Windows Upgrade; the Most Feared Intrusion

10-09-2013
An upgrade to Windows 7 yesterday caused all browser access to fail, both in Firefox and IE. Though I doubt whether it was MS's doing anyhow. There was a confluence of things going wrong yesterday; and the roofers came to my abode, with my permission, to fix the leaking stove flue. Though it does make me ponder as to why they needed to remove the E window screen and put it inside, along with raising the venetian blind. There is a door next to this window, so what gives? And their roofing tiles somehow littered the roofing stones onto the doorstep.

An Amazon order got held up due to above mentioned browser crash, and we know who likes to mess with my item orders be they personal or professional. Read on.

And due to vineyard owner family vagaries, I worked a split shift yesterday and today, taking two hours off in mid-day and coming back to get the crushing and de-stemming done with the owner's daughter. That didn't stop the perps from putting me through vinegar smell most of the day, ostensibly from the fruit flies on the grapes. The perps love to play that disgusting smell on me, and don't miss an sliver of an excuse to plant it up my nose.

The usual litany of arranged vehicle trains, oncoming and ahead and behind me were duly arranged for the two extra commutes for the two day's of split-shifting. Even returning home bound at 1900h begat the usual arranged vehicles; colors, types with the odd motorcycle in the mix. Funny how that happens, no matter how irregular my commuting hours and days are.

10-10-2013
My browser software is working, and effectively my internet access is back. I worked a straight thru day, thankfully. I wanted to fill my vehicle tank up afterward, and lo, if the perps didn't obstruct my usual fuel station with all pumps occupied and two vehicles behind me to block me from reversing out of there. I had to circle the lot and exit, replete with extra headlights aimed at me.

10-11-2013
Busy with wine-making work; plenty of red plasma flashes came on when dealing with the fermenting red wine and then heading inside to get something, due to a forced "forget". It would seem the perps are still working on their red response in different lighting conditions. The fermenting wine that just had to be kept inside last year, is doing nicely outside and the temperature is much lower thankfully. Lower temperature ferments make for more aromatic wine.

After helping the boss to get his tractor forks under a bin, there he was still sitting in the tractor ten minutes later for no apparent reason. That I ate my lunch during those ten minutes is likely something to do with this brain fart inanity, and all the more given that the tractor is orange in color. And how many times have I encountered gangstalkers sitting in their vehicles for no apparent reason in parking lots, or else participate in extended loitering around their vehicle with the doors or trunk open? They are multiple daily occurrences, and so regular that I don't report on them much in this here blog.

With winemaking, there are many things to measure often the same fermenting juice as different times of the day. And lo, if the owner's dog, a puppy still, is barking at the very moment I measure something; the dog's timing is impeccable, as in 100% over a five minute interval with at least six measurements.

The order screw up games continues; winery supplies this time. It began with no mention of backordered items, then when I get the supplies some aren't there, A "Will Call" stamp on the Order Acknowledgement amounts to nothing, and so I phone, and tell them what was missing as they didn't seem to know. One TC gasket was the wrong size as well. The items seem to be backordered, but coming soon. Today, a week later, I get the backordered items, plus the returned item the right size, and lo, if they aren't still missing one item; the only item with a quantity of 2, all the rest were a single instance item. I phone, they apologize, blah, blah and I say it will be picked up next week. What a trial, and this was once an outfit that had impeccable service. Go figure.

How do the perps present the above arranged scenario to a participating commercial party in advance? Something like; "we know you pride yourselves on excellent service and getting all the details right everytime, but we want you to look like a bunch of non-stop buffoons when dealing with our chosen victim on this order, and this is how the inanity will unfold". Or, is it a variation of the tiresome game, where an individual is at first friendly and engaging, and at some later point becomes (uncharacteristically) an asshole, thereby earning my term, "attaining asshole cred(ibility)". In this case it is a reputable firm, where they were first friendly, competent and gracious and then perform a stunt, with multiple acts of incredulous ineptitude and totally out of character, though still putting on the friendly part. Go figure.

It was yoga tonight with the male perp (IMHO- read last week's blog) instructor of five Unfavoreds (male over 20, large gut, bald head, thick frame eyeglasses dumb baggy shorts to his knee). There were only five other classmates, compared to fifteen women last week. Only one of the three babes around me last week returned. Another tall girl, about my height, blonde, and presumably a younger doppelganger for another woman some 15 years older who is also about my height. The perps ensured I admired their long limbs much more often that I would of if not polluted with nonstop mindfuck games . And the two blonde women were in the lobby after class, nattering next to me while I was chatting with the engaging and pretty manager at the desk. And getting my attention by loudly mentioning the "F-word".

One male in the class tonight, another unusual feature as there were fifteen other women in the class last week and I was the only male. Said dude hung around the young blonde girl even if he was old enough to be her father. They hid the dude behind a pillar for the most part, which was just fine by me. This dude and the male instructor performed a faux male bonding stunt in the lobby afterward; the instructor, who doesn't engage with me at all, to the point of being avoidant, came and introduced himself to the other male in the class room, and lo, when it was time for me to depart, they first put on a red dressed Fuckwit woman coming at me, and then I turn 90 degrees toward the door, the dudes (instructor and other male student) parted by two extra feet with their backs toward me, but seeming to know I was coming all the same. Very often I will get the "split couple act", where a married couple will split apart for some unsaid reason timed so I walk between them and arranged so there isn't much choice for an alternate route. But having me pass between two seeming unrelated barely-bonded males is a first.

And with the dusk onset at 1830h when I exited yoga it wasn't too much of a surprise to see a surfeit of red vehicles, though I also saw a red coated attractive woman walking past. Not forgetting the above mentioned red coated Fuckwit passing near me when inside the yoga center.

And what is with the bun hairstyles of late? They are much more predominant and even come with a fount of hair dropping down from the bun like a little mop on their head. Alien lore has it that the "breeders" (kept women) wear hair buns, so perhaps they are also part of the makeup of all those things I was shown during the three lost (read, memory deleted) years when 2 to 5 years of age.

10-12-2013
Saturday, but busy with wine fermentations and bottling. And the day I switched to a new razor insert and shaved my body hair in addition. It doesn't sound like much, but the perps go nutty on new razor insert days. Tonight they were busy infuriating me for at least 20 rage-ifications, though laundry tonight might be one additional reason. One jerkaround was having me "forget" my laundry in my vehicle for crissakes. I haven't had such provocations since about 2006, the nadir of the abusive intensity designed to drive me into much smaller living quarters by way of created evictions.

Another internet order got nixed; after I logged out it was gone and and after re-ordering the last completed order it was sabotaged with the quantities stripped out.

10-13-2013
Sunday on this Thanksgiving weekend in Canada, and even at 0800h I get a roadside photo-shoot, and lo, if they didn't have a topless woman mermaid model draped in a net and slathered in red, yellow and green some 10' up a lascustrine soil bluff with the photographer below. This is the same soil type as the vineyard/winery when I work, and I suppose it might be an erotic backdrop to get my momentary attention, though with fugly colors.

Anyhow, I best get this launched/published and call it another week in Hell on Earth.

Shouting and Pounding

1620h
Nothing but male banter and shouting since I got back from the First Feral Family house after a morning of digging up plants in the backyard and transplanting them elsewhere. The noisescape was duly increased in suburbia too; four STRATCOM bombers, followed by private aircraft then the landbourne noises of motorcycles, hot rod mufflers, performance mufflers and heavy duty vehicles. Sometimes serially, a motorcycle noise immediately followed by a loud muffler noise, and then a heavy duty vehicle noise and then repeat the cycle. As I have said many times on this blog, the perps cannot get enough noise abuse in whenever I am handling plant material; from weeding, to digging up and transplanting to soil removal from the root ball and on it goes. Way back when in high school I was on a parks program, room and board and $5/day in 1971 in Garibaldi Park at 4500' elevation, and we dug sods up on a new trail route and carried them on stretcher-like carriers to vegetation stripped areas to abate the fragile alpine regeneration there. And here we are pounding the ceiling and having male shouting going on as I write this, as it seems even thinking about or writing about these same events of this morning's noise barrage begets extra noise too. And it is a Monday, the return from the First Feral Family house visitation, when the perps go extra beserk and insane over what ever they expect to gain. It is plain fucking abusive as it is relentless.

1915h
More male banter and shouting eruptions, heard through my earmuffs and then a strobing light "reflection" off the adjacent residential tower, previously noted and photographed on this blog. This time it strobed and flickered, not just the constant "in the beam", one that unerringly finds my apartment from three different buildings over the course of an afternoon and evening. Now, to complement the voice noise, overhead pounding has also erupted. And constant plasma lighting on this LCD screen for the last few hours, changing the greyscale over the LCD in select places, usually in the form of vertical and/or horizontal bands, sometimes even shadowing text with a yellow background band, invariably on the text line I am reading of course. How would they know that?

2200h
A faux job "offer", adroitly timed by email when I was away at the First Feral Family house yesterday afternoon. The email asked if I would like to start "tomorrow", meaning today, and of course I missed it entirely. I phone earlier tonight and the person said he hired every one he needed to today. Like WTF; no phone interview, an offer by email (sort of) on a Sunday for work the next day, and then all for naught. Bizarre, and staged of course.

And the Canada Post Office is back to their unusual tricks of not putting a notice in my mailbox as to a parcel delivery today. I got to find out by way of the online tracking number that it is delivered to an address on the notice. Isn't that clever, making a reference to something I didn't recieve, and in the process, defying their basic practice of notification of parcels, by not putting anything in my mailbox. Is this the fourth or fifth time in the last year they have pulled this off? More bizarre stuff IMHO.

