1335h
A Sunday sit-around day, with sunny weather still continuing. Earlier, I made lunch which is routinely invaded with stunts like extra noise from nowhere, flicking olive oil about, foiling my finger motor control, slapping some mess from nowhere on the side of the fridge, sticking the tortillas together so one rips in the center and other jerkarounds. They started the tortilla ripping fuckery up again, having dropped it since late 2006, and true to form, my "reaction" is over the top, aka, rage-fied. No choice in that whatsoever.
But I would say the lunchtime harassment was on the light side, and it maybe that some of the assholes are having a long weekend in the US, where it is Memorial Day. Last weekend we had a holiday here, Victoria Day which was also lighter on the harassment. I expect they will be back at the beserk and insane harassment in full form by Tuesday, May 20. A joint US and Canadian harassment crew no doubt, but I have had Aussies doing their circle-the-room games before sitting beside me at one venue. I suspect the assholes are from many countries, the International SS, Supreme Sickos. There are TI's from all over the world, and the perps like to work the race/skin color angle as much as they can, for whatever they get out of it.
After lunch I read the local newspaper, looking at the job opportunities and the expanded extra job section of listed employers. This was brown food (sprouted wheat tortillas) digestion time, and it was duly noisestalked with the infernal motorcycle noises; Harley Davidson-like, Japanese-high revving ones and the odd buzzy Vespa. Again, I don't know why the like these noises except to note in the first case I utterly loathe the 2 cycle throbbing and gurgling Harley Davidson-like motors.
1610h
And plenty of motorcycle noises getting through my earmuffs while reading about the effective slavery in Dubai. This article seemed to be a big deal for my tormentors.
2300h
I attended Annie Machon's presentation tonight with my TI pals, possibly with caveats. The speaker is a UK intelligence whistleblower, with experience of seeing the supposed protectors being involved in nefarious activities. The sickos "readied me" by forcing a substantial shit just before my TI pals were come by, with plunging and a shower cleanup. Then they were late by over 10 minutes and I went and got a ticket for myself, as I am fed up with fuckups that automatically "happen" with them in my company. They said they didn't know where it was so I walked back to my place, a whole three blocks and they had just arrived. Then the TI driver said she knew the venue from a 9/11 truther meeting presentation. Anyhow, the usual organized confusion over directions and pointing the wrong way (the driver), and somehow we scored a parking stall not too far away. Then the sudden split-aparts when one takes off without informing the others, and the other had a brown colored coffee drink that she needed to finish up before entering, another split-apart excuse and so it went. We were in the last most bench in the auditorium and lo, if a raft of Fuckwits didn't wander past behind me the entire time, with the odd fucker lingering there on sentry duty. I had the usual Unfavoreds; bald heads, fat people (gut strut), male pony tails, a male crotch grabbing act with his mouth hanging open, and big hats. Plus the woman in front of us was so fucking rude in keeping her hands on her head for extended stretches, elbows up and obstructing my vision. I never seen anything so fucking deliberate as that, but then again, I haven't been allowed to be in a public seating venue for over a year until tonight. There were plenty of plasmic augmentations as well; blue plasma sitting in front of someone's head, striated plasma arrangements overhead, a maser beam coming off one Fuckwit's neck and some red flashes to complement the red clothing some were wearing. And another of those Fuckwit vagrant males who start walking toward me, but not looking at me, and the instant I get tensed up about the asshole doing something to me, he turned around and followed his tracks to the corner where he was doing sentry duty.
As the speaker, Annie Marchon, was from one of the "conventional" spy agencies, MI5, I didn't expect that there was going to be any revelations about the shadow clowns, my particular nemesis. It is always interesting to note the levels of knowledge as to what transpires behind world events. She worked in the aspects of the spy agencies' skullduggeries with respect to the 9/11 tragedies, and that there were many experts who found traces of explosives in the rubble. And that the WTC 7 building essentially coming down as a demolition job. And so while the 9/11 "truthers" who sponsored the speaker are looking for an impartial re-examination of the evidence, I get to ponder the fact that it could well be that there were extra-conventional gravitic fuckery games behind it all. There is one video sequence of a World Trade tower facade wiggling in the wind and then the piece just turns into dust. That is the work of the shadow clowns, writ large. So perhaps in a decade or so that there will be a re-examination of the evidence, perhaps after a number of witnesses having a premature demise, and so it might bring some "closure" to that despicable act. But it won't explain the prevalence of concrete dust, the dumping of many truckloads of soil on the site within two days of the event, and nor the strange melted look to a number of vehicles that were in adjacent parking lots, even police vehicles. And so it goes; the ringside seat in hell.
It is late, and it was a very dull day until the above mentioned speaker, so I am calling this one done.
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Sunday, May 24, 2009
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Black Vehicle Remediation Therapy
1600h
A yoga class today, and there were some minor reshuffles in the places that everyone sits, save me and the very regular A, she of the perpetual bad hair dye job, reddish brown in color. I reckon she might be a morphover of my ex-wife, but this is total speculation on my part as it is rare that one can tell. In fact, I never would of known about this capability of the perps, aka shapeshifting, if they hadn't gently introduced me to it by changing the person's face in a minor way, and then later building more complexity into it by having them the same height and build, and then later, same face and build but different race and so on. It is not a big deal, and any suggestions as to who might be who in the shapeshifting department is all perp planted as it is totally pointless to even make such speculations. Only the very regular gangstalkers warrant some speculation as they are likely family, ex'es or others that know me well, and very likely the Ms. C of the story too. Anyhow, this is a total bullshit tangent.
But outside of the yoga venue they had a pre-2002 Volvo 850, the last most good looking Volvo IMHO, and it was all black with black tinted glass all the way around and had the most absurd pimp bling chrome wheels on it. There has been quite a few large black official looking unmarked cars of late that park or circulate around me, and this has been off and on since the early overt harassment days of 04-2002. Then they would have these large black vehicles, as if unmarked police vehicles, sometimes with federal government licence plates on them, and would parade them around when I was outside at my lunch hour in downtown Seattle. But it would seem, like so many features of the Unfavored, the perps use props to simulate components that I would dislike out of natural proclivity or from childhood traumatizations and experimentations (the latter is speculative with some circumstantial evidence), and add them to ones that I find visually attractive. Much like attractive blonde women are being used as an entre before the fugly vagrants, wheelchairs, thuggy dudes and the rest of the Unfavored gangstalking ilk arrive, the bait is that it is a pre-2002 Volvo 850 (Favored), but the black color and glass and bling wheels (all Unfavored) have some kind of negative connotation that is of interest to the perps. It seems that this "visual parsing"of the Favored and the Unfavored in the form of one object (or person) is continuing on the black vehicle front. Another exciting moment for them, another WTF for me. Just like Neil Armstrong stepping on the moon for the first time, but in a more tedious, technical, constrained and abusive construct.
2215h
And another black vehicle was brought into the showroom at the car dealership I work in cleaning for an hour after work hours in the evening. A Mazda Tribute, same as a Ford Escape (like my parents have), and no less, new with black tinted windows. Naturally I end up walking beside and around it to deal with the building cleaning, but another perp prop it would seem, given their preoccupation with placing these in my proximity. Not my problem, so why am I enrolled in this bullshit? If I don't like black vehicles with black tinted glass windows, so why do I have a phallanx of Fuckwits chasing me around with these props?
Never mind; at the cleaning job tonight the boss man put on the message, "quick job tonight". OK, so I just run the vacuum cleaner over the spots of dirt and the paper chads that are becoming ubiquitous; I have learned to be less conscientious about the job. I did it all in 45 minutes including an extra five minutes for an area that ordinarily doesn't get done, and afterward he still bugs me about being "slow tonight". Given that this is the speediest that he expects it, and I did an extra area, I tell him how long I took. He then relents and says it was about right for a quick job after telling my how much more work his area is. Another WTF; these conversational quirks/insinuations of no merit and when challenged he immediately backs off. Nothing new there except that they are more frequent of late. And of course he doesn't explain how he is cutting corners to get his area done faster as normally I would help him out for his last 10 minutes, and that was when I was taking 55 minutes to do my area. Its all a bullshit barrage it seems.
And too, the perps were extra excited when I set off today to go the car dealership. Not only did I have my brown food consumed that was made fresh from the ingredients with a new plastic tub of tapenade, but I even was honored with the blonde and fugly dude combination, in the hallway when waiting for the elevator. The fugly dude in the low brow ball cap hiding half his face "shows up" as a neighbor happening to exit the adjacent apartment while I was waiting for the elevator. And when it arrives, why a gorgeous young blonde woman steps out in a hesitating way. That was it for excitement, because I had him, and three more dudes on me when I exited the building, and one geriatric case just standing there outside the adjacent pharmacy, looking like a fish out of water, and intending to look extra obvious about it. There were plenty of others out on my tail, and when I arrived at the car dealership and secured the vacuum cleaner, why another swarm was on me; a woman from behind, and this creepy salesman that just keeps getting in my way, being behind the corner. There was another party circling the building after I got fucked out of remembering to get a new jug of floor detergent. These extra back and forths jerkarounds because of forced forgets are now of a frequency never experienced before are getting to be a fucking pain.
And heavy noise today; loud mufflered vehicles both "performance" mufflers and the hoarse sounding ill-maintained ones, and at least four of these per minute, often serially. This was apparent in yoga, here in my apartment and then when transiting to yoga and later to the car dealership. Obviously the noise escalation is expected to exact more results, whatever they are for the assholes without the basic gumption to present themselves.
The third consecutive stop-by at the LD store after the cleaning job tonight, and lo, if they didn't fuck up and give me only half of my Rx. That should make it four visits by tomorrow night. And of course, the assholes totally dithered me so I wouldn't catch the mistake. It is all about getting the two bottles of pills in separate plastic bags on separate days. This would be considered their latest accomplishment after seven years of being fucking hounded and prescribed medications that I don't need to keep this entire bullshit clinical excuse (and my rent subsidy) going. And I notice that the LD store is out of Neutrogena Deep Clean again, now running two months, and likely for a similar gambit; to get it from another pharmacy to add to the variability of the source of plastic packaged products. It is endless, this constant churning of combinations and permutations of every plastic or other item, and close to seven years of this utter insane fuckery.
Other assorted gangstalking nonsense was two "guitar stalkings" today, both without a case, just the exposed instrument. One was carried with a black duffel bag slung under it, as if a color reference for the guitar. Most TI's will be familiar with the black, white and greyscale colors that are associated with something the perps are featuring. Carrying kleenex is a popular white color reference object. And one "bread stalking" by the local scary bearded dude. I thought he was a local from the the highrise residential tower nearby, or at least, that is where he disappeared to in his past, some 15 gangstalkings. But no, not when it comes to slinging a loaf of bread in its plastic bag with no carrying bag, just the loaf. Regular readers will know that this curious "bread stalking" is another strange perp feature, and seems to "happen" on yoga days more than any other. Once, one new and odd yoga class member was waving a loaf of bread around after class, claiming she had extra. Truly and fucking bizarre as it is consistent. Go figure. I suspect that bread, or more likely some of its components like gluten are interbound with plastic pollutants in one's blood and tissues, and this "bread in plastic" act is some method to remotely determine an interaction. Of note, today's bread stalking was in the elevator with the scary fuckwit making sure to precede me and then loiter in the lobby before I got back. Another gangstalker somehow arrived ahead of me to also wait for the elevator, the pair of them doing their near routine alignment games.
Enough for tonight; on the happy TI newsfront, Rachael O. is on the road and going south for warm weather. I hope she finds some relative freedom from a grim winter in Boston, though I am sure the sickos have her life arranged for her somewhere, based on previous experiences she has had. A change is as good as a rest in this fraught realm, the hassle factor remaining the same of course. (Very often the perps intensify harassment in a new locale or venue as they know you are not aware of the routines, patterns and the terrain.
A yoga class today, and there were some minor reshuffles in the places that everyone sits, save me and the very regular A, she of the perpetual bad hair dye job, reddish brown in color. I reckon she might be a morphover of my ex-wife, but this is total speculation on my part as it is rare that one can tell. In fact, I never would of known about this capability of the perps, aka shapeshifting, if they hadn't gently introduced me to it by changing the person's face in a minor way, and then later building more complexity into it by having them the same height and build, and then later, same face and build but different race and so on. It is not a big deal, and any suggestions as to who might be who in the shapeshifting department is all perp planted as it is totally pointless to even make such speculations. Only the very regular gangstalkers warrant some speculation as they are likely family, ex'es or others that know me well, and very likely the Ms. C of the story too. Anyhow, this is a total bullshit tangent.
But outside of the yoga venue they had a pre-2002 Volvo 850, the last most good looking Volvo IMHO, and it was all black with black tinted glass all the way around and had the most absurd pimp bling chrome wheels on it. There has been quite a few large black official looking unmarked cars of late that park or circulate around me, and this has been off and on since the early overt harassment days of 04-2002. Then they would have these large black vehicles, as if unmarked police vehicles, sometimes with federal government licence plates on them, and would parade them around when I was outside at my lunch hour in downtown Seattle. But it would seem, like so many features of the Unfavored, the perps use props to simulate components that I would dislike out of natural proclivity or from childhood traumatizations and experimentations (the latter is speculative with some circumstantial evidence), and add them to ones that I find visually attractive. Much like attractive blonde women are being used as an entre before the fugly vagrants, wheelchairs, thuggy dudes and the rest of the Unfavored gangstalking ilk arrive, the bait is that it is a pre-2002 Volvo 850 (Favored), but the black color and glass and bling wheels (all Unfavored) have some kind of negative connotation that is of interest to the perps. It seems that this "visual parsing"of the Favored and the Unfavored in the form of one object (or person) is continuing on the black vehicle front. Another exciting moment for them, another WTF for me. Just like Neil Armstrong stepping on the moon for the first time, but in a more tedious, technical, constrained and abusive construct.
2215h
And another black vehicle was brought into the showroom at the car dealership I work in cleaning for an hour after work hours in the evening. A Mazda Tribute, same as a Ford Escape (like my parents have), and no less, new with black tinted windows. Naturally I end up walking beside and around it to deal with the building cleaning, but another perp prop it would seem, given their preoccupation with placing these in my proximity. Not my problem, so why am I enrolled in this bullshit? If I don't like black vehicles with black tinted glass windows, so why do I have a phallanx of Fuckwits chasing me around with these props?
Never mind; at the cleaning job tonight the boss man put on the message, "quick job tonight". OK, so I just run the vacuum cleaner over the spots of dirt and the paper chads that are becoming ubiquitous; I have learned to be less conscientious about the job. I did it all in 45 minutes including an extra five minutes for an area that ordinarily doesn't get done, and afterward he still bugs me about being "slow tonight". Given that this is the speediest that he expects it, and I did an extra area, I tell him how long I took. He then relents and says it was about right for a quick job after telling my how much more work his area is. Another WTF; these conversational quirks/insinuations of no merit and when challenged he immediately backs off. Nothing new there except that they are more frequent of late. And of course he doesn't explain how he is cutting corners to get his area done faster as normally I would help him out for his last 10 minutes, and that was when I was taking 55 minutes to do my area. Its all a bullshit barrage it seems.
And too, the perps were extra excited when I set off today to go the car dealership. Not only did I have my brown food consumed that was made fresh from the ingredients with a new plastic tub of tapenade, but I even was honored with the blonde and fugly dude combination, in the hallway when waiting for the elevator. The fugly dude in the low brow ball cap hiding half his face "shows up" as a neighbor happening to exit the adjacent apartment while I was waiting for the elevator. And when it arrives, why a gorgeous young blonde woman steps out in a hesitating way. That was it for excitement, because I had him, and three more dudes on me when I exited the building, and one geriatric case just standing there outside the adjacent pharmacy, looking like a fish out of water, and intending to look extra obvious about it. There were plenty of others out on my tail, and when I arrived at the car dealership and secured the vacuum cleaner, why another swarm was on me; a woman from behind, and this creepy salesman that just keeps getting in my way, being behind the corner. There was another party circling the building after I got fucked out of remembering to get a new jug of floor detergent. These extra back and forths jerkarounds because of forced forgets are now of a frequency never experienced before are getting to be a fucking pain.
And heavy noise today; loud mufflered vehicles both "performance" mufflers and the hoarse sounding ill-maintained ones, and at least four of these per minute, often serially. This was apparent in yoga, here in my apartment and then when transiting to yoga and later to the car dealership. Obviously the noise escalation is expected to exact more results, whatever they are for the assholes without the basic gumption to present themselves.
The third consecutive stop-by at the LD store after the cleaning job tonight, and lo, if they didn't fuck up and give me only half of my Rx. That should make it four visits by tomorrow night. And of course, the assholes totally dithered me so I wouldn't catch the mistake. It is all about getting the two bottles of pills in separate plastic bags on separate days. This would be considered their latest accomplishment after seven years of being fucking hounded and prescribed medications that I don't need to keep this entire bullshit clinical excuse (and my rent subsidy) going. And I notice that the LD store is out of Neutrogena Deep Clean again, now running two months, and likely for a similar gambit; to get it from another pharmacy to add to the variability of the source of plastic packaged products. It is endless, this constant churning of combinations and permutations of every plastic or other item, and close to seven years of this utter insane fuckery.
