Tiresome Tie-downs

03-20-2018
Somehow I cut my finger with the pruner blade (another forced fumble) just after they had been sharpened, and then they pulled a phlegm emitting cough, then pulled another bowel sensation, related to the post radio-therapy side effect issue now four months long. I find it fascinating they can script all these bodily sensations/events within a minute. This has happened in the past, again, phlegm related as it seems it can arrive in one's through without benefit of cold or any lung congestion sensation.

I then got a band-aid from my vehicle to then slow me up and the other guy caught up and then passed me when his row was shorter, so he went to the adjacent row, instead of us alternating rows. All these games over who starts what row, and the relative timing with respect to co-workers has been going on for over a decade of farm work now.

As for vineyard work and tying down; every year it is the same; this activity requiring lots of fine motor coordination gets dithered and fumbled to piss me off. In 2015 and 2016, the boss lady was a productivity maven and was on my ass both years as I wasn't fast enough. In fact it is the perp assholes who are misdirecting the tool, pulling my hand off the cane (and having it hit me in the face), moving the cane so it isn't held down, breaking the tie down wire etc., so of course it takes longer. I average about 4-6 mis-directed events per vine; sometimes the delay is minimal, sometimes longer, but it adds up when one is doing this all day long. No wonder no one gets a tying machine that would be faster, then there would be considerably less opportunity to harass the victim.

The vine on the right is pruned, but not tied down to the trellis wire, but the others are, except those of the yellowish color in the background which have not yet been pruned.

03-21-2018
Tying down, not nearly beset with forced finger fumbling as yesterday. But instead, an increase of an extant problem; the bowel damage from last fall's radiotherapy is still a problem, and was made worse today. Am I ever fed up with pissing and poo-ing problems, something the perps have hammered me with since they first went berserk/overt in 04-2002, nearly 16 years ago. And of course, they exploit the side effects of the radiotherapy treatment, just as I predicted. Its just that it was four months ago and should be getting better. Had I a spare $85k USD sitting around, I would of got proton beam therapy and avoided this latest exacerbation of the ongoing shit show.

03-22-2018
Can we have enough pit-lamping the victim when in his vehicle having lunch? Apparently not, as the assholes laid on two pickup trucks who offloaded insulation from a delivery truck that ferried the smaller loads to the house being built, 200m away on a muddy road. As if that wasn't obvious, one pickup was white, the other red, all in keeping with popular gangstalking vehicle color combinations. (And emulated by backup lights and brake lights on together). And to make it more obvious, one pick up truck had some items in it, and the driver placed them 6" from my parked vehicle while I was inside having lunch. One item being a ladder, an exceeding popular gangstalking accessory.

A rainy day today, on and off, and then it got serious at 1630h, just when we were about to finish up at 1700h. The boss man joined us, and we then finished tying down this block of vines. I did not have rain gear on, though a ski coat which is breaking up (somehow) held up for the most part. The driving rain of the last half hour ran through my pants, long johns, and into my boots. Well done; any earlier and I would of got my serious rain gear.

Some strange emanations are coming off this LCD display tonight, and last night. Back in 2005-2006 this was especially noticeable when I returned from a hike, usually 5 hours. They would just hammer my eyes with some kind of emanations off the LCD display to the point that I could not read it at times. Though this time, in keeping with the latest BS stream of ceasing hostilities "soon" (they say), they are winding me down, as in diminishing my level of being charged. I don't know of course, and couldn't give a shit, with the usual rejoinder of; leave me the fuck alone and everything will be just fine. Though with a lifetime of covert harassment, these assholes don't have a concept of that in the least. They keep using the word "soon" in all of this, and I keep telling them that "soon" means tomorrow to me, so quit using this ridiculous generality. After nearly 16 years of this intense abuse, aka, abuse-athon, another day of it is too much. So if they are telling me they are dialing down the irradiation (of whatever kind it is), it probably means they are really increasing it again, just like in the days of 2005-6 for increased rounds of whatever nonconsensual research they are doing. The increase in pit-lamping since early 2018 seems to support this. But as always, this is one big poker game, and the deception plan is as important as the real plan, even if I don't know the difference.

And onto the long game prediction; I see that the black colored ski jacket I purchased for winter time vineyard work is breaking up; that is, the seams are somehow wearing out and the whole thing is going to literally fall apart at the seams. So... after extensive looking at my usual sources and coming up with nothing, I go to a reputable manufacturer and find a suitable ski jacket on sale. And in three colors, and lo, if the all black version, my preferred color as the work scuzz won't show, isn't available in my size, but blue and black combination is. And lo, if it isn't the same blue as the solid color ski jacket I have for street wear. (Which was purchased for vineyard work, but I liked the color and realized that it would get scuzzed up). So it would seem they are preparing me for next year's vineyard work in the winter time by wearing a jacket that is the color combination of two of my former solid color ski jackets. All in keeping with their infernal and relentless games over which color of clothing I wear.

 This jet black ski jacket has the sleeves folded together to show the wear, (imposed wear IMHO) on the sleeve seams and cuffs. The fabric is worn through where it is light colored, yet nowhere else on the garment. Can we have enough ski jacket fuckery?

03-24-2018
Can we not have enough interruption games in the morning. I am one minute into vineyard work when the boss man comes to chat about nothing much. I just get going again, with the headphones on, and my co-worker comes to work on the tying down, to then interrupt me again. So I wore my headphones at my neck, and chatted while we worked near each other as we were starting a new block. All in keeping with the perps' long running habit of interrupting me when I start a new clone or varietal block at every vineyard I have worked in the past 6 years. After a half hour of working and chatting with my co-worker, the assholes then grind me to need to take a shit, so off to the crapper I go. This is highly uncharacteristic for me to need to go then, especially of late with the 3x/evening games that have gone on since 01-2018. Two more pit lampings from traffic passing by on their way to the house construction, then I go to my vehicle after my crap to get Immodium, and lo, if there isn't the vineyard owner there putzing with the garbage cans she somehow "forgot" to attend to when she has been absolutely on top of it every time before, as the garbage cans are out when I get there every Friday morning. Then she decides to putz with the adjacent landscape plant and prunes the part that is passing through the fence. Does this intense victim coverage ever fucking end?

