1115h
A legs shave last night; begun with a sudden "need" to shut down this PC at 2130h, when normally I go to 2200 or 2300h before considering going to bed. As always, shaving anywhere, especially if outside the daily habit, brings on extra perp abuses and gangstalking activity.
A busy morning, and much noisestalked too as I filled out the forms and checks to send to Okanagan College to register for the Viticulture Certificate program training, Jan. to March end. Yessir, after a near unprecedented four years living on one location, rarely allowed going by past events, I will be moving to a small town in the interior of British Columbia to attend three months of classes so I can be an educated vineyard laborer. And too, I get to compete with the Mexican visa farm workers for the same jobs. Hardly a step up the earnings ladder, and hopefully all this course work won't be another perp managed jerkaround in arranging futile activity, unlike the Oracle DBA courses I took in 2009-10, which got me a few phone calls and nothing else.
And I see they have already begun to shake the place, and no doubt other arranged human foibles will follow, e.g. car accidents, murders etc. For perp research, nothing beats having someone's blood contents on the ground. Stay tuned.
The vineyard and winemaking angle has long been a perp interest, and if you subscribe to that seeming fact that my entire life has been a series of nonstop arranged events, then my prior winemaking hobby of 20 years was likely meant to serve the perp's purposes. Add on my perp abetting parents and their newfound interest in wine, even to the point of having me drive them around for annual winery visitations and tastings in the Okanagan region in the fall for the past four years (this year excepted), then one can readily surmise that there is something the perps expect to gain from wine, its color, ingestion and digestion and provenance (where it is from). In other words, wine, along with all my foods from backyard (tomatoes and beans this year), to the other side of the world (e.g. coconut oil), the perps are attempting to glean something intrinsic about the source location from me via the foods or drink beveages I have. To date, I have called these "earth energies" for lack of a better term, but the perps have been absolutely consistent in messing with my food and drink sources, and for that matter, all objects, wherever something is made, manufactured or shipped from. Which also includes the packaging and shipping materials, transportation and containering, stores and particular shelves as well as the orientation of the items on the shelf.
And more checkout "hold ups" (read, arranged delays and obstructions) today at the supermarket. Not only the elder-dude putzing with his charge card over a single bag of bulk granola, or the chinless dude immediately ahead of me, plus other freaks, but they put on a negro to troll along the aisle adjacent to the checkouts, also followed with the bearded dude who popped out from an aisle end earlier. Then the Fat Girl arrived behind me, and in metaphoric terms, it seems the assholes need to dress up a pig with lipstick, having the Fat Girl in blonde hair. This has been more common of late, though as always, the perps like to mix up Unfavored features (fat people, vagrants etc.) with Favored features (blonde, female, attractive).
Yesterday, while on the city bus, and viewing the panel of freaks in front of me, as I was in the rear-most full width seat next to the window, they put on negro woman exactly opposite of the location where they had one the day before. And not the same woman either, though it was the same time of day. I cannot fathom, apart from arranged gangstalking, why over 30 passengers would be heading into downtown on a Thursday evening on the city bus. Regular readers will know that the perps go especially beserk around dusk, so all I can surmise is that they aren't concerned with appearences any more, they just put on the gangstalkers they need for any given travel mode. Not to mention the recent strangeness of the bus driver stopping the bus for no apparent reason and having it sit for two minutes with the door open. (And not at a timing location in the schedule).
While shopping in the local supermarke the gangstalkers were all over my ass, posted exactly where I wanted to go after another one dithered over top of the shopping baskets. Then they blanked me out totally as to what I wanted to get, even if it was unequivocally clear for the past two days. As I approached another aisle after getting skunked on the lurker gangstalker over top of the coconut oil, what I wanted to get, the perps totally wiped my recall as to what I was there for. I have never, ever had suck a sudden and complete memory loss before, and over grocery shopping for crissakes.
As part of the show, they had red dressed gangstalkers, one being an elder-dude in some kind of anorak with large red panels who was tailing me for the second time, coming at me W bound when I was travelling N, and I came to the store aisle first, and look back to see if the Fuckwit was still tailing me, and lo, if they didn't put on a different red dressed gangstalker, this disgusting wizened granny in red plaid, now tailing me N bound. Call it red substitution, where a red dressed Fuckwit swaps with another red dressed Fuckwit to seemingly surprise me with the continued red color coverage.
Yesterday, when getting off the bus in the evening, it was the same deal. A red and black checkered hoodie wearing Fuckwit tails me off the bus and then when I crossed the road at the crosswalk, why he enters onto the road in a jogging gait to catch up with me to cross the road at the same moment. I keep going, and for some reason he doesn't tail me along the next block, but lo, if there isn't a red beret wearing Fuckwit some 40' ahead of me.
1845h
Back to vacuum cleaner stalking, the second pass of cleaning outside my door in the hallway. They rarely clean the hallways, but they picked the moments when I was cleaning the dishes at the sink, and now, just as the PC booted up (with a high EMF spike from the power supply). And regular readers will know that I frequently encounter the "suck trucks", the street drain vaccum cleaner trucks, at anytime of year in this town. Past residences have also been known to engage in extra vaccuum cleaning and/or at strange hours of the day. All part of disturbing the ether IMHO with toroidal energies and here.
2215h
A read of Project Bluebird by Colin Ross, MD earlier, after tea and chocolate. As part of this abusive imposition, I am not allowed to read books from begining to end, but made to skip all over. Of note, the perps put on noise just when I was reading names of the investigators/abusers under MKULTRA and other like projects. Some of the projects were all about testing children, even to the point of being up-front about in the project description.
I am going to post this as I don't expect anything revelatory to erupt. These are the days of "dwell time", with only a modicum of activities and plenty of time to blog about details of the daily abuse litany.
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Friday, November 18, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
City Bus Swarming
09-19-2011
2100h
An unplanned day off, this Monday, as I have acquired a doozer of a cold yesterday, and they wouldn't let me sleep much last night at the First Feral Family house. A double whammy. All to seemingly repeat the experiences/timing of the summer, where I take Mondays off at the FFF house. Since the job restart, it has been Sundays off.
I got plenty of errands done, and picking up my UPS package in person and paying at $85 duty hit for China made sheets and ski pants. I got slotted into this notion of having a pair of softshell pants that were both waterproof and windproof, and an somehow this morphed into ski pants. Like WTF; I already have a blue pair of Patagonias that I have rarely worn, and somehow "forgot" in this headlong planted notion of getting softshell pants. A $150 down the drain, just to piss me off.
And of course, the perps plant notions of future portent that I am going to a cold weather location, but that cannot be relied upon as I have safety toe boots that I "needed" and haven't worn for three years. (All the construction jobs just didn't materialize). And on it goes; kitchen utensils that I "had to have", and they sit unused for over two years. As part of this campaign of perp touted job/training change they are promoting as upcoming this winter, they have me searching for cots and collapsible furniture. A fold-up table has already been secured, a cot is next they say, and then a few chairs. All to move in one pass in my mother's Ford Escape which she has put on offer at least 5x in the past two months.
The city bus freakshow was another swamping this afternoon. The usual story; reverse commute from suburbia to downtown, often only 10 to 15 passengers, but over 40 today. Even the commuting buses in the opposite direction weren't as full. The final coup was to have a fugly negro woman board the bus at my penultimate stop. Quite the scene she was, and my collective reaction was no doubt of considerable interest to the myriad of Fuckwits around me (as human biosensors). Though, I have to admit, they cut down on the freaks (read, Unfavored- e.g. tattoos, turbans, strange headwear, red or other unnatural hair, vagrants, shiftless dudes, skinheads, large gutted persons, ponytail males, loudmouths and geriatrics). Why so many "people" (read Fuckwits) were on that bus defies logic. Though, they did put on one curly haired Fat Girl (two Unfavoreds in one person), one who works at a kitchen shop I frequented and screwed me around last year as to where to get a particular kind of teapot- totally wrong direction. Not to mention that she was putting on the gangstalk in various front, back, L. side and R. side poses, standing there dumbstruck.
Other excitement for the perps today seems to be incrementing the "red count"; surrounding me with slightly more red vehicles, red shirted males, and ensuring there are plenty of extraneous red reflections in my vision. Often they would put five to eight white vehicles in a cluster and then insert a red one in the centre or at the end. This morphed into later larger clusters of red vehicles, some side by side and running a red light together.
And big noise eruptions when I was sowing grass seed at the FFF house, as part of the re-leveling of the NW corner ankle breaking humps the FF Father left as unfinished landscaping for over 40 years. The perps cannot get enough noise and disruption when they have me sowing grass seed for whatever reason. When I got back from my errands my mother wanted to get grass seed from Home Depot which is a 3 minute drive away. But first we have coffe together, as in getting "brown calibrated". And lo, if she wasn't wearing a yellow sweater and tan brown pants. And lo, when traversing the parking lot, a male pops out of his parked vehicle and crosses our paths dressed exactly in the same colors, sprinting almost. It is the first time I have ever seen anyone sprint into Home Depot for crissakes.
Then when in Home Depot and getting the grass seed and dealing with my mother's delaying and batshit wacko tactics, why, a couple cruises by with an orange plastic shopping cart and the identical grass seed product in it. ( I was grasping the selected grass seed product, no hand or shopping basket). And lo, if the woman isn't also dressed in a yellow top and same brown color pants. And lo, if this woman doesn't come past for a second gangstalking by herself. Like WTF; why do I need to see this again, not even attractive.
And then it finally dawned on me; this is the day I skip the meds, one being yellow colored. So, yes, extra yellow colored gangstalking today, the Yellow Cab out in profusion and sitting around doing nothing. And too, DHL's loud yellow trucks were pre-positioned at two of my errand stops, seeming to do nothing as well.
Yesterday's (Sunday) afternoon city bus trip to suburbia was also fraught. A standing room situation on the #27, so I hung back to get the #28 and put up with the 10 minute walk instead of the 4 minute walk after getting off. I still got five loud and raucous dudes at the back, who got off altogether two stops later thankfully, as they were making out they were drunk. Later on the bus trip, this ponytail dude sits down opposite with his skateboard, the perp's favorite street accouterment after bicycles. After a few minutes he then directs me to press the "next stop" notification button/bell for him. I point to the fact that there is a button just beside him on the pole, and he presses it. Like WTF; why am I suddenly some dumbshit's chosen bell-ringing servant? The Fuckwit wasn't even pretending to be friendly or communicative in the first place, and wasn't the least bit apologetic or contrite, he just carries on looking at the floor. Then he gets up, and stands in the rear exit, and instead of waiting for the doors to open, facing them, he backs up to the panel that separates me and the rear exit. Like WTF; this is where the rear door retracts, and he is in the way, and is backing up to me for no seeming reason. (Maybe to show off his ponytail, something I have come to learn that I loathe on males). He finally figures this out as the door opens and gets out two stops ahead of me. Why do these wacko Fuckwits on the city bus visit their crap on me? And why wasn't I allowed to ream this Fuckwit out for being a total dick, assuming I was his lackey? Contained and constrained in high strangeness, especially the behavior of others.
Getting to be 2145h, and bedtime for this 0530h get-up farmworker to do all his body shaving and prepare for the day ahead. Posting now, while listening to Lola Beltran, Mexicanisim. Fantastic, and it only took me three years to execute on my interest in this performer. Not bad in perp-constraint time.
2100h
An unplanned day off, this Monday, as I have acquired a doozer of a cold yesterday, and they wouldn't let me sleep much last night at the First Feral Family house. A double whammy. All to seemingly repeat the experiences/timing of the summer, where I take Mondays off at the FFF house. Since the job restart, it has been Sundays off.
I got plenty of errands done, and picking up my UPS package in person and paying at $85 duty hit for China made sheets and ski pants. I got slotted into this notion of having a pair of softshell pants that were both waterproof and windproof, and an somehow this morphed into ski pants. Like WTF; I already have a blue pair of Patagonias that I have rarely worn, and somehow "forgot" in this headlong planted notion of getting softshell pants. A $150 down the drain, just to piss me off.
And of course, the perps plant notions of future portent that I am going to a cold weather location, but that cannot be relied upon as I have safety toe boots that I "needed" and haven't worn for three years. (All the construction jobs just didn't materialize). And on it goes; kitchen utensils that I "had to have", and they sit unused for over two years. As part of this campaign of perp touted job/training change they are promoting as upcoming this winter, they have me searching for cots and collapsible furniture. A fold-up table has already been secured, a cot is next they say, and then a few chairs. All to move in one pass in my mother's Ford Escape which she has put on offer at least 5x in the past two months.
The city bus freakshow was another swamping this afternoon. The usual story; reverse commute from suburbia to downtown, often only 10 to 15 passengers, but over 40 today. Even the commuting buses in the opposite direction weren't as full. The final coup was to have a fugly negro woman board the bus at my penultimate stop. Quite the scene she was, and my collective reaction was no doubt of considerable interest to the myriad of Fuckwits around me (as human biosensors). Though, I have to admit, they cut down on the freaks (read, Unfavored- e.g. tattoos, turbans, strange headwear, red or other unnatural hair, vagrants, shiftless dudes, skinheads, large gutted persons, ponytail males, loudmouths and geriatrics). Why so many "people" (read Fuckwits) were on that bus defies logic. Though, they did put on one curly haired Fat Girl (two Unfavoreds in one person), one who works at a kitchen shop I frequented and screwed me around last year as to where to get a particular kind of teapot- totally wrong direction. Not to mention that she was putting on the gangstalk in various front, back, L. side and R. side poses, standing there dumbstruck.
Other excitement for the perps today seems to be incrementing the "red count"; surrounding me with slightly more red vehicles, red shirted males, and ensuring there are plenty of extraneous red reflections in my vision. Often they would put five to eight white vehicles in a cluster and then insert a red one in the centre or at the end. This morphed into later larger clusters of red vehicles, some side by side and running a red light together.
And big noise eruptions when I was sowing grass seed at the FFF house, as part of the re-leveling of the NW corner ankle breaking humps the FF Father left as unfinished landscaping for over 40 years. The perps cannot get enough noise and disruption when they have me sowing grass seed for whatever reason. When I got back from my errands my mother wanted to get grass seed from Home Depot which is a 3 minute drive away. But first we have coffe together, as in getting "brown calibrated". And lo, if she wasn't wearing a yellow sweater and tan brown pants. And lo, when traversing the parking lot, a male pops out of his parked vehicle and crosses our paths dressed exactly in the same colors, sprinting almost. It is the first time I have ever seen anyone sprint into Home Depot for crissakes.
Then when in Home Depot and getting the grass seed and dealing with my mother's delaying and batshit wacko tactics, why, a couple cruises by with an orange plastic shopping cart and the identical grass seed product in it. ( I was grasping the selected grass seed product, no hand or shopping basket). And lo, if the woman isn't also dressed in a yellow top and same brown color pants. And lo, if this woman doesn't come past for a second gangstalking by herself. Like WTF; why do I need to see this again, not even attractive.
And then it finally dawned on me; this is the day I skip the meds, one being yellow colored. So, yes, extra yellow colored gangstalking today, the Yellow Cab out in profusion and sitting around doing nothing. And too, DHL's loud yellow trucks were pre-positioned at two of my errand stops, seeming to do nothing as well.
Yesterday's (Sunday) afternoon city bus trip to suburbia was also fraught. A standing room situation on the #27, so I hung back to get the #28 and put up with the 10 minute walk instead of the 4 minute walk after getting off. I still got five loud and raucous dudes at the back, who got off altogether two stops later thankfully, as they were making out they were drunk. Later on the bus trip, this ponytail dude sits down opposite with his skateboard, the perp's favorite street accouterment after bicycles. After a few minutes he then directs me to press the "next stop" notification button/bell for him. I point to the fact that there is a button just beside him on the pole, and he presses it. Like WTF; why am I suddenly some dumbshit's chosen bell-ringing servant? The Fuckwit wasn't even pretending to be friendly or communicative in the first place, and wasn't the least bit apologetic or contrite, he just carries on looking at the floor. Then he gets up, and stands in the rear exit, and instead of waiting for the doors to open, facing them, he backs up to the panel that separates me and the rear exit. Like WTF; this is where the rear door retracts, and he is in the way, and is backing up to me for no seeming reason. (Maybe to show off his ponytail, something I have come to learn that I loathe on males). He finally figures this out as the door opens and gets out two stops ahead of me. Why do these wacko Fuckwits on the city bus visit their crap on me? And why wasn't I allowed to ream this Fuckwit out for being a total dick, assuming I was his lackey? Contained and constrained in high strangeness, especially the behavior of others.
