Fruit Flies as Surrogate Operatives

0940h
I am getting the fruit fly assault this morning; at least five passes in the last 40 minutes in conjunction with overhead clunking, next door bathroom gangstalking (no noise of bathroom use), front door slamming and room shaking. The constant vision impairments and maser and plasma action are also part of the deal. The perps have cranked me up to near rage levels this morning; the soy milk "bouncing" out of the bowl was the latest stunt, though not new. And fucking with the keystrokes even more; now they brashly insert letters and foil the backspace key so their typos/fuckery gets more vision time. (They always let me see the typos and add an associated meaning of their choice as it is typed out, before deletion). Yes, I get fucked over dealing with their fuckover stunts.

Each fuit fly occurence has been "dealt with" by me swiping at it and the fly just "disappears". There is no evidence of a crushed fly in my hand, and I have rarely missed before these assholes made it yet another harassment vector. What usually happens is that the black fuzzy fruit fly then transmutes into a fuzzy black maser that takes on the same flight characteristics as the fly. A high tech swap-over of a fly to a maser ball in near instant time. Again, nothing new, it is just that the assholes haven't treated me to so many of these in one sitting. My lucky day, or more likely, the extra infernal activities of the weekend juvenile harassment crew.

1120h
Another morning of front door slamming and "consequent" room shaking; this is the second to last full day of residency in this putative rooming house, and the assholes are full measure for making the most of it. And a longer "shut-in" time has been arranged; the ex and daughter are to come by at 1700h to pick me up for dinner at the Feral Family Gangstalk. And this also represents the last opportunity while I am in this residence location, and no doubt the sickos want to sample me from all family members in town.

I also get situational overhead clunking and creaking; anytime that a unbidden thought comes to mind, the noise starts up. And I am getting plenty of typo sabotage and maser action on the side to call this journal entry done.

1245h
The lunch preparations and consumption harassment is done; the usual noisestalkings, and especially so over the frypan being washed and dried. The fruit fly assault is on; one to tantalize me with ineffectual swattings and then it takes a pass right in front of this display to create (read, me being mind-fucked) another swatting in another location for the assholes who set this up. What is with these assholes that they cannot come out of the closet?

1415h
More coughing and hacking, then the front door slamming and room shake. I got the white light flashings on the wall, they swept from left of this LCD display to the right side. This minor harassment fuckery is under the cover story of reflections off moving vehicles, but how they would get to this north wall 6' in from the outside wall is yet another mystery.

1640h
Some relative peace and quiet for the last hour or so. The odd aircraft noise, and loud mufflered vehicle trailing off "into the distance" (as in simulated sound effects), and just the maser and plasma action. It is almost like being in a small cloud of flies at times, there is so much "extra-conventional" magnetic energies going on.

And I am getting the constant and abiding planted thoughts that the perps are going to cease hostilities imminently. This is routinely applied in advance of all residence moving, and this upcoming move is no exception. I am quite sure this won't be the case, and it is a feint to draw out my logical thinking so the fuckers can replicate it from their remote control room. This fits the pattern much more than any "just because" near-whim to give me a break. There is no regard as to law or humane treatment in this harassment so why would the assholes stop now? The entire city is energized with some kind of beams/waves flitting around, so I don't expect this colossal investment (billions IMHO) to be abated. As I keep telling them via self-talk, it doesn't add up. (And there has been the odd time of conversations of this type, where they can telepathically respond).

An early blog-off, as I am going to Feral Family dinner soon.

Start Coughing Outside My Door

1050h

As I get closer to getting out of this putative rooming house, the audacity of the perp incursions increases. The lastest is to have a transiting operative in the hallway begin coughing or throat clearing outside my door, even if it is not a sustained cough (or demonstrated need to cough). This was "happening" yesterday, and is ongoing today. It is timed to occur as I am in deep reading mode, likely when cognition/reading comprehension is allowed, usually after a run-up period of over an hour. It is fucking sick to be harassed and stalked like this all fucking day.

1340h
This is the post-meal noisestalk period; at least 10 door slammings and "consequent" room shake in the last five minutes. The operative's exodus again; timed to my activities.

And also, they have been going beserk, even to the point of phone games and spaced out manager feints to perturb my activity at key moments (for them), all the while reading about solar, hydrogen and Stirling engines. Not that I am in any position to act on this "research"/interest, so there must be something about it that serves the perp's interests more than mine. There has been overhead clunking added into the noise mix, and they have some kind of device in the hallway, though it is gone anytime I am there. The noises are the same, and seem to be similar to that of a VCR changing tapes. Key jingling by the operatives continues. As for coughing and hacking onset outside my door, there has been at least seven occurences so far, and this is not even halfway through the day.

But in all of that there is some good news to smooth the moving activities; the house manager indicated that I could stay an extra day or two longer, into May without a rent requirement. That works well as I could move belongings directly from the current place to the new residence location without a 24 hour limbo situation, as normally one must vacate at 1200h on the last day of the month, and can get possesion at 1200h on the first of the month. This problem is now solved, as I can then stay over on April 30 and pack up and move out on May 01.

My in-town brother had all this figured out as he later phoned and asked about moving plans. We had arranged to move me out on April 29, and I would stay at his place until May 01 or 02 and then move in. As it so happens, he is helping his on/off Native Indian girlfriend to move then, and seems ready to assist me on the "new" (to me, not him) May 01 date. It is amazing how this comes together, if one waits for all the red herrings to pass. And my concerns about a May 02 move in date and miss the cablevision installer scheduled for May 02 are also over. As it "turns out", my brother will take May 01 off work and then be availible for the entire day to help out.

I don't know what the perps get from seeding all kinds of contigency and premature plans, but they revel it, and like to foment it each time. And they spend significant effort in getting these hints to me, the most notable being when he evicted one person last month and put on a screaming row outside my door, and one outcome was to learn that tenancy ends at 1200h on the last day of the month. As mentioned above, I can get a 24 hour extension to make moving a direct from here to there situation, in place of an interim move for that time period. It is all too strange, and I will be more than glad to get out of here, and have magnitude of commotion and noise eliminated (I hope).

1450h
There has been some quiet for the last 30 minutes or so; another forced pee, and once I got back into my room, the click machine started making its VHS tape cassette-like noises. The rain has come on again, and that dashes the plans I had to go grocery shopping, if only to relieve cabin fever. The perps tend to like planning for late week "shut-in" periods, and to them, it really doesn't matter what kind of abode one lives in.

1650h
More noise flurries followed teatime and now this putative rooming house has settled down, saving the plasma and maser activity which is getting more disruptive. I am also getting an-almost chill down, as the temperature is now being regulated downward. Previously there was an overheating situation.

Everything I do is getting noisestalked, and as I type, more typo sabotage. There are 2' long white pencil beams coming off this LCD display as I type, and other more bright point sources, probably masers.

The rains came on when I was hoping to get out, so this must be a planned "shut-in" day; keeping me room bound for the duration, and sucking me into even thinking that I could go out.

1835h
The glass bottle bashing act has started up today, only minutes ago. For the most part it was quiescent for the previous week. I suspect noise/sound habituation is an element in all of the perp's noise assaults, and habituated noises are likely heard at a deeper neural level. Now more front door slamming and room shaking to piss me off, especially when it goes on and on, less than a minute interval between one and the next. Another trick is to blow cool air over me as these noises erupt, an augmentation to their fuckery. More combinations and permutations of their noises, as well as the somatic fuckery. That would include jabbing sensations, especially in the nuts, and as I am typing this, they are synchronizing skin jabbing with my arm movements.