The overhead pounding and clunking settled down about an hour ago. And the assholes added a whole body zapping while one horrendous thundering pounding noise came on. And have I mentioned how much I hate getting zapped on this blog? At least  a dozen times or more, and it leaves me in a mighty pissed off state for the rest of the evening.

And what is with the "red testing"? I am getting momentary red plasmic blotches on things in greater quantity, this LCD display being one that is constantly befouled with this kind of jerkaround. Then when cleaning the dishes at dinner I get a momentary red blotch on the whitish bristles of the dishes cleaning brush in peripherial vision which immediately got my attention, enough to swear at them. Then again, some two hours later when cleaning the dishes for tea-time, the assholes did the same thing, adding a momentary red blotch to the dishes brush again in the identical location. Another round of swearing at the assholes. I got plenty of extra red vehicle convergence when driving into downtown today, at least six vehicles surging into or out of view at one glance.  I suppose after all the years of adding red blotches on this LCD screen, and red web pages too, the perps were looking for how I detect "normal" (created by them of course) red flashes from anomalous red flashes. I don't know, nor do I care, and nor should any fucking insane organization should be using me to find out. NOT MY PROBLEM, so why am I involved in this utterly sick abusive netherworld that amounts to total awareness containment and life-rape?

And when getting the bus yesterday, why, they put on their finest noise to accompany the arrival of the bus, me getting on, and paying my fare. That noise is, of course, the most loathed one of all, a Harley Davidson motorcycle, putting on its ripping best noise to lead the bus into the bus stop. And lo, if they didn't put a red vehicle behind it with an ill-maintained muffler that was a harmonic of the motorcycle's noise. Never has a single city had so many bad or loud mufflers in all of human endeavor, save perhaps, third-world countries, though I don't know for sure, never having much scratch for travelling. The perps went muffler noise silly in late 2006 or early 2007 and haven't let up yet. And sometimes there is no muffler causing vehicle passing by, just the added noise. One such event today was the buzzy Vespa scooter noise that "happened" as I was crossing from kitchen to desk, and have a view out to the street. I ask the assholes out loud "where is it?" (the Vespa), and what do I get to see instead? Three same red vehicles converging, passing each other on the street and no Vespa whatsoever. So here we are, nine years later of this intense fulltime abuse, and they arrange scooter noise as a set up for me to look down and see three same red sedans below. All for a two second long glimpse out the window as I was crossing the floor of my apartment, a whole 7' of distance. Such is how tightly they coordinate my existence and all things they deem I need to see, and to what ridiculous ends.

Thats the blog posting for today, as the typo sabotage is getting out of hand.

Raking Leaves Again

2200h
Another late start to describe today's gangstalking nuances and stunts. I raked leaves for five hours at my in-town brother's place, and had to deal with his perp abetting games, though nothing too malevolent; just the "lost my cellphone" as an excuse to stop and ransack the immediate locations in the vehicle, and then more "forgot this", "forgot that" as excuses to hop into the van and then back out again, then repeat. Straight out of the First Feral Family script book, just like the fossils (parents). And then when getting back from a city bus freak show, why, the power was out in this apartment building and a few others, but none of the businesses I walked past. It was a 1630h bus trip, and that spells dusk onset at this time of year, and that means extra perp fuckery. This time it was putting on two negros near me on gangstalker duty, the first white hoodie wearing one was at the bus stop ready for me when my brother dropped me off. The next negro got on two stops later in a yellow, black and white camo style hoodie and sat opposite me. It might have been the first white hoodie negro was a reference for the multicolored clothed one that sat closer. It is rare to see negros here, and it always amazes me how they manage to "show up", never mind the more complex but obvious games that unfolded on the daffodil bulb picking crew this past summer.

The power outage was for about an hour and a half, and I noticed that the perps arranged some near constant traffic congestion on the two E. bound streets that are in view. Translated, that means many slow moving lines of red tail lighted vehicles, and as one was a two-way street, the white headlights slowly coming the opposite way, W. bound, toward me. I laid down afterward, and nearly got to nap when the lights came on with the fridge compressor starting up too. It could be that the perps are very interested in me today because I was wearing leather gloves while leaf raking with red fluffy cotton liners inside them. I noticed the city bus that I was on had four deep metallic red vehicles in file beside it in the adjacent traffic lane, and I suppose this could of been part of the "red testing" they so predictibly and assiduously practice.

And I did get some red plasma flashes today while raking leaves and not just red colored leaves. And too, the perps had a red plasma flash come off the driver side door of my brother's van while waiting him to complete the "forgot something" act. The dusk onset games predictibly include red color testing, perhaps called "red baiting", though that has political tones that don't apply; this is about abuse, writ large. And during the power outage I got white flashes from the opposite residental tower that was also without power. How someone could aim a flashlight (har, har) with such precision, brightness and same flash interval is beyond me, but it did happen.

My brother picked me up immediately outside the supermarket that I frequent; he has taken to doing his grocery shopping when on this pickup beat, one reason being to purchase chocolate that we later share at lunch. Call it "brown color calibration between siblings" for the greater glory of the perp quest to understand at the deep neural level as to why I don't like brown colors, especially in some circumstances. I don't, and nor do I see why it is anyone's business but my own, and yet it has become a near world event with all manner of fuckwits chasing me down by wearing or otherwise presenting these colors. Yesterday, there were three individuals spaced some 30' apart, all walking toward me, and all wearing the same color of brown. Two of them were dudes doing the head spins/look away (at nothing) act, and lastmost was a blonde woman. All were wearing shades for some absurd reason as it isn't very bright out these days at this latitude.

And speaking of dudes; the meandering route that my brother took to get to his place today, more circuituitous than his usual long route even, was populated by these dudes doing various stunts, or even doing the street debate act. At least 20 of them for a 10 minute city trip, all presenting themselves in some kind of situation where they might belong, and others doing a basic gangstalk sentry job. I have never seen so many dudes without an apparent day job since the harassment began in 2002. It is fucking nuts that so many shiftless males appear to have nothing to do on weekdays.

When I departed from my apartment this morning to get to my brother's van an elevator arrive that was full of belongings as if packed for a move, but no accompanying personnel. There were plenty of brown colored objects like cardboard boxes, plus deep brown painted shelves, and one large powder blue unholstered chair that I had to squeeze by. And lo, if there wasn't a big emphasis on same colored blue vehicles on my way out the door, and I also had a male black leather jacketed fuckwit to tail me to the dumpster on my way out. But the curious thing was that there was no moving act outside as the source or the destination of this elevator full of belongings. Yessir, no cover story for a elevator of belongings that arrives by itself as the only availible elevator. Said elevator was broken yesterday, and working today, the two elevators alternate as to which one works on any given day.


And I see that Sarah Kershaw did a hack job on TI's in the New York Times. I was one of those that she interviewed, and at the time I thought it was odd that she was so incurious when I recounted the intense fuckover days of 2002 into 2003. Then I see that she missed the most fundamental part of what I conveyed to her; my physican recanting his entire clinical determinations of the preceding two years (2002 to early 2004), and said I was "being persecuted". And lo, if Sarah Kershaw "forgot" to mention the latter part of that tale. I will have to remind her with a letter to the editor or some such. I thought there was something going on with the way she asked some questions, as she was interested in how much time I spent online with my TI colleagues in online forums/sites. Other questions came from a clinical perspective, and yet I supplied enough information to her that debunked that notion, and she never gave up going back to clinical questions. One of the alternate energy theorists, Tom Bearden, calls this "gaming" when someone wants to hear one recount the story, or theory, and then sit there incuriously almost, and never show their faces again, leaving one to wonder what it was all about and what was the true purpose.

I will have to roast Sarah Kershaw's ass for this one, as it was a bigger hack job than the middling Sharon Weinberger story of the Washington Post much earlier in 2008. And all the time I was wondering, will the New York Times really delve into the TI life trashing story, as the newspaper is so "conservative"/hidebound by precedent. I "thought" (read, planted notion) that the story was going to get spiked, but no, it went one worse, she got it all wrong and didn't ask the fundamental question; how could so many people have the same delusion in all its details? The answer is that they cannot; disparate individuals having the same strange experiences means that it is not psychosis by definition. I told her that, and I gave her some examples, and she blew that one off too. I also told her that the preponderance of photographic evidence on my site, and others, should dispell any suggestion that this harassment is nothing but coordinated persecution. She didn't get that part right either. So there: I have staked my claim as to my involvement, and vow to at least get this refutation of her piece written up as a letter to the editor tomorrow. Another part of this that pisses me off is my mind-keepers not allowing me to ask her some questions at to where she was coming from, and what was the true nature of her inquiry. Funny how this "accepting guilessness" erupts on me.

Laundry and Other Tick Offs

1035h
The overhead pounding started up for the first time today, so this must be an important moment for the depraved mind-keepers I have.

I got a rare 0550h get-up this morning, and lo, if there wasn't the planted ticks in place on the wall as I was making the bed. (And making the bed, where I climb onto it to finish the job against the wall, is a big noise and harassment event). Soo... a trip to the kitchen get paper towels to pick them up and scrunch them was in order. And lo, if the seeming ticks didn't just self erupt anyhow, make a mess on the wall, and then require another trip to the kitchen to get cleaning supplies and deal with the mess. And it should be said, I have not had any insect bites, so that is why I suspect they are planted containing, or are simultaneously associated with introduced blood. I don't know whose blood it is, and it could me mine. There is now tick associated blood bursts on the N., S., and W. walls, with the E. wall being deficient as it is mostly a sliding glass door.

I was awakened from a strange and persistent dream about a headless horse, and attempting to bury it with the detached head, and it would come alive again. I have never, ever had such dreams of detail, or of this kind, and if they happened (read, were planted), I would always bail out and awaken and come back to reality. Now, the perps can block my reality circuit breaker and keep me in their strange dreams as long as they want.

