1220h
I was about to create a system repair disk when my in-town brother called, and he happened to be in the neighborhood, and wanted to pay me for the last of the laboring work I did at his place. So..., being totally negligent of ever making a system disk for Windows, and weary of the Windows 7 functionality/name changes, I decided to leave the PC running while making a system disc. I chose the green DVD -R disks that are Lightscribed for labelling, the ones that didn't work for some reason a few months ago, and launched before I went downstairs. He was in his small pickup truck across the street, and paid me in orange $50's and green $20's. We chatted a bit while the freakshow coursed by; big red outfits, retards, male ponytails (2), a geriatric red dyed hair act and a few others, not to mention the passing vehicles and cyclists that erupted.
While seated in my brother's truck, I sorted my wallet of the three $50 bills, and the $20's, while sitting beside other bills of the same colors that were loose, and not for me. Anyhow, I departed after a few minutes, and met the manager in the lobby office and talked to him about the dead bulbs in the kitchen lamp, and he said he would get onto it, and would come by shortly. I had left a note in his box but he didn't mention it, and the assistant manager topic came up in the elevator and in response to the manager's question, I explained what had transpired with the assistant manager in his absence over the Easter weekend.
The manager came as I was standing on the chair in the kitchen, taking the flourescent light fixture apart. The new flourescent bulbs had green colored metal ends, curiously, given the gree quotient that was building. Anyhow, new flourescent bulbs are working fine, and it isn't too unusual for the perps to change the lighting in my proximity. All the flourescent fixtures at the college in the building where I had attended evening classes for 2.5 months were changed. Not a smoking gun of perp chicanery by any means, but they do have an abidding interest in having artificial lighting changed more frequently than expected, as well as a long track record of having the outside lights on in the daytime wherever I go; sometimes all of them around a building, sometimes only partial, and sometimes only one street light per block, rotating each week or so.
After the manager was gone, I checked out the running DVD, and it had burned just fine, when it hadn't some months ago. Then there was the Lightscribe application where the software governs the DVD writer and prints a label on the green (in this case), label side. After a series of software jerkarounds to run it for the first time, the disc label did get made after the manager departed. This all sounds so trivial, but the preceding activity of the morning was doing passive web surfing, and just when I was to make a disk of a image backup, everything started happening with the phone call, my in-town brother "happening" by, the manager being availible and the rest of it, a green theme as part of the deal as well, green $20's, and green labeled DVD disk running OK when it hadn't before. All that leads to the question of what role did my PC remaining on while I went down six stories and outside to rub my fingers with orange and green bills in relative daylight have to do with all of it. Can the perps map the PC's blue lights to me outside, or was it all to get me outside for green and orange "readings" and then have me go upstairs to deal with more green colored objects? And that I am wearing an olive green shirt today might also be of interest to the perps, but this topic is already getting tangled and trite enough. As mentioned many times, the perps have no end of interest in all my financial tranactions, from coin vending machines to spending money for groceries or even writing checks and mailing them, so it wasn't too surprising to have extra perps chicanery unfolding on a suddenly arranged (to me) payment.
1620h
OK, a little conspiratorial indulgence, though not from the victim's perspective. A professor studying the use of radio waves to abate cancer got the attention of the remote watchers it would seem, and paid the ultimate price. Which, if you buy into this theory of prior and covert arrangement, suggests that the THEMS must have been monitoring the professor's progress and elected the snuff option at a critical juncture. Something similar "happened" (IMHO) to Dr. Eugene Mallove studying free energy research. And Bruce Depalma (and here) got a case of cancer when he started to proble the underpinings of our current accepted Electromagnetic and Kinetic theory. This "happens" far too often to be coincidence IMHO, and I am not alone in this. In many researcher's opinions, there was similar accerated witness demise of the JFK assasination (and here), and also of the Clinton's Arkansas governship era before he became US president.
1650h
Some noises from outside getting through my earmuffs as I researched and linked the above site links. Hmm, who might have an interest in all this and are they connected?
I am getting plenty of extraneous light/plasma flashes today; blue light from the PC, red flashes in peripherial vision, yellow flashes over white objects, and so it goes. Very often there is an interplay of light flashes with real object similar colors; e.g yellow olive oil on a white plate with a prior yellow flash over a white object. Another variant is after thoroughly cleaning the dinner plate, a yellow flash is arranged in front of it, emulating the olive oil residue that was once there.
2150h
A two hour round of vexation before teatime, with the perps cranking me up with their sabotage, cognitive and PC system in concert, messing up defining a disk device in Linux, and then messing around with the Google search to look up specific terms, e.g. partition label type. Then constant typos over spelling "label" (and again), then they sabotaged an eight page printed document that came out without the examples, unlike the print preview. I suspect the whole idea was to generate vexation and futility, and then have me redefine the disks and partitions with the gparted software again, once in the afternoon, and once in the evening. And with those colors of the tool bars zipping back and forth while waiting for the partitioning to be completed, it is a big deal for the sickos. So much so, that they had me do it twice in widely differing natural light conditions. And I suspect it is also of interest to them with the LCD display turned off while these tool bars are zinging back and forth with a colored timer indicator.
And I see the today's installed flourescent bulbs are rather bright, and with a reddish tone, making the butcher block formica pattern of the kitchen counter to be a reddish brown, and to me, exceptionally pukey. Tommorrow's mission might be to get new flourescent bulbs, the daylight kind, as I simply cannot stand these bulbs in the evening. Or, it could be the plasmic fuckery games, so who knows, but they have to go, and much of the daily battle is about taking away the excuses the perps might leverage.
When I was doing regular hiking when I had my vehicle until mid-2006, the perps would sometimes mess with the cloud colors, and make them have a brownish cast in the summer time. I found this particularly annoying, so I assume that they are still working on my light sensitivities. I have long had hassles with certain flourescent lighting sources, and in one office move, I took the daylight bulbs down and took them to my new office and mounted them and exchanged the extant ones. I can only assume this little vignette was right up their alley, taking the same flourescent bulbs with me to a new office location. The office move was from the S. side to the N. side, so I am sure there was plenty of perp influence on these office moves, about every 18 months or so, and all about their agenda; lighting, concrete exposures, color exposures and who knows what else they were chasing then.
