04-23-2017
And what is it about audio volume for music and videos that so interests the perps that they must relentlessly fuck with it? Either lowering the volume or shutting it off. Yesterday a 10 minute screaming-at-the-assholes show erupted when they fucked with the Oppo, when I put on the first movie in months. The movie volume would not come through the audio system. Eventually it was "solved" as they stopped mind-fucking me as to the correct input switch on the amplifier. I have played movies on this system many times, and "somehow" I got screwed up, and "somehow" when I was on the correct setting, there was still no volume. Then it suddenly worked.
Tonight they are busy screwing me out of having Youtube play through the same audio system, but the PC based player is working. Normally I don't have to make any audio gear switches from player to internet (all from the PC), but for some reason this is not working tonight. Other than blatant fuckery, another trick of theirs is to pull the plugs out some connections, to prevent the signal getting through. Another was 6 weeks ago when they broke a soldered joint in the interconnect cable connector that formerly worked fine. Said joint was protected and in no way flexed or messed with, and "somehow", it failed inside the hard shell RCA connector all by itself. Direct hardware fuckery goes back to 2002 when they could remotely limit the volume on my Sony Discman when I was listening at the gym while on the treadmill. They kept slowly diminishing the volume and eventually I gave up on that device as a useful player.
I cannot conceive as to why a billion dollar per year budgeted black operation has to fuck with my audio listening for 15 years. Are they utterly and organizationally insane as they are malevolent and relentless, or is there something important to the inner workings of the brain as promoted by listening to music? I suspect it is the dopaminergic response they are attempting to determine (or remotely replicate), which is entirely consistent with their objectives for these 15 years of this imposed abuse-athon. Don't they ever get it? Just leave me the fuck alone.
Landlord pop-ups in the window, facing to the side, perfectly catching my peripherial vision, something the perps have been long testing, as in been there, done that. Turns out he was doing some lawn edging, something I have never known him to do in the four years I have lived here. He was doing pop-ups in the kitchen window on one occasion two years
04-24-2017
Monday, and onto vineyard work, finishing up trellis wire moving. The top wires needed to be moved up one final notch on the slotted posts. It was hard work for the shorter two women on the crew. The weather started off wet, hence ski jacket. Then by afternoon it was warmer, down to my shirt, and headphones on. That didn't stop the weather drama though; big black clouds to the W formed and brought cool air, but thankfully, it skipped by on the other side of the lake and didn't unload on us. Big black clouds formed to the E too, enough for some serious rain threat, but didn't come over either. Between the dark rain clouds as the afternoon developed, and only getting a few spattering out of it
04-25-2017
Digging out weeds in the vineyard; the bunch grass is a formidable invader, and gets stronger each year. No herbicide treatments here, just mechanized weed cultivation which is in need of an upgrade. In other words, it doesn't get them all by any means, and once the bunch grass is established, it cannot get it out. Or else, it cuts the weed off at the roots and then displaces them, all for them to re-start in short order.
There is two of us weeding together, one from each side of the row. The NZ woman was my worker-mate, and she was reasonable conversation for the day. And to add to the show, three helicopters came to visit the vineyard tasting room in the afternoon. First we had to move our vehicles; then a Bell 206 came in and departed, and then two smaller Robinson 244's arrived and set down on the same helipad. I wasn't nearby, so I couldn't see how close they were, but it did seem unusual.
A 2.5 hour nap attack tonight. As nearly always, I was not running a sleep deficit and there was no conventional reason for needing so much extra sleep.
04-27-2017
Another day of digging weeds, very heavy clods of bunch grass, often 15-25lb. Brutal work, not unlike those gulag dwellers who are to grow their own food. Except that they don't get paid for it. I still work with the NZ woman, who is a valiant trooper and sticks with it in reasonable humor.
All those green tips of grass that I see all day long in the course of the above weeding are fodder for plasmic and visual fuckery. The Psychopaths replay the same grass visage in front of me; either in front of this LCD or a book or whatever. It is the same pattern of vertical grass shoot tips and their characteristic color. Why do I need to be hounded with the same color and pattern I see all day long at home? They say that every individual's perception of color is neurologically different, so maybe the Psychopaths need to hit me with this day-long image in different lighting and location to then learn how to remotely fuck with my color perception. Surely they could fuck with some one who is color blind? Or maybe they already did that, as I had a color blind co-worker one summer I worked in the woods.
Back to the bad old days when the Psychopaths would block the toilet. They pulled this one tonight, as a signature escalation after three days of consistently having me need to take a crap immediately getting back from a day's work of weed pulling.
Then a sudden later need to take another crap with the debris from their above mentioned antics still stewing with the bleach. So... time to take the plunge, so to speak, and thankfully, no overflow games. This following listening/viewing my very favorite audio artist, EC, on Youtube. Then onto bill payments, another longstanding point of invasive fuckery I have come to learn firsthand since this insane abuse began in 04-2002. Clearly, taking a crap has very much been escalated to tactical levels in the last year, sometimes three a day. Quite different from the once per three days until 2016.
Three rounds of leg cramps last night, screaming at the assholes each time. The "usual" magnesium bisglycinate didn't work for some reason, and I had to tough it out. The joys of having one's low dopamine condition exploited to the maximum continue.
And in predictable fashion, I embark on listening to a new artist on Allflac, and lo, the player craps out when it was working just fine with EC, per above. There is utterly no reason whatsoever for the PC-Oppo player combination not to work, as the settings are the same, and I can normally switch between Youtube and Allflac, both internet sources, no problem. Suddenly this audio "problem" comes on when wanting to switch to a new artist.
Which begets a broader perp tactic of selective introductions to people, either live or via music or film. An example would be someone texting, then later phoning, then in person, strung over a week or longer. Doing it in reverse is also a possible variation. The DVD film of Volver which I had bought used suddenly crapped out in mid film, thereby freezing my viewing of the luminous actress, PC.
04-28-2017
My, a sudden change up in my work detail. I got to run the tractor with a mechanical Grape Hoe attached on the side, which turns up the soil next to the grape vine and along the row. A whole day no less, of running a tractor for the first time. And the most surprising thing was nothing major went wrong, in a world where things go wrong at 5x the normal rate. Sure, I drove over a post at one point in the afternoon, but that was it. There was a 80' ravine next to the vine rows for the afternoon, and thankfully, nothing too close or threatening, though it was of constant concern of course. I don't know quite how to read this experience of a new endeavor where not much went wrong; either the Psychopaths will get me in spades next time, or else they may relent as it is part of my orchestrated "career path". We shall see.
And of course it saved me from hand weeding all day, back breaking toil as mentioned above.
An evening time visit to my knee-capped colleague, still in a brace from his work accident three weeks ago. Though this time with a smaller and more flexible brace. And so I walked to his place to try get him going on watching videos by taking my spare Blu-ray player. But the poor boy is "Appled"; no HDMI connections, no CD player for crissakes. I loaned him a box of DVD's and he hasn't got to one yet. I don't know what exactly is going on; if I was laid up I would make sure all my audio and video gear was working via the remote control.
Anyhow, we drank wine for a time aand chatted, expending the bottle I brought. Like last week, it seems I am there for some kind of script role; his bemused countenance didn't miss my attention, this time or last.
04-29-2017
Saturday, and laundry to get done. Then to help my injured colleague again, this time taking mounds of bottles to the recycle, ones sitting in bags that had been there for a year or more. The recycle place stinks of stale beer and I loathe going there, but I do only for special situations, this being one. Mostly I dump my bottles in the bins out back and don't bother claiming any refund.
The refund was enough for lunch which he graciously bought at a nearby chain restaurant. He conveyed more about his life in Japan, which is nothing what it seems on the surface. Then onto a few stores to do his shopping, and then to take him back to his place.
It was the usual gangstalk gong show when I out and about with my colleague; even some weird ones; a couple sitting in their brown vehicle opposite when I pulled into the mall parking lot, and still there when we returned 15 min. later. We get into my vehicle, a light brown colored Escape, and then a dude from the opposite vehicle gets out, begins to approach us, stares at us, and then returns to the back of his vehicle. We didn't do anything to invoke this near-threatening behavior, but here it was. This dude in camo tights (!!) with baggy shorts over top for crissakes. As we depart I see him walking through the very location we were parked. All that posing and near-threat posturing over no provocation, this mofo does a vacated parking stall walk-through, standard perp fare. Similar to last night at 2400h when walking home; a mofo comes at me from across the street and then diverts his course in the last five seconds. Like WTF; why is pedestrian traffic as bad as the vehicular traffic?
And while above activities were conducted, the on-off pestilent potential Camry buyer started up his texting, now looking to make a deal. First he attempted to exploit some mechanical faults, then I responded that I would deal with the one semi-legitimate one in a few weeks when I got the summer tires on, he later then responded he could save me the money by doing it himself if he could purchase the car ASAP. It is too confusing to relate, but the guy has got his bargaining wrong, and is only getting a lower price because he is a pest that is aided by the fact that no one else seems to be interested in my very reliable vehicle. This would be his second round of apparent interest in the vehicle, so we shall see. The whole text-negotiation exercise is getting too tedious.
04-30-2017
Finally, I sold my Camry to above pest, even if the bank was closed and forced me to keep the cash on hand, paid in 20's for crissakes. I didn't know he was coming today until I got a text at 1430h when I was out hiking. I made it back by 1530h and he still hadn't shown up. He did after 10 minutes or so, and then went to the bank and the ATM wouldn't take the wad of bills, no matter how few I fed it. Onto the insurance people but they were closed, so we tried three more, still closed. Either he or his pal suggested Wal Mart, and lo, if there wasn't an open insurance bureau there, and we got the deal done. My plates off, and his new ones on, and my insurance cancelled, and his put on. All done with the background whooping and yelping at the adjacent photo business, surely put on as it carried on for far too long if it was a legit photo shoot.
Three freaking months being posted online and all I got was two lookers who counted and one party of lookers who didn't even drive it. Maybe a couple of other calls who didn't show up, and that was it. All over a very reliable and well maintained two owner 1997 Camry with no history of wrecks, damage or anything else problematic. Go figure.
Said pest "needed" to use my washroom when he came, getting my instant suspicion that this was more perp fuckery, given their interest in all kinds of body waste, and the on-off sabotage ructions with the toilet these days, including blocking it for no seeming reason, as all I did was piss in it. Even my landlord got into the scene, "happening" to be driving by in his red pickup truck as I turned over the keys to the buyer. Go figure.Or is this just more idiocy over conducting a transaction, a rare car sale variety.
The evening time lassitude has come on, so I shall post this so it gets done and not drag on for another week. i see a new feature of Blogger is that the Save button flashes orange when it saves. Just what I needed, more orange flashing.
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Sunday, April 30, 2017
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Overnight Port Wine Stain Arrival
07-08-2013
I see that the windows of this stand-alone suite were replaced today, just as I was notified in advance. The owners indicated that this might be planned a month ago, but wasn't sure when it might happen. But the window installers did it in true perp style by making a mess. That is to say, there was a fine layer of pink dust from the stucco on the outside had "somehow "got inside and came down around each of the four window locations. That is, on furniture, the kitchen counter, clothes etc. Make my day assholes; I loathe messes, and this time they put the Windows Gang on me to make a mess in four locations.The installer said the old windows were leaky and making out he couldn't do anything about it. Was I allowed to ask him if he had a vacuum attachment on his saw, or if he taped the windows up before he started. No..sirr, putting Fuckwits on the spot and calling them on their BS is not allowed.
07-09-2013
I thought that port wine stains on skin, usually Caucasian skin I would think, were determined at birth, a la Gorbachev. Not only did I get two red wine moles arranged vertically on my chest and within an inch of each other back in 2005 or so, but I got a new one last night on my face. Yes...sirr, these strange and persistent things/abuses can arrive overnight, and on my R. cheekbone, where there is minimal flesh covering the location. Not directly visible face on, but evident on my R. side profile. I am infuriated that this bullshit is done to me after 11 years of this sustained abuse. Seems the perps need a dark red mark to go with the present spate of cherry picking I have been assigned to. And I see the pics of it did not turn out.
On the general abuse front, there are plasma spots, flashes in my field of view lately, often the persistent kind that stay in my vision from outside to inside and then up the stairs to the next floor. These are important transition points for the perps, who put on no end jerkarounds over egress over these critical locations. I cannot shake these light flashes from my view, and sometimes they will change color and then revert back to the first color, often green, light and dark at different events. Often the shapes are segmented lines straight or arced.
And at least six ponytail male eruptions/stalkings after work today, when driving into town. Even a "greeter" at the parking lot pay machine was part of this freakshow.
Day 2 of the window installers' mess; I put sheets over all the things I could, so guess what, I get to launder them later this week. One of the Windows Gang put an ice cream cone in my freezer using my bowl, and the asshole didn't even clean it retrieving it. And no less, "somehow" I didn't see that it was in a bowl, as the perps wiped this particular object from my visual/cognitive field when I first saw it in the freezer. I spend over an hour doing vacuming the entire floor area of the place, cleaned the counters, top of fridge etc.
And I have yet to read Dean Radin's book, The Conscious Universe, which I can rightfully blame the perps as I bought it at least two years ago and haven't turned a page. But I see Supernormal: Science, Yoga, and the Evidence for Extraordinary Psychic Abilities in the same theme, and directly addresses yoga. I have often wondered what the perp's yoga fixation is about, and this new book might provide some insight. Based on the advertising copy, I would say he is on the right track, and should be thankful he doesn't get cancered or otherwise whacked like some of the leading physics thinkers.
07-10-2013
A two hour nap attack, (though I got FUD-ed, so it might have been three hours), tea time at beginning and afterward, no dinner. I still feel wasted after the nap, a perp trademark I have come to know. Perhaps it relates to what follows; read on.
I am listening to a Bonnie Raitt CD, the re-master of Give It Up, one of my very favorite albums. To do so, the perps put me through three PC players after obstructing Windows Media Player and increasing my annoyance before the CD would finally play. And lo, if it didn't play from two sources (different software), one on top of the other. This is my fourth copy of the album; the first LP in 1973 got warped on the turntable in the sun, and the second LP seemed served me well until a generic "LP-disease" came on and caused localized warps on many of my LP's to have me replace them all in 1993 or so. (Yes, I looked after my LP's, and kept them from sun, heat, cold etc.). Then a CD was next, and now this re-master version. I first bought Give It Up in 1974, and turned a number of friends on to Bonnie Raitt's distinct talents. Back in 1990, by "fluke", I saw her win her first and fourth Grammy on TV, as I was studying at the time, and the house owner controlled the TV. It is one of my favorite albums, and perhaps that is the reason the perps put me through a long and unneeded nap in advance of playing the CD.
07-13-2013
Saturday...
A two and a half hour nap attack this afternoon, and I felt groggy for at least an hour after that. I slept an extra two hours this morning, so I did not need the sleep. (Plus, some vile dreams in progress before I awakened). The associated deal seemed to be the post nap activity of cutting up the cooked chicken in the fridge. It was the first time I cut into it, though I pulled a leg off it four days ago when the Window Gang (per above) were here. As I had the last of the prior chicken until two days ago, one could say there was chicken-overlap, having both in the fridge for three days (until yesterday), and this one was begun today. As the perps routinely noisestalk me over cutting of chicken meat, or any food item for that matter, it doesn't suprise me that they hit me with an advance nap attack.
Earlier, the laundromat stalkathon, with the parking lot duly arranged with vehicles and trailers. This time a 20' boat and trailer behind a pickup truck dominated the parking, and stayed there for the entire time, some 1.5 hours. After I returned from errands while the load was washing, a pickup with a 20' flat deck trailer pulled in beside the boat and trailer. Call it trailer-on-trailer action, for whatever reason the perps find in this particular vehicle. A few weeks ago, for two visits a week apart, they put on a camper-trailer in the same parking lot. The owner was one of the stalkers at the motel (until May 31) and didn't have either the trailer or the pickup towing vehicle then. Funny how these shiftless males can come up spades in such a short span.
They put on a negro at the laundromat this morning, he first came to stand by his active washing machine and then feign putting more money it, an absurd proposition as it didn't need money. There is nothing one can do once the load has begun to launder. Said negro returned for my return when the drying cycle was done. Not only was he looking at his laptop, a very common perp prop, he then got up to cross my path after I came by. And lo, if he didn't have his laundry in the dryer next to mine, just like his washing. Way back in 2004-2005 the perps put a negro woman on my ass, as in stalking me, at a laundromat. A car from the state of Georgia was parked outside, and she "happened" to have her laundry in the next machine. She gives me this sneering look for no reason that I could discern, and I stare back, and she then departs. Fucking weird then, and thankfully today's laundromat negro kept his head down and staring at his laptop.
I see the above mentioned port wine stain has mostly disappeared, so some reprieve from the Fourth Reich on the facial flaws front.
07-14-2013
Sunday, and a "need" to get a hike came on. I did my usual MacIntyre Bluff early enough that there wasn't hordes and herds of faux hikers to navigate past.