And after breakfast, lo, if another two ticks didn't "show up" in the same wall as when I got up, the W. wall. Anyhow, I am sure the tick thing is about having me attend to things in new locations and stay their longer for the remote energetics assay activity that is the perp's quest. The early morning seemed to be about the sunlight and sunrise games, the sun directly shining into this E. facing apartment and passing by on the N. side of the adjacent tower to shine on the S. wall. In this way, the brightly sunlit wall can be seen in the mirror of the bathroom while shaving. Any excuse to add some light onto a subject the usual telltale of perps taking on more problematic events, e.g. shaving. Once I got out of the bathroom, the sun was directly shining into the apartment, over the top of the adjacent tower. It is very important to the perps that they have light passing by something as much as to what it is falling onto.

More thumpings from overhead, so that means it is an important moment, one to get my laundry from the dryer, and contemplate the persistent mess the perps have planted on the bedsheets. They like me to delay bedsheet laundering for whatever reason, and they got nearly three weeks in this time, the normal cycle being two weeks.

Another early morning "greeter" at 0550h when I parted the curtains was the septic services truck heading S., seen for two seconds at most. And what seeming municipal vehicle would be seen at that time on a Saturday? Why, the shit tanker, which may only have mine in the tank, given the strangely scripted bowel movement frequencies and the perps ability to pull substances out of one directly to some place else. As the perps are obsessed over this topic, and of course the color, their planted notion that the regular shit tanker is dedicated to me may be correct. Another who knows; totally unverifiable.

1210h
Another reason for getting me up early is to have me do my usual news web troving earlier in the day. There has been a slow move to shift this activity to the morning from the afternoon, and some of the eveningtime sites I visit, the ones of the lowest priority, have shifted forward to the afternoon. What this suggests is that the perps find sunlight conditions to be important enough to be associate with the regular web troving at various times of the day. In other words, looking at the 20 some personal blogs (mostly a stock list), was once an afternoon event, as I was being awakened so late, 0900h h, even 1000h. But today, some months later, and by increments of 15 minutes or so, the same Bookmarked category of blogs are now read about 1000h. It should be noted that accessing any of these blogs at the first page display is routinely noisestalked, and sometimes accompanied with plasma flashes and other phenomenon.

And I have been getting more spatter games; there was another round of spots on my pillow and bottom sheet, some at the foot of the bed. The above tick action has been accompanied by forcing me to look at these spots, and also faking me out with light games to momentarily create the same condition in my peripherial vision, ususally done with black maser objects. And there are at least five small divots in the counter which appear to be similar to the recent spots, and I get forced to look at these and "think" (read, planted notion), that this is a tick. Call it imposed tick "misidentification/misattribution". There had to be at least 20 such fake ticks/momentary spots created during breakfast, hot on the heels of having me look at the minor tick invasion and the concurrent emulatory black spots on the bedsheets.

These three photographs of my bedsheets and my pillow case show the splatter that has spontaneously "arrived" with additonal splatter each morning. There is a swirled arc to them as well, perhaps more apparent when one is zoomed in.


























This is the pillow case with the striated weave pattern. These seem to be flicked on, and not smeared like the bedsheet above.












Finally, the perps are over their spot lunacy, but there is invariably more. And that would be creating momentary red flashes in my peripherial and central vision, sometimes in front of this very LCD display. The perps are heavy on red exposures of late, and also ensure that many of the web pages have extra clashing reds on them, often small displays. Just another color and a plasma exposure, now close to a 1,000 per day, not including the blackish masers.

And a bout of housekeeping industriousness "erupted" when doing the laundry, when it usually does. The bathroom sink was cleaned of its greenish tinged enamel, normally white, but to little result. I suppose the perp highlight of that was re-using the J-cloth by hanging it up to dry. I also vacuumed the carpeted floor for the second time I have lived here. And finally, I swept the bathroom and kitchen floors with the broom. The perps ensure that their dust bunnies flit about and defy being swept into the dustpan in less thatn three attempts. And almost forgetting, the extra-conventional dust aggregations also got attended to, and the vacuum cleaner's strange propensity to collect dust on the handle, case and wire. A rare foursome of cleaning, and that is the first time all that has been allowed in one cleaning session. I wonder what is common about all those activities that is of interest to the perps?

There has bee more back-to-back activity consistency of late, as well as world event consistency; e.g. the Myramar cyclone followed by the Sechuan earthquake in less than a week. And of note, I was routinely noisestalked while reading about these catastrophic events, and the perps also cognitively dithered me to ensure that I was thinking about the wrong catastrophe as to the one I was viewing or reading about. The "get it wrong for us" games have been coming on strong of late, and this pertains to world events as much as having me open the wrong kitchen cupboard.

1315h
The afternoon sleepiness has also been moved ahead, and I have slipped into a sitting up sleep a few times while ready about these dragonfly drones that appear to have no mode of propulsion. When it is clear that certain agencies can operationally effect action-at-a-distance and unconventional gravitic forces, there is no end of bizarreness that can be sustained. What I do know is that they prefer metal objects to be in ring form to best facilitate their remote energetics assay capability. They also have vehicles doing 360 degree turns in the parking lot below before they park. Anyhow, I have never seen any UFO objects, and don't expect to, as my life is unconventional enough. Why add to it, as the perps must be testing plenty of other victims let alone their own personnel as well as the First Feral Family (mine, that is). And I got three loud Harley Davidson like noise bursts and trail offs while typing this paragraph, especially while doing the link. Even the church bells have put on, perhaps for something special for a Saturday, not unlike the street cleaner that went past and laid down two 6" wide tracks of wetted pavement for its 4' wide swath. (And the street sweeper games are routinely like this, never cleaning very much, and only for placing narrow tracks of wetness).

1350h
The upstairs vacuuming act has started up, telling me that this is big moment, as does the concurrent loud motorcycle noise. It is teatime.

1500h
And a minor event was scripted for teatime; a tire screech and a clunk noise, signifying a vehicle collision. Some ten minutes later, yes 10, the ambulance arrives in a siren cascade, and it idles its engine through the chocolate eating part of teatime. I took some pictures, and I am not forced into slackness, I will post them later. I am long inured to these goings on around me and that is what the perps seem to want in any event; total unemotional observation. The operative threading his way through speeding street vehicles was another such event a few months ago.

Here is the planted word of the week; Miasma

A noxious atmosphere or influence: "The family affection, the family expectations, seemed to permeate the atmosphere . . . like a coiling miasma" (Louis Auchincloss).
A poisonous atmosphere formerly thought to rise from swamps and putrid matter and cause disease.
A thick vaporous atmosphere or emanation: wreathed in a miasma of cigarette smoke.

I think this word should describe the TI harassment experience given its scope of describing umpleasant natural or unnatural ecosystems. The Energetic Miasma perhaps? Or, the Persecutorial Miasma? The Stigmatic Miasma? Something like that.

1700h
I got out to get a national newspaper to read at the convenience store below, and lo, if they didn't have some leftover Easter Cadbury Creme eggs, a long running favorite. Though more likely, it is a favorite for another party; the metallic foil wrapped chocolate (useful to them in some way), and with with white gooey whites and a a yellow gooey yolk, candied versions that is. And for that 60' walk to the grocery store I got my cellphoning babe at the apartment front doors, putting on the dumbshit act that she didn't know it was fucking dumb to block public egress, let alone when on a cell phone. But she seemed to know I was there, putting on a rotational turn as I came in close to open the door.

Then the convenience store had a gangstalker act either side of me; a halfwat putting on the extra friendly routing with the proprietor, aka Cheersing, and wizzend granny loitering around behind me in clashing blues and violet in varying orientations/poses. And of course, this was holding me up some, but not a whole lot. I suspect most of the granny acts are really one person, just morphed over to appear different. That sick person would be my mother is what I suspect. She has been known to suddenly arrive in the backyard when I got in by bus, having been circled upteen times beforehand by a granny at the downtown bus stop in white and a fugly red outfit. The morphing, aka shapeshifting, takes more time when the body size and frame is changed, where purely facial or head morphings don't take more than five minutes. Then the operative/fucker gets changed in some extra-conventional way, and then teleported back to where they came from.

And I note that after I gorged on the Cadbury Creme Eggs that a spot of 2" square brownish something "arrived" on my balcony, simulating chocolate, even if I didn't put it there. The perps need an outside brown reference color swatch close to me, and slapping it on the concrete surface works for them.

A color swatch of simulated chocolate "arrived" ahead of my pig-out of the Cadbury Creme Eggs and here it is. I still have not determined just what exactly it is, but the color is correct for chocolate. This is where the perps are at after six years of hounding my ass following 47 years of covert surveillance and a lifetime of orchestrating all my interactions. Fucking pathetic, and what is worse, it seems that they made some fundamental mistakes, e.g. forced traumatization and a early age LSD dosing that they are still attempting to dig themselves out of (they tell me), at my expense of course.


























It is pathetic all round that they cannot figure out my brown color reactions from 8' away and through the safety glass, so they add this brown swatch to the balcony. I suppose I will be the one appointed to clean up their mess. And as I type that, the overhead clunking started up.

