06-20-2017
Everyone else late for work today, save the "Difficult Dick", the one who offered to throw me a pitchfork (for no reason), a few months back, plus two other like-minded stunts. Normally I avoid this person to work with, though there were prior friendly associations (lunchtime CD exchanges). So... as we are tucking the vines into the trellis wires, best done with in pairs, each person working a side, he was my obvious working partner. We started out for about 10 minutes, and all was OK, and chatted some along the way. Then the boss man came along and needed the "Difficult Dick" to do some perimeter spraying for weed control. The boss man substituted himself and became my tucking partner for most of the day. He of the constant shades (owing to sunlight sensitivity I have recently learned), and now sporting a warm toque on a hot day. All went OK.
At about 1430h the Difficult Dick came back, and was swapped in as my tucking partner for the remainder of the day. Again, no big deal. But what is it about swapping out personnel around me? Same as checkouts, which seems to feed the perps' need to gangstalk my ass with a new cashier just as it is my turn at the checkout.
06-21-2017
Summer Solstice today, and a ridiculous amount of vehicular gangstalking this morning. Nothing too weird or strange the rest of the day; just "regular" amounts (8/day) of aircraft, including a gyrocopter this morning. Another male co-worker swap event, this time the Difficult Dick was swapped out for the boss man for two hours; swap time was more like 4.5 hours yesterday. The Difficult Dick stank of something smokey this morning, so I assume it was a starter spliff before work, as he parks nearby some 30 min. early and sits in his vehicle to "enjoy nature". Then he comes to work some 20 min. before anyone else and goes through his obscure parking routine, where he parks well away from everyone else. (So maybe he can have his post-lunch spliff, which I have witnessed).
After two weeks of spinning my tires, I was finally allowed to phone LL about proton beam therapy for possible prostate cancer treatment. Don't ask me why when I want to get onto something important like this I get sandbagged into doing nothing. It would be roughly $86k for an uninsured patient, and 9 weeks of treatment. Big money (4x annual salary in $CAD) for a vineyard worker, especially with the Canadian dollar exchange rate being 1.40 or so. And still the perps flooded me all afternoon (after the phone call) with notions that LL is going to be part of my "future", read, harassment script. Like WTF; I cannot afford it in the least, so what is the deal? And why not X-ray therapy an hour's drive away at no cost? The perps have been beating on this LL proton beam therapy since 08-2016 when I first read about it, making me almost obsessed over something I simply cannot afford. The whole scenario is absurd, as it is planned.
On the planning end they screwed me out of my dopamine agonist medication in 2002, which in hindsight IMHO, then caused the prostate cancer in 2016. Because, as I learned last year, dopamine also operates like a hormone in the "peripheral" systems, (non Central Nervous System), including mediating the immune system. While attributing causal might seem like a stretch, especially over a 14 year interval, I am going to stick with it, and assign this as yet another clinical assault. I was doing the right thing in 2002 and as I see it, this fucking harassment now seems to be leading to this present state of prostate cancer. Other supporting clinical games include a colonoscopy 2 years ago, bone scans, CT scans, all needed for patient evaluation for proton beam therapy intake. Funny how that "happens". Am I also scripted to win the lotto to string this whole escapade out for more drama, or is it yet another futility exercise taken to more heightened inanity? The perps always have a plan, if nothing else. We shall see.
Tonight they had me researching the driving route to said LL facility on Google maps. Talk about adding inanity to futility, I just don't get why I am being put through these unrealistic scenarios that are financially out of reach.
06-22-2017
Another day of working in the vineyard, and perhaps for the second or third time this year, full-blown sunshine from beginning to end. These kinds of days should be a regularity from May onward, but haven't been. It wasn't too hot, 24C, so all was well weather wise. I got to work with the Difficult Dick again (ponytail and all), this time all day. He just had to change into a singlet top at morning break and show off his shoulder tattoo, to add to his Unfavored state for the day. He seemed amenable to conversing in the morning, and we even had some commonality over ADD symptomology, but he, in keeping with perp controlled conversation, seemed to not want to continue the dialog. Call it yet another case of conversational "drop outs", where the instignator suddenly ceases conversation for no seeming reason. This behavior of others began when the perps first went berserk/overt in 04-2002.
In the afternoon he got ornery, so he was back to his usual grumpy self, having his post lunch time spliff no doubt. Even one of the other crew members upbraided him, kindly, about being negative. I had a good (quiet) laugh over that, staying out of the interaction. I still cannot comprehend how I get stiffed with such losers all the time. Call it the farm labor pool.
Today, in continuing the perps' planted notions, I still got nailed for planted LL proton treatment considerations, and they still pummel me with the notion it is part of my "future". That I am getting increasingly incensed over this blatant futility exercise might be why they backed off some.
I got nailed for a two hour nap attack when I got back from work today; as usual there was no sleep deficit to need this extra sleep, especially of that duration.
I had "morning sickness" until 1100h, and at one point I thought I was going to lose my breakfast, as it got a little worse. So far, this morning time nausea has only "erupted" here at my residence on weekends; not a work, yet. I was also stiff in my hip joints and with a little back pain; so it would seem if all this is dopamine mediated, I could well do with a dopamine agonist in my regimen. Plus, I was in a grim mood all day, so it would seem all these symptoms are traveling together. I should bother the walk-in doctors for something, as it seems my wait list time for a shrink could be many months.
And why did I need to get pit-lamped by two red vehicles when I arrived at the SOF parking lot tonight? I get out of my vehicle, and they both arrive, two seconds apart, and park identically, driving through a stall to then face me as close as they can. One parking stall apart, and dissimilar red colored vehicles.
Then more pit-lamping (or "brighting") when I exited the mall (where SOF is); this Fuckwit in his oversized pickup truck was approaching, looking to drive over the crosswalk, axially, with me in his headlights. I walk wide to avoid what looks like to be a pending rundown, and then he pulls to my R, and then proceeds to back up, with his tailgate approaching me while walking through the handicapped parking. I couldn't get away from the fucker at a walking pace. Then he proceeds forward to stop in another handicapped parking stall for all of 30 seconds and then departs. All he had to logically do was make his turn onto the access route, avoiding the crosswalk rundown potentiality, instead of this absurd pedestrian (me) endangering fuckery all to show off his headlights, and then back up lights. I haven't seen anything so deliberately stupid for quite some time.
More gangstalker dip-shit driving games this morning at the intersection where I make a L turn. Opposite me, this idiot makes a L turn from the through lane, crossing one vacant lane to make his turn. The perps just love these games; unexpected behaviors, the stupider the better.
06-23-2017
An Elvis tribute contest in this town this weekend. I don't think I will make it, just like past years. I wonder what Elvis must think, perhaps in another physical place, per the film Bubba Hotep. (Not forgetting that science fiction films often portray real, but suppressed, events. Hence Twin Peaks, X-Files, and Star Trek).
I got to work with Difficult Dick all day today on tucking the vines in trellis wires. I have never met anyone who dithers and pisses around so much, all suited to dipping in and out of view, as well as backing and forthing. And who obsesses over so much in the vineyard, always finding an excuse to delay some more. I reckon I could of done 50% more work today if I had someone who was motivated about getting things done, rather than his obsessive routine. Even the slow pair were keeping pace with me and the Difficult Dick.
I got a referral to a medical specialist back in April, and was given the phone number to find out where I sit on the invariable wait list. Guess what, I am not on it, the referral never got to the specialist. Another managed fuck up to obstruct my medical care, as if I haven't had enough of these over the past 20 years, even before the assholes went berserk/overt in 04-2002. Prior to that was the all time jerkaround, four successive doctors blew me off about not having ADD. It was getting desperate, (or at least, the perps made sure of that), and when I got a SPECT scan it came back exactly as I told the doctors, ADD-Inattentive subtype. Fucking absurd, but that wasn't the end of it, as they took my stimulant (dopamine agonist) away in the outrageous stunt with paid-for doctors after 04-2002.
Forced back and forthing after the drop in doctor visit to get two Rx. He only gave me one, and when I went back to the doctor's office the receptionist said they were both on the same piece of paper. I said it wasn't and the pharmacist didn't say anything either. So I go back to the pharmacist and she gives me back the now stamped Rx and I take it back to the doctor's office and before I said anything, the (not too pleasant) receptionist gives me another Rx without so much as "sorry". So I take both back to the pharmacist to get them filled. Like WTF; what was that all about? The new Rx gets its own piece of paper and gets duly processed, and later retrieved with the pharmacy stamp on it and taken back to the doctor's office. Then a second Rx, a refill, gets taken back to the pharmacist's with the first one. Was it the stamped paper, or this back-and-forth paper shuffle the perps seem to like so much? Or was it about the strange dude pair who needed to stalk me into the parking lot and walk past my vehicle ahead of me?
06-24-2017
Saturday, extra vineyard work; curiously, no helicopters at all today when 10-12 were "normal" last week. Maybe three fixed wing flyovers. Also curious, was that no one else was in the vineyard, not even the boss man came by.
And I see the FDA is hard a work crushing alternate cancer therapies; IV vitamin C is banned if this article is to believed. Maybe not in Canada, but I have my doubts that so-called Health Canada is anything more than a FDA subsidiary. (In the 1930's Royal Rife had an effective cure for cancer and worked this system in full support of conventional doctors. The FDA shut this advance down). Not only is IV C effective for cancer (or some cancers), it is effective for addressing drug addiction (read, acute dopamine deficiency). It just isn't enough that 650k go down every year with cancer in the US and Canada, (and 500k go to Mexico for alternate treatments), and now addiction problems need to be protracted and extended. I wonder if the FDA can be sued for cruel and unusual punishment?
06-25-2017
Sunday, and another day in the part time vineyard. This time some other activity; a backhoe was run and the boss man came later in the day. And still the perps pummel me with all manner of notions of going to LL for a plainly unaffordable $86k proton beam prostate treatment.They haven't let up on this since I phoned LL (above). But in fact all of this has intensified since the call, and this has been on the "thought pummeling" script since 08-2016 when I first learned about it.
More excruciating leg muscle cramps last night; this was timed during a two hour restlessness where they had me "thinking" about a link in a posting at OG, where there are left wing (a misnomer IHMO, more like reverse racists) who have "white (Caucasian) exclusion days" at certain educational institutions. It was the first I heard of this latest public inanity/subversion, so the perps kept pummeling me with "thinking" about it while keeping me restless and awake in bed. And rotating me on my cot as part my attempts to get relief from this and to get to sleep. Then they pulled a major leg cramp and had me piss into the shower stall while keeping my leg flexed to avoid more cramp pains.
Tonight, just as I was to turn on this PC, why, a major leg cramp came on. All in keeping with their relentless fuckery over switching things on or off. I cannot count the number of times in a day when the screw me over turning light switches on or off or any like initiation of action.
Anyhow, enough for a week's posting and getting this done.
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Sunday, April 23, 2017
Rain Out
04-18-2017
More like thunderstorm; the boss man said if there is any lightning, we must vacate the vineyard. Sure enough, inside 5 min., lightning flashes came on to accompany the thunder. By then it was raining and hailing. I find it totally incongruous that there would be a thunderstorm here (Okanagan Valley) in April.Thunderstorms following hot weather, for sure. But it hasn't been hot, and we still may not be out of winter weather.
Then I got hit for a two hour nap attack. The usual caveat applies; I did not need the sleep in any way.
04-19-2017
A full day of vineyard work, and the latter half wearing my new headphones, as the old ones had their "problems". (Read, perp imposed fuckery). New headphones meant a number of helicopters over the afternoon, and a strong wind started up and stayed for the whole of the afternoon. And the usual row-end games; the boss arrives in his pickup just as I am finishing the row. I cannot count the number of times these "row end clusterfucks/gangstalk eruptions" happen, but it is totally consistent with the perps' research need every time I change direction. Back to the anisotropic properties of energy, and likely, energy absorption. (Anisotropic; different physical properties in different directions, x, y, z- e.g. wood -you can split it easily on its endgrain, but not the other directions).
This week's vineyard work has been to remove tendrils and debris off the irrigation lines, and to make sure there is a hanger for every dripper, every 18" or so. Needless to say there are a number of other things to tidy up, like tie downs that were missed, and ties that are girdling the cordons.
A new employee yesterday; I will call her an "dis-engagee", a now new kind of employee in workplaces world wide; plugged into earphones for the whole day. Not unlike most of the others, though another one is particularly plugged into elsewhere; even at lunch time in the heated shed he is on his phone and earphones, making no bones about not talking to anyone. But of course I am listening to my headphones as much as the weather permits, but I don't go out of my way to be disengaged.
Said new employee has a Toyota Corolla of a light tan metallic brown color, nearly the same as my Ford Escape, given to me by my mother in 01-2017. Not forgetting my ride for the last five years was a mid-grey Toyota Camry, which still sits outside unsold, now three months on the used market. One would think I was selling a motor-home for crissakes.
More likely changes in my residence circumstances in the wind. The owners want access tomorrow to show the place to a potential buyer of their and this place, being a carriage house. All these wonderful benefits of no neighbors up, down or any side will likely not persist in any new arrangement. Back to the past in all likelihood; overhead pounding, sex rabid neighbors, yapping dudes etc. The perps usually don't allow me to live in one place for more than four years. Ditto back in Victoria, 2007-2011. And four prior residences 2002-2006. And four residences from 2012-13.
04-20-2017
A rainy start to the day, enough that I changed into my rain gear at the outset. It was to rain all day on and off, but by 1330h, the sun came out and warmed me up enough to take off my ski jacket, though still with my rain pants on as I would of needed to take off my boots etc. A rare combination of clothes; rain (ski) jacket off, rain paints on, and warmish weather. All this on the vineyard job, cleaning up the irrigation lines of tendrils and the sloppy tie-down work that was permitted this year. Don't ask me why the crew boss was so slack, but I did draw his attention to it before, all for nothing.
04-21-2017
A nice weather day for the first time this year, down to a shirt. From winter weather to summer weather all in one day. Said shirt was black, so that meant that I was in all black today after 0900h. In fact, I was in a black ski jacket first thing, and then it was suddenly so warm that I took off my grey sweater too, and so it was black to black as it were.
Today, like yesterday, they had the other two guys on other projects, so I worked with the two women on the crew for much of the day. All part of the selective gender games, which includes introducing the males back in singly later in the day. Both have pony tails, a hair feature I absolutely loathe on males, and the perps know this given their relentless pursuit in displaying this along with other typical male vestiges; guts, beards, waddling walk, skin-heads, and others. Just to think; 15 years of this insane litany of selectively introduced male features, especially the Unfavored ones.
The gorgeous tasting room supervisor whom I have met a few times, but don't see much of in my regular work, "happened" to be outside at lunch time and I caught a fleeting glance for three seconds while in my light brown (mid-brown interior) vehicle. And lo, if she wasn't in light tan pants and a black top, and I was all dressed in black after above mentioned clothing change. Funny how I get color matched stalkers. Do the perps buy their clothes too so they have a color matched wardrobe on hand?
04-23-2017
Doing care duty yesterday as my former co-worker is laid up with a broken knee cap. He is on the mend OK, but it will take three months before he is back together. Just to think, he was learning about winery equipment when it "happened", and we know who likes to interrupt human learning. And you think all those school shoot-ups and massacres are random nutters?
I drove my colleague to his favorite grocery store, and then his liquor store and packed all these for him. Needless to say it was a gangstalk scene, and plenty of brown people dogging me in his grocery store, aisle after aisle, and even parking themselves at the aisle end for crissakes. Added into this gangstalk scene were two of my vineyard co-workers who "happened" to be there separately, both of the strong "dis-engagee" stripe. The above mentioned woman who started this week was one of them, and she didn't even acknowledge me for crissakes. Either her vision is bad, or she is totally out of it, or else is controlled to be utterly rude. Lots of fat people at this grocery big-box store too. The final touch was at the second stop, the liquor store when my colleague bought his items, then I bought a bottle of wine myself, and just as we were leaving, why, a striking black haired babe struts in. I am sure she caught my colleague's attention too.
