Bookmarking and Subsequent Noise Barrage

1030h
Funny how the topic of LSD is making it into the news these days; first, the perps tell me that the reason for the myriad games with the gangstalkerfreakshow in part, and the relentless onslaught of colored plasma and LCD display presentation games with vile reds, violets, purples and fuschias is because they dosed me with that substance in my development years of 2 to 5 y.o. and then deleted my recall of the event, save the subconscious memory, the one they are attempting to stimulate and ameliorate with their color fuckery games. And of course the perps cannot be believed, even if the harassment games support the planted supposition. And so, the inventor of LSD, Albert Hoffman died this week, and it is in the news. And when reading the news piece, and as I write this up, a noise barrage starts up; faux bus noise, a garbage truck, car alarm, faux percussive construction noise (none in this neighborhood currently) and others. Which doesn't prove anything of course. But it is interesting to note the key to spreading this substance to the masses was the CIA, and Timmothy Leary, the prime exponent has been said by himself even, that he was a CIA plant. It could well be true, and if the CIA (Crooks In Action) is the public arm of the perps as I think it is, then that suggests even more conspiratorial control in how LSD came to be widely known and used/abused. And to engage in more speculation, the perps just might be looking for yet more "psi energies" from the LSD experience as I think they are attempting to attain for harassing the hell out of my life and many other TI's. End of conspiratorial and speculative riff for today.

1410h
A shut-in day so far, even if I put in a call to volunteer first thing this morning. That being defined as a get-up time of 0900h, a forced 10 hour sleep. I slept for 8 hours max in the pre-overt harassment days, which were controlled too of course with the semblance of normality.

And the trend is to impose more shut-in days and have less permissible outside activities beyond the regular few; gym, yoga, two stores and the odd visit to the ATM/bank. Another volunteering source has also dried up since January for no apparent reason, and nothing to do with me or my performance. Just more outrageous games in-house, meaning enraging me while typing, making dinner, eating dinner, doing the dishes and other like daily activities they find so exciting. Usually I get brown crumb inundations, where these crumbs from seeming nowhere arrive when engaged in an activity that may, or may not, have any conventional causal event. The toast at breakfast is a classic; there had to have been over a hundred crumbs that "somehow" rained down, often in carefully constructed clusters where the intervening white space of the dinner plate is carefully regulated. The Dimensional Structures of Consciousness book, link on the right, has itemized the consciousness of aggregation" and it seems this is exactly what the perps are up to. Anytime I cute the tortilla in four slices, the perps break out with noisestalking everytime, now for over three years.

And another fuckover stunt of recent increase is the "spittle ejecting" fuckery where when I am ranting at the assholes over typo sabotage, say, they fly spittle out of my mouth for some 2' to cross over the keyboard and then land on my desk in front of the LCD display. Just another day among the sickos.

1515h
My tea and chocolate break is done, and with plenty of rage-ification stunts such as having the chocolate crumbs "fall" from my grasp, desynchronization of my actions and any attendant noise, foiling my grasp and other finger coordination, faked touches and a few others. Naturally, a full-on noise flurry was in place, culminating in an ambulance and accompanying siren noise. The "neighbor" noise has also ramped up for the digestion duration. It is amazing how my many apartment "neighbors" across ten residences since the harassment started have been so consistent in making the same noises. The bus noise has also been increased today, one would think it is arriving every 3 minutes, which I doubt, more like every 20 minutes without looking at the schedule. Now the tapping and hammering noise has started up, presumably for drink and food digestion noise tracking, as it seems they cannot yet understand all the associated energetics yet. The loud mufflered vehicle noise has been also prevalent, the so-called "performance" mufflers, and the Harley Davidson noise has not been heard yet. I am sure that will change, especially after yesterday's barrage.

NB: I have added some more details about yesterday's gangstalking action, as it seems I was recall depleted and not allowed to add it in yesterday. Needless to say, this also prompted more rounds of noisestalking, updating past blog postings.

