Snow Day

01-29-2013
After months of cold or stable overcast weather, why, snowfall as I write this. I was all set to head out the door, lunch packed etc., and opened the blinds and lo, snow, 4" worth and accumulating. Which makes a huge difference in terms of getting around on my all season tires, not winter rated. And of course, my vehicle tank is half full and the sandbags were left at the vineyard. "Good one", is my common refrain whenever a (arranged) confluence of inconveniences erupts for maximum adversarial effect.

And so, what to do? Sort out the ongoing hassles of having a network area server install with a flaky hard frive; read more of Brice Taylor's spellbinding book, "Thanks for the Memories", or otherwise slouch around, reveling in the event of my just-restored internet connection.

Or at least blog on about how the perps like to pull snowy weather events, and what they might get from it. There is no question that temperature variation is a big variable in their human non-consensual experimentation initiative. This is known to me by the many gangstalkers ahead or behind me in the supermarket checkouts with hot items and/or frozen items. Add in the white blanketing effect, reducing the landscape's color variations, accentuated emphasis on lineal features that stand out from white background and other "artistic" effects (help me out Lets ESL). And a good day for listening to music on my new disc player, with Bonnie Raitt's newest "Slipstream" and sophomore album, "Give It Up" on hand. I consider "Give It Up" to be a desert island classic since I first bought it in LP form in 1975. Two LP's and two CD's later, the latest being a remastered version, it still gets my groove going.

Later; a total vexation day, attempting to find out the problem why my LAN network isn't working. And at the point of realization of at least a temporary fix, why, my perp abetting mother calls to blather about something. Then a forced piss after that, and indeed, it is an exciting perp moment. The whole fucking day devoted to this "problem" and spending some $400 to get new Hitachi drives, as one of the LAN connected drives is almost on the fritz, per so called "SMART" test.

01-30-2014
More snow overnight, about 2" on top of the prior 4"; a second morning surprise I got as the streets were bare yesterday afternoon, and it was above 0C.

Winemaking duties called; getting the potassium bitartrate added to the two tanks of red wine as they are too acidic, and cold weather causes deposition of the soluble tartaric acid. Then onto pruning vines to finish a row.

01-31-2014
A glorious day in sun at 0C, and some wind to keep it chilly, and the perps slowly pulling down my pants some 8", something they have done at least once per vineyard working day this month, and I don't expect it to stop anytime soon, even if the weather is getting colder. A related stunt is to have my undershirt lift up some 6" or so, and sometimes at the same instance of their aforementioned pants pulling games.

I was reminded of another perp obsession yesterday evening. They pulled the kitchen knife from my hand and made sure the end was dinged, folded 90 degrees or so. We have done this so many times over the years; every knife gets this treatment every so often. I get out the sharpenng equipment, diamond hones mostly, and manually grind it down and sharpen the blad while I am at it. I don't understand why the perps are so obsessed over cutting edges, knifes in particular. Though, they also curled the end of the triangular pointed gardening tool by arranging it to just "happen", and in not being dropped. That was after they had already dinged the tip from contacting a rock in the soil.

Finally, my boot "stayover"  (of three blocks away) is done, -no aglets from the shoe repair guy. He says he cannot find them, the metallic kind. Ridiculous. Not to mention the dirt that was scuffed onto the boots somehow when I picked them up today. Hard to believe anyone any more. Though most non-operatives, (that is, who I think aren't), have various tells as they spin their lies; blinks, looking stupid, glance up or sideways for no reason, etc.

After working outside on the snow blanketed vineyard, I went in for lunch; and lo, if the perps didn't pull a major plasma show. Everything was this dark green, all over my vision wherever I looked. And not for the instant of entering the house, but for the whole time I was inside, save when I was in the bathroom Normally they let up after a minute or so of this total visual field invasion, but not today. I suppose there is something about my color vision they don't know yet how to remotely mess with.

02-01-2014
Saturday,  and some light snow fall that petered out once I got my laundry started at the laundromat at 1015 or so. And most curiously, the gaggle of freaks/weirds wasn't there, just one Fat Girl on a cellphone.

Other stuff; attempting to sort out how my Synology server keeps getting disconnected when the LAN ethernet cable is attached. In other words, a logical connection with a IP address that somehow gets re-assigned. It seems that I have to tell the support person the same thing over again, even if it seems the same person.

A visit to the wine supplies shop also a car parts shop. Apparently, the owner is branching into winery supplies, and has 20kg bags of sulphite when I might use 3 to 5kg in a year. My transaction took forever as the system wasn't working, and that gave the fat duffer male, over 60, time to inch in a little closer while at the counter, he not saying anything of course. And no less, he had his ball cap backwards for crissakes; I thought it was an under 30 male habit, Said Fat male was slowly inching closer to me, purporting to be the next customer. It is the second instance today where the next customer cannot get into the spot I was standing on fast enough, as I see the blury movement in the corner of my eye as I am departing. Though, said Fat male was the second ridiculous act for my short duration in this store. The first one was standing there in black on white plaid shorts for crissakes, only about -2C outside. The he slowly retreats facing me and then when 6' further back, he turns around and exits the building by the back door. And as his car was beside mine, he gets in and does a U-turn in mid-street, my vehicle being in the center of this action.

