Saturday Dullness

1315h
A quieter Saturday for some reason, but with the escalated display of plasma and maser beams that has become the "new norm". And these visual interuptors get to the point of arriving in my central vision and sitting exactly over top of where I am looking. And masers routinely proliferate where I am about to pick something up, place it down, or accompany my hand as I grasp an object and pull it closer. Also, sudden burst of grey and white striations erupt at an oblique angle from say, orthogonal features like this LCD display as I type this up.

And even last night's CD ripping activity wasn't sabotaged to a great degree, Exact Audio Copy worked, save for one 10 minute spell when the normally green status in the Windows 7 tool bar went a fugly dark red color, and that was when two separate rounds of Asian jabber erupted outside of my door. Part of this event was to have me put on the headphones (magnetic fields note) and listen to the audio track that begat the error message, and lo, if it wasn't that it was a track that was finished long before the red status bar erupted. In other words, the red morphing status bar, ostensilbly to draw my attention to a CD ripping error on a track, occured after this putative cause according to the log file. Anyhow, there have been so many behaviors and conventional physical incongruities of late, that causal, or more like an excuse, is the least of the perp's concerns. Yesterday at breakfast, after placing the yogurt into a bowl with a spoon, there was a sudden arrival from an impossible angle of yogurt splatter that unerringly landed onto my black underwear, white on black, and how many times have I mentioned the greyscale colors being in such perp demand?

Other games were to have every music file listed with a orange clementine icon, "from" the Clementine player and ripping software that I had loaded earlier in the day. Getting rid of software seems also to have extra perp interest if the coincident flashing plasma and noisegames is a guide, which it usually is. Attempting to fix the fix extension association didn't work as the FLAC files somehow weren't listed.

On the though-stalking front, the perps seemed to have gained the upper hand in cancelling my thoughts as to categorizing their behavior, usually provoked by their harassment stunts. Ready works like "asshole" and "jerk" and the rest of that negative notion encapsulation have now essentially stopped. All the thought-stalking harassment/associated noise seems to track is when I switch my attention from one unimportant thought meme to another, say, while shaving, perp planted notions to getting back to concentrating what I am doing, ie. shaving. All vital moments for the perps, and I cannot imagine how dull that might be, especially when it is nearing an nine year quest, the perps going overt/beserk in 04-2002.

Other games that are going on are plenty of dialog box op-ups interfering exactly where I am reading, one application popping over another with dialog boxes, often in succession. Later, the same application doesn't behave the same with the same apparent cause.

1345h
And I see that the CD ripper has error-ed again, so the alternate software is being used, which names its files differently. One CD now gets copied and compressed into FLAC from two differing CD ripping applications, again, a fascinating event for the perps given how long they have been doing these kind of stunts. I cannot understand what is so interesting about file and folder naming, and yet they force this on me all the time. Last night they had the cursor jump outside the folder naming dialog box, effectively truncating the name, and at the same time, having me type the full name and not finding out about their little stunt until after the fact. This happened at least three times last night, so no coincidence there.

1625h
A see that this blog content were deleted, even if I frequently save in Blogspot. I have been through hundreds of file deletions, cut & paste capers where a whole drive just disappears, and all permutations and combinations that I can think of. And still I wonder what is in it for the perps, beyond juvenile-level gratification.

I cannot even figure out why they select some for overt treatment, casting them as a TI, and for others they must continue covert coverage, managing to keep themselves from being noticed in all the stunts they must pull. And to what advantage? They could elicit cooperative research, but obviously something out there is extremely important that still needs covert/stealh sabotage.

[As it turns out, I was wrong and the older file version showed up and was intact; still, multiple versions of the same file isn't supposed to happen].

2045h
Last of the recent pics.
Taken 02-23-2011, overnight snow arrived to everyone's surprise, and more in the daytime. I thought it most odd that someone cleaned the sidewalk to facilitate gangstalking action, but didn't attend to all the related egress clearing needed in the courtyard egress to the apartment residence. The near permanent black pickup truck with the tonneau cover was in place, also getting snow, to the right side parking lot. Getting a bobcat bucket loader as seen just above the rail in the picture center must of took some mettle to find on such a day, and all the more odd that it is clearing public streets instead of hired for parking lots where it would command the highest rate.

And that ridiculous plywood panel with the dayglo painted message in the driveway to the parking lot is still there, 03-05-2011. The plywood panel only showed up when the snow came, and now it still serves as some kind of perp prop, the snow long gone, now over a week. And have I not long mentioned the proclivity of the perps to use plywood as one of their seeming problematic materials. What they tell me is that the phenolic glue resins need to be studied, which is also the very same compound class as anthocyanins (aka bioflavinoids) found in plants. Surely by now the perps have had someone eat plant material with a radionuclear marker on it to find out where these compounds disperse to in the human  body? One never can tell how prepared the perps are for their studies, but aI wouldn't doubt this has "happened" surrepticiously.

Neither rain, nor sleet nor hail or snow will keep the posties doing their red color gangstalking games, which includes days like 02-23-2011. And even the driver is out delivering cardboard boxes, (read portable brown reference color) as seen just in front of the delivery van walking on the sidewalk. I even get red post office delivery vans in the evenings in private parking lots of commercial businesses.