03-25-2018
Sunday, and I did 6 hours of work on tie-downs in the vineyard. Only because it was nice weather, unlike two days ago when the snow was flying, and the day before that, when the rain came down sideways. A relatively calm day from the gangstalking coverage, though someone next door saw fit to pit lamp me as I was leaving and was momentarily held up when finding a vine that wasn't tied down, and then attending to it for all of a minute or less. The perps' timing is impeccably precise, every time. And if they go off time, say I speed up, they will dither my fingers to then slow me down again.

A calm day in the vineyard, but the vehicular gangstalking was on in streams of black vehicles, then white ones, then black ones. They were all over my ass two nights ago when I set off to the grocery store, so it seems that vehicular gangstalking is playing big. (And exposures to headlights are inevitable).

Last night when in bed they were keeping me awake and agitated (turning over and over) and I told them out loud to let me get to sleep and leave me the fuck alone. It was most astonishing, because within two minutes they let me fall into sleep. I cannot count the number of times they have kept me up for hours, and I tell them, and scream at them, that I want to get to sleep, all to no avail. And sometimes they have me stay awake all night for whatever reason. (And I routinely don't suffer a sleep deficit either). This would be the first time EVER that they have respected my request to let me sleep.

Back in the high disruption days of 06-2003, it was very noticeable that I was being kept awake and it occurred after swimming at the pool with the swim club. I was staying at my perp abetting parents then, (somehow couldn't find a place) and after an hour of thrashing around in bed, my father would go downstairs to the half basement and putz there for a minute, and come up the stairs with someone else, either following or beside him. The configuration of the stairwell was that it passed by my bedroom (other side of the wall), turned on the main floor, and then passed underneath my bedroom. Within five minutes of these peculiar excursions, with outside "help" (gangstalking by an external operative/shill- maybe someone I would of known), I would routinely fall asleep for the night. There were at least ten of these events and they were exactly consistent. It was only in 09-2003 when the new swim club season started, and after they took my fees for the year, that it was apparent that the swim club members were gangstalking too, that is, closing in on me uncharacteristically. So I gave up that. My discussions with the treasurer of the swim club were such that I indicated that I was getting gangstalked (like I had been in Seattle), and he said "hang in there, its worth it". Not that he returned my fees of course, all in keeping with the financial screw-over component of this senseless and relentless abuse-athon.

As mentioned in prior blog postings of late, and above, I am consistently getting the "vibe" (aka, planted notions, even momentary and passing ones) that all the perp hostilities are going to cease, "soon". (Perhaps 150x/day, rather high.) Again, it is a notion that I routinely reject as I have been through many of these imposed scenarios, and all have come to naught.

Given the mouse sabotage of late on this PC, even after I cleaned it out of gobs of debris, it is time to call this posting done for the week.

Spooked by the Weather Forecast

08-11-2012
I was serious about going hiking today, but the weather forecast called for a thunderstorm warning in the afternoon, so I backed off and it became a mellow morning of online putzing and some music listening. As the sun was out at lunch time, I tanned on the  lawn outside my door, a rare treat to have a private tanning location free from ants (when in the woods) or stalker games that erupt near me at the beach. It started out quiet, and later got silly with dude babble noise, aircraft noise, hot rod muffler noise and the much loathed HD noise. Silly, because they were pushing these through so I would hear them while my fave music was playing on my Android phone. They did some dimming with clouds for the first half hour, and then let me cook for an hour or so until the phone suddenly crashed. About then more clouds were rolling in so I gave it up. Then onto a shower and a body hydrating creme to "seal in" the tanning benefits. And the phone is crashed to the point that it won't re-boot from a battery pull, so I will have to take it to the blonde Cleavage Girl at Telus again for her magic touch, like last time. (The script is that she wears a low cut top and then leans over the desk with my phone in hand, and ensures I get a full view/distraction when the phone springs to life).

And here we are at 2030h, and no thunderstorm, just a spit of rain while reading the Data Asylum site someone mentioned. I know that movies are often used as vehicles to reveal "tells", to let us in on what is being done to the human race, so it was most interesting to read about it as the perps keep me movie impoverished to say the least.

The perps like me to apply face or body cremes of late, say the last five months. They will even have me mix two kinds in my hand and apply it. After 11 years of insane abuse, this is where they are at. That would exclude sun block, as they have me use it all summer time, each day. And of course, work colleagues are also doing the same, often applying it early in the morning and wearing it all day, where they have me apply it at about 1000h.

08-13-2013
Yoga yesterday, and the token male (besides me) came in red shirt and white shorts. He brings a plastic shopping bag in with him for crissakes. Later I see that he took the white shorts off and had red ones to match his shirt. And how often to I get red-white color combinations, including vehicle colors and vehicles backing up? At least 20x/day, and here we have a perp rube in yoga doing something similar.

The Cleavage Girl got my phone working again; apparently one has to hold down the on-off switch, something she could of told me last time. But no cleavage; she stood straight up and had a higher necked top and some kind of undergarment to flatten out her chest. All for the better.

08-14-2013
The great white bearded E. Indian at work (on contract) had to show off his beard again, this time from 160' away, while I was speaking with the owner. Later I saw that he placed his lunch next to the two red plastic gerry cans, that are used for diesel fuel. That would be blatantly aiding the Fuckover cause IMHO, given the amount of hijinx over petroleum products that goes on, such as extra noise and gangstalking when fuelling up my vehicle. Maybe oil spills are part of the perp agenda as well, though it depends on how far one wants to go down the road of a controlled world.

No tanning allowed today on the vineyard; high cloud, and then later some lower cloud as part of the dimming games.

08-15-2013
I got screwed this am; somehow, I got out of bed 30 min. later than I thought. Therefore no torso shaving to make up time, and do these shaving area variations ever end?