Which set me up for later, as two brown skinned people came to see my vehicle for sale. They drove around to test the car, taking turns. They seemed like nice guys, but the story changed from coming to purchase it so he could drive home to Kelowna (that he was desperate to buy it), to a parting "I'll let you know". The price was agreed to via text messaging two days beforehand, so price wasn't a deterrent, and he said the car was in good condition, he, a former Camry owner. Recall from two weeks ago, three E. Indians (from India) came to view my vehicle in a parking lot who checked it over but didn't drive it, another ridiculous ruse IMHO.
I did not hear from the brown skinned people about my Camry for sale today. So it would seem this was another ruse to have them view, and this time, drive my vehicle. The perps like to have one anticipate a sale, or money, and it not materialize, and I suppose this was just another. Maybe these three prospective buyers in three months is part of the perps' "warm up", finally getting to a sale in few more months and visitors. Yesterday's ruse had a more urgent tone to it, building up the story that the guy was desperate for a vehicle and would have to scrape to get to Penticton and then purchase it to secure his passage back. The story didn't pan out when he arrived with a pal in a new Corolla, and then departed in it. One would think I was selling a 40' RV for all the curious lack of sale action.
I got out for a hike though, getting the imminent rain forecast when in fact it turned out to be warm-ish with high overcast. Yet again, I got my follow-me-up and follow-me-down hiking stalkers. In the five years I have been going up this trail, this hasn't happened until two weeks ago, and then again today. Too many coincidences IMHO. Said hiking gangstalkers, like two weeks ago, hung back in their nearby vehicle when I arrived at mine, just for more variation action; e.g. on trail one way, then return, and then at or in vehicle. They could of been long gone but weren't. Plenty of those fugly oversized shorts on other hiking males up and back. I loathe cargo shorts or baggy shorts on males especially, and the perps seem to know it, and therefore add more of this into the gangstalking scene. Another one of those Unfavored vignettes the perps love to pummel me with, extending the season every year it would seem.
And on the way back I stopped at the LD store, and what a holy gangstalk scene that was. Fuckwits blocking and criss-crossing my path one after another, and that was just getting parked. (One being a two tone light brown Camry of similar age to mine). Once ambulatory, in typical fashion they popped three Fuckwits out from behind the corner of the building, and in keeping this up, three Fuckwits from two separate doors emerged at the same time as I was approaching the mall entrance, forcing me to take the third set. Then another doddering Fuckwit crossing in front of me as I approached LD, and then three Fuckwits blocking my usual store entry route. So I take an alternate route, and another Fuckwit was there, and once around him, a kid is on disengaged cross-my-path duty, and once he blew by, a pair of doddering geriatrics were blocking the aisle. And once mobile, this Fuckwit woman was dithering over the chocolate section, not seeming to be very shopping focussed, and adroitly placing herself two seconds ahead of me as to where I wanted to go. I haven't had such an over-obvious chocolate-stalker for a long time. Another geriatric stalker was opposite hiding behind an aisle constricting display. I hadn't seen anything quite like this since the intense and insane abuse days of 2002. And what was the special event, apart from returning from my hike? Why, I had drove the Camry, the vehicle the aforementioned brown skinned pair had driven for 20 minutes the day before.
Exciting times in perp-ville, and the sense I get is that they aren't even close to concluding their brownstalking research. And to set that above whole deal up, who planted the notion that I needed chocolate anyhow?
So now, taking possession in 2017 of the the perp-abetting parent's light metallic tan (medium brown interior) Ford Escape, the brownstalking has moved up a notch. Maybe in 2027 they will lay on a brown skinned girlfriend. (I hope to be gone by then, but given this macabre and abusive trajectory, I am not holding my breath. Nor do I want any girlfriend as she is bound to be a perp abettor). Though it seems the Psychopaths have been working on the brown girl angle in parallel as both my perp-abetting brothers have brown skinned wife/girlfriend.
Enough on browning the victim and to get this posted.
More like thunderstorm; the boss man said if there is any lightning, we must vacate the vineyard. Sure enough, inside 5 min., lightning flashes came on to accompany the thunder. By then it was raining and hailing. I find it totally incongruous that there would be a thunderstorm here (Okanagan Valley) in April.Thunderstorms following hot weather, for sure. But it hasn't been hot, and we still may not be out of winter weather.
Then I got hit for a two hour nap attack. The usual caveat applies; I did not need the sleep in any way.
04-19-2017
A full day of vineyard work, and the latter half wearing my new headphones, as the old ones had their "problems". (Read, perp imposed fuckery). New headphones meant a number of helicopters over the afternoon, and a strong wind started up and stayed for the whole of the afternoon. And the usual row-end games; the boss arrives in his pickup just as I am finishing the row. I cannot count the number of times these "row end clusterfucks/gangstalk eruptions" happen, but it is totally consistent with the perps' research need every time I change direction. Back to the anisotropic properties of energy, and likely, energy absorption. (Anisotropic; different physical properties in different directions, x, y, z- e.g. wood -you can split it easily on its endgrain, but not the other directions).
This week's vineyard work has been to remove tendrils and debris off the irrigation lines, and to make sure there is a hanger for every dripper, every 18" or so. Needless to say there are a number of other things to tidy up, like tie downs that were missed, and ties that are girdling the cordons.
A new employee yesterday; I will call her an "dis-engagee", a now new kind of employee in workplaces world wide; plugged into earphones for the whole day. Not unlike most of the others, though another one is particularly plugged into elsewhere; even at lunch time in the heated shed he is on his phone and earphones, making no bones about not talking to anyone. But of course I am listening to my headphones as much as the weather permits, but I don't go out of my way to be disengaged.
Said new employee has a Toyota Corolla of a light tan metallic brown color, nearly the same as my Ford Escape, given to me by my mother in 01-2017. Not forgetting my ride for the last five years was a mid-grey Toyota Camry, which still sits outside unsold, now three months on the used market. One would think I was selling a motor-home for crissakes.
More likely changes in my residence circumstances in the wind. The owners want access tomorrow to show the place to a potential buyer of their and this place, being a carriage house. All these wonderful benefits of no neighbors up, down or any side will likely not persist in any new arrangement. Back to the past in all likelihood; overhead pounding, sex rabid neighbors, yapping dudes etc. The perps usually don't allow me to live in one place for more than four years. Ditto back in Victoria, 2007-2011. And four prior residences 2002-2006. And four residences from 2012-13.
04-20-2017
A rainy start to the day, enough that I changed into my rain gear at the outset. It was to rain all day on and off, but by 1330h, the sun came out and warmed me up enough to take off my ski jacket, though still with my rain pants on as I would of needed to take off my boots etc. A rare combination of clothes; rain (ski) jacket off, rain paints on, and warmish weather. All this on the vineyard job, cleaning up the irrigation lines of tendrils and the sloppy tie-down work that was permitted this year. Don't ask me why the crew boss was so slack, but I did draw his attention to it before, all for nothing.
04-21-2017
A nice weather day for the first time this year, down to a shirt. From winter weather to summer weather all in one day. Said shirt was black, so that meant that I was in all black today after 0900h. In fact, I was in a black ski jacket first thing, and then it was suddenly so warm that I took off my grey sweater too, and so it was black to black as it were.
Today, like yesterday, they had the other two guys on other projects, so I worked with the two women on the crew for much of the day. All part of the selective gender games, which includes introducing the males back in singly later in the day. Both have pony tails, a hair feature I absolutely loathe on males, and the perps know this given their relentless pursuit in displaying this along with other typical male vestiges; guts, beards, waddling walk, skin-heads, and others. Just to think; 15 years of this insane litany of selectively introduced male features, especially the Unfavored ones.
The gorgeous tasting room supervisor whom I have met a few times, but don't see much of in my regular work, "happened" to be outside at lunch time and I caught a fleeting glance for three seconds while in my light brown (mid-brown interior) vehicle. And lo, if she wasn't in light tan pants and a black top, and I was all dressed in black after above mentioned clothing change. Funny how I get color matched stalkers. Do the perps buy their clothes too so they have a color matched wardrobe on hand?
04-23-2017
Doing care duty yesterday as my former co-worker is laid up with a broken knee cap. He is on the mend OK, but it will take three months before he is back together. Just to think, he was learning about winery equipment when it "happened", and we know who likes to interrupt human learning. And you think all those school shoot-ups and massacres are random nutters?
I drove my colleague to his favorite grocery store, and then his liquor store and packed all these for him. Needless to say it was a gangstalk scene, and plenty of brown people dogging me in his grocery store, aisle after aisle, and even parking themselves at the aisle end for crissakes. Added into this gangstalk scene were two of my vineyard co-workers who "happened" to be there separately, both of the strong "dis-engagee" stripe. The above mentioned woman who started this week was one of them, and she didn't even acknowledge me for crissakes. Either her vision is bad, or she is totally out of it, or else is controlled to be utterly rude. Lots of fat people at this grocery big-box store too. The final touch was at the second stop, the liquor store when my colleague bought his items, then I bought a bottle of wine myself, and just as we were leaving, why, a striking black haired babe struts in. I am sure she caught my colleague's attention too.
Which set me up for later, as two brown skinned people came to see my vehicle for sale. They drove around to test the car, taking turns. They seemed like nice guys, but the story changed from coming to purchase it so he could drive home to Kelowna (that he was desperate to buy it), to a parting "I'll let you know". The price was agreed to via text messaging two days beforehand, so price wasn't a deterrent, and he said the car was in good condition, he, a former Camry owner. Recall from two weeks ago, three E. Indians (from India) came to view my vehicle in a parking lot who checked it over but didn't drive it, another ridiculous ruse IMHO.
I did not hear from the brown skinned people about my Camry for sale today. So it would seem this was another ruse to have them view, and this time, drive my vehicle. The perps like to have one anticipate a sale, or money, and it not materialize, and I suppose this was just another. Maybe these three prospective buyers in three months is part of the perps' "warm up", finally getting to a sale in few more months and visitors. Yesterday's ruse had a more urgent tone to it, building up the story that the guy was desperate for a vehicle and would have to scrape to get to Penticton and then purchase it to secure his passage back. The story didn't pan out when he arrived with a pal in a new Corolla, and then departed in it. One would think I was selling a 40' RV for all the curious lack of sale action.
I got out for a hike though, getting the imminent rain forecast when in fact it turned out to be warm-ish with high overcast. Yet again, I got my follow-me-up and follow-me-down hiking stalkers. In the five years I have been going up this trail, this hasn't happened until two weeks ago, and then again today. Too many coincidences IMHO. Said hiking gangstalkers, like two weeks ago, hung back in their nearby vehicle when I arrived at mine, just for more variation action; e.g. on trail one way, then return, and then at or in vehicle. They could of been long gone but weren't. Plenty of those fugly oversized shorts on other hiking males up and back. I loathe cargo shorts or baggy shorts on males especially, and the perps seem to know it, and therefore add more of this into the gangstalking scene. Another one of those Unfavored vignettes the perps love to pummel me with, extending the season every year it would seem.
And on the way back I stopped at the LD store, and what a holy gangstalk scene that was. Fuckwits blocking and criss-crossing my path one after another, and that was just getting parked. (One being a two tone light brown Camry of similar age to mine). Once ambulatory, in typical fashion they popped three Fuckwits out from behind the corner of the building, and in keeping this up, three Fuckwits from two separate doors emerged at the same time as I was approaching the mall entrance, forcing me to take the third set. Then another doddering Fuckwit crossing in front of me as I approached LD, and then three Fuckwits blocking my usual store entry route. So I take an alternate route, and another Fuckwit was there, and once around him, a kid is on disengaged cross-my-path duty, and once he blew by, a pair of doddering geriatrics were blocking the aisle. And once mobile, this Fuckwit woman was dithering over the chocolate section, not seeming to be very shopping focussed, and adroitly placing herself two seconds ahead of me as to where I wanted to go. I haven't had such an over-obvious chocolate-stalker for a long time. Another geriatric stalker was opposite hiding behind an aisle constricting display. I hadn't seen anything quite like this since the intense and insane abuse days of 2002. And what was the special event, apart from returning from my hike? Why, I had drove the Camry, the vehicle the aforementioned brown skinned pair had driven for 20 minutes the day before.
Exciting times in perp-ville, and the sense I get is that they aren't even close to concluding their brownstalking research. And to set that above whole deal up, who planted the notion that I needed chocolate anyhow?
So now, taking possession in 2017 of the the perp-abetting parent's light metallic tan (medium brown interior) Ford Escape, the brownstalking has moved up a notch. Maybe in 2027 they will lay on a brown skinned girlfriend. (I hope to be gone by then, but given this macabre and abusive trajectory, I am not holding my breath. Nor do I want any girlfriend as she is bound to be a perp abettor). Though it seems the Psychopaths have been working on the brown girl angle in parallel as both my perp-abetting brothers have brown skinned wife/girlfriend.
Enough on browning the victim and to get this posted.
Sunday, March 19, 2017
Sunday Best on a Wednesday Evening
03-13-2017
Last week I drove to the mall where my regular SOF supermarket is on Wednesday evening, around 2000h. Maybe one car in the W lot, and I could park as close as a handicapped parker could do. So as I drive into the stall, why a woman in a wide brimmed hat is coming out of the mall entrance, no shopping in hand. (The mall part was closed, only the supermarket part was open). She had plenty of room to pass by as the lot was near empty, by some 20' even without altering her path any. But no, she passes within 2' of the rear of my just parked vehicle, and as I am stepping out I check her out. (Like, who would be so fucking stupid as to come by the rear of a vehicle with a driver still inside?). As I spot her coming past the rear as I exit on the driver's side, she shoots me a look. Like WTF woman; you are the weirdo, so why do I get this? I close the driver's door and head into the mall while she walks on. So why was she dressed like she was going to/from Sunday church in a wide brimmed hat in this super casual dressed town on a very dead Wednesday evening, and purposely passing 2' to the rear of my just parked vehicle? (On the casual look, the dudes are now wearing shorts for crissakes, and we haven't had a day over 10C this year). I have encountered these peculiar stalkers before who love to walk through where I have just parked or am about to park, but this one was a little different. Why the get up? And why shooting me the look, and not the usual avoidance comportment while scuttling off after so obviously stalking the victim? I don't know, though she did have the same stature as a few other larger obvious female stalkers I have come to know, so maybe this was the same woman. (Ms C of the story as one such). I won't get into other perp-made obvious speculations as to who this might of been, but those in the know won't need to speculate much.
A day of pruning at the vineyard, and a new dude on the crew, another male pony tail. Now at three out of six crew members, and beginning to look more like a bikers club. Long time readers will know that male pony-tails rank high on the Unfavored demographic list, so it is most odd the perps have kept beating on this theme so much. Heaven forbid when the sunny weather comes and they possibly sport tattoos (very Unfavored). Last year's crew mate, a very interesting guy, had a huge armful of tattoos that I found unbearable to view.
There is a picture of the vineyard annotated (mapped) with the blocks and their ID's on the inside door of the viticulture barn. It serves as useful spatial layout of where we are at with the pruning, and what remains to be done. I look at it on my breaks, just to keep track of progress, as I am viewing it from my chair inside the heated barn. But I couldn't believe the rest of the crew at morning break; as I was looking at the picture map, they (unusually) kept coming and going, opening the door and disrupting my view of the picture map. Just when I re-established my bearings at the prior interruption, someone else would open or close the door and do it all over again. And as the last insult, the newbie stands in front of door, blocking my view of the map. Like WTF; at least 7 interruptions in viewing a picture map inside two minutes, with the coup-de-gras, the "get-in-the-way obstruction". And what is it about visual continuity (with a modicum of processing the visual material) is so important that it must be consistently disrupted so often?
Yoga tonight, and they stuffed it near full even if I did get there 10 minutes early. I should of bailed when looking at at the parking lot. And now a six dude flush, and four of them came to do the stand-in-front-of-me when I was sitting on the couch putting my shoes on. Another did the meet-me-at-the-door when entering the practice room, something that "happens" nearly every time I attempt to enter the practice room. All this getting up and moving around before class starts just has to be choreographed, unless everyone is ADD-hyperactive. And I see my normal power yoga is now moved to an impossible to make time, so perhaps it is time to move to another yoga studio.
03-14-2017
Very windy today while outside pruning all day. The one woman on the six person crew was feeling ill and begged off before we finished the one block of Syrah. Within an hour we moved onto Malbec. The perps like to arrange noise and other perturbances when I am moving between different varietals, be it pruning, shoot thinning etc. The crew boss was sick yesterday, so it is going around.
