruing and my classmates buzzing all around.
There is one E. Indian dreadlocks freak in the class, and the perps are giving him extra gangstalking duties, doing the "come straight at me and then divert when within 3' of me". The odd thing was that he headed out from the tasting room in front of everyone, as if he was headed to the washroom, but then came back in within 30 seconds, which meant no genuine washroom visitation. So why does a sane individual leave a group activity (wine tasting), to exit the room for 30 seconds so to set himself up to come straight at me on his return? All to give me extra freak time, as he is quite a collection of Unfavoreds in one person. And at least three redcoats took turns to course around me as we visited the winery, and tasting room with a bright yellowjacket in their too.
01-21-2012
I got to wear my Yaks-Trax for the first time. And amazingly, they didn't pop off or present any problem for the 15 minute walk to the campus. In fact, they worked well in the packed snow and ice on some sidewalks. This would be the very first time in nearly ten years that something new that I would be unfamiliar with, apart from clothing and footwear, didn't fuck up. Truly an epic moment for this victim where even turning on a light switch gets sabotaged.
The bathroom stopper "grew" in the night and didn't fit this morning. Or else they downsized the drain in the sink, sometimes it is difficult to know what they are doing exactly. Hence, no shaving this morning, always a big deal for the perps. the extra time I had was taken up with extra yoga, and a protracted crap to follow. A sudden "need" came on and it just might of been this morning's breakfast. I have known them to put food through my system in less than an hour.
A tanning session this afternoon, replete with gangstalking vehicles covering me just before going into the moribund tanning salon. I had my shiftless males circulating while I waited. A different type of bed, so I shall see if I am burned tomorrow. A follow-on legs shave after that, the first shaving of the day, at dusk onset no less. The just-tanned (exposed actually) leg stubble ended up being shaved off within 20 minutes of being at the tanning salon, and I am sure that this was a very important shaving event for the perps, the first one of the day being my legs due to the sink stopper hassle they cooked up in the night.
And what is with the black gloves on student next to me? He also has an unerring knack of putting his head in my line of sight as I am looking at the projection screen; 20-30x/day is no fluke, so how does he know to move his head when he isn't looking in my direction?
Hmm.. past public data on this viticulture course indicates a 50-50 split between men and women, and here we have nine guys to one female. How does this statistical anomally erupt this year? And the dudes take turns to wear their toques in class, with the guy opposite going through a different ball cap almost every day; bright red, blue with same red piping, a muted burgundy red and so it goes.
The Unfavored freak (male, E. Indian, scraggly beard, dreads, bag hat/toque per above) likes to be gangstanking me out of class in the doorways; twice in two days at the library, and at least two more in the subsequent days
01-22-2012
1400h
Sunday tanning again, two days later to "catch up" from three weeks since the last time. back to admiring (per planted mindfuck) my bronzed and hairless legs. Who knew this was an harassment and abuse outcome? Not me.
A flush of yelling yobos and dude talk erupted just after my tea break, and when starting up the PC. It was the same after lunch, except not so loud. Also in the mix were room shakings "from" other motel doors, and the encirclement strut. This room is bounded on three sides by a walkway and then a stairwell to the first level, so that provides the assholes an ideal set up to send someone in loud boots to walk along, in front, then the S. side and to the stairwell with the addition of ringing iron handrail noise. And this room sits over top of the entry way, so vehicles are parked or passing through underneath, also a bonus for the harassment assholes.
Back to writing a paper.
2200h
I am sweating bullets to get this paper done, and what happens? I get phone calls, aka an EMF disturbance at one's ear through a piece of plastic, and how many times have I related stories about each of them? Countless times, and lo, if the form of a telephone reciever we have both together, at my ear, inches from my brain, the seem locus of the perp's nonconsensual human experimentation initiatives. Not to mention that I am being kept in a densified magnetic field, measured at 1600 Gauss back in 2008.
And for the fourth time today, after a tea or lunch break, and then resuming writing and reading for the assigned report, why, an eruption of male voices for 10 to 20 minutes, someone walking outside who then circumnavigates this room, and wall, floor and ceiling poundings (no rooms overhead) carefully timed at particular intervals, especially if I pick up a book or stop reading one. And how could this strange behavior of others be anything but organized, as if four times in one day timed for the same circumstances. Not to mention the usual litany of red and late-yellow traffic light running games at intersections, and the stopping into the crosswalk. Just daily events when in Victoria, and now it has erupted here too, since I came here two weeks ago.
01-23-2012
I got my assignment written last night, no thanks to the perps who were hammering me constantly with memory dithering, preventing me from finding my last location in the book after a momentary diversion to type something. I never, ever had any recall problems with re-finding my location in a book while writing/typing, and suddenly, I am totally abushed with this new level of remote influencing abuse. They weren't able to fuck with my short term recall until 2007, and I suppose the decided to give me a whack of it all at once. It was fucking insane, and it was 2330h, and I was getting dithered over this and constant keyboarding sabotage. A piss poor effort, no thanks to the assholes.
I had better get this posted, orit will be another week of letting it slide.
2010h
One of my farmworker colleagues, a woman who has criss-crossed my path by working for former employers of mine, or is mirroring me in terms of significant activities like attending horticulture class, (viticulture in my case), sent me an email after her visit to a Buddist dharma festival, I "dedicate any merit I have accumulated by attending this festival to your permanent happiness". Like WTF; anyone who even looks at me, let alone interacts me in any significant way has been approved, scripted, rehearsed and trained, so with her near two year long association, I am supposed to believe this is genuine? Then she phoned tonight to interupt my studying just when I got started, and as part of the conversation I say that I don't have any control in what happens to me, and she says "no one does". And of course the perps made me dithered to react to this, as it speaks volumes; that she believes in the prison planet world of total control of all beings (not even I have ventured that far), and of course, how does she know anyhow? Neither question was asked of course.She has never discussed her conspiracist leanings to me, and I would be the one person who she could relate to on this topic. Ergo, she gets her information from someone else.
She is also on record as of two weeks ago, saying that I will be working with Mexicans this summer, and when I asked how did she know, she just blew me off with a vapid generalization. There is a good chance of course, now that I am in the farmworker class, and attempting to improve my lot by taking a viticulture course at present. So..., with our mutual path crossing over the past year, and the constancy of a particular notorious someone in the past 12 years, I am coming to think the farmworker colleague just maybe this person in morphover form. When the perps put someone on me for two years or more, and plan parallel activities all the while, as well as working together on one farm, and she working at the daffodil farm that I have worked at, it is beginning to seem mighty curious.
01-18-2012
Got my first mail at my new address, as unbeknownst to me they were accumulating at the office since I moved here Jan.05. Of four items, three were invoked "problems". UPS wanted to nail me for an amount equal to what I paid them when I picked the parcel four weeks ago. "Somehow", their finnancial system tried to bill be again, when there was no way whatsoever to pick up the parcel without me paying taxes and duties. Go figure. Then a bill from the electrical company, saying that I didn't pay the last bill when I did, as per the bank's financial records. Then the ISP+phone company has the most balled up bill, billing me for things I never ordered when I shut down the account for Jan.04, 2012. But at least they got my address correctly to send this outrageously wrong bill to me. At the time I was told I was going to recieve a check when instead, I get a bill. It would be another 40 minutes on the phone to sort this one out, now that they have reduced their service level, per last phone call. Which wasn't much better than the dude circus that erupted in their offices, 15 of them ahead of me within the first two minutes of them opening their doors.
And why does this admininstrative sabotage happen to me, and what purpose does it serve? I have no idea as the the latter, but when the harassment first started I had to attend to my bills when I got jerked into hospital for no reason in 04-2002. I paid them all in one go, and lo, if the whole lot of them didn't somehow all get lost in the mail for four weeks. Once I found they weren't recieved, I sent off payments again, and they got through the second time. Like WTF; why does this insane juvenile abusive insanity keep being applied to me for something so strange; fucking my bill payments, with the recent move as an excuse to stir up yet more sabotage?
Last night, on the eve of our first quiz, done today, why, a local earthquake for crissakes. All us studying students were in the area, and for some reason the perps figured they needed to shake the ground.
01-19-2012
No earthquake on the eve of the second quiz this week, unlike two nights ago. It was a combination day; first an hour long quiz in the morning, and then a field trip to a winery afterward. In other words, dress for a very cold day outside, but first write this exam for an hour inside before heading out. In other words, long underwear with windproof pants on top, and a silk undershirt with a heavy-weight undershirt on top.
And lo, if the perps didn't make me almost late for class, and the instructor had everyone there arranged with a center table for me alone. This is normally the instructor's table that he works from, I was in his spot for the hour long quiz.
And it was pruning again, just a half hour in the perishing cold, and the perps have a big interest in me whenever I cut foliage or anything else for that matter. Stiil fresh from last week's use in pruing and my classmates buzzing all around.
There is one E. Indian dreadlocks freak in the class, and the perps are giving him extra gangstalking duties, doing the "come straight at me and then divert when within 3' of me". The odd thing was that he headed out from the tasting room in front of everyone, as if he was headed to the washroom, but then came back in within 30 seconds, which meant no genuine washroom visitation. So why does a sane individual leave a group activity (wine tasting), to exit the room for 30 seconds so to set himself up to come straight at me on his return? All to give me extra freak time, as he is quite a collection of Unfavoreds in one person. And at least three redcoats took turns to course around me as we visited the winery, and tasting room with a bright yellowjacket in their too.
01-21-2012
I got to wear my Yaks-Trax for the first time. And amazingly, they didn't pop off or present any problem for the 15 minute walk to the campus. In fact, they worked well in the packed snow and ice on some sidewalks. This would be the very first time in nearly ten years that something new that I would be unfamiliar with, apart from clothing and footwear, didn't fuck up. Truly an epic moment for this victim where even turning on a light switch gets sabotaged.
The bathroom stopper "grew" in the night and didn't fit this morning. Or else they downsized the drain in the sink, sometimes it is difficult to know what they are doing exactly. Hence, no shaving this morning, always a big deal for the perps. the extra time I had was taken up with extra yoga, and a protracted crap to follow. A sudden "need" came on and it just might of been this morning's breakfast. I have known them to put food through my system in less than an hour.
A tanning session this afternoon, replete with gangstalking vehicles covering me just before going into the moribund tanning salon. I had my shiftless males circulating while I waited. A different type of bed, so I shall see if I am burned tomorrow. A follow-on legs shave after that, the first shaving of the day, at dusk onset no less. The just-tanned (exposed actually) leg stubble ended up being shaved off within 20 minutes of being at the tanning salon, and I am sure that this was a very important shaving event for the perps, the first one of the day being my legs due to the sink stopper hassle they cooked up in the night.
And what is with the black gloves on student next to me? He also has an unerring knack of putting his head in my line of sight as I am looking at the projection screen; 20-30x/day is no fluke, so how does he know to move his head when he isn't looking in my direction?
Hmm.. past public data on this viticulture course indicates a 50-50 split between men and women, and here we have nine guys to one female. How does this statistical anomally erupt this year? And the dudes take turns to wear their toques in class, with the guy opposite going through a different ball cap almost every day; bright red, blue with same red piping, a muted burgundy red and so it goes.
The Unfavored freak (male, E. Indian, scraggly beard, dreads, bag hat/toque per above) likes to be gangstanking me out of class in the doorways; twice in two days at the library, and at least two more in the subsequent days
01-22-2012
1400h
Sunday tanning again, two days later to "catch up" from three weeks since the last time. back to admiring (per planted mindfuck) my bronzed and hairless legs. Who knew this was an harassment and abuse outcome? Not me.
A flush of yelling yobos and dude talk erupted just after my tea break, and when starting up the PC. It was the same after lunch, except not so loud. Also in the mix were room shakings "from" other motel doors, and the encirclement strut. This room is bounded on three sides by a walkway and then a stairwell to the first level, so that provides the assholes an ideal set up to send someone in loud boots to walk along, in front, then the S. side and to the stairwell with the addition of ringing iron handrail noise. And this room sits over top of the entry way, so vehicles are parked or passing through underneath, also a bonus for the harassment assholes.
Back to writing a paper.
2200h
I am sweating bullets to get this paper done, and what happens? I get phone calls, aka an EMF disturbance at one's ear through a piece of plastic, and how many times have I related stories about each of them? Countless times, and lo, if the form of a telephone reciever we have both together, at my ear, inches from my brain, the seem locus of the perp's nonconsensual human experimentation initiatives. Not to mention that I am being kept in a densified magnetic field, measured at 1600 Gauss back in 2008.
And for the fourth time today, after a tea or lunch break, and then resuming writing and reading for the assigned report, why, an eruption of male voices for 10 to 20 minutes, someone walking outside who then circumnavigates this room, and wall, floor and ceiling poundings (no rooms overhead) carefully timed at particular intervals, especially if I pick up a book or stop reading one. And how could this strange behavior of others be anything but organized, as if four times in one day timed for the same circumstances. Not to mention the usual litany of red and late-yellow traffic light running games at intersections, and the stopping into the crosswalk. Just daily events when in Victoria, and now it has erupted here too, since I came here two weeks ago.
01-23-2012
I got my assignment written last night, no thanks to the perps who were hammering me constantly with memory dithering, preventing me from finding my last location in the book after a momentary diversion to type something. I never, ever had any recall problems with re-finding my location in a book while writing/typing, and suddenly, I am totally abushed with this new level of remote influencing abuse. They weren't able to fuck with my short term recall until 2007, and I suppose the decided to give me a whack of it all at once. It was fucking insane, and it was 2330h, and I was getting dithered over this and constant keyboarding sabotage. A piss poor effort, no thanks to the assholes.
I had better get this posted, orit will be another week of letting it slide.
Saturday, May 07, 2011
Noise Combinations
1045h
A duo of noises are combining and both strangely getting through my earmuffs. An overhead drumming or thumping that seems music related, and a low hooting noise from outside that seems to be randomized, though averaging 1x/second. Then they both stop at the same moment, and restart together. Now how can that be anything but arranged?
1345h
Reading about wines and winemaking in the Okanagan has got me some tapping noises on the other side of this wall. Yet again, ever since this insane abuse erupted in 2002, I have endless events of faux neighbors tapping on their walls. Not to mention the more inexplicable events of overhead tapping that then slowly travels down the wall to the adjacent faux neighbor. That takes at least two cooperating neighbors, har, har, so how can that be anything but orchestrated? Same conclusion as above; interesting that I had a meal in between.