And ongoing plasma beams and splotches, usually transient, in front of this LCD display as I type this, and then while in the kitchen making tea and having chocolate, the evening time tea break. Sometimes these plasma projections are in familiar shapes, like the stovetop burner ring spirals, and other times it seems to be a gratuitous color spatter, perhaps emulating a color I saw somewhere else. I suppose keeping me in these confined quarters keeps the color variability down. My only outing, if one could call it that, was to go downstairs and meet my brother for him to pay me outside. He could of just as easily come in, but I suppose the perp agenda is all important. In a similar incident last year he paid me outside in his vehicle, having just picked me up, and gave me the money as he was turning the first corner. Most TI's and regular readers will know how turning a corner in a BIG PERP EVENT; new rounds of color progressions, extra noise, extra silly gangstalkers turning their head so they don't know where they are going as they turn the corner and like bullshit, all to do with the anisotropic qualities of their plasmic phenomenon they use to exploit TI's with, and also being essential to their remotely sensed objectives.
Onto neutrinos and related things; one being the recent coal mining disasters; one in China, and one in Virginia. Back to conspiracy-speak again, as I don't find that these, or past flurries of mining disasters across the globe were a coincidence as far as timing goes. I have mentioned the "neutrino agenda" as part of the perp's harassement and abuse objectives, tieing in with how closely they manage my exposures to sunlight, and often keep me going in and out of sunlight in the summer time. Last year's berry picking job was a hassle as they kept jerking me around as to when being allowed to work outside, when it is the total work environment. There are certain neutrino types that can only get through the earth, and when one is in a deep mineshaft, one is sheltered from the neutrinos that come from the sun source as well as other cosmic rays. So.. I see that some recent neutrino research, geo-neutrinos has reported out as to their detection of this particular form of anti-neutrino, so who knows why this interests the perps so much, even putting on a screaming siren as I type this up.
I don't expect the topic of neutrinos to be interesting for the readership, but I include it as part of the entire perp scope, and ponder why in the fuck did they jump on my back when such fundamental research is decades from reaching fruition? My only hope is that the perps are covertly covering these neutrino observatories deep in the ground, and there is something else they are looking for that has an earlier payoff. The technical difficulties at one neutrino lab in Canada seemed to have the hallmark of covert perp sabotage, breaking all the glass bulbs of the detectors so it had to be drained and repaired. Any major endeavor of "do it again", "rebuild it" and the like outcomes is my jaundiced take on their covert activity, as I deal with this identical pattern of sabotage all day long, and it could be down to the level of crossing a room, and being forced to do it immediately again because I was fucked into "forgetting" something I had intended to get in the first place. The gangstalker "back and forths" are another example of the "repeat and do it again" practice that has become the perp standard operating prodedure. The bottom line is that I never knew what neutrinos were before all this harassment started up, and incrementally they have introduced me to this topic (by planted news stories) which I find mildly interesting, but really don't care. All I want is to be left alone rather than have the Fuckwits From Hell on me every mortal second. I have long given up the notion of privacy, freedom and the rest of the ideological bromides the Western world population at large lives under. Some TI's have recently expressed gratitude about being informed about the covert and abusive perp agenda at large, thanking them for "waking them up". I say Fuck That; these cowardly sickos rain abuse and tyranny for years without end on selected individuals every second of their days, script them like automons for their entire lives, deprive them of a living (in my and other's cases, but not all), keep them in an orchestrated farce, all to have them coralled into huge nonconsensual experimental agenda they won't declare. When I will be satisfied with justice, there will be a signifcant body count, and that goes down to the assholes that fuck with my typing by invoking typos every other word as this is written.
There are millions of people who die from old age or accidents every year, and they don't have a clue that this pervasive covert agenda is ongoing,and it makes no difference to their lives even if they had believed in a conspiratorial perspective. I would of been much better off continuing to work as I had been, than this wretched and infernal existence I have been confined to and cursed with. Raising tempests in teapots among the disposessed. I'd rather have monthly alien abductions than this abusive depravity.
I have unloaded, as all TI's must, about every week or so, and on that note it is time to blog off as the typo fuckery and the on-screen color augmentations of this text is getting insane.
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Wednesday, April 07, 2010
Monday, July 14, 2008
A Major Monday; the Color of My Money
1920h
That cryptic title refers to an almighty gangstalking show today when I was downtown to recieve my earnings from a casual labor job, and then take the monies to the bank for deposit, as well as getting more rolls of quarters for the infernal laundry machines that are 20 years out of date and don't take one or two dollar coins. As mentioned many times, the perps are totally beserk over the color of the contents of my wallet, especially that of the bills, and go to great lengths to set up stunts and feints to have me use some bills, and not others, and then gangstalk my ass after paying cash, attempting to determine the energetic differences of me and before and after tendering the bills of the specific colors that they had in the script.
Today, I had five colors of money, brown, orange, green, purple, and blue, and after the "bread stalk" in the office I was directed to the responsible person who had a native Indian male in her office, and she wanted me to count out the money with him in there. That was all over in no time, and the swarm was all ready for me with some fucking kid blocking my egress in the office, and then three more swarmers were on me once I got out of the building. The money was in a white envelope and I kept it in my vest pocket and did not integrate it with the contents of my wallet, as the intention was to deposit all of it. I had the usual freak/gangstalk show on the streets, and even the yellow and red plastic garbage bins act was out for some curious reason. I had the furniture moving act as well, the time worn event of an operative lugging furniture on the street, and there is even photos in past blog postings of this very stunt. (I suspect it is for brown color calibration, the particleboard being predominantly brown).