The new guy came around at about finishing time, entering the row of his crew member friend, which was adjacent to me. I hear someone coming, and look, and here he is, he had me already lined up and is staring at him as I look to see who it is. Worse yet, he had his black hoody up, the kind with the sharp tip. There is something Unfavored about hoodies the perps like me to be exposed to, but this dude "pre-staring" at me before I looked up at him approaching was most strange. Not that he said hello either. And too, in the following days he never made the cross vineyard trip to visit his buddy at quitting time anyhow, as they would meet at their shared vehicle in the parking lot. More high strangeness for no seeming reason.
Three CD's arrived today in one Amazon order. Interesting that two of them are re-releases with extra songs, a CD extra each. The incomparable Nightbird by Eva Cassidy has five unreleased tracks on it, and is remixed and remastered. It has an extra CD from its predecessor, Live at Blues Alley. So I will retire the latter and install the former in my music library.
Ditto for the Complete Trio Collection, of Parton, Harris and Ronstadt, a 3 CD edition that will supersede my Trio I CD. (Didn't have Trio II, but do now in this set). The third CD has outtakes and alternate versions, and very much worth it. In other words, a whole lot of file making, renaming, and moving, displacing the original version I have. And to the perps love all that file activity for whatever reason.
03-15-2017
A visit to the dentist this morning, getting one amalgam filled tooth milled down for accepting a crown. As usual, the masers and plasma projections were in abundance for the first 10 minutes when there wasn't much happening, except me sitting in the chair. The perps have a need to "paint the room" with magnetic phenomenon when in unfamiliar locations, particular doctor's and dentist's offices. Then the dentist got to work and she took the tooth down. All this online web nonsense about special handling of amalgam removals makes me laugh. Sure, the suction hose was in close proximity to the tooth (and amalgam) pieces flying off, but there isn't any special handling. Unless of course, all ejecta from teeth is specially handled. The dentist got to handle my cheek and all the rest of the professional need to touch the patient. I don't have any idea as to how the perps handle these physical energetic interactions, but they must seriously plan for them. The dental assistant did her bit too in making before and after wax impressions, again, all professional.
Perhaps it is part of the dentist's gruff style, but I don't understand her conversational style of talking to the nearby dental assistant about me as if I am not there. As in, "the reason his (wax) impression was so difficult to remove was because of the spaces between his teeth". Like WTF, I am right there, and she references me as if I am not there. But this isn't the first time this kind of third party conversation style has erupted in my presence, and not just this dentist. I assume it is yet another perp need, depersonalizing the victim, when surely she would not ever forget my presence due the magnetic activity, and whatever other perp preparations are made in advance.
The perps were at their games again while I was in the dentist's chair, more like prone. I put on their safety glasses after removing my own, and lo, if they didn't steam up. I lifted them off my face a little, and within the minute the safety glasses pivot on my head and swing backwards. The dentist asks if I am OK, almost perfunctorily, so it would seem the whole thing was scripted and she had a ready comment. I got a different pair then and they worked fine.
As "usual", the dentist was wearing a face mask and had the special magnifying glasses on so I didn't really see much of her face for the whole time, even if she was 12" away for the half hour it took for her work. The perps love to play up these partial face visibility activities; perhaps why Europe is getting inundated with the hajib crowd.
Just before payment for dental services the Asian woman (who seems strangely reserved for a service business) arrives, she being present last time when I paid for my tooth cleaning. I haven't figured out what role she legitimately plays in the office, as they only need one office assistant, and they have one. Perhaps they have some personnel changes planned, or perhaps they need to have Asian stalkers while I am making a transaction. Or perhaps she was "read" from outside to inside just before payment, a common technique of correlating outside energy states to those inside. (Regular readers will know the perps are utterly obsessed with stalking my ass when making financial transactions, from coin machines, paychecks, paying bus fare, writing and mailing checks, cash, debit card etc.) Though I am quite sure they have a data bank of many hundreds of my past financial transactions I have made with Asians. And what about the history of Hong Kong and the British in all their drug dealing of the British of East India Company? Surely a gold mine of interracial financial transactions for surreptitious perp research, all without electromagnetic pollution in the day.
03-16-2017
A full blown warm sunny day in the vineyard, and I even took my ski jacket off for the afternoon. Of course the perps played some cloud obstructing games and chilled me down, but only for 20 min. or so. And I see the perps stole my toque I had been wearing for the last 6 weeks, often in the prior snow-bound conditions. I don't know what their fixation is over what hats I wear, and what material and color, but every so often they need to steal or trash my hats. They trashed my bucket hat I had worn for the last five years in the washing machine after the last vineyard work day in 2016, so I would not be surprised the assholes have pulled another "hat attack", this one not on my head at the time.
It was fixed wing aircraft overflight today, especially getting those noisy single engine aircraft out to buzz the vineyard for a few passes, maybe 10 aircraft on the day. Later, one helicopter came by. The HD motorcycle noise made its 2017 debut from the road below the cliff, and of course the perps made sure I heard that. Ditto for later this evening at this residence where the back lane "neighbor", aka perp action center, brought in two HD motorcycles for noise harassment while making dinner, a very favorite harassment situation.
The vineyard crew met the owners for the first time today; they seem like reasonable and personable people.
03-17-2017
Vineyard pruning all day today; back to cool climate viticulture. Chilly winds off the re-formed lake ice made it necessary to put on my ski jacket again. As to how the lake got ice back on it after a warming trend is in progress I have no idea.
I wore my city wear-only toque to the vineyard, as my backup one went missing. No untoward scuzzing it thankfully, the usual fate of pristine or clean objects being deployed in a rare substitution. And lo, my regular vineyard wear toque was "found" by someone yesterday, duly scuzzed up. One cannot win for losing with the perps.
03-18-2017
Saturday, and leg wax day, and lo, if the rain didn't start up when I was about to set off. I had a few prior errands to do, one being dropping off the bottles at the recycle center, as for some reason they take everything else but glass. Then to the hardware box store where the lineups at the cashiers were nonexistent when I arrived, and five deep at five cashiers when I came to purchase my items. Onto the cosmetology school for my leg wax, but then a forced piss before I was allowed to get ready. A young E. Indian girl on my W side, and the oversized instructor on the E side. I was done inside of 35 min. with two of them on me, no issue with that. The instructor is always friendly and conversational; we talk about wine and wineries, and as it turned out, about music and musicians. It seems she read the same book as I have recently, Keith Richard's "Life". More interesting conversation ensued. Then as it turns out, she was an opera singer, but then she was called away after that interesting segue.
It took the attendance of four girls to get the cash system right so I could pay for my leg wax service. The E. Indian girl was there, two trainees, and then they had to bring in this horrific blondish girl with black lipstick and four rings in her lips to help them. Then they had to bring her back again for another problem. Can we call this yet another financial transaction stalking, or just an extended event? I am so familiar with cash registers going "wrong" these days that I have become blase about it. And what is it that so interests the perps every time I pay for something, no matter the circumstances, e.g. online, in store, cash, debit card etc.? And too, returning something is a big deal for the assholes.
Back in the high-abuse and intense harassment days of 2002, it was quite obvious that financial transactions were a big deal; these male Fuckwits would suddenly arrive around me while I was at the cash desk, sometimes in these ridiculous poses where they obviously weren't shopping for anything, back facing me. I assume they were teleported in, as they arrived soundlessly and in close proximity within five seconds or less of having looked at the same location where there was no one. Who are these fuckers, and why have they been harassing the living shit out of me for nearly 15 years?
Saturday evening now; what a piss-assed "self" imposed disruption day; do this, interrupt myself and do that, go onto something else, and repeat the interruptions again from the beginning. I found that my coffee table, built under high-stress circumstances when the perps unloaded on me big time in 2002, including Ms C. of the story (27pp.) and her drama queen act, has a glue joint that somehow "failed" so it doesn't support the table top. Onto chiselling and sanding to get the old glue out and re-visit the big box hardware store to get a different glue that expands in the joint. Except that I had to take care to tape off the joint, cautiously joining only two pieces instead of three at once. Even still I had glue expanding onto the outside and needing to be wiped off with mineral spirits. Nothing like that pong to go to bed with. All part of the chemical ether perturbance I suppose. Later in the morning I find the assholes had me "forget" to put the lid on, and to add insult to injury, the humidistat controlled bathroom fan was turned off. Said fan has an annoying habit of coming on when I am listening to music, or when in the bathroom, timed to the start of my activities there.
03-19-2017
A sunny Sunday, and so off to McIntyre Bluff for a hike. Last week I did the same, except that it wasn't sunny, and it had 4" of snow on the ground. Today, hardly any snow, and mucky only in a few places. I had my usual retinue of trail stalkers, and can hardly wait until it dries up some more and I can get to my nearby "back country" sunning spots.
The HD motorcycle noise in the back lane started up when I got into my morning chest hair plucking routine. Said noise also erupted before I set off. And was there "for me", when at the top of McIntyre Bluff. Non-HD motorcycles escorted me on my way back on Hwy 97, pulling this gonzo passing stunt when I was already doing 105kph when the speed limit was 80kph. Not only that, he had all of 8 seconds to pull this idiot show off, and pulled back in the lane some 10' from my front bumper. He was the bravest of the six of them, as the rest slowly arrived to pull these same idiotic passes. Then they suddenly slowed down when there something odd on the other side, no police, but a seeming radar set up. For all that extreme road passing, the assholes ended up immediately in front of me approaching Okanagan Falls. There, Hwy 97 turns L, and if you go straight one can take the alternate route along Skaha Lake, the Eastside Road, slower, and only two lane. The motorcycle stalkers took the L route and so I went straight and took the alternate route. About 15 minutes later, who do I see in the rear view mirror? Why all the motorcycle stalkers again. The Fuckwits had re-grouped and changed their driving plans to then follow me, this time with out the gonzo driving. There is no getting away from motorcycles (noise and stalking) when the weather turns sunny, weekend or otherwise.
Too much chocolate consumption these days, and I the craving won't stop. And how many doctors have I mentioned this to and got nowhere? Perhaps 10 over the past two decades, and not a one of them is any help. Is it just me, but why are doctors so useless? I still haven't finished my pissing match with the obdurate laggard urologist, and for some reason I have been hit with a motivational lapse to deal with this fucker.
Anyhow, enough Rants from the Rabbit Hole for this week.
Last week I drove to the mall where my regular SOF supermarket is on Wednesday evening, around 2000h. Maybe one car in the W lot, and I could park as close as a handicapped parker could do. So as I drive into the stall, why a woman in a wide brimmed hat is coming out of the mall entrance, no shopping in hand. (The mall part was closed, only the supermarket part was open). She had plenty of room to pass by as the lot was near empty, by some 20' even without altering her path any. But no, she passes within 2' of the rear of my just parked vehicle, and as I am stepping out I check her out. (Like, who would be so fucking stupid as to come by the rear of a vehicle with a driver still inside?). As I spot her coming past the rear as I exit on the driver's side, she shoots me a look. Like WTF woman; you are the weirdo, so why do I get this? I close the driver's door and head into the mall while she walks on. So why was she dressed like she was going to/from Sunday church in a wide brimmed hat in this super casual dressed town on a very dead Wednesday evening, and purposely passing 2' to the rear of my just parked vehicle? (On the casual look, the dudes are now wearing shorts for crissakes, and we haven't had a day over 10C this year). I have encountered these peculiar stalkers before who love to walk through where I have just parked or am about to park, but this one was a little different. Why the get up? And why shooting me the look, and not the usual avoidance comportment while scuttling off after so obviously stalking the victim? I don't know, though she did have the same stature as a few other larger obvious female stalkers I have come to know, so maybe this was the same woman. (Ms C of the story as one such). I won't get into other perp-made obvious speculations as to who this might of been, but those in the know won't need to speculate much.
A day of pruning at the vineyard, and a new dude on the crew, another male pony tail. Now at three out of six crew members, and beginning to look more like a bikers club. Long time readers will know that male pony-tails rank high on the Unfavored demographic list, so it is most odd the perps have kept beating on this theme so much. Heaven forbid when the sunny weather comes and they possibly sport tattoos (very Unfavored). Last year's crew mate, a very interesting guy, had a huge armful of tattoos that I found unbearable to view.
There is a picture of the vineyard annotated (mapped) with the blocks and their ID's on the inside door of the viticulture barn. It serves as useful spatial layout of where we are at with the pruning, and what remains to be done. I look at it on my breaks, just to keep track of progress, as I am viewing it from my chair inside the heated barn. But I couldn't believe the rest of the crew at morning break; as I was looking at the picture map, they (unusually) kept coming and going, opening the door and disrupting my view of the picture map. Just when I re-established my bearings at the prior interruption, someone else would open or close the door and do it all over again. And as the last insult, the newbie stands in front of door, blocking my view of the map. Like WTF; at least 7 interruptions in viewing a picture map inside two minutes, with the coup-de-gras, the "get-in-the-way obstruction". And what is it about visual continuity (with a modicum of processing the visual material) is so important that it must be consistently disrupted so often?
Yoga tonight, and they stuffed it near full even if I did get there 10 minutes early. I should of bailed when looking at at the parking lot. And now a six dude flush, and four of them came to do the stand-in-front-of-me when I was sitting on the couch putting my shoes on. Another did the meet-me-at-the-door when entering the practice room, something that "happens" nearly every time I attempt to enter the practice room. All this getting up and moving around before class starts just has to be choreographed, unless everyone is ADD-hyperactive. And I see my normal power yoga is now moved to an impossible to make time, so perhaps it is time to move to another yoga studio.
03-14-2017
Very windy today while outside pruning all day. The one woman on the six person crew was feeling ill and begged off before we finished the one block of Syrah. Within an hour we moved onto Malbec. The perps like to arrange noise and other perturbances when I am moving between different varietals, be it pruning, shoot thinning etc. The crew boss was sick yesterday, so it is going around.
The new guy came around at about finishing time, entering the row of his crew member friend, which was adjacent to me. I hear someone coming, and look, and here he is, he had me already lined up and is staring at him as I look to see who it is. Worse yet, he had his black hoody up, the kind with the sharp tip. There is something Unfavored about hoodies the perps like me to be exposed to, but this dude "pre-staring" at me before I looked up at him approaching was most strange. Not that he said hello either. And too, in the following days he never made the cross vineyard trip to visit his buddy at quitting time anyhow, as they would meet at their shared vehicle in the parking lot. More high strangeness for no seeming reason.
Three CD's arrived today in one Amazon order. Interesting that two of them are re-releases with extra songs, a CD extra each. The incomparable Nightbird by Eva Cassidy has five unreleased tracks on it, and is remixed and remastered. It has an extra CD from its predecessor, Live at Blues Alley. So I will retire the latter and install the former in my music library.
Ditto for the Complete Trio Collection, of Parton, Harris and Ronstadt, a 3 CD edition that will supersede my Trio I CD. (Didn't have Trio II, but do now in this set). The third CD has outtakes and alternate versions, and very much worth it. In other words, a whole lot of file making, renaming, and moving, displacing the original version I have. And to the perps love all that file activity for whatever reason.
03-15-2017
A visit to the dentist this morning, getting one amalgam filled tooth milled down for accepting a crown. As usual, the masers and plasma projections were in abundance for the first 10 minutes when there wasn't much happening, except me sitting in the chair. The perps have a need to "paint the room" with magnetic phenomenon when in unfamiliar locations, particular doctor's and dentist's offices. Then the dentist got to work and she took the tooth down. All this online web nonsense about special handling of amalgam removals makes me laugh. Sure, the suction hose was in close proximity to the tooth (and amalgam) pieces flying off, but there isn't any special handling. Unless of course, all ejecta from teeth is specially handled. The dentist got to handle my cheek and all the rest of the professional need to touch the patient. I don't have any idea as to how the perps handle these physical energetic interactions, but they must seriously plan for them. The dental assistant did her bit too in making before and after wax impressions, again, all professional.
