04-04-2017
My new tooth crown was fitted today, amounting to a $1350 bill in total. The dentist had some trouble fitting it in and hovered over me at length to get it adjusted. She was attempting to install it without freezing, but that didn't work, and so a delay over that as well, waiting for the anesthetic agent to kick in. Said tooth represents nearly the last of the infernal mercury amalgam fillings that I was nailed with from the 1960's. One more small amalgam filling that the dentist says is "stable" that will be $230 to fill with their current resin technology filling material. Sometimes I think they should have a billing meter overhead on the ceiling of the dentist's office so one can see how fast it is adding up. Kind of like those government deficit counters one sees in many places, and online of course. In that unlikely event, I am sure the dentist would do more reaching over me than ever to block such billing visibility.
And in the process I see that she got a wonderful tan over spring break. The perps like sending their abettors to get brown, hence the guy that started at work for a week and then took a week off to get a tan in Mexico. No wonder they like to place Mexican farm workers near me. And all the better they can have their abettors get close and touch me in the course of their professional duties. Even more than a hair stylist.
The dental appointment was for 1300h, and so was able to return to vineyard work. And the perps pulled a massive weather change when I arrived back. The morning was warm but overcast, but when I got back the wind was blowing at least 40kph and it was cold. Back on with the ski jacket. No rain thankfully.
At the end of the day on my way back there was a massive vehicular gangstalking, and they also had two white colored helicopters on patrol, even keeping them aloft for me to "happen" to see them from inside my place once back. One was a EC 135, and the other was an AStar, also made by EC (Euro Copter), circulating overhead.
This evening I was lured out to talk to a former work mate who is also in the headphone distribution business. I tried two models, and naturally, liked the most expensive (by 3x) pair. I shall have to reconsider my new headphone "need", as always, perp planted, orchestrated and governed. And my history, again, highly governed, orchestrated and sabotaged, with headphones is that they "somehow" fall apart and need repairs. That goes back 40 years. And who knows, it could all be a ruse to have me go out with my new crown (read, electromagnetic properties) and put new electromagnetic devices (headphones) on my head. The perps like to lure me away from my place at certain times, and holding a day job won't do it all the time for them.
04-05-2017
Just finished reading, "The Man Without a Face: the Unlikely Rise of Vladimir Putin" by Masha Gessen. What a book, and a great insight on all what ails Russia, and of course, the central personality who reigns there. And the nasty retributive politics are quite something out of this Western world. A sobering reminder of how the thin veneer of civility we have. And what a perp heaven Russia must be; demonstrations, detentions, summarily shutting down businesses and all that chaos and disruption they so like. And too, the past "collectivization" of Soviet Union where ownership was stripped from individuals and companies; the perps just love to manipulate (and monitor) ownership, and related to that, financial transactions. By my reckoning, it has been one VERY costly non-consensual human experiment, and it is still going on, just not as visible.
Another day of tying down vines, and plenty of perp fuckery to go with it; pulling the tying tool from my hands at least 10x, and pulling the wire or cane from my hand, breaking the wire (if it gets too twisted up), tangling the wire, knocking buds off the cane, freezing up my fingers and very often, one hassle followed by another by another. Fuckery and sabotage is best delivered (from the perps' insane abusive perspective), in threes or fours; drop the tool, break the wire, have the cane flip out from one's hands etc. The more fine motor control task actions, the more sabotage and thereby, greater victim (me) infuriation can be inflicted.
And windy and cold most of the day; still ski coat and toque weather. Though the toque thing is likely to discourage me from wearing headphones and listening to music all day. The perps have put on a concerted effort to disrupt music listening over the nearly 15 years of this abusive hell. They can drop the volume level of the player by remote means; possibly for the purpose of limiting the electromagnetic activity at one's head, or whatever other remote neural monitoring fuckery they are up to. There is no question they like to use music to map deeper into the human brain, all the way to psychic levels I would posit.
04-06-2017
Light rain at the vineyard, getting heavier all of a sudden after lunch. Some coffee and doughnuts were planned for 1200h, just at lunch break, but that got delayed. So... I put my blue rain pants on at the end of lunch break and lo, if all four of the other crew members didn't get a text to say that come to the winery where the coffee and doughnuts are and wait out the rain. They told me on the way back. I wasn't the first time I have been left out of the loop on a crew job, just me, and it won't be the last. (See below).
And it is the third time in three in the last year, where I put on the rain pants and the job gets stopped. Too much rain for vineyard workers apparently, though from my forestry background I find this laughable. So we sit and chat in the winery for 20 minutes with the coffee and doughnuts with the gorgeous woman (dressed in a light brown coat) who runs the tasting room, as she delivered them. But as the rain is keeping up, the crew boss decides to stop work for the afternoon and we are to make up the time on Saturday. So... what is it about wearing these blue rain pants, (or any), that the perps need to stop the job? In this case they added brown liquid (coffee) and brown glazed doughnuts, along with the brown coated feminine visage. Not forgetting that I drove home afterward in my brown interior-ed vehicle. And two more laughers; two broadside in traffic stunts on the way home. The Fuckwit that proceeds to cross the street with his pick up truck and stops in mid-street as there is nowhere for him to go. I was about to take a picture of this fantastic idiocy and "somehow" the perps fumbled my fingers and had the screen die out, and lo, the traffic finally moved on. Only a block later another Fuckwit in a pick up pulls the same deal, this time on a back street, causing me to wait in mid-street until the idiot show finds his driveway.
A phone call from an E. Indian (from India that is), interested in my Toyota Camry for sale. First it is meet in two days at my place, then her "friends" can meet me this afternoon, but I said that I would be going out shopping and could she confirm when this would happen. Then in the next call, "since you are going shopping can me meet at a store", though not in those words as her English was mediocre. I get another call, and so it is for sure, and I tell her three times it is the west side of the SOF parking lot. I drive there for the appointed time, and what a holy vehicular gangstalking it is, and with plenty of pit-lamping headlights that is all the rage of late. I am waiting in the parking lot and for some mysterious reason a 22' white public transit bus pulls into the parking stalls, only two away and sits there for five minutes. Like WTF; there is a proper bus stop with a passenger shelter in the parking lot within our respective sightlines, and here this deranged driver (it seems to me) situates a passenger bus in the public parking lot for no apparent reason. No passengers to get on or off or other seeming genuine purpose. He eventually departs and within a few minutes I see three E. Indians wandering around in the parking lot on their cell phone, and sure enough, I get a call from them. One has a red jacket on, another yellow, and the third a mid-grey hoodie with orange stripes. Talk about a perp-made set up; how many times have I lamented the extra-obvious bright red and yellow color combinations, and here they send a neutral colored one into the mix. They look at the vehicle, the grey hoodie one sits in it and starts it up, and they jabber away in Punjabi. After ten minutes, and after refusing my offer for them to drive it, they say they will phone me tomorrow. As in no sale, having not even driven it for crissakes. So what was that all about? Meet the brown skinned people after the prerequisite wait time after having coffee (per above), and/or prior driving in a brown interior vehicle? Another ridiculous brownstalking stunt IMHO.
Then onto SOF, with the three E. Indians leading me into the mall having parked on the west side, but not into the SOF supermarket thankfully. And as it "happened" there was a major ambulatory cluster fuck inside SOF as they were opening their wine section for the very first day. I never go shopping there at 1645h; 2000h or later when there is much less gangstallking action. Even the security guard there, (a ridiculous arrangement for a store section opening IMHO), got into the act by adroitly stepping into my path without having seen me coming. Somehow the fuckers just know when to step in my way sight unseen while I am noiselessly approaching. And this perp-patented move suddenly erupted 04-2002 and hasn't let up. Which is why I never go out to busy places as it "happens" every time. Sooo... I got sucked into a no-seeming vehicle sale in mid-afternoon, after being let off work early, and then into a store during the height of its busy time, extra busy in fact with the opening of the wine section, all seeming to continue the "brown action" in human form, after getting set up with ingested liquid brown coffee.
Then another visit to another grocery store as SOF's grocery section sucks so bad, and plenty more in-store gangstalking there, and then into the parking lot where trains of vehicles suddenly arrived to clusterfuck me in attempting to leave the parking lot. Then more vehicular gangstalking trains on the way home. Then to top it off, the back-alley perp station (house) started up their infernal HD motorcycles again, this time three of them (up from the usual two). Then at least four more rounds of this racket over the next hour when making dinner, also another high perp fuckover event.
04-07-2017
Rain this morning, enough to have work cancelled. Which means it must be made up on the weekend. Which means it screws with my part time weekend work plans. Well done.
To fill in the time I decide to go to the tanning salon as I "forgot" for the past two weeks. And lo, if they didn't put a white boom truck backing out onto the street ahead of me, in the next residential block. A major vehicular gangstalk scene on the way, and another white boom truck when I turned into the plaza. First he was N bound and in my way, and I had to wait. Once I parked, he "happened" to be S bound and again, forced me to wait near my vehicle until he completed his back-and-forth in front of me. Why these heavy vehicles are so important to the gangstalking scene is beyond me. In fact, it is any dense material load/object. Once they arranged a Fuckwit on the street towing a pallet jack with a safe strapped to it. Absurd as it is consistent.
Then in the tanning salon two shiftless males were loitering there, putting on the faux nonchalance. Extra obvious Fuckwits for whatever reason. Perhaps they want to register my loathing of males doing squat, a long running theme it seems. At least they didn't jointly close in on me, another patented Fuckwit trait.
The boss man asked if I could start work at 1200h as the rain had abated and I said yes. So I hurried home, made lunch and then set off to work. By then it was pissing rain again. One other worker was there, waiting in his vehicle for some strange reason, until I got out. Anyhow, even with the rain dissipating, and then coming back in an hour, we got an afternoon's work done. All this disruption over having me get a tan before going to work. For the perps it must be priceless data.
The E. Indians didn't phone back about my Camry for sale, so it would seems yesterday's red-yellow clothing on brown people clown show was the real purpose. If I loathe bright yellows and reds and browns, what could be more interesting from the perps' perspective than having this combination hanging around me and my vehicle, and even sitting in it.
04-08-2017
Worked in the regular vineyard this Saturday, a make-up day for the recent rain outs. And why am I the last to know what the fuck was going on? I was led to believe the make up day would be Sunday, but I also had to make up 1.5 hours for the above mentioned dental appointment, which was arranged to be today. And lo, the other crew members and then the crew boss show up too at 0800h. I ask about the plan, and he tells me today is the make up day. Like WTF; everyone else knew but me. [Update; I got "forgetted" after re-reading the above]. Thankfully I had brought my lunch along, as I was expecting to depart for the part time vineyard job. I will had to phone to make arrangement changes, as today was the only make-up day, and tomorrow I will do the part time job. And what is the perps' obsession over changing appointment times? It "happens" 10x the formal normal rate before all this hell rained down 04-2002, and has never let up.
And what is it about dropping me off lists, mailing lists, accounts etc. that so interests the perps? I cannot count the number of seemingly normal people who dropped me off their email lists where they do blanket send outs. Then Linked In dropped me off without notice. And the latest today is a certain online business dropped me off, finding this out when expecting to order headphones which are on for a killer price. I haven't shopped there for a two years, and lo, if they don't have my account based on the same email address. That took a few attempts to get that figured out. So I delete them from my Payee list for my online banking, and cannot create a new one. Then I phone the bank to get that straightened out. Then I see the "temporary" account is now permanent and they gave me a cryptic password I need to fix. I attempt to get to their site and now the browser has gone into an endless looped fetch so to prevent this new account login. This whole infernal hassle never would of started if they had just left my extant account alone. Or let me update the one I had.
04-09-2017
Sunday, and work at the part time vineyard. A whole six hours, but all the tying down is done. The adjacent road with the plethora of mountain bikers of last week was nearly bereft of the same crowd today, and today's weather was better. Still, I had my ski jacket on all day.
And yet again, the perps were up to their sabotage fuckery; freezing up my fingers, dropping the tool etc. And as usual, this sabotage comes in extra hard when near a row end. It is so consistent, in keeping with the extra gangstalking and vehicle pit-lamping when I change directions and proceed down a new vineyard row.
The perps let me listen to my crappy headphones for part of the afternoon, though resorting to their sabotage of headphone listening again. These headphones got "crappy" in part because the plastic headband broke up all by itself. I fixed them to some extent, but ever since the perps use this as an excuse to pull them off my ears and thereby reduce the listening volume. It never fucking ends. And just what are they going to do to interrupt my headphone listening when I get my new pair? I going to call it now; they will sabotage them and cause them to be sent back for warranty repairs, taking weeks, if not months. We shall see.
Enough trials and tribulations for a week, and time to get this posted.
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Monday, December 28, 2015
2015 High and Low Lights
A year end summary of some new aspects of the present harassment and non-consensual human experimentation abuse that has arisen in 2015.
This is being composed while staying at the First Feral Family house in Victoria, BC Canada, which if nothing else has served to disrupt my regular vitamin, supplement and medication intake, all of which is of intense non-consensual human experimentation (perp) interest.
Food
The perps are allowing me to eat more colored foods; reds (e,g. peppers (not just red on the outside like apples), yellow (corn, squash)) and of all things, eating them in the same meal. Given their insane preoccupation over red and yellow colors, usually in the form of placed vehicles and gangstalker clothing, eating foods of these colors in the same sitting is truly a major event in their color-energetics games.
After dropping grains and carbohydrates (mostly) from my diet in early 2015, the perps are having me purchase and eat quinoa for whatever reason. In early 2015 they even had me drop my 1x/day 6" gluten free corn tortilla out of "concern", per recent book reading, that it was too much equivalent sugar. Not that any weight was lost.
And in 10-2015, after starting L-tyrosine and L-phenylalanine they had me reduce my chocolate consumption of some 300g/day, to now less than 100g/day. Which may also related to forcing me to drop coffee in 03-2015, per urologist's suggestion, to address the excessive pissing problem they laid on me then. (And re-started in 10-2015). That is, the perps were "de-browning" my food intake after this forced regimen of some 13 years, ever since this insane abuse-a-thon began in 04-2002. Though it may also relate to them removing coffee's neuroprotective effects.