1835h
The perps allowed a less harassed making of dinner, though they did piss me off and then add the Harley noise at that very moment. I don't know what they are up to besides continuing the pre-dinner noise after dinner. Making dinner is so rote after five years, as it is the same dish with some variations as to the base for the tortilla; tapenade (olive paste), guacamole and artichoke pesto. In the early harassment days of 2003 and 2004, they allowed me to use antipasti, a combination of tomato sauce, fish, sliced olives, beans etc., but they took me off it in 05-2004 and tightly rationed me on what kind of red foods I was allowed. Presently, they are trying me again, on tapenade with some tomato in it. I assume the ingestion of red food interferes with their remote energetics assay work, which would include anything red in my proximity. The term "proximity" might mean 400' now, depending on color, time of day, lighting conditions, orientation etc. I see that they are doing some testing from that distance with some colors of vehicles, and less of them in close, save dusk onset, which is right about now. I was getting the plasma spot beam streaming in and pulled the curtains to block it. That wasn't satisfactory, so they strobed the beam and had it "arrive" inside my apartment just to piss me off. The perps control me to be highly reactive to stroboscopic light of all colors, when I never was before.

I am at a loose end tonight, having got up so early today. Perhaps the perps want to also shift my later evening music listening to this earlier time with dusk onset.

1955h
I am getting firecrackered, and it way too early for Canada Day, July 01. And of course, someone zaps me at the same instant as the bang, so only the source of the noise has changed, not the practice.

2210h
The perps shut down the entryway ceiling light, both bulbs, and messed with the holding nut so I couldn't access it by hand. I am looking at stereo components again, one of my regular haunts, futile as it is. Regular readers will know that my music intake is highly contrained, along with having masses of metal in the form of speaker magnets, amplifier transformers and the like (both in my locker). And of course the reality is that any stereo gear is unaffordable, save the headphones they allow me to have.

2240h
Time to call another day done in the service of the mind constrained miasma that is my life.

Emailing For a Faux Incapable Brother (plus 04-23-2008 updates)

1115h
The most loathed noise of them all, the chopped Harley Davidson noise ripping by, was created just when I typed up the title of this posting. I get about 30 or so per day, which is entirely fabricated by some noise projection means, as there is no such authentic activity in this neighborhood.

My in-town brother phones me to send emails on his behalf, making out he is too cognitively impaired to send it himself. This has been the second such event in two days, and suggests ulterior motives, never mind the fact that he can web sruf to craigslist and another local site selling used furniture, his hobby for extra monetary returns. He claims that it is "too difficult" to copy and paste a email address from craigslist into Outlook. (Craigslist seems to be going to the wrong email software, the new Windows Email, instead of Outlook). The timing of his calls is after I have had a long spell on the PC, more than two hours of web surfing or so, with an accompanying noise show from outside. The entire grovelling and premise is totally suspicious, if not facile, and is only one more First Feral Family, (my immediate family), strange behavior that has no precedent before the harassment started in 2002. Just more games, sending his email for him, all to include his phone number.

My prediction for a restless Monday night to get to sleep did not come to pass. They let me get to sleep after 30 minutes or so, after they enraged me with tickling my nose on each side, forcing me to sweep off the putative hair that was "causing" it. Of course the tickles were on each side of my nose in the usual form of harassment which suggests the perps are still totally clued out about reading my left and right side energetics from afar. This is consistent with the fact they send these oncoming ambulatory gangstalkers past me on my right side, the "left hand drive" pedestrians that now dog me when outside. Sometimes they put three on in succession, having these idiots making excuses to pass me in normal contravention to all pedestrian etiquette in North America. It does make me wonder if the entire world's choices as to left hand or right hand drive vehicles has been decided in some conspiratorial way; some left-hand drive countries in the Northern Hemisphere, UK and Japan, and some in the Southern Hemisphere, Australia and New Zealand. As noted in past blog postings, there are also an inordinant number of used direct Japanese import vehicles (left-hand drive) in this city, and "somehow", the regulatory agency for vehicle registration is allowing this. These are of course gangstalking vehicles, and I can be sure of seeing one or more everytime I am out walking. These vehicles have even been used to gangstalk my mother and I, having just got out of her vehicle, and some 8' away after locking hers up, a left-hand drive Japanese vehicle comes swooping through the parking lot to pass within 4'. Another coincidence, as the Monday morning vehicle driving with my mother is about the most gangstalked event going. Yesterday, I reckon that the perps put on at least 2,500 mobile and parked vehicles for a 20 minute drive. There was also the predictable pairing of a white vehicle in front of us, and then a "featured" vehicle in front of the white vehicle, putzing along at 25 mph, absurdly slow for this city, but no passing room of course. Yesterday's featured vehicle was a two tone mini-van, deep red and a mid grey, a matching greyscale tone. Which suggests the perps cannot yet figure out the interaction of deep red energetics with me with an intervening white reference color vehicle. They have used white cube vans and white commercial trucks in this arrangement on this identical run, in the same putzing mode. Which suggest the perps are fucking clueless in determining my red color energetics interaction. Hence, yesterdays noted red plasma flashing and web page augmentations, and they are on the same track today. And that means, they aren't done with me anytime soon, undertaking this nonconsensual energetics research on me and still fucking around with the color arrangement some 40' away. And of course, they also have my mother as a reference beside me. That all this remote research stems from past perp fuckups in my developmental years, although speculative, is even more galling; the essential problem is that they won't come out of the closet and declare themselves as my hidden harassment agency. Meanwhile, this absurd game spins on for another year. This is the part that I don't get; six years of harassment could be compressed into six months if they had sought cooperation. But no, the charade must go on, and hopefully I will be allowed to recall that pithy synopsis, unlike other determinations as to the mentality of the assholes and their imposed fuckery.

1840h
Two hallway conversations outside my door followed after dinner and dishes. I have been getting this mind-fuck barrage of planted notions of a imminent cessation of harassment hostilities. Regular readers will know I get these every two months or so, but this is the second in a week, which is tiresome, as in been there, done that, refuted it and was correct again. I don't know why the perps do this as they have done it since early days, 2003 at least, and have continued. There is far too much invested in irradiating this city, me, everything around me, the hundreds of shills and quislings that are on demand, the thousands of operatives, the mega-scale projects like building a condominium tower a half block away and then leaving it empty, another two residential towers are empty, and another tower is going up a block away, and another one in the opposite direction. Did I mention the thousands of driving shills as well, the close spaced traffic that numbers up to a thousand or more on each of my 30 min./direction walk to the gym of mobile vehicles in configurations by vehicle color, vehicle type and other features?

And while typing the above, another hallway confab went on outside my door, the third in 20 minutes at this key harassment moment of dinner digestion. And then a siren noise went off, over top of the faked high speed traffic noise.

Back to the planted notion that the perps are going to initiate an immediate cessation of harassment. As I mentioned, they do this every so often, since 2003, and my mantric response is "another year", and while not specific prognostication, so far, I have been correct. Meaning, there won't be any such thing happening in the near future; there is simply far too much investment in the harassment of me, a lifetime, for them to "give up" over some arbitrary deadline. The perp exercise of deceptive cessation imminence must be to tease out my responses in mind, and to elicit thought from the very last brain region they cannot yet fully pervert/control from remote locations. The only upcoming accomplishment milestone is 100% mind control, and as far as I can tell, the only thing they cannot pervert is the self-talk about making judgements about people, aka the freakshow participants as I encounter them, and logical congruity.

Anyhow, I went to the gym, and my classmates were reduced in number; only three class freaks, with Ethnic Gut parading around me, and featuring himself everytime I "happened" to look up. He was even in place to be seen when I arrived, heading up the stairs. In the first 8 minutes I was there, he "happened" to be in my view six times when I was in at least three differing locations. It is driving me fucking nuts having this oily, grotesque large gutted fuckwit hound me around the place, in a biright yellow shirt to make himself extra obvious today. The gym gangstalking was at the moderate level today; they put on plenty of operatives to tie up the equipment and make sure I was kept moving around in the sequence that they wanted, and to interupt me by parking an operative close in. I wasn't allowed to use the treadmill, as all eight were taken, so it was back to the stationary bicycles again. There, I had an Asian on one side, and a later loud fushcia dressed woman on the other side. As mentioned, there is a greater preponderance of reds, violets, pinks and fuschia colors planted around me, and they will even flash some plasma in my central or peripherial vision if they don't have sufficient props at the moment the deem to need an "exposure" to red colors.

In the floor exercise room, four of the operatives kept moving in closer to me, surrounding me and pinching in. They haven't done this before, as the format of being distributed over the room, rather than against one wall, is new. One of the two male class coordinators got his brown hair bleached to a very pale straw color, looking semi-freaky, which was probably what was intended. He has incrementally made himself to be freakish. One of his past acts was to have a stud through his eyebrow, and another through his lip into his chin. The big question is, is he classified as a class freak owing to his progressive freakiness when he wasn't at the outset? Don't know, but it seems this act has a long way to go, all of itself.

Another round of hallway voices erupted while I was attempting to think of a word to complete the above, read, being purposely word blocked.

I had my 50 or so ambulatory gangstalkers on my walk to gym and back; they went for native Indians today, I had five in all, when there isn't any usually. At the "freak stop", a recent location where a freak is featured in the front yard of an apartment building, they had a different one in each direction, doing the bullshit act, and one was on the Coffee Corps duty with his mug outside. Regular readers will know that the perps most difficult color seems to be brown, and so they pack around coffee, even TO the coffee shop, as some kind of standardized portable color reference. And of late, they are also adding more corrugated box material to the gangstalking, even with coffee; the pizza box, mailings as I go by the post office, map tubes, brown envelopes and a few others.

Other oddities were that one "just standing-there" fat dude at one intersection early in my return walk from the gym "just happened" to be getting off the bus at the other end of my walk, 20 minutes later. Had he caught the bus after I saw him the first time, he would of been long gone; to coordinate his arrival with mine, he would of had to have passed up 15 minutes worth of buses before taking a 5 minute ride to then gangstalk me again on my route. That takes coordination, as one must know my walking rate along with the bus travel times. Given that this has happened before with others, it cannot be a coincidence.