Other assorted gangstalking nonsense was two "guitar stalkings" today, both without a case, just the exposed instrument. One was carried with a black duffel bag slung under it, as if a color reference for the guitar. Most TI's will be familiar with the black, white and greyscale colors that are associated with something the perps are featuring. Carrying kleenex is a popular white color reference object. And one "bread stalking" by the local scary bearded dude. I thought he was a local from the the highrise residential tower nearby, or at least, that is where he disappeared to in his past, some 15 gangstalkings. But no, not when it comes to slinging a loaf of bread in its plastic bag with no carrying bag, just the loaf. Regular readers will know that this curious "bread stalking" is another strange perp feature, and seems to "happen" on yoga days more than any other. Once, one new and odd yoga class member was waving a loaf of bread around after class, claiming she had extra. Truly and fucking bizarre as it is consistent. Go figure. I suspect that bread, or more likely some of its components like gluten are interbound with plastic pollutants in one's blood and tissues, and this "bread in plastic" act is some method to remotely determine an interaction. Of note, today's bread stalking was in the elevator with the scary fuckwit making sure to precede me and then loiter in the lobby before I got back. Another gangstalker somehow arrived ahead of me to also wait for the elevator, the pair of them doing their near routine alignment games.
Enough for tonight; on the happy TI newsfront, Rachael O. is on the road and going south for warm weather. I hope she finds some relative freedom from a grim winter in Boston, though I am sure the sickos have her life arranged for her somewhere, based on previous experiences she has had. A change is as good as a rest in this fraught realm, the hassle factor remaining the same of course. (Very often the perps intensify harassment in a new locale or venue as they know you are not aware of the routines, patterns and the terrain.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Left Side, Then Right Side Noisestalking
1920h
The perps have me in the beam, the faux "reflectance" off the neighboring tower's windows; this time three windows on four floors are trained on me with stroboscopic flickering. (As depicted in past blogs with pictures- no link as I am being prevented from searching). Along with this game, they are putting on the faux neighbor water usage noise, at least 10 minutes worth from the left side, and have now moved it to the right side. And that wasn't enough, as they gave me the creepy crawly sensations on my back and had me rant at the assholes for doing this. Now the ear ringing has been amped up.
All of the above is taking place 30 minutes after dinner, always a primetime for noise and other phenomenon stalking, if not outright harassment. The perps seem to be still working on the assay of energetics of food digestion, using their remote methods, the cringing cowards.
I did another day of toil in the sun all day long and I am totally bushed. I think I will back off tomorrow. It is tempting to use the phrase "I am not as young as I used to be", but that is trumped by the fact that the perps can remotely manipulate all manner of ailments, and routinely do so.
2020h
I am getting more of the knee torquing torture where the perps spin my lower leg some and apply torquing pain at the knee. As always, it is instantly relievable when I lift my foot, but who wants to be doing that every 20 seconds or so. More itches and creepy crawlie sensations and of course, noises, plasma light flashes and other disruption is applied the very same instant I am touching my self to relieve the itch. It is fucking horrid tonight, as bagged as I am from a full day in the sun.
2140h
I am not too dedicated of a blogger tonight while still recovering from a day in the sun, picking daffodil bulbs.
It was a Sunday crew, much smaller, some eight of us, plus the disruptive "rude dude" Redshirt, came at 1100h to rub me the wrong way, especially with his dreadlock hair. Fugly beyond compare, and he hung around me like a bad smell. On the breaks in the crew bus he loitered on the floor behind me, showing off his red shirt it seemed, and did the same when inbound, lying on the floor when there were seats availible. Two days ago, he was parading himself in front of me after the bus had to turn around and get him, again putting on the red shirt show with his plastic gargbage bags as his "gear". There is at least one disruptive vacuous weird in the crowd, and he is it, straight from the Unfavored demographic group list. He asked me how much I was getting, and I told him it was the same as anyone else, which prompted a question from me, was there a possibility of getting a raise? He didn't know; so why did he ask the question if there is no variability of pay for the job? All to rile me with his bullshit it would seem. He is getting to be featured more often of late, even at the morning bus stop when the bus did not come at all.
I am getting more extra-conventional gravitic harassment when picking the daffodil bulbs; the assholes are pulling them out of my fingers before they are placed in the tray, having the bulbs miss the tray when thrown only 2' or less, having bulbs magically "arrive" when I have just finished raking an area, having clods of soil fall immediately into the just raked area where I found bulbs, jabbing my fingertips, spraying me with soil "from" my feet, planting soil in my gloves, giving me extra knee and back pain, slowly pulling my read pants down to expose my underwear, and a few other treats that I cannot recall at this moment. Also note that a single pair of underwear was stolen from my dresser before this bulb picking activity started, so it maybe for a baseline purposes, wherever it may be. The harassment is getting to the point it is very frustrating and that this gig may not last much longer, though I am sure the perps have it all worked out as to the details.
While waiting for the crew bus this morning at 0650h on a Sunday (note) I get this weird dude making a straight beeline for me from 30' away carrying a pair of shoes. He asked me for a light, and I said what makes you think that I have one? He then took off saying something about not getting into an arguement. Then only a few minutes later a woman asks me for a spare quarter and I said I don't have one. She then went on to ask me if I was OK because I looked cold. I didn't of course, and told her I was waiting for a crew bus. Freaking bizarre bullshit to say the least.
Has anyone seen a security guard wearing headphones and listening to music while on the job, (supposedly)? This weird who hangs around the bank only 10' away, while I am waiting on a bench at streetside, later purports to be a security guard. The first time he was standing around at the corner like an open mouthed sentry, like he didn't have a clue as to what he was doing. The next day, (a weekday) I am there, and lo, if he isn't uniformed and in a security guard outfit, seeming to know the bank's employees as they arrive for work at that time. He has headphones on, a silver grey color, which just "happens" to be the same color as my own. (A long story, my headphone wars with the perps). Very strange; a gangstalker sentry dude becomes a security guard at the same location at the same early morning time the next day. OK, he is really an unabashed gangstalker on sentry duty with the headphones (read, magnets) as remote energetics assay enablers. Then today, a Sunday, when there are no bank employees arriving, he is there with his headphones on again, putting on the security guard schtick, moth still agape. Anyhow, I find the entire scenario too strange for words, and that the role changing was a deliberately obvious stunt for whatever reason.
The perps have me on a short fuse of late; the above extra-conventional gravitic fuckery was pissing me off, and immediately so. They also had me reaming out the operative putting on the klutz act who knocked me in the ear with the handle of his rake when in the bus. My usual reticence about creating a public scene has now been wiped out, and I am on instant hair trigger annoyance. In the past, the perps let me keep separate levels of tolerance between private and public locations, but it seems that they are making the more volatile private response more public. I don't have a choice in how I "react", and there have been many times in the past when the assholes had me overreact for their own sick minded agenda. I wonder where this one is going. It just might make any kind of work with others impossible, keeping my provocation intolerance level so high. The frazzle factor is all theirs; from provocation to scripting my "reaction".
Time to call this posting done for the day, and ponder the reality of continued toiling in the fields with the sickos on my back.
The perps have me in the beam, the faux "reflectance" off the neighboring tower's windows; this time three windows on four floors are trained on me with stroboscopic flickering. (As depicted in past blogs with pictures- no link as I am being prevented from searching). Along with this game, they are putting on the faux neighbor water usage noise, at least 10 minutes worth from the left side, and have now moved it to the right side. And that wasn't enough, as they gave me the creepy crawly sensations on my back and had me rant at the assholes for doing this. Now the ear ringing has been amped up.
All of the above is taking place 30 minutes after dinner, always a primetime for noise and other phenomenon stalking, if not outright harassment. The perps seem to be still working on the assay of energetics of food digestion, using their remote methods, the cringing cowards.
I did another day of toil in the sun all day long and I am totally bushed. I think I will back off tomorrow. It is tempting to use the phrase "I am not as young as I used to be", but that is trumped by the fact that the perps can remotely manipulate all manner of ailments, and routinely do so.
2020h
I am getting more of the knee torquing torture where the perps spin my lower leg some and apply torquing pain at the knee. As always, it is instantly relievable when I lift my foot, but who wants to be doing that every 20 seconds or so. More itches and creepy crawlie sensations and of course, noises, plasma light flashes and other disruption is applied the very same instant I am touching my self to relieve the itch. It is fucking horrid tonight, as bagged as I am from a full day in the sun.
2140h
I am not too dedicated of a blogger tonight while still recovering from a day in the sun, picking daffodil bulbs.
It was a Sunday crew, much smaller, some eight of us, plus the disruptive "rude dude" Redshirt, came at 1100h to rub me the wrong way, especially with his dreadlock hair. Fugly beyond compare, and he hung around me like a bad smell. On the breaks in the crew bus he loitered on the floor behind me, showing off his red shirt it seemed, and did the same when inbound, lying on the floor when there were seats availible. Two days ago, he was parading himself in front of me after the bus had to turn around and get him, again putting on the red shirt show with his plastic gargbage bags as his "gear". There is at least one disruptive vacuous weird in the crowd, and he is it, straight from the Unfavored demographic group list. He asked me how much I was getting, and I told him it was the same as anyone else, which prompted a question from me, was there a possibility of getting a raise? He didn't know; so why did he ask the question if there is no variability of pay for the job? All to rile me with his bullshit it would seem. He is getting to be featured more often of late, even at the morning bus stop when the bus did not come at all.
I am getting more extra-conventional gravitic harassment when picking the daffodil bulbs; the assholes are pulling them out of my fingers before they are placed in the tray, having the bulbs miss the tray when thrown only 2' or less, having bulbs magically "arrive" when I have just finished raking an area, having clods of soil fall immediately into the just raked area where I found bulbs, jabbing my fingertips, spraying me with soil "from" my feet, planting soil in my gloves, giving me extra knee and back pain, slowly pulling my read pants down to expose my underwear, and a few other treats that I cannot recall at this moment. Also note that a single pair of underwear was stolen from my dresser before this bulb picking activity started, so it maybe for a baseline purposes, wherever it may be. The harassment is getting to the point it is very frustrating and that this gig may not last much longer, though I am sure the perps have it all worked out as to the details.
While waiting for the crew bus this morning at 0650h on a Sunday (note) I get this weird dude making a straight beeline for me from 30' away carrying a pair of shoes. He asked me for a light, and I said what makes you think that I have one? He then took off saying something about not getting into an arguement. Then only a few minutes later a woman asks me for a spare quarter and I said I don't have one. She then went on to ask me if I was OK because I looked cold. I didn't of course, and told her I was waiting for a crew bus. Freaking bizarre bullshit to say the least.
Has anyone seen a security guard wearing headphones and listening to music while on the job, (supposedly)? This weird who hangs around the bank only 10' away, while I am waiting on a bench at streetside, later purports to be a security guard. The first time he was standing around at the corner like an open mouthed sentry, like he didn't have a clue as to what he was doing. The next day, (a weekday) I am there, and lo, if he isn't uniformed and in a security guard outfit, seeming to know the bank's employees as they arrive for work at that time. He has headphones on, a silver grey color, which just "happens" to be the same color as my own. (A long story, my headphone wars with the perps). Very strange; a gangstalker sentry dude becomes a security guard at the same location at the same early morning time the next day. OK, he is really an unabashed gangstalker on sentry duty with the headphones (read, magnets) as remote energetics assay enablers. Then today, a Sunday, when there are no bank employees arriving, he is there with his headphones on again, putting on the security guard schtick, moth still agape. Anyhow, I find the entire scenario too strange for words, and that the role changing was a deliberately obvious stunt for whatever reason.
The perps have me on a short fuse of late; the above extra-conventional gravitic fuckery was pissing me off, and immediately so. They also had me reaming out the operative putting on the klutz act who knocked me in the ear with the handle of his rake when in the bus. My usual reticence about creating a public scene has now been wiped out, and I am on instant hair trigger annoyance. In the past, the perps let me keep separate levels of tolerance between private and public locations, but it seems that they are making the more volatile private response more public. I don't have a choice in how I "react", and there have been many times in the past when the assholes had me overreact for their own sick minded agenda. I wonder where this one is going. It just might make any kind of work with others impossible, keeping my provocation intolerance level so high. The frazzle factor is all theirs; from provocation to scripting my "reaction".
Time to call this posting done for the day, and ponder the reality of continued toiling in the fields with the sickos on my back.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Reality Distortions and Other Impositions
1340h
The is the Thursday interim between yoga and gym which is to follow. Like I predicted in the last post, the gangstalking stunts have been ramped up, and other impositions have been increased. This morning, it was the derealization games, something long known to me as temporal lobe assaults, the part of the brain at the temple areas. My cursory knowledge of neuroscience is that the temporal lobes are all important to center one and know one's own reality at every given moment, and integrating this into the rest of one's thoughts. I can report that the perps are messing with my temporal lobes on a sustained basis, and not the "floaty" sensations they bring on for 20 to 60 seconds and are immediately ameliorated by rubbing my head, and temporaly changing one's electromagnetic signature. And of course that is not enough harassment; on with constant rage-ification with rovocations using the unconventional application of physicality amomalies to piss me off and have me vocalize, read, swear at the perps using the same stock phrases over the past six years. And even that isn't enough, as they will often disrupt my own syntax and vocabulary to say something nonsensical that enrages me all the more. Just another day, and then I am "readied" to be sent outside to the gangstalking hordes. And lo, if a head-down vagrant fucker didn't nearly walk into me, "forcing" another vocalization on the street. Then finally when at yoga five minutes early, the class had already begun; a pre-class meditation session was in progress, and "somehow" I wasn't allowed to be in the loop.
I am getting a constant barrage of vision impairments, and not the usual transitory ones, so there is a decided increase in harassment on all fronts, and I have another outing, gym that is, to go to. Given how they hound me there with freaks and weirds, I can hardly wait. Things are decidedly strange today, on most fronts, and I am getting extremely stressed over this, along with constant typo saboatge as I write this. Time to go.
1740h
I got my gangstalking posse around me, on the street when walking to the gym and back, as well as the gym itself. There was five dudes ringed around me when I was at the mirror doing overhead lifts, and only one was doing any exercise. The remaining four were keeping their heads down, and engaging in the usual "doing squat" routine I see everytime when there. I had three class freaks, and the same Ethnic Gut dude, this time in a black and red shirt, was hounding me to be in my view anytime I looked up.
I had my usual 500 to 1,000 mobile color coordinated gangstalking vehicles, and at least that many again in parked configurations. And I even got to see some spectacular driving idiocy; a vehicle stopped in the intersection and sat there until the light turned red, and then proceeded to get out of the way. I don't think I have ever seen something so utterly bizarre as a functional vehicle sitting in an intersection. It "happened" to be a navy blue color, which was a heavy component of the gangstalking scene. Only a block away when I was setting off, the perps arranged a cluster of five same navy blue colored vehicles for me to see at a corner where I turned 90 degrees to go to the next parallel block. Some of the most spectacular oddities occur at intersections, especially if I turn a corner.
1955h
Seagulls are squealing outside, and that just might be a perp arranged noise; funny how they start up once the curtains are closed and I cannot visually verify the source of the noise. I had an Asian contingent outside my door earlier, all to add more "voice" noise, but without me understanding any of it. It is the dusk onset time, the perp "silly season" for the day, and I am sure there will be other harassment, having rage-ified me at dinner, eating the new reduced diet, surely another perp insertion.
My lunch and dinner diet is the same, and it is just about always tortillas with chopped chicken over a tapenade or guacamole base with melted chedder cheese on top. It is the crowning achievement of mind control that I eat this same item without complaint for lunch and dinner for over five years now. This would of never of been tolerable in the pre-overt harassment days, as I always had no patience eating the same foods. And today, the perps have begun what they were telling me was coming, that being the reduction of eating half the 11" tortilla at each meal, to only a quarter of it. Which tells me that they have a long way to go to figure out the effects of diet on my bioenergetics, the seeming objective of being harassed by remotely applied means. This is the first dietary modification in five years, and it does suggest that they are sucking wind when it comes to figuring what it is that they are after. But as the perps added a few pounds onto me of late, I am not too fussed about this, and it may be for the good. Though in fact, as my environment and body and most internal body systems are manipulatable, the term "good" can only be interpreted as good for perp operations. I am getting the overhead rumbling noise as I type this, the first instance today, and I suppose that goes with the dusk onset silliness.
2010h
Another gym day is done, and the usual gangstalking and "freak featuring", the Ethnic Gut dude, he of indeterminate ethnicity and with a large paunch hanging out his front. That is two Unfavored classifications, dark skin and a gut. The perps have me highly reactive to both, let alone the combination and him "popping up" where I "happen" to be looking with amazing consistency. It was a three freak class, the aforementioned Ethic Gut being one of them, and thankfully the horrendous clean pate New Bald wasn't there today, his second absence in succession, and hopefully his permanent absence. The perps had me reacting to his highly featured disgusting bald head in a near extreme sense, and it does make me wonder what early development period (to 5 y.o) traumatization is associated with that look. Could it be aliens? Many of the "wandering males" category of ambulatory gangstalkers are wearing hoodies of late, contributing in part to an alien-like head and shoulder configuration appearance.
After shopping at the nearby supermarket after walking back from the gym, the perps had a gangstalker walking ahead of me in a pseudo-hoodie; some strange black hat that differed from a touque in that it had a seam where the top joined the side panel, but it was close fitting to the head. I could go on at length about all the differing hats the gangstalkers wear, especially the colors, but the reality is that hat wearing gangstalkers are part of the Unfavored demographic groups. There has also been more emphasis on purple colored clothing, and again, the perps have me reacting to it in an abhorent way. Which begs the question, what is it about purple I don't like and how did it happen, or why am I "reacting" to it now when I never did until the past year or so?