My in-town brother was doing something similar early this week; his elbow was resting on a ill-supported table, and as he made is arguements he got into excessive arm movement so that the tabletop wiggled in concert with his speaking. Stupider and stupider, this colossal billion dollar per year operation pissing around and pretending to be not there, and working by proxy with these dumbshits and their feints. Could this be the same secret organization that does drug running on the side?

And as I wrote that I got the a case of the terrible whistler from outside. This too is another dumbshit excercise that has erupted all over town since five years ago, another pathetic cover story.

1855h
Another front door crashing and room pounding timed to the very moment I was attributing some past event to a possible perp fuckover. I suspect that most of the door slamming and room shaking is done remotely, as they can simulate a real person as long as I am not looking. It is fucking brutal to have to go through this constant fucking disruption every minute or two. Then get sabotaged in attempting to type this.


1910h
More colossal noise of bashing and banging; and while I type this, a sudden voice erupts in the hallway. More room shaking since the above journal entry. Maybe if I went shopping there would be some relief, but that may goad them onto another iteration of fucking noise. I also get and itch to scratch, and as I am beginning to scratch, a noise is set off in this putative rooming house. Fucking sick that anyone should be fucked with like this. These sickos are out of control.

1930h
The fuckers scrambled the order of my bookmarks, the nervous system of all my web browsing, and have increased their recall fuckover games. They now fuck my recall so "I" cannot recall how I got to a webpage. And they appear to be doing this to other elements of my short term recall. It is extremely disconcerting to be fucked with in this way. Now the once-per-day extended squeaky of a simulated loose fan belt noise has come to noisestalk me as I type this up.

1950h
Another coughing eruption outside my door; this has to be at least the 10th one today, and it is differing coughers no less. Now the fucker breaks out into a dumbshit whistle. A constant barrage of noise tonight, and quite possibly be the handiwork of the weekend crew who seem to be less inhibited in applying their fuckover regimen.

2100h
More beeping and cheeping in concert with the infernal leg torquing fuckery. The latter torture is to remotely apply force to rotate my lower leg only and thereby twist the leg so it is felt at the knee, as in pain. For the past hour, more of the usual noise flurry content, but at a lesser intensity thankfully.

2135h
While this knee torquing torture continues, the perps have scripted a collection of yobos outside in the adjacent parking lot who are gabbing away. This is my right side human voice source that they deem I need while they fuck with my left leg and knee.

More wall pounding from the hallway; the accidentally on purpose bullshit wore thin about four years ago. Meanwhile, and excess of coughing and hacking has erupted, just as I am typing. Earlier, there was a ersatz "chem trail", air freshener sprayed in the hallway. And more of the forced coughing, adroitly timed to the fuckers outside making extra louder noise in their yakking. Another benefit of being 6 stories up in the new apartment; no crowds milling outside my room, although I am sure there will be other noise assaults and methods that I am not allowed to anticipate. Call it designed naivite; being the blithe dipshit by way of remotely applied mind-control energies.

2215h
More street yelling from the collected yobos outside, again timed to having me sneeze or scratching a remotely applied itch. Then ass jabbing into the bargain. Bedtime doesn't come fast enough, and I though I would never say something like that, once being a night owl. And that habit also changed post BOH (Before Overt Harassment).


2225h
Time to call this wretched day over and blog off. Hopefull they will let me out and not fuck with my plans and/or appointments tomorrow.

Managed Moving Fuckups

1110h
The perps are at it again; fucking over moving in the early going. This time they got the change of address mixed up. (Or fucked me into filling out the form incorrectly, or fucked me into thinking this). They have the new address as the old, and have likely reversed it in the other direction too. There was a reason they wanted me to get onto this early, and this was it. Regular readers will know that the last move was arranged so I had to use my parent's address as a temporary forwarding address until a place became availible. Why do these sick assholes have to fuck every aspect of every move around, every time? Is it not enough that I have moved 11 times in 7 years at their orchestration? When are these sick assholes going to get a fucking life?

1055h
I made a run to the gangstalked LD store for a few items, and there were at least two more items I intended to get, but there were at least three gangstalkers at those locations, in the usual "bend over" position. As it was, they are placing blonde (women) gangstalkers (favored demographic) to troll by with a male skinhead/MIB/lard ass (unfavored demographic) right behind them. A tag team of gangstalkers.

Inside the LD store they had three ambulatory gangstalker confluences arranged in a similar pattern; a blonde woman with a male skinhead and a geriatric, then another in the aisles with four more of similar composition, then a final grouping of at least four at the checkout of a wheelchair lard ass, a half wit, a grey haired woman "just hanging about" and a tall MIB who followed me. As I left the building, a teleported seen-before male skinhead arrived on my heels, walked to the threshold, and then reversed out the designated exit. I say this gangstalker was teleported as there were no other persons nearby when I exited, and yet this asshole was right behind me as I left the building.

A new in-store gangstalking trend I noticed is to position the operative at the end of the aisle in advance of me exiting it, and have the fucker smelling some kind of store item, as if evaluating something for its aroma. The assholes have done this at least twice in recent weeks, and it would appear that they are attempting to identify the deeper olefactory neural regions of the operative as I am passing by, and presumably, interacting with their energetics. That I am also changing direction at the end of the aisle would suggest there is a cardinality to the energetics, which is evidenced by the copious amount of vehicular and ambulatory traffic that makes a turn around me, contra-rotational turns (concentric, but in opposite direction), crossing my path etc.

Other ambulatory gangstalkers on the street were the large gutted 50-ish white haired males, often in pairs, seemingly without a day job, more geriatrics, and a few brown skinned races, one being a regular now, on her fifth gangstalking. And I suspect, she maybe the donor of the negro child that accompanies the blonde woman and the Caucasian male gangstalkers that flit up and down the stairs of the building 12' outside my room.

There seems to be a child gangstalking trend of late; small boys typically, aged three to five, though they also spring them out of school if needed. There were two such parties on the bus yesterday, parked on either side of me with their mothers. I don't what the perps are doing to these kids, but one looked totally zombied on the bus yesterday, autistic like, as if in another world. There were also three adult males posted around me as part of this group, so perhaps the perps are attempting to detect "small boy aura" and compare it to "adult male aura", and see what the differences are. This is simply a within gender variant of the perps placing young blonde women with other less favored demographics, and somehow leveraging one to the other. I cannot see why my favorite loathed demographics are anyone else's business, and that I get "treated" to excess (as in bombarded) with those demographics who I don't care to look at. Ditto for colors.

And the fuckers went wild on red ketchup outside today; they dumped an entire bottle's worth on the sidewalk, only 10' from this putative rooming house for me to see when headed for yoga.

1120h
The overhead clunking has started up in earnest; this means that any unbidden thoughts or notions get met with a thud, extended creaking or a combination. Often other noises from other sources are introduced "coincidentally".

1235h
I am getting the an extended version of the squealing fanbelt act from outside, and in combination, the muffler of this same vehcile is perforated to make it extra loud, and making extra vibrations.

I also see that some kind of latticed crane arm has been placed on the top of nearby three story building, as an active "leftover" from last week's roofing job on the same building. There is no doubt that the crimson red color is also part of the plan, as this continues to be a heavy gangstalking color, and I suspect they want to increase its range of detectibility.

True to predicted form, the perps kept me awake for at least an hour before letting me get to sleep. In doing so, they also treated me to the noise of an operative plunging the toilet in the next door bathroom, when there was no need to do so whatsoever. (This I know from listening to the precursor noise). All part of the ongoing fuckery, including the red flashes as I type this.

