05-23-2013
A short trip to a local grocery store, my second attempt today after I bailed from relentless vehicular gangstalking. A same mid grey color as my own vehicle, but a pickup truck and the large flat panel tailgate in front of me. Yes, lead-ahead gangstalking on all my curious routes, and at the turn to the parking lot I kept going instead. I haven't had such an obvious vehicular gangstalking since 2002, the year of the onset of this imposed berserk-ness.
Which set me up to go to this grocery store later in the evening, where they put on a red haired kid in scarlet red T-shirt, who redoubled over my tracks and tried to keep himelf in play (being seen). As he was about 15-18 y.o. and by himself, he stood out like a sore thumb when making out that he was shopping. That he didn`t pick anything up also served as a tip-off, and fortunately he didn't follow me to the checkout. I have seen plenty of clashing reds in the course of this 11 year long abuse, but red hair and a scarlet shirt was a total gross-out. And this signifies the perps are still putzing around with colors I abhor and combinations thereof.
05-24-2013
The vineyard owners are still having a family feud, as in not talking, so I found it strange that the other party`s brown dog was there, putting on this yelping howl k for no seeming reason. And this dog could time its barking/yelping to my pruning cuts, at least 4 in succession. Having this dog around last year wasn`t enough punishment it seems, so the dog gets to visit while the family doesn`t. But as there has been an increase in barking dogs from all directions, including my immediate neighbors in this motel suite, it doesn`t surprise me that the perps would add an additional and highly annoying bark into the noisescape, and time its yelps-barks to the exact moment I am cutting the shoots and canes of the vines.
05-25-2013
Saturday, and a waxing appointment, this time on the legs, which grew faster than normal, and my chest for the first time. (Normally I shave my chest hair each day).. Said chest has been the subject of much picking and tweezing of ingrown hairs of late, and by extension, of intense perp interest. Maser segments will arrive as the hair is pulled out and follow it while still held in the tweezers. These maser types are squiggly black lines that float along in mid-air, parallel to the hair and its root, off-set by a millimeter or two.
In advance of the above waxing appointment, the perps stepped up the fake touches from nowhere (feet, hands and forearms) while making and eating breakfast. And too, when in the bathroom, head hair will arrive from nowhere and land on my face, razor, tweezers etc in greater numbers that ``usual (grammatical syymbols are now being obstructed). These teleported hairs are most often colors (blonde, black, grey) and lengths (over 3in.) that aren't my own, so how do they arrive with such precision so that they land just where I am shaving or tweezing. I nearly always get a few on me as I exit the shower, which never happened until the perps went berserk-overt on me in 04-2002.
A two hour nap attack on the couch finished off my afternoon. I wasn't short of sleep by any means, as it is a Saturday, and yet this sudden and compelling need to have sleep came over after I launched the duplicate file finder software which ran for 40 min. or so, while asleep. Then I find that the wrong disks were run, so here we go again.
And kiddie noise from outside at 2130h as I write this, and the occasional dog bark from adjacent neighbors. The kids should be in bed by now, as they are small enough, under 3 y.o. One was licking a puddle when I entered the parking lot to go to the laundry room earlier. I pointed it out to the nearby father who was cooking on the outside barbeque. I suppose this was arranged because the perps screwed me out of dealing with the laundry in the morning as I typically do on Saturdays.
05-26-2013
The perps got me up at 0600h and had me finish the breakfast, shower and shave routine by 0730h. Then they jerked me around on a number of loose ends, including waiting for the file duplicate detection software to finish running. I finally got going by 1000h, which just pisses me off as I like to start hiking much earlier.
I was screwed out of the first choice of hiking after the map and instructions didn't seem to work out, though I did drive around Oliver looking for the trail-head. Instead, I did the MacIntyre Bluff hike, one hour each way, and a huge 180 degree view up from the rock immediately W of the river channel, NE of the vineyards. (One can see the trail before it goes under the trees) . It has become my default hike if the exploration of new trails goes awry, as it usually does.
As the perps delayed my start, it wasnt any surprise to encounter hordes of gangstalking vehicles, and the trains of color and vehicle arrangements. They now like to alternate red and white vehicles, and so far, no more than four in file. I had four black vehicles on my tail at one point, while I was following a white vehicle and a red one in front of it. And what is it and these lonely dudes walking along the highway. At least 6 today, and of course, freaks in some capacity; large male guts, long beards, irregular gaits, and the finale was the pair of negroes walking together, one with a near-indistinguishable brown shirt on. One was wearing a bright red toque, about the most ridiculous head-wear, short of going tribal.
Another trait in vehicular gangstalking is adding more brown vehicles; some half dozen on my afternoon commutes of 20 minutes. And not just the light metallic tan ones either, but mid-browns and dark-browns too, though usually with a metallic flake finish. I suppose the recent elimination of chocolate might be part of this, as they don't want the brown color in me any more, just around me. The opening salvo for this new state of browning around was three weeks ago when they put on a Volvo 850 wagon (Favored vehicle) in deep metallic brown (Unfavored color). The perps have put together all manner of individual person Favored-Unfavored combinations (e.g. blonde girl wearing red or brown), but never with vehicles until now. Nothing is sacred, not even sighting ones favorite vehicle.
One of this mornings lead-ahead gangstalk vehicles was a pickup truck with a heavy duty after-market box that was black in color. And only in fleeting glances and when making its last turn did I see it had a mid-brown cab. Exciting moments in perp games, 11 years later. Funny how I didnt have the notion to take a long walk off the cliff when I was up there on my hike.
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Sunday, May 26, 2013
Saturday, June 09, 2012
Getting the Red Out
06-02-2012
The perps have been going heavy on the red of late; red shirted Fuckwits at every glance, three to six red vehicles at an intersection, and today's crowning touch, having me clean the outside of my vehicle at a vehicle cleaning bay with red-pink foam coming out of the brush. Then they went nuts with extra red after that. They were pulling this same stunt back in 2004 to 2006, having me use a red foaming brush at the commercial cleaning bays, and then going beserk with extra thousands of gangstalking vehicles (some red ones) on the highway route back into downtown Victoria. They tried it once and then backed off to colorless soap for a white foaming brush. So here we are, full circle; they let me own a vehicle as of two months ago (April 15) and keep up the airborne mess to stick to my vehicle with the odd "overspray" of Nova on it too, a vineyard application.
Then they have me dry the vehicle off by doing a 10 min. highway drive and were all over me with obstructing side-by-side vehicle pairs, and bringing on platoons of oncoming vehicles, the red ones ensconced by a consort of greyscale colored vehicles; white, silver-grey, mid-grey and black.
And now that I am sized down, as in now living in a 10'x10' room, plus kitchen and bathroom sharing, I can expect more perp games. They were up to sabotaging me taking a shit in a new way; they split a hole in the toilet paper I was holding when cleaning up after a crap. And did it twice in succession just to make sure I knew it was them. Here we are after ten years of intense insane abuse, and they come up with a new way to piss me off while taking a shit. Expect this blog to run for at least ten more years after that new and lower level of juvenile abuse has been arranged by the Abuser-General of the Thems.
And too, this household is heavy on red wallcoverings, paint and even a dishes cleaning rag is dark red. Also, the tray for all the cutlery is dark red wood. My new-to-me bed cover is white with red quilted patches and the sheet is a denim blue with a purple blanket between the cover and sheet. This too is of intense perp focus, my bedding fabric colors, as one spends eight hours of sleeping on or under them. No more grotesque brown purple bedsheets like the last place.
And a tanning salon visitation just before the car washing this morning; a new "need" to tan those regions that are relatively untanned in normal beach and outdoor work activity. No skyclad tanning allowed at this new city it would seem. Though to be fair, I don't know what the region has to offer as I am kept on a short leash as to getting new information.
06-04-2012
Living in a shared house means also sharing the ceramic crockery, a long-time focus of the perps to the level of the Fuckwits packing ceramic plate with them in public, button-down suited Fuckwits with a dinner plate in hand for crissakes. It was two years ago when an Emile Henry crockery "need" came on when I could of got a 4 place set at LD for what I was forced to spend at the specialty cookware store. So here we are now, and quite a collection of odd-set crockery and colors too, all for the insane relentless mind-fuck and full-on life abuse agenda/games. Hopefully, in four months time I can go back to a motel and get access to all my belongings. (90% is stuffed in the closet in this one room rental).