Not that they would tell me the answer to that question directly, but the recent planting of the notion that they gave me an LSD trip in my early childhood is their "response" to why so many vivid and loathesome colors are being displayed around me. It sounds like it is a tall story, and further adds to the collective notion that they were, and are, absolutely fucking raving lunatics to give a 5 y.o. child LSD. As part of this recent inundation with loathsome vivid colors being planted around me, the perps are also playing plasma games, and creating purple or violet edges on dinner plates and furnishings as well as arranging my web page content to contain similar color combinations. There is something very annoying and disrupting when I see, even if momentarily, off-color edges of objects. And of course I don't have anyone to ask about this, and how they may react.
The record for today for the most same colored vehicles at once was six metallic same red vehicles at an intersection, headed in differing directions. This beats out the above mentioned five navy blue vehicles that were clustered in one location, arranged on a two lane street between parked and mobile vehicles. I had my usual 500 to 1,000 gangstalk vehicles while out walking 30 minutes in each direction, in color coordinated and vehicle type clusters. Normally, they put the sedans together, and then SUV's, mini-vans and pickup trucks together, though ordered within these subgroups. That is, vans, SUV's and then pickups are ordered and then these larger vehicles are clustered in a string and travel inordinantly close together.
I had my usual ambulatory gangstalkers out today, probably a 100 total, and sometimes a dozen or so up to 200' ahead of me, in varying colored clothes and demographic groups. I even had a pair of obesers in white and black, as if there was some kind of "color quality" the perps were looking for once I saw them ahead of me. As "usual", there were a few ambulatory gangstalkers who somehow knew I was moving up behind them when there was nothing they would of heard. Most often they move from one side of the sidewalk to the other, in my way, or out of my way as I am about to overtake them. This is nearly always the case, that they somehow know to move at exactly the right moment.
The perps are also doing something strange with my vision when I look at any of the gangstalkers in the face; they fuck with my visual continuity, as if there are missing time slices, or some such visual interference. An attractive blonde in a beret hat was the first instance of this never-before vision impairment stunt, and I am getting getting extremely pissed that I am not allowed to see the way I normally would.
2145h
Other gangstalking featuring today was "guitar stalking"; at least three, and I have no idea why the perps are obsessed over me seeing this instrument being packed around. I don't play one, and have no interest in doing so.
2250h
Listening to and interview with George Green on YouTube. He has some incredible information about the Pelaidians, world control, apocalyptic devastation and like catastrophic events. It is a 53 minute video, not a quick precis. After discussion about the many levels of who is who, one memorable quote is that there are "different lies at every level", meaning heiarchies of aliens, the influential, and the rest. Hard to know what to believe. He can see auras, and there was a demonstration about weakening one's strength by slashing ones hands through the auric field. This might have applicability to the perps and their harassment games, and getting their operatives in close as they can.
2300h
A knock on the door, another ruse to get me up do deal with bullshit over someone looking for someone else. Normally I call from my desk, but "for some reason" was compelled to walk to within 2' of the door and then ask. More strangeness.
Time to call this one done, and listen out with some music, the current fave being Jill Barber.
The is the Thursday interim between yoga and gym which is to follow. Like I predicted in the last post, the gangstalking stunts have been ramped up, and other impositions have been increased. This morning, it was the derealization games, something long known to me as temporal lobe assaults, the part of the brain at the temple areas. My cursory knowledge of neuroscience is that the temporal lobes are all important to center one and know one's own reality at every given moment, and integrating this into the rest of one's thoughts. I can report that the perps are messing with my temporal lobes on a sustained basis, and not the "floaty" sensations they bring on for 20 to 60 seconds and are immediately ameliorated by rubbing my head, and temporaly changing one's electromagnetic signature. And of course that is not enough harassment; on with constant rage-ification with rovocations using the unconventional application of physicality amomalies to piss me off and have me vocalize, read, swear at the perps using the same stock phrases over the past six years. And even that isn't enough, as they will often disrupt my own syntax and vocabulary to say something nonsensical that enrages me all the more. Just another day, and then I am "readied" to be sent outside to the gangstalking hordes. And lo, if a head-down vagrant fucker didn't nearly walk into me, "forcing" another vocalization on the street. Then finally when at yoga five minutes early, the class had already begun; a pre-class meditation session was in progress, and "somehow" I wasn't allowed to be in the loop.
I am getting a constant barrage of vision impairments, and not the usual transitory ones, so there is a decided increase in harassment on all fronts, and I have another outing, gym that is, to go to. Given how they hound me there with freaks and weirds, I can hardly wait. Things are decidedly strange today, on most fronts, and I am getting extremely stressed over this, along with constant typo saboatge as I write this. Time to go.
1740h
I got my gangstalking posse around me, on the street when walking to the gym and back, as well as the gym itself. There was five dudes ringed around me when I was at the mirror doing overhead lifts, and only one was doing any exercise. The remaining four were keeping their heads down, and engaging in the usual "doing squat" routine I see everytime when there. I had three class freaks, and the same Ethnic Gut dude, this time in a black and red shirt, was hounding me to be in my view anytime I looked up.
I had my usual 500 to 1,000 mobile color coordinated gangstalking vehicles, and at least that many again in parked configurations. And I even got to see some spectacular driving idiocy; a vehicle stopped in the intersection and sat there until the light turned red, and then proceeded to get out of the way. I don't think I have ever seen something so utterly bizarre as a functional vehicle sitting in an intersection. It "happened" to be a navy blue color, which was a heavy component of the gangstalking scene. Only a block away when I was setting off, the perps arranged a cluster of five same navy blue colored vehicles for me to see at a corner where I turned 90 degrees to go to the next parallel block. Some of the most spectacular oddities occur at intersections, especially if I turn a corner.
1955h
Seagulls are squealing outside, and that just might be a perp arranged noise; funny how they start up once the curtains are closed and I cannot visually verify the source of the noise. I had an Asian contingent outside my door earlier, all to add more "voice" noise, but without me understanding any of it. It is the dusk onset time, the perp "silly season" for the day, and I am sure there will be other harassment, having rage-ified me at dinner, eating the new reduced diet, surely another perp insertion.
My lunch and dinner diet is the same, and it is just about always tortillas with chopped chicken over a tapenade or guacamole base with melted chedder cheese on top. It is the crowning achievement of mind control that I eat this same item without complaint for lunch and dinner for over five years now. This would of never of been tolerable in the pre-overt harassment days, as I always had no patience eating the same foods. And today, the perps have begun what they were telling me was coming, that being the reduction of eating half the 11" tortilla at each meal, to only a quarter of it. Which tells me that they have a long way to go to figure out the effects of diet on my bioenergetics, the seeming objective of being harassed by remotely applied means. This is the first dietary modification in five years, and it does suggest that they are sucking wind when it comes to figuring what it is that they are after. But as the perps added a few pounds onto me of late, I am not too fussed about this, and it may be for the good. Though in fact, as my environment and body and most internal body systems are manipulatable, the term "good" can only be interpreted as good for perp operations. I am getting the overhead rumbling noise as I type this, the first instance today, and I suppose that goes with the dusk onset silliness.
2010h
Another gym day is done, and the usual gangstalking and "freak featuring", the Ethnic Gut dude, he of indeterminate ethnicity and with a large paunch hanging out his front. That is two Unfavored classifications, dark skin and a gut. The perps have me highly reactive to both, let alone the combination and him "popping up" where I "happen" to be looking with amazing consistency. It was a three freak class, the aforementioned Ethic Gut being one of them, and thankfully the horrendous clean pate New Bald wasn't there today, his second absence in succession, and hopefully his permanent absence. The perps had me reacting to his highly featured disgusting bald head in a near extreme sense, and it does make me wonder what early development period (to 5 y.o) traumatization is associated with that look. Could it be aliens? Many of the "wandering males" category of ambulatory gangstalkers are wearing hoodies of late, contributing in part to an alien-like head and shoulder configuration appearance.
After shopping at the nearby supermarket after walking back from the gym, the perps had a gangstalker walking ahead of me in a pseudo-hoodie; some strange black hat that differed from a touque in that it had a seam where the top joined the side panel, but it was close fitting to the head. I could go on at length about all the differing hats the gangstalkers wear, especially the colors, but the reality is that hat wearing gangstalkers are part of the Unfavored demographic groups. There has also been more emphasis on purple colored clothing, and again, the perps have me reacting to it in an abhorent way. Which begs the question, what is it about purple I don't like and how did it happen, or why am I "reacting" to it now when I never did until the past year or so?
Not that they would tell me the answer to that question directly, but the recent planting of the notion that they gave me an LSD trip in my early childhood is their "response" to why so many vivid and loathesome colors are being displayed around me. It sounds like it is a tall story, and further adds to the collective notion that they were, and are, absolutely fucking raving lunatics to give a 5 y.o. child LSD. As part of this recent inundation with loathsome vivid colors being planted around me, the perps are also playing plasma games, and creating purple or violet edges on dinner plates and furnishings as well as arranging my web page content to contain similar color combinations. There is something very annoying and disrupting when I see, even if momentarily, off-color edges of objects. And of course I don't have anyone to ask about this, and how they may react.
The record for today for the most same colored vehicles at once was six metallic same red vehicles at an intersection, headed in differing directions. This beats out the above mentioned five navy blue vehicles that were clustered in one location, arranged on a two lane street between parked and mobile vehicles. I had my usual 500 to 1,000 gangstalk vehicles while out walking 30 minutes in each direction, in color coordinated and vehicle type clusters. Normally, they put the sedans together, and then SUV's, mini-vans and pickup trucks together, though ordered within these subgroups. That is, vans, SUV's and then pickups are ordered and then these larger vehicles are clustered in a string and travel inordinantly close together.
I had my usual ambulatory gangstalkers out today, probably a 100 total, and sometimes a dozen or so up to 200' ahead of me, in varying colored clothes and demographic groups. I even had a pair of obesers in white and black, as if there was some kind of "color quality" the perps were looking for once I saw them ahead of me. As "usual", there were a few ambulatory gangstalkers who somehow knew I was moving up behind them when there was nothing they would of heard. Most often they move from one side of the sidewalk to the other, in my way, or out of my way as I am about to overtake them. This is nearly always the case, that they somehow know to move at exactly the right moment.
The perps are also doing something strange with my vision when I look at any of the gangstalkers in the face; they fuck with my visual continuity, as if there are missing time slices, or some such visual interference. An attractive blonde in a beret hat was the first instance of this never-before vision impairment stunt, and I am getting getting extremely pissed that I am not allowed to see the way I normally would.
2145h
Other gangstalking featuring today was "guitar stalking"; at least three, and I have no idea why the perps are obsessed over me seeing this instrument being packed around. I don't play one, and have no interest in doing so.
2250h
Listening to and interview with George Green on YouTube. He has some incredible information about the Pelaidians, world control, apocalyptic devastation and like catastrophic events. It is a 53 minute video, not a quick precis. After discussion about the many levels of who is who, one memorable quote is that there are "different lies at every level", meaning heiarchies of aliens, the influential, and the rest. Hard to know what to believe. He can see auras, and there was a demonstration about weakening one's strength by slashing ones hands through the auric field. This might have applicability to the perps and their harassment games, and getting their operatives in close as they can.
2300h
A knock on the door, another ruse to get me up do deal with bullshit over someone looking for someone else. Normally I call from my desk, but "for some reason" was compelled to walk to within 2' of the door and then ask. More strangeness.
Time to call this one done, and listen out with some music, the current fave being Jill Barber.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Bad Hair Dye Jobs and Other Cling-Ons
1840h
I think it was at least four bad hair dye jobs today, and it is a frequent item on the gangstalking circuit. Usually it is a brown-reddish dye, and the perps like me to catch it in the sunlight when it is at its most irksome (read, possible developmental trauma association), and then again indoors when the color contrast is less. And the wonderfully pleasant blonde cashier of 2003 to 2006 at the one store I frequented when I had my vehicle, "arrived" in 2007 as a cashier at the nearby supermarket, but without the blondeness, and instead, a fugly brown-red dye job.
The same kind of bad hair dye jobs is also done for me to see on black hair turned to a violet tinge, and grey hair given the blue-grey treatment. I have no idea why these sad and bad hair dye jobs are being "featured" wherever I go, but it is consistent enough that I could do without these fuglies being planted around me.
It has been a yoga and then a gym class day, a double event that normally the perps are all over me for, but oddly, they seemed to let up on the gangstalking at the gym today when I was expecting another round of the hordes that were all over me on Tuesday (two days ago). It was still a five freak class, with other non-freaks in it too. The Ethnic Gut freak didn't hound me as bad as he did Tuesday, but instead was standing on sentry duty as I entered the building. When I exited the building he then gangstalked me in lead-ahead mode for the first five minutes, until there was a corner in the sidewalk where I could pass him, with extra other gangstalkers around naturally. I haven't had a class member "sticking" to me outside the building before AND after class, but I suppose this made up for not heavily gangstalking me in the gym. Who knows; the process seems to be interative, more of the same colors, same individuals and same colored vehicles, constantly swarming around me in a choreographed and relentless jerkaround. Maybe the gangstalkers backed off so that today's negro gangstalker could get more "hang around me" time. It was getting to piss me off, and then he backed off; like how did he know?
It is interesting to note what is going on in yoga class, as there is much about mat placement and color that the perps are hounding me over. Then, all but me seemed to be armed with paper towels at their mats for some odd reason, possibly the same as the ambulatory gangstalkers walking around with papers and envelopes. And it was interesting that the stack of paper towels was placed in the rear door to keep it open, and were retrieved in time for me to pull one from the top of the stack when I needed one. It seems that paper, as a material, has become some kind of portable color reference material, and it is important that the perps get paper near to me (within 6') in every situation.
And at yoga, where I put my runners and socks under the chair that has my jacket on it, this benign arrangement was fucked with for no apparent reason. Someone moved my socks and runners four chairs away from my jacket, and then a supposed class member planted his black colored courier bag exactly in front of them. There wasn't any reason for anyone to move anything as there were plenty of availible chairs, as they line the walls of this room. This would be another example of where sane and rational practice is trashed with some kind of remotely applied games to move my belongings because there is some obscure reason that some asshole wanted them parted, and having them near someone else's gear. It is fucking bizarre that I am not allowed to place objects where I want, and in conformity with my habit.
I had at least four "just standing there" freaks on my 30 minute walk to the gym, and then again on my return. At this one location aka "freak stop", for whatever reason, the perps put on a freak of some kind, "just standing" around, not doing anything. This could be on the sidewalk, or the adjacent lawn of the apartment building. And why does this spot get blessed with some kind of "do-squat" freak, standing around? I have no idea, but the location and the freak featuring have been totally consistent for over three weeks now. Today's "freak stop" participant was another negro dude, standing stock still, but for no apparent reason. Then, some 60' distant, a blonde woman was standing around on the sidewalk. That fits the pattern, having an Unfavored demographic member, followed by one from the Favored class.
I had my usual 500 to 1,000 vehicles driving past me in color coordinated configurations as I walked to the gym and back, this is now routine, and isn't mentioned everytime, to save repetition. It would also seem that the fourth public works project on my walking route, which looked to be finishing up after putting in a new curb and paving next to it, was given a gratuitous extension. The perps scraped off the new ashphalt they laid down, and some of the adjoining older surface, and will likely repave it some time soon. This has to be at least the third time in this vicinity they have pulled up recent paving and then repaved again for no apparent reason, except for the possibility covert remote energetic assay activity. Regular readers will know that the perps are obsessed with the road building and construction materials concrete and ashphalt, and make every opportunity to have me walk by, or otherwise exposed to these materials in public works projects. (Or, even filling parking lot potholes outside my room, and even going beserk and adding tar splotches onto the fridge, - a photo in a past blog).
Another blatant intrusion today has been to screw with this Blogger display screen and have it jumping by "itself". They like to move blocks of text around on me, but normally this is hidden among web page refreshes they manipulate. But it seems that blogging isn't enough opportunity to play this game, so they unilaterally move the text as I am working on it. And forced keystroke "blunders" are another method they use to change the display and cursor position. There is nothing that the perps cannot fuck enough, from my keystrokes to MD-80 aircraft IMHO. And I do wonder if I am really running on my PC and the internet, and not some variant that they have created for me. There have been some strange file and computer references that I did not create.
And I see that the perps have created some Blogger errors, where this cannot be saved, and possibly causing all that I have typed to be lost. The routine is that I select all this text, and put it into a word processor, and save it there. Then, I copy and paste it back again. Fun with the juvies again, and never mind the plasma games going on over top of this text.
2225h
And I did have to save the above to Notepad to rescue my blogging, and now I am back to an unthreatened blogging session.
I listened to some of the stories on the Freedom From Covert Harassment & Surveillance podcasts tonight; all these excruciating testimonies are familiar ground to me. One woman's mother was harassed, and once she died (or was killed), the perps laid on the overt harassment to the daughter. Nonconsensual human experimentation over generations even, which I suspect is the case for me. In another case, a woman is tortured in place even at church. Fucking outrageous to say the least. I suppose the dull life is one of the overarching objectives in my case, in which they have succeeded.
I am sure there is more I can relate in this blog about today's gangstalking and harassment events, but I am getting blocked on this, and "somehow" cannot remember anything more. Time to call this posting done and blog off.
I think it was at least four bad hair dye jobs today, and it is a frequent item on the gangstalking circuit. Usually it is a brown-reddish dye, and the perps like me to catch it in the sunlight when it is at its most irksome (read, possible developmental trauma association), and then again indoors when the color contrast is less. And the wonderfully pleasant blonde cashier of 2003 to 2006 at the one store I frequented when I had my vehicle, "arrived" in 2007 as a cashier at the nearby supermarket, but without the blondeness, and instead, a fugly brown-red dye job.