This photo of my glasses is taken the following morning before I cleaned them. Every evening for the past four months, the perps place these scuffings on the lenses as some kind of testing in limiting the amount of light that reaches my eyes. This is a light scuffing, and it varies between the lenses and the degree of opacity. Taken 02-24-2011.

Taken 02-24-2011, a satellite dish arranged on the fence, center top of picture. Now the third neighbor at the rear of the First Feral Family backyard to get a satellite dish. I have become suspicious of these because they show up with such proximate profusion, not to mention that they had a 8' one aimed at my apartment when they first went overt/beserk in 04-2002.

 2210h
Another never-before memory wash/deletion. There is a TV/Stereo store with a prominent name in this neighborhood and my mother "happens" to mention needing to get a new TV, and I "happen" to mention this store as one gets customer service, a vital ingredient for purchasing unfamiliar technology (big 20 y.o. CRT TV in the living room). We have done this particular little bait-and-respond game at least 6x in the last two years, and have both walked by the store together more than twice. So... today... I am online web surfing and looking at integrated stereo, CD player, DAC, amplifier, network access and a few other techno goodies, and come across the Naim UnitiQute. So I look up the nearest Canadian dealer and it is this same aforementioned local store. But instead of it being an affirming recollection, the planted perception was that I had never heard of this store, and was totally unaware it was the same one that I had been exposed to and seen. Then over the next two hours they dribbled in supporting perceptions that it was the same store that I had long known. Never have I had such a total memory wipeout about spatial objects in my locale. I can only assume it was the perps doing their insane mind-fuck games, but this is getting very disconcerting it has gone down to this level.

2300h
Music listening tonight, and from CD's no less when I finished all my CD ripping. Funny how these perverse things "happen". Its late and I will blog off on this very dull day.

The Joys of Errands

1650h
Three closed stores in succession were arranged for me while I was attempting to complete my errands today. I wanted to take my sabotaged boots (fourth time in six years) into get repaired, but lo, if the shoemaker was shut down for holidays, and the other shoemaker was closed down altogether. So, I got to pack my plastic bag around for a four block return trip, and I got plenty of gangstalking action for that. As I have mentioned in the past, the perps are totally obsessional about the varying kinds of plastics and planting them in my proximity. All the better that I was making an unusual round trip with a plastic shopping bag in hand. This was Shoe Repair attempt #1 today. The perps tell me that plastics do not energetically behave the same at the macro level as the quantum (particle) level. This may be true, but I don't care; it is no excuse to life rape someone after tailing them for 47 years with prior fuckery.

I gave up, not "knowing" of any more downtown shoe repair locations, and came back to deposit the boots back here. A two skunk morning so far. I then departed to go to the bank and deposit a check and get more rolls of quarters. The laundry has been going on almost each day of the week, and the washer and dryer are 20 years out of date, taking only quarters and no dollar coins. This trip was successful without major obstruction or incidents, save four tellers and a manager hanging around chatting and a "repairman" squatting down below the counter to work on a safe. In other words, the two males, the apparent manager and the repairman were both hid from initial view, and the female tellers were chatting and circulating, one having just come in from outside through the very door I used. The manager emerged from behind a pillar, and slowly became visible, doing the incremental exposure stunt. The repairman was only visible when I got to the counter. It seems to me that the perps like to introduce males, and others of the Unfavored in slow incremental steps, and ensure that all my looking and glancing is tightly controlled in accordance with their intended rate of exposure. Very strange, but very consistent.

I took my fleece jacket to get mended at the cuff edging "came off" in the first or second laundering it has ever had. But, the "back in a minute" notice was on the door, and so I headed to yoga thinking that I would be early at 1115h for a 1130h session, but I wasn't. This was the third skunk of the day. The instructor even started early, and it was excellent class. From the harassment angle, it seemed that the perps wanted me to have the fleece jacket taken to a yoga class for some kind of color reference purposes, and they had my mat only 2' away, as the new woman hadn't arrived then. (The instructor has taken my usual location in the room). And lo, if the instructor didn't bring the same tired music to the class as the last instructor which played in the background. This might of been the incitement for a significant increase in outside road traffic noise, something long familiar to me at this apartment. The room of the yoga class is about 80' from a secondary artery and on a residential street, though one would not know that, as the loud traffic noise was uncharacteristically loud and incessant.

My tail, on a bicycle and pulling a vagrant-with-plastic-bags-on-a-bicycle act was on me before attempting the above errand to get my fleece jacket mended, and even parked his bicycle outside the alterations shop. When on my way to yoga he was "featured" again for the third time, some two blocks distant, this time with an additional bicycle that he was ferrying beside his as he was cycling. This vagrant had plenty of plastic garbage bags and sleeping foam with him, so I can only assume he too was part of the plastic acts that erupt around me in public.

I phoned the gym class coordinator about how annoyed (politely delivered) I was with working out in the so-called "transition" area, where plenty of people wandering around me (read, gangstalkers) while I was on the floor. He intimates it is my problem, even though he was the one who selected me to be in this special group. The arrangement was that he would remain in contact while I worked out at the nearby Crystal Pool, and if I needed an annual pass he would split the cost 50:50. In other words, don't come back here. I had no problem working out in the concurrent classroom exercise session before he shunted me into the special transition group, and he didn't offer that as a solution to my annoyance to working out in a public, (read, busy) area. But as I have stated in past blog postings on this topic, I have long had the suspicion they were going to cease the 30 minutes walking each way to/from the OB Rec. Center, just like they removed my ability to go hiking, and long before that, gangstalked me from swimming. The theory is that exercise causes me to dissapate energy, and all the while perps are irradiating me and do not want me to lose any. The same set of symptoms "happened" after gym sessions as after hiking until it was stopped; a vision trashing barrage of energy off the LCD display for the next three hours immediately following when I returned from exercise.