08-17-2013
A Saturday, and normally a day off, but I did some irrigation work for two hours, and then drove back into town. As this was an exceptional event (weekends off usually), the vehicular gangstalking was heavy, at least twice the usual coverage. Then a 3.5 hour nap attack in the afternoon; talk about putting a hole in one's day.

A 30 min. rambling conversation on the phone from my farm work colleague in Victoria. I don't know quite what to make of her; I get "miss you" emails once every few months, but definitely nothing happened between us January 2013. Just an extended tease with the perps adding leading suggestions in mind. Nothing, absolutely nothing goes unscripted or arranged in my circumstances of being a kept TI, and even my daughter isn't allowed to offer much contact. But here is a three year old  acquaintance with someone who has worked at many of the places I have worked, before or after me or while working in farm jobs. Transiting to the last visit to her place in Victoria was quite a spectacle; army vehicles escorting me, helicopters overhead, and an outrageous traffic jam/vehicular gangstalking in mid-day. So who but an operative would be dispatched to keep in contact with this TI (me) for this long? She touches on all the perp subjects; e.g. employment, work, money, running a business and then talking about her sex life too, but never shows any interest in my harassment/abuse events. I haven't yet figured out if she is a real deal with perp sponsorship, or else a scripted morph-over of a certain well known female that seems to have a role in this harassment/abuse state which I have been cast into. Though, it doesn't really matter; I am not interested, and only a TI would offer something genuine to talk about.

08-18-2013
Another work event, this time on a Sunday, and only for two hours or so. As usual, the vineyard noise was arranged, and the heavy vehicular gangstalking, especially when I returned at 0900h.

Two skunked/obstructed events today; the secluded beach parking was all taken up at 1045h when I got there. I see they changed the parking lot from last year and permit substantially less vehicles. Then to try a local hiking trail; it is always a pain to find the trail head for the first time as the directions are usually garbled. After some false starts I did locate the trail head. And lo, if it hadn't been sprayed with 2-4D three weeks ago (a power line trail) and was still off-gassing; Nix on that, as there seemed to be a fair distance to hike (2km). As usual, all the "pop outs", those vehicles that emanate from driveways and side streets, were ready for me as I returned from the last skunk event (power line trail).

I had my lunch at my residence, which had been packed for a hike. Again, more variations on what I do where and how are arranged for whatever energetic decomposition games that are important to the perps. Then tanning outside on the lawn, replete with extra road traffic noise (hot rod mufflers and HD motorcycles), aircraft noise and the like. Then a cloud got pulled over the sun and that was the end of tanning. The perps are so strange about how events are terminated; they have to tell me that they are in charge, as they could of inserted some restless behavioral "need" and had me go inside all the same.

Onto posting this for the week.

Monday In Red

1430h
A rather unusual Monday high harassment day, though starting out at the First Feral Family residence this morning after a sleepless night and plenty rain and wind bursts, though calm by morning time. I wanted to get a LInux book at the bookstore  not too far, and my mother wanted to come too, so I drove down to Hillside Mall. And lo, at 0950h, what a major confluence of vehicular gangstalking, even putting on the "big iron, a commercial delivery truck with a red and while forklift on the back, and a cargo of windows that just seemed to be driving around as there wasn't any now builiding going on where it came from or was going to. It and the sedan behind it made no bones about preceding me in making a right turn and staying on me for at least three more blocks. Then the swarms of red, white, silver grey, black and mid-grey tones came on. Hillside mall opens for shopping at 0930h, and at 1000h the parking lot was jammed all over, also arranged heavy to the same colored vehicles. Then a few tractor trailer "deliveries" in the public area also added to the gangstalking-scape. Then my mother wanted to park at the furthest reaches of the parking lot to then walk the full length of it again, this time with the wandering hordes of gangstalkers, also out in similar colors, save the silver-grey.

The freaking bookstore was loaded with the freaks of the Unfavored, in the same color schemes, and pissed my off by relocating the computer books section in a corner I wasn't allowed to notice, and when asking the black and grey horizontally banded sweater wearing clerk, the perps wouldn't let me say the word "computer" at first, pulling some kind of throat twinge off at that very instant. Another Fuckover stunt on top of another one, but that is how it started this morning, having me intensely pissed with at least 50 faked touches at breakfast this morning. The big excitement might of been that I started a new jar of cashew butter this morning, having taken it there yesterday.

Then with four bus routes on Shelbourne at Hillside, no buses came for 10 minutes, most strangely, and I walked it into downtown, taking an hour. The assholes don't usually let me get this much exercise at once any more, but for whatever reasons, they did. The Photina hedges were out in red colors along the route, so that might of been the big excitement for the perps. Recall that in the fall farm job they regularly rotated me from red kale, to green kale picking, and the same for cabbages. Obviously these plant compounds are still a hot research topic, be they seen, handled or eaten in the case of salads. They haven't let me have a salad for two months, so maybe this was the BIG DAY for anthocyanins, and other phenolic compounds in plant material. I noticed they placed a just-picked plant leaf on my floor just after I got back, so they are still as beserk as they are relentless on plant biophotonic, biochemistry and biophysical interactions. To that I say, go fuck your own kind if you want to do plant research.

There are plenty enough of the fuckers out gangstalking, and if each of them ate a bucket of salad and drove themselves around town on contra-concentric routes, I am sure that the sickos wouldn't need to fuck with me, ever. Better yet, have half the operatives eat green kale, half eat red, and dress them in reds and greens, for a 4-way combination of redcoat with red kale, redcoat with green kale and ditto for the greencoats. (Or split them into white pants and green pants for a 9-way combination). March them up and down the streets in a guitar band, and then have them drive up and down the highway for some high speed anthocyanin interaction games along with the usual fleets of tractor trailers, cranes and the like. Lay down plant material on the road, of all possible phenolic compound combinations, and then have them drive the highway in reverse. Then have the odd sacrificial shill crash and spill his guts on the road and then have the white and red ambulances come out and scrape them up after leaving them for an hour, all the while arranging on/off rain squalls. Have the First Feral Family as the paramendics, and be sure to put my dementia act father on driving duty after clearing the highway of all traffic, even if it is divided. He might even succeed in driving the ambulance to his long care home/hospital. Did I get enough perp activity designed into that experiment suggestion? I am sure a few more will come to mind. Maybe add controls for a 16-way combination, or is that my role? If it is, give it a rest for all time, starting now.