I crossed the main downtown street of Victoria, and there was two tractor trailer loads of 8"x8" lumber, side by side, one a green cab, the other a red one. It is very rare to see this size of lumber anywhere, and even more curious as to where they would be taking it, as there are no locations that would be selling it on the route they were taking. I reckon this was a massive case of "wood stalking", something the perps do all the time, and the above mentioned particle board furniture act may have been part of this scene too.
And lo, if there wasn't a long line at the bank, and the ATM's were busy too. I got the "stare at me" negro woman standing around in the bank foyer, putting on the stare as I entered. I also had a negro dude stare at me when I had exited the apartment elevator, as if he was fully prepared to observe me, turning his head 90 degrees to watch me exit. Anyhow, in the bank, and I had to go through the lineup to get more rolls of quarters as ATM's don't dispense them. I had my "plastic bag woman" two people ahead, picking up the three bags and moving them and then placing them on the floor. I had another negro woman 8' ahead with some way fugly hairdo, and then the perps put an East Indian woman behind in a red shirt who kept nattering to her most unlikely "husband", a large gutted Caucasian dude in a mid-brown shirt. Another lighter brown skinned woman/operative kept cycling between the window seats and this fake multi-racial party behind me. It is becoming more common, especially at the gym, that the perps like to keep me going near the windows and then deep into the building again, or have their operatives do the same thing and cruise by me.
Other shiftless males loitered about in the bank; two of them in identical shirt colors to that of the TD bank's corporate colors, and mid-green speckled tone. One of these weirds had an appointment after loitering around me, and then later came out again, and then somehow, delayed his activities to then gangstalk me on the street once I had exited in the arranged swarm that is becoming "normal" everywhere I go. Why he had this dumbshit beat up cowboy hat I don't know, but it looked fucking stupid in this town. Another of his "same shirt mates" was hanging around leasning against a light green painted pillar, not in a queue even, and that seemed to be OK in the bank. I got the dude teller, and he wasn't too interested in looking at me when I spoke, and acted in the usual fashion of looking sideways just when I "happened" to be looking at him. It is fucking weird that eye contact is so highly constrained among the operatives, shills and like quisling fuckers that parade around me on script. Except for those on staring duty of course. My arguement is that so many individuals are acting in the same way, that it cannot be a coincidence.
I also had my hurl-worthy tatoo gangstalk case while in the bank lineup; one disgusting long haired dude with bare arms was putting on a show beside me, standing around for no fucking reason except for me to see them. As before. if I don't like the sight of tatoos, why am I subjected to this ongoing parade of them arranged everywhere I go? I fucking hate tatoos, and don't want to see another, and this relentless inanity goes on everytime I am in public, and very often when I am online. If I fucking hate tatoos, why is a covert agency parading them all around me to witness them?
And it was no coincidence when driving into downtown from my parent's place, with my mother in the front passenger seat. They had the main thoroughfare dug up, and had it down to one single shared and controlled lane. Back to these games of driving on the opposite side of the road, something they did at least once per week when I owned my vehicle. And I suppose the recent influx of the left-hand drive used Japanese vehicles in this city is all part of these directionality games, seeming to fit the concept that there are certain energetic properties that are different in different directions, the anisotropy of the omniplasma continuum.
And I see that some of what I put in this posting earlier was deleted by the assholes, all to have me do this again for their benefit. Doing something once, no matter how rote or pedantic it may be, is not always allowed and must be disrupted by the assholes who have jumped on me, presumably to repair the psychic damage they inflicted at an earlier time, and which defies their current abilities to be deleted from my subconscious recall.
Here is an excerpt from a post on a TI Harassment forum;
This being a Monday, it is the day that I wake up from an overnight stay at my parent's place, and when I usually attend to some garden maintenance. Today, it was clipping the Mugo Pine that grew too large, and then onto chasing down the blackberry and morning glory weeds with Roundup. Not that I am a "nozzlehead" about herbicides, but the judicious and specific use can save a lot of later grief. I noted the "neighbor noise" started up when I was spraying the herbicide, and then backed off after I finished a particular plant. And I suppose the two garden maintenance activities were also linked in that I was inflicting "damage", from the plant's perspective in the course of clipping the pine, as well as doing the same when applying herbicide to the unwanted weeds.
2130h
I noticed that today's drive into downtown was enhanced with very peculiar reflections off vehicles that were nearly always aimed at me. I have been complaining about the late afternoon "beaming" games from neigboring residential towers that "find" their way into my apartment, and even have some posted photos of this outrageous silly stunt. As intimated three days ago, it seems that isn't enough of an opportunity to direct white light at me, so now, as a faux reflectance stunt, there are these spot beams "coming off" no end of surrounding vehicles or windows, whether in motion or when stopped. Another supporting curiousity is that the beams don't change much as the vehicles travel in shaded conditions; the beams keep "happening" and targeted at me. Even while in transit with a gangstalk vehicle ahead, the beam remains unerringly focussed on me and is irrespective of other light phenomenon, such as having a putative conventional source.
I also notice that there is an increased amount of "stray reflective" flashes that now occur in my apartment, and when at my parent's place this morning. In both cases this has never happened before, and yet "somehow" these flashes are now able to reach deeper into these locations with a sharp image that is placed on the wall or ceiling. The image is one of a rectangle bisected into many more rectangles, and often skewed to be nonorthogonal.
2250h
Another bogus phone call; the wrong number act again, meticulously timed for a high perp harassment moment, clicking between web pages, leaving one site for another.
Time to call this one done, and ponder how many hours it will be before I get to sleep. Nearly all Mondays, the day I return from my parent's place, are fraught with an imposed wakefulness, sometimes going through the whole night, often being kept in a light REM sleep.
That cryptic title refers to an almighty gangstalking show today when I was downtown to recieve my earnings from a casual labor job, and then take the monies to the bank for deposit, as well as getting more rolls of quarters for the infernal laundry machines that are 20 years out of date and don't take one or two dollar coins. As mentioned many times, the perps are totally beserk over the color of the contents of my wallet, especially that of the bills, and go to great lengths to set up stunts and feints to have me use some bills, and not others, and then gangstalk my ass after paying cash, attempting to determine the energetic differences of me and before and after tendering the bills of the specific colors that they had in the script.