I was helping doing trellis wire installation in the vineyard today, walking behind the ATV and putting the wires up on their cleats on the posts. There was two one hundred pound spools in the ATV that were unrolling as it was driven ahead of me, and then at each end we put in crimp sleeves and short chains to tighten them up. Talk about a made-for-perp-games job, walking behind a vehicle at a slow speed and two rotating spools of wire in a vehicle. And have I not experienced automobiles and tractors driving ahead or behind me, or even the latter churning up the ground I was on only five seconds ago? And have I not mentioned the spools of wire and cable the power and telephone companies seem to be carrying in my proximity nearly every outing? If I haven't mentioned it I am remiss, and the latter is exceedingly common especially when the arrange two or three boom trucks on a "job" and also block at least one traffic lane. And too, recall those large spools of cable sitting ready for Flight 77 on 9/11/2001 (or whatever did arrive, as there isn't wide agreement). The perps cannot get enough cable and wire spools as props around me.
Other sharing outcomes is to have limited bathroom time for shaving, meaning that arms and undearms are done one day, and torso the next in addition to the daily face and neck shave. Exciting perp moments indeed when they had me doing all shaving every morning from Jan. to Mar. 2012.
06-04-2012
A day of near constant rain in the vineyard today. I am helping install new trellis wires. Two 100lb spools sit on the back of the ATV and I walk behind, snapping the wires into their cleats. Though, sometimes there aren't any cleats so we put them in, or other wires are crossed up. I am working with an
Australian man, an al round handiman who has put together sawmills in the past, as well as being a trained welder. The Australian connection again, two viticulturalists I have met were both Australians.
Funny how that is, and that the perps like to arrange them, and LH drive vehicles too.
06-06-2012
A day of work on the vineyard, hanging up the trellis wires, two of us finishing the 6 acre vineyard in 2.5 days. I got a two helicopter flyover on the way back, different makes in different locations. And eight red vehicles visible at a glance, the most they have put on at an intersection since about 2007. Seemingly, they are testing the same conditions then, but with some kind of remediation/nonconsensual meddling to re-test now, five years later.
Near all day rain today, and I still had the raingear on as yesterday. Except today, they mucked up my raingear with the grease off the 100lb spools of trellis wire. The system is to grease the spool edges and have them spin inside a milk crate, and the grease can then get on the ATV, wire, me and my raingear. So.., the assholes put grease on my $300 Blue Storm rain-pants, and have likely been itching to do so when I got them in 09-2011. It wouldn't be the first time the assholes have sabotaged new rainpaints; they fucked the new ones I had for last year's daffodil picking, making leaks "happen" at the knees, the first day I owned them. I went to take them back and the assholes stole my reciept off my desk.
And I recall that especially, as the assholes had me retrieve from the garbage at first, something I would never do, as I keep reciepts.
06-07-2012
And another PC crash wiped out some blogging yesterday, artfully arranged as I was knee deep into detailing more perp games.
Another rainy day, though not as much rain. I was doing vine shoot thining and tucking until called to wield a rake and shovel to aid the Australian handyman fellow who was running the vineyard tractor. An area was groomed with new gravel, compacted (by me), and a pad arranged to accept a 40' long extra high container that will serve as a shelter for the vineyard tractor and ATV. And lo, if it isn't where I have been parking my vehicle for the last month of vineyard work. In keeping with the street digging, building digging and other soil material pranks I am constantly exposed too. All the better to have me on the job, running the compactor and raking the gravel.
And plenty of masers and plasma flashes while doing the above soil work, all in keeping with what goes on all the time now, these magnetic energy phenomenon airmed to coincide with my activities or thoughts. Regular readers will know that I have been kept in a megnetic field of 200 Gauss since 2002, and 1600
Gauss in 2009, both measured with quality equipment. Some TI's indicate that they are also kept in a plasma field, a bright whitish glow around them that only a camera can detect, they cannot due to some form of obstructive interference.
06-08-2012
toilet blocked for a whole day, landlady wasn't too with it to get onto it. Ridiculous, and one of those low-flush models with the convoluted drainage and a non-round plunger-confounding bowl. Just the perfect perp set-up; to have a non-functioning toilet for days on end until the landlady gets it together to purchase a plumbing snake. I hope this is the last time the perps pull this stunt here, otherwise I will have to get my own place and do battle with the toilet on my own, like always until I moved into this shared house a week ago.
more rain today, the perps had me wearing a blue shirt Mon-Thurs this week, and then a mid-grey shirt today. It was cold enough in the morning that the vineyard owner loaned me a light brown fleece coat with grey fiber strands in it. And lo, if the perps didn't arrange for the sun to come out just before I took lunch, and then they had me put on sun block on my face afterward. Which is when the vineyard owner came to chat to me. Then it got too hot once I restarted work, so I took my shirt off to get some tan time, but it lasted an half hour or so, and then the grey clouds moved in, though no more rain.
06-08-2012
An eventful round of abusive fuckery before getting my haircut and leg waxed this morning. (A "need" to have the smooth hairless look has slowly come on in the last two years, the leg hair removal at least a year ago, and waxing some 7 months.) First it was having me "forget" to take a towel and facecloth into the bathroom prior to showering and shaving. Then a fake-out with the blocked toilet said to be working, and then it backed up on me. The landlady had taken off by then, and I purchased an auger to get it unplugged. I spent 40 min. on it and wasn't successful. And lo, if she doesn't come back with the identical model of auger, claiming she went to get one and spent 1.5 hours of being gone when it took 10 minutes return trip to get it.
So, after relative freedom over the past 4 months in allowed to take a crap without need of plunger or shower or both, the assholes decide to re-start these fucking toilet games again. Ever since the high tech apartment invasion and personnel in my apartment 04-2002, one of whom blocked the toilet with a ballon, I have not been allowed to take a crap without fear and trepidation (last 4 months excepted) of something going very wrong. Not to mention the sudden onset of the chocolate "habit" that still continues, and the careful introduction of brown colored vehicles around me, usually after a run-up of grey scale colored vehicles.
And continuing rain today, often a sign of extensive perp activity in my case. This area of the Okanagan gets 11 in. of rain/year, and I swear at least half of it has unloaded this week alone.
A Saturday, and in vineyard work, a day off. I see my farmworker colleagues in Victoria are continuing in my footsteps, they at the farm I worked at exclusively last year. One in particular has crossed my path at two farms, and doing all the things I do in the way of tasks, now in her third year of it. Funny how she gets assigned to be "sticky", as in farm work, the pestilent friend and even I helped her move out of her place last year. I haven't quite figured out if she is an abettor or a morphed-in operative for all the face time she gets with me. Not to mention emails and phone calls as well as last year's Fugliest Negro gangstalking. (Everytime this fightful gangstalker came near me, she "happened" to be hanging around me, if not chatting with me). The former are with sign-offs like "Miss You" or subject lines of "My Thoughts are With You", though whenever we meet in person or connect on the phone, there isn't any suggestion of that. Another one of those never-in-person expressions of deepening interest, though never instantiated or even hinted at in person. Whatever it is, I am hoping it doesn't progress any further as I don't need another dysfunctional in my life.
Having two roomates, the first in over 34 years of adult living, is dysfunctional enough. Someone put my dried laundry in a heap on the sole working surface in the kitchen. Like WTF; they knew it was mine, and why leave my clean laundry in that crumb infested clutterfuck of a kitchen? All for more perverse juxtapositions, contact and spatial arrangements; someone knew I would never, ever, put my laundry on my own (relatively clean and crumb free) kitchen counter, so they decided that one of two roomates in my absence would do it for me. How nice; do I need my clothes fucked with any more than I what I deal with prior to this present space constrained existence? Hardly.
And to conclude with the title theme again; both the hair stylist and the wax esthetician both had a small streak of unnatural red dye in their hair today. One plump and plain, the other svelte and blonde, and both with this ridiculous, if not fugly, scarlet red dye in their hair. There has been a decided uptick of this "fashion" in this town, and it looks appalling.
Enough kvetching while the rain continues for the six day in succession in this 11 inches/year region (average) and I should be glad this PC hasn't crashed today.
The perps have been going heavy on the red of late; red shirted Fuckwits at every glance, three to six red vehicles at an intersection, and today's crowning touch, having me clean the outside of my vehicle at a vehicle cleaning bay with red-pink foam coming out of the brush. Then they went nuts with extra red after that. They were pulling this same stunt back in 2004 to 2006, having me use a red foaming brush at the commercial cleaning bays, and then going beserk with extra thousands of gangstalking vehicles (some red ones) on the highway route back into downtown Victoria. They tried it once and then backed off to colorless soap for a white foaming brush. So here we are, full circle; they let me own a vehicle as of two months ago (April 15) and keep up the airborne mess to stick to my vehicle with the odd "overspray" of Nova on it too, a vineyard application.
Then they have me dry the vehicle off by doing a 10 min. highway drive and were all over me with obstructing side-by-side vehicle pairs, and bringing on platoons of oncoming vehicles, the red ones ensconced by a consort of greyscale colored vehicles; white, silver-grey, mid-grey and black.