And a fraught one it was, making quesadillas from scratch, having one quarter slice that then feeds me for three more meals. At least ten rage-ifcations over the usual provocations of sending me to the wrong cupboard/drawer for an items, mysterious slopping of coconut oil splatter on the stove top when it is a solid substance at room temperature so how did that happen?, then crumb arrivals of no ostensible cause, and a few more for which I am not allowed to recall. One other, the faux new upstairs neighbors have consistently made noise the same as the old ones, the seeming transition on or about May 01, witnessed when forced upstairs to use their dryer. And today, they again situated the overhead rumbling noise over me in the kitchen, and for the first time since the putative move in, the overhead squeaking wheel noise erupted. Which is to say, someone seems to be wheeling around a squeaky wheeled safe or other heavy object exactly overhead of where I am in this apartment, and has this same habit as the last putative overhead tenants. Big joke that. And like the former tenants, har, har, they also situated this noise over me when in the bathroom shaving, another high perp interest event, even if it is every day almost and full frontal coverage. Not to mention they also inflicted at least four blood letting lesions, which are not nicks as they are round and are never felt. One was at least 1/8" deep and required extra steptic pencil time to abate, and these protracted lesion abatements seem to be increasing. One reason seems to be that depending which side it is on, and almost always in my abdominal region, my hand that is applying the steptic pencil may obstruct my view of my genitals for a short time until the wound is staunched. And this seems to be important for the assholes, getting more "dick tour" time as I have come to call it. Another supporting stunt is for them to plant the image of my dick in my peripherial vision when it shouldn't be there at all, especially when looking forward. They like to noisestalk these events too, and this morning's nonsense they brought on overhead seems to point to the fact that they wanted extra noise for this extra deep lesion with its protracted staunching time with the steptic pencil. Such are the perverse vagaries of having insane and abusive assholes on top of one's every move/thought.
1540h
A round of screaming at the assholes after three rounds of overhead pounding noise erupted while cleaning the dishes from tea and chocolate. The perps go beserk with stunts and noise when cleaning the dishes, and when there is a small amount I clean them with the faucet water running. It is likely clear to TI's that the perps love to arrange events with running water, and add extra noise at that moment. Which includes urination of course, with the added perp attractant of yellow color. And all the running water noise has changed over the last few months. When water falls a longer distance, say 10' or more, it makes a crackling noise more than a splashing noise. And lo, if all the water and pee noises haven't been incrementally altered to have a crackling noise, even if dropping 12" or less.
More overhead pounding as I look over online job sites, and bookmark a few promising ones. This is the first time I have looked at these sites in the daytime in months. I could never figure out why I wasn't allowed to get on with this when I had the availible time. It seems to be some kind of exercise that like everything else, has some kind of non-conventional association with light sources. Go figure.
Science time;
And where is the seat of psychic energies and activities? Some say it is in the amygdala portion of the brain where emotions are processed. And here is a new study which uses a MRI to detect where in the brain one detects improvisation among musicians. Another name for a novel sound, and could it be the same reason that I get inundated with novel sounds when something routine is happening? The assholes allowed me to find this a few days ago, and are pounding the ceiling overhead as I type this up, so it must be important to them, and even describe what they are up to.
And after studying snails's neural cells in a dish it seems that researchers are looking to reduce or delete traumatization associations. Well, isn't that a good excuse for messing with someone's head? But if they can delete 99% of my recall from age 2 to 5, it shows that even regular non-traumatic memories can be deleted forwith. But it is the subconscious traumatization associations, not their recollection, that the perps seem to be working on.
Hence some of this morning's hijinx when making a run to the LD store when they fucked me out of recalling that my Rx needed to be picked up yesterday. All to extend their play games of having me go two successive days with no yellow medications, typically a Monday when I return from the First Feral Family stayover. This week, I stayed there Monday, and then Thursday night, missing Friday's (yesterday) Rx as they always screw me out of taking any there. So, with a recall deletion over getting it yesterday when I was sitting around all afternoon, they remind me of it this morning, after the usual intake time after shaving and dental hygiene. Maybe that is why they pounded overhead when I was in the bathroom.
Back to subconscious traumatization gangstalkers; first there was the lost construction workers when outbound, three of them seemingly unattached to any local job, one with a backwards hardhat on. The one with the limp jaywalked (go figure), took his time to spit in mid-street, and then at the curb did his bend-over, ass facing me from 10' away. A vehicle pased in between and then the able-bodied two began to jaywalk, though the traffic signal change and I got to cross paths with them in mid-street. And have I mentioned how often the perps do spinal stretches, most notably bend-overs? Many times, and many strange circumstances. One step from the "crapping position" they sometimes do in public, though pants on so far.
Then to the LD store and the bearded dude arrives ahead of me, who turned out to loiter around 2' from me when picking up the Milka chocolate they sometimes have there. The Fuckwit stopped right behind me, back facing me, all for the moment of being there when I picked up the lavender colored wrapped chocolate. The granny stalker was doing her loitering 4' away, and an aisle constricting display was exactly behind me. The bearded Fuckwit went on to do at least three more gangstalking reprises, almost sending me to the cloistered computer section to get him out of my sight.
Once outside, why, the Phillipino woman in white pants comes running around the corner for no concievable reason, as the store had just opened so WTF? I get many running Fuckwits as previously blogged, and I can only assume it is to increase energetic interaction, such as swiping a magnet past a copper coil; the faster and closer it is, the more electrical current is generated. And I have mentioned that I seem to be contained in a densified magnetic field, measured at over 1600 Gauss in 2009. (Over 180 Gauss in 12-2002). And too, the sight of white pants is particular perturbing of late, so maybe this gangstalker was there to mix up the Unfavoreds into and onto a single body; brown skin, white pants. It is unlikely that there were such when the perps applied what I suspect was unrestrained abuse during thoe memory deleted years, aged 2 to 5, 1956 to 1959. The theme of the Unfavoreds and their supporting gangstalker comportment and props is that it was clinical (hence white colors, wheelchairs), it was military (faux soldiers in town, sometimes consistently like after yoga class for 8 months), and clerical (round collars, nun habit look, earflapped hats). Though, I suspect there more to it, and the clanging and pounding noise that erupted while typing the above mention of "clinical" suggests the Fuckwits are attempting to deleter their own trail of subconscious wreckage they inflicted upon me.
And to complete the gangstalker-light outing to LD, was a wheelchair act in the apartment lobby, and lo, when about to go around it, why, the elevator opened up and a bicycle wheel was revealed of a about the same diameter and tire size. So, the Fuckwit must of been sitting in there for a while as I would of expected the elevator on "M" would of opened sooner. The skit seemed to be about revealing a wheelchair act, and having me go around it, only to reveal a wheelchair-like portion, to then discourage me from taking the elevator and go around the obstructing wheelchair act again.
Nothing like a whiff of ionizing radiation blowing around the world to aid the perp's games in their pursuit of the holy grail, which includes the use of Depleted Uranium (DU) ordnance in Afganistan and Iraq. But that wasn't enough, or was deemed to be a new baseline, so they added some more, by way of a nuclear plant disaster, the one playing out in Japan called Fukushima. That is a tad presumptive and cynical to be sure, but it does make me wonder what the nuclear industry is all about when it is founded and sustained by lies as to how safe it is, and in the event of an accident, how they minimize the amount of radioactive release. So here we have some video that won't show on my PC, but maybe it will for you, detailing Fukushima as the "greatest cover-up of all time". No, I don't think so, as we don't know what happened at Three Mile Island, and ditto for Chernobyl. In the latter case, there is huge variance as to how many suffered from it.
And just when the populace is inculcated with ionizing radiation from Japan, why, we got ourselves another nuclear substance accident in the USA, which "happened" just as the Missisippi floods disaster was unfolding, All the better to send the tritium to more places says me, the caustic cynic. And lo, if they didn't start up the overhead pounding noise when I linked to that one. More galling reports in the links to this web page. Funny, how they don't get reported much, and Fukushima has dropped off the world media attention span. And the EPA measures only iodine 131, not other radioactive forms and not cesium which has a substantially longer half-life. Go figure.
One more link, this time on Morgellon's; a decent article on it from the Guardian, and to me, showing the medical profession to be cowed-clowns, with a few exceptions, if they suggest this is a psychiatric condition. This completes today's disgust and contempt for the "authorities" attempting to claim scienfic credibility. Interesting that it took such concerted high level political intervention to get the Center for Disease Control to get off their ass and do something. Some 12,000 patients of an unknown disease is serious IMHO. My past ramblings on this topic have suggested Morgellon's Disease maybe some form of remotely applied nonconsensual human experimentation, as these fibers can readily transmit light if they are the same ones (brownish in my case), that I have come to see materializing from nowhere and poking out of walls and vehicle parts. Thankfully, not out of me, or at least, not that I know of. But I do know of a party that likes to flash light at me all the time, and maybe they want to flash light a little deeper into some of their subjects. Just speculation of course.
And no, I am quite sure that the Morgellon's sufferers do NOT want to hang with us TI's, ('cause we are crazy, right?) but maybe the CDC will arrive at some kind of conventional scientific rationalization/cause, and launch a new field of invasive disease research. I still think Morgellon's is a remotely applied and monitored conditon and that the sufferers are also subjects of a very large nonconsensual human experimentation experiment. And have I lost all credibility when I suggest, as I have in the past, that even war injuries and deaths are of the same cloth? I better quit while I am ahead.
2035h
A screaming reaction to getting zapped while reading about data protection hardware. Hardly the stuff of intrigue, but like I say, everything is under study. And a simultaneously tapping sound with the zap, as if the floor upstairs isn't carpeted for some reason. And as part of the entire electrical EMF equation, I was listening to the Baltimore Consort with my headphones on. I expect the phone to ring any moment too.
2300h
Starting farm work tomorrow, so the blogging quantity will diminish, and no posting tomorrow. Earlier, yet more noise as I moved from desk to kitchen, and again to the table for tea and chocolate. Another round of noise when I settled down again at my desk and got into reading about Oppo universal (all formats) players. I sense that someone is spending, or attempting to, my money before I get it. No audiophile indulgences on farm work wages.
05-08-2011
0744h
An insane morning of at least 50 screamings or yellings at the assholes over crumb inundations, fake touches, finger fumbling, splatter from nowhere, drops hopping out of containers, animated dust from nowhere in my face, lint on my work pants and on the face cloth and countless other abusive incursions.
This, after keeping me awake for over 3.5 hours after going to bed at 2300h, and maybe longer as they like to plant the ideation that I didn't get any sleep. And relentless noise when in bed, loud mufflered vehicles, motorcycles, even heavy duty truck noise at 0100h or later. Plenty of color plasma games when my eyelids were closed, usually fugly colors or fugly color combinations. Once my eyes were opened to put an end to that abuse, they flashed plasma lights at me from the room, usually red lineal ones. And they got me up an hour earlier just to give me more abuse time, and now this LCD and the plasmic games that come off it as in readying me for my first farm work day today. And they went through all their ideation themes they are keeping current, some have been going on for eight years now, most notably the wife-to-be scenarios that are plain absurd. As stated many times, I want to be left alone and free from the swarms of quislings, abettors, operatives and the entire collection of psychopathis assholes. Once over, the first two questions I have are: where is the money and where are a couple of thousand assholes tied up to deal with the justice component.
A duo of noises are combining and both strangely getting through my earmuffs. An overhead drumming or thumping that seems music related, and a low hooting noise from outside that seems to be randomized, though averaging 1x/second. Then they both stop at the same moment, and restart together. Now how can that be anything but arranged?
1345h
Reading about wines and winemaking in the Okanagan has got me some tapping noises on the other side of this wall. Yet again, ever since this insane abuse erupted in 2002, I have endless events of faux neighbors tapping on their walls. Not to mention the more inexplicable events of overhead tapping that then slowly travels down the wall to the adjacent faux neighbor. That takes at least two cooperating neighbors, har, har, so how can that be anything but orchestrated? Same conclusion as above; interesting that I had a meal in between.
And a fraught one it was, making quesadillas from scratch, having one quarter slice that then feeds me for three more meals. At least ten rage-ifcations over the usual provocations of sending me to the wrong cupboard/drawer for an items, mysterious slopping of coconut oil splatter on the stove top when it is a solid substance at room temperature so how did that happen?, then crumb arrivals of no ostensible cause, and a few more for which I am not allowed to recall. One other, the faux new upstairs neighbors have consistently made noise the same as the old ones, the seeming transition on or about May 01, witnessed when forced upstairs to use their dryer. And today, they again situated the overhead rumbling noise over me in the kitchen, and for the first time since the putative move in, the overhead squeaking wheel noise erupted. Which is to say, someone seems to be wheeling around a squeaky wheeled safe or other heavy object exactly overhead of where I am in this apartment, and has this same habit as the last putative overhead tenants. Big joke that. And like the former tenants, har, har, they also situated this noise over me when in the bathroom shaving, another high perp interest event, even if it is every day almost and full frontal coverage. Not to mention they also inflicted at least four blood letting lesions, which are not nicks as they are round and are never felt. One was at least 1/8" deep and required extra steptic pencil time to abate, and these protracted lesion abatements seem to be increasing. One reason seems to be that depending which side it is on, and almost always in my abdominal region, my hand that is applying the steptic pencil may obstruct my view of my genitals for a short time until the wound is staunched. And this seems to be important for the assholes, getting more "dick tour" time as I have come to call it. Another supporting stunt is for them to plant the image of my dick in my peripherial vision when it shouldn't be there at all, especially when looking forward. They like to noisestalk these events too, and this morning's nonsense they brought on overhead seems to point to the fact that they wanted extra noise for this extra deep lesion with its protracted staunching time with the steptic pencil. Such are the perverse vagaries of having insane and abusive assholes on top of one's every move/thought.
1540h
A round of screaming at the assholes after three rounds of overhead pounding noise erupted while cleaning the dishes from tea and chocolate. The perps go beserk with stunts and noise when cleaning the dishes, and when there is a small amount I clean them with the faucet water running. It is likely clear to TI's that the perps love to arrange events with running water, and add extra noise at that moment. Which includes urination of course, with the added perp attractant of yellow color. And all the running water noise has changed over the last few months. When water falls a longer distance, say 10' or more, it makes a crackling noise more than a splashing noise. And lo, if all the water and pee noises haven't been incrementally altered to have a crackling noise, even if dropping 12" or less.