Perhaps it is part of the dentist's gruff style, but I don't understand her conversational style of talking to the nearby dental assistant about me as if I am not there. As in, "the reason his (wax) impression was so difficult to remove was because of the spaces between his teeth". Like WTF, I am right there, and she references me as if I am not there. But this isn't the first time this kind of third party conversation style has erupted in my presence, and not just this dentist. I assume it is yet another perp need, depersonalizing the victim, when surely she would not ever forget my presence due the magnetic activity, and whatever other perp preparations are made in advance.
The perps were at their games again while I was in the dentist's chair, more like prone. I put on their safety glasses after removing my own, and lo, if they didn't steam up. I lifted them off my face a little, and within the minute the safety glasses pivot on my head and swing backwards. The dentist asks if I am OK, almost perfunctorily, so it would seem the whole thing was scripted and she had a ready comment. I got a different pair then and they worked fine.
As "usual", the dentist was wearing a face mask and had the special magnifying glasses on so I didn't really see much of her face for the whole time, even if she was 12" away for the half hour it took for her work. The perps love to play up these partial face visibility activities; perhaps why Europe is getting inundated with the hajib crowd.
Just before payment for dental services the Asian woman (who seems strangely reserved for a service business) arrives, she being present last time when I paid for my tooth cleaning. I haven't figured out what role she legitimately plays in the office, as they only need one office assistant, and they have one. Perhaps they have some personnel changes planned, or perhaps they need to have Asian stalkers while I am making a transaction. Or perhaps she was "read" from outside to inside just before payment, a common technique of correlating outside energy states to those inside. (Regular readers will know the perps are utterly obsessed with stalking my ass when making financial transactions, from coin machines, paychecks, paying bus fare, writing and mailing checks, cash, debit card etc.) Though I am quite sure they have a data bank of many hundreds of my past financial transactions I have made with Asians. And what about the history of Hong Kong and the British in all their drug dealing of the British of East India Company? Surely a gold mine of interracial financial transactions for surreptitious perp research, all without electromagnetic pollution in the day.
03-16-2017
A full blown warm sunny day in the vineyard, and I even took my ski jacket off for the afternoon. Of course the perps played some cloud obstructing games and chilled me down, but only for 20 min. or so. And I see the perps stole my toque I had been wearing for the last 6 weeks, often in the prior snow-bound conditions. I don't know what their fixation is over what hats I wear, and what material and color, but every so often they need to steal or trash my hats. They trashed my bucket hat I had worn for the last five years in the washing machine after the last vineyard work day in 2016, so I would not be surprised the assholes have pulled another "hat attack", this one not on my head at the time.
It was fixed wing aircraft overflight today, especially getting those noisy single engine aircraft out to buzz the vineyard for a few passes, maybe 10 aircraft on the day. Later, one helicopter came by. The HD motorcycle noise made its 2017 debut from the road below the cliff, and of course the perps made sure I heard that. Ditto for later this evening at this residence where the back lane "neighbor", aka perp action center, brought in two HD motorcycles for noise harassment while making dinner, a very favorite harassment situation.
The vineyard crew met the owners for the first time today; they seem like reasonable and personable people.
03-17-2017
Vineyard pruning all day today; back to cool climate viticulture. Chilly winds off the re-formed lake ice made it necessary to put on my ski jacket again. As to how the lake got ice back on it after a warming trend is in progress I have no idea.
I wore my city wear-only toque to the vineyard, as my backup one went missing. No untoward scuzzing it thankfully, the usual fate of pristine or clean objects being deployed in a rare substitution. And lo, my regular vineyard wear toque was "found" by someone yesterday, duly scuzzed up. One cannot win for losing with the perps.
03-18-2017
Saturday, and leg wax day, and lo, if the rain didn't start up when I was about to set off. I had a few prior errands to do, one being dropping off the bottles at the recycle center, as for some reason they take everything else but glass. Then to the hardware box store where the lineups at the cashiers were nonexistent when I arrived, and five deep at five cashiers when I came to purchase my items. Onto the cosmetology school for my leg wax, but then a forced piss before I was allowed to get ready. A young E. Indian girl on my W side, and the oversized instructor on the E side. I was done inside of 35 min. with two of them on me, no issue with that. The instructor is always friendly and conversational; we talk about wine and wineries, and as it turned out, about music and musicians. It seems she read the same book as I have recently, Keith Richard's "Life". More interesting conversation ensued. Then as it turns out, she was an opera singer, but then she was called away after that interesting segue.
It took the attendance of four girls to get the cash system right so I could pay for my leg wax service. The E. Indian girl was there, two trainees, and then they had to bring in this horrific blondish girl with black lipstick and four rings in her lips to help them. Then they had to bring her back again for another problem. Can we call this yet another financial transaction stalking, or just an extended event? I am so familiar with cash registers going "wrong" these days that I have become blase about it. And what is it that so interests the perps every time I pay for something, no matter the circumstances, e.g. online, in store, cash, debit card etc.? And too, returning something is a big deal for the assholes.
Back in the high-abuse and intense harassment days of 2002, it was quite obvious that financial transactions were a big deal; these male Fuckwits would suddenly arrive around me while I was at the cash desk, sometimes in these ridiculous poses where they obviously weren't shopping for anything, back facing me. I assume they were teleported in, as they arrived soundlessly and in close proximity within five seconds or less of having looked at the same location where there was no one. Who are these fuckers, and why have they been harassing the living shit out of me for nearly 15 years?
Saturday evening now; what a piss-assed "self" imposed disruption day; do this, interrupt myself and do that, go onto something else, and repeat the interruptions again from the beginning. I found that my coffee table, built under high-stress circumstances when the perps unloaded on me big time in 2002, including Ms C. of the story (27pp.) and her drama queen act, has a glue joint that somehow "failed" so it doesn't support the table top. Onto chiselling and sanding to get the old glue out and re-visit the big box hardware store to get a different glue that expands in the joint. Except that I had to take care to tape off the joint, cautiously joining only two pieces instead of three at once. Even still I had glue expanding onto the outside and needing to be wiped off with mineral spirits. Nothing like that pong to go to bed with. All part of the chemical ether perturbance I suppose. Later in the morning I find the assholes had me "forget" to put the lid on, and to add insult to injury, the humidistat controlled bathroom fan was turned off. Said fan has an annoying habit of coming on when I am listening to music, or when in the bathroom, timed to the start of my activities there.
03-19-2017
A sunny Sunday, and so off to McIntyre Bluff for a hike. Last week I did the same, except that it wasn't sunny, and it had 4" of snow on the ground. Today, hardly any snow, and mucky only in a few places. I had my usual retinue of trail stalkers, and can hardly wait until it dries up some more and I can get to my nearby "back country" sunning spots.
The HD motorcycle noise in the back lane started up when I got into my morning chest hair plucking routine. Said noise also erupted before I set off. And was there "for me", when at the top of McIntyre Bluff. Non-HD motorcycles escorted me on my way back on Hwy 97, pulling this gonzo passing stunt when I was already doing 105kph when the speed limit was 80kph. Not only that, he had all of 8 seconds to pull this idiot show off, and pulled back in the lane some 10' from my front bumper. He was the bravest of the six of them, as the rest slowly arrived to pull these same idiotic passes. Then they suddenly slowed down when there something odd on the other side, no police, but a seeming radar set up. For all that extreme road passing, the assholes ended up immediately in front of me approaching Okanagan Falls. There, Hwy 97 turns L, and if you go straight one can take the alternate route along Skaha Lake, the Eastside Road, slower, and only two lane. The motorcycle stalkers took the L route and so I went straight and took the alternate route. About 15 minutes later, who do I see in the rear view mirror? Why all the motorcycle stalkers again. The Fuckwits had re-grouped and changed their driving plans to then follow me, this time with out the gonzo driving. There is no getting away from motorcycles (noise and stalking) when the weather turns sunny, weekend or otherwise.
Too much chocolate consumption these days, and I the craving won't stop. And how many doctors have I mentioned this to and got nowhere? Perhaps 10 over the past two decades, and not a one of them is any help. Is it just me, but why are doctors so useless? I still haven't finished my pissing match with the obdurate laggard urologist, and for some reason I have been hit with a motivational lapse to deal with this fucker.
Anyhow, enough Rants from the Rabbit Hole for this week.
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Overnight Port Wine Stain Arrival
07-08-2013
I see that the windows of this stand-alone suite were replaced today, just as I was notified in advance. The owners indicated that this might be planned a month ago, but wasn't sure when it might happen. But the window installers did it in true perp style by making a mess. That is to say, there was a fine layer of pink dust from the stucco on the outside had "somehow "got inside and came down around each of the four window locations. That is, on furniture, the kitchen counter, clothes etc. Make my day assholes; I loathe messes, and this time they put the Windows Gang on me to make a mess in four locations.The installer said the old windows were leaky and making out he couldn't do anything about it. Was I allowed to ask him if he had a vacuum attachment on his saw, or if he taped the windows up before he started. No..sirr, putting Fuckwits on the spot and calling them on their BS is not allowed.
07-09-2013
I thought that port wine stains on skin, usually Caucasian skin I would think, were determined at birth, a la Gorbachev. Not only did I get two red wine moles arranged vertically on my chest and within an inch of each other back in 2005 or so, but I got a new one last night on my face. Yes...sirr, these strange and persistent things/abuses can arrive overnight, and on my R. cheekbone, where there is minimal flesh covering the location. Not directly visible face on, but evident on my R. side profile. I am infuriated that this bullshit is done to me after 11 years of this sustained abuse. Seems the perps need a dark red mark to go with the present spate of cherry picking I have been assigned to. And I see the pics of it did not turn out.
On the general abuse front, there are plasma spots, flashes in my field of view lately, often the persistent kind that stay in my vision from outside to inside and then up the stairs to the next floor. These are important transition points for the perps, who put on no end jerkarounds over egress over these critical locations. I cannot shake these light flashes from my view, and sometimes they will change color and then revert back to the first color, often green, light and dark at different events. Often the shapes are segmented lines straight or arced.
And at least six ponytail male eruptions/stalkings after work today, when driving into town. Even a "greeter" at the parking lot pay machine was part of this freakshow.
Day 2 of the window installers' mess; I put sheets over all the things I could, so guess what, I get to launder them later this week. One of the Windows Gang put an ice cream cone in my freezer using my bowl, and the asshole didn't even clean it retrieving it. And no less, "somehow" I didn't see that it was in a bowl, as the perps wiped this particular object from my visual/cognitive field when I first saw it in the freezer. I spend over an hour doing vacuming the entire floor area of the place, cleaned the counters, top of fridge etc.
And I have yet to read Dean Radin's book, The Conscious Universe, which I can rightfully blame the perps as I bought it at least two years ago and haven't turned a page. But I see Supernormal: Science, Yoga, and the Evidence for Extraordinary Psychic Abilities in the same theme, and directly addresses yoga. I have often wondered what the perp's yoga fixation is about, and this new book might provide some insight. Based on the advertising copy, I would say he is on the right track, and should be thankful he doesn't get cancered or otherwise whacked like some of the leading physics thinkers.
07-10-2013
A two hour nap attack, (though I got FUD-ed, so it might have been three hours), tea time at beginning and afterward, no dinner. I still feel wasted after the nap, a perp trademark I have come to know. Perhaps it relates to what follows; read on.
I am listening to a Bonnie Raitt CD, the re-master of Give It Up, one of my very favorite albums. To do so, the perps put me through three PC players after obstructing Windows Media Player and increasing my annoyance before the CD would finally play. And lo, if it didn't play from two sources (different software), one on top of the other. This is my fourth copy of the album; the first LP in 1973 got warped on the turntable in the sun, and the second LP seemed served me well until a generic "LP-disease" came on and caused localized warps on many of my LP's to have me replace them all in 1993 or so. (Yes, I looked after my LP's, and kept them from sun, heat, cold etc.). Then a CD was next, and now this re-master version. I first bought Give It Up in 1974, and turned a number of friends on to Bonnie Raitt's distinct talents. Back in 1990, by "fluke", I saw her win her first and fourth Grammy on TV, as I was studying at the time, and the house owner controlled the TV. It is one of my favorite albums, and perhaps that is the reason the perps put me through a long and unneeded nap in advance of playing the CD.
07-13-2013
Saturday...
A two and a half hour nap attack this afternoon, and I felt groggy for at least an hour after that. I slept an extra two hours this morning, so I did not need the sleep. (Plus, some vile dreams in progress before I awakened). The associated deal seemed to be the post nap activity of cutting up the cooked chicken in the fridge. It was the first time I cut into it, though I pulled a leg off it four days ago when the Window Gang (per above) were here. As I had the last of the prior chicken until two days ago, one could say there was chicken-overlap, having both in the fridge for three days (until yesterday), and this one was begun today. As the perps routinely noisestalk me over cutting of chicken meat, or any food item for that matter, it doesn't suprise me that they hit me with an advance nap attack.
Earlier, the laundromat stalkathon, with the parking lot duly arranged with vehicles and trailers. This time a 20' boat and trailer behind a pickup truck dominated the parking, and stayed there for the entire time, some 1.5 hours. After I returned from errands while the load was washing, a pickup with a 20' flat deck trailer pulled in beside the boat and trailer. Call it trailer-on-trailer action, for whatever reason the perps find in this particular vehicle. A few weeks ago, for two visits a week apart, they put on a camper-trailer in the same parking lot. The owner was one of the stalkers at the motel (until May 31) and didn't have either the trailer or the pickup towing vehicle then. Funny how these shiftless males can come up spades in such a short span.
They put on a negro at the laundromat this morning, he first came to stand by his active washing machine and then feign putting more money it, an absurd proposition as it didn't need money. There is nothing one can do once the load has begun to launder. Said negro returned for my return when the drying cycle was done. Not only was he looking at his laptop, a very common perp prop, he then got up to cross my path after I came by. And lo, if he didn't have his laundry in the dryer next to mine, just like his washing. Way back in 2004-2005 the perps put a negro woman on my ass, as in stalking me, at a laundromat. A car from the state of Georgia was parked outside, and she "happened" to have her laundry in the next machine. She gives me this sneering look for no reason that I could discern, and I stare back, and she then departs. Fucking weird then, and thankfully today's laundromat negro kept his head down and staring at his laptop.
I see the above mentioned port wine stain has mostly disappeared, so some reprieve from the Fourth Reich on the facial flaws front.
07-14-2013
Sunday, and a "need" to get a hike came on. I did my usual MacIntyre Bluff early enough that there wasn't hordes and herds of faux hikers to navigate past.
But no rest for tanning, as the forest ants kept crawling over me, and the bee "happened" to buzz me when I had both hands busy.
Another forced nap attack after the hike, a good two hours and the third in a week. As above, note the prior or subsequent events for a perp connection. And lo, if they didn't pull another ant invasion in the kitchen, in two places it turned out. Another freak-out from the ants, juvenile ants they are, and another clean up job, and then putting liner in the drawers so ant-like scuffs won't be mistaken for the them. I must of spent 50% or more of my free time this past week in the direct service of the perps; nap attacks, stucco dust cleanup, and ants-in-kitchen cleanup.
I see that the windows of this stand-alone suite were replaced today, just as I was notified in advance. The owners indicated that this might be planned a month ago, but wasn't sure when it might happen. But the window installers did it in true perp style by making a mess. That is to say, there was a fine layer of pink dust from the stucco on the outside had "somehow "got inside and came down around each of the four window locations. That is, on furniture, the kitchen counter, clothes etc. Make my day assholes; I loathe messes, and this time they put the Windows Gang on me to make a mess in four locations.The installer said the old windows were leaky and making out he couldn't do anything about it. Was I allowed to ask him if he had a vacuum attachment on his saw, or if he taped the windows up before he started. No..sirr, putting Fuckwits on the spot and calling them on their BS is not allowed.
07-09-2013
I thought that port wine stains on skin, usually Caucasian skin I would think, were determined at birth, a la Gorbachev. Not only did I get two red wine moles arranged vertically on my chest and within an inch of each other back in 2005 or so, but I got a new one last night on my face. Yes...sirr, these strange and persistent things/abuses can arrive overnight, and on my R. cheekbone, where there is minimal flesh covering the location. Not directly visible face on, but evident on my R. side profile. I am infuriated that this bullshit is done to me after 11 years of this sustained abuse. Seems the perps need a dark red mark to go with the present spate of cherry picking I have been assigned to. And I see the pics of it did not turn out.