And now that I am sized down, as in now living in a 10'x10' room, plus kitchen and bathroom sharing, I can expect more perp games. They were up to sabotaging me taking a shit in a new way; they split a hole in the toilet paper I was holding when cleaning up after a crap. And did it twice in succession just to make sure I knew it was them. Here we are after ten years of intense insane abuse, and they come up with a new way to piss me off while taking a shit. Expect this blog to run for at least ten more years after that new and lower level of juvenile abuse has been arranged by the Abuser-General of the Thems.
And too, this household is heavy on red wallcoverings, paint and even a dishes cleaning rag is dark red. Also, the tray for all the cutlery is dark red wood. My new-to-me bed cover is white with red quilted patches and the sheet is a denim blue with a purple blanket between the cover and sheet. This too is of intense perp focus, my bedding fabric colors, as one spends eight hours of sleeping on or under them. No more grotesque brown purple bedsheets like the last place.
And a tanning salon visitation just before the car washing this morning; a new "need" to tan those regions that are relatively untanned in normal beach and outdoor work activity. No skyclad tanning allowed at this new city it would seem. Though to be fair, I don't know what the region has to offer as I am kept on a short leash as to getting new information.
06-04-2012
Living in a shared house means also sharing the ceramic crockery, a long-time focus of the perps to the level of the Fuckwits packing ceramic plate with them in public, button-down suited Fuckwits with a dinner plate in hand for crissakes. It was two years ago when an Emile Henry crockery "need" came on when I could of got a 4 place set at LD for what I was forced to spend at the specialty cookware store. So here we are now, and quite a collection of odd-set crockery and colors too, all for the insane relentless mind-fuck and full-on life abuse agenda/games. Hopefully, in four months time I can go back to a motel and get access to all my belongings. (90% is stuffed in the closet in this one room rental).
I was helping doing trellis wire installation in the vineyard today, walking behind the ATV and putting the wires up on their cleats on the posts. There was two one hundred pound spools in the ATV that were unrolling as it was driven ahead of me, and then at each end we put in crimp sleeves and short chains to tighten them up. Talk about a made-for-perp-games job, walking behind a vehicle at a slow speed and two rotating spools of wire in a vehicle. And have I not experienced automobiles and tractors driving ahead or behind me, or even the latter churning up the ground I was on only five seconds ago? And have I not mentioned the spools of wire and cable the power and telephone companies seem to be carrying in my proximity nearly every outing? If I haven't mentioned it I am remiss, and the latter is exceedingly common especially when the arrange two or three boom trucks on a "job" and also block at least one traffic lane. And too, recall those large spools of cable sitting ready for Flight 77 on 9/11/2001 (or whatever did arrive, as there isn't wide agreement). The perps cannot get enough cable and wire spools as props around me.
Other sharing outcomes is to have limited bathroom time for shaving, meaning that arms and undearms are done one day, and torso the next in addition to the daily face and neck shave. Exciting perp moments indeed when they had me doing all shaving every morning from Jan. to Mar. 2012.
06-04-2012
A day of near constant rain in the vineyard today. I am helping install new trellis wires. Two 100lb spools sit on the back of the ATV and I walk behind, snapping the wires into their cleats. Though, sometimes there aren't any cleats so we put them in, or other wires are crossed up. I am working with an
Australian man, an al round handiman who has put together sawmills in the past, as well as being a trained welder. The Australian connection again, two viticulturalists I have met were both Australians.
Funny how that is, and that the perps like to arrange them, and LH drive vehicles too.
06-06-2012
A day of work on the vineyard, hanging up the trellis wires, two of us finishing the 6 acre vineyard in 2.5 days. I got a two helicopter flyover on the way back, different makes in different locations. And eight red vehicles visible at a glance, the most they have put on at an intersection since about 2007. Seemingly, they are testing the same conditions then, but with some kind of remediation/nonconsensual meddling to re-test now, five years later.
Near all day rain today, and I still had the raingear on as yesterday. Except today, they mucked up my raingear with the grease off the 100lb spools of trellis wire. The system is to grease the spool edges and have them spin inside a milk crate, and the grease can then get on the ATV, wire, me and my raingear. So.., the assholes put grease on my $300 Blue Storm rain-pants, and have likely been itching to do so when I got them in 09-2011. It wouldn't be the first time the assholes have sabotaged new rainpaints; they fucked the new ones I had for last year's daffodil picking, making leaks "happen" at the knees, the first day I owned them. I went to take them back and the assholes stole my reciept off my desk.
And I recall that especially, as the assholes had me retrieve from the garbage at first, something I would never do, as I keep reciepts.
06-07-2012
And another PC crash wiped out some blogging yesterday, artfully arranged as I was knee deep into detailing more perp games.
Another rainy day, though not as much rain. I was doing vine shoot thining and tucking until called to wield a rake and shovel to aid the Australian handyman fellow who was running the vineyard tractor. An area was groomed with new gravel, compacted (by me), and a pad arranged to accept a 40' long extra high container that will serve as a shelter for the vineyard tractor and ATV. And lo, if it isn't where I have been parking my vehicle for the last month of vineyard work. In keeping with the street digging, building digging and other soil material pranks I am constantly exposed too. All the better to have me on the job, running the compactor and raking the gravel.
And plenty of masers and plasma flashes while doing the above soil work, all in keeping with what goes on all the time now, these magnetic energy phenomenon airmed to coincide with my activities or thoughts. Regular readers will know that I have been kept in a megnetic field of 200 Gauss since 2002, and 1600
Gauss in 2009, both measured with quality equipment. Some TI's indicate that they are also kept in a plasma field, a bright whitish glow around them that only a camera can detect, they cannot due to some form of obstructive interference.
06-08-2012
toilet blocked for a whole day, landlady wasn't too with it to get onto it. Ridiculous, and one of those low-flush models with the convoluted drainage and a non-round plunger-confounding bowl. Just the perfect perp set-up; to have a non-functioning toilet for days on end until the landlady gets it together to purchase a plumbing snake. I hope this is the last time the perps pull this stunt here, otherwise I will have to get my own place and do battle with the toilet on my own, like always until I moved into this shared house a week ago.
more rain today, the perps had me wearing a blue shirt Mon-Thurs this week, and then a mid-grey shirt today. It was cold enough in the morning that the vineyard owner loaned me a light brown fleece coat with grey fiber strands in it. And lo, if the perps didn't arrange for the sun to come out just before I took lunch, and then they had me put on sun block on my face afterward. Which is when the vineyard owner came to chat to me. Then it got too hot once I restarted work, so I took my shirt off to get some tan time, but it lasted an half hour or so, and then the grey clouds moved in, though no more rain.
06-08-2012
An eventful round of abusive fuckery before getting my haircut and leg waxed this morning. (A "need" to have the smooth hairless look has slowly come on in the last two years, the leg hair removal at least a year ago, and waxing some 7 months.) First it was having me "forget" to take a towel and facecloth into the bathroom prior to showering and shaving. Then a fake-out with the blocked toilet said to be working, and then it backed up on me. The landlady had taken off by then, and I purchased an auger to get it unplugged. I spent 40 min. on it and wasn't successful. And lo, if she doesn't come back with the identical model of auger, claiming she went to get one and spent 1.5 hours of being gone when it took 10 minutes return trip to get it.
So, after relative freedom over the past 4 months in allowed to take a crap without need of plunger or shower or both, the assholes decide to re-start these fucking toilet games again. Ever since the high tech apartment invasion and personnel in my apartment 04-2002, one of whom blocked the toilet with a ballon, I have not been allowed to take a crap without fear and trepidation (last 4 months excepted) of something going very wrong. Not to mention the sudden onset of the chocolate "habit" that still continues, and the careful introduction of brown colored vehicles around me, usually after a run-up of grey scale colored vehicles.
And continuing rain today, often a sign of extensive perp activity in my case. This area of the Okanagan gets 11 in. of rain/year, and I swear at least half of it has unloaded this week alone.
A Saturday, and in vineyard work, a day off. I see my farmworker colleagues in Victoria are continuing in my footsteps, they at the farm I worked at exclusively last year. One in particular has crossed my path at two farms, and doing all the things I do in the way of tasks, now in her third year of it. Funny how she gets assigned to be "sticky", as in farm work, the pestilent friend and even I helped her move out of her place last year. I haven't quite figured out if she is an abettor or a morphed-in operative for all the face time she gets with me. Not to mention emails and phone calls as well as last year's Fugliest Negro gangstalking. (Everytime this fightful gangstalker came near me, she "happened" to be hanging around me, if not chatting with me). The former are with sign-offs like "Miss You" or subject lines of "My Thoughts are With You", though whenever we meet in person or connect on the phone, there isn't any suggestion of that. Another one of those never-in-person expressions of deepening interest, though never instantiated or even hinted at in person. Whatever it is, I am hoping it doesn't progress any further as I don't need another dysfunctional in my life.