I also got my boom truck stalking today, four of them clustered on one job. These are the service trucks that come with an extendible boom and platform to reach the overhead powerlines. One was holding the wires up by a temporary cross strut, and two boom trucks were working on the powerlines, hooking onto a new pole. This was on the opposite side of the street as I was heading for th gym. The fourth truck didn't have any apparent task, and it was parked closest to me, in the adjacent street parking stalls. All the trucks were the same color, a mid-green color, and all had yellow painted booms with a white colored platform. I assume the closer truck was for close-in color referencing, much like how the crumb games seem to be. And about 120' later, the perps put that same boom truck green in my peripherial vision, making out that the adjacent gasoline station curb was painted the same color, which it wasn't, being a bare concrete surface. These planted faux color flashes in my vision, central or peripherial, are becoming more common of late, and in this case, it seems to be a time dependent re-enactment of seeing the same color of only a few minutes earlier, that of these four service powerline boom trucks.

I had at least 10 operatives on staring duty, but to be fair, I would call this an extended glance; a little longer than is socially normal, but not an outright stare. The perps seem to be curtailing the stare duration of late, and time it to subsecond durations and to keep it close to social bounds. Naturally, stare duration is culturally defined, and the perps know exactly how long that is for me, and then advise, or control, the assigned gangstalkers directly.

2115h
Another hallway confab outside my door, I have lost count now. But is has a predictable pattern; if I start a new activity, or new topic in this blog, the hallway voices start up again.

2125h
More hallway voices outside my door as I change topics again, along with having me swear at the blatant typos, characters that they put in, and weren't typed by me.

Another perp trait is nailing someone with false accusations, and have them sweat it out for a time; minutes, hours, or more often, years. I have had a few short term ill-considered accusations in my time, but never had to fight through the legal system for years or do jail time. But as it so "happens", two long standing cases were tossed out of court today, one in Ontario, Canada, the other in New York State. I haven't followed either of these cases in the past, and only became aware of them today. (My entire web access and display is orchestrated, so I consider these news items to be arranged for me). The Baltovich retrial ended with the prosecutors throwing in the towel, and not presenting any evidence. Absolutely stunning, meaning they didn't have much of case to begin with. This ordeal has lasted 18 years, with some six or more years of the defendent spent in jail.

And in New York state, Steven Kurtz was released, the trial called off for lack of evidence. "Only" a four year ordeal for him. Time without fail, especially on 60 Minutes, there has been stories of unjust prosecution, e.g. the Don Seigelman case, and it can only be assumed by me that the perps want me to see these examples of injustice, and somehow react in a way that the perps are looking for something. No doubt they had a hand in arranging these "mistakes" or malicious prosecution, and are no doubt monitoring the suspect/injustice victim as well, especially if they can get them to jail and monitor them in confined quarters. That is my conspiratorial theorizing for the day, and I am sure the perps wanted me to air it as another instance of reading these stories they arrange for me, not to mention the "coincidence" of both these happening on the same day, only in two different countries.

2045h
The overhead pounding has started up, likely timed to images, usually unpleasant ones, that are planted to be "associated" with what I am reading, a travelogue of Australia. Lucky me, I have a party inserting phobia related concepts in mind, and then hammering the ceiling overhead.

2100h
More conversing in the hallway outside my door, thankfully a passby of five seconds or so, and not the malingerers.

2250h
Another round of hallway chatter outside my door with the headphones on and listening to a Mike Wallace interview. There seems to be more "noise mixing", adding one noise on another, often of the same kind (voices), and one is relatively familiar, e.g the hallway voices, while Mike Wallace's guest, Erich Fromm in this case, wasn't.

Time to call this one done for the day, even if I "missed some", read, recall purging, relating details of the street gangstalking today.

No Tea Break

1450h
One of the regular events the perps script is an afternoon tea break, usually with a 100g of chocolate, more brown colored food they like me to have for their remote assay reasons.

But today, after screwing my recall of what I needed to shop for, they choked down the usual chocolate, (read, manipulated the shelf stocking), and instead, settled for brown dressed gangstalkers instead. At the location where I pick up the brown sprouted wheet tortillas they had posted a sentry, a long coated brown male standing around dumbstruck, and who usued this countenance to remain in place after I moved on. Another brown dressed gangstalker also swooped by, about 6' distant. This is an exciting moment for the perps, putting on less than eight gangstalkers around me when acquiring a brown colored food staple, and no less, having them posted wearing brown clothing. Next they will post two tone brown sentries, and who knows, even more brown color variants, and then only one sentry after that.

I was full measure for being gangstalked when I set off for a 10 minute round trip shopping, having run out of my daily staple this morning, peanut butter. For some reason, they did not want me to stock up in advance of depleting the current jar of it. This happens often; backup supplies are not always allowed, and then I am forced to run out and get the item within the day.

My brief shopping trip and the rest of the orchestrated cast on the street would take more blogging time, and for "some reason" I don't want to go through the details, except to say that the lead-ahead gangstalkers are now "accompanying me for a city block before they head into the very same grocery store, putting on the head spins in their black hats, the not-so-secret agents that have this town bought and paid for.

Another case of "bread stalking" erupted when I made the short trip to the grocery store. This strange steel box leaning against a wall had a plastic bag full of buns inside, and a gangstalker came by to pick them up and manipulate them as I walked by.

And as I write this I am getting severe amounts of vision impairment along with plasma flashes on screen. They like to have yellow flashes from this LCD display, usually aligned with text or sometimes the vertical scroll bar. And I suppose it wasn't any surprise that they parked a white trades van outside of my apartment, on the street, with bright yellow stringered ladders on the roof as the first vehicle to seen upon opening up my curtains at 0900h. This was a forced 10 hour sleep, but for no apparent reason, save starting my day later than I like. In other words, no sleep disruption games that I can recall.

1510h
A glass bashing noise has erupted in the hallway, which is totally absurd, as the recycled garbage is dealt with on the ground floor. Simultaneously, electronic chirping noises erupted, all the more to keep me under the perps microscope of realtime neural energetics research.

1545h
I am still being wrung out as to the disruption of my long standing routine to have a tea break with chocolate, and just might settle for tea alone. The perps make sure my "reactions" are controlled and suit some kind of agenda, often to annoy me as it is totally out of character. The masers are also busy flitting and drifting around in front of my eyes, and sometimes are too thick to see properly.

1715h
Tea without chocolate after being forced into "dilemma" about the chocolate accompaniment. And the outside noise was ramped up for at least 20 minutes beforehand, and for at least that long when drinking tea an doing the dishes. I don't have both hands free to plug my ears during these activities, and this is the very time they crank up the noise. And for my benefit (IMHO), the perps laid down a coat on the sidewalk, black mostly, with a slash of red going through it. This suggests that they need some kind of energetic reading from the sidewalk and ground, through this coat, and hope to distinguish the black (no color technically) and red color energetics. And it suggests that they need a long time horizon to have this occur, and hence, the jacket only, no vagrant or other bullshit act sitting in mid-sidewalk. Yesterday's back and forthing supposed "newbie" gym class member dressed in a red shirt suggests something similar; the perps need extended durations of red color exposure, and from live beings, or their garments. Not my problem, so why am I being hounded all over this city for it?

The masers are getting annoying today; the fuzzy ball kind are flitting all about, usually in pairs. And for mentioning that, I got three loud outside noises; a faux bus over-revving, squealing brakes and a hotrod "performance" muffler noise. The perps like me to comment on their own fuckery more than anything. More faux seagull noise, and they do not roost around here, so where is all this noise comng from? The answer will be the same as in the above paragraph; as in NOT, for the cowards of the juvie-gods do not like to show their face and front from this ongoing abuse they have inflicted upon me. On with more noisestalking.

I note there is a new crosswalk in mid-street where I have a view from my apartment. This is the location where a mysterious myriad of jaywalkers frequent, and now, they get to cross the street legally. Where all these people come from is the central curiousity; any moment I look up, even for subsecond durations, one or more individuals is crossing the street. They now get to walk over the twinned 30" sewer pipes that were installed about a month ago, and I suspect they might have some bearing on the perps' study of its contents. And the contents may well be only coming from me if the dearth of authentic tenants in this apartment is an accurate appraisal, same as the last apartment block.

1800h
The overhead pounding has started up for the first time today, all to accompany my dinner digestion it would seem. I rarely read past blog postings to determine consistency, as I cannot rely on what I recall, as it is all too often compromised or manipulated. The sunshine games are also on; the apartment tower opposite gets unusually bright and fills this E. facing apartment, even at this time of day, with bright light.

I had more obvious masers with me at dinner tonight; for the first time I was allowed, or it was modified, for me to see the fuzzy object with depth perception. This is a strange first, as these fuzzy ball masers, aka "zingers", have never been seen as anything more than two dimensions. I don't find any excitement in that, and it likely portends much more of the same while this absurd game of constant abuse continues, all without the perps declaring themselves. I cannot see any end soon, even if they pump with such suggestions all day long, day after day. Which might be their method of communicating and detecting the last remants of my brain stem they cannot yet manipulate. I have also been getting some red flashes of late, and often it will follow viewing something red on my LCD display, or arise from a dark corner. And I have no idea if my reaction to them is my own, or them planting it on me. They have surrounded me with red plasma on occasion, and I didn't like it one bit. I passed those neurological tests where they flash lights at one, twice. The latter test was scheduled after the harassment and abuse began in 2002, and there must of been something that went wrong, because after that, they deluged me with headlights, or any other kind of light for the next two weeks. And all the time I would avoid these directed beams, and finally they set me up with a vehicle that pulled out in front of me, and with its rear windows darkened down, they fired a red laser pulse at my eyes, and from then on, they backed off on this extreme harassment. For those two weeks the perps went totally rabid, all because of a medical test they scheduled for me caused some kind of change to my eyes, or else to their remote bioenergetics activity.