More overhead pounding as I look over online job sites, and bookmark a few promising ones. This is the first time I have looked at these sites in the daytime in months. I could never figure out why I wasn't allowed to get on with this when I had the availible time. It seems to be some kind of exercise that like everything else, has some kind of non-conventional association with light sources. Go figure.
Science time;
And where is the seat of psychic energies and activities? Some say it is in the amygdala portion of the brain where emotions are processed. And here is a new study which uses a MRI to detect where in the brain one detects improvisation among musicians. Another name for a novel sound, and could it be the same reason that I get inundated with novel sounds when something routine is happening? The assholes allowed me to find this a few days ago, and are pounding the ceiling overhead as I type this up, so it must be important to them, and even describe what they are up to.
If a melody is perceived as being more difficult to predict, for example, because of fluctuations in loudness and timing, stronger activity is most likely to be elicited in this specialised network.For melody insert "noise", and of course "stronger activity" in the amygdala means something that would be more detectable by remote means.
And after studying snails's neural cells in a dish it seems that researchers are looking to reduce or delete traumatization associations. Well, isn't that a good excuse for messing with someone's head? But if they can delete 99% of my recall from age 2 to 5, it shows that even regular non-traumatic memories can be deleted forwith. But it is the subconscious traumatization associations, not their recollection, that the perps seem to be working on.
Hence some of this morning's hijinx when making a run to the LD store when they fucked me out of recalling that my Rx needed to be picked up yesterday. All to extend their play games of having me go two successive days with no yellow medications, typically a Monday when I return from the First Feral Family stayover. This week, I stayed there Monday, and then Thursday night, missing Friday's (yesterday) Rx as they always screw me out of taking any there. So, with a recall deletion over getting it yesterday when I was sitting around all afternoon, they remind me of it this morning, after the usual intake time after shaving and dental hygiene. Maybe that is why they pounded overhead when I was in the bathroom.
Back to subconscious traumatization gangstalkers; first there was the lost construction workers when outbound, three of them seemingly unattached to any local job, one with a backwards hardhat on. The one with the limp jaywalked (go figure), took his time to spit in mid-street, and then at the curb did his bend-over, ass facing me from 10' away. A vehicle pased in between and then the able-bodied two began to jaywalk, though the traffic signal change and I got to cross paths with them in mid-street. And have I mentioned how often the perps do spinal stretches, most notably bend-overs? Many times, and many strange circumstances. One step from the "crapping position" they sometimes do in public, though pants on so far.
Then to the LD store and the bearded dude arrives ahead of me, who turned out to loiter around 2' from me when picking up the Milka chocolate they sometimes have there. The Fuckwit stopped right behind me, back facing me, all for the moment of being there when I picked up the lavender colored wrapped chocolate. The granny stalker was doing her loitering 4' away, and an aisle constricting display was exactly behind me. The bearded Fuckwit went on to do at least three more gangstalking reprises, almost sending me to the cloistered computer section to get him out of my sight.
Once outside, why, the Phillipino woman in white pants comes running around the corner for no concievable reason, as the store had just opened so WTF? I get many running Fuckwits as previously blogged, and I can only assume it is to increase energetic interaction, such as swiping a magnet past a copper coil; the faster and closer it is, the more electrical current is generated. And I have mentioned that I seem to be contained in a densified magnetic field, measured at over 1600 Gauss in 2009. (Over 180 Gauss in 12-2002). And too, the sight of white pants is particular perturbing of late, so maybe this gangstalker was there to mix up the Unfavoreds into and onto a single body; brown skin, white pants. It is unlikely that there were such when the perps applied what I suspect was unrestrained abuse during thoe memory deleted years, aged 2 to 5, 1956 to 1959. The theme of the Unfavoreds and their supporting gangstalker comportment and props is that it was clinical (hence white colors, wheelchairs), it was military (faux soldiers in town, sometimes consistently like after yoga class for 8 months), and clerical (round collars, nun habit look, earflapped hats). Though, I suspect there more to it, and the clanging and pounding noise that erupted while typing the above mention of "clinical" suggests the Fuckwits are attempting to deleter their own trail of subconscious wreckage they inflicted upon me.
And to complete the gangstalker-light outing to LD, was a wheelchair act in the apartment lobby, and lo, when about to go around it, why, the elevator opened up and a bicycle wheel was revealed of a about the same diameter and tire size. So, the Fuckwit must of been sitting in there for a while as I would of expected the elevator on "M" would of opened sooner. The skit seemed to be about revealing a wheelchair act, and having me go around it, only to reveal a wheelchair-like portion, to then discourage me from taking the elevator and go around the obstructing wheelchair act again.
Nothing like a whiff of ionizing radiation blowing around the world to aid the perp's games in their pursuit of the holy grail, which includes the use of Depleted Uranium (DU) ordnance in Afganistan and Iraq. But that wasn't enough, or was deemed to be a new baseline, so they added some more, by way of a nuclear plant disaster, the one playing out in Japan called Fukushima. That is a tad presumptive and cynical to be sure, but it does make me wonder what the nuclear industry is all about when it is founded and sustained by lies as to how safe it is, and in the event of an accident, how they minimize the amount of radioactive release. So here we have some video that won't show on my PC, but maybe it will for you, detailing Fukushima as the "greatest cover-up of all time". No, I don't think so, as we don't know what happened at Three Mile Island, and ditto for Chernobyl. In the latter case, there is huge variance as to how many suffered from it.
And just when the populace is inculcated with ionizing radiation from Japan, why, we got ourselves another nuclear substance accident in the USA, which "happened" just as the Missisippi floods disaster was unfolding, All the better to send the tritium to more places says me, the caustic cynic. And lo, if they didn't start up the overhead pounding noise when I linked to that one. More galling reports in the links to this web page. Funny, how they don't get reported much, and Fukushima has dropped off the world media attention span. And the EPA measures only iodine 131, not other radioactive forms and not cesium which has a substantially longer half-life. Go figure.
One more link, this time on Morgellon's; a decent article on it from the Guardian, and to me, showing the medical profession to be cowed-clowns, with a few exceptions, if they suggest this is a psychiatric condition. This completes today's disgust and contempt for the "authorities" attempting to claim scienfic credibility. Interesting that it took such concerted high level political intervention to get the Center for Disease Control to get off their ass and do something. Some 12,000 patients of an unknown disease is serious IMHO. My past ramblings on this topic have suggested Morgellon's Disease maybe some form of remotely applied nonconsensual human experimentation, as these fibers can readily transmit light if they are the same ones (brownish in my case), that I have come to see materializing from nowhere and poking out of walls and vehicle parts. Thankfully, not out of me, or at least, not that I know of. But I do know of a party that likes to flash light at me all the time, and maybe they want to flash light a little deeper into some of their subjects. Just speculation of course.
And no, I am quite sure that the Morgellon's sufferers do NOT want to hang with us TI's, ('cause we are crazy, right?) but maybe the CDC will arrive at some kind of conventional scientific rationalization/cause, and launch a new field of invasive disease research. I still think Morgellon's is a remotely applied and monitored conditon and that the sufferers are also subjects of a very large nonconsensual human experimentation experiment. And have I lost all credibility when I suggest, as I have in the past, that even war injuries and deaths are of the same cloth? I better quit while I am ahead.
2035h
A screaming reaction to getting zapped while reading about data protection hardware. Hardly the stuff of intrigue, but like I say, everything is under study. And a simultaneously tapping sound with the zap, as if the floor upstairs isn't carpeted for some reason. And as part of the entire electrical EMF equation, I was listening to the Baltimore Consort with my headphones on. I expect the phone to ring any moment too.
2300h
Starting farm work tomorrow, so the blogging quantity will diminish, and no posting tomorrow. Earlier, yet more noise as I moved from desk to kitchen, and again to the table for tea and chocolate. Another round of noise when I settled down again at my desk and got into reading about Oppo universal (all formats) players. I sense that someone is spending, or attempting to, my money before I get it. No audiophile indulgences on farm work wages.
05-08-2011
0744h
An insane morning of at least 50 screamings or yellings at the assholes over crumb inundations, fake touches, finger fumbling, splatter from nowhere, drops hopping out of containers, animated dust from nowhere in my face, lint on my work pants and on the face cloth and countless other abusive incursions.
This, after keeping me awake for over 3.5 hours after going to bed at 2300h, and maybe longer as they like to plant the ideation that I didn't get any sleep. And relentless noise when in bed, loud mufflered vehicles, motorcycles, even heavy duty truck noise at 0100h or later. Plenty of color plasma games when my eyelids were closed, usually fugly colors or fugly color combinations. Once my eyes were opened to put an end to that abuse, they flashed plasma lights at me from the room, usually red lineal ones. And they got me up an hour earlier just to give me more abuse time, and now this LCD and the plasmic games that come off it as in readying me for my first farm work day today. And they went through all their ideation themes they are keeping current, some have been going on for eight years now, most notably the wife-to-be scenarios that are plain absurd. As stated many times, I want to be left alone and free from the swarms of quislings, abettors, operatives and the entire collection of psychopathis assholes. Once over, the first two questions I have are: where is the money and where are a couple of thousand assholes tied up to deal with the justice component.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Nine Year Anniversary
1120h
It was nine years ago to the day that my life got ripped and shredded into this constant harassment and threat world, and while not evident at the time, being a near total mind fucked slave to some huge human experimentation agenda that even encompasses war, petroleum (transport, burning and spilling), sentience of botanical plants, and possibly even object sentience. Not all of that was revealled at the time, as I thought it was some kind of police invasion/takedown at first. That is, I was planted with these notions and the concurrent surrepticious entry of my apartment hours earlier suggested that someone was looking in all the closets, behind books and through my desk, and even smeared blue ink on my office chair mat. And someone was able to hack my PC as well, which pointed to some kind of serious investigation that had not yet been completed, even though I had done nothing wrong. I was holding an IT job in Seattle at the time, and there had been some recent strange looks at me for the prior week, and I could not figure out why. I thought I was going to get laid off the next day, as this was the company rumor. No big deal I thought, the gig was getting thin with a major project being shelved, and the notion of data analysis recognition and discipline in the company was going from bad to worse.
I ended up going to the 24 Hour Fitness to avoid the takedown event, and when there at 0200h, these guys show up with seeming holsters under their sweat pants, at least two. And someone else double parked outside my vehicle on the street for a minute or so. I couldn't figure out how these dudes were showing up as they did not come through the front door where I was near. Then, I found my medications that were in my pack that was in my locker to be missing when I knew that I had packed them. At around 0400h I returned to my apartment, and saw my medications back in my bathroom where they were. Like WTF, how did they get back ahead of me? I later fell asleep on the floor, and it might of been some six hours later when I awakened with six males holding me up, carrying back into my apartment, who then placed me down, and it seemed that I fell asleep again for a little while longer.
When I woke up there were sounds of dogs barking and rattling chains on cages and I thought this was a real live SWAT team takedown. What did I know about these things anyhow? All manner of strange things happened, like the door moving inside the door jam, a hole being cut in the floor from below, brown plasma flashes that caused me to collapse with no energy, then fuzzy ball masers were flying around like bumblebees, and coming at each other and either crossing paths firectly in front of me or else reversing to emulate crossed paths. Then there were things that would just appear from nowhere; a screwdriver that I picked up and its blade just drooped, and batteries that would roll in from nowhere. At some point it ended, and no one came in. That is how I first recalled it, but later, I realized that there were personnel that came in, one teleporting through the bathroom wall, and another blocking the toilet with a balloon that he placed in it as he flushed it. Why I let someone I didn't know block my toilet tells me I was totally mind-controlled, as I would never let this happen. So somehow, someone fucked my temporal memory as I have never had any problem recalling the time sequence of anything, and yet somehow I did at this time. There were other vignettes of me taking my swim club jacket to another part of the building to give to them, even if I didn't see them in person at this location. On the way back, this time outside the building as it was wrapped around three sides of a city block, I see some 20 people or so, ordered together for a group photo outside my place. I have no recollection if I passed by or made any association with this high-tech apartment invasion. By this time it was about 1500 to 1600h in the afternoon. Anyhow, this was the opening salvo, and many of the things that I saw or experienced still come to roost in the ongoing harassment, like the toilet shit games and the perps obsession over the color of brown. I spoke with a Ti about this, and she said I might of been in an altered state. I might of been, and I did feel a little "floaty" then, but who did this and why? And nine years later I still don't have an answer.
The first gangstalker showed up the next morning on my way to work, sitting in the chair in the hallway for no seeming reason, when no one had ever sat there for the prior 18 months. In fact, the apartment had minimal other tenants; I only saw some no more than a half dozen times for the prior 18 months, which is consistent with the last place in Everett, and the places I have lived in since. This apartment has 140 suites, and I am hard pressed to believe that there are that many who live there. Most of the houses around the First Feral house seem empty too. The odd neighbor seems to return every now and again to be seen or to make noise, but it appears that no one else is around. My take on this is that the irradiation, of whatever kind it is, is just too intense for them to take unless they want to be involved to the degree that I am. Another take on having few genuine neighbors is that the perps don't want other's energies to interfere with me, so they keep them away on a regular basis. I have no idea as to how they pull this off en masse, as the paucity of neighbors seems to be for a surrounding block at least, maybe two.
1830h
For the second time today, extensive overhead pounding continues immediately after meal time. I have much the same food, quesadilla with a tapenade base and cooked chicken on top, and I sense that post-mealtime represents a big challenge for their remote energetics assay games. Hence, the unusual number of stunts that go on before mealtimes, lunch and dinner at least, as they are much the same. As with yesterday, this is a concrete and steel constructed building with 12" thick floor/ceilings, and I have no idea how anyone could conventionally pound such a structure and make the amount of noise that comes through my hearing protection.
And the before meal time event was having me review recent past membership of the Association of BC Professional Foresters, and finding someone a little younger than me is retired from the Ministry of Forests. Which is being treated as a wake-up call, as to what I am doing, (read, mind-fucked into doing) looking for work situations that require me to go back to school for training. And these being manual labor jobs as well. So... why don't I just put my feet up and stay on the disabled roster? That is a good question, but it does need to be supplemented with some $400/month to keep me solvent, as I am not able to get any social housing, meaning reduced rent, even if I have been on the list for three years. Besides, I really don't like doing nothing at all, and the perps like me to know it (more overhead rumbling and thundering as I typed that), and have me in a constant state of agitation over securing some kind of employment. They have never let me relax, take stock and stay put; instead, always some kind of angst about being "fulfilled" in work and the rest of it. Not that that has ever happened either. So... a new round of vocational consideration is going to evolve from this, though I don't see anything changing.