1600h
I am getting more skin jabbing sensations, often at the usual locations/actions when the noisescape is increased. One is when changing walking direction, either outside or in stores, another is when shifting position of my feet, hands or the rest of me. The perps jab me in the eyes (usually only one at a time), leg or anus. The lastmost is one of their favorite locations and likely goes with their preoccupation with all things brown colored.

I am getting the roomshaking about twice each minute, and it is getting to be a piss off, this noise and disruption. The perps are applying more shake into the mix and are shaking this LCD display as I type.

They are all over me in the hallway and the next door bathroom, and are particularly intrigued when "I" (read, mind-fucked me) am reading about alien abductions. This is similar situation for the victims as there is no one to complain to and exact justice. And there are many technical issues in common; the apparent docility and command of the victims, medical testing and their test of some reknown, anal probes. Funny how that comes up so frequently. No, I have not seen any strange beings, and as far as I know, with a couple of possible exceptions, I have not been abducted. My tormentors are even more elusive than the perps that I deal with, and aren't prepared to reveal themselves after five years of being fucked with every day. Never mind the previous 47 years where they were orchestrating my existence and the constant surveillance.

1615h
I am getting noisestalked again; the fuckers are going silly over the sunlight level games that are happening as I type; rapidly changing light levels aren't new, but the fuckers started to strobe this LCD display and make it darker as the light was lighter. Now the front door and room shaking is going to add more noise into the mix.

I also had a thumpy stereo going not long ago; coicidentally, the hard disc drives on this PC stopped thumping, and I assume that the assholes wanted a different thumping frequency than that they have assigned to the two new hard drives that they incurred two months back.

I went to yoga earlier; it is becoming more like a therapy session, and less exercise. Today I had two fat ladies as the other class members, one young, the other old. As usual, there were a number of games to promote touching and assisting, and the plethora of masers and plasma beams flitting about. I also got the "you are a very intelligent person...." line from the instructor, something that I have heard from other parties in this depraved caper, and I really wonder why they tell me this when they already know that I have a learning disability. This theme, which I don't get often thankfully, is highly consistent with other operative/shill insertions, Ms. C of the story being one. I repeat, I have documented learning disabilities since 1960 (city wide testing in Grade 1), re-affirmed in 1962, which have created considerable adversity in most work situations. I don't get it.

A "just stand there" gangstalker woman came later, and athough she said she was looking in, she made a point of crossing my path, and getting in my way when I was exiting in the grounds. She deliberately changed direction to lead in front of me when she was headed for the main house. No sooner was I out the front gate when a brown dressed male gangstalker happened to come on the scene and start following me for the next block. Why are all these fucking men of working age "surfacing" all the time when they are typically at day jobs? There is no end of this population during this time when there were virtually none before.

1700h
More infernal games; now the perps are adding darker corners to my LCD display, nothing new, just more blatant. They like to add these after I come back from a forced break to take a pee. The masers are getting annoying as the perps like to sit them exactly over where I am reading. It is fucking rude to be pissed around like this.

1815h
I am now getting noisestalked/thoughtstalked by the chirping of a smoke alarm. As before, it has an unerring habit of coming on just when some uncontrolled thoughts surface. In concert, there are small white light plasma dot displays, sometimes in a row and equally spaced.

1835h
More house/room slamming and shaking, this time a gust of cool air "magically" came with it, even if my room is 20' away from the front door. The perps have been onto their wind noise games each time I was outside today. This is when the noise, and the sensation of wind whips at my ears when there isn't any anywhere else. The proximate trees and shrubs aren't moving, nothing else is being blowa about, just the air around my head.

1900h
I am getting the drumming noise at full volume from the adjacent nightclub. In the past I have been exposed to snippets of this noise/music, but they are giving me a five minute demo of how loud they can play. This is another example of how vibrations are just as important to the perps as noise and smell are. Yesterday my bother made sure to strum a guitar he picked up at a garage sale, even though he has no interest in music whatsoever.

1935h
More absurdities; a foghorn noise that is never heard here (too far inland) and simultaneous siren noise. This looks to be a rough week, as it is the last kick at the cat because I will be 6 stories up in a concrete building by mid next week.

2015h
I am getting the sudden onset of overhead pounding, something that won't be quite the same in a concrete building next month, post-move. Though I am sure they will want to map the poundings of concrete to that of wood, and given the overall drift of creating more noise, the fuckers will retain many of these excesses in some form.

The latest jerkaround is to pinch me in the nuts, making it out to be related to my underwerar which is not tight. It is simply amazing how much effort these assholes devote to annoying me from a distance. They are truly sick and depraved to operate a billion dollar budget campaign from a closet, unwilling to front for themselves.

2200h
I am reading book reviews and bookmarking the ones that look particularly interesting. This is similar to what I do for films and music and accounts for a significant amount of my online time. I see that the perps slipped two book reviews in one percieved book review, and stripped out the bold text and special fonts that would of identified the title of the latter book. This is similar to what they do in misdirecting other reading, by sending me onto the wrong column or page. Nothing new, it is just that being online enables them to change what I am reading before scrolling down.

2300h
I just got a chemtrail/air freshener spraying out side my door, and it is the only place it was done. Now the sickos like to make me feel alienated more than usual.

Another crashing door closure and a room shake happened at the exact moment an online picture of a police riot squad about to break in somewhere (from a film). They jumped on the noise and vibration even before the image registered (my image cognition may have been fucked with too).

Time to call this a blog posting, and hope that the above was reasonably coherent.

Newspaper Reading Noisestalking

1320h
It is Saturday, the traditional day for which I am allowed to purchase a newspaper and get severely noisestalked while reading in this putative rooming house. Naturally, the serial herd of operatives all need to arrive or depart creating a huge amount of egress noise, as well as add-on room shake and plenty of coughings and throat clearings that also erupted in concert with my actions as to what I read, colors I saw, or the movement of the paper itself. I also had three hallway sprayings outside my door in the process, but oddly, no smell was detected in my room. And the newspaper has its own managed physicality, as it flops and stiffens in the oddest places, and there is a very dark shadow that is somehow created by the mid-page fold. And too, there must be something in it for the perps as I read some of the articles online earlier, then again from the physical newspaper itself.

I had three Cadbury's Creme eggs before reading the newspaper, and the perps are going selectively crazy over introducing this product into my "diet". I suspect the brown chocolate containing a white liquid with a mock yellow yolk is a significant part of the attraction, as is the metal foil covering the egg that needs to be removed in advance. It is to me, just another color stalking stunt, for which I pay for these needless foods, all to keep this freak show going.

Earlier, I went to the infamous gangstalk site called LD drugstore, and was roundly gangstalked there again. I even got a near duplicate gangstalk of my visit two days ago where a granny gangstalker arrives from outside while I am at the checkout, with a live plant from the outside display, and had placed in in a plastic shopping basket. And like last time, they mindfucked me into getting the exit and entrance mixed up, (read blatant mind-fucking), and attempted to leave via the entrance again. And too, I got my near-regular Big Girl cashier, one of the regulars there whenever I go there.

The LD drugstore had a big promo on olive oil I noticed, twice the normal sized bottles (2 liter) for the regular one liter price. This isn't uncommon for this chain store to have excellent buys on food, but I wonder how many of them have been related to harassment abettance. Most of them I suspect, and it seems the perps are needing to obtain an "olive oil" reading from me outside of this room/cell that they are going to keep me in until month's end.