On the general abuse front, there are plasma spots, flashes in my field of view lately, often the persistent kind that stay in my vision from outside to inside and then up the stairs to the next floor. These are important transition points for the perps, who put on no end jerkarounds over egress over these critical locations. I cannot shake these light flashes from my view, and sometimes they will change color and then revert back to the first color, often green, light and dark at different events. Often the shapes are segmented lines straight or arced.
And at least six ponytail male eruptions/stalkings after work today, when driving into town. Even a "greeter" at the parking lot pay machine was part of this freakshow.
Day 2 of the window installers' mess; I put sheets over all the things I could, so guess what, I get to launder them later this week. One of the Windows Gang put an ice cream cone in my freezer using my bowl, and the asshole didn't even clean it retrieving it. And no less, "somehow" I didn't see that it was in a bowl, as the perps wiped this particular object from my visual/cognitive field when I first saw it in the freezer. I spend over an hour doing vacuming the entire floor area of the place, cleaned the counters, top of fridge etc.
And I have yet to read Dean Radin's book, The Conscious Universe, which I can rightfully blame the perps as I bought it at least two years ago and haven't turned a page. But I see Supernormal: Science, Yoga, and the Evidence for Extraordinary Psychic Abilities in the same theme, and directly addresses yoga. I have often wondered what the perp's yoga fixation is about, and this new book might provide some insight. Based on the advertising copy, I would say he is on the right track, and should be thankful he doesn't get cancered or otherwise whacked like some of the leading physics thinkers.
07-10-2013
A two hour nap attack, (though I got FUD-ed, so it might have been three hours), tea time at beginning and afterward, no dinner. I still feel wasted after the nap, a perp trademark I have come to know. Perhaps it relates to what follows; read on.
I am listening to a Bonnie Raitt CD, the re-master of Give It Up, one of my very favorite albums. To do so, the perps put me through three PC players after obstructing Windows Media Player and increasing my annoyance before the CD would finally play. And lo, if it didn't play from two sources (different software), one on top of the other. This is my fourth copy of the album; the first LP in 1973 got warped on the turntable in the sun, and the second LP seemed served me well until a generic "LP-disease" came on and caused localized warps on many of my LP's to have me replace them all in 1993 or so. (Yes, I looked after my LP's, and kept them from sun, heat, cold etc.). Then a CD was next, and now this re-master version. I first bought Give It Up in 1974, and turned a number of friends on to Bonnie Raitt's distinct talents. Back in 1990, by "fluke", I saw her win her first and fourth Grammy on TV, as I was studying at the time, and the house owner controlled the TV. It is one of my favorite albums, and perhaps that is the reason the perps put me through a long and unneeded nap in advance of playing the CD.
07-13-2013
Saturday...
A two and a half hour nap attack this afternoon, and I felt groggy for at least an hour after that. I slept an extra two hours this morning, so I did not need the sleep. (Plus, some vile dreams in progress before I awakened). The associated deal seemed to be the post nap activity of cutting up the cooked chicken in the fridge. It was the first time I cut into it, though I pulled a leg off it four days ago when the Window Gang (per above) were here. As I had the last of the prior chicken until two days ago, one could say there was chicken-overlap, having both in the fridge for three days (until yesterday), and this one was begun today. As the perps routinely noisestalk me over cutting of chicken meat, or any food item for that matter, it doesn't suprise me that they hit me with an advance nap attack.
Earlier, the laundromat stalkathon, with the parking lot duly arranged with vehicles and trailers. This time a 20' boat and trailer behind a pickup truck dominated the parking, and stayed there for the entire time, some 1.5 hours. After I returned from errands while the load was washing, a pickup with a 20' flat deck trailer pulled in beside the boat and trailer. Call it trailer-on-trailer action, for whatever reason the perps find in this particular vehicle. A few weeks ago, for two visits a week apart, they put on a camper-trailer in the same parking lot. The owner was one of the stalkers at the motel (until May 31) and didn't have either the trailer or the pickup towing vehicle then. Funny how these shiftless males can come up spades in such a short span.
They put on a negro at the laundromat this morning, he first came to stand by his active washing machine and then feign putting more money it, an absurd proposition as it didn't need money. There is nothing one can do once the load has begun to launder. Said negro returned for my return when the drying cycle was done. Not only was he looking at his laptop, a very common perp prop, he then got up to cross my path after I came by. And lo, if he didn't have his laundry in the dryer next to mine, just like his washing. Way back in 2004-2005 the perps put a negro woman on my ass, as in stalking me, at a laundromat. A car from the state of Georgia was parked outside, and she "happened" to have her laundry in the next machine. She gives me this sneering look for no reason that I could discern, and I stare back, and she then departs. Fucking weird then, and thankfully today's laundromat negro kept his head down and staring at his laptop.
I see the above mentioned port wine stain has mostly disappeared, so some reprieve from the Fourth Reich on the facial flaws front.
07-14-2013
Sunday, and a "need" to get a hike came on. I did my usual MacIntyre Bluff early enough that there wasn't hordes and herds of faux hikers to navigate past.
But no rest for tanning, as the forest ants kept crawling over me, and the bee "happened" to buzz me when I had both hands busy.
Another forced nap attack after the hike, a good two hours and the third in a week. As above, note the prior or subsequent events for a perp connection. And lo, if they didn't pull another ant invasion in the kitchen, in two places it turned out. Another freak-out from the ants, juvenile ants they are, and another clean up job, and then putting liner in the drawers so ant-like scuffs won't be mistaken for the them. I must of spent 50% or more of my free time this past week in the direct service of the perps; nap attacks, stucco dust cleanup, and ants-in-kitchen cleanup.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Intercom Obstruction
11-22-2011
1315h
A piss-off to start the day, as my intercom messaging was deliberately obstructed when I find a DHL delivery note on the outside of the door, with my name on it. The delivery attempt was at 0915h, and I was here and doing yoga, so I would of heard it had it rung. So, the assholes deliberately obstructed the intercom to arrange this fuck-up and for me to carry this bright yellow post-it note paper in my pocket for my outing to the bookstore. The same bookstore as I was at yesterday with my perp-abetting mother. The usual cast of shiftless males was in constant flux around me, save the "staff member" who kept on reprising, even when I was at the checkout.
A few middle age women were on intensive gangstalking as well, one making it obvious she was on my ass and getting way too close in the line for the checkouts. And the one ahead of me had some conversation with the cashier and then went to stand 6' away while I was at the same cashier. Said gangstalker woman was then in the perfect spot to crimp my egress out of the store, post-purchase. And have I mentioned how often the perps like to gangstalk me at financial transactions? At least every week. And today, it was a repeat of yesterday, except my mother bought the items and I was beside her.
Then onto the bank to get more coins for the laundry machines, and the usual downtown Freakshow was in progress. This time, the teller was a blonde Fatgirl, though friendly and even smiled a few times. Not the usual scared shitless look I get. I suppose they wanted to put on a friendly face once and a while, but all these Fatgirls is excessive of late.
An add-on to the above intercom obstruction; last week the ex phoned around 0915h and the phone did not ring, and I was here, doing yoga at that time. And lo, if something similar doesn't happen less than a week later nearly exactly at the same time of day while I am engaging in the same activity.
11-23-201
1400h
I see that my Craigslist posting didn't post for "some reason" when I did everything right and the interface is so dog simple. All to keep me pondering why no one responds to my ad about my bed that I want to unload before I move at the end of December. Naturally, this will be the most coveted bed for research purposes in human history if I may sound aggrandizing for the moment, as it seems that the perps devote huge efforts to gangstalk me with the same colors of the matress (navy blue), its cover (lighter steel blue) each morning whenever I exit this apartment.
I had an interview this morning for four weeks of evening shifts at a forest nursery, grading, sorting and packaging plug stock seedlings. Another "group interview", with two ponytail males and two mutes as the other candidates with me. The one redcoated ponytail, who hadn't worked there before, was carrying on like a Master of Ceremonies, kibitzing with staff (whom he did not know prior to this he said), and taking me to the lunch room to meet the mutes, one of whom I had worked with at the daffodil farm. This was all before the interviewer arrived, which made it look like a total set up; how did the mutes and the redcoat ponytail know where to go in the building to hang out before meeting the interviewer. Then the blonde male ponytail dude arrives just as we are about to enter the building, as directed by the interviewer. Sliding in at the last moment dressed head to toe in black with a massive blonde ponytail coiled at his shoulders for me to see.
Anyhow, it was less an interview than showing us the job, and the usual considerations that prospective employees might have. He seemed like a regular person and wasn't doing wierd things for about the first time ever in an employment situation. Everything seemed OK for earning $10/hour, plus a completion incentive.
And after departing the building, the next batch of interviewees were there, native Indians mostly, in hoodie mode, and one saw fit to tail me to my vehicle.
Then a drive back to the First Feral Family house with my heavy red colored vehicular gangstalking contingent, and lo, if my perp-abetting mother wasn't off to Mill Bay shortly as a friend was coming to pick her up. And lo, if Mill Bay isn't opposite (due W) across Saanich Inlet from the forest nursery I was at only a half hour before. And my mother had launched into this batshit wacko suggestion about Mill Rd. (Mills as it turned out) only two days earlier when it wasn't of any use to me in getting to the forest seedling nursery.
As I stayed at the FFF house last night, I got to see the rainstorm first hand while helping my mother with her cardboad box cutting that was needed in advance for the recycle garbage that goes to the curb. And lo, if she didn't pick the fugliest carmine red raincoat to do this with, adding to the fugly color scene, as the perps are still hounding my ass over brown cardboard, and too, adding in distance dependent viewing of these fugly colors as the light conditions and reflectivity change under the streetlights in the pouring rain.
And as it "happened" the gutter was overflowing and water was pouring over it instead of reaching the downpipe. Soo.. that was my first assignment after driving the FFF vehicle into the garage, was to attend to this gutter, as in clean it out of sand from the roofing and the algae. I had to do this on a ladder, a fitting finale to getting heavy gangstalking from ladder-bearing vehicles, and ladders propped on powerpoles while driving back from the interview.
A city bus freakshow to get back to my place after cleaning the FFF gutter, that sits over the garage where I returned the FFF vehicle. A redcoat woman was on the restless pacing act at the bus stop, and the assholes had flicked rain water on the seat to keep me standing outside the bus shelter for the parade of vehicles that erupts on very suburban Tyndall Ave each time I am there.
The city bus freakshow had eight dudes ringed around me while sitting in the rearmost seat. The two fat dudes who sat in the transverse seat in front of me, one wearing shorts for crissakes and with clown-like tight curly hair to add to his Unfavored level (male over 16, fat, shorts wearing, curly hair), and to ensure that they were meant to be noticed. A petite Asian girl finally came to sit behind me, this being a 1228h #27 bus with over 30 passengers headed into downtown; very odd even with Xmas a month away. Then two negro women, one cafe-au-lait for five minutes of travel time before she got off, then in 10 mintues, another darker one who strangely walked past an availible seat and stood at the rear exit for one bus stop travel duration and then almost mechanically walked back to the vacant seat to be there when I got off with my two biddies.
Then a new internet modem by dint of the cable company offering me faster internet and TV (phone stays the same) for $20/month less, even if I don't have any use for TV. And after the installer has gone, I find out it is Wi-Fi -funny they didn't mention this as I don't want spurious EMF signals added to my life, more than I already have (1,600 Gauss measured in 2009). But as two prospective locations to where I am to move Jan. 2012 have wi-fi, it just might be all about getting me ready, as in bathing me in more EMF signals like much of the rest of the population the utility serves. And lo, if the installer didn't leave the two brown cardboard boxes behind when they always take them with them; that he slinked out didn't go unnoticed.
And my perp-abetting mother gets a call from the forest nursery and I find out that the interviewer phoned the wrong number, but anyhow, I start work on Friday at a tree nursery for four weeks, five days a week, weekends off. I will be borrowing the FFF Ford Escape vehicle each weekday at 1430h or so, and driving it to work, getting off at midnight. I expect plenty of coworkers to be wearing red, as it is a prime gangstalk color when the daylight goes to night, when one's vision shifts from retinal cones (bright light) to rods (low light), an abidding perp research interest from the get-go when this fucking insane abuse torrent was unleashe upon me in 04-2002. And handling plant roots at this time too, another insane obsession of the perps.
2130h
Another tanning salon visitation, this time they had me wait past my reservation time for 8 minutes to view the three blonde babes proceed outside, each a few minutes apart. This time, it was another female assistant's duty to show her cleavage and dip her head down with a low top to reveal ample breasts. After a "warm up" of pit lamping me with two vehicles one after the other with sidecast from their headlights, one of the blondes proceeded to her beat-up mid-1980 Ford F250 pickup outside and start the engine, turn on the headlights to illuminate the waiting area and then hallway for the length of the facility. She sat there for at least four minutes before finally departing, having executed the pre-tanning session pit-lamping from outside the tanning salon into it while I was kept isnside. On my two block walk to the tanning salon I was also "warmed up" by prior pit-lamping by at least four bicycles, three of them on this wretched strobing they now like to do with LED lights.
Once out of the tanning salon, I get the ponytail male gangstalker with an apparent swath of hair down his cheek. I go to the LD store to shop and get further gangstalked all over the place with these strange setups of dudes standing together but apparently not associated. One stood 12" or less behind the other, both still for at least five seconds, and then they proceed in file, with the follower gangstalker still on the heels of the first one. The first one was pretending not to know that there was a co-Fuckwit beside him when still, and then when walking, and I don't see how anyone could fail to notice someone on their heels. I once took a picture of this dude from across the street walking parallel to me, and a negro dude walking 2' behind him as if marching soldiers in all its ludicrousness. And lo, if the picture didn't get messed with to show that they were much further apart and the ridiculous element of this scenario was removed from my digital camera. (They could also mess with film pictures in the same way).
Back to the LD gangstalk; once these strange two dudes passed by, one serially tailing the other, there was an orange coated male Fuckwit partially obstructing the aisle, just where the dude pair stopped for five seconds to do their faux buddy clustering. And by the time I got to pass by the orange coat, why, another identical orange-coated female Fuckwit was standing on the other side of the aisle, constricting the space through which I would pass. That is to say, the female orange-coast stood exactly where the serial dude gangstalk pair stopped for this perverse five seconds, and created a constriction with a male orange-coat on the other side of the aisle. Fucking ridiculous that I cannot be allowed to walk anywhere without these strange setups over coat color, male and female variations and the rest of the insane Fuckover Freakshow which abounds everywhere I go. That I had just been at the tanning salon added to the scripted perversity, as they are always more beserk after a tanning salon visit. And plenty of extra red gangstalking vehicle out and about too.
Then in the last intersection of two before I get to my building, the ponytail male outside of the salon re-emerged from a building corner to get suddenly closer, and lo, if that seeming swath of hair wasn't a 6" long, 1.5" wide fully filled in tattoo down the side of his face. Not the most disgusting tattoo I have seen, but the most blatant. Funny how he managed to time his re-arrival after I had delayed my path back from the salon in the LD store, and pop out from behind a corner that the Fuckwits so like to do, get suddenly closer and in my face.
Enough detailing the inanity, though for the next month, Mon-Fri, it will be different in that I will be staying at the FFF house after returning the vehicle after midnight. Which will likely mean that I will take most of my usual breakfast foods there, adding yet more permutations and combinations and juxtaposition into this insane and relentless Fuckover, predicated on the abusers not wanting to come out of the closet for over 9.5 years. How fucking stupid is that?
1315h
A piss-off to start the day, as my intercom messaging was deliberately obstructed when I find a DHL delivery note on the outside of the door, with my name on it. The delivery attempt was at 0915h, and I was here and doing yoga, so I would of heard it had it rung. So, the assholes deliberately obstructed the intercom to arrange this fuck-up and for me to carry this bright yellow post-it note paper in my pocket for my outing to the bookstore. The same bookstore as I was at yesterday with my perp-abetting mother. The usual cast of shiftless males was in constant flux around me, save the "staff member" who kept on reprising, even when I was at the checkout.