The same kind of bad hair dye jobs is also done for me to see on black hair turned to a violet tinge, and grey hair given the blue-grey treatment. I have no idea why these sad and bad hair dye jobs are being "featured" wherever I go, but it is consistent enough that I could do without these fuglies being planted around me.
It has been a yoga and then a gym class day, a double event that normally the perps are all over me for, but oddly, they seemed to let up on the gangstalking at the gym today when I was expecting another round of the hordes that were all over me on Tuesday (two days ago). It was still a five freak class, with other non-freaks in it too. The Ethnic Gut freak didn't hound me as bad as he did Tuesday, but instead was standing on sentry duty as I entered the building. When I exited the building he then gangstalked me in lead-ahead mode for the first five minutes, until there was a corner in the sidewalk where I could pass him, with extra other gangstalkers around naturally. I haven't had a class member "sticking" to me outside the building before AND after class, but I suppose this made up for not heavily gangstalking me in the gym. Who knows; the process seems to be interative, more of the same colors, same individuals and same colored vehicles, constantly swarming around me in a choreographed and relentless jerkaround. Maybe the gangstalkers backed off so that today's negro gangstalker could get more "hang around me" time. It was getting to piss me off, and then he backed off; like how did he know?
It is interesting to note what is going on in yoga class, as there is much about mat placement and color that the perps are hounding me over. Then, all but me seemed to be armed with paper towels at their mats for some odd reason, possibly the same as the ambulatory gangstalkers walking around with papers and envelopes. And it was interesting that the stack of paper towels was placed in the rear door to keep it open, and were retrieved in time for me to pull one from the top of the stack when I needed one. It seems that paper, as a material, has become some kind of portable color reference material, and it is important that the perps get paper near to me (within 6') in every situation.
And at yoga, where I put my runners and socks under the chair that has my jacket on it, this benign arrangement was fucked with for no apparent reason. Someone moved my socks and runners four chairs away from my jacket, and then a supposed class member planted his black colored courier bag exactly in front of them. There wasn't any reason for anyone to move anything as there were plenty of availible chairs, as they line the walls of this room. This would be another example of where sane and rational practice is trashed with some kind of remotely applied games to move my belongings because there is some obscure reason that some asshole wanted them parted, and having them near someone else's gear. It is fucking bizarre that I am not allowed to place objects where I want, and in conformity with my habit.
I had at least four "just standing there" freaks on my 30 minute walk to the gym, and then again on my return. At this one location aka "freak stop", for whatever reason, the perps put on a freak of some kind, "just standing" around, not doing anything. This could be on the sidewalk, or the adjacent lawn of the apartment building. And why does this spot get blessed with some kind of "do-squat" freak, standing around? I have no idea, but the location and the freak featuring have been totally consistent for over three weeks now. Today's "freak stop" participant was another negro dude, standing stock still, but for no apparent reason. Then, some 60' distant, a blonde woman was standing around on the sidewalk. That fits the pattern, having an Unfavored demographic member, followed by one from the Favored class.
I had my usual 500 to 1,000 vehicles driving past me in color coordinated configurations as I walked to the gym and back, this is now routine, and isn't mentioned everytime, to save repetition. It would also seem that the fourth public works project on my walking route, which looked to be finishing up after putting in a new curb and paving next to it, was given a gratuitous extension. The perps scraped off the new ashphalt they laid down, and some of the adjoining older surface, and will likely repave it some time soon. This has to be at least the third time in this vicinity they have pulled up recent paving and then repaved again for no apparent reason, except for the possibility covert remote energetic assay activity. Regular readers will know that the perps are obsessed with the road building and construction materials concrete and ashphalt, and make every opportunity to have me walk by, or otherwise exposed to these materials in public works projects. (Or, even filling parking lot potholes outside my room, and even going beserk and adding tar splotches onto the fridge, - a photo in a past blog).
Another blatant intrusion today has been to screw with this Blogger display screen and have it jumping by "itself". They like to move blocks of text around on me, but normally this is hidden among web page refreshes they manipulate. But it seems that blogging isn't enough opportunity to play this game, so they unilaterally move the text as I am working on it. And forced keystroke "blunders" are another method they use to change the display and cursor position. There is nothing that the perps cannot fuck enough, from my keystrokes to MD-80 aircraft IMHO. And I do wonder if I am really running on my PC and the internet, and not some variant that they have created for me. There have been some strange file and computer references that I did not create.
And I see that the perps have created some Blogger errors, where this cannot be saved, and possibly causing all that I have typed to be lost. The routine is that I select all this text, and put it into a word processor, and save it there. Then, I copy and paste it back again. Fun with the juvies again, and never mind the plasma games going on over top of this text.
2225h
And I did have to save the above to Notepad to rescue my blogging, and now I am back to an unthreatened blogging session.
I listened to some of the stories on the Freedom From Covert Harassment & Surveillance podcasts tonight; all these excruciating testimonies are familiar ground to me. One woman's mother was harassed, and once she died (or was killed), the perps laid on the overt harassment to the daughter. Nonconsensual human experimentation over generations even, which I suspect is the case for me. In another case, a woman is tortured in place even at church. Fucking outrageous to say the least. I suppose the dull life is one of the overarching objectives in my case, in which they have succeeded.
I am sure there is more I can relate in this blog about today's gangstalking and harassment events, but I am getting blocked on this, and "somehow" cannot remember anything more. Time to call this posting done and blog off.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Wallet Unload Excitement
1245h
Today I went down the ATM and deposited some cash I had acquired, legally. It was a yellow colored check, 20's (green with embedded holographic strip) and a 50 (orange with a holographic strip). Not a big deal, but as the perps manage me for my wallet contents extensively and everything for its color and proximity, it was a big deal for them. Then I was off to the LD store to supply a new prescription (white paper, kept in my wallet), and lo, if the doctor hadn't pulled his practice (seemingly) and all his Rx's are invalid. Somehow, the pharmacist knew this without even looking it up. And of course I was mind-fucked into buying this bullshit and of course no alternatives were availible. (Like phoning the replacement doctor and have the pharmacy fax the original Rx to them for the new doctor's signature). It is amazing how many impasses get "arranged" like this where there is no suggestions to aid the (orchestrated) "problem", and no alternatives "come to mind". And lo, if they didn't screw my recall around and have me think the pharmacy retained the Rx when they gave it back to me. I once called those fundamental mistakes of recall "brain vapor lock", but now I know it is a managed situation, courtesy of my mind-keepers and their games.
After all that excitement over reducing the bills in my wallet, the perps had me go out again to buy a hot cooked chicken, and make two outside excursions when one comprehensive trip would of sufficed. I don't get the luxury of being efficient or thoughtful about planning my activities. This is also a big gangstalk event, and the cummulative summary of the notable freakshow gangstalkers drawn from the Unfavored demographic groups was:
I had five 100g chocolate bars in my shopping basket at the grocery store, and mysteriously none when I emptied my grocery bags at home. Nor was I charged for them, and I am allowed to recall that I put them on the checkout conveyor belt and "somehow" they got missed by the checkout cashier. Fucking bizarre. And many more gangstalkers are on their cell phones within 6' of me, sometimes one each side of me. I have never seen so many people on their cell phones of late, and especially at street corners, or else as a sentry job. A blonde woman did a mid-sidewalk "stand there" stunt with her cell phone while another gangstalker 10' further away, a brown skinned and brown coated female was 10' away, also doing a "just stand there" stunt in mid sidewalk. The arrangement that I was walking toward the blonde who was closest, and then the browner, or perhaps in my cynical code, the double browner (Asian woman in brown coat) was standing there to have me pass between them while both were standing still.
1725h
I went to my gym class and back, a 30 minute walk each way, and the usual 500 to 1,000 gangstalking vehicles were arranged in color and vehicle style formations. I got a four freak foursome in my class, Mr. Ethnic Gut in yellow, Mr. New Bald in a burgundy sweater, Mr. Alkie, the seeming ex-alcoholic look of being exceptionally thin and drawn and Fat Boy who "happened" to arrive behind me one block away and tail me inside. He must of been teleported as it was very windy and he was on plastic bag duty, carrying one that somehow got within 4' before I heard the bag flapping. This is nothing new to have assholes arrive on my tail from nowhere, inside or outside. They all "happened" to converge on me when I was in the change room, attempting to get the fuck out of there, having been gangstalked the entire time, though not as bad as some times. No one was planted beside me doing nothing but look around, an improvement of a kind.
The walk there and back was beset by my own "mini-wind", extra gales that are contained around me, and me alone. And that wasn't enough, as they then scripted blowing rain around me too, even if there was none falling on the incessant vehicles that were passing by. As an added measure, there were significant wet patches of sidewalk that the perps kept wet all day, while elsewhere was dry. They put a rain on first thing this morning before I set off, and that was the putative "cause" for wet patches even if there had been sun and wind since then. After seeing so many of the tricks that go down, I don't believe much of what I see has a conventional basis for happening.
The ambulatory gangstalkers on the street were place to come out of a shaded lighting condition as they were within 8' of approaching me. This was so consistent that it doesn't surprise me, especially the games that go on with manipulation of lighting, vehicle and skin tone colors. My native Indian woman vagrant act was in place again when coming back, bumming from stopped vehicles at the traffic control. After having brown colored jackets twice last week, she was in a grey coat today. Only in perpland do the seeming vagrants go through three coat changes in a week.
I had a party of 30 Asian women "happening" to be walking altogether on the sidewalk pass me by. The seemed to have been let off the bus at a bus stop and then filed toward me, crossing paths at a sidewalk (concrete) street (ashspalt) interface. Regular readers will know how beserk the perps are about studying me with respect to these materials, so having a swarm at this location does not surprise me. And it was no surprise there was a surfeit of Asian women at the gym when I got there, even monopolizing the usual equipment I work out on.
And I was the recipient of a new harassment method; whistling that seemed to come from a close source, say 15' or less, and yet there was no one there to at least pretend to be doing so. This is radical departure from the perp's usual extra-conventional harassment games, as they have rarely gone public with such a blatant stunt. It happened twice while I was walking back from the gym. I get plenty of this noise from the street where there is at least the cover story that it is from someone I cannot see, but today's unabashed noise insertion suggests more harassment without ostensible cause.
1935h
Back to the above mentioned wallet issue. As an aside, the perps have pulled off about 15 wallet thefts since I began to carry one some 40 years ago. In some situations they stole it from my jacket at work immediately following loading up on cash at the ATM. This was at my worksite, and I never left the area except for a 3 minute visitation to the washroom, and yet it was mysteriously gone. I could never figure out how someone could of followed me and then somehow loitered unseen in an office building ready to pounce at the one free moment. But as I have had many other wallet thefts and "misplacings" where it could not be found, it all makes sense when one understands that objects can be manipulated and dematerialized from a distance. Or, alternately, one's mental faculties can be readily dithered to "lose" it somehow.
When I walk to the gym and yoga I wear my track pants, with the wallet in a zippered front pocket. Invariably I take it out and lock it up or have it within my sight so the wallet isn't flopping around as I work out. I would imagine that the perps' fascination with my wallet, its contents, and the colors and materials of all contained objects extends to having it elsewhere than my right back pocket, and this "alternative" suits them fine, as they haven't stolen it since 2004. In the latter instance, someone phoned me some 6 months later and claimed to have found it in the bush, without the money of course. That one probably cost me $200. This serves only as a record of the perps' fixation with my wallet, and hopefully as a warning to all TI's that they could have theirs stolen to facilitate the perps' research agenda.
2300h
I spent some time looking at Infra Red (IR) cameras and sensors. This has been a perps sponsored "interest" since the harassment began, and I supect that it serves their needs more than mine. (The remote TV control sends and IR beam, and lo, if about 80% of the time my parents don't walk in front of the TV immediately before or after I use the remote control). This interest in IR began because I read that the US Homeland Security (keeping residents in maybe?) has put out a ban on mere mortals acquiring IR cameras, per this link from Earthfiles. It could all be made up to instignate my "interest", but I would not be surprised. Some of my photography has picked up some interesting anomalies, but I never could get into IR sensitive film as the perps had damaged my film camera by then. That might be all academic as it appears that Kodak is not making IR sensitive film any more.
Time to call this day done, and ponder tonight's tossing and turning imposition. Last night, the perps kept me up for an hour before allowing sleep, plying me with noise from outside and then flipping my head to each side countless times.
Today I went down the ATM and deposited some cash I had acquired, legally. It was a yellow colored check, 20's (green with embedded holographic strip) and a 50 (orange with a holographic strip). Not a big deal, but as the perps manage me for my wallet contents extensively and everything for its color and proximity, it was a big deal for them. Then I was off to the LD store to supply a new prescription (white paper, kept in my wallet), and lo, if the doctor hadn't pulled his practice (seemingly) and all his Rx's are invalid. Somehow, the pharmacist knew this without even looking it up. And of course I was mind-fucked into buying this bullshit and of course no alternatives were availible. (Like phoning the replacement doctor and have the pharmacy fax the original Rx to them for the new doctor's signature). It is amazing how many impasses get "arranged" like this where there is no suggestions to aid the (orchestrated) "problem", and no alternatives "come to mind". And lo, if they didn't screw my recall around and have me think the pharmacy retained the Rx when they gave it back to me. I once called those fundamental mistakes of recall "brain vapor lock", but now I know it is a managed situation, courtesy of my mind-keepers and their games.
After all that excitement over reducing the bills in my wallet, the perps had me go out again to buy a hot cooked chicken, and make two outside excursions when one comprehensive trip would of sufficed. I don't get the luxury of being efficient or thoughtful about planning my activities. This is also a big gangstalk event, and the cummulative summary of the notable freakshow gangstalkers drawn from the Unfavored demographic groups was:
- red hatted ambulatory gangstalkers,
- a lead-ahead gangstalker 15' in front of me with an avocado green jacket pulling a180 degree about face stunt,
- placing five commercial trucks and/or tractor units in a cluster and plugging the entire street with them, including a tractor trailer in the center of the road,
- the split pair vagrant dudes gangstalk move,
- the split pair policemen at the inside entrance of the apartment building,
- the big hatted middle aged geriatric dudes (>4),
- the carved faced black dressed vagrant pacing back and forth,
- his counter (opposite) pacing Asian dude in the same colored clothes, same store area,
- the geriatric standing around the jam area of the grocery store with a shopping cart over five minutes, doing nothing but "looking" (looking fucking stupid),
- the cell phoning dude in place beside the Cling Wrap, a notorious perp harassment object, when I was to get some,
- geriatrics standing around me in the lineup at the pharmacy,
- the geriatrics standing around me at the chicken counter, shopping basket placed on the floor,
- and the rest of the weirds that collect around me, then I was done.
I had five 100g chocolate bars in my shopping basket at the grocery store, and mysteriously none when I emptied my grocery bags at home. Nor was I charged for them, and I am allowed to recall that I put them on the checkout conveyor belt and "somehow" they got missed by the checkout cashier. Fucking bizarre. And many more gangstalkers are on their cell phones within 6' of me, sometimes one each side of me. I have never seen so many people on their cell phones of late, and especially at street corners, or else as a sentry job. A blonde woman did a mid-sidewalk "stand there" stunt with her cell phone while another gangstalker 10' further away, a brown skinned and brown coated female was 10' away, also doing a "just stand there" stunt in mid sidewalk. The arrangement that I was walking toward the blonde who was closest, and then the browner, or perhaps in my cynical code, the double browner (Asian woman in brown coat) was standing there to have me pass between them while both were standing still.
1725h
I went to my gym class and back, a 30 minute walk each way, and the usual 500 to 1,000 gangstalking vehicles were arranged in color and vehicle style formations. I got a four freak foursome in my class, Mr. Ethnic Gut in yellow, Mr. New Bald in a burgundy sweater, Mr. Alkie, the seeming ex-alcoholic look of being exceptionally thin and drawn and Fat Boy who "happened" to arrive behind me one block away and tail me inside. He must of been teleported as it was very windy and he was on plastic bag duty, carrying one that somehow got within 4' before I heard the bag flapping. This is nothing new to have assholes arrive on my tail from nowhere, inside or outside. They all "happened" to converge on me when I was in the change room, attempting to get the fuck out of there, having been gangstalked the entire time, though not as bad as some times. No one was planted beside me doing nothing but look around, an improvement of a kind.
The walk there and back was beset by my own "mini-wind", extra gales that are contained around me, and me alone. And that wasn't enough, as they then scripted blowing rain around me too, even if there was none falling on the incessant vehicles that were passing by. As an added measure, there were significant wet patches of sidewalk that the perps kept wet all day, while elsewhere was dry. They put a rain on first thing this morning before I set off, and that was the putative "cause" for wet patches even if there had been sun and wind since then. After seeing so many of the tricks that go down, I don't believe much of what I see has a conventional basis for happening.
The ambulatory gangstalkers on the street were place to come out of a shaded lighting condition as they were within 8' of approaching me. This was so consistent that it doesn't surprise me, especially the games that go on with manipulation of lighting, vehicle and skin tone colors. My native Indian woman vagrant act was in place again when coming back, bumming from stopped vehicles at the traffic control. After having brown colored jackets twice last week, she was in a grey coat today. Only in perpland do the seeming vagrants go through three coat changes in a week.
I had a party of 30 Asian women "happening" to be walking altogether on the sidewalk pass me by. The seemed to have been let off the bus at a bus stop and then filed toward me, crossing paths at a sidewalk (concrete) street (ashspalt) interface. Regular readers will know how beserk the perps are about studying me with respect to these materials, so having a swarm at this location does not surprise me. And it was no surprise there was a surfeit of Asian women at the gym when I got there, even monopolizing the usual equipment I work out on.
