1400h
A rather short review I suspect, I will have to see how this goes for this shut-in day in the making.
My always-wrong prognostication that the perps would finally attain 100% mind control came to pass again. I don't think they are able to exert 100% mind control yet, given the interest they initiate in the way of noisestalking and maser hits to the neck when I am attention shifting. They seem to have progressed in controlling imagery that comes to mind on recall, and have gained control of my self-talk, and self-analysis. In the latter category, I would nearly always characterize someone or an agency in the negative as an "asshole", "jerk" etc. if in fact they deserved such attribution, and this kind of self dialogue has largely atrophied over 2009. I can only assume that they slowly encroached upon this particular brain activity, likely at the brainstem area, and can now mostly control it. Of late, I get the noisestalking when attention shifting, something they seem to be still interested in.
Plasma, maser and light flashes are getting to be more common, that is, more than the elevated levels I already experienced going into 2009. They cannot get enough of banking light flashes off the inside of my glasses, especially if it is in my peripherial vision.
1700h
I did my month and year end Quicken/accounting update, and this time without the intense fuckery I usually get. Though, there were plenty of misreads, and cognitive fuckarounds where the amount would change when I went back to the web page as the totals wouldn't tally before. The big deal for the assholes was to have the sun go down with attendant dinginess of this apartment until I put the lights on. They also like me to have my green earmuffs on to obstruct the absurd noises from outside, though some gets through somehow. One event that really got them noisestalking and flipping dialog boxes in front of me was creating new account in Quicken for 2010. Usually the checking and the cash account bring a balance forward for the New Year, just to keep the files smaller and save on extensive paging through the account journal.
Other excitement for the perps was to have me head out for a year-end newspaper, and I thought it would be at the convenience store below. But they were sold out, and onto the supermarket which is only a block away. I should of suspected that something was up with all the newspaper litter enroute, and when coming back. And I didn't take a plastic bag, but kept the newspaper in my hand. The perps seem to be more beserk over newspapers for the past month, my mother plonking it down on my place mat at breakfast as one fucking rude example.
1855h
I am getting the chair vibrations after having dinner, making tortillas from scratch. And at least 40 provocations to have me rant or scream at them. They pulled objects from my grasp, aplied myriad of fake touches, even where my fingers were retreating from placing something down, a noise, a movement and a touch would simultaneously occur, and yet my hand and fingers were at least 8" away and still being pulled back. Noncausal actions from a distance might be the succint term, or maybe the one they use. They also put on the food flicking, having it hop sideways some 15", or like variants to create more mess. And plasma flashes; yellow enhanced lines briefly show in my visual field, usually clustered around straight lines, and now carrrying over to this PC as I type these very words.
Their excitement might be over the fact that I was adding a shallot into the tortilla, sliced and gently cooked to bring out its natural sugars an flavors. They cut me off from using red onions or any other bulb vegetable back in 2006, and I have been making the same dish with variants since 2003 when they let me out from their incarceration follies. Only in the past six months have they let me eat garlic, and that has been sourced from Keremeos and Gabriola Island, though I wouldn't put switching of food in the fridge past them.
And after six years, I finally get to learn that it is a quesadilla I am making, using two tortillas, top and bottom to contain the live tapenade, diced cooked chicken, cooked shallots and then a melted cheddar cheese over top. Once melted, I put a cooked tortilla on top, then slice this layered dish into quarters, and eat one per meal. The sickos cannot get enough of me when I get things wrong, and especially when they planted the notion in the first place. And then they pour on the noisestalking when I get planted with the notion of the appropriate name/understanding, usually at an odd moment.
The perps nearly always enrage me while cutting up the cooked chicken, and tonight was no exception. I don't know what they get from this exercise, but it is at least as consistent as cranking me up and noisestalking me when I slice the whole quesadilla into quarters. As I do this, and pull the cut apart, they put on more hassle and more noise. I read in Avery's book (The Dimensional Structure of Consciousness, at the right, a difficult read), that there is a energetic signature to aggregation and disaggregation, and it would seem that the assholes are onto this.