Getting to be 2145h, and bedtime for this 0530h get-up farmworker to do all his body shaving and prepare for the day ahead. Posting now, while listening to Lola Beltran, Mexicanisim. Fantastic, and it only took me three years to execute on my interest in this performer. Not bad in perp-constraint time.
Saturday, March 06, 2010
The White Pants Act + 03-07-2010 Update
1705h
An all day Saturday session of the Oracle DBA course today. I got the 0826h bus, and I couldn't believe the number of Fuckwits out on the street when most of the stores were closed. At least three hundred doing their strut, one in front of the other, like some kind of freakish and dystopic pilgrimage. I even got the fugly orange fleece jacket act tailing me onto the bus. Then there was the leather jacketed woman who stared at me as she was walking toward me as I was seated in two wide forward facing bench seat. Then she comes and sits in front of me with her Dummies book, and even reads some of it. About midway in the outbound bus trip one of the class members gets on board, and lo, if he doesn't "happen" to know this woman and starts chatting to her. Then the perps planted the notion I mis-identified her when she boarded the bus, and that she was the lone woman class member, her black hair adding to the planted confusion. And when it came time to get off the bus, the guy and her were totally slack in attending to signalling the driver and getting up from their seats. I ended up at the rear exit first, and the woman second, and she somehow gets in my way to pinch me off from using the path, and then gives me a stare again, and then backs off. She and the classmate guy tail me some distance to the classroom. The woman wasn't known to me upon a second look, which goes to show how far the perps will go in planting needless and nonsensical doubting thoughts, keeping up the FUD (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt) Factor.
All these shiftless males loitering around as vagrants or other n'er do wells, many in their hoodies, this morning when downtown, save the odd suit. Unless there is a new homeless wave, it was totally absurd to see so many Fuckwits, and improbable ones at that, the vagrants coming out of the bank building with the ATM machines. And of course the perps only let me in on the fact that I got a paycheck to cash, and I had the extra time to do it this morning before getting the bus, but somehow I "forgot", as in totally mindfucked.
Then in class when I got there, I got totally jerked around as the assholes sabotaged the most essential system command to start up the three database instances that are needed for the class. That put me 40 minutes behind when it magically cleared up by itself, not the first time this has "happened". But all wasn't lost as the class lab had some pitflalls that I was advised to avoid, and I got to keep up for the next 20 minutes of creating more disc space via the Linux file system. For once, I was allowed to be on top of it instead of sucking wind, the usual state I get stiffed with.
Other weird shit was a command that I had typed in one window, and went to another window to see the job going, and when it had finished I went to start the command, and it had mysteriously begun. This is the second time a "self initiating" command has erupted, where I do all the typing except for the final Enter, and then when I come back, someone did it for me.
Then at lunch, one of the classmates was headed to the cafe, following behind me. I get there, and it is closed, as it is reading break at the college. So... she caught up to me, and she mentions another area where one can get something to eat. She leads me there, and lo, if it isn't closed. She is Asian, and hasn't the best english, telling me about "snakes" when it was "snacks". (There is a snakes component to this harassment). I tell her about another part of the building where the class is, as it has vending machines. So along the way she talks about jobs and like concerns, and when about 2/3'rds there, the perps remind me of seeing her white pants, as she was walking behind me. It has been a very common Fuckwit stunt to arange their assholes in situations where I get to see their white pants, especially from the back, and they now manage my "reaction" to be totally jumpy over this clothing type and color. So to have a white panted person next to me as I was walking must of been the coup for the day. No matter to me this time, I wasn't freaked out, so it might of been a test, or maybe yet another iteration of their fucking games.
1915h
And what is with the eruption of guitar stalking these days? A guitar bearing troubador playing his guitar while crossing the street immediately ahead of me. Later that day, another guitar bearing Fuckwit coming from an apartment door after waiting for the one working elevator (of two). I had already some five minutes invested with the blonde woman who arrived at the same time as I did, and she told me one elevator was not working. So... after waiting with her, a fuzzy haired male Fuckwit emanates from an apartment with guitar in hand, no case even. I took the stairs and got out well before them. At least one guitar today, on someone's back.
And more beefy babes these days; at least four of them in front of me as part of a larger group of eight or so total, all women save for the hoodie male Fuckwit loping along in mid pack. And of course the tight and short skirts so to reveal huge thighs for whatever reason. The perps tell me that the relative scale of
beings and things at the time of traumatization is important to replicate in their traumatization emulations. As always, their excuses/rationale is suspect, but they have been very consistent in planting large pickup trucks around me, as well as oversized (over 6' 2") male Fuckwits. And another caveat is that the "traumatizations" are also putative, as I have no direct recollection of such, but only some three years of lost time where only a few smatterings of recollections were formed, aged two to five. I have some recollections of Montreal when aged 2 to 2.5, but also some strange events like going outside and finding there was no snow when I fully expected it as it had been there the (seeming) day before. No one in my family has ever mentioned that there was a second stay in Montreal,1958 to 1959, when my father graduated from McGill with a PhD in geology. I have absolutely no recollection of this latter stay, and only know this by "finding" a picture of me and my younger brother aged 15 months or so among the snow sculptures, an unmistakable Montreal feature of the time. And for those who follow Canada's and the CIA's trail of nonconsensual human experimentation, you will know that the infamous Dr.Ewen Cameron was practicing at McGill in the 1950's and he was from Scotland. And I do get Scottish accents placed around me and find them, or more like, am managed to "react", highly perturbing and annoying, wishing they would just shut up. And they do (usually)! Obviously a big mystery has yet to unfold, and explain all this insane madness over nonconsensual human experimentation (on me, and other TI's), and why in the fuck cannot the sickos come out of the closet?
Plenty of coordinated coughing in class today, and then there was a new stunt, coordinated knuckle cracking; first left side, then right side. Only three more weeks left, and I wonder what the perps will do to replace the classroom time since Jan. 21, 2010.
2110h
A short shopping trip to the local supermarket. I suppose there was normal levels of street types, but they went beserk with gangstalkers in the supermarket. Even having "just stand there" Fuckwit pretending to look busy, and avoiding my stare as I gave them the "are you nuts?" look. Plus they jerked me around to be more "reactive", jangling me to rise to the bait, especially the redcoats they installed. What is it that they have to install a redcoat in the very same location as last night? Tonight it was male, last night female. There was another redcoat blond female on roving duty, wearing a funny brown wool toque with a beak on it. These beaked toques were never seen here until the gangstalking started, so maybe it is an Eastern Canadian thing that the perps want to "share with me". They can go fuck themselves; I see enough weird head adornments and wierd hair styles in a day to last me a lifetime, so why do I need to see one more? Tonight, they planted a bald male skinhead Fuckwit at the crosswalk and then had him parallel me on the 60' to my apartment building. I figured this was what they did, but the assholes made me look at the Fuckwit again when I had no attention to see yet another Fuckwit, especially the skinheaded freaks.
2300h
I did some more Bookmarks updates, getting more specific links to all the wonderful artists and music on Slipcue.com. If there was a "Buy Them All" button on the site I would be surely tempted. For county & western, roots, folk, 1960's European music and other quaint genres, one can spend many hours on this site. Not for metalheads though.
Enough putzing, and I am calling this one done.
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03-07-2010 Update
A First Feral Family visitation later today and a stayover tonight (Sunday), so this is a brief tack-on update posting to save a short posting.
1200h
A ridiculous 9.5 hours sleep last night, and with vivid dreams, perturbing as well, and the assholes even waking me up for a "half time" break, only to continue the same dream theme. The perturbing content was the assholes playing the theme that my daughter died from a aircraft crashing into her residence. And one round of this abusive depravity wasn't enough; in an new move, the assholes awakened me to have me realize it was a dream, and an improbable event, and then put me back to sleep again to then play this same dream theme again. Another never-before, serial dream themes, on top of the detailed and technical dream content I never experienced before 2005 or so.
And they went beserk on rage-ifying me at least 30x before and during breakfast, gettting me primed for a First Feral Family visitation later I suspect. The biggest jerkaround was having me get the peanut butter readied and on the knife and there was no bread to place it onto. This is another never-before, being fucked into getting this task order "mixed up" when I have done it every morning for some six years. Tell me what neurological condition this could be and the full symptom set if there are any professional doubters out there.
They had the church bells ringing in continuous mode to cover me getting up at 0900h, and for the first minutes of getting up and then abruptly stop when filling the kettle for making coffee. They started the rage-ification games immediately following by having a brown cereal flake defy gravity and stay at the neck only to fly out unbidden by any applied action from me. The cereal bag was vertical and all the other cereal flakes were on the bottom, and yet this one "resistant" flake popped out onto the floor. I am not allowed to blow off this juvenile fuckery, as I surely would have because it happens so often, but instead, am enraged aka rage-ified by the assholes as my "reaction". And it got worse from there; faked touches, faked noises, cereal flakes doing gratuitious spins in the bowl, hemp seed defying gravity and hanging upside down on the spoon (non THC and obtainable at grocery stores here), and other like nonconventional minutiae perturbances that I am not allowed to recall at this moment.
1310h
Onto the weekly round of First Feral Family visitation and then the week long fall out, especially the following Monday, tomorrow.
An all day Saturday session of the Oracle DBA course today. I got the 0826h bus, and I couldn't believe the number of Fuckwits out on the street when most of the stores were closed. At least three hundred doing their strut, one in front of the other, like some kind of freakish and dystopic pilgrimage. I even got the fugly orange fleece jacket act tailing me onto the bus. Then there was the leather jacketed woman who stared at me as she was walking toward me as I was seated in two wide forward facing bench seat. Then she comes and sits in front of me with her Dummies book, and even reads some of it. About midway in the outbound bus trip one of the class members gets on board, and lo, if he doesn't "happen" to know this woman and starts chatting to her. Then the perps planted the notion I mis-identified her when she boarded the bus, and that she was the lone woman class member, her black hair adding to the planted confusion. And when it came time to get off the bus, the guy and her were totally slack in attending to signalling the driver and getting up from their seats. I ended up at the rear exit first, and the woman second, and she somehow gets in my way to pinch me off from using the path, and then gives me a stare again, and then backs off. She and the classmate guy tail me some distance to the classroom. The woman wasn't known to me upon a second look, which goes to show how far the perps will go in planting needless and nonsensical doubting thoughts, keeping up the FUD (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt) Factor.
All these shiftless males loitering around as vagrants or other n'er do wells, many in their hoodies, this morning when downtown, save the odd suit. Unless there is a new homeless wave, it was totally absurd to see so many Fuckwits, and improbable ones at that, the vagrants coming out of the bank building with the ATM machines. And of course the perps only let me in on the fact that I got a paycheck to cash, and I had the extra time to do it this morning before getting the bus, but somehow I "forgot", as in totally mindfucked.
Then in class when I got there, I got totally jerked around as the assholes sabotaged the most essential system command to start up the three database instances that are needed for the class. That put me 40 minutes behind when it magically cleared up by itself, not the first time this has "happened". But all wasn't lost as the class lab had some pitflalls that I was advised to avoid, and I got to keep up for the next 20 minutes of creating more disc space via the Linux file system. For once, I was allowed to be on top of it instead of sucking wind, the usual state I get stiffed with.
Other weird shit was a command that I had typed in one window, and went to another window to see the job going, and when it had finished I went to start the command, and it had mysteriously begun. This is the second time a "self initiating" command has erupted, where I do all the typing except for the final Enter, and then when I come back, someone did it for me.
Then at lunch, one of the classmates was headed to the cafe, following behind me. I get there, and it is closed, as it is reading break at the college. So... she caught up to me, and she mentions another area where one can get something to eat. She leads me there, and lo, if it isn't closed. She is Asian, and hasn't the best english, telling me about "snakes" when it was "snacks". (There is a snakes component to this harassment). I tell her about another part of the building where the class is, as it has vending machines. So along the way she talks about jobs and like concerns, and when about 2/3'rds there, the perps remind me of seeing her white pants, as she was walking behind me. It has been a very common Fuckwit stunt to arange their assholes in situations where I get to see their white pants, especially from the back, and they now manage my "reaction" to be totally jumpy over this clothing type and color. So to have a white panted person next to me as I was walking must of been the coup for the day. No matter to me this time, I wasn't freaked out, so it might of been a test, or maybe yet another iteration of their fucking games.
1915h
And what is with the eruption of guitar stalking these days? A guitar bearing troubador playing his guitar while crossing the street immediately ahead of me. Later that day, another guitar bearing Fuckwit coming from an apartment door after waiting for the one working elevator (of two). I had already some five minutes invested with the blonde woman who arrived at the same time as I did, and she told me one elevator was not working. So... after waiting with her, a fuzzy haired male Fuckwit emanates from an apartment with guitar in hand, no case even. I took the stairs and got out well before them. At least one guitar today, on someone's back.
And more beefy babes these days; at least four of them in front of me as part of a larger group of eight or so total, all women save for the hoodie male Fuckwit loping along in mid pack. And of course the tight and short skirts so to reveal huge thighs for whatever reason. The perps tell me that the relative scale of
beings and things at the time of traumatization is important to replicate in their traumatization emulations. As always, their excuses/rationale is suspect, but they have been very consistent in planting large pickup trucks around me, as well as oversized (over 6' 2") male Fuckwits. And another caveat is that the "traumatizations" are also putative, as I have no direct recollection of such, but only some three years of lost time where only a few smatterings of recollections were formed, aged two to five. I have some recollections of Montreal when aged 2 to 2.5, but also some strange events like going outside and finding there was no snow when I fully expected it as it had been there the (seeming) day before. No one in my family has ever mentioned that there was a second stay in Montreal,1958 to 1959, when my father graduated from McGill with a PhD in geology. I have absolutely no recollection of this latter stay, and only know this by "finding" a picture of me and my younger brother aged 15 months or so among the snow sculptures, an unmistakable Montreal feature of the time. And for those who follow Canada's and the CIA's trail of nonconsensual human experimentation, you will know that the infamous Dr.Ewen Cameron was practicing at McGill in the 1950's and he was from Scotland. And I do get Scottish accents placed around me and find them, or more like, am managed to "react", highly perturbing and annoying, wishing they would just shut up. And they do (usually)! Obviously a big mystery has yet to unfold, and explain all this insane madness over nonconsensual human experimentation (on me, and other TI's), and why in the fuck cannot the sickos come out of the closet?
Plenty of coordinated coughing in class today, and then there was a new stunt, coordinated knuckle cracking; first left side, then right side. Only three more weeks left, and I wonder what the perps will do to replace the classroom time since Jan. 21, 2010.
2110h
A short shopping trip to the local supermarket. I suppose there was normal levels of street types, but they went beserk with gangstalkers in the supermarket. Even having "just stand there" Fuckwit pretending to look busy, and avoiding my stare as I gave them the "are you nuts?" look. Plus they jerked me around to be more "reactive", jangling me to rise to the bait, especially the redcoats they installed. What is it that they have to install a redcoat in the very same location as last night? Tonight it was male, last night female. There was another redcoat blond female on roving duty, wearing a funny brown wool toque with a beak on it. These beaked toques were never seen here until the gangstalking started, so maybe it is an Eastern Canadian thing that the perps want to "share with me". They can go fuck themselves; I see enough weird head adornments and wierd hair styles in a day to last me a lifetime, so why do I need to see one more? Tonight, they planted a bald male skinhead Fuckwit at the crosswalk and then had him parallel me on the 60' to my apartment building. I figured this was what they did, but the assholes made me look at the Fuckwit again when I had no attention to see yet another Fuckwit, especially the skinheaded freaks.