But no rest for tanning, as the forest ants kept crawling over me, and the bee "happened" to buzz me when I had both hands busy.
Another forced nap attack after the hike, a good two hours and the third in a week. As above, note the prior or subsequent events for a perp connection. And lo, if they didn't pull another ant invasion in the kitchen, in two places it turned out. Another freak-out from the ants, juvenile ants they are, and another clean up job, and then putting liner in the drawers so ant-like scuffs won't be mistaken for the them. I must of spent 50% or more of my free time this past week in the direct service of the perps; nap attacks, stucco dust cleanup, and ants-in-kitchen cleanup.
I see that the windows of this stand-alone suite were replaced today, just as I was notified in advance. The owners indicated that this might be planned a month ago, but wasn't sure when it might happen. But the window installers did it in true perp style by making a mess. That is to say, there was a fine layer of pink dust from the stucco on the outside had "somehow "got inside and came down around each of the four window locations. That is, on furniture, the kitchen counter, clothes etc. Make my day assholes; I loathe messes, and this time they put the Windows Gang on me to make a mess in four locations.The installer said the old windows were leaky and making out he couldn't do anything about it. Was I allowed to ask him if he had a vacuum attachment on his saw, or if he taped the windows up before he started. No..sirr, putting Fuckwits on the spot and calling them on their BS is not allowed.
07-09-2013
I thought that port wine stains on skin, usually Caucasian skin I would think, were determined at birth, a la Gorbachev. Not only did I get two red wine moles arranged vertically on my chest and within an inch of each other back in 2005 or so, but I got a new one last night on my face. Yes...sirr, these strange and persistent things/abuses can arrive overnight, and on my R. cheekbone, where there is minimal flesh covering the location. Not directly visible face on, but evident on my R. side profile. I am infuriated that this bullshit is done to me after 11 years of this sustained abuse. Seems the perps need a dark red mark to go with the present spate of cherry picking I have been assigned to. And I see the pics of it did not turn out.
On the general abuse front, there are plasma spots, flashes in my field of view lately, often the persistent kind that stay in my vision from outside to inside and then up the stairs to the next floor. These are important transition points for the perps, who put on no end jerkarounds over egress over these critical locations. I cannot shake these light flashes from my view, and sometimes they will change color and then revert back to the first color, often green, light and dark at different events. Often the shapes are segmented lines straight or arced.
And at least six ponytail male eruptions/stalkings after work today, when driving into town. Even a "greeter" at the parking lot pay machine was part of this freakshow.
Day 2 of the window installers' mess; I put sheets over all the things I could, so guess what, I get to launder them later this week. One of the Windows Gang put an ice cream cone in my freezer using my bowl, and the asshole didn't even clean it retrieving it. And no less, "somehow" I didn't see that it was in a bowl, as the perps wiped this particular object from my visual/cognitive field when I first saw it in the freezer. I spend over an hour doing vacuming the entire floor area of the place, cleaned the counters, top of fridge etc.
And I have yet to read Dean Radin's book, The Conscious Universe, which I can rightfully blame the perps as I bought it at least two years ago and haven't turned a page. But I see Supernormal: Science, Yoga, and the Evidence for Extraordinary Psychic Abilities in the same theme, and directly addresses yoga. I have often wondered what the perp's yoga fixation is about, and this new book might provide some insight. Based on the advertising copy, I would say he is on the right track, and should be thankful he doesn't get cancered or otherwise whacked like some of the leading physics thinkers.
07-10-2013
A two hour nap attack, (though I got FUD-ed, so it might have been three hours), tea time at beginning and afterward, no dinner. I still feel wasted after the nap, a perp trademark I have come to know. Perhaps it relates to what follows; read on.
I am listening to a Bonnie Raitt CD, the re-master of Give It Up, one of my very favorite albums. To do so, the perps put me through three PC players after obstructing Windows Media Player and increasing my annoyance before the CD would finally play. And lo, if it didn't play from two sources (different software), one on top of the other. This is my fourth copy of the album; the first LP in 1973 got warped on the turntable in the sun, and the second LP seemed served me well until a generic "LP-disease" came on and caused localized warps on many of my LP's to have me replace them all in 1993 or so. (Yes, I looked after my LP's, and kept them from sun, heat, cold etc.). Then a CD was next, and now this re-master version. I first bought Give It Up in 1974, and turned a number of friends on to Bonnie Raitt's distinct talents. Back in 1990, by "fluke", I saw her win her first and fourth Grammy on TV, as I was studying at the time, and the house owner controlled the TV. It is one of my favorite albums, and perhaps that is the reason the perps put me through a long and unneeded nap in advance of playing the CD.
07-13-2013
Saturday...
A two and a half hour nap attack this afternoon, and I felt groggy for at least an hour after that. I slept an extra two hours this morning, so I did not need the sleep. (Plus, some vile dreams in progress before I awakened). The associated deal seemed to be the post nap activity of cutting up the cooked chicken in the fridge. It was the first time I cut into it, though I pulled a leg off it four days ago when the Window Gang (per above) were here. As I had the last of the prior chicken until two days ago, one could say there was chicken-overlap, having both in the fridge for three days (until yesterday), and this one was begun today. As the perps routinely noisestalk me over cutting of chicken meat, or any food item for that matter, it doesn't suprise me that they hit me with an advance nap attack.
Earlier, the laundromat stalkathon, with the parking lot duly arranged with vehicles and trailers. This time a 20' boat and trailer behind a pickup truck dominated the parking, and stayed there for the entire time, some 1.5 hours. After I returned from errands while the load was washing, a pickup with a 20' flat deck trailer pulled in beside the boat and trailer. Call it trailer-on-trailer action, for whatever reason the perps find in this particular vehicle. A few weeks ago, for two visits a week apart, they put on a camper-trailer in the same parking lot. The owner was one of the stalkers at the motel (until May 31) and didn't have either the trailer or the pickup towing vehicle then. Funny how these shiftless males can come up spades in such a short span.
They put on a negro at the laundromat this morning, he first came to stand by his active washing machine and then feign putting more money it, an absurd proposition as it didn't need money. There is nothing one can do once the load has begun to launder. Said negro returned for my return when the drying cycle was done. Not only was he looking at his laptop, a very common perp prop, he then got up to cross my path after I came by. And lo, if he didn't have his laundry in the dryer next to mine, just like his washing. Way back in 2004-2005 the perps put a negro woman on my ass, as in stalking me, at a laundromat. A car from the state of Georgia was parked outside, and she "happened" to have her laundry in the next machine. She gives me this sneering look for no reason that I could discern, and I stare back, and she then departs. Fucking weird then, and thankfully today's laundromat negro kept his head down and staring at his laptop.
I see the above mentioned port wine stain has mostly disappeared, so some reprieve from the Fourth Reich on the facial flaws front.
07-14-2013
Sunday, and a "need" to get a hike came on. I did my usual MacIntyre Bluff early enough that there wasn't hordes and herds of faux hikers to navigate past.
But no rest for tanning, as the forest ants kept crawling over me, and the bee "happened" to buzz me when I had both hands busy.
Another forced nap attack after the hike, a good two hours and the third in a week. As above, note the prior or subsequent events for a perp connection. And lo, if they didn't pull another ant invasion in the kitchen, in two places it turned out. Another freak-out from the ants, juvenile ants they are, and another clean up job, and then putting liner in the drawers so ant-like scuffs won't be mistaken for the them. I must of spent 50% or more of my free time this past week in the direct service of the perps; nap attacks, stucco dust cleanup, and ants-in-kitchen cleanup.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Have Some PVC Smell With Your Haircut
1105h
I just had about the most grossest haircut, and it wasn't the hair, but the barrage of PVC smell and the stylist's BO. One smell or the other or both, fitting with the recently escalated fuckery of creating combinations of noise that once ran singly. The stylist was also behaving strangely and hadn't shaved. All too strange, especially when the guy was hanging around outside this apartment building yesterday. I suppose this is a prepatory engagement for yoga that will begin in 20 minutes, always a high-harassment event afterwards. Hopefully no BO there as I need a respite from the offensive malodorous haircut.
1550h
The odd smell from the above repetoire has erupted since the above foul smell affront, but nothing too serious. Between the first trip to the stylist's and the second to yoga and back, I have had one vehicular rundown attempt, one elevator run-in (the asshole is parked at the door and attempting to get in before I got out, this on the main lobby floor), two Left Hand drive pedestrians coming straight at me for 100' and wouldn't veer until some 10' in front of me and then give me the stare, and I was't allowed to pee in toilet as the stream gets diverted no matter where aimed. All in a day's work as a targeted individual (TI), and still one more outing for the cleaning job later.
And more weirdness at the yoga classroom with all four of the classmembers (10 minutes early this was) sitting in the chairs at the side of the room. This is where I usually initially sit to take my shoes and jacket off. After getting on my mat they were still there for my pre-yoga stretches. After a few minutes they all went to their respective mats at the same time, even though they don't know each other. Perhaps some herd instinct is expectable from the newcomers, but not among the regulars. And again, the latecomer planted herself and her brown top beside and behind my left side. Opposite, the dude with the hair bob was in his loud orange grunge shirt, and an off/on regular woman was beside him in a red top. More color clashing games it would seem, as this is a common combination among the street freakshow they put on. I don't know why the assholes like to present me with the red-orange combinations, and yellow-red combinations, but they do.
In the yoga class there was plenty of plasma beams flitting around, and a much more intensified delivery of yellow light flashes and strings of yellow dots off my lenses of my eyeglasses. All I had to do was change the direction of my focus and the lens flashes would stop, which shouldn't happen if it was real world reflections. But as regular readers will know, I have given up on attempting to detect the difference, and anything adverse is considered to be malevolent fuckery. They even had a blue plasma beam sitting in the mouth of the instructor for a few seconds at the begining. The perps often like to place blue plasma beams from dark shadows, often in the evening. Though of late, they have just tentatively begun placing red plasma beams from the shadows, and this might represent perp research/harassment progress.
While at yoga I had my usual white and light colored crumbs arriving beside me and on the mat or stick to my black track pants. I also routinely get the sensation of a small gritty pebble arriving under my hand, usually the right one, and then sweeping it off on the carpet beside the mat. This little fuck stunt was so popular they did it twice this time. Funny how the grit manages to find me at yoga where one does many hand placements. And I see they have finally allowed a class member to leave at the same door I did. It is the most obvious place to depart from as it is direct to the street, and no one but me had ever used it except for me in 14 months of doing yoga there.
And strange music choices for yoga it would seem, though I am hardly the expert. Songs with words in them are expectable in most circumstances, but not usually for background sound. But anyhow, at least two "hurting" tunes were played, which I found most curious.
And what is with the gangstalkers that they have to put on long beards today? At least a dozen such wackos so far today, and this time not hiding them in their jackets like Scary Dude does. He is a seeming local, and became so local that he now purports to live in this apartment block and accompany me in the elevator. Still, that isn't good enough as he also lounges on the nearby public benches in a red hat and attempts to disguise himself by putting his long scragly beard inside his jacket. I have my regular weirds/freaks of the onging freakshow of gangstalkers that I get treated to, and also I get new ones. The plastic bag toting vagrants are also coming on strong; one leading ahead of me today, and one in the elevator yesterday. And I suppose that they like it that I handly plastic bags extensively in the partime cleaning job, and whatever they gain from this they want to apply it to other locations.
2050h
Just like I predicted above, I keep getting shots of the foul BO smell injected up my nose, and when exhaling the foul smell, a noise to accompany my annoyance of getting tagged with something that has no conventional basis. Repeat smells from nearly 12 hours ago? Welcome to my world, where physical reality is tweaked. As I type this with my earmuffs on a clicking noise has erupted in the left earmuff. And if I take them off, another annoying noise of overhead water gurgling will erupt. And as there is no plumbing overhead, how is this noise being created? And I had the same problem when further from the bathroom in the last apartment residence.
2120h
Here is a stunt staight out of perp school; Pranksters shrink-wrap roadway for third time in a week. My perp assholes fuck with the Cling Wrap every time I use it; they fold it up to make me unravel it, and then it never clings. Except I got a week off a few weeks ago, and then they reverted back to their malevolent form, same box of Cling Wrap.
2250h
More reading online with my plasma and maser games going on all around and over the text on the LCD display. The perps especially like to fill in text with yellow plasma, as if a parched ancient document. Don't ask me what this means in their analytical process, even if they have been doing it for years.
This one is done for the day, and time to post.
I just had about the most grossest haircut, and it wasn't the hair, but the barrage of PVC smell and the stylist's BO. One smell or the other or both, fitting with the recently escalated fuckery of creating combinations of noise that once ran singly. The stylist was also behaving strangely and hadn't shaved. All too strange, especially when the guy was hanging around outside this apartment building yesterday. I suppose this is a prepatory engagement for yoga that will begin in 20 minutes, always a high-harassment event afterwards. Hopefully no BO there as I need a respite from the offensive malodorous haircut.
1550h
The odd smell from the above repetoire has erupted since the above foul smell affront, but nothing too serious. Between the first trip to the stylist's and the second to yoga and back, I have had one vehicular rundown attempt, one elevator run-in (the asshole is parked at the door and attempting to get in before I got out, this on the main lobby floor), two Left Hand drive pedestrians coming straight at me for 100' and wouldn't veer until some 10' in front of me and then give me the stare, and I was't allowed to pee in toilet as the stream gets diverted no matter where aimed. All in a day's work as a targeted individual (TI), and still one more outing for the cleaning job later.
And more weirdness at the yoga classroom with all four of the classmembers (10 minutes early this was) sitting in the chairs at the side of the room. This is where I usually initially sit to take my shoes and jacket off. After getting on my mat they were still there for my pre-yoga stretches. After a few minutes they all went to their respective mats at the same time, even though they don't know each other. Perhaps some herd instinct is expectable from the newcomers, but not among the regulars. And again, the latecomer planted herself and her brown top beside and behind my left side. Opposite, the dude with the hair bob was in his loud orange grunge shirt, and an off/on regular woman was beside him in a red top. More color clashing games it would seem, as this is a common combination among the street freakshow they put on. I don't know why the assholes like to present me with the red-orange combinations, and yellow-red combinations, but they do.
In the yoga class there was plenty of plasma beams flitting around, and a much more intensified delivery of yellow light flashes and strings of yellow dots off my lenses of my eyeglasses. All I had to do was change the direction of my focus and the lens flashes would stop, which shouldn't happen if it was real world reflections. But as regular readers will know, I have given up on attempting to detect the difference, and anything adverse is considered to be malevolent fuckery. They even had a blue plasma beam sitting in the mouth of the instructor for a few seconds at the begining. The perps often like to place blue plasma beams from dark shadows, often in the evening. Though of late, they have just tentatively begun placing red plasma beams from the shadows, and this might represent perp research/harassment progress.
While at yoga I had my usual white and light colored crumbs arriving beside me and on the mat or stick to my black track pants. I also routinely get the sensation of a small gritty pebble arriving under my hand, usually the right one, and then sweeping it off on the carpet beside the mat. This little fuck stunt was so popular they did it twice this time. Funny how the grit manages to find me at yoga where one does many hand placements. And I see they have finally allowed a class member to leave at the same door I did. It is the most obvious place to depart from as it is direct to the street, and no one but me had ever used it except for me in 14 months of doing yoga there.
And strange music choices for yoga it would seem, though I am hardly the expert. Songs with words in them are expectable in most circumstances, but not usually for background sound. But anyhow, at least two "hurting" tunes were played, which I found most curious.
And what is with the gangstalkers that they have to put on long beards today? At least a dozen such wackos so far today, and this time not hiding them in their jackets like Scary Dude does. He is a seeming local, and became so local that he now purports to live in this apartment block and accompany me in the elevator. Still, that isn't good enough as he also lounges on the nearby public benches in a red hat and attempts to disguise himself by putting his long scragly beard inside his jacket. I have my regular weirds/freaks of the onging freakshow of gangstalkers that I get treated to, and also I get new ones. The plastic bag toting vagrants are also coming on strong; one leading ahead of me today, and one in the elevator yesterday. And I suppose that they like it that I handly plastic bags extensively in the partime cleaning job, and whatever they gain from this they want to apply it to other locations.
2050h
Just like I predicted above, I keep getting shots of the foul BO smell injected up my nose, and when exhaling the foul smell, a noise to accompany my annoyance of getting tagged with something that has no conventional basis. Repeat smells from nearly 12 hours ago? Welcome to my world, where physical reality is tweaked. As I type this with my earmuffs on a clicking noise has erupted in the left earmuff. And if I take them off, another annoying noise of overhead water gurgling will erupt. And as there is no plumbing overhead, how is this noise being created? And I had the same problem when further from the bathroom in the last apartment residence.
2120h
Here is a stunt staight out of perp school; Pranksters shrink-wrap roadway for third time in a week. My perp assholes fuck with the Cling Wrap every time I use it; they fold it up to make me unravel it, and then it never clings. Except I got a week off a few weeks ago, and then they reverted back to their malevolent form, same box of Cling Wrap.