The shampoo and conditioner bottles I bought had a light blue color on the labels, and it was yet again another managed fluke I encountered a woman in a full tracksuit of the same color only a block away, doing athletic-like stretches while waiting for the pedestrian traffic control. And only 20' away in a parking lot, another young woman was squatting for no apparent reason, all to stretch her haunches and flex her spine I suspect, a very common repose of gangstalkers. Just another bizzare gangstalker scenario, though not the only one on that store visitation.

1420h
There is continued interest in everything I do, signified by the ongoing noisestalking, plasma and maser activity, and the clunking nearby that is causing some kind of vibrations nearby. Even the punctuation that I make in the course of composing this very journal entry gets noisestalked with perfect timing as to exactly when I depress the key.

The asshole flicked the orange dyed olive oil about, sending some on this chair and some on my jeans, and I did not see it happen, and I suspect it was after eating the tortillas that have this particular orange olive oil leaking owing to the sundried tomatoes that are mixed in with the tapenade.

And with all the noise going on I really wonder if I will have anything to write about at the next apartment building, being a real self-contained apartment as well as six stories up. I hope that it the case, though I can only assume some other hijinx will "happen", not in the least is mind control, and having me headed for the wrong cupboard or drawer for the first month. This is a total outrage as I can adapt to a new configuration of kitchen inside of a day, and don't ever go to the wrong locations after that. Even now, 7 months into this place, the perps mind-fuck me into going to the wrong location for something, when in fact there are no cupboards, but only shelves where everything is visible.

The glass bottle bashing noise act has continued again, and I also note there is much more glass debris on the streets and sidewalks in the course of my visitations outside. The most popular color of broken glass is green, and that might have something to do with the odd confluence of three nearby vehicles, all being the same dark green color. Other proximate and mobile vehicle colors were red with three in file, and then followed by four silver grey vehicles, also in file. And the perps are scripting more confluences as their strategy change; I routinely find myself in amongst three or more other pedestrians all going differing directions, and "somehow" we converge in the oddest of locations, ones that would never be that busy to begin with.

1710h
The perps had me go into an hour long nap and a following 30 minute semi-awake period, the latter spent having flipped around and being strangely helpless to get up. This is a repeat of yesterday, with a delayed timing of being an hour later. And no, I did not need the sleep, having been given an overly long one overnight.

They have been letting me get to sleep of late, though they did plant some horrific dreams about gangstalking that were getting abhorent as it went on for too long. That is the most I can recall from dreams, which has long been a perp polluted event. I wonder how many people with sleep and dream-state problems are really subjects of covert harassment.

In past blogs I have griped about the games the perps play with fucking with my cheese that I slice each day, and it so "happens" that milk cows are getting attacked by aliens or other covert groups in this article:

We don’t know why, but cows are a part of the UFO story, stresses Peter Robbins, UFO Investigator and co-author of Left of East Gate: A first-hand account of Bentwaters-Woodbridge UFO incident.

(And in pasting that quote in, I am getting fucked with as to the position of the text I wish to enter, as it is inset, like the above quote. This fucking sick jerkaround has been applied at least 100 times in the past five years, and the assholes are still at it.)

And when are the perps going to get it, that my diet should not be part of their problems with dairy food and the rest of their psychopathic research agenda? Just to be clear, I do see a huge amount of commonality and overlap between what the perps do to me and other TI's, as appears to "happen" from alien sources. Normally I don't get into this latter topic and its subset, alien abductions, as this bizarre life of harassment is plenty enough to convince anyone that it is happening, never mind adding on other significant story topics. And in my case, I am sure I am not truly convincing anyone else, as the script has been prepared long in advance, and I am only relating what I say to and operative or a shill who has already rehearsed it. The faked expressions and dumb-fuck looks of anyone I talk to at any involved level are ubiquitous these days, as if they want me to detect this chink in the perps' game plan. It is a totally scripted life I lead, and I suspect that very little is off-script anymore.

1855h
The late sun is just about to go behind the building opposite, and this is an item of inordinant interest to the perp assholes at the moment; they are slamming the front door, shaking my room and LCD display, tromping through the hallway, putting on cell phoning operatives in the hallway, and otherwise creating hassle, e.g. extra typos, and PC noise, the ever vibrational grinding noise, which in fact is the case, and not anything to do with the all near new components inside of it.

I suspect this has something to do with looking up Eva Cassidy and the single CD's that were issued in the UK, and not here. This is all part of the spoofing they did nearly seven years ago where they put this extra song into the list that was displayed at a Barnes and Noble listening station, that they had scooped from another album. Anyhow, they continue to drive me in getting this one song on a singles CD, and then noisestalking me while I look into it. Before dinner, it was the same over a CIA agent who made their activities public, and who got snuffed for it (Phillip Schnieder). Even his widow and surviving children are not getting any reprieve from the harassment.

1925h
There is a constant stream of loud mufflered vehicles that I get to here, as if ever other vehicle was party to such egregious maintenance. The perp assholes have also done this on sleepless nights, going past 0100h, streaming loud vehicles in a near constant train.

I encountered an article by Dr. Steven Greer, the head of the Disclosure Project, an initiative to obtain the best UFO evidence and present it to influential agency heads and to politicians. This article describes how he hit a brick wall in some respects, as there was wide knowledge of his intentions, and the media was also phoning up about it. What he came to realize was that his thoughts, words and intentions were being monitored in real time. He has some anecdotes as to how this deep secret cabal operates, and it is in alignment with what I have come to know firsthand. It is access to technologies that aren't even concievable by ordinary citizens, and Dr. Greer even uses the words "scalar energies", something I have long suspected. Little by little the players revealed their capabilities to him, and suggested that the presidents and prime ministers are wholly ignorant of this deep black operation, and should be kept that way unless they want to end up like JFK, in a box. (And maybe others, e.g. Olaf Palme, prime minister of Sweden).

Dr. Greer writes:

I came to realise that the government of the United States—and of every other nation—was really hostage to an illegal, rogue group that had technologies that could do circles around a B-2 Stealth bomber and could, at will, terminate a presidency or terminate any other person who got in its way.

None of this suprises me, and I am quite certain that the perp assholes trashing my life are the same ones shaking down the leading politicos on an as/when needed basis. And if they have decided that more war and strife is to be initiated and continued (e.g. Iraq), then the political players who are privy to this are not going to say very much. This is the reason I think the Democrats have gone so pathetic, and their presidential candidate Hilary Clinton in particular. Just my opinion, but Dr. Greer does back up what I have come to know, to the best of my knowledge, and mostly without corroborating details.

I would go one sterp further, and consign the government, CIA, FBI and other like organizations to be an unwitting part of this all-powerful deep black entity, and often are working on projects that suit their hidden masters, e.g "torture rendition". (Pardon my naivete, but why would the CIA engage in this in the first place?). I also suspect that honorable and capable employees of these organizations are being driven out, and the psychopathic assholes are replacing them. And furthermore, these traits and perspectives can be detected remotely, and then the psychopathic contiengent target their employees for removal who are "too honest", that is, who are not rapacious, cruel and servile.

And as I type that up I am getting the overhead pounding starting up, and it seems this is a good place to break off this heavy duty topic which could become a blog itself.

2010h
I am getting the beeping vehicle noisestalking, something that has dogged me everywhere I go to the degree that road traffic supports the cover story. As usual, an unbidden thought was the event that caused this to "happen", but I never had this many horn sounding vehicles before all this came on me now five years ago to the day (04-15-2007).