1955h
A find of a kind; I get to browse topics on DU weapons, and the author has a most interesting story at this link. Thanks to the Iraq conflict, we have radioactive dust circling the world, and coming to visit all of us in some quantity. I haven't figured out the perp angle on this one, but I can only assume it is an aid to their research and diabolical agenda. In the before overt harassment days, they once had me go on a holiday that "happened" to be only two miles from the Windscale nuclear plant in the UK. I was a little pissed about this, but the holiday was arranged by my ex-wife's relatives and I didn't know until I got there. I also remember my Gr. 12 chemistry teacher seeming so conflicted when answering a question from a class member as to the determination of prediction of nuclear decay being Nobel Prize worthy. I couldn't figure out why the teacher looked so guilty by way of being bug-eyed and stammering at that time, as he was immediately in front of me. Anyhow, not a big deal, and I really don't know where ionizing radiation (the poisonous kind) fits in all the harassment/abuse agenda. But based on the book, there is a huge and entrenched denial lobby and they aren't coming forth with a position that fits the facts. It takes perp power to have such an obdurate position for so long with so much influence. I read elsewhere that the US Army researched DU weapons and decided against using them from the environmental pollution perspective. And lo, if they didn't change their tune before heading off to Iraq. Funny how that happens, except the consequences are anything but, in Falluja or anywhere else.
2135h
The evening tea and chocolate was concluded with yet more provocations and then vocalized "reactions". Jabbing me with a forcefield in the nipples is always erupts should anything be within 6", even if no actual contact. Pulling my hands from drawer pulls as I am about to grasp and pull it open is always going on, likely some 50x/day on this alone.
Before that, I was expecting that the bookmarked assemblage of cheap sub $10 DVD and Blu-ray discs from Amazon.ca was going to be just that, a faux shopping exercise. And then when in the Amazon.ca site, even with the "Buy" button removed by the assholes along with many others, clicking the web page location where it ordinarily would be worked, and before long, I had an order assembled. Another trick the perps like to do is obstruct ordering so I figured it was just a continuation of their fucking games, but lo, if the order didn't go through. Now I can join the rest of the world in owning a DVD, though why it took so long when I have had a DVD player since 2005 in my PC and never used it.
Other fuckery on the bait and obstruct circuit is that they are still wiping me out from studying my Oracle software courses. I took two evening time 45 hour classroom instruction courses last fall, and there was nothing else I wanted to do rather than study the material, but it just doesn't ever seem to happen. This is the single greatest and continuing vexation going; I want to study but I am not allowed, even with all the nominal free time I have. They won't let me work out or exercise, they constrain my employment, and keep me cooped up doing squat when I could at least study my course material. This all seems to lead into the broader concept they keep noisestalking me over; employment, work, and their corollaries, not having a job. I am sick fucking fed up of being a test bed for these vague notions around which these insane assholes think there is so much data to collect.
2225h
Lo, if I didnt spen the last 50 minute looking online for jobs; I suppose the above rant was a lead-in. Which also tells if that is what they must to as a topic introduction, then this harassment and abuse has a long way to go. I don't think they will stop at 100% mind control, whenever they accomplish that milestone in 2010, but will persist in the rest of their themes; red, yellow and brown colors, employment, war and insurrection, and the pursuit with soil and plant roots, plastics, aggregate concrete and petroleum products and the rest of their too-tall order.
Enough for a dull day, and I might tack on more tomorrow as it will be a partial day at my place with a later First Feral Family visitation and an overnight stay tomorrow (Sunday), taking me into Monday where I am likely to do some more weed digging as part of the Perp Theme Show.
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Sunday, October 05, 2008
Back Stabbing
1345h
The left side of my back is being worked over as if I was leaning on a ridge of a vertical surface that is attached to my office chair as I type this. But no, it is the same comfortable chair I have had for 8 years, and I have had no complaint with it save when this newest intrusion started yesterday, and is still continuing. There is nothing there to create any sensation, but it seems that somebody decided that didn't matter, we need a shot of pain in his back every so often. And for the crowd that I deal with, that is all that matters, and it is done. And at key moments a flush of mild to moderate pain comes on, ususally the same moments that they noisestalk; uncontrolled thoughts, Windows select, cut, paste actions, and the litany of other trivialities they find so interesting. And of course, there is a syntax and dialogue that is scripted for me, referencing "back stabbing" is one such mandated vocabulary. And they do like metaphors as well, as that seems to enrichen the semantic pot they are so assiduously stirring.