And skunked at Toyota, whose service department is now closed on Saturdays in January and Febuary I learned from the salesman. One Fuckwit preceded me in, the salesman ahead of this three male convergence on the doorway, kept the door open for me, ever the obsequious salesman. And while parked there, two vehicles in the next row behind me had their headlights trained on me, apparently being warmed up as some kind of car dealership protocol where they warm up the new cars each morning.

02-02-2014
Sunday, and an idle one at that; apart from high vehicular gangstalking to the tanning salon, there and back, and a skunk at the ATM, it hasn't been too exciting. I went to the ATM after the tanning salon, and lo, if it wasn't functional, stuck in a non-response mode. So.. a five minute drive to the one downtown with the adjacent ATM gangstalked. Based on the loitering males at the tanning salon, it seemed to be a male dominated ambulatory gangstalking. Both had their backs to me and that was sufficient for the perps for whatever male related abreactions they were looking for. Previous days while at the vineyard had arranged male banter for me to overhear, though not to the specific word level.

And more of the pit-lamping with vehicle headlights; after my tan I was driving through a closed business parking lot to get to an alternate exit, and lo, if there wasn't a copper colored vehicle with lights aimed at me, making to be a business owner attending to something on a Sunday.

More reading of Brice Taylor's "Thanks for the Memories". It is difficult to comprehend that much abuse happening to one person, and then having to see one's daughter also being maltreated. Talk about a major world view changing book. Yes, I believe it is all true, as the supporting detail lines up with what I know from elsewhere. And her handlers also put her through financial transactions and keeping her from eating, both very common perp events for me. Though in the latter case, the perps will delay meals for no more than an hour or two in my case, apart from the all night wakefulness they put me through. She would often have the "men in suits" arrive to take her away, though nearly always with a waiting limo outside. As far as I can tell, she was never exposed to teleporting personnel or like extra-conventional physical events, as she was flown to distant locations. One exception might be that she was in two car accidents, two years apart on the same day of the year in the same location. NOT a coincidence in my book, but as she wasn't exposed to many arranged coincidences I suppose she didn't look at this one with a TI's skeptical perspective. Another perp event they like is to have someone being killed, usually in film, though in her case she saw many instances for real as part of the ritual abuse she was subject too, along with a few others that were equally gruesome. Read it if you can, as it does present a major shift in thinking what is going on in the world.

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.

Detuned Yoga

1330h
The new yoga instructor started today, and like anywhere, she has a different take on how and what to instruct. Her style is decidedly low-key, more about breathing and relaxing and not nearly as energetic as the past instructor. I reckon this is entirely intentional, as there have been past events of removing more active workouts from my existence, and this is the latest. The perps have foiled or prevented me from street jogging, treadmill jogging, swimming and hiking in varying ways, and the reduction in the level of exertion in the yoga class is entirely consistent with past behavior. I suspect that the more active events dissapate my energy all the more, and when they are constantly irradiating me with something energetic all the time, it is a pain for them to re-energize me to keep me at this absurdly high level of electromagnetic energy state. That is my theory, and I have very little gum tissue and very yellow teeth to show for it, the first mentioned symptom also being one of ionizing radiation, though I think that there is something different the perps are beaming at me.

And more red plasma beams were placed in my vision today while at yoga, which is consistent with the "red assault", which was evident in other situations. When walking back from yoga class the perps had six red colored vehicles in formation; two parked, N. facing, two mobile, N facing, and two mobile S. facing, all packed together for me to see at the closest intersection to my apartment block. I also had plenty of red coated gangstalkers on duty; one pair of grannies had a deep red colored long coat, and the other in deep brown, all to loiter in front of me at a location where there are very few pedestrians. I expect more red color games later when I go out to gym.

The perps also treated me to red coloring the label on my shirt; as I have no clothing that would of caused dye run in the washing machine, it is just more of the blatant games that are going on. I also get plenty of red spots on my chest these days, and that must be part of the current perp campaign to keep me red referenced as I move about. And just to think, all those mysterious red dye runs on my clothing that go back decades were these assholes playing covert color games. I always wondered how this happened, and now I know; an organized group of depraved juveniles covertly plants dye stains when clothes are being laundered. Who ever would ever of thought that having deranged employees was an asset?

2035h
I am back at my desk with plenty of time to blog on about how the rest of the day went. I have been to gym class in the afternoon, and suffered the usual harassment in making dinner, e.g. having objects pulled from my grasp, jabbing in my nuts, extra noise often gratuitous, added to many of my actions, planted crumbs from food that hop about and resist me picking them up, and a few other regular stunts to ensure there is reason to vocalize, what the perps really want.