And I was the recipient of a new harassment method; whistling that seemed to come from a close source, say 15' or less, and yet there was no one there to at least pretend to be doing so. This is radical departure from the perp's usual extra-conventional harassment games, as they have rarely gone public with such a blatant stunt. It happened twice while I was walking back from the gym. I get plenty of this noise from the street where there is at least the cover story that it is from someone I cannot see, but today's unabashed noise insertion suggests more harassment without ostensible cause.
1935h
Back to the above mentioned wallet issue. As an aside, the perps have pulled off about 15 wallet thefts since I began to carry one some 40 years ago. In some situations they stole it from my jacket at work immediately following loading up on cash at the ATM. This was at my worksite, and I never left the area except for a 3 minute visitation to the washroom, and yet it was mysteriously gone. I could never figure out how someone could of followed me and then somehow loitered unseen in an office building ready to pounce at the one free moment. But as I have had many other wallet thefts and "misplacings" where it could not be found, it all makes sense when one understands that objects can be manipulated and dematerialized from a distance. Or, alternately, one's mental faculties can be readily dithered to "lose" it somehow.
When I walk to the gym and yoga I wear my track pants, with the wallet in a zippered front pocket. Invariably I take it out and lock it up or have it within my sight so the wallet isn't flopping around as I work out. I would imagine that the perps' fascination with my wallet, its contents, and the colors and materials of all contained objects extends to having it elsewhere than my right back pocket, and this "alternative" suits them fine, as they haven't stolen it since 2004. In the latter instance, someone phoned me some 6 months later and claimed to have found it in the bush, without the money of course. That one probably cost me $200. This serves only as a record of the perps' fixation with my wallet, and hopefully as a warning to all TI's that they could have theirs stolen to facilitate the perps' research agenda.
2300h
I spent some time looking at Infra Red (IR) cameras and sensors. This has been a perps sponsored "interest" since the harassment began, and I supect that it serves their needs more than mine. (The remote TV control sends and IR beam, and lo, if about 80% of the time my parents don't walk in front of the TV immediately before or after I use the remote control). This interest in IR began because I read that the US Homeland Security (keeping residents in maybe?) has put out a ban on mere mortals acquiring IR cameras, per this link from Earthfiles. It could all be made up to instignate my "interest", but I would not be surprised. Some of my photography has picked up some interesting anomalies, but I never could get into IR sensitive film as the perps had damaged my film camera by then. That might be all academic as it appears that Kodak is not making IR sensitive film any more.
Time to call this day done, and ponder tonight's tossing and turning imposition. Last night, the perps kept me up for an hour before allowing sleep, plying me with noise from outside and then flipping my head to each side countless times.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Ear Pops with Simultaneous Mouse Clicks
1320h
The overhead tapping has started up for the first time today as I begin this blog posting. It is a Thursday, meaning yoga with a later gym class, and this is the short interval between them. And what I note as I websurf is that the infernal planted ear popping noises of no ostensible cause (cue more overhead noise), is happening at the precise moment my mouse clicks are. And who is going to call that a coincidence?
Yoga was a little more energetic today thankfully; there was the usual strong complement of maser and plasma beams flitting about, and the perps put on some blatant ones when I shifted my attention, something they cannot yet totally fuck with yet, only partially. I got my parking lot hang-around dude "showing up" via and internal building door for the yoga class; somehow he delayed his arrival about 10 minutes after I saw him hanging around. The usual entrance door is directly from outside, so this must of been an alternate route/room entry test. And I notice that someone sprayed black ink, or something like it on the white ceiling in the yoga classroom, matching the pepper like markings on by brown colored cereal flakes. (Except that my cereal also comes with both black and white flecks when it didn't before).
I had my usual posse of gangstalkers when walking there and back, the dynamic freakshow, though nothing too strange except for a blind person, something else that the perps like to plant around me. I thought it was interesting that the Indian Lake Project detailed and linked in yesterday's blog, also had blind children as subjects. This would eliminate the visual cortex energies, and make the perp's comparative energetic assay work easier. It is interesting to note that my in-town brother lost an eye when he was two years old, and regular readers will know that I accept nothing as a coincidence. And just to think, he is a shill for them, as are my parents, who likely didn't know this was coming, and still shill for the asssholes.
I even got my blondes gangstalking me; two young woman trolling along in front of me, one in a brown down coat (no one really needs one here), and one in black with the band of her red sweater hanging out below the coat, standard gangstalking dress; layered, with all layers hanging out for direct visual cognizance.
At yoga, the perps put on a 6'x5' flattened cardboard box facing the class, as if there wasn't enough brown color in the room, as the walls are painted brown. And lo, if there isn't two large cardboard boxes with black print on them outside, in view, on the street rip-up job site, about 120' away.
I also noticed that the above mentioned infernal clicking noise that the perps introduced while seated at my desk is now being applied to me when I am walking, especially when setting off. This clicking is not related to jaw movement, and usually starts up in my right ear area and is coordinated to occur just as I put my right foot down when walking. This is similar to the faux shoulder joint cracking noise that has gone on for some 6 months or more, that has now been introduced at gym class, where it had not "happened" before.
1945h
I had my gym class earlier, and was duly given the freakshow parade, in a muted version. The two central freaks are Mr. Ethnic Gut and Mr. New Bald. The first is a short male with a large disgusting gut of unknown ethnic origin, a green-brown cast to his skin. He was back in his loud yellow shirt, and even made a pointless back and forth sweep all to lead me into the floor exercise room. His gangstalking role was limited today, but he put in at least 6 "features", where he ends up in my gaze. Mr. New Bald put himself in view at the outset, standing at the far end of the central aisle, and I had no choice but to walk toward him. His new bald pate is as shiny as ever, and he makes a point of "featuring" in my view. As well, there were two other skinheads to ensure that if my gaze missed one, I would surely see another. There were the usual "stand arounds", sitting about with gaping mouths, and other loitering dudes who were decidedly slack in wanting to exercise. It was just another gym class, and relatively low key in terms of annoying me.
Other freakshow games were planting more chinless males; at the gym and then the lobby of this apartment block, the latter on "stand there" duty, faking interest in his mail as a ruse to miss the elevator. Though the perps were all over me when I headed out to the gym; a pair of conversing Asian males were in place for "voice noise" at the elevator area on this floor, and then two more arrived one floor down, one of the fuckers parking himself 6" from me when there was more room. That he was in a black suede (flat, non reflective) jacket told me he was ready for his gangstalking role. Leather jackets are very common with the gangstalkers as these garments have metal salts in them as part of the tanning process, and appear to be extra energy reflective in some way. Perhaps I should get a leather jacket, and it is interesting to muse that I never had one, something that tells me it might be effective in foiling their light and electromagnetic games.
Another freakshow member is the Chinless Blonde from my gym class. As with Tuesday (01-22-2008), she reprised at the same location, about halfway back after gym class, and with her same posse of three dudes. Today, her hair had red streaks in it, rather than the green streaks of two days ago. She was so fugly in gym class that she was pulled after a week and never came back, and appears to do "special assignments" currently. The perps planted my reaction to seeing her today as an abortive barf sensation, too small to be seen or heard by anyone thankfully. I have never had any such reaction to anyone, no matter how unpleasant they look at anytime in my life, save today. Another imposed never-before behavior that comes from somewhere else.
Other freakshow enhancements have been a sudden eruption of ambulatory gangstalkers reading books while walking, seated at a bus stop (two at the same bench today), or at the gym where at least has a cover story. Related to this is the eruption of gangstalkers packing paper in their hands, as standard envelope, and the larger envelopes that are light brown or yellowish. I reckon the above mentioned cardboard box games fit into this scheme in some way as well.
Other action in the afternoon was that the usual 600 to 1,000 mobile gangstalking vehicles were in place for my 30 min. walk each way. The parked vehicle contingent is likely as many because there are some large parking lots on my walking beat. At one point the perps put on two white vehicles, followed by two silver grey vehicles, then followed by two same red vehicles, which were finally followed by two more white vehicles. All these were in file, and equispaced. Anyhow, I don't ever "remember" (read perp manipulated recall) to take the camera anymore, so no pictures.
The perps put on a plastic show for me, putting their dudes on the marquee sign for the OB Rec. Center, and having the 6'x5' plexiglass down and facing the sidewalk portion that I use. As the perps appear to be modelling the electromagnetic effects of plastics as pollutants in me, this large scale and distance dependent plastic testing is not new. The dumbest thing was that they put their red-orange stringer colored ladder in the middle of the sidewalk and blocked all pedestrian egress. I had to go on the street and walk beside their white trades van.
The "neighbor noise" from at least two suites has started up as I detail today's freakshow sightings above; I had at least one male sentry standing at the intersection corner for no reason whatsoever when I first set off to yoga, before gym. I assume these operatives are placed to look so totally stupid and orchestrated for distance dependent energetics testing. The geriatrics had their turn on "stand there" duty, now the dudes are on display.
There was a minor concrete pouring activity en route; the fuelling station upgrade poured the curbs on the ashphalt today, and they were all in place by the time I walked by, no redi-mix truck gangstalking today, oddly.
I noticed that there was a new display of masers firing at me today; I was walking down hill, and these magnetic black colored beams would originate from the sidewalk some 180' distant, and fire at me, parallel to the sidewalk. I don't usually feel anything in this situation, and today was no exception. I see maser beams where I spend time; yoga, gym class, and my apartment, but until now, rarely as I was walking between venues. There are many maser or plasma sightings when I am outside, but usually nothing so obviously directed at me.
2200h
More overhead pounding erupts when the perps force a word "misperception" while reading, occured exactly when I detected the error. Just a normal day in psychic hell.
A steady and soft pounding is taking place, ostensibly from upstairs. I haven't been exposed to this kind of annoyance, though many of the regular noises have been reduced in volume of late, some to very faint levels, especially toward the end of a harassment run-up, just before mealtime as an example.
2300h
A sudden dash to post this for today, excuse the unedited form of this blog posting.
The overhead tapping has started up for the first time today as I begin this blog posting. It is a Thursday, meaning yoga with a later gym class, and this is the short interval between them. And what I note as I websurf is that the infernal planted ear popping noises of no ostensible cause (cue more overhead noise), is happening at the precise moment my mouse clicks are. And who is going to call that a coincidence?
Yoga was a little more energetic today thankfully; there was the usual strong complement of maser and plasma beams flitting about, and the perps put on some blatant ones when I shifted my attention, something they cannot yet totally fuck with yet, only partially. I got my parking lot hang-around dude "showing up" via and internal building door for the yoga class; somehow he delayed his arrival about 10 minutes after I saw him hanging around. The usual entrance door is directly from outside, so this must of been an alternate route/room entry test. And I notice that someone sprayed black ink, or something like it on the white ceiling in the yoga classroom, matching the pepper like markings on by brown colored cereal flakes. (Except that my cereal also comes with both black and white flecks when it didn't before).
I had my usual posse of gangstalkers when walking there and back, the dynamic freakshow, though nothing too strange except for a blind person, something else that the perps like to plant around me. I thought it was interesting that the Indian Lake Project detailed and linked in yesterday's blog, also had blind children as subjects. This would eliminate the visual cortex energies, and make the perp's comparative energetic assay work easier. It is interesting to note that my in-town brother lost an eye when he was two years old, and regular readers will know that I accept nothing as a coincidence. And just to think, he is a shill for them, as are my parents, who likely didn't know this was coming, and still shill for the asssholes.
I even got my blondes gangstalking me; two young woman trolling along in front of me, one in a brown down coat (no one really needs one here), and one in black with the band of her red sweater hanging out below the coat, standard gangstalking dress; layered, with all layers hanging out for direct visual cognizance.
At yoga, the perps put on a 6'x5' flattened cardboard box facing the class, as if there wasn't enough brown color in the room, as the walls are painted brown. And lo, if there isn't two large cardboard boxes with black print on them outside, in view, on the street rip-up job site, about 120' away.
I also noticed that the above mentioned infernal clicking noise that the perps introduced while seated at my desk is now being applied to me when I am walking, especially when setting off. This clicking is not related to jaw movement, and usually starts up in my right ear area and is coordinated to occur just as I put my right foot down when walking. This is similar to the faux shoulder joint cracking noise that has gone on for some 6 months or more, that has now been introduced at gym class, where it had not "happened" before.
1945h
I had my gym class earlier, and was duly given the freakshow parade, in a muted version. The two central freaks are Mr. Ethnic Gut and Mr. New Bald. The first is a short male with a large disgusting gut of unknown ethnic origin, a green-brown cast to his skin. He was back in his loud yellow shirt, and even made a pointless back and forth sweep all to lead me into the floor exercise room. His gangstalking role was limited today, but he put in at least 6 "features", where he ends up in my gaze. Mr. New Bald put himself in view at the outset, standing at the far end of the central aisle, and I had no choice but to walk toward him. His new bald pate is as shiny as ever, and he makes a point of "featuring" in my view. As well, there were two other skinheads to ensure that if my gaze missed one, I would surely see another. There were the usual "stand arounds", sitting about with gaping mouths, and other loitering dudes who were decidedly slack in wanting to exercise. It was just another gym class, and relatively low key in terms of annoying me.
Other freakshow games were planting more chinless males; at the gym and then the lobby of this apartment block, the latter on "stand there" duty, faking interest in his mail as a ruse to miss the elevator. Though the perps were all over me when I headed out to the gym; a pair of conversing Asian males were in place for "voice noise" at the elevator area on this floor, and then two more arrived one floor down, one of the fuckers parking himself 6" from me when there was more room. That he was in a black suede (flat, non reflective) jacket told me he was ready for his gangstalking role. Leather jackets are very common with the gangstalkers as these garments have metal salts in them as part of the tanning process, and appear to be extra energy reflective in some way. Perhaps I should get a leather jacket, and it is interesting to muse that I never had one, something that tells me it might be effective in foiling their light and electromagnetic games.
Another freakshow member is the Chinless Blonde from my gym class. As with Tuesday (01-22-2008), she reprised at the same location, about halfway back after gym class, and with her same posse of three dudes. Today, her hair had red streaks in it, rather than the green streaks of two days ago. She was so fugly in gym class that she was pulled after a week and never came back, and appears to do "special assignments" currently. The perps planted my reaction to seeing her today as an abortive barf sensation, too small to be seen or heard by anyone thankfully. I have never had any such reaction to anyone, no matter how unpleasant they look at anytime in my life, save today. Another imposed never-before behavior that comes from somewhere else.
Other freakshow enhancements have been a sudden eruption of ambulatory gangstalkers reading books while walking, seated at a bus stop (two at the same bench today), or at the gym where at least has a cover story. Related to this is the eruption of gangstalkers packing paper in their hands, as standard envelope, and the larger envelopes that are light brown or yellowish. I reckon the above mentioned cardboard box games fit into this scheme in some way as well.
Other action in the afternoon was that the usual 600 to 1,000 mobile gangstalking vehicles were in place for my 30 min. walk each way. The parked vehicle contingent is likely as many because there are some large parking lots on my walking beat. At one point the perps put on two white vehicles, followed by two silver grey vehicles, then followed by two same red vehicles, which were finally followed by two more white vehicles. All these were in file, and equispaced. Anyhow, I don't ever "remember" (read perp manipulated recall) to take the camera anymore, so no pictures.
The perps put on a plastic show for me, putting their dudes on the marquee sign for the OB Rec. Center, and having the 6'x5' plexiglass down and facing the sidewalk portion that I use. As the perps appear to be modelling the electromagnetic effects of plastics as pollutants in me, this large scale and distance dependent plastic testing is not new. The dumbest thing was that they put their red-orange stringer colored ladder in the middle of the sidewalk and blocked all pedestrian egress. I had to go on the street and walk beside their white trades van.
The "neighbor noise" from at least two suites has started up as I detail today's freakshow sightings above; I had at least one male sentry standing at the intersection corner for no reason whatsoever when I first set off to yoga, before gym. I assume these operatives are placed to look so totally stupid and orchestrated for distance dependent energetics testing. The geriatrics had their turn on "stand there" duty, now the dudes are on display.
There was a minor concrete pouring activity en route; the fuelling station upgrade poured the curbs on the ashphalt today, and they were all in place by the time I walked by, no redi-mix truck gangstalking today, oddly.
I noticed that there was a new display of masers firing at me today; I was walking down hill, and these magnetic black colored beams would originate from the sidewalk some 180' distant, and fire at me, parallel to the sidewalk. I don't usually feel anything in this situation, and today was no exception. I see maser beams where I spend time; yoga, gym class, and my apartment, but until now, rarely as I was walking between venues. There are many maser or plasma sightings when I am outside, but usually nothing so obviously directed at me.
2200h
More overhead pounding erupts when the perps force a word "misperception" while reading, occured exactly when I detected the error. Just a normal day in psychic hell.
A steady and soft pounding is taking place, ostensibly from upstairs. I haven't been exposed to this kind of annoyance, though many of the regular noises have been reduced in volume of late, some to very faint levels, especially toward the end of a harassment run-up, just before mealtime as an example.
2300h
A sudden dash to post this for today, excuse the unedited form of this blog posting.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
The Ten Hour Sleep Stunt
1325h
I got snookered again, being kept up later and then scripted for a longer sleep, all to get me up at an absurd 1000h, and without enough morning get-ready time to make it to the 1100h Thursday yoga today. Good one, and no doubt long planned, as yoga was at 1130h until three weeks ago when it got changed up. So no yoga today, a piss-off, probably scripted for that alone, though one never knows. This might be part of removing yoga from my activities, as they pulled the Tuesday yoga in 09-2007. And I won't get all those military dressed gangstalkers as I walk through the residential street on my way back. No loss there, just an interesting curiousity that will surface in some other form at a later date.