And of course that metaphor is applicable to all the thought-to-be friends and family quislings that contribute to the ongoing harassment. I will be doing my weekly visit to the First Feral Family, the parents who put me into this hell from the get go, and were so unperturbed about the consequent learning disabilities it caused, that they never told me. I found this out on my own in 1998, and in doing so, I also found out that there was documented test results from 1960 and 1962 that first identified this. Imagine spending a lifetime of 44 years then wondering why I don't "get it", and there being a documented reason. And in the course of the then covert brain damagers and full-awareness Gestapo scripting and following my every move revealing themselves in 2002, it became clear as to why no one told me that I had learning disabilities. The fucking assholes, that being the same parents I will visit later tonight, and if I have any free will, they will never be forgiven, fucking ever.
And no doubt my mind-keepers set me up for the above rant, one that comes up every few weeks, just like clockwork. This will be a short posting as a consequence of reduced availible time, as my parents' PC is as bad and clunky as they come.
Back to the chair that now stabs me in the back, and which then serves as the excuse to continue this absurdity even while standing up. The perps have been dropping the image and notion of acquiring an Aeon chair, one of those expensive ones with the high tech mesh seat and back, and about $1,000 new. And so why don't they swap this one out and replace it then, as they know I don't have the money for that kind of senseless bullshit? I don't know, especially when they are getting so blatant about utilizing extra-conventional gravitic fuckery of late, why not provide me the chair that they are wanting. They like me to have a list of coveted items, and that would be one of many, all unaffordable. But of course, they can also render something dysfunctional, and thereby creating the "need" for the item they want to to have.
As an example of these covet lists, they had me reviewing PC components for over a year, evaluating motherboards, memory, cases, CPU, power supplies etc. online and bookmarking the promising looking gear. I didn't need a new PC as the one I had was fine, save the odd upgrade of a DVD driver, a fanless power supply and new internal cables. Then, when about to move into the putative rooming house in August 2006, they fried the motherboard, which necessitated buying a new one after the move. All that looking and coveting of "selected" motherboards was in vain, as I had to go with the one supplied by the PC shop that was servicing my PC. The motherboards I wanted online couldn't be had, even if there was stated stock. To make a long story short, I had parts coming from back east, I had the local PC shop supply the motherboard, and all that planning was a total joke as the PC shop was Intel CPU centric, and all the "selection"/coveting of the competing AMD product was for naught. Which is a long way of saying that there is a plan, and it may, or may not have anything to do with years of "selecting"/coveting. Anyhow, the chair problem is getting to be the most urgent, but of course the assholes have sandbagged this by thwarting my employment prospects by shutting down return emails and phone calls from prospective employers. Who knows, this could be another six month jerkaround and then the chair "fixes itself", or that my garage sale-ing brother "finds" the perfect Aeron chair for $50, or that I might find some employment, and after a few months, blow the earned money on a chair I don't need. Those are all possible outcomes, and often, it is a "from left field" ending. The story will continue, annoying as it is to be stabbed in the back by an office chair that was very comfortable for over 8 years.
Time to call this one done for the day, and post this before I get even more pissed at another harassment incursion.
1515h
Some more time after tea and chocolate, and probably the reason why I am getting some brown colored plasma flashes. They want to retain brown color continuity, even if some of the brown color (chocolate) is inside me. There have been many of these extraneous plasma color flashes of late; earlier, they even put a red colored light flash in the toilet for me to see, and this wasn't the first time that they have gone potty, so to speak.
The left side of my back is being worked over as if I was leaning on a ridge of a vertical surface that is attached to my office chair as I type this. But no, it is the same comfortable chair I have had for 8 years, and I have had no complaint with it save when this newest intrusion started yesterday, and is still continuing. There is nothing there to create any sensation, but it seems that somebody decided that didn't matter, we need a shot of pain in his back every so often. And for the crowd that I deal with, that is all that matters, and it is done. And at key moments a flush of mild to moderate pain comes on, ususally the same moments that they noisestalk; uncontrolled thoughts, Windows select, cut, paste actions, and the litany of other trivialities they find so interesting. And of course, there is a syntax and dialogue that is scripted for me, referencing "back stabbing" is one such mandated vocabulary. And they do like metaphors as well, as that seems to enrichen the semantic pot they are so assiduously stirring.