On the food related information provenance front, the perps are having me search and then follow more recipes. And as usual, I am not allowed to follow them exactly, but to improvise, another hallmark of their mind fuckery by forcing variation. Also, the perps are allowing more food combination complexity, that is, doubling the number of ingredients on select dishes.
On the related unconventional gravitics harassment fuckery, more food flicking is erupting; e.g. I sweep my hand/knife/dishes cleaning brush/etc. rightward (say), and lo, if somehow a piece of food doesn't somehow eject leftward and thereby fly by some unbidden force to then cause more mess to clean up, or else, cause me to add the food to the cooking dinner separately. More variation in food placement it would seem. And too, more food hopping off the cutting board and onto the floor at my feet, and fucking me out of catching it before it falls.
Supplements, Prescriptions
In 10-2015 I dropped the tricyclic Rx (of 12 years) and took L-phenylanlanine, L -tryrosine, and later, acetyl-L-carnitine in its place, and felt better. (Plus the testosterone helped I suspect, but of course my complete mental being is controlled down to the last brain cell it would seem). This sea change in dopaminergic function was prompted by the sudden onset of fuckery in having me piss far too often.
In late 08-2015 I started Rx prescribed testosterone and another hormone, all under the care of the good doctor, about the second one I have known in my life. (Though as often, this could change as the perps like to arrange persons who earn my trust and then screw me around or otherwise go strange on me). The testosterone was first a dermal application, but based on the subsequent blood tests it was not increasing much. In early 12-2015 I began the self-injection method, and of course that fit with another perp Unfavored scene, that of syringes, needles, medical materiel etc.
Back in 2006 when the perps ran me out of my former employer's disability (har, har) benefit I had to give up the Rx testosterone at the time. (I took it since 2000). Though no doctor thought of testing me to see what the level was and if it was effective until the aforementioned good doctor. Funny how that happen; rampant unprofessional clinical practice, though I suspect it won't be just a historical event.
Health Conditions
The aforementioned pissing frequency came on in 02-2015, and then I appeared to "solve" it with a supplement. Then in 10-2015 when I got busy with two jobs and missed a week of the supplement the problem came back and has stayed, no matter that I resumed the supplement. Back in 02-2015 I told the urologist that the Rx he prescribed wasn't working after a week, he tells me to see my GP. How absolutely unprofessional and irresponsible is that? I don't have a GP, but I did tell the drop-in clinic doctor at the time and she rolled her eyes in disbelief.
Said urologist blew me off again in 10-2015 when I told him it is very likely that the "tiny bladder" problem was likely dopamine deficiency related, as I have a SPECT brain scan which shows ADD, a dopamine deficiency problem. And that Parkinson's disease, (a failing dopamine generating brain region, patients also have this symptom too. Later, when I saw the good doctor and explained this to her, she said, "there is nothing I can do". Talk about a red rag to a bull.
And I spent the spring and summer researching testosterone and "discovered" that dopamine and testosterone levels are highly correlated; if one is low on one it is likely that one is low on the other. Funny how I had to find this out myself, with perp aided remotely planted suggestions of course. I even read an up-to-date book on healing ADD and there was no mention of the dopamine-testosterone connection. (And no mention of this back in 1998 to 2002 when I researched ADD heavily and even attended a national US conference on ADD when I lived there, likely an arranged coincidence. And where I met Ms. L of the story, per Pages).
And so it would seem the perps are back on their dopamine and testosterone research agenda after jerking me around in 2002 by removing my then very helpful stimulant medication, and then giving me dopamine blocking medications which totally drained me of mental function, while illegally incarcerated. (The putative medical condition was later recanted). And how medically professional is that, giving a proven (per SPECT brain scan) dopamine deficient patient a dopamine antagonist, that is, blocking the function of the very neurotransmitter they are short of? Did I say that 99% of my doctor interactions have been at least professionally negligent, if not criminal? Not often enough the more I think about what I have just written.
Dishes
I have always been surprised how fast the dishes dry in the dishes rack in the kitchen, even if the room temperature is a moderate 20C (68F), no matter where I lived. That is, until this year, and now into the third year of residence at this location. Which now forces me to use tea towels, joining the rest of the non-dishwasher owning world. This, and other fuckery made it abundantly clear that the perps did not want me to towel dry my dishes; I was OK with this intervention. But in 2015, and with the same room temperature, the dishes just don't dry like they did and I now use a tea towel (white with black and grey stripes) to dry them before putting them away. And this is a HUGE perp advancement in their remotely applied and monitored fuckery. Imagine the mentality of the assholes who can remotely invoke energies/physical events to expedite the drying of dishes over 13 years of sustained abuse/research and now changing their methods to allow me to physically dry dishes with a towel. And we have a long way to go on this front I suspect.
Disruption Fuckery
The extra-conventional gravitic fuckery delivered to enrage me has increased at least 10% this year. Screaming at the assholes often erupts when I come through a door (house, car, gate) and often when I prepare food, especially when cutting up cooked meat.
I am getting blanked out on all the stunts they pulled this year, and they have me too lazy to read my own postings to provide a summary. Same as for my written diaries in the past, though now they "forgetted" me on hand writing this trail of ruination. Nothing of substantial embarassment or exceptional mind-fuckery comes to "mind", as likely they just don't want me to dwell and write on this topic.
Footwear
Two pairs of boots isn't enough as it "happened" in 2015. They alternated breaking apart, and at least twice, I changed my boots at the local shoemakers to put on the just-repaired pair to then turn in the pair I had been wearing all day on the vineyard job. The shoemaker didn't help any as his repairs didn't work that well, which included a $112 re-sole job that lasted a whole three months, his version of a "better performing sole" after he unilaterally changed the model he promised me. The original sole lasted two years and lo, if the same manufacturer's replacement sole didn't last three months.
When confronted with my annoyance that shoemaker wasn't going to eat it, and he told me of another possible solution which sounded way too involved. So, he being the only act in town, meant that I was screwed down to a single pair, and lo, despite repeated (3x, then, 4x on the year) sole de-laminations, I was down to no dependable work boots, and no dependable or trusted repair service. Ergo, a third pair of work boots were purchased, this time online at STP after a two year absence (the perps like to arrange absences from favorite sources for whatever reason). And they were extra heavy mountaineering boots as that was all that was available in stiff sided outdoor boots (not the sappy "running shoe" boots that are in vogue). The mountaineering boots were much the same color and from the same manufacturer as the hiking boots, so I could be assured that they would fit. (I have since come to enjoy the extra heft of these boots, and don't really notice the extra weight). And to add insult to injury, the Canadian-US dollar exchange rate had tanked since then ($1.35 at the time), and then as the boots were made in Romania and the Canada-EU free trade agreement won't become effective until 01-01-2016, I got screwed for another $80. Then add on the UPS border crossing ransom we Canadians pay, and the boots were at least $300. And did I mention the perps like to increase (or rarely decrease) the cost of items, and have extra charges added on, all to play whatever games they find it that? And too, screw their victims all the more out of their tentative cash reserves?
And as the perps have an unrelenting interest in my footwear, their color, composition, the shoelaces and fastening system, boot height and whatever else they find so fascinating, this ridiculous saga will no doubt play well into 2016. Come to think of it, all my regular footwear, save my gumboots and the delaminating work boots mentioned above, come from STP.
Financial Affairs
Broke at the beginning of the year, as I wasn't working for two months. But that didn't stop them from running me into the hole as they hit me up with repairs to my portable drill as the ni-cad batteries "failed" once I got them back to my place. Then other expenses kept the well dry.
After six weeks of agitating I finally got my tax return papers I needed to submit, as "somehow" the wretched federal government lost my papers in their electronic system. I had to phone them, no mean feat, to re-supply the ID numbers of the forms I recieved, from a in-person transaction I made at their office. In parallel, somehow my daughter suffered the same fate of lost forms, but she was unlucky (har, har) in that she paid online and had no such physical forms and had to suffer many more months of delays.
I got a $5k tax rebate in 05-2015 finally, and spent some $2k digging myself out of the hole. Add on a "need" to get a few power tools and other expenses (e.g. vehicle maintenance) and I was down to no reserves by 09-2015. Believe me, I am not the spending kind and have always been conservative with my expenses especially when the income side has been mightily constrained. But "somehow", prudent financial practice escapes me since the perps first went berserk/overt in 04-2002, and this year was no exception.
Unexpectedly, my perp-abetting mother disbursed $15k in 11-2015 to each of three siblings, so I managed to stay in the black by year end Though this has been followed with some more reckless spending that I cannot seem to control, as the perps like me to have audiophile "habits", as they have been long grooming me on what equipment I "need" to get. Specifically, a new pair of speakers as the out-of-town brother seems to have stolen my pair in the crawl space here at the FFF house after being unperturbed for six years.
Audiophilia
Following on from the expensive (for my income) speaker acquisition, there was an accelerated perp interest in having me purchase music online in the form of CD's and digital files and have me listen to them (different musicians/albums) on or around the same day, aka,"music and music format convergence". Now, once the amplifier gets fixed after unexpected problems, I get to do this all over again with speakers (new in 12-2015) instead of the headphones I have listening to. And too, they sabotaged my regular Grado headphones again in 2015, forcing me to send them off to Ontario, following the same stunt in 2012. Then Denon would not reply to my repeated inquiries as to getting a replacement headband for their headphones as it seems to have self destructed. For at least two months the perps in 2015 had me using the third rate headphones, though for the most part I didn't listen to any music then. Once the entire music listening, stereo, speaker configuration and likely re-location of my desk, PC, LCD display and furniture is accomplished, I get to listen to music through speakers for the first time since 2006. As to why this whole music component and music listening is so important to them, down to the source and type of my music files (CD case and where placed/kept, e.g. jewel case, box set or just-delivered in the mail, or a direct digital download, 16 bit or 24 bit or 96khz) I have no idea. One can imagine that this component of the non-consensual human experimentation fuckery that I experience all day, as do all TI's in differing aspects and intensities, has a few years to play out.
According to the local freebie newspaper with astrological predictions for the new year, it is only in 2018 that actions in 2016 will pay off for Cancerians. As in "pay off" for whom, and it what form. And as I have been in this intense abuse-a-thon for over 13.5 years, I maintain a day-at-a-time perspective. There are no Happy New Years on this gig and I had no part in choosing it.
This is being composed while staying at the First Feral Family house in Victoria, BC Canada, which if nothing else has served to disrupt my regular vitamin, supplement and medication intake, all of which is of intense non-consensual human experimentation (perp) interest.
Food
The perps are allowing me to eat more colored foods; reds (e,g. peppers (not just red on the outside like apples), yellow (corn, squash)) and of all things, eating them in the same meal. Given their insane preoccupation over red and yellow colors, usually in the form of placed vehicles and gangstalker clothing, eating foods of these colors in the same sitting is truly a major event in their color-energetics games.
After dropping grains and carbohydrates (mostly) from my diet in early 2015, the perps are having me purchase and eat quinoa for whatever reason. In early 2015 they even had me drop my 1x/day 6" gluten free corn tortilla out of "concern", per recent book reading, that it was too much equivalent sugar. Not that any weight was lost.
And in 10-2015, after starting L-tyrosine and L-phenylalanine they had me reduce my chocolate consumption of some 300g/day, to now less than 100g/day. Which may also related to forcing me to drop coffee in 03-2015, per urologist's suggestion, to address the excessive pissing problem they laid on me then. (And re-started in 10-2015). That is, the perps were "de-browning" my food intake after this forced regimen of some 13 years, ever since this insane abuse-a-thon began in 04-2002. Though it may also relate to them removing coffee's neuroprotective effects.
On the food related information provenance front, the perps are having me search and then follow more recipes. And as usual, I am not allowed to follow them exactly, but to improvise, another hallmark of their mind fuckery by forcing variation. Also, the perps are allowing more food combination complexity, that is, doubling the number of ingredients on select dishes.
On the related unconventional gravitics harassment fuckery, more food flicking is erupting; e.g. I sweep my hand/knife/dishes cleaning brush/etc. rightward (say), and lo, if somehow a piece of food doesn't somehow eject leftward and thereby fly by some unbidden force to then cause more mess to clean up, or else, cause me to add the food to the cooking dinner separately. More variation in food placement it would seem. And too, more food hopping off the cutting board and onto the floor at my feet, and fucking me out of catching it before it falls.
Supplements, Prescriptions
In 10-2015 I dropped the tricyclic Rx (of 12 years) and took L-phenylanlanine, L -tryrosine, and later, acetyl-L-carnitine in its place, and felt better. (Plus the testosterone helped I suspect, but of course my complete mental being is controlled down to the last brain cell it would seem). This sea change in dopaminergic function was prompted by the sudden onset of fuckery in having me piss far too often.
In late 08-2015 I started Rx prescribed testosterone and another hormone, all under the care of the good doctor, about the second one I have known in my life. (Though as often, this could change as the perps like to arrange persons who earn my trust and then screw me around or otherwise go strange on me). The testosterone was first a dermal application, but based on the subsequent blood tests it was not increasing much. In early 12-2015 I began the self-injection method, and of course that fit with another perp Unfavored scene, that of syringes, needles, medical materiel etc.
Back in 2006 when the perps ran me out of my former employer's disability (har, har) benefit I had to give up the Rx testosterone at the time. (I took it since 2000). Though no doctor thought of testing me to see what the level was and if it was effective until the aforementioned good doctor. Funny how that happen; rampant unprofessional clinical practice, though I suspect it won't be just a historical event.
Health Conditions
The aforementioned pissing frequency came on in 02-2015, and then I appeared to "solve" it with a supplement. Then in 10-2015 when I got busy with two jobs and missed a week of the supplement the problem came back and has stayed, no matter that I resumed the supplement. Back in 02-2015 I told the urologist that the Rx he prescribed wasn't working after a week, he tells me to see my GP. How absolutely unprofessional and irresponsible is that? I don't have a GP, but I did tell the drop-in clinic doctor at the time and she rolled her eyes in disbelief.
Said urologist blew me off again in 10-2015 when I told him it is very likely that the "tiny bladder" problem was likely dopamine deficiency related, as I have a SPECT brain scan which shows ADD, a dopamine deficiency problem. And that Parkinson's disease, (a failing dopamine generating brain region, patients also have this symptom too. Later, when I saw the good doctor and explained this to her, she said, "there is nothing I can do". Talk about a red rag to a bull.