Did I say that the perp harassment gets stupider and stupider? And just to think that waving palm fronds around at Palm Sunday in the Vactican yesterday would help any.

More stupid shit at the bookstore was having a red headed woman "staff" member circle my mother and I as I was about to depart for the city bus shortage stunt, mentioned above. This particular gangstalker had already made two appearences, so getting an encircling was over the top.

It is the week of redhead action I predict; at the First Feral Family residence I saw the women's international curling match between Scotland and Germany, and did we have enough redheads on the two teams? I counted three of eight team members, but there might of been another one. But of course they had to have a few blondes too, and that was all for the better. And get this, they even messed with the feed to show a redhead that was totally irrelevant to the action, intersplicing her just when the blonde was about to throw the rock for example. The German redhead had a minor blowup at the end of the 10th end when the Scottish blonde scooped a point for at tie, but that could of just been the game, not the perps.

Then more TV later, Prime Suspect with Helen Mirren, a heavy negro appearence in the cast, making me wonder what on earth has happened to the UK, and that was filmed in the early 1990's.Add a Manchester accent and I could hardly make out what they were saying much of the time, Helen Mirren as Tennyson excepted. She was at her hectoring, browbeating and irritable best in this role, but what I cannot figure out is why so many people thought this characterization was so compelling in its day. Give me Rebus any time.

1720h
A round of two internet orders, getting screwed out getting a particular book locally, hence online, hence another book to get the total over the minimum threshold for free shipping, and away we go, another form of going into red.

Then paying two bills online, also a with the augmentation of noise from outside. The sickos cannot get enough of me making financial transactions, all the way from onine bill payment to coin slots on the laundry machines. Exciting times for them, its just I wish I knew what it was all about. I am sure someone knows.

1820h
More on the red theme today, and a news item that I was unaware of until I read it in the Daily Telegraph, paper edition. Our media in North America didn't mention it as far as my limited online world news troving goes. But given the perp's preoccupation with getting blood samples from me, and the one time street assault as well; not to mention blood having magnetic properties, that it must be confounding the perps who are irradiating me with magnetic energies as to what EMF signature is coming from where; neural activity, muscle activity, or all that blood coursing around in me. The nature of the unfortuneate school massacres, and other bloody purgings including that of the theaters of armed conflict, lead me to suspect the perps have a hand in these events. So... it is almost humane to witness this protest [warning: graphic] of these red wearing protesters in Thailand, carrying jugs of their own blood, to then dump at the palace gates as a measure of protest. I just seems to fit the pattern is all I am saying. Though SE. Asia has seen some brutal conflicts this past 50 years; Vietnam (French and US versions, the latter involvement making no strategic sense whatsoever), Laos, and Cambodia. I just find it interesting that civil protest is being carried out in this manner, and it may just become a trend is all I am suggesting.

2255h
An evening doing job site browsing, something I haven'd done for at least four months, and I even fired off two resumes, no doubt of interest to my mind keepers, who noisestalk these kinds of activities with significant attention.

An interesting turn of phrase I came across in my earlier web trovings;

a consensual hallucination (a term from novelist William Gibson).

Might this apply to the clinical community who insist that all these covert abuses of abduction and harassment are clinical? The same assholes pulled this stunt over Morgellon's Disease even when looking at physical evidence. I would love to be a fly on the wall at their conventions and the nature of the discussions that must surely evolve over the future directions of their profession.

Enough putzing and onto a likely sleepless few hours in bed as my tormentors extend my Monday awake time into the night.

A Rain Day

1155h
A full on rain this morning with an extra strange dimming down of my apartment to have me keep the lights on until at least 1030h. I see that the construction activity (read, reverberating and resonant noise source), has erupted outside. The ever-stalking boom trucks (overhead service boom to access overheight fixtures) has arrived on the job as well. Regular readers will know that they even cluster these vehicles, two or three sometimes (on stand-by, har, har), seemingly for gangstalking formations. And at least once, they had one 4' overhead "attending" to a traffic light control that I happened to be passing under on my once regular walking beat. Not that there was any noted disfunction an hour beforehand, nor was there any added features afterward. All traffic controls in this city have been converted to LED lighting long ago, and these light sources seem to have an extra radiance and/or brightness flare about them, especially of late. All the city buses have LED tail lights, and there are some odd jumpy segmented beams coming off them, as if it is a chopped beam source, especially noted when the bus pulls away.

My new eyeglasses have arrived today, and so I will likely venture out and get them. These are progressive lenses, meaning that a seeing close in prescription has been blended into the seeing far away prescription. Bifocals without the line in them in other words. And as this is a first time with this new close-in lens, it should make for great perp exploitation and fuckery; they love to hammer my vision, and this might serve as an excuse to do this on a full time basis instead of the transient vision fuckery I rountinely get, often with simultaneous external noise, internal head noise of no ostensible cause, and fake touches and jabs on my fingertips, feet, knees, and inside my arms. Just another confluence of strange phenomenon.

1605h
My new glasses are giving me "trouble", read, perp fuckery, in that the right side goes out of focus much more that the left side. I suspect that I will be revisiting the optician a few more times like for so many new things get sabotaged as the perps cannot deal with it for whatever reason. They had five white trades vans parked outside the optician, some with the Fuckwit sitting in the driver's seat for the entire time. I would of passed them by when approaching and departing the store as well as having them visible through the glass while getting them fitted. One of the trades vans was parked in mid-street and unattended even, such is the intensified white truck/van clustering that began yesterday, as noted in the posting then. I had my usual horde of males and other Unfavoreds wander around in much greater density than normal, and they even put on a negro to sweep ahead of me entering the optician's.