1540h
Picture time again as I stretch out the recent upload from my camera. Note that I don't take my camera out very much, being mind-controlled to "forget" everytime now.

Taken 04-27-2008, 1115:50h. Two street parked same red colored vehicles outside my place, and a red, mid-grey and silver-grey trio in the adjacent parking lot, facing the opposite direction.












Taken 04-27-2008, 1115:53h. An intervening same red vehicle is passing between the parked vehicles, and is being tailed by silver-grey vehicle, likely as a reference color, as I once owned a vehicle of the same color for 15 years before I gave it up in 2006. The wet road conditions seem to facilitate more perp fuckery, and a rain shower will commonly just preced me stepping or driving outside.












Taken 04-27-2008, 1115:57h. And for the "ketchup and mustard" test, a very common color combination of late, the perps have added a yellow vehicle to pass between the parked vehicles, and again, have added a reference color vehicle in its proximity, the black colored vehicle travelling in the opposite direction.












Taken 04-27-2008, 1116:20h. (More pounding on the floor overhead as I write this one up, and everything else has gone quiet. And when I yelled at the fucker, a plasma flash went off at that same moment.) I count four silver-grey vehicles, one of which has a black plastic pod on the roof, and two white ones, though it is difficult to be sure owing to the color rendition. (This same doubt is of importance as the overhead noise pounding has started up even louder- time to scream at the assholes again and see what else erupts at the same time.) Additionally, there is one black vehicle, one light metallic blue vehicle and a navy blue vehicle, the blue vehicles also being of intense perp interest of late. And for "backup" a commercial delivery vehicle with the tailgate open (what else?) serving as a bare aluminum metallic color reference.














1630h
The overhead pounding has settled down now, and hopefully is done for the day. Clearly, the digestion of food, especially brown colored food, is of intense perp interest, as is the cutting and pasting of pictures, and flipping between the photos here, and their larger sized sources in Picasa. The perps expend a great deal of effort for me to see the same subject matter at two or more differing scales, often between differing applications or web pages, Amazon.com being one example where a list of book titles appears, and then if one is selected, it appears larger and in more detail singly. They cannot get enough of this scale dependent fuckery.

1650h
The overhead vacuuming noise has erupted at the same time the glass bashing noise in the hallway. The perps seem to be noisestalking me over the fact that I was contemplating a purchase of Hoagland's new book, Dark Mission at a in-town bookstore where I have a book gift card. It never ends, it really doesn't matter if I live a dull life, as this is of endless fascination to the assholes who impose this on me.

1735h
This is post-dinner, and lo, if the most loathed Harley Davidson noise hasn't started up. And inexplicable hallway clatter, possibly some kind of device, as this noise has followed me around to at least four residence locations. An Air Loom perhaps?

1800h
More overhead pounding, and me yelling at the assholes, even if my yelling volume was constrained by perp invoked constraints on availible air in my lungs.

2035h
Never to miss a harassment opportunity, the vacuum cleaning has just started up in the hallway, This is totally absurd at this time of day, never mind that it is so rarely done to accomodate all the orchestrated debris outside; an ash pile, paper punch chads, mylar candy wrappers, and other strategically placed harassment props when I am traversing the hallway.

Earlier, some light flashes on the wall behind the LCD display, to "augment" what I was viewing. It never ends.

2250h
More Camelot interview watching, this being Ralph Ring, someone I hadn't heard of before, along with his mentor, Otis T. Carr. More discoveries beckon.

Time to blog off and call this shut-in day done.

A Rare Early Morning

0930h
The perps got me up at 0620h which is up to three hours early going by past get-up times. I was another abnormal normal breakfast, shower, shave and dental hygeine routine, nothing too spectacular in the way of stunts and mind-fuck games.