And I spent the spring and summer researching testosterone and "discovered" that dopamine and testosterone levels are highly correlated; if one is low on one it is likely that one is low on the other. Funny how I had to find this out myself, with perp aided remotely planted suggestions of course. I even read an up-to-date book on healing ADD and there was no mention of the dopamine-testosterone connection. (And no mention of this back in 1998 to 2002 when I researched ADD heavily and even attended a national US conference on ADD when I lived there, likely an arranged coincidence. And where I met Ms. L of the story, per Pages).
And so it would seem the perps are back on their dopamine and testosterone research agenda after jerking me around in 2002 by removing my then very helpful stimulant medication, and then giving me dopamine blocking medications which totally drained me of mental function, while illegally incarcerated. (The putative medical condition was later recanted). And how medically professional is that, giving a proven (per SPECT brain scan) dopamine deficient patient a dopamine antagonist, that is, blocking the function of the very neurotransmitter they are short of? Did I say that 99% of my doctor interactions have been at least professionally negligent, if not criminal? Not often enough the more I think about what I have just written.
Dishes
I have always been surprised how fast the dishes dry in the dishes rack in the kitchen, even if the room temperature is a moderate 20C (68F), no matter where I lived. That is, until this year, and now into the third year of residence at this location. Which now forces me to use tea towels, joining the rest of the non-dishwasher owning world. This, and other fuckery made it abundantly clear that the perps did not want me to towel dry my dishes; I was OK with this intervention. But in 2015, and with the same room temperature, the dishes just don't dry like they did and I now use a tea towel (white with black and grey stripes) to dry them before putting them away. And this is a HUGE perp advancement in their remotely applied and monitored fuckery. Imagine the mentality of the assholes who can remotely invoke energies/physical events to expedite the drying of dishes over 13 years of sustained abuse/research and now changing their methods to allow me to physically dry dishes with a towel. And we have a long way to go on this front I suspect.
Disruption Fuckery
The extra-conventional gravitic fuckery delivered to enrage me has increased at least 10% this year. Screaming at the assholes often erupts when I come through a door (house, car, gate) and often when I prepare food, especially when cutting up cooked meat.
I am getting blanked out on all the stunts they pulled this year, and they have me too lazy to read my own postings to provide a summary. Same as for my written diaries in the past, though now they "forgetted" me on hand writing this trail of ruination. Nothing of substantial embarassment or exceptional mind-fuckery comes to "mind", as likely they just don't want me to dwell and write on this topic.
Footwear
Two pairs of boots isn't enough as it "happened" in 2015. They alternated breaking apart, and at least twice, I changed my boots at the local shoemakers to put on the just-repaired pair to then turn in the pair I had been wearing all day on the vineyard job. The shoemaker didn't help any as his repairs didn't work that well, which included a $112 re-sole job that lasted a whole three months, his version of a "better performing sole" after he unilaterally changed the model he promised me. The original sole lasted two years and lo, if the same manufacturer's replacement sole didn't last three months.
When confronted with my annoyance that shoemaker wasn't going to eat it, and he told me of another possible solution which sounded way too involved. So, he being the only act in town, meant that I was screwed down to a single pair, and lo, despite repeated (3x, then, 4x on the year) sole de-laminations, I was down to no dependable work boots, and no dependable or trusted repair service. Ergo, a third pair of work boots were purchased, this time online at STP after a two year absence (the perps like to arrange absences from favorite sources for whatever reason). And they were extra heavy mountaineering boots as that was all that was available in stiff sided outdoor boots (not the sappy "running shoe" boots that are in vogue). The mountaineering boots were much the same color and from the same manufacturer as the hiking boots, so I could be assured that they would fit. (I have since come to enjoy the extra heft of these boots, and don't really notice the extra weight). And to add insult to injury, the Canadian-US dollar exchange rate had tanked since then ($1.35 at the time), and then as the boots were made in Romania and the Canada-EU free trade agreement won't become effective until 01-01-2016, I got screwed for another $80. Then add on the UPS border crossing ransom we Canadians pay, and the boots were at least $300. And did I mention the perps like to increase (or rarely decrease) the cost of items, and have extra charges added on, all to play whatever games they find it that? And too, screw their victims all the more out of their tentative cash reserves?
And as the perps have an unrelenting interest in my footwear, their color, composition, the shoelaces and fastening system, boot height and whatever else they find so fascinating, this ridiculous saga will no doubt play well into 2016. Come to think of it, all my regular footwear, save my gumboots and the delaminating work boots mentioned above, come from STP.
Financial Affairs
Broke at the beginning of the year, as I wasn't working for two months. But that didn't stop them from running me into the hole as they hit me up with repairs to my portable drill as the ni-cad batteries "failed" once I got them back to my place. Then other expenses kept the well dry.
After six weeks of agitating I finally got my tax return papers I needed to submit, as "somehow" the wretched federal government lost my papers in their electronic system. I had to phone them, no mean feat, to re-supply the ID numbers of the forms I recieved, from a in-person transaction I made at their office. In parallel, somehow my daughter suffered the same fate of lost forms, but she was unlucky (har, har) in that she paid online and had no such physical forms and had to suffer many more months of delays.
I got a $5k tax rebate in 05-2015 finally, and spent some $2k digging myself out of the hole. Add on a "need" to get a few power tools and other expenses (e.g. vehicle maintenance) and I was down to no reserves by 09-2015. Believe me, I am not the spending kind and have always been conservative with my expenses especially when the income side has been mightily constrained. But "somehow", prudent financial practice escapes me since the perps first went berserk/overt in 04-2002, and this year was no exception.
Unexpectedly, my perp-abetting mother disbursed $15k in 11-2015 to each of three siblings, so I managed to stay in the black by year end Though this has been followed with some more reckless spending that I cannot seem to control, as the perps like me to have audiophile "habits", as they have been long grooming me on what equipment I "need" to get. Specifically, a new pair of speakers as the out-of-town brother seems to have stolen my pair in the crawl space here at the FFF house after being unperturbed for six years.
Audiophilia
Following on from the expensive (for my income) speaker acquisition, there was an accelerated perp interest in having me purchase music online in the form of CD's and digital files and have me listen to them (different musicians/albums) on or around the same day, aka,"music and music format convergence". Now, once the amplifier gets fixed after unexpected problems, I get to do this all over again with speakers (new in 12-2015) instead of the headphones I have listening to. And too, they sabotaged my regular Grado headphones again in 2015, forcing me to send them off to Ontario, following the same stunt in 2012. Then Denon would not reply to my repeated inquiries as to getting a replacement headband for their headphones as it seems to have self destructed. For at least two months the perps in 2015 had me using the third rate headphones, though for the most part I didn't listen to any music then. Once the entire music listening, stereo, speaker configuration and likely re-location of my desk, PC, LCD display and furniture is accomplished, I get to listen to music through speakers for the first time since 2006. As to why this whole music component and music listening is so important to them, down to the source and type of my music files (CD case and where placed/kept, e.g. jewel case, box set or just-delivered in the mail, or a direct digital download, 16 bit or 24 bit or 96khz) I have no idea. One can imagine that this component of the non-consensual human experimentation fuckery that I experience all day, as do all TI's in differing aspects and intensities, has a few years to play out.
According to the local freebie newspaper with astrological predictions for the new year, it is only in 2018 that actions in 2016 will pay off for Cancerians. As in "pay off" for whom, and it what form. And as I have been in this intense abuse-a-thon for over 13.5 years, I maintain a day-at-a-time perspective. There are no Happy New Years on this gig and I had no part in choosing it.
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Tie Down Helicopter Coverage
03-24-2015
Tuesday, and a long day as I worked until 1845h to get this one block of young vineyard tied down, That is, the canes are tied down on the horizontal trellis wire, and once bud burst occurs, the new shoots grow vertically..... any links etc..
At least eight helicopter passes by today, about six of them occurred when near a row end and about to start a new row, or else, some 10 minutes at most into a new row. Its the perps favorite time, changing directions, aka, the anisotropic properties of the energetic ether. (Anisotropic means different properties in different directions, e.g. wood; easy to split longitudinally, but very strong in other directions, such that we earthlings make structures from it).
At least three of the helicopter passes were directly overhead and less than 150' above the terrain. I would of been able to read the call sign number but for some reason the bottom of the helicopter was in deep shadow, even if white. There was a Bell 206L, a Bell 407 and a single pass to start the day with the black EC-135 (last week's regular visitor).
Very often fixed wing aircraft noise would follow the helicopters, kind of like aerial noise source piggybacking I suppose, for the sick asses who abuse me, now 13 years almost.
Yoga last night, and two males, with the Major Fat Boy and his hideous wheezing and gasping. He really laid it on with a higher pitched almost-whistle breathing noise and I was particularly irked about this new noise variant. Then, within a minute, he stopped making this particular noise. And why is this sad sack of blubber-ous humanity hounding me in an advanced yoga class when it is profoundly clear he cannot do basic yoga?
He and the other dude at the back of the class, upon class completion just "happened" to be hanging behind me in the lobby, all to precede me out the door, aka, doorway egress gangstalking. And of all things, they were parked beside each other away from all the other vehicles, and one had a black vehicle and one had a white. Pretty obvious for two males who pretended not to know each other IMHO.
03-25-2015
At the winery vineyard, the profoundly noisy one on Naramata Road. More tie down hassle; vine, tool and/or wire pulled from my grasp all day long for upping the vexation factor, particularly at row ends....
Rain on and off all day, but not enough to get the rain pants on.
03-26-2015
Tying down canes on the trellis wire all day with the background of constant road traffic pummeling my ears. As usual, it gets stepped up should I reach the end of a row and start another. Mild, no rain.
The perps screwed me into taking the wrong sealed glass jar for lunch. Instead of my standard re-heatable grub I ended up with pecans in the same size/shape of jar, from the same source, the fridge. Nice one assholes; never in my life have I failed to get the very thing I was intending to retrieve, but somehow I "missed". Go fuck yourselves assholes; your neural intrusions are insane as they are illegal.
And to add to the pain response, the perps split my finger skin on my L thumb. Then they did in on my R thumb, a replay of some six weeks ago when the L thumb was cut by an "errant" knife blade. The pained thumb games have been going on all week and they are very susceptible to the perps banging on them to send a jolt of pain through me. Sometimes they just fake touching something, as in doing it for jollies.
An arranged E. Indian gangstalking family when at the SO Foods supermarket this evening. First they lined up perpendicular to the row of customers in the cashier line up, as in all five of them lined up shoulder to shoulder like a front of vision obstruction blockers. Some went off temporarily, some looked at their cell phones (aka, EMF interference and color registering device), and lo, when I looked at them again, they were aligned 45 degrees from their prior orientation.
I obtain my drinking water from these coin operated kiosks around town, and one was four stores away from a pizza resturant. And lo, if two independent pizza bearing gangstalkers didn't walk through where I was to park for filling my water jugs. Pizza bearing gangstalkers are nothing new, and I have even encountered them on the public transporation buses on occasion. But to have two trotting by within 10 seconds of each other and headed the same direction is much more obvious. As before, food in a brown box is a big perp color angle, combined with the nasty-assed gluten and casein for immune system aggravation response I suppose.
03-27-2015
Vineyard work all day, with the Naramata Rd vehicle noise parade; hot-rod muffler noise, processions of dudes in their pickups accelerating hard for no seeming reason, often with ladders and/or trailers behind them. The odd motorcycle for extra loud muffler noise, and even one chasing a Porche which was going quite a clip. Add in the redi-mix concrete delivery trucks and their associated pump and boom trucks. They even had a redi-mix truck preceding me outbound for the 8 min. drive with a red sedan between me and it.
My fingers are fried, with splits in the thumbs, a repeat of four weeks ago, though it had no apparent causal activity then.
03-28-2015
Saturday.. laundry, long conversations with the proprietor over health matters, (e.g. testosterone supplementation), comings and goings in town etc. And even about wine no less, he having me write down some interesting grape varietals for him to find. Funny how the perps planted the notion of me getting him some wine for past favors but then screwing me out of remembering to get it only a minute later.
03-29-2015
Sunday, and a late get up as the perps kept me up late the day before, as they wanted me to do lots of facial and torso hair plucking. I don't know what they get from this, now into the third year of this "habit". Many of the hairs are ingrown, in that they lie on or just under the skin surface and don't grow very much. When I do get to pluck them, they invariably have a hockey stick like shape; an angle of 120 degrees or so, the longer side being nearest the skin surface. I have no idea as to why they are first growing in an outward direction, perpendicular to the skin, and then suddenly take a turn and become closely aligned with the skin surface. Given the profusion of masers and plasma flashes that attend any hair plucking session, I can only surmise they are sampling under my skin at that moment.
A hike today, up McIntyre Bluff, and very windy when in the exposed areas, especially at the top. I encountered at least three parties on the hike, a fairly low count by gangstalking standards. On party was sitting on a log about 200m from the summit, out of the wind. One dressed in a yellow jacket and red touque, the other person in a red jacket. Aka, the yellow-with-red show, a long standing perp color combination. As in applying more harassment to the victim; say, "if he doesn't like red or yellow, lets put those two colors together on two gangstalkers and see how much he likes that". But this time the red hue of the toque did not match the red of the other stalker's jacket, a rarity. The red toque was more like a carmine pink, a color they had hit me with at least twice while driving to the trail head.
And why is it my landlord holds back the mail on Friday (or earlier) for me to "discover" the letter at my door step on Sunday morning? I was headed out the door for a tanning session and I find the light brown letter and so I put it aside and headed out. The letter contains a password to get into my online tax account, and I have been waiting two weeks as it is holding up the submission on my income tax return.
After my hike I get online only to find that the Canadian Government's tax (Canada Revenue Agency, CRA (=IRS in USA)) system server is down and I cannot log in. Like WTF; why do I constantly get shut out of web sites that I am waiting for, in this case two weeks? It "happens" far too often to be coincidence, should one believe in the term any more.
Time to get this posted and start another week of toil.
Tuesday, and a long day as I worked until 1845h to get this one block of young vineyard tied down, That is, the canes are tied down on the horizontal trellis wire, and once bud burst occurs, the new shoots grow vertically..... any links etc..