The perps have me "keen" to get an alarm clock later today, this episode coming full circle after two clock radios were taken out in 2002, and my later battery powered clock also "failed". And the scripted drift is that I should get a new clock with a warranty to prevent more sudden "failures" such as has been experienced on this front. As far as I can tell, it is all about changing the electromagnetic activity around me, and the clocks, in their various forms had to be chucked out as the perps saw it. The clock radios also confered a light source that the perps decided they could not cope with it would seem, hence the later battery powered clock only, no lighted face or display.
The noisescape has been busy today, but on a more generalized background basis, with the odd singing from "neighbors" coming through. The harassment level has been at average, but that will likely change as the perps have changed up my routine today, and for them, that is cause for big excitement and excessive gangstalking and other stunts to promote greater bioenergetics interaction with their planted stooges. No doubt there will be a surfeit of "do-squats" at the gym, those weirds who come to do nothing but sit on the equipment, in my immediate proximity or else in configurations along the windows, or "stacking" themselves in single file, facing me or side on, some 20' away, and having others walk past this to detect some kind of momentary interaction, in me, or more specifically, in my neural responses that they appear to monitor in realtime. And it is also an occasion for the freakshow to continue, planting varying freakish combinations around me, as part of the Favored and Unfavored gangstalking games that are universal in my highly constrained existence.
1725h
I am back from my visit to the gym at OB Rec. Center, and had the usual extra "accompaniment", aka gangstalkers and freakshow participants. Part of the street was blocked for no reason, forcing me to follow my waddling skinhead for a block before cutting back across the street. He then paralleled me for another 20 minutes of walking, to then cede his duties to another black dressed hoodie wearer ahead of me. At one location, I had the hoodie dude some 100' in front of me, and between us in lead-ahead gangstalk mode where four white color sporting gangstalkers; one with a white coat and black and grey backpack, a white toque hatted gangstalker, and two geriatrics with prominent white hair. That very few people walk this stretch of road didn't seem to bother the perps any, as having their operative standing out like a sore thumb is part of the present harassment regimen.
I was dressed in my black Patagonia anorak and a blue fleece jacket underneath, with black track pants. This might explain why I had a unusual number of black colored vehicles gangstalking me when I first set off; at least 50% of the first two blocks of road traffic were black colored (approx. 50), and about half that many were white colored.
I had a large contingent of gangstalkers around me at the gym; the four dudes in an escalated social banter who "happened" to follow me around on the equipment, as it would seem that having human voice in my proximity is part of the game of late. One black and white dressed gangstalker with white hair literally stood still for over five minutes while I was lifting bench weights. Until this harassment started, I have never seen so many people at a gym do absolutely squat, usually sitting on equipment in "stunned mode", or else socializing. This geriatric nutter was doing none of that; just standing there in mid-floor, no apparent rationale, looking far away, mouth open as usual for these fucks.
I noted the four dudes per above excessively loud socializing that is gradually reduced, were arranged in a square with each of their backs facing a cardinal direction. The perps arranged the two weirds behind me at the last grocery store visit similarly; they were standing back to back, 90 degrees offset, and unusually close. They must be taking longer to get a certain reading it would seem. Then the one who was closest and in a deep green leather jacket and a fugly beard, "just needed" matches, and walked behind me as I was paying with my debit card, putting on the gangstalking while making a financial transaction, one of the top perp games after chasing me with concrete projects.
The number of municipal or adjacent to munipcipal property projects on my walking beat has increased by one today. There are now six, up from four last week, as one crew is progressively ripping up sidewalks, especially at intersections, and have taken on a new one. They have broken up and removed the concrete at side street/main thoroughfare and this is where my four white color bearing gangstalkers, indicated above, where on me. And lo, if there wasn't an accidental oil or fuel spill on the ashpalt road surface next to this sidewalk ripping job, and lo, if they didn't lay down some brown colored sand-like product to absorb this spill, and have me and my gangstalkers walk on it, as it was the only route on that side of the road. As part of this new project they also cut lines in the sidewalk, preparing to level it in other locations than just the intersection. The wet dust was still on the sidewalk, and strangely, the worker dudes were bringing the concrete cutting machine to the job that was already completed.
I got the same redi-mix truck vehicular gangstalking at the same location as Tuesday when I was making this this same journey, this time looping around to then gangstalk me again at this x shaped intersection that is a continuing gangstalking venue. On Tuesday, they even put a redi-mix truck to pass in front of my apartment building just ahead of me returning there, but not this time.
At one of these projects, a Shell filling station rebuild, right down to installing new plastic tanks in the ground, the crew was paving the filling station's surface in fresh asphalt, and they also poured concrete down as a road base in another part of the job. Before that, I had passed by a continuing street rework project that was also pouring a new road base in 12" deep concrete, 30' wide and some 80' of road. Again, the negro concrete worker was on the job, an anomalous work situation in this city at least.
I was also planted into a swarm of about six ambulatory gangstalkers at one intersection, the one where they appear to have just completed, making new sidewalk sections at an noncontrolled intersection. This confluence was elaborately staged; there was a woman with sunlit black hair on a cell phone who I walked past, and then there was a brown coated gangstalker with a black haired dog oncoming, Then a skinheaded negro dude in a black fleece jacket was converging from the left, doing the tell-tale "lookaway" stunt; walking in one direction and looking out in another. Another black and brown dressed gangstalker had just finished crossing the road and was converging from the right, and as a "consequence" (read, mind-controlled "reaction"), all this forced me closer to the oncoming road traffic that had been rerouted to use only the immediate lane to my right, and it was tightly packed, a silver-grey vehicle being the one that "happened" to be part of this mobbing swarm.
The gym class assholes are doing more of this too; swarming around me, and not making any room for me to get out of this sick little stunt.
I was allowed to purchase an alarm clock today, nothing fancy, like the last one they trashed. With the amount of mind-control on me, they could easily make me "forget" to put it on at night, so who knows what this stunt is all about. As usual, though it was at about 1600h, and it is close to Christmas, the perp swarms were all over me at the store, and as usual, any buying decision is hurried by my "reaction" to this swarm. And again, they were all over me after I got out, putting on another confluence of ambulatory gangstalkers at a pinch point in the pedestrian area. There were at least two tall (over 6') white haired gangstalkers on me in the LD store, the one at the checkout made no bones about having his mouth hanging open anytime I looked. Freaking bizarre.
I got a new ambulatory gangstalking move on me today; at the above mentioned x-shaped intersection on my way back, a mother and about a four year old girl were waiting to cross, and I stood beside them, as we were waiting for the same traffic light. When it changed for me to proceed, the daughter, hanging onto her mother's hand, started running, making every effort to keep up to me for a brief 4' of crosswalk distance. I had a look down at this kid tailing me, and she was ready for that, already staring at me. This is the same intersection where the perps assaulted me, and they are still going beserk over some kind of energy interaction there. It maybe because it is a busy intersection, but what does that have to do with me? The perp's "issues" aren't my problem, so why am I being harassed by every dog and pony show in town?
And there was more kids on gangstalking duty today; they get sprung out of school early just for this kind of activity. As mentioned in past blogs, children and pets exhibit more sensitivity to psychic energies, and that maybe the reason they are getting more stalking time.
2215h
I have been listening to a streamed audio feed, another recently permitted activity, though likely more for someone else's benefit. And while doing so, I encountered a reference to Men In Black, aka MIB's, who wear thick soled shoes. To be honest, I have never met an archtypal MIB, thin lips, clumsy moves, expressionless, black suit, whitish skin color. But I have seen at least four incidences of gangstalkers posing with thick soled shoes this week. Usually they like to "feature" them, so I am sure to see them, assuming I have a choice in where my attention is directed, which I mostly don't. This is just for documenting this interesting commonality, and to mention that the perp's shills and quislings often play with their shoes in public, and my father at home, all the time. Interesting, especially when one realizes that there are so many energy meridians terminating at one's feet.
Time to call this one done, and ruminate as to what will be the next big stunt/jerkaround/game.
I got snookered again, being kept up later and then scripted for a longer sleep, all to get me up at an absurd 1000h, and without enough morning get-ready time to make it to the 1100h Thursday yoga today. Good one, and no doubt long planned, as yoga was at 1130h until three weeks ago when it got changed up. So no yoga today, a piss-off, probably scripted for that alone, though one never knows. This might be part of removing yoga from my activities, as they pulled the Tuesday yoga in 09-2007. And I won't get all those military dressed gangstalkers as I walk through the residential street on my way back. No loss there, just an interesting curiousity that will surface in some other form at a later date.
The perps have me "keen" to get an alarm clock later today, this episode coming full circle after two clock radios were taken out in 2002, and my later battery powered clock also "failed". And the scripted drift is that I should get a new clock with a warranty to prevent more sudden "failures" such as has been experienced on this front. As far as I can tell, it is all about changing the electromagnetic activity around me, and the clocks, in their various forms had to be chucked out as the perps saw it. The clock radios also confered a light source that the perps decided they could not cope with it would seem, hence the later battery powered clock only, no lighted face or display.
The noisescape has been busy today, but on a more generalized background basis, with the odd singing from "neighbors" coming through. The harassment level has been at average, but that will likely change as the perps have changed up my routine today, and for them, that is cause for big excitement and excessive gangstalking and other stunts to promote greater bioenergetics interaction with their planted stooges. No doubt there will be a surfeit of "do-squats" at the gym, those weirds who come to do nothing but sit on the equipment, in my immediate proximity or else in configurations along the windows, or "stacking" themselves in single file, facing me or side on, some 20' away, and having others walk past this to detect some kind of momentary interaction, in me, or more specifically, in my neural responses that they appear to monitor in realtime. And it is also an occasion for the freakshow to continue, planting varying freakish combinations around me, as part of the Favored and Unfavored gangstalking games that are universal in my highly constrained existence.
1725h
I am back from my visit to the gym at OB Rec. Center, and had the usual extra "accompaniment", aka gangstalkers and freakshow participants. Part of the street was blocked for no reason, forcing me to follow my waddling skinhead for a block before cutting back across the street. He then paralleled me for another 20 minutes of walking, to then cede his duties to another black dressed hoodie wearer ahead of me. At one location, I had the hoodie dude some 100' in front of me, and between us in lead-ahead gangstalk mode where four white color sporting gangstalkers; one with a white coat and black and grey backpack, a white toque hatted gangstalker, and two geriatrics with prominent white hair. That very few people walk this stretch of road didn't seem to bother the perps any, as having their operative standing out like a sore thumb is part of the present harassment regimen.
I was dressed in my black Patagonia anorak and a blue fleece jacket underneath, with black track pants. This might explain why I had a unusual number of black colored vehicles gangstalking me when I first set off; at least 50% of the first two blocks of road traffic were black colored (approx. 50), and about half that many were white colored.
I had a large contingent of gangstalkers around me at the gym; the four dudes in an escalated social banter who "happened" to follow me around on the equipment, as it would seem that having human voice in my proximity is part of the game of late. One black and white dressed gangstalker with white hair literally stood still for over five minutes while I was lifting bench weights. Until this harassment started, I have never seen so many people at a gym do absolutely squat, usually sitting on equipment in "stunned mode", or else socializing. This geriatric nutter was doing none of that; just standing there in mid-floor, no apparent rationale, looking far away, mouth open as usual for these fucks.
I noted the four dudes per above excessively loud socializing that is gradually reduced, were arranged in a square with each of their backs facing a cardinal direction. The perps arranged the two weirds behind me at the last grocery store visit similarly; they were standing back to back, 90 degrees offset, and unusually close. They must be taking longer to get a certain reading it would seem. Then the one who was closest and in a deep green leather jacket and a fugly beard, "just needed" matches, and walked behind me as I was paying with my debit card, putting on the gangstalking while making a financial transaction, one of the top perp games after chasing me with concrete projects.
The number of municipal or adjacent to munipcipal property projects on my walking beat has increased by one today. There are now six, up from four last week, as one crew is progressively ripping up sidewalks, especially at intersections, and have taken on a new one. They have broken up and removed the concrete at side street/main thoroughfare and this is where my four white color bearing gangstalkers, indicated above, where on me. And lo, if there wasn't an accidental oil or fuel spill on the ashpalt road surface next to this sidewalk ripping job, and lo, if they didn't lay down some brown colored sand-like product to absorb this spill, and have me and my gangstalkers walk on it, as it was the only route on that side of the road. As part of this new project they also cut lines in the sidewalk, preparing to level it in other locations than just the intersection. The wet dust was still on the sidewalk, and strangely, the worker dudes were bringing the concrete cutting machine to the job that was already completed.
I got the same redi-mix truck vehicular gangstalking at the same location as Tuesday when I was making this this same journey, this time looping around to then gangstalk me again at this x shaped intersection that is a continuing gangstalking venue. On Tuesday, they even put a redi-mix truck to pass in front of my apartment building just ahead of me returning there, but not this time.
At one of these projects, a Shell filling station rebuild, right down to installing new plastic tanks in the ground, the crew was paving the filling station's surface in fresh asphalt, and they also poured concrete down as a road base in another part of the job. Before that, I had passed by a continuing street rework project that was also pouring a new road base in 12" deep concrete, 30' wide and some 80' of road. Again, the negro concrete worker was on the job, an anomalous work situation in this city at least.
I was also planted into a swarm of about six ambulatory gangstalkers at one intersection, the one where they appear to have just completed, making new sidewalk sections at an noncontrolled intersection. This confluence was elaborately staged; there was a woman with sunlit black hair on a cell phone who I walked past, and then there was a brown coated gangstalker with a black haired dog oncoming, Then a skinheaded negro dude in a black fleece jacket was converging from the left, doing the tell-tale "lookaway" stunt; walking in one direction and looking out in another. Another black and brown dressed gangstalker had just finished crossing the road and was converging from the right, and as a "consequence" (read, mind-controlled "reaction"), all this forced me closer to the oncoming road traffic that had been rerouted to use only the immediate lane to my right, and it was tightly packed, a silver-grey vehicle being the one that "happened" to be part of this mobbing swarm.
The gym class assholes are doing more of this too; swarming around me, and not making any room for me to get out of this sick little stunt.
I was allowed to purchase an alarm clock today, nothing fancy, like the last one they trashed. With the amount of mind-control on me, they could easily make me "forget" to put it on at night, so who knows what this stunt is all about. As usual, though it was at about 1600h, and it is close to Christmas, the perp swarms were all over me at the store, and as usual, any buying decision is hurried by my "reaction" to this swarm. And again, they were all over me after I got out, putting on another confluence of ambulatory gangstalkers at a pinch point in the pedestrian area. There were at least two tall (over 6') white haired gangstalkers on me in the LD store, the one at the checkout made no bones about having his mouth hanging open anytime I looked. Freaking bizarre.
I got a new ambulatory gangstalking move on me today; at the above mentioned x-shaped intersection on my way back, a mother and about a four year old girl were waiting to cross, and I stood beside them, as we were waiting for the same traffic light. When it changed for me to proceed, the daughter, hanging onto her mother's hand, started running, making every effort to keep up to me for a brief 4' of crosswalk distance. I had a look down at this kid tailing me, and she was ready for that, already staring at me. This is the same intersection where the perps assaulted me, and they are still going beserk over some kind of energy interaction there. It maybe because it is a busy intersection, but what does that have to do with me? The perp's "issues" aren't my problem, so why am I being harassed by every dog and pony show in town?
And there was more kids on gangstalking duty today; they get sprung out of school early just for this kind of activity. As mentioned in past blogs, children and pets exhibit more sensitivity to psychic energies, and that maybe the reason they are getting more stalking time.
2215h
I have been listening to a streamed audio feed, another recently permitted activity, though likely more for someone else's benefit. And while doing so, I encountered a reference to Men In Black, aka MIB's, who wear thick soled shoes. To be honest, I have never met an archtypal MIB, thin lips, clumsy moves, expressionless, black suit, whitish skin color. But I have seen at least four incidences of gangstalkers posing with thick soled shoes this week. Usually they like to "feature" them, so I am sure to see them, assuming I have a choice in where my attention is directed, which I mostly don't. This is just for documenting this interesting commonality, and to mention that the perp's shills and quislings often play with their shoes in public, and my father at home, all the time. Interesting, especially when one realizes that there are so many energy meridians terminating at one's feet.
Time to call this one done, and ruminate as to what will be the next big stunt/jerkaround/game.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
The 2008 Diary Stunt
1225h
My 2008 diary came by UPS today, bringing that squalid ... event to a close. Last year, I finally got one the size and features I needed, the first time in over four years. This year, this size and model, even if a popular line, wasn't to be found at two prominent stationary stores. One was emailed and phoned and still no progress. Finally I ordered one online, and lo, if I didn't get nailed with an extra $5 charge for being an "international order", true enough, but why wasn't allowed to see that charge before completing the order which came with a stated $5 shipping? It was done, and the item arrived via UPS today, over a week later which was way too slack for past experience in having things shipped via them. And so, what do I get? The refill version without the black cover, without the cover as it was depicted online. Unbelievable fuckery all over an appointment diary for 2008. This is but one of hundreds such elaborate stunts that goes down in a year, where most others are gratuitous and inviduous situational jerkarounds.
Which underscores my arguement that I am being harassed and surveilled over nuances of every infinitesimal act, thought, reaction and knowledge meme (fragment) 24x7, as the 2008 diary has to be exactly prepared by the perps as it will sit on my desk for the entire year, a huge strategic consideration for the sickos that maintain this abuse and depravity.