Having two roomates, the first in over 34 years of adult living, is dysfunctional enough. Someone put my dried laundry in a heap on the sole working surface in the kitchen. Like WTF; they knew it was mine, and why leave my clean laundry in that crumb infested clutterfuck of a kitchen? All for more perverse juxtapositions, contact and spatial arrangements; someone knew I would never, ever, put my laundry on my own (relatively clean and crumb free) kitchen counter, so they decided that one of two roomates in my absence would do it for me. How nice; do I need my clothes fucked with any more than I what I deal with prior to this present space constrained existence? Hardly.
And to conclude with the title theme again; both the hair stylist and the wax esthetician both had a small streak of unnatural red dye in their hair today. One plump and plain, the other svelte and blonde, and both with this ridiculous, if not fugly, scarlet red dye in their hair. There has been a decided uptick of this "fashion" in this town, and it looks appalling.
Enough kvetching while the rain continues for the six day in succession in this 11 inches/year region (average) and I should be glad this PC hasn't crashed today.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Australian Week
03-12-2012
Day 1 of my work practicum at a vineyard, and lo, if the perps didn't pull an all day snow-light rain today, limiting my view from the window of the viticulturalist. He is Australian, so it was difficult to understand him at times, though he has lived here for two years, and is doubtless familiar with accent understanding abilities.
I am renting a light metallic blue Hyundai this week, an OK vehicle in all. Naturally, the blue vehilcle stalking ramped up, and they like to arrange at least three or more blue colored vehicles around me at intervals. The greyscale colors also predominate of arranged vehicles, and they are trying me out on more red colored vehicles in a single glance, up to six at a glance and quite a increase of the usual red vehicle ensconced among a greyscale color escort. I suspect the red piping on the inside of my stretch wind-proof pants is the attraction for the perps, as they had purged me of red colored clothing back in 2002, when it would strangely get mangled in washing machines and experience accelerated wear.
And it is to rain all week, and lo, if the perps didn't screw me out of bringing my raingear up to this city. Funny how that happens, the first week I get to do physical work. I have a pile of notes to type up, and I am going to call today as blogged, unless something bizarre erupts.
03-13-2012
Out and about in the vineyard, an overhead helicopter in near full time attendance, white with a light green tail; and lo, if it didn't find me again when 30km away, driving back on the highway.
One of the vineyard staff has a brigh yellow truck, and she was having an extended conversation with the viticulturalist, before during and after my lunch in the office. She was a graduate of last year's class in viticulture.
An unfriendly woman with a black colored vacuum hose arrives at the lunch table, and with a plastic box- and gives me a stare.The she leaves the items at the table, and takes off while I am finishing lunch. And lo, if she didn't pop-up at the hallway corner when exiting the lunch room.
I arrive with the vehicle in Penticton and utilized it to do some shopping, somehow having a "need" to get more Nutella at a large volume discount store. And lo, if I don't meet one of my classmates, and he holds me up with conversation at the chocolate section. He was also in brown, a fugly lighter yellow toned brown. A 70 y.o. , ancient crone in blonde hair also came by, invoking some conversation- yuk.
03-14-2012
More bizarre vehicle passing games on the highway, not that I was going much more than the speed limit, for the third time in three days.
When approaching Skaha Lake, a bird was in place over the lakeside bluffs, staying motionless in mid-air, as the wind was sufficient to keep it aloft. An interesting diversion as the bird was motionless, and lo, if they didn't then re-direct my vision to an overhead helicopter, my regular one this week, visible at the same size, orientation and apparent speed as the bird.
03-15-2012
At the vineyard/winery, a family with two kids came to visit the vineyard manager, and strangely hang outside of his office in the hall and smile, while the boy looked terrified. Neither party seemed to know the other and the rationale of introducing them wasn't clear either. Kid-stalking again.
Another oddity of a vehicle passing me, this time on a back road when I was travelling in excess of the speed limit in a residental area, and this woman with two kids staring at me passes by. Not your normal mother
A Chicken Run, stopping off with the rental car at a certain supermarket and then going home to eat some and then making chicken quesadillas. At least 20 tromping walkbys after that, while cutting it up and making dinner. Exciting times for insane assholes
I see that Songbird, the music library won't work now; my go to media player, because it played FLAC files unlike that wretched Windows equivalent, is now broke, even after re-installing it. Having me without music is just where they want me; all the on-off album listening/purchasing of the long past is now better understood in terms of perp manipulation. Plus, making sure the then wife was a total ignoramous about music, another way of keeping me out of the mainstream.
03-16-2012
Last day of driving the blue rental Hyundai I had this week, and no perp games of scraping or damaging it, like they did to me in 2002, and fucking me out of $600 in repair costs. Plenty of similar light metallic blue vehicles on the road in the vehicular gangstalking parace and escort. They fucked me out of remembering to fill it up, and with a pending $55 charge by Budget to do the same, I was back in the vehicle and drove to the nearest gasoline station. I was told it was a Mohawk, but no, it was a Husky, and why do I constantly get such deliberate disinformation all the time? Then I was asked if I wanted a ride back to my hotel, and I said yes. And lo, if the offer wasn't retracted as the person who was to drive was gone. With only three staff there, how did she not know? And the strange dude who is the lot boy, came to stare at me from behind the counter, appearing to be there for no other cause but to stand there with his motorcycle helmet in his arm. Like WTF; why are so many seeming normal people behaving so strangely.
And with the vehicle, just before turning it in, I drop into the suntan salon, to set up an appointment in the next two hours, if possible. Not only two ahead of me in the line, but three more women who came in and just sat there on the couch, not seeming to be involved in getting a tan, though it looked like all of them were regular tan salon customers, going by skin tone. Sensing that I wasn't going to get in soon, I explained that I was passing by, and the attendant said the lie-down bed was availible. So I took a tan, still dressed in my outside work clothes, boots and long underwear on. And when I get out, the salon attendant is barrelling at me as I step into the hallway, and another five people have arrived to loiter in the salon lobby for some strange reason, this at 1430h on a Friday. Like WTF; just blatant loiterers pretending to be part of the crush. Last week's tanning session should put paid to any notion this this is "normal' ebb and flow of tanning customers in March on a weekday afternoon.
Anyhow, I will be doing pruning for pay tomorrow, all day if it goes OK, Sunday as well. Now that the perps have be into my overdraft at the bank, and a $400 hit for car rental, they decide to pull me out of it, at least for now. Funny how that "happens", though they have kept me in an overdraft state for five or more months at a stretch, though they seemed to lessen these indebted durations in the last three years. I say so what, if one adds up foregone income since 04-2002, that is a $500,000 bill, and none of this month-to-month existence, in and out of farm work each year. All the while, drawing this ridiculous "disabled" income to barely get me by. Then add on the imposed chocolate eating "need", often $250/month so the perps can play brown food color games. Then add on the unneccessary shopping "needs", like those steel toed boots that haven't been worn in 4.5 years, due to the sudden decrease in jobs after they were purchased. I reckon last year's sudden shopping "needs" screwed me out of $1000 bucks. Some of it was needed to upgrade my wardrobe, but not all of it. Tiresome intrusion into every aspect of my now-squalid existence. Welcome to the New Perp Order.
Now to be posted to stop my retrospective analysis of perp abuses.
Day 1 of my work practicum at a vineyard, and lo, if the perps didn't pull an all day snow-light rain today, limiting my view from the window of the viticulturalist. He is Australian, so it was difficult to understand him at times, though he has lived here for two years, and is doubtless familiar with accent understanding abilities.
I am renting a light metallic blue Hyundai this week, an OK vehicle in all. Naturally, the blue vehilcle stalking ramped up, and they like to arrange at least three or more blue colored vehicles around me at intervals. The greyscale colors also predominate of arranged vehicles, and they are trying me out on more red colored vehicles in a single glance, up to six at a glance and quite a increase of the usual red vehicle ensconced among a greyscale color escort. I suspect the red piping on the inside of my stretch wind-proof pants is the attraction for the perps, as they had purged me of red colored clothing back in 2002, when it would strangely get mangled in washing machines and experience accelerated wear.
And it is to rain all week, and lo, if the perps didn't screw me out of bringing my raingear up to this city. Funny how that happens, the first week I get to do physical work. I have a pile of notes to type up, and I am going to call today as blogged, unless something bizarre erupts.