At least eight helicopter passes by today, about six of them occurred when near a row end and about to start a new row, or else, some 10 minutes at most into a new row. Its the perps favorite time, changing directions, aka, the anisotropic properties of the energetic ether. (Anisotropic means different properties in different directions, e.g. wood; easy to split longitudinally, but very strong in other directions, such that we earthlings make structures from it).
At least three of the helicopter passes were directly overhead and less than 150' above the terrain. I would of been able to read the call sign number but for some reason the bottom of the helicopter was in deep shadow, even if white. There was a Bell 206L, a Bell 407 and a single pass to start the day with the black EC-135 (last week's regular visitor).
Very often fixed wing aircraft noise would follow the helicopters, kind of like aerial noise source piggybacking I suppose, for the sick asses who abuse me, now 13 years almost.
Yoga last night, and two males, with the Major Fat Boy and his hideous wheezing and gasping. He really laid it on with a higher pitched almost-whistle breathing noise and I was particularly irked about this new noise variant. Then, within a minute, he stopped making this particular noise. And why is this sad sack of blubber-ous humanity hounding me in an advanced yoga class when it is profoundly clear he cannot do basic yoga?
He and the other dude at the back of the class, upon class completion just "happened" to be hanging behind me in the lobby, all to precede me out the door, aka, doorway egress gangstalking. And of all things, they were parked beside each other away from all the other vehicles, and one had a black vehicle and one had a white. Pretty obvious for two males who pretended not to know each other IMHO.
03-25-2015
At the winery vineyard, the profoundly noisy one on Naramata Road. More tie down hassle; vine, tool and/or wire pulled from my grasp all day long for upping the vexation factor, particularly at row ends....
Rain on and off all day, but not enough to get the rain pants on.
03-26-2015
Tying down canes on the trellis wire all day with the background of constant road traffic pummeling my ears. As usual, it gets stepped up should I reach the end of a row and start another. Mild, no rain.
The perps screwed me into taking the wrong sealed glass jar for lunch. Instead of my standard re-heatable grub I ended up with pecans in the same size/shape of jar, from the same source, the fridge. Nice one assholes; never in my life have I failed to get the very thing I was intending to retrieve, but somehow I "missed". Go fuck yourselves assholes; your neural intrusions are insane as they are illegal.
And to add to the pain response, the perps split my finger skin on my L thumb. Then they did in on my R thumb, a replay of some six weeks ago when the L thumb was cut by an "errant" knife blade. The pained thumb games have been going on all week and they are very susceptible to the perps banging on them to send a jolt of pain through me. Sometimes they just fake touching something, as in doing it for jollies.
An arranged E. Indian gangstalking family when at the SO Foods supermarket this evening. First they lined up perpendicular to the row of customers in the cashier line up, as in all five of them lined up shoulder to shoulder like a front of vision obstruction blockers. Some went off temporarily, some looked at their cell phones (aka, EMF interference and color registering device), and lo, when I looked at them again, they were aligned 45 degrees from their prior orientation.
I obtain my drinking water from these coin operated kiosks around town, and one was four stores away from a pizza resturant. And lo, if two independent pizza bearing gangstalkers didn't walk through where I was to park for filling my water jugs. Pizza bearing gangstalkers are nothing new, and I have even encountered them on the public transporation buses on occasion. But to have two trotting by within 10 seconds of each other and headed the same direction is much more obvious. As before, food in a brown box is a big perp color angle, combined with the nasty-assed gluten and casein for immune system aggravation response I suppose.
03-27-2015
Vineyard work all day, with the Naramata Rd vehicle noise parade; hot-rod muffler noise, processions of dudes in their pickups accelerating hard for no seeming reason, often with ladders and/or trailers behind them. The odd motorcycle for extra loud muffler noise, and even one chasing a Porche which was going quite a clip. Add in the redi-mix concrete delivery trucks and their associated pump and boom trucks. They even had a redi-mix truck preceding me outbound for the 8 min. drive with a red sedan between me and it.
My fingers are fried, with splits in the thumbs, a repeat of four weeks ago, though it had no apparent causal activity then.
03-28-2015
Saturday.. laundry, long conversations with the proprietor over health matters, (e.g. testosterone supplementation), comings and goings in town etc. And even about wine no less, he having me write down some interesting grape varietals for him to find. Funny how the perps planted the notion of me getting him some wine for past favors but then screwing me out of remembering to get it only a minute later.
03-29-2015
Sunday, and a late get up as the perps kept me up late the day before, as they wanted me to do lots of facial and torso hair plucking. I don't know what they get from this, now into the third year of this "habit". Many of the hairs are ingrown, in that they lie on or just under the skin surface and don't grow very much. When I do get to pluck them, they invariably have a hockey stick like shape; an angle of 120 degrees or so, the longer side being nearest the skin surface. I have no idea as to why they are first growing in an outward direction, perpendicular to the skin, and then suddenly take a turn and become closely aligned with the skin surface. Given the profusion of masers and plasma flashes that attend any hair plucking session, I can only surmise they are sampling under my skin at that moment.
A hike today, up McIntyre Bluff, and very windy when in the exposed areas, especially at the top. I encountered at least three parties on the hike, a fairly low count by gangstalking standards. On party was sitting on a log about 200m from the summit, out of the wind. One dressed in a yellow jacket and red touque, the other person in a red jacket. Aka, the yellow-with-red show, a long standing perp color combination. As in applying more harassment to the victim; say, "if he doesn't like red or yellow, lets put those two colors together on two gangstalkers and see how much he likes that". But this time the red hue of the toque did not match the red of the other stalker's jacket, a rarity. The red toque was more like a carmine pink, a color they had hit me with at least twice while driving to the trail head.
And why is it my landlord holds back the mail on Friday (or earlier) for me to "discover" the letter at my door step on Sunday morning? I was headed out the door for a tanning session and I find the light brown letter and so I put it aside and headed out. The letter contains a password to get into my online tax account, and I have been waiting two weeks as it is holding up the submission on my income tax return.
After my hike I get online only to find that the Canadian Government's tax (Canada Revenue Agency, CRA (=IRS in USA)) system server is down and I cannot log in. Like WTF; why do I constantly get shut out of web sites that I am waiting for, in this case two weeks? It "happens" far too often to be coincidence, should one believe in the term any more.
Time to get this posted and start another week of toil.
Sunday, March 22, 2015
A Highly Strange Monday
03-16-2015
High Strangeness indeed today, Mondays often being a extra harassment/adversity day. And I suppose, having yoga in the evening adds to whatever the perps are grinding me over for. (Total mind control by remote means as one example of what they are looking for, as it seems they still script noises when I shift my attention to something else).
I was requested to be at work Monday morning at the house/winery location, instead of where I had been Friday before. BUT there was no one there! Not the owners, nor the regular wine making assistant, nor the office staff either (they come later). I did my vineyard tasks over the next hour and a half, and there was one vehicle that came, but I did not recognize. I saw the guy walking around, and he was there for 20 minutes or so, and just "happened" to be driving out on the driveway when I was walking up, as I had finished then. The perps cannot get enough pit-lamping me it seems, and this mofo was assigned just for that alone it would seem. It is not like he stopped to ask me where everyone was. And too, I scratched my head to ponder if this was some kind of national holiday, which it wasn't. I then moved on to the second vineyard location and resumed the priorFriday's work.
I drove by the winery location on my way back and still there was no vehicles parked there. And the boss didn't enlighten me as to why I needed to be there after the fact.
Long time readers will know the perps pulled a similar stunt in 2009 or so. I was working at a farm with a conveyor for the crew to sort daffodil bulbs as they came along. We all had the same lunchtime break as there was a buzzer, and another to restart. I go back to the production line and there was no one there. I was there for a few minutes and then someone came by to tell me the crew was in the field across the road on a different job. So, some ten or so workers all knew about the change in job location and somehow forgot to tell me. When I rejoined them, no one said squat as to how they all knew and I didn't.
The vineyard was cold and damp, as there had been some freezing overnight rain. I don't know why the perps scripted this special weather significance while I was alone in the vineyard. But I do know they screwed me for $260, because they had the outside door handle break off before I set off. The freezing rain has somehow (har, har) caused the driver's side door to be frozen, and as I was pulling on the door handle a little extra, why, it cleanly broke off. Which meant I had to access the front passenger's side, and to then reach across to the driver's side to unlock all the doors from the Unlock switch.
Later I phoned to find out how much a door handle is, plus installation, and it is $220. Thanks a bunch assholes.
Yoga was also a little different; lower attendance, about 10 or so, and none of the dude force that the perps though was so vital over the last few months. Though, the Major Fat Boy did "happen" to enter the room as I was exiting for the instructor's next class. The same effervescent Darling Pixie instructor, though she took pains to wear those fugly harem pants again. A tight top at the start of the class, which is unusual as she often has a scarf or something loose. Not that I care all that much, save the harem pants. I have no idea why this dress parade is put on, bu it is consistent perp behavior in having shills and operatives remove an article of clothing. In the case of yoga, a number of the class mates have this slow reveal, where they remove an over-garment some 5 to 10 minutes into the class, just as the instructor does. Any wonder why strippers are so popular, beyond the obvious?
Now that I have moved my regular mat some 8' E in the yoga class, there seems to be choreography about who they put in my regular old location. Last week it was the Major Fat Boy, and today it was one of the regulars, a curly mid-grey haired woman who seemed to be pissy (again). I don't know why, as I don't instigate anything. A while ago, in a one time only event, she was on my L side and put on a pissy act over that, as her regular spot was filled.
And for once, even it was the length of the classroom, the perps let me see myself in the mirror while doing yoga, maybe the second time in three years of once/week classes.
And of course the perps screwed me over in getting inside my vehicle, having the doors not unlock electrically, and only one of the two vehicle keys on my keyring could unlock the passenger's side.
03-17-2015
No explanation on where everyone was yesterday; I went to the winery location to log my hours, as the cut-off date for the first payday of the month was the day before, but as mentioned, I could not get inside to fill it out.
I was on bamboo stakes replacement, as this is a young vineyard and the vines need to be trained straight up. If they lean over too much it creates a problem zone when wanting to access the trunk from all sides to deal with low sprouting shoots and weeds.
Two black colored EC-135 helicopter passes today; both coming from the E and doing a turn over head and going back the way it came. There is a wealthy vineyard owner in the valley who bought an EC-135 for himself and it is a black colored model. It might of been him, though I have been "covered" with two black EC-135 helicopters flying in formation and not doing any turns, just a straight line path over the vineyard from S to N, and no obvious extra attention with overhead turns. Who has access to two identical black colored EC-135 helicopters?
03-18-2015
I was attempting to get the wretched vine tie down tools to work; a major vexation as these mechanical objects have a habit of jamming and otherwise failing to function. Or else the tie-down twine bunches up and becomes problematic.
The black EC-135 helicopter came for a single identical pass today, about 200' over the terrain, as before.
03-19-2015
Thursday, and working with the vine tied down tools again, picking the best of the bunch. And lo, if the perps didn't introduce new problems; wire that broke, canes that flipped and struck me in the face, and so it went.
Then I picked up a food order from the nuts and seeds dealer, then went to the winery to do packing work. Getting shipments ready with the paper work, making up boxes and the rest of the brown material exposures the perps so like to
script.
I phoned ahead to the nuts and seeds dealer to say I was coming by to pick up my order, and Max answered the phone. I go there, and tell the guy who I am and ask if he is Max, and no he says he is Dave. Like WTF; same voice, and the same guy I know as Max for the past half dozen encounters in the past two years. Though he did kind of blink when telling me that he was "Dave", which I have come to learn from Lie-spotting, can register deceit. The perps have a big theme going on about fact and fiction, (aka lies)and I suppose it was not happen chance that the ex was a notorious liar. Such are the culls that somehow find me without me looking for them.
03-20-2015
A day of task interruptions upon interruptions today; the refuse and the recycling, then driveway power washing, then the viticulture consultant arrived for a half hour, then back to power washing and then the landscape advisor, then back to power washing, then cardboard bundling and so it went. Part of the skit show was to get me wearing my blue rain pants and black gortex jacket in the vineyard (power washing gear), and then again on the trip around the house with the landscape consultant.
03-21-2015
A different kind of Saturday, as I took my vehicle in to get the drivers side outside door handle (and linkages) replaced. They had the correct paint color matched part in Vancouver, and after a week of the vexing fuckery in opening the front driver's side by reaching forward from the door behind it, this imposition is now fixed. And of course the paint color doesn't exactly match, but I don't care a whole lot about that.
All manner of extra gangstalking on the drive home, starting with the dude in the extra-height silver-grey Ford pickup who just had to park beside my driver's side 20 seconds before getting into my vehicle in the Toyota lot. (Actually, before I drove off). No extra space between the vehicles of course, but he knew enough to wait until I got between his vehicle and mine and got in and drove off. (To prevent me from standing back and looking at the just-installed door handle perhaps?) The silver grey vehicle coverage kept up for all of the 10 min. drive back to my place, as well as the ambulatory ones; e.g. dudes pushing strollers and/or taking the dog for a walk.
During the car repair interval, 1.5 hours, I walked some four blocks around my usual shopping area, instead of driving of course. Which was red meat to a shark as far as gangstalking went; vehicle trains galore, Fuckwits moving in close behind me at the checkout, dudes standing in mid-aisle pretending not to notice they were blocking customer egress, ever-hovering "shoppers" placed exactly where I wanted to go for the one item I came for, and so it goes. Same public gangstalking routine, just another day. And by the time it was done, a $360 hit for the door handle replacement and an oil change, and finding out a $220 estimate for the leaking valve cover. It never fucking ends, this imposed financial decimation. I was in the hole all February, and after today's shopping I am back in it. I still haven't recovered from November to January's work hiatus.
And while shopping on foot while car repairs were ongoing, I also went to get a tan at the regular salon, my once per week "habit" that seems to keep me from getting the infernal flu and colds over winter. Who knew vitamin D was so important for the perps? Which in fact might be why we have seasons at all, meaning that the Designing Entities had this planned a very long time ago if you submit to my all-things-conspiratorial perspective (for nonconsensual human experimentation for purposes related to the properties of light and other cosmic "ingredients" (neutrinos, magnetic radiation, cosmic rays, plasmic soup (energetic ether, aka omniplasma continuum) in all its variations, combinations, frequencies and interactions).