They are still scrambling the order of what I complete in the bathroom, and create the "need" to get my pills consumed when not having finished dressing. As usual, they are still noisestalking me over pill ingestion, but of late, they want it without me being fully dressed. Plus, they force another back and forth to the bathroom, and it should go without saying, but needless extra trips to where one was is one the the perps biggest mind-fuck plays.

And even if I cleaned my glasses again from the overnight smudging that I get, I am getting more vision impairment fuckery much earlier in the day now, possibly the reason the assholes got me up so early. But like any sleep deficit they create, I will not get overly tired or have any other adverse reaction. This is much different than the past before they got into overt harassment.

And I suspect the assholes will have 100% mind control by month's end, as I rarely get thought stalked unless a "left field" thought comes through. Same for my recall; there has been a sharp increase in the betterment of my recall of perp stunts and oddities of my past, and that must mean the perps are running my recall better than I do myself. Much of the negative opinion I have of the assholes in my self-talk has abated, and to me, that spells mind-control again. And it is not a good thing, as it perturbs my sense of reality. My life has been invaded by psychopathic juvenile delinquents with god-like powers, including mind-control, and they have been nothing but total thankless assholes in their progression of mind control research over the past five years. And now, they have perverted this sense of outrage, and fair minded opinion of their behavior, to accept their transgressions as benign and almost sympathetic. It is fucking outrageous that I cannot maintain my opinion of their behavior in light of my adverse and storied experiences with it.

So in other words, very little of what is being crafted here is genuinely mine; it has been programmed with all the parameters of my thinking patterns which have been progressively gleaned by the perp's thoughtstalking. And it seems, this is not good enough for them, as they are continuing to noisestalk me over the various themes and objectives that I have detailed in these two blogs, A and B. And it should be noted, they just love me to perform the Windows functions of select, copy, paste and link activity, as it gets noisestalked with both squeals of faux seagulls and vehicle brakings, as well as thunderous rumbles from above that purport to emulate sliding glass doors being moved (the loudest ones ever, and are always overhead with a hyperactive manner).

And also, it should be noted, that the above copy, select, paste and link activity was preceded by a forced pee, a routine that has become all too familiar of late.

As always, my movements and activity is covered with plasma and maser activity; this is now to the point of being endemic, and I cannot now trust what I see at first glance as it gets changed on me when I have a second look. And four repeat typos to spell a common word in the previous sentance should be enough to convince most that blatant and high handed mind-fucking is operational to the level of controlling one's fingers, down to keyboard "blunders".

The perps pulled a rain for today; this weather system began within five minutes of me getting back in from my storied short sortie to the grocery store yesterday. This is nothing unusual to have weather changes timed to my comings and goings. I have articulated some of the most improbable cases to my weather savvy in-town brother and all I get from him is an avoidant smirk. On with the show, as the perps deem me to that important. Perhaps the perversity of sending out the street sweeper on Sunday mornings was getting tired.

Though, the rain could be considered a street cleaning operation in advance of the parade tomorrow. It is a huge thing in this city as it is a statutory holiday, and many fine high school bands come up from Washington State as "warm up" for their holiday next weekend. And given that the perps have been obessively relentless in attempting to understand the energetics interaction of people and the substances of concrete and ashphalt, I suspect the weather will be cooperative in having a parade, and that the perps will be monitoring a substantial portion of the parade participants to see if they can accomplish their objectives.

1240h
A car alarm is going off, and as I was reading a film blog, the overhead rumbling started up and then a simultaneous zapping which severly pissed me off. This fuckover stunt was done to me last night, within two minutes of getting to bed. One more time assholes, I fucking hate getting zapped and will see to it that any involved perpetrator gets zapped constantly. I fucking hate getting zapped -is that clear?

1300h
I am getting the on/off overly loud running water noise of putative neighbors; first, no one uses their water in that way, secondly, it would never come in as loud as it is. And there at least another 20 reasons the noise is from the perp's projected noise machine, but I believe I have covered the basics of this planted noise. This same noise has followed me for the last five locations I have lived, and before that, I never heard anyone else's water movement in the pipes in the apartments I have lived in.