A few middle age women were on intensive gangstalking as well, one making it obvious she was on my ass and getting way too close in the line for the checkouts. And the one ahead of me had some conversation with the cashier and then went to stand 6' away while I was at the same cashier. Said gangstalker woman was then in the perfect spot to crimp my egress out of the store, post-purchase. And have I mentioned how often the perps like to gangstalk me at financial transactions? At least every week. And today, it was a repeat of yesterday, except my mother bought the items and I was beside her.
Then onto the bank to get more coins for the laundry machines, and the usual downtown Freakshow was in progress. This time, the teller was a blonde Fatgirl, though friendly and even smiled a few times. Not the usual scared shitless look I get. I suppose they wanted to put on a friendly face once and a while, but all these Fatgirls is excessive of late.
An add-on to the above intercom obstruction; last week the ex phoned around 0915h and the phone did not ring, and I was here, doing yoga at that time. And lo, if something similar doesn't happen less than a week later nearly exactly at the same time of day while I am engaging in the same activity.
11-23-201
1400h
I see that my Craigslist posting didn't post for "some reason" when I did everything right and the interface is so dog simple. All to keep me pondering why no one responds to my ad about my bed that I want to unload before I move at the end of December. Naturally, this will be the most coveted bed for research purposes in human history if I may sound aggrandizing for the moment, as it seems that the perps devote huge efforts to gangstalk me with the same colors of the matress (navy blue), its cover (lighter steel blue) each morning whenever I exit this apartment.
I had an interview this morning for four weeks of evening shifts at a forest nursery, grading, sorting and packaging plug stock seedlings. Another "group interview", with two ponytail males and two mutes as the other candidates with me. The one redcoated ponytail, who hadn't worked there before, was carrying on like a Master of Ceremonies, kibitzing with staff (whom he did not know prior to this he said), and taking me to the lunch room to meet the mutes, one of whom I had worked with at the daffodil farm. This was all before the interviewer arrived, which made it look like a total set up; how did the mutes and the redcoat ponytail know where to go in the building to hang out before meeting the interviewer. Then the blonde male ponytail dude arrives just as we are about to enter the building, as directed by the interviewer. Sliding in at the last moment dressed head to toe in black with a massive blonde ponytail coiled at his shoulders for me to see.
Anyhow, it was less an interview than showing us the job, and the usual considerations that prospective employees might have. He seemed like a regular person and wasn't doing wierd things for about the first time ever in an employment situation. Everything seemed OK for earning $10/hour, plus a completion incentive.
And after departing the building, the next batch of interviewees were there, native Indians mostly, in hoodie mode, and one saw fit to tail me to my vehicle.
Then a drive back to the First Feral Family house with my heavy red colored vehicular gangstalking contingent, and lo, if my perp-abetting mother wasn't off to Mill Bay shortly as a friend was coming to pick her up. And lo, if Mill Bay isn't opposite (due W) across Saanich Inlet from the forest nursery I was at only a half hour before. And my mother had launched into this batshit wacko suggestion about Mill Rd. (Mills as it turned out) only two days earlier when it wasn't of any use to me in getting to the forest seedling nursery.
As I stayed at the FFF house last night, I got to see the rainstorm first hand while helping my mother with her cardboad box cutting that was needed in advance for the recycle garbage that goes to the curb. And lo, if she didn't pick the fugliest carmine red raincoat to do this with, adding to the fugly color scene, as the perps are still hounding my ass over brown cardboard, and too, adding in distance dependent viewing of these fugly colors as the light conditions and reflectivity change under the streetlights in the pouring rain.
And as it "happened" the gutter was overflowing and water was pouring over it instead of reaching the downpipe. Soo.. that was my first assignment after driving the FFF vehicle into the garage, was to attend to this gutter, as in clean it out of sand from the roofing and the algae. I had to do this on a ladder, a fitting finale to getting heavy gangstalking from ladder-bearing vehicles, and ladders propped on powerpoles while driving back from the interview.
A city bus freakshow to get back to my place after cleaning the FFF gutter, that sits over the garage where I returned the FFF vehicle. A redcoat woman was on the restless pacing act at the bus stop, and the assholes had flicked rain water on the seat to keep me standing outside the bus shelter for the parade of vehicles that erupts on very suburban Tyndall Ave each time I am there.
The city bus freakshow had eight dudes ringed around me while sitting in the rearmost seat. The two fat dudes who sat in the transverse seat in front of me, one wearing shorts for crissakes and with clown-like tight curly hair to add to his Unfavored level (male over 16, fat, shorts wearing, curly hair), and to ensure that they were meant to be noticed. A petite Asian girl finally came to sit behind me, this being a 1228h #27 bus with over 30 passengers headed into downtown; very odd even with Xmas a month away. Then two negro women, one cafe-au-lait for five minutes of travel time before she got off, then in 10 mintues, another darker one who strangely walked past an availible seat and stood at the rear exit for one bus stop travel duration and then almost mechanically walked back to the vacant seat to be there when I got off with my two biddies.
Then a new internet modem by dint of the cable company offering me faster internet and TV (phone stays the same) for $20/month less, even if I don't have any use for TV. And after the installer has gone, I find out it is Wi-Fi -funny they didn't mention this as I don't want spurious EMF signals added to my life, more than I already have (1,600 Gauss measured in 2009). But as two prospective locations to where I am to move Jan. 2012 have wi-fi, it just might be all about getting me ready, as in bathing me in more EMF signals like much of the rest of the population the utility serves. And lo, if the installer didn't leave the two brown cardboard boxes behind when they always take them with them; that he slinked out didn't go unnoticed.
And my perp-abetting mother gets a call from the forest nursery and I find out that the interviewer phoned the wrong number, but anyhow, I start work on Friday at a tree nursery for four weeks, five days a week, weekends off. I will be borrowing the FFF Ford Escape vehicle each weekday at 1430h or so, and driving it to work, getting off at midnight. I expect plenty of coworkers to be wearing red, as it is a prime gangstalk color when the daylight goes to night, when one's vision shifts from retinal cones (bright light) to rods (low light), an abidding perp research interest from the get-go when this fucking insane abuse torrent was unleashe upon me in 04-2002. And handling plant roots at this time too, another insane obsession of the perps.
2130h
Another tanning salon visitation, this time they had me wait past my reservation time for 8 minutes to view the three blonde babes proceed outside, each a few minutes apart. This time, it was another female assistant's duty to show her cleavage and dip her head down with a low top to reveal ample breasts. After a "warm up" of pit lamping me with two vehicles one after the other with sidecast from their headlights, one of the blondes proceeded to her beat-up mid-1980 Ford F250 pickup outside and start the engine, turn on the headlights to illuminate the waiting area and then hallway for the length of the facility. She sat there for at least four minutes before finally departing, having executed the pre-tanning session pit-lamping from outside the tanning salon into it while I was kept isnside. On my two block walk to the tanning salon I was also "warmed up" by prior pit-lamping by at least four bicycles, three of them on this wretched strobing they now like to do with LED lights.
Once out of the tanning salon, I get the ponytail male gangstalker with an apparent swath of hair down his cheek. I go to the LD store to shop and get further gangstalked all over the place with these strange setups of dudes standing together but apparently not associated. One stood 12" or less behind the other, both still for at least five seconds, and then they proceed in file, with the follower gangstalker still on the heels of the first one. The first one was pretending not to know that there was a co-Fuckwit beside him when still, and then when walking, and I don't see how anyone could fail to notice someone on their heels. I once took a picture of this dude from across the street walking parallel to me, and a negro dude walking 2' behind him as if marching soldiers in all its ludicrousness. And lo, if the picture didn't get messed with to show that they were much further apart and the ridiculous element of this scenario was removed from my digital camera. (They could also mess with film pictures in the same way).
Back to the LD gangstalk; once these strange two dudes passed by, one serially tailing the other, there was an orange coated male Fuckwit partially obstructing the aisle, just where the dude pair stopped for five seconds to do their faux buddy clustering. And by the time I got to pass by the orange coat, why, another identical orange-coated female Fuckwit was standing on the other side of the aisle, constricting the space through which I would pass. That is to say, the female orange-coast stood exactly where the serial dude gangstalk pair stopped for this perverse five seconds, and created a constriction with a male orange-coat on the other side of the aisle. Fucking ridiculous that I cannot be allowed to walk anywhere without these strange setups over coat color, male and female variations and the rest of the insane Fuckover Freakshow which abounds everywhere I go. That I had just been at the tanning salon added to the scripted perversity, as they are always more beserk after a tanning salon visit. And plenty of extra red gangstalking vehicle out and about too.
Then in the last intersection of two before I get to my building, the ponytail male outside of the salon re-emerged from a building corner to get suddenly closer, and lo, if that seeming swath of hair wasn't a 6" long, 1.5" wide fully filled in tattoo down the side of his face. Not the most disgusting tattoo I have seen, but the most blatant. Funny how he managed to time his re-arrival after I had delayed my path back from the salon in the LD store, and pop out from behind a corner that the Fuckwits so like to do, get suddenly closer and in my face.
Enough detailing the inanity, though for the next month, Mon-Fri, it will be different in that I will be staying at the FFF house after returning the vehicle after midnight. Which will likely mean that I will take most of my usual breakfast foods there, adding yet more permutations and combinations and juxtaposition into this insane and relentless Fuckover, predicated on the abusers not wanting to come out of the closet for over 9.5 years. How fucking stupid is that?
Thursday, March 04, 2010
Beeping and Tapping + 03-05-2010 Update
1340h
More screaming at the assholes starting the blog posting as some of my typing just disappeared off this page. This is the Thursday post yoga noise attack, lead by the Tapping of the Infinite Tent Peg in all its sonic variations, as in no ostensible cause or source from where this is happening. And the tapping attacks have increased in the past three months, so what is it that "needs" this kind of attention and yet there is no supporting activity that could generate the noise. Now, clunking has erupted; describing these absurdities also begets more noise, usually from overhead.
The backup beeper noises have been near steady this morning, covering me while breakfast making and then eating. And even now, joining the tapping attacks.
Now the most loathed sounds of all, the Harley Davidson motorcycle noise, has erupted, continuing the bullshit that started while making lunch. The same lunch and dinner recipe I have made for the last six years, and counting.
As mentioned many times, the perps go extra beserk after all the spine stretching of yoga, putting on their finest vagrants and freaks for me. Today's Top Freak award for the post-yoga walk back to my place goes to the Fuckwit dressed entirely in black, with a black Cordura duffle bag slung from his shoulder (not unlike the one I recently bought), doing the run and walk thing. He couldn't walk as fast as I was, so he would run to get ahead of me, then walk, then allow me to catch up, and then run. I crossed the street to be free from this Fuckwit, and here he was continuing this dumbshit act in parallel, staying even with from across the street. There were a few wheelchair acts, male skinheads, obesers doing the waddle and redcoats to fill out the freak/gangstalker show. A ten minute walk at best, and yet they are all over me after no end of thimping and clunking noises through yoga, with the odd noise thrown in that is very familiar to be at my apartment. This noise tracking, keeping the same noise set in whatever location I am in, seems to be a big perp interest of late, all to neurally map me in differing locations to the same response energetics/stimuli.
Afte last night's relative abuse-free activity of entering in al my monthly data into Quicken didn't last long. As soon as I shut down the PC they were fucking me with pulling things from my grasp, running me into the wall (having me overbalancw while making a corner), and other abuses to get me vocalizing. There has been an innundation of black lint of late; it shows up stuck to my toe, in the bath or shower, behind the toilet in a small pond of water, and on my bed. They have graduated from mid-grey lint to black lint, so maybe white lint is next.
1410h
Now the overhead pounding noises have erupted along with the tapping noise, the latter changing in tone to emulate someone slowly tapping a hollow wood structure. Then the no-cause street sourced chirpings have also joined the cacaphony that seems to be gaining in tempo and volume.
We get a new yoga instructor in three weeks time, the present one is going off to Seattle to do a month's course and to then bring her expertise into the yoga shop she also teaches at. The cynic in me says that she is getting her "buyout", though I suspect the perps are highly careful about which yoga teacher leads the class that I am in. The last yoga instructor lasted only nine months, and was gorgeous to look at in all her curves, so maybe the perps don't want to have distracting females as yoga instructors. The replacement yoga teacher will be one that we had before, and who moved to Edmonton. I asked if she was moving back and I didn't get a straight answer, which suggests that she might have alternate transportation, aka teleportation. That way, whatever Edmonton, Alberta energies that she may have could be exposed during yoga class. Just speculating here of course, but there is a huge perp interest in provenance, and that includes where humans are from, and often in the prior few seconds. One class we had some three years ago, there was a woman who spoke as if she was from the Bronx, the second time I have ever heard such an accent here, and then she never came back to the class, not once. Whether that was all an act or if in fact she teleported from the Bronx I will never know, but it was highly strange at the time, and since.
The present yoga teacher was originally from Sweden, lived with her diplomat parents in Hungary, and took english classes at the American school there. I suppose she would have at least Swedish and Hungarian "energies", and maybe the perps need to change it up, and get a Albertan as the instructor. I had a Swedish swim coach for some six years, and a Quebecois one before that, so it is interesting to see rotations of the players with extended contact time (e.g. coaches, instructors) to have repeating provenances.
2255h
I am back from my Oracle DBA course tonight; another missed bus getting back, the bus leaving two minutes early again. And of course my database shutdowns took longer than expected, and that had to be done first before I could leave. And somehow, I started them later than usual, getting stymied by the planted notion that we might continue the practical exercise at 2115h, when it didn't come to be.
On the outbound bus one of my forestry colleagues "happened" to get on the bus as he lives out that way. He just sauntered to the rear row seat where I was and pretended not to notice me. I haven't seen him for at least three years, and he did look considerably older, and didn't say anything about me being so much younger looking, as the difference was startling. It seems that the former office I worked in is in another bind of bugetary woe, and more budget reductions are coming. The overall Ministry of Forests budget got whacked from one $billion to $600 million, a 40% cut for their upcoming budget year. Brutal; just one of those passing-the-time jobs now, coasting into retirement it would seem, though I am not referencing him specifically. He was the same colleague that was driving his deep green VW Beetle (old kind) att 0630h in summer 2008, when I was on my way to the bulb crew bus pickup. Here he was driving on the wrong side of the road, the side where I was (E. Blanshard), running diagonally through the Pandora and Blanshard intersection (two way six lanes cross four one way lanes), that had been cleared of traffic, as was the oncoming Blanshard St traffic, and within a city block he managed to get his vehicle back on the right side of the road so he could make a left hand turn at the next traffic light. And of course I wasn't allowed to ask him about that stunt and what might have prompted him to drive so bizarrely at that time of the morning, still at least an hour too early for government work. I blogged it then, and if I don't get my recall or motivation attacked, I will attempt to get the link.
-- added part, 03-05-2010
Just before my forestry colleague arrived at the back bench seat I noticed a negro in almost-clown clothing standing and hugging the vertical bar at the rear doors, 10' away, even when there were plenty of seats availible. The shadows were turned up to put him in more dim lighting, and even with seats availible he stands and obstructs half of the rear exit, forcing passengers to exit in front of him, his back to me. My colleague arrives and distracts me, and the next thing I see (am allowed to see is my vocabulary), is this same negro now moved two seats away, 5' away, back facing me. For about the next ten minutes I am talking and listening to my colleague, and he his sitting there in his white ball cap and high sheen blue jacket. Eventually he departs, but I did not see him go, so I assume I was distracted.
Prior to the negro, and just when about to board the bus, a male Fuckwit noiselessly arrives beside me in a mid blue jacket with large black panels on it, he staring at his cell phone screen. He has packed dense hair, similar to what negroes often have. He sits in the forward seats, I sit on the rear bench some 18' away, and a blonde woman arrives and sits between us. Call it "blonde-ing" if you like. Then within a stop she gets up and sits in front of this Fuckwit, seeming to now provide her blonde-ness as "backing" for the Fuckwit. Then I somehow lost track of who is who on the bus as there was a sudden influx of passengers, and my forestry colleague arrived, per above. Could it be that this was a "graduated exposure with blonde (Favored) association/visual intervention" to tight packed male hair, similar to that commonly found in negroes? And in advance of the negro arriving no less, getting me prepared for the real thing. Could be, though the later arriving negro had his hair covered in a white ball cap, and kept his back to me at all times; I wasn't allowed to see his face nor track his progress as he incrementally moved closer. I have noticed this black tight packed non-typical Caucasian hairstyle arriving in front of me on the bus for the last year, and wasn't allowed to figure out what it was about, though it had (or more like, I was assigned) an odious connotation, something new to me, as I usually don't care much for hair looks, save the freaky mophead look, or contrivances like the mohawk look. Call it "negro feature incremental exposure" for a long winded name, something the perps are working assiduously on of late, the real thing needing incremental exposure, initiating with having the negro in dim lighting conditions. Same old, same old. As before, I had two negroes working for me in 198 to 1999, I had a negro co-worker and later boss from 1999 to 2002, and they were all fine people and I got along with them just fine, even socializing with the last mentioned person, enough to consider him a friend.