Enough on that bizarre event. I have got two firetruck visits/passbys today, and I haven't even left my apartment today. One was a S. bound siren show, and the other at lunchtime, with the ladder truck arriving at a dead ended street for the road re-construction and keeping its flashing red emergency light operating, it being situated behind the file of parked vehicles that is regularly rotated in various colors of vehicles, many of which are pictured in past blog posting. It would seem that the perps needed some extra flashing red light trained on me, and decided to bring it in closer, only a half block away, following the pass-by at breakfast with the red emergency lights also in operation.
This is on top of three fire truck visitations to this apartment for false alarms in the past three months, all with the same flashing red light show. And if I am correct, the firetruck will be parked outside of the firestation when I walk past it on my way to gym class later this afternoon. These fire trucks are painted yellow, a particular version that is said to be easier to see in inclement weather. And lo, so was the UPS package this morning, still in my garbage can. Must be a coincidence, har, har.
I went to take a picture of the above fire truck "emergency", bringing out the ladder truck to a dead-ended street where there were no tall buildings to need such a fire truck configulation, and lo, if the red emergency lights didn't go off when the picture taking was attempted. Perhaps it was just too plain silly for them to allow a photograph. What is more amazing is how they got such a huge truck turned around in a narrow street. More extra-conventional capabilities speculation.
1330h
Just before I got up this morning there was a thud right beside my head, as if it came from within my apartment and a electromagnetic pulse that went through my head simultaneously. Nothing new there, is was only more blatant than usual and there was no plausible cover story for the noise. The pulsing of me and my head has been going on for over five years now, and I usually get two to five per week. None of which is pleasant.
Other recently targetted head areas are my right rear occipital area, where I get some kind of pulsed momentary pain. The other area where the perps strike with their pulsed energy methods is my neck, above my Adam's apple. That should be enough consistency to convince someone that this could all be about nonconsensual neural experimentation and activity research, though I doubt that I will get anyone involved in this harassment to engage in any dialog over the details, as every last one of the abettors and quislings avoids any such conversation, even if they look professionally negligent in a clinical context.
This is Tuesday afternoon gym day, and I reckon the rabid and confrontational harassment escalation will continue there, if last week was any example. They continually disrupted my exercise routine by filling areas or exercise equipment with their shills, and even pulled a bonehead stunt of having one of their operatives put on a snit because I was on the specific piece of equipment he "wanted". I wasn't allowed to call him on being totally stupid by not looking first to see that there were two more identical machines free, and why didn't he sign up for one of them? No, he wanted a confrontation, a reason to invoke vocalization and call me names that were totally inappropriate. Funny, I learned that no one was signing up when there were availible machines from the same gangstalking assholes who are populating the gym when I am there. And, I have never seen anyone else get into a snit, staged or not, by the endemic lack of signing up. The signup "board" is this 3' x 6' panel of safety glass with a grid of lines on it for the equipment and the times. Somehow, I think that also aids the harassment cause, as they like to have me see things through safety glass (with a transparent plastic layer in it), and then not. This ceaseless testing of what I see, be it directly, through varying glass types and tints, in a mirror, in a reflecting window or whatever ever else has been part of the overt harassment show since it all came down on me in 2002.
1705h
I have returned from my gym class at the OB Rec. Center. There were the usual swarmers there, and then parading back and forth in front of me when I was on the stationary bicycle. For some reason they like putting on white dressed gangstalkers sometimes, though the featured color seemed to be a burnt orange color today, including transiting time.
I had my street freakshow, though nothing too memorable save more of them. And the usual 600 to 1,000 vehicles in formations by color and vehicle type. There were at least two tire skiddings that looked contrived. One postal van, in the Canada red-orange color, turned into a side street in front of me, and then rounded the block again to turn into the driveway in front of me. This is totally strange as he could of pulled into the driveway in the first place, as it is a postal distribution center. But as I frequently have vehicles turning in front or behind me, often within 10 seconds of crossing a driveway, sidestreet or crosswalk, I was not too surprised at this blatant stunt.
The seeming Amnesty International canvassers were at the W. door of the supermarket, but not at the E. where I entered, and there were three of them. As far as I can tell they are there for red color clothing reference, white plastic binder color/material reference, and to constrict egress on the sidewalk, which is easily done, as a "concerned" citizen, this one in a green coat, stopped by to chat, and further block sidewalk egress. There was at least 10 gangstalkers on me when I got out of the store, and some had been standing around on sentry duty outside of the checkout I used, visible through the storefront glass. This was at least the fourth gangstalker on sentry duty on my way back, a 30 minute walk. The strangest one was a woman standing beside a red colored wall with a shopping cart laden with acquired items. It was even more strange as nearest store doesn't have those size of shopping carts, and it was at a drugstore, so how did she come by all that shopping. Never mind that she was in a bizarre "stun-out" state, and did not fit under the cover of being a vagrant, as clearly she wasn't.
And as before, the gangstalkers like to converge upon me when I am at the cable machine at the gym; this is where cables are tensioned to pull up the weights, and it further adds to my theory that stressed metals, even braking vehicles (pads applied to a metal rotor), give off some kind of energy that the perps find highly beneficial, probably because it interacts with the body's own chi energies, if one buys into the Chinese medicine teachings.
As predicted above, when walking past the fire department on my way to the gym, and back again, they had the same yellow firetruck outside that came to "visit" outside my apartment this morning. There was also a strong yellow gangstalking vehicle presence today, this is after being "groomed" on white, silver-grey, grey and black colored vehicles. There were plenty of red vehicles as well, and at least one string of three in file, all were mobile. And some Volvos were in brown; it seems that the perps are getting more daring in exposing this vehicle color to me, and they appear to be starting with the vehicle manufacturer of my last owned vehicle that I drove for over 15 years.
1910h
The overhead pounding and rumbling has started up at this post-mealtime digestion period, but as if that wasn't enough, the perps have added an in-apartment rattling noise to go with it, as if something on the ceiling, has "vibrated" because of the applied rumbling. As this never happened until the past week, for all the ferocious overhead pounding, I can only conclude it is another gratuitous add-on noise. Making the chain of plausibility ever more unlikely.
12-05-2007
1005h
Another forced "forget" to post this last night. Meanwhile, this morning, some intense vision impairment games are going on, typically when I look at an object for the first time in the day, such as this LCD display, breakfast cereal, coffee and when I wrote some keywords in my written journal. This occured with simultaneous outside noise for the most part that went strangely quiet when I ate chocolate, one of my required foods to plant deep brown in my mouth, and in close proximity to my brain, the seeming objective in eating this food. Then also disintegrating toast that was intact to begin with and then fell apart to then paste three fingers with peanut butter.
Time to blog off and start a new posting of this exasperating and infuriating harassment.
My 2008 diary came by UPS today, bringing that squalid ... event to a close. Last year, I finally got one the size and features I needed, the first time in over four years. This year, this size and model, even if a popular line, wasn't to be found at two prominent stationary stores. One was emailed and phoned and still no progress. Finally I ordered one online, and lo, if I didn't get nailed with an extra $5 charge for being an "international order", true enough, but why wasn't allowed to see that charge before completing the order which came with a stated $5 shipping? It was done, and the item arrived via UPS today, over a week later which was way too slack for past experience in having things shipped via them. And so, what do I get? The refill version without the black cover, without the cover as it was depicted online. Unbelievable fuckery all over an appointment diary for 2008. This is but one of hundreds such elaborate stunts that goes down in a year, where most others are gratuitous and inviduous situational jerkarounds.
Which underscores my arguement that I am being harassed and surveilled over nuances of every infinitesimal act, thought, reaction and knowledge meme (fragment) 24x7, as the 2008 diary has to be exactly prepared by the perps as it will sit on my desk for the entire year, a huge strategic consideration for the sickos that maintain this abuse and depravity.
Enough on that bizarre event. I have got two firetruck visits/passbys today, and I haven't even left my apartment today. One was a S. bound siren show, and the other at lunchtime, with the ladder truck arriving at a dead ended street for the road re-construction and keeping its flashing red emergency light operating, it being situated behind the file of parked vehicles that is regularly rotated in various colors of vehicles, many of which are pictured in past blog posting. It would seem that the perps needed some extra flashing red light trained on me, and decided to bring it in closer, only a half block away, following the pass-by at breakfast with the red emergency lights also in operation.
This is on top of three fire truck visitations to this apartment for false alarms in the past three months, all with the same flashing red light show. And if I am correct, the firetruck will be parked outside of the firestation when I walk past it on my way to gym class later this afternoon. These fire trucks are painted yellow, a particular version that is said to be easier to see in inclement weather. And lo, so was the UPS package this morning, still in my garbage can. Must be a coincidence, har, har.
I went to take a picture of the above fire truck "emergency", bringing out the ladder truck to a dead-ended street where there were no tall buildings to need such a fire truck configulation, and lo, if the red emergency lights didn't go off when the picture taking was attempted. Perhaps it was just too plain silly for them to allow a photograph. What is more amazing is how they got such a huge truck turned around in a narrow street. More extra-conventional capabilities speculation.
1330h
Just before I got up this morning there was a thud right beside my head, as if it came from within my apartment and a electromagnetic pulse that went through my head simultaneously. Nothing new there, is was only more blatant than usual and there was no plausible cover story for the noise. The pulsing of me and my head has been going on for over five years now, and I usually get two to five per week. None of which is pleasant.
Other recently targetted head areas are my right rear occipital area, where I get some kind of pulsed momentary pain. The other area where the perps strike with their pulsed energy methods is my neck, above my Adam's apple. That should be enough consistency to convince someone that this could all be about nonconsensual neural experimentation and activity research, though I doubt that I will get anyone involved in this harassment to engage in any dialog over the details, as every last one of the abettors and quislings avoids any such conversation, even if they look professionally negligent in a clinical context.
This is Tuesday afternoon gym day, and I reckon the rabid and confrontational harassment escalation will continue there, if last week was any example. They continually disrupted my exercise routine by filling areas or exercise equipment with their shills, and even pulled a bonehead stunt of having one of their operatives put on a snit because I was on the specific piece of equipment he "wanted". I wasn't allowed to call him on being totally stupid by not looking first to see that there were two more identical machines free, and why didn't he sign up for one of them? No, he wanted a confrontation, a reason to invoke vocalization and call me names that were totally inappropriate. Funny, I learned that no one was signing up when there were availible machines from the same gangstalking assholes who are populating the gym when I am there. And, I have never seen anyone else get into a snit, staged or not, by the endemic lack of signing up. The signup "board" is this 3' x 6' panel of safety glass with a grid of lines on it for the equipment and the times. Somehow, I think that also aids the harassment cause, as they like to have me see things through safety glass (with a transparent plastic layer in it), and then not. This ceaseless testing of what I see, be it directly, through varying glass types and tints, in a mirror, in a reflecting window or whatever ever else has been part of the overt harassment show since it all came down on me in 2002.
1705h
I have returned from my gym class at the OB Rec. Center. There were the usual swarmers there, and then parading back and forth in front of me when I was on the stationary bicycle. For some reason they like putting on white dressed gangstalkers sometimes, though the featured color seemed to be a burnt orange color today, including transiting time.
I had my street freakshow, though nothing too memorable save more of them. And the usual 600 to 1,000 vehicles in formations by color and vehicle type. There were at least two tire skiddings that looked contrived. One postal van, in the Canada red-orange color, turned into a side street in front of me, and then rounded the block again to turn into the driveway in front of me. This is totally strange as he could of pulled into the driveway in the first place, as it is a postal distribution center. But as I frequently have vehicles turning in front or behind me, often within 10 seconds of crossing a driveway, sidestreet or crosswalk, I was not too surprised at this blatant stunt.
The seeming Amnesty International canvassers were at the W. door of the supermarket, but not at the E. where I entered, and there were three of them. As far as I can tell they are there for red color clothing reference, white plastic binder color/material reference, and to constrict egress on the sidewalk, which is easily done, as a "concerned" citizen, this one in a green coat, stopped by to chat, and further block sidewalk egress. There was at least 10 gangstalkers on me when I got out of the store, and some had been standing around on sentry duty outside of the checkout I used, visible through the storefront glass. This was at least the fourth gangstalker on sentry duty on my way back, a 30 minute walk. The strangest one was a woman standing beside a red colored wall with a shopping cart laden with acquired items. It was even more strange as nearest store doesn't have those size of shopping carts, and it was at a drugstore, so how did she come by all that shopping. Never mind that she was in a bizarre "stun-out" state, and did not fit under the cover of being a vagrant, as clearly she wasn't.
And as before, the gangstalkers like to converge upon me when I am at the cable machine at the gym; this is where cables are tensioned to pull up the weights, and it further adds to my theory that stressed metals, even braking vehicles (pads applied to a metal rotor), give off some kind of energy that the perps find highly beneficial, probably because it interacts with the body's own chi energies, if one buys into the Chinese medicine teachings.
As predicted above, when walking past the fire department on my way to the gym, and back again, they had the same yellow firetruck outside that came to "visit" outside my apartment this morning. There was also a strong yellow gangstalking vehicle presence today, this is after being "groomed" on white, silver-grey, grey and black colored vehicles. There were plenty of red vehicles as well, and at least one string of three in file, all were mobile. And some Volvos were in brown; it seems that the perps are getting more daring in exposing this vehicle color to me, and they appear to be starting with the vehicle manufacturer of my last owned vehicle that I drove for over 15 years.
1910h
The overhead pounding and rumbling has started up at this post-mealtime digestion period, but as if that wasn't enough, the perps have added an in-apartment rattling noise to go with it, as if something on the ceiling, has "vibrated" because of the applied rumbling. As this never happened until the past week, for all the ferocious overhead pounding, I can only conclude it is another gratuitous add-on noise. Making the chain of plausibility ever more unlikely.
12-05-2007
1005h
Another forced "forget" to post this last night. Meanwhile, this morning, some intense vision impairment games are going on, typically when I look at an object for the first time in the day, such as this LCD display, breakfast cereal, coffee and when I wrote some keywords in my written journal. This occured with simultaneous outside noise for the most part that went strangely quiet when I ate chocolate, one of my required foods to plant deep brown in my mouth, and in close proximity to my brain, the seeming objective in eating this food. Then also disintegrating toast that was intact to begin with and then fell apart to then paste three fingers with peanut butter.
Time to blog off and start a new posting of this exasperating and infuriating harassment.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
A Riled Up Day
1720h
I can only assume that the perps are constantly ragging me with stunts and controlling my reaction to be immediate annoyance, ususally vocalized, to capitalize on their shenanigans last night. A defacto continuation of the Monday state through to Tuesday it would seem. Keeping me pissed off is the perp's number one tactic to creating more possibilities for their remote energetics assay work they appear to be conducting. (There is a significantly greater aura around someone who is angry or stressed in any way).
That is, they kept me awake for most of last night, and only provided for a light sleep, something they once before on a Monday, about four weeks ago before I set off to my parent's place and start the digging up of the tree root in their backyard. It would seem that the perps lose some kind of registry or advantage that they have on Mondays, fresh from my parent's place after a Sunday night stayover. Their solution is to then keep me awake through the night so to continue with whatever advantages that is conferred or determined on Mondays. That is the best that I can explain it.
And I never am concerned about lost sleep, as there seems to be absolutely no penalty or tiredness because of the sleep deficit they created for me.
As this is Tuesday, it is a gym class day, and the weirdness of the other members has escalated, likely for me to notice. There were the usual 12 to 16 gangstalkers arrayed behind me, or around me, and the "usual" 80% on sit-there, or stand-there duty. Sometimes they will sit at the equipment doing absolutely nothing but staring into space for over five minutes, and then get up and do the same thing at another piece of equipment.
The "just stand-there" action got silly today at the gym, as they had one dude in two tone blue standing beside the weights rack doing utterly nothing, and then the oversized blonde woman from our class did the same thing, opposite of this dude. There they were, two people doing nothing but standing there, facing each other, four feet apart, and trying not to look at each other. This went on for over five minutes before the perps finally passed a red shirted gangstalker between them.
This same kind of malingering gangstalking is also showing up on the streets; a cyclist with his bicycle in the all-too-familiar broadside position was standing on the sidewalk beside his bicycle as if totally dumbstruck and didn't know what to do. I have been known to call this sentry duty, as it seems awfully important that sentry stay still while I pass in front of them to conduct some kind of distance dependent energetics assay activity.
This same game is also "happening" with vehicles; yesterday a white truck stopped in mid-street immediately following a left turn to conduct a conversation with a gangstalker/operative or whoever it was. Here was the vehicle holding up other left turning vehicles for at least 3 minutes while this "conversation" was held. Today, a mid-grey vehicle parked across the apartment driveway while the driver conducted an arm and hand waving conversation with a participating "passerby". This was planned while my camera battery was recharging after an inexplicable discharge from being fully charged minutes before that.
When walking to gym class, a similar event erupted; the all-too-familiar white trades van with the ladders on top "broke down" and had to be pushed through the intersection to make a left turn. Somehow, it was fixed and drove off. Stupider and stupider is the theme for this week, and that also means more blatant harassment games, including the one mentioned in yesterday's blog when the poured wine exploded out of the glass.
1815h
I am getting beeping or overheard rumbling everytime I make a move; putting the dinner plate down, clicking on a window, the first bite from my dinner, and now, a car alarm has gone off.
Before that, my second scripted crap of the week, and this time I did not get off like I have been; a distraction dealing with the perp's shit flicking, and lo, if the toilet didn't overflow and need plunging. Then after cleanup, another plunging to get the toiltet paper down, but no overflow this time. That should do me until Monday when it is scripted again.