And during this same shopping on foot interval, they put on the dreaded HD motorcycle noise at its absolute worst, and while bearing this excruciating din, I looked ahead, and 20' in front of me were two women who had to be sisters; same height, build, hair color, hairstyle walking toward me. Apart from the color, they had identical close fitting long sleeve tops, same neck line and neither in an obstructing coat or jacket and wore similar tight fitting pants. One of them was in a yellow colored top, the other burgundy red. And have I not long observed this particular color clashing combination, red and yellow? Though, this was a rare variation on the red, as it is usually a scarlet red (for more color clash) instead of burgundy red. Outside of a circus or sports team, when does one find identically dressed women, save colors, never mind near identical physique?
Before the above car repair visit, I did my laundromat visit, this one earlier than usual, which allowed for plenty of gab time with the proprietor after the soap was poured into the trays but the washing machines not started. He and I share the same surname by "happen chance" and have a common interest in starting hormone replacement therapy, and of course, the adversities in getting that accomplished.
While laundry was on, I made visits to two specialty grocery stores to acquire the heavier food items before my vehicle was in for repair. The first store which I am regular enough to have a frequent customer number happened to have a negro woman at as the cashier. Not only was it the second time I have ever seen a negro cashier in town (three years), but the first time in this store, even as a customer. It would seem the skin color games and Unfavored exposures were being brought to the fore. I go to the same kind of store two blocks away, to purchase coconut oil (with a long hovering Fuckwit posted there) after extensive dithering and checkout delay by way of a staff member either shopping or doing returns, and as I turned to go, why, another negro woman (15' away) for the first time in this store. Even going back to childhood, I could never figure out why I saw so many store staff purchasing items ahead or behind me at the checkout, some even being off-shift and in street clothes.
And I should of been clued in by way of the brown vehicles circulating around my vehicle this morning. Not the light tan metallic brown (also more commonplace), but the full blown deep metallic brown, one of the fugliest vehicle colors going. At least six of them on my limited travels this morning, when it is rare to see one even. It seems the brown color testing/exposures are ramping up to match the decrease in coffee and chocolate consumption of late.
Two CD's arrived in the mail this week, one on Monday, the other on Friday. Same routine; play them on the Oppo player and then rip them to files and listen to them via this method for many more listenings. Then again in shuffled order. Occasionally they have me listen to music from USB sticks, though I suspect this will extend to the vehicle sometime in the next year. I see that car audio decks now FINALLY have FLAC file playing capabilities which didn't help me when I got one over a year ago and could only get MP3 file players. What took them so long, as FLAC format has been around for over 20 years. This whole "lossy" audio file format must have the perps blessing given its widespread popularity as well as containing the audio equipment manufacturers until recently. Though, the real question is why is lossy music important to the perps, as well as music in general?
I did my auto insurance today, signing up for the monthly plan. More obstruction at the counter, one service person on and so I had to wait, then went to LD, and came back. The customer that was ahead of me had gone, and lo, if she didn't return when I was supplying my details as to the vehicle owner interview (it seems). As well, two dudes came to hang out behind me; like WTF, when to two 20 y.o. dudes go to the insurance outfit together? Then a fuckaround over the check number format; at the bottom of a check (cheque in Canada); the woman didn't seem to know what the account number was, and although I had it written down in my briefcase I could not find it. And lo, if she didn't get it wrong as I later found out and now I have to phone her on Monday to get this straightened out. Again, WTF; she must of dealt with this monthly payment method hundreds of times before, and somehow "forgets" when I am there. Or was it more face time with this very obese woman who was intolerable to look at?.
Then a scan job at Staples went wrong when I somehow included the wrong images, not their fault at all. Why is it I am not allowed to conclude simple events/actions in one go, and must be sent back to the places to correct errors or otherwise de-FUD the situation, say, by phone call? And of course be exposed to the FUD sabotage in the first place, per above check account number fuckery.
03-22-2015
A hike in the woods, and it was cold as the ground is mostly frozen still. I see some one is running a bulldozer or tracked vehicle on this same trail putting in some barbed wire fencing at the height of land of this trail.
Then I found my watch was dead, strangely today when I had been "forgetting" to wear it most days last week. So off to the jeweller on the way back, and lo, at 1400h he was at lunch. Come back in 20 minutes. Then the scan job of the correct images wouldn't be done for a hour, this being a Sunday, so screw, I will go home and then attend to these again. Getting back to finishing off things where there are strange delays (really, how much business activity at Staples on a Sunday?), and still have more to do for Monday.
A cluster fuck at the jewellry counter while waiting for my watch repair; a 280lb male with tattoos, in shorts, and in camo with his two young sons "happened" to be cruising the jewellery counter and pretending to look, forcing me twice to move away from the personal space invasion from this fugly threesome. They do a 180 degree coverage around this jewellry counter island and then the mother/wife "happens" to join them on the other side, slowly moving in, first seeming that she wasn't related, and only determinable when they got close and began conversing. The perps like to arrange these split couple games as well as delay the moment of recognition.
The unauthorized credit card transactions and personal information changes saga might be finally over. Some $7k in charges have been reversed I am told, and my third card in 4 months has had its "fraud alert" status removed. They wanted me to go in person to the bank and get it done on Friday, the 20th. A series of artful delays, and phone call waits, and then having me sit in the chairs and then having a blonde woman do her walk-by to get my attention. The bank was closing down and I ended up being the last customer there at 1715h. This is all because they told me over the phone that they didn't have my current phone number even though they had no problem phoning me to ask about the unauthorized personal detail changes a few weeks ago.
High Strangeness indeed today, Mondays often being a extra harassment/adversity day. And I suppose, having yoga in the evening adds to whatever the perps are grinding me over for. (Total mind control by remote means as one example of what they are looking for, as it seems they still script noises when I shift my attention to something else).
I was requested to be at work Monday morning at the house/winery location, instead of where I had been Friday before. BUT there was no one there! Not the owners, nor the regular wine making assistant, nor the office staff either (they come later). I did my vineyard tasks over the next hour and a half, and there was one vehicle that came, but I did not recognize. I saw the guy walking around, and he was there for 20 minutes or so, and just "happened" to be driving out on the driveway when I was walking up, as I had finished then. The perps cannot get enough pit-lamping me it seems, and this mofo was assigned just for that alone it would seem. It is not like he stopped to ask me where everyone was. And too, I scratched my head to ponder if this was some kind of national holiday, which it wasn't. I then moved on to the second vineyard location and resumed the priorFriday's work.
I drove by the winery location on my way back and still there was no vehicles parked there. And the boss didn't enlighten me as to why I needed to be there after the fact.
Long time readers will know the perps pulled a similar stunt in 2009 or so. I was working at a farm with a conveyor for the crew to sort daffodil bulbs as they came along. We all had the same lunchtime break as there was a buzzer, and another to restart. I go back to the production line and there was no one there. I was there for a few minutes and then someone came by to tell me the crew was in the field across the road on a different job. So, some ten or so workers all knew about the change in job location and somehow forgot to tell me. When I rejoined them, no one said squat as to how they all knew and I didn't.
The vineyard was cold and damp, as there had been some freezing overnight rain. I don't know why the perps scripted this special weather significance while I was alone in the vineyard. But I do know they screwed me for $260, because they had the outside door handle break off before I set off. The freezing rain has somehow (har, har) caused the driver's side door to be frozen, and as I was pulling on the door handle a little extra, why, it cleanly broke off. Which meant I had to access the front passenger's side, and to then reach across to the driver's side to unlock all the doors from the Unlock switch.
Later I phoned to find out how much a door handle is, plus installation, and it is $220. Thanks a bunch assholes.
Yoga was also a little different; lower attendance, about 10 or so, and none of the dude force that the perps though was so vital over the last few months. Though, the Major Fat Boy did "happen" to enter the room as I was exiting for the instructor's next class. The same effervescent Darling Pixie instructor, though she took pains to wear those fugly harem pants again. A tight top at the start of the class, which is unusual as she often has a scarf or something loose. Not that I care all that much, save the harem pants. I have no idea why this dress parade is put on, bu it is consistent perp behavior in having shills and operatives remove an article of clothing. In the case of yoga, a number of the class mates have this slow reveal, where they remove an over-garment some 5 to 10 minutes into the class, just as the instructor does. Any wonder why strippers are so popular, beyond the obvious?
Now that I have moved my regular mat some 8' E in the yoga class, there seems to be choreography about who they put in my regular old location. Last week it was the Major Fat Boy, and today it was one of the regulars, a curly mid-grey haired woman who seemed to be pissy (again). I don't know why, as I don't instigate anything. A while ago, in a one time only event, she was on my L side and put on a pissy act over that, as her regular spot was filled.
And for once, even it was the length of the classroom, the perps let me see myself in the mirror while doing yoga, maybe the second time in three years of once/week classes.
And of course the perps screwed me over in getting inside my vehicle, having the doors not unlock electrically, and only one of the two vehicle keys on my keyring could unlock the passenger's side.
03-17-2015
No explanation on where everyone was yesterday; I went to the winery location to log my hours, as the cut-off date for the first payday of the month was the day before, but as mentioned, I could not get inside to fill it out.
I was on bamboo stakes replacement, as this is a young vineyard and the vines need to be trained straight up. If they lean over too much it creates a problem zone when wanting to access the trunk from all sides to deal with low sprouting shoots and weeds.
Two black colored EC-135 helicopter passes today; both coming from the E and doing a turn over head and going back the way it came. There is a wealthy vineyard owner in the valley who bought an EC-135 for himself and it is a black colored model. It might of been him, though I have been "covered" with two black EC-135 helicopters flying in formation and not doing any turns, just a straight line path over the vineyard from S to N, and no obvious extra attention with overhead turns. Who has access to two identical black colored EC-135 helicopters?
03-18-2015
I was attempting to get the wretched vine tie down tools to work; a major vexation as these mechanical objects have a habit of jamming and otherwise failing to function. Or else the tie-down twine bunches up and becomes problematic.
The black EC-135 helicopter came for a single identical pass today, about 200' over the terrain, as before.
03-19-2015
Thursday, and working with the vine tied down tools again, picking the best of the bunch. And lo, if the perps didn't introduce new problems; wire that broke, canes that flipped and struck me in the face, and so it went.
Then I picked up a food order from the nuts and seeds dealer, then went to the winery to do packing work. Getting shipments ready with the paper work, making up boxes and the rest of the brown material exposures the perps so like to
script.
I phoned ahead to the nuts and seeds dealer to say I was coming by to pick up my order, and Max answered the phone. I go there, and tell the guy who I am and ask if he is Max, and no he says he is Dave. Like WTF; same voice, and the same guy I know as Max for the past half dozen encounters in the past two years. Though he did kind of blink when telling me that he was "Dave", which I have come to learn from Lie-spotting, can register deceit. The perps have a big theme going on about fact and fiction, (aka lies)and I suppose it was not happen chance that the ex was a notorious liar. Such are the culls that somehow find me without me looking for them.
03-20-2015
A day of task interruptions upon interruptions today; the refuse and the recycling, then driveway power washing, then the viticulture consultant arrived for a half hour, then back to power washing and then the landscape advisor, then back to power washing, then cardboard bundling and so it went. Part of the skit show was to get me wearing my blue rain pants and black gortex jacket in the vineyard (power washing gear), and then again on the trip around the house with the landscape consultant.
03-21-2015
A different kind of Saturday, as I took my vehicle in to get the drivers side outside door handle (and linkages) replaced. They had the correct paint color matched part in Vancouver, and after a week of the vexing fuckery in opening the front driver's side by reaching forward from the door behind it, this imposition is now fixed. And of course the paint color doesn't exactly match, but I don't care a whole lot about that.
All manner of extra gangstalking on the drive home, starting with the dude in the extra-height silver-grey Ford pickup who just had to park beside my driver's side 20 seconds before getting into my vehicle in the Toyota lot. (Actually, before I drove off). No extra space between the vehicles of course, but he knew enough to wait until I got between his vehicle and mine and got in and drove off. (To prevent me from standing back and looking at the just-installed door handle perhaps?) The silver grey vehicle coverage kept up for all of the 10 min. drive back to my place, as well as the ambulatory ones; e.g. dudes pushing strollers and/or taking the dog for a walk.
During the car repair interval, 1.5 hours, I walked some four blocks around my usual shopping area, instead of driving of course. Which was red meat to a shark as far as gangstalking went; vehicle trains galore, Fuckwits moving in close behind me at the checkout, dudes standing in mid-aisle pretending not to notice they were blocking customer egress, ever-hovering "shoppers" placed exactly where I wanted to go for the one item I came for, and so it goes. Same public gangstalking routine, just another day. And by the time it was done, a $360 hit for the door handle replacement and an oil change, and finding out a $220 estimate for the leaking valve cover. It never fucking ends, this imposed financial decimation. I was in the hole all February, and after today's shopping I am back in it. I still haven't recovered from November to January's work hiatus.
And while shopping on foot while car repairs were ongoing, I also went to get a tan at the regular salon, my once per week "habit" that seems to keep me from getting the infernal flu and colds over winter. Who knew vitamin D was so important for the perps? Which in fact might be why we have seasons at all, meaning that the Designing Entities had this planned a very long time ago if you submit to my all-things-conspiratorial perspective (for nonconsensual human experimentation for purposes related to the properties of light and other cosmic "ingredients" (neutrinos, magnetic radiation, cosmic rays, plasmic soup (energetic ether, aka omniplasma continuum) in all its variations, combinations, frequencies and interactions).
And during this same shopping on foot interval, they put on the dreaded HD motorcycle noise at its absolute worst, and while bearing this excruciating din, I looked ahead, and 20' in front of me were two women who had to be sisters; same height, build, hair color, hairstyle walking toward me. Apart from the color, they had identical close fitting long sleeve tops, same neck line and neither in an obstructing coat or jacket and wore similar tight fitting pants. One of them was in a yellow colored top, the other burgundy red. And have I not long observed this particular color clashing combination, red and yellow? Though, this was a rare variation on the red, as it is usually a scarlet red (for more color clash) instead of burgundy red. Outside of a circus or sports team, when does one find identically dressed women, save colors, never mind near identical physique?