1900h
I go to take a pee in the bathroom, some 9' away in a separate room, and the overhead pounding follows me in there. Just totally amazing that whoever does this knows exactly where I am at any given moment. Though, truth be told, I am long over admiring the perps' total containment and awareness, which is putting it mildly, as it is more like totally scripted containment, down to every last drop/speck that "shows up" in my proximity. Dandruff arrives on my shirt regularly now, upper L and "must be" (read, planted obsession) removed immediately prior to taking a pee. This way they get some interaction with my fingers and my shirt, navy blue in color. Same at dinner tonight, and eating salad with an oil and vinagrette dressing on it; a 1/8" speck of vinagrette somehow ended up 20" from the dinner plate on the table. Yesterday they arranged a multi-droplet vinagrette splatter stunt; three droplets were arranged in a line from the same splatter event of it flying in from nowhere; two on the outer regions of the dinner plate and the third 2" further and managing to land exactly where the drinking glass met the table, touching both at the same time. It was exactly aligned with the other two, and we are talking about a deep brown color here, one of the perps' favorite colors to test me on with small introductory/incremental methods.
2220h
An earlier round of restless legs and jabs to my feet and knees got me off this PC and chair and I was controlled to read an old book, one with discolored pages. I laid down on my yellow bed cover to do so, and within five minutes I was screwed out of reading. So, I make the usual evening time tea, Green Ginger by Tao it is called, with a yellow-green wrapper around every tea bag. Which happened to be the identical color of the furniture in the box of a pickup this afternoon, shortly after having this same tea then. The overhead pounding noise got really serious at this point, and was also accompanied by voice noise and a steady thumpy beat, though not from music. And when I make the tea, why, it is the same color as the discolored pages in the book. So it would seem it was a color test ahead of the tea I was to drink. This afternoon's sofa-in-pickup being a test of the teabag wrapper.
Thankfully the perps settled down, reduced the noise, and let me back on this PC to finish this blog posting. And lo, if in-town-brother wasn't phoning to BS, something he rarely does. And he was keeping on the theme of what I was doing. Which is what my colleague who took me for coffee asked when she already knew the answer. Which is, nothing, and this seems to be a big perp moment, having me declare that I am not working, and that my many job applications aren't getting any response whatsover when it is clear that I have all the experience and training they are asking for. But as the perps have beat me down to $9/hr for the last four years of attempted work, I am quite sure they would not want me to get $22/hr in an unionized job for some nine months. It is just not allowed at this stage of the Fuckover Agenda.
Which begs the questions as to what the perps are now looking for. One of their themes is employment, lack thereof, pay, pay rate and type (hourly or piece rate) and the entire gestalt of work. So it would seem with two persons asking me this week "what I am doing", when they both know the answer in advance, that the perps are now moving onto psychic discoveries, the remotely detected psychic energetics about every concept, notion, tradition and every human quality or artifice, including language itself.
At nine years of this insane depraved abuse, it now seems the perps just got started (as was their mantra back in 2005), getting very close to 100% mind control. I get plenty of jabs and pains in my temples these days, and I can only surmise it is the assholes playing "Fish" with my brain and its neural properties. Which then begs the question, how much longer are they going to be life raping me and all the other TI's out there. I don't have an answer to that, though they say four more years. That is coming from the most unreliable sources of all, the party that manages the deception plan to the same degree as the real plan, which they won't fully divulge.
There you have it, the nine year anniversary of life rape onset, playing out 24/7/365, down to every subsecond of my existence, and in a totally scripted and contained existence to ensure constant threat and adversity from all quarters, including the perversion of the conventional physicality of everything, including gravity.
And what do I have to show for it? No job, minimal family contact, engaging with dipshits by design, constant gangstalking, especially with the coffee and brown drink bearing crowd, (on top of me when out to post a letter today), and on a disablitiy that is supposed to be difficult to get. I am kept in a constant state of duress, and the mind invasive disruptions bring on at least 30 vocalized enragements a day. On the bright side, I am 56 and look younger than 33 (lines came out from under my eyelids last year, coming in at age 33), they straightened my sway back and changed my walking gait in 2004 (for the better), they strengthened all my musculature, over my abdomen especially (2006), and I have biceps that stay in place (2009) for the first time that don't need to be maintained by pushing weights. But as I didn't ask for this insane, abusive and relentless Fuckover, I want my life back, I want to be left alone, and I want to see at least 200 of you unarmed fuckers lined up against a wall, and have free reign to wield a bat with a supply of rounds to see that justice is done.
It was nine years ago to the day that my life got ripped and shredded into this constant harassment and threat world, and while not evident at the time, being a near total mind fucked slave to some huge human experimentation agenda that even encompasses war, petroleum (transport, burning and spilling), sentience of botanical plants, and possibly even object sentience. Not all of that was revealled at the time, as I thought it was some kind of police invasion/takedown at first. That is, I was planted with these notions and the concurrent surrepticious entry of my apartment hours earlier suggested that someone was looking in all the closets, behind books and through my desk, and even smeared blue ink on my office chair mat. And someone was able to hack my PC as well, which pointed to some kind of serious investigation that had not yet been completed, even though I had done nothing wrong. I was holding an IT job in Seattle at the time, and there had been some recent strange looks at me for the prior week, and I could not figure out why. I thought I was going to get laid off the next day, as this was the company rumor. No big deal I thought, the gig was getting thin with a major project being shelved, and the notion of data analysis recognition and discipline in the company was going from bad to worse.
I ended up going to the 24 Hour Fitness to avoid the takedown event, and when there at 0200h, these guys show up with seeming holsters under their sweat pants, at least two. And someone else double parked outside my vehicle on the street for a minute or so. I couldn't figure out how these dudes were showing up as they did not come through the front door where I was near. Then, I found my medications that were in my pack that was in my locker to be missing when I knew that I had packed them. At around 0400h I returned to my apartment, and saw my medications back in my bathroom where they were. Like WTF, how did they get back ahead of me? I later fell asleep on the floor, and it might of been some six hours later when I awakened with six males holding me up, carrying back into my apartment, who then placed me down, and it seemed that I fell asleep again for a little while longer.
When I woke up there were sounds of dogs barking and rattling chains on cages and I thought this was a real live SWAT team takedown. What did I know about these things anyhow? All manner of strange things happened, like the door moving inside the door jam, a hole being cut in the floor from below, brown plasma flashes that caused me to collapse with no energy, then fuzzy ball masers were flying around like bumblebees, and coming at each other and either crossing paths firectly in front of me or else reversing to emulate crossed paths. Then there were things that would just appear from nowhere; a screwdriver that I picked up and its blade just drooped, and batteries that would roll in from nowhere. At some point it ended, and no one came in. That is how I first recalled it, but later, I realized that there were personnel that came in, one teleporting through the bathroom wall, and another blocking the toilet with a balloon that he placed in it as he flushed it. Why I let someone I didn't know block my toilet tells me I was totally mind-controlled, as I would never let this happen. So somehow, someone fucked my temporal memory as I have never had any problem recalling the time sequence of anything, and yet somehow I did at this time. There were other vignettes of me taking my swim club jacket to another part of the building to give to them, even if I didn't see them in person at this location. On the way back, this time outside the building as it was wrapped around three sides of a city block, I see some 20 people or so, ordered together for a group photo outside my place. I have no recollection if I passed by or made any association with this high-tech apartment invasion. By this time it was about 1500 to 1600h in the afternoon. Anyhow, this was the opening salvo, and many of the things that I saw or experienced still come to roost in the ongoing harassment, like the toilet shit games and the perps obsession over the color of brown. I spoke with a Ti about this, and she said I might of been in an altered state. I might of been, and I did feel a little "floaty" then, but who did this and why? And nine years later I still don't have an answer.
The first gangstalker showed up the next morning on my way to work, sitting in the chair in the hallway for no seeming reason, when no one had ever sat there for the prior 18 months. In fact, the apartment had minimal other tenants; I only saw some no more than a half dozen times for the prior 18 months, which is consistent with the last place in Everett, and the places I have lived in since. This apartment has 140 suites, and I am hard pressed to believe that there are that many who live there. Most of the houses around the First Feral house seem empty too. The odd neighbor seems to return every now and again to be seen or to make noise, but it appears that no one else is around. My take on this is that the irradiation, of whatever kind it is, is just too intense for them to take unless they want to be involved to the degree that I am. Another take on having few genuine neighbors is that the perps don't want other's energies to interfere with me, so they keep them away on a regular basis. I have no idea as to how they pull this off en masse, as the paucity of neighbors seems to be for a surrounding block at least, maybe two.
1830h
For the second time today, extensive overhead pounding continues immediately after meal time. I have much the same food, quesadilla with a tapenade base and cooked chicken on top, and I sense that post-mealtime represents a big challenge for their remote energetics assay games. Hence, the unusual number of stunts that go on before mealtimes, lunch and dinner at least, as they are much the same. As with yesterday, this is a concrete and steel constructed building with 12" thick floor/ceilings, and I have no idea how anyone could conventionally pound such a structure and make the amount of noise that comes through my hearing protection.
And the before meal time event was having me review recent past membership of the Association of BC Professional Foresters, and finding someone a little younger than me is retired from the Ministry of Forests. Which is being treated as a wake-up call, as to what I am doing, (read, mind-fucked into doing) looking for work situations that require me to go back to school for training. And these being manual labor jobs as well. So... why don't I just put my feet up and stay on the disabled roster? That is a good question, but it does need to be supplemented with some $400/month to keep me solvent, as I am not able to get any social housing, meaning reduced rent, even if I have been on the list for three years. Besides, I really don't like doing nothing at all, and the perps like me to know it (more overhead rumbling and thundering as I typed that), and have me in a constant state of agitation over securing some kind of employment. They have never let me relax, take stock and stay put; instead, always some kind of angst about being "fulfilled" in work and the rest of it. Not that that has ever happened either. So... a new round of vocational consideration is going to evolve from this, though I don't see anything changing.
1900h
I go to take a pee in the bathroom, some 9' away in a separate room, and the overhead pounding follows me in there. Just totally amazing that whoever does this knows exactly where I am at any given moment. Though, truth be told, I am long over admiring the perps' total containment and awareness, which is putting it mildly, as it is more like totally scripted containment, down to every last drop/speck that "shows up" in my proximity. Dandruff arrives on my shirt regularly now, upper L and "must be" (read, planted obsession) removed immediately prior to taking a pee. This way they get some interaction with my fingers and my shirt, navy blue in color. Same at dinner tonight, and eating salad with an oil and vinagrette dressing on it; a 1/8" speck of vinagrette somehow ended up 20" from the dinner plate on the table. Yesterday they arranged a multi-droplet vinagrette splatter stunt; three droplets were arranged in a line from the same splatter event of it flying in from nowhere; two on the outer regions of the dinner plate and the third 2" further and managing to land exactly where the drinking glass met the table, touching both at the same time. It was exactly aligned with the other two, and we are talking about a deep brown color here, one of the perps' favorite colors to test me on with small introductory/incremental methods.
2220h
An earlier round of restless legs and jabs to my feet and knees got me off this PC and chair and I was controlled to read an old book, one with discolored pages. I laid down on my yellow bed cover to do so, and within five minutes I was screwed out of reading. So, I make the usual evening time tea, Green Ginger by Tao it is called, with a yellow-green wrapper around every tea bag. Which happened to be the identical color of the furniture in the box of a pickup this afternoon, shortly after having this same tea then. The overhead pounding noise got really serious at this point, and was also accompanied by voice noise and a steady thumpy beat, though not from music. And when I make the tea, why, it is the same color as the discolored pages in the book. So it would seem it was a color test ahead of the tea I was to drink. This afternoon's sofa-in-pickup being a test of the teabag wrapper.
Thankfully the perps settled down, reduced the noise, and let me back on this PC to finish this blog posting. And lo, if in-town-brother wasn't phoning to BS, something he rarely does. And he was keeping on the theme of what I was doing. Which is what my colleague who took me for coffee asked when she already knew the answer. Which is, nothing, and this seems to be a big perp moment, having me declare that I am not working, and that my many job applications aren't getting any response whatsover when it is clear that I have all the experience and training they are asking for. But as the perps have beat me down to $9/hr for the last four years of attempted work, I am quite sure they would not want me to get $22/hr in an unionized job for some nine months. It is just not allowed at this stage of the Fuckover Agenda.
Which begs the questions as to what the perps are now looking for. One of their themes is employment, lack thereof, pay, pay rate and type (hourly or piece rate) and the entire gestalt of work. So it would seem with two persons asking me this week "what I am doing", when they both know the answer in advance, that the perps are now moving onto psychic discoveries, the remotely detected psychic energetics about every concept, notion, tradition and every human quality or artifice, including language itself.
At nine years of this insane depraved abuse, it now seems the perps just got started (as was their mantra back in 2005), getting very close to 100% mind control. I get plenty of jabs and pains in my temples these days, and I can only surmise it is the assholes playing "Fish" with my brain and its neural properties. Which then begs the question, how much longer are they going to be life raping me and all the other TI's out there. I don't have an answer to that, though they say four more years. That is coming from the most unreliable sources of all, the party that manages the deception plan to the same degree as the real plan, which they won't fully divulge.
There you have it, the nine year anniversary of life rape onset, playing out 24/7/365, down to every subsecond of my existence, and in a totally scripted and contained existence to ensure constant threat and adversity from all quarters, including the perversion of the conventional physicality of everything, including gravity.
And what do I have to show for it? No job, minimal family contact, engaging with dipshits by design, constant gangstalking, especially with the coffee and brown drink bearing crowd, (on top of me when out to post a letter today), and on a disablitiy that is supposed to be difficult to get. I am kept in a constant state of duress, and the mind invasive disruptions bring on at least 30 vocalized enragements a day. On the bright side, I am 56 and look younger than 33 (lines came out from under my eyelids last year, coming in at age 33), they straightened my sway back and changed my walking gait in 2004 (for the better), they strengthened all my musculature, over my abdomen especially (2006), and I have biceps that stay in place (2009) for the first time that don't need to be maintained by pushing weights. But as I didn't ask for this insane, abusive and relentless Fuckover, I want my life back, I want to be left alone, and I want to see at least 200 of you unarmed fuckers lined up against a wall, and have free reign to wield a bat with a supply of rounds to see that justice is done.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Wave On
1850h
A visit with the male employment counsellor this morning. And lo, if a certain Asian person known to me in my forestry employment wasn't in his suit and standing at the entrance in mid-sidewalk speaking with another person. How totally belligerent, to stand in mid sidewalk, maybe 8' wide, and outside of an office building door at that. That he works around the corner in my old office building until 1999 surely wasn't a fluke, as I have seen others I know from this IT department also "happening" in the past three years to cross my path and pretending not to know me. All to strange these managed coincidences.