I had the same blonde lady fuss over me as last time in fitting the glasses, and for whatever reason, the perps had me in a bummed out mood for no reason whatsover. Again, an three strong Asian contingent came to stand at the front counter like last time, and another seeming assistant was on "just sit there" duty, making sure to stay stock/stalk still. My seat had been pre-warmed by the seeming store assistant who I think is the same woman I helped at the Sierra Club last year, but the perps have fogged my recall of her and making sure it is uncertain when this never happened before. I never forgot a face until mid 2006 when they first fucked this capability and it hasn't been the same since. Just before I was to depart the opticians, and just like a bad detective movie, two middle age males in long raincoats arrived together, only 10 seconds before I exited through the same door myself. One was in a fedora hat which is rare in this town that someone less than 70 y.o. would wear such a thing unless it was for campy purposes. The one in the hat put on a purposely fake smile while while I was glancing at him, but it wasn't directed at me thankfully. I don't why the perps put on these little fake acts for me to see and instantly dismiss as just more of their jerking around. One fake act was in the summer when the perp pretended to bang his head on the overhead handrail on the bus; he totally missed banging his head, but made it into a big deal anyway.

The two walk block back to my place after visiting the optician was even more gangstalker densified; the faux businessmen and then the "just stand theres" who weren't there 10 minutes earlier. Other Unfavoreds were granny pairs in clashing orange and red Goretex parkas, one pair in each direction and same gaudy color combination, then more male "gut-struts", making sure that I saw their large gut hanging out past their raincoat when they ordinairily should of buttoned it up to hide it, and then the red kerchief adorned dude in dull black clothing 10' ahead of me who managed to know when to speed up his pace when I sped mine up to pass him, and stayed ahead of me the entire latter block. I had a red eyeglass cleaning cloth in my take-home bag from the optician, so perhaps the assholes were attempting some kind of color calibration from it.

So, I expect plenty of gangstalking action tonight when to/froe-ing from my one hour cleaner job at the local Mazda dealership as these new glasses seem to be major bait. No doubt more things will also "go wrong" on the job tonight. Last night I was early, and lo, if the boss man was late, and needed to be let in at the door I was cleaning at the time. More of these inside/outside passages/gangstalking scenarios. And anytime I look outside from the building, why, there are redcoated gangstalkers passing by in the car lot.

2035h
I wasn't too surprised to see my regular elevator gangstalking Asian dude when outbound to the car dealership cleaning job. I was a little surprised to see a three dude loitering act at the door, and many others on the way. Then at the car dealership I had a two dude conference at the sink I needed to use to fill the bucket, and then when they filtered out, why another black clothed dude "needed" to get by me on the way to the mechanic's washroom, easily the most disgusting one. He came from the Service area and walked further to get to a fugly washroom, all to pass by while filling the freaking mop bucket. What is so exciting about that, save that it is made of brown colored plastic? Both are hot harassment subjects; the color brown and all plastics, especially in my proximity and travelling at speed.

I had plenty of perp fuckery tonight; these little quarter coin sized pieces of paper kept flying off the paper towel roll once I ripped a piece off. And then this piece had to be dealt with in a different manner, say put in the plastic garbage bag in advance of the rest of it being put there once used for the glass door cleaning. The perps also had me "forget" to do a garbage can upstairs of the Service area, one I hadn't forgotten on my own. The refilling of the washroom pink colored soap for the dispenser went all wrong as there was a leak in the bottle, a designed one as it happened to allow air to replace the used soap. This was all news to me, and hence a bunch of it went down the sink where I was filling it. Then the boss man tells me I have two more bathrooms to mop as "part of my job", the first time he has let me in on this in close to two weeks. He follows it up with his usual rejoinder, "I was doing it for you". Lets see, I think this is the second time this little vignette has played out and it fits the pattern of incrementally increasing job description by de facto retroactive application of "responsibility". Big joke that, but it fits the pattern and that includes keeping me out of the loop. Funny, I didn't see it described in the janitorial duties. But I did clean some extra ugly corners of the lino, and am wondering if mopping is doing nothing more than dispersing filth so it cannot be visually detected. I am not a professionally trained cleaner, so I won't get into this one.

And the perps did play havoc with my vision tonight with the new glasses; all manner of aberations and double vision games along with some applied low level head pain that was clogging my thoughts, also remotely controlled.

I got a strong posse tailing me on the way home, in the rain, and then in the local supermarket. One woman followed me for three quarters of my trip through the store and kept visiting the locations that I was at. Then they arranged a four-way swarm at the chicken counter in the intersection of two major aisles, and thankfully they had a free checkout so I could get the fuck out there, only to be heavily covered for the last 150' back to my apartment. And lo, if the not-so-secret Asian Man, per above, who "joined me" when outbound, wasn't in place on my floor when I exited the elevator on my return. Talk about good gangstalking service, this strange dude has become my pet Fuckwit almost. Based on last night's two blonde boys gangstalking with their seeming parents, and this dude and the profusion of male gangstalkers including today's gangster-like dudes at the optician (per above), it seems that the perps are on a major remedial drive to rehabilitate males as I regard them in subconsciously. They are of the Unfavored demographic groups, but their frequency had been ramped up in recent months, and it seems that cute boys in blonde hair are being used as some kind of leverage that is associated with attractive blonde women. So goes the perps games after 6.5 years of life-rape, pissing around with blonde boys in dim-lit conditions as a surrogates for attractive blonde females if I read last night's gangstalking games correctly. In other words, the perps are sucking wind, and cannot figure out how they seem to have traumatized me in my developmental years which were given a memory wipe. Or at least, that is how it seems, and the perp activity has been relatively consistent as to gangstalkers from Favored and Unfavored demographic groups, the former usually being an entre to the latter.