03-13-2012
Out and about in the vineyard, an overhead helicopter in near full time attendance, white with a light green tail; and lo, if it didn't find me again when 30km away, driving back on the highway.
One of the vineyard staff has a brigh yellow truck, and she was having an extended conversation with the viticulturalist, before during and after my lunch in the office. She was a graduate of last year's class in viticulture.
An unfriendly woman with a black colored vacuum hose arrives at the lunch table, and with a plastic box- and gives me a stare.The she leaves the items at the table, and takes off while I am finishing lunch. And lo, if she didn't pop-up at the hallway corner when exiting the lunch room.
I arrive with the vehicle in Penticton and utilized it to do some shopping, somehow having a "need" to get more Nutella at a large volume discount store. And lo, if I don't meet one of my classmates, and he holds me up with conversation at the chocolate section. He was also in brown, a fugly lighter yellow toned brown. A 70 y.o. , ancient crone in blonde hair also came by, invoking some conversation- yuk.
03-14-2012
More bizarre vehicle passing games on the highway, not that I was going much more than the speed limit, for the third time in three days.
When approaching Skaha Lake, a bird was in place over the lakeside bluffs, staying motionless in mid-air, as the wind was sufficient to keep it aloft. An interesting diversion as the bird was motionless, and lo, if they didn't then re-direct my vision to an overhead helicopter, my regular one this week, visible at the same size, orientation and apparent speed as the bird.
03-15-2012
At the vineyard/winery, a family with two kids came to visit the vineyard manager, and strangely hang outside of his office in the hall and smile, while the boy looked terrified. Neither party seemed to know the other and the rationale of introducing them wasn't clear either. Kid-stalking again.
Another oddity of a vehicle passing me, this time on a back road when I was travelling in excess of the speed limit in a residental area, and this woman with two kids staring at me passes by. Not your normal mother
A Chicken Run, stopping off with the rental car at a certain supermarket and then going home to eat some and then making chicken quesadillas. At least 20 tromping walkbys after that, while cutting it up and making dinner. Exciting times for insane assholes
I see that Songbird, the music library won't work now; my go to media player, because it played FLAC files unlike that wretched Windows equivalent, is now broke, even after re-installing it. Having me without music is just where they want me; all the on-off album listening/purchasing of the long past is now better understood in terms of perp manipulation. Plus, making sure the then wife was a total ignoramous about music, another way of keeping me out of the mainstream.
03-16-2012
Last day of driving the blue rental Hyundai I had this week, and no perp games of scraping or damaging it, like they did to me in 2002, and fucking me out of $600 in repair costs. Plenty of similar light metallic blue vehicles on the road in the vehicular gangstalking parace and escort. They fucked me out of remembering to fill it up, and with a pending $55 charge by Budget to do the same, I was back in the vehicle and drove to the nearest gasoline station. I was told it was a Mohawk, but no, it was a Husky, and why do I constantly get such deliberate disinformation all the time? Then I was asked if I wanted a ride back to my hotel, and I said yes. And lo, if the offer wasn't retracted as the person who was to drive was gone. With only three staff there, how did she not know? And the strange dude who is the lot boy, came to stare at me from behind the counter, appearing to be there for no other cause but to stand there with his motorcycle helmet in his arm. Like WTF; why are so many seeming normal people behaving so strangely.
And with the vehicle, just before turning it in, I drop into the suntan salon, to set up an appointment in the next two hours, if possible. Not only two ahead of me in the line, but three more women who came in and just sat there on the couch, not seeming to be involved in getting a tan, though it looked like all of them were regular tan salon customers, going by skin tone. Sensing that I wasn't going to get in soon, I explained that I was passing by, and the attendant said the lie-down bed was availible. So I took a tan, still dressed in my outside work clothes, boots and long underwear on. And when I get out, the salon attendant is barrelling at me as I step into the hallway, and another five people have arrived to loiter in the salon lobby for some strange reason, this at 1430h on a Friday. Like WTF; just blatant loiterers pretending to be part of the crush. Last week's tanning session should put paid to any notion this this is "normal' ebb and flow of tanning customers in March on a weekday afternoon.
Anyhow, I will be doing pruning for pay tomorrow, all day if it goes OK, Sunday as well. Now that the perps have be into my overdraft at the bank, and a $400 hit for car rental, they decide to pull me out of it, at least for now. Funny how that "happens", though they have kept me in an overdraft state for five or more months at a stretch, though they seemed to lessen these indebted durations in the last three years. I say so what, if one adds up foregone income since 04-2002, that is a $500,000 bill, and none of this month-to-month existence, in and out of farm work each year. All the while, drawing this ridiculous "disabled" income to barely get me by. Then add on the imposed chocolate eating "need", often $250/month so the perps can play brown food color games. Then add on the unneccessary shopping "needs", like those steel toed boots that haven't been worn in 4.5 years, due to the sudden decrease in jobs after they were purchased. I reckon last year's sudden shopping "needs" screwed me out of $1000 bucks. Some of it was needed to upgrade my wardrobe, but not all of it. Tiresome intrusion into every aspect of my now-squalid existence. Welcome to the New Perp Order.
Now to be posted to stop my retrospective analysis of perp abuses.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Another Online Schlepping Day
1020h
Translated, the post's title refers to the fact that I had the ambition to walk some three blocks into downtown and do some banking and then pick up more omega 3 supplements, as these had an "accelerated" depletion rate by unconventional means. Then the ambition notions rapidly attenuated, and here I am putzing on the web all morning, my usual default "habit".
And it seems that the perps want to repeat last month's temporal offset medication and supplement timing acquisition and use. The medications were procured a week before "I" (in the collective mind controlled sense) was energized to get the supplements and start using them. Hence, the supplements, a month's supply, should have lasted an extra week longer, but mysteriously didn't. There have been past anomalous depletions of my essential fatty acids supply, even in pre-overt harassment days before 04-2002.
As I predicted, the perps kept me tossing and turning for over an hour last night before allowing me to go to sleep. I had an uncontrolled thought come to mind as I was reviewing the day's activities, and realized that yesterday my mother asked about furniture of mine that she has never seen or would even know about. These are two indoor canvas chairs with chrome frames that my brother disposed of, though he never mentioned where, in early 2005. I was moving into a smaller apartment and had no room for them. I owned these chairs first when I was in Seattle in 2001, and so only I would know about them, as family "interaction" (as managed by mind-control and scripts), doesn't get to the level of even mentioning furniture in any detailed way, and nor have my parents ever visited any of my five apartments in town.
When I had that realization, if indeed it was mine, while tossing and turning, the noisescape was turned up for the next five minutes or so; more overhead pounding, more heavy duty vehicle noise from outside (at 2300h to 2400h), more brake squealing, a procession of vehicles with perforated mufflers, buzzy Vespas noise, the tenth siren occurence of yesterday, street hollaring and a few other augmentations that I cannot recall.
Another nightime game was to wake me up and look at the grainy picture show on the ceiling, and this time it was dynamic, with a vibrational grainy appearance that was active, unlike the static looks of the past. And for the first time in observing this "regular" anomalous phenonmenon, I was permitted to not only see this grainy pulsation of the light, but also treated to watching it slow down and dissapate to then appear static. Looking at the ceiling never has been so interesting until the perps arrived to let me know they were managing my life, and it wasn't out of any appreciation of the fact that they had already been doing since birth without anyone telling me.
1740h
I am back from the yoga and the strength training workouts, at differing locations. It is quite clear that the perps are loading more gangstalkers around me, and aren't looking to their usual pretense. One dude comes in 15 minutes late into yoga and then plants himself beside me, and then shows off his skin tone brown socks. I moved over. Then, an elderly woman arrives 30 minutes late and stands 2' away, behind me the entire time. What person on their 70's can, or would, stand for 30 minutes when a chair is beside them? I was fucking pissed at this, and wondered who in the fuck would be that sick. And very likely I know the asshole and this person was attempting to put on the staring act, and this was their morph-over form. Probably my mother, as her disappearances are getting suspicious. And I wouldn't be surprised if the 15 minutes late act with the disgusting socks wasn't my out-of-town brother who has been on many gangstalkings of late, even down to the changing hair color, same person. Meaning, the perps were purposely blowing his cover while morphed in that same body and face set.
We all had a blue mats at yoga, seven participants and six variants of blue, the only duplicate identical blue was mine, as a big hefty dude putting on the cretin act in all navy blue came for the first time, and did stand-around duty until the elderly woman came to gangstalk right over me. There is no question this yoga class is becoming an operative's rotation for gangstalking freaks, and now, no social distance is respected.