2300h
I did some more Bookmarks updates, getting more specific links to all the wonderful artists and music on Slipcue.com. If there was a "Buy Them All" button on the site I would be surely tempted. For county & western, roots, folk, 1960's European music and other quaint genres, one can spend many hours on this site. Not for metalheads though.
Enough putzing, and I am calling this one done.
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03-07-2010 Update
A First Feral Family visitation later today and a stayover tonight (Sunday), so this is a brief tack-on update posting to save a short posting.
1200h
A ridiculous 9.5 hours sleep last night, and with vivid dreams, perturbing as well, and the assholes even waking me up for a "half time" break, only to continue the same dream theme. The perturbing content was the assholes playing the theme that my daughter died from a aircraft crashing into her residence. And one round of this abusive depravity wasn't enough; in an new move, the assholes awakened me to have me realize it was a dream, and an improbable event, and then put me back to sleep again to then play this same dream theme again. Another never-before, serial dream themes, on top of the detailed and technical dream content I never experienced before 2005 or so.
And they went beserk on rage-ifying me at least 30x before and during breakfast, gettting me primed for a First Feral Family visitation later I suspect. The biggest jerkaround was having me get the peanut butter readied and on the knife and there was no bread to place it onto. This is another never-before, being fucked into getting this task order "mixed up" when I have done it every morning for some six years. Tell me what neurological condition this could be and the full symptom set if there are any professional doubters out there.
They had the church bells ringing in continuous mode to cover me getting up at 0900h, and for the first minutes of getting up and then abruptly stop when filling the kettle for making coffee. They started the rage-ification games immediately following by having a brown cereal flake defy gravity and stay at the neck only to fly out unbidden by any applied action from me. The cereal bag was vertical and all the other cereal flakes were on the bottom, and yet this one "resistant" flake popped out onto the floor. I am not allowed to blow off this juvenile fuckery, as I surely would have because it happens so often, but instead, am enraged aka rage-ified by the assholes as my "reaction". And it got worse from there; faked touches, faked noises, cereal flakes doing gratuitious spins in the bowl, hemp seed defying gravity and hanging upside down on the spoon (non THC and obtainable at grocery stores here), and other like nonconventional minutiae perturbances that I am not allowed to recall at this moment.
1310h
Onto the weekly round of First Feral Family visitation and then the week long fall out, especially the following Monday, tomorrow.
Friday, July 04, 2008
Out And About + minor updates 07-05-2008
1915h
I had a busy day attending to my parent's place and "baby sitting" my father with the dementia act. Gardening work there equals digging up plastics of many vintages. Poly plastics hanging out of the ground, styrenes as the plant tag, vinyl buckets that are breaking up and a few more that I cannot categorize. These were mixed in the compost I turned over, and then with the three garbage bags (plastic, note) of pine cones that have dropped in the past week. And my father made sure to flick the plastic bags, grab it at the same time I did, wander through the accumulated pile I had ready for the garbage, and other stunts that had all the markings of being perp directed. As regular readers will know, plastic pollutants of varying kinds give the perps problems in attempting to remotely detect one's bioenergetic fields. They tell me that the plastics don't behave in a predictable way when in a magnetic field as I seem to be, and have differing properties at the quantum level. Hence this treasure trove of buried plastics of varying colors, vintages and types at my parent's place. The perps have me cranked up about them when seen, and collecting them to put away. As there were several buckets of pine cones there beforehand, I can only assume this was another test, as the pine cones seem to be used as some kind of reference marker. For two weeks or so, the perps had pine cones arranged on a stroller that was kept in the hallway near my door. One cannot be pine coned enough it seems.
And continuing the brown color theme today, I later saw my doctor, and East Indian, and had a reasonable chat with him. It was most curious that the perp lugs hauled a 4'x4' exposed side of brown cardboard past his office windows while I was there, keeping up the brown color referencing it would seem. It was a fat woman special today in the waiting room. One lined up behind the other with intervening glass, and at least two more were in place with at least another two doing the back and forth act. A single Caucasian male in a brown shirt filled out the waiting room show, always a freak show it seems. The doctor wants to see me in three weeks which is very odd, as he started with eight week intervals between visits, a reverse situation as to how most doctors would arrange visits by the same patient.
At one point in the conversation with the doctor I asked him if he would notice an anomaly of six red vehicles clustered around him at a stop light, and he said he wouldn't notice. That is the standard test I ask professionals just to make sure my anomalous observation is equivalent to their own. It was in mid-2006 when the perps were able to dynamically dither my sense of detection of public irregularities, and now they can mess with this faculty anytime they want.
The perps then planted the notion this short three week duration meant a cessation of hostilities, but I have been there so many times before, all to no avail, so it isn't worth contemplating if I have a choice in rejecting that belief, which I don't. They could have me imagining endless scenarios based on that faux premise, and they would all be wrong. And that seems to be the perp's need; have me believe in something totally false. I don't know what they get from that, but it is so fucking tiresome to have one's thoughts manipulated for another uninvited party's criminal benefit.
I told the doctor "my" theory of the reason so much of the harassment centers around the Favored and the Unfavored, and that it might relate to subconsciously recalled traumatizations incurred between ages 3 to 5 where I have no conscious recall whatsoever. I have very clear recollection of when I was aged 2 to 3. I also told him about the Indian Lake Project and the photos of young children stuffed into cages with others of varying race and physical inabilities (e.g. blindness). What I find so amazing in hindsight, is that he never digs any deeper on these amazing stories (all true) that I tell him, and nor does he express interest in following up on the details from varying sources. Of course I should not really be suprised, as he is doing the same thing that all his predecessors did; don't want to know, not interested in supporting detail, and aren't interested in updating my world view (because we already know?). That level of incuriousity is astounding (to me) at face value, but makes perfect sense in the larger model of being in orchestrated circumstances. (It is my belief that the Indian Lake Project is one of the most important finds that decidedly proves 1950's military involvement with testing young children under duress. And no one is interested? Donate to get the movie film restored, acting as an agitator here).
Another arrangement I noted at the doctor 's appointment was that he was rubbing his eyelids with his glasses in place, one eyelid at a time. I have long had the impression that there are very strong IR (and other) energy fields coming off one's eyes, hence this bullshit of them (supposed friends, family, shills and operatives) looking away all the time, the ridiculous degree of wearing sunglasses, and other eye contact avoidant measures. So it might have been that the doctor was doing some one brown eyelid/eye energetics variations by placing his finger over his eye. Based on that selective testing, this harassment seems like a long term project to me.
I did another tour on the city bus freak show, and for once, the perps backed off on the number of passengers, getting within 50% of a normal outbound (from downtown) load to the suburbs. Not that I was "freak free"; I got my red shirted male within 5' of me in both directions. And for all you doubters, tell me this; how could it possibly be coincidence that the males around me on the bus on four successive trips (over two bus travel days) are wearing red shirts? Outbound and inbound; if I sit far away from a red shirt when I board the bus, another comes on board. And to nail down the arguement, there was no common affiliative event that would "cause" males (or anyone) to break out in red shirts on the bus and on the street as ambulatory gangstalkers.
I also got plenty of plasma augmentation games today; on the bus I got a bright green spot from the front of the bus for over five seconds, and it even followed in my gaze when I attempted to divert it. While at my parent's place working in their backyard, I got the plasma beams emulating the 15' of hose length; the light green hose was on the ground, and I got a projection of the same shaped hose in green plasma form, displaced from the hose by two feet. And again for the extension cord idiot show at my parent's place (three to get to the back fence). The perps put on some green, and later some red plasma projections of the electrical cord similar to the hose; the plasma exposures were about two feet displaced and in the air, and ran the length of the extension cord I could see in a single view.
Another angle of harassment that has increased is the perps arranging me to read the newspapers without my eyeglasses prescription being filled, and hence, to raise my glasses to my forehead while reading the fine print. And one can be sure that these "special harassment moments" are arranged to have extra coincidence noises, crockery or glassware slamming, itches that "need" to be scratched and a host of other remotely directed adversity. And I wasn't too surprised to also see my doctor reaching behind his glasses and rubbing his eyes. It seems to be an important factor in the harassment fuckery, though it seems that the perps prefer me to wear plastic lens glasses and not ones of glass. (Another countermeasure suggestion).
Time for some more diversions, though I suspect the just-started rumbling noise from above suggests that the perps get more out of this than I do.
Taken 06-25-2008, 1753h. And parked illegally twice over; during the no parking period of 1600 to 1800h on weekdays, and then taking up two stalls. But never mind that when we own the city, but instead, look at how we managed to get the red trim on the boat to line up with the same red colored curb to denote the bus zone. Very clever, and depraved as well.
And one beam wasn't enough to beam into your apartment, so we put on two plasma beams "reflecting" off the opposite tower, both unerringly aimed at you, bringing extra lighting before dusk onset.
Taken 06-25-2008, 1753h. This is the view from my balcony, this monolithic tower (in this town) of some 17 stories to demonstrate how these plasma beams are arranged; anywhere we want, in any color. If you zoom into the lower left of the picture you will see near identical colored parked vehicles as in yesterday's posting; silver-greys, white vans and black colored vehicles on the right (S.) side, and at least two red vehicles parked on the left side of the street in deep shade. Again, if you zoom in, and look at the lower right side, you will see the red trimmed inflatable boat (as shown above), augmented with two "stand there" gangstalkers in matching red clothing!
07-05-2008, 1125h
I got screwed out of posting this last night, so here it is without much editing of the inevitable typos and other imposed grammatical and syntactical "mistakes".
I had a busy day attending to my parent's place and "baby sitting" my father with the dementia act. Gardening work there equals digging up plastics of many vintages. Poly plastics hanging out of the ground, styrenes as the plant tag, vinyl buckets that are breaking up and a few more that I cannot categorize. These were mixed in the compost I turned over, and then with the three garbage bags (plastic, note) of pine cones that have dropped in the past week. And my father made sure to flick the plastic bags, grab it at the same time I did, wander through the accumulated pile I had ready for the garbage, and other stunts that had all the markings of being perp directed. As regular readers will know, plastic pollutants of varying kinds give the perps problems in attempting to remotely detect one's bioenergetic fields. They tell me that the plastics don't behave in a predictable way when in a magnetic field as I seem to be, and have differing properties at the quantum level. Hence this treasure trove of buried plastics of varying colors, vintages and types at my parent's place. The perps have me cranked up about them when seen, and collecting them to put away. As there were several buckets of pine cones there beforehand, I can only assume this was another test, as the pine cones seem to be used as some kind of reference marker. For two weeks or so, the perps had pine cones arranged on a stroller that was kept in the hallway near my door. One cannot be pine coned enough it seems.
And continuing the brown color theme today, I later saw my doctor, and East Indian, and had a reasonable chat with him. It was most curious that the perp lugs hauled a 4'x4' exposed side of brown cardboard past his office windows while I was there, keeping up the brown color referencing it would seem. It was a fat woman special today in the waiting room. One lined up behind the other with intervening glass, and at least two more were in place with at least another two doing the back and forth act. A single Caucasian male in a brown shirt filled out the waiting room show, always a freak show it seems. The doctor wants to see me in three weeks which is very odd, as he started with eight week intervals between visits, a reverse situation as to how most doctors would arrange visits by the same patient.
At one point in the conversation with the doctor I asked him if he would notice an anomaly of six red vehicles clustered around him at a stop light, and he said he wouldn't notice. That is the standard test I ask professionals just to make sure my anomalous observation is equivalent to their own. It was in mid-2006 when the perps were able to dynamically dither my sense of detection of public irregularities, and now they can mess with this faculty anytime they want.
The perps then planted the notion this short three week duration meant a cessation of hostilities, but I have been there so many times before, all to no avail, so it isn't worth contemplating if I have a choice in rejecting that belief, which I don't. They could have me imagining endless scenarios based on that faux premise, and they would all be wrong. And that seems to be the perp's need; have me believe in something totally false. I don't know what they get from that, but it is so fucking tiresome to have one's thoughts manipulated for another uninvited party's criminal benefit.
I told the doctor "my" theory of the reason so much of the harassment centers around the Favored and the Unfavored, and that it might relate to subconsciously recalled traumatizations incurred between ages 3 to 5 where I have no conscious recall whatsoever. I have very clear recollection of when I was aged 2 to 3. I also told him about the Indian Lake Project and the photos of young children stuffed into cages with others of varying race and physical inabilities (e.g. blindness). What I find so amazing in hindsight, is that he never digs any deeper on these amazing stories (all true) that I tell him, and nor does he express interest in following up on the details from varying sources. Of course I should not really be suprised, as he is doing the same thing that all his predecessors did; don't want to know, not interested in supporting detail, and aren't interested in updating my world view (because we already know?). That level of incuriousity is astounding (to me) at face value, but makes perfect sense in the larger model of being in orchestrated circumstances. (It is my belief that the Indian Lake Project is one of the most important finds that decidedly proves 1950's military involvement with testing young children under duress. And no one is interested? Donate to get the movie film restored, acting as an agitator here).
Another arrangement I noted at the doctor 's appointment was that he was rubbing his eyelids with his glasses in place, one eyelid at a time. I have long had the impression that there are very strong IR (and other) energy fields coming off one's eyes, hence this bullshit of them (supposed friends, family, shills and operatives) looking away all the time, the ridiculous degree of wearing sunglasses, and other eye contact avoidant measures. So it might have been that the doctor was doing some one brown eyelid/eye energetics variations by placing his finger over his eye. Based on that selective testing, this harassment seems like a long term project to me.
I did another tour on the city bus freak show, and for once, the perps backed off on the number of passengers, getting within 50% of a normal outbound (from downtown) load to the suburbs. Not that I was "freak free"; I got my red shirted male within 5' of me in both directions. And for all you doubters, tell me this; how could it possibly be coincidence that the males around me on the bus on four successive trips (over two bus travel days) are wearing red shirts? Outbound and inbound; if I sit far away from a red shirt when I board the bus, another comes on board. And to nail down the arguement, there was no common affiliative event that would "cause" males (or anyone) to break out in red shirts on the bus and on the street as ambulatory gangstalkers.
I also got plenty of plasma augmentation games today; on the bus I got a bright green spot from the front of the bus for over five seconds, and it even followed in my gaze when I attempted to divert it. While at my parent's place working in their backyard, I got the plasma beams emulating the 15' of hose length; the light green hose was on the ground, and I got a projection of the same shaped hose in green plasma form, displaced from the hose by two feet. And again for the extension cord idiot show at my parent's place (three to get to the back fence). The perps put on some green, and later some red plasma projections of the electrical cord similar to the hose; the plasma exposures were about two feet displaced and in the air, and ran the length of the extension cord I could see in a single view.
Another angle of harassment that has increased is the perps arranging me to read the newspapers without my eyeglasses prescription being filled, and hence, to raise my glasses to my forehead while reading the fine print. And one can be sure that these "special harassment moments" are arranged to have extra coincidence noises, crockery or glassware slamming, itches that "need" to be scratched and a host of other remotely directed adversity. And I wasn't too surprised to also see my doctor reaching behind his glasses and rubbing his eyes. It seems to be an important factor in the harassment fuckery, though it seems that the perps prefer me to wear plastic lens glasses and not ones of glass. (Another countermeasure suggestion).
Time for some more diversions, though I suspect the just-started rumbling noise from above suggests that the perps get more out of this than I do.
Taken 06-25-2008, 1753h. And parked illegally twice over; during the no parking period of 1600 to 1800h on weekdays, and then taking up two stalls. But never mind that when we own the city, but instead, look at how we managed to get the red trim on the boat to line up with the same red colored curb to denote the bus zone. Very clever, and depraved as well.
And one beam wasn't enough to beam into your apartment, so we put on two plasma beams "reflecting" off the opposite tower, both unerringly aimed at you, bringing extra lighting before dusk onset.
Taken 06-25-2008, 1753h. This is the view from my balcony, this monolithic tower (in this town) of some 17 stories to demonstrate how these plasma beams are arranged; anywhere we want, in any color. If you zoom into the lower left of the picture you will see near identical colored parked vehicles as in yesterday's posting; silver-greys, white vans and black colored vehicles on the right (S.) side, and at least two red vehicles parked on the left side of the street in deep shade. Again, if you zoom in, and look at the lower right side, you will see the red trimmed inflatable boat (as shown above), augmented with two "stand there" gangstalkers in matching red clothing!