2250h
More reading online with my plasma and maser games going on all around and over the text on the LCD display. The perps especially like to fill in text with yellow plasma, as if a parched ancient document. Don't ask me what this means in their analytical process, even if they have been doing it for years.
This one is done for the day, and time to post.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Browser Games
1735h
A noise flurry is on at this post-dinner moment. Even motorcycle noise, as if they were the vehicle of first resort in the rain, which has been on since I got back from yoga at 1230h. (Usually motorcycles are the last resort in the rain, if only for the tricky handling conditions). I was forced to wear my ball cap for the last block walking back when large drops began pelting down. Regular readers will know there are some astonishing "coincidences" with my outings and the weather, as it seems that rain serves as a surrogate street cleaner, an activity that has erupted into prominence since the harassment began in 2002. Though, I wouldn't count this single example of rain coming on after being out as anomalous, but when one adds up some 30 or more such events in the last two years, it does seem to be strange. I don't think all TI's get the weather modified just for them, but without attempting to sound hubristic, I seem to be one TI that gets plenty of attention more than most. I can even recall oddities in the weather going back decades, which even involved others who seemed a little tentative about my response to their observations.
I just finished a yelling at the perps over their continued sabotage of the downward scroll of my webpage, often used to hold me looking at the page for longer than I intended. Oddly, these are the pages that have some of the Unfavored demographic group members featured. If I don't want to look at unsavory characters, why do I have some assholes seizing up my web browser action to keep me looking for longer at the same page, if only for a few seconds until I get another page from the Bookmarks Manager? Yesterday they even froze the Firefox browser to pull this same stunt, and if I recall correctly, it was after dinner too.
Back to this morning's yoga class. A pair weird males showed up together, to be part of the class today. We don't often get new members for whatever reason, but today, Mutt and Jeff got the instructor's attention as they were novices. That is, she often did her demonstrations next to them, or between them, to aid their poses. A normal thing to do, and it was the first time she had novices in class.
When seeing these dudes from the Unfavored demographic groups (fat as one and long haired male as a second group), the thought occured to me that perhaps this was the begining of the end for the yoga class, as it is the first time that we have got such representation. It all depends upon how often they will come I suppose, and if they like to plant themselves where I sit or other disruptions. The now discontinued attendence to the gym class also got more freakish toward the end of my tenure.
2250h
Some interesting reading about feral children, and it was also of interest to my noisestalking pals overhead. Just the usual tapping and clunking through 12" of concrete and steel.
Time to call this one done for the day.
A noise flurry is on at this post-dinner moment. Even motorcycle noise, as if they were the vehicle of first resort in the rain, which has been on since I got back from yoga at 1230h. (Usually motorcycles are the last resort in the rain, if only for the tricky handling conditions). I was forced to wear my ball cap for the last block walking back when large drops began pelting down. Regular readers will know there are some astonishing "coincidences" with my outings and the weather, as it seems that rain serves as a surrogate street cleaner, an activity that has erupted into prominence since the harassment began in 2002. Though, I wouldn't count this single example of rain coming on after being out as anomalous, but when one adds up some 30 or more such events in the last two years, it does seem to be strange. I don't think all TI's get the weather modified just for them, but without attempting to sound hubristic, I seem to be one TI that gets plenty of attention more than most. I can even recall oddities in the weather going back decades, which even involved others who seemed a little tentative about my response to their observations.
I just finished a yelling at the perps over their continued sabotage of the downward scroll of my webpage, often used to hold me looking at the page for longer than I intended. Oddly, these are the pages that have some of the Unfavored demographic group members featured. If I don't want to look at unsavory characters, why do I have some assholes seizing up my web browser action to keep me looking for longer at the same page, if only for a few seconds until I get another page from the Bookmarks Manager? Yesterday they even froze the Firefox browser to pull this same stunt, and if I recall correctly, it was after dinner too.
Back to this morning's yoga class. A pair weird males showed up together, to be part of the class today. We don't often get new members for whatever reason, but today, Mutt and Jeff got the instructor's attention as they were novices. That is, she often did her demonstrations next to them, or between them, to aid their poses. A normal thing to do, and it was the first time she had novices in class.
When seeing these dudes from the Unfavored demographic groups (fat as one and long haired male as a second group), the thought occured to me that perhaps this was the begining of the end for the yoga class, as it is the first time that we have got such representation. It all depends upon how often they will come I suppose, and if they like to plant themselves where I sit or other disruptions. The now discontinued attendence to the gym class also got more freakish toward the end of my tenure.
I had my usual onslaught of freaks on the street when walking back from yoga; as mentioned in past blog postings, it does seem to be prime time following all the back stretching and twisting. Even before yoga, I had my wierds doing yoga like exercises on the street while waiting at a bus stop at a constriction in the sidewalk. Then a dude at the adjacent tire shop was doing his yoga like service on the ground (kneeling, bent over as if in child's pose) in his bright red shirt. Another gangstalker was on me just then in his red walker and red ball cap. When I got out of yoga there was a waddling male some 30' ahead of me in a black short coat with large red panels in the shoulders, and then in shorts to his knee in camoflage colors, greens and browns. I have not yet figured out if the waddling males are doing this strut to elicit some kind of subconscious recall, or if it is to generate more etheric energetic interaction in my proximity. No matter, I cannot stand the sight of adults waddling along. One of the notorious MKULTRA henchmen, Dr. Sidney Gottlieb, (and here) had a club foot and would of waddled to some extent. I have no recollection of meeting such a person given the near complete memory wipe (it seems) the assholes pulled on me when three to five years old, but the prominent waddling male gangstalkers are just too silly sometimes. I have some recollections from two to three years old when living in Montreal for my father's academic term, but not of the three day train trip that it was to return to Victoria then. (And it was by train, not aircraft).
And no further action on the journalist interview today; she indicated that there would be a longer interval, and it remains to be seen how far her research will go. Most of the harassment and nonconsensual human experimentation of targetted individuals (TI's, me being one) are never reported by mainstream media, so I am a little reserved as to the outcome of this. All of the personal email TI responses are encouraging, so we shall see what happens.
At yoga today, I noticed that the perps put on extra masers and plasma activities. There were small, penny to pencil eraser sized metallic shimmerings which don't last more than a second or two. I see about 20 of these in my apartment in any given day, a few in the hallway, but rarely anywhere else. It struck me that there was an escalation of this kind of activity, as even the entire room was pulsating in a vibratory way, as if oscillating. Again, this vibratory is very noticeable in my apartment, which includes me, so perhaps they cranked up the intensity of this particular irradiative (I think) treatment. There didn't seem to be any associations with the yoga poses or outside noise, an frequent phenomenon concurrence, so perhaps they were calibrating the room at that point. But I do get more masers and plasma beams "erupting" anywhere I am to reach and place my hands, and also, immediately after removing or placing an object. The light flashes, (bright plasma beams it would seem), are particular noticeable.
1955h
I just got zapped when sending an email to a TI colleague, and by now, everyone knows I fucking hate getting zapped. And an simutaneous clunking noise erupted at the very same time as the zapping, as there nearly always is. Though the sound of the clunking will very, sometimes with a backbeat, others not. More of the fake neighbor water use noise has now erupted, just before taking my tea and chocolate break.
And no further action on the journalist interview today; she indicated that there would be a longer interval, and it remains to be seen how far her research will go. Most of the harassment and nonconsensual human experimentation of targetted individuals (TI's, me being one) are never reported by mainstream media, so I am a little reserved as to the outcome of this. All of the personal email TI responses are encouraging, so we shall see what happens.
At yoga today, I noticed that the perps put on extra masers and plasma activities. There were small, penny to pencil eraser sized metallic shimmerings which don't last more than a second or two. I see about 20 of these in my apartment in any given day, a few in the hallway, but rarely anywhere else. It struck me that there was an escalation of this kind of activity, as even the entire room was pulsating in a vibratory way, as if oscillating. Again, this vibratory is very noticeable in my apartment, which includes me, so perhaps they cranked up the intensity of this particular irradiative (I think) treatment. There didn't seem to be any associations with the yoga poses or outside noise, an frequent phenomenon concurrence, so perhaps they were calibrating the room at that point. But I do get more masers and plasma beams "erupting" anywhere I am to reach and place my hands, and also, immediately after removing or placing an object. The light flashes, (bright plasma beams it would seem), are particular noticeable.
1955h
I just got zapped when sending an email to a TI colleague, and by now, everyone knows I fucking hate getting zapped. And an simutaneous clunking noise erupted at the very same time as the zapping, as there nearly always is. Though the sound of the clunking will very, sometimes with a backbeat, others not. More of the fake neighbor water use noise has now erupted, just before taking my tea and chocolate break.
2250h
Some interesting reading about feral children, and it was also of interest to my noisestalking pals overhead. Just the usual tapping and clunking through 12" of concrete and steel.
Time to call this one done for the day.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Unscheduled Sabotage Abatement
1125h
Last night, after forced into a delayed towel laundering, why, if the perps didn't pull a major toilet stunt after posting yesterday's blog. They forced a rare late evening crap, and then backed up the toilet again, this time to overflow levels, dumping about 1/2" of shitwater on the floor that had to be soaked up by the just-laundered towels. Such a coincidence, along with the forced later laundry timing, making neighborly (har, har) laundry use untenable until this morning. And lo, if the towels didn't unload more lint again, an on/off problem that seems consistent with the assholes creating bird shit-like marks all over the streets and especially at intersections, with no overhead roosting cover stories.
So..., instead of picking daffodil bulbs, the assholes forced a home day, dealing with last night's towel laundering again, this time using a different towel color makeup than yesterday's towel laundry load. It is all too calculated, having some towels re-laundered, and others not, along with forced use of the towel with my hands immediately before using it to dry myself after a shower. And there were plenty more other forced touchings of seeming crumbs and lint this morning to suggest that the perps are now in a phase of extended touches and contact with specific objects and food items. This is also supported by the extended head leanings of the shills and operatives on the daffodil job mentioned in a recent blog posting; the "too tired" bullshit again, leaning their heads on seat backs, conveyor belt supports, picnic tables, walls and the rest of the faux world weary bullshit acts that erupt in my presence.
This being yet another forced "home day" suggests the assholes don't like me to be absent for more than four days at a time. They continue to fuck me with stunts or mood states to then force me to have a shut-in day, or something like it, perhaps one outing for shopping. It is all too repetitive to be anything other than orchestrated life-rape, still ongoing after 6 years, and the same assholes pissing around with the placement of lint, water drops and crumbs at every turn, among other telported impositions. I also note that the perps are also increasing plasma activity, placing brown, yellow, red or blue light point sources and dots in my vision on an as-needed basis, especially if what I am looking at is deficient in one of those colors.
And it would seem that my email is getting sabotaged; more than one unreturned email is not a coincidence, and that would include the Anonymous commenter who goes by the email name, "Tim D. Bunker", with an email of "tidbunker". Get it? Even the perps let me in on that one, but only after "not getting it" for the first few reads of the name. In my view, "debunking" is code for vituperative and wilful obstreperousness. (Obstreperous; resisting control or restraint in a difficult manner).
And now, when I want to use an infrequently used word, the perps have me misspell it, and force a visit to dictionary.com to read its definition and "learn" to spell it again. I never had a spelling problem in my life until the last few years, all concurrent with the harassment fuckery. Now, they make me go through this ritual each time, re-learning spellings and definitions; been there, done that, over 50 years ago, and the perps were monitoring me then, if not guiding and controlling me at the time.
1155h
More phoney phone calls again; the perps like to present foreign names in spamming emails, and for the first time have begun to do this very thing on my phone's call display. There has been a more significant presence of strange names "happening"; verbally, or visually, they like to gauge my reaction to non-English surnames, first names, etc. Just another stunt of increased recent prominence. Yesterday they put on another ISP (seemingly) phone call, yet again referencing the term "cable" as their inaccurate euphemisim for "TV". It was only a week or so ago that the ISP phoned me about this in the same vague manner, and now they are at it again. More syntactical ambiguity; been there, done that, it would be over if it weren't for the World Gestapo fucking up the victim in ways they are still attempting to determine, all the while on top of my every move and thought.
1825h
A busy afternoon, suddenly waking from the imposed docility, and summoning the motivation to acquire safety toe boots, the first in three decades, and hopefully, of vital need, and not just a ruse to screw me out of money. I got shafted in not getting the 40% discount with my VIP card from my brother, and supposedly that was because I was not an employee. Instead, I got a 20% discount. I had my same blue shirt dudes wandering around me, and one was on the spot as soon as I decided which pair I "decided" (read, per mind fuck script), and they spent a lot of time circulating around where I had been trying out two different pairs. Eventually I settled on the brown leather pair, and that set up the extra brown colored gangstalking, both vehicular and ambulatory. Of course all the reference colored vehicles were in place, at least three cases of four white vehicles in file, and similarly for silver-grey colored vehicles. As always, my presence anywhere gets the full-on gangstalking treatment, and that includes jerking me around with obstructing stalkers to take up more time to keep me circulating for longer. And lo, if a fuckwit wasn't looking for safety toed boots ahead of me, with the salesman adressing us both at the same time, when each of us thought it was for them only. More inadvertent (seemingly) ambiguity games, and there has to be at least twenty of these per week. The fuckwit "happened" to be looking for exactly what I was looking for, 6" high safety boots made with a Kevlar composite, an improvement on the steel toe design. So..., the salesman, a crooked tooth slimey dude, "happened" to go through the same rundown for the fuckwit as for me. Once he brought out the two pairs that fitted, he ignored me, except for when I sought him out, and then that got disrupted by another staff member. One doesn't get any respect when spending money, or at least, not as a TI. Just more fucking around according to the script.
My outings were heavily populated with skinheads of all stripes; the suited executive, down to the street bum and in between. The even posted a skinhead each side of me in the elevator when returning with my boot purchase, and their discussion seemed to be out of an old movie script. They spoke as if mutually loathing each other after a long absence. Fucking bizarre for this seeming derelict building.
2105hJust now, a zapping of my right hand pinkie finger just as I read the words "total war" from this interesting link (Systems of Surveillance) on human experimentation, especially the nonconsensual aspects. It is apalling that there was widespread ionizing radiation experimentation on unsuspecting subjects in the US and Canada in the 1950's and 1960's. My conspiratorial take on this was that this was done to supplement the work of the perps, aka World Gestapo, Shadow Government, The Powers That Be and other titles one can deduce. As far as I know I have not been irradiated with ionizing radiation, the alpha, beta and gamma and like rays, and have only had the odd x-rays from the dentist and once when I was hit with a series of strange symptoms in 1989 that appeared to be panic attacks in retrospect. Interestingly, this latter clinical investigation was conducted in Nelson, BC where I had moved to in the middle of the panic attack spell I was subjected to. Nelson "happens" to be in the downstream weather track of Hanford, Washington state, the notorious nuclear research site, now designated as a polluting blight for all its ionizing radiation leaks. This was the same location where a neighbor burned PVC and other plastics every Saturday, presumably to lighten his garbage load, and the frigging smell would permeate our residence that was downhill.
I also once had a holiday that was only a few miles from another notorious nuclear site, Windscale, aka Sellafield in 1994. I didn't choose the location and wouldn't have, as it was supplied by my ex's relatives. Little did I know that there might be more sinister aims to that holiday.
2135h
More noise stalking in the form of overhead thuddings (of 12" of concrete and steel) as I read the pre-scripted key words or conduct actions they constantly place in front of me. And then a 40 minute phone call from my in-town brother who just got back from a week away to find that his neighbor has had contractors running equipment over his front lawn. Been there, done that. And now the perps are getting my brother steamed up, presumably as a method to add a property territorial theme to this harassment. The perps have me broke on a disability income, so there is no way that this issue could arise in my circumstances, so they have their perp abetting family member put on this show instead.
And while on the phone, the creepy crawlie sensations have "erupted" on my back, even if pressed into the office chair I am sitting on.
Time to call this one done and post it, no matter if it hasn't been reviewed and edited.
Last night, after forced into a delayed towel laundering, why, if the perps didn't pull a major toilet stunt after posting yesterday's blog. They forced a rare late evening crap, and then backed up the toilet again, this time to overflow levels, dumping about 1/2" of shitwater on the floor that had to be soaked up by the just-laundered towels. Such a coincidence, along with the forced later laundry timing, making neighborly (har, har) laundry use untenable until this morning. And lo, if the towels didn't unload more lint again, an on/off problem that seems consistent with the assholes creating bird shit-like marks all over the streets and especially at intersections, with no overhead roosting cover stories.
So..., instead of picking daffodil bulbs, the assholes forced a home day, dealing with last night's towel laundering again, this time using a different towel color makeup than yesterday's towel laundry load. It is all too calculated, having some towels re-laundered, and others not, along with forced use of the towel with my hands immediately before using it to dry myself after a shower. And there were plenty more other forced touchings of seeming crumbs and lint this morning to suggest that the perps are now in a phase of extended touches and contact with specific objects and food items. This is also supported by the extended head leanings of the shills and operatives on the daffodil job mentioned in a recent blog posting; the "too tired" bullshit again, leaning their heads on seat backs, conveyor belt supports, picnic tables, walls and the rest of the faux world weary bullshit acts that erupt in my presence.