Anyhow, I went to the bank after Shoe Repair attempt #1 and dealt with getting quarters for the increased laundry activity of late. That I also had laundered my bedsheets this morning was likely another reason to lay on the gangstalking today. Fat people seemed to be featured the most, and red colored clothing was also prominent. The perps have even resorted to having shiftless males standing at the downtown street corners doing nothing, save smoking. They post these sentries on the corner that are reasonably dressed, and have them loiter as if waiting for a pedestrian walk signal and yet they continue to stand there. Then on the later visitation to the bank, these same sentries "happen" to be passing by on the sidewalk. Other gangstalking variants were shirtless males wandering around downtown, though I have yet to encounter a shiftless and shirtless male, I can only assume that it will happen and I will be duly informed after the fact for more word/concept association games.

After yoga finished I went back with the fleece jacket to the alterations shop and I was finally allowed to get it repaired. The skunk fuckery was over for the day.

After lunch I was treated to a sleeping session while sitting up at this here LCD monitor. Then the perps did something very strange, something that hadn't been experienced before. They planted the notion that I had been doing typing while I hadn't, as I was "sleeping" at my desk, still in the seated vertical position. This fuckery alarmed me enough to get the hell out of my place and set off to my parent's place to retrieve the boots I had there. This was a city bus trip, and thankfully it wasn't too freaky; a wheelchair and a walker, and nearly no out of place weirds. I had my weird exposure at the bus stop; two males together making out that they badly planned this outing as they had to wait 30 minutes for the bus they wanted. One was in a wide brim straw hat, and it was one of many I saw on today's outings on this hot sunny day.

Once I got back from a dude filled bus ride into downtown, (in the suburbs on a mid-workday) I looked in the phone book to see if there was any other downtown shoe repair shops. There was one I had "forgotten" and another I must of passed by for decades and "somehow" didn't know. I went to the former shop, and lo, if there wasn't a "customer" ahead of me getting his runner fixed on the spot with black electrical tape. And lo, if he wasn't also on "guitar stalking", having it well in the way, the black case propped up to face the full door width as I came in. Regular readers will know that the perps like to utilize certain objects as props on a frequent basis. The reasons are many; it may be associated with putative prior traumatizations that have been wiped from my memory, or the object, often food, offers some color consistency (banana stalking), or it is unknown as to the perps' fixation, e.g. bread stalking, guitar stalking. Anyone leaving their guitar out like this bozo did is looking to have it tripped over, and I would surmise that genuine musicians are fully aware of this, and do not leave their instruments in vulnerable locations. And yes, I did get "banana stalked" at the bus stop. But no bread stalking if one does not include walking past a long established bakery.

This was Shoe Repair attempt #2 today, and it was successful in that the shoemaker said he could repair them in two days. Here is a little rundown on how the reprise gangstalking worked out between my four in and out errand trips today, two of them being Shoe Repair attempts. When returning from the boot retrieval trip to my parents I had a lead-ahead blonde gangstalker on me who preceded me into the apartment, and she took the stairs while I took the elevator. There was also a loitering dude outside the apartment in a yellow shirt who didn't seem to particularly care that he was sauntering directly in my path between me and the blonde. The loitering dude in the yellow shirt "happened" to be exiting the elevator 5 minutes later when I was headed out on Shoe Repair attempt #2, telling me the elevator was availible when it was still headed up. (The request light was still on, and he had no way of knowing which direction it was headed, so why did he make this bullshit up?). He hung around in the hallway 10' from me at the door of the apartment I call Common Room #2, where no end of gangstalkers emerge from, and the varied population just doesn't make any sense from a tenancy perspective.The above mentioned blonde "happened" to be exiting the apartment about 20 min. later with a plastic bag in hand when I returned from Shoe Repair attempt #2. And the weird with two plastic bottles prominently held in hand who accompanied me down in the elevator for Shoe Repair #1 also "happened" to converge upon me as I returned from Shoe Repair attempt #2, five hours later). I took the stairs not wanting to loiter in the lobby with this freak, and lo, if we didn't cross paths again in the hallway outside my apartment, as he was headed for Common Room #1, another nexus of odd tenants on this floor that just doesn't make any demographic sense. Get all that, the reprising gangstalkers all over me after my second plastic bag trip with the boots dropped off at the shoemaker's?

2020h
More web surfing with the odd overhead pounding erupting, though I forget the timing. I have heard fake bus noise many times today like any other day, and when I was in the kitchen and looked to verify that there was no actual bus (noise only), a car alarm went off the instant I determined it was a noise only event. I rarely check any more, as I can usually distinguish the difference, and only did so while standing in the kitchen. At my last residential apartment the perps played all kinds of bus noise and I could view the street from my desk, unlike here. As soon as I looked to find no buses I would rag the assholes as to where is the bus, and the noise would subside. Here too I can "talk down the noise" should I go to the window and attempt to correlate the freeway-like noise activity to this actuality of six stories above street level on a putzing secondary arterial street.