2115h
I am getting loud mufflered vehicles loitering within earshot, about one every five minutes or so. As they do so consistently, they sit there idling and over-revving before they go anywhere. This assumes these actually exist of course, and aren't the product of the games of the perps and their noise projection devices.

2140h
Another serial herding of the operatives egressing this putative rooming house, and always by slamming the front door and thereby triggering the cover story to make this room shake from some 20' away. By now, every supposed tenant has exited or entered at least once in the past 20 minutes.

The perps are not keeping their cover story straight as to where these fuckers are originating in this rooming house. A grey haired act last night was giving me the stare in the hallway while attempting to enter the room where another regular gangstalker also exits from. So in other words, they are setting them up to belong to any room downstairs, the same floor as my room is, and violate the notion that these operatives are residents.

Another perp fuckaround is to dry out my tongue in my mouth, and it doesn't matter how recently I may of imbibed water. The perps simply dry out my mouth's contents, and routinely do this every night before allowing me to get to sleep. This fits the games where the operatives are exposing their mouth contents when outside; eating, spitting, lip licking, coughing, tongue hanging, smoking and more.

2205h
More door slamming and room shaking; this continual and relentless disruption has been going on all evening and I am sick fed up being the target for these sick assholes who make my live a living hell, and are totally thankless as to the benefits they have extracted; e.g. total mind control.

2245h
A few more zappings when a trigger word was read, but some rare quiet after that. Time to blog off, as it is getting late.

Noise Iterations

1330h
It is a Saturday, and I was scripted to go to the grocery store on account of "forgetting" something I needed to get two days ago. It is simply amazing how many times this plays out into a huge game of the gangstalk gauntlet.

And I was to read the Globe and Mail newspaper, Saturday edition, chock full of reading. The stores are often "sold out" of this newspaper when I attempt to buy it in past Saturdays, but this time I was allowed the last one in the stack.

Reading it became a huge noisestalking event; there were iterations of room and window shaking, in-house door closure noises, outside vehicle door closure noise still standardized to the same whump sound, inside and outside banter, loud mufflered vehicles, some over-revving in this new characteristic style, and the near ubiquitous glass bashing noise. There have been at least ten of these rounds where the supposed resident is a bottle collector for recycle money, but has this phenomenal ability to keep finding new stashes all day long. All of these noises cycle, and then an all-quiet order goes out, and for some 20 minutes or so, there is relative peace. Then a new round again, and the same noises, with the glass bottle bashing being in the latter part of the cycle,

In addition, there are specific words or images or colors that I will see in reading the paper, and these are noisestalked on top of the above "background" interations. Often the names of countries are noisestalked, and a story on breast feeding also got an inordinant share of specific noise. That too, is a perp obsession, more than mine it seems.

1610h
Now that I have digested tea and chocolate, a new round of room shaking and hallway noise is scheduled. Plus, I am reading about 9/11 and that seems to really bring out the activity as noted in past blogs this week. The distant loud motorcycles noise is also playing, one of the regulars in my last residence.

The constant stream of operatives moving about in the hallway continues, along with the "Cheers" like convivial atmosphere where everyone knows everyone else except me of course. This serves as a cover for more hallway tromping, door knocking and voices, only to repeat again in a few minutes.

1815h
The overhead noise pounding has started up, the first today, but it is the digestive period following dinner, and this is prime fuckover time, something that has been consistent for 4.5 years. Plus, I was reading about Anna Nicole Smith's biography, and that too brings on specific noisestalking. It is at least morbid that they noisestalk me over reading obituaries and biographies of deceased individuals, and all the more so when the person hasn't yet been interred.

I have stated in past blogs that the perps are often planting blonde women gangstalkers around me, especially at the beginning of journey leg or in circumstances that are new. And of course, there are plenty of iconic blondes in the news, which is selectively governed in my case, right down to delayed pixel display and everything else that goes on with online presentation. I won't make a call on their possible association with Anna Nicole's demise, and leave at the morbid exploitation level. I wasn't there, and nor have I seen any recent video footage to know what she has been like of late.

I was interested to find out that the bad boy on Enron, Ken Lay, who expired before his appeals were finished and jail sentence was served, was a fitness fanatic, and this is incompatible with his convenient timing in that despicable event. Given the seeming reach of the perps, I find it hard not to think they had a hand in the Enron financial disaster, and they do like throwing a financial bloodbath every so often, speaking from experience. And even this city has had a few major bankruptcies and scams in the past year, (Thow and BC Experience)and they seem to have control over all the city maintenance activities, so I wouldn't doubt that their dark hand was in it somehow.

And while out shopping at the grocery store I got the close-in of the gangstalkers while paying the cashier; the WIB (woman in black) who was also aisle-stalking me arrived, and the woman in front of me pulled a self-pack her groceries, absurdly in a backpack (not seeming to be a backpacker type), and made sure she loitered about packing her groceries at least until I departed, walking past this act. Odd how the extra staff helper didn't assist her, but just stood around. This was the first time I paid in cash in over a month, and that may have got them excited too, not to mention the color of the money, as they have an obsession over that as well.

They have stolen my wallet at least 8 times in the past 16 years, and yet they still keep up this extra close gangstalking while making a payment, though I believe there are at least two things going on for them; the money color energetics interaction with me, through the wallet as it sits in my rear pocket, and the psychic energies of payment. Sorting one out would likely help the other. Hence the extensive use of my debit card for the past two months.

1900h
I got "perpnapped" again today; a play on words to denote remote access to causing me to nap, usually for no apparent reason as I get plenty of extra sleep most nights. It was the 1630 to 1720h time frame, and it was not the typical dusk onset coverage that they have been giving me over the past three months. But there was a transition in the weather while I was napping; bright and some cloud to stormy and wet when I got up. (The overhead pounding noise has started up as I wrote that). Then dinner making and eating followed, this activitity took place through the most of dusk onset, as timing that has unknown significance for the assholes who otherwise keep me riled up all day. And by the time I was done, the adjacent parking lot sodium arc lamp was on, and the rain had fully beaded on the plexiglas window I have been given in this rooming house. So it would seem, and there have been many past exercises around the sodium arc lighting in the past, that the perps wanted a full window's worth of lighting, using the adherent rain spatter as the means to diffract more of that special light they like to train on me. (Nearly all public sodium arc lighting is on in the daytime when I am about, even if >500 yards away). There are some particular spectral properties of sodium arc lighting, and a good site was Bearden's, but his in-site search engine has been lifted from the web pages making any reference searching problematic.

1930h
More download hassles; the ISP's Instant Messenger won't run and won't uninstall either for a whole new download. If the notion of "it always happens to me" comes to mind, it may well be true. There are entities that run people ragged, and you won't be the wiser unless they go overt like they have with me and so many others. And I suspect, they also have a hand in at least some disasters, possibly even the "natural kind", as past blogs have noted weather engineering can be credibly bought it seems.

And while getting screwed over the download, and when realizing it, the overhead pounding started up and the neighborhood Ukranian Church bells started ringing, this being a stormy Saturday night. Nothing new about the church bells going off at odd hours, this "happens" all week, every week.

02-18-2007
A remotely applied slothful effort in not publishing this to the blog site yesterday.

Room Shaking

0915h
As I begin my web news review, an operative has arrived in the bathroom next door, and puts on a fantastic sniffling noise when I change web pages or mouse click. His timing is perfect, right through the wall.

1330h
More pounding of the front door, and shaking the hell out of this room, some 20' away. In other words, the assholes have upped the ante, and are looking to exploit every angle to create noise and "associated" vibrations.