Today, I had five colors of money, brown, orange, green, purple, and blue, and after the "bread stalk" in the office I was directed to the responsible person who had a native Indian male in her office, and she wanted me to count out the money with him in there. That was all over in no time, and the swarm was all ready for me with some fucking kid blocking my egress in the office, and then three more swarmers were on me once I got out of the building. The money was in a white envelope and I kept it in my vest pocket and did not integrate it with the contents of my wallet, as the intention was to deposit all of it. I had the usual freak/gangstalk show on the streets, and even the yellow and red plastic garbage bins act was out for some curious reason. I had the furniture moving act as well, the time worn event of an operative lugging furniture on the street, and there is even photos in past blog postings of this very stunt. (I suspect it is for brown color calibration, the particleboard being predominantly brown).
I crossed the main downtown street of Victoria, and there was two tractor trailer loads of 8"x8" lumber, side by side, one a green cab, the other a red one. It is very rare to see this size of lumber anywhere, and even more curious as to where they would be taking it, as there are no locations that would be selling it on the route they were taking. I reckon this was a massive case of "wood stalking", something the perps do all the time, and the above mentioned particle board furniture act may have been part of this scene too.
And lo, if there wasn't a long line at the bank, and the ATM's were busy too. I got the "stare at me" negro woman standing around in the bank foyer, putting on the stare as I entered. I also had a negro dude stare at me when I had exited the apartment elevator, as if he was fully prepared to observe me, turning his head 90 degrees to watch me exit. Anyhow, in the bank, and I had to go through the lineup to get more rolls of quarters as ATM's don't dispense them. I had my "plastic bag woman" two people ahead, picking up the three bags and moving them and then placing them on the floor. I had another negro woman 8' ahead with some way fugly hairdo, and then the perps put an East Indian woman behind in a red shirt who kept nattering to her most unlikely "husband", a large gutted Caucasian dude in a mid-brown shirt. Another lighter brown skinned woman/operative kept cycling between the window seats and this fake multi-racial party behind me. It is becoming more common, especially at the gym, that the perps like to keep me going near the windows and then deep into the building again, or have their operatives do the same thing and cruise by me.
Other shiftless males loitered about in the bank; two of them in identical shirt colors to that of the TD bank's corporate colors, and mid-green speckled tone. One of these weirds had an appointment after loitering around me, and then later came out again, and then somehow, delayed his activities to then gangstalk me on the street once I had exited in the arranged swarm that is becoming "normal" everywhere I go. Why he had this dumbshit beat up cowboy hat I don't know, but it looked fucking stupid in this town. Another of his "same shirt mates" was hanging around leasning against a light green painted pillar, not in a queue even, and that seemed to be OK in the bank. I got the dude teller, and he wasn't too interested in looking at me when I spoke, and acted in the usual fashion of looking sideways just when I "happened" to be looking at him. It is fucking weird that eye contact is so highly constrained among the operatives, shills and like quisling fuckers that parade around me on script. Except for those on staring duty of course. My arguement is that so many individuals are acting in the same way, that it cannot be a coincidence.
I also had my hurl-worthy tatoo gangstalk case while in the bank lineup; one disgusting long haired dude with bare arms was putting on a show beside me, standing around for no fucking reason except for me to see them. As before. if I don't like the sight of tatoos, why am I subjected to this ongoing parade of them arranged everywhere I go? I fucking hate tatoos, and don't want to see another, and this relentless inanity goes on everytime I am in public, and very often when I am online. If I fucking hate tatoos, why is a covert agency parading them all around me to witness them?
And it was no coincidence when driving into downtown from my parent's place, with my mother in the front passenger seat. They had the main thoroughfare dug up, and had it down to one single shared and controlled lane. Back to these games of driving on the opposite side of the road, something they did at least once per week when I owned my vehicle. And I suppose the recent influx of the left-hand drive used Japanese vehicles in this city is all part of these directionality games, seeming to fit the concept that there are certain energetic properties that are different in different directions, the anisotropy of the omniplasma continuum.
And I see that some of what I put in this posting earlier was deleted by the assholes, all to have me do this again for their benefit. Doing something once, no matter how rote or pedantic it may be, is not always allowed and must be disrupted by the assholes who have jumped on me, presumably to repair the psychic damage they inflicted at an earlier time, and which defies their current abilities to be deleted from my subconscious recall.
Here is an excerpt from a post on a TI Harassment forum;
Then a question arises as to why the patterns of electronicAn interesting observation, and one that I wasn't allowed to determine as the perps keep me totally clueless as to what the moon is doing at any given calendar day. Now, it would seem, they want me to know, and I suppose if I was eager, I could go through these postings and check on the harassment level and attempt to correlate it to the moon cycles. I would not be surprised if this were true, as I have noted that they also lay on extra gangstalking and inane stunts on solstices as well.
harassment are virtually identical on a global basis.
This includes the perps' routine practice of intensifying harassment
during the roughly ten days preceding the full moon -- at the same
time, globally, in the case of virtually ALL TIs -- and backing down
on a gradual basis following the full moon, again on a global basis.
Same global pattern over and over and over.
This being a Monday, it is the day that I wake up from an overnight stay at my parent's place, and when I usually attend to some garden maintenance. Today, it was clipping the Mugo Pine that grew too large, and then onto chasing down the blackberry and morning glory weeds with Roundup. Not that I am a "nozzlehead" about herbicides, but the judicious and specific use can save a lot of later grief. I noted the "neighbor noise" started up when I was spraying the herbicide, and then backed off after I finished a particular plant. And I suppose the two garden maintenance activities were also linked in that I was inflicting "damage", from the plant's perspective in the course of clipping the pine, as well as doing the same when applying herbicide to the unwanted weeds.