1850h
I am not allowed to pee in a toilet about 20% of the time without the pee stream being re-directed by some unseen force. Yet another imposition that increased in significant frequency once the perps made themselves overt to me in 2002.

2115h
I am listening to late 1950's Mike Wallace interviews; these become grist for the perps messing with the sound by adding reverberations, and similarly with the video, adding color into black and white imagery, pixellation changes, and changing skin tones. The latter is a huge deal for the perps, adding greyed or darkened faces on Caucasians in print, online or for real, and there seems to be boundless fuckery on that front.

I watched the Mike Wallace interview with Jean Seberg, all of 19 y.o in 1958; a class act and a very intelligent person, but I couldn't help but wince when Mike Wallace predicted a very promising career ahead of her. Little did he know that J. Edgar Hoover would later hound her and drive her to suicide, all because he didn't like her later support of the Black Panthers. On publicly released documents, his handwriting stated, "she must be neutralized". Fucking outrageous, and no mark of a free and democratic country, though for me, I am done with that notion.

2305h
Time to call another day in captivity done, and ponder the next one, though I don't expect any excitement, as the theme of late has been to exercise more social interaction. That is, they haven't got to bottom on that one yet. Lucky me.

Downtown Swarms

0940h
The number of ambulatory gangstalkers has increased, especially for 0845h when headed to the bank and the driver's licence office to have it renewed. (Thanks to the perps for driving with an expired licence for two weeks, the second such incident in jerking me around with expired driving papers.) Many of the stores were still closed, but that didn't stop the "locals" from window shopping and pausing in mid-sidewalk with their coffee or Coca Cola bottle held in front of them, in the now traditional "Coffee Corps". The entire timing of this two stop downtown visit may have been for me to be walking back with the sun directly aligned with the street direction, such that it was in my eyes, and most of the "pedestrians" were back lit, again, an additional opportunity for the perps to play lighting games to darken down the faces and lighting of anyone walking toward me. Another recent addition to the gangstalking realm is to have vehicles with heavily tinted side windows with the occupants barely detectable. That so many of the facial depictions on web sites are lit as if in a dingy basement hasn't gone unnoticed either.

I got the lime green colored clothing out in force; at least six such outfits in two blocks; it is tedious to have these same colors paraded around me. Then it was the rose pink gang, even in the bank, and then a doorway blocker operative again in a frozen pose that had his arm elevated at my head level, putting on the act of pretending he didn't notice me through the glass. This dude rushed the exit door over the width of the sidewalk just as I was arriving to push it open.

I also got the door exit swarm at my apartment building; seven of the operatives were already on me before I got to the sidewalk from the apartment's front door, a distance of less than 20'. It is simply amazing as to how much investment the perps make for even the most trivial of events, yesterday's crumb attack on my coffee mug being the most perverse yet. When I got back, they had two operatives standing in the elevator that was at the main floor; one got out, the other needed to go to the basement. This game is also new; the elevator is clearly at the main floor, there are no indications that it has just arrived from the overhead location lights, and then the door opens once I get close enough to press the button, and an operative "happens" to be there, and then out pops an operative on gangstalking duty. I suspect the operative has been in there for a while, maybe even five minutes, as this is a regular play.

1100h
More vision impairments and the usual constant display of masers and plasma beams. The noise stalking is on, perhaps even muted for this time of day, the pre-lunch time noise ramp-up.

1415h
An imposed break to drink pop, ginger beer in this case. Its light brown color is likely the real reason, as it emulates that of one's stomach contents. There are more brown variation tests going on; today's bank teller was an Asian with a brown top on. And I note that the workout class leader now has a brown sweatshirt after some months of a grey one. What do all these people sporting brown clothing and vehicles know about me and my subconscious reactions to specific colors, as I don't really know. Once I drank the ginger beer and washed the glass, the perps laid on some persistent red plasma flashes in front of me, at least a 6" diameter patch that stayed in front of me. For some reason I find this very disturbing, and I have no idea why. It was the same arrangement as yesterday when they pulled this stunt on the street.

And the perps have laid on more red flashing of late; anytime I close my eyes it will "happen", on the street when passing through shade and then sunlit shadows, and other intrusions as they see fit. They can't get enough if it. I read somewhere that one of their (US) "terrorists" in captivity was treated to an all day stroboscopic torture while kept chained the inside of a cargo container. I haven't had the red flashes this bad thankfully, and if it were happening, I know exactly where to go. It is very likely that much of the "redition" and Guantanamo prisoner tortures are to support the perp's current drive that Targeted Individuals come to know firsthand. Its all about the psi energies is my short take on this, and not "merely" mind control, over which I am noisestalked should any uncontrolled thoughts occur.

The perps are keeping me off chocolate these days, which is a welcome relief from the financial aspect, but that reprieve is short lived. Each of my three pairs of jeans is developing accelerated wear in the seat, right under the right rear pocket. It is most unusual, and I have never had this problem before. Two pairs are less than 18 months old, and I have never had jeans that wore out this fast before, and I always buy the same kind.

Though I did note that the jeans faded to a light blue in three laundry cycles, so it could be that the perps want to now test a darker blue, as the they seem to have made some progress with light blue, now a rare vehicular gangstalk color. That the family car was light blue for some 20 years, I suspect that the perps gained something from this color exposure. My one-time friend repainted his Alfa Romeo from silver grey to the same light blue, and I am quite sure this was in keeping with the perp's imperatives and direction. There are many more navy blue gangstalking vehicles out now, especially noted when I first step outside.

1810h
An imposed 1 hour 40 minute nap again, leading up to making dinner, the most frequent timing sequence of these unneeded excessive sleeping events. Plus, I am rendered to be in a blotto/zombie mode afterward, the usual post nap mind state that must serve ulterior motives.

And the noisestalking was ramped up all the time dinner was prepared, eaten and the dishes done. The overhead pounding (concrete floor), started up when I was cleaning and drying the frypan, an object of considerable perp fixation, including trashing the last one. As I am using the green kale pesto sauce, and it seeps into the tortillas, it is of intense interest to the perps who have yet more color games to play for this one.

And I am reading about mind/life control as conveyed by Allan Yu; it seems he has come from a military background in Taiwan, and has more inside details than I could expect to glean, being kept in a state of being the last to know anything about my circumstances, including the subconscious traumatizations the perps keep beating on and stimulating for their testing/remote assay purposes. Interesting that he uses the terms of mind/life control as the same, which in my experience is exactly what is going on for me.

1830h
More coughing outside my door; just like old times at the putative rooming house, the perps cannot get enough noise planted in my life, so they post their operatives outside my door. (Or else it is a facsimilie thereof, projecting the sound to be there, when in fact the source is elsewhere.)

And it is curious as to how much coughing and hacking goes on still, and these are the supposed "healthy months" of summer. And of note, that they often come from opposite sides if the perps can arrange their cover story.

1910h
The dusk time lighting games are on; I am being illuninated by a unseen light source from the East, at dusk (correct, not West), which is casting shadows on my keyboard as well as being used to strobe me with flashes. This is a near daily event for cloud free days, and who knows, they maybe alternating the weather just to continue their testing and remote energetics assay work. I see that they have also got a balcony full of shirtless rubes it the tower some 120' away facing me, and as with all things in "my" (read, as orchestrated) purview, I am forced to look at this show every so often. Given the unconventional attire of this tower's residents in making their egress, I do wonder if it is populated, and bereft of tenants as was my last two locations, as this current apartment may be. It is all very curious, as anytime I meet someone in the elevator, they are on the gangstalking payroll, judging by the selective colors they are wearing or the demographic fit. Three towers of 12 stories is whole lot of residence dislocation, but I would not be surprised if true. The extent that the perps go to have crumbs, food, nightime arrival of ceiling hooks and just about anything else placed as a surrogate for their action-at-a-distance games for nonconsensual human experimentation continues to boggle my mind. Why not cut a deal and get this litanty of torment over in a month, instead of running me and my life into the ground? It is fucking depraved to say the least.

The typo sabotage is getting out of hand; six attempts to spell a four letter word; what is the matter with these sickos?

2010h
Three attempts before I was allowed to upload these picture from the last few days. It never ends. More of my pictures didn't "turn out", and some have never occured. I have taken three pictures of the massed shopping carts at the Safeway I pass by, and not a one has shown up on the SD card.

Here are the highly contrasted lighting situations out of my window two days ago (07-23-2007). The dark dusktime clouds and the opposite tower still in sunlight. Very unusual for this area.














I didn't plan this shot; but there are plasma projections (ghosted images) from the overhead wires, though only the horizontal wires.














A shot of bicycle stalking; a broadside in close, about 6' away; all for what; he was on the road anyhow, why go on the sidewalk in midblock?














Three pickups arranged for similarity; same rack. This isn't a pickup truck town by any measure.














2235h
Time to call this a wrap for the day; I got some Youtube music clips in that weren't too perp influenced, and the typo sabotage I am subjected to is fucking senseless.

Recent Advances in Mind Control of Temporal Awareness

1125h
Another case of longtime habit disruption/cum mind-fucking. I "somehow forgot" to shave the mustache portion of my face today, again, something that has happened only since the harassment started up, and about two years ago when they could first fuck me out of this part of my daily routine.

A five minute trip to LD for toothpaste only turned into a nonstop freak show from begining to end. It all began when I had just readied myself to go out and my in-town brother "happened" to call about moving the last of my belongings from his place. That necessitated a call to the building manager to unlock the storage area before I headed out the door. Regular readers will know the the microphone pickup of the phone serves as a surveillance device, as do all sensors, in remotely assaying one's energetic activity (both mind and body scalar energies, IMHO).

