Fear and Trepidation

03-04-2014
The boss on phone and I overheard "someone just came in", in reference to me. Later, I realized that it might be due to some financial matters I won't get into now, and so the planted trepidation over a considerable amount of money to possibly repay came on all afternoon. This while fencing on a 80% slope and under the power lines. [Added 03-10-2014; the perps have a long history of hitting me with large financial burdens. Two houses were sold at a loss, the divorce cost me $30k when $5k would of done it, and another similarly large bill that was for an expense I won't get into, but the causal  situation was perp managed. So might they pull this again after four large expenses/losses in the past? One can bank on that, as in emptying my bank account and then some].

It is often a big perp moment when crossing under power lines; I heard about the 1998 Swissair flight 111 disaster while driving along and crossing under power lines. Extrapolating from this, the perps like to arrange disasters and death events when/where there is extra EMF energies near me. Another one is to arrange demise events shortly after moving my residence to a new location; in 1997 I had moved in July, and was out at a friends summer party, got back about 2100h, put our daughter to bed, and turned on the TV, and the Princess Diana accident was all over the news. A few hours later, she was declared dead. And the now ex was extremely pissed that this event occurred, being of UK origin and very much a loyalist to the UK royal family and all. And I might add, the now-ex very likely knew the perp background on why they like "whacking" prominent personalities. Only a year earlier, she was bawling her eyes out each evening for two weeks, and I never did get to the bottom of that. I reckon she was let in on the perp abuse plan then, as to what they were going to do to me, which unfolded when they went berserk/overt in 04-2002. (Which included divorcing the antagonistic wretch).

A helicopter; low and overhead and S bound when putting the metal fence mesh on the concrete driveway to cut it to half height. Within an hour it came back, this same white EC135, and then again after work when mailing the owner's letters at the PO. When at the PO, all for less than 30 seconds, I also got the white trades van pulling in ahead and adjacent to the outside mail boxes, and then a black pickup pulling in 10 seconds later beside the van and behind me while standing at the box posting the letters. I would often get extra stalking when posting letters from 2003 to 2011 when in Victoria, but as I now live in a smaller town, and electronic billing is more common, I rarely have letters to send. BUT, as this is the second time in a week I have mailed letters for this same person, (and the second time ever I have mailed a letter for someone else since 2003), it is mighty curious I got all this gangstalking coverage and an overhead helicopter as well. I hadn't seen this all-white EC-135 on past helicopter stalkings until today. Though they do like that particular model of helicopter, possibly because of its distinctive low volume noise, as they can come on one with short notice due to their softer purring noise instead of a the Bell helicopter's hum.

03-05-2014
A drive to Penticton, then Oliver to get a particular wire mesh for continuing fencing work. I was with the owner to do the heavy lifting for her, riding in her metallic dark red Volvo wagon, the perp's very favorite color after the greyscale series of white, silver-grey, grey and black. So whatever metallic red energy "vibes" that came off me when outside the vehicle must of been of significant importance at each stop. At the farm supplies store they put on two E. Indians yakking, one standing on a blue waffle plate raised platform for some curious reason. The usual Unfavored head wear and beards too, and I wasn't allowed to look at them much. I got the blonde turnaround stunt; standing at the counter at the entry aisle end with her back facing me and then when 4' away, and about to make a R turn, she turns around to say hello. Not that attractive at it turned out, though first attractive from behind at first with a slim build.

03-06-2014
I am installing fencing on a 90% slope; lugging a 30lb roll of fence wire, and had nowhere to hang onto. The existing fence was covered by this fine mesh fence I am putting up, so there wasn't a lot of options as to hand or foot holds. The perps love to invoke more harassment adversity when in adverse situations, and this was no exception. The roll of fencing would slip from my hands, the wire ends would excessively snag, I put my hand down at least 3x into cacti spines etc. So far, no roll of wire, rocks or me has rolled down this steep slope.

03-07-2014
Major hassles/abuse tonight; a follow-on from family feuds at the vineyard which got very cranky, though I take a neutral position on all of this. I had been working on the steep slope doing fencing, then "moving the brown", in the form of pumping cider from a trailer into tanks for fermentation, some 3,000L worth. Good for four hours of work or so, including clean up.

Hassles at the homestead include food flicking, where a crumb or portion will flip or eject onto another object, often another food item. Or else forced to create a mess, and do the perps ever like creating messes. Another abuse method they like is pulling items from my grasp; earlier today a box of hose fittings was pulled from my hand all to land on the concrete pad where the  quails have crapped . Ergo, a whole bunch (15 or so) of fittings that were perfectly clean and dry that had to be cleaned. Thanks for the extra hassle.