Before the above car repair visit, I did my laundromat visit, this one earlier than usual, which allowed for plenty of gab time with the proprietor after the soap was poured into the trays but the washing machines not started. He and I share the same surname by "happen chance" and have a common interest in starting hormone replacement therapy, and of course, the adversities in getting that accomplished.
While laundry was on, I made visits to two specialty grocery stores to acquire the heavier food items before my vehicle was in for repair. The first store which I am regular enough to have a frequent customer number happened to have a negro woman at as the cashier. Not only was it the second time I have ever seen a negro cashier in town (three years), but the first time in this store, even as a customer. It would seem the skin color games and Unfavored exposures were being brought to the fore. I go to the same kind of store two blocks away, to purchase coconut oil (with a long hovering Fuckwit posted there) after extensive dithering and checkout delay by way of a staff member either shopping or doing returns, and as I turned to go, why, another negro woman (15' away) for the first time in this store. Even going back to childhood, I could never figure out why I saw so many store staff purchasing items ahead or behind me at the checkout, some even being off-shift and in street clothes.
And I should of been clued in by way of the brown vehicles circulating around my vehicle this morning. Not the light tan metallic brown (also more commonplace), but the full blown deep metallic brown, one of the fugliest vehicle colors going. At least six of them on my limited travels this morning, when it is rare to see one even. It seems the brown color testing/exposures are ramping up to match the decrease in coffee and chocolate consumption of late.
Two CD's arrived in the mail this week, one on Monday, the other on Friday. Same routine; play them on the Oppo player and then rip them to files and listen to them via this method for many more listenings. Then again in shuffled order. Occasionally they have me listen to music from USB sticks, though I suspect this will extend to the vehicle sometime in the next year. I see that car audio decks now FINALLY have FLAC file playing capabilities which didn't help me when I got one over a year ago and could only get MP3 file players. What took them so long, as FLAC format has been around for over 20 years. This whole "lossy" audio file format must have the perps blessing given its widespread popularity as well as containing the audio equipment manufacturers until recently. Though, the real question is why is lossy music important to the perps, as well as music in general?
I did my auto insurance today, signing up for the monthly plan. More obstruction at the counter, one service person on and so I had to wait, then went to LD, and came back. The customer that was ahead of me had gone, and lo, if she didn't return when I was supplying my details as to the vehicle owner interview (it seems). As well, two dudes came to hang out behind me; like WTF, when to two 20 y.o. dudes go to the insurance outfit together? Then a fuckaround over the check number format; at the bottom of a check (cheque in Canada); the woman didn't seem to know what the account number was, and although I had it written down in my briefcase I could not find it. And lo, if she didn't get it wrong as I later found out and now I have to phone her on Monday to get this straightened out. Again, WTF; she must of dealt with this monthly payment method hundreds of times before, and somehow "forgets" when I am there. Or was it more face time with this very obese woman who was intolerable to look at?.
Then a scan job at Staples went wrong when I somehow included the wrong images, not their fault at all. Why is it I am not allowed to conclude simple events/actions in one go, and must be sent back to the places to correct errors or otherwise de-FUD the situation, say, by phone call? And of course be exposed to the FUD sabotage in the first place, per above check account number fuckery.
03-22-2015
A hike in the woods, and it was cold as the ground is mostly frozen still. I see some one is running a bulldozer or tracked vehicle on this same trail putting in some barbed wire fencing at the height of land of this trail.
Then I found my watch was dead, strangely today when I had been "forgetting" to wear it most days last week. So off to the jeweller on the way back, and lo, at 1400h he was at lunch. Come back in 20 minutes. Then the scan job of the correct images wouldn't be done for a hour, this being a Sunday, so screw, I will go home and then attend to these again. Getting back to finishing off things where there are strange delays (really, how much business activity at Staples on a Sunday?), and still have more to do for Monday.
A cluster fuck at the jewellry counter while waiting for my watch repair; a 280lb male with tattoos, in shorts, and in camo with his two young sons "happened" to be cruising the jewellery counter and pretending to look, forcing me twice to move away from the personal space invasion from this fugly threesome. They do a 180 degree coverage around this jewellry counter island and then the mother/wife "happens" to join them on the other side, slowly moving in, first seeming that she wasn't related, and only determinable when they got close and began conversing. The perps like to arrange these split couple games as well as delay the moment of recognition.
The unauthorized credit card transactions and personal information changes saga might be finally over. Some $7k in charges have been reversed I am told, and my third card in 4 months has had its "fraud alert" status removed. They wanted me to go in person to the bank and get it done on Friday, the 20th. A series of artful delays, and phone call waits, and then having me sit in the chairs and then having a blonde woman do her walk-by to get my attention. The bank was closing down and I ended up being the last customer there at 1715h. This is all because they told me over the phone that they didn't have my current phone number even though they had no problem phoning me to ask about the unauthorized personal detail changes a few weeks ago.
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
Start Up the Vacuum Cleaner
1100h
The apparent new management of this apartment building is heavy on the vacuuming, especially outside my door, as if I haven't had enough of that particular noise and phenomenon intrusion for the past eight years. From extra suck-trucks to mobile vacuum services to the vaccum cleaner, all bringing vortex action to the TI, me in particular. And the new flavor of operation is to have multiple interuptions with hallway chat. That EM spike from turning motors on and off, interspersed with amygdala processing specific banter. It seems from the myriad stunts around vacuum cleaners, from truck size drain cleaner machines on down, the harassment technologies are enhanced by localized vortices, giving credence to the many esteemed researchers' (Kozyrev, Nachalov) theories that never seem to get the respect they deserve. Makes we wonder about science, especially when it goes into vituperative convulsions over, say, "cold fusion", whose main "crime" wasy being assigned the wrong name, getting unrelenting condemmation from the supposed objective scientific thinkers of our age. Others have noted in hindsight, that Fleischmann and Pons should of got a Nobel Prize for discovering a new energy source, but lets not go on another conspiratorial round. My all time favorite example of scientific self-denial/avoidance is the paper, "How I Control Gravititation", by Thomas Townsend Brown in 1929. It should of rattled the scientific establishment and taken science in a whole different direction, but instead, sits ignored as a curiousity. And so it goes; you have heard me before on this topic. Funny how it keeps coming back.
I got some "sticky" gangstalkers this morning, ones that kept on re-appearing at each aisle and location checkout, this roundelay of Fuckwits and their particular Unfavored aspects; two large women, the shiftless semi-vagrant males, the curly haired and the geriatric open mouthers as some examples. Then one houndog on my ass at LD reprised himself twice more at the local supermarket, as I made a rare double shopping trip, getting the Rx filled, (now replete with both red AND yellow warning labels on the bottles), getting chocolate, new trays for the cleaning sponges as the prior ones erupted with rust "from" their four small chromed rivets, milk and other items. For weeks the perps have been fouling my face cloths with scuzz that won't come off in the laundry, and then skunked me out of getting bleach at the LD store today, and then "forgetted" me about getting an alternative at the supermarket, usually having a small selection of "green" products that LD doesn't. All these planted notions over the past three weeks, and one unsuccessful attempt, to get my white items white again, and then they screw me around over aquiring the bleaching solution. The perps tell me that bleach is too overpowering for the chemical ether; ask me if I care.
2105h
An hour nap from 1600 to 1700h; the same deal as the past four naps,- put-on-the-deep-olive-green-sweater either before or after the nap. This week's T-shirt color is navy blue, last week was black, so it would seem the perps are using their very favorite entre colors to continue their games of garment color combinations. That my mattress is a deep navy blue also helps their cause, and I can be sure that early stage gangstalkers are wearing these colors, as well as packing yellow envelopes or wood.
This morning's exit from the building was a total jerkaround, with the red-coated Fuckwit bantering with the managers at their lobby office with another red-dressed Fuckwit still remaining, who then departs just ahead of me, and then they call him back so he puts on the dither in the open doorway, blocking my egress at first for at least 3 seconds, and finally responds to me standing there with a grimace and thinking "fucking asshole", to begrudgingly allow me personal space to exit the building. Just another doorway antic, this time in red and a red reference Fuckwit left in place. No doubt they were there for a half hour or longer if past knowledge of their games is accurate.
Other goings on have been the hallway banter outside my door later, and it even was ramped up when I did laundry in the laundry room. For some reason someone had left the ordinarily locked door open for me to hear the dude talk (banter) from the supposed tenants in nearby apartments. Regular readers will know that I contend there are no tenants in this 140 suite building, as it is consistent with past locations that were bereft of tenants, especially in adjacent apartments. (And most notable for fire emergencies that once erupted with regularity). Whatever it is that they are beaming at me at whatever intensity it is, they don't want anyone else around me for overnight. Even the neighbors around the First Feral Family house seem strangely absent when I visit on my usual Sunday afternoon through Monday morning. And I know they are beaming me magnetic energy, as I measured the magnetic field in 2008 to be over 1600 Gauss, up from 200 Gauss in 12-2002. Though I suspect there is much more to being irradiated as I appear to be, possibly unconventional energetics, though not ionizing radiation (apha, beta gamma etc).
Onto more music tonight, and I will blog-off for now.
The apparent new management of this apartment building is heavy on the vacuuming, especially outside my door, as if I haven't had enough of that particular noise and phenomenon intrusion for the past eight years. From extra suck-trucks to mobile vacuum services to the vaccum cleaner, all bringing vortex action to the TI, me in particular. And the new flavor of operation is to have multiple interuptions with hallway chat. That EM spike from turning motors on and off, interspersed with amygdala processing specific banter. It seems from the myriad stunts around vacuum cleaners, from truck size drain cleaner machines on down, the harassment technologies are enhanced by localized vortices, giving credence to the many esteemed researchers' (Kozyrev, Nachalov) theories that never seem to get the respect they deserve. Makes we wonder about science, especially when it goes into vituperative convulsions over, say, "cold fusion", whose main "crime" wasy being assigned the wrong name, getting unrelenting condemmation from the supposed objective scientific thinkers of our age. Others have noted in hindsight, that Fleischmann and Pons should of got a Nobel Prize for discovering a new energy source, but lets not go on another conspiratorial round. My all time favorite example of scientific self-denial/avoidance is the paper, "How I Control Gravititation", by Thomas Townsend Brown in 1929. It should of rattled the scientific establishment and taken science in a whole different direction, but instead, sits ignored as a curiousity. And so it goes; you have heard me before on this topic. Funny how it keeps coming back.
I got some "sticky" gangstalkers this morning, ones that kept on re-appearing at each aisle and location checkout, this roundelay of Fuckwits and their particular Unfavored aspects; two large women, the shiftless semi-vagrant males, the curly haired and the geriatric open mouthers as some examples. Then one houndog on my ass at LD reprised himself twice more at the local supermarket, as I made a rare double shopping trip, getting the Rx filled, (now replete with both red AND yellow warning labels on the bottles), getting chocolate, new trays for the cleaning sponges as the prior ones erupted with rust "from" their four small chromed rivets, milk and other items. For weeks the perps have been fouling my face cloths with scuzz that won't come off in the laundry, and then skunked me out of getting bleach at the LD store today, and then "forgetted" me about getting an alternative at the supermarket, usually having a small selection of "green" products that LD doesn't. All these planted notions over the past three weeks, and one unsuccessful attempt, to get my white items white again, and then they screw me around over aquiring the bleaching solution. The perps tell me that bleach is too overpowering for the chemical ether; ask me if I care.
2105h
An hour nap from 1600 to 1700h; the same deal as the past four naps,- put-on-the-deep-olive-green-sweater either before or after the nap. This week's T-shirt color is navy blue, last week was black, so it would seem the perps are using their very favorite entre colors to continue their games of garment color combinations. That my mattress is a deep navy blue also helps their cause, and I can be sure that early stage gangstalkers are wearing these colors, as well as packing yellow envelopes or wood.
This morning's exit from the building was a total jerkaround, with the red-coated Fuckwit bantering with the managers at their lobby office with another red-dressed Fuckwit still remaining, who then departs just ahead of me, and then they call him back so he puts on the dither in the open doorway, blocking my egress at first for at least 3 seconds, and finally responds to me standing there with a grimace and thinking "fucking asshole", to begrudgingly allow me personal space to exit the building. Just another doorway antic, this time in red and a red reference Fuckwit left in place. No doubt they were there for a half hour or longer if past knowledge of their games is accurate.
Other goings on have been the hallway banter outside my door later, and it even was ramped up when I did laundry in the laundry room. For some reason someone had left the ordinarily locked door open for me to hear the dude talk (banter) from the supposed tenants in nearby apartments. Regular readers will know that I contend there are no tenants in this 140 suite building, as it is consistent with past locations that were bereft of tenants, especially in adjacent apartments. (And most notable for fire emergencies that once erupted with regularity). Whatever it is that they are beaming at me at whatever intensity it is, they don't want anyone else around me for overnight. Even the neighbors around the First Feral Family house seem strangely absent when I visit on my usual Sunday afternoon through Monday morning. And I know they are beaming me magnetic energy, as I measured the magnetic field in 2008 to be over 1600 Gauss, up from 200 Gauss in 12-2002. Though I suspect there is much more to being irradiated as I appear to be, possibly unconventional energetics, though not ionizing radiation (apha, beta gamma etc).
Onto more music tonight, and I will blog-off for now.
Monday, January 03, 2011
Red & Yellow Dressed Negroes on the Bus
1435h
A city bus, (read, mobile gangstalk platform), freakshow this afternoon, and how. The two deep-black negroes that frequent the neighborhood were wearing red and yellow tops; talk about a red rag to a bull. I loathe red, and I loathe bright yellow, and I especially loathe the combination. Add in two male negroes (very high on the Unfavored list), and each of them wearing one color, and then putting them together across on the othe side of the bus aisle, where they fucked me into a transverse seat, and made sure I saw this ketchup and mustard show far more than I wanted. I turned some to look forward and eliminate them from my peripherial vision, but that plan got messed with as they sat someone beside me. They were on for about five stops and could of walked, but that doesn't stop the perps from putting on a freak show. And they even had others come from the front of the bus to the rear to sit where the red negro sat, and the woman beside me sat where the yellow one sat, across the aisle. Other bus bullshit were two dudes, serially, sitting next to me, both of hyperactive and with tendencies to nudge me, something that erupts every fucking time someone sits beside me on the bus. Fucking bullshit, not forgetting the negro that shoved me in the summer, and then tailed me to the farm job worksite, and even giving me another shove there to keep his agitating cred up.