And while talking to my brother, "I" (as in mind-fucked me) mixed up the words 'yesterday' and 'today', which has never happened before, proof to me of mind control or else a severe clinical impairment that the doctor chooses to ignore, take your pick. I did not "notice" that I made this "mistake" until my brother pointed it out to me. This mind-fucking at this level is a new advancement and may well represent an increase of the perp's ability to fuck my speech and syntax in greater degree than ever before.

The theme of the perp stunts for the short shopping trip to LD was white and blue colored clothing; all white, white pants, white hat and same color sweater as my teal blue vest, white and black. And also, the mid blue of jeans, with a shift to light blue clothing when in the LD store. Listing the constant gangstalk freakshow events in bullet form:

• a palette jack gangstalk, the operative crossing the street on a no walk signal with a palette jack in tow, and then turning 90 degrees and crossing the same street I was, paralleling me, he crossing behind a silver grey Volvo wagon at the traffic light,
• the male buddy act, both in late 50's with white hair, bumping into each other and almost holding hands passing me, yet again, at a sidewalk constriction,
• a "just sitting there" (sentry duty) dude all in jeans wear opposite a constriction in the sidewalk where his deep red metallic red bicycle was located with his same colored helmet,
• a "just standing there" act at the top of the stairs, this 50 y.o. dude in the same blue clothing, but not jeans wear, and not even the cigarette break cover story,
• three MIW, men in white, the "staff" of a new bakery that is next to a supermarket (unbelievably), three of them, loosely clustered outside their store to force me to walk between them,
  
• two more gangstalkers ahead of me, one with a same colored sweater as my teal vest,
• two more gangstalkers erupted from the LD store, seemingly together, one in a wheelchair, representational of the handicapped demographic,
• a white haired male in a light blue color dress shirt and a large gut (aka fat guy) which was seen in profile schleps in ahead of me, then he slows down in the entry area to "peruse" the newspapers,
• two more "staff" come at me as I am on my way to get toothpaste, one wearing the same light blue colored dress shirt as the fat guy,
• at least two more faux customer gangstalkers pop out from behind a pillar as I am on my way to the checkout,
• at the check out the fat guy (above) in a light blue shirt is still at the newspapers, putting on the bend-over act in "deciding" which newspaper to select,
• another light blue shirted male staff member cruises by, 8' away, while still in the checkout line,
• a large woman in black sneaks up behind me to putz with the magazines 2' from me, also doing a bend-over behind me, as an ostensible staff member, though not in blue,
• as I finish up at the checkout I get a "customer" standing in my way, and I get zoned out on dealing with my change from a $20, one of which is a $5 bill, also in light blue
• I get out of the store and there is a large woman in brown clothing on the cell phone blocking egress,
• another elderly woman (a certified demographic) gangstalker comes at me to then arrive in a walkway constriction point where a manekin is placed on a chair outside a clothing store
  
• then the non-jeans wearing but same color of blue dude on sentry duty (above) has decided to gangstalk me at the corner,
• the wheelchair and "friend" act (above) who should of been long gone as they exited the LD store when I entered are putzing about on the walkway, and appear to be engaged in some mindless stunt, all smiles,
• once I get near my apartment, a male with the mental and physical handicap act "happens" to be entering the door ahead of me, ("meeting" there for the third time in as many weeks), wearing the hated white pants with a black colored coat on (an open-mouther act too),
• there were a few more freaks enroute, and in the LD store, and I cannot recall the remainder.

1740h
My brother came to drop off the last of my belongings that are stored at his place; he stretched this out to arrive at the time I would ordinarily be making lunch, to extend my gangstalking exposure time without having a recent meal (only breakfast since 0830h).

And as it so happened, some of the more useful items came in this load, two garbage cans, the toilet cleaning brush and the almighty plunger, the most needed item of in dealing with the shit games the perps keep planting on me, as past blogs have detailed.

Moving the belongings from his van to the the door was the usual gangstalked event; one of the fuckers was in a white varsity type jacket with white leather arms and a dark blue torso portion. He was firstly on his cell phone outside the building, and then joined us later for a ride in the elevator. The children from the putative daycare on this floor were in the hallway sleeping in their stroller, and later, the daycare operator was walking the same stroller outside near us unloading boxes. And by dint of fluke, related to the current perp innudation of the color orange everywhere, the child's blanket was orange, and it was clear I was to see it in the hallway under artificial lighting conditions, and then again in daylight. Other shiftless males walked by, and then reversed direction within a few minutes to come from the opposite direction, especially the brown skinned dude with his mouth hanging open.

As I was busy humphing boxes, I cannot recall all the gangstalking action that was coursing about, but I did note that my brother parked beside the curb gutter puddle again, the only instance of a puddle within many blocks, as the water was not sourced from any recent rain. Fortuneately, there were no puddle dumping games, even if we had to work over top of it, as he parked further away from the curb this time.

Then after moving the boxes into my apartment, my brother has a "sudden" liking to my office chair, and uses this as an excuse to sit in and try it out. Of course he passed on the offering of an identical free chair last week, as he took it to the local charity for me. This was a feint for him in his brown coat to sit in it and provide the sickos with some brown color energetics assay possibilities as I don't have such a colored garment. He also go into his sunglasses again for no reason, as he was in the shade or inside the building. It is the second time he has put on shades midway through moving my items to my apartment. Naturally, he was evasive as to why he put them on, and had them slipped down his nose for the elevator trip up. The operatives wearing shades even on rainy days is nothing new, all part of the sick minded freak show that the assholes have cast me into.

The unpacking of boxes is also an excuse for the perps to put things back in that they have stolen previously. And it so "happened", that the fuckers who stole my car speakers and CD deck from my parents' place only the week before I wanted them installed in readying my vehicle for turnover to my daughter, put these items in my boxes. There was no way any kind of mistake was made, and my mother was "attempting" to understand how these items went missing from her house at the time.

Related to this, the installation of these items could be a birthday present for my daughter who is now driving the vehicle. And her birthday is three weeks hence.

And part of the arrangement in my sorting through my belongings is that I truck the unwanted items to the charity a half block down the street. I made three trips to accomplish this, and there were perps and gangstalkers all over me each time, trying out new colors of clothing, and vehicles passing by in the street, just ahead of me crossing it.

And the gate to the charity was closed, but a woman in crimson red, down to her tights, was on duty (more like, was arranged to be there), and I called out if they wanted three loads of items, and she walked the 40' of driveway to let me in. I saw this as another case of slow distance dependent testing of a person in red, as other red garment shows came on in the elevator, as well as five at a glance deep metallic red vehicles posted nearby. Anyhow, I got all the moving done; tossing out a whole lot of stuff, and keeping books that are germane to this ongoing harassment fuckery.

As part of that, some "new" books also showed up in the boxes, and they might well be perp planted. Because they can now fuck with my recall at will, I cannot be absolutely sure if I purchased them or not. That will make for some reading material on hand, but the same provisio may apply, I won't be able to understand the contents thanks to the perp sickos who have impaired my learning abilities since birth. This has been documented since 1960, and also in 1998. Though, I also suspect that they dynamically fuck with what I learn in realtime, as the number of "don't get it" episodes has gone up since they began their overt harassment in 2002.

As part of the moving boxes to the charity or my storage locker exercise, one of the elevators was shut down, and this served as a reason to pack the elevators with more gangstalkers and for longer wait times. Also, the elevator serviceman come by for two gangstalkings, which might relate to the fact that he was at the bottom of one of the elevator shafts for energetics interaction. He was dressed in a "safe" color, navy blue.

The sickos were also trying out less favored colors on me. I mentioned the lady in all red above, but they also packed the elevators with two operatives wearing the same shirt color, burgundy red, appearing to be separate parties. On my last trip outside to donate my belongings, they put a woman in a red leather jacket some 60' ahead of me.

Before that, a blonde man in a varsity like jacket of white leather arms and a navy blue wool torso portion was hanging around on sentry duty outside the apartment building on his cell phone. He then disappeared for one box load into the building, and then "showed" up in the elevator beside me. This may have attempted to leverage their earlier games with white and blue on the earlier trip to the LD store, per above. By my estimation, the perps are sucking wind bigtime in getting their colors, gangstalking genders and the rest of their vile energetics fuckery quantified. This doesn't stop them, they just keep fucking me around all the more; five years of this and counting.

1940h
The typo fuckery has been increased of late; sometimes the perps have me go through four attempts to spell a given word, enough to rile me up and vocalize my complaint.

And the overhead hyperactivity has started up; the rumbling noise that purports to be the sliding glass door. Not so, it is directly overhead when it should be 8' away, the constant use belies any normal "resident" behavior, and lastly, it would not come through anywhere as near as loud through concrete floors/ceilings. It is another projected noise from the endless database of the perps and their thankless jerkaround that continues.

Last night they got into unabashed needle like jabbings; while taking a pee, the fuckers jabbed me in the leg for no reason. A few minutes later I changed out of my clothes, and when horizontal in bed, the fuckers jabbed me in the same place on my leg. As best as I know, that is a blatant pain to neural energetics test in the vertical, and then the prone position, a fishing expedition looking for the neural energetics correlates of the two positions, along with correlating that to the urine they would of been assaying also. It never ends; this thankless sadism after being covertly fucked with for 47 years. Now I am getting masered in the eyes again, as they attempt to bring their fuzzy zingers to follow my central vision.

2000h
Another outbreak of hyperactive rumbling overhead was started as I was reviewing my journalling above; the fuckers go hyperactive when I am editing my work. Any noise that is vogue will do, no matter the apparent absurdity of the cover story, even if there is one.