The employment counsellor was an interesting person; a BSc in Mathematics, and a Masters in Philosphy, an old time guy, though with dark grey hair and not the white haired kind who seemed to be particularly Favored. But even if he wasn't Italian, I have never seen someone wave their hands so much in all my life. And I have noted in past blogs that exaggerated hand and feet motions seem to have erupted among the gangstalkers in general, and First Feral Family in particular. None are Italian to my knowledge. But he was helpful, if over talkative at times, but he did pose an interesting question as to if I thought that my pursuit of IT work after a nine year absence was going to be fruitful. Could be, don't know for sure. My perp abetting mother talked it down, briefly casting aspersions, and she knows absoutely nothing about IT work. (But she is a total liar). And the counsellor also asked if the Oracle database classes were really an upgrade to performing business analysis. The aren't, except they would make a better business analyst if he knew about the implementation architecture in advance. I said the Oracle courses were the best possible and publically availible courses to be had, and while belonging to a more technical side in the IT, they don't have direct business analysis efficacy. Food for thought, though as usual, everything is stage managed to the most minute detail, so nothing can be taken at face value from any source, any time. Even the partially trusted ones have a habit of turning on me.
Anyhow, the perps are still on about their sending to do drilling up north somewhere, the super-compensated laborer, though I cannot see that happening for logistical and financial reasons. No such topic, or related topic was mentioned by either of us at the meeting with the employment counsellor this morming. Employment counsellors aren't in the business to supply wild notions such as "go west/north etc.old man", but perhaps this is the stage for a number of meetings that will slowly grind down any prospects of IT work. Even if I spent $200 on getting all my nice pants' waist lines altered by a tailor last month. So who knows where the bullshit goes, especially on the vocational front.
I see the Association of BC Forest Professionals is having their annual general meeting in Victoria next Febuary (2012). I cannot see the perps arranging this without me being in town to commute with, or get gangstalked, by all my colleagues. Yes, I have plenty of volunteer time to offer the steering comittee, but I just loathe this dumbshit gangstalker game where the formerly trusted, who aren't now, attempt to lapse into their former habits but making it plainly obvious that it has quite a different take, because I know its contrived, and they know I know. Not like before when all kinds could do their stunts and games, and having me think it was in-character.
A 1.5 hour nap attack after lunch today, sleeping on the yellow bed covers and being duly gangstalked by a parked yellow school bus outside, and lo, if there wasn't the troubador act outside also with a yellow duffle bag slung over his back. And I did get more than usual yellow colored vehicles on me when walking to the employment center this morning. All to "go with" the yellow paper I recieved from the counsellor, his notes on how to change up my resume. I couldn't believe that two former employment counsellors couldn't give me the same advice, even if directly asked. But that is how it goes in FUD-world, managed to be nearly totally clueless.
2235h
A visitation to the local LD store, another gangstalking experience, per usual. And they would not dissapate from the chocolate section, even after two looks while getting other things, the same crowd of five was clustered there. And they even put one of those wretched motorized wheelchairs in the aisle to do a 180 degree turn exactly in front of where the Milka bars were. Then a negro woman in horrendous hair popped up at least three times as I flitted about the store. The large gutted manager was doing his "gut strut" again, looking back and talking to someone, but moving toward me at the same time. Then the Fuckwit in front of me protracted his stay at the cashier by counting out his coins at length, then figured out that he needed a $5 bill, added it to the pile, and then told the cashier to add it up for him. Fucking rude, never mind the geriatric age of over 65 that he seemed.
And what is with the ambulatory male gangstalkers especially who approach me looking backwards at absolutely nothing of notice, and then make out they are on a collision course, only to bring their head around at the last instant? I have never seen so many rude fuckers in public not looking where they are going, except in this Gangstalk Capital of Canada (Victoria, British Columbia, Canada). I suspect it is an attempt to limit me seeing their faces and getting an immediate total look of the Fuckwit and the threat factor at the same time. This way they can eliminate the facial component of the threat for a few seconds while the Fuckwit is walking forward with their head turned the wrong way. Also, they get one of their spinal twists in as well, and if yoga class was anything to go by, the perps do love the TI or the gangstalker to do spinal flexing.
The overhead pounding has started up again, along with high pitch whine noise, and the earmuffs have crackling noises in them. Again, how does anyone manage to pound 12" of concrete ceiling/floor with such consistency and under what conventional guise? And their suite should be carpeted like this one, so what is the deal? Have we given up on having an ostensible conventional cause? At least four years ago for the overhead pounding, as long as I have been here. And don't forget, this same behaviour erupted in the last place, though it was wood frame construction and at least had an excuse. And three places ago, I lived on the top floor of a four story apartment and they still pounded the ceiling by putting on pretend workers on the roof for crissakes. Once when there (2004-05), when watching TV and some odd black and white patterns became bothersome all of sudden, (the first time I have experienced this), there was a sudden arrival of personnel on the roof exactly overhead of me, pounding my ceiling. Which means, they detected some kind of particular cognitive/threat reaction to their orchestrated TV games, and immediately teleported Fuckwits overhead, even if on a roof. I changed the channel and that was the end of that.
Anyhow, a slow day doing time, but at least I got out.
A visit with the male employment counsellor this morning. And lo, if a certain Asian person known to me in my forestry employment wasn't in his suit and standing at the entrance in mid-sidewalk speaking with another person. How totally belligerent, to stand in mid sidewalk, maybe 8' wide, and outside of an office building door at that. That he works around the corner in my old office building until 1999 surely wasn't a fluke, as I have seen others I know from this IT department also "happening" in the past three years to cross my path and pretending not to know me. All to strange these managed coincidences.
The employment counsellor was an interesting person; a BSc in Mathematics, and a Masters in Philosphy, an old time guy, though with dark grey hair and not the white haired kind who seemed to be particularly Favored. But even if he wasn't Italian, I have never seen someone wave their hands so much in all my life. And I have noted in past blogs that exaggerated hand and feet motions seem to have erupted among the gangstalkers in general, and First Feral Family in particular. None are Italian to my knowledge. But he was helpful, if over talkative at times, but he did pose an interesting question as to if I thought that my pursuit of IT work after a nine year absence was going to be fruitful. Could be, don't know for sure. My perp abetting mother talked it down, briefly casting aspersions, and she knows absoutely nothing about IT work. (But she is a total liar). And the counsellor also asked if the Oracle database classes were really an upgrade to performing business analysis. The aren't, except they would make a better business analyst if he knew about the implementation architecture in advance. I said the Oracle courses were the best possible and publically availible courses to be had, and while belonging to a more technical side in the IT, they don't have direct business analysis efficacy. Food for thought, though as usual, everything is stage managed to the most minute detail, so nothing can be taken at face value from any source, any time. Even the partially trusted ones have a habit of turning on me.
Anyhow, the perps are still on about their sending to do drilling up north somewhere, the super-compensated laborer, though I cannot see that happening for logistical and financial reasons. No such topic, or related topic was mentioned by either of us at the meeting with the employment counsellor this morming. Employment counsellors aren't in the business to supply wild notions such as "go west/north etc.old man", but perhaps this is the stage for a number of meetings that will slowly grind down any prospects of IT work. Even if I spent $200 on getting all my nice pants' waist lines altered by a tailor last month. So who knows where the bullshit goes, especially on the vocational front.
I see the Association of BC Forest Professionals is having their annual general meeting in Victoria next Febuary (2012). I cannot see the perps arranging this without me being in town to commute with, or get gangstalked, by all my colleagues. Yes, I have plenty of volunteer time to offer the steering comittee, but I just loathe this dumbshit gangstalker game where the formerly trusted, who aren't now, attempt to lapse into their former habits but making it plainly obvious that it has quite a different take, because I know its contrived, and they know I know. Not like before when all kinds could do their stunts and games, and having me think it was in-character.
A 1.5 hour nap attack after lunch today, sleeping on the yellow bed covers and being duly gangstalked by a parked yellow school bus outside, and lo, if there wasn't the troubador act outside also with a yellow duffle bag slung over his back. And I did get more than usual yellow colored vehicles on me when walking to the employment center this morning. All to "go with" the yellow paper I recieved from the counsellor, his notes on how to change up my resume. I couldn't believe that two former employment counsellors couldn't give me the same advice, even if directly asked. But that is how it goes in FUD-world, managed to be nearly totally clueless.
2235h
A visitation to the local LD store, another gangstalking experience, per usual. And they would not dissapate from the chocolate section, even after two looks while getting other things, the same crowd of five was clustered there. And they even put one of those wretched motorized wheelchairs in the aisle to do a 180 degree turn exactly in front of where the Milka bars were. Then a negro woman in horrendous hair popped up at least three times as I flitted about the store. The large gutted manager was doing his "gut strut" again, looking back and talking to someone, but moving toward me at the same time. Then the Fuckwit in front of me protracted his stay at the cashier by counting out his coins at length, then figured out that he needed a $5 bill, added it to the pile, and then told the cashier to add it up for him. Fucking rude, never mind the geriatric age of over 65 that he seemed.
And what is with the ambulatory male gangstalkers especially who approach me looking backwards at absolutely nothing of notice, and then make out they are on a collision course, only to bring their head around at the last instant? I have never seen so many rude fuckers in public not looking where they are going, except in this Gangstalk Capital of Canada (Victoria, British Columbia, Canada). I suspect it is an attempt to limit me seeing their faces and getting an immediate total look of the Fuckwit and the threat factor at the same time. This way they can eliminate the facial component of the threat for a few seconds while the Fuckwit is walking forward with their head turned the wrong way. Also, they get one of their spinal twists in as well, and if yoga class was anything to go by, the perps do love the TI or the gangstalker to do spinal flexing.
The overhead pounding has started up again, along with high pitch whine noise, and the earmuffs have crackling noises in them. Again, how does anyone manage to pound 12" of concrete ceiling/floor with such consistency and under what conventional guise? And their suite should be carpeted like this one, so what is the deal? Have we given up on having an ostensible conventional cause? At least four years ago for the overhead pounding, as long as I have been here. And don't forget, this same behaviour erupted in the last place, though it was wood frame construction and at least had an excuse. And three places ago, I lived on the top floor of a four story apartment and they still pounded the ceiling by putting on pretend workers on the roof for crissakes. Once when there (2004-05), when watching TV and some odd black and white patterns became bothersome all of sudden, (the first time I have experienced this), there was a sudden arrival of personnel on the roof exactly overhead of me, pounding my ceiling. Which means, they detected some kind of particular cognitive/threat reaction to their orchestrated TV games, and immediately teleported Fuckwits overhead, even if on a roof. I changed the channel and that was the end of that.
Anyhow, a slow day doing time, but at least I got out.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Clashing Reds
1405h
Back from a post-lunch coffee with one of my former work mates, a large woman with psoriasis and mottled skin which I was give full view due to her bare arms outside of her green T-shirt. She was the "bait" last month when daffodil picking at the farm; twice she spoke with me there and they then put the Fugliest Negro in view just as we finished up talking. The third time was when they put a Caucasian dreadlocked woman in view in the same circumstances. Both conditions rate as extremely Unfavored sights, and are still under intense investigation as to why I dislike such conditions.
And lo, if there wasn't at least one dreadlocked woman seen in the overcrowded coffee shop we were in, but no negroes though. But instead, it was a case of the Redcoats, or more like, the red sweaters and blouses. I had my "usual" dude show of bald heads, then the shiftless ones loitering for no apparent reason, then two women came in white or grey tops, and one, in a mid-grey track pants, putting her cute ass on show. (Or at least, I was mind-fucked into gazing at it more than I would of done on my own). One had mid-back shoulder length glossy hair, something the perps like me to see, as I once had three Newfoundland dogs, and the same colored straight hair. Anyhow, the two women came to sit next to us at the table, an lo, if after they remove their jackets, one isn't wearing fuschia pink and the other a scarlet red. Given the red color games that went on yesterday in vehicular road traffic, I now get them coming to my table. And I get to see the glossy black hair opposite me, surely something they like to compare to fuzzy dull black hair, particular to a certain race that figures prominently in the gangstalking games. Oddly enough, my friend called the engagement off early, complaining about the noise inside. It was loud to be sure, but who knows, as the perps know I cannot stand red and perhaps they called it as I had reached my "red exposure threshold", however they determine that.
And a new high for cashiers count; there were three women who swapped off in the context of ordering the food and my colleague paying for it. The previous record was two; an apparent shift change in mid transaction from a woman cashier to a male cashier. This time, it was three cashiers, duly arranged due to apparent inexperience, and the chaotic level of activity at this cashier. Although I didn't pay, I would count this as yet another case of financial transaction associated orchestrated inanity.
The conversation was about jobs, work, not finding any and the whole employment scene, very much a perp prefered topic. But was relevant, as my friend had just been laid off at the farm, two months shy of her finishing her work term. She seemed to have this laconic look all the time while speaking with her, the "almost-grin" look. This has occured many times with many personnel I "happen" to see in the course of this harassment, and I have never figured out just what was so funny that this almost-grin countenance is maintained. There has been nothing funny about anything since they went overt/beserk with an apartment invasion nearly nine years ago. So, it is back to dulldom here at Abuse Central, as it seems they need to keep me inside much more than they did before.
1830h
Overhead pounding as I peruse today's bookmarking fof prospective employment. As I typed that, I got a stinging jab in my R eye. I had stinging jabs in my R knee when standing in the kitchen, but it seems that they want to get me at certain vulnerable, or maybe, high energetic locations. According to alien lore, the aliens can sense the energy coming from the subject's eyes, and in doing so, equate it to intelligence. And it is no suprise to see all the sunglasses on rainy days in this town, sometimes more absurd than that. The notion that I get is it limits the outgoing radiation, be it terrahertz, IR or something else altogether. Which might also explain the look-away nonsense the Fuckwits do when they get close.
And regular readers will know that this apartment has 12" of concrete and reinforcement steel in every floor/ceiling, so how is it the perps can make thunderous noises overhead from what should be a carpeted apartment? Don't know, but they are masters of sound projection and hearing dampening tricks, and even if they blow their cover of conventional causes, they aren't too bothered like they once were two years ago or more.