07-05-2008, 1125h
I got screwed out of posting this last night, so here it is without much editing of the inevitable typos and other imposed grammatical and syntactical "mistakes".
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Back to Wall Pounding
1100h
As this is laundry day, an activity of considerable interest the perps, they have upped the ante of noise without ostensible cause, and started up wall or overhead floor pounding of concrete, which no doubt includes sending vibrations all about me as I read the online news. No tradesman was around as the putative source.
Another event that they restarted is elevator rushing; coming at me, or standing in the way, when I want to exit. This stunt has been playing for over three years, anytime I am in a building with this feature. It is plain fucking bizarre, everyone engages in the same behavior as if a switch was pulled.
1350h
The noise of 2 cycle motorcycles is playing big this morning; even before 0900h when the typical chopped Harley Davidson owner is not yet awake. And for the record, there isn't a biker's bar within 10 miles in this gentrified city.
And this very noise erupted when dealing with a perp stunt of planting some chicken meat on my fingers after cutting it up for lunch, and the meat kept hopping from finger to finger, one hand to the other, and of course the perps got me rage-ified while all that was happening. Similarly with the tortillas; the juvenility of old has come back in the form of sticking them together in the package and having them rip holes in the adjacent tortilla. The perps had been playing this stunt every day for some months in 2005 and early 2006, then they stopped. Now, this vexacious annoyance has been unleashed upon me again.
The typo sabotage continues, and is also highly vexing as I attempt to journal as this is written. And the usual profusion of masers and plasma beams has not abated any. The perps are now getting bold enough to fire a toroidal pulse of a whitish cast toward me from the LCD panel at the moment I bookmark a web page. This continuing game of harassment over every thing I do is relentless as it is fucking sick and depraved.
The perps jerked me for a 10 hour sleep again last night, when I only need eight at the most. As far as I know, there were no awakenings or imposed dreams, though there was some testing of my recall that I won't get into.
The noisescape has also been amplified; putting down a mug or item on the kitchen counter or cupboard shelf gets me at least twice the noise of a few weeks ago, even for a second longer than my hand is on the object, and being pulled back. Go figure.
The laundry, a continuing battleground for the perps and their stunts was also invaded with juvenility. Another washing machine leak, though thankfully of minimal proportions, and I got the in hallway stalker act who wasn't inclined to let me pass by. More of the appalling "instant ignorance" of not observing social rules, something that is breaking out everywhere around me. There is a medical term for someone who lacks understanding of social mores, including interpersonal distance, and after getting jerked around in finding a medical dictionary on the web, I will give this one a pass.
Now street hollaring has stared up as the supply of voice noise from my left, as hallway sourced noise will serve from my right side.
2015h
I got ready at 1500h and here I am back 5 hours later, without too many complaints as to the gangstalking and other perp action around me. It was the awards ceremony at my daughter's highschool, grade 11. She got an mathematics award as an achiever this year, which is a substantial departure from where she was at two years ago, as the irradiations render one with impaired cortical growth, and that means conceptualization and abstraction skills. Perhaps the perps are adding back neural capability they once inadvertently plundered.
And when heading out in the elevator, I got my glass bottle bashing noise and vibration treatment. Two operatives were in the elevator with large quantities of glass bottles, and bashing and jiggling them while the elevator descended. These two went out the door ahead of me, and another operative suddenly arrived to enter just after I exited. Three of the assholes were on me when I am just getting out the door, one of the biggest Fuckover locations going, doors and entrances to buildings, and even rooms.
I was at this same venue two weeks ago for my daughter's dance, and it seemed to be another game of locking onto my vision and plying the house with plasma and maser flashes. And given the nature of the event, there were plenty of high achieving students around me who were getting up and down to make multiple trips to the stage for awards.
Then my mother led the threesome around me in raising the program up to above head level and engaging in a "concentrated" look at this white paper with the program in black ink. Then she leaned the program toward me, almost in my face for her to read it, doing the "pretend to find the availible light" trick. I am getting mind-controlled to be intensely pissed over the new and flagrant incursions on my personal space that are going on, all because the perps lack the gumption to fess up about their non-consensual human experimentation some sick assholes (Feral parents) signed me up for in some kind of demented state. Yesterday's half hour of some "vistor" standing over while performing yoga is another case in point. I hate being followed, gangstalked, accosted and corralled by all these coordinated assholes action in unison. If there is any justice, it will be meted out with a baseball bat to every gangstalking fucker that has pissed me off, the data availible from the perps who know me better than I do, and store all this information. Hence the "improved" recall of late.
Then the kid in front of me got "too hot" and began fanning himself with his program, and with some added lighting tricks, it almost attained stroboscopic annoyance levels as he fanned his face and passed the program past his head, and then back again, where I saw more white reflectance from th printed program than it should of been. The senseless fanning activity was also noted in last week's June 22 Holy Cole concert.
When seated at the awards ceremony, I had a blonde woman in front of me and to the right, and a brunette woman directly in front. They nattered back and forth, appearing to be doting parents, though it wasn't exactly clear who their children were. The blonde woman was ahead of me in getting out, was placed 8' outside the main building doors while I was heading for the exit, and then came toward me and passing closely by on my right (aka gangstalking me) as I crossed the doorway threshold. Who that was I don't know, but it could of been the consistent mystery woman if one allows the morph-over concept to be applied.
Elsewhere in the show and after plenty of exposure to the red clothing in the audience and the award winners, the far doors were opened up, and lo, if a janitor didn't cruise by with a large plastic red bin 40' away. Earlier, a young woman 4 seats over in a carmine red was pulled for 20 minutes or so, possibly to settle down my red reactions and aid the perps in determining where all my neural respsonses to red were coming from.
And of course I saw plenty of red clothing on stage for the awards, never mind uglier colors like brown and orange. I got the sense the entire show had been rehearsed by everyone but me, and I can only assume the color of the clothing was also chosen well in advance as well. All the seats were red colored, and just like last week's show, there was an empty row of red seats when there was an overflow crowd. Go figure.
And the same once co-worker who I saw two weeks ago at the dance show at the same venue was also there, as his kid is the same age as my daughter, and he was there to give a (gangstalking) hello, as we were in a crush and there was not opportunity for other conversation, just like last time. Assuming of course, he wanted to engage in talk as he knows I know that the harassment and scripted mind-fuck life goes back to our college and working days. The harassment is the elephant in the road that no one talks about, and refrains from even making a passing reference unless I have been muted in advance. (As in mind controlled "not to know", or "not bothering" to respond to in the true contex, pretending the harassment and everyone's involvement isn't happening).
While at the awards presentation the perps pulled countless emo-trashings, where they create an overwrought emotional reaction to the stories of accomplishments. Why can't they let be stay "faded out", the way they managed me for over 50 years? And if these planted "emotional" reactions weren't enough, the perps then began dithering my vision and pissing with what I was allowed to see at the very same moment, as if blinded by tears (which did not happen). And on top of those vision impairment moments, they added coughings from elsewhere in the audience, the telltale short coughs that erupt all around me when in public.
Then onto dinner out with the ex and our daughter, as the latter was starving before the awards show, and had to wait it out for 2.5 hours longer until it was over. Or at least, this was the setup, as time without fail, she gets into a snit about something when we first meet, and spends the rest of the contact time recovering from that, time without fail. So I have no idea if this regular stunt is for real or not, but it is always consistent.
While at dinner, we got served by a young and gracious blonde woman, and on the other side of the booth, she was consorting with two other young blonde women waitresses. Eventually these were replaced with a young male in all black, and a young brunette girl, also dressed in the same color. It is as if some kind of auric goodness is given off by the blondes, and then other (unfavored demographic) parties are permitted to then enter my gaze by having shared it.
And true enough, a huge 300+ lb dude came in and was set up in my view, and then a geriatric on the opposite side of the customer seating I could see from my seated location. I cannot count how many times my gaze was directed to look at these apparitions of the unfavored demographic groups the perps take great pains to plant in my proximity, but it was more than enough.
I also had a ride in my ex's new (to her) 1995 BMW 325i convertible, and what a nice car it is. Plenty of pep, and all the comforts of leather seats and all the controls one could want. As the vehicle was white with a black interior, the perps were all over me with white and black vehicles, and then introducing red vehicles, sometimes 18 passing or stationary at an intersection. There were strings of white and silver grey combinations, sometime 8 or more from this combined color group that has about the same greyscale tone. And the S. side of the restaurant had exclusively 8 silver grey, white or mid-grey vehicles parked, that being the only color of vehicles for two parked rows on this side.
There were three abreast similar blue colored vehicles placed around us in traffic, and I gave up counting of the clusters of red, white, silver grey and black colored vehicles that were arranged. It was likely one of the biggest vehicular gangstalkings going, as this was a first time trip for me in this vehicle. As the ex's new vehicle was a convertible, this added extra impetus to ambulatorily gangstalk me from the curb and sidewalk.
That is enough news to call this a posting; I am getting more vision impairments and whitish plasma emanations coming at me to continue for any longer.
As this is laundry day, an activity of considerable interest the perps, they have upped the ante of noise without ostensible cause, and started up wall or overhead floor pounding of concrete, which no doubt includes sending vibrations all about me as I read the online news. No tradesman was around as the putative source.
Another event that they restarted is elevator rushing; coming at me, or standing in the way, when I want to exit. This stunt has been playing for over three years, anytime I am in a building with this feature. It is plain fucking bizarre, everyone engages in the same behavior as if a switch was pulled.
1350h
The noise of 2 cycle motorcycles is playing big this morning; even before 0900h when the typical chopped Harley Davidson owner is not yet awake. And for the record, there isn't a biker's bar within 10 miles in this gentrified city.
And this very noise erupted when dealing with a perp stunt of planting some chicken meat on my fingers after cutting it up for lunch, and the meat kept hopping from finger to finger, one hand to the other, and of course the perps got me rage-ified while all that was happening. Similarly with the tortillas; the juvenility of old has come back in the form of sticking them together in the package and having them rip holes in the adjacent tortilla. The perps had been playing this stunt every day for some months in 2005 and early 2006, then they stopped. Now, this vexacious annoyance has been unleashed upon me again.
The typo sabotage continues, and is also highly vexing as I attempt to journal as this is written. And the usual profusion of masers and plasma beams has not abated any. The perps are now getting bold enough to fire a toroidal pulse of a whitish cast toward me from the LCD panel at the moment I bookmark a web page. This continuing game of harassment over every thing I do is relentless as it is fucking sick and depraved.
The perps jerked me for a 10 hour sleep again last night, when I only need eight at the most. As far as I know, there were no awakenings or imposed dreams, though there was some testing of my recall that I won't get into.
The noisescape has also been amplified; putting down a mug or item on the kitchen counter or cupboard shelf gets me at least twice the noise of a few weeks ago, even for a second longer than my hand is on the object, and being pulled back. Go figure.
The laundry, a continuing battleground for the perps and their stunts was also invaded with juvenility. Another washing machine leak, though thankfully of minimal proportions, and I got the in hallway stalker act who wasn't inclined to let me pass by. More of the appalling "instant ignorance" of not observing social rules, something that is breaking out everywhere around me. There is a medical term for someone who lacks understanding of social mores, including interpersonal distance, and after getting jerked around in finding a medical dictionary on the web, I will give this one a pass.
Now street hollaring has stared up as the supply of voice noise from my left, as hallway sourced noise will serve from my right side.
2015h
I got ready at 1500h and here I am back 5 hours later, without too many complaints as to the gangstalking and other perp action around me. It was the awards ceremony at my daughter's highschool, grade 11. She got an mathematics award as an achiever this year, which is a substantial departure from where she was at two years ago, as the irradiations render one with impaired cortical growth, and that means conceptualization and abstraction skills. Perhaps the perps are adding back neural capability they once inadvertently plundered.
And when heading out in the elevator, I got my glass bottle bashing noise and vibration treatment. Two operatives were in the elevator with large quantities of glass bottles, and bashing and jiggling them while the elevator descended. These two went out the door ahead of me, and another operative suddenly arrived to enter just after I exited. Three of the assholes were on me when I am just getting out the door, one of the biggest Fuckover locations going, doors and entrances to buildings, and even rooms.
I was at this same venue two weeks ago for my daughter's dance, and it seemed to be another game of locking onto my vision and plying the house with plasma and maser flashes. And given the nature of the event, there were plenty of high achieving students around me who were getting up and down to make multiple trips to the stage for awards.
Then my mother led the threesome around me in raising the program up to above head level and engaging in a "concentrated" look at this white paper with the program in black ink. Then she leaned the program toward me, almost in my face for her to read it, doing the "pretend to find the availible light" trick. I am getting mind-controlled to be intensely pissed over the new and flagrant incursions on my personal space that are going on, all because the perps lack the gumption to fess up about their non-consensual human experimentation some sick assholes (Feral parents) signed me up for in some kind of demented state. Yesterday's half hour of some "vistor" standing over while performing yoga is another case in point. I hate being followed, gangstalked, accosted and corralled by all these coordinated assholes action in unison. If there is any justice, it will be meted out with a baseball bat to every gangstalking fucker that has pissed me off, the data availible from the perps who know me better than I do, and store all this information. Hence the "improved" recall of late.
Then the kid in front of me got "too hot" and began fanning himself with his program, and with some added lighting tricks, it almost attained stroboscopic annoyance levels as he fanned his face and passed the program past his head, and then back again, where I saw more white reflectance from th printed program than it should of been. The senseless fanning activity was also noted in last week's June 22 Holy Cole concert.
When seated at the awards ceremony, I had a blonde woman in front of me and to the right, and a brunette woman directly in front. They nattered back and forth, appearing to be doting parents, though it wasn't exactly clear who their children were. The blonde woman was ahead of me in getting out, was placed 8' outside the main building doors while I was heading for the exit, and then came toward me and passing closely by on my right (aka gangstalking me) as I crossed the doorway threshold. Who that was I don't know, but it could of been the consistent mystery woman if one allows the morph-over concept to be applied.
Elsewhere in the show and after plenty of exposure to the red clothing in the audience and the award winners, the far doors were opened up, and lo, if a janitor didn't cruise by with a large plastic red bin 40' away. Earlier, a young woman 4 seats over in a carmine red was pulled for 20 minutes or so, possibly to settle down my red reactions and aid the perps in determining where all my neural respsonses to red were coming from.
And of course I saw plenty of red clothing on stage for the awards, never mind uglier colors like brown and orange. I got the sense the entire show had been rehearsed by everyone but me, and I can only assume the color of the clothing was also chosen well in advance as well. All the seats were red colored, and just like last week's show, there was an empty row of red seats when there was an overflow crowd. Go figure.
And the same once co-worker who I saw two weeks ago at the dance show at the same venue was also there, as his kid is the same age as my daughter, and he was there to give a (gangstalking) hello, as we were in a crush and there was not opportunity for other conversation, just like last time. Assuming of course, he wanted to engage in talk as he knows I know that the harassment and scripted mind-fuck life goes back to our college and working days. The harassment is the elephant in the road that no one talks about, and refrains from even making a passing reference unless I have been muted in advance. (As in mind controlled "not to know", or "not bothering" to respond to in the true contex, pretending the harassment and everyone's involvement isn't happening).
While at the awards presentation the perps pulled countless emo-trashings, where they create an overwrought emotional reaction to the stories of accomplishments. Why can't they let be stay "faded out", the way they managed me for over 50 years? And if these planted "emotional" reactions weren't enough, the perps then began dithering my vision and pissing with what I was allowed to see at the very same moment, as if blinded by tears (which did not happen). And on top of those vision impairment moments, they added coughings from elsewhere in the audience, the telltale short coughs that erupt all around me when in public.
Then onto dinner out with the ex and our daughter, as the latter was starving before the awards show, and had to wait it out for 2.5 hours longer until it was over. Or at least, this was the setup, as time without fail, she gets into a snit about something when we first meet, and spends the rest of the contact time recovering from that, time without fail. So I have no idea if this regular stunt is for real or not, but it is always consistent.
