Easter Fuckover

17540h
The sick assholes who hide behind the too-cute name of the perps went fucking nuts on me today; two counts of diarhoea with shit running down my leg and onto my shoes, and needing a shower to clean up each time. Fucking nuts, as well jerking around nearly every routine that I have, and planting endless misperceptions at every turn. All this with the usual ambulatory gangstalking and freak show, more than ever, made out to be extra obvious, as if to say "see me, I am a perp shill/operative".

They have outdone themselves in terms of going "brown"; making their problem with this color to be my onging harassment. When is some fucker going to get it; it is not my problem so why am I being constantly fucked over for it? Like at least 1500 vehicles on vehicular gangstalk duty today, as I travelled on the highway to the airport to drop my parents off, and then they went fucking nuts. It seems that they can get certain energetics measurements off me when I am in the presence of my parents, who have no doubt submitted to all manner of tests and active participation, but once I was on my own, a phalanx of vehicles in silver grey, then white, then navy blue and then deep metallic red were all over me. They also put at least six identical Dodge Caravans around me in differing colors for about a kilometer of road.

1915h
Repeat after me; there is nothing sacred about Easter goes; I have just recieved a zapping and a coincident noise when I was saving a bookmark, abeit related to mind-control and implantation technology.

What is mostly burning me up is two earlier attacks of perp created diarhoea where they created the situation just after I got back to my parent's place from dropping them off at the airport, and then again when I got back from the laundromat. Both were timed to happen at my locations of residence, and apart from perp directed events over the past two years, it has never ever happened before. Anyhow, I was "caught out" at my parent's place with no spare clothes, and as they were away, I was free to scream at the assholes for perpetrating this, and then also borrow my father's spare pants, all possible choices were a tan brown.

And as part of the fuckover scene, they also added in their laundry fuckover games, and I was obliged to launder my soiled clothes at my parent's place. As it "so happens", they don't have a dryer, so any ready clothes drying was out of the question, and hence, above mentioned clothes borrowing.

I took the bus back to my place, and it was the usual freak show with games over brown clothed gangstalkers, brown skinned gangstalkers, and of course combinations. They even had an Asian woman with brown hair, her grey hair dyed to the roots almost. There was the blonde woman in the seat in front of me, who got off early, and then they placed an East Indian lunk in front of me, and an Asian on his heels beside him, even though they didn't converse, they assembled on the bench seat as if they knew each other.

Anyhow, I got back to my place, made lunch (the usual tortillas), and then went to the laundromat to get my both pairs of jeans laundered (wearing my black workout pants), one pair being the still wet ones that were cleaned, but not dried, at my parents. Almost needless to say, but the next freak show unfolded; at one time, they had me ringed with five male gangstalkers, one behind my head outside, putting on the absurd toque over forehead with shades (for a rainy day). And again, the racial element of brown skin came into it, but I will pass on the details.

At least three of them walked up to me, within 8', pretended to be looking at the TV or outside, one waving a white plastic bag around, and then walked back. Of this trio of weirdness, one was a Latino a deep red shirt, the second fucker was in a ponytail and wearing burgundy pants, and the third one came in with a red backpack full of his clothing to launder, he being a "seen-before" not-all-there act.

Once my laundry was put away at my room, they pulled another "need to shit" stunt and again, it was another force play to clean myself up in the shower, now a 70% of the time chance owing to the sick minded assholes plastering shit on me as a matter of course. The perp's "brown color problem" is not mine, so why am I being fucked over everytime I take a shit? That includes the concurrent full noise stalking activity while on the toilet, as well as the maser and plasma show that goes on, and smell jamming is mandatory. And I also note that the 1/2" deep brown paint splotch that arrived on the toilet tank two days ago is still there as some kind of color reference for the perp's games.

And with all these major incursions of blatant fuckery, the perps have also been cranking me up by disrupting every habit I have; they fucked my work surface cleaning after doing the dishes and then I was while sitting in my chair, my attention was directed to the spot of olive oil they always leave there, have come from the placement of the spatula in that location. Then, they still didn't let me in that being a prompt to attend to the matter, they had me rant about the fuckers placing "something" there, when I have known exactly what they have done for over six months, twice per day. I am not allowed access to my own recall and faculties, including the so-called "no brainer" associations, reflexes and recall.