1855h
A round of screaming at the assholes for shaking my chair twice while bookmarking a web site that might be germane in another theme of perp abuse. (More overhead pounding noise erupts, even through the earmuffs; again, how is this conventionally possible?).
2040h
Some more overhead poundings and faux water noise, as if in nieghbor's pipes, and always tied to my activities, especially when in the kitchen.
And it is getting tiresome today, these conflicting vocational "interests", (read, planted ideations) as to whether to pursue horticultural work or drilling work, as both tie to the perp's research agenda. In the former, their unrelenting noise campaign when I touch, dig, cut, pull or pick fruit from plants, and in the latter, their ongoing quest to have me exposed to soil colors, rocks of varying type and vintage, in place or removed elsewhere. I cannot see getting work in either industry given the ongoing obstruction I seem to get from IT data analyst/modeler jobs, where I upgraded my technical training last year, though not exactly aligned, it does signal that I am in the game. And an employment counsellor meeting in two day's time, and I really do not expect to be making great strides to re-launch my career into a totally new endeavor. Especially given the sandbagging of grant money since 2009, which finally culminated in a half grant in Jan. 2010, the Oracle DBA courses. Given that this entire exercise is orchestrated, and with ample amounts of adversity, I have no expectations around vocational choices whatsoever. Though I suspect this week's imposed vacillations aren't over by a long shot. And how does one bring IT, vineyard horticulture/management and drilling into a single career narrative when one is going to be 57 this year? Just another example of what it is like to be in cognitive prison.
More overhead pounding as I seek the bookmark and copy the link, similar to when I bookmarked this site some 1.5 hours ago. This is called "ground conditioning", running pipes in the soil under golf greens and other surfaces to cool it down and optimize aeration, temperature and water retention. Or, in the case of a beach, running coolant to make the sand walkable. Talk about a perp arranged technical feature; they are constantly hounding me with noise and/or abuse when handling plant roots, so here we are, exposing plant roots to pipes and cooling equipment. Hopefully they won't pound the ceiling, walls or anything else while TI readers follow this link.
04-13-2011
0930h
Somehow I "forgot" to post this last night, no doubt disrupting my readers, (few, I know), routines, which is what the perps like to do all the time.
Back from a post-lunch coffee with one of my former work mates, a large woman with psoriasis and mottled skin which I was give full view due to her bare arms outside of her green T-shirt. She was the "bait" last month when daffodil picking at the farm; twice she spoke with me there and they then put the Fugliest Negro in view just as we finished up talking. The third time was when they put a Caucasian dreadlocked woman in view in the same circumstances. Both conditions rate as extremely Unfavored sights, and are still under intense investigation as to why I dislike such conditions.
And lo, if there wasn't at least one dreadlocked woman seen in the overcrowded coffee shop we were in, but no negroes though. But instead, it was a case of the Redcoats, or more like, the red sweaters and blouses. I had my "usual" dude show of bald heads, then the shiftless ones loitering for no apparent reason, then two women came in white or grey tops, and one, in a mid-grey track pants, putting her cute ass on show. (Or at least, I was mind-fucked into gazing at it more than I would of done on my own). One had mid-back shoulder length glossy hair, something the perps like me to see, as I once had three Newfoundland dogs, and the same colored straight hair. Anyhow, the two women came to sit next to us at the table, an lo, if after they remove their jackets, one isn't wearing fuschia pink and the other a scarlet red. Given the red color games that went on yesterday in vehicular road traffic, I now get them coming to my table. And I get to see the glossy black hair opposite me, surely something they like to compare to fuzzy dull black hair, particular to a certain race that figures prominently in the gangstalking games. Oddly enough, my friend called the engagement off early, complaining about the noise inside. It was loud to be sure, but who knows, as the perps know I cannot stand red and perhaps they called it as I had reached my "red exposure threshold", however they determine that.
And a new high for cashiers count; there were three women who swapped off in the context of ordering the food and my colleague paying for it. The previous record was two; an apparent shift change in mid transaction from a woman cashier to a male cashier. This time, it was three cashiers, duly arranged due to apparent inexperience, and the chaotic level of activity at this cashier. Although I didn't pay, I would count this as yet another case of financial transaction associated orchestrated inanity.
The conversation was about jobs, work, not finding any and the whole employment scene, very much a perp prefered topic. But was relevant, as my friend had just been laid off at the farm, two months shy of her finishing her work term. She seemed to have this laconic look all the time while speaking with her, the "almost-grin" look. This has occured many times with many personnel I "happen" to see in the course of this harassment, and I have never figured out just what was so funny that this almost-grin countenance is maintained. There has been nothing funny about anything since they went overt/beserk with an apartment invasion nearly nine years ago. So, it is back to dulldom here at Abuse Central, as it seems they need to keep me inside much more than they did before.
1830h
Overhead pounding as I peruse today's bookmarking fof prospective employment. As I typed that, I got a stinging jab in my R eye. I had stinging jabs in my R knee when standing in the kitchen, but it seems that they want to get me at certain vulnerable, or maybe, high energetic locations. According to alien lore, the aliens can sense the energy coming from the subject's eyes, and in doing so, equate it to intelligence. And it is no suprise to see all the sunglasses on rainy days in this town, sometimes more absurd than that. The notion that I get is it limits the outgoing radiation, be it terrahertz, IR or something else altogether. Which might also explain the look-away nonsense the Fuckwits do when they get close.
And regular readers will know that this apartment has 12" of concrete and reinforcement steel in every floor/ceiling, so how is it the perps can make thunderous noises overhead from what should be a carpeted apartment? Don't know, but they are masters of sound projection and hearing dampening tricks, and even if they blow their cover of conventional causes, they aren't too bothered like they once were two years ago or more.
1855h
A round of screaming at the assholes for shaking my chair twice while bookmarking a web site that might be germane in another theme of perp abuse. (More overhead pounding noise erupts, even through the earmuffs; again, how is this conventionally possible?).
2040h
Some more overhead poundings and faux water noise, as if in nieghbor's pipes, and always tied to my activities, especially when in the kitchen.
And it is getting tiresome today, these conflicting vocational "interests", (read, planted ideations) as to whether to pursue horticultural work or drilling work, as both tie to the perp's research agenda. In the former, their unrelenting noise campaign when I touch, dig, cut, pull or pick fruit from plants, and in the latter, their ongoing quest to have me exposed to soil colors, rocks of varying type and vintage, in place or removed elsewhere. I cannot see getting work in either industry given the ongoing obstruction I seem to get from IT data analyst/modeler jobs, where I upgraded my technical training last year, though not exactly aligned, it does signal that I am in the game. And an employment counsellor meeting in two day's time, and I really do not expect to be making great strides to re-launch my career into a totally new endeavor. Especially given the sandbagging of grant money since 2009, which finally culminated in a half grant in Jan. 2010, the Oracle DBA courses. Given that this entire exercise is orchestrated, and with ample amounts of adversity, I have no expectations around vocational choices whatsoever. Though I suspect this week's imposed vacillations aren't over by a long shot. And how does one bring IT, vineyard horticulture/management and drilling into a single career narrative when one is going to be 57 this year? Just another example of what it is like to be in cognitive prison.
More overhead pounding as I seek the bookmark and copy the link, similar to when I bookmarked this site some 1.5 hours ago. This is called "ground conditioning", running pipes in the soil under golf greens and other surfaces to cool it down and optimize aeration, temperature and water retention. Or, in the case of a beach, running coolant to make the sand walkable. Talk about a perp arranged technical feature; they are constantly hounding me with noise and/or abuse when handling plant roots, so here we are, exposing plant roots to pipes and cooling equipment. Hopefully they won't pound the ceiling, walls or anything else while TI readers follow this link.
04-13-2011
0930h
Somehow I "forgot" to post this last night, no doubt disrupting my readers, (few, I know), routines, which is what the perps like to do all the time.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Mystery Care Keeper
1215h
I went to my in-town brother's this morning, as I am the assigned cat and house care person, attending to his viscious feline, likely deranged because he keeps it inside all the time. The house smells of it, and he doesn't seem to get it that he will be in for a big bill to clean it up afterwards. I do this every two days, and that includes the disgusting litter box duty.
I also look after the mail, and was also obliged to deal with the freaking newspaper, even if it had been cancelled by him for the duration of his holiday. Why, the newspaper carrier suddenly re-started his delivery after stopping it for over a week. That meant coming back inside the house when I was set to go, and then doing the cancellation to find out that it had already been cancelled. So I get to make another call with plenty of on-hold time to talk to a real person to end the unexpected newspaper delivery. That was two days ago, and then today, when I get there, I see an older newspaper somehow arrived in the house, still in its plastic bag. Like WTF; I cleaned up the front porch of all newspapers two days ago (Thursday), and somehow an Tuesday newspaper arrives inside the door. Plus, it seems that a heater got moved. No matter, the house is in good hands, because if it isn't me, it is one of his abetting perps who is doing these silly games.
I had a "sticky" gangstalker on me when outbound; she "happened" to be ahead of me on the way to the bus, then on the same bus at the same bus stop, then got off behind me at the same stop, and then continued to walk behind me at my same fast walk, then crossed the road to tail me for some 12 minutes of walking before she disappeared over the hill. It is rare that I get someone who walks as fast as I can, but even if 6" shorter, she could, and made the most of it. I call these ones "fellow travellers", the ones that get on and off at the same bus stops as I do, but she went one further, covering me on street before the bus stop, and again when I got off. A first for this level of extra obvious coverage.
And when walking back, a woman with the same color hair, but different clothing, also "happened" to be covering me from the other side of the street, strangely waiting to cross at the pedestrian activated crossing, and then giving up, and continuing on the same way.
1410h
A sudden ear itch that had to be attended to by first removing my earmuffs at the instant of re-reading the above mentioned phrase, "sticky gangstalker" as well as the woman's image being placed in mind. Exciting moment for perps, and also telling as to the level of detail they pursue me at.
Other "big events" for the perps would be the inclusion of the much offered Amazon bookmark symbol in my Firefox browser. Normally I don't like to clog my browser with other commercial products, but since I bookmark interesting things extensively, or alternatively, put them in my Amazon Wish List, I have a large collection of "might purchase some day" web pages. And since 2004 when I got my PC back together, the Amazon bookmark button has been missing from all their web pages. This wasn't too much of a problem as all I had to do was put the mouse pointer over where it should of been, click it, and lo, my Wish List page comes up and declares that I have added an item. So after over six years of this nonsense of clicking on an empty location and getting the item Wish Listed, I can now do this from my
just-installed Amazon browser button. I know this sounds trivial, and it isn't a big deal, but for the perps, it signifies a significant advance, especially given the duration before an Amazon add-on was allowed directly in the browser.
A large number of fuzzy maser balls have been coming off items in my immediate proximity and coming at me, often slowly drifting. Often these fuzzy balls come at me in pairs, and if I move my head because I cannot stand the visual perturbance, they are re-arranged to be in front of me again. There is no relief from this insane invasion.
2000h
A screaming rage show when I found out that I got screwed into clobbering a site download into an existing one, rendering the directory totally confusing as to what page what file belongs to. The the 290 page site is taking 10x longer to download the second time after I cleaned out the mess to start again. There are some interesting sites that should not go unnoticed, and I download these, though three only so far. I am totally pissed that I got set up to do a download twice, all to have the latter dowload take so long, and its task bar button flickering between yellow and green. Which is what the big deal for the perps is; slowly changing colors, over 20 to 50 minutes or so. Now I see the job stalled out and stopped, an apparent sever error. Why is it the perps have to fuck everything I do, from the simplest things on up?
And the second smaller download is now stalled out; two downloads that worked perfectly fine, except they were into the same directory (read, total mind fuck) leading to total confusion had to be redone, and then neither of them completed, getting a supposed server error. This is totally fucking sick that I am not allowed to dowload free and availible material for my own use.
2300h
Doing resume update and re-work while music is playing in my headphones. I am reminded of a big perp moment with overhead rumbling noise that gets layered on when saving files, copy/paste etc.
Enough high excitement and now blogging off.
I went to my in-town brother's this morning, as I am the assigned cat and house care person, attending to his viscious feline, likely deranged because he keeps it inside all the time. The house smells of it, and he doesn't seem to get it that he will be in for a big bill to clean it up afterwards. I do this every two days, and that includes the disgusting litter box duty.
I also look after the mail, and was also obliged to deal with the freaking newspaper, even if it had been cancelled by him for the duration of his holiday. Why, the newspaper carrier suddenly re-started his delivery after stopping it for over a week. That meant coming back inside the house when I was set to go, and then doing the cancellation to find out that it had already been cancelled. So I get to make another call with plenty of on-hold time to talk to a real person to end the unexpected newspaper delivery. That was two days ago, and then today, when I get there, I see an older newspaper somehow arrived in the house, still in its plastic bag. Like WTF; I cleaned up the front porch of all newspapers two days ago (Thursday), and somehow an Tuesday newspaper arrives inside the door. Plus, it seems that a heater got moved. No matter, the house is in good hands, because if it isn't me, it is one of his abetting perps who is doing these silly games.
I had a "sticky" gangstalker on me when outbound; she "happened" to be ahead of me on the way to the bus, then on the same bus at the same bus stop, then got off behind me at the same stop, and then continued to walk behind me at my same fast walk, then crossed the road to tail me for some 12 minutes of walking before she disappeared over the hill. It is rare that I get someone who walks as fast as I can, but even if 6" shorter, she could, and made the most of it. I call these ones "fellow travellers", the ones that get on and off at the same bus stops as I do, but she went one further, covering me on street before the bus stop, and again when I got off. A first for this level of extra obvious coverage.
And when walking back, a woman with the same color hair, but different clothing, also "happened" to be covering me from the other side of the street, strangely waiting to cross at the pedestrian activated crossing, and then giving up, and continuing on the same way.
1410h
A sudden ear itch that had to be attended to by first removing my earmuffs at the instant of re-reading the above mentioned phrase, "sticky gangstalker" as well as the woman's image being placed in mind. Exciting moment for perps, and also telling as to the level of detail they pursue me at.
Other "big events" for the perps would be the inclusion of the much offered Amazon bookmark symbol in my Firefox browser. Normally I don't like to clog my browser with other commercial products, but since I bookmark interesting things extensively, or alternatively, put them in my Amazon Wish List, I have a large collection of "might purchase some day" web pages. And since 2004 when I got my PC back together, the Amazon bookmark button has been missing from all their web pages. This wasn't too much of a problem as all I had to do was put the mouse pointer over where it should of been, click it, and lo, my Wish List page comes up and declares that I have added an item. So after over six years of this nonsense of clicking on an empty location and getting the item Wish Listed, I can now do this from my
just-installed Amazon browser button. I know this sounds trivial, and it isn't a big deal, but for the perps, it signifies a significant advance, especially given the duration before an Amazon add-on was allowed directly in the browser.