And of course that metaphor is applicable to all the thought-to-be friends and family quislings that contribute to the ongoing harassment. I will be doing my weekly visit to the First Feral Family, the parents who put me into this hell from the get go, and were so unperturbed about the consequent learning disabilities it caused, that they never told me. I found this out on my own in 1998, and in doing so, I also found out that there was documented test results from 1960 and 1962 that first identified this. Imagine spending a lifetime of 44 years then wondering why I don't "get it", and there being a documented reason. And in the course of the then covert brain damagers and full-awareness Gestapo scripting and following my every move revealing themselves in 2002, it became clear as to why no one told me that I had learning disabilities. The fucking assholes, that being the same parents I will visit later tonight, and if I have any free will, they will never be forgiven, fucking ever.
And no doubt my mind-keepers set me up for the above rant, one that comes up every few weeks, just like clockwork. This will be a short posting as a consequence of reduced availible time, as my parents' PC is as bad and clunky as they come.
Back to the chair that now stabs me in the back, and which then serves as the excuse to continue this absurdity even while standing up. The perps have been dropping the image and notion of acquiring an Aeon chair, one of those expensive ones with the high tech mesh seat and back, and about $1,000 new. And so why don't they swap this one out and replace it then, as they know I don't have the money for that kind of senseless bullshit? I don't know, especially when they are getting so blatant about utilizing extra-conventional gravitic fuckery of late, why not provide me the chair that they are wanting. They like me to have a list of coveted items, and that would be one of many, all unaffordable. But of course, they can also render something dysfunctional, and thereby creating the "need" for the item they want to to have.
As an example of these covet lists, they had me reviewing PC components for over a year, evaluating motherboards, memory, cases, CPU, power supplies etc. online and bookmarking the promising looking gear. I didn't need a new PC as the one I had was fine, save the odd upgrade of a DVD driver, a fanless power supply and new internal cables. Then, when about to move into the putative rooming house in August 2006, they fried the motherboard, which necessitated buying a new one after the move. All that looking and coveting of "selected" motherboards was in vain, as I had to go with the one supplied by the PC shop that was servicing my PC. The motherboards I wanted online couldn't be had, even if there was stated stock. To make a long story short, I had parts coming from back east, I had the local PC shop supply the motherboard, and all that planning was a total joke as the PC shop was Intel CPU centric, and all the "selection"/coveting of the competing AMD product was for naught. Which is a long way of saying that there is a plan, and it may, or may not have anything to do with years of "selecting"/coveting. Anyhow, the chair problem is getting to be the most urgent, but of course the assholes have sandbagged this by thwarting my employment prospects by shutting down return emails and phone calls from prospective employers. Who knows, this could be another six month jerkaround and then the chair "fixes itself", or that my garage sale-ing brother "finds" the perfect Aeron chair for $50, or that I might find some employment, and after a few months, blow the earned money on a chair I don't need. Those are all possible outcomes, and often, it is a "from left field" ending. The story will continue, annoying as it is to be stabbed in the back by an office chair that was very comfortable for over 8 years.
Time to call this one done for the day, and post this before I get even more pissed at another harassment incursion.
1515h
Some more time after tea and chocolate, and probably the reason why I am getting some brown colored plasma flashes. They want to retain brown color continuity, even if some of the brown color (chocolate) is inside me. There have been many of these extraneous plasma color flashes of late; earlier, they even put a red colored light flash in the toilet for me to see, and this wasn't the first time that they have gone potty, so to speak.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
No Whine Before Its Time
1235h
The whine of putative nieghbor water usage continues after lunch, just as it did before lunch, and is appearing to be a neural energetics tracking stimulus. The perps are obsessed by the digestion process, and this likely relates to one's digestion energetics, of which food color is important. This is totally consistent with what transpires every mealtime at my apartment.
Breakfast started out with the usual piss off over placing peanut butter and jam on my toast. Then, wearing my freshly laundered jeans, they jerked the spoon of cereal and milk at my lips and then flew the milk to drop between my legs and laterally onto my jean's pant leg that would of been obscured by my knees. All to play more games over laundry no doubt, and it seems that this kind of intrusion will benefit the perps for weeks of testing, even if the pants are laundered.
And plenty of overhead pounding is going on, all to keep me annoyed for longer. Last night's bullshit fire alarm was interesting in that the overhead pounding sounded just before departing down the stairway, and it sounded again when I got back, being one of the first to learn that it was a no big deal fire alarm. Which is another way of saying, it is highly unlikely that a genuine overhead floor pounding "neighbor" could time his floor pounding over me exactly for pre-departure, and again for immediate post-arrival with the same noise, when I was one of the faster turnarounds in getting back to my apartment, with the elevators still being shut down.