I am still pissed the perps won't let me bend down the way I want to, which is always at the knees, and not at the waist as all their fucking operatives and gangstalkers do. Only after three weeks in this apartment did they even let me be aware of my own habits, never mind the clumsy and stupid manner in reaching down that they have imposed upon me. I reckon this planted "awareness" is to create more friction and annoyance more than anything. The trick of letting me in on how I am being fucked with, so to have me vocalize more.

More overhead rumbling as the absurdity of this projected noise without a plausible cover story continues. Now a car alarm has started up, and I get at least one per day now.

There has been an increase in the number of red plasma flashings of late; they will plant them anytime I close my eyes or blink, but of late they have been putting them in my peripherial vision either as an augmentation of the color of an object similarly colored, or else a blatant "in my face" blast of red. Yesterday there were more red flashings sitting in front of me sitting above the sidewalk. In the past, they have bombarded me with red plasma flashings, and it is extremely disorientating. While walking in dappled shade, the perps also put on red flashes in a stroboscopic manner, as if this were "normal" passing through light and shade.

2225h
After doing some Bookmarks broken link maintenance, the perps decided to crank up the vision impairment fuckery in both eyes, so that was the end of the noble effort. There is a decided interation of the noise events; the overhead rumbling, the loud motorcycles trailing off into the distance, the bus noises (now louder, and with a turbo whine), glass bashing, and then it repeats again, likely culminating in the vison fucking to end my activity for the day.

Time to call this a posting and blog off, and pardon the typos and other syntax problems, as I am being mind-fucked out of editing my work.

An All Nighter

0930h
In a rare jerkover, the perps kept me awake all night and into the morning. No sleep was permitted, and I am sure, as in the past, that I won't feel any adverse effect from this, being somehow "powered" by irradiatively compensating energies.

I had the usual street yappers outside at one point, who somehow contrived to have a section of resonant metal pipe that they were banging on the road surface, (creating vortex energies IMHO), and it is amazing that they have done the same thing three times now over the past two weeks.

While washing my face last night, a just-new zit on my nose self-erupted with a whole lot of bleeding, and making a mess of the towel before I was allowed to notice it. This towel, hung to dry in my room, likely served as some kind of red/blood source that was compared to the red blood inside me over the night's energetics assay activities. Or at least, that is my take on it, after all, they seemed to prepare me for a fully awakened night, in bed though.

Another game is to have these nose zits in the precise location such that the bleeding red color sits in the periphery of my vision, just at the "bug-me" location where the assholes have placed these forced bleeds before. At least the bleeding didn't go on for 30 minutes like the last time.

1020h
Earlier door slamming and room shaking has abated, though the overhead clunking is in effect should I note, usually derisively, over some excessive application of authority, often the LEO's and their over reacting schtick that goes on in the US more than in Canada, though I am not sure we have any need to be smug. After all, there has been close cooperation with four police forces here in town over the past 4 years; three municipalities of Victoria (who will likely amalgamate at year end), and the RCMP, the Mounties, the famed myth makers. All have been active in "keeping a presence", and struting about or otherwise "coincidentally" cruising by in my proximity on a more frequent than usual basis. It is another excuse to have their yellow jackets on too, over their dark blue uniforms, and I am sure this fits the color interaction games plan that I deal with all the time.

Another noisestalked story I read was this one here (mind-fucked recall, no link), a historical document on what it was like to be in Nazi Germany in 1933 when the Jews were identified as the first group to be maligned, and how so few, save the author who fled to the UK with his Jewish wife, did anything about it. I sometimes wonder if collective mind-fuck irradiations weren't applied to the German citizens at the time, rendering them more docile over the increasing intrusions of the state. Just an speculation, though I have a notion that human history has been more manipulated and arranged by malevolent entities more than we think. It has to be more than the current crop of espionage agencies who are up to covert harassment and mind-control, and in fact, I have articulated that they just maybe the unwitting dogs of the black operations, who are operating illegally every minute of their existance.

The so-called "rendition" torturing, where the CIA transported prisoners to be tortured at foreign locations, and would then fly them on to another, and repeat the same pointless (seemingly) exercise. This model of geographic movement of torture victims fits the same model that the perps draw upon in attempting to find geographic dependent energetics interactions with their shills and victims. All my old haunts have been re-visited by my family or friends in the last few years, including Montreal where I lived for 8 months as a two year old. It is my contention that the physical torture feeds the same objectives as the harassment, except that they are able to locate the pain energetics more readily, and thereby distinguish them from other mind-body energetics. And this may explain why no end of "things", read planted objects, crumbs, paper, etc. suddenly end up under my finger nails, though compared to the unfortuneate rendition subjects, I have nothing to complain about.

1300h
The coughing neighbors and the door slamming in this putative rooming house were active since my brother's visitation, exactly when I was cleaning the frypan (see previous day's blog). He arrived outside in his brown jacket while I had two hands full, and I took a minute to finish the frypan and drain the sink with the usual cleaning activity. Though the cleaning of the work surfaces "somehow" was forgotten.

The big deal was that he wanted to invite me for dinner, and "I" said OK, even if it means a bus ride with the freak show again. He sat in my chair, I sat on my bed, and I updated him on the upcoming moving as I will need his help in at least one instance. He seemed to be OK with helping me move all my belongings from all three storage locations, which is surprising as he was unhelpful at one time. Anyhow, he "needed" to use the bathroom next door, which turned out to be a "sweep ahead pee", as I needed to go shortly after he departed. Then I got onto putting the garbage out with its tortilla wrapper, chocolate bar wrapping foil and boxes and peanut butter jar, all containing brown colored contents at one time, note. I got my hallway chatters to noisestalk me going out to the dumpster, and coming back in the hallway, and that was the end of brother-brown coat-peestalking-brown garbage contents events, all compacted in the shortest space of time. This is the kind of thing that passes for excitement around here, noting the confluence of events that fits the pattern of the rest of the harassment/goings on.

One exception was my brother pulling out a 16" tapered steel mandrel, as his story was that he was going to sell it to a local person who wasn't in, hence he stopped by here. Anyhow, I am sure this object was full of energetics significance, and they perps like large steel masses to be placed by me, or better yet, moving (e.g. vehicles, a safe on the street downtown once).

And while he was peeing, a series of red plasma squares, 24" x 12" arrived for longer exposures of 5 seconds each, and they alternated on either side of the window with a common edge. Then they got narrower, but were still in alignment with the sides of the window.

While these kind of conversations are going on, I am allowed some degree of knowledge of the gangstalking and harassment picture, and how the current situation may fit, but often they will fuck me out of making more specific observations and associations, and even blank me out on something that my brother hints at, and only then, do I "remember" courtesy of the mind-fucking that is going on. Often it is mundane matters, like my storage locker at the new possible apartment location, and only when my brother mentioned the "storage" word, was I allowed to recall the specifics.

1550h
The moment I feared has arrived; the conversion of two rooms into one in this putative rooming house, meaning renovations and considerable house pounding. It arrived for tea and chocolate time, warming up about 10 minutes beforehand, and then hitting maximum noise and vibration time just when I placed first piece of chocolate was placed into my mouth.

More red plasma dots and flashes are showing up; the latest were immediately following seeing a similarly red shirted gangstalker outside in the parking lot, sucking on a cigarette in the rain with two others in the same crouched over configuration, lined up like peas in a pod. And more of the green, grey and some yellow ones too. These are getting fucking annoying, an I find them perturbing no matter how short duration they are.

2000h
I am back from my brother's for dinner, and the remainder of the perp set up games, one being making me feel drunk when I had only two glasses of wine. This sense of being flushed and uncontrolled is planted, especially as it was a red meat course with plenty of vegetables. His on/off Native Indian girlfriend arrived as we were starting, dressed in a black sweater with a light blue top underneath. Some 20 minutes into dinner, she took the sweater off at the table, which is nothing new to me, so many of the gangstalkers in stores, on the street and elsewhere are putting their garments off or on. As she has a darker brown skin, this was the real perp exercise, as I had my same racial posse join me on the bus trip to his place. Then another pair of Native Indians outside this putative rooming house, fishing in the dumpster when I "happened" to arrive after being dropped off, plus a few more visible enroute. This is the dusk time, and it seems that they were testing me on brown skin tones of Native Indians, from my brother's place to here.

And there was no end of red colored vehicle abounding on the outbound bus trip, starting with one outside the front door, and some thirty of them around me at the bus stop when waiting, (20 from car dealerships to be fair). Then at least a red vehicle every 60' all the way there, a 15 minute bus ride, itself an oddity for how fast it was going and the hard braking for almost missing passenger pickups.

Then I got sucked into instructing my brother while he was pulling a dumbshit act on his clunky PC, as I am the deemed expert in the family. He sent off an email, one of the regularly noisestalked activities while at this room/cell.

And at dinner with my brother and his sort-of girlfriend, I got the coughstalking whenever I launched into my scripted lines, especially over place names, discussion about power line right-of-ways, California solar power initiatives and how those of this province pale in comparison, etc. The coughstalking again, as if I don't get enough here.

2025h
After lamenting over the past three months or more over all the perp operatives wandering around with an unlit (usually) cigarette dangling from their lips, the last imitation/scaled down replica is to have the same assholes wandering around with a white sucker stem sticking out of their mouth. I cannot believe it, every item/object, no matter how contrived, gets scaled down or up, the vehicular gangstalking being the most evident.

2400h
A long read with perp sponsored emo-trashing while reading about Eva Cassidy, a singer who unfortuneately died young before she became widely known. As I am a huge fan of her music, and own five of her albums, the perps were there for me to jerk my emotional level to be very near tears in reading some of the interviews and stories about this fantastic person. This is what I mean by emo-trashing; rendering me more emotive than I would otherwise be, and I don't like being fucked like this any. The assholes are constantly pissing me around over every boo-hoo story going, online or on TV, and this has gone on long enough.