2235h
I was allowed to perform my month end reconcilliation and cash flow entry for July. It wasn't the usual nonstop screaming event with nonstop provocations, but they did crank up the heat in the latter part of the exercise to make sure I was truly pissed off by the end of it. They pulled plenty of recall deletion stunts to obscure my knowledge as to what was spent, recieved and notable transactions. And a new record for monthly chocolate expenditures was incurred, now $211 for July. Those evening time chocolate and tea "needs" add up. It was also the month that this PC cost me $300 for the new case and swap over of all the PC components. If I were to undertake such a job myself the perps would render me useless with finger shaking and put up endless roadblocks to ensure that I couldn't complete the job. It is better to submit and pay the extra cash that to go through the imposed hell of these assholes on my back. There is are certain monthly heightened expenses the perps impose: obstruction of undertaking one's own repairs (e.g. PC), extra cost of items (box of pens at the per pen price), sabotage recovery (at least three liters of goat milk was prematurely tossed out in July), and stunts such as the linting fuckery which entailed extra loads of laundry.

That should be enough of a posting to see how I spent my day in the service of my mind-keepers. Nothing too straight forward by any means. I get to see what daffodil bulb picking will be like tomorrow in the heat. I sense the replacement pair of boots I will be wearing will be a huge interest item as they were at my parent's place for the last 6 months, not here. Regular readers will know that the perps have a total obsession over footwear, and feet, and this will not be any exception. I learned from somewhere recently that toxins are released via one's feet which might account for the intensified fuckery they lay on.

A Typical Saturday

1630h
I was given a 10.5 hour sleep last night, getting up at 0930h, a full 2.5 hours extra over what I would normally need. There were no major games in the night that I can recall, so presumably it was all sleep time. But given the perps' 2007 accomplishments, they can now delete recall at a fundamental level without concern as to later recall "bleeding" which happens to the many abduction victims. That is, the use of hypnosis is no longer effective to retrieve these memories as the perps can delete them entirely, even the brain regions they could not reach until last year.

I ended up getting a refill of the eyeglass cleaning solution today, as they are getting scuzzed up every day now, sometimes overnight, though typically in an adjunctive role when I read online. There was a little screwaround as to how much to pay, as the price effectively doubled for the donation option. I was also word constrained; using a stilted and indirect syntax instead of my own vocabulary being accessible. This is the third such event in the past two weeks where a "bad vibe" is created out of planted confusion or plain weirdness of the other party. It is another perp stunt, and I have had many of those in my life and don't need anymore.

I got the usual ambulatory lead-ahead gangstalker contingent of some 8 gangstalkers for the one block walk to the opticians. The perps put them on in parallel, either side of the street, all walking the same direction, staying ahead of me. Then outside the optician there was a red vehicle, and lo, if the perps didn't have it packed full of glass bottles and have their operatives banging and clanging them. I frequently comment on how often glass bottle bashing and handling noises erupt in the hallway and proximate outside locations, and this was just another more portable extension of that game. It would seem that the vibration and noise of glass is something the perps covet as this activity has been arranged around me for the past 4 years. Even my perp-abetting parents get in on the action, flinging their crockery about. It is too consistent to be anything but organized and coordinated.

1700h
The noistalking started up as I read an obituary; I don't know what it is about this topic that interests the perps so much, but it has been consistent for over five years now. From their perspective, it is all the better if I have not heard of the person before, or know very little about them.

I was allowed to buy a newspaper and read it today, something that I usually do every Saturday, reading the Globe and Mail. For "whatever" reason, it has been "forgotten" on a Saturday shopping or else the newpaper was removed from view. Today, it was extra strange in that I went to the convenience store whose roof I overlook. This was a first time event, and they had two gangstalking assholes loitering around in the store, one of them giving me the stare when he had finished purchasing his goods. The woman in front of me was with the steel hamper tote patrol, pulling this behind her instead of the more absurd luggage totes. And of course it was placed exactly where I was to stand after she had finished at the checkout.

It appeared that the Globe and Mail wasn't at this store, so I bought the National Post instead. Somehow, the perps changing it, while it was in my hand to be the Globe and Mail. This is not the first time these product switches have happened. Or, it could of been the work of their newfound (in 2007) vision and perception fucking; having me read "Globe and Mail" and yet transmuting it to "National Post" in my mind. I have experienced plenty of these latter games of late to be now suspicious of everything I see as it could be faked with the application of perception transmutations.

The noise flurries have been on today, and there have also been many "all-quiets", the latter while eating brown colored food. This replicates what they were obviously doing in 2005 and 2006, when at my last apartment residence, only a block away. These all-quiets are usually accompanied by a selective noise, usually muted, as if it is to faintly detectable.

Other noises get applied when I get a scripted sneezing, have mouth noises going on, or when I get zapped. There is no end to the combinations and permutations of mixing noise with other sensory phenonmenon, which would include vision hacking, something that has been prevalent today with the smudging of my eyeglasses, left lens usually.