This being yet another forced "home day" suggests the assholes don't like me to be absent for more than four days at a time. They continue to fuck me with stunts or mood states to then force me to have a shut-in day, or something like it, perhaps one outing for shopping. It is all too repetitive to be anything other than orchestrated life-rape, still ongoing after 6 years, and the same assholes pissing around with the placement of lint, water drops and crumbs at every turn, among other telported impositions. I also note that the perps are also increasing plasma activity, placing brown, yellow, red or blue light point sources and dots in my vision on an as-needed basis, especially if what I am looking at is deficient in one of those colors.
And it would seem that my email is getting sabotaged; more than one unreturned email is not a coincidence, and that would include the Anonymous commenter who goes by the email name, "Tim D. Bunker", with an email of "tidbunker". Get it? Even the perps let me in on that one, but only after "not getting it" for the first few reads of the name. In my view, "debunking" is code for vituperative and wilful obstreperousness. (Obstreperous; resisting control or restraint in a difficult manner).
And now, when I want to use an infrequently used word, the perps have me misspell it, and force a visit to dictionary.com to read its definition and "learn" to spell it again. I never had a spelling problem in my life until the last few years, all concurrent with the harassment fuckery. Now, they make me go through this ritual each time, re-learning spellings and definitions; been there, done that, over 50 years ago, and the perps were monitoring me then, if not guiding and controlling me at the time.
1155h
More phoney phone calls again; the perps like to present foreign names in spamming emails, and for the first time have begun to do this very thing on my phone's call display. There has been a more significant presence of strange names "happening"; verbally, or visually, they like to gauge my reaction to non-English surnames, first names, etc. Just another stunt of increased recent prominence. Yesterday they put on another ISP (seemingly) phone call, yet again referencing the term "cable" as their inaccurate euphemisim for "TV". It was only a week or so ago that the ISP phoned me about this in the same vague manner, and now they are at it again. More syntactical ambiguity; been there, done that, it would be over if it weren't for the World Gestapo fucking up the victim in ways they are still attempting to determine, all the while on top of my every move and thought.
1825h
A busy afternoon, suddenly waking from the imposed docility, and summoning the motivation to acquire safety toe boots, the first in three decades, and hopefully, of vital need, and not just a ruse to screw me out of money. I got shafted in not getting the 40% discount with my VIP card from my brother, and supposedly that was because I was not an employee. Instead, I got a 20% discount. I had my same blue shirt dudes wandering around me, and one was on the spot as soon as I decided which pair I "decided" (read, per mind fuck script), and they spent a lot of time circulating around where I had been trying out two different pairs. Eventually I settled on the brown leather pair, and that set up the extra brown colored gangstalking, both vehicular and ambulatory. Of course all the reference colored vehicles were in place, at least three cases of four white vehicles in file, and similarly for silver-grey colored vehicles. As always, my presence anywhere gets the full-on gangstalking treatment, and that includes jerking me around with obstructing stalkers to take up more time to keep me circulating for longer. And lo, if a fuckwit wasn't looking for safety toed boots ahead of me, with the salesman adressing us both at the same time, when each of us thought it was for them only. More inadvertent (seemingly) ambiguity games, and there has to be at least twenty of these per week. The fuckwit "happened" to be looking for exactly what I was looking for, 6" high safety boots made with a Kevlar composite, an improvement on the steel toe design. So..., the salesman, a crooked tooth slimey dude, "happened" to go through the same rundown for the fuckwit as for me. Once he brought out the two pairs that fitted, he ignored me, except for when I sought him out, and then that got disrupted by another staff member. One doesn't get any respect when spending money, or at least, not as a TI. Just more fucking around according to the script.
My outings were heavily populated with skinheads of all stripes; the suited executive, down to the street bum and in between. The even posted a skinhead each side of me in the elevator when returning with my boot purchase, and their discussion seemed to be out of an old movie script. They spoke as if mutually loathing each other after a long absence. Fucking bizarre for this seeming derelict building.
2105hJust now, a zapping of my right hand pinkie finger just as I read the words "total war" from this interesting link (Systems of Surveillance) on human experimentation, especially the nonconsensual aspects. It is apalling that there was widespread ionizing radiation experimentation on unsuspecting subjects in the US and Canada in the 1950's and 1960's. My conspiratorial take on this was that this was done to supplement the work of the perps, aka World Gestapo, Shadow Government, The Powers That Be and other titles one can deduce. As far as I know I have not been irradiated with ionizing radiation, the alpha, beta and gamma and like rays, and have only had the odd x-rays from the dentist and once when I was hit with a series of strange symptoms in 1989 that appeared to be panic attacks in retrospect. Interestingly, this latter clinical investigation was conducted in Nelson, BC where I had moved to in the middle of the panic attack spell I was subjected to. Nelson "happens" to be in the downstream weather track of Hanford, Washington state, the notorious nuclear research site, now designated as a polluting blight for all its ionizing radiation leaks. This was the same location where a neighbor burned PVC and other plastics every Saturday, presumably to lighten his garbage load, and the frigging smell would permeate our residence that was downhill.
I also once had a holiday that was only a few miles from another notorious nuclear site, Windscale, aka Sellafield in 1994. I didn't choose the location and wouldn't have, as it was supplied by my ex's relatives. Little did I know that there might be more sinister aims to that holiday.
2135h
More noise stalking in the form of overhead thuddings (of 12" of concrete and steel) as I read the pre-scripted key words or conduct actions they constantly place in front of me. And then a 40 minute phone call from my in-town brother who just got back from a week away to find that his neighbor has had contractors running equipment over his front lawn. Been there, done that. And now the perps are getting my brother steamed up, presumably as a method to add a property territorial theme to this harassment. The perps have me broke on a disability income, so there is no way that this issue could arise in my circumstances, so they have their perp abetting family member put on this show instead.
And while on the phone, the creepy crawlie sensations have "erupted" on my back, even if pressed into the office chair I am sitting on.
Time to call this one done and post it, no matter if it hasn't been reviewed and edited.
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
My View Horizon is Now Manipulatable
1855h
The harassment games have been going on all the working day when I was on the conveyor belt line sorting daffodil bulbs. The perps keep testing me by causing some kind of change to my vision as to where the nearest stable object is, forcing me to look up at the warehouse beams to reset my horizon, that part of one's vision where one knows it is immovable and represents stability. I don't any better how to explain it, but the perps are altering my vision to appear as if I am moving when I am not. They seem to be testing for this state, and want to know how I know it is an abberation. A visual error detection seems to be their goal, different from the logical and verbal error detection capability that they were once after and can now remotely dither at will.
And it wasn't enough to screw me around while sorting daffodil bulbs, as they are doing the same thing at my desk, altering where this LCD display panel is, and then seeing how I know. Here, like earlier when bulb sorting, the assholes put on extra noise and electromagnetic activity (shutting down the conveyor belt) at the same time these vision fucking games are going on. Oddly, it is not a balance problem, but strictly a visual jerkaround.
2040h
It seems that looking at daffodil bulbs for eight hours wasn't enough, as they are replaying images of them to me while I am doing other things. Call it imagery swamping; inundation with irrelevant imagery and a first time event.
I had something momentous in mind to type and it seems it got deleted in short term memory. I have never has this problem so bad before. Other kinds of memory, like associational recall is better than I ever had it, though nothing too important has arisen.
My mother is doing some vague-isms of late, going back to the theme of visiting Ottawa for some reason, also vague. We have no family connection there and never had any pressing need to visit Eastern Canada, and now this nonsense. I don't know what the harassment angle is but museums have been talked about, and perhaps they want me, the poster boy for magnetic irradiation and harassment to undertake some kind of proofing for them.
I had six police drive-bys in 15 minutes while waiting for the crew bus downtown this morning. It is getting absurd to see so many about. It just might be that the perps are getting close to why I loathe the sight of uniforms. They were on foot, cruiser, motorcycles, van and bicycle. Imagine that, putting on all those performances for me to see for a duration of 5 to 10 seconds.
And another related police exposure setup was this afternoon at the end of work, before heading back on the crew bus. The police were looking for a bulb picker who has gone missing. As it "so happened" I was the last one to see him on Saturday, Aug. 02, gangstalking me as I got off the crew bus, (not at work with me). And so I had to go through the name, address, phone number bullshit with him. Anyhow, I did not use the gangstalking word and open up that can of worms, but I am sure the policeman knew all about it, and this was just another "show"/exposure for whatever reason. Other TI's have the same experiences, along with extra ambulances driving around, something I also get.
More strange events this morning at the crew bus pickup site downtown. Two dudes were already there and hung around for another 10 minutes and then sauntered off. Here they got ready for a 0650h pickup time, and couldn't wait another 5 minutes. Then another dude arrived in his ridiculous light yellow colored hoodie, this being the Scottish accent act that the perps like to put on me. He waited for about 10 minutes and then a vehicle came by and picked him up and off he went. When I the crew bus got in from its rounds he was there at the marshalling area waiting. Fucking weird on both accounts by my reckoning. And never mind the unfriendly bit about not offering me a ride, something they wouldn't do in Scotland.
And it does seem that I am close to be as toxic waste socially; during the coffee and lunch breaks they all flee, save a two on sentry duty and no one talks about the work or how it is going. More bizarre bullshit it would seem. Other wierdness is the two conveyor system for the bulbs, the first one beong only controllable from outside the building on the feed side. Whenever we get swamped the conveyor is shut down but someone also needs to run around and tell the other conveyor operator so he doesn't create a bulb pile up. And who does this, the one with the slackest job and is the closest to the conveyro operator? Of course not; they all have a collective brain fart and it is up to me to prevent pile ups of bulbs. Fucking absurd.
And the perps wokrked me over big time after th the first coffee break where I ate my tortilla slice, one ones I normally eat at home. Last week at this same juncture and dietary intake the Punjabi crew "happened" to come by and hang around for five minutes or so for some odd reason. Today, they worked me over by making me move around the conveyor to differing locations to sort out bulb pile ups as well as vacating the position to tell the bulb feed operator to stop. And it seemed everytime I asked for a couple of minutes of delay in the main bulb feed conveyor, he would start up inside of 30 seconds. It became impossible to deal with at times, this wilfulness to ignore the basic precepts of preventing bulb sorting problems.
And free pop twice today when on the bulb line, the later being a cola drink. Having me drink cola is rare as I don't buy it myself, and I am sure there was some perps objective behind it, having us all drink the same pop while working. (The daffodil bulbs are various brown colors as well as the ivory white center flesh color). As it "so happened" the unopened cola drink passed throughthe hands of one of the Punjabi workers, and I suppose this was yet more brown color testing.
My mother mentioned Sarah McLachlan's name on Aug. 03, the day she was playing in town when she suddenly dropped by. I have mentioned this before, by my mother does not listen to music at all, not even the radio. So how would she know who she was and that it was worth mentioning to me? Another mystery, to be sure. Anyhow, I did not go as it would of been gangstalking hell, among a crown of 40,000.
2135h
I am getting a long session of yawning and each time I do so, the perps add a plasmic augmentation of what I am seeing at the moment of the forced yawn. Mostly it is plasmic projections off the LCD display as well as my visual acuity being dithered. I get the same in the bathroom; plasmic "reflections" come off the faucet as if some kind of momentary vision perturbing substance had been applied to my eyglasses. The beams will shoot some 6" from the faucet no matter if my glasses are on or not. This is routine, every bathroom visitation.
2145h
Time to post this blog for the night; I just completed adding the Answering Anonymous post to the top of the Essential Introductory Postings, also calling it a FAQ (Frequently Asked Questions). That posting skips the nitty gritty of these dull details about how low the perps will go to fuck my existence. The answer to that is; always lower than you think. Today was an example; they plant plenty of crumbs on my plate at meal times, often the crumbs "arriving" from nowhere (i.e., telported), and routine has been that I pick these up with the end of my finger where they temporarily stick. But that inanity isn't good enough; now the crumbs "come back", i.e. a new substitued crumb of the same size, color and shape will arrive close by, within an inch. And that wasn't good enough, as the crumbs will come back but smaller, (but of the same color and substance) and then smaller again as I pick it up for the second time. Imagine, there are grown adults managing crumbs on my plate in this way.
2235h
And a final bummer for the night; when the perps (IMHO) are sponsoring murders only a block away, it would seem that they are closer to whatever it is that they are looking for by way of bioenergetics. A nasty perspective to be sure, and I don't mean any disrespect, but there is too much of this going on that fits the racial, concrete substance, blood sample, demise objectives in as presented in the harassment campaign. My take on the way the perps are embedded in this city is that fly cannot fart without perp permission. Call me a crusty paranoiac on this one, but I have yet to find any example where my life hasn't been orchestrated in the past six years, and very possibly, my entire life.
The harassment games have been going on all the working day when I was on the conveyor belt line sorting daffodil bulbs. The perps keep testing me by causing some kind of change to my vision as to where the nearest stable object is, forcing me to look up at the warehouse beams to reset my horizon, that part of one's vision where one knows it is immovable and represents stability. I don't any better how to explain it, but the perps are altering my vision to appear as if I am moving when I am not. They seem to be testing for this state, and want to know how I know it is an abberation. A visual error detection seems to be their goal, different from the logical and verbal error detection capability that they were once after and can now remotely dither at will.
And it wasn't enough to screw me around while sorting daffodil bulbs, as they are doing the same thing at my desk, altering where this LCD display panel is, and then seeing how I know. Here, like earlier when bulb sorting, the assholes put on extra noise and electromagnetic activity (shutting down the conveyor belt) at the same time these vision fucking games are going on. Oddly, it is not a balance problem, but strictly a visual jerkaround.
2040h
It seems that looking at daffodil bulbs for eight hours wasn't enough, as they are replaying images of them to me while I am doing other things. Call it imagery swamping; inundation with irrelevant imagery and a first time event.
I had something momentous in mind to type and it seems it got deleted in short term memory. I have never has this problem so bad before. Other kinds of memory, like associational recall is better than I ever had it, though nothing too important has arisen.
My mother is doing some vague-isms of late, going back to the theme of visiting Ottawa for some reason, also vague. We have no family connection there and never had any pressing need to visit Eastern Canada, and now this nonsense. I don't know what the harassment angle is but museums have been talked about, and perhaps they want me, the poster boy for magnetic irradiation and harassment to undertake some kind of proofing for them.
I had six police drive-bys in 15 minutes while waiting for the crew bus downtown this morning. It is getting absurd to see so many about. It just might be that the perps are getting close to why I loathe the sight of uniforms. They were on foot, cruiser, motorcycles, van and bicycle. Imagine that, putting on all those performances for me to see for a duration of 5 to 10 seconds.
And another related police exposure setup was this afternoon at the end of work, before heading back on the crew bus. The police were looking for a bulb picker who has gone missing. As it "so happened" I was the last one to see him on Saturday, Aug. 02, gangstalking me as I got off the crew bus, (not at work with me). And so I had to go through the name, address, phone number bullshit with him. Anyhow, I did not use the gangstalking word and open up that can of worms, but I am sure the policeman knew all about it, and this was just another "show"/exposure for whatever reason. Other TI's have the same experiences, along with extra ambulances driving around, something I also get.
More strange events this morning at the crew bus pickup site downtown. Two dudes were already there and hung around for another 10 minutes and then sauntered off. Here they got ready for a 0650h pickup time, and couldn't wait another 5 minutes. Then another dude arrived in his ridiculous light yellow colored hoodie, this being the Scottish accent act that the perps like to put on me. He waited for about 10 minutes and then a vehicle came by and picked him up and off he went. When I the crew bus got in from its rounds he was there at the marshalling area waiting. Fucking weird on both accounts by my reckoning. And never mind the unfriendly bit about not offering me a ride, something they wouldn't do in Scotland.
And it does seem that I am close to be as toxic waste socially; during the coffee and lunch breaks they all flee, save a two on sentry duty and no one talks about the work or how it is going. More bizarre bullshit it would seem. Other wierdness is the two conveyor system for the bulbs, the first one beong only controllable from outside the building on the feed side. Whenever we get swamped the conveyor is shut down but someone also needs to run around and tell the other conveyor operator so he doesn't create a bulb pile up. And who does this, the one with the slackest job and is the closest to the conveyro operator? Of course not; they all have a collective brain fart and it is up to me to prevent pile ups of bulbs. Fucking absurd.
And the perps wokrked me over big time after th the first coffee break where I ate my tortilla slice, one ones I normally eat at home. Last week at this same juncture and dietary intake the Punjabi crew "happened" to come by and hang around for five minutes or so for some odd reason. Today, they worked me over by making me move around the conveyor to differing locations to sort out bulb pile ups as well as vacating the position to tell the bulb feed operator to stop. And it seemed everytime I asked for a couple of minutes of delay in the main bulb feed conveyor, he would start up inside of 30 seconds. It became impossible to deal with at times, this wilfulness to ignore the basic precepts of preventing bulb sorting problems.