I had my usual 600 to 1,000 vehicles on gangstalking duty, arranged by color and vehicle type. The perps even put on two identical ambulances at the first intersection when leaving the gym. They were both parked on the N. side of the road (Fort St.), one facing W. the other E. (wrong side of road normally), and about 12' apart, the back doors facing each other. As the perps devote much effort to bringing over Japanese RH drive vehicles to pass by me, I will assume that this arranged ambulance pair was all about creating some kind of replicate of this condition of handedness and which side of the road a vehicle is on. Both ambulances had their red and white lights flashing which I am sure enhances the bioelectromagnetic energies in some way so to read me and better assess the energetic interactions.

I got plenty of plasma spots and flashes chasing down where I looked when at the gym floor exercise room. If I look away, the perps will plant the same plasma spot (by size, shape and color) where I next look. Today, they were onto purples and blue plasma games, though elsewhere they got into more variety. I had my freaks at gym class again; the Mr. Ethnic Gut and Mr. New Bald were staying in my peripherial vision or else were seen in the mirror; I did not see either of these freaks who have been assigned to hound me in my central vision, and that is all for the good. Which suggests the entire bioenergetics activity, (aka remote energetics assay) related to seeing Unfavored group members is one of attrition; keeping the freak proximate but unseen or in my peripherial vision only. The Largest Blonde was also there today, and she too kept herself from being seen for any duration of a second or more. Other members of the Unfavored were two negros they put on, one with the fright doll hairdo, and they too stayed out of sight for the most part, and only came in close once to then "perturb me" (read, mind-controlled reaction), to have me move on to do another routine. For the most part, today's gym class, and including all the public members there too, was one of vision avoidance, both them and me.

I also got another "shoe stalker", today; these are ambulatory gangstalkers packing a pair of shoes in their hands, soles facing down, as if to replicate the energetics of a second pair of shoes on the sidewalk. On Monday, when driving into downtown with my mother in the vehicle, the perps had three pairs of shoes dangling by their tied laces from the same overhead wire that crossed the street. This would be another form of "shoe stalking", but without the ambulatory operative. Regular readers will recall that my perp abetting parents routinely mess around with their feet, shoes and socks while I am there, my father using the dementia cover story bullshit that is getting rather tiresome, as he clearly violates what a dementia patient would be capable of. A joke that has gone on for too long.

There were a huge contingent of navy blue gangstalking vehicles on me this afternoon when walking to gym and back; sometimes clusters of five or more, or else the vehicles were arranged at differing points of the intersection, but always in motion. Another vehicle color that featured big today was dark green, starting with a dark green BMW wagon on a white tow truck outside my apartment block when headed for yoga. It too, was parked on the wrong side of the road, backing up to the conventionally parked BMW.

Another regular feature of my walking to gym and back is the prominence of conrete pouring and finishing with related sidewalk maintenance. Two road wide trenches were dug two days ago and the vehicular traffic crossed these by way of thick steel plates over the ditch. But today, the ditches were filled with concrete, and are awaiting a final ashphalt fill-in of some 4". One operative even stood in the trench on the newly poured concrete to give himself a better concrete energetic interaction for him to have when he passed me by. I just don't get it; why all this effort to be covertly and nonconsensually experimenting upon me. There must be a huge payoff for the degree of effort they are devoting to harassing and abusing me, all made problematic by their past fuckups of extreme proportions, mentioned in past blogs.

On a second "concrete job" the perps poured two days ago, they brought the redi-mix truck back to sit in the same location as it was then, all to have me walk by and repeat the experience with the set concrete and probably the same concrete delivery truck as that of two days ago.

One gangstalking accouterment today was a brown cardboard box. At least three gangstalkers independently were carrying a brown box, and in each case, it was within minutes of setting off on my outing. Another gangstalker was packing a brown paper bag and eating a large cookie in this same temporality of beginning my walk back from the gym. This fits the perp's brown color problem, and my best take is that these are used as color references to be displayed in my proximity.

And one of the all time boneheaded driving stunts I have seen was performed today; I was waiting at mid-block crosswalk for the road traffic to clear, and this driver stops in the center of the crosswalk. I have never seen something so utterly boneheaded when he had all the time in the world to stop at the stop line, some 5' back. Totally deranged IMHO, or DWD, Driving While Directed (or should it now mean Deranged?).

2220h
More time spent reading about stereo equipment, a topic the perps like to keep me on, though the reasons are likely many. They like me looking at box shapes, the typical electronic gear, and like to noisestalk me when reading the specifications. They also like me looking at copper made or colored objects as part of their fixation with showing me various metals.

2240h
My music listening never got really going tonight; the perps had the headphones "creak", the shit ones that are allowed and not my expensive and much superior Grados. The Grados are usually messed with whenever I use them; only one channel will "work", and I am consigned to a garbage pair of Sonys in a silver grey colored plastic, which "somehow" is given acreaking noise at my ears now. Another pastime fucked with.

Anyhow, time to call this day done, and ponder whatever harassment games are lined up for me tonight.