Nothing new there, as I figure most of the noise is generated remotely, and projected to specific locations, often with vibration. No one yet has explained to me how anyone could pound 4" of reinforced concrete by walking around. I can only assume that the perps wanted me to know this, as part of their secondary campaign to have me notice all these oddities. Recent harassment and mind-control games indicate that they can screw me out of noticing anything in the moment, never mind the more retrospective thoughts that occur.
More jabbing in my nuts these days, and the perps aren't shy about when it happens. They have started up with more "cause" variations and are attempting to bring it into "practice" such that I won't notice the stunt, much as they do now with the myriad of mouth, neck and jaw noises that "happen" all the time. Rare is it that I am aware this mouth noise intrusion is going on, and it must serve more of the perp's neural energetics mapping purposes. Invariably, some plasma and maser action is happening at the same time, and of late, the perps have been displaying vertical beads of white light for subsecond exposures in my central vision.
1550h
A short posting today; I am due to go to my parent's place and work on that tree stump removal. The stump has been pulled, but as it "so happens" there is a large buried Douglas-fir stump in the hole as well, and it needs to be removed for the new planting. My plan is to chip it out with an axe, as it it partially rotten, though with some residual strength. I consider this "stump under the stump" as a source of perp planted browness, and with black colored soil falling upon it in the dug hole, there has to be major perp color games going on.
More sirens again; at least the fifth time today, and on a Sunday. It gets harder and harder to believe this has any relation to reality other than perp sound projection games.
I am getting the overhead rumbling noises as I clean up individual letters, the forced typos that "somehow" got missed. And as part of it, a maser immediately comes off the LCD display, toward me, in the vicinity of where the letter was located.
Time to blog off for the day.
The whine of putative nieghbor water usage continues after lunch, just as it did before lunch, and is appearing to be a neural energetics tracking stimulus. The perps are obsessed by the digestion process, and this likely relates to one's digestion energetics, of which food color is important. This is totally consistent with what transpires every mealtime at my apartment.
Breakfast started out with the usual piss off over placing peanut butter and jam on my toast. Then, wearing my freshly laundered jeans, they jerked the spoon of cereal and milk at my lips and then flew the milk to drop between my legs and laterally onto my jean's pant leg that would of been obscured by my knees. All to play more games over laundry no doubt, and it seems that this kind of intrusion will benefit the perps for weeks of testing, even if the pants are laundered.
And plenty of overhead pounding is going on, all to keep me annoyed for longer. Last night's bullshit fire alarm was interesting in that the overhead pounding sounded just before departing down the stairway, and it sounded again when I got back, being one of the first to learn that it was a no big deal fire alarm. Which is another way of saying, it is highly unlikely that a genuine overhead floor pounding "neighbor" could time his floor pounding over me exactly for pre-departure, and again for immediate post-arrival with the same noise, when I was one of the faster turnarounds in getting back to my apartment, with the elevators still being shut down.
Nothing new there, as I figure most of the noise is generated remotely, and projected to specific locations, often with vibration. No one yet has explained to me how anyone could pound 4" of reinforced concrete by walking around. I can only assume that the perps wanted me to know this, as part of their secondary campaign to have me notice all these oddities. Recent harassment and mind-control games indicate that they can screw me out of noticing anything in the moment, never mind the more retrospective thoughts that occur.
More jabbing in my nuts these days, and the perps aren't shy about when it happens. They have started up with more "cause" variations and are attempting to bring it into "practice" such that I won't notice the stunt, much as they do now with the myriad of mouth, neck and jaw noises that "happen" all the time. Rare is it that I am aware this mouth noise intrusion is going on, and it must serve more of the perp's neural energetics mapping purposes. Invariably, some plasma and maser action is happening at the same time, and of late, the perps have been displaying vertical beads of white light for subsecond exposures in my central vision.
1550h
A short posting today; I am due to go to my parent's place and work on that tree stump removal. The stump has been pulled, but as it "so happens" there is a large buried Douglas-fir stump in the hole as well, and it needs to be removed for the new planting. My plan is to chip it out with an axe, as it it partially rotten, though with some residual strength. I consider this "stump under the stump" as a source of perp planted browness, and with black colored soil falling upon it in the dug hole, there has to be major perp color games going on.