And free pop twice today when on the bulb line, the later being a cola drink. Having me drink cola is rare as I don't buy it myself, and I am sure there was some perps objective behind it, having us all drink the same pop while working. (The daffodil bulbs are various brown colors as well as the ivory white center flesh color). As it "so happened" the unopened cola drink passed throughthe hands of one of the Punjabi workers, and I suppose this was yet more brown color testing.
My mother mentioned Sarah McLachlan's name on Aug. 03, the day she was playing in town when she suddenly dropped by. I have mentioned this before, by my mother does not listen to music at all, not even the radio. So how would she know who she was and that it was worth mentioning to me? Another mystery, to be sure. Anyhow, I did not go as it would of been gangstalking hell, among a crown of 40,000.
2135h
I am getting a long session of yawning and each time I do so, the perps add a plasmic augmentation of what I am seeing at the moment of the forced yawn. Mostly it is plasmic projections off the LCD display as well as my visual acuity being dithered. I get the same in the bathroom; plasmic "reflections" come off the faucet as if some kind of momentary vision perturbing substance had been applied to my eyglasses. The beams will shoot some 6" from the faucet no matter if my glasses are on or not. This is routine, every bathroom visitation.
2145h
Time to post this blog for the night; I just completed adding the Answering Anonymous post to the top of the Essential Introductory Postings, also calling it a FAQ (Frequently Asked Questions). That posting skips the nitty gritty of these dull details about how low the perps will go to fuck my existence. The answer to that is; always lower than you think. Today was an example; they plant plenty of crumbs on my plate at meal times, often the crumbs "arriving" from nowhere (i.e., telported), and routine has been that I pick these up with the end of my finger where they temporarily stick. But that inanity isn't good enough; now the crumbs "come back", i.e. a new substitued crumb of the same size, color and shape will arrive close by, within an inch. And that wasn't good enough, as the crumbs will come back but smaller, (but of the same color and substance) and then smaller again as I pick it up for the second time. Imagine, there are grown adults managing crumbs on my plate in this way.
2235h
And a final bummer for the night; when the perps (IMHO) are sponsoring murders only a block away, it would seem that they are closer to whatever it is that they are looking for by way of bioenergetics. A nasty perspective to be sure, and I don't mean any disrespect, but there is too much of this going on that fits the racial, concrete substance, blood sample, demise objectives in as presented in the harassment campaign. My take on the way the perps are embedded in this city is that fly cannot fart without perp permission. Call me a crusty paranoiac on this one, but I have yet to find any example where my life hasn't been orchestrated in the past six years, and very possibly, my entire life.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Insects Again
1315h
The bed bug spraying was almost a week ago, and I have had a few of them invading every day, and about five times that in faked creepy crawlie sensations, remotely invoked of course. Usually after a real insect the perps put on black dots, or other point sources of light phenomenon to emulate an insect for all of a fraction of a second, as if the black dot/spot has significance as well as what it is. I got two bed bugs this morning, one unloaded a flood of blood on my fingers, and the other just went flat, no squeeze-out. As always, these timed disruptions are the means to get me off my chair and clean my hands in the bathroom. Hand washing and drying has been a major behavioral change since the perps began their overt harassment campaign in 2002.
And likewise, forcing me to scratch the faux insect sensations is another one, especially at the base of my neck behind my head. And, they like me to sweep my fingers through my hair, the most effective means to sweep a live insect out. Almost always, an associated noise erupts at that very moment of contact. This is what assholes do when they lack the gumption to personally front for their covert human experimentation, as if 47 years of it wasn't enough. It was already enough then, as I still had to get divorced from the spy-spouse, an ongoing chaotic element in my life at the time that was getting strangely weirder all the time. Now I realize it was part of the script to crank up my angst all the more; the dysfunctional nitwit creating yet more FUD (fear, uncertainty and/or doubt).
Mostly, that episode is over, and even the original hefty spousal support payments ended when my so-called long term leave (two years) benefits ended. The entire divorce proceedings were all about protracting it, and costing senseless amounts of money as it turned out, cleaning me out of my savings. It is odd that the legal bills are not included as liabilities in the divorce proceedings, as they have the effect of being cleaning one out again, after the division of assets.
And I have no idea why the above topic "came to mind", save the perps noisetalking it extensively as I wrote that. It seems the topic of matrimony, and associated downstream issues such as divorce is also a big deal for the perps. They love me to read about such topics, and routinely noisestalk me when I do. (After planting the topics on my regular daily web news browsing). And it "so happened" earlier that one of the two insect events, as mentioned above, "happened" exactly when reading about a celebrity matrimonial situation.
And to be clear, the perps will not allow anyone close to me for any duration, as social ostracization is part of the "total human control" methodology they follow. And too, they make sure that I am not interested in anyone in the first place, so the entire situation is mutually (har, har) beneficial; no social contact in "exchange" for being not interested, as per mind-control imposition.
The vision impairment fuckery has been cranked up today; they are imposing the out of focus games for longer, and won't abate them even if I shake my head, a tactic that once routinely worked. They are also increasing the fake insect apparitions as noted above, and will increase, or decrease the size of these plasmic or maser feints. I am also getting plenty of bands of plasma in light apple green, deep reds and in bright yellows. The onscreen plasma color games have been increased of late, going on all the time as opposed to every few seconds. Invariably they put on some noise when they occur, and have me move my head at the same time, as if to shake it off. This LCD display is also getting flickering, as if the entire screen is being re-displayed after a momentary power loss. In addition, they also reduce the size of the text during these "drop-outs", all in less than a half second, but making sure that I can percieve it all the same. I have no idea what they get out of it, but perturbing my continuity of experience seems to part of it.
Another vision perturbing stunt is to change my visual perception to see double imagery, usually when I am moving my head or in my peripherial vision. I have never had any double vision sightings until of late, so it must be as a result of the same party who can dynamically fuck with what I am seeing and understanding at any given moment.
1840h
The perps got me rage-ified while doing the dishes earlier; the nylon spatula slid out horizontally of the dish rack three times from no apparent conventional source, and they had me highly irrate over that. Then brown crumbs came on where I was cleaning up, and the same "reaction". They also put on at least three "motorcycle moments", noisestalking me with the most horrid sound of Harley Davidson like motorcycles while reaching in the fridge, pouring olive oil and another instance I am not allowed to recall.
Before dinner I got a nap attack for 45 minutes of light sleep with plenty of dream invasion, and this has served as the (faux) causal to feel so buzzed out, stoned like. This is where they make everything seem surreal, which they did for all of dinner preparation, dishes and at present. They also put huge vertical pleated folds in my shirt, another casualty "from" the nap, and are insisting on keeping my shirt is this manner, even if it is wrinkle resistant.
2110h
I am "in the beam", a plasma light source made to look like a reflection off the opposite residential tower. There have been some pictures of these in past blogs, and as far as I can tell, it is represented as totally unnatural. This is an E. facing apartment that should not get any direct sunlight at this time of day, and yet "somehow" the windows unerring direct a "reflected" sun beam into my apartment each evening. Naturally, other lighting and plasma games are added to the mix to arrange quite an irregular display of lighting. Drawing the curtains usually ends this idiotic game, and it is time to do just that.
2030h
The perps screwed me out of joining my TI confreres in a conference call tonight, the norm. Then they put me through a number of futile attempts to listen to some audio files and finally allowed me to listen this recording on Talkshoe's FFCHS (TI activist group). The siren cascade noise started up before I put my headphones on, and now the overhead rumbling noise has begun.
It is interesting to note that one of the three guest TI's on the above mentioned recording of the radio show is permitted to keep a job and be in contact with her family who are entirely supportive. Normally social isolation is applied, as mentioned above. Another guest was permitted to retain various investigators who supported her claims of anomalous activity. I haven't been allowed such freedoms, despite my attempts. I phoned one countersurveillance operation when I lived in Seattle and they blew me off, assuming that I did in fact get through and that I wasn't redirected to an operative jerking me around.
2055h
And while listening the above audio file, the perps have me cough on cue; a new speaker, navigating to a new web page, copying a link into Paste, making a link (above) is all it takes to remotely invoke a coincident dry cough.
2130h
This video on YouTube has members of the Church Committee speaking about their experiences which included investigations into the FBI and COINTELINFO and the consequent FISA laws which they claim work, per conversations with the intelligence community. This on the eve of the FISA laws being eviserated, with the abettance of the Democratic members of Congress. Funny how that happens.
2140h
The Google Analytics access that I set up has gone "missing"; the statistics were to be accessible, and poof, no way to find them. And now, more creepy crawlies, as if an insect is on my back, under my shirt.
2225h
I am listening to a long video on the "Electric Universe"; a theory that explains the forces in the cosmos to a much greater degree than what they call the "Standard Model". Let's not forget what the erstwhile researcher of gravitics, Thomas Townsend Brown called empty space, the "omniplasma continuum". So it would seem that the perps can readily access this plasmic universe, and in my case, increase the radiation levels (magnetic energy mainly), to manipulate plasma around me all the time.
And how did something so fundamental come to be "fringe science", where it is an uphill battle to get papers published that don't conform to the status quo? Another work of deep and dark means it would seem. It doesn't take much to wander into the conspiratorial realm, and ponder the unseen force's degree of influence.
Anyhow, it has been a shut-in day and I am getting the imposed yawning and tiredness routine, usually prescribed to force my mouth to open, that highly problematic region for the perps in their ongoing harassment operations, which is in fact, nonconsensual human experimentation. The open mouthing of so many of the gangstalkers is an ongoing testimonial to this facet of their quest; to be able to dynamically model all the human body's bioenergetics, especially for the brain region. Not my problem, and here I am being contained against my will.
Time to call this one done and ponder what possible excitement will be scripted for tommorrow.
The bed bug spraying was almost a week ago, and I have had a few of them invading every day, and about five times that in faked creepy crawlie sensations, remotely invoked of course. Usually after a real insect the perps put on black dots, or other point sources of light phenomenon to emulate an insect for all of a fraction of a second, as if the black dot/spot has significance as well as what it is. I got two bed bugs this morning, one unloaded a flood of blood on my fingers, and the other just went flat, no squeeze-out. As always, these timed disruptions are the means to get me off my chair and clean my hands in the bathroom. Hand washing and drying has been a major behavioral change since the perps began their overt harassment campaign in 2002.
And likewise, forcing me to scratch the faux insect sensations is another one, especially at the base of my neck behind my head. And, they like me to sweep my fingers through my hair, the most effective means to sweep a live insect out. Almost always, an associated noise erupts at that very moment of contact. This is what assholes do when they lack the gumption to personally front for their covert human experimentation, as if 47 years of it wasn't enough. It was already enough then, as I still had to get divorced from the spy-spouse, an ongoing chaotic element in my life at the time that was getting strangely weirder all the time. Now I realize it was part of the script to crank up my angst all the more; the dysfunctional nitwit creating yet more FUD (fear, uncertainty and/or doubt).
Mostly, that episode is over, and even the original hefty spousal support payments ended when my so-called long term leave (two years) benefits ended. The entire divorce proceedings were all about protracting it, and costing senseless amounts of money as it turned out, cleaning me out of my savings. It is odd that the legal bills are not included as liabilities in the divorce proceedings, as they have the effect of being cleaning one out again, after the division of assets.
And I have no idea why the above topic "came to mind", save the perps noisetalking it extensively as I wrote that. It seems the topic of matrimony, and associated downstream issues such as divorce is also a big deal for the perps. They love me to read about such topics, and routinely noisestalk me when I do. (After planting the topics on my regular daily web news browsing). And it "so happened" earlier that one of the two insect events, as mentioned above, "happened" exactly when reading about a celebrity matrimonial situation.
And to be clear, the perps will not allow anyone close to me for any duration, as social ostracization is part of the "total human control" methodology they follow. And too, they make sure that I am not interested in anyone in the first place, so the entire situation is mutually (har, har) beneficial; no social contact in "exchange" for being not interested, as per mind-control imposition.
The vision impairment fuckery has been cranked up today; they are imposing the out of focus games for longer, and won't abate them even if I shake my head, a tactic that once routinely worked. They are also increasing the fake insect apparitions as noted above, and will increase, or decrease the size of these plasmic or maser feints. I am also getting plenty of bands of plasma in light apple green, deep reds and in bright yellows. The onscreen plasma color games have been increased of late, going on all the time as opposed to every few seconds. Invariably they put on some noise when they occur, and have me move my head at the same time, as if to shake it off. This LCD display is also getting flickering, as if the entire screen is being re-displayed after a momentary power loss. In addition, they also reduce the size of the text during these "drop-outs", all in less than a half second, but making sure that I can percieve it all the same. I have no idea what they get out of it, but perturbing my continuity of experience seems to part of it.
Another vision perturbing stunt is to change my visual perception to see double imagery, usually when I am moving my head or in my peripherial vision. I have never had any double vision sightings until of late, so it must be as a result of the same party who can dynamically fuck with what I am seeing and understanding at any given moment.
1840h
The perps got me rage-ified while doing the dishes earlier; the nylon spatula slid out horizontally of the dish rack three times from no apparent conventional source, and they had me highly irrate over that. Then brown crumbs came on where I was cleaning up, and the same "reaction". They also put on at least three "motorcycle moments", noisestalking me with the most horrid sound of Harley Davidson like motorcycles while reaching in the fridge, pouring olive oil and another instance I am not allowed to recall.
Before dinner I got a nap attack for 45 minutes of light sleep with plenty of dream invasion, and this has served as the (faux) causal to feel so buzzed out, stoned like. This is where they make everything seem surreal, which they did for all of dinner preparation, dishes and at present. They also put huge vertical pleated folds in my shirt, another casualty "from" the nap, and are insisting on keeping my shirt is this manner, even if it is wrinkle resistant.
2110h
I am "in the beam", a plasma light source made to look like a reflection off the opposite residential tower. There have been some pictures of these in past blogs, and as far as I can tell, it is represented as totally unnatural. This is an E. facing apartment that should not get any direct sunlight at this time of day, and yet "somehow" the windows unerring direct a "reflected" sun beam into my apartment each evening. Naturally, other lighting and plasma games are added to the mix to arrange quite an irregular display of lighting. Drawing the curtains usually ends this idiotic game, and it is time to do just that.
2030h
The perps screwed me out of joining my TI confreres in a conference call tonight, the norm. Then they put me through a number of futile attempts to listen to some audio files and finally allowed me to listen this recording on Talkshoe's FFCHS (TI activist group). The siren cascade noise started up before I put my headphones on, and now the overhead rumbling noise has begun.
It is interesting to note that one of the three guest TI's on the above mentioned recording of the radio show is permitted to keep a job and be in contact with her family who are entirely supportive. Normally social isolation is applied, as mentioned above. Another guest was permitted to retain various investigators who supported her claims of anomalous activity. I haven't been allowed such freedoms, despite my attempts. I phoned one countersurveillance operation when I lived in Seattle and they blew me off, assuming that I did in fact get through and that I wasn't redirected to an operative jerking me around.
2055h
And while listening the above audio file, the perps have me cough on cue; a new speaker, navigating to a new web page, copying a link into Paste, making a link (above) is all it takes to remotely invoke a coincident dry cough.
2130h
This video on YouTube has members of the Church Committee speaking about their experiences which included investigations into the FBI and COINTELINFO and the consequent FISA laws which they claim work, per conversations with the intelligence community. This on the eve of the FISA laws being eviserated, with the abettance of the Democratic members of Congress. Funny how that happens.
2140h
The Google Analytics access that I set up has gone "missing"; the statistics were to be accessible, and poof, no way to find them. And now, more creepy crawlies, as if an insect is on my back, under my shirt.
2225h
I am listening to a long video on the "Electric Universe"; a theory that explains the forces in the cosmos to a much greater degree than what they call the "Standard Model". Let's not forget what the erstwhile researcher of gravitics, Thomas Townsend Brown called empty space, the "omniplasma continuum". So it would seem that the perps can readily access this plasmic universe, and in my case, increase the radiation levels (magnetic energy mainly), to manipulate plasma around me all the time.
And how did something so fundamental come to be "fringe science", where it is an uphill battle to get papers published that don't conform to the status quo? Another work of deep and dark means it would seem. It doesn't take much to wander into the conspiratorial realm, and ponder the unseen force's degree of influence.
Anyhow, it has been a shut-in day and I am getting the imposed yawning and tiredness routine, usually prescribed to force my mouth to open, that highly problematic region for the perps in their ongoing harassment operations, which is in fact, nonconsensual human experimentation. The open mouthing of so many of the gangstalkers is an ongoing testimonial to this facet of their quest; to be able to dynamically model all the human body's bioenergetics, especially for the brain region. Not my problem, and here I am being contained against my will.
Time to call this one done and ponder what possible excitement will be scripted for tommorrow.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
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.