2130h
I noticed that today's drive into downtown was enhanced with very peculiar reflections off vehicles that were nearly always aimed at me. I have been complaining about the late afternoon "beaming" games from neigboring residential towers that "find" their way into my apartment, and even have some posted photos of this outrageous silly stunt. As intimated three days ago, it seems that isn't enough of an opportunity to direct white light at me, so now, as a faux reflectance stunt, there are these spot beams "coming off" no end of surrounding vehicles or windows, whether in motion or when stopped. Another supporting curiousity is that the beams don't change much as the vehicles travel in shaded conditions; the beams keep "happening" and targeted at me. Even while in transit with a gangstalk vehicle ahead, the beam remains unerringly focussed on me and is irrespective of other light phenomenon, such as having a putative conventional source.
I also notice that there is an increased amount of "stray reflective" flashes that now occur in my apartment, and when at my parent's place this morning. In both cases this has never happened before, and yet "somehow" these flashes are now able to reach deeper into these locations with a sharp image that is placed on the wall or ceiling. The image is one of a rectangle bisected into many more rectangles, and often skewed to be nonorthogonal.
2250h
Another bogus phone call; the wrong number act again, meticulously timed for a high perp harassment moment, clicking between web pages, leaving one site for another.
Time to call this one done, and ponder how many hours it will be before I get to sleep. Nearly all Mondays, the day I return from my parent's place, are fraught with an imposed wakefulness, sometimes going through the whole night, often being kept in a light REM sleep.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Pounding Concrete
1040h
It is both siren time and overhead concrete floor/ceiling pounding time. A simultaneous high and low frequency noises and some vibration thrown into the mix. The perps have been busy on the latter; before allowing me to sleep they gave me a simultaneous zapping and overhead pounding, and then pounded some more after that, without the zapping. Then, about 0400h they woke me up to hear more overhead pounding. Just another night in orchestrated hell.
Once up, they then spoiled my cereals by curdling the milk, causing all of it to be thrown out with the packaging of other breakfast items that also "coincided" with the morning's events. If that wasn't enough, they made sure to keep me rage-ified with faked touches, stun-outs, going to the wrong location for everyday kitchen items, then inundated me with bread crumbs again, and adding more after I cleaned them up. As the coup de gras, they enraged me and at that moment directed my attention to look at some dumbshit face on the coffee packaging that "happened" to be facing me for the first time after the packaging was recently "upgraded". Obviously, looking at faces, humans and animals all day on the internet isn't good enough, so they changed up the coffee packaging and pulled this morning's stunt, no doubt the work of months of effort on their behalf. Time to buy a new line of coffee perhaps, though I will get to know if that is possible by the managed "forgets" that are so numerous of late.
Anothe event that likely had the perps excited yesterday, and likely for the next few days was that they set me up for a $50 bill, of red-orange color here, to be placed in my wallet. This was my mother's payment to me yesterday for undertaking the recent gardening and tree thinning. The color and quantity of paper money is very important to the perps, and I have countless wallet "disappearances" and stealings to confirm that. (The lastmost wallet theft was to steal both US and Canadian currency, and while working in Seattle for 3.5 years, I had both currencies in my wallet). This would the first $50 bill the perps have allowed me to carry in my wallet since 2003 when it was availible at the ATM's. Then, the ATM's switched to green $20's thereafter.
1200h
Another overhead pounding with a simulltaneous zapping, and me, as in mind-controlled me, yelling at the assholes. This was timed to the slow unfolding of the display of this web page. I am fucking pissed beyond all means of quantifying it as to getting zapped. I hate getting fucking zapped, is that clear enough, especially over the instrangient attitude over fucking up this nonconsensual human experimentation in my developmental years, the central reason I have been subjected to this fucking ongoing atrocity in the first place.
1320h
Cue forced yawning as I type the time. This is not unusual to have yawns forced on me at the transition of activities, in this case, from reading blogs to entering this drivel as I type.
My in-town brother was to come by and enlist me for more Windows lessons, but not even a phone call. This is not unusual, keeping me in place to delay me in retrieving my camera from the lost and found at the bus depot. My mother has a vaguely stated arrangement to meet tomorrow, again, these no-shows from her quarter are nothing new, and has the same effect of foiling other plans. I will be off the gym shortly, and then a haircut after that, which is a danger as the assholes have forced a "forget" in attending to one activity on the heels of another. Back to one event per outing, should I be allowed to recall that dictum next time, but I doubt it. There are too many managed "fuckups" these days, even if there is "improved" recall of late, usually inconsequential associations that get planted into mind.
The perps are still trying out red plasma flashes in my central vision; they still seem to be testing my aversion to this, and sometimes there isn't an aversion most oddly. For all the red flashes and stroboscoping, and my instant dislike, I cannot trust this reaction is my own as I have never had such an immediate loathing of red plasma flashes before. I have no idea as to what the assholes are doing, but if past patterns are a guide, they seem to be remediating me of having any adverse reactions to red plasma flashes. First of all, I didn't know I that I was adverse to pulsed red light until the harssment began, and as I mentioned, when my reactions are also managed, I still cannot be entirely sure. Only their 6 year long pursuit tells me that this might be an intrinsic reaction. I still don't get it; why am I being remediated for a condition, a rare one at that before the overt harassment began, that I didn't know I had? Then onto other colors next I assume; the brown plasma flashes and stunts have begun, and the loud obnoxious orange clothing on the ambulatory gangstalkers has also been noticed.
And more posting of the "just standing there" assholes of late; while at the grocery store yesterday, one white haired elderly fuck in black was 6' from the checkout, and had aligned himself with the checkout line, with two of his confreres in front of me, one taking a whole lot of time to depart. He was leaning against the stainless steel surface of the recycle bins, of no apparent purpose. This would be another example of the "no needed cover story" policy; a year ago, he would of pretended he was a waiting husband of one of his checkout line conferes, but no longer. Someone in the perp command decided that more shiftless sentries standing about is OK. Which always begs the question, who are they fooling?