Which begs the question, posed here many times, what is it that preoccupies the perps in placing negroes and thier surrogates around me, and that they must do this in an incremental fashion, distracting me from seeing them get closer? I suspect a major clue lies in the photos of the Indian Lake Project, check it out at the right if I get fucked into "forgetting" to add a link.
-- end of 03-05-2010 update
More weirdness at the DBA course; the instructor was fretting out loud as to me being behind on my labs and then doesn't tell me about a script from the lab that doesn't run and hangs the session, and that others had been through it, causing a shutdown-abort. Like WTF; if he genuinely wanted to expedite my progress, then why didn't he tell me to avoid the pitfalls of a particular problem script?
And my desk was adorned with someone's black coat and black cordura briefcase when arrived in the classroom tonight. It "so happened" that the substitute teacher for next Tuesday was there and somehow had managed to place his belongings on my desk when going through the class work with the instructor. Like WTF? why does it always happen to me? And that is a question I often asked myself over my lifetime decades, as it seemed that someone was ready to jump on me for something, and the situation usually created by some kind of adverstiy that no one else experienced.
One such was a new command to change the Oracle SID before starting a session with a particular database. Everyone seemed to know about it and could then keep all their database instances, but I had to learn it the hard way by having the instance fail twice, and the instructor over to rag my ass, once because of a total mindfuck, being in the wrong instance and issuing a command. I was damn sure I started in the correct terminal window, and yet somehow I wasn't when the instructor came by. The perps now have the sensation of "damn sure" under their control, as I have noticed a few of these "happening" over the past nine months or so. Somehow, they mind fucked me or changed the terminal session when it was covered over by another window, and that was cause for the instructor to go on about all the windows I had open and that they should be organized. They were organized, except I didn't know how to start an rcat instance as the command hadn't been given in the last class, and per above, everyone seemed to know it. The perps tell me that the rest of the class gets extra classes prior to the Tues/Thurs evening format, though I cannot be sure, though it would not surprise me.
And what is the deal with the two immediate class members wearing red shirts tonight, almost the same color hue? The one to my immediate left wasn't in my view, so it didn't matter much. But the guy in my view, and who sometimes likes to block it, revealed his red shirt after some 20 minutes of class time, taking off his black jacket then. And lo, if the extracurricular ponytailed male visitor didn't also wear a red shirt tonght. For three classes now, he arrives unnoticed by me, sets up in my right peripheral vision and is behind at least two other class members, and isn't noticed until he makes a noise or stands up or departs for a short time. He does his exit, and then entrance again, and the instructor hasn't kicked him out. All for me to see his disgusting ponytail made of scraggly wirey hair.
Then one of my bus travel "buddies", a woman with a large bright pink bag got off immediately ahead of me, and then some 30 minutes later, why, she "happens" to be walking the hallway outside the classroom with her pink handbag on show.
Thats all the trivia tonight, and not much for tomorrow as I will be wall building at my in-town brother's place, and he making it plain that he won't be around much to help me. (Translated from perp history; many things will go wrong and they love me to swear and rage without Feral Family around).
More screaming at the assholes starting the blog posting as some of my typing just disappeared off this page. This is the Thursday post yoga noise attack, lead by the Tapping of the Infinite Tent Peg in all its sonic variations, as in no ostensible cause or source from where this is happening. And the tapping attacks have increased in the past three months, so what is it that "needs" this kind of attention and yet there is no supporting activity that could generate the noise. Now, clunking has erupted; describing these absurdities also begets more noise, usually from overhead.
The backup beeper noises have been near steady this morning, covering me while breakfast making and then eating. And even now, joining the tapping attacks.
Now the most loathed sounds of all, the Harley Davidson motorcycle noise, has erupted, continuing the bullshit that started while making lunch. The same lunch and dinner recipe I have made for the last six years, and counting.
As mentioned many times, the perps go extra beserk after all the spine stretching of yoga, putting on their finest vagrants and freaks for me. Today's Top Freak award for the post-yoga walk back to my place goes to the Fuckwit dressed entirely in black, with a black Cordura duffle bag slung from his shoulder (not unlike the one I recently bought), doing the run and walk thing. He couldn't walk as fast as I was, so he would run to get ahead of me, then walk, then allow me to catch up, and then run. I crossed the street to be free from this Fuckwit, and here he was continuing this dumbshit act in parallel, staying even with from across the street. There were a few wheelchair acts, male skinheads, obesers doing the waddle and redcoats to fill out the freak/gangstalker show. A ten minute walk at best, and yet they are all over me after no end of thimping and clunking noises through yoga, with the odd noise thrown in that is very familiar to be at my apartment. This noise tracking, keeping the same noise set in whatever location I am in, seems to be a big perp interest of late, all to neurally map me in differing locations to the same response energetics/stimuli.
Afte last night's relative abuse-free activity of entering in al my monthly data into Quicken didn't last long. As soon as I shut down the PC they were fucking me with pulling things from my grasp, running me into the wall (having me overbalancw while making a corner), and other abuses to get me vocalizing. There has been an innundation of black lint of late; it shows up stuck to my toe, in the bath or shower, behind the toilet in a small pond of water, and on my bed. They have graduated from mid-grey lint to black lint, so maybe white lint is next.
1410h
Now the overhead pounding noises have erupted along with the tapping noise, the latter changing in tone to emulate someone slowly tapping a hollow wood structure. Then the no-cause street sourced chirpings have also joined the cacaphony that seems to be gaining in tempo and volume.
We get a new yoga instructor in three weeks time, the present one is going off to Seattle to do a month's course and to then bring her expertise into the yoga shop she also teaches at. The cynic in me says that she is getting her "buyout", though I suspect the perps are highly careful about which yoga teacher leads the class that I am in. The last yoga instructor lasted only nine months, and was gorgeous to look at in all her curves, so maybe the perps don't want to have distracting females as yoga instructors. The replacement yoga teacher will be one that we had before, and who moved to Edmonton. I asked if she was moving back and I didn't get a straight answer, which suggests that she might have alternate transportation, aka teleportation. That way, whatever Edmonton, Alberta energies that she may have could be exposed during yoga class. Just speculating here of course, but there is a huge perp interest in provenance, and that includes where humans are from, and often in the prior few seconds. One class we had some three years ago, there was a woman who spoke as if she was from the Bronx, the second time I have ever heard such an accent here, and then she never came back to the class, not once. Whether that was all an act or if in fact she teleported from the Bronx I will never know, but it was highly strange at the time, and since.
The present yoga teacher was originally from Sweden, lived with her diplomat parents in Hungary, and took english classes at the American school there. I suppose she would have at least Swedish and Hungarian "energies", and maybe the perps need to change it up, and get a Albertan as the instructor. I had a Swedish swim coach for some six years, and a Quebecois one before that, so it is interesting to see rotations of the players with extended contact time (e.g. coaches, instructors) to have repeating provenances.
2255h
I am back from my Oracle DBA course tonight; another missed bus getting back, the bus leaving two minutes early again. And of course my database shutdowns took longer than expected, and that had to be done first before I could leave. And somehow, I started them later than usual, getting stymied by the planted notion that we might continue the practical exercise at 2115h, when it didn't come to be.
On the outbound bus one of my forestry colleagues "happened" to get on the bus as he lives out that way. He just sauntered to the rear row seat where I was and pretended not to notice me. I haven't seen him for at least three years, and he did look considerably older, and didn't say anything about me being so much younger looking, as the difference was startling. It seems that the former office I worked in is in another bind of bugetary woe, and more budget reductions are coming. The overall Ministry of Forests budget got whacked from one $billion to $600 million, a 40% cut for their upcoming budget year. Brutal; just one of those passing-the-time jobs now, coasting into retirement it would seem, though I am not referencing him specifically. He was the same colleague that was driving his deep green VW Beetle (old kind) att 0630h in summer 2008, when I was on my way to the bulb crew bus pickup. Here he was driving on the wrong side of the road, the side where I was (E. Blanshard), running diagonally through the Pandora and Blanshard intersection (two way six lanes cross four one way lanes), that had been cleared of traffic, as was the oncoming Blanshard St traffic, and within a city block he managed to get his vehicle back on the right side of the road so he could make a left hand turn at the next traffic light. And of course I wasn't allowed to ask him about that stunt and what might have prompted him to drive so bizarrely at that time of the morning, still at least an hour too early for government work. I blogged it then, and if I don't get my recall or motivation attacked, I will attempt to get the link.
-- added part, 03-05-2010
Just before my forestry colleague arrived at the back bench seat I noticed a negro in almost-clown clothing standing and hugging the vertical bar at the rear doors, 10' away, even when there were plenty of seats availible. The shadows were turned up to put him in more dim lighting, and even with seats availible he stands and obstructs half of the rear exit, forcing passengers to exit in front of him, his back to me. My colleague arrives and distracts me, and the next thing I see (am allowed to see is my vocabulary), is this same negro now moved two seats away, 5' away, back facing me. For about the next ten minutes I am talking and listening to my colleague, and he his sitting there in his white ball cap and high sheen blue jacket. Eventually he departs, but I did not see him go, so I assume I was distracted.
Prior to the negro, and just when about to board the bus, a male Fuckwit noiselessly arrives beside me in a mid blue jacket with large black panels on it, he staring at his cell phone screen. He has packed dense hair, similar to what negroes often have. He sits in the forward seats, I sit on the rear bench some 18' away, and a blonde woman arrives and sits between us. Call it "blonde-ing" if you like. Then within a stop she gets up and sits in front of this Fuckwit, seeming to now provide her blonde-ness as "backing" for the Fuckwit. Then I somehow lost track of who is who on the bus as there was a sudden influx of passengers, and my forestry colleague arrived, per above. Could it be that this was a "graduated exposure with blonde (Favored) association/visual intervention" to tight packed male hair, similar to that commonly found in negroes? And in advance of the negro arriving no less, getting me prepared for the real thing. Could be, though the later arriving negro had his hair covered in a white ball cap, and kept his back to me at all times; I wasn't allowed to see his face nor track his progress as he incrementally moved closer. I have noticed this black tight packed non-typical Caucasian hairstyle arriving in front of me on the bus for the last year, and wasn't allowed to figure out what it was about, though it had (or more like, I was assigned) an odious connotation, something new to me, as I usually don't care much for hair looks, save the freaky mophead look, or contrivances like the mohawk look. Call it "negro feature incremental exposure" for a long winded name, something the perps are working assiduously on of late, the real thing needing incremental exposure, initiating with having the negro in dim lighting conditions. Same old, same old. As before, I had two negroes working for me in 198 to 1999, I had a negro co-worker and later boss from 1999 to 2002, and they were all fine people and I got along with them just fine, even socializing with the last mentioned person, enough to consider him a friend.
Which begs the question, posed here many times, what is it that preoccupies the perps in placing negroes and thier surrogates around me, and that they must do this in an incremental fashion, distracting me from seeing them get closer? I suspect a major clue lies in the photos of the Indian Lake Project, check it out at the right if I get fucked into "forgetting" to add a link.
-- end of 03-05-2010 update
More weirdness at the DBA course; the instructor was fretting out loud as to me being behind on my labs and then doesn't tell me about a script from the lab that doesn't run and hangs the session, and that others had been through it, causing a shutdown-abort. Like WTF; if he genuinely wanted to expedite my progress, then why didn't he tell me to avoid the pitfalls of a particular problem script?
And my desk was adorned with someone's black coat and black cordura briefcase when arrived in the classroom tonight. It "so happened" that the substitute teacher for next Tuesday was there and somehow had managed to place his belongings on my desk when going through the class work with the instructor. Like WTF? why does it always happen to me? And that is a question I often asked myself over my lifetime decades, as it seemed that someone was ready to jump on me for something, and the situation usually created by some kind of adverstiy that no one else experienced.
One such was a new command to change the Oracle SID before starting a session with a particular database. Everyone seemed to know about it and could then keep all their database instances, but I had to learn it the hard way by having the instance fail twice, and the instructor over to rag my ass, once because of a total mindfuck, being in the wrong instance and issuing a command. I was damn sure I started in the correct terminal window, and yet somehow I wasn't when the instructor came by. The perps now have the sensation of "damn sure" under their control, as I have noticed a few of these "happening" over the past nine months or so. Somehow, they mind fucked me or changed the terminal session when it was covered over by another window, and that was cause for the instructor to go on about all the windows I had open and that they should be organized. They were organized, except I didn't know how to start an rcat instance as the command hadn't been given in the last class, and per above, everyone seemed to know it. The perps tell me that the rest of the class gets extra classes prior to the Tues/Thurs evening format, though I cannot be sure, though it would not surprise me.
And what is the deal with the two immediate class members wearing red shirts tonight, almost the same color hue? The one to my immediate left wasn't in my view, so it didn't matter much. But the guy in my view, and who sometimes likes to block it, revealed his red shirt after some 20 minutes of class time, taking off his black jacket then. And lo, if the extracurricular ponytailed male visitor didn't also wear a red shirt tonght. For three classes now, he arrives unnoticed by me, sets up in my right peripheral vision and is behind at least two other class members, and isn't noticed until he makes a noise or stands up or departs for a short time. He does his exit, and then entrance again, and the instructor hasn't kicked him out. All for me to see his disgusting ponytail made of scraggly wirey hair.
Then one of my bus travel "buddies", a woman with a large bright pink bag got off immediately ahead of me, and then some 30 minutes later, why, she "happens" to be walking the hallway outside the classroom with her pink handbag on show.
Thats all the trivia tonight, and not much for tomorrow as I will be wall building at my in-town brother's place, and he making it plain that he won't be around much to help me. (Translated from perp history; many things will go wrong and they love me to swear and rage without Feral Family around).
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Operative Herd on Room Shaking Duty
1110h
Since I got back from the grocery store, another mega-gangstalked event, the operatives have been filing out of this building frat house style, slamming the front door which serves as the "causal agent" to shake my room. One after the other, a mass migration, one at a time. The entire putative rooming house of 16 units has turned over at least once this morning. It does make me wonder what the next residence location is going to offer the assholes, as they have it all their way at present. That includes two vacuuming efforts in the hallway yesterday, which still left a trail of white colored debris, the toilet paper and plastic bag fragments litter trail, to lead from my door to the bathroom, only 3' away.
More race-based gangstaking at the grocery store earlier; the black dude gangstalker who cruised in awfully close to the checkout line in which I was last, then partially encircled me to hang around at the next checkout, closed, for a half minute and did no shopping. He was totally scripted to hang around there and do nothing in the way of genuine activity. Then he took off and came back a minute later, only to repeat this idiotic exercise again, 4' away. After a half minute, the Asian dude in navy blue arrived as a faux customer, hanging in the checkout lineup. He later went into sentry mode, where he stands still, this time back facing me, and stays still for about 20 seconds. Meanwhile, the long haired fucker in front of me had a bad case of itching hair, and kept up his scalp scratching act for as long as he was in the checkout line ahead of me, some two minutes. And the fact that he fit another demographic, the pony-tailed male, also "didn't occur to me". And that in itself is another example of a mind-fuck, where they are deleting my knowledge of their fuckery games while engaging in that specific activity. No Big Girl on duty at the grocery store today, as she has been there for nearly all weekday visits of the last two weeks. Maybe the perps decided that there was too much connection, and pulled her act. She must be someone I know who is in morph-over form.
As these "mental lapses" are occuring more often, and are situationally applied, I can only suspect that they are fucking with me all the more to cover their squalid tracks.
The usual plasma in the dark hallway when I got back; this is a daily given where they feign some kind of light to dark transition "eyesight problem" but supplying a plasmic fog of multi-colored spatter for me to walk through. It is about time some asshole explained this, as these vision assaults are constant now.