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.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Electric Clock Noise
1200h
My battery powered and recently acquired electric clock began to make noise on a once per second frequency, only two days into ownership. The last one of identical design did not, and my past experience tells me that electric analog faced clocks don't make any noise. At 0330h, I was awakened, and then planted with the notion that the noise "bothered" me, and "I" (in the collective mind-controlled sense), pulled the battery out and expected the noise to cease. Not a chance; even though the clock was disabled, the perps planted the same noise at the same frequency for me to hear, and be bothered about until they brought on sleep again for an absurd 10 hour's worth. This is just one example of many hundreds as to the games that go on, juvenile and as pathetic they seem.
The latest annoyance campaign is the escalated planting of crumbs on my food, food plates, mug, and other dishes, before, during and after consumption. Another is an escalation of the "dog-hairs", those "from nowhere" hairs that "fall" upon me after a shower and are often positioned in locations where the activity is of intense interest. I call these "dog-hairs" out of irony, as I don't have a dog, and the hairs appear to be of my hair color and length, save the odd one. Of late, the perps like to plant these hairs on my shaving razor, on me where I am about to shave, and on just cleaned portions of the counter and sink. This game has been going on for at least 4 years, though it is more apparent now, and seems to be an aid in remotely assessing my bioenergetics through these activities that are of intense perp interest, likely because they don't yet have a handle on them yet.
Another stunt that I was allowed to be aware of is bedsheet slitting; making holes in my one and only set of bedsheets, of good quality and only three years old. A string of multiple slits were made next to the sewn hem, and there is no conventional way this could of happened; even washing machine wear would not have occured at this location owing to greater protection from the doubled over hem. Just another stunt related to long standing perp interest, bedsheets and whatever bioenergetics they confer.
1325h
This looks to be a shut-in day; no ambition (also controlled I have come to know), to get a Saturday national newspaper has surfaced yet. These Saturday events often follow a busy Friday, which it was, in the judgement of my mind-keepers. They have been active today in planting dumbshit imagery and suggestions as well as increasing my long-term recall associations to a never-before level. So, my mind has become more like a playground for sickos for whom mind-control isn't enough of an accomplishment, which is nigh, based on my reduced noisestalking occurences related to original thought. I get plenty of noisestalking over planted thoughts and vocalizations, particularly specific words. The assholes had me stuttering first thing this morning to rile me up while making coffee, yet another brown food/beverage obsession of theirs, and not just for placing peanut butter and jam on my toast.
The plasma and maser games have been unusually active, interfering with my vision and formeting head movements to shake off the problem momentarily. They even ran a series of horizontal red plama beams in front of my dark green office chair before I sat in it for the first time today. Normally the perps are more bashful about their magnetic energy show (plasma and masers), keeping them fleeting and mostly in my peripherial vision. They are becoming more blatant on all fronts these days, needing to get their gangstalkers in closer, and making them look more obvious, even to the point of plain stupid looking. The wavy white hair on the mid-aged male gangstalkers is playing big of late, and with these traumatization based gangstalking stunts, I can only assume they wish to re-invoke them, even if formed over 50 years ago.
The recent "relevation", a telepathically planted notion to be precise, of me being a shorter term patient of the infamous Dr. Ewan Cameron in Montreal in 1956-7 is now the main thought meme around much of the current harassment context. I cannot rely on what chronic abusers and liars have to say, though it does fit the current pattern of the gangstallking stunts and props. Another stunt the perps like to lay on me is to have a gangstalker, usually a male, walking in front of me with white pants on, and then direct my attention to the pants to invoke (or plant) a visceral and unpleasant reaction. This might be an emulation of what I witnessed the period I was an infant in Montreal in a hospital setting, a rich vein of perp related games, stunts and props, even down to the hospital green PVC 30" pipes they moved within view.
That Dr. Cameron and the even more infamous Dr. Mengle may have crossed paths in Montreal in the early 1950's is more astounding, and if true, it would of been the latter's second visit to Montreal, as he apparently visited Quebec before WWII, conveying that this research was long planned, and a world war wasn't going to stop it. The Duplessis orphan nonconsensual research also began in the 1950's in Quebec, with the suggestion (to me at least) that there are wider linkages to ongoing research of children than is usually acknowledged. More food for thought, and to date, my research on the web and by email is coming up empty as to what actually transpired. Perhaps the oddest of all is that the Dr. Cameron material came to light because the CIA "overlooked" destroying all these records as they had intended, suggesting an ever more larger front of manipulation from a shadow organization who has the means to remotely manipulate them. This little conspiracist tangent is all speculation of course, and is based on my opinion that nothing in my life is now, or ever was, unplanned, but in fact was scripted and staged, right down to the level of placement of dust bunnies and even the white colored particles that spin and "float" upward in close proximity (aka "animated dust").
Here is some arranged vehicle color "action" outside my apartment balcony. Normally, I step out on the balcony to avoid the look of the vertical bars, but for whatever reason, "I" didn't. Three parked same colored silver-grey vehicles were parked in file, with one space, one behind a tree, without its foliage. The next two mobile vehicles were silver-grey and white, a very common color combination and nearly the same grey-scale rating. The parked vehicle in the second picture in the lower right corner is also grey, a mid-tone grey, and very possibly placed there for more grey-scale calibration.
A rip in my bed cover, "happening" for no apparent reason or cause, save perp mendacity and remote bioenergetics research. There are no other like holes in the bed cover, and it "erupted" about 6 weeks ago.
The above mention bedsheet slashing games that were discovered this morning. I didn't count how many, but if this were of any wear related cause, even an "accelerated" one, I would not have loaded this picture into this blog.
I am quite sure this entire bedsheet slitting stunt was scripted for me to take pictures of, and to then convey to this blog. The perps routinely noisestalk me making my bed every morning, and in addition, force my fingers to fumble to then rile me up. Every morning, since I began bedmaking in the morning in 2005, having moved to a studio suite. Before that, I never made the bed, usually because I didn't see it, located in a separate bedroom.
Here is a link to a new ability of scientists to look into a rat's eye and monitor the blood flow in realtime. This is a new innovation in conventional technology, though I am quite sure my mind-keeprs have been doing this for a long time. I became aware of this when the harassment started and I saw small point source beams in my eyes and were in constant motion, sweeping a width and interacting with other same beams. I can only assume there were plasma beams, and somehow they could co-opt the "omniplasma continuum" to focus on my retina for their benefit. This might explain the harassment games of cutting me, attempting to get a correlation of the retinal blood flow and the on-skin cut they create, often when shaving, and not from the blade. Once, they created a bleed from my nose that was adroitly placed in my lower peripherial vision and would not allow it to be stopped for at least 30 minutes. When I mention these spontaneous bleeds to my doctor he shows no reaction, surely a managed "response" for "don't want to know".
1610h
My tea and chocolate is finished and the noisestalking started up, along with near dusk time lighting conditions annoyances.
The sirens have started up with the overhead rumbling noise, a back and forth rumble that has gotten louder, and is meant to emulate a sliding glass door, though anyone who opens their door with such frequency in the pouring rain is dottled.
1640h
More noisestalking and now I am getting jabbed in the back, as if 10" of my shirt had a vertical crease and it was being pressed into my back. The perps cannot get enough jabbings done in a day it would seem.
2115h
More reading about stereo components, all armchair shopping as I don't have the financial resources to acquire anything new, and nor can I be sure it won't get sabotaged. I am down three CD players, including an NAD CD player, known to be indestructable.
While reading I got a steady background noise of loud mufflered vehicles, and the ever increasing "internal head noise", planted creaks, pops, clicks, swallowing noise etc. as if generated by head or jaw movement. Though in fact, I don't need to move, as this class of nonaural noise, not heard through the ears, will be generated anytime the perps want. I am sure that there are important differences as to whether the sound is heard through my ears or not, but it is all the same to me; more sick minded harassment.
And a story that has been fed to me, and is here for the record. These are a class of pollutants that are ubiquitous, and even show up in mother's milk. From what I gather, the PBDE's mimic hormonal activity and exhibit unpredictable behavoir at the quantum level. Not my problem, so why am I being harassed and abused for over five years with someone else's issue with covertly reading PBDE polluted brain cells from a distance? No answers for that, save the clunking and faux neighbor water use noise as I type this up and put the link in. I got to tell my barber all about these pollutant yesterday to his feigned interest, meaning it was a scripted topic, and now this story "shows up". Funny how that happens all the time now.
1950h
More ceiling pounding of a concrete floor/ceiling overhead as I bookmark a link that has a rather succinct and technical description of what really goes on at the NSA. It it the John St. Clair Akwei document, something of a landmark description of electronic harassment and mind-control activities, though it never went anywhere in court as there was no corroborating evidence. This document only covers part of the entire harassment and surveillance spectrum, and not the extra-conventional gravitics manipulations. It is interesting to note that the document describes PC's being hacked into by remote means, something I have known for a long time from experience, even if not connected to the internet. The one time the perps could not hack into my PC was when I had just put on the cover, and they shut it down right away. I assume this was a test of their capabilities, as the next day, still unconnected to the internet, they allowed me to use the PC and they were running their spyware on it.
2305h
I found some reading that wasn't too interfered with, "just" plenty of plasma flaring off the LCD display. No wonder the perps have had me largely off books for over three years now. Time ot call this day adone and blogg off; a few more pictures tomorrow.
My battery powered and recently acquired electric clock began to make noise on a once per second frequency, only two days into ownership. The last one of identical design did not, and my past experience tells me that electric analog faced clocks don't make any noise. At 0330h, I was awakened, and then planted with the notion that the noise "bothered" me, and "I" (in the collective mind-controlled sense), pulled the battery out and expected the noise to cease. Not a chance; even though the clock was disabled, the perps planted the same noise at the same frequency for me to hear, and be bothered about until they brought on sleep again for an absurd 10 hour's worth. This is just one example of many hundreds as to the games that go on, juvenile and as pathetic they seem.
The latest annoyance campaign is the escalated planting of crumbs on my food, food plates, mug, and other dishes, before, during and after consumption. Another is an escalation of the "dog-hairs", those "from nowhere" hairs that "fall" upon me after a shower and are often positioned in locations where the activity is of intense interest. I call these "dog-hairs" out of irony, as I don't have a dog, and the hairs appear to be of my hair color and length, save the odd one. Of late, the perps like to plant these hairs on my shaving razor, on me where I am about to shave, and on just cleaned portions of the counter and sink. This game has been going on for at least 4 years, though it is more apparent now, and seems to be an aid in remotely assessing my bioenergetics through these activities that are of intense perp interest, likely because they don't yet have a handle on them yet.
Another stunt that I was allowed to be aware of is bedsheet slitting; making holes in my one and only set of bedsheets, of good quality and only three years old. A string of multiple slits were made next to the sewn hem, and there is no conventional way this could of happened; even washing machine wear would not have occured at this location owing to greater protection from the doubled over hem. Just another stunt related to long standing perp interest, bedsheets and whatever bioenergetics they confer.
1325h
This looks to be a shut-in day; no ambition (also controlled I have come to know), to get a Saturday national newspaper has surfaced yet. These Saturday events often follow a busy Friday, which it was, in the judgement of my mind-keepers. They have been active today in planting dumbshit imagery and suggestions as well as increasing my long-term recall associations to a never-before level. So, my mind has become more like a playground for sickos for whom mind-control isn't enough of an accomplishment, which is nigh, based on my reduced noisestalking occurences related to original thought. I get plenty of noisestalking over planted thoughts and vocalizations, particularly specific words. The assholes had me stuttering first thing this morning to rile me up while making coffee, yet another brown food/beverage obsession of theirs, and not just for placing peanut butter and jam on my toast.
The plasma and maser games have been unusually active, interfering with my vision and formeting head movements to shake off the problem momentarily. They even ran a series of horizontal red plama beams in front of my dark green office chair before I sat in it for the first time today. Normally the perps are more bashful about their magnetic energy show (plasma and masers), keeping them fleeting and mostly in my peripherial vision. They are becoming more blatant on all fronts these days, needing to get their gangstalkers in closer, and making them look more obvious, even to the point of plain stupid looking. The wavy white hair on the mid-aged male gangstalkers is playing big of late, and with these traumatization based gangstalking stunts, I can only assume they wish to re-invoke them, even if formed over 50 years ago.
The recent "relevation", a telepathically planted notion to be precise, of me being a shorter term patient of the infamous Dr. Ewan Cameron in Montreal in 1956-7 is now the main thought meme around much of the current harassment context. I cannot rely on what chronic abusers and liars have to say, though it does fit the current pattern of the gangstallking stunts and props. Another stunt the perps like to lay on me is to have a gangstalker, usually a male, walking in front of me with white pants on, and then direct my attention to the pants to invoke (or plant) a visceral and unpleasant reaction. This might be an emulation of what I witnessed the period I was an infant in Montreal in a hospital setting, a rich vein of perp related games, stunts and props, even down to the hospital green PVC 30" pipes they moved within view.
That Dr. Cameron and the even more infamous Dr. Mengle may have crossed paths in Montreal in the early 1950's is more astounding, and if true, it would of been the latter's second visit to Montreal, as he apparently visited Quebec before WWII, conveying that this research was long planned, and a world war wasn't going to stop it. The Duplessis orphan nonconsensual research also began in the 1950's in Quebec, with the suggestion (to me at least) that there are wider linkages to ongoing research of children than is usually acknowledged. More food for thought, and to date, my research on the web and by email is coming up empty as to what actually transpired. Perhaps the oddest of all is that the Dr. Cameron material came to light because the CIA "overlooked" destroying all these records as they had intended, suggesting an ever more larger front of manipulation from a shadow organization who has the means to remotely manipulate them. This little conspiracist tangent is all speculation of course, and is based on my opinion that nothing in my life is now, or ever was, unplanned, but in fact was scripted and staged, right down to the level of placement of dust bunnies and even the white colored particles that spin and "float" upward in close proximity (aka "animated dust").
Here is some arranged vehicle color "action" outside my apartment balcony. Normally, I step out on the balcony to avoid the look of the vertical bars, but for whatever reason, "I" didn't. Three parked same colored silver-grey vehicles were parked in file, with one space, one behind a tree, without its foliage. The next two mobile vehicles were silver-grey and white, a very common color combination and nearly the same grey-scale rating. The parked vehicle in the second picture in the lower right corner is also grey, a mid-tone grey, and very possibly placed there for more grey-scale calibration.
A rip in my bed cover, "happening" for no apparent reason or cause, save perp mendacity and remote bioenergetics research. There are no other like holes in the bed cover, and it "erupted" about 6 weeks ago.
The above mention bedsheet slashing games that were discovered this morning. I didn't count how many, but if this were of any wear related cause, even an "accelerated" one, I would not have loaded this picture into this blog.
I am quite sure this entire bedsheet slitting stunt was scripted for me to take pictures of, and to then convey to this blog. The perps routinely noisestalk me making my bed every morning, and in addition, force my fingers to fumble to then rile me up. Every morning, since I began bedmaking in the morning in 2005, having moved to a studio suite. Before that, I never made the bed, usually because I didn't see it, located in a separate bedroom.
Here is a link to a new ability of scientists to look into a rat's eye and monitor the blood flow in realtime. This is a new innovation in conventional technology, though I am quite sure my mind-keeprs have been doing this for a long time. I became aware of this when the harassment started and I saw small point source beams in my eyes and were in constant motion, sweeping a width and interacting with other same beams. I can only assume there were plasma beams, and somehow they could co-opt the "omniplasma continuum" to focus on my retina for their benefit. This might explain the harassment games of cutting me, attempting to get a correlation of the retinal blood flow and the on-skin cut they create, often when shaving, and not from the blade. Once, they created a bleed from my nose that was adroitly placed in my lower peripherial vision and would not allow it to be stopped for at least 30 minutes. When I mention these spontaneous bleeds to my doctor he shows no reaction, surely a managed "response" for "don't want to know".
1610h
My tea and chocolate is finished and the noisestalking started up, along with near dusk time lighting conditions annoyances.
The sirens have started up with the overhead rumbling noise, a back and forth rumble that has gotten louder, and is meant to emulate a sliding glass door, though anyone who opens their door with such frequency in the pouring rain is dottled.
1640h
More noisestalking and now I am getting jabbed in the back, as if 10" of my shirt had a vertical crease and it was being pressed into my back. The perps cannot get enough jabbings done in a day it would seem.
2115h
More reading about stereo components, all armchair shopping as I don't have the financial resources to acquire anything new, and nor can I be sure it won't get sabotaged. I am down three CD players, including an NAD CD player, known to be indestructable.
While reading I got a steady background noise of loud mufflered vehicles, and the ever increasing "internal head noise", planted creaks, pops, clicks, swallowing noise etc. as if generated by head or jaw movement. Though in fact, I don't need to move, as this class of nonaural noise, not heard through the ears, will be generated anytime the perps want. I am sure that there are important differences as to whether the sound is heard through my ears or not, but it is all the same to me; more sick minded harassment.