1910h
This is the post-mealtime jerkaround, and I got shown a new combination phenomenon. A faked burp, whereby my stomach heaves up and down and pounding an roaring in my ears at the same time. And no actual burp. Call this new terror-tory from the perps, dishing out new bodily autonomic acts that are poor representations of the real thing, by design of course.
I did my gym class today, and then followed with a haircut. This was the excuse for the intense gangstalking at the gym it would seem; these same four assholes must of wandered past me, or positioned themselves doing nothing next to me, at least six times each. One with purple shoe laces no less, another in jeans fipping his water bottle around and not even exercising, and another in white, and constantly hanging around me, returning after I moved away. Fucking rude. Finally, I went on the treadmill 60' away, where there is no room for loiterers, and one of them paraded by me there too. I also got some freaks of the Unfavored; male ponytail and bob, red hair, the shiftless fucks hanging around and making sure I notice them, and my in-class regulars, Mr. Ethnic Gut and Mr. New Bald. The latter fucker was all over me and hanging in the proximity of the attractive female coach. Also, Mr. Alkie of the class, a two time gangstalker yesterday, was featuring himself to a lesser degree. That left only one other class member who wasn't freakish, but he has this spaced-out look all the time, and doesn't appear to go out of his way to get into my line of sight. That is probably why, only the Unfavored weirds get featured the most.
The perps are putting on at least 10 ambulatory gangstalkers per intersection now, even the high school "kids" are on the job, three girls all holding hands as they walked along in front of me with three male kids behind me in some kind of defacto gangstalking posse. Fucking bizarre to say the least. And I notice that the perps are putting on a brown colored bus to deliver a team a minute ahead of my arrival. Until today, it was a yellow school bus that dropped them off, and after a few weeks it stayed for the hour duration of my workout, there when I arrived and left as well as being visible through the glass panels of the gym. It seems that the perps have moved up the color difficulty chain, and have used a light tan brown metallic finish charter bus as of today, and having it sit there for all of the workout.
And having a haircut is always a big gangstalking event; all those samples from my hair, and having this dude close in for 20 minutes. And for the perps, I am sure the red colored chair was another bonus, for whatever that means to them. The stylist was sitting in the chair when I arrived 20 minutes early, and I suppose that was part of the gangstalking arrangement. The perps like to have specific individuals sit in the chair before I use it, or afterward.
I had my constant stream of color coordinated gangstalking vehicles; some 500 to 1,000 mobile vehicles, and at least half that number parked. There wasn't any spectacular driving stunts of note today, though the perps are getting brave with putting on light metallic tan brown colored vehicles, now moving up to having clusters of three at a time, in file or over two lanes, usually with a consort of white, black and silver grey colored vehicles as a color reference set.
And I am sure the big event of the day for the perps is that I paid cash for the first time in two months; a green $20 to the stylist and two blue $5 for the groceries I needed to get, one item being goat's milk as a consequence of curdling it this morning. And lo, if they didn't change up the packaging; now in a carton and half the size, the fuckers are taking me off the plastic containers for milk, something they already did once. Fucking bizarre.
I don't know what the Dutchboy hats are all about, but I hand another gangstalker on me with a fugly orange backpack paralleling me, then tailing behind for some 15 minutes of walking. The weird had a Dutchboy hat, as did the bus transit "supervisor" riding the bus yesterday in his ridiculous dayglo vest and his Dutchboy hat with brown noteboard in hand with white paper clipped to it. I couldn't imagine what in the fuck he was really doing, pretending to log something about the passengers when they came on. I also had my weekly guitar stalking today as well; one ambulatory gangstalker was packing by holding it at the neck in it black soft fabric case, about the most inconvenient way to carry it any distance.
The construction projects on my walking route are starting to wind down; the crosswalk and lane closure job still has the MIO (Men in Orange overalls) "electricians" still putzing with wires and kneeling down on the 2 week old concrete, not unlike last week's "flag girl" who was sitting down on the concrete at the very same location in the middle of the active paving job all around her. It looks like some paving was done yesterday at this location, making it the third time they have paved parts of the same intersection. They grind out some asphalt out and replace it, not seeming to be of any purpose but to create more vintages of ashphalt, usually about two weeks apart, at the same location, and at street width length, 3' wide, two strips offset by 90 degrees. Yesterday's paving was in place for me to walk on when I went to see the doctor. I have yet to understand the perps' fixation over these two common construction materials, but it is likely key to being able to remotely harass and mind control someone while they are driving.
On another long public works project the perps dumped a small load of ashphalt onto the street while I was outbound, having me walk around the truck as it was in the middle of the crosswalk, and lo, when I got back, the pile of ashphalt was still there, some 1.5 hours later. Freaking bizarre from what I know about the street works. The perps have extended this five month street project I noticed, and are digging up another thoroughfare, something they have done at the same location about three months ago. Anyhow, it looks to be that these street works projects are being extended and enhanced for reasons that don't make a whole lot of sense.
2110h
More games in messing with my email; the counter of how many items in my Inbox has been incremented by one, to seven, even though I cannot find these unread messages. This is third time my counter has been incremented and no email has been recieved. This would happen sometimes in my working days, I never could figure out how the email counters on mainframe email got out of kilter. Now I know; I have an organization on me all the time, specializing in such dumbfuck pranks. Fucking bizarre, and highly annoying, as I will now be offsetting this from the number of real messages I get, oddly infrequent these days.
2125h
Anothe zapping with a coincident overhead pounding. How many times do I have to tell the assholes, I hate getting zapped; get your gutless faces in here and tell me why I am being fucked with all the time.
Before above mentioned outrage, there was a series of three sirens over five minutes, one being varied in many unfamiliar ways, slowed down, stopped, restarted and other bullshit juvenile games. Now a fourth siren.