Anyhow, I dropped off the Rx on the way back at the LD store, another major clusterfuck of gangstalkers in progress. It is a huge deal when any bill or other item is removed from my wallet, and in this case, the Rx paper had been next to the red $50 bill, and I suppose that must of been very exciting for the assholes. And they made sure to cover me with Fuckwits for the short walk back to this apartment, where the managers engaged me in a short conversation about my locker, something that had been in mind for the past two weeks or so, as I want to get the rest of the CD's out so I can convert them into digital files. Funny how the perps always know what is topical for me and have others bring it out through their set ups, most of which seem natural enough.
1625h
Overhead pounding some 10 minutes after tea-time with chocolate. That I have my earmuffs on doesn't make any difference, and even pounding the floor and shaking me in my seat is fair game too. On with the Monday show, and all the perp inanity it brings.
Other current action is to have male bellowing, like some kind of growling, all to make sure I am in an extra-alert state.
2300h
A in-apartment evening, even if I wanted to go to the LD store for my Rx and chocolate, as I am out. But no, a rare chocolate-less evening, and ditto for tomorrow's breakfast. They must be testing me for brown color irradiance without their props/games of having me eat chocolate. As if I haven't eaten enough this Christmas season, as it has been abounding at the First Feral Family house, and all the better that it be filled with odd colors, particularly red. They tried me on a mint green earlier, and white chocolate with regular chocolate filling. I didn't eat the chocolate with the red lines across it as I thought it was gross, and one can be sure they will try that again.
An evening spent putzing in attempting to convert music CD WAV files to Apple Lossless, to no avail, as I don't have an Apple. My daughter expressed an interest in Neko Case, so I will get the WAV files to her, but first I had to go through the machinations of Tag Scanner, Songbird, Winamp and Media Center to get the metadata, aka, "tags" (dumbshit name) attached. All that wasn't enough, as I ended up doing a copy/paste from Amazon on one of the two albums, and a manual fill in from the CD booklet on the other. It is very important to the perp assholes as to where I get my information from, and the nature of it (booklet, online, web metadata insertion etc), which explains why something so freaking simple becomes an evening-long adversity. Then metadata overwrite "happened" between the FLAC file and the WAV file, and other managed hiccups along the way. So back to modifying the artist name to prevent that, as Media Center, the best of the bunch, managed to interleave the FLAC and WAV song listings, making it problematic to select each kind separately. Thankfully I can get to the files, by Artist, by Album all separately, and so I could mess with the Artist name to make the WAV files appear as separate. All very complicated, and one can be sure the utmost effort was expended to make it be as problematic as possible.
Enough for a Monday, and to ponder how long they are going to keep me up, as this is a regular event post-FFF stayovers.
A city bus, (read, mobile gangstalk platform), freakshow this afternoon, and how. The two deep-black negroes that frequent the neighborhood were wearing red and yellow tops; talk about a red rag to a bull. I loathe red, and I loathe bright yellow, and I especially loathe the combination. Add in two male negroes (very high on the Unfavored list), and each of them wearing one color, and then putting them together across on the othe side of the bus aisle, where they fucked me into a transverse seat, and made sure I saw this ketchup and mustard show far more than I wanted. I turned some to look forward and eliminate them from my peripherial vision, but that plan got messed with as they sat someone beside me. They were on for about five stops and could of walked, but that doesn't stop the perps from putting on a freak show. And they even had others come from the front of the bus to the rear to sit where the red negro sat, and the woman beside me sat where the yellow one sat, across the aisle. Other bus bullshit were two dudes, serially, sitting next to me, both of hyperactive and with tendencies to nudge me, something that erupts every fucking time someone sits beside me on the bus. Fucking bullshit, not forgetting the negro that shoved me in the summer, and then tailed me to the farm job worksite, and even giving me another shove there to keep his agitating cred up.
Anyhow, I dropped off the Rx on the way back at the LD store, another major clusterfuck of gangstalkers in progress. It is a huge deal when any bill or other item is removed from my wallet, and in this case, the Rx paper had been next to the red $50 bill, and I suppose that must of been very exciting for the assholes. And they made sure to cover me with Fuckwits for the short walk back to this apartment, where the managers engaged me in a short conversation about my locker, something that had been in mind for the past two weeks or so, as I want to get the rest of the CD's out so I can convert them into digital files. Funny how the perps always know what is topical for me and have others bring it out through their set ups, most of which seem natural enough.
1625h
Overhead pounding some 10 minutes after tea-time with chocolate. That I have my earmuffs on doesn't make any difference, and even pounding the floor and shaking me in my seat is fair game too. On with the Monday show, and all the perp inanity it brings.
Other current action is to have male bellowing, like some kind of growling, all to make sure I am in an extra-alert state.
2300h
A in-apartment evening, even if I wanted to go to the LD store for my Rx and chocolate, as I am out. But no, a rare chocolate-less evening, and ditto for tomorrow's breakfast. They must be testing me for brown color irradiance without their props/games of having me eat chocolate. As if I haven't eaten enough this Christmas season, as it has been abounding at the First Feral Family house, and all the better that it be filled with odd colors, particularly red. They tried me on a mint green earlier, and white chocolate with regular chocolate filling. I didn't eat the chocolate with the red lines across it as I thought it was gross, and one can be sure they will try that again.
An evening spent putzing in attempting to convert music CD WAV files to Apple Lossless, to no avail, as I don't have an Apple. My daughter expressed an interest in Neko Case, so I will get the WAV files to her, but first I had to go through the machinations of Tag Scanner, Songbird, Winamp and Media Center to get the metadata, aka, "tags" (dumbshit name) attached. All that wasn't enough, as I ended up doing a copy/paste from Amazon on one of the two albums, and a manual fill in from the CD booklet on the other. It is very important to the perp assholes as to where I get my information from, and the nature of it (booklet, online, web metadata insertion etc), which explains why something so freaking simple becomes an evening-long adversity. Then metadata overwrite "happened" between the FLAC file and the WAV file, and other managed hiccups along the way. So back to modifying the artist name to prevent that, as Media Center, the best of the bunch, managed to interleave the FLAC and WAV song listings, making it problematic to select each kind separately. Thankfully I can get to the files, by Artist, by Album all separately, and so I could mess with the Artist name to make the WAV files appear as separate. All very complicated, and one can be sure the utmost effort was expended to make it be as problematic as possible.
Enough for a Monday, and to ponder how long they are going to keep me up, as this is a regular event post-FFF stayovers.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
A Real MIB Sighting
2045h
Another day of gardening maintenance at the First Feral Family home. Again sunny, and back from the road so I don't feel like the spectacle when visible to all and sundry "happeners" passing by.
The SAC was good for at least three overflights, (or the noise thereof), at least three helicopters and two light aircraft to keep the aerial noise front going. I was there for five hours today, a little shorter than yesterday, and in time to "catch the wave" of teenagers on the bus at 1520h. Some only went two stops for crissakes, which they could of handily walked even with their low slung backpacks.
But outbound, I just might of seen my first traditional MIB (here), and Men In Black.The long black coat was a giveaway, and the wide brimmed business hat, and the featureless face; no eyebrows or facial hair, and no visible hair below his hat. The modern day MIB I have come to know wears black colored fleece with some nylon panels to change the surface qualities of the light absorption, and typcially has a black toque on. I have no recollection of ever seeing the traditional MIB, but as I have mentioned very often, there are three blanked out years where it seems I was exposed to many things, and at the time, they thought it was simply expunged by their known memory recall deletion methods. Not so, as it turns out; subconscious traumatizations, and maybe all subconscious recall for that matter, is stored in every cell in the body if Deepak Chopra is to be believed, and it certainly seems that way when the perps are creating muscle spasms all over me, especially if I saw an Unfavored feature/person. (See Essential Introductory Postings to the right). And it maybe so at one time I did see traditional MIBs, and perhaps there are traumatization associations, and this Fuckwit was there to stimulate them. Whether he did or not I don't know, but he also gets today's award for the Most Least Likely Public Transit Passenger. The bus was outbound at 0910h from downtown to whitebread suburbia of Gordon Head, and here was this MIB in place about midway back, looking ever business like, and he gets off at a residential area about one quarter into the route. Well, OK, the bus serves all the route, but WTF, he should of been going the other direction based on the business outfit.
And it is interesting to see how certain public personnel can change their persona upon TI presence. Both yesterday and today I drove down to a little grocery store to get something for lunch, and yesterday the woman was a little formal, but she actually did smile. Today, she was like totally perfunctory, and not inclined to even exhibit any facial expression except near fright. So when she would of ordinarily been more pleasant recognizing me again, she was decidedly terse. And the woman at the checkout was looking down as much as she could to avoid any eye contact. Maybe it was that large dude in camo gear and shorts at the lotto desk working on his numbers the entire time, like a supervisor. So, having experienced this fickle friendliness/frightened look before, I don't put much stock into how others present themselves, and ponder what went on beforehand; is this scripted, or is it straight and what is the score the next time we encounter each other at the checkout (or other public venue).
A raucous city bus ride on the way back with a surfeit of teens heading downtown, at least three of them banging into me at various locations. The one bumping me in the back when I was ready to exit put on the stare, when it was she that was banging into me while standing, and then bolts out the door to get ahead of me upon exit. Fucking weird to say the least. The only seat availible was immediately in front of a plexiglass panel behind the rear door. And that made for no end of Fuckwits to back themselves up against the panel, and then exchange positions with others nearby in some kind of rotation. Invariably the plexiglass leaners would get off in some three stops after their "turn", and I suppose they were there to sample this form of plastic in some way for the sickos.
2125h
The recycle garbage collectors were on duty today in the First Feral Family neighborhood. Apart from al the blue plastic boxes at the curb, it wasn't a big deal, save the perps screwed me out of putting my mother's recyclables outside. But their truck make the most awful sound when braking, which it does all the time, an alarming "chuff" sound. This act is performed all over the neighborhood so there are variations to volume of course, but what I did notice is that the frequency of this noise has gone up; not at 4x/minute noise, but a 20x/minute noise now. And they came by after lunch for a seeming driveby when they had finished the entire neighborhood, and showed up again when I was at the bus stop in the afternoon, and even led the bus for a few blocks.
And the big deal on the city bus (#27) was that they re-routed it due a seeming accident, and had it partially follow the route of a neighbor route (#28), the one that I took yesterday. In other words, when no route commonality was expected at the suburban end when I got on, there was due to this detour. Not a big deal, and not one of their past stunts of blocking the entire arterial for example. And then seeming accident was also a reason for the deep red fire/emergency truck to come barreling along side the city bus as the backdrop to the teenagers who had just boarded it. All those flashing red and white lights are just the thing for perps. And they also arranged emergency lights for me when I got off the bus, this time red and blue.
Yesterday when waiting with my horde of six at the outbound bus stop, the Langford Fire Department ladder truck cruised by like a fish out of water. This is the City of Victoria with yellow fire trucks if you please, (and put to great use in hounding my ass all over the city), and what is another municipality's fire truck doing here? Spread the red it would seem, and lo, if it didn't "drop in" at the City firehall some two blocks further up and enter their parking lot to then place itself between me and the yellow fire trucks. There has been an increase of the yellow and red color conbinations in the past week, the next most egregious are those DHL trucks and the clowns that drive them in yellow and red. Regular readers will know that I cannot stand to see these two colors together and that it is the second most substantive reason I won't go inside a McDonalds, the first being the food of course.
Picture time; taken 03-09-2010, 1300h 13sec. Just the usual unusual, the entrances and exits of the white, black silver-grey and mid-grey vehicles. One black vehicle behind the leafless tree, and another opposite of it almost, headed to the R. side. And a deep red colored vehicle ahead of it.
Taken 03-09-2010, 1300h 13sec.A second silver-grey has arrived to hang beside the parked black vehicle behind the leafless tree. A third silver-grey vehicle is just exiting the picture on the L. ahead of the white sedan ahead of the stop line. How it go there inside of three seconds is beyond me, even if I was watching.
Taken 03-09-2010, 1300h 26sec.A longer time difference; a mid-grey vehicles comes by to fill in on the greyscale testing it would seem.
Then there was that water deluge (03-09-2010) that came from above, and that the manager didn't even bother to check into or apologize as to what happened. He claimed it was due to some toilet repair activity in the suite above, and he was busy fixing it when I called, hence no return call. Like WTF; I just cleaned up his fucking mess and he couldn't be bothered to check into it? Anyhow, here are the pics. The vertical oriented pic has some interesting globular water drops and some interesting droplet shadows from the flash of the camera. I find it strange that I would get these shadows. The globular drop form can result from being in a magnetized environment, or it could be that the perps wanted the drops in this way. Have a close look with a zoom that is better than that of Picasa.
I will call this blog posting done for today. Three appointments tomorrow, so I will be busy and out and about for the most part, and still more pics to come.
Another day of gardening maintenance at the First Feral Family home. Again sunny, and back from the road so I don't feel like the spectacle when visible to all and sundry "happeners" passing by.
The SAC was good for at least three overflights, (or the noise thereof), at least three helicopters and two light aircraft to keep the aerial noise front going. I was there for five hours today, a little shorter than yesterday, and in time to "catch the wave" of teenagers on the bus at 1520h. Some only went two stops for crissakes, which they could of handily walked even with their low slung backpacks.
But outbound, I just might of seen my first traditional MIB (here), and Men In Black.The long black coat was a giveaway, and the wide brimmed business hat, and the featureless face; no eyebrows or facial hair, and no visible hair below his hat. The modern day MIB I have come to know wears black colored fleece with some nylon panels to change the surface qualities of the light absorption, and typcially has a black toque on. I have no recollection of ever seeing the traditional MIB, but as I have mentioned very often, there are three blanked out years where it seems I was exposed to many things, and at the time, they thought it was simply expunged by their known memory recall deletion methods. Not so, as it turns out; subconscious traumatizations, and maybe all subconscious recall for that matter, is stored in every cell in the body if Deepak Chopra is to be believed, and it certainly seems that way when the perps are creating muscle spasms all over me, especially if I saw an Unfavored feature/person. (See Essential Introductory Postings to the right). And it maybe so at one time I did see traditional MIBs, and perhaps there are traumatization associations, and this Fuckwit was there to stimulate them. Whether he did or not I don't know, but he also gets today's award for the Most Least Likely Public Transit Passenger. The bus was outbound at 0910h from downtown to whitebread suburbia of Gordon Head, and here was this MIB in place about midway back, looking ever business like, and he gets off at a residential area about one quarter into the route. Well, OK, the bus serves all the route, but WTF, he should of been going the other direction based on the business outfit.