And I also got at least three red plasma flashes while a yoga in my peripherial vision, and of course no one said anything. There were at least three one second long flashes of yellow and apple green before the class started, and they were between an operative and me, and would of been seen by at least two others, and yet again, no one said anything. It is a outrage that I am being hounded all over the city, and then the sickos come to stand over me while in a yoga class.
Then onto strength training where red was the predominant color theme for the operatives swarming around me in four separate locations. While on the bicycle they filtered five of them around me, one by one, over 8 minutes or so, one guy I know from my past career who was in the next door office. He came in an apple green shirt, and this is becoming a frequent plasma flash color by designed coincidence.
In the Fellini-like progression of freaks that are "showing up", today's award goes to the operative who was hefting weights, and encircling me, all the while with his shirt lapel stuck in his mouth, and wearing shades the whole time while indoors. Yessir, you read that correctly, adult operatives/gangstalkers now place a part of their shirt in their mouth, and walk about in a fitness center, and aren't in our "day group" of putative mental defectives . In this instance, the shirt-biter had the corner of a dark green shirt in his mouth for the 15 minutes that I observed him, or more like, my attention was directed to see.
And the perps are still on granny stalking while I work out; the same wizened bag is placed near me, or my attention is directed to see, this same woman for over 8 sessions, who is always there when I am there, (and how would that happen so consistently?), and she gets "featured" everytime. She is planted when I enter, exit, wandering by when on a machine, planted in my view when on the 10 minute aerobic session, and consistently end up in view everywhere I am while there. Even the old gents in street clothes have been pulled after 4 weeks, but the granny stalking is relentless.
At the conclusion of strength training the perps had me in cornered in the change room with two dudes wearing red and one had a red gym bag in hand. The when I got out to depart, they put on two women in file both with red shirts one being a carmine red (fugly), then when on the street outside the recreation center, they put on six red parked vehicles in various orientations, and then when at the first intersection to cross, they put on three red vehicles in file, plus at least another five red vehicles passing through or turning a corner. That was the biggest red show yet, save yesterday's 8 parked red vehicles at the computer service location.
I got another reprise gangstalker while enroute in walking back from the recreation center; a navy sport jacked portly 50+ y.o. over a burgundy shirt "shows up" at the first intersection when I passed by, and he looked like a fish out of water in a suburban shopping area. Then some 25 minutes later, this same dude in the same clothes is walking toward me, closer to downtown, but still in a neighborhood where the formality is on the low side. As this is second such reprising gangstalker within two weeks, each within a half block of each other at both ends, it cannot be a fluke for even the doubters, aka clinical touts.
1900h
More overhead pounding has started up, enough for me to yell at the assholes, and still they keep this up, attempting to make it seem if the upstairs "neighbors" are tromping around in lead boots and hefting safes back and forth. My reading about Linux and Microsoft in the computer news has the perps worked up, or else it is the brown colored dinner content digestion moment they have been hounding me over for 5 years.
2000h
I heard from my ex that our daughter is going to get an award tomorrow, and the concluding school term ceremonies. And I am invited for a second foray of recent weeks to that same school for another mass gangstalking, which is the real reason. And my parents are going, a reasonably strong tip off that it is a First Feral Family event, along with everyone else. How the seating and the timing of the arrangements are going to happen I don't know. In just about every instance of group event attendance over the last five years of being harassed, and even the 4 years before that when I was employed, I was either first or last in arriving to the room or location. It is a very big deal for the perps to arrange these, as today's stand-over-me gangstalker while practicing yoga attests.
And of course this is a big deal for me as to what to wear, as I wear jeans almost exclusively, and my sports jackets are still rumpled from being stored for the past 7 months. And I am begining to understand that my entire adult life of having few matching garment combinations, despite having plenty of clothes, is also a perp managed adversity. All these clothes and few sensible combinations, and I spent decades planning to fix this wardrobe problem, and I never did "somehow". Now I know, and given their interest in all colors that I wear or see, as well as the fabrics, they had a total control over what my wardrobe.
More overhead pounding again, this time it is contingent on any thoughts that are not mind-controlled. The perps appear to use the strategy of posing a question to my subconscious that I am unaware of, so I answer it, and if it goes off script, the fuckers start pounding a 4" concrete and steel floor above me. There is some logic circuit of mine that they cannot yet disable via remote means, though they have made me do many of my routines ass backwards of late, another never-before that is being applied to me more often of late.
2220h
A yawning attack erupted as soon as I took on a new subject to look at online. These too, have long dogged me, and I could never determine a pattern of my yawning spates from the long past, and of course, they were remotely invoked at the whim of The Powers That Be, on yet again, some deranged quest for which they won't declare themselves, as if someone is looking over their shoulder.
2240h
Now more pipe bashing noise from overhead, with something like creaky springs added over it. And as it so happens, the noise is tracking my mouse clickings so enough of that activity and continuing with blogging.
And time to blog off, and call it a day, and ready myself for my going out tomorrow afternoon.
Translated, the post's title refers to the fact that I had the ambition to walk some three blocks into downtown and do some banking and then pick up more omega 3 supplements, as these had an "accelerated" depletion rate by unconventional means. Then the ambition notions rapidly attenuated, and here I am putzing on the web all morning, my usual default "habit".
And it seems that the perps want to repeat last month's temporal offset medication and supplement timing acquisition and use. The medications were procured a week before "I" (in the collective mind controlled sense) was energized to get the supplements and start using them. Hence, the supplements, a month's supply, should have lasted an extra week longer, but mysteriously didn't. There have been past anomalous depletions of my essential fatty acids supply, even in pre-overt harassment days before 04-2002.
As I predicted, the perps kept me tossing and turning for over an hour last night before allowing me to go to sleep. I had an uncontrolled thought come to mind as I was reviewing the day's activities, and realized that yesterday my mother asked about furniture of mine that she has never seen or would even know about. These are two indoor canvas chairs with chrome frames that my brother disposed of, though he never mentioned where, in early 2005. I was moving into a smaller apartment and had no room for them. I owned these chairs first when I was in Seattle in 2001, and so only I would know about them, as family "interaction" (as managed by mind-control and scripts), doesn't get to the level of even mentioning furniture in any detailed way, and nor have my parents ever visited any of my five apartments in town.
When I had that realization, if indeed it was mine, while tossing and turning, the noisescape was turned up for the next five minutes or so; more overhead pounding, more heavy duty vehicle noise from outside (at 2300h to 2400h), more brake squealing, a procession of vehicles with perforated mufflers, buzzy Vespas noise, the tenth siren occurence of yesterday, street hollaring and a few other augmentations that I cannot recall.
Another nightime game was to wake me up and look at the grainy picture show on the ceiling, and this time it was dynamic, with a vibrational grainy appearance that was active, unlike the static looks of the past. And for the first time in observing this "regular" anomalous phenonmenon, I was permitted to not only see this grainy pulsation of the light, but also treated to watching it slow down and dissapate to then appear static. Looking at the ceiling never has been so interesting until the perps arrived to let me know they were managing my life, and it wasn't out of any appreciation of the fact that they had already been doing since birth without anyone telling me.
1740h
I am back from the yoga and the strength training workouts, at differing locations. It is quite clear that the perps are loading more gangstalkers around me, and aren't looking to their usual pretense. One dude comes in 15 minutes late into yoga and then plants himself beside me, and then shows off his skin tone brown socks. I moved over. Then, an elderly woman arrives 30 minutes late and stands 2' away, behind me the entire time. What person on their 70's can, or would, stand for 30 minutes when a chair is beside them? I was fucking pissed at this, and wondered who in the fuck would be that sick. And very likely I know the asshole and this person was attempting to put on the staring act, and this was their morph-over form. Probably my mother, as her disappearances are getting suspicious. And I wouldn't be surprised if the 15 minutes late act with the disgusting socks wasn't my out-of-town brother who has been on many gangstalkings of late, even down to the changing hair color, same person. Meaning, the perps were purposely blowing his cover while morphed in that same body and face set.
We all had a blue mats at yoga, seven participants and six variants of blue, the only duplicate identical blue was mine, as a big hefty dude putting on the cretin act in all navy blue came for the first time, and did stand-around duty until the elderly woman came to gangstalk right over me. There is no question this yoga class is becoming an operative's rotation for gangstalking freaks, and now, no social distance is respected.
And I also got at least three red plasma flashes while a yoga in my peripherial vision, and of course no one said anything. There were at least three one second long flashes of yellow and apple green before the class started, and they were between an operative and me, and would of been seen by at least two others, and yet again, no one said anything. It is a outrage that I am being hounded all over the city, and then the sickos come to stand over me while in a yoga class.