And I am getting typo sabotage again, the transpositional fuckaround, where the correct letters of the word are keyed in, but "somehow" get jumbled. And very often for frequent words, the assholes have me make the typos in the same incorrect manner. The perps are still harassing me over the word "the" for chrissakes, and I have had 2.5 years of it so far.

1310h
Now a tapping noise has begun, as if someone were tapping a long nail into a wall in this concrete building. It is not enough to have the elevator clanging away all day, unlike any I have known. And don't forget, there is still hallway banter that "happened" just after the above rant over the zapping I got from the perps. Another improbability.

I suffered the usual food flicking games when making lunch earlier; the chopped chicken just upped and fell of the edge of the cutting board, all by itself. I got mindfucked into leaving the broil element on again, always a joy for the smell that the perps create and effectively assign to that cause. Cutting the torttillas in quarter section is still a big noisestalking event, as it the distribution of tapenade and the chopped chicken, and so it goes. More olive oil got flicked about, and the latest is to flick it onto some bare plaster on the wall that is beside the frypan. This way they can have a series of olive oil flickings over time, something they cannot get enough of as I clean up their fucking messes as a rule.

And a steady rain, continuing as I type, though I expect it too stop soon. I see that the parked vehicle stalking is now over a half block away, which suggests that the perps can figure out my color reactivity from a distance of 300' or so. They have two white colored parked vehicles in file with a light brown metallic colored vehicle. The whites and silver greys vehicles, with black less common, serve as a color reference. There are no end of white litter items where I go, and they also love white clothing labels to "fall" outside the garment when on. The perps also put on white milk buying gangstalkers ahead of me in at the grocery store checkout, and often these fuckers follow me out with it in one hand holding it by the handle with no shopping bag.

Now the overhead pounding and vibration noise is coming on with leg only jerk thrown it for good measure. Again, I cannot possibly imagine that anyone can physically pound 4" of concrete and steel unless wearing specially weighted boots. And theoretically, they have carpeted floors like I do. This emulates what has "happened" in past concrete apartments, except there is more of it here. I was likely deluded by a planted mind-fuck to think that I would have less noise here than the last location, the putative rooming house.

1400h
I am getting more overhead rumbling as I begin this; what is amazing is that the sudden coughing in the hallway act, the daily staple of the past putative rooming house residency, has now come to coughstalk me here. As I was reading the name of "Micheal Moore" in a book review, the coughing noise erupted outside my door. More improbable events.

1555h
More web putzing and bookmarking. For a further trip down the path of inanity the perps are fucking with what I copy from the paste buffer. They sabotage the action and place the contents elsewhere.

And while I have been doing this the fuckers have kept up a sustained pain in my right finger, the mouse button pressing one. Why this now, I have no idea.

1900h
I am getting the heavy monitoring and harassment; the knee torquing torture on my left leg gets enacted each time I think of something off the mind-fuck script. A knee twist for my thoughts perhaps. And the "neighbor" water usage noise is coming in louder than my own use of the kitchen faucet. Amazing.

This is the post mealtime fixation period that the perps have, and I see brown dressed gangstalkers some 120' away, as well as brown vehicles further than that, with a rotation of neighboring vehicles for color interaction games, something which is frequent of late.

Earlier today, the church bells were ringing, which is legit for a Sunday, but they have never been very consistent each time.

And this is the dusk witching hour for the perps, and they will be going without the reflection games tonight, as there is still a cloud cover out.

1915h
I am attempting to read online, and after a minute or so I get a maser sitting in my central vision attempting to stay exactly where I am looking. This can also "happen" for books, where the maser is established exactly where I am looking and attempts to sit on the very word as I am reading it.

The maser and plasma activity in this apartment is of a considerable level that one can see a greyish wispy filamentous maser/energy wave travelling over all major surfaces, e.g. walls, table, floor etc.