While at dinner, we got served by a young and gracious blonde woman, and on the other side of the booth, she was consorting with two other young blonde women waitresses. Eventually these were replaced with a young male in all black, and a young brunette girl, also dressed in the same color. It is as if some kind of auric goodness is given off by the blondes, and then other (unfavored demographic) parties are permitted to then enter my gaze by having shared it.
And true enough, a huge 300+ lb dude came in and was set up in my view, and then a geriatric on the opposite side of the customer seating I could see from my seated location. I cannot count how many times my gaze was directed to look at these apparitions of the unfavored demographic groups the perps take great pains to plant in my proximity, but it was more than enough.
I also had a ride in my ex's new (to her) 1995 BMW 325i convertible, and what a nice car it is. Plenty of pep, and all the comforts of leather seats and all the controls one could want. As the vehicle was white with a black interior, the perps were all over me with white and black vehicles, and then introducing red vehicles, sometimes 18 passing or stationary at an intersection. There were strings of white and silver grey combinations, sometime 8 or more from this combined color group that has about the same greyscale tone. And the S. side of the restaurant had exclusively 8 silver grey, white or mid-grey vehicles parked, that being the only color of vehicles for two parked rows on this side.
There were three abreast similar blue colored vehicles placed around us in traffic, and I gave up counting of the clusters of red, white, silver grey and black colored vehicles that were arranged. It was likely one of the biggest vehicular gangstalkings going, as this was a first time trip for me in this vehicle. As the ex's new vehicle was a convertible, this added extra impetus to ambulatorily gangstalk me from the curb and sidewalk.
That is enough news to call this a posting; I am getting more vision impairments and whitish plasma emanations coming at me to continue for any longer.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Another Online Schlepping Day
1020h
Translated, the post's title refers to the fact that I had the ambition to walk some three blocks into downtown and do some banking and then pick up more omega 3 supplements, as these had an "accelerated" depletion rate by unconventional means. Then the ambition notions rapidly attenuated, and here I am putzing on the web all morning, my usual default "habit".
And it seems that the perps want to repeat last month's temporal offset medication and supplement timing acquisition and use. The medications were procured a week before "I" (in the collective mind controlled sense) was energized to get the supplements and start using them. Hence, the supplements, a month's supply, should have lasted an extra week longer, but mysteriously didn't. There have been past anomalous depletions of my essential fatty acids supply, even in pre-overt harassment days before 04-2002.
As I predicted, the perps kept me tossing and turning for over an hour last night before allowing me to go to sleep. I had an uncontrolled thought come to mind as I was reviewing the day's activities, and realized that yesterday my mother asked about furniture of mine that she has never seen or would even know about. These are two indoor canvas chairs with chrome frames that my brother disposed of, though he never mentioned where, in early 2005. I was moving into a smaller apartment and had no room for them. I owned these chairs first when I was in Seattle in 2001, and so only I would know about them, as family "interaction" (as managed by mind-control and scripts), doesn't get to the level of even mentioning furniture in any detailed way, and nor have my parents ever visited any of my five apartments in town.
When I had that realization, if indeed it was mine, while tossing and turning, the noisescape was turned up for the next five minutes or so; more overhead pounding, more heavy duty vehicle noise from outside (at 2300h to 2400h), more brake squealing, a procession of vehicles with perforated mufflers, buzzy Vespas noise, the tenth siren occurence of yesterday, street hollaring and a few other augmentations that I cannot recall.
Another nightime game was to wake me up and look at the grainy picture show on the ceiling, and this time it was dynamic, with a vibrational grainy appearance that was active, unlike the static looks of the past. And for the first time in observing this "regular" anomalous phenonmenon, I was permitted to not only see this grainy pulsation of the light, but also treated to watching it slow down and dissapate to then appear static. Looking at the ceiling never has been so interesting until the perps arrived to let me know they were managing my life, and it wasn't out of any appreciation of the fact that they had already been doing since birth without anyone telling me.
1740h
I am back from the yoga and the strength training workouts, at differing locations. It is quite clear that the perps are loading more gangstalkers around me, and aren't looking to their usual pretense. One dude comes in 15 minutes late into yoga and then plants himself beside me, and then shows off his skin tone brown socks. I moved over. Then, an elderly woman arrives 30 minutes late and stands 2' away, behind me the entire time. What person on their 70's can, or would, stand for 30 minutes when a chair is beside them? I was fucking pissed at this, and wondered who in the fuck would be that sick. And very likely I know the asshole and this person was attempting to put on the staring act, and this was their morph-over form. Probably my mother, as her disappearances are getting suspicious. And I wouldn't be surprised if the 15 minutes late act with the disgusting socks wasn't my out-of-town brother who has been on many gangstalkings of late, even down to the changing hair color, same person. Meaning, the perps were purposely blowing his cover while morphed in that same body and face set.
We all had a blue mats at yoga, seven participants and six variants of blue, the only duplicate identical blue was mine, as a big hefty dude putting on the cretin act in all navy blue came for the first time, and did stand-around duty until the elderly woman came to gangstalk right over me. There is no question this yoga class is becoming an operative's rotation for gangstalking freaks, and now, no social distance is respected.
And I also got at least three red plasma flashes while a yoga in my peripherial vision, and of course no one said anything. There were at least three one second long flashes of yellow and apple green before the class started, and they were between an operative and me, and would of been seen by at least two others, and yet again, no one said anything. It is a outrage that I am being hounded all over the city, and then the sickos come to stand over me while in a yoga class.
Then onto strength training where red was the predominant color theme for the operatives swarming around me in four separate locations. While on the bicycle they filtered five of them around me, one by one, over 8 minutes or so, one guy I know from my past career who was in the next door office. He came in an apple green shirt, and this is becoming a frequent plasma flash color by designed coincidence.
In the Fellini-like progression of freaks that are "showing up", today's award goes to the operative who was hefting weights, and encircling me, all the while with his shirt lapel stuck in his mouth, and wearing shades the whole time while indoors. Yessir, you read that correctly, adult operatives/gangstalkers now place a part of their shirt in their mouth, and walk about in a fitness center, and aren't in our "day group" of putative mental defectives . In this instance, the shirt-biter had the corner of a dark green shirt in his mouth for the 15 minutes that I observed him, or more like, my attention was directed to see.
And the perps are still on granny stalking while I work out; the same wizened bag is placed near me, or my attention is directed to see, this same woman for over 8 sessions, who is always there when I am there, (and how would that happen so consistently?), and she gets "featured" everytime. She is planted when I enter, exit, wandering by when on a machine, planted in my view when on the 10 minute aerobic session, and consistently end up in view everywhere I am while there. Even the old gents in street clothes have been pulled after 4 weeks, but the granny stalking is relentless.
At the conclusion of strength training the perps had me in cornered in the change room with two dudes wearing red and one had a red gym bag in hand. The when I got out to depart, they put on two women in file both with red shirts one being a carmine red (fugly), then when on the street outside the recreation center, they put on six red parked vehicles in various orientations, and then when at the first intersection to cross, they put on three red vehicles in file, plus at least another five red vehicles passing through or turning a corner. That was the biggest red show yet, save yesterday's 8 parked red vehicles at the computer service location.
I got another reprise gangstalker while enroute in walking back from the recreation center; a navy sport jacked portly 50+ y.o. over a burgundy shirt "shows up" at the first intersection when I passed by, and he looked like a fish out of water in a suburban shopping area. Then some 25 minutes later, this same dude in the same clothes is walking toward me, closer to downtown, but still in a neighborhood where the formality is on the low side. As this is second such reprising gangstalker within two weeks, each within a half block of each other at both ends, it cannot be a fluke for even the doubters, aka clinical touts.
1900h
More overhead pounding has started up, enough for me to yell at the assholes, and still they keep this up, attempting to make it seem if the upstairs "neighbors" are tromping around in lead boots and hefting safes back and forth. My reading about Linux and Microsoft in the computer news has the perps worked up, or else it is the brown colored dinner content digestion moment they have been hounding me over for 5 years.
2000h
I heard from my ex that our daughter is going to get an award tomorrow, and the concluding school term ceremonies. And I am invited for a second foray of recent weeks to that same school for another mass gangstalking, which is the real reason. And my parents are going, a reasonably strong tip off that it is a First Feral Family event, along with everyone else. How the seating and the timing of the arrangements are going to happen I don't know. In just about every instance of group event attendance over the last five years of being harassed, and even the 4 years before that when I was employed, I was either first or last in arriving to the room or location. It is a very big deal for the perps to arrange these, as today's stand-over-me gangstalker while practicing yoga attests.
And of course this is a big deal for me as to what to wear, as I wear jeans almost exclusively, and my sports jackets are still rumpled from being stored for the past 7 months. And I am begining to understand that my entire adult life of having few matching garment combinations, despite having plenty of clothes, is also a perp managed adversity. All these clothes and few sensible combinations, and I spent decades planning to fix this wardrobe problem, and I never did "somehow". Now I know, and given their interest in all colors that I wear or see, as well as the fabrics, they had a total control over what my wardrobe.
More overhead pounding again, this time it is contingent on any thoughts that are not mind-controlled. The perps appear to use the strategy of posing a question to my subconscious that I am unaware of, so I answer it, and if it goes off script, the fuckers start pounding a 4" concrete and steel floor above me. There is some logic circuit of mine that they cannot yet disable via remote means, though they have made me do many of my routines ass backwards of late, another never-before that is being applied to me more often of late.
2220h
A yawning attack erupted as soon as I took on a new subject to look at online. These too, have long dogged me, and I could never determine a pattern of my yawning spates from the long past, and of course, they were remotely invoked at the whim of The Powers That Be, on yet again, some deranged quest for which they won't declare themselves, as if someone is looking over their shoulder.
2240h
Now more pipe bashing noise from overhead, with something like creaky springs added over it. And as it so happens, the noise is tracking my mouse clickings so enough of that activity and continuing with blogging.
And time to blog off, and call it a day, and ready myself for my going out tomorrow afternoon.
Translated, the post's title refers to the fact that I had the ambition to walk some three blocks into downtown and do some banking and then pick up more omega 3 supplements, as these had an "accelerated" depletion rate by unconventional means. Then the ambition notions rapidly attenuated, and here I am putzing on the web all morning, my usual default "habit".
And it seems that the perps want to repeat last month's temporal offset medication and supplement timing acquisition and use. The medications were procured a week before "I" (in the collective mind controlled sense) was energized to get the supplements and start using them. Hence, the supplements, a month's supply, should have lasted an extra week longer, but mysteriously didn't. There have been past anomalous depletions of my essential fatty acids supply, even in pre-overt harassment days before 04-2002.
As I predicted, the perps kept me tossing and turning for over an hour last night before allowing me to go to sleep. I had an uncontrolled thought come to mind as I was reviewing the day's activities, and realized that yesterday my mother asked about furniture of mine that she has never seen or would even know about. These are two indoor canvas chairs with chrome frames that my brother disposed of, though he never mentioned where, in early 2005. I was moving into a smaller apartment and had no room for them. I owned these chairs first when I was in Seattle in 2001, and so only I would know about them, as family "interaction" (as managed by mind-control and scripts), doesn't get to the level of even mentioning furniture in any detailed way, and nor have my parents ever visited any of my five apartments in town.
When I had that realization, if indeed it was mine, while tossing and turning, the noisescape was turned up for the next five minutes or so; more overhead pounding, more heavy duty vehicle noise from outside (at 2300h to 2400h), more brake squealing, a procession of vehicles with perforated mufflers, buzzy Vespas noise, the tenth siren occurence of yesterday, street hollaring and a few other augmentations that I cannot recall.
Another nightime game was to wake me up and look at the grainy picture show on the ceiling, and this time it was dynamic, with a vibrational grainy appearance that was active, unlike the static looks of the past. And for the first time in observing this "regular" anomalous phenonmenon, I was permitted to not only see this grainy pulsation of the light, but also treated to watching it slow down and dissapate to then appear static. Looking at the ceiling never has been so interesting until the perps arrived to let me know they were managing my life, and it wasn't out of any appreciation of the fact that they had already been doing since birth without anyone telling me.
1740h
I am back from the yoga and the strength training workouts, at differing locations. It is quite clear that the perps are loading more gangstalkers around me, and aren't looking to their usual pretense. One dude comes in 15 minutes late into yoga and then plants himself beside me, and then shows off his skin tone brown socks. I moved over. Then, an elderly woman arrives 30 minutes late and stands 2' away, behind me the entire time. What person on their 70's can, or would, stand for 30 minutes when a chair is beside them? I was fucking pissed at this, and wondered who in the fuck would be that sick. And very likely I know the asshole and this person was attempting to put on the staring act, and this was their morph-over form. Probably my mother, as her disappearances are getting suspicious. And I wouldn't be surprised if the 15 minutes late act with the disgusting socks wasn't my out-of-town brother who has been on many gangstalkings of late, even down to the changing hair color, same person. Meaning, the perps were purposely blowing his cover while morphed in that same body and face set.
We all had a blue mats at yoga, seven participants and six variants of blue, the only duplicate identical blue was mine, as a big hefty dude putting on the cretin act in all navy blue came for the first time, and did stand-around duty until the elderly woman came to gangstalk right over me. There is no question this yoga class is becoming an operative's rotation for gangstalking freaks, and now, no social distance is respected.
And I also got at least three red plasma flashes while a yoga in my peripherial vision, and of course no one said anything. There were at least three one second long flashes of yellow and apple green before the class started, and they were between an operative and me, and would of been seen by at least two others, and yet again, no one said anything. It is a outrage that I am being hounded all over the city, and then the sickos come to stand over me while in a yoga class.
Then onto strength training where red was the predominant color theme for the operatives swarming around me in four separate locations. While on the bicycle they filtered five of them around me, one by one, over 8 minutes or so, one guy I know from my past career who was in the next door office. He came in an apple green shirt, and this is becoming a frequent plasma flash color by designed coincidence.
In the Fellini-like progression of freaks that are "showing up", today's award goes to the operative who was hefting weights, and encircling me, all the while with his shirt lapel stuck in his mouth, and wearing shades the whole time while indoors. Yessir, you read that correctly, adult operatives/gangstalkers now place a part of their shirt in their mouth, and walk about in a fitness center, and aren't in our "day group" of putative mental defectives . In this instance, the shirt-biter had the corner of a dark green shirt in his mouth for the 15 minutes that I observed him, or more like, my attention was directed to see.
And the perps are still on granny stalking while I work out; the same wizened bag is placed near me, or my attention is directed to see, this same woman for over 8 sessions, who is always there when I am there, (and how would that happen so consistently?), and she gets "featured" everytime. She is planted when I enter, exit, wandering by when on a machine, planted in my view when on the 10 minute aerobic session, and consistently end up in view everywhere I am while there. Even the old gents in street clothes have been pulled after 4 weeks, but the granny stalking is relentless.
At the conclusion of strength training the perps had me in cornered in the change room with two dudes wearing red and one had a red gym bag in hand. The when I got out to depart, they put on two women in file both with red shirts one being a carmine red (fugly), then when on the street outside the recreation center, they put on six red parked vehicles in various orientations, and then when at the first intersection to cross, they put on three red vehicles in file, plus at least another five red vehicles passing through or turning a corner. That was the biggest red show yet, save yesterday's 8 parked red vehicles at the computer service location.
I got another reprise gangstalker while enroute in walking back from the recreation center; a navy sport jacked portly 50+ y.o. over a burgundy shirt "shows up" at the first intersection when I passed by, and he looked like a fish out of water in a suburban shopping area. Then some 25 minutes later, this same dude in the same clothes is walking toward me, closer to downtown, but still in a neighborhood where the formality is on the low side. As this is second such reprising gangstalker within two weeks, each within a half block of each other at both ends, it cannot be a fluke for even the doubters, aka clinical touts.
1900h
More overhead pounding has started up, enough for me to yell at the assholes, and still they keep this up, attempting to make it seem if the upstairs "neighbors" are tromping around in lead boots and hefting safes back and forth. My reading about Linux and Microsoft in the computer news has the perps worked up, or else it is the brown colored dinner content digestion moment they have been hounding me over for 5 years.