Then onto strength training where red was the predominant color theme for the operatives swarming around me in four separate locations. While on the bicycle they filtered five of them around me, one by one, over 8 minutes or so, one guy I know from my past career who was in the next door office. He came in an apple green shirt, and this is becoming a frequent plasma flash color by designed coincidence.
In the Fellini-like progression of freaks that are "showing up", today's award goes to the operative who was hefting weights, and encircling me, all the while with his shirt lapel stuck in his mouth, and wearing shades the whole time while indoors. Yessir, you read that correctly, adult operatives/gangstalkers now place a part of their shirt in their mouth, and walk about in a fitness center, and aren't in our "day group" of putative mental defectives . In this instance, the shirt-biter had the corner of a dark green shirt in his mouth for the 15 minutes that I observed him, or more like, my attention was directed to see.
And the perps are still on granny stalking while I work out; the same wizened bag is placed near me, or my attention is directed to see, this same woman for over 8 sessions, who is always there when I am there, (and how would that happen so consistently?), and she gets "featured" everytime. She is planted when I enter, exit, wandering by when on a machine, planted in my view when on the 10 minute aerobic session, and consistently end up in view everywhere I am while there. Even the old gents in street clothes have been pulled after 4 weeks, but the granny stalking is relentless.
At the conclusion of strength training the perps had me in cornered in the change room with two dudes wearing red and one had a red gym bag in hand. The when I got out to depart, they put on two women in file both with red shirts one being a carmine red (fugly), then when on the street outside the recreation center, they put on six red parked vehicles in various orientations, and then when at the first intersection to cross, they put on three red vehicles in file, plus at least another five red vehicles passing through or turning a corner. That was the biggest red show yet, save yesterday's 8 parked red vehicles at the computer service location.
I got another reprise gangstalker while enroute in walking back from the recreation center; a navy sport jacked portly 50+ y.o. over a burgundy shirt "shows up" at the first intersection when I passed by, and he looked like a fish out of water in a suburban shopping area. Then some 25 minutes later, this same dude in the same clothes is walking toward me, closer to downtown, but still in a neighborhood where the formality is on the low side. As this is second such reprising gangstalker within two weeks, each within a half block of each other at both ends, it cannot be a fluke for even the doubters, aka clinical touts.
1900h
More overhead pounding has started up, enough for me to yell at the assholes, and still they keep this up, attempting to make it seem if the upstairs "neighbors" are tromping around in lead boots and hefting safes back and forth. My reading about Linux and Microsoft in the computer news has the perps worked up, or else it is the brown colored dinner content digestion moment they have been hounding me over for 5 years.
2000h
I heard from my ex that our daughter is going to get an award tomorrow, and the concluding school term ceremonies. And I am invited for a second foray of recent weeks to that same school for another mass gangstalking, which is the real reason. And my parents are going, a reasonably strong tip off that it is a First Feral Family event, along with everyone else. How the seating and the timing of the arrangements are going to happen I don't know. In just about every instance of group event attendance over the last five years of being harassed, and even the 4 years before that when I was employed, I was either first or last in arriving to the room or location. It is a very big deal for the perps to arrange these, as today's stand-over-me gangstalker while practicing yoga attests.
And of course this is a big deal for me as to what to wear, as I wear jeans almost exclusively, and my sports jackets are still rumpled from being stored for the past 7 months. And I am begining to understand that my entire adult life of having few matching garment combinations, despite having plenty of clothes, is also a perp managed adversity. All these clothes and few sensible combinations, and I spent decades planning to fix this wardrobe problem, and I never did "somehow". Now I know, and given their interest in all colors that I wear or see, as well as the fabrics, they had a total control over what my wardrobe.
More overhead pounding again, this time it is contingent on any thoughts that are not mind-controlled. The perps appear to use the strategy of posing a question to my subconscious that I am unaware of, so I answer it, and if it goes off script, the fuckers start pounding a 4" concrete and steel floor above me. There is some logic circuit of mine that they cannot yet disable via remote means, though they have made me do many of my routines ass backwards of late, another never-before that is being applied to me more often of late.
2220h
A yawning attack erupted as soon as I took on a new subject to look at online. These too, have long dogged me, and I could never determine a pattern of my yawning spates from the long past, and of course, they were remotely invoked at the whim of The Powers That Be, on yet again, some deranged quest for which they won't declare themselves, as if someone is looking over their shoulder.
2240h
Now more pipe bashing noise from overhead, with something like creaky springs added over it. And as it so happens, the noise is tracking my mouse clickings so enough of that activity and continuing with blogging.
And time to blog off, and call it a day, and ready myself for my going out tomorrow afternoon.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Laundry and Other Gangstalking
1155h
It was an 0800h get-up time, at least an hour earlier than the imposed "normal" of the last few months, but still one hour of extra sleep. That was interupted by the all too-usual wakeup to hear the overhead thumping, and the perps had me yell out over one of them. And, as I type this and an unbidden thought comes to mind, the overhead clunking erupted again.
The Ukranian chuch bells sounded for me only minutes before getting up, and then came on again to accompany me in eating chocolate with my breakfast. This is a Wednesday morning, and I don't think the bells were doing anything but cover me with a specific noise in the prone position and when sitting. And more likely, attempting to get comparative neural correlates for the perps favorite fuckover color, that being brown.
It was a perp obsessive activity morning; doing laundry and then writing a check out for the rent. There are no end of stunts and noisestalking that these two activities invoke, and I really don't know why except for some generalized notion of "psi" energies association. The perps even put on a pseudo couple to come in and use the very two washing machines that I used for their three shopping bags worth of laundry, and then they parked their plastic bags next to my black duffle bag which I use for packing laundry. The woman was at least a 350 pounder, and the man, who made it plain that he was only pretending to be her husband, did his back and forths in front of me, in his vile clothing color combination of a crimson red jacket and brown corduroy pants. Then he did the 90 degree offset stalk and stand in front of his putative wife, which is the current signature gangstalk move, and it was time to go, my laundry had dried enough.
I was "coralled" to use the two washing machines I had used until some five weeks ago, and wonder of wonders. One washing machine was the typical almond color most are, but the other one was swapped out for a white color one. All the clothes go into the same dryer, so maybe there are some differences the assholes are still looking for.
The laundromat attendant, Goth Girl wasn't playing her heavy metal rock at the this time, and instead of all black clothing, she had on a grey fur jacket. I call it dog emulation, as I had a black Newfoundland dog for 6 years, and my parents had two before that. And two black large dogs were planted for me to see yesterday, and likewise today, though one was a grey black combination. The perps seem to favor Bouviers, as the Newfoundlands are rare.
1435h
The perps have me in a semi-looped state, as they are taking advantage of the fact that I had a half pint of beer with a wild salmon salad at a nearby resturaunt with my mother, perp abettor big time. The almost-asleep state is a favourite of the perps to exploit and have me not fully cognizant. And yes, the waitress was young, cute and blonde, and they made sure I took many glances at her. And a booth away, some kind of song by a staff member burst forth with the pudgy woman recipient standing on a chair. Layering on the bizarre never bothered the perps. This is at a resturaunt that is on my beat, the walking route to the grocery store. It always happens sooner or later that there is a reason to visit these businesses I typically walk past because of income constriction.
1620h
Finally, I am allowed to have more of my wits than before, the tea and chocolate having been consumed. But first the perps sabotaged the self draining spout of the new liquid laundry detergent bottle, and arranged for a tablespoon to come out short of the spout and spill onto the counter, down the front of the counter, onto the carpet and onto my shoes. A fucking mess all because of some gutless sickos won't show their faces and admit that they are fucking me over and don't want to stop.
I got the showerstalking to accompany my chocolate consumption; the gangstalker/operative arrives in the bathroom next door and takes a shower for the duration. This has been noted before, and is becoming the new standard practice.
1935h
More showerstalking erupted at the tail end of dinner; I timed it to be a 20 minute shower, covering me finishing the dishes and then getting onto this PC and web browsing.
Now a noise flurry has erupted, and this time one of key components of the mix are vehicles idling in the next door parking lot. This is not unexpected as not only to they offer noise and vibration, but their white and red tail lights are an endless fascination for the perps, especially moving them about when dark, as it is now. When taking the bus two days ago, they put a white van with its right turn signal on, driving past and then parking at the side of the road (on it mostly) and it sat there for about ten minutes, some 150' away, with the right rear tail light continuing to blink. Then it moved another 50' and tried it again. Bizarre driving behavior for anyone but a perp to do.
And I read that other Targetted Individuals are getting vehicularly stalked with red and white vehicles. Though it seems, not meaning to brag, that I am one of the hotter harassment prospects as the activity is so intense around me. Walking some 3 blocks (10 minutes maximum) to the laundromat today was worth some 200 vehicles in each direction, over normal traffic volumes, and as always, there are the clustered formations and within them, the collections of specific color combinations and also of vehicle type (e.g. SUV, mini vans, pickup trucks, two doors, four doors, and other variants of body design).