A large number of fuzzy maser balls have been coming off items in my immediate proximity and coming at me, often slowly drifting. Often these fuzzy balls come at me in pairs, and if I move my head because I cannot stand the visual perturbance, they are re-arranged to be in front of me again. There is no relief from this insane invasion.
2000h
A screaming rage show when I found out that I got screwed into clobbering a site download into an existing one, rendering the directory totally confusing as to what page what file belongs to. The the 290 page site is taking 10x longer to download the second time after I cleaned out the mess to start again. There are some interesting sites that should not go unnoticed, and I download these, though three only so far. I am totally pissed that I got set up to do a download twice, all to have the latter dowload take so long, and its task bar button flickering between yellow and green. Which is what the big deal for the perps is; slowly changing colors, over 20 to 50 minutes or so. Now I see the job stalled out and stopped, an apparent sever error. Why is it the perps have to fuck everything I do, from the simplest things on up?
And the second smaller download is now stalled out; two downloads that worked perfectly fine, except they were into the same directory (read, total mind fuck) leading to total confusion had to be redone, and then neither of them completed, getting a supposed server error. This is totally fucking sick that I am not allowed to dowload free and availible material for my own use.
2300h
Doing resume update and re-work while music is playing in my headphones. I am reminded of a big perp moment with overhead rumbling noise that gets layered on when saving files, copy/paste etc.
Enough high excitement and now blogging off.
Friday, December 03, 2010
Noise Confluence -got wiped
2310h
And I see my posting was totally wiped out by a blatant takeover of this PC; a number of entries detailing the fucking overhead noise abuse that went on this afternoon were wiped out. Then later total cognitive abuse over making two entries into Quicken that became a 25 minute rage-ification Fuckover was also journalled, and lo, if they didn't lift my fingers off the keyboard and then this screen went blank and then they saved it. All gone.
So, in summary, the assholes pounded the 12" of concrete floor/ceiling overhead like never before. They also put on drilling noise, rumbling noise, clatter, dropped object noise, all as if there was no carpet upstairs and I was there. I have never known so much noise to get through that thickness of concrete, but as I have come to appreciate, sounds can be manipulated remotely and come from anywhere, even if illogical by conventional means. And as it is late, I won't re-key all this in, but suffice to say I am totally pissed over this sabotage as to what I blog, especially after all the other noise bullshit that went on.
And I see my posting was totally wiped out by a blatant takeover of this PC; a number of entries detailing the fucking overhead noise abuse that went on this afternoon were wiped out. Then later total cognitive abuse over making two entries into Quicken that became a 25 minute rage-ification Fuckover was also journalled, and lo, if they didn't lift my fingers off the keyboard and then this screen went blank and then they saved it. All gone.
So, in summary, the assholes pounded the 12" of concrete floor/ceiling overhead like never before. They also put on drilling noise, rumbling noise, clatter, dropped object noise, all as if there was no carpet upstairs and I was there. I have never known so much noise to get through that thickness of concrete, but as I have come to appreciate, sounds can be manipulated remotely and come from anywhere, even if illogical by conventional means. And as it is late, I won't re-key all this in, but suffice to say I am totally pissed over this sabotage as to what I blog, especially after all the other noise bullshit that went on.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Wall Pounding
1100h
wall pounding and tapping has started up, and managed to get through the earmuffs that I had on. Anytime the perps want a specific noise heard through hearing protection, they can arrange it. Even the faint noises can "somehow" get through if they deem it neccessary. I suspect the earmuffs are a method to arrange for sounds to be heard in deeper neural structures. First is a campaign to create the noise as familiar without hearing protection, and then create annoyance noises to have me put the hearing protection, and lo, if the familiar noise doesn't later slip past the hearing protection. Apply and reinterate, for years now.
More wacko dreams in the night again; my unpleasant dream failsafe capabilities have been defeated this year, and now these dream intrusions can be sustained for far longer and much more vividly than ever happened before 2008. Take that to your doctor and have him explain it, which I did. He made a note in his chart, and asked another question. A life-long (54 years) normal neural mechanism/response suddenly stops working in conjunction with dreams of a nature and duration that never occured before. Hmm, why is it me that is only asking the questions?
1430h
Now, overhead pounding has started up for some reason, possibly to get through the hearing protective earmuffs that I am wearing. Earlier, there was incessant diesel engine noise, and that has returned once the earmuffs have been taken off. Regular readers will know that if the above partment was like any other, it would have carpeted floors overhead, and yet the pounding suggests that is not the case. I wonder where this would go if I complained to the building manager. Nowhere, like any other apartment complaint with supposed neighbors. If this apartment is managed like the last four, and it does seem that way, there are no real neighbors as the building has been emptied in advance of my tenancy. This also seemed true for the three places that I lived in Seattle from 1999 to 2002.
2130h
I see that Rachael O. is getting extremely pissed at the harassment and gangstalking as detailed on her blog posting. She writes like I sound when dealing with perp jerkarounds in this apartment usually, though they are pulling them at my one hour cleaning job. Adding dirt back onto just-cleaned carpets and floors seems to be fun for them. I cannot imagine the mindset of the cretins that plan and perpetrate these inanities, but it gets extremely wearing to say the least. Cranking someone's angst for over five years all the time is decidedly sadistic and fucking depraved. One of my rage-ification lines, (actually, likely supplied by the perps themselves) is "your have fucked me enough, go and fuck your own kind for once". In her unfortuneate case, she has to deal with childhood abuse that she knows of, and the downstream traumatizations from it. I have no major recalled childhood traumatizations, but seemingly I was given recall deletion, possibly before trauma reactions became stored, but this is no Get Out of Jail Free card, as there is subconscious recollections that the perps cannot yet dislodge and then fuck with (delete). Which it seems, is why I get this fucking freakshow of gangstalkers and setups, all to stimulate subconscious recall which I assume the perps can remotely detect, as I cannot. So it seems that part of the program of adult abuse, harassment and gangstalking is childhood abuse and traumatization. Like, they don't get it; go fuck your own kind and leave TI's alone, every last one of them. And let them take a baseball bat to dozen of prime Fuckwits that have been messing with them.
Instead, what do I get? More laterally flying food and water droplets that magically scoot sideways through no applied force from me. Today's lunch making was an example; I am grating cheese over the tortilla in the fry pan and have the grater about 2" above the surface of the tortilla for grated cheese to drop directly below into a heap. Not good enough for the Fuckwits apparently; one grated chunck of cheese flys sideways by 2' to land on the window sill. Later small chunks of cheese "arrive" under my fingertips, another one "happens" to fall off onto the floor, and so it goes; cheese contact sampling for remote energetics interaction it would seem. Cheese is a big deal for the Fuckwits, just like bread, or more likely, the gluten in bread.
The water flicking is also getting stupider; as I am about to start shaving my face and am wringing out the face cloth, water shoots out and contacts the can of shaving foam and leaving a trail of water from it to the edge of the sink. This is a method to retain the properties of the water at the outset of shaving and its direct interaction with the shaving foam can. I reckon they will compare this energetics interaction to that of the foam applied directly to my face with the water applied from the same face cloth. And water flickings are showing up all over, and in places that make no sense as there wasn't water nearby. I reckon the runny nose fuckery, usually in concert with eating or drinking brown colored foods or liquids is also part of this same water placement inanity.
I had yoga earlier today, my once per week class that gets so much attention on the street after I get out and return back to my place. The perps continue to wobble me while doing balances, and I can feel them pushing me with their forcefield games, as my balance isn't that bad. And of course, a new balance pose gets extra applied fuckery to force my feet back onto the mat.
Whenever I get out of yoga there is always an immediate flush of some stunt from the perp's repetoire; today it was following me with a male gangstalker with two mid-blue colored plastic bins, one nested into the other, but skewed to expose more of the top bin. He erupted from a stairwell when I was walking by in the opposite direction, he turned 180 degrees behind me and then jaywalked to then parallel me for 40' and then "ended up" meeting me at the corner again after I had turned 90 degrees and crossed the street. It seemed that the fucker was making his turn immediately behind me while I had turned 90 degrees on the other side of the street about 30 seconds before him. Anyhow, he made out he was delivering them to a street parked commercial van and that was the end of that stunt. Then the posse of vagrants and fuckwits came on, backlit for the most part and with shade/lighting games to ensure that they were seen only in highlighted features, not the full natural light conditions. Suffice to say, many of them were wearing red, and on their cell phones.
2245h
Send a prayer for Rachael O. whose angst is so very apparent, and that she find freedom from her tormentors. Calling this one done, even if I haven't related the full measure of the jerkarounds and bizarre public behaviors of my captors.
wall pounding and tapping has started up, and managed to get through the earmuffs that I had on. Anytime the perps want a specific noise heard through hearing protection, they can arrange it. Even the faint noises can "somehow" get through if they deem it neccessary. I suspect the earmuffs are a method to arrange for sounds to be heard in deeper neural structures. First is a campaign to create the noise as familiar without hearing protection, and then create annoyance noises to have me put the hearing protection, and lo, if the familiar noise doesn't later slip past the hearing protection. Apply and reinterate, for years now.
More wacko dreams in the night again; my unpleasant dream failsafe capabilities have been defeated this year, and now these dream intrusions can be sustained for far longer and much more vividly than ever happened before 2008. Take that to your doctor and have him explain it, which I did. He made a note in his chart, and asked another question. A life-long (54 years) normal neural mechanism/response suddenly stops working in conjunction with dreams of a nature and duration that never occured before. Hmm, why is it me that is only asking the questions?
1430h
Now, overhead pounding has started up for some reason, possibly to get through the hearing protective earmuffs that I am wearing. Earlier, there was incessant diesel engine noise, and that has returned once the earmuffs have been taken off. Regular readers will know that if the above partment was like any other, it would have carpeted floors overhead, and yet the pounding suggests that is not the case. I wonder where this would go if I complained to the building manager. Nowhere, like any other apartment complaint with supposed neighbors. If this apartment is managed like the last four, and it does seem that way, there are no real neighbors as the building has been emptied in advance of my tenancy. This also seemed true for the three places that I lived in Seattle from 1999 to 2002.
2130h
I see that Rachael O. is getting extremely pissed at the harassment and gangstalking as detailed on her blog posting. She writes like I sound when dealing with perp jerkarounds in this apartment usually, though they are pulling them at my one hour cleaning job. Adding dirt back onto just-cleaned carpets and floors seems to be fun for them. I cannot imagine the mindset of the cretins that plan and perpetrate these inanities, but it gets extremely wearing to say the least. Cranking someone's angst for over five years all the time is decidedly sadistic and fucking depraved. One of my rage-ification lines, (actually, likely supplied by the perps themselves) is "your have fucked me enough, go and fuck your own kind for once". In her unfortuneate case, she has to deal with childhood abuse that she knows of, and the downstream traumatizations from it. I have no major recalled childhood traumatizations, but seemingly I was given recall deletion, possibly before trauma reactions became stored, but this is no Get Out of Jail Free card, as there is subconscious recollections that the perps cannot yet dislodge and then fuck with (delete). Which it seems, is why I get this fucking freakshow of gangstalkers and setups, all to stimulate subconscious recall which I assume the perps can remotely detect, as I cannot. So it seems that part of the program of adult abuse, harassment and gangstalking is childhood abuse and traumatization. Like, they don't get it; go fuck your own kind and leave TI's alone, every last one of them. And let them take a baseball bat to dozen of prime Fuckwits that have been messing with them.
Instead, what do I get? More laterally flying food and water droplets that magically scoot sideways through no applied force from me. Today's lunch making was an example; I am grating cheese over the tortilla in the fry pan and have the grater about 2" above the surface of the tortilla for grated cheese to drop directly below into a heap. Not good enough for the Fuckwits apparently; one grated chunck of cheese flys sideways by 2' to land on the window sill. Later small chunks of cheese "arrive" under my fingertips, another one "happens" to fall off onto the floor, and so it goes; cheese contact sampling for remote energetics interaction it would seem. Cheese is a big deal for the Fuckwits, just like bread, or more likely, the gluten in bread.
The water flicking is also getting stupider; as I am about to start shaving my face and am wringing out the face cloth, water shoots out and contacts the can of shaving foam and leaving a trail of water from it to the edge of the sink. This is a method to retain the properties of the water at the outset of shaving and its direct interaction with the shaving foam can. I reckon they will compare this energetics interaction to that of the foam applied directly to my face with the water applied from the same face cloth. And water flickings are showing up all over, and in places that make no sense as there wasn't water nearby. I reckon the runny nose fuckery, usually in concert with eating or drinking brown colored foods or liquids is also part of this same water placement inanity.
I had yoga earlier today, my once per week class that gets so much attention on the street after I get out and return back to my place. The perps continue to wobble me while doing balances, and I can feel them pushing me with their forcefield games, as my balance isn't that bad. And of course, a new balance pose gets extra applied fuckery to force my feet back onto the mat.
Whenever I get out of yoga there is always an immediate flush of some stunt from the perp's repetoire; today it was following me with a male gangstalker with two mid-blue colored plastic bins, one nested into the other, but skewed to expose more of the top bin. He erupted from a stairwell when I was walking by in the opposite direction, he turned 180 degrees behind me and then jaywalked to then parallel me for 40' and then "ended up" meeting me at the corner again after I had turned 90 degrees and crossed the street. It seemed that the fucker was making his turn immediately behind me while I had turned 90 degrees on the other side of the street about 30 seconds before him. Anyhow, he made out he was delivering them to a street parked commercial van and that was the end of that stunt. Then the posse of vagrants and fuckwits came on, backlit for the most part and with shade/lighting games to ensure that they were seen only in highlighted features, not the full natural light conditions. Suffice to say, many of them were wearing red, and on their cell phones.