I had yoga earlier, the one male still of six female class members, which was the make up of the cardio-kick and aerobics classes I took when I was in Everett at the Paine Field Y in 1999 and 2000. The woman with the extensive green tatoos on her arms was pulled after the first class, and tatoos and other body coloration/adornments is a perp obsession. Somehow, the perps must know I don't care for them, and are able to monitor my reactions in significantly more detail than I am aware of, and remove the person. It was the same on the absurdly overcrowded bus yesterday; they pulled a black man two rows ahead of me within 2 minutes of bus travel. This has been noted in past blogs, but this was the first black person planting on a bus in months.

I don't profess to really know what their problem is, as the real issue is, why am I being monitored as to every dislike or like, down to levels that I am usually unaware of? Whatever the experimentation objectives are, it is NOT my problem, so why am I being relentlessly hounded over it?

1345h
The perps went into noise and vibration overdrive while I was reading www.dooce.com. With her past bowel and septic pipe problems, I can only speculatively wonder if the sickos are't driving her to distraction, albeit covertly. It is no secret that the perps have a brown color obsession, and that they sabotage every visit I make to take a shit, an example from yesterday's blog will suffice.

The never-get-better nearby coughing jags are erupting again, they are making a comeback even if pathetically forced and affected. The timing is when I read certain key words the fuckers like to focus on, having made me to associate with this particular one in the past by way of illegal means. It is about time they sickos quit playing games and get their gutless and sick asses out when they supply me with boundless cash. And as I repair the typos, the coughing starts up again; the obvious association is that this is letter or word specific, and thats when the noise eruptions occur. This coughing stunt must be at least three months running now, and it is the same perpetrators.

I also had some each side coughing at yoga today, and the lady in the brown and pink workout outfit (you read that correctly) also seems to fall into the never-get-better category. And it so "happened", we clashed hands once, something certain swimmers would do to me when I was with the local Victoria Master's Swim Club, the locus for at least six operative hires it seems. (It is the "go back East" disappearance excuse that repetitively erupted over the 12 years I swam with them.) Never mind the bounty of new vehicles and extensive home renovations that "happened" in the club.

1415h
The overhead pounding at highly selective intervals has been ursurped by a suck job, a vacuum cleaning that is another hallmark of being stalked. These have erupted in every location that I have lived in the past seven years, and it is simply amazing how so much time could be devoted to cleaning one room. And for that, I get a fuel oil smell jammed in my nose.

1430h
Now a yawning assault has started up; I am not tired, and yet these keep coming on. I also notice this when I go into new situations/locations, and it is not just me that it is happening to. It is, as reported in past blogs, the perps demanding to see, or measure energetics, inside one's mouth in comparison to that of others nearby, the gangstalkers. Normally this is done outside by the spitting, open-mouthing and eating activity of the operatives/gangstalkers, but when inside, these are more problematic. As before, not my problem, yet I am harassed at every move.

1600h
There are more details to this harassed existence that I keep "forgetting" to add, and it is becoming greater in number. I hope that this doesn't mean the beginning of the end of my blogging as I have found that motivation is highly manipulatable, and that it may come to pass that the mind-controlled "I" won't be able to summon the effort to blog. This is an pre-emptive warning, just in case the fount of reportage on this inanity/depravity dries up. If it does, you can be rest assured that it was a mind-controlled cessation of blogging, and not my choice. Unless of course there are other plans for me that I am unaware of.

Past readers will also note that I have raised this point before; that I cannot be sure, with the constant incursions on my PC for every session, that I am even on the web as it truly is, and not on the perps' governed web server. I have encountered some very strange PC/system names and put these examples in this blog, but no technical comment was recieved as to what it meant. And, as mentioned, I have no hit counter availible to me to even have an inkling that this is being read.

1805h
The overhead pounding is on again, all to noisestalk the digestive period after dinner. Never mind it is the same food nearly all the time, with minor variations, and that they have imposed dietary simplifications by way of mind-control, the perps still want to pound noise into me at this juncture. The energetics of food digestion has been their biggest obsession after gangstalking me all over town when I had my vehicle. They must have a few hundred objectives at least, and the most attainable looks to be 100% mind control given their incremental improvements each day.

More phone fucking; the call with no one on the line; often strategically placed between room shaking which is recieving extra vibration tonight. Then a second prank call, as if Mastercard were phoning me, with forced coughing going on outside my door when I answered it again. The assholes put on quite a flurry of action there, and I wonder what it is that causes them to erupt like this?

1850h
The perverse steady procession of loud mufflered vehicles transiting in the distance is being replayed, and some motocycle noises added in too. It would be difficult to concieve just where these noises are originating, as there are no traffic arteries close by, except for the louder one, close by. Like last night, the authenticity of the noise is becoming less of an issue for the perps.

More irritable bowel games all day, despite being given a colon cleansing crap of substantial proportions yesterday. This began last night, only one meal later and has been playing all day today without any relief.

2040h
More room shaking of the more aggresive kind. The supposed causal agent, the closure of the front door, hasn't changed any, but the amount that this room shakes as a "consequence" has. Which does give a good idea of the latest jerkarounds and which are currently successful.

2130h
I am becoming rather demotivated tonight, as there are a number of details I could incorporate in this blog for today's harassment and gangstalk stunts. Somehow, I am not interested, and perhaps there is some book reading to do instead.

Operatives Herding

1615h
In fact, they are frequently engaging in serial arrivals or departures like a frat house with classes on the go. Each time the front door gets slammed/closed, this room shakes 20' away, and as I typed that, the overhead pounding started up again.

Earlier, there had been a 25 minute run-up of the aforementioned egress noise plus voice noise from both outside and inside this seeming rooming house, and then the pounding began. This time, the perps made me/let me yell at them for doing this, and the noisestalking continued for another five minutes, and then all was quiet until I was eating chocolate (read brown colored food- perp obsession). The the overhead pounding started up again until I had finished the dishes. They also scripted an extra runny nose before I started the dishes and I was obliged to clean it up with kitchen paper. Once the dishes were done, the overhead pounding stopped until now, 20 minutes later.

All the above mentioned run-up of noise was coincidental with me reading my new book, Suburban Spies, which is the story of a business excutive being harassed and followed, as well as having his own words repeated back to him, by individuals who weren't party to the conversation. Anyhow, I was hoping to read it through, but the perp script was to pound the ceiling and have me change my activity in an attempt to end that ruckus. It worked, but only until I did something else that they sought to noisestalk, that being tea and chocolate consumption.

I will supply a review of this book when I finish it, but clearly it is the case of yet another person being hounded by organized parties with similar methods as I experience. Put that in your clinical hat you sickos that hound me/lie to me over medical reasons.

The ambient light has been manipulated constantly while eating and digesting the tea and chocolate. Regular readers will know that the perps have an obsessional fixation with the brown color in all its presentations, and that is in addition to their other color games over deep red, deep green with typically white, black and silver grey as adjunctive reference colors.

I got my fill of specific colored vehicles as I walked 20 minutes each way to Trafford Books to pick up the above title; this is a on-demand printing company is well established with a huge selection of titles. There are at least three titles in reference to Einstein and did he get relativity wrong. From what I have read, and experience, he either didn't go far enough, or didn't want the hoi polloi (every day folk) to know. And there is a huge gapping hole between classical physics and quantum physics, and many hundreds of unifying theories. The two web sites on the right are two of the better theories, though Bearden is a tough read, but his physical descriptions and predictions fit the harassment profile of application of extra-conventional physical forces that are controllable from a distance. And that includes time reversals, age regression, which is what they did to me, although I don't complain about that very often as vanity prevails.