And with two outings today, and with the first during a lull in the rain, and the latter being rained upon for the homebound leg of my outing, that the perps are also ramping up exposure to rain. Just about always they have me venture outside before or after a rainfall, with the exception of a very light "fairy rain". The "fairy rain games were last week, and today it has been mostly raining with the exception of my outings, save the last part of the second one. I don't know what their problem is with respect to rainfall and why they have metered out my exposure to it with such carefulness over the past six years. One winter, 2004 to 2005, they seemed to arrange such little precipitation that the skihills didn't even get sufficient snow to operate. I know it is a big stretch to think that weather can be arranged, but in fact, the link to the work of Trevor James Constable of Rain Engineering suggests it is eminently doable. Mainly, I notice the weather patterns and it consistently fits with what I am doing at the time, and over six years, I have become accustomed to this being another part of my much harassed existence. We never had so many "fairy rains" in this town before, and when they start happening each time I exited a certain store, three times in succession over two weeks, I became attuned to the weather manipulation possibilities. I sense there is a big payoff for the perps if they can figure out their wet weather problems as they very much like to have water around me as it enhances the success of their remotely applied energetics activities. Hence, being on a swim team for 15 years, three times per week. Now, they don't let me swim at all, and will remotely invoke a panic attack if I do. Other stunt have included opening up a fire hydrant for no reason and having the water spurt 10' into the street, flicking water around me on the floor while shaving, adding water drops on me after towel dry while shaving, and various other splashings, "drop hops" that fly up from the toilet on never-before trajectories, vehicle washing games when I owned a vehicle, and others that don't come to mind.

2220h
I am still feeling disoriented from these new glasses and there are some increasing problems as to how they are to fit. I had a custom pair of cable temples added to the last pair and that solved all the games of them slipping down my nose, or falling off my face. That remedy worked well, and now I will likely attempt the same solution, though I note that the retailer of these eyeglasses add-ons has closed down. Perhaps this will become a web search for the same objective, something the perps like me to do; undertake the same task with differing methods.

Time to call this one done for the day and hopefully tomorrow will bring less visual impairment games. I have a sense that these games go worse over the day which suggests that the perps learned how to emulate them with direct-to-visual-cortex manipulations, something I knew they could do since 2007.

Monday Beserkness

2040h
A bit late to write up all the beserk goings on today, but it is a typical Monday in that they seem to want to leverage whatever they determine from my Sunday night stayover with the First Feral Family and apply it to elsewhere. That includes visiting downtown with my mother, this apartment, and now the one hour daily cleaning job at a local car dealership.

They started out with five large white panelled commercial trucks packed around the first traffic light when I drove into town in my parents' vehicle, my mother as the only passenger. They even had two of the five vehicles illegally parked in a through traffic lane, my mother doing the blow-off routine that it was a "break down" (of the vehicles). Then they pinched down S. bound Shelbourne, the major four lane bidirectional artery to one lane. Then they did this again on Pandora St, the next arterial, W. bound, three lanes down to one. Then the regular parkade that I park in was painted for the first time; all vertical surfaces and ceilings were white now, and there was some checkerboard graphics added for signage on some walls. I had to admit, it did look nice, and beat that fugly concrete surface. I also noted that they upgraded the elevator motors (or gears) to make them a whole lot faster. This didn't stop the time honored dumbfuck stunt of one middle aged gangstalker attempting to get into the elevator before we got out. I have never experienced this particular act of public rudeness until 2004 when I moved to an apartment buiding with a elevator. Not even the Fuckwits at the hospital tried this stunt.

Other stunts were to put a negro operative to jaywalk at a very busy intersection immediately in front of our vehicle when there was very little space as it was. I don't get it as to why all these Fuckwits jaywalk 20' from a crosswalk on a six lane meeting four lane arterial roadway intersection, and they "end up" in front of the vehicle I am in. And it would seem that this was yet another member of the Unfavored freakshow that "needed" to be featured on front of both me and my mother simultaneously through the windshield of a vehicle. All those details are important for the perps, as to what the subject was seen through, what type of window and color of glass etc. and represents yet more permutations of the ongoing fuckery/freakshow which is endless, if six years of it can be considered to be equivalent, and any TI would agree.

There was plenty of other ambulatory gangstalker games going on, one standby is that they have someone walk between us, my mother obliging my taking a wayward path so the Fuckwith can walk between us. It is getting tired to say the least, watching all the usual feints and fuck games. Another is cardboard box stalking; one "staff member" of the department store bringing a 4" stack of them in with her to "join us" (read, gangstalk) in the elevator. I noticed that the chocolates and biscuits (cookies to us North Americans) were packaged in a new livery of colors; black, white and mid-grey, not too different than the usual grey scale color tones I get in formation around me in either ambulatory or vehicular form. I suppose the perps need to dress up brown colors and get these base grey scale colors next to chocolate, their seeming brown color reference material they mind-fuck me into purchasing and consuming at unaffordable expense.

I was allowed to burrow down for the afternoon online at my place, and then went out for another round of ambulatory gangstalking when headed to my daily one hour cleaning job. The big deal seems to be displaying red colors at night, particularly after exiting a building. This was true enough after I finished the cleaning job and was walking back, and all the more so when I stopped at the LD store to purchase bar soap as I was out. The assholes skunked me again, eliminating my top three choices, and so I had to go with Ivory brand which I rarely do as it wears down so fast. In the LD store they pulled a major checkout obstruction, and then kept cycling red dressed gangstalkers near me with a brown dressed male immediately behind me in the line. He had two (seeming) sons, both blonde and in white, black and grey colored clothes. Once I got out, some of my red dressed gangstalkers were proximate outside, making a reprise gangstalking with differing light conditons. And more of the shiftless males wandering around with no seeming reason except to show off their red and grey colored backpacks in the dim light. Then, at the last turn before heading down the stairs, a blonde woman in the dim light on her knees, and once I passed her by, her blonde 3 y.o. son was 20' away and perversely running along a section of concrete that overlooked the stairway I took to get back to street level. And about a minute later, some child screaming started up, all to be heard with ambulatory gangstalkers ahead and behind me with red clothing. I didn't get my usual escort through the front doors of this apartment building, but I had enough of being followed by Redcoats. There were plenty of red vehicles out as well, and I suppose they were attempting to leverage the fact that there was one red vehicle inside the car dealership shop and many white and silver-grey ones. The inside/outside red color continuity seems to be a big problem for my tormentors. As always, why don't they summon the gumption and front for their nonconsensual human experimentation so it gets expedited in months instead of years? That has to be the most beserk part of the entire foundation of this unmitigated life rape, and I cannot comprehend why they have everyone convinced of this. I may have answered that question in my other posting today, Gravitic Musings.