And a story that has been fed to me, and is here for the record. These are a class of pollutants that are ubiquitous, and even show up in mother's milk. From what I gather, the PBDE's mimic hormonal activity and exhibit unpredictable behavoir at the quantum level. Not my problem, so why am I being harassed and abused for over five years with someone else's issue with covertly reading PBDE polluted brain cells from a distance? No answers for that, save the clunking and faux neighbor water use noise as I type this up and put the link in. I got to tell my barber all about these pollutant yesterday to his feigned interest, meaning it was a scripted topic, and now this story "shows up". Funny how that happens all the time now.
1950h
More ceiling pounding of a concrete floor/ceiling overhead as I bookmark a link that has a rather succinct and technical description of what really goes on at the NSA. It it the John St. Clair Akwei document, something of a landmark description of electronic harassment and mind-control activities, though it never went anywhere in court as there was no corroborating evidence. This document only covers part of the entire harassment and surveillance spectrum, and not the extra-conventional gravitics manipulations. It is interesting to note that the document describes PC's being hacked into by remote means, something I have known for a long time from experience, even if not connected to the internet. The one time the perps could not hack into my PC was when I had just put on the cover, and they shut it down right away. I assume this was a test of their capabilities, as the next day, still unconnected to the internet, they allowed me to use the PC and they were running their spyware on it.
2305h
I found some reading that wasn't too interfered with, "just" plenty of plasma flaring off the LCD display. No wonder the perps have had me largely off books for over three years now. Time ot call this day adone and blogg off; a few more pictures tomorrow.
Friday, December 07, 2007
Grey Haired Cyclists Running Red Lights
1325h
I was walking in downtown when a cyclist put on the act of attempting to run the late yellow light and aborted his mission over the crosswalk I was slated to use when the light turned. True to perp form, like so many vehicles, he backed up and moved in back of the stop line. The pedestrian walk signal went on, and I proceeded to cross on the crosswalk, and an oncoming blonde woman diverted my attention momentarily when I was jerked around to have a look at this idiot cyclist act. What followed was interesting; as I looked at this dude attempting something so stupid, a "reflective" light source "from" a parked vehicle was behind him, first on the left side of his head as I saw it, and then the right side of his head while I was continuing walking. So it would seem, as mentioned in past blog postings, that the blonde woman (favored demographic) reaction was immediately followed by an enhanced lighting on the idiot/middle aged male (unfavored demographic) cyclist. The lighting and reflectance in my proximity is totally controlled, and I would never of expected reflection from this direction at this time of day, and nor has it ever been so bright, let alone, ordered around an operative's head before. Adding lighting to the perp's props seems to be more common, whether the prop is in the form of a gangstalker or object, though this has been the most structured and contained incident to date, "happening" on either side of the fucker's head.
I was expecting to continue the Excel spreadsheet activity this morning, but was sequestered onto cardstock folding again, what I did two days ago. If I was allowed my own observation and analytical capabilities I could of figured out this ahead of time when walking the two blocks. A gangstalking party of two in front of me were packing an white envelope, and within 40' an oncoming gangstalker was also carrying a white envelope, the newest and most portable item for color referencing me it would seem. So all my paper folding and handling activity that I do could be assumed to fit the purpose for whatever plans there are around me with respect to paper.
Another concrete pouring job outside my building, this time it is being packed in 5 gallon plastic buckets and carried inside a building that is perennially being constructed and fitted inside. I also passed a concrete pump truck on my downtown walking route, and it would seem that the perps have a total offensive going on related to me being proximate to fresh concrete.
1850h
I put in some 6 hours of paper folding time today at this office I help out. It was apparent that more of the paper and box shuffling was on, all to rearrange colors around me as well as experiencing incremental exposure to a stack of papers that had some red coloration on them, inside a brown cardboard box. I could go on at length as to the feints and other color games as well as swapping personnel, or have everyone clear out at once to then leave me alone in the room. The latter hour seemed to be all about getting a blonde woman to work at the table next to a red-haired woman, part of the specific demographics games, putting an unfavored one next to a favored one and attempting to compare some kind of bioenergetics reaction between the two. That is about as much as I know, but having seen blonde women frequently used as a "introduction" subject/gangstalker bait with follow on members from the less favored demographic groups, the entire process of being an nonconsensual experimentation subject gets very dreary and predictable.
I had my usual freakshow when walking back from the office, and the finale was the dude who purports to be the assistant manager was prone on the couch in this apartment's lobby, his feet hanging off the end where the elevator door is, the one that opened for me. I was obliged to go past his feet, which secures me in the knowledge that the perps have a foot fetish which at least makes sense from the "chi" (accupuncture) energy perspective, with a large number of energy meridians terminating there. It is all too weird that this same dude, who makes himself out to be the assistant apartment manager also acts rather strangely on the street, as if he were partly nuts, putting on the undue staring at me.
1930h
The overhead pounding and clunking has "woken up" and the first thing they did was make noise the same instant I bookmarked a website. Which tells me, assuming I am not being spoofed, that the perps have miles to go yet when this amateur game reveals itself like this.
2245h
Time to call this day done and see what is in store for me; the YouTube visits are becoming a site for more perp spoofing; pixellations, removing or modifying face features, adding red flashes and a litany of the current partial facial features they like me to see, often only fleetingly.
I was walking in downtown when a cyclist put on the act of attempting to run the late yellow light and aborted his mission over the crosswalk I was slated to use when the light turned. True to perp form, like so many vehicles, he backed up and moved in back of the stop line. The pedestrian walk signal went on, and I proceeded to cross on the crosswalk, and an oncoming blonde woman diverted my attention momentarily when I was jerked around to have a look at this idiot cyclist act. What followed was interesting; as I looked at this dude attempting something so stupid, a "reflective" light source "from" a parked vehicle was behind him, first on the left side of his head as I saw it, and then the right side of his head while I was continuing walking. So it would seem, as mentioned in past blog postings, that the blonde woman (favored demographic) reaction was immediately followed by an enhanced lighting on the idiot/middle aged male (unfavored demographic) cyclist. The lighting and reflectance in my proximity is totally controlled, and I would never of expected reflection from this direction at this time of day, and nor has it ever been so bright, let alone, ordered around an operative's head before. Adding lighting to the perp's props seems to be more common, whether the prop is in the form of a gangstalker or object, though this has been the most structured and contained incident to date, "happening" on either side of the fucker's head.
I was expecting to continue the Excel spreadsheet activity this morning, but was sequestered onto cardstock folding again, what I did two days ago. If I was allowed my own observation and analytical capabilities I could of figured out this ahead of time when walking the two blocks. A gangstalking party of two in front of me were packing an white envelope, and within 40' an oncoming gangstalker was also carrying a white envelope, the newest and most portable item for color referencing me it would seem. So all my paper folding and handling activity that I do could be assumed to fit the purpose for whatever plans there are around me with respect to paper.
Another concrete pouring job outside my building, this time it is being packed in 5 gallon plastic buckets and carried inside a building that is perennially being constructed and fitted inside. I also passed a concrete pump truck on my downtown walking route, and it would seem that the perps have a total offensive going on related to me being proximate to fresh concrete.
1850h
I put in some 6 hours of paper folding time today at this office I help out. It was apparent that more of the paper and box shuffling was on, all to rearrange colors around me as well as experiencing incremental exposure to a stack of papers that had some red coloration on them, inside a brown cardboard box. I could go on at length as to the feints and other color games as well as swapping personnel, or have everyone clear out at once to then leave me alone in the room. The latter hour seemed to be all about getting a blonde woman to work at the table next to a red-haired woman, part of the specific demographics games, putting an unfavored one next to a favored one and attempting to compare some kind of bioenergetics reaction between the two. That is about as much as I know, but having seen blonde women frequently used as a "introduction" subject/gangstalker bait with follow on members from the less favored demographic groups, the entire process of being an nonconsensual experimentation subject gets very dreary and predictable.
I had my usual freakshow when walking back from the office, and the finale was the dude who purports to be the assistant manager was prone on the couch in this apartment's lobby, his feet hanging off the end where the elevator door is, the one that opened for me. I was obliged to go past his feet, which secures me in the knowledge that the perps have a foot fetish which at least makes sense from the "chi" (accupuncture) energy perspective, with a large number of energy meridians terminating there. It is all too weird that this same dude, who makes himself out to be the assistant apartment manager also acts rather strangely on the street, as if he were partly nuts, putting on the undue staring at me.
1930h
The overhead pounding and clunking has "woken up" and the first thing they did was make noise the same instant I bookmarked a website. Which tells me, assuming I am not being spoofed, that the perps have miles to go yet when this amateur game reveals itself like this.
2245h
Time to call this day done and see what is in store for me; the YouTube visits are becoming a site for more perp spoofing; pixellations, removing or modifying face features, adding red flashes and a litany of the current partial facial features they like me to see, often only fleetingly.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Plasma Replications and Projections
1400h
A late get-up time, which made for 9.5 hours of sleep, when only 8 are needed, not factoring the frequent naps that go on for one to three hours. No major nightime ructions, save one possible wake up to look at the perp's grainy picture show, where the properties of the ambient light are manipulated to make it appear as if I was looking at a 2400 ASA push processed black and white negative, meaning very "grainy" and no color. Then, after only one to five seconds of observation, I get put to sleep again. No noisestalking in the night that I can recall.
The plasma games are continuous and constant in my vision, and very short flashes occur all the time, usually projecting an object, or the edge of an object in another color (yellow, red, green, grey usually) offset from the object itself. An example is this Windows display where a 1/8" fat right side blue colored vertical line to the right of the vertical scroll line appears after each log on. And for whatever reason, I get controlled to loathe this intrusion and use the mouse to rid myself of it by pulling it rightward to then disappear. It is all part of the imposed routine. And as it gets pulled, a yellow replicate line (in plasma form), offset by an inch or so, "shows up" while the fat blue Windows line is eliminated. This goes on everytime, and is one example of thousands that occur, these subsecond plasma beam flashes. As I have recorded anomalous magnetic field levels in my proximity, >200 Gauss in 2002, it makes perfect sense that these associated plasma events are happening. One controls plasma activity in a densified magnetic field. Ditto for masers which I see plenty of each day.
It was raining for most of the morning, and I can only assume that there were some reasons for this, one that has been mooted was the incidence of platinum on the streets, the very small aggregations from catalytic converters from vehicles. This could be, as I get at least five incidences per week of the street sweeper going by, which lays down a striated track of moistened pavement at the side of the road. I have never seen so much street sweeper activity in all my life, as they are normally used when the street is cleared of parked vehicles. Now, for whatever reason, "anytime" (per perp script) will do. And as I made that scintillating observation, the glass bottle bashing act has started up in the hallway. It never ends, just recycling the same harassment enabling events from location to location.
My perp abbetting mother is making some hints about "job transition" programs being started up, and seemed to have some startling insights into the nature of forestry jobs, the professionals, and the technicians. Not only is she "well informed", she never had this degree of knowledge or interest in my vocational life before, but now she does. There is a significant degree of "hintspeak" as I would call this, where someone drops some keywords, and I am controlled to register this as a hint as to future direction. Of course there are a lot of fake-outs too, so one cannot trust any notions as to future portent.
As an example of "hintspeak", one landlord, after giving me the boot owing to the mind-controlled rage shows, suggested that I find an apartment in a concrete and steel building, and so I did, and it was a 15 month stay. And now, I am back in such a building for reasons that are best known to the perps, but they do like me using the elevator, and the ground to height energy differentials that occur. Hence the profusion of gangstalkers in the elevator, rushing in before I get out, outside of it blocking egress, and the swarms at the doorway before I get inside one. Not my problem, so why am I being harassed over it?
And as I am going to see the First Feral Family later this afternoon, this posting will be relatively short. That is code for the parental quislings/depraved idiots that sold me into this hell at birth, and stood by while the perps arranged everything around me, playing the perfect doormats, never mind the weird familial vibe that started from very early on.
This must be a perp planted idea; Gangstalker of the Week, Stunt of the Week etc.
Gangstalker of the Week: (08-14-2007) the fucker in my Tuesday yoga class who "showed up" two hours later functioning as an ersatz doorman when I returned to this apartment building. And no less, he had a >1/2" beard in the first instance, then was all cleanly shaved for the reprise gangstalking at the front door. And furthermore, he was a copy of my out-of-town brother in height, comportment, and body build, with a strong facial resemblance. Likely a morphover, and a purposeful similarity at that.
Stunt of the Week: this has to be qualified, and not have the shit and toilet games included, no matter if there was a 100% correlation this past week with taking a shit, then a shower to clean up in advance of going out in four successive events. (Since been alleviated on 08-16-2007) thankfully). This could be the four starings in one outing, including above mentioned "doorman" laying it on, while I was staring at him to positively associate him and the yoga class member.
Enough for a posting, and time to blog off.
A late get-up time, which made for 9.5 hours of sleep, when only 8 are needed, not factoring the frequent naps that go on for one to three hours. No major nightime ructions, save one possible wake up to look at the perp's grainy picture show, where the properties of the ambient light are manipulated to make it appear as if I was looking at a 2400 ASA push processed black and white negative, meaning very "grainy" and no color. Then, after only one to five seconds of observation, I get put to sleep again. No noisestalking in the night that I can recall.
The plasma games are continuous and constant in my vision, and very short flashes occur all the time, usually projecting an object, or the edge of an object in another color (yellow, red, green, grey usually) offset from the object itself. An example is this Windows display where a 1/8" fat right side blue colored vertical line to the right of the vertical scroll line appears after each log on. And for whatever reason, I get controlled to loathe this intrusion and use the mouse to rid myself of it by pulling it rightward to then disappear. It is all part of the imposed routine. And as it gets pulled, a yellow replicate line (in plasma form), offset by an inch or so, "shows up" while the fat blue Windows line is eliminated. This goes on everytime, and is one example of thousands that occur, these subsecond plasma beam flashes. As I have recorded anomalous magnetic field levels in my proximity, >200 Gauss in 2002, it makes perfect sense that these associated plasma events are happening. One controls plasma activity in a densified magnetic field. Ditto for masers which I see plenty of each day.
It was raining for most of the morning, and I can only assume that there were some reasons for this, one that has been mooted was the incidence of platinum on the streets, the very small aggregations from catalytic converters from vehicles. This could be, as I get at least five incidences per week of the street sweeper going by, which lays down a striated track of moistened pavement at the side of the road. I have never seen so much street sweeper activity in all my life, as they are normally used when the street is cleared of parked vehicles. Now, for whatever reason, "anytime" (per perp script) will do. And as I made that scintillating observation, the glass bottle bashing act has started up in the hallway. It never ends, just recycling the same harassment enabling events from location to location.
My perp abbetting mother is making some hints about "job transition" programs being started up, and seemed to have some startling insights into the nature of forestry jobs, the professionals, and the technicians. Not only is she "well informed", she never had this degree of knowledge or interest in my vocational life before, but now she does. There is a significant degree of "hintspeak" as I would call this, where someone drops some keywords, and I am controlled to register this as a hint as to future direction. Of course there are a lot of fake-outs too, so one cannot trust any notions as to future portent.
As an example of "hintspeak", one landlord, after giving me the boot owing to the mind-controlled rage shows, suggested that I find an apartment in a concrete and steel building, and so I did, and it was a 15 month stay. And now, I am back in such a building for reasons that are best known to the perps, but they do like me using the elevator, and the ground to height energy differentials that occur. Hence the profusion of gangstalkers in the elevator, rushing in before I get out, outside of it blocking egress, and the swarms at the doorway before I get inside one. Not my problem, so why am I being harassed over it?
And as I am going to see the First Feral Family later this afternoon, this posting will be relatively short. That is code for the parental quislings/depraved idiots that sold me into this hell at birth, and stood by while the perps arranged everything around me, playing the perfect doormats, never mind the weird familial vibe that started from very early on.
This must be a perp planted idea; Gangstalker of the Week, Stunt of the Week etc.
Gangstalker of the Week: (08-14-2007) the fucker in my Tuesday yoga class who "showed up" two hours later functioning as an ersatz doorman when I returned to this apartment building. And no less, he had a >1/2" beard in the first instance, then was all cleanly shaved for the reprise gangstalking at the front door. And furthermore, he was a copy of my out-of-town brother in height, comportment, and body build, with a strong facial resemblance. Likely a morphover, and a purposeful similarity at that.
Stunt of the Week: this has to be qualified, and not have the shit and toilet games included, no matter if there was a 100% correlation this past week with taking a shit, then a shower to clean up in advance of going out in four successive events. (Since been alleviated on 08-16-2007) thankfully). This could be the four starings in one outing, including above mentioned "doorman" laying it on, while I was staring at him to positively associate him and the yoga class member.
Enough for a posting, and time to blog off.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Elevator Rushing
1800h
What is with the perps to organize operatives to rush at the elevator door when it arrives on their floor, and I have not got out? The door isn't even completely open and they are attempting to get in while I need to get out. There were two of these fuckers in two separtate outings, and this has happened before at other buildings with elevators. It started at this apartment block today. And I was allowed to say something relevant today, telling the fucker I wanted out first. In the latter instance it was Negro Dude #2, and earlier it was the skinhead faux cable installer giving me the stare while he was at the door when it was opening. It is fucking nuts that there is an orchestrated rudeness that suddenly comes on. I suspect the real reason is that the perps cannot get these fuckers in close enough, and they concoct this elevator rushing idiocy as a "rationale". Fucking insane.