It was a 20 minute in-city walk crossing four thoroughfares in town, and as I walked along the last arterial street, there was a red or deep metallic red vehicle coming from a side street, either in front of me, or behind me, for four side streets in succession. The habit of stopping one's vehicle at an intersection in the crosswalk is still as ubiquitous as ever, and stopping over top of the broad white stop line is almost mandatory for the shills to collect their vehicular gangstalking pay it seems. Never have I seen such mass rebuking of the traffic laws on this side of the continent, not even in LA.

Deep metallic red color vehicles was also the theme at my Government House wildlands restoration activity this morning; in the car lot next to the tool shed, of the closest 8 vehicles, six were deep red (no scarlet reds) and the other two were black and white. Of the eight, four were Volvos of varying model type; a 240, 740, 850 and the V70. When I got back, there were even more Volvos surrounding the tool shed, but less red vehicles. Past readers will know that I had a silver grey Volvo for 15 years before I gave it to my daughter (who hasn't used it yet) for financial reasons.

I don't have any particular theory as to why the perps prefer me, and my vehicular gangstalkers, to drive Volvos, though I do note they also supply Saabs as well in undue proportions. So it would seem, that there is a distinctive electromagnetic and/or energetic signature of the Swedish steel, that the sickos like to monitor. For the last 12 years of being married , we each owned a Volvo 245; mine was silver grey, and hers was.... you guessed it.... brown (!).

More vehicular gangstalkers are stopping nearby me, parking, and usually open their doors and trunks than ever before. Today, while walking to the day center to marshall for the wildlands restoration activity, the sickos set up two identical Post Office vehicles (red, navy blue and white) on a back residental street to be contra-turning (concentric arcs in opposite direction, e.g a vehicle turning left and another, 90 degrees offset, turning right, making the same arc in opposite directions). As one was backing up, it apparently collided with a pole to get out of the other's way. Then he proceeded forward to made the turn, enough for the other vehicle to get by, and then stopped in the middle of the intersection to get out and "look" at what possible damage he did. This was all about getting maximum color-vehicle action (backing up and contra-turning), then getting out with the vehicle-color body energetics (my theory as to why they like to walk perps through my vacated parking stall), and having me walk by the driver to determine our mutal energetics interaction. I did recognize the driver from past gangstalkings, but I did not know him from Before Overt Harassment (04-2002, BOH) days. Though the driver could of been a morph-over of someone I knew, which I suspect is common as that offers more specific energetics interaction possibilities.

1925h
I am getting noisestalked again, down to every last mouse click and anything I might say, instignated by the noise in the first place. A never ending cycle of noise intrusion based on the smallest of actions; turning out the halogen light, mouse clicking, swearing at their noise and coincident zappings etc. There is no human behavior explanation for the timing and nature of the noise, which is just like the last "upstairs neighbor", which past readers will recall my interpretation as a projected noise incursion. Not only that, the same noises have tracked me for all of my apartments with overhead neighbors since BOH, now three of the last three. (Of the apartment with no upstairs neighbors, I had loud downstairs "neighbors" that the manager also heard but didn't do anything about). Fucking sick, that is all I get all day, and no reprieve.

1935h
Another round of earmuff fucking; I put them on so to not hear the rumblings overhead, and then they shoot louder noise through the earmuffs of the same annoying kind. And as I now have them sitting in front of me (of green plastic construction), the operatives have herded downstairs outside my room and next door for their token bathroom visitation of standing there, and flushing the toilet without benefit of using it. Just like always, they come to flush it only.

Now, ass jabbing as I read a specific number; what it the matter with the sickos tonight?

2025h
Earmuffs are back on, and still the assholes are pumping somenoise through; they are still on their obsession withn noisestalking the word "the". Nearly five years over this alone.

2035h
More overhead pounding through the earmuffs; do I put them on or off? Which has the angle that the assholes are hoping to exploit?

2055h
More transitory vision impairments, one after the other and in concert with the overhead clunking. The long standing practice of starting to cough, even if a blatant put-on, right outside my door, is part of tonight's harassment scene. The overhead squeaking, without earmuffs, continues. The PC, in its newfound oscillating fan like noise, is layered into the noisescape as well.

I am also getting the bimonthly planted notion that they are "imminently ceasing harassment operations", but it is my belief that they are only getting started with 100% mind control to be attained sometime this month. Past readers will note that these planted "cessation" notions has occured before, and the result is the same, I am being harassed all the more.

And more noisestalking timed to specific keystrokes; they either force a typo repair or a short stun-out, so that I expend more effort on this single character/keystroke, and then they pounce with an overhead noise. Fucking depraved and truly gutless that they won't represent themselves face to face. They have every advantage in the world, what is their problem, why are they so relentlessly sick?

And more reading perturbations; the assholes redirect my attention and/or cause it to wane (by remotely applied means) such that I don't get to read what I want, with my own intention, if there is such a thing. Or is it another piss-off among many tonight to keep me cranked up and using interrogative sentences, like this?

2210h
More intermittent overhead pounding over the last hour or so. Now a siren noise and coinicident vision fuckery, masers and plasma games are constant.

And another website on gangstalking, though it seems to be corrupted in some way, as the links are inactive (or my version is). My case manager attempted to plant some doubt as to whether I am being gangstalked, so this one is for her. Here it is. Another one, if the links are broken is: http://www.gangstalking.ca/. Read it and tell me it isn't happening.

And look at this, a list of gangstalking sites at Whosarat. And again, eat this from a Google search; 18,400 English pages for gangstalking.

It is fucking absurd I cannot engage anyone in a genuine dialog over this, with some TI exceptions. This is on par with Holocaust deniers, that is the extremeness of their position; this means family, doctors, health professionals and all the other assholes who contribute to this Potemkin village, with me as the centerpiece about which this depravity hinges.

Enough venom spilled tonight, but that is the nature of being under noise assaults and the rest of it, tempers get real short real fast. And the above perp helpers know it too, as they never make another reference to any of my blowups or logical arguements for that matter. I am blogging off before I short circuit over another typo, as there has been far too many.

Streetsweeping Sundays

1000h
At least two passes by the street sweeper this morning, and it is becoming a perp favorite. Normally not seen as it is an early morning activity, it has become clear that they plant it on my laundry days, which are never consistent week to week, and are now bringing it out when no municipal maintenance workers ordinarily work. One of the more benign activities.

I got my vertical/horizontal repose transition noisestalking again last night, and similarly this morning. Last night, 10 minutes before bedtime, the revelling yobos came back, louder and with a guitar. Theri noise covered me from the sitting position to being in bed and falling asleep. The also saw fit to lob two unopened cans of Coca Cola across the parking lot outside my window, and that would constitute more brown (liquid) games, after I had turned out the light, but was changing out of my clothes, and then another when prone in bed. Later, the yobos came back for a reprise gangstalk and revelry noise, although decidedly quieter.

Likewise this morning, the overhead clunking started up before I got up, and put on extra loud and longer clunking the moment "sidereal radiation" came to mind, and then this noise tracked me over my morning routine of breakfast, shaving, and dental hygeine.

1120h
The protracted and forced coughing act has been running, and the front door slammings are 3 for 3; the last 3 web page display changes, even if text blocks, have been noisestalked at the very instant they change. Amazing timing for the "roomies" of this putative rooming house.