More sirens again; at least the fifth time today, and on a Sunday. It gets harder and harder to believe this has any relation to reality other than perp sound projection games.
I am getting the overhead rumbling noises as I clean up individual letters, the forced typos that "somehow" got missed. And as part of it, a maser immediately comes off the LCD display, toward me, in the vicinity of where the letter was located.
Time to blog off for the day.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Start Coughing Outside My Door
1050h
As I get closer to getting out of this putative rooming house, the audacity of the perp incursions increases. The lastest is to have a transiting operative in the hallway begin coughing or throat clearing outside my door, even if it is not a sustained cough (or demonstrated need to cough). This was "happening" yesterday, and is ongoing today. It is timed to occur as I am in deep reading mode, likely when cognition/reading comprehension is allowed, usually after a run-up period of over an hour. It is fucking sick to be harassed and stalked like this all fucking day.
1340h
This is the post-meal noisestalk period; at least 10 door slammings and "consequent" room shake in the last five minutes. The operative's exodus again; timed to my activities.
And also, they have been going beserk, even to the point of phone games and spaced out manager feints to perturb my activity at key moments (for them), all the while reading about solar, hydrogen and Stirling engines. Not that I am in any position to act on this "research"/interest, so there must be something about it that serves the perp's interests more than mine. There has been overhead clunking added into the noise mix, and they have some kind of device in the hallway, though it is gone anytime I am there. The noises are the same, and seem to be similar to that of a VCR changing tapes. Key jingling by the operatives continues. As for coughing and hacking onset outside my door, there has been at least seven occurences so far, and this is not even halfway through the day.
But in all of that there is some good news to smooth the moving activities; the house manager indicated that I could stay an extra day or two longer, into May without a rent requirement. That works well as I could move belongings directly from the current place to the new residence location without a 24 hour limbo situation, as normally one must vacate at 1200h on the last day of the month, and can get possesion at 1200h on the first of the month. This problem is now solved, as I can then stay over on April 30 and pack up and move out on May 01.
My in-town brother had all this figured out as he later phoned and asked about moving plans. We had arranged to move me out on April 29, and I would stay at his place until May 01 or 02 and then move in. As it so happens, he is helping his on/off Native Indian girlfriend to move then, and seems ready to assist me on the "new" (to me, not him) May 01 date. It is amazing how this comes together, if one waits for all the red herrings to pass. And my concerns about a May 02 move in date and miss the cablevision installer scheduled for May 02 are also over. As it "turns out", my brother will take May 01 off work and then be availible for the entire day to help out.
I don't know what the perps get from seeding all kinds of contigency and premature plans, but they revel it, and like to foment it each time. And they spend significant effort in getting these hints to me, the most notable being when he evicted one person last month and put on a screaming row outside my door, and one outcome was to learn that tenancy ends at 1200h on the last day of the month. As mentioned above, I can get a 24 hour extension to make moving a direct from here to there situation, in place of an interim move for that time period. It is all too strange, and I will be more than glad to get out of here, and have magnitude of commotion and noise eliminated (I hope).
1450h
There has been some quiet for the last 30 minutes or so; another forced pee, and once I got back into my room, the click machine started making its VHS tape cassette-like noises. The rain has come on again, and that dashes the plans I had to go grocery shopping, if only to relieve cabin fever. The perps tend to like planning for late week "shut-in" periods, and to them, it really doesn't matter what kind of abode one lives in.
1650h
More noise flurries followed teatime and now this putative rooming house has settled down, saving the plasma and maser activity which is getting more disruptive. I am also getting an-almost chill down, as the temperature is now being regulated downward. Previously there was an overheating situation.
Everything I do is getting noisestalked, and as I type, more typo sabotage. There are 2' long white pencil beams coming off this LCD display as I type, and other more bright point sources, probably masers.
The rains came on when I was hoping to get out, so this must be a planned "shut-in" day; keeping me room bound for the duration, and sucking me into even thinking that I could go out.