2145h
More light and fluffy reading seemed to "solve" some of the vision impairment harassment going on, though it is not going away. Very often the vision impairment is simultaneous with overhead floor whacking, outside noise (usually faked vehicles), and specific keywords, often celebrities or other prominent names.

Sometimes the vision impairments will occur when I am handling something of specific interest; dishes (being cleaned), flicking the shampoo bottle to get the last of the conditioner to the spout etc.

2255h
More noisestalking, but time to call this a wrap for a shut-in day of extended length, getting up two hours early.

Wakeup for Orchestrated Thumping

1035h
Another nightime awakening only to hear, and be thoughtstalked by, the overhead thumping that also returned for my morning routine of breakfast, showering, shaving and dental hygeine. The perps especially like to put on overhead clunking during shaving, one of their current obsessions, still. I had a crimson shirted gangstalker/operative waiting for me as I exited the bathroom, just standing in the hallway waiting for me when I exited the bathroom. He went in, and didn't make a noise while there, which I would of heard as the bathroom is next door. And how did he know I was to exit then; can we say blatant gangstalking in a prime color?

And the perps are parking most of their gangstalker vehicles outside in the shade, and selectively introducing one that is sunlit. This is the same as what they are doing with human faces and figures; placing them in shade, or playing backlit/plasma games, and minimizing the degree of contrast and lighting at fist sight. They even do this for photographs of faces on the online news I read.

The coughing and hacking gang is hard at it; putting on the show and protracting every jag to maximize the duration and noise level.

1125h
The gangstalking/noise flurry level is building up in expectation of me doing the chicken run; acquiring a cooked chicken from the grocery store. And I note that masers have been flying in from outside and through the plexiglas window, so I am assuming they are getting better inside and outside correlation as to the energetics of the two environments. I also had the honor of seeing some brown skinned 6 y.o. chirping like a crow outside my window on the facing stairwell. Dressed in a purple jacket and doing this for no discernable reason, but this is not the first time the perps have put kids on for doing totally absurd acts. Once I asked them what they earned, and they told me it was $20. True or not, who knows, as they seemed ready for the question.

Last night I got the revelous yobos outside this building as my nightime serenade; about a half hour before bedtime, and it was continuous until I fell asleep. The vertical to horizontal transition time is another obsession of the assholes.

1505h
The overhead tromping has erupted, some six continuous "persons" pacing back and forth overhead in a slow decay beat. It beggars belief that anyone would actually function in that way.

The Harley Davidson like motorcycle noise has been ongoing all afternoon since I returned from the chicken run and was allowed to read the newspaper. Normally the paper that I like to read for Saturdays is sold out by the time I get to the grocery store. This time there was a corner-bent copy remaining, and so I became the substantial focus of ongoing vehicular noise for the 1.5 hours that I was reading it. This activity followed eating chicken meat off the carcass, the usual pattern when I take a cooked and hot chicken home. The perps cannot get enough excitement from this, and regularly interfere with me de-fatting it (skin removal) before I eat some off the bird and put the remainder in the fridge.

A new definition for "binder minders" has arisen. Some of the gangstalkers are walking about holding 3 ring binders as if on some business mission. (On a Saturday in this town,- absurd save retail). From what I can tell, they are using these as colored plastic flat reference surfaces for their energy assay activity. They have packed dinner plates in the past (once), but seem to have settled on packing binders around as a plastic equivalent with a plausible cover story. The perps had their operatives dressed up as Amnesty International reps doing a membership drive in some kind of twisted irony, and this was white colored binders. It may well be that they have moved on to other colors, as green was one of them today.

1525h
Now the sniffling act from the next door bathroom has started up, and more motorcycle noise. It seems the perps are up to more noise blending; start one noise while the first one is fading out. More joy for small minds. And plenty of in-my-face plasma action today; normally they like to create a more persistent plasma display in my vision under the pretense of a retina burn from an "inadvertent" look at a bright sunlight reflection. Not today, just plant this in my vision and let it fade over a few minutes. Blue and red are the colors of choice today.