1810h
I am getting increased numbers of plasma placed in my peripherial vision, or else brief flashes in central vision. The perps have taken to this to get more "color sampling" and doubtless referencing when and where exactly they want. The colors of interest to them are red, brown and yellow; this is consistent with the plasma games that "happen" outside as well. They often will replicate a color in plasma that I have just seen beforehand, possibly to widen the scope of the color exposure or create a temporal series.

All brown colored clothes that I once had are tossed out as they "ripped" or became unusable. One pair of brown pants mysteriously had green dye on them, and there was no known source of it. For now at least, they will have to do with creating plasma surrogates, popping them into my vision as/when needed. And sometimes they will overlay the brown plasma over the very words on this LCD display that I have just typed. I notice that the brown dressed gangstalkers are often further away; some 130' or so this morning when on my short outing.

2055h
I am gettig the "usual" noise flurries, many reaching annoyance levels for which I press my fingers to my ears. Which is likely what the perps really want. And plenty of vision impairments from some kind of bright emanations from this LCD display. But to annoy me all the more, the perps started to jiggle the image I was viewing, making it move in "my" perception. The only way to deal with that is to bail out and go onto something else.

2205h
A news flurry over rumors of Microsoft taking over Logictech. I love the Logictech Trackball mouse, and nothing comes close. This all could be perp instignation as they like to have go on an interest blitz; in this case, searching for this same model of mouse from suppliers with the notion that I would purchase at least two more in reserve. I went through this for keyboards as regular readers will recall.

2230h
No matter how much of online music gets buffered, the perps keep stopping and starting YouTube feeds, making for a disrupted listening experience. They do the same with telephone and conference calls, causing it to crash and then everyone has to phone in again, and they do the same with some television shows as well, dithering the signal at first. It is as if my visual and listening activity is too much bioenergetics data for them to process at once, so they pull these same re-start stunts in an attempt to unravel the experience of initiating a new activity. This stunt is widely known to all TI's.

Time to blog off for the day, and ponder what games they have lined up for me tomorrow. The typo sabotage is getting too much to continue.

Keyboard Games

1240h
A 10 hour imposed sleep again, all timed to have the rising sunlight beams coming across the breakfast table and also serve as an excuse to create light flaring on the back of my glasses. This "phenomenon" began in earnest when the harassment started, and has slowly been ratcheted up. These are the faux reflections from the coated lenses, green and a pinkish color predominate. Very often there is no actual source of light, but as mentioned in past blogs, the perps seem to know when the "arbitrer of reality" is looking. This is of course a fictional version, but it seems that they will back off if I relentlessly question the authenticy of their introduced noises, light games, extra-conventional gravitic stunts and whatever else they throw at me, sometimes literally. I still ponder the question, who is looking or judging the the genuine causal of events, and casting a determination as to conventional cause or perp ehancement or outright fabrication?

My keyboard tray has been stopped from full extension, casusing the function keys, the top row, to be under the desk surface, and constraining finger motion. Given the number of plasmas and maser games that go on over and beside my keyboard, I am not surprised. Just another pain in the ass prank to deal with, when I am allowed to remember, as there has already been three forced "forgets".

It was a Chicken Run today, the much gangstalked event of acquiring a hot cooked chicken which then serves as my protein source for the next three weeks, usually in the form of being chopped up for use in a tortilla. After two days of shut-in, I was let out, and they were all over me, and even had the street sweeper come and sweep half of the short 3 minute walking route, and they also wetted down the parking lot that I walk through. I even had a grey on grey gangstalker in the elevator, and the perps even greyed in his eyes when I had a look. Earlier, when in the bathroom, they fucked with the light on my skin, making my underarm look yellower than normal, and my nose more red than normal. As soon as I yelled at them for being fucking idiots, they backed off and returned the appearence of my skin to near normal tones.

While at the grocery store the perps seem to have prepared me to be extra aware and jangled anytime they presented something freakish, particularly with respect to any of the characteristics that form the Unfavored demographic groups. I had a regular checkout woman who appeared to make her hair extra red (and vile to me), and this time it wasn't enough, as they then had another cashier with the same vile red hair circulating behind my back at the same time. There were representatives from other demographic groups; the white haired, wheelchair bound, the chinless, the limping, and a few others. They even put on the red and black dressed Amnesty International sentries outside the W. door only, and when I returned, they added an extra all-black dressed member of this group that strangely won't cover both doors. These have been mentioned in past blog postings, and I can only assume that they are doing color reference duty as wall as waving their white plastic binders, adding some vinyl into the mix. Other TI's have indicated that Amnesty International will have nothing to do with these kinds of harassment and torture, pretending it does not exist. It could well be that these dudes outside the grocery store are all fakes, and are salaried operatives.

As part of the Chicken Run, there is ongoing noisestalking as I remove the chicken skin; this seems to be of huge importance to them, and I have no idea why. Also, they made sure that there was no whole chickens to be had, all were half chickens, and no separate pieces. I assume this was to simplify the later energetic comparisons that they must surely make, and who knows, given the perps interest in right-side pass bys, they could all of been only one side the chicken. The influx of used left-hand drive Japanese vehicles in my proximity is thought to be part of this particular research objective, whatever it may be.