2000h
I heard from my ex that our daughter is going to get an award tomorrow, and the concluding school term ceremonies. And I am invited for a second foray of recent weeks to that same school for another mass gangstalking, which is the real reason. And my parents are going, a reasonably strong tip off that it is a First Feral Family event, along with everyone else. How the seating and the timing of the arrangements are going to happen I don't know. In just about every instance of group event attendance over the last five years of being harassed, and even the 4 years before that when I was employed, I was either first or last in arriving to the room or location. It is a very big deal for the perps to arrange these, as today's stand-over-me gangstalker while practicing yoga attests.
And of course this is a big deal for me as to what to wear, as I wear jeans almost exclusively, and my sports jackets are still rumpled from being stored for the past 7 months. And I am begining to understand that my entire adult life of having few matching garment combinations, despite having plenty of clothes, is also a perp managed adversity. All these clothes and few sensible combinations, and I spent decades planning to fix this wardrobe problem, and I never did "somehow". Now I know, and given their interest in all colors that I wear or see, as well as the fabrics, they had a total control over what my wardrobe.
More overhead pounding again, this time it is contingent on any thoughts that are not mind-controlled. The perps appear to use the strategy of posing a question to my subconscious that I am unaware of, so I answer it, and if it goes off script, the fuckers start pounding a 4" concrete and steel floor above me. There is some logic circuit of mine that they cannot yet disable via remote means, though they have made me do many of my routines ass backwards of late, another never-before that is being applied to me more often of late.
2220h
A yawning attack erupted as soon as I took on a new subject to look at online. These too, have long dogged me, and I could never determine a pattern of my yawning spates from the long past, and of course, they were remotely invoked at the whim of The Powers That Be, on yet again, some deranged quest for which they won't declare themselves, as if someone is looking over their shoulder.
2240h
Now more pipe bashing noise from overhead, with something like creaky springs added over it. And as it so happens, the noise is tracking my mouse clickings so enough of that activity and continuing with blogging.
And time to blog off, and call it a day, and ready myself for my going out tomorrow afternoon.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
The Wobblies
1755h
The Wobblies were the name given to activist union members of Industrial Workers of the World. Wikipedia link). This term is being used in a different way, as in "wobbling the job", meaning, in management-union adversarial terms, that labor action is threatening to shutdown a large project. In this part of the world, that was common practice on large hydroelectric construction jobs even into the 1970's.
And I am using it to confer the appearence of an impending shutdown of a drop-in mental health facility in this city called Laurel House, where I take yoga and undertake wildland restoration. And the word is that it will be shutdown September 30, and no apparent substitute or alternate facilities are being promoted.
And it "so happens" that there are a considerable number of worthy activities and job opportunities
that get terminated, or appear to be, while or after I have contact with them. Not that I am heavily invested in Laurel House, but I do honestly believe they do an excellent job for their given mandate, and have been successfully operating in this capacity for over 11 years. Whether this impending shutdown is a feint or not I don't know. Laurel House has been very helpful in abetting the perps and all the rest of the harassment that goes on for my once per week visit. I find it hard to believe Laurel House is getting the kiss of death while being so helpful for the true assholes who run this town, and who are spreading 100's of millions of dollars per year in harassing the fuck out of me, and whatever other operations they have going locally.
Anyhow, my yoga classmates and associated staff members were all in a state of shock today, and all the while I was wondering, is this a bullshit play, or is it for real but everyone will come out better ahead in some way? I don't know for sure; some geographic locations I have been to in the past have been absolutely trashed, e.g. New Orleans and Kauai. Past organizations that I have worked for have been downsized and split asunder, e.g. Ministry of Forests, Inventory Branch, though no one lost their job, but had to relocate. There is no certainty as to how this Laurel House shutdown issue will play out, and there could well be a last minute reprieve planned, and the entire stunt was to stress a whole lot of people, ones who cannot take much stress in the first place.
I went onto the sponsored strength training at the Oak Bay Recreation Center, and I was fucked out of running my usual 12 to 14 minutes this time by being made to feel sick from all the red color exposure I was getting from all sides, including a TV overhead. The planted red colored things and people was not the problem, it is just that the perps did not want me to run for exercise, just as they have fucked me out of this for the past five years of harassment, and even before that.
But there was plenty of red colored clothing, vehicles, and other props (foliage) while I was walking to the recreation center and back. And to cap off the freak show, the fuckers had this old hunched over woman act step off a bus (colored red and white) and walk toward me in the most absurd getup since the 1950's dressed nurse stunt some 7 months ago. This woman was dressed head to toe in the same crimson velour; a broad brimmed hat and a long coat, and was walking with the aid of a black cane. There wasn't more than 5 seconds of sight time before we passed each other, but the absurd amount of clothing at this time of year, and all in the same bright nonreflective fabric, was something out of a stage show.
Another red color stunt was a new class member in a red shirt, and she even had red streaks in her dark hair just to look even more disgusting, as she was obscenely overweight as well. She could be the new version morph-over of the large woman of the past three weeks who was in a yellow shirt, and always made sure to get in my face and was absent today.
The class has changed its membership a fair bit since I joined some four weeks ago; first there was at least 30 of the fuckers, some being gangstalk "pals" from the dark past, but now the class has settled into about 15 or so. The negro woman has dropped out, as she was always buzzing around me. And for whatever reason, some arrive at the end of the class, presumably to do their routine at a later time.
I also was to made to feel sick while running on the treadmill, the suggestion there there was too much red color about. While there was plenty, I don't react to red colors in this way. Only the most intensive strobing and coverage has any hope of causing this reaction. The perps have governed me down for doing no running for over five years, then they allow 13 minutes on a treadmill twice per week, and now the fuckers appear to have shut that down. All, in their depravity, so they won't get out of the closet and declare their harassment and nonconsensual experimentation, which would be completed in weeks instead of years while they remain hiding in their control room.
I just got hammered with a plasma flash, and the fuckers are sustaining this red and green dot in my vision, as if it were a retina burn which it is not. It is a fucking plasma stroboscopic fuckover stunt. And the assholes are making sure that it stays over top of the center of my central vision. Fucking rude and sick.
1940h
Post-dinner, a rare spinach pie, has brought on the the siren noise bullshit, and someone flashing a white light beam into my apartment, and even hitting the front door, 20' distant from the sliding glass door. I had a few of these before dinner, but these latest are getting out of hand.
While at yoga earlier, I got three fat ladies parked around me, as I was coralled onto a blue teal mat, near two others wearing the same color, and my windblocking vest of the same color was also nearby. One fat lady was wearing all flat black street clothes, and made sure to park herself in front of the instructor so I was unable to see her for the majority of the yoga class. It would seem in this instance, that the perps wanted me to be around more obesity than in past yoga classes. Perhaps black is the new blonde; it has a specific aura that they want to capitalize on and to then apply to that of unfavored members of the perp selected demographic groups (e.g. obese, beer guts, chinless ones, red heads, sports jacket wearers etc.).
It seems that the new clothing color for obese gangstalkers is flat black; I had one such gangstalker yesterday while on the street, and then one today. There have been other gangstalkers this week with the same getup, or even a flat black and a semigloss black fabric in the same garment. One of the bank lineup gangstalkers had a 4" wide flat (nonreflective) black vertical fabric inset into the seam of his black pants, and as he occupied the teller that I ended up with, I have a sense the perps are now testing black color variants and in their reflectivity.
Another "feature" of the workout today was the perps adding in more copycat gangstalkers; these were fuckers who were doing the same exercises near me, or before or after me, and in the same locations as I used (free floor area). Plus the fuckers were buzzing about me when I was at a bench; they couldn't get enough of me with one foot in a horizontal situation.
The vehicular gangstalking was in full force while I was out walking to yoga and the recreation center. This particular municipality has not grown in the past five years, per the census count, and yet it was nearly nonstop commute level traffic in both directions. They had to have put on the usual 800 to 1,000 vehicles, and they were ordered in "pods" of specific colors and combinations. Three silver grey vehicles in a cluster, and then a deep metallic red colored vehicle, and then two more silver grey vehicles with another white vehicle in the mix.
Another game is to put these infernal Smart Cars around me, as there was at least three of them, and minutes later a white colored tractor trailer unit (40' box trailer) with a silver grey Smart Car immediately behind it in some kind of scale test.
The perps are attempting more brown colored vehicles, usually after an introductory round of silver grey and white colored vehicles. They are also trying out more brown colored variants, some of the metallic taupes that look almost an off-brown color.
More bizzare driving is also going on; the extra cautious (appearing) driver sitting in the middle of the road in a left lane and not taking the normal opportunities that anyone else would. Sometimes, they even stop a vehicle in mid-lane if relatively untravelled, and have it sit there, presumably related to getting more fuck-me time in, or whatever is the reason for the extended exposure time.
Another stunt today was fucking me out of a Walk signal at a busy intersection; the fuckers held me there longer because of it, and the gangstalkers around me didn't seem to mind (or even notice). The perps have put on a whole lot of extra vehicles, noise and concrete paving work at this Oak Bay Junction as it is called, and it seems that they want to get a return from all their fucking stunts over the past five years.
2120h
Maybe this was mentioned a few days ago; I see the perps have reset all my link annotation of the previous visit color change to purple back to blue, meaning unvisited. They do this frequently as component of their recall testing. They test me out to see if I recall any snipets from previously read links. Their objective is clear; to be able to totally fuck with my (and by extension, anyone else's) recall to be sure that there are no associated memories. Past experimentation has been such that I might trip over a phrase or expression and then realize I had read the article before. And as soon as the recall event came on, the fuckers would noisestalk me. I am sure they are near total recall fuckability now, as very little noisestalking goes on when I am reading a link I likely visited before. By fucking with the link annotation colors I am robbed of my props to recall past visitation and reading. Another fuck-me from the most thankless assholes on Earth, and possibly elsewhere.
2145h
I am getting vision impairments and some kind of generalized feeling of discomfort, seemingly from no cause. This is typical, as the perps have so many ways to fuck one around now, that the arsenal for pissing one off is limitless.
2230h
Time to bail for the day; I am getting the much feared knee torquing torture in simultaneous combination with vision impairments. When one type of depraved fuckery isn't getting the needed result, put two together. Only sick assholes would put anyone through this harassment after fucking their life for 47 years before going overt, and then fucking them real hard for another five years and counting.
The Wobblies were the name given to activist union members of Industrial Workers of the World. Wikipedia link). This term is being used in a different way, as in "wobbling the job", meaning, in management-union adversarial terms, that labor action is threatening to shutdown a large project. In this part of the world, that was common practice on large hydroelectric construction jobs even into the 1970's.
And I am using it to confer the appearence of an impending shutdown of a drop-in mental health facility in this city called Laurel House, where I take yoga and undertake wildland restoration. And the word is that it will be shutdown September 30, and no apparent substitute or alternate facilities are being promoted.
And it "so happens" that there are a considerable number of worthy activities and job opportunities
that get terminated, or appear to be, while or after I have contact with them. Not that I am heavily invested in Laurel House, but I do honestly believe they do an excellent job for their given mandate, and have been successfully operating in this capacity for over 11 years. Whether this impending shutdown is a feint or not I don't know. Laurel House has been very helpful in abetting the perps and all the rest of the harassment that goes on for my once per week visit. I find it hard to believe Laurel House is getting the kiss of death while being so helpful for the true assholes who run this town, and who are spreading 100's of millions of dollars per year in harassing the fuck out of me, and whatever other operations they have going locally.
Anyhow, my yoga classmates and associated staff members were all in a state of shock today, and all the while I was wondering, is this a bullshit play, or is it for real but everyone will come out better ahead in some way? I don't know for sure; some geographic locations I have been to in the past have been absolutely trashed, e.g. New Orleans and Kauai. Past organizations that I have worked for have been downsized and split asunder, e.g. Ministry of Forests, Inventory Branch, though no one lost their job, but had to relocate. There is no certainty as to how this Laurel House shutdown issue will play out, and there could well be a last minute reprieve planned, and the entire stunt was to stress a whole lot of people, ones who cannot take much stress in the first place.
I went onto the sponsored strength training at the Oak Bay Recreation Center, and I was fucked out of running my usual 12 to 14 minutes this time by being made to feel sick from all the red color exposure I was getting from all sides, including a TV overhead. The planted red colored things and people was not the problem, it is just that the perps did not want me to run for exercise, just as they have fucked me out of this for the past five years of harassment, and even before that.
But there was plenty of red colored clothing, vehicles, and other props (foliage) while I was walking to the recreation center and back. And to cap off the freak show, the fuckers had this old hunched over woman act step off a bus (colored red and white) and walk toward me in the most absurd getup since the 1950's dressed nurse stunt some 7 months ago. This woman was dressed head to toe in the same crimson velour; a broad brimmed hat and a long coat, and was walking with the aid of a black cane. There wasn't more than 5 seconds of sight time before we passed each other, but the absurd amount of clothing at this time of year, and all in the same bright nonreflective fabric, was something out of a stage show.
Another red color stunt was a new class member in a red shirt, and she even had red streaks in her dark hair just to look even more disgusting, as she was obscenely overweight as well. She could be the new version morph-over of the large woman of the past three weeks who was in a yellow shirt, and always made sure to get in my face and was absent today.
The class has changed its membership a fair bit since I joined some four weeks ago; first there was at least 30 of the fuckers, some being gangstalk "pals" from the dark past, but now the class has settled into about 15 or so. The negro woman has dropped out, as she was always buzzing around me. And for whatever reason, some arrive at the end of the class, presumably to do their routine at a later time.
I also was to made to feel sick while running on the treadmill, the suggestion there there was too much red color about. While there was plenty, I don't react to red colors in this way. Only the most intensive strobing and coverage has any hope of causing this reaction. The perps have governed me down for doing no running for over five years, then they allow 13 minutes on a treadmill twice per week, and now the fuckers appear to have shut that down. All, in their depravity, so they won't get out of the closet and declare their harassment and nonconsensual experimentation, which would be completed in weeks instead of years while they remain hiding in their control room.
I just got hammered with a plasma flash, and the fuckers are sustaining this red and green dot in my vision, as if it were a retina burn which it is not. It is a fucking plasma stroboscopic fuckover stunt. And the assholes are making sure that it stays over top of the center of my central vision. Fucking rude and sick.
1940h
Post-dinner, a rare spinach pie, has brought on the the siren noise bullshit, and someone flashing a white light beam into my apartment, and even hitting the front door, 20' distant from the sliding glass door. I had a few of these before dinner, but these latest are getting out of hand.
While at yoga earlier, I got three fat ladies parked around me, as I was coralled onto a blue teal mat, near two others wearing the same color, and my windblocking vest of the same color was also nearby. One fat lady was wearing all flat black street clothes, and made sure to park herself in front of the instructor so I was unable to see her for the majority of the yoga class. It would seem in this instance, that the perps wanted me to be around more obesity than in past yoga classes. Perhaps black is the new blonde; it has a specific aura that they want to capitalize on and to then apply to that of unfavored members of the perp selected demographic groups (e.g. obese, beer guts, chinless ones, red heads, sports jacket wearers etc.).
It seems that the new clothing color for obese gangstalkers is flat black; I had one such gangstalker yesterday while on the street, and then one today. There have been other gangstalkers this week with the same getup, or even a flat black and a semigloss black fabric in the same garment. One of the bank lineup gangstalkers had a 4" wide flat (nonreflective) black vertical fabric inset into the seam of his black pants, and as he occupied the teller that I ended up with, I have a sense the perps are now testing black color variants and in their reflectivity.
Another "feature" of the workout today was the perps adding in more copycat gangstalkers; these were fuckers who were doing the same exercises near me, or before or after me, and in the same locations as I used (free floor area). Plus the fuckers were buzzing about me when I was at a bench; they couldn't get enough of me with one foot in a horizontal situation.