Daffodil Bulb Sorting

1945h
I got to stand in one place, on concrete, for most of the day, sorting out daffodil bulbs. These have been picked in the field, transported to the warehouse and then washed and reboxed for a first sort before grading. These bulbs were flipping past quickly as I was the first sorter, the others being four women on the next (and slower) conveyor belt.

There were all manner of perp arrangements, the most significant was that the conveyor belt was brown colored with plenty of white bird shit spots on it. Sound familiar?

2025h
I got all kinds of noise stalking as I read this blog posting on Amy Alkon's site. It is outrageous what Bank of America did, wilfully handing out her money to fraudulent parties that look nothing like her. And to note, as I once banked at Bank of America when I lived in Seattle 1999 to 2002, the bank takes a photo of you and puts it on your bank card. In this case, it wouldn't of helped at the thieves didn't have a fake bank card, but used a bad fake of her driver's licence.

The perps have a ceaseless interest in noisestalking me anytime I read these kind of stories, and it does make me wonder why there is so much identity theft and identity data "mistakes" in making a rash of identities publically availible. I cannot rightfully suggest why the perps might be interested in these kinds of events, but their prevalence must be orchestrated to some extent. They routinely noisestalk me, and augment with other phenomenon such as plasma and maser beams whenever I log into my PC or email (using my ID, and no secret to them). It is all rather odd in a life where there are no coincidences whatsoever, as my life is totally scripted for me, right down to blinks and glances.

And the noise started up again as I finished the above paragraph; was it the act of concluding the paragraph or was it the contents, likely fed by them to me to write.

2145h
And too, Petite Anglaise got tagged with fraudulent use of her ID here. Two blogs I check daily get their personal bank accounts plundered with fake ID artists within a month of each other. Coincidence? Possibly. Then, if you concur that nothing in my life is a coincidence as it is highly managed down to every last dust bunny and lint ball, then there must be a perp objective behind this, though beyond the general statement of "psychic research", I don't really know any fact supported reason.

Enough of these unprovable ponderable associations, no matter how much "phenomenon stalking" erupts as I read the blog postings of the unfortuneate authors.

There were a number of perp scripted games today while sling daffodil bulbs, and each time I attempt to recount them, I have a demotivated spell. That might be dynamically applied censoring perhaps, directly to the mind of the blogger in this case.

There was the red earplug event, whereby the conveyor belt started to make a lot of noise, and we were all offered red earplugs to deal with the noise. Then two dudes in red shirts fussed with the belt and pretended to adjust it while it was running. (And note, they were not wearing any kind of company supplied uniform/shirts; theoretically, the two dudes each made an independent decision to wear the same red colored shirt today). And as I wrote the word "dudes", the perps shutdown the blogger and put up the Windows default wallpaper, not even bothering to force me to make key blunders as the cover story.

So, the red earplug event didn't last too long, and I didn't need them for more than 10 minutes. What was clear was that they were testing this color out on me and at least four women in my proximity, and were attempting to detect some kind of energetic difference. One of the women is a negro, and is friendly to talk to, as we have a bit each working day of last week or so. She now wears a red kerchief under her black ballcap, possibly in support of the perps quest in convertly studying the energetics of clothing color. Another woman of the four was wearing the red bandana over her face last week when it was hot, and only a little dusty. It is all very curious as to the perp's conumdrums over their problems related to the color red, vis a vis me. Like I have said many times, if I don't like the color red, and even if I don't know how this came about, why do I have a legion of louts chasing me all over the world in an attempt to bring on incremental exposure to this color in infinite combinations and permutations with materials/substances?

As always, there will be no answer from an outfit that spends 54 years of surveilling and neurally damaging someone while engaged in unauthorized nonconsensual human experimentation, from birth, or even before. And it seems that their excesses of my "lost years", ages 3 to 5, left subconscious recollections that they could not erase, and seem to want to.That is bad enough, but why are they so intent on determining the neural correlates of my predispositions and preferences? Some days, I don't want to know, and it would seem that the assholes won't let me contemplate this for long either. My thoughts on this topic get re-directed in short order. And while typing that, I got at least four stings in my right foot, now five, and I don't know how these are applied as I cannot see any physical traces of their usual tools, masers and plasma beams. I must get at least 50 foot stings a day, always at selected moments when unbidden thoughts occur, or else my acceptance or rejection of their planted thoughts.

I had the usual 3,000 to 5,000 vehicle gangstalking cavalcade around the crew bus when inbound after the day's work. The perps also brought out the operative with this stretched ear lobe which has a 2" diameter black plastic disc inserted into it for the bus ride home. The dude didn't come for work as it "so happened", he came to gangstalk me at the crew marshalling area at the end of work and then again on the bus, the closest person to me. For all of the trip inbound his ear and this embedded plastic disc wiggled with the bus' motion, and no doubt that was of huge interest to the perps. Givent the perp's intense interest in placing plastics of many kinds around me nearly all the time, I can only assume that this fugly freakish earlobe modification to insert a 2" plastic disc in it was part of the plan to do more research of ones's body energetics interactions with plastics. Not my problem, so why do I have such freaks and clowns around me all the time, strutting their plastic?
Every day I go out for more than 30 minutes I see at least four vans or trucks packing PVC pipe on the roof rack. Yesterday at the farm field, they put on a red pickup truck to cruise by as the crew was walking toward the road with a single black ABS pipe projecting from the tailgate to the cab roof. And to complete the scenario, the farm fields are full of plastic scraps and litter of varying kinds and colors, and are routinely dug up in the course of daffodil bulb picking.

Ten Hour Sleeps

1230h
That is four ten hour sleeps in succession, something that I didn't think I was capable of, as eight hours is plenty enough. But for some reason, I am getting up at about 0900h and having the sunshine beat through the window and onto my breakfast activity each of those days. There seems to be a consistency about it; cereal bowl in sunshine, me not; then on the next day, the cereal bowl is in the shade, as am I, with an intervening sunshine beam between, so all spoonfuls pass through this beam, and so it goes. Today, if one believes in this controlled environment that is not of my making or cooperative participation, was for a shaded sky, reduced sunlight, but still casting a faint beam across the breakfast activity.