I had the usual red color shirt gangstalking at the gym earlier today. At least half of the 15 weirds on blatant gangstalking duty were wearing some form of a red shirt or sweater. The perps also put on my least favorite granny to look at, and forced my attention her way at least a half dozen times, once when she was on parade duty. They had her in an all black outfit, and they also position her near the stairway entrance, hanging over me almost as I come up the stairs.
In our gym class, which convenes for the last half hour in a floor exercise room, two of the class members who had been working out on the exercise equipment "somehow" didn't participate, even if mandatory. Both are over weight, and blonde, one female, the other male. Then the rangy dude who wasn't there for the free format first half hour session comes swooping in from the change room to get immediately in front of me when proceeding into the floor exercise room. He then preceded to the change room where he "accidently" whacked me with his sweater while exuberantly putting it on, though he did have the "grace" to tell me he was sorry. Big fucking joke, as his sweater didn't contact me, and the whack I recieved was by way of the perp's energy games they have been intensely fucking me with all week.
These energy games, or faked touches and faked blundering "into" something adjacent, has been increased of late. I get the sensation of my hand contacting the kitchen counter when it is at least six inches away. The perps used to be more sporting, and had a certain tolerance whereby if my hand for example, was within two inches say, I would of got the fake touches. Now, the assholes have increased their tolerance to be within even 12" now. I am constantly assaulted by these faked touches and blundering whenever I am near something, and for whatever reason, this highly annoying stunt has increased of late. Wobbling me over to collide with something, or seemingly collide, has also increased of late. My entire physical worldview has been polluted and jerked with.
1900h
Picture time, these few from the last two weeks. The camera action seems to be mostly over; I rarely "recall", per mind-fuck script, to take my camera with me now, only for Sundays at the parent's place.
This is a zoomed in shot to a location that is mid-block and viewable from my apartment. The meter heads have been off for months now, and the parking rotation at this location, also pictured in past blogs, is with color coordinated vehicles. Though it looks in this case as if the two vehicles in the middle of this file are also matched for front-end appearance commonality.
This picture was taken from my bedroom at my parent's place on 10-29-2007, the two red vehicles aligned in file being the most oddest part of this shot, though in fairness it can happen once in a while, but not everyday and allday like it does for me. A parked white vehicle is also arranged to be partially obscured by foliage, a common setup.
This picture is taken from the same location, my bedroom at my parent's place, this time on 11-05-2007. The red vehicles are lined up exactly the same, with the telephone pole being the reference that I am using. It is doubtful in my estimation that any one, or even less likely, two parties, could line their vehicles up identically a week apart for on-street parking. This time an additional third red vehicle has been parked behind the white vehicle,also in the precise same location, behind the foliage. A white van has also been added in on the right side, in an orthogonal position, and also, a silver-grey vehicle has been added for reference purposes between further back, in the center of the photo.
This is a photo of only a few of the approximately 200 vehicles that pass by at the bus stop, this one in a residential area. The time was 1513h in the afternoon on a weekday, and it is utterly incomprehensible to me, as a longtime resident of this neighborhood (40 years), as to how so much vehicular traffic "happens" here, except in a gangstalking context.
Then my mysterious bus stop buddy arrives, and puts on the familiar back-to-me pose; the backpacks are ubiquitous nowadays, and appear to be used as a color reference adjunct.
Next, the cell phone comes out, and again, on the face of it there is nothing too suspicious. The vehicular gangstalk traffic has picked up as seen in the background. My "bus stop buddy" then took off after making his call, not taking the bus at all. Now that is suspicious to me.
The bus stop from the other direction looking S.; again, as a longtime resident of this neighborhood that has little but infill houses built for over the last 20 years, it remains imponderable as to why so many vehicles are arranged and passing by at 1515h on an afternoon weekday. There are three grey colored vehicles in the group of six; two silver-greys and one mid-grey, and the color of the last three in the oncoming file cannot be determined. The extra reflection off the latter three vehicles could be from the plasma and reflectance augmentation games that are constantly managed in my vicinity.
These are my runners of some six years; a never-before scalloped concave removal of the heel material. I have a habit of wearing the outer heel first, but in a scooped fashion has never happened before. And lo, if the perps didn't exploit that to create momentary suction on my heels when on smooth surfaces, sidewalks included.
2105h
A forced cough as soon as this page refreshed; I knew it was imminent from the planted tickle in my throat, but did not know just when it was scripted to erupt.
An interesting new phenomenon that I hadn't heard of before; human spontaneous involuntary invisibility. It is explained at this website. There are times when I get obstructed in public and when I ask the perpetrator to move, all I get is the pretense of not being heard. As far as I know, I have not been rendered invisible, just a simulation of it the odd time which has to be staged, like everything else. It does raise the question as to whether I have been gangstalked by invisible parties, and that is emminently possible. They could even be standing behind me now, emulating the goings on at the gym with the parade of aligned "do-squats" described above. Not an issue for me, though I could not imagine anything more disorienting than to be rendered invisible and unheard. My understanding is that UFO's are often picked up by a camera but not by the photogrpher and are only noticed when the film was developed and reviewed. And I should add, it did happen to me on my camera toting walks, that there was a odd object in the sky which I did not see at the time of taking the photograph.
2135h
A total jerkaround; the YouTube or my CD in my PC is not playing properly; the artist's voice isn't coming through even if the musical accompaniment is. Once, I had the opportunity to momentarily "forget" all this fuckery by listening to music, but now, that capability has been trashed. What is the matter with these depraved assholes today?
2220h
More pounding overhead while I recalled something I had read about five minutes ago. This seems to be the kind of recall ability the perps are targeting these days; very short term recall. They can now screw me out of "remembering" where to put something back, with the additional diversion of using the item. More progress on the mind-fuck front.
After an ugly day, it is time to call this one done. My greatest fear is that the perps are going to give me another near sleepless night, and grind me down tomorrow where there are three events planned.
One event on for tommorow is a dental appointment; I got a call "reminding me" about my appointment tommorow and I said that there wasn't anything scheduled. After some "sorrys" and great amounts of faux apologies, I kept the appointment date. This particular dental receptionist is one of the most efficient and friendly that I know of; she doesn't screw up, ever. And "somehow" she did, exactly when I had open time. This is just another example of this senseless and gratuitous harassment fuckery, and how low some will go to accomodate the fuckers. The abettor, makes herself out to be incompetent, about the last thing one could say about her capabilities and efficiency. Why do all these people conform to the perp's depravities, making themselves out to be quislings and idiots?
This is the same woman who "showed up" at LD to sell me a cell phone in 2006, and she doesn't mention that when I see her afterward, har, har. "Somehow", I wasn't allowed to know this at the time, and only when I got back to my apartment some 10 minutes later did the perps tell me who it was. I had a sudden rush that she was familiar while she was telling me about the cell phones, but that got suddenly shut down. That is another classic of mind-fucking; I never, ever forget a face, especially one I see twice a year for most of the previous 15 years, and "somehow" I did, and only "recalled" who it was when she was long gone. Someone tell me the clinical background on that with a straight face.
The other two events are at the same office, one in the afternoon, and then in the evening. This spells a "location test"; testing me for both daylight and dusk light conditions offsite, not at my place.
Time to call this day done and hope the next isn't going to be another like this.
I can only assume that the perps are constantly ragging me with stunts and controlling my reaction to be immediate annoyance, ususally vocalized, to capitalize on their shenanigans last night. A defacto continuation of the Monday state through to Tuesday it would seem. Keeping me pissed off is the perp's number one tactic to creating more possibilities for their remote energetics assay work they appear to be conducting. (There is a significantly greater aura around someone who is angry or stressed in any way).
That is, they kept me awake for most of last night, and only provided for a light sleep, something they once before on a Monday, about four weeks ago before I set off to my parent's place and start the digging up of the tree root in their backyard. It would seem that the perps lose some kind of registry or advantage that they have on Mondays, fresh from my parent's place after a Sunday night stayover. Their solution is to then keep me awake through the night so to continue with whatever advantages that is conferred or determined on Mondays. That is the best that I can explain it.
And I never am concerned about lost sleep, as there seems to be absolutely no penalty or tiredness because of the sleep deficit they created for me.
As this is Tuesday, it is a gym class day, and the weirdness of the other members has escalated, likely for me to notice. There were the usual 12 to 16 gangstalkers arrayed behind me, or around me, and the "usual" 80% on sit-there, or stand-there duty. Sometimes they will sit at the equipment doing absolutely nothing but staring into space for over five minutes, and then get up and do the same thing at another piece of equipment.
The "just stand-there" action got silly today at the gym, as they had one dude in two tone blue standing beside the weights rack doing utterly nothing, and then the oversized blonde woman from our class did the same thing, opposite of this dude. There they were, two people doing nothing but standing there, facing each other, four feet apart, and trying not to look at each other. This went on for over five minutes before the perps finally passed a red shirted gangstalker between them.
This same kind of malingering gangstalking is also showing up on the streets; a cyclist with his bicycle in the all-too-familiar broadside position was standing on the sidewalk beside his bicycle as if totally dumbstruck and didn't know what to do. I have been known to call this sentry duty, as it seems awfully important that sentry stay still while I pass in front of them to conduct some kind of distance dependent energetics assay activity.
This same game is also "happening" with vehicles; yesterday a white truck stopped in mid-street immediately following a left turn to conduct a conversation with a gangstalker/operative or whoever it was. Here was the vehicle holding up other left turning vehicles for at least 3 minutes while this "conversation" was held. Today, a mid-grey vehicle parked across the apartment driveway while the driver conducted an arm and hand waving conversation with a participating "passerby". This was planned while my camera battery was recharging after an inexplicable discharge from being fully charged minutes before that.
When walking to gym class, a similar event erupted; the all-too-familiar white trades van with the ladders on top "broke down" and had to be pushed through the intersection to make a left turn. Somehow, it was fixed and drove off. Stupider and stupider is the theme for this week, and that also means more blatant harassment games, including the one mentioned in yesterday's blog when the poured wine exploded out of the glass.
1815h
I am getting beeping or overheard rumbling everytime I make a move; putting the dinner plate down, clicking on a window, the first bite from my dinner, and now, a car alarm has gone off.
Before that, my second scripted crap of the week, and this time I did not get off like I have been; a distraction dealing with the perp's shit flicking, and lo, if the toilet didn't overflow and need plunging. Then after cleanup, another plunging to get the toiltet paper down, but no overflow this time. That should do me until Monday when it is scripted again.
I had the usual red color shirt gangstalking at the gym earlier today. At least half of the 15 weirds on blatant gangstalking duty were wearing some form of a red shirt or sweater. The perps also put on my least favorite granny to look at, and forced my attention her way at least a half dozen times, once when she was on parade duty. They had her in an all black outfit, and they also position her near the stairway entrance, hanging over me almost as I come up the stairs.
In our gym class, which convenes for the last half hour in a floor exercise room, two of the class members who had been working out on the exercise equipment "somehow" didn't participate, even if mandatory. Both are over weight, and blonde, one female, the other male. Then the rangy dude who wasn't there for the free format first half hour session comes swooping in from the change room to get immediately in front of me when proceeding into the floor exercise room. He then preceded to the change room where he "accidently" whacked me with his sweater while exuberantly putting it on, though he did have the "grace" to tell me he was sorry. Big fucking joke, as his sweater didn't contact me, and the whack I recieved was by way of the perp's energy games they have been intensely fucking me with all week.
These energy games, or faked touches and faked blundering "into" something adjacent, has been increased of late. I get the sensation of my hand contacting the kitchen counter when it is at least six inches away. The perps used to be more sporting, and had a certain tolerance whereby if my hand for example, was within two inches say, I would of got the fake touches. Now, the assholes have increased their tolerance to be within even 12" now. I am constantly assaulted by these faked touches and blundering whenever I am near something, and for whatever reason, this highly annoying stunt has increased of late. Wobbling me over to collide with something, or seemingly collide, has also increased of late. My entire physical worldview has been polluted and jerked with.
1900h
Picture time, these few from the last two weeks. The camera action seems to be mostly over; I rarely "recall", per mind-fuck script, to take my camera with me now, only for Sundays at the parent's place.
This is a zoomed in shot to a location that is mid-block and viewable from my apartment. The meter heads have been off for months now, and the parking rotation at this location, also pictured in past blogs, is with color coordinated vehicles. Though it looks in this case as if the two vehicles in the middle of this file are also matched for front-end appearance commonality.
This picture was taken from my bedroom at my parent's place on 10-29-2007, the two red vehicles aligned in file being the most oddest part of this shot, though in fairness it can happen once in a while, but not everyday and allday like it does for me. A parked white vehicle is also arranged to be partially obscured by foliage, a common setup.
This picture is taken from the same location, my bedroom at my parent's place, this time on 11-05-2007. The red vehicles are lined up exactly the same, with the telephone pole being the reference that I am using. It is doubtful in my estimation that any one, or even less likely, two parties, could line their vehicles up identically a week apart for on-street parking. This time an additional third red vehicle has been parked behind the white vehicle,also in the precise same location, behind the foliage. A white van has also been added in on the right side, in an orthogonal position, and also, a silver-grey vehicle has been added for reference purposes between further back, in the center of the photo.
This is a photo of only a few of the approximately 200 vehicles that pass by at the bus stop, this one in a residential area. The time was 1513h in the afternoon on a weekday, and it is utterly incomprehensible to me, as a longtime resident of this neighborhood (40 years), as to how so much vehicular traffic "happens" here, except in a gangstalking context.
Then my mysterious bus stop buddy arrives, and puts on the familiar back-to-me pose; the backpacks are ubiquitous nowadays, and appear to be used as a color reference adjunct.
Next, the cell phone comes out, and again, on the face of it there is nothing too suspicious. The vehicular gangstalk traffic has picked up as seen in the background. My "bus stop buddy" then took off after making his call, not taking the bus at all. Now that is suspicious to me.
The bus stop from the other direction looking S.; again, as a longtime resident of this neighborhood that has little but infill houses built for over the last 20 years, it remains imponderable as to why so many vehicles are arranged and passing by at 1515h on an afternoon weekday. There are three grey colored vehicles in the group of six; two silver-greys and one mid-grey, and the color of the last three in the oncoming file cannot be determined. The extra reflection off the latter three vehicles could be from the plasma and reflectance augmentation games that are constantly managed in my vicinity.
These are my runners of some six years; a never-before scalloped concave removal of the heel material. I have a habit of wearing the outer heel first, but in a scooped fashion has never happened before. And lo, if the perps didn't exploit that to create momentary suction on my heels when on smooth surfaces, sidewalks included.
2105h
A forced cough as soon as this page refreshed; I knew it was imminent from the planted tickle in my throat, but did not know just when it was scripted to erupt.
An interesting new phenomenon that I hadn't heard of before; human spontaneous involuntary invisibility. It is explained at this website. There are times when I get obstructed in public and when I ask the perpetrator to move, all I get is the pretense of not being heard. As far as I know, I have not been rendered invisible, just a simulation of it the odd time which has to be staged, like everything else. It does raise the question as to whether I have been gangstalked by invisible parties, and that is emminently possible. They could even be standing behind me now, emulating the goings on at the gym with the parade of aligned "do-squats" described above. Not an issue for me, though I could not imagine anything more disorienting than to be rendered invisible and unheard. My understanding is that UFO's are often picked up by a camera but not by the photogrpher and are only noticed when the film was developed and reviewed. And I should add, it did happen to me on my camera toting walks, that there was a odd object in the sky which I did not see at the time of taking the photograph.
2135hA total jerkaround; the YouTube or my CD in my PC is not playing properly; the artist's voice isn't coming through even if the musical accompaniment is. Once, I had the opportunity to momentarily "forget" all this fuckery by listening to music, but now, that capability has been trashed. What is the matter with these depraved assholes today?
2220h
More pounding overhead while I recalled something I had read about five minutes ago. This seems to be the kind of recall ability the perps are targeting these days; very short term recall. They can now screw me out of "remembering" where to put something back, with the additional diversion of using the item. More progress on the mind-fuck front.
After an ugly day, it is time to call this one done. My greatest fear is that the perps are going to give me another near sleepless night, and grind me down tomorrow where there are three events planned.
One event on for tommorow is a dental appointment; I got a call "reminding me" about my appointment tommorow and I said that there wasn't anything scheduled. After some "sorrys" and great amounts of faux apologies, I kept the appointment date. This particular dental receptionist is one of the most efficient and friendly that I know of; she doesn't screw up, ever. And "somehow" she did, exactly when I had open time. This is just another example of this senseless and gratuitous harassment fuckery, and how low some will go to accomodate the fuckers. The abettor, makes herself out to be incompetent, about the last thing one could say about her capabilities and efficiency. Why do all these people conform to the perp's depravities, making themselves out to be quislings and idiots?
This is the same woman who "showed up" at LD to sell me a cell phone in 2006, and she doesn't mention that when I see her afterward, har, har. "Somehow", I wasn't allowed to know this at the time, and only when I got back to my apartment some 10 minutes later did the perps tell me who it was. I had a sudden rush that she was familiar while she was telling me about the cell phones, but that got suddenly shut down. That is another classic of mind-fucking; I never, ever forget a face, especially one I see twice a year for most of the previous 15 years, and "somehow" I did, and only "recalled" who it was when she was long gone. Someone tell me the clinical background on that with a straight face.
The other two events are at the same office, one in the afternoon, and then in the evening. This spells a "location test"; testing me for both daylight and dusk light conditions offsite, not at my place.
Time to call this day done and hope the next isn't going to be another like this.
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