1650h
I did some more office help, and it turned out to be doing a mind-dump for the new person who is assuming a course registrar role. We worked on the spreadsheet side by side, so I am sure all that plastic on the keyboard and the red-lighted mouse were all great games for determining energetic differences, as she will be assuming the role that I contributed to. As part of the show, I get the color and clothing games, she eventually getting out of her red workout jacket for a black shirt. Her supervisor had a black shirt on, as did I. And as there was a ending slide show with more of the new hires with the three black shirted individuals were aligned, her boss between us.

Prior to that, I got the tour of parading individuals when waiting in the office reception area lobby, one dude in a brown shirt who came from the same direction twice, without being seen to have reversed his steps. Either I was made to be zoned out and not "notice" his return trip, or else he was teleported, and there was no other way around. I am made to be like a freak there it would seem, others asking about me in obviously uncomfortable tones, which I can only assume is the plan. Anyhow, I did my bit to pass on my tribal knowledge to the new hire, and that is the best that can be expected.

It is odd that I got a zit on the left side of my nose today, and the woman at this office for whom I have built the spreadsheets for has a metal ring through her left nostril.

Other weirdness was relatively minor, though the street scene was also rigged with a swarm of gangstalkers, some on the Coffee Corps duty; lounging or waddling around with their coffee cup in hand, leading out in front of them. And more combinations, one being a brown skinned native Indian with his (brown) coffee. The perps are a long way from done, and I can only imagine it is going to get extra freaky, especially with this morning's Chicken Run. They either have me react more to the freakshow, or else have turned off my moderating neurological activity/ability, as the perps are making sure that I am jangled and/or repulsed by the freakshow members all the more.

Another game they have escalated is imposed "perceptual lapses"; in one instance a red and green anoraked couple were in oncoming ambulatory gangstalk mode, and the perps planted the notion in my mind that they were holding hands, which forced a re-look, and they were not. Which means that the perps planted a wholly erroneous scenario, first after setting it up with the couple walking side by side, and then caused me to re-ascertain this planted supposition. I have never had any perceptual "mistakes" of any kind until they got a handle on doing this kind of fuckery in late 2004. Now, it is common, and likely part of the "forced errors" scenarios they constantly create.

2240h
More reading or Wade Frazier's site; one doesn't believe of a conspiratorial cabal around the topic of so-called free energy, this story should set one strainght. A whole trove of learning about the real world is on this site.

Time to blog off and call this day done, as I am getting chilled somehow.

Being Done Over by Doing Too Much

1915h
It is raining currently, and the rain first began only five minutes of me heading out to walk from the OB Rec. Center to my apartment, 30 minutes away. And it did get dark earlier, but has since brightened up, causing me to close the curtain earlier than normal, by two hours. And that equates to more perp games at dusk time, one that is particularly fraught for their experimentation studies on me, given the myriad games that have gone on at this juncture of the day.

I am also being rendered as "physically tired" when in fact I never had this problem before. The cover story is my usual Thursday routine; a vigorous yoga workout from 1130 to 1230h, and then at 1400h, a 30 minute walk to the OB Rec. Center which includes only 6 minutes of aerobic exercise time. The remainder of the workout was spent on floor exercises, free weights and exercise machines. Then a 30 minute walk back afterward.

And if I have been doing this for over 6 weeks now, why am I getting worse in my adaptation to the effort? And the same question should also be asked why am I sweating so much more, even in yoga? Well it so happens, that when one is wet, one makes for a better specimen to study energetics interactions from remote locations, which is what they are doing IMHO. And that the perps are both the ones to bring on this Pseudosweating as I call it, as they are to fix the mind-fuck script for me, and the precise placement and interaction of all the players I meet in any given day.

The Pseudosweating is not new, and in hindsight they have been doing this to me for over 8 years, when I started aerobics and cardiokick exercises which are a lot more active than yoga. But somehow, all that past Pseudosweating wasn't good enough, and nor was yoga since I began it this year, so they then applied the Pseudosweating to "happen" in yoga, right down to soaking my shirt. It is fucking absurd that I cannot be left alone to workout, and it is deemed as an free-for-all by the psychopathic assholes that keep harassing me 24x7.

I always wondered why I sweated way more than anyone else in the long past, as I could not understand how if I was in better shape than those to whom I was comparing myself, why was I soaked in sweat long before them? Now I know the answer to this mystery of most of my life. It is the architects of inhumanity prepping me for better and greater opportunities to be wet, and therefore a better energy read. And I swam swim practice with a club for close to 15 years, and was in excellent shape, all the while being wet, and still the harassment assholes didn't deem this good enough in the days of covert harassment.

And as they have followed me from birth, and have awarded me substantive documented learning disabilities in the process, and played endless tricks on me in the guise of normality which were all scripted, they weren't about to give up on their billion dollar nonconsensual experimentation subject, namely me. So, to make a long story short, they went into overt harassment in 2002, and made it plain obvious that I was being stalked, mind-controlled, the subject of unconventional physical forces that often defy gravity (flying food laterally tonight, and plastering it on the wall), and I am best served up when they make me, (or mind-fuck me more like), extremely annoyed. It is their biggest play, and they have already pulled this once in the course of writing this up, by jerking me into making three typos in succession over the word "the", even if I have 30 years of keyboard experience. No cover story needed in this instance.

I had plenty to mention about today's gangstalkings, and "somehow" I got diverted to writing up the above summary, and cannot "recall" what was the topic for tonight.