Another consistency of late is the lesion bleeding stunt; not only am I given a lesion of no known origin going by my past history, but it bleeds by itself each night that I wash my face with the specialized Neutrogena oily skin soap. This is the lesion that was created under my left lip about a week ago. My fingers or hands do not hang up on this lesion or otherwise provoke injury, but over three consecutive nights it bleeds anyway. This is the same lesion for which I can run a shaving razor over each morning (likely a controlled event too), and is not injured in any way. And as it "so happens", the steptic pencil will not stop this imposed bloodletting, and I am obliged to use the white towels to staunch the flow. Thankfully these aren't 30 minute events like one particular blood flow that erupted from the top of my nose from no ostensible cause, but it makes for a high turnover for towels. And with the red on the white towels, it does bring back the vehicle color combinations that have been included in past blog postings, not to mention the ubiquity of vehicles backing up, red brake lights and white backup lights on, that erupt in my vicinity, usually for me to see. Another pattern of color combinations that the perps find significant utility in for their nonconsensual experimentation games.

I noticed an additional lesion was created on my forehead in the night, again by some magical properties of unknown origin and method. Also on the left side.

1645h
A post-teatime siren noise event, plus chirping tires and loud mufflered vehicles all at the same time. No word yet why the emergency vehicles use this podunk street as their major thoroughfare route, but I don't expect such anyhow.

I am getting the constant jabbing of a mysterious something in the palm of my right hand. This "from-nowhere" intermittent pain started over a week ago, and at that time there was a piece of metal that somehow arrived there. I plucked the metal off, but lo, if that wasn't the "reason" for this enduring pain, of a minor level, with no kind of surficial expression, such as a zit or boil. Another never-before event, transient pain from the same location without an apparent causal site.

This is the post-teatime digestion period, having had my 100g of chocolate, for which I have no say as to whether I need it or not, I don't, and that serves as the noisestalking bait while eating a brown colored food. Regular readers will know that the perps are totaly fixated on this color, and all its sites and in all substances especially inside the human body. The topic is covered in the Essential Introductory Postings, and hasn't changed much since. Rarely is there a brown colored vehicle in a gangstalking pod, and if there is, it is a tan, or light metallic brown color. I reckon with the increase of tan vehicles that the perps must be making some progress. As one's brain is no more than an inch away from the roof of one's mouth, I reckon the chocolate, and other brown colored foods, are of huge interest when being eaten. Certainly the digestion period is unabashedly noise and phenonmenon stalked. And there have been more food "hangups" on the roof of my mouth, where it gets "stuck" for longer than would occur normally. And this might also explain the perps habit of arming their operatives with lit cigarettes, as these would be brown substances with a white wrapper that are moved about with respect to one's mouth and adjacent neural structures. Just my theory, though there is a supporting story my aunt told me about childhood development that also substantiates the story and why the perps are so freaking nuts about chasing me down with the color brown, usually after a suitable warm-up period where other colors have been presented, and blonde women too.

At teatime, about an hour ago, I also noted that I was totally mind-controlled in making some tongue movements that I would not ordinarily do. The chocolate was on the tip of my tongue, and my tongue was directed to push against the left cheek, and then the right cheek immediately following. This is something I don't do as it does not add anything to the effort to eat or digest one's food, and was a blatant act of mind-control to serve the needs of the gangs that created the fucking problem with the color brown in the first place. There has been at least one past instance when I was screwed into eating a brown cookie about the time my duaghter was departing, and then wishing my daughter well with cheek to cheek contact. Funny how that worked out then, with the thankless sickos arranging the stunt at a church do at Christmas time.

1725h
The overhead pounding has started up, and it is accompanied by a raspy and loud mufflered vehicle from outside. The one-two noise punch. As of two days ago, a vibratory noise was added into the mix, as if something, and I don't know what it could be, vibrates as the pounding occurs. Just another noise augmentation, and perhaps something is vibrating too, as pounding on 6" or more of concrete above just doen't do it anymore. Fucking stupid, and this from the idiots playing games with planted crumbs and creating extra turbulent milk with the breakfast cereal.

Yesterday, after viewing some 60 Minutes footage of interviews with Mick Jagger of the Rolling Stones, it crossed my mind (or it could of been a planted thought), that he looked Reptilian in close-up, something I hadn't noted before. As soon as that thought surfaced, I got a plasma puff in my face, I was blanked out for a second, and it felt like my entire brain was frozen and I couldn't move for about two more seconds. It was at least a three simultaneous phenomenon event, and was obviously near and dear to the assholes who keep running my life for me with family abettance, never minding the legions of operatives that swarm about me in public. I did not express anything out loud, it was only a passing thought, but they jumped all over me for it. Find a clinical answer for that, those who continue to hide behind this excuse.

2045h
A succession of loud mufflered vehicles are transiting by, or a fecsimilie thereof. A long trail off, or sound decay seems to be important for these ongoing noise flurries, at least 5 per minute. Sometimes there is a coincident plasma flash to go with the noise.

2100h
A zap in the knee with a coincident plasma projection from the LCD display, then overhead bouncing ball bearings noise. Unusual for an apartment with carpeted floors.

11-25-2007h
1045h
Another forced "forget" in posting this blog entry last night. And another repeat of the above mentioned bleeding lesion when washing my face, the fourth consecutive night, and as before, I did not snag or otherwise perturb it. Now that I have three blooded white towels in four days, it was time to put on a laundry load, this time without all the usual clothes for the week. I can only surmise that the combination of clothes that is in the laundry is of significance, as it is constantly being modified. Once per week laundry and all the past disruptions over this haven't yet satisfied the mind-keepers. It is high time that they pissed with their own laundry and not mine. Maybe they should stick to my out-of-town brother's; he runs a commercial laundry.