2140h
Here is a piece about new methods to evaluate human hair and its geographic origins based on oxygen and hydrogen isotopes of the water that a person has drunk in recent times. I suppose the perp lead-in is that I got my haircut today, but this might also explain why the perps have a fixation on what water I drink and how much. They nearly always demineralize and blandify my purchased water, it only tastes any good within the first few hours of purchase. And it might explain why the perps are putting on tours of the Victoria watershed, and that one of their hiking trails was over top of the city's water supply pipeline. They also limit my water intake as well; I was a six glass per day water drinker, and now it is barely one. I am hoping that the assholes are keeping me properly hydrated, as I have only rare instances of being thirsty, also a manipulatable condition I have come to know. I have a suspicion the perps can inject or extract bodily liquids and even water directly into their victims, and I would not be too surprised that I am getting supplied directly by means of remote control of materialization.
2310h
Time to blog off, having cleared up a number of bookmarked videos that were hanging around.
It is both siren time and overhead concrete floor/ceiling pounding time. A simultaneous high and low frequency noises and some vibration thrown into the mix. The perps have been busy on the latter; before allowing me to sleep they gave me a simultaneous zapping and overhead pounding, and then pounded some more after that, without the zapping. Then, about 0400h they woke me up to hear more overhead pounding. Just another night in orchestrated hell.
Once up, they then spoiled my cereals by curdling the milk, causing all of it to be thrown out with the packaging of other breakfast items that also "coincided" with the morning's events. If that wasn't enough, they made sure to keep me rage-ified with faked touches, stun-outs, going to the wrong location for everyday kitchen items, then inundated me with bread crumbs again, and adding more after I cleaned them up. As the coup de gras, they enraged me and at that moment directed my attention to look at some dumbshit face on the coffee packaging that "happened" to be facing me for the first time after the packaging was recently "upgraded". Obviously, looking at faces, humans and animals all day on the internet isn't good enough, so they changed up the coffee packaging and pulled this morning's stunt, no doubt the work of months of effort on their behalf. Time to buy a new line of coffee perhaps, though I will get to know if that is possible by the managed "forgets" that are so numerous of late.
Anothe event that likely had the perps excited yesterday, and likely for the next few days was that they set me up for a $50 bill, of red-orange color here, to be placed in my wallet. This was my mother's payment to me yesterday for undertaking the recent gardening and tree thinning. The color and quantity of paper money is very important to the perps, and I have countless wallet "disappearances" and stealings to confirm that. (The lastmost wallet theft was to steal both US and Canadian currency, and while working in Seattle for 3.5 years, I had both currencies in my wallet). This would the first $50 bill the perps have allowed me to carry in my wallet since 2003 when it was availible at the ATM's. Then, the ATM's switched to green $20's thereafter.
1200h
Another overhead pounding with a simulltaneous zapping, and me, as in mind-controlled me, yelling at the assholes. This was timed to the slow unfolding of the display of this web page. I am fucking pissed beyond all means of quantifying it as to getting zapped. I hate getting fucking zapped, is that clear enough, especially over the instrangient attitude over fucking up this nonconsensual human experimentation in my developmental years, the central reason I have been subjected to this fucking ongoing atrocity in the first place.
1320h
Cue forced yawning as I type the time. This is not unusual to have yawns forced on me at the transition of activities, in this case, from reading blogs to entering this drivel as I type.
My in-town brother was to come by and enlist me for more Windows lessons, but not even a phone call. This is not unusual, keeping me in place to delay me in retrieving my camera from the lost and found at the bus depot. My mother has a vaguely stated arrangement to meet tomorrow, again, these no-shows from her quarter are nothing new, and has the same effect of foiling other plans. I will be off the gym shortly, and then a haircut after that, which is a danger as the assholes have forced a "forget" in attending to one activity on the heels of another. Back to one event per outing, should I be allowed to recall that dictum next time, but I doubt it. There are too many managed "fuckups" these days, even if there is "improved" recall of late, usually inconsequential associations that get planted into mind.
The perps are still trying out red plasma flashes in my central vision; they still seem to be testing my aversion to this, and sometimes there isn't an aversion most oddly. For all the red flashes and stroboscoping, and my instant dislike, I cannot trust this reaction is my own as I have never had such an immediate loathing of red plasma flashes before. I have no idea as to what the assholes are doing, but if past patterns are a guide, they seem to be remediating me of having any adverse reactions to red plasma flashes. First of all, I didn't know I that I was adverse to pulsed red light until the harssment began, and as I mentioned, when my reactions are also managed, I still cannot be entirely sure. Only their 6 year long pursuit tells me that this might be an intrinsic reaction. I still don't get it; why am I being remediated for a condition, a rare one at that before the overt harassment began, that I didn't know I had? Then onto other colors next I assume; the brown plasma flashes and stunts have begun, and the loud obnoxious orange clothing on the ambulatory gangstalkers has also been noticed.
And more posting of the "just standing there" assholes of late; while at the grocery store yesterday, one white haired elderly fuck in black was 6' from the checkout, and had aligned himself with the checkout line, with two of his confreres in front of me, one taking a whole lot of time to depart. He was leaning against the stainless steel surface of the recycle bins, of no apparent purpose. This would be another example of the "no needed cover story" policy; a year ago, he would of pretended he was a waiting husband of one of his checkout line conferes, but no longer. Someone in the perp command decided that more shiftless sentries standing about is OK. Which always begs the question, who are they fooling?
1910h
This is the post-mealtime jerkaround, and I got shown a new combination phenomenon. A faked burp, whereby my stomach heaves up and down and pounding an roaring in my ears at the same time. And no actual burp. Call this new terror-tory from the perps, dishing out new bodily autonomic acts that are poor representations of the real thing, by design of course.