1610h
A visit to the doctor turned into a massive gangstalk in the waiting room. They brought in two huge 300 lb women to sit around, and the blonde woman who shows up at Tuesday yoga also "happened" to be there. Then after 5 minutes or so, she departed, not the usual waiting room behavior, but that is not uncommon amongst the freak show I have around me. As she crossed in front of me some 4' away, and on the opposite side of a low table, a red plasma flash went off for a second or less. Then 5 minutes she" showed up" again, sitting on the opposite side, and I never saw her re-enter the waiting area. She was on sentry duty at the doors to the clinician's only area, and to no surprise, was still there when I exited. She is a seen-before, and I don't know where, or else I am being fucked with in thinking that.
I got the doctor's "assistant" routine again while in his office; another Asian, this fellow being very fair skinned, abeit with black hair. So it would seem that the perps are going for an Asian skin tone color palette, and needed an "extra" to compare to the doctor.
It was most curious how that very red paper clip got on the floor of his office and remained there for the consult. Between the two of them, they couldn't of missed it. The doctor's new line is that he doesn't doubt that all these strange events are occuring, it is just that I need medication to help me deal with it. Har, har. That saves doing battle with him, as I am sure he had no choice as to refusing to play the game.
I takes 25 minutes to walk to the doctor's office, and for the second doctor visit in four weeks, the rain "happened" to be starting up just before I departed. I was allowed to wear a hat this time. And it almost goes without saying that the gangstalkers were out in force. The 2006 census reported near zero population growth for this area of Victoria called Oak Bay, and yet the traffic is horrific. The perps must of added at least 500 vehicles on in both directions. There were the usual clusters of reds, whites, greys and black vehicles, with selective addition of yellows, brown, greens and blues. The selective addition vehicles are usually accompanied by an escort of black, white and/or silver-grey vehicles.
It was a semi-eventful walk; I got the faux blind man and his rabelous cohort stunt, the latter on pointing and waving duty, who mysterious went ahead of his colleague as we were about to pass by. This momentarily left the blind man alone to observe, and he was following my movements toward him, and eventually past him, with his cane. His eyes looked normal as well and he had a big smile on his face. The whole stunt was likely to get me to vocalize that he didn't seem to blind to me. Then the rabelous one got into voicing something as I kept walking away.
This same stunt played out on the way home, almost at the same location with a woman with a stroller with various plastic rain protection on it who was getting into sidewalk territorial games, and who then forced me off the sidewalk. She then got into a long ramble about blaming me for being a sidewalk hog, telling me I needed to be a waiter and on and on as I kept walking. Two identical stunts of setting up some verbal interaction and having the operative keep babbling on after I have walked on. Fucking absurd.
I got a two sides brown ambulatory gangstalk enroute to the doctor's office. It so "happens" at this location there is a 8' long run of brown colored paint in the road gutter, next to the curb. And lo, if the brown coated gangstalker with a plastic hair bonnet didn't jaywalk across a four lane busy road that momentarily "happened" to be free of traffic, and end up on the sidewalk ahead of me and serving as a brown color source on my left side, and the brown paint on the road was on my right side. A brown color gauntlet in effect, and this play is more common of late, also "happening" for red and green as well. The local landscaping has a 30' run of a certain kind of hedge that has red leaves when they first flush in the spring. This hedge lines the sidewalk, and it is no stretch of imagination that the parked vehicles lining the street side of the sidewalk are most often a similar crimson red, set up for me to walk this red-lined gauntlet cum sidewalk. Someone had that planned out long ago.
This same activity of getting a color profile over the width of the road location I am at played out in grey three days ago, 03-19-2007, where there were two grey dressed gangstalkers walking in parallel on either side of the street, and another operative was pushing a grey plastic tote bin on wheels between them.
The ambulatory gangstalking followers are staying on me for longer I noticed today. They start them out by leading ahead and walking the same route that I am. Eventually I catch up and walk ahead. The line of sight interaction time is at least 10 minutes, and I had one of these in each direction. I also stopped at a store, a regular stop if I am in the neighborhood, and lo, if the person who strangely stood behind me at the traffic lights, also "happened" to be in the store, and somehow "I" forgot to check on this follower as she had already made her motives plain.
Earlier today, I got my native Indian ambulatory gangstalker male in exactly the same on-sidewalk location when coming and going to the grocery store. I haven't quite figured out why they need to plant the same person in the same place in opposite directions, but this is done more often.
And many cases of bright orange red clothes when I was returning from the doctor's office. There were at least three on the inbound leg, one being an absurd Bay blanket coat on this old duffer with a dark green walker, and two blue colored vehicles from opposite directions were waiting for us to clear this side road so they could cover our tracks.
1700h
Any uncontrolled thought or visualization begets me overhead pounding; the assholes had not made any warning noise, and out of the blue, the pounding starts up again. Earlier, while rinsing a dinner plate in the sink with the water running, the assholes put on a big clunk sound and a coincident zap. This confirms my suspicion of this bizarre fixation of noisestalking me doing the dishes.
2045h
I spent an hour cleaning up my movie bookmarks, some 18,000 of them (true), one of "my" pastimes when on the PC, in the hope I will be free enough one day to view them. That maybe two lifetimes worth even, though I am certain some paring down will be in order as some of the "cult film" sites are too indulgent in promoting mediocre movies for the sake of genre religion. It almost goes without saying that bookmarking, and the maintenance of them, is a perp noisetalked event, one very much to their liking. They seem to have no end of need for every variation of activity related to bookmarking and maintaining the file. The Firefox bookmark manager is much perferred over the MS Explorer equivalent.
Another suck job, vacuuming in the hallway, an unprecendented two days in succession, but I haven't looked to see if the trail of white color chads made of toilet paper and plastic were sucked up this time.
I got a ladder visitation for dinner tonight. In the adjacent parking lot outside my window, a large black pickup arrived with a 20' ladder with extensions. Just before taking the tortillas off the stove, he drove his pickup in front of the window between this and the building opposite, and of course the ladder passing by. He, and others, erected the ladder and put on some kind of roof maintenance show for about 20 minutes, while I had finished the dinner and the dishes and was back at this PC. They then drove out again, passing the ladder by within 3' of the building I am in. Regular readers will know that ladders on trades vans and pickups are ubiquitous in this city, and are in great profusion for any vehicular gangstalking activity.
2200h
I am getting some heavy irradiation of something off my LCD panel and it is causing vision problems. One last news item; in the past I have noted a number of suffocation deaths that occured in the past two years, in the form of disasters, e.g. mine explosions, ferry capsizings, the Helios aircraft crash where it ran out of oxygen, building collapses and a few more that don't come to mind. And I see another mining disaster in Russia, and I would not be surprised that the perp assholes were behind this. I repeat, there is something they want to know about earth-human energetics interaction that they need slowly dying bodies for, and all the better if this can be conducted at differing elevations and ground depths.
Anyhow, I am shooting my mouth off here, but there are too many coincidences with respect to these events, and the mode of death is the constant, asphyxiation. As these kinds of disasters had abated, I was hopeful we would not see any more in such quantity. But from my perch, it is situation normal, more disasters for the perp's quest.
Time to blogg off and call this done.
Since I got back from the grocery store, another mega-gangstalked event, the operatives have been filing out of this building frat house style, slamming the front door which serves as the "causal agent" to shake my room. One after the other, a mass migration, one at a time. The entire putative rooming house of 16 units has turned over at least once this morning. It does make me wonder what the next residence location is going to offer the assholes, as they have it all their way at present. That includes two vacuuming efforts in the hallway yesterday, which still left a trail of white colored debris, the toilet paper and plastic bag fragments litter trail, to lead from my door to the bathroom, only 3' away.
More race-based gangstaking at the grocery store earlier; the black dude gangstalker who cruised in awfully close to the checkout line in which I was last, then partially encircled me to hang around at the next checkout, closed, for a half minute and did no shopping. He was totally scripted to hang around there and do nothing in the way of genuine activity. Then he took off and came back a minute later, only to repeat this idiotic exercise again, 4' away. After a half minute, the Asian dude in navy blue arrived as a faux customer, hanging in the checkout lineup. He later went into sentry mode, where he stands still, this time back facing me, and stays still for about 20 seconds. Meanwhile, the long haired fucker in front of me had a bad case of itching hair, and kept up his scalp scratching act for as long as he was in the checkout line ahead of me, some two minutes. And the fact that he fit another demographic, the pony-tailed male, also "didn't occur to me". And that in itself is another example of a mind-fuck, where they are deleting my knowledge of their fuckery games while engaging in that specific activity. No Big Girl on duty at the grocery store today, as she has been there for nearly all weekday visits of the last two weeks. Maybe the perps decided that there was too much connection, and pulled her act. She must be someone I know who is in morph-over form.
As these "mental lapses" are occuring more often, and are situationally applied, I can only suspect that they are fucking with me all the more to cover their squalid tracks.
The usual plasma in the dark hallway when I got back; this is a daily given where they feign some kind of light to dark transition "eyesight problem" but supplying a plasmic fog of multi-colored spatter for me to walk through. It is about time some asshole explained this, as these vision assaults are constant now.
1610h
A visit to the doctor turned into a massive gangstalk in the waiting room. They brought in two huge 300 lb women to sit around, and the blonde woman who shows up at Tuesday yoga also "happened" to be there. Then after 5 minutes or so, she departed, not the usual waiting room behavior, but that is not uncommon amongst the freak show I have around me. As she crossed in front of me some 4' away, and on the opposite side of a low table, a red plasma flash went off for a second or less. Then 5 minutes she" showed up" again, sitting on the opposite side, and I never saw her re-enter the waiting area. She was on sentry duty at the doors to the clinician's only area, and to no surprise, was still there when I exited. She is a seen-before, and I don't know where, or else I am being fucked with in thinking that.
I got the doctor's "assistant" routine again while in his office; another Asian, this fellow being very fair skinned, abeit with black hair. So it would seem that the perps are going for an Asian skin tone color palette, and needed an "extra" to compare to the doctor.
It was most curious how that very red paper clip got on the floor of his office and remained there for the consult. Between the two of them, they couldn't of missed it. The doctor's new line is that he doesn't doubt that all these strange events are occuring, it is just that I need medication to help me deal with it. Har, har. That saves doing battle with him, as I am sure he had no choice as to refusing to play the game.
I takes 25 minutes to walk to the doctor's office, and for the second doctor visit in four weeks, the rain "happened" to be starting up just before I departed. I was allowed to wear a hat this time. And it almost goes without saying that the gangstalkers were out in force. The 2006 census reported near zero population growth for this area of Victoria called Oak Bay, and yet the traffic is horrific. The perps must of added at least 500 vehicles on in both directions. There were the usual clusters of reds, whites, greys and black vehicles, with selective addition of yellows, brown, greens and blues. The selective addition vehicles are usually accompanied by an escort of black, white and/or silver-grey vehicles.
It was a semi-eventful walk; I got the faux blind man and his rabelous cohort stunt, the latter on pointing and waving duty, who mysterious went ahead of his colleague as we were about to pass by. This momentarily left the blind man alone to observe, and he was following my movements toward him, and eventually past him, with his cane. His eyes looked normal as well and he had a big smile on his face. The whole stunt was likely to get me to vocalize that he didn't seem to blind to me. Then the rabelous one got into voicing something as I kept walking away.
This same stunt played out on the way home, almost at the same location with a woman with a stroller with various plastic rain protection on it who was getting into sidewalk territorial games, and who then forced me off the sidewalk. She then got into a long ramble about blaming me for being a sidewalk hog, telling me I needed to be a waiter and on and on as I kept walking. Two identical stunts of setting up some verbal interaction and having the operative keep babbling on after I have walked on. Fucking absurd.
I got a two sides brown ambulatory gangstalk enroute to the doctor's office. It so "happens" at this location there is a 8' long run of brown colored paint in the road gutter, next to the curb. And lo, if the brown coated gangstalker with a plastic hair bonnet didn't jaywalk across a four lane busy road that momentarily "happened" to be free of traffic, and end up on the sidewalk ahead of me and serving as a brown color source on my left side, and the brown paint on the road was on my right side. A brown color gauntlet in effect, and this play is more common of late, also "happening" for red and green as well. The local landscaping has a 30' run of a certain kind of hedge that has red leaves when they first flush in the spring. This hedge lines the sidewalk, and it is no stretch of imagination that the parked vehicles lining the street side of the sidewalk are most often a similar crimson red, set up for me to walk this red-lined gauntlet cum sidewalk. Someone had that planned out long ago.
This same activity of getting a color profile over the width of the road location I am at played out in grey three days ago, 03-19-2007, where there were two grey dressed gangstalkers walking in parallel on either side of the street, and another operative was pushing a grey plastic tote bin on wheels between them.
The ambulatory gangstalking followers are staying on me for longer I noticed today. They start them out by leading ahead and walking the same route that I am. Eventually I catch up and walk ahead. The line of sight interaction time is at least 10 minutes, and I had one of these in each direction. I also stopped at a store, a regular stop if I am in the neighborhood, and lo, if the person who strangely stood behind me at the traffic lights, also "happened" to be in the store, and somehow "I" forgot to check on this follower as she had already made her motives plain.
Earlier today, I got my native Indian ambulatory gangstalker male in exactly the same on-sidewalk location when coming and going to the grocery store. I haven't quite figured out why they need to plant the same person in the same place in opposite directions, but this is done more often.
And many cases of bright orange red clothes when I was returning from the doctor's office. There were at least three on the inbound leg, one being an absurd Bay blanket coat on this old duffer with a dark green walker, and two blue colored vehicles from opposite directions were waiting for us to clear this side road so they could cover our tracks.
1700h
Any uncontrolled thought or visualization begets me overhead pounding; the assholes had not made any warning noise, and out of the blue, the pounding starts up again. Earlier, while rinsing a dinner plate in the sink with the water running, the assholes put on a big clunk sound and a coincident zap. This confirms my suspicion of this bizarre fixation of noisestalking me doing the dishes.
2045h
I spent an hour cleaning up my movie bookmarks, some 18,000 of them (true), one of "my" pastimes when on the PC, in the hope I will be free enough one day to view them. That maybe two lifetimes worth even, though I am certain some paring down will be in order as some of the "cult film" sites are too indulgent in promoting mediocre movies for the sake of genre religion. It almost goes without saying that bookmarking, and the maintenance of them, is a perp noisetalked event, one very much to their liking. They seem to have no end of need for every variation of activity related to bookmarking and maintaining the file. The Firefox bookmark manager is much perferred over the MS Explorer equivalent.
Another suck job, vacuuming in the hallway, an unprecendented two days in succession, but I haven't looked to see if the trail of white color chads made of toilet paper and plastic were sucked up this time.
I got a ladder visitation for dinner tonight. In the adjacent parking lot outside my window, a large black pickup arrived with a 20' ladder with extensions. Just before taking the tortillas off the stove, he drove his pickup in front of the window between this and the building opposite, and of course the ladder passing by. He, and others, erected the ladder and put on some kind of roof maintenance show for about 20 minutes, while I had finished the dinner and the dishes and was back at this PC. They then drove out again, passing the ladder by within 3' of the building I am in. Regular readers will know that ladders on trades vans and pickups are ubiquitous in this city, and are in great profusion for any vehicular gangstalking activity.
2200h
I am getting some heavy irradiation of something off my LCD panel and it is causing vision problems. One last news item; in the past I have noted a number of suffocation deaths that occured in the past two years, in the form of disasters, e.g. mine explosions, ferry capsizings, the Helios aircraft crash where it ran out of oxygen, building collapses and a few more that don't come to mind. And I see another mining disaster in Russia, and I would not be surprised that the perp assholes were behind this. I repeat, there is something they want to know about earth-human energetics interaction that they need slowly dying bodies for, and all the better if this can be conducted at differing elevations and ground depths.
Anyhow, I am shooting my mouth off here, but there are too many coincidences with respect to these events, and the mode of death is the constant, asphyxiation. As these kinds of disasters had abated, I was hopeful we would not see any more in such quantity. But from my perch, it is situation normal, more disasters for the perp's quest.
Time to blogg off and call this done.
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