1950h
It is time to make another "this must be fixed" commentary about the news, this item being a near carbon copy of what happened in this part of the world, something I remarked upon in this past blog. The topical item is the sinking of a Greek passenger liner in the Mediterranean Sea, where all but two unfortuneate passengers (father and daughter) were saved, and lo, if the vessel didn't sink into deep waters. That is what happened in British Columbian waters, where everyone was saved except for two sacrificial (IMHO) passengers (man and wife) who went to visit the neutrinos on behalf of the World Gestapo's quest in quantifying all human energetic interactions. Mind-control may only be 20% of what they are after going by the incursions and coincidences of noisestalking and other introduced affronts when I read the news, and "engage" (per mind-fuck script) in the elicitational conversations.

That remark about the "neutrinos" is one that refers to their properties being quite different at depth, and they also have energetic properties that relate to the ether field (aka the omniplasma continuum per T. T. Brown) we all live in. In my cynical estimation, the perps sent down some human cargo to be tested and assayed over time, and in the case of the BC ferry in 2006, they are still down there.

I do find it interesting that the makeup of the sacrificial couple were man and wife the British Columbia (local) instance, and father and daughter in this recent Mediterannean disaster. And I also find it odd that having many neutrino detector observatories just doesn't seem to be good enough for the perp sickos.

2205h
A new round of bottle bashing, talking, pacing and cell phoning outside my room, room shaking, and plasma flashing off the LCD display has started up. This is coincident with emailing a fellow TI, the first in two weeks with this particular individual. After having a lapse of contact with people, the perps then lay on the stunts, noise and other games.

2240h
The odd grunting, groan or woo-hoo is occuring exactly when I am reading a typical noisestalked word, and then the overhead pounding has started up to suggest this is the attainment of serious noisestalking that goes deeper into neural structures, especially with the vibrational component added in.

This is transpiring while I am reading the Lacerta Files, an interview of an alien woman by an person from Sweden. I could possibly a hoax, but who knows. It is interesting to make inferences as to how it relates to the current depravity to which I am subject to, every mortal second of my life. And it is also interesting to note that the alien woman says that sleep and closing of one's eyes make for being more vulnerable to external conscious access. Given how often I get vision impairment attacks, and that I now recieve at least two hours extra sleep a night, there may be something to this, assuming I am not being fed more malarky to serve a planted notion.

Time to blog off, and call it the one fucking ugly day that it was.

The Floating Sensation

1050h
I am getting a round of the "floating sensation", that all too-common jerkaround when the perps de-energize the temporal lobes in their attempts to go deeper into their brain (my brain) games. And the second round of this was interupted by the manager giving me some oversized mail, junk mail touting a glossy travel magazine. How this outfit got my current name and address is another of those mysteries, but obviously the usual mail through the slot at the top of the door wasn't sufficient for this mind fucking rountine.

And I am getting cranked up about how these accident inquiries are not explaining anything. "Crew error" and that is it. This is more of a local story, but a ferry ran aground last year at nightime, and all were rescued but two before the vessel slipped off the rocks and sunk into deep waters. To date, they still haven't made any effort to bring the vessel up, even if there is a danger of a fuel oil leak. Anyhow, I am always suspicious of these "disasters" and I asked my once sea-faring brother how this might of happened, and he just smirked, possibly purposely to feed my suspicions.

Anyhow, there is still no explanation of actual crew actions for the 14 minutes the crew missed a course change. Could it of been a collective mind-fuck for those on the bridge at the time? Possibly, but I wasn't there and cannot make a call on this one. But what I do know is that the sickos have a fascination with neutrinos, and their interaction is quite different at the earth's surface than in deep waters, so they may of decided to conduct an experiment in this part of the world to determine the neutrino-human energetics interaction on the two unlucky passengers that went down with the ship. This is totally speculative of course, but as I am currently getting successive noise flurries and other related jerkarounds (vision impairments, more floating sensations, smells jammed in the nose, plasma beams flitting around, and the Pseudosweats), I can be quite sure that another party is terribly interested in this scenario, and could be the same one that even suggested/prompted "my" interest/"discovery" into these subatomic particles for which I never gave a shit about in the first place. Anyhow, it is a long way of saying that disaster events aren't what they always appear. And it is another case of the non-causal investigation report, where there is no clarity as to what actually happened to cause this tragedy. Call it the "dumbing-down" of investigational boards Canadian style. My mention of the Anna Nicole Smith coroner's report in yesterday's blog is another example, where she had a personal nurse and yet she ingested contraindicated medications. If the coroner's report is availible online there maybe some better details that did not make it into the news. There have been a few other significant investigations that failed to detail causal events that satisfied the evidence in the past years as well, and I won't go into that large topic here.

1415h
A classic "suck 'n fuck" stunt today; the drop-in center's yoga was cancelled without notice, making for a "go there and come straight back" event, on the same route. Past readers will note that this has "happened" for doctor's visits, caseworker's visits and a few others that don't come to mind. There is something the perps want to know with respect to minimal turnaround duration for regular destinations, and have me return to this room/cell and listen to yet more noisestalking.