2245h
Send a prayer for Rachael O. whose angst is so very apparent, and that she find freedom from her tormentors. Calling this one done, even if I haven't related the full measure of the jerkarounds and bizarre public behaviors of my captors.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Everything Stops for Tea
1530h
I love that John Baldry album, Everything Stops for Tea, as it deflates some of that pomposity I so loathe. But in fact, the sirens started when I was pouring the boiled water from the kettle into the teapot where the green tea leaves sit for steeping. Making tea, including the steeping time while the color changes, is a big harassment situation, and they made sure I was reminded about it today. There were sirens for when I was pouring the water, and then about four minutes later while sitting 8' away journally and after further color change, visible through my glass Bodum teapot. The assholes have gone extra rabid over other color changes too; flushing the toilet, so the water color passes from yellow tinged to colorless, their shit games, and then the recent "brown rust" color games that emanated from the three faucets after the water supply shutdown they neglected to inform me about in advance earlier this week.
And when I got up to pour my tea into a mug, why, there were the flashing ambulance and firetruck lights right outside my place, some six stories below, in place for me while drinking tea and eating chocolate. The perps' surrogates stopped by for tea it would seem. Regular readers will know how the perps are totally beserk over brown colors, and my contact with anything that is this color, especially when in my mouth and less than an inch from my brain. The harassment has a very strong neural investigation component (slightly understated, har, har), and it isn't too much of a surprise that one's mouth is a perp's battleground to wage their covert neural research agenda, though in my case, they have gone overt since 04-2002. Hence the near universality of the gangstalkers with their tongues hanging out, mouths agape, eating food (often bread, to add in "bread stalking"), spitting, and even puking a few times. (Yes, puking on the street is nothing new, and even spitting has now become the imposed "normal").
Here is part of the "action" outside my apartment less than an hour ago, and I see that the picture import feature of Blogger has suddenly "failed", and I cannot import any other photos after I was jerked around by the selected ones not all importing into Blogger. The rule of TI existence is, you are never allowed do anything once, but at least twice: once for us (the SS), and then for you. This is a zoom in of the idiot show, a police vehicle was also added into the mix, hence the red flash illuminations.
Other side action while the "emergency show" was in progress was to keep up the red colored vehicle testing, presumably as a benchmark to the introduction of the above flashing red lights. The perps put on colored vehicle shows all the time, often with some colored "book ends" and then a transiting same colored vehicle between them. The cardinality and directionality are also important as the distance dependent parameters that they seem to be testing/harassing me for.
2030h
Well, it seems that this one hour per day job isn't going to last that long. I see the strains of planted dissonance have been sustained, now only the third day on the job. The boss claims that it can be done in an hour, when it took me 1.75 hours yesterday, and 1.65 hours today. How can 45 minutes be shaved off a 1 hour 45 minute job and still be able to do it all. I was hauling ass tonight, and no backtracking as I learn about all the locations and the routine, even breaking into an sweati, (likely perp imposed) . I don't know what the "secret" is to speeding up the job so substantially, but it doesn't strike me as doing anything incremental. Either I am getting placed into some time warp, or my watch is getting fucked with (not tonight after checking it out), or there is another agenda focussed on job duration. It might be the preplanned dissonance that will ultimately develop into parting ways. The perps have the end of a gig planned before it begins, and they like specific issues to fester, especially if related to their objectives, one being the topic related to time. And to cap it off after his earlier snits over leaving the mop in the cleaning bucket, when he hadn't informed me about this before, he then gives me a printed list of all what is to be done. And lo, if there isn't more places and items to clean that he did not show me. Not much prospect for shaving this job duration down, and I suspect it will become a bigger issue rather than a smaller one as he was suggesting once I get "experienced".
And to add to the gangstalking action, it was inventory day, so there were about five fuckwits coursing about, though none slowed me up significantly. But they did have that perp ability to arrive at a location immediately preceding me needing to access the same location in the course of my cleaning duties. One of the loitering shiftless ones was smoking a cigarette in the service area, "happening" twice before I passed through there. Then they all came out to wash their hands in the service area sink while I had to wait for them until I could use it for filling up the floor mopping bucket. The boss didn't tell me what to put in the bucket besides water, so I used some of the disinfectant spray I had been using everywhere else. Funny how he didn't ask, and yet expected me to know all the same.
I reckon this cleaning gig might last a month before some event or pre-scripted issue comes to a head. Which suggests that they still don't want me to work in one jobsite for very long, as they nixed my volunteering at a local office last year after about five visits or so. The summer's daffodil picking meant that I was moving along the rows in the field, along with others, so the relocation aspect was met in that way.
2115h
The perps pulled a classic stunt tonight; I was cleaning the glass doors with a piece of paper towel, and put it down as it got soggy. As my hand was moving toward the glass door, the fuckers put that same piece of paper towel back in my hand. Of course I was pissed off, as even placing an object down isn't allowed. It was a new and blatant harassment that was quite over the top and without the usual pretense of creating a situation where I wasn't looking, or it "caught up" on something. Another bastion of conventional normality has been breached by the Sureptiticious Sickos, the SS.
The perps also got me rage-ified tonight in advance of going to my job; it was a making tortillas from scratch, the same way that I have been doing it for over six years, and they flicked food and water around, pulled objects from my grasp, created plenty of extra noise of no ostensible cause, and a number of other imposed vexations and made sure that I got plenty pissed about it. A "warm up" event it seemed, all to create more auric energies for them to be able to detect from their remote locations. I read about someone who could see auras, and that there was a very long trail of this energy if the person was stressed. Regular readers will know that pissing me off is the perps' play of first resort, as this enhances the interaction with other energetic sources, particularly gangstalkers, and especially if I have had an association with the person in the past. Hence, the perp's need to have morphovers, the gangstalkers who know me but are disguised as someone else.
I was out earlier at the LD store this morning to get a newspaper and some drug store items, and they had their Fuckwits arranged for me to either pass by while they were "standing around" (and looking totally stupid), or else positioned exactly where I needed to go. They had the soap section packed with at least five gangstalkers so I didn't bother to get any, and then the chocolate section had a sub 5' tall woman parked exactly where I needed to access, and had her head about 6" away from the display I needed to get to. In other words, placement of the head is very important to the perps, and they wanted this Fuckwit to be exactly where I was to reach to maximize the brown color exposure time. I have never seen their gangstalkers to be so obvious in a store before, but there is always a first time. Said woman gangstalker "joined me" at the checkout, arriving two customers behind me.
It was plain that the above LD store gangstalking was from more Unfavored demographic groups; geriatrics, male gut strutters and male waddlers. I find it funny that they will specialize in a few Unfavored demographic groups rather than mix them up as they usually do. This shopping area has outside benches and it was surprising to see the number of Fuckwits sitting on wet and cold steel, pretending to be casually lounging around. Ditto for the supermarket which I had to visit as the LD store did not have the newspaper in. While there, more male loungers outside at the tables, and the instant I cast a derisive glance, they suddenly spin their head to look away. Fucking bizarre.
2201h
More knee torquing torture tonight while reading my regular blogs; the perps also had me with my earmuffs on and made a pounding noise that got through, often in concert with having my leg twisted below my knee. They like to do this because the pain sensations are recieved directly in the brainstem area where they seem to be fixated if the maser strikes though the neck are a usefull clue. At the same time, they wouldn't let me read for full comprehension, and instead, had me flit about, reading portions here and there, and never being allowed to attain reading continuity. Nothing new there, just that there was the siultaneous knee torquing and thumping through the earmuffs.
I am going to call this one done for the day as it is clear that my onine time is being constrained tonight, and the typo sabotage has just increased to rage-ification levels.
I love that John Baldry album, Everything Stops for Tea, as it deflates some of that pomposity I so loathe. But in fact, the sirens started when I was pouring the boiled water from the kettle into the teapot where the green tea leaves sit for steeping. Making tea, including the steeping time while the color changes, is a big harassment situation, and they made sure I was reminded about it today. There were sirens for when I was pouring the water, and then about four minutes later while sitting 8' away journally and after further color change, visible through my glass Bodum teapot. The assholes have gone extra rabid over other color changes too; flushing the toilet, so the water color passes from yellow tinged to colorless, their shit games, and then the recent "brown rust" color games that emanated from the three faucets after the water supply shutdown they neglected to inform me about in advance earlier this week.
And when I got up to pour my tea into a mug, why, there were the flashing ambulance and firetruck lights right outside my place, some six stories below, in place for me while drinking tea and eating chocolate. The perps' surrogates stopped by for tea it would seem. Regular readers will know how the perps are totally beserk over brown colors, and my contact with anything that is this color, especially when in my mouth and less than an inch from my brain. The harassment has a very strong neural investigation component (slightly understated, har, har), and it isn't too much of a surprise that one's mouth is a perp's battleground to wage their covert neural research agenda, though in my case, they have gone overt since 04-2002. Hence the near universality of the gangstalkers with their tongues hanging out, mouths agape, eating food (often bread, to add in "bread stalking"), spitting, and even puking a few times. (Yes, puking on the street is nothing new, and even spitting has now become the imposed "normal").
Here is part of the "action" outside my apartment less than an hour ago, and I see that the picture import feature of Blogger has suddenly "failed", and I cannot import any other photos after I was jerked around by the selected ones not all importing into Blogger. The rule of TI existence is, you are never allowed do anything once, but at least twice: once for us (the SS), and then for you. This is a zoom in of the idiot show, a police vehicle was also added into the mix, hence the red flash illuminations.
Other side action while the "emergency show" was in progress was to keep up the red colored vehicle testing, presumably as a benchmark to the introduction of the above flashing red lights. The perps put on colored vehicle shows all the time, often with some colored "book ends" and then a transiting same colored vehicle between them. The cardinality and directionality are also important as the distance dependent parameters that they seem to be testing/harassing me for.
2030h
Well, it seems that this one hour per day job isn't going to last that long. I see the strains of planted dissonance have been sustained, now only the third day on the job. The boss claims that it can be done in an hour, when it took me 1.75 hours yesterday, and 1.65 hours today. How can 45 minutes be shaved off a 1 hour 45 minute job and still be able to do it all. I was hauling ass tonight, and no backtracking as I learn about all the locations and the routine, even breaking into an sweati, (likely perp imposed) . I don't know what the "secret" is to speeding up the job so substantially, but it doesn't strike me as doing anything incremental. Either I am getting placed into some time warp, or my watch is getting fucked with (not tonight after checking it out), or there is another agenda focussed on job duration. It might be the preplanned dissonance that will ultimately develop into parting ways. The perps have the end of a gig planned before it begins, and they like specific issues to fester, especially if related to their objectives, one being the topic related to time. And to cap it off after his earlier snits over leaving the mop in the cleaning bucket, when he hadn't informed me about this before, he then gives me a printed list of all what is to be done. And lo, if there isn't more places and items to clean that he did not show me. Not much prospect for shaving this job duration down, and I suspect it will become a bigger issue rather than a smaller one as he was suggesting once I get "experienced".
And to add to the gangstalking action, it was inventory day, so there were about five fuckwits coursing about, though none slowed me up significantly. But they did have that perp ability to arrive at a location immediately preceding me needing to access the same location in the course of my cleaning duties. One of the loitering shiftless ones was smoking a cigarette in the service area, "happening" twice before I passed through there. Then they all came out to wash their hands in the service area sink while I had to wait for them until I could use it for filling up the floor mopping bucket. The boss didn't tell me what to put in the bucket besides water, so I used some of the disinfectant spray I had been using everywhere else. Funny how he didn't ask, and yet expected me to know all the same.
I reckon this cleaning gig might last a month before some event or pre-scripted issue comes to a head. Which suggests that they still don't want me to work in one jobsite for very long, as they nixed my volunteering at a local office last year after about five visits or so. The summer's daffodil picking meant that I was moving along the rows in the field, along with others, so the relocation aspect was met in that way.
2115h
The perps pulled a classic stunt tonight; I was cleaning the glass doors with a piece of paper towel, and put it down as it got soggy. As my hand was moving toward the glass door, the fuckers put that same piece of paper towel back in my hand. Of course I was pissed off, as even placing an object down isn't allowed. It was a new and blatant harassment that was quite over the top and without the usual pretense of creating a situation where I wasn't looking, or it "caught up" on something. Another bastion of conventional normality has been breached by the Sureptiticious Sickos, the SS.
The perps also got me rage-ified tonight in advance of going to my job; it was a making tortillas from scratch, the same way that I have been doing it for over six years, and they flicked food and water around, pulled objects from my grasp, created plenty of extra noise of no ostensible cause, and a number of other imposed vexations and made sure that I got plenty pissed about it. A "warm up" event it seemed, all to create more auric energies for them to be able to detect from their remote locations. I read about someone who could see auras, and that there was a very long trail of this energy if the person was stressed. Regular readers will know that pissing me off is the perps' play of first resort, as this enhances the interaction with other energetic sources, particularly gangstalkers, and especially if I have had an association with the person in the past. Hence, the perp's need to have morphovers, the gangstalkers who know me but are disguised as someone else.
I was out earlier at the LD store this morning to get a newspaper and some drug store items, and they had their Fuckwits arranged for me to either pass by while they were "standing around" (and looking totally stupid), or else positioned exactly where I needed to go. They had the soap section packed with at least five gangstalkers so I didn't bother to get any, and then the chocolate section had a sub 5' tall woman parked exactly where I needed to access, and had her head about 6" away from the display I needed to get to. In other words, placement of the head is very important to the perps, and they wanted this Fuckwit to be exactly where I was to reach to maximize the brown color exposure time. I have never seen their gangstalkers to be so obvious in a store before, but there is always a first time. Said woman gangstalker "joined me" at the checkout, arriving two customers behind me.
It was plain that the above LD store gangstalking was from more Unfavored demographic groups; geriatrics, male gut strutters and male waddlers. I find it funny that they will specialize in a few Unfavored demographic groups rather than mix them up as they usually do. This shopping area has outside benches and it was surprising to see the number of Fuckwits sitting on wet and cold steel, pretending to be casually lounging around. Ditto for the supermarket which I had to visit as the LD store did not have the newspaper in. While there, more male loungers outside at the tables, and the instant I cast a derisive glance, they suddenly spin their head to look away. Fucking bizarre.
2201h
More knee torquing torture tonight while reading my regular blogs; the perps also had me with my earmuffs on and made a pounding noise that got through, often in concert with having my leg twisted below my knee. They like to do this because the pain sensations are recieved directly in the brainstem area where they seem to be fixated if the maser strikes though the neck are a usefull clue. At the same time, they wouldn't let me read for full comprehension, and instead, had me flit about, reading portions here and there, and never being allowed to attain reading continuity. Nothing new there, just that there was the siultaneous knee torquing and thumping through the earmuffs.
I am going to call this one done for the day as it is clear that my onine time is being constrained tonight, and the typo sabotage has just increased to rage-ification levels.
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