The perps even put on a navy blue colored tractor trailer unit and parked it on a side street, on the wrong side of the road, across the entrance to a hardware builing supply store, and once I had walked past the street, they then drove it out to the main thoroughfare I was walking on so to drive the tractor trailer unit past me. It was absurd, the amount of detail that went into positioning this vehicle, on top of its color choice, and to have it gangstalk me in two orientations, facing E. (parked) and then N. bound, mobile. That takes some planning, blocking the main entrance to a building supply store, but that is at least the fifth time the perps have parked a tractor trailer unit across the entrance, and not positioned to be making a delivery.
2005h
More and more smells are being jammed up my nose, and then coincident loud vehicle noise is scripted in at the same moment. And the overhead clunking and squeaking has made its evening debut at the same time. And, as always, exciting moments like bookmarking a website gets coughstalked from the "never get better" perp club. It is more of the absurd.
And as I read about Urantia, one of those "happenchance" topics that "I" encounter, the overhead pounding has started up, and has taken great interest as I read about the strange racial outlooks of the authors. End of that topic, as the fuckers seem to be adding a coincident zap into the mix, and start the chain of being perturbed to greater degree over the evening.
2105h
Some operative herd action in the way of building egress and exercising the new front door noise, now a squeak and thunk, with less room shaking. When I was about to exit earlier, the door knob squeaked on its own before I had turned it. Then to maintain the absurdity, when I unlocked the front door, the unlocking was attributed the same squeaking noise.
I learned that my mother's computer was taken to the very same business location where mine was rebuilt in September, 2006. My ex-wife "happened" to visit her this morning, and volunteered her services to take it in for service as it is out of the way . This is getting absurd; feeding me knowledge of the improbability of the timing of these events, never mind the "follow me" aspect of it. Perhaps all those ex-rebuild PC parts that weren't returned to me, including that $40 aftermarket CPU fan that was supposed to be dead quiet, can be loaded into my mother's PC, if they are compatible. More of the silliness that goes on per normal.
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Noisestalked words du jour;
clone or cloning; this is interesting why they want to know more energetics association to this
It was an 0800h get-up time, at least an hour earlier than the imposed "normal" of the last few months, but still one hour of extra sleep. That was interupted by the all too-usual wakeup to hear the overhead thumping, and the perps had me yell out over one of them. And, as I type this and an unbidden thought comes to mind, the overhead clunking erupted again.
The Ukranian chuch bells sounded for me only minutes before getting up, and then came on again to accompany me in eating chocolate with my breakfast. This is a Wednesday morning, and I don't think the bells were doing anything but cover me with a specific noise in the prone position and when sitting. And more likely, attempting to get comparative neural correlates for the perps favorite fuckover color, that being brown.
It was a perp obsessive activity morning; doing laundry and then writing a check out for the rent. There are no end of stunts and noisestalking that these two activities invoke, and I really don't know why except for some generalized notion of "psi" energies association. The perps even put on a pseudo couple to come in and use the very two washing machines that I used for their three shopping bags worth of laundry, and then they parked their plastic bags next to my black duffle bag which I use for packing laundry. The woman was at least a 350 pounder, and the man, who made it plain that he was only pretending to be her husband, did his back and forths in front of me, in his vile clothing color combination of a crimson red jacket and brown corduroy pants. Then he did the 90 degree offset stalk and stand in front of his putative wife, which is the current signature gangstalk move, and it was time to go, my laundry had dried enough.
I was "coralled" to use the two washing machines I had used until some five weeks ago, and wonder of wonders. One washing machine was the typical almond color most are, but the other one was swapped out for a white color one. All the clothes go into the same dryer, so maybe there are some differences the assholes are still looking for.
The laundromat attendant, Goth Girl wasn't playing her heavy metal rock at the this time, and instead of all black clothing, she had on a grey fur jacket. I call it dog emulation, as I had a black Newfoundland dog for 6 years, and my parents had two before that. And two black large dogs were planted for me to see yesterday, and likewise today, though one was a grey black combination. The perps seem to favor Bouviers, as the Newfoundlands are rare.
1435h
The perps have me in a semi-looped state, as they are taking advantage of the fact that I had a half pint of beer with a wild salmon salad at a nearby resturaunt with my mother, perp abettor big time. The almost-asleep state is a favourite of the perps to exploit and have me not fully cognizant. And yes, the waitress was young, cute and blonde, and they made sure I took many glances at her. And a booth away, some kind of song by a staff member burst forth with the pudgy woman recipient standing on a chair. Layering on the bizarre never bothered the perps. This is at a resturaunt that is on my beat, the walking route to the grocery store. It always happens sooner or later that there is a reason to visit these businesses I typically walk past because of income constriction.
1620h
Finally, I am allowed to have more of my wits than before, the tea and chocolate having been consumed. But first the perps sabotaged the self draining spout of the new liquid laundry detergent bottle, and arranged for a tablespoon to come out short of the spout and spill onto the counter, down the front of the counter, onto the carpet and onto my shoes. A fucking mess all because of some gutless sickos won't show their faces and admit that they are fucking me over and don't want to stop.
I got the showerstalking to accompany my chocolate consumption; the gangstalker/operative arrives in the bathroom next door and takes a shower for the duration. This has been noted before, and is becoming the new standard practice.
1935h
More showerstalking erupted at the tail end of dinner; I timed it to be a 20 minute shower, covering me finishing the dishes and then getting onto this PC and web browsing.
Now a noise flurry has erupted, and this time one of key components of the mix are vehicles idling in the next door parking lot. This is not unexpected as not only to they offer noise and vibration, but their white and red tail lights are an endless fascination for the perps, especially moving them about when dark, as it is now. When taking the bus two days ago, they put a white van with its right turn signal on, driving past and then parking at the side of the road (on it mostly) and it sat there for about ten minutes, some 150' away, with the right rear tail light continuing to blink. Then it moved another 50' and tried it again. Bizarre driving behavior for anyone but a perp to do.
And I read that other Targetted Individuals are getting vehicularly stalked with red and white vehicles. Though it seems, not meaning to brag, that I am one of the hotter harassment prospects as the activity is so intense around me. Walking some 3 blocks (10 minutes maximum) to the laundromat today was worth some 200 vehicles in each direction, over normal traffic volumes, and as always, there are the clustered formations and within them, the collections of specific color combinations and also of vehicle type (e.g. SUV, mini vans, pickup trucks, two doors, four doors, and other variants of body design).
The perps even put on a navy blue colored tractor trailer unit and parked it on a side street, on the wrong side of the road, across the entrance to a hardware builing supply store, and once I had walked past the street, they then drove it out to the main thoroughfare I was walking on so to drive the tractor trailer unit past me. It was absurd, the amount of detail that went into positioning this vehicle, on top of its color choice, and to have it gangstalk me in two orientations, facing E. (parked) and then N. bound, mobile. That takes some planning, blocking the main entrance to a building supply store, but that is at least the fifth time the perps have parked a tractor trailer unit across the entrance, and not positioned to be making a delivery.
2005h
More and more smells are being jammed up my nose, and then coincident loud vehicle noise is scripted in at the same moment. And the overhead clunking and squeaking has made its evening debut at the same time. And, as always, exciting moments like bookmarking a website gets coughstalked from the "never get better" perp club. It is more of the absurd.
And as I read about Urantia, one of those "happenchance" topics that "I" encounter, the overhead pounding has started up, and has taken great interest as I read about the strange racial outlooks of the authors. End of that topic, as the fuckers seem to be adding a coincident zap into the mix, and start the chain of being perturbed to greater degree over the evening.
2105h
Some operative herd action in the way of building egress and exercising the new front door noise, now a squeak and thunk, with less room shaking. When I was about to exit earlier, the door knob squeaked on its own before I had turned it. Then to maintain the absurdity, when I unlocked the front door, the unlocking was attributed the same squeaking noise.
I learned that my mother's computer was taken to the very same business location where mine was rebuilt in September, 2006. My ex-wife "happened" to visit her this morning, and volunteered her services to take it in for service as it is out of the way . This is getting absurd; feeding me knowledge of the improbability of the timing of these events, never mind the "follow me" aspect of it. Perhaps all those ex-rebuild PC parts that weren't returned to me, including that $40 aftermarket CPU fan that was supposed to be dead quiet, can be loaded into my mother's PC, if they are compatible. More of the silliness that goes on per normal.
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Noisestalked words du jour;
clone or cloning; this is interesting why they want to know more energetics association to this
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