03-09-2014
Sunday, but I worked on fencing on this 90%+ slope; walkable, but barely, and one wouldn't want to fall down and roll, as you would likely keep going to the bottom. I worked in forestry and on this one project with steep hillsides one of my confreres fell down a steep slope and had to be flown to hospital. And of course, it wasn't likely an accident, so what deal do the perps make with someone if they agree to it in advance? The perps must have a very specialized list, something like the life insurance business, where a car accident is worth "x" and a hospitalization is worth "y" etc.

The first day of Daylight Savings time, and surely no coincidence that I am working this day. The perps are heavy into sidereal time, (time according to solar system), and it would seem this is what they would like, having me work this first day.

The perps screwed me out of an hour's sleep this morning, having me doze off after the alarm went and was turned off. Therefore, no coffee (brown color games), no chocolate, and no torso shaving in order to expedite getting ready to head out to the vineyard.

More fencing installation hassles today, but at least I got away from the steep slope and can stand up without the perps wobbling me over. Wire, in the form of mesh or as strands, is one of those things that does what it wants, having unpredictable and ornery characteristics, and made worse by the perp's telekinetic real-time abuse show.

I need a switcher for my LCD monitor; the basic DVI cable split two ways for two sources didn't work. An amplified switcher is needed, and are some $200US, which means $300 by the time exchange and courier ransom is paid to get it into Canada. Or, do I purchase a new $325 Dell monitor that has both DVI and HDMI connections, which is what I want. This present monitor has Displayport (useless) and a DVI connection, but no HDMI. Someone had this planned long ago to end up in this conundrum it would seem, because I wanted HDMI at the time I purchased this monitor, but somehow "forgot". This monitor was purchased in 2012, and there is nothing wrong with it, apart from no HDMI connection. Do I switch monitors (buying a new one), or do I purchase a switch? Tough one, and I hate to waste good things. The perps just love these object-ownership games and the relationship one has to to it, and disposing of it. I would hazard a guess that object sentience might also be part of the abuse/harassment agenda.

Related to object sentience, is live object sentience, say, with trees and plants. I cannot count the times my perp abetting mother goes on about certain tall trees and which ones need to be taken out or other specific plants that need to be removed. I would assign this as gratuitous mentioning, but it is always in the guise of dingbat/dip-shit with poor recall, so one cannot be sure what is the real purpose behind this blatant pandering.

I best get this posted and keep my Sunday evening posting schedule. Ever notice that the perps like to disrupt schedules and any rules (of prudent practice) that one follows? Like all the time. I twist tie the above mentioned fine mesh fence with strand wire, and I want to keep the same clockwise twisting of wires together, just like electricians do. Am I allowed to keep this habit? No......sir; they constantly have me twist the strand wire in the opposite way, all morning today. And what is the point of that for crissakes?

Laundry Obstruction

1155h
A sheets and towels laundering today, the first for the sheets in Woolite detergent, and lo, if the assholes didn't stop the laundering in mid-cycle, leaving the load soaking wet. So... duly mind-fucked, I shifted the load, even if it wasn't unbalanced, secured more detergent, and restarted the same cycle. And by dint of magic or fuckery, the load did complete the second time, though I have in past laundry Fuckover games, been dispatched to other floors and their laundry facilities to complete the task. And having been burned so many times with laundering in the past, I always ensure a balanced load at the outset, and this particular load has been successfully laundered the first time 90% of the time, but today, for "some reason" (read, malevolent fuckery), the assholes wanted to protract the exercise.

Other bullshit this morning was the continuing campaign to inflict lesions while shaving, not nicks as they are ovoid in shape, nor are they pulled hairs either. And they even treated me to a live lesion infliction no less, to show me how they do it. As I was drawing the razor across my tummy left to right, there was a lesion that erupted with a small amount of blood one half inch below the razor. So it would seem they wanted a blood sample to erupt just as the razor was passing by, in motion. And after two years of full frontal torso shaving, this is where they are at. Along with at least six more lesions they inflicted with varying blood colors, plus another at my lip to then blood-ify the fresh towel I started this morning. Just another day in this insane abusive Fuckover that now runs 8.5 years, and shows no signs of ending, given the more longer range plans they seem to be developing about returning me to more normalcy like involved cooking and longer term employment. In the latter case, they want me doing horticultural jobs for four months of the year, with two or more employers, so I expect the assholes to continue this penurious imposition for 2011, despite all the jobs that I have applied for in vineyards, local and other, not to mention other better paying work. As I have conveyed in the past, the perps put a huge amount of focus on the concepts and nature of employment, job applications, and all associated activities, especially paydays. And it seems to be especially important to the assholes that I am kept in horticultural jobs (read, low paid peseant wage rate) that involve weeding, pruning, bulb picking and handling, composting, flower cutting and the like. Whether this will be the year they allow me to return to IT isn't clear, but by the end of 2011 it will be, as my Oracle 11g upgrade training of late 2009 and early 2010 will be stale-dated by then.