The vehicular gangstalking was in full force while I was out walking to yoga and the recreation center. This particular municipality has not grown in the past five years, per the census count, and yet it was nearly nonstop commute level traffic in both directions. They had to have put on the usual 800 to 1,000 vehicles, and they were ordered in "pods" of specific colors and combinations. Three silver grey vehicles in a cluster, and then a deep metallic red colored vehicle, and then two more silver grey vehicles with another white vehicle in the mix.
Another game is to put these infernal Smart Cars around me, as there was at least three of them, and minutes later a white colored tractor trailer unit (40' box trailer) with a silver grey Smart Car immediately behind it in some kind of scale test.
The perps are attempting more brown colored vehicles, usually after an introductory round of silver grey and white colored vehicles. They are also trying out more brown colored variants, some of the metallic taupes that look almost an off-brown color.
More bizzare driving is also going on; the extra cautious (appearing) driver sitting in the middle of the road in a left lane and not taking the normal opportunities that anyone else would. Sometimes, they even stop a vehicle in mid-lane if relatively untravelled, and have it sit there, presumably related to getting more fuck-me time in, or whatever is the reason for the extended exposure time.
Another stunt today was fucking me out of a Walk signal at a busy intersection; the fuckers held me there longer because of it, and the gangstalkers around me didn't seem to mind (or even notice). The perps have put on a whole lot of extra vehicles, noise and concrete paving work at this Oak Bay Junction as it is called, and it seems that they want to get a return from all their fucking stunts over the past five years.
2120h
Maybe this was mentioned a few days ago; I see the perps have reset all my link annotation of the previous visit color change to purple back to blue, meaning unvisited. They do this frequently as component of their recall testing. They test me out to see if I recall any snipets from previously read links. Their objective is clear; to be able to totally fuck with my (and by extension, anyone else's) recall to be sure that there are no associated memories. Past experimentation has been such that I might trip over a phrase or expression and then realize I had read the article before. And as soon as the recall event came on, the fuckers would noisestalk me. I am sure they are near total recall fuckability now, as very little noisestalking goes on when I am reading a link I likely visited before. By fucking with the link annotation colors I am robbed of my props to recall past visitation and reading. Another fuck-me from the most thankless assholes on Earth, and possibly elsewhere.
2145h
I am getting vision impairments and some kind of generalized feeling of discomfort, seemingly from no cause. This is typical, as the perps have so many ways to fuck one around now, that the arsenal for pissing one off is limitless.
2230h
Time to bail for the day; I am getting the much feared knee torquing torture in simultaneous combination with vision impairments. When one type of depraved fuckery isn't getting the needed result, put two together. Only sick assholes would put anyone through this harassment after fucking their life for 47 years before going overt, and then fucking them real hard for another five years and counting.
Monday, May 07, 2007
Zap Happy Perps
1310h
I am getting many more zappings of late, very often when I suspect an uncontrolled thought comes to mind, and when I use a term or phrase that has been planted in advance. Usually the zappings aren't to invasive, just a minor reflexive reaction of a limb, arm or leg.
I am back from a Feral Family stayover, and that included driving my mother to Walmart's photo center at the front of the store thankfully. Yesterday, because there was three of us, my mother, father and me, the perps went all out putting on at least six dark metallic red vehicles around me, and moving them in and out of white or silver grey vehicles that were also part of the proximate vehicular gangstalking retinue.
Then when entering Walmart yesterday they put on a UN-like contingent of brown raced ambulatory gangstalkers coursing around us, and then put on a pair of shiftless males on sentry duty, just standing there for no apparent reason. Perhaps they were the bait for me to sneer at, as this behavior is becoming more frequent, which likely means that it is planted into mind by the assholes. Then some bag in reddish brown hair came up behind us while the staff were "busy" (ignoring us) at first, and this woman was wearing the most brightest crimson red fleece jacket that I have seen in the five years of overt harassment. After a whole lot of (deliberate) "miscommunication" by my mother and getting the film turned in for processing, we headed out to yet more rounds of swarming ambulatory gangstalkers in the parking lot.
This morning, it was almost the same, and they even put a fucker on paralleling us entering the exit, while we went in the entrance. In other words, the perps designed the outgoing multi-racial swarm such that one of their operatives could enter the exit through this crowd, and have a clear route through with the doors remaining open.
And what another fluke to have two twin sisters, or like, standing near the counter for no apparent reason, one in that same brilliant crimson red, and the other in a brown camel sweater. They stood together at first, then separated by 6' or so, and then proceeded to depart just ahead of us. The fuckers also put on a woman in a white motorcycle helmet in the Walmart queue; this is fucking absurd that anyone goes around wearing a motorcycle helmet when not on their motorcycle, and this particular idiotic stunt has occured more than once, and only since the fuckers went overt on me.
Then my mother mentioned she needed batteries for the solar garden lights, and that entailed a trek to the far end of Walmart. As it "so happened", we went by a 6' high palette load of chocolate, then in short order, a similar stack of olive oil in gallon containers further along, and then one of the most bizarre occurences of shopping aisle obstruction choreography going. Two shopping carts, three more ambulatory fuckers, and it was like a free for all once the unattended shopping cart had been removed. There were at least five of the fuckers plus us two all arranged and converging at that single aisleway, post-passing by the chocolate and olive oil loads, note . Naturally there were plenty of displays in mid-aisle to aid creating this bizarre confluence of gangstalkers. This was about 1030h or so, and way too early for that many shoppers in one location then.
The fuckers put on a shopping cart and two toothy freakish males bantering near the battery section before I steered my mother out of the side exit of the store. And there were a few more East Indians coursing about and not appearing to shop, just doing the strut, aka blatant gangstalking.
When I got back to my apartment, the assholes were still on the East Indian gangstalker act; they had a "do-rag" wearing male East Indian speaking with a blonde woman in the lobby, which was patently bogus, as who hangs around here? It is the second appearance for this particular act, and with the do-rag both times. The apartment manager also "popped out" from behind the mail boxes, doing his sort-of friendly routine, and yet putting on the act of not recalling my name. We conversed on the phone or met in person at least 15 times and even moved a fridge together last week, and yet he puts on the "barely know me" act.
I departed to go a half block to drop off some items for donations, and when outside I had at least a dozen gangstalkers on me, and one even crossed the road at the same time I did. Then ahead of me the sickos put on a Santa-like vagrant in a bright red coat and a same colored toque. The latter garment was absurd for the warm weather we are having. Then as I walked down the driveway, the red dressed gangstalker also turned in the same direction and paralleled me on the other side of a black steel vertical bar fence.
Then back to the lobby of this apartment block and the "do-rag" East Indian had gone, and the blonde woman in pink was still there, and then bizarrely IMHO, she gets up to go into the elevator with me. Here she was seeming to be waiting for someone to pick her up, but no, she was waiting for me to return from my short half block donation visit, and then get in the elevator with me. And when the elevator arrived, it "so happened" that the manager was in it, and for the six floor travel duration I was between the two of them, and I got out first.
I also noted another perp floor adornment that is quite common; a trail of goo/filth that extends from the elevator through the lobby to the front door. It is as if someone had something leaking from a bag and this trail had dried up, and remained uncleaned. As it "so happens", there is a similar trail of blackish something that hasn't been cleaned up in the yoga classroom. This trail extends from the classroom location where I usually work out (no choice usually, as they are all in ahead of me), to the back corner where the mats are stored. I also had a similar one in my Everett apartment in 1999 and 2000, from the apartment, down two flights of stairs to the outside door and garbage containers.
I suspect this trail is to track me with some kind of color energetic consistency as I walk along it. It is always interesting to note how long these stay persistent for, and that they seem to be "overlooked" before they are cleaned up.
1835h
After an afternoon of excessive 2 cycle motorcycle noise, the perps had me take a shit, the second time in this apartment, and the first on the plastic toilet seat instead of the padded one they put in as a "throwaway" item, and have the brown skinned East Indian maintenance worker slave on the toilet to fix the seat, tank valve and the seal last week. Of course he put the old toilet seat in a prominent location for me to "happen" to see it, and invoke some kind of deep traumatization response that goes back to my toilet training days in which the perps intruded and fucked themselves big time, and forever made me wary of anything brown colored.
That wasn't enough of a fuckover apparently as 50 years later in the course of harassing the absolute shit out of my life, they are now attempting to discover the neural correlates of the above traumatization and all its ramifications, which is my theory why they are chasing me all over town with incremental levels of brown colored vehicles (two tone brown especially) and brown dressed ambulatory gangstalkers. Plus, there are plenty of magazine, newspaper, TV and webpage presentations of brown colors that they like to put in my face. One this morning was forcing me to constantly look at this address book of my mother's with happy negro faces on it. I have never glanced at a single item so much when I had so little interest in it. And the notion of removing it did not "occur to me", meaning that the most essential of my defences have been breached my remotely applied mind-control. Just what I needed to hear.
I went to a strength training orientation session earlier today; the above mentioned crimson red force was still out; usually sweaters and jackets, but also matching hats, and often two of them side by side, sometimes with differing reds. This is a day hospital program where I get to lift weights for an hour with some cardio training as part of it. The perps have artfully scheduled it following yoga on Tuesdays and Thursdays, no coincidence that. I don't pay for this, and must keep up some involvement in these activities to keep my subsidy going for this apartment, even though I am more financially constrained as I must pay $100 more per month. And the fuckers keep making me buy chocolate, now in red colored packaging, replacing the better quality Villar's chocolate in an off white colored box. As mentioned before, I have had short periods where the fuckers have turned me totally off chocolate, to the level of not even liking its smell. As I see it, the entire chocolate "infatuation" is created by the remotely applied mind-control energies as the fuckers piss around attempting to undo the brown color adversity damage they inflicted on me, per above.
And the fuckers were all over me in the grocery store; they plated a couple at the cooler case who loitered there extensively, and finally had moved some when I made my last pass, then as I was approaching the cooler case they split apart leaving only room to go between the fuckers. This is the "split couple" gangstalk routine, and I know it well. Normally they don't obstruct my in-store destinations, (but usually post someone nearby), but this time the two gangstalkers lingered there and didn't pick anything up. The male member also put on the open mouth act, one of the most consistent moves that the ambulatory gangstalkers make in my proximity. Other variations are yawning, sneezing, coughing and eating food.
The couple didn't look too cohesive, and I see plenty of ersatz or otherwise improbable pairings in the ambulatory gangstalking panoply. Last week they put on an older semi-vagrant Caucasian male with a middle aged negro woman, one of the more ridiculous pairs I have seen in this city. In the case of the above gangstalking couple today, she was Caucasian, blonde and dressed in a mid-grey outfit, while he was a grey haired Caucasian, and might have been a slight morph-over of one of the regular male operatives that I have seen at least 10 times in all manner of circumstances, even following me into the optometrist's working area once. Past blogs have detailed the predominance of younger blonde women gangstalkers and how the perps appear to be hitching the many unpleasant demographics to the blonde woman's aura, or whatever it is that the perps are measuring.
And ditto at the checkout; and young blonde woman, almost like Paris Hilton, helping out the black curly haired woman on the till. Another of my unfavored demographics is that I do not like tightly curled hair; I don't know why, but I suspect the party that constantly plants this in my visual field knows all about it, and may have created this "problem" for themselves some time ago, back in the days of early childhood development, a la brown color problem (per above).
The perps put on their operatives doing the Amnesty International gig again, outside both entrances to the grocery store. These fuckers were in yellow shirts, another "red rag" to a bull (me), and they had these white color plastic binders with slip in sheets of paper on the front, also white. So they get a white plastic exposure, and a white paper behind clear plastic exposure for me to see, and react with in some energetic way, their quantitification objective. As it so happens, many TI's have gone to Amnesty International in the expectation that they would take up their cause, but to no avail. They are adamant about not wanting to know about remotely applied harassment and gangstalking, which suggests their organization is not all what it seems.
Anyhow, these operatives promoting Amnesty International also had on the mohawk and other weird haircuts and were well studded with silver pins and rings on their lips and face. Another viscerally loathsome demographic to me, facial mutilation. Though, I suspect the metal studs and rings are perfect objects to remotely read energies from, and all the better if it stuck through the cheek.
The motorized wheelchairs were out in force today as well, yet another unfavored demographic that got plenty of airtime in the ambulatory gangstalking games today. I must of seen at least twenty of them, and they were all the motorized ones. Again, I don't know why exactly I don't like these things, but the assholes put plenty of them for me to see, and it nearly always it is the deep red metallic finish painted variety.
The perps were also up to forcing me off the sidewalk today, they did this at least four times, in various guises. The most blatant was this two couple foursome walking on the sidewalk ahead of me, and who then stopped to natter, and then two of them found something on the sidewalk "of interest" and did their lean-overs and crouch downs, and when they stood up again, they looked at me 20' away, and then started ambling ahead of me. There was nothing on the sidewalk to look at save the yellow paint markings, and when it came time to pass these assholes, who almost seemed to be lost, I was obliged to step onto the asphalt bicycle lane to pass them. This fucking act repeated for other sidewalk doddering gangstalkers, and after two 30 minute trips, I was fed up with this beligerent fuckery.
I also got a few plasma spatterings in my vision; at the hospital elevator the duct tape on the door gave off some annoying dark green emanations, and later, the perps planted a violet horizontal bar, 12" x 1" over the mouth of a woman that had been walking toward me some 15' away, and was turning 90 degrees to go down a side street. This band of plasma was kept plastered exactly where I expected her mouth to be, and it seemed to be placed between us, even as we were each in motion.
2030h
I just finished up a scorcher of an email; the perps got me cranked up over being fucked with, more pithy than is usual for these blogs. As always, I take note of the coincident environmental "modifications", aka noisestalking, thoughtstalking and other phenomenon, when they wind me up, and this time it was clunking from nearby "neighbors" and very bright reflections of the setting West sun off the towers in my view, and said reflections have an amazing habit of beaming right into my apartment while the perps had be emotionally riled up in responding to an email, one suggesting that there will be peace, love and happiness at the end of this endless loop of an utterly fucked with existence that is of extreme interest to the most depraved and institutionally warped assholes this planet has ever suffered.
Here it is with the instigating preamble that "started it", though in fact I suspect I was being mind-fucked into it, and there was plenty of noisestalking also going on at the same time.
The email topic was Vera, and how after a compelling story of extreme duress, she "appeared" (my dubiousness showing through yet again) to have found peace. My repondent says this:
And to further elaborate, when one cannot spell or type simple words, cannot read and correctly percieve thoughts, cannot recall simple personal facts of one's own history, cannot say all that is in mind (or even to have all relevant facts come to mind) and when one cannot take a shit or piss, or perform any other very simple act, without it being dithered, fucked with, all or part of the time, by remotely applied energies that are situationally applied every waking moment of one's life, then matters get very intense and stay that way all the time, assuming even one's full range of emotion is not governed down by these pernicious mind invasive barbarians.
More scorching, it is that kind of night, and very it is very likely that I have been mind-fucked into enjoining in this caustic diatribe. Hopefully it is accurate, and pithy on later reflection.
2245h
Some mellow-out time followed, though duly noisestalked with amplified street noise, in-house clunking, and the backbeat floor whacking noise, for lack of a better name. This identical noise has occured in all apartments that I have lived in with upstairs "neighbors". That statement covers four buildings in two cities in five years; it is simply amazing that I get the same neighbors overhead in each location making the same strange characteristic noise. Fucking amazing; someone dare to tell me I am not being stalked, as I am on a roll tonight.
I also got "phenomenon stalked"; masers, plasma beams, vision impairments, gentle shirt pullings, shoes tightening up, mouth dryings, mild zappings, unconventional Windows behavior etc. The perps especially liked me to be reading about poor Paris Hilton, though to be fair, I really don't follow her much, but I am most intrigued by a comment I heard on the TV, when I had it in 2004 and early 2005. Someone remarked about an earlier Paris Hilton interview that Paris should have her driver's licence taken away because she appeared to be so stupid that she would endanger the public. Now it is 2007, and she did have her driver's licence suspended and disregarded the suspension and pleaded ignorance . Most would ascribe that sequence of events to "synchronicity" or something like that. But where I come from, in having every last detail of my existence orchestrated, and where there are no true coincidences, I am inclined to believe that it was, yet again, perp managed. Who knows for sure, but there are far too many "coincidences" going on in my life, and that is one more.