The Asians were doing the identical move at the last apartment block, and then the perps moved on to geriatrics rushing the elevator before I got out. Fucking bizzare to say the least.
The Negro Dude #1 has been in the lobby twice in the past two days, jawing with a "pal", and in the same setup where I am obliged to walk between them as that is the only route to the elevators. Given that there is no reason to loiter in the lobby, it is simply amazing how all these "discussions" erupt in my presence.
1845h
I did yoga and strength training today; the perps still won't let me run for more than three or four minutes, even if they have me covered up the asshole.
And there was undeniable plasma games going on in the floor exercise room where there is a mirrored wall. There were at least 10 half second exposures of my profile in yellow, and they started from some 6' away and moved progressively closer, and once on each side. Then there were some back and forth plasma between me and the coordinator, again, a yellowish plasma beam. She is pregnant, and given the number of women that are in this condition while ambulatory gangstalking me, there must be some kind of bonus for them. And I am sure that the rest of the class could see the plasma beams flipping around, but as always, they pretended otherwise.
I could also see the faint plasma cloud that surrounds me while looking in the mirror of the floor exercise room. I had a darker shirt on, and it was reduced in tone owing to the whitish plasma that it emanating from me all the time now. There were not as many maser or point sources of light popping off me today.
Another "pretend otherwise" event is that I have a differing voice; within a week, or even within a day, and yet no one mentions anything. For the most part, this is about the most benign of the perps intrusions, and I don't get fussed about this one.
There was plenty of plasma beams flitting about the room in yoga as well; at one point the perps put a 2'x2' half second of red plasma immediately in front of me, over the carpet area and not my mat. Another stunt was to have outside parked vehicles in their usual color alignment, and have the sun "reflect" off the vehicle, with the very strong lightbeam "happening" to nail me in the face. Invariably there is someone between the beam source and me, and in this case it was the instructor who is always easy on the eye. The beam was projected on either side of her head, as well as being exactly behind her for a spell. Also, there were plenty of beam interuptions scheduled with vehicles passing by.
There were the usual 600 to 1000 vehicles coursing by me in color or vehicle type coordinated clusters while I was walking to or from the recreation center, 30 minutes in each direction. The red colored vehicles are still playing big, as are the silver greys, greys, whites and black colored vehicles. At the gym and viewable from the treadmill I was running on, the perps had four parked red vehicles pointing in four cardinal directions outside. Then they passed red dressed gangstalkers between the vehicles, as well as running other colored ones by.
And there is getting to be a whole lot more "vehicle squatting", where the driver is sitting in the vehicle at length, and "just happens" to be exiting when I am getting proximate, < 12'. There had to be at least a dozen of this stunt today, possibly more. Another variation is to have the gangstalkers sitting in a parked vehicle, and as I approach, they depart, but don't join the traffic lane, but drive through more empty parking stalls and stop in further stall. I have never seen anyone do this until all this harassment started up, but this has to be one of the silliest dumbshit vehicular gangstalking moves going. The driver doesn't bother with any kind of cover story as a rule, and stays sitting in the vehicle after moving it a short distance, say 40' on average.
And the perps pulled some kind of major floaty feeling on me while at the floor exercise room earlier. I was so light headed I was wondering if I was going to be able to continue standing or seeing anything. The fuckers have pulled this stunt in the past, but usually not in public, and not for the duration of 10 seconds or so. This is another blatant mind-fuck game, and I am getting fucking tired of these assholes playing pretend while they are fucking the shit out of my life. They could finish their nonconsensual experimentation in a week if they came out of the closet, rather than jerking me around for over five years scripted to the nanosecond.
2040h
More perp fuckery; they zapped me in the foot and then stage managed a "reaction" moving my leg up vertically so it slammed into this keyboard tray. One's own reactions are not allowed, so blanketing is the scrutiny and imposed conditions.
There is an empty lot with an abandoned yellow school bus in the view from my balcony. Normally this would not be allowed in a city as it could become a shelter for the supposed homeless. But the perp's don't stop for city ordinances when they are on a mission. I noticed that it was moved some 20' north from its first location under the tree. I can only assume that the perps are up to yellow testing me in their depraved agenda. They have augmented their vehicular gangstalking with more yellow school buses, and ensure there is a compound filled with them on the bus route I usually take.
As to how it moved 20' north overnight is real simple; they can make objects and people materialize and dematerialize near instantly, and this is what they appeared to have done. My carpet is also moving about an inch a day, and this is nothing new. Sometimes the perps will bring in a front organization to do the work, but often they make whatever changes they want at anytime, all remotely.
I am getting the post-exercise vision impairment fuckery again, and this has been ongoing since I got back from strength training. I have a suspicion that the perps are cooking me (aka irradiating me) with extra energy to get me charged up as soon as possible. It is my experience that physical activity causes these energies to dissipate, and they want to compensate for my yoga and strength training today. When I was hiking until June 2006, when I had to give my car away, the perps would crank on the irradiation afterward which came with vision impairments. The next day, they didn't need to do this anymore. There is other suggestions (e.g. banning swimming, road running) that they don't want me to get much exercise. It would seem that the 30 minutes walk each way, and the humphing of weights and aerobic exercise is getting too much for the perps to deal with and they may curtail it sometime soon. Not my problem, so why am I getting fucked over for it?
The perps are already reducing my treadmill running after four weeks, twice per week; they won't let me do more than three minutes of actual running before they apply some kind of "fatigue" sensation, and then it is back to a warmdown walking pace.
I see that the perps have cranked up my Yahoo inbox counter by one; now it has 5 messages that I cannot find anywhere. They did the same thing on my phone; it displays some 12 messages when there are none unanswered, and when the moved it up to 13 I thought I had a message. Not so as it turned out, they just wanted to fuck with the message counter. This sabotage of counters of inboxes and phone messages is too juvenile for me to comprehend why a billion dollar per year operation has to fuck with something so trivial.
2220h
I am getting the knee-torqing torture again, and past readers will know how much I like that; as in not. I am still getting vision impaired, and this is very exasperating as it has nothing to do with me, but everything to do with the perp's depravities and keeping them going.
I also treated to the real sirens of a four vehicle fire department call out when walking back from the recreation center this afternoon. The fire department's truck had already participated in a vehicular gangstalking only 10 minutes earlier, and after I walked by the fire department, and when walking past a blue dressed ambulatory gangstalker, the fuckers put on their extremely loud sirens and headed for their call out destination. Given that the fire department routinely puts their yellow and white vehicles into the vehicular gangstalking action, I was not surprised. I was walking past a lead-ahead ambulatory gangstalker who put on two "just stand there" moves while ahead of me, and when I finally caught up with her and this dumbshit behavior, the sirens started.
And there has been at least five "just stand there" ambulatory gangstalkers today, and it is continuing to be used more often. One woman was seated on the curb at an intersection, "just sitting there". Another big event for the fuckers was having seven ambulatory gangstalkers within 20' of me mailing a letter at a post box. I have never seen so many adults parading around on a weekday morning, and they all "needed" to be proximate to the post box when I "happened" by. It is getting plain absurd, all these fuckers either out of a job on a weekday, or else having a job that entails criminal harassment of gangstalking.
And more red color baiting while I was walking back to my place. The lead-ahead gangstalker in those absurd Tilley hats was packing a blue pack with some red straps. He was at least 120' ahead, and eventually I caught up to him to see that he was on red color duty. Then I walked past him, he having the typical perp directed open mouth, and then was held up at the traffic control so this fucker then caught up with me. This is another case of these weirds making long distance treks in town when it is extremely uncommon.
And the cyclists continue to do strange things; in this city there are bountiful cycling lane, so what do they do with their bicycles? They either ride them on the sidewalk proximate to me, or else they walk them. I have never seen so many walked bicycles before until this harassment started, but this too is getting absurd.
Enough of my rantings over all things strange, and uniformly so, and time to blog off, even if I haven't reviewed the above in the detail that I should, as the perps can fuck my spelling anytime they want, another 2006 "discovery" they made in fucking me over last year. And the thankless assholes are still at it, in all its juvenility (as per above rantings), and the basics like spreading brown crumbs about.
What is with the perps to organize operatives to rush at the elevator door when it arrives on their floor, and I have not got out? The door isn't even completely open and they are attempting to get in while I need to get out. There were two of these fuckers in two separtate outings, and this has happened before at other buildings with elevators. It started at this apartment block today. And I was allowed to say something relevant today, telling the fucker I wanted out first. In the latter instance it was Negro Dude #2, and earlier it was the skinhead faux cable installer giving me the stare while he was at the door when it was opening. It is fucking nuts that there is an orchestrated rudeness that suddenly comes on. I suspect the real reason is that the perps cannot get these fuckers in close enough, and they concoct this elevator rushing idiocy as a "rationale". Fucking insane.
The Asians were doing the identical move at the last apartment block, and then the perps moved on to geriatrics rushing the elevator before I got out. Fucking bizzare to say the least.
The Negro Dude #1 has been in the lobby twice in the past two days, jawing with a "pal", and in the same setup where I am obliged to walk between them as that is the only route to the elevators. Given that there is no reason to loiter in the lobby, it is simply amazing how all these "discussions" erupt in my presence.
1845h
I did yoga and strength training today; the perps still won't let me run for more than three or four minutes, even if they have me covered up the asshole.
And there was undeniable plasma games going on in the floor exercise room where there is a mirrored wall. There were at least 10 half second exposures of my profile in yellow, and they started from some 6' away and moved progressively closer, and once on each side. Then there were some back and forth plasma between me and the coordinator, again, a yellowish plasma beam. She is pregnant, and given the number of women that are in this condition while ambulatory gangstalking me, there must be some kind of bonus for them. And I am sure that the rest of the class could see the plasma beams flipping around, but as always, they pretended otherwise.
I could also see the faint plasma cloud that surrounds me while looking in the mirror of the floor exercise room. I had a darker shirt on, and it was reduced in tone owing to the whitish plasma that it emanating from me all the time now. There were not as many maser or point sources of light popping off me today.
Another "pretend otherwise" event is that I have a differing voice; within a week, or even within a day, and yet no one mentions anything. For the most part, this is about the most benign of the perps intrusions, and I don't get fussed about this one.
There was plenty of plasma beams flitting about the room in yoga as well; at one point the perps put a 2'x2' half second of red plasma immediately in front of me, over the carpet area and not my mat. Another stunt was to have outside parked vehicles in their usual color alignment, and have the sun "reflect" off the vehicle, with the very strong lightbeam "happening" to nail me in the face. Invariably there is someone between the beam source and me, and in this case it was the instructor who is always easy on the eye. The beam was projected on either side of her head, as well as being exactly behind her for a spell. Also, there were plenty of beam interuptions scheduled with vehicles passing by.
There were the usual 600 to 1000 vehicles coursing by me in color or vehicle type coordinated clusters while I was walking to or from the recreation center, 30 minutes in each direction. The red colored vehicles are still playing big, as are the silver greys, greys, whites and black colored vehicles. At the gym and viewable from the treadmill I was running on, the perps had four parked red vehicles pointing in four cardinal directions outside. Then they passed red dressed gangstalkers between the vehicles, as well as running other colored ones by.
And there is getting to be a whole lot more "vehicle squatting", where the driver is sitting in the vehicle at length, and "just happens" to be exiting when I am getting proximate, < 12'. There had to be at least a dozen of this stunt today, possibly more. Another variation is to have the gangstalkers sitting in a parked vehicle, and as I approach, they depart, but don't join the traffic lane, but drive through more empty parking stalls and stop in further stall. I have never seen anyone do this until all this harassment started up, but this has to be one of the silliest dumbshit vehicular gangstalking moves going. The driver doesn't bother with any kind of cover story as a rule, and stays sitting in the vehicle after moving it a short distance, say 40' on average.
And the perps pulled some kind of major floaty feeling on me while at the floor exercise room earlier. I was so light headed I was wondering if I was going to be able to continue standing or seeing anything. The fuckers have pulled this stunt in the past, but usually not in public, and not for the duration of 10 seconds or so. This is another blatant mind-fuck game, and I am getting fucking tired of these assholes playing pretend while they are fucking the shit out of my life. They could finish their nonconsensual experimentation in a week if they came out of the closet, rather than jerking me around for over five years scripted to the nanosecond.
2040h
More perp fuckery; they zapped me in the foot and then stage managed a "reaction" moving my leg up vertically so it slammed into this keyboard tray. One's own reactions are not allowed, so blanketing is the scrutiny and imposed conditions.
There is an empty lot with an abandoned yellow school bus in the view from my balcony. Normally this would not be allowed in a city as it could become a shelter for the supposed homeless. But the perp's don't stop for city ordinances when they are on a mission. I noticed that it was moved some 20' north from its first location under the tree. I can only assume that the perps are up to yellow testing me in their depraved agenda. They have augmented their vehicular gangstalking with more yellow school buses, and ensure there is a compound filled with them on the bus route I usually take.
As to how it moved 20' north overnight is real simple; they can make objects and people materialize and dematerialize near instantly, and this is what they appeared to have done. My carpet is also moving about an inch a day, and this is nothing new. Sometimes the perps will bring in a front organization to do the work, but often they make whatever changes they want at anytime, all remotely.
I am getting the post-exercise vision impairment fuckery again, and this has been ongoing since I got back from strength training. I have a suspicion that the perps are cooking me (aka irradiating me) with extra energy to get me charged up as soon as possible. It is my experience that physical activity causes these energies to dissipate, and they want to compensate for my yoga and strength training today. When I was hiking until June 2006, when I had to give my car away, the perps would crank on the irradiation afterward which came with vision impairments. The next day, they didn't need to do this anymore. There is other suggestions (e.g. banning swimming, road running) that they don't want me to get much exercise. It would seem that the 30 minutes walk each way, and the humphing of weights and aerobic exercise is getting too much for the perps to deal with and they may curtail it sometime soon. Not my problem, so why am I getting fucked over for it?
The perps are already reducing my treadmill running after four weeks, twice per week; they won't let me do more than three minutes of actual running before they apply some kind of "fatigue" sensation, and then it is back to a warmdown walking pace.
I see that the perps have cranked up my Yahoo inbox counter by one; now it has 5 messages that I cannot find anywhere. They did the same thing on my phone; it displays some 12 messages when there are none unanswered, and when the moved it up to 13 I thought I had a message. Not so as it turned out, they just wanted to fuck with the message counter. This sabotage of counters of inboxes and phone messages is too juvenile for me to comprehend why a billion dollar per year operation has to fuck with something so trivial.
2220h
I am getting the knee-torqing torture again, and past readers will know how much I like that; as in not. I am still getting vision impaired, and this is very exasperating as it has nothing to do with me, but everything to do with the perp's depravities and keeping them going.
I also treated to the real sirens of a four vehicle fire department call out when walking back from the recreation center this afternoon. The fire department's truck had already participated in a vehicular gangstalking only 10 minutes earlier, and after I walked by the fire department, and when walking past a blue dressed ambulatory gangstalker, the fuckers put on their extremely loud sirens and headed for their call out destination. Given that the fire department routinely puts their yellow and white vehicles into the vehicular gangstalking action, I was not surprised. I was walking past a lead-ahead ambulatory gangstalker who put on two "just stand there" moves while ahead of me, and when I finally caught up with her and this dumbshit behavior, the sirens started.
And there has been at least five "just stand there" ambulatory gangstalkers today, and it is continuing to be used more often. One woman was seated on the curb at an intersection, "just sitting there". Another big event for the fuckers was having seven ambulatory gangstalkers within 20' of me mailing a letter at a post box. I have never seen so many adults parading around on a weekday morning, and they all "needed" to be proximate to the post box when I "happened" by. It is getting plain absurd, all these fuckers either out of a job on a weekday, or else having a job that entails criminal harassment of gangstalking.
And more red color baiting while I was walking back to my place. The lead-ahead gangstalker in those absurd Tilley hats was packing a blue pack with some red straps. He was at least 120' ahead, and eventually I caught up to him to see that he was on red color duty. Then I walked past him, he having the typical perp directed open mouth, and then was held up at the traffic control so this fucker then caught up with me. This is another case of these weirds making long distance treks in town when it is extremely uncommon.
And the cyclists continue to do strange things; in this city there are bountiful cycling lane, so what do they do with their bicycles? They either ride them on the sidewalk proximate to me, or else they walk them. I have never seen so many walked bicycles before until this harassment started, but this too is getting absurd.
Enough of my rantings over all things strange, and uniformly so, and time to blog off, even if I haven't reviewed the above in the detail that I should, as the perps can fuck my spelling anytime they want, another 2006 "discovery" they made in fucking me over last year. And the thankless assholes are still at it, in all its juvenility (as per above rantings), and the basics like spreading brown crumbs about.
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