I did my gym class today, and then followed with a haircut. This was the excuse for the intense gangstalking at the gym it would seem; these same four assholes must of wandered past me, or positioned themselves doing nothing next to me, at least six times each. One with purple shoe laces no less, another in jeans fipping his water bottle around and not even exercising, and another in white, and constantly hanging around me, returning after I moved away. Fucking rude. Finally, I went on the treadmill 60' away, where there is no room for loiterers, and one of them paraded by me there too. I also got some freaks of the Unfavored; male ponytail and bob, red hair, the shiftless fucks hanging around and making sure I notice them, and my in-class regulars, Mr. Ethnic Gut and Mr. New Bald. The latter fucker was all over me and hanging in the proximity of the attractive female coach. Also, Mr. Alkie of the class, a two time gangstalker yesterday, was featuring himself to a lesser degree. That left only one other class member who wasn't freakish, but he has this spaced-out look all the time, and doesn't appear to go out of his way to get into my line of sight. That is probably why, only the Unfavored weirds get featured the most.
The perps are putting on at least 10 ambulatory gangstalkers per intersection now, even the high school "kids" are on the job, three girls all holding hands as they walked along in front of me with three male kids behind me in some kind of defacto gangstalking posse. Fucking bizarre to say the least. And I notice that the perps are putting on a brown colored bus to deliver a team a minute ahead of my arrival. Until today, it was a yellow school bus that dropped them off, and after a few weeks it stayed for the hour duration of my workout, there when I arrived and left as well as being visible through the glass panels of the gym. It seems that the perps have moved up the color difficulty chain, and have used a light tan brown metallic finish charter bus as of today, and having it sit there for all of the workout.
And having a haircut is always a big gangstalking event; all those samples from my hair, and having this dude close in for 20 minutes. And for the perps, I am sure the red colored chair was another bonus, for whatever that means to them. The stylist was sitting in the chair when I arrived 20 minutes early, and I suppose that was part of the gangstalking arrangement. The perps like to have specific individuals sit in the chair before I use it, or afterward.
I had my constant stream of color coordinated gangstalking vehicles; some 500 to 1,000 mobile vehicles, and at least half that number parked. There wasn't any spectacular driving stunts of note today, though the perps are getting brave with putting on light metallic tan brown colored vehicles, now moving up to having clusters of three at a time, in file or over two lanes, usually with a consort of white, black and silver grey colored vehicles as a color reference set.
And I am sure the big event of the day for the perps is that I paid cash for the first time in two months; a green $20 to the stylist and two blue $5 for the groceries I needed to get, one item being goat's milk as a consequence of curdling it this morning. And lo, if they didn't change up the packaging; now in a carton and half the size, the fuckers are taking me off the plastic containers for milk, something they already did once. Fucking bizarre.
I don't know what the Dutchboy hats are all about, but I hand another gangstalker on me with a fugly orange backpack paralleling me, then tailing behind for some 15 minutes of walking. The weird had a Dutchboy hat, as did the bus transit "supervisor" riding the bus yesterday in his ridiculous dayglo vest and his Dutchboy hat with brown noteboard in hand with white paper clipped to it. I couldn't imagine what in the fuck he was really doing, pretending to log something about the passengers when they came on. I also had my weekly guitar stalking today as well; one ambulatory gangstalker was packing by holding it at the neck in it black soft fabric case, about the most inconvenient way to carry it any distance.
The construction projects on my walking route are starting to wind down; the crosswalk and lane closure job still has the MIO (Men in Orange overalls) "electricians" still putzing with wires and kneeling down on the 2 week old concrete, not unlike last week's "flag girl" who was sitting down on the concrete at the very same location in the middle of the active paving job all around her. It looks like some paving was done yesterday at this location, making it the third time they have paved parts of the same intersection. They grind out some asphalt out and replace it, not seeming to be of any purpose but to create more vintages of ashphalt, usually about two weeks apart, at the same location, and at street width length, 3' wide, two strips offset by 90 degrees. Yesterday's paving was in place for me to walk on when I went to see the doctor. I have yet to understand the perps' fixation over these two common construction materials, but it is likely key to being able to remotely harass and mind control someone while they are driving.
On another long public works project the perps dumped a small load of ashphalt onto the street while I was outbound, having me walk around the truck as it was in the middle of the crosswalk, and lo, when I got back, the pile of ashphalt was still there, some 1.5 hours later. Freaking bizarre from what I know about the street works. The perps have extended this five month street project I noticed, and are digging up another thoroughfare, something they have done at the same location about three months ago. Anyhow, it looks to be that these street works projects are being extended and enhanced for reasons that don't make a whole lot of sense.
2110h
More games in messing with my email; the counter of how many items in my Inbox has been incremented by one, to seven, even though I cannot find these unread messages. This is third time my counter has been incremented and no email has been recieved. This would happen sometimes in my working days, I never could figure out how the email counters on mainframe email got out of kilter. Now I know; I have an organization on me all the time, specializing in such dumbfuck pranks. Fucking bizarre, and highly annoying, as I will now be offsetting this from the number of real messages I get, oddly infrequent these days.
2125h
Anothe zapping with a coincident overhead pounding. How many times do I have to tell the assholes, I hate getting zapped; get your gutless faces in here and tell me why I am being fucked with all the time.
Before above mentioned outrage, there was a series of three sirens over five minutes, one being varied in many unfamiliar ways, slowed down, stopped, restarted and other bullshit juvenile games. Now a fourth siren.
2140h
Here is a piece about new methods to evaluate human hair and its geographic origins based on oxygen and hydrogen isotopes of the water that a person has drunk in recent times. I suppose the perp lead-in is that I got my haircut today, but this might also explain why the perps have a fixation on what water I drink and how much. They nearly always demineralize and blandify my purchased water, it only tastes any good within the first few hours of purchase. And it might explain why the perps are putting on tours of the Victoria watershed, and that one of their hiking trails was over top of the city's water supply pipeline. They also limit my water intake as well; I was a six glass per day water drinker, and now it is barely one. I am hoping that the assholes are keeping me properly hydrated, as I have only rare instances of being thirsty, also a manipulatable condition I have come to know. I have a suspicion the perps can inject or extract bodily liquids and even water directly into their victims, and I would not be too surprised that I am getting supplied directly by means of remote control of materialization.
2310h
Time to blog off, having cleared up a number of bookmarked videos that were hanging around.
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