Time to blog off, and call this a day.
I am getting many more zappings of late, very often when I suspect an uncontrolled thought comes to mind, and when I use a term or phrase that has been planted in advance. Usually the zappings aren't to invasive, just a minor reflexive reaction of a limb, arm or leg.
I am back from a Feral Family stayover, and that included driving my mother to Walmart's photo center at the front of the store thankfully. Yesterday, because there was three of us, my mother, father and me, the perps went all out putting on at least six dark metallic red vehicles around me, and moving them in and out of white or silver grey vehicles that were also part of the proximate vehicular gangstalking retinue.
Then when entering Walmart yesterday they put on a UN-like contingent of brown raced ambulatory gangstalkers coursing around us, and then put on a pair of shiftless males on sentry duty, just standing there for no apparent reason. Perhaps they were the bait for me to sneer at, as this behavior is becoming more frequent, which likely means that it is planted into mind by the assholes. Then some bag in reddish brown hair came up behind us while the staff were "busy" (ignoring us) at first, and this woman was wearing the most brightest crimson red fleece jacket that I have seen in the five years of overt harassment. After a whole lot of (deliberate) "miscommunication" by my mother and getting the film turned in for processing, we headed out to yet more rounds of swarming ambulatory gangstalkers in the parking lot.
This morning, it was almost the same, and they even put a fucker on paralleling us entering the exit, while we went in the entrance. In other words, the perps designed the outgoing multi-racial swarm such that one of their operatives could enter the exit through this crowd, and have a clear route through with the doors remaining open.
And what another fluke to have two twin sisters, or like, standing near the counter for no apparent reason, one in that same brilliant crimson red, and the other in a brown camel sweater. They stood together at first, then separated by 6' or so, and then proceeded to depart just ahead of us. The fuckers also put on a woman in a white motorcycle helmet in the Walmart queue; this is fucking absurd that anyone goes around wearing a motorcycle helmet when not on their motorcycle, and this particular idiotic stunt has occured more than once, and only since the fuckers went overt on me.
Then my mother mentioned she needed batteries for the solar garden lights, and that entailed a trek to the far end of Walmart. As it "so happened", we went by a 6' high palette load of chocolate, then in short order, a similar stack of olive oil in gallon containers further along, and then one of the most bizarre occurences of shopping aisle obstruction choreography going. Two shopping carts, three more ambulatory fuckers, and it was like a free for all once the unattended shopping cart had been removed. There were at least five of the fuckers plus us two all arranged and converging at that single aisleway, post-passing by the chocolate and olive oil loads, note . Naturally there were plenty of displays in mid-aisle to aid creating this bizarre confluence of gangstalkers. This was about 1030h or so, and way too early for that many shoppers in one location then.
The fuckers put on a shopping cart and two toothy freakish males bantering near the battery section before I steered my mother out of the side exit of the store. And there were a few more East Indians coursing about and not appearing to shop, just doing the strut, aka blatant gangstalking.
When I got back to my apartment, the assholes were still on the East Indian gangstalker act; they had a "do-rag" wearing male East Indian speaking with a blonde woman in the lobby, which was patently bogus, as who hangs around here? It is the second appearance for this particular act, and with the do-rag both times. The apartment manager also "popped out" from behind the mail boxes, doing his sort-of friendly routine, and yet putting on the act of not recalling my name. We conversed on the phone or met in person at least 15 times and even moved a fridge together last week, and yet he puts on the "barely know me" act.
I departed to go a half block to drop off some items for donations, and when outside I had at least a dozen gangstalkers on me, and one even crossed the road at the same time I did. Then ahead of me the sickos put on a Santa-like vagrant in a bright red coat and a same colored toque. The latter garment was absurd for the warm weather we are having. Then as I walked down the driveway, the red dressed gangstalker also turned in the same direction and paralleled me on the other side of a black steel vertical bar fence.
Then back to the lobby of this apartment block and the "do-rag" East Indian had gone, and the blonde woman in pink was still there, and then bizarrely IMHO, she gets up to go into the elevator with me. Here she was seeming to be waiting for someone to pick her up, but no, she was waiting for me to return from my short half block donation visit, and then get in the elevator with me. And when the elevator arrived, it "so happened" that the manager was in it, and for the six floor travel duration I was between the two of them, and I got out first.
I also noted another perp floor adornment that is quite common; a trail of goo/filth that extends from the elevator through the lobby to the front door. It is as if someone had something leaking from a bag and this trail had dried up, and remained uncleaned. As it "so happens", there is a similar trail of blackish something that hasn't been cleaned up in the yoga classroom. This trail extends from the classroom location where I usually work out (no choice usually, as they are all in ahead of me), to the back corner where the mats are stored. I also had a similar one in my Everett apartment in 1999 and 2000, from the apartment, down two flights of stairs to the outside door and garbage containers.
I suspect this trail is to track me with some kind of color energetic consistency as I walk along it. It is always interesting to note how long these stay persistent for, and that they seem to be "overlooked" before they are cleaned up.
1835h
After an afternoon of excessive 2 cycle motorcycle noise, the perps had me take a shit, the second time in this apartment, and the first on the plastic toilet seat instead of the padded one they put in as a "throwaway" item, and have the brown skinned East Indian maintenance worker slave on the toilet to fix the seat, tank valve and the seal last week. Of course he put the old toilet seat in a prominent location for me to "happen" to see it, and invoke some kind of deep traumatization response that goes back to my toilet training days in which the perps intruded and fucked themselves big time, and forever made me wary of anything brown colored.
That wasn't enough of a fuckover apparently as 50 years later in the course of harassing the absolute shit out of my life, they are now attempting to discover the neural correlates of the above traumatization and all its ramifications, which is my theory why they are chasing me all over town with incremental levels of brown colored vehicles (two tone brown especially) and brown dressed ambulatory gangstalkers. Plus, there are plenty of magazine, newspaper, TV and webpage presentations of brown colors that they like to put in my face. One this morning was forcing me to constantly look at this address book of my mother's with happy negro faces on it. I have never glanced at a single item so much when I had so little interest in it. And the notion of removing it did not "occur to me", meaning that the most essential of my defences have been breached my remotely applied mind-control. Just what I needed to hear.
I went to a strength training orientation session earlier today; the above mentioned crimson red force was still out; usually sweaters and jackets, but also matching hats, and often two of them side by side, sometimes with differing reds. This is a day hospital program where I get to lift weights for an hour with some cardio training as part of it. The perps have artfully scheduled it following yoga on Tuesdays and Thursdays, no coincidence that. I don't pay for this, and must keep up some involvement in these activities to keep my subsidy going for this apartment, even though I am more financially constrained as I must pay $100 more per month. And the fuckers keep making me buy chocolate, now in red colored packaging, replacing the better quality Villar's chocolate in an off white colored box. As mentioned before, I have had short periods where the fuckers have turned me totally off chocolate, to the level of not even liking its smell. As I see it, the entire chocolate "infatuation" is created by the remotely applied mind-control energies as the fuckers piss around attempting to undo the brown color adversity damage they inflicted on me, per above.
And the fuckers were all over me in the grocery store; they plated a couple at the cooler case who loitered there extensively, and finally had moved some when I made my last pass, then as I was approaching the cooler case they split apart leaving only room to go between the fuckers. This is the "split couple" gangstalk routine, and I know it well. Normally they don't obstruct my in-store destinations, (but usually post someone nearby), but this time the two gangstalkers lingered there and didn't pick anything up. The male member also put on the open mouth act, one of the most consistent moves that the ambulatory gangstalkers make in my proximity. Other variations are yawning, sneezing, coughing and eating food.
The couple didn't look too cohesive, and I see plenty of ersatz or otherwise improbable pairings in the ambulatory gangstalking panoply. Last week they put on an older semi-vagrant Caucasian male with a middle aged negro woman, one of the more ridiculous pairs I have seen in this city. In the case of the above gangstalking couple today, she was Caucasian, blonde and dressed in a mid-grey outfit, while he was a grey haired Caucasian, and might have been a slight morph-over of one of the regular male operatives that I have seen at least 10 times in all manner of circumstances, even following me into the optometrist's working area once. Past blogs have detailed the predominance of younger blonde women gangstalkers and how the perps appear to be hitching the many unpleasant demographics to the blonde woman's aura, or whatever it is that the perps are measuring.
And ditto at the checkout; and young blonde woman, almost like Paris Hilton, helping out the black curly haired woman on the till. Another of my unfavored demographics is that I do not like tightly curled hair; I don't know why, but I suspect the party that constantly plants this in my visual field knows all about it, and may have created this "problem" for themselves some time ago, back in the days of early childhood development, a la brown color problem (per above).
The perps put on their operatives doing the Amnesty International gig again, outside both entrances to the grocery store. These fuckers were in yellow shirts, another "red rag" to a bull (me), and they had these white color plastic binders with slip in sheets of paper on the front, also white. So they get a white plastic exposure, and a white paper behind clear plastic exposure for me to see, and react with in some energetic way, their quantitification objective. As it so happens, many TI's have gone to Amnesty International in the expectation that they would take up their cause, but to no avail. They are adamant about not wanting to know about remotely applied harassment and gangstalking, which suggests their organization is not all what it seems.
Anyhow, these operatives promoting Amnesty International also had on the mohawk and other weird haircuts and were well studded with silver pins and rings on their lips and face. Another viscerally loathsome demographic to me, facial mutilation. Though, I suspect the metal studs and rings are perfect objects to remotely read energies from, and all the better if it stuck through the cheek.
The motorized wheelchairs were out in force today as well, yet another unfavored demographic that got plenty of airtime in the ambulatory gangstalking games today. I must of seen at least twenty of them, and they were all the motorized ones. Again, I don't know why exactly I don't like these things, but the assholes put plenty of them for me to see, and it nearly always it is the deep red metallic finish painted variety.
The perps were also up to forcing me off the sidewalk today, they did this at least four times, in various guises. The most blatant was this two couple foursome walking on the sidewalk ahead of me, and who then stopped to natter, and then two of them found something on the sidewalk "of interest" and did their lean-overs and crouch downs, and when they stood up again, they looked at me 20' away, and then started ambling ahead of me. There was nothing on the sidewalk to look at save the yellow paint markings, and when it came time to pass these assholes, who almost seemed to be lost, I was obliged to step onto the asphalt bicycle lane to pass them. This fucking act repeated for other sidewalk doddering gangstalkers, and after two 30 minute trips, I was fed up with this beligerent fuckery.
I also got a few plasma spatterings in my vision; at the hospital elevator the duct tape on the door gave off some annoying dark green emanations, and later, the perps planted a violet horizontal bar, 12" x 1" over the mouth of a woman that had been walking toward me some 15' away, and was turning 90 degrees to go down a side street. This band of plasma was kept plastered exactly where I expected her mouth to be, and it seemed to be placed between us, even as we were each in motion.
2030h
I just finished up a scorcher of an email; the perps got me cranked up over being fucked with, more pithy than is usual for these blogs. As always, I take note of the coincident environmental "modifications", aka noisestalking, thoughtstalking and other phenomenon, when they wind me up, and this time it was clunking from nearby "neighbors" and very bright reflections of the setting West sun off the towers in my view, and said reflections have an amazing habit of beaming right into my apartment while the perps had be emotionally riled up in responding to an email, one suggesting that there will be peace, love and happiness at the end of this endless loop of an utterly fucked with existence that is of extreme interest to the most depraved and institutionally warped assholes this planet has ever suffered.
Here it is with the instigating preamble that "started it", though in fact I suspect I was being mind-fucked into it, and there was plenty of noisestalking also going on at the same time.
The email topic was Vera, and how after a compelling story of extreme duress, she "appeared" (my dubiousness showing through yet again) to have found peace. My repondent says this:
Vera seems to have found peace in her previously troubled life and she is grateful. I hope you can arrive at a place, unique for you, that is equally peaceful.And I am mindfucked into unloading on this person by writing this scorching email, all of which I believe, and it is not overstated:
It is not clear how she found this "peace" or in what form it takes. It leaves a huge hole as to how she is living her life.I intended no personal emnity, and of course "I forgot" to mention that in the letter, so let me say it here. Needless to say, I don't think that he will be replying anytime soon, and I don't blame him either. There is simply a large degree of intensity mismatch here, and my issues are way to deep and fraught to expect any non-TI to appreciate.
Without the supporting details, it doesn't offer me any solace. My perspective is wuite different; anyone who has been involved in my harassment is an utter fucking sick-minded asshole, and that includes all of my family and their gangstalking routine.
In other words, I don't expect to find any nirvana, not until I get straight answers as to why I have been fucked with for five years, 24/7, and am free from any of the apparent mind-controlling energies that are being applied to me. I see plasma and maser beams all the time, and I am constantly enveloped in a magnetic field which I have measured with an industrial grade Gaussmeter.
There is constantly applied noise that is far and above at higher levels than normal, and it is nearly always coincident with my recall and thoughts as to what is going on and by who for what reason. I call this either noisestalking or thoughtstalking, and remain totally enraged that I have been singled out, stripped of my civil rights and run out of a job, subsisting and doing nothing but being a more convenient target for the assholes who have appeared to started this since birth. And, IMHO, who are resolutely thankless in fucking me covertly for 47 years, and then have the temerity to turn on this elevated overt harassment for five years running. I cannot go anywhere in public and not be constantly stalked.
I don't care what the perpetrator's objectives are beyond total mind-control, which has been evident by progressively interferring with my faculties, the last most being my recall over 2006. Absolutely nothing would ever justify this specious and depraved assault, harassment and deprivation of liberties that everyone else enjoys while they circulate around me in color coordinated order (vehicles and in person).
No, I expect to have no comforts now, or in the event of cessation of this harassment as long as my recall and faculties have not been fucked with or otherwise modified. That, I have been clear about since the outset; who could be this fucking sick to engage in and sustain this degree of organizational depravity against one innocent citizen who has done nothing whatsoever to incurr this?
Anyhow, that's where I am coming from anytime a short precis is needed to address the true nature of this abominable affront to human dignity.
Regards,
John
And to further elaborate, when one cannot spell or type simple words, cannot read and correctly percieve thoughts, cannot recall simple personal facts of one's own history, cannot say all that is in mind (or even to have all relevant facts come to mind) and when one cannot take a shit or piss, or perform any other very simple act, without it being dithered, fucked with, all or part of the time, by remotely applied energies that are situationally applied every waking moment of one's life, then matters get very intense and stay that way all the time, assuming even one's full range of emotion is not governed down by these pernicious mind invasive barbarians.
More scorching, it is that kind of night, and very it is very likely that I have been mind-fucked into enjoining in this caustic diatribe. Hopefully it is accurate, and pithy on later reflection.
2245h
Some mellow-out time followed, though duly noisestalked with amplified street noise, in-house clunking, and the backbeat floor whacking noise, for lack of a better name. This identical noise has occured in all apartments that I have lived in with upstairs "neighbors". That statement covers four buildings in two cities in five years; it is simply amazing that I get the same neighbors overhead in each location making the same strange characteristic noise. Fucking amazing; someone dare to tell me I am not being stalked, as I am on a roll tonight.
I also got "phenomenon stalked"; masers, plasma beams, vision impairments, gentle shirt pullings, shoes tightening up, mouth dryings, mild zappings, unconventional Windows behavior etc. The perps especially liked me to be reading about poor Paris Hilton, though to be fair, I really don't follow her much, but I am most intrigued by a comment I heard on the TV, when I had it in 2004 and early 2005. Someone remarked about an earlier Paris Hilton interview that Paris should have her driver's licence taken away because she appeared to be so stupid that she would endanger the public. Now it is 2007, and she did have her driver's licence suspended and disregarded the suspension and pleaded ignorance . Most would ascribe that sequence of events to "synchronicity" or something like that. But where I come from, in having every last detail of my existence orchestrated, and where there are no true coincidences, I am inclined to believe that it was, yet again, perp managed. Who knows for sure, but there are far too many "coincidences" going on in my life, and that is one more.
Time to blog off, and call this a day.
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