The serial egress of operatives to create more front door closure noise is simultaneously arranged with my mouse clicks and new web page display. The overhead tromping beat also continues in its absurdity. And it is a noise flurry, as the front door closure noise is at frat house levels. 3/5 minutes.

1610h
The annoying, or mind-controlled to be annoying more like, overhead hallway tromping continues. From the noise occurence frequency, it has the level of that of a public library, and more is laid on as I type this. The absurdity level is of lesser importance it seems, and is now all about riling me up, and that only needs to be scripted into my activities with the noise serving as the excuse.

1625h
Back to the same noises after a 10 minute break, and it seems that and brake squealing are "in", with no options but to bear it.

I had the green hair act doing street loitering today; a male in bright green hair was sitting on the concrete sidewalk and leaning against the yellow painted plywood bins that contain clothes in black plastic bags. This the storage "facility" for the used clothing store, where all the action takes place and serves as a cover story for much of the neighborhood noise. The green hair act was at the same location when I departed, and when I returned. Not bad for a 30 minute grocery store visitation (aka chicken run), and this dude marks the first time the perps have planted anyone doing nothing for that length of time. The "just-stand-there" shills and operatives usually dissipate in short order not to be seen again.

And I got the cat act; two bums sitting on a bus stop bench with two cats on a leash; one was all grey, the other all black. I assumed this was part of the colorstalking viewscape, as the perps have been big on their greyscale shades between black and white. This includes vehicle colors and clothing colors.

And in a new gangstalk arrangement, I got the dual couple-stalk; one couple holding hands who "happened" to be near another, and "somehow" configured themselves for me to pass between them. This is an upgrade of the "split couple" stunt where they split apart for me to walk between them.

1730h
This is the post-dinner digestion period and the overhead clunking has just arrived, and the idling diesel truck in the adjacent parking lot has been there for five minutes. Now the church bells of the Ukrainian church have re-started, as they also rung while eating my dinner. This might be an attempt to correlate the noises and their energetic associations. But the number of post-dinner overhead clunkings has been totally consistent. And this is an earlier dinner, when there was still natural light out, and lapsing into dusk as it is now.

So it would seem that there is a connection between the perp's dusk problem and their post-dinner digestion time. Not my problem, why am I being noisestalked in the same way every day over this?

1545h
More diesel engine idling, this time it is revved up, and more vehicles on top of that. The overhead clunking and coincident coughing has also returned. Back to basic noise assault.

1950h
I or the invaded "I", finished my second blog posting of the day in an unfamiliar burst of motivation. And this seems to be a big lead up to being cough stalked, loud muffler vehicles sounding off and yet more plasma games on this LCD display. And in all likelihood, the posting was entirely scripted and arranged totally by mind control. That two confirming sources erupt on one day is unheard of. Anyhow, this posting is coherent and outward looking, rather than the blow by blow journaling that you see here.

Another oddity noise that is getting more airplay these days is the one note dog bark. It sounds like a mid sized dog, but only for one bark, then silence. In the past, more authentic sounding dog barking noise has erupted as a member of the noisescape, but this one has no cover story. There is the similare one note clap sound as well, another truncated noise type with no attributable cause.

2205h
The herd of operatives and the noisescape have been muted for the past hour or so, and are now having a minor resurgence. And of course, timing the noise to web page display changes, and even blinking of my eyes as I refocus through the veil of maser trails they erect in front of the LCD display. Even the overhead clunking has "woken up" to join this mini barrage.

2245h
The natterers below my window have departed, but the big truck fuck is on schedule; two pickup trucks, one in close and another a half block away are both over revving their engines and sitting in one place, not moving on like most would do. And the last of the motorcycle noise I hope; there had to be at least 40 motorcyle noise events today, a significant increase on the last residence.

Time to blog off and call it another dull day under the microscope of the sickos.