1835h
The glass bottle bashing act has started up today, only minutes ago. For the most part it was quiescent for the previous week. I suspect noise/sound habituation is an element in all of the perp's noise assaults, and habituated noises are likely heard at a deeper neural level. Now more front door slamming and room shaking to piss me off, especially when it goes on and on, less than a minute interval between one and the next. Another trick is to blow cool air over me as these noises erupt, an augmentation to their fuckery. More combinations and permutations of their noises, as well as the somatic fuckery. That would include jabbing sensations, especially in the nuts, and as I am typing this, they are synchronizing skin jabbing with my arm movements.
My in-town brother was doing something similar early this week; his elbow was resting on a ill-supported table, and as he made is arguements he got into excessive arm movement so that the tabletop wiggled in concert with his speaking. Stupider and stupider, this colossal billion dollar per year operation pissing around and pretending to be not there, and working by proxy with these dumbshits and their feints. Could this be the same secret organization that does drug running on the side?
And as I wrote that I got the a case of the terrible whistler from outside. This too is another dumbshit excercise that has erupted all over town since five years ago, another pathetic cover story.
1855h
Another front door crashing and room pounding timed to the very moment I was attributing some past event to a possible perp fuckover. I suspect that most of the door slamming and room shaking is done remotely, as they can simulate a real person as long as I am not looking. It is fucking brutal to have to go through this constant fucking disruption every minute or two. Then get sabotaged in attempting to type this.
1910h
More colossal noise of bashing and banging; and while I type this, a sudden voice erupts in the hallway. More room shaking since the above journal entry. Maybe if I went shopping there would be some relief, but that may goad them onto another iteration of fucking noise. I also get and itch to scratch, and as I am beginning to scratch, a noise is set off in this putative rooming house. Fucking sick that anyone should be fucked with like this. These sickos are out of control.
1930h
The fuckers scrambled the order of my bookmarks, the nervous system of all my web browsing, and have increased their recall fuckover games. They now fuck my recall so "I" cannot recall how I got to a webpage. And they appear to be doing this to other elements of my short term recall. It is extremely disconcerting to be fucked with in this way. Now the once-per-day extended squeaky of a simulated loose fan belt noise has come to noisestalk me as I type this up.
1950h
Another coughing eruption outside my door; this has to be at least the 10th one today, and it is differing coughers no less. Now the fucker breaks out into a dumbshit whistle. A constant barrage of noise tonight, and quite possibly be the handiwork of the weekend crew who seem to be less inhibited in applying their fuckover regimen.
2100h
More beeping and cheeping in concert with the infernal leg torquing fuckery. The latter torture is to remotely apply force to rotate my lower leg only and thereby twist the leg so it is felt at the knee, as in pain. For the past hour, more of the usual noise flurry content, but at a lesser intensity thankfully.
2135h
While this knee torquing torture continues, the perps have scripted a collection of yobos outside in the adjacent parking lot who are gabbing away. This is my right side human voice source that they deem I need while they fuck with my left leg and knee.
More wall pounding from the hallway; the accidentally on purpose bullshit wore thin about four years ago. Meanwhile, and excess of coughing and hacking has erupted, just as I am typing. Earlier, there was a ersatz "chem trail", air freshener sprayed in the hallway. And more of the forced coughing, adroitly timed to the fuckers outside making extra louder noise in their yakking. Another benefit of being 6 stories up in the new apartment; no crowds milling outside my room, although I am sure there will be other noise assaults and methods that I am not allowed to anticipate. Call it designed naivite; being the blithe dipshit by way of remotely applied mind-control energies.
2215h
More street yelling from the collected yobos outside, again timed to having me sneeze or scratching a remotely applied itch. Then ass jabbing into the bargain. Bedtime doesn't come fast enough, and I though I would never say something like that, once being a night owl. And that habit also changed post BOH (Before Overt Harassment).
2225h
Time to call this wretched day over and blog off. Hopefull they will let me out and not fuck with my plans and/or appointments tomorrow.
1340h
This is the post-meal noisestalk period; at least 10 door slammings and "consequent" room shake in the last five minutes. The operative's exodus again; timed to my activities.
And also, they have been going beserk, even to the point of phone games and spaced out manager feints to perturb my activity at key moments (for them), all the while reading about solar, hydrogen and Stirling engines. Not that I am in any position to act on this "research"/interest, so there must be something about it that serves the perp's interests more than mine. There has been overhead clunking added into the noise mix, and they have some kind of device in the hallway, though it is gone anytime I am there. The noises are the same, and seem to be similar to that of a VCR changing tapes. Key jingling by the operatives continues. As for coughing and hacking onset outside my door, there has been at least seven occurences so far, and this is not even halfway through the day.