I got the usual 600 to 800 gangstalking vehicles while out walking along the major thoroughfares today, with the usual clusters by color, as well as the equispaced trains of headlit vehicles in specific sequences according to color, vehicle type and vehicle design. I had my camera with me, but couldn't get any of the more outrageous examples for the rain, no coincidence that. And I notice that the perps are posing for their pictures, even if looking the other way, as they will then change their comportment after the picture is taken, and still may not be looking at me, and yet they are interacting with me.

Which is a long way of saying that the entire picture taking process, the decision to take picture, getting the camera switched on, and depressing the shutter is entirely mind-controlled so that the timing with the subject's posing and faux reaction is impeccable. So much for cataloging the sins of the perps. And should there be any deviance from the script in this respect, why, the camera is remotely switched off or otherwise defeated for a few crucial seconds. One intended picture was the lead-ahead gangstalker placing his hand behind his back for no apparent reason, and just when I wanted to take a picture, the camera was off, when I had switched it on. Only when the operative was finished fiddling with his hand at his back, was the camera functional again.

And there are other instances where the camera gets switched off when all my instincts would be to have it on. The negro gangstalker popping out from the corner of the building and turning 90 degrees was a classic, as the perps have already pulled that stunt at that same corner. So what happens? The mind-fuck is laid on, depleting my knowledge of the possibility of this known stunt, and lo, a special gangstalking specimen emerges 6' in front of me. Funny how I don't recall any of the perp habits when at one time I knew them all, and in what context. And funny how only now am "I" (in the mind-controlled collective sense) taking pictures of the ongoing harassment fuckery when I could of been doing this since 12-2005 when I got a new camera, and haven't. That is a perfect example of how my (permitted) intentions and actions are only to serve the perp's purposes when they deem it is to their advantage. There are simply too many "happenchances" for this to be anything but tightly scripted.

And I am getting the planted romantic script again, having seen this one woman at Thursday yoga for whom I have absolutely no interest in. And her hair was in this bizarre iridescent red-brown color that gives me the heebie-jeebies. I cannot stand to look at her hair, especially highlighted in the light as it was, and at one point the perps mind-controlled me into making a needless turn to have another look when it was the last thing I wanted to do. One gets very astute as to what a perp controlled move is, and what is closer to self-directed, or is more of a natural move.

Her hair wasn't the only one on display today; I got the green hair show, and later some blue hair. More of the grotesque freak show that is my life. I also got another fully covered arms tatoo act nearby when working out. This dude follows me and plants himself on a machine 10' away with the aisle between us. Then the perps pass various gangtalkers between us, in varying colors of clothes. His tatoos were predominantly in green, and lo, if there wasn't a green vehicle parked out front, viewable through the windows. It too departs as part of the green color interaction testing that the perps wanted to focus on at that moment. For the record, I find tatoos gross, and that may be some long ago traumatization consequence for which I have no recollection of the causal event.

This recreation center recieved a huge upgrade in 2004, and I can only surmise that it was arranged to make it serve the harassment agenda after they found out in 2002 and to mid-2003 that they needed to screw me for longer, much longer, than the forced hospital stay with the "patient" operatives/gangstalkers. Hence the line of windows that faces the road outside, some 60' away, and parading color coordinated vehicles past three times in one session last week. (The fire truck being one last week; three passes that were coordinated with where in the workout room I was located).

And the perps put on some blatant plasma beams today; one red beam was 6' long by 5" wide, some 5' in front of me, and at a 30 degree angle from horizontal with vertical clipped ends. But as it so "happened" everyone else was turned the other way, headed to retrieve the big exercise balls. Some other small point source beams were also coming off me from what I could see in the mirror, and again, no one mentions anything.

I got the usual corralling when at workout, the clustering around me after I moved from the artificially lit side of the workout area to the machines that were in the sunlight, through the glass. They put Mr. Red in on me again, as they did two days ago when I was there. And it "so happened", this same gangstalker was put on me in the change room when I first arrived, and the lighting was dimmed as well, under the cover of being a maintenance issue, which also served as an excuse to put a ladder up in my proximity. The water fountain games are also getting more obstructional; each time "I" (in the collective mind-controlled sense) wanted to get a drink from the fountain, they had an operative or shill planted there. Another round of dashed expectations again, one of the most venerable perp games going.

Yesterday at dinner, my ex-wife reminded me of an instance when we saw a Michael Kaeshammer concert some 15 years ago at a New Year's Eve event when they brought on free champagne to the patrons in the seats, and he played on to 0230h in the morning in an amazing concert. Did I remember any of it? Just his name, and there was no reason for me to forget, which suggests that the perps were bombing my recall a long time ago, and possibly setting up this instance of faint recall. At first I said I didn't remember, and as she got into more detail, then it clicked. I have never known my recall to be so bad, and mine was always better than hers. It is likely that they also blanked her memory at certain times as well.

2110h
The emanations from this LCD panel are getting severe, and I might be reading books instead, though that alternative gets foiled as well. No reprieve from this vision buggering onslaught.