And it is interesting to see how certain public personnel can change their persona upon TI presence. Both yesterday and today I drove down to a little grocery store to get something for lunch, and yesterday the woman was a little formal, but she actually did smile. Today, she was like totally perfunctory, and not inclined to even exhibit any facial expression except near fright. So when she would of ordinarily been more pleasant recognizing me again, she was decidedly terse. And the woman at the checkout was looking down as much as she could to avoid any eye contact. Maybe it was that large dude in camo gear and shorts at the lotto desk working on his numbers the entire time, like a supervisor. So, having experienced this fickle friendliness/frightened look before, I don't put much stock into how others present themselves, and ponder what went on beforehand; is this scripted, or is it straight and what is the score the next time we encounter each other at the checkout (or other public venue).
A raucous city bus ride on the way back with a surfeit of teens heading downtown, at least three of them banging into me at various locations. The one bumping me in the back when I was ready to exit put on the stare, when it was she that was banging into me while standing, and then bolts out the door to get ahead of me upon exit. Fucking weird to say the least. The only seat availible was immediately in front of a plexiglass panel behind the rear door. And that made for no end of Fuckwits to back themselves up against the panel, and then exchange positions with others nearby in some kind of rotation. Invariably the plexiglass leaners would get off in some three stops after their "turn", and I suppose they were there to sample this form of plastic in some way for the sickos.
2125h
The recycle garbage collectors were on duty today in the First Feral Family neighborhood. Apart from al the blue plastic boxes at the curb, it wasn't a big deal, save the perps screwed me out of putting my mother's recyclables outside. But their truck make the most awful sound when braking, which it does all the time, an alarming "chuff" sound. This act is performed all over the neighborhood so there are variations to volume of course, but what I did notice is that the frequency of this noise has gone up; not at 4x/minute noise, but a 20x/minute noise now. And they came by after lunch for a seeming driveby when they had finished the entire neighborhood, and showed up again when I was at the bus stop in the afternoon, and even led the bus for a few blocks.
And the big deal on the city bus (#27) was that they re-routed it due a seeming accident, and had it partially follow the route of a neighbor route (#28), the one that I took yesterday. In other words, when no route commonality was expected at the suburban end when I got on, there was due to this detour. Not a big deal, and not one of their past stunts of blocking the entire arterial for example. And then seeming accident was also a reason for the deep red fire/emergency truck to come barreling along side the city bus as the backdrop to the teenagers who had just boarded it. All those flashing red and white lights are just the thing for perps. And they also arranged emergency lights for me when I got off the bus, this time red and blue.
Yesterday when waiting with my horde of six at the outbound bus stop, the Langford Fire Department ladder truck cruised by like a fish out of water. This is the City of Victoria with yellow fire trucks if you please, (and put to great use in hounding my ass all over the city), and what is another municipality's fire truck doing here? Spread the red it would seem, and lo, if it didn't "drop in" at the City firehall some two blocks further up and enter their parking lot to then place itself between me and the yellow fire trucks. There has been an increase of the yellow and red color conbinations in the past week, the next most egregious are those DHL trucks and the clowns that drive them in yellow and red. Regular readers will know that I cannot stand to see these two colors together and that it is the second most substantive reason I won't go inside a McDonalds, the first being the food of course.
Picture time; taken 03-09-2010, 1300h 13sec. Just the usual unusual, the entrances and exits of the white, black silver-grey and mid-grey vehicles. One black vehicle behind the leafless tree, and another opposite of it almost, headed to the R. side. And a deep red colored vehicle ahead of it.
Taken 03-09-2010, 1300h 13sec.A second silver-grey has arrived to hang beside the parked black vehicle behind the leafless tree. A third silver-grey vehicle is just exiting the picture on the L. ahead of the white sedan ahead of the stop line. How it go there inside of three seconds is beyond me, even if I was watching.
Taken 03-09-2010, 1300h 26sec.A longer time difference; a mid-grey vehicles comes by to fill in on the greyscale testing it would seem.
Then there was that water deluge (03-09-2010) that came from above, and that the manager didn't even bother to check into or apologize as to what happened. He claimed it was due to some toilet repair activity in the suite above, and he was busy fixing it when I called, hence no return call. Like WTF; I just cleaned up his fucking mess and he couldn't be bothered to check into it? Anyhow, here are the pics. The vertical oriented pic has some interesting globular water drops and some interesting droplet shadows from the flash of the camera. I find it strange that I would get these shadows. The globular drop form can result from being in a magnetized environment, or it could be that the perps wanted the drops in this way. Have a close look with a zoom that is better than that of Picasa.
I will call this blog posting done for today. Three appointments tomorrow, so I will be busy and out and about for the most part, and still more pics to come.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
More Digging for the SAC
1755h
A six hour stint doing gardening work at the First Feral Family home. At least four SAC flyovers, and at least one was a real aircraft and not a noise-only event. And more EMF related noise from the neighbor who coordinated his table saw noise with digging in the same garden bed two days ago. This time it was an indeterminate electrical device, possibly for woodworking as an extra loud hand sanding noise was also added on. Again, the noise was accurated timed to when grasping plant roots, when about to apply my foot to sink the garden fork in, and when prying on plant roots. There was a strong wind initially as well, and the gusts were also well timed for similar activities, and it died down and the EMF/electrical appliance noise started up afterward.
And the bus rides there and back were nothing short of absurd for the time and day and the number of passengers, not to mention their props. And what is with the Fuckwits with paint splattered on their clothes, pretending to be commercial painters at 1000h, riding the bus. Fucking absurd. That was outbound, and then another variation when inbound. A woman with a 20"x30" wood framed canvas painting, as in artistic endeavor, sat on the rear bench seat on the opposite side of the bus. I had three intervening Fuckwits sit between her and me, and when it came to get off, both my seatmates, including the one with the painting, got off at the same stop. I going to have to expand my definition of "fellow travellers" to include this variation it seems. It is a first, and likely won't be the last time either.
The inbound trip was the more absurd; I caught the bus at 1645h from Gordon Head suburbia headed for downtown, and by the time it got to the main artery, not even 1/4 there, it was standing room only (over 40 passengers). Why are so many Fuckwits headed to downtown at that time? It must be feeding time for the gangstalkers and shills, feeding at the trough of orchestrated abuse, now closing in on eight years of this insanity (theirs).
And I saw on the inbound bus that the disgusting/stupid yellow toque act took his time to cover the length of the bus and then sit some 4' in front of me. I suppose the color was too bright, and he took at least 10 minutes to work his way down so he could get his fugly yellow toque in my face, as in the oft observed perp tactic of getting the fugly colors/persons closer by increments of distance and extended duration. The toque was spatially arranged to be beside the redcoat Fuckwit immediately in front of me, and have I not said that I cannot stand bright red and yellow together, and won't ever go to McDonalds for that reason? The red was a maroon red, and not a bright red, but I wouldn't be surprised that the assholes start putting both brighter hues together before long.
1840h
Another round of games with making the milk go sour again; this morning it tasted off, and that will instignate a later visit to the local supermarket to get more. One third of the two liter jug remaining, and four more days until the best-before date. The assholes started this up when I first tried goat milk about three years ago, and kept this bullshit going for at least two months. But now the assholes are at it again with premature food spoilage, and not letting me purchase smaller quantities. I reckon the cooked chicken will also spoil prematurely, even with the fridge on the coldest setting it can be. No half chickens last time as it "so happened". And what is the likelihood of only two liter milk containers tonight? We shall see.
2145h
A brief sortie to the local supermarket and the assholes were all over me, as in gangstalking at every location I needed to go to, some doing "just standing there" duty with their ass backed up to the cooler case where the tapenade is, two coming at me while grasping the chocolate, now stored in mid-shelf instead of the bottom shelf, and a two time red hatted jerk coming directly at me and only averted a collision at the last moment. The excitement and attention devoted to gangstalking me going grocery shopping is unrelenting. And the insanity of perps continuing this bullshit for close to eight years now.
The checkouts were the usual arrangements; some with a surfeit of customers, some with Unfavored freaks, and then the one I took had only one customer, a mop headed dude in a disgusting orange fleece jacket. And he managed to dilly dally once he departed, reprising in the parking lot inside his vehicle, in the typical perp reprise presentation under different lighting conditions and through glass or other barrier. It is amazing how many of the prior customers manage to be loitering outside once I depart when they should of been long gone. The raven haired cashier is reasonably pleasant and easy on the eye as well, always a perp managed event it seems. As an example, they might leverage the deep black hair to have Asian cashiers at a later time, though apart from the blondes (Favored) and the facial jewellry and tattoos (both decidedly Unfavored), they haven't been entirely consistent on the cashier freakiness/Unfavoredness in any predictable way. In fact, in the 3.5 years I have been going to this supermarket, I don't think they have ever once had a male on cashier duty. Associated grocery packers and attending to the recyclables yes, but not on cashier duty.
And just when I thought I was being left alone at the checkout to pay for my groceries via debit card, in swoops a woman in a black fleece jacket with a garbage bag full of plastic bottles to get recycling returns, and not content to wait in the line, but had to run in behind me, in order to cover me once I departed the checkout. It never ends, this constant need for the assholes to put on stunts, flick plastic bags and other objects while I am paying for my groceries.
03-11-2010
Got screwed out of posting this last night.
A six hour stint doing gardening work at the First Feral Family home. At least four SAC flyovers, and at least one was a real aircraft and not a noise-only event. And more EMF related noise from the neighbor who coordinated his table saw noise with digging in the same garden bed two days ago. This time it was an indeterminate electrical device, possibly for woodworking as an extra loud hand sanding noise was also added on. Again, the noise was accurated timed to when grasping plant roots, when about to apply my foot to sink the garden fork in, and when prying on plant roots. There was a strong wind initially as well, and the gusts were also well timed for similar activities, and it died down and the EMF/electrical appliance noise started up afterward.
And the bus rides there and back were nothing short of absurd for the time and day and the number of passengers, not to mention their props. And what is with the Fuckwits with paint splattered on their clothes, pretending to be commercial painters at 1000h, riding the bus. Fucking absurd. That was outbound, and then another variation when inbound. A woman with a 20"x30" wood framed canvas painting, as in artistic endeavor, sat on the rear bench seat on the opposite side of the bus. I had three intervening Fuckwits sit between her and me, and when it came to get off, both my seatmates, including the one with the painting, got off at the same stop. I going to have to expand my definition of "fellow travellers" to include this variation it seems. It is a first, and likely won't be the last time either.
The inbound trip was the more absurd; I caught the bus at 1645h from Gordon Head suburbia headed for downtown, and by the time it got to the main artery, not even 1/4 there, it was standing room only (over 40 passengers). Why are so many Fuckwits headed to downtown at that time? It must be feeding time for the gangstalkers and shills, feeding at the trough of orchestrated abuse, now closing in on eight years of this insanity (theirs).
And I saw on the inbound bus that the disgusting/stupid yellow toque act took his time to cover the length of the bus and then sit some 4' in front of me. I suppose the color was too bright, and he took at least 10 minutes to work his way down so he could get his fugly yellow toque in my face, as in the oft observed perp tactic of getting the fugly colors/persons closer by increments of distance and extended duration. The toque was spatially arranged to be beside the redcoat Fuckwit immediately in front of me, and have I not said that I cannot stand bright red and yellow together, and won't ever go to McDonalds for that reason? The red was a maroon red, and not a bright red, but I wouldn't be surprised that the assholes start putting both brighter hues together before long.
1840h
Another round of games with making the milk go sour again; this morning it tasted off, and that will instignate a later visit to the local supermarket to get more. One third of the two liter jug remaining, and four more days until the best-before date. The assholes started this up when I first tried goat milk about three years ago, and kept this bullshit going for at least two months. But now the assholes are at it again with premature food spoilage, and not letting me purchase smaller quantities. I reckon the cooked chicken will also spoil prematurely, even with the fridge on the coldest setting it can be. No half chickens last time as it "so happened". And what is the likelihood of only two liter milk containers tonight? We shall see.
2145h
A brief sortie to the local supermarket and the assholes were all over me, as in gangstalking at every location I needed to go to, some doing "just standing there" duty with their ass backed up to the cooler case where the tapenade is, two coming at me while grasping the chocolate, now stored in mid-shelf instead of the bottom shelf, and a two time red hatted jerk coming directly at me and only averted a collision at the last moment. The excitement and attention devoted to gangstalking me going grocery shopping is unrelenting. And the insanity of perps continuing this bullshit for close to eight years now.
The checkouts were the usual arrangements; some with a surfeit of customers, some with Unfavored freaks, and then the one I took had only one customer, a mop headed dude in a disgusting orange fleece jacket. And he managed to dilly dally once he departed, reprising in the parking lot inside his vehicle, in the typical perp reprise presentation under different lighting conditions and through glass or other barrier. It is amazing how many of the prior customers manage to be loitering outside once I depart when they should of been long gone. The raven haired cashier is reasonably pleasant and easy on the eye as well, always a perp managed event it seems. As an example, they might leverage the deep black hair to have Asian cashiers at a later time, though apart from the blondes (Favored) and the facial jewellry and tattoos (both decidedly Unfavored), they haven't been entirely consistent on the cashier freakiness/Unfavoredness in any predictable way. In fact, in the 3.5 years I have been going to this supermarket, I don't think they have ever once had a male on cashier duty. Associated grocery packers and attending to the recyclables yes, but not on cashier duty.
And just when I thought I was being left alone at the checkout to pay for my groceries via debit card, in swoops a woman in a black fleece jacket with a garbage bag full of plastic bottles to get recycling returns, and not content to wait in the line, but had to run in behind me, in order to cover me once I departed the checkout. It never ends, this constant need for the assholes to put on stunts, flick plastic bags and other objects while I am paying for my groceries.
03-11-2010
Got screwed out of posting this last night.
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