But in all of that there is some good news to smooth the moving activities; the house manager indicated that I could stay an extra day or two longer, into May without a rent requirement. That works well as I could move belongings directly from the current place to the new residence location without a 24 hour limbo situation, as normally one must vacate at 1200h on the last day of the month, and can get possesion at 1200h on the first of the month. This problem is now solved, as I can then stay over on April 30 and pack up and move out on May 01.
My in-town brother had all this figured out as he later phoned and asked about moving plans. We had arranged to move me out on April 29, and I would stay at his place until May 01 or 02 and then move in. As it so happens, he is helping his on/off Native Indian girlfriend to move then, and seems ready to assist me on the "new" (to me, not him) May 01 date. It is amazing how this comes together, if one waits for all the red herrings to pass. And my concerns about a May 02 move in date and miss the cablevision installer scheduled for May 02 are also over. As it "turns out", my brother will take May 01 off work and then be availible for the entire day to help out.
I don't know what the perps get from seeding all kinds of contigency and premature plans, but they revel it, and like to foment it each time. And they spend significant effort in getting these hints to me, the most notable being when he evicted one person last month and put on a screaming row outside my door, and one outcome was to learn that tenancy ends at 1200h on the last day of the month. As mentioned above, I can get a 24 hour extension to make moving a direct from here to there situation, in place of an interim move for that time period. It is all too strange, and I will be more than glad to get out of here, and have magnitude of commotion and noise eliminated (I hope).
1450h
There has been some quiet for the last 30 minutes or so; another forced pee, and once I got back into my room, the click machine started making its VHS tape cassette-like noises. The rain has come on again, and that dashes the plans I had to go grocery shopping, if only to relieve cabin fever. The perps tend to like planning for late week "shut-in" periods, and to them, it really doesn't matter what kind of abode one lives in.
1650h
More noise flurries followed teatime and now this putative rooming house has settled down, saving the plasma and maser activity which is getting more disruptive. I am also getting an-almost chill down, as the temperature is now being regulated downward. Previously there was an overheating situation.
Everything I do is getting noisestalked, and as I type, more typo sabotage. There are 2' long white pencil beams coming off this LCD display as I type, and other more bright point sources, probably masers.
The rains came on when I was hoping to get out, so this must be a planned "shut-in" day; keeping me room bound for the duration, and sucking me into even thinking that I could go out.
1835h
The glass bottle bashing act has started up today, only minutes ago. For the most part it was quiescent for the previous week. I suspect noise/sound habituation is an element in all of the perp's noise assaults, and habituated noises are likely heard at a deeper neural level. Now more front door slamming and room shaking to piss me off, especially when it goes on and on, less than a minute interval between one and the next. Another trick is to blow cool air over me as these noises erupt, an augmentation to their fuckery. More combinations and permutations of their noises, as well as the somatic fuckery. That would include jabbing sensations, especially in the nuts, and as I am typing this, they are synchronizing skin jabbing with my arm movements.
My in-town brother was doing something similar early this week; his elbow was resting on a ill-supported table, and as he made is arguements he got into excessive arm movement so that the tabletop wiggled in concert with his speaking. Stupider and stupider, this colossal billion dollar per year operation pissing around and pretending to be not there, and working by proxy with these dumbshits and their feints. Could this be the same secret organization that does drug running on the side?
And as I wrote that I got the a case of the terrible whistler from outside. This too is another dumbshit excercise that has erupted all over town since five years ago, another pathetic cover story.
1855h
Another front door crashing and room pounding timed to the very moment I was attributing some past event to a possible perp fuckover. I suspect that most of the door slamming and room shaking is done remotely, as they can simulate a real person as long as I am not looking. It is fucking brutal to have to go through this constant fucking disruption every minute or two. Then get sabotaged in attempting to type this.
1910h
More colossal noise of bashing and banging; and while I type this, a sudden voice erupts in the hallway. More room shaking since the above journal entry. Maybe if I went shopping there would be some relief, but that may goad them onto another iteration of fucking noise. I also get and itch to scratch, and as I am beginning to scratch, a noise is set off in this putative rooming house. Fucking sick that anyone should be fucked with like this. These sickos are out