And here is a news story, and I have no idea if it has any perp significance vis a vis me, but they do like me to read on the topic of torture, and that is one of their favorite topics to noisestalk. An unfortuneate Canadian citizen, Maher Arar, was shipped to Syria from the US and tortured there, and eventually sanity prevailed and he was freed. This is the story, and it is current in reporting that he was paid out some $11.0 million dollars, and the Canadian government even apologized. Meanwhile, the US government keeps him on their no-fly list to continue the beligerence they began this story with.

A good deal, almost a "happily ever after" story; but there are other covert torture victims that don't get any compensation, and won't ever get any apology by my reckoning, and I am one. Others are here.

1335h
Back to room shaking and the overhead tromping noise of yesterday; all to get me cranked up before lunch if the pattern is going to repeat again.

More crumbs in the night arrived to encircle my office chair that I am sitting on, a mashed in brownish substance. And someone applied goo on my glasses in the night, and was likely the same party that was flipping the temple piece against gravity and with no means of conventional impetus, to interfere with the cleaning and to get me riled up over it.

1200h
And an all-quiet order has gone out while I bookmark various mind-control sites, some of them being researched books, some which may find their way into this blog. And this does seem to be a perp strategy, pumping me with legit references to their own nefarious methods and technologies. And also, having me put these in as links into this blog. The stuff of their own creation is getting noisestalked, or is under intense scrutiny in the absence of the noise.

1240h
This is the post-mealtime noisestalking flurry, and for good measure, they added an operative doing plastic bag flicking and rummaging outside my door in the hallway in concert with the noise of running water in the pipes, one of the most used introduced noises going. On top of that, an operative is taking a shower in the next door bathroom as part of the "clean drive" (read water noise and energetics interaction) that has suddenly sprung forth in the last few days. The term, "taking a bath" for the perps has a whole new meaning.

1255h
The herd of operatives has cranked up the noise activity; pacing back and forth in flip flops in the hallway outside my room, the on-cue coughing or front door slamming when I change a web page or scroll down, the motorcycle noise is ramping up, three events in the last five minutes, and the PC has taken on a new noise. This is the current big time for the perps, determining the energetics of food digestion, and in this case, it is a red-brown tapenade on brown tortillas with white cheddar cheese and chicken meat inside. Quite the daunting collection of colors given their purposeful gradual introduction of vehicle colors when I am outside.

1405h
And in conjunction with the noise, though less than the last journal entry, the perps are persistently planting smell up my nose, the so-called air freshener, even if no spraying was conducted in the hallway.

Then a zap on my right thumb as I detected an cognition error, which was no doubt enhanced by some fuckery in making the article difficult to keep track of the threads. And, in journalling this, the zinger maser has come to visit and hang about in front of me. There are no end of them today, and they usually sweep ahead of any location I am about to utilize. No onto senseless vehicle engine over revving. This sounds like yesterday all over again.

1420h
More sonorous vehicle noise; this is the city with a 50% bad muffler problem if the frequency of such vehicles is to believed from the noise continuance.

Enough dulldom for anyone, even for the assholes who are running me.
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Today's Top Noisestalked Words:
gallium-arsenide (GaAs), immune cells

A Rare Early Morning

1025h
The herd of operatives is on the move, and their coughing jags too as they slam the front door in this putative rooming house and use that as a cover to shake this room each time they do so. The frat house like concentrated comings and goings even apply to Saturdays, as they seem to want to exercise me over varying get-up times. Today it was an 0805 get-up, "only" a 9 hour sleep, and one hour more than normal. And only one awakening to have them script me to look at their grainy light show again, where everything appears to be in a highly grainy B&W film exposure taken without benefit of a flash.

And for extra events, someone even banged the floor underneath me, where there are no residents.

And by forcing me to open the window to relieve this putrid smell that has arisen, a diesel truck arrives under my window, and out pop two operatives putting on the UK accent, another one of the perps' obsessions in hounding me all the time. And no less, it was in a deep brown color, and to no surprise, more noise is joining this current flurry as I type this. And what was their mission? Why to prop up the folded lawn chairs that were left 10' from my window in the adjacent parking lot (falling by themselves of course) and to turn them 90 degrees. They also turned the broom that is on the ground some 90 degrees for more practice in orientation games.

1045h
Now glass bottle bashing in combination with someone putting on the coughing act. Predictable noise combinations.

1110h
Another iteration of the diesel truck outside my window and the serial operative herd moving through the front door and the "associated" room shakings.

More username and password stalking; this is an everytime event where noise is coordinated at the moment of me keying in my login details. Having me fuck it up doesn't hurt either, and any preventive measures such as reading what I type also get defeated by some remotely applied means.

1150h
Another round of room shaking and hallway tromping with an siren act thrown in simutaneously.

1330h
Back to door slamming and room shaking. Often, there is no egress associated with the front door activity, just an out and out slamming noise and room shaking is not optional.

1400h
This is getting dull, but the perps have been cycling more iterations of the above activity as well as running the noise of loud mufflered vehicles especially in concert with the slicing of cheese when making lunch. Now, the maser zingers floating in on me.

1520h
Tea and chocolate are done; back to the over-revving loud mufflered vehicles and their noise of departure.

1635h
The overhead "hammer" has arrived to pound and squeak the floor boards over top of me. This is the wind up before dinner, and fits the usual pattern of this specific noisestalking method. More loud mufflered vehicles are also being added into the noisemix. Maybe and early dinner will thwart the continuation of this noise, though there has been plenty of food digestion time noisestalkings of late.

1900h
The dinner is done, and before that, another totally unneeded nap of an hour duration, at dusk onset again. A UHaul truck came to join me for dinner in the adjacent parking lot; it sat there for about two minutes, and then turned around an departed. The backing up served as a cover for a 10' x 4' swack of red plasma "reflecting" off the wall, and the yellow lights at the corners of the box had some value too. That is the kind of company I usually get for dinner, above the bathroom visitations next door.

The usual early PC/internet session vision impairments are coming on. Why the perps choose this time to play games with what I see is unkown, but they are extremely annoying.

Another next door bathroom visitor; it as a sniffling visitor who happened to be also hacking, and then "disappeared" in that they didn't do anything else there, or even exit. There are many of these type of visitors and I don't know what the perps are testing for by teleporting them out of there.

For more noise variety tonight, the woo hoo's have erupted next door for a simulated hockey game male bonding experience. Never mind that they are esquisitely timed for me keying a specific letter of the alphabet usually when fixing the forced typo's. Better than the affected coughing that plagues the residents of this putative rooming house?

2010h
The overhead clunking has arrived 1.5 hours after mealtime, the latter stages of dinner digestion. I had thought they had achieved a shorter follow-on from dinner, even 30 minutes, so I don't know why I get this "hammer" at this time, as it also occurs for nightime awakenings when they want to noisestalk my thoughts then.

This city of the loud mufflered vehicles continues the parade outside my room; there is equal measure of the "performance" mufflers and the ill-maintained mufflers. This doesn't include the loud motorcycle noise, which is also frequent, and there are no bikers' bars within miles. I can only assume these are projected sounds, as there wouldn't be many motorbikes out at this time of night.

And more ass jabbings tonight, especially in concert with a recollection that may be obscure, and I assume, not yet controlled by the perps. After hounding my recall abilities for over 4 years, it is likely that they can manipulate most of them by now.

And the perps are all over me with noise when researching this story about Margie Schoedinger who accused Bush of rape and other sexual crimes against both her and her husband. I did not know of it until today, but it seems to be the latest bait for the perps to launch noise flurries over as I read about this unfortuneate person. Monica Lewinsky was allowed to walk away, but that isn't always true for sitting presidents it now appears.

2250h
Time to blog off and end another dreary day (and blog).