I was introduced to a new mind-fuck game today at OB Rec, Center. A dude was putzing with the weights while I was doing lunges and looking at my form in the mirror. For the most part, it was easier to see this dude in the mirror, and I only paid minimal attention to this act, as he was doing the usual gangstalker routine of bending over and extending his ass toward me from 3' away. Then at some point the perps directed me to look at him in the mirror, and instead of the normal perception of sensing this was a reflection, the assholes planted the notion in my mind that what I saw in the mirror was a real person, and not a reflection. This harassment mind-fuck stunt was immediately relieved by looking at my own reflection only, and not looking anywhere else. This is perceptual sabotage is another "never-before", and ranks up there with the other disorienting games that are going on. Anyhow, it is simply amazing how many perception games the perps can arrange, though I am quite sure I don't get to experience the full suite, and nor to the intensity they could unleash if they wanted to.

Another game the perps like to play is to have me get the gender incorrect of a specially planted gangstalker or operative. Today, they put a short white haired lardass in a formless coat some 40' in front of me, and it seemed to be the appearance of a man judging by the hair. Anyhow, this gangstalker dawdled at the pedestrian crossing allowing me to catch up, and lo, if it wasn't a woman after all. I usually get one of these every two weeks or so, and they do like me to know that "I" got it wrong. This suggests that they are still digging for the full perceptual experience of seeing a man versus a woman, and having me make a "mistake" in this respect, and then by correcting my perception, this will likely provide a bounty of associations and psi energies the perps are attempting to quantify. Not my problem, so why am I getting harassed over it?

In the news, I see that Paris Hilton was released from jail. I have remarked in past blogs on the perp's predisposition to plant young blonde women around me, usually at the outset of a gangstalking session or in a new venue. And it would seem that Paris Hilton has followed in the footsteps of Martha Stewart as the blonde woman in prison, and while it seems perverse to even consider the comparison, I am going to ramble on this topic for a bit.

Another perp fixation is the color of one's clothes, and how that influences the subject/victim, and also, how that energetically interacts with other's and their clothing. So it could well be that both Martha Stewart and Paris Hilton were being tested for clothing color interactions, given that they would be likely wearing one color prison garb. And I did find it interesting that Paris Hilton was given a premature release, which was rescinded, and that also fits the pattern of the perp's testing, doing something needlessly twice or more, especially when they are on the cusp of figuring something out.

Do I have any proof of this? Of course not, but I am beginning to understand that there is more manipulation of individuals going on than it seems. I don't want to specify as to what level mind-control is going on, as I don't know for sure. My main focus is to clearly identify anomalous events and circumstances as they relate to my 53 year history of being exposed to events and occurences that are of significant interest to the perps. The Essential Postings to the right is the collection of what I have learned is of continuing interest to the perps, and this has origins long before they went into overt harassment on me over five years ago.

When one has arrived at the conclusion one's entire existence is polluted by the perps, it makes it very easy to observe their interests owing to their timing of noisestalking and other harassment methods.

2200h
I am getting the fuzzy black balls coming at me in formation pairs, and the whitish emanations are getting severe, so I am going to call this a posting and blog off for the day.

Fifth Year Anniversary of Harassment

1130h
Today marks the fifth year the perps descended upon me in sustained harassment and sabotage barrage that has not let up. On that date, they took me asleep out of my apartment, and some 10 hours later returned me, and to then lay on this bizarre display of masers, plasma beams, sonic assaults and many others. After that, they settled in for nonstop gangstalking, even at work, plus all the harassment that continues to this day.

And to commemorate this, they have launched a fruit fly assault, by having one appear and disppear in front of the LCD display, and then driving it toward my face. And magically I trap it in my hand, and it "somehow" escapes. Other variants of this stunt are to have a fuzzy black maser zinger "substitute" itself in place of the fruit fly as I am tracking it. The possibilities are endless.

1200h
An iteration of door slamming, vision impairments, outside vehicles with loud mufflers, glass bottle bashing, masers and plasma beams is continuing; the operative herd is on the move, along with the excessive noise that goes with it. Now, the overhead clunking has arrived in this pre-lunchtime noise, vibration, plasma, vision etc. assault. As always, there are certain trigger words and concepts that bring on extra noise, today it is prisons, punishment, torture, governmental malfeasance by design (e.g. US prosecutors firings), fuel cells and a few others that don't come to mind. As always, specific transpositions and typos are continuing, so it is best I start another journaling later.

1405h
A continuation of above noisestalking flurries is in progress, now after lunch. All the unlikely and stupid noises, with the occasional replica noise from outside.

I am getting more perceptual fuckovers; an object in peripherial vision becomes "attached" to the wrong meaning altogether, and forcing me to look at it just to confirm it is what it always was. For example, some black paint on the opposite wall which has been there for months now, "somehow" gets tagged with the notion (as in planted mind-fuck notion) that it is someone sitting on the stairs above it. Any of these kind of "errors" need to be corrected by looking at the object, which was probably the intent in the first place. Funny how these very fundamental problems never get mentioned at the doctor's office, though I suspect that if I did, he would be obligated to take some action, something he isn't inclined to do in any event, as he knows all this is planted on me by the assholes, and he likely has already been paid off in some way.

And the perps are noisetalking me all over when I am looking at cinema series; there is a fixation they have anytime I percieve of a face or body part, especially with varied colors of yellow, purple, brown etc. skin tones, which I am sure the assholes have arranged.

1520h
I am off to my parents' for a Feral Family Gangstalk, and as PC access is limited there, I will call this a post for the day.