1600h
A previous few hours expended on the wonders of metadata identification of music. I swore I wasn't going to get into this as the recent head-banging disfunctionality of MusicBrainz was plenty adversity for a long time, but "somehow" I forgot that resolve and stumbled upon TagScanner, and I could almost make my way around without benefit of the Help files. That high attention effort was also accompanied by overhead pounding, something that has occured before. Any new softare of any kind gets extra attention from me (like anyone) to understand it and what it does and looks like, and this moment of extra attentiveness (and paranoia as to how the assholes are going to screw my cognition as part of the exercise) is a BIG DEAL I have come to know by the process repeating 100% of the time, i.e. noisestalking, aka coincident noise at the moment of cognition or recall.

I even have the files renamed from the metadata, though I am somewhat pissed that the wretched Windows File Explorer doesn't show the metadata even if the TagScanner does, and even renames files so their lineage of song title, artist album name doesn't get lost in the shuffle of playlists and whatever else in the digital file music world. As one could tell, I haven't got into digital players as I don't have a pressing need to, even while doing dull farmwork jobs, as I want to know what is going around me all the time in public places. So.. no headphone wearing for me, which is just fine, leave it to the Fuckwits and all their hacks, especially those on the city bus show.

And so the above mentioned laundry came to conclusion; restarting the same laundry in the same machine after the washing machine obstruction, and lo, if it didn't launder normally and complete with a full spin cycle that drained much more water from it. And I see with this load, done many times, that the extra 15 minutes of dryer time amounted to fuck all; they still take extra drying when in with the sheets. I had this problem with a 45 minute drying time, and an hour long appears not to make a difference. Which means the towels got hung up on my clothes drying rack and are still drying, and we do know the perps like damp laundry to dry in all manner of places, and this is the latest one as it is by the room heater.

All the good and planted intention to go to the shoemaker and get the last pair re-soled turned to nothing, as the above mentioned music metadata games precluded such. It is always interesting to note what the perps promote and what actually occurs, as it seems they like to fill me with ambition and then suck me dry of it, even within hours. And as I type this the overhead pounding and concurrent squeaking noises have started up.

Other fuckery last night was zapping me within 5 minutes of getting into bed last night; an overhead clunk with a concurrent zapped sensation is a sure way to have me scream at the assholes, and that is exactly what they got.

2240h
I am being roped into the world of making compressed audio files, though in the FLAC format, not in the familiar lossey MP3 format. Part of the audiophile in me I suppose, though another attribute of mine that has never come to fruition owing to financial pressures even while working, long before the farm ownership sucked me dry in 2000, the quisling ex's last financial folly while associated with me, having been through a few of them before with her. And in retrospect, now I know why she was so reckless with money, as it was all part of the sabotage game that seems to be so important to the perps.

Anyhow, the clunky Exact Audio Copy (EAC) and the TagScanner software are what are enabling me to do the audio file compression and the renaming of the files with metadata respectively. And while in a high alert state to anticipate the clunkiness of each piece of software, why, the overhead pounding starts up. The perps like me in this hypervigilant state, anticipating either software clunkiness or their dynamic sabotage, as it must surely stimulate the part of the brain they are still working on, the brainstem region it seems. I don't know how many times the assholes have put me through the new software learning state, but plenty enough. Last night they had me screwed over Quicken, having wiped out all the renaming rules of the cryptic Payee names that come from the bank download. And so, plenty of renaming again of audio files.

Back in the days when I was allowed to work on real IT work, we did a big application that stored business rules, and dynamically applied them for data loading. It seems that this kind of activity/concept is very interesting to the perps, though I cannot imagine why. Though they do like me to quote the law, should I know it, and set me up with someone who happens to elicit just exactly what I know about a certain recent topic. Adhering to rules is a big deal for the assholes, plus anytime I violate them, within safe bounds of course, say, walking on the "Don't Walk" with no traffic. For them though, they like to have their Fuckwits jaywalking and getting in front of vehicles that have the right of way.