And I got my usual entourage of ambulatory and vehicular gangstalking while outside walking; they are now painting the normal (standard) silver-grey dump truck boxes the same color (burgundy) as the cab to create a more monolithic look to this particular large vehicle. This was predictable, as they are doing the same with the Smart Cars.

And the perps even put on a white color lane line painting crew for me to walk by, as they were located near the drop-in center and were in place for my inbound and outbound journey legs. This too is a fascination for the perps, and they have re-painted most of the road lines at least twice on my beats when I was driving, 2002 to mid-2006. Sometimes they had only repainted one line of a two line centerline. I cannot concieve of how that could serve any other purpose than for the perps and their senseless quest to determine what colors I react to, and at what thresholds. Not my problem, so why am I being fucked over it?

And another round of noisestalking in the hallway outside my door with plastic bag rustling; they are going silly on this plastic bag stalking these days, as well as adding more burgundy vehicles into the mix, and backing off on deep metallic red colors. They are still on gangstalking me with crimson reds it seems.

And the floating sensations also came back after lunch; they are continuing to "feature" this kind of fuckery along with the noisescape, running noses, web page changes, mouseclicking, masers and plasma exposures, internal head noises, and the rest of their games.

1550h
Some relative peace and quiet save the odd house noises of thumping that occur downstairs it seems, and of no human intervention. This is akin to the house whacking of yesterday, and here last night.

I had my usual Monday night cannot-sleep spell for an hour, and then was permitted a near uninterupted sleep. There was one awakening to see the "grainy picture show", that strange lighting effect that has all the look of a nightime existing light black and white photograph. This time, it was a glance at my pillow they wanted, and then I was back to sleep, with a late awakening that precluded my drop-in center visitation to go dig non-native plants from Government House. As it turned out, all the perps wanted from me today with respect to the drop-in center was a "there and back" visitation, per above yoga class suprise cancellation. Only in hindsight, if at all, can their plans make sense, though why the assholes need a short turnaround visitation to a regular location is unknown to me.

1910h
The sun is setting and is slowly passing behind a building instead of directly at me as I type. These dusk times are when the perps go extra squirelly with noisestalking and the rest of the games they pull such as typo sabotage. They also have got a drummer's group going earlier tonight in the adjacent nightclub where I can only barely hear it unless they leave the fire escape door open for me. There must be some significant benefits to the vibrations as these are not the only items which are accorded such treatment in my proximity. The glass bottle bashing of the operative/"resident", the forced crockery clashing in my case, the noisy mufflers in significant abundance, the knocking or cleaning of storefront windows in my proximity, and the like.

Anyhow, the noisescape has been mostly quiescent today, save some noise flurries, and perhaps the PC and its last most "repair" of the installation of two indentical disc drives offers sufficient vibration. My theory is that they correlate the energies associated with the vibrations and attempt to build an completed energetics model wherever I am. I am getting enough faked coughing and hacking from the never-get-better "residents" to know that this is a hot topic for the perp assholes in their control room somewhere in town.

1930h
I am getting the overhead pounding again which underscores the importance of this particular dusk time for the perps. It does seem this particular focussed noise is applied to their "problem moments/activities" this being both the digestive period following dinner and dusk time. I may have mentioned this before, but I have a suspicion that the advancement of Daylight time onset to March may have been their doing. In this way they can continue the experimentation at this time of the diurnal day.

And that they fucked me over for four attempts in succession in typing the word "to" in the above paragraph, and have me yell at the fuckers, further suggests that the current situation carries a high-stakes fuckability to it. Getting me riled up is their Fuckover stunt of first resort, except it is not as loud as before by way of speech volume governance.

1955h
The woo-hoo's have started up in this putative rooming house, and outside, the key jingling noise has started up owing to some transiting operatives in the adjacent parking lot. The usual noisestalking of the webpage changes, mouseclickings, unintended page re-displays and the rest of the dull details the perp assholes find so fascinating.

2015h
And just when I was getting complacent about some quiet, another bullshit and over-faked coughing jag has started up from the never-get-better operative/"resident" in this putative rooming house. I could well be projected sound from that quarter rather than a live being. And the perps make sure I get annoyed with it.

2035h
The overhead pounding has started up as thoughtstalking; any uncontrolled observations or thoughts get an overhead clunk accompaniment. So much for any quiet.

2245h
Time to blog off for another dull day, worsened by the perp's fuckery over a late get-up time and the secret cancellation of yoga this afternoon. Cue coughing and hacking.