1505h
The hit and miss of online ordering now extends into kitchenware; yesterday's parcel was unwrapped and the five items duly cleaned. The essential items were the two pot lids, ones that fit the two pots I bought new in spring 2009, and really haven't put to use, save the saucepan twice. And all was well; the pot lids do look nice, glass with a metal handle, and fit the 8" and 10.375" (26 cm) like they were originals. I only mention this as yet another facet on the perps' long term plans; having me get two copper bottomed pots on sale in spring 2009 with a nice discount, to make it $24 each before sales taxes. But no lids though, even for the saucepan, which is absurd, but that was the best model there if I didn't get into the multi-hundred dollar sets. I have yet to understand why I even bought them as my cooking abitions were minimal then, and still are. But it does go to show the amount of planning they do, as in having me get lids for them some 8 months later. No doubt another 8 months will pass by before I attempt some consistent use with them.
I ended up adding three items to the order to make it over the free shipping threshold, and that is where the sillyness began. An oversized barbeque spatula in stainless steel has a blade that is the same length as the frypan's diameter. And the handle is one and a half scale, which puts the food at some distance from one's hand when using it as I found today. The 7" skimmer is huge compared to what I was expecting, and the 6" mesh strainer is one of those "what was this for" items. The latter two a much bigger than what I expected, and in all likelihood, even with reviewing the stated dimensions with a tape measure in hand, I come away wondering if these kitchenware items weren't for giants. I have noticed in the past that the perps like to play games with scale, arranging small vehicles leading a cluster of gangstalking vehicles, and then slowly building up to monster pickup size. So I see this kitchenware utensil order as yet another example of the ongoing abusive insanity that I am subject to, albeit much moderated and less injurious. The major jerkaround is financial; if these items piss me off enough I will toss them and search for something much more like what I was looking for in the first place.
The third day in succession of get-up times after 1000h this morning, as it pisses me off that my morning is essentially shot before I get up. I haven't been using the alarm clock due to its noise and the coordination of other nightime (manufactured) noise with the clock noise. Which is their way of saying for me to use the clock again. I suppose that will have to be. I noticed that my mother rested her arm over where the clock was two days ago when she ended up here because the intercom isn't working.
1350h
The enforced low light levels have already begun; the dinge as I call it, making this apartment extra dark in the afternoon. It started at 1450h and was apparent after I exited the bathroom, which is the usual pattern for bringing on the dinge; force me out of the room, decrease the light levels and have me adjust to the imposition when coming back out. I have been through this dumbshit stunt at least 15x, and with low light levels at this time of year, this is when they indulge in this the most.
1905h
The clunking and thumping has started up as I read other TI's blogs, and then continued for celbrity sites, one of my minor diversions. This while the earmuffs are on.
Earlier at a mid-afternoon lunch I got screwed again by an imposed "forget" to take the turkey meat from the freezer. This is Christmas leftovers, and only six days before I got screwed over this same thing, and utilizing the canned refried beans as a substitute. No doubt they wanted me to eat something from a BPA lined tin can, as I rarely eat canned foods, and don't expect a BPA coating inside. Today, I shaved the frozen turkey meat so I could get it to thaw in mind-cooking on the stovetop and then under the broil elements. This utilization of frozen foods is very rare in my case, which demonstrates that anyone can be fucked out their more primative and common sense instincts. Just to do the simplest of things can become the biggest hassle. It is not enough to eat the same food day in and day out for seven years, it now has to be disrupted and jerked with. (Actually, the base may vary from guacamole, olive tapenade of varying kinds and pesto sauces, all ready to eat formulations).
I had major ambitions to get outside today and get cuphooks to hang up my new kitchen utensils but that got sucked out of me this morning and it has been a shut-in day for the very special event of using a stainless steel bladed spatula for the first time ever. (Twice today- big stuff). The assholes had been keeping me on the flexible teflon spatula since 2001, and for some reason they want to now minmize my use of this implement with an oversized stainless steel model. I haven't figured out which is more preferred for perp fuckery games, metals or plastics. They took out my new network router that had a metal case and had me order a plastic case one instead that has lasted some six years. They stole or trashed any of my woven metallic cloths I had, especially the anti-EMF ones. They have me hepped up to get a stainless steel wallet, but it seems to be a long term thing and that it could be just a covet exercise that they like to put me through. What is the TI consensus out there; do the perps prefer one to have metal objects or plastic ones where they can be substituted for each other?
The lowdown from the perps is that the ingestion of plastics creates big problems as they behave differently from the macro molecular level to the quantum level. And this inconsistent elecromagnetic and other energetic inconsistencies plays total havoc with them attempting their remote assays and control on us TI schmucks. They also claim to have purged much of my endemic and ubiquious pollutants, "cleaning me up", that not only course around my circulation system, but those that are deposited in my brain, the central site of their 55 year long research project (me). Ask me if I care about their technical achievements, and even in my sleep I will say that I don't give a shit, I want to be left alone, and don't want to be sabotaged in any way, shape or form (read, cognitively, extra-conventional gravitic fuckery, or other).
One will, or at least I will, see hordes of gangstalking Fuckwits out there toting plastic bags, vinyl covered binders, driving PVC pipe around, driving fiberglass stringered ladders, hauling their clean and plastic covered drycleaning TO the drycleaners, and other plastic (BPA's) and rubber objects just to keep the show going. And too, the old carpets and couches which are likely coated wtih PBDE's (polybrominated diphenyl ethers) as flame retardants. Well so what; you assholes could of figured out this bullshit in months instead of over 7.5 years and counting, and you fuckers are still taking the long route. I don't know if past perp ineptitude is any more forgivable than the First Feral Family handing me over to you assholes, but just let be said both are unavenged.
I tried to do some Oracle database studying today and I got dithered in my reading, it wasn't making any sense. This is my most important initiative since 10-2009, with the technical challenge now greater, and still the assholes lay on the cognitive sabotage. I am not allowed to read what I want for as long as I want or even to the depth of comprehension that I want. Everytime and place, no matter the associative importance.
And I see that a Tea Festival is on for the weekend, the next two days. I get roundly gangstalked by the First Feral Family games when drinking tea in their presence, so I would not be surprised that the sickos are sponsoring a Tea Festival for all the wonderful shills and operatives they have embedded in this sick town. No, I won't be going to a massive gangstalking event, even if I need a new stainless steel basket for my Bodum pot instead of the clattering nylon one. Here we go again, metal or plastic.
2200h
A screaming rage show for 10 minutes as the assholes wouldn't let me run a movie on this PC for the first time. Straight out of the sicko's book; fuck any new event if it has a likelhood of being repeated. Windows Media Player wouldn't display (was installed), the entire suite of applications froze up and hung, then some games with an ersatz collage of panels of three software applications was created (look, see what we can do), and then a dialog box hung, and after screaming at them to effect the commands, it dropped out leaving a small 2' square patch of green grass from the desktop when all the rest of the display was white, and so this insane bullshit goes; odd juxtapositions of differing display portions in a mash-up collage for me to see for whatever the fucking reason is. I was so pissed I shut the PC down, which was likely in the script beacause as I was doing it they reminded me that I wanted to put the Linux CD in before shutdown (so it was ready for boot up in the drive). So this fucking PC can boot up fast enough to prevent me from getting a disc in the DVD drive in time, and then has a total slow down when Windows is visible and should be launching the applications that I requested instead of getting sabotaged. Pointless, needless, insane and gratuitous abuse, I am so fucking fed up. This Core i7 920 D0 CPU is now a total dog and my three year old PC was faster. (And it got amazingly faster when I put it in its own case and gave it to my mother). Why in the fuck cannot I be left alone instead of this continuously managed stream of arranged adversity? Even my keystrokes are routinely sabotage. And after reading that, I get a three siren cascade with extra variations, heard through the earmuffs.
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Friday, January 29, 2010
Monday, December 07, 2009
A Monday of Cold Temperature
2200h
A relatively slack day, but not free from abusive fuckery to get me rage-ified by any means. This is a return to the full-on Monday abuse earlier in the year when staying at the First Feral Family home overnight Sunday (arriving there in the afternoon), and then undertaking various tasks while there Monday morning. The plan was to do a four-way compost amalgamation; the chopped leaves, the loose leaves, the stalled compost in the compost bin and the everything else pile (pulled plants, flower pot dumpings etc.). But as there is an Arctic front over the Pacific Northwest and into the Prairies, it wasn't the best idea. So.. in the prearranged and scripted life I lead, I was doing driving duty for my mother to a few local stores and then onto another suburban mall from where I took the bus into downtown Victoria, where I live. Anytime I accompany quislings of the First Feral Family is always a big gangstalking show, vehicular and ambulatory, and this was no exception. Feeding Day at the Trough of Covert Abuse Operations, all in the name of mind control research and whatever else the assholes are riding me for, though seeming to be hugely important given that they haven't come out of the closet for over 7.5 years.
And it was so cold, (ahemm, the putative rationale), that the store staff were wearing toques and black fleece gloves for crissakes, not unlike me as well. Call it parallel clothing emulation, but I am sure there is much more to it than that. And I did get my freakshow on the city bus again, and they are putting on many more male shiftless Fuckwits with no apparent day job but to wear gradations of brown hued clothing, and as the coup de gras, only three stops short of getting off, a (brown skinned) Asian male next to me and a woman on the opposite side sat down at the same time on either side of me in the wider bench seat facing the aisle. I don't normally sit where the geriatrics and handicapped types sit, but as there was over 30 Fuckwits on the bus at 1130h, there wasn't much availible seating. As the Unfavored crowd went the bus ride wasn't too freakish; no skinheaded males and no negroes, something they have been heavy on for the last two weeks. Mondays are often a change up in gangstalker themes for a week or so, so perhaps they will put this on for the rest of the week.
It looks like the cold spell will run until Friday, with some hint of snow for Saturday and Sunday. One cannot take the weather forecasts as accurate as they like me to be faked out as much as not knowing. It is rare that they have me know the forecast and then have actually know it was accurate. These Arctic fronts that chill down the Pacific coast aren't unusual, there is usually one or two per winter, so I won't ascribe any perp manipulation to this event, though they do like to impose temperature variations to aid in their remotely applied energetics surveillance methods. I routinely get the hot and cold supermarket items placed around me at the checkout; gangstalkers ahead and behind with frozen and hot cooked food items is very common.
But I did get some extra-stupid checkout action today after getting off the bus and before returning to my apartment. The items were rung through, and lo, if the cashier's computer didn't freeze up and I couldn't pay, the problem first assigned to my debit card but that wasn't the case. And so, the cashier took me to another checkout, she packing the bag, and then taking it all out and re-scanning it into another bag. As part of the cash register shutdown there were a few phone calls she made to see if she could get help as well as logged into the new checkout. Anyhow, regular readers will be familiar with the perps' ongoing insane and unrelenting interest level in all financial transactions, be they debit cards at checkouts, mailed checks, ATM transactions, exchange of cash (recieved or given), and even the lowly coin trays of the washer and dryer on this floor. When they first went overt in 2002, the gangstalker dudes would suddenly arrive at the checkout and then turn their backs toward me and pretend to be engaged in shopping. It was a bizarre as it was consistent, and often an additional posse was in place before I went to the checkout. All this time it has been no different, just less blatant, and usually with Favored demographic group members (blonde and/or attractive females as one example), and now they are inserting more (Unfavored) dudes at the checkouts again, usually freakish weirds and adding more Unfavored clothing colors (browns, reds, yellows). All that elapsed time of abuse and they still haven't made it back to where they started at, likely a blitz in an attempt for quick achievement gains which didn't materialize. (The putative reason, as imparted by the perps, and sustained by their antics and props, is that they cannot remotely detect my energetic signature due to ubiquitous envornomental pollutants in me (like anyone else), that behave unpredictably at the quantum scale compared to the macro scale. To date, these are said (by them) to be PFOA's (teflon manufacturing compounds), PDBE's (fire retardants in carpets and furniture), glycols, PVC's (polyvinylchlorides), Polypropylene, bisphenol A (BPA), phthalates, DHMO (Dihydrogen Monoxide), urethane, phenols, PFOS and others. No doubt many of them were introduced into industrial production if my read on the depth and breadth of their machinations is approximately correct).
Another item of gangstalker clothing that is getting more attention these days is black leather jackets; at one of the stores I went to with my mother this morning, the shirt and tie dude was in a black leather jacket doing his encirclement of me with the store proprietor, also doing brown bag lugging. I get the black leather jacket brigade with me on the bus, and even for me to see through the open rear door from my seat when the bus has stopped. I don't know what the significance is from the perp's past (possible) traumatization games during the recall deletion years of 1956-60, but leather tanning involves a number of metal salts and it may present a more energetic surface from which to remotely detect energetic interactions with the victim.
One oddity in the realm of the vehicular gangstalking parade was parking a stump grinder next to me in traffic; an exposed circular blade of some 18" and with large projecting teeth, on an arm that can be swung in a horizontal arc. I often get tree and brush chippers being arranged around me, so this stump grinder was a variant on this regular theme that has persisted from the get-go in 2002.
Enough rambling on old themes, and time to call this one done for the day.
A relatively slack day, but not free from abusive fuckery to get me rage-ified by any means. This is a return to the full-on Monday abuse earlier in the year when staying at the First Feral Family home overnight Sunday (arriving there in the afternoon), and then undertaking various tasks while there Monday morning. The plan was to do a four-way compost amalgamation; the chopped leaves, the loose leaves, the stalled compost in the compost bin and the everything else pile (pulled plants, flower pot dumpings etc.). But as there is an Arctic front over the Pacific Northwest and into the Prairies, it wasn't the best idea. So.. in the prearranged and scripted life I lead, I was doing driving duty for my mother to a few local stores and then onto another suburban mall from where I took the bus into downtown Victoria, where I live. Anytime I accompany quislings of the First Feral Family is always a big gangstalking show, vehicular and ambulatory, and this was no exception. Feeding Day at the Trough of Covert Abuse Operations, all in the name of mind control research and whatever else the assholes are riding me for, though seeming to be hugely important given that they haven't come out of the closet for over 7.5 years.
And it was so cold, (ahemm, the putative rationale), that the store staff were wearing toques and black fleece gloves for crissakes, not unlike me as well. Call it parallel clothing emulation, but I am sure there is much more to it than that. And I did get my freakshow on the city bus again, and they are putting on many more male shiftless Fuckwits with no apparent day job but to wear gradations of brown hued clothing, and as the coup de gras, only three stops short of getting off, a (brown skinned) Asian male next to me and a woman on the opposite side sat down at the same time on either side of me in the wider bench seat facing the aisle. I don't normally sit where the geriatrics and handicapped types sit, but as there was over 30 Fuckwits on the bus at 1130h, there wasn't much availible seating. As the Unfavored crowd went the bus ride wasn't too freakish; no skinheaded males and no negroes, something they have been heavy on for the last two weeks. Mondays are often a change up in gangstalker themes for a week or so, so perhaps they will put this on for the rest of the week.
It looks like the cold spell will run until Friday, with some hint of snow for Saturday and Sunday. One cannot take the weather forecasts as accurate as they like me to be faked out as much as not knowing. It is rare that they have me know the forecast and then have actually know it was accurate. These Arctic fronts that chill down the Pacific coast aren't unusual, there is usually one or two per winter, so I won't ascribe any perp manipulation to this event, though they do like to impose temperature variations to aid in their remotely applied energetics surveillance methods. I routinely get the hot and cold supermarket items placed around me at the checkout; gangstalkers ahead and behind with frozen and hot cooked food items is very common.
But I did get some extra-stupid checkout action today after getting off the bus and before returning to my apartment. The items were rung through, and lo, if the cashier's computer didn't freeze up and I couldn't pay, the problem first assigned to my debit card but that wasn't the case. And so, the cashier took me to another checkout, she packing the bag, and then taking it all out and re-scanning it into another bag. As part of the cash register shutdown there were a few phone calls she made to see if she could get help as well as logged into the new checkout. Anyhow, regular readers will be familiar with the perps' ongoing insane and unrelenting interest level in all financial transactions, be they debit cards at checkouts, mailed checks, ATM transactions, exchange of cash (recieved or given), and even the lowly coin trays of the washer and dryer on this floor. When they first went overt in 2002, the gangstalker dudes would suddenly arrive at the checkout and then turn their backs toward me and pretend to be engaged in shopping. It was a bizarre as it was consistent, and often an additional posse was in place before I went to the checkout. All this time it has been no different, just less blatant, and usually with Favored demographic group members (blonde and/or attractive females as one example), and now they are inserting more (Unfavored) dudes at the checkouts again, usually freakish weirds and adding more Unfavored clothing colors (browns, reds, yellows). All that elapsed time of abuse and they still haven't made it back to where they started at, likely a blitz in an attempt for quick achievement gains which didn't materialize. (The putative reason, as imparted by the perps, and sustained by their antics and props, is that they cannot remotely detect my energetic signature due to ubiquitous envornomental pollutants in me (like anyone else), that behave unpredictably at the quantum scale compared to the macro scale. To date, these are said (by them) to be PFOA's (teflon manufacturing compounds), PDBE's (fire retardants in carpets and furniture), glycols, PVC's (polyvinylchlorides), Polypropylene, bisphenol A (BPA), phthalates, DHMO (Dihydrogen Monoxide), urethane, phenols, PFOS and others. No doubt many of them were introduced into industrial production if my read on the depth and breadth of their machinations is approximately correct).
Another item of gangstalker clothing that is getting more attention these days is black leather jackets; at one of the stores I went to with my mother this morning, the shirt and tie dude was in a black leather jacket doing his encirclement of me with the store proprietor, also doing brown bag lugging. I get the black leather jacket brigade with me on the bus, and even for me to see through the open rear door from my seat when the bus has stopped. I don't know what the significance is from the perp's past (possible) traumatization games during the recall deletion years of 1956-60, but leather tanning involves a number of metal salts and it may present a more energetic surface from which to remotely detect energetic interactions with the victim.
One oddity in the realm of the vehicular gangstalking parade was parking a stump grinder next to me in traffic; an exposed circular blade of some 18" and with large projecting teeth, on an arm that can be swung in a horizontal arc. I often get tree and brush chippers being arranged around me, so this stump grinder was a variant on this regular theme that has persisted from the get-go in 2002.
Enough rambling on old themes, and time to call this one done for the day.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Dreams of Being Awake
1445h
A disrupted sleep last night, ending with dreams of being awake when I was asleep. Confused?. Me too, except to say that it was a blend, as sometimes I was awake so to be availible to hear some noises that were arranged. Then, they pulled another stunt, having me "forget" their extended erection games, after a week's hiatus when doing this nearly every night over the past five years. I surely did remember, as soon as they let me, this regular feature of a light REM sleep before waking up. I am sure they also do this when I am in a deep sleep too, as deep sleep to light sleep mapping (noise, repeat themes, and erections) is of importance to them. Anyhow, I was glad my sleep was over, though I suspect they have a more elaborate name for sleep, as the perps have been known to run me for three days without any and without feeling tired. As before, I never had such disrupted sleep until the assholes went overt on me in 04-2002.
A Thursday, and a yoga day, and more improvements to my strength and capability were evident. No one but me knew that doing the plank was such a battle with muscle control to resist my own weight and hold the position. The more I worked on it, the better I got, but the exercise (2x/week) and yoga class (1x/week) weren't consistent enough for me to become proficient. As mentioned in previous postings of the last two months, I suddenly became very proficient at it, and it wasn't nearly the struggle it always had been. And today, I was positively revelling in being able to do the plank, even 2" off the mat and holding it there. I had not taxed my limits, and wanted more. So.... if no one else but me knew how much of a struggle certain exercises are, how did I end up so improved (with minimal exercise) to be so muscularly proficient (i.e., no problem, able for much more)? This would not be the first time that unexpected physical changes have become permanent, but it represents one of the most intrinsic (arm, abdomen and back muscles) that has changed, and as far as I knew, I thought the rest of the world was more exercised than me, hence their relative ease of proficiency. Now, it seems that I had a strength adverse physicality/musculature all through my life, and the assholes who created the problem also knew about it, and seemed to have now fixed some of it. Other improvements over the past six years have been a new walking gait, removal of my sway back, also straightening out my spine and neck, and looking 10 years younger. And the latest additional "improvement", albeit after maintaining me as overweight, has been for me to be at least 5 lb. lighter, evident in narrower legs, less of a gut and smaller chest. I reduced my lunch and dinner intake by half since 2007, and now it's effect has finally been allowed to change my physique. More like, someone keeps me at a certain weight and look no matter how much or little I eat.
I have a whole host of links and me bantering about them, so I can clean out my saved bookmarks, and satisfy the perps' abidding need for me to put links in this blog. Dilbert's Creator's Struggle to Regain His Voice; the interesting story of Scott Adams and his struggle with what is called spasmodic dysphonia. It has all the hallmarks of perp created speech impairments as they constantly impair my speech and change what I intend to say into something a little different (but not a lot different like in the case of spasmodic dysphonia). The interesting thing is that there seems to be a neural connection in the basal ganglia that has gone awry;
Another broad hint of perps doings is this piece; Simple Tea Creates Nano Gold Particles. Not quite; adding gold salts with the tea causes a unknown nano-reaction with phytochemicals where nano gold particles precipitate with no known byproducts. I don't (knowingly) have gold salts with my tea, just water and the infused tea leaves, but as the perps find tea making and drinking to be so fascinating, there must be some uncontrolled nano-level phyto-reactions going on that they cannot yet figure out. They even put on a tea festival earlier this year. Interesting, and it would seem that this is another research objective they have laid on me.
A science link, and a defacto admission of an energetic ether, just not called dark matter in this case; Antimatter Positrons Explain Gamma Ray Mystery In Milky Way Galaxy. The scientists have shown (not proven) that the gamma ray bursts in the Milky Way are the result of an electron and a slowed antimatter positron interaction, but it isn't a "dark matter" that is causing this. Well excuse me, but if we have high speed positrons everwhere in the galaxy, might this be the energetic ether and not the dark matter? Just asking, as I know next to squat about cosmological physics, but I do find it interesting that a round of door slamming (noisestalking) started up as I write this, heard through my earmuffs even. I have long given up why the theoretical physicists haven't taken on the energetic ether "problem", but I do recall my high school chemistry teacher disparaging the notion of the ether (as presented in the textbook we were using) and looking highly conflicted at the same time. Another time in the class, when someone was asking about how radioactive particles "decide" to decay, the same chemistry teacher also looked rather conflicted. It was his body posture in part, as well as his eyes going a little more buggy. I suppose the perps could of had me on high alert at the time and planted the meme to remember this for decades later, as one example of this insane jerkaround having its roots going a long way back.
Healthy Citizens.org; I haven't figured all this content out yet and where the author, Richard Perlman, is taking this, but this is a goldmine of links about government human experimentation, some of it nonconsensual, e.g. MKULTRA, Gulf War Syndrome. I wonder if the author knows of the Indian Lake Project, photographic proof of military personnel testing children. At first I thought this was THE Richard Perlman of the Pres. Bush cabinet and architect of the Iraq war/occupation disaster, but it isn't. The author has expended much effort in researching human experimentation on account of his own dire symptoms, as well as seeming entrenched adversity as to who he could engage as a lawyer and doctor. Almost TI-like in terms of the hidden agenda and constraints. For you neuro-researchers, he has extensive information on the vagus nerve and how it might be the seat of consciousness, and a complex neuro-network in its own right. Also of interest is the author's explorations into Chinese medicine and its study of energetics transfer between nerves, especially along meridians. Much grist for the enlightened TI at this link.
A Child Disappears Under Mysterious Circumstances, The Dirk Schiller Case. Scroll down as the first page has an excess of white space. A 3.5 year old boy just disappears in the snow and was immediately behind his older sister at the time. The Stasi have an hand in this, showing up about the investigation about a misssing child. It is akin to the CIA showing up for a missing child case in the USA. Rather odd, especially when the police put incorrect information in the file and waited until the snow (and footprints) were gone before going to take pictures of the crime scene. "Perhaps the only logical explanation for the disappearance of the small boy who never left any trace, whose body was never found and... the only logical explanation for the mysterious circumstances – are those two fontanels in Dirk’s skull. Children who are born with fontanels (soft spots on the skull that have the shape and size of a dollar coin) are extremely rare – and a baby that was reported by the pediatrician as having such a rare peculiarity of nature would have made an extremely interesting research object for the ambitious East German medical research facilities who were so eager to keep up with the latest Western medical findings." It would be nothing for the sickos to teleport someone into a vehicle with an amnesiac administration to calm the child. This is one of those mysteries that TI's have a particularly different take, especially when there is a rare condition that allows a realtime skull bypass to directly (and remotely) view the neural state. Who knows, perhaps the perps/sickos whose public face is the Stasi in this case, created the fontanel condition in the first place and see themselves re-claiming one of their subjects for their own. And all the more interesting that the aggrieved mother, Mrs. Schiller, was subjected to organized stalking later in the case in W. Germany no less. Hmm, what does that tell TI's?
EPA Conspired with DuPont to Allow Teflon Chemicals in Drinking Water. You read that headline correctly, the EPA likes their subjects to take in PFOA's (perfluorooctanoic acid) through the drinking water as well as by airborne methods. And isn't it interesting the perps are constantly hounding me with teflon compounds such as Goretex, and set me up with all manner of PFOA stories like this one? As they have told me countless times, the ingestion of these various pollutants creates havoc at the submolecular/quantum level for remote sensing neural and all other bodily processes. Not my fucking problem, so why do I have these Goretex wearing Fuckwits around me all the time? In other words, the perps fucked up royally in allowing their victims to ingest these substances and so the only remedy is to have MORE subjects with these substances coursing through them in an attempt to determine all states of submolecular variability. Go figure as to how a covert agency with no limits to their capabilities could fuck this one up so bad, and since the 1930's no less when teflon compounds went into industrial production. All us TI's bear this cross on account of some insane fuckup who didn't figure this one out in advance. And what does one TI allude to on the forums, "we must be patient"? Patience my ass; we must be virulent that we are in these experiments for decades longer than needed because a Supreme Fuckwit allowed the remotely sensed results determination to be confounded by pollutants, of which PFOA is one of at least ten by my count. And we must find out who this Fuckwit is and apply appropriate measures in return.
On the macabre front, the perps are still doing brown color testing on subjects (brown in this case) and having them expire in brown substances other than shit. This man died in a vat of chocolate, seemingly getting whacked on the head on the way in. All my own interpretation of course, but having spent the past seven years wrangling with a covert agency over all things colored brown, including my brown garments getting accelerated wear, and a 3x/day chocolate "addiction" of never-before proportions, I am profoundly cynical as to what is really going on in the world. This story fits the pattern is all I will say.
2030h
Back from the part time car dealership cleaning job tonight, only one more week to go before the gig is done. The boss man is plying me with plenty of tales about other cleaning jobs, part time, full time, supervisory and on and on. I think we have been here before on this topic (to no avail).
2215h
Getting late for me and now running into some heavy typo sabotage.
A disrupted sleep last night, ending with dreams of being awake when I was asleep. Confused?. Me too, except to say that it was a blend, as sometimes I was awake so to be availible to hear some noises that were arranged. Then, they pulled another stunt, having me "forget" their extended erection games, after a week's hiatus when doing this nearly every night over the past five years. I surely did remember, as soon as they let me, this regular feature of a light REM sleep before waking up. I am sure they also do this when I am in a deep sleep too, as deep sleep to light sleep mapping (noise, repeat themes, and erections) is of importance to them. Anyhow, I was glad my sleep was over, though I suspect they have a more elaborate name for sleep, as the perps have been known to run me for three days without any and without feeling tired. As before, I never had such disrupted sleep until the assholes went overt on me in 04-2002.
A Thursday, and a yoga day, and more improvements to my strength and capability were evident. No one but me knew that doing the plank was such a battle with muscle control to resist my own weight and hold the position. The more I worked on it, the better I got, but the exercise (2x/week) and yoga class (1x/week) weren't consistent enough for me to become proficient. As mentioned in previous postings of the last two months, I suddenly became very proficient at it, and it wasn't nearly the struggle it always had been. And today, I was positively revelling in being able to do the plank, even 2" off the mat and holding it there. I had not taxed my limits, and wanted more. So.... if no one else but me knew how much of a struggle certain exercises are, how did I end up so improved (with minimal exercise) to be so muscularly proficient (i.e., no problem, able for much more)? This would not be the first time that unexpected physical changes have become permanent, but it represents one of the most intrinsic (arm, abdomen and back muscles) that has changed, and as far as I knew, I thought the rest of the world was more exercised than me, hence their relative ease of proficiency. Now, it seems that I had a strength adverse physicality/musculature all through my life, and the assholes who created the problem also knew about it, and seemed to have now fixed some of it. Other improvements over the past six years have been a new walking gait, removal of my sway back, also straightening out my spine and neck, and looking 10 years younger. And the latest additional "improvement", albeit after maintaining me as overweight, has been for me to be at least 5 lb. lighter, evident in narrower legs, less of a gut and smaller chest. I reduced my lunch and dinner intake by half since 2007, and now it's effect has finally been allowed to change my physique. More like, someone keeps me at a certain weight and look no matter how much or little I eat.
I have a whole host of links and me bantering about them, so I can clean out my saved bookmarks, and satisfy the perps' abidding need for me to put links in this blog. Dilbert's Creator's Struggle to Regain His Voice; the interesting story of Scott Adams and his struggle with what is called spasmodic dysphonia. It has all the hallmarks of perp created speech impairments as they constantly impair my speech and change what I intend to say into something a little different (but not a lot different like in the case of spasmodic dysphonia). The interesting thing is that there seems to be a neural connection in the basal ganglia that has gone awry;
"When you have spasmodic dysphonia, you're in voice jail," says Robert Bastian, a otolaryngologist who's been working with SD patients for more than 20 years.
The problem is widely believed to begin in the basal ganglia, the part of the brain that controls motor function. For reasons still unknown, the conversation between the brain and the vocal folds becomes garbled, causing the folds to either involuntarily clamp down (adductor spasmodic dysphonia, which Adams has) or open up (abductor spasmodic dysphonia, which is even more rare). It's now thought that some people are genetically disposed to the disorder, though nobody knows how or why it's initially triggered.
All I am saying here is that this condition would be of vital interest to the perps; I have no way of knowing if they were the instignators of this condition, but it would be of extreme interest as they constantly want to separate the meaning of what is said from the very words that give the meaning. Anyhow, I am glad he is better, near cured it seems. An interesting read if nothing else.Another broad hint of perps doings is this piece; Simple Tea Creates Nano Gold Particles. Not quite; adding gold salts with the tea causes a unknown nano-reaction with phytochemicals where nano gold particles precipitate with no known byproducts. I don't (knowingly) have gold salts with my tea, just water and the infused tea leaves, but as the perps find tea making and drinking to be so fascinating, there must be some uncontrolled nano-level phyto-reactions going on that they cannot yet figure out. They even put on a tea festival earlier this year. Interesting, and it would seem that this is another research objective they have laid on me.
A science link, and a defacto admission of an energetic ether, just not called dark matter in this case; Antimatter Positrons Explain Gamma Ray Mystery In Milky Way Galaxy. The scientists have shown (not proven) that the gamma ray bursts in the Milky Way are the result of an electron and a slowed antimatter positron interaction, but it isn't a "dark matter" that is causing this. Well excuse me, but if we have high speed positrons everwhere in the galaxy, might this be the energetic ether and not the dark matter? Just asking, as I know next to squat about cosmological physics, but I do find it interesting that a round of door slamming (noisestalking) started up as I write this, heard through my earmuffs even. I have long given up why the theoretical physicists haven't taken on the energetic ether "problem", but I do recall my high school chemistry teacher disparaging the notion of the ether (as presented in the textbook we were using) and looking highly conflicted at the same time. Another time in the class, when someone was asking about how radioactive particles "decide" to decay, the same chemistry teacher also looked rather conflicted. It was his body posture in part, as well as his eyes going a little more buggy. I suppose the perps could of had me on high alert at the time and planted the meme to remember this for decades later, as one example of this insane jerkaround having its roots going a long way back.
Healthy Citizens.org; I haven't figured all this content out yet and where the author, Richard Perlman, is taking this, but this is a goldmine of links about government human experimentation, some of it nonconsensual, e.g. MKULTRA, Gulf War Syndrome. I wonder if the author knows of the Indian Lake Project, photographic proof of military personnel testing children. At first I thought this was THE Richard Perlman of the Pres. Bush cabinet and architect of the Iraq war/occupation disaster, but it isn't. The author has expended much effort in researching human experimentation on account of his own dire symptoms, as well as seeming entrenched adversity as to who he could engage as a lawyer and doctor. Almost TI-like in terms of the hidden agenda and constraints. For you neuro-researchers, he has extensive information on the vagus nerve and how it might be the seat of consciousness, and a complex neuro-network in its own right. Also of interest is the author's explorations into Chinese medicine and its study of energetics transfer between nerves, especially along meridians. Much grist for the enlightened TI at this link.
A Child Disappears Under Mysterious Circumstances, The Dirk Schiller Case. Scroll down as the first page has an excess of white space. A 3.5 year old boy just disappears in the snow and was immediately behind his older sister at the time. The Stasi have an hand in this, showing up about the investigation about a misssing child. It is akin to the CIA showing up for a missing child case in the USA. Rather odd, especially when the police put incorrect information in the file and waited until the snow (and footprints) were gone before going to take pictures of the crime scene. "Perhaps the only logical explanation for the disappearance of the small boy who never left any trace, whose body was never found and... the only logical explanation for the mysterious circumstances – are those two fontanels in Dirk’s skull. Children who are born with fontanels (soft spots on the skull that have the shape and size of a dollar coin) are extremely rare – and a baby that was reported by the pediatrician as having such a rare peculiarity of nature would have made an extremely interesting research object for the ambitious East German medical research facilities who were so eager to keep up with the latest Western medical findings." It would be nothing for the sickos to teleport someone into a vehicle with an amnesiac administration to calm the child. This is one of those mysteries that TI's have a particularly different take, especially when there is a rare condition that allows a realtime skull bypass to directly (and remotely) view the neural state. Who knows, perhaps the perps/sickos whose public face is the Stasi in this case, created the fontanel condition in the first place and see themselves re-claiming one of their subjects for their own. And all the more interesting that the aggrieved mother, Mrs. Schiller, was subjected to organized stalking later in the case in W. Germany no less. Hmm, what does that tell TI's?
EPA Conspired with DuPont to Allow Teflon Chemicals in Drinking Water. You read that headline correctly, the EPA likes their subjects to take in PFOA's (perfluorooctanoic acid) through the drinking water as well as by airborne methods. And isn't it interesting the perps are constantly hounding me with teflon compounds such as Goretex, and set me up with all manner of PFOA stories like this one? As they have told me countless times, the ingestion of these various pollutants creates havoc at the submolecular/quantum level for remote sensing neural and all other bodily processes. Not my fucking problem, so why do I have these Goretex wearing Fuckwits around me all the time? In other words, the perps fucked up royally in allowing their victims to ingest these substances and so the only remedy is to have MORE subjects with these substances coursing through them in an attempt to determine all states of submolecular variability. Go figure as to how a covert agency with no limits to their capabilities could fuck this one up so bad, and since the 1930's no less when teflon compounds went into industrial production. All us TI's bear this cross on account of some insane fuckup who didn't figure this one out in advance. And what does one TI allude to on the forums, "we must be patient"? Patience my ass; we must be virulent that we are in these experiments for decades longer than needed because a Supreme Fuckwit allowed the remotely sensed results determination to be confounded by pollutants, of which PFOA is one of at least ten by my count. And we must find out who this Fuckwit is and apply appropriate measures in return.
On the macabre front, the perps are still doing brown color testing on subjects (brown in this case) and having them expire in brown substances other than shit. This man died in a vat of chocolate, seemingly getting whacked on the head on the way in. All my own interpretation of course, but having spent the past seven years wrangling with a covert agency over all things colored brown, including my brown garments getting accelerated wear, and a 3x/day chocolate "addiction" of never-before proportions, I am profoundly cynical as to what is really going on in the world. This story fits the pattern is all I will say.
2030h
Back from the part time car dealership cleaning job tonight, only one more week to go before the gig is done. The boss man is plying me with plenty of tales about other cleaning jobs, part time, full time, supervisory and on and on. I think we have been here before on this topic (to no avail).
2215h
Getting late for me and now running into some heavy typo sabotage.
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Tearing On Perforations is Not Allowed
1535h
It is a very wet day outside, and has been so all my waking hours. I headed to yoga for 1130h and lo, it had been cancelled without notice. The coordinator of yoga has everyone's phone number and chooses not to phone me when she had once begun this practice of informing us. Last year at Christmans and New Year, she closed down yoga for three weeks straight without notice, or even posting any advance closures of the class. All to have me turn around and set back in the pouring rain, and as it happened, N. bound on the E. side of the street, S. bound on the W. side. My gangstalker contingent was out in force, as were the color coordinated vehicles, both parked and mobile. And they put on a tire delivery at the tire shop I passed to yoga. One palette load of tires was "delivered" on my right side, and another palette load was on the street at the delivery truck ramp on my left side, awaiting to be towed across my path behind me. Both were wrapped in a shrink wrap like plastic, and I suppose this was important too. Both substances, tire rubber and plastic film, of are intense research interest to the perps. The problem they seem to have is that I, like anyone else, has ingested some of these substances as pollutants which interferes with the determination of their energetic interaction externally, say, in the presence of a large quantity such as a palette load. Judging from today's tire delivery ploy, I suspect the Fuckwits are at least two years from figuring out how these two pollutants interact with one's internal body chemistry and bio-energetics.
And if that wasn't exciting enough, the "Thems" have decided I am not allowed to tear paper on the perforated lines; e.g. paper towels, toilet paper, stamps, corners of my diary, etc. They began the toilet paper perforation tear dithering in 2003, but have increased this campaign of late. They also have messed with the cardboard chocolate wrappers so that the cardboard sleeve now has to be torn to open up the packaging. Talk about being anal retentive, I think that is a defining prank that says the most about the mindset who devote effort to these games with the God-like power they have. Might a better title for this blog posting be; Deranged Juvie Fuckwits Play God with Victim's Life for 6 Years and Won't Get Help? I tell them to get help all the time, but no doubt that is also a planted theme, as is the topic of mental illness is of interest to the Fuckwits as well. Enough said.
And so it is a special noise day today; the freeway like vehicular noise outside (in reality, a secondary two lane artery with traffic control at each block), has the swishing sound of wet tires on pavement, and it seems to be amplified from the average ambient level. As usual, if I go to the window and look out and begin challenging the Fuckwits as to what vehicle made what noise, the entire noisescape quickly fades away, and is replaced by a realistic noise that has actual causal events from the normally slow vehicle passage.
I finally spoke with the recruiter from yesterday who told be about a GIS Forester job in Calgary, Alberta. I told him at the time that there wasn't many forests in southern Alberta, and the location seemed odd, and to send me the posting in any event. He also told me this was a private confidential posting. As it "so happened", the job was in Manitoba, at least 1,000 miles away, and it was publically posted. I told him that he had got the job location wrong altogether and he didn't seem too concerned. That is, it was OK for him to look like a total fucking idiot. I got the "on hold" thing again, as nearly all my phone calls have this "happen", and by way of a few TI's in the past as well. I can only assume it is part of the graduated introduction the Fuckwits like to plan for me; emails, phone chase, more phone voicemail chase, speak directly on the phone and then eventually meet in person. Add another stooge, and repeat for as long as it takes to find some intrinsic energetics (psychic energy?) associated with the stooge du jour that are replicative from all the past stooges. Keep repeating until done, now six years of running abuse, as if I hadn't enough by their shils and quislings before. Now a siren cascade erupts.
I also notice that the perps had the yellow and white colored firetruck out for a cruise-by when I was walking back from the cancelled yoga class today. There was no emergency, just the dude-cruise again. In the past, they have had a Fuckwit from the fire truck come into the grocery store, do some shopping, and set it up to have the pseudo-fireman get a call to then "cause" him to abandon his shopping and run across the street to the waiting firetruck. Since when do the Fuckwit Firemen do their grocery shopping from the city fire truck? More plain silliness, arranged for some unknown purpose, likely for running a yellow colored large mass object past me in a vehicular gangstalking role.
And I see that I have become persona non grata on the job finding circuit. Even more in-town forestry related laboring jobs, interesting ones even, were posted and yet they don't phone me, a Professional Forester on leave of absence status. I don't get it, but this town has always been strange to find work, and lo, if I didn't find myself being persecuted by remotely applied harassment and scripted events set up for me to then provide clarity as to why this city is so employment impoverished, or at least, from my perspective.
It is to rain tomorrow, so I am sure that it will be another shut-in like day which often follows First Feral Family interaction days. As I helped my brother rake leaves yesterday, it seems they want me contained to study me some more, especially while yelling at them over the typo sabotage and attempting to read the keys in a strange darkening lighting situation.
2310h
Some reading tonight; the Doctor Within is worth a look, though TI's may not include themselves in his nutrition demographics as it seems that there is plenty of external manipulation of one's digestion processes, and likely too, metabolic processes. It is interesting material all the same, and will be helpful if we are freed from this mendacious imposition.
Time to call this one done, and ponder what relief from dulldom I will get tomorrow.
And for Rachael O., I have a comment reply to yours of the 11-05-2008 blog posting, and an earlier one about dietary advice, 11-01-2008 posting. The Doctor Within link (above) is very much about your positive suggestions. Thanks for the comments.
It is a very wet day outside, and has been so all my waking hours. I headed to yoga for 1130h and lo, it had been cancelled without notice. The coordinator of yoga has everyone's phone number and chooses not to phone me when she had once begun this practice of informing us. Last year at Christmans and New Year, she closed down yoga for three weeks straight without notice, or even posting any advance closures of the class. All to have me turn around and set back in the pouring rain, and as it happened, N. bound on the E. side of the street, S. bound on the W. side. My gangstalker contingent was out in force, as were the color coordinated vehicles, both parked and mobile. And they put on a tire delivery at the tire shop I passed to yoga. One palette load of tires was "delivered" on my right side, and another palette load was on the street at the delivery truck ramp on my left side, awaiting to be towed across my path behind me. Both were wrapped in a shrink wrap like plastic, and I suppose this was important too. Both substances, tire rubber and plastic film, of are intense research interest to the perps. The problem they seem to have is that I, like anyone else, has ingested some of these substances as pollutants which interferes with the determination of their energetic interaction externally, say, in the presence of a large quantity such as a palette load. Judging from today's tire delivery ploy, I suspect the Fuckwits are at least two years from figuring out how these two pollutants interact with one's internal body chemistry and bio-energetics.
And if that wasn't exciting enough, the "Thems" have decided I am not allowed to tear paper on the perforated lines; e.g. paper towels, toilet paper, stamps, corners of my diary, etc. They began the toilet paper perforation tear dithering in 2003, but have increased this campaign of late. They also have messed with the cardboard chocolate wrappers so that the cardboard sleeve now has to be torn to open up the packaging. Talk about being anal retentive, I think that is a defining prank that says the most about the mindset who devote effort to these games with the God-like power they have. Might a better title for this blog posting be; Deranged Juvie Fuckwits Play God with Victim's Life for 6 Years and Won't Get Help? I tell them to get help all the time, but no doubt that is also a planted theme, as is the topic of mental illness is of interest to the Fuckwits as well. Enough said.
And so it is a special noise day today; the freeway like vehicular noise outside (in reality, a secondary two lane artery with traffic control at each block), has the swishing sound of wet tires on pavement, and it seems to be amplified from the average ambient level. As usual, if I go to the window and look out and begin challenging the Fuckwits as to what vehicle made what noise, the entire noisescape quickly fades away, and is replaced by a realistic noise that has actual causal events from the normally slow vehicle passage.
I finally spoke with the recruiter from yesterday who told be about a GIS Forester job in Calgary, Alberta. I told him at the time that there wasn't many forests in southern Alberta, and the location seemed odd, and to send me the posting in any event. He also told me this was a private confidential posting. As it "so happened", the job was in Manitoba, at least 1,000 miles away, and it was publically posted. I told him that he had got the job location wrong altogether and he didn't seem too concerned. That is, it was OK for him to look like a total fucking idiot. I got the "on hold" thing again, as nearly all my phone calls have this "happen", and by way of a few TI's in the past as well. I can only assume it is part of the graduated introduction the Fuckwits like to plan for me; emails, phone chase, more phone voicemail chase, speak directly on the phone and then eventually meet in person. Add another stooge, and repeat for as long as it takes to find some intrinsic energetics (psychic energy?) associated with the stooge du jour that are replicative from all the past stooges. Keep repeating until done, now six years of running abuse, as if I hadn't enough by their shils and quislings before. Now a siren cascade erupts.
I also notice that the perps had the yellow and white colored firetruck out for a cruise-by when I was walking back from the cancelled yoga class today. There was no emergency, just the dude-cruise again. In the past, they have had a Fuckwit from the fire truck come into the grocery store, do some shopping, and set it up to have the pseudo-fireman get a call to then "cause" him to abandon his shopping and run across the street to the waiting firetruck. Since when do the Fuckwit Firemen do their grocery shopping from the city fire truck? More plain silliness, arranged for some unknown purpose, likely for running a yellow colored large mass object past me in a vehicular gangstalking role.
And I see that I have become persona non grata on the job finding circuit. Even more in-town forestry related laboring jobs, interesting ones even, were posted and yet they don't phone me, a Professional Forester on leave of absence status. I don't get it, but this town has always been strange to find work, and lo, if I didn't find myself being persecuted by remotely applied harassment and scripted events set up for me to then provide clarity as to why this city is so employment impoverished, or at least, from my perspective.
It is to rain tomorrow, so I am sure that it will be another shut-in like day which often follows First Feral Family interaction days. As I helped my brother rake leaves yesterday, it seems they want me contained to study me some more, especially while yelling at them over the typo sabotage and attempting to read the keys in a strange darkening lighting situation.
2310h
Some reading tonight; the Doctor Within is worth a look, though TI's may not include themselves in his nutrition demographics as it seems that there is plenty of external manipulation of one's digestion processes, and likely too, metabolic processes. It is interesting material all the same, and will be helpful if we are freed from this mendacious imposition.
Time to call this one done, and ponder what relief from dulldom I will get tomorrow.
And for Rachael O., I have a comment reply to yours of the 11-05-2008 blog posting, and an earlier one about dietary advice, 11-01-2008 posting. The Doctor Within link (above) is very much about your positive suggestions. Thanks for the comments.
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.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
On With the Rain
1320h
This is Thursday, where a rigorous spine flexing yoga session is at 1130h, and a later gym class at 1430h, the latter requiring a 30 minute walk each way. Regular readers will recall that I claim the weather in this region is constantly arranged, aka "engineered" to happen in concert with the ongoing harassment games that consume this city. In the past, there was typically a gentle graduated onset of rain, typically timed to when I would venture outside, in a vehicle or on foot. Today, there was a different arrangement, if one buys into the premise, which is detailed in the Essential Postings to the right. After being tailed for three blocks by the same two individuals, one in a black, white and brown camoflage jacket, and the other in a motorized wheelchair, they each split off, and within the minute a sudden deluge began, and kept up for the remainder of the next five minutes of walking to the yoga class location.
It is unusual for the perps to dedicate two gangstalkers together on my tail, and then have them get ahead in a lead-ahead gangstalking situation, but it was plainly obvious. I am one of the faster walkers in this town, and anyone who can walk as fast as I can for that distance, and even jumping ahead on a red trafflic light, is decidedly a rare animal. There were more sentries on duty today as I went to yoga; two, a block apart, one under a deep red foliated tree on "stand there" duty" and another fucker at an intersection with the ubiquitous cup of coffee in his hand, the ever important brown color reference material. I looked at the second dude as he was facing me as I walked across the intersetion on the crosswalk with the traffic light, and he was already looking at me and smiling for whatever reason. My usual mental classification scheme is to assign these types to the nut farm, though his apparel was incongruent with the usual street dwelling male. But as there has been so many of these "tests" of late, more often with a more plausible getup, this might of been an intended anomaly. As usual, there is a surfeit of wandering males everywhere I go, the weekday and apparently workless demographic, and they come in all stripes, shapes, apparel, countenance, build and other factors of the demographic groups the perps have defined and draw from.
Yoga was a rigorous workout, so much so that the perps laid on the Pseudosweats, wetting my face and shirt, when I am one of the most in-shape participants after the instructor. She was in a olive green shirt with a bright read one underneath, the latter shirt visible at her cleavage line in a 2" scoop across her front. It would seem that the perps were putting something desireable (cleavage) next to a color (undesireable by my preferences) and attempting to leverage the energetics of the latter to the former. It is about the best that I can explain it, and the perps routinely place a favored subject, demographic member or color next to an unfavored one.
It was no surprise to see at least three red coated gangstalkers on the way back from yoga to this apartment, and it would seen the perps were attempting to leverage whatever color related gains that they determined in yoga to the shills and operatives in red clothing.
The post-yoga walk is usually planted with a few military dressed gangstalkers doing shopping, coffee packing, smoking or some bullshit event that is totally unrelated to what they would normally be doing at that time. That is, they should be on their base, miles away, and not gangstalking members of the public on a residential street at the same time and day of the week. But today, no military gangstalkers, but instead some lookalikes; these were gangstalkers in all black clothing, emulating the lastmost used military uniform of last week. I have no idea as to what this is about, but it is an anomaly the perps are maintaining or even inculcating me with.
1730h
I am back from gym class; it was a training day on the free weights, originally starting as a one-on-one with the instructor, but suddenly developed into a demo session, me doing the exercise with everyone around me. Talk about a perfect gangstalking event. Fortuneately that did not last and I became a viewer like the rest of the class.
The rain continued when walking 30 minutes to the gym, and about halfway back. I wore my Patagonia Goretex jacket with a mid dusty blue fleece pullover underneath it. The perps's favorite game with the Patagonia jacket is to saturate me on the inside, pretending the Goretex doesn't work, and past the perspiration moisture through the fabric but keeping me dry. A big joke that, and I have never known a Goretex jacket to work properly, likely because of outside interference.
The theory as to why the perps had me dressed in Goretex, a teflon membrane, is that it appears that one of my internal pollutants that gives the perps trouble is PFOA (and here) which even occurs in polar bears. Having the hood up was some kind of test to determine the interaction of the garment at my head and that inside me. And furthermore, the quantum effects of these pollutants is masking the energetics of the brain regions that they are still studying. That is all speculative of course, and was likely fed to me by the perps themselves, as I would not of figured that out myself. Again, it isn't my problem so why am I being harassed over it?
Never an answer to that question no matter how many times per day I say it, and it is a common theme in answering their gratuitous fuckover games that go on all day long. The keystroke sabotage is one of hundreds of jerkarounds in any given day.
I had my usual 600 to 1,000 gangstalking mobile vehicles arranged by color and type and at least that many parked in ordered files and side by side arrangements. In one location there were three identical model year boxy Chrysler minivans parked side by side; a white, a light metallic blue and a deep metallic blue. All were parked facing outwards, typically something that does not happen. Next door, another parked side by side configuration of a silver-grey, a mid-grey, a black, a mid metallic blue and a final silver grey vehicle. No camera today, it is a managed "forget" item now.
I am getting more gangstalkers parked on my ass of late and I am getting extremely pissed about this. Last night I had someone hovering over me after the meeting had broken up and access to my jacket was blocked every which way, and then again today, gym class member, the fat fucker of indeterminante ethnic origin (brownish greenish skin color) was right beside me while I was demonstrating the free weights. He too, seems to be another case of parking the unfavored demographic member in my proximity in some kind of forced auric melding, akin to the above mentioned games of putting the unfavored objects, subjects or colors next to something that is favored.
I was allowed to have a near normal sleep last night; only a few awakenings to hear a muffled conversation, something I rarely hear anytime when awake, never mind at 0200 to 0400h. This is the first normal sleep in three days, as the last two were either a light REM sleep state or else I was kept awake. As always, I suffer no detrimental effects and am never tired from these remotely invoked sleeptime incursions.
1920h
twinges and jabs in my right toe, the same one where the nail has a continous brown streak on its left edge. It is as if a laser is burning me with its pinpoint precision.
2155h
I was repairing and attending to better organizing my Bookmark directories, the substantial "database" that it has become with the Mozilla browser. It is the place where I store all my websites of interest, and I wouldn't doubt that it has 50,000 URL's, most being movies, music, and books that I would like to view, listen to or read should I ever get out of purgatory, the one foisted upon me, aka criminal harassment and nonconsensual experimentation. A particular Bookmark directory on conspiracies, assassinations and like current events such as the 9-11 oddities was being reorganized. And lo, if the overhead pounding and excessively loud vehicle muffler noises didn't start up at the same time. And even a forced pee that I did not need to take. All over the likely past trail of the perps if they are as deeply embedded and pervasive as I suspect they are. With mind-control capabilities that clearly go back to the 1930's, they could of arranged anything in recent history. And when one sees the train of luckless "circumstances" that led to WWI, having read a recent book about it, the perps dark hand could go back much further in history. I have ruminated on this particular topic before, and it bears repeating; re-analyze the events of history, the seeming circumstantial re-direction of world events, and see how events took the course they did. Another historical event was the Gary Powers U-2 spyplane incident in 1960, and how it derailed Eisenhower's plans for meaningful detente with the USSR, and the peace dividend he was proposing. The event was called off, and we went deeper in the Cold War into the 1960's through to the present in a reduced form. As far as I can tell, there is no technical reason for that aircraft to drop out of the sky, as it was above the USSR's antiaircraft capabilities at that time. It was not shot down. Anyhow, I find it interesting that my ongoing monitoring and surveillance party makes is abundantly clear that I find the conspiratorial realm of interest.
11-16-2007
1245h
Another forced "forget" to post this last night, and it is "happening" more often, along with some other seemingly unrelated games. The increased agitation fuckover stunts have relaxed some, but the perps were still at it last night. They awoke me at about 0200 to 0500 to hear their overhead pounding and rumbling games with a simultaneous voice over that was lound enough to me outside my door or on my balcony. I am quite sure all the noises were generated from a remote location, as I am long familiar with projected sounds of no attributable cause being planted nearby. In fact, there is more of it of late; clickungs and poppings in my ears, increased "pillow noise", creaks from elsewhere in my apartment, as if from a wood framed building when this is a concrete and steel constructed building etc.
This is Thursday, where a rigorous spine flexing yoga session is at 1130h, and a later gym class at 1430h, the latter requiring a 30 minute walk each way. Regular readers will recall that I claim the weather in this region is constantly arranged, aka "engineered" to happen in concert with the ongoing harassment games that consume this city. In the past, there was typically a gentle graduated onset of rain, typically timed to when I would venture outside, in a vehicle or on foot. Today, there was a different arrangement, if one buys into the premise, which is detailed in the Essential Postings to the right. After being tailed for three blocks by the same two individuals, one in a black, white and brown camoflage jacket, and the other in a motorized wheelchair, they each split off, and within the minute a sudden deluge began, and kept up for the remainder of the next five minutes of walking to the yoga class location.
It is unusual for the perps to dedicate two gangstalkers together on my tail, and then have them get ahead in a lead-ahead gangstalking situation, but it was plainly obvious. I am one of the faster walkers in this town, and anyone who can walk as fast as I can for that distance, and even jumping ahead on a red trafflic light, is decidedly a rare animal. There were more sentries on duty today as I went to yoga; two, a block apart, one under a deep red foliated tree on "stand there" duty" and another fucker at an intersection with the ubiquitous cup of coffee in his hand, the ever important brown color reference material. I looked at the second dude as he was facing me as I walked across the intersetion on the crosswalk with the traffic light, and he was already looking at me and smiling for whatever reason. My usual mental classification scheme is to assign these types to the nut farm, though his apparel was incongruent with the usual street dwelling male. But as there has been so many of these "tests" of late, more often with a more plausible getup, this might of been an intended anomaly. As usual, there is a surfeit of wandering males everywhere I go, the weekday and apparently workless demographic, and they come in all stripes, shapes, apparel, countenance, build and other factors of the demographic groups the perps have defined and draw from.
Yoga was a rigorous workout, so much so that the perps laid on the Pseudosweats, wetting my face and shirt, when I am one of the most in-shape participants after the instructor. She was in a olive green shirt with a bright read one underneath, the latter shirt visible at her cleavage line in a 2" scoop across her front. It would seem that the perps were putting something desireable (cleavage) next to a color (undesireable by my preferences) and attempting to leverage the energetics of the latter to the former. It is about the best that I can explain it, and the perps routinely place a favored subject, demographic member or color next to an unfavored one.
It was no surprise to see at least three red coated gangstalkers on the way back from yoga to this apartment, and it would seen the perps were attempting to leverage whatever color related gains that they determined in yoga to the shills and operatives in red clothing.
The post-yoga walk is usually planted with a few military dressed gangstalkers doing shopping, coffee packing, smoking or some bullshit event that is totally unrelated to what they would normally be doing at that time. That is, they should be on their base, miles away, and not gangstalking members of the public on a residential street at the same time and day of the week. But today, no military gangstalkers, but instead some lookalikes; these were gangstalkers in all black clothing, emulating the lastmost used military uniform of last week. I have no idea as to what this is about, but it is an anomaly the perps are maintaining or even inculcating me with.
1730h
I am back from gym class; it was a training day on the free weights, originally starting as a one-on-one with the instructor, but suddenly developed into a demo session, me doing the exercise with everyone around me. Talk about a perfect gangstalking event. Fortuneately that did not last and I became a viewer like the rest of the class.
The rain continued when walking 30 minutes to the gym, and about halfway back. I wore my Patagonia Goretex jacket with a mid dusty blue fleece pullover underneath it. The perps's favorite game with the Patagonia jacket is to saturate me on the inside, pretending the Goretex doesn't work, and past the perspiration moisture through the fabric but keeping me dry. A big joke that, and I have never known a Goretex jacket to work properly, likely because of outside interference.
The theory as to why the perps had me dressed in Goretex, a teflon membrane, is that it appears that one of my internal pollutants that gives the perps trouble is PFOA (and here) which even occurs in polar bears. Having the hood up was some kind of test to determine the interaction of the garment at my head and that inside me. And furthermore, the quantum effects of these pollutants is masking the energetics of the brain regions that they are still studying. That is all speculative of course, and was likely fed to me by the perps themselves, as I would not of figured that out myself. Again, it isn't my problem so why am I being harassed over it?
Never an answer to that question no matter how many times per day I say it, and it is a common theme in answering their gratuitous fuckover games that go on all day long. The keystroke sabotage is one of hundreds of jerkarounds in any given day.
I had my usual 600 to 1,000 gangstalking mobile vehicles arranged by color and type and at least that many parked in ordered files and side by side arrangements. In one location there were three identical model year boxy Chrysler minivans parked side by side; a white, a light metallic blue and a deep metallic blue. All were parked facing outwards, typically something that does not happen. Next door, another parked side by side configuration of a silver-grey, a mid-grey, a black, a mid metallic blue and a final silver grey vehicle. No camera today, it is a managed "forget" item now.
I am getting more gangstalkers parked on my ass of late and I am getting extremely pissed about this. Last night I had someone hovering over me after the meeting had broken up and access to my jacket was blocked every which way, and then again today, gym class member, the fat fucker of indeterminante ethnic origin (brownish greenish skin color) was right beside me while I was demonstrating the free weights. He too, seems to be another case of parking the unfavored demographic member in my proximity in some kind of forced auric melding, akin to the above mentioned games of putting the unfavored objects, subjects or colors next to something that is favored.
I was allowed to have a near normal sleep last night; only a few awakenings to hear a muffled conversation, something I rarely hear anytime when awake, never mind at 0200 to 0400h. This is the first normal sleep in three days, as the last two were either a light REM sleep state or else I was kept awake. As always, I suffer no detrimental effects and am never tired from these remotely invoked sleeptime incursions.
1920h
twinges and jabs in my right toe, the same one where the nail has a continous brown streak on its left edge. It is as if a laser is burning me with its pinpoint precision.
2155h
I was repairing and attending to better organizing my Bookmark directories, the substantial "database" that it has become with the Mozilla browser. It is the place where I store all my websites of interest, and I wouldn't doubt that it has 50,000 URL's, most being movies, music, and books that I would like to view, listen to or read should I ever get out of purgatory, the one foisted upon me, aka criminal harassment and nonconsensual experimentation. A particular Bookmark directory on conspiracies, assassinations and like current events such as the 9-11 oddities was being reorganized. And lo, if the overhead pounding and excessively loud vehicle muffler noises didn't start up at the same time. And even a forced pee that I did not need to take. All over the likely past trail of the perps if they are as deeply embedded and pervasive as I suspect they are. With mind-control capabilities that clearly go back to the 1930's, they could of arranged anything in recent history. And when one sees the train of luckless "circumstances" that led to WWI, having read a recent book about it, the perps dark hand could go back much further in history. I have ruminated on this particular topic before, and it bears repeating; re-analyze the events of history, the seeming circumstantial re-direction of world events, and see how events took the course they did. Another historical event was the Gary Powers U-2 spyplane incident in 1960, and how it derailed Eisenhower's plans for meaningful detente with the USSR, and the peace dividend he was proposing. The event was called off, and we went deeper in the Cold War into the 1960's through to the present in a reduced form. As far as I can tell, there is no technical reason for that aircraft to drop out of the sky, as it was above the USSR's antiaircraft capabilities at that time. It was not shot down. Anyhow, I find it interesting that my ongoing monitoring and surveillance party makes is abundantly clear that I find the conspiratorial realm of interest.
11-16-2007
1245h
Another forced "forget" to post this last night, and it is "happening" more often, along with some other seemingly unrelated games. The increased agitation fuckover stunts have relaxed some, but the perps were still at it last night. They awoke me at about 0200 to 0500 to hear their overhead pounding and rumbling games with a simultaneous voice over that was lound enough to me outside my door or on my balcony. I am quite sure all the noises were generated from a remote location, as I am long familiar with projected sounds of no attributable cause being planted nearby. In fact, there is more of it of late; clickungs and poppings in my ears, increased "pillow noise", creaks from elsewhere in my apartment, as if from a wood framed building when this is a concrete and steel constructed building etc.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Winter is Nigh
1650h
I am warming up having had tea and chocolate, both substances of intense perp interest. They even broke off half of my parent's teapot lid, and are still dicking around as to what energetics changes drinking tea engenders. Not my problem, so why am I being harassed over it?
Only the noisestalking is an answer to that perennial question; overhead pounding, fake neighbor water usage, sirens, hallway door thudding etc. Not to mention momentary vision impairments that are increasing in frequency, and then my head movements that "counteract" them, which translates to another perp need to keep me moving about as scripted. Now the jaw popping and creaking noises start up, even if there is no sensation to go with it or any jaw movement impairment thankfully.
I have often pondered about the events of many of my work colleagues who were surely in on this harassment in the covert days. One has MS and now communicates by puffing or sucking on a straw that is monitored with a sensor, and another's wife had jaw surgery that caused her significant pain, multiple surgeries, intense discomfort and social stigma, and maybe a lawsuit too. From this, and many other storied events in the lives that I have come to know among all these cooperating quislings that were paid off in some way, I wonder if there isn't another higher level of the perp operations; a meta layer who may fuck with the very individuals who thought they were "just" helping and getting compensation for their assigned roles. It won't be something that I will ever expect to figure out, but it is not difficult to see a pattern among this group and note how it fits the perp's agenda, as I have come to know in all its facets.
But winter in coming on; it is cool today, and with the window open, the perps took to chilling down my fingers and making them a purplish color. They constantly manipulate my skin color in many locations, some of them private, and also interfere with one's perception of warmth. There is a wind warning, and a 90% chance of rain for the next five days, but nothing has come down yet.
I did the Chicken Run earlier before lunch; this is the acqusition of a hot cooked chicken from the nearby grocery store, and is a hallowed event for gangstalking and all the other feints that go on, even if the round trip is less than 10 minutes. I also was allowed to get the newspaper for a long read later, and as these were the only two items my shopping basket, I can only assume there was significant perp interest in how these two items interact energetically. newspapers appear to be a common prop among gangstalkers and shillls, as in the least it offers plenty of localized black and white referencing. As ususal, the perps won't let me turn the pages without a whole lot of hassle; they stick them together by some extra-conventional gravitic control, and I cannot get the pages to separate. As always, I never had this problem before the assholes went into overt harassment mode in 2002.
There is the ritual of getting back from the Chicken Run and once all the other groceries are put away, to then remove the chicken skin and any fat in preparation for eating slices from it for the next two weeks. And today, there was no choice; all the chicken out in the hot table at the grocery store were whole birds, none of the usual portions. This is most unusual, as typically it is the other way; all portions and few, or no whole birds. Anyhow, once the chicken has been de-fatted and skinned, I (read, mind-controlled me), eat some meat directly off the chicken without benefit of a sit-down meal or any other accompanying food. It is my take on this that the perps are still hard at work in figuring out the energetic interaction of steel utensils and implements are, and have much to study in having me eat using fingers only. It is not a big deal, and is the only time I eat standing up at the counter or without utensils.
All those years of eating pizza, and the assholes are still grinding me over their problems of remotely assaying the energetic interactions of foods, meat and metals. Surely with all the wars over hundred's of millenia, most without modern firepower, they have figured this out. But seemingly not, and instead, they wait until their chosen victims take in pollutants that are in the air and water, ones that even polar bears have in their bloodstream, to then make the job of remote (neural) energy assays all the more difficult. This then creates another round of intensified harassment, for which they have spent over five years on top of 47 years of covert harassment with cooperation of employers, schools, friends and family. That seems to be the scenario, especially going by all the pollution news stories that "pop up" on this topic in my intensely controlled and scripted universe. And it is supported by all the PVC pipe bearing trucks that "happen" to pass me by, the ambulatory "plastic bag men and women" bearing plastic shopping or garbage bags, and the "Goretex Guard", ambulatory gangstalkers wearing anoraks and like clothing which has an embedded teflon layer in it.
And I am getting extreme levels of plasma flashes on screen as I write this, so it is time to leave this entry, if not a rant, for later. And as I write this, I am getting more overhead pounding, this being the post-teatime digestion period, also of intense perp interest and machinations.
1740h
And so I have come to learn that the family dog I/we had, has come to a sad end, as it had to be euthanized owing to a severely debilitating liver conditon. He was 14 years old, and was with my ex and my daughter since 1999, though I did take him out hiking a few times in the past two years as per the script. In all things of perpland, they like to monitor me, and others, for their reactions to death, mayhem, disaster and destruction or other chaotic elements.
1945h
My dinner is done, and it was the usual low level harassment assault to keep me ranting about these incursions and the utter gutlessness of the assholes who script and otherwise perpetrate this upon me. Olive oil flicking played big tonight, same for the dishes water that would take laterals out of the sink and onto the adjacent counter and floor, the cheese was also taking laterals as it was being grated to fall directly down into the frypan, plus a few other stunts that I am not allowed to recall at this very moment. And of minor note, the perps kept me unaware of the time and I was at least an hour later in making dinner than normal. This might because of the dusk onset timing, the rain that has just arrived or whatever other variables they don't yet have control of in terms of energetic interactions. I also noted that the street parking was arranged before making dinner; alternating red, then white parked vehicles on either side of the street, but it was too dim to get a picture of. The fruit fly incursions were also started up, even with no fruit anywhere in my apartment, as were the forced farts, minor skin itching, extra loud vehicle muffler noise from outside, especially when the I was running the water into the sink when rinsing the dishes and so it goes. Just another instance of an outrageous invasion of every thought, action and deed, all at the dispensation of an agency that is collectively psychopathic and functions totally illegally every second of its existence. It boogles my mind, even after five years of intense exposure, as the magnitude of what they are attempting is beyond comprehension, (100% total mind control by remote means), and that is only the part that I can personally vouch for given my experiences to date.
2040h
The wind has started up, and that is an excuse for the perps to make howling noises around the windows, not to mention the breeze inside my apartment. The overhead poundings have also started up, and some kind of clunking has also been arranged to come from the hallway.
2210h
Always something new, especially on the noise front; the wind started up and now the perps have arranged a howl, more like a kazoo with a little vibrato in it, as their chosen noise that is supposed to be coming from the closed sliding glass door as the wind "somehow" passes through a gap. This fucks up my intended listening to music tonight, as I don't want that going on with the headphones on. And true to form, the window/wind howl starts up just when another noise is also being arranged; beepings, hallway clunking and now jabs in the ass as I sit here journalling,
And as part of tonight's games, I was treated to the above noise for an hour or so, then the perps forced me to take a crap, and then pulled a three-fer; plunging, shit flicking and then needing a shower to clean up, as they like to plaster more shit on my ass in the process. It seems, in the case of this latter harassment, that toilet paper is insufficient, the shit "somehow" stays there. And as I type this in I am getting supreme typo sabotage, so it is time to call this entry done.
Time for some relief and to place some pictures in this blog.
This is one of the brown cardboard packing operatives at work, taking a flattened box into the only high end stereo store in town. All perfectly camouflaged with the surrounding brick work. I usually get at least one box packing operative per outing. Another feint of the same kind is someone packing pizza boxes, even if there is no pizza source nearby.
The perps like boom trucks and jacks for the steel mass and whatever that conveys for them, and they also like to gain a height advantage. So, what better arrangement than to have a boom jack sitting extended for no seeming purpose, (no one in the platform) and to leave it in the same position when I returned an hour later. The dayglo traffic cones are probably legit, but they never give up an opportunity to use them.
This small 8 unit apartment building has a paved parking lot for a front yard, and is not very impressive by any other standard. It nearly always has one or more red colored vehicles in this ersatz parking lot, but this time the perps went all out and placed a charter bus across the front of this apartment block. Hilarious I thought, if it wasn't me being the subject of this blatant idiocy. Note the matching green foliage trim on the panels of the bus to that of the adjacent foliage; no coincidence that. And a little augmentive grafitti in the same color theme on the wall of the building.
Then onto my walk a little further; a gourmet to go business that I have stopped by in the past, but not anymore as I was always gangstalked up the asshole anytime I went in. But it nearly always has special vehicle colors and configurations as I go by, this one on the grey and blue color theme and all minivans save one pickup truck.
Then on my way back, this babe comes from nowhere to get in front of me, and lead-ahead gangstalk me. There was another gangstalker ahead of her, so the pair of them slowed up together, in file. That takes coordination. The turquoise bag slung over her shoulder was the near identical color of the woman's garment who was on lead-ahead gangstalking me after yoga class earlier in the day. And by dint of organized coincidence, the post-yoga gangstalker had a 3" wide vertical stripe on her black track pants. There is no way that the camera took in such a piss poor frame; the composition of the picture is getting sabotaged dynamically as the camera lens is such a wide angle. There are far too many pictures that I get where there is just sky and telephone wires where the camera was not aimed, which surely must be a perp imperative.
And the perps like to put on as many jaywalkers as they can. This is a four lane road with a center left turn lane, and miraculously the constant streams of traffic suddenly abate for this operative to get across the road reasonably safely, though they often time it tightly. Note that he has some white papers or garment; the ambulatory operatives are resorting to more props such as bringing out their disgusting kleenex and blowing their nose into it as they approach me.
Four silver grey vehicles in parked in file with a black one at the tail end (extreme right). Can we say random with a straight face anyone?
Next block, only three silver grey vehicles on the opposite side of the street, in file. But, two dark blue vehicles are arranged in file in front of the three silver grey vehicles. More arranged randomness it would seem. (And perhaps the meterhead in this picture was also arranged, see below).
And when back in my apartment, why I get tempted to take a last picture of the last block I walked with two similar red sedans parked in file at one of their very favorite locations if anyone has noticed a similarity with past photographs of this location. Note that the meterheads are still off; it has been like this for weeks, and I don't really know why this is except to offer a thought that the perps cannot tolerate their electromagnetic signature from this distance, some 200' from my balcony.
2320h
Time to call this day done, and listen to the ongoing faked howling that the perps have added into the mix, to no doubt serenade me into bed, and to sleep.
I am warming up having had tea and chocolate, both substances of intense perp interest. They even broke off half of my parent's teapot lid, and are still dicking around as to what energetics changes drinking tea engenders. Not my problem, so why am I being harassed over it?
Only the noisestalking is an answer to that perennial question; overhead pounding, fake neighbor water usage, sirens, hallway door thudding etc. Not to mention momentary vision impairments that are increasing in frequency, and then my head movements that "counteract" them, which translates to another perp need to keep me moving about as scripted. Now the jaw popping and creaking noises start up, even if there is no sensation to go with it or any jaw movement impairment thankfully.
I have often pondered about the events of many of my work colleagues who were surely in on this harassment in the covert days. One has MS and now communicates by puffing or sucking on a straw that is monitored with a sensor, and another's wife had jaw surgery that caused her significant pain, multiple surgeries, intense discomfort and social stigma, and maybe a lawsuit too. From this, and many other storied events in the lives that I have come to know among all these cooperating quislings that were paid off in some way, I wonder if there isn't another higher level of the perp operations; a meta layer who may fuck with the very individuals who thought they were "just" helping and getting compensation for their assigned roles. It won't be something that I will ever expect to figure out, but it is not difficult to see a pattern among this group and note how it fits the perp's agenda, as I have come to know in all its facets.
But winter in coming on; it is cool today, and with the window open, the perps took to chilling down my fingers and making them a purplish color. They constantly manipulate my skin color in many locations, some of them private, and also interfere with one's perception of warmth. There is a wind warning, and a 90% chance of rain for the next five days, but nothing has come down yet.
I did the Chicken Run earlier before lunch; this is the acqusition of a hot cooked chicken from the nearby grocery store, and is a hallowed event for gangstalking and all the other feints that go on, even if the round trip is less than 10 minutes. I also was allowed to get the newspaper for a long read later, and as these were the only two items my shopping basket, I can only assume there was significant perp interest in how these two items interact energetically. newspapers appear to be a common prop among gangstalkers and shillls, as in the least it offers plenty of localized black and white referencing. As ususal, the perps won't let me turn the pages without a whole lot of hassle; they stick them together by some extra-conventional gravitic control, and I cannot get the pages to separate. As always, I never had this problem before the assholes went into overt harassment mode in 2002.
There is the ritual of getting back from the Chicken Run and once all the other groceries are put away, to then remove the chicken skin and any fat in preparation for eating slices from it for the next two weeks. And today, there was no choice; all the chicken out in the hot table at the grocery store were whole birds, none of the usual portions. This is most unusual, as typically it is the other way; all portions and few, or no whole birds. Anyhow, once the chicken has been de-fatted and skinned, I (read, mind-controlled me), eat some meat directly off the chicken without benefit of a sit-down meal or any other accompanying food. It is my take on this that the perps are still hard at work in figuring out the energetic interaction of steel utensils and implements are, and have much to study in having me eat using fingers only. It is not a big deal, and is the only time I eat standing up at the counter or without utensils.
All those years of eating pizza, and the assholes are still grinding me over their problems of remotely assaying the energetic interactions of foods, meat and metals. Surely with all the wars over hundred's of millenia, most without modern firepower, they have figured this out. But seemingly not, and instead, they wait until their chosen victims take in pollutants that are in the air and water, ones that even polar bears have in their bloodstream, to then make the job of remote (neural) energy assays all the more difficult. This then creates another round of intensified harassment, for which they have spent over five years on top of 47 years of covert harassment with cooperation of employers, schools, friends and family. That seems to be the scenario, especially going by all the pollution news stories that "pop up" on this topic in my intensely controlled and scripted universe. And it is supported by all the PVC pipe bearing trucks that "happen" to pass me by, the ambulatory "plastic bag men and women" bearing plastic shopping or garbage bags, and the "Goretex Guard", ambulatory gangstalkers wearing anoraks and like clothing which has an embedded teflon layer in it.
And I am getting extreme levels of plasma flashes on screen as I write this, so it is time to leave this entry, if not a rant, for later. And as I write this, I am getting more overhead pounding, this being the post-teatime digestion period, also of intense perp interest and machinations.
1740h
And so I have come to learn that the family dog I/we had, has come to a sad end, as it had to be euthanized owing to a severely debilitating liver conditon. He was 14 years old, and was with my ex and my daughter since 1999, though I did take him out hiking a few times in the past two years as per the script. In all things of perpland, they like to monitor me, and others, for their reactions to death, mayhem, disaster and destruction or other chaotic elements.
1945h
My dinner is done, and it was the usual low level harassment assault to keep me ranting about these incursions and the utter gutlessness of the assholes who script and otherwise perpetrate this upon me. Olive oil flicking played big tonight, same for the dishes water that would take laterals out of the sink and onto the adjacent counter and floor, the cheese was also taking laterals as it was being grated to fall directly down into the frypan, plus a few other stunts that I am not allowed to recall at this very moment. And of minor note, the perps kept me unaware of the time and I was at least an hour later in making dinner than normal. This might because of the dusk onset timing, the rain that has just arrived or whatever other variables they don't yet have control of in terms of energetic interactions. I also noted that the street parking was arranged before making dinner; alternating red, then white parked vehicles on either side of the street, but it was too dim to get a picture of. The fruit fly incursions were also started up, even with no fruit anywhere in my apartment, as were the forced farts, minor skin itching, extra loud vehicle muffler noise from outside, especially when the I was running the water into the sink when rinsing the dishes and so it goes. Just another instance of an outrageous invasion of every thought, action and deed, all at the dispensation of an agency that is collectively psychopathic and functions totally illegally every second of its existence. It boogles my mind, even after five years of intense exposure, as the magnitude of what they are attempting is beyond comprehension, (100% total mind control by remote means), and that is only the part that I can personally vouch for given my experiences to date.
2040h
The wind has started up, and that is an excuse for the perps to make howling noises around the windows, not to mention the breeze inside my apartment. The overhead poundings have also started up, and some kind of clunking has also been arranged to come from the hallway.
2210h
Always something new, especially on the noise front; the wind started up and now the perps have arranged a howl, more like a kazoo with a little vibrato in it, as their chosen noise that is supposed to be coming from the closed sliding glass door as the wind "somehow" passes through a gap. This fucks up my intended listening to music tonight, as I don't want that going on with the headphones on. And true to form, the window/wind howl starts up just when another noise is also being arranged; beepings, hallway clunking and now jabs in the ass as I sit here journalling,
And as part of tonight's games, I was treated to the above noise for an hour or so, then the perps forced me to take a crap, and then pulled a three-fer; plunging, shit flicking and then needing a shower to clean up, as they like to plaster more shit on my ass in the process. It seems, in the case of this latter harassment, that toilet paper is insufficient, the shit "somehow" stays there. And as I type this in I am getting supreme typo sabotage, so it is time to call this entry done.
Time for some relief and to place some pictures in this blog.
This is one of the brown cardboard packing operatives at work, taking a flattened box into the only high end stereo store in town. All perfectly camouflaged with the surrounding brick work. I usually get at least one box packing operative per outing. Another feint of the same kind is someone packing pizza boxes, even if there is no pizza source nearby.
The perps like boom trucks and jacks for the steel mass and whatever that conveys for them, and they also like to gain a height advantage. So, what better arrangement than to have a boom jack sitting extended for no seeming purpose, (no one in the platform) and to leave it in the same position when I returned an hour later. The dayglo traffic cones are probably legit, but they never give up an opportunity to use them.
This small 8 unit apartment building has a paved parking lot for a front yard, and is not very impressive by any other standard. It nearly always has one or more red colored vehicles in this ersatz parking lot, but this time the perps went all out and placed a charter bus across the front of this apartment block. Hilarious I thought, if it wasn't me being the subject of this blatant idiocy. Note the matching green foliage trim on the panels of the bus to that of the adjacent foliage; no coincidence that. And a little augmentive grafitti in the same color theme on the wall of the building.
Then onto my walk a little further; a gourmet to go business that I have stopped by in the past, but not anymore as I was always gangstalked up the asshole anytime I went in. But it nearly always has special vehicle colors and configurations as I go by, this one on the grey and blue color theme and all minivans save one pickup truck.
Then on my way back, this babe comes from nowhere to get in front of me, and lead-ahead gangstalk me. There was another gangstalker ahead of her, so the pair of them slowed up together, in file. That takes coordination. The turquoise bag slung over her shoulder was the near identical color of the woman's garment who was on lead-ahead gangstalking me after yoga class earlier in the day. And by dint of organized coincidence, the post-yoga gangstalker had a 3" wide vertical stripe on her black track pants. There is no way that the camera took in such a piss poor frame; the composition of the picture is getting sabotaged dynamically as the camera lens is such a wide angle. There are far too many pictures that I get where there is just sky and telephone wires where the camera was not aimed, which surely must be a perp imperative.
And the perps like to put on as many jaywalkers as they can. This is a four lane road with a center left turn lane, and miraculously the constant streams of traffic suddenly abate for this operative to get across the road reasonably safely, though they often time it tightly. Note that he has some white papers or garment; the ambulatory operatives are resorting to more props such as bringing out their disgusting kleenex and blowing their nose into it as they approach me.
Four silver grey vehicles in parked in file with a black one at the tail end (extreme right). Can we say random with a straight face anyone?
Next block, only three silver grey vehicles on the opposite side of the street, in file. But, two dark blue vehicles are arranged in file in front of the three silver grey vehicles. More arranged randomness it would seem. (And perhaps the meterhead in this picture was also arranged, see below).
And when back in my apartment, why I get tempted to take a last picture of the last block I walked with two similar red sedans parked in file at one of their very favorite locations if anyone has noticed a similarity with past photographs of this location. Note that the meterheads are still off; it has been like this for weeks, and I don't really know why this is except to offer a thought that the perps cannot tolerate their electromagnetic signature from this distance, some 200' from my balcony.
2320h
Time to call this day done, and listen to the ongoing faked howling that the perps have added into the mix, to no doubt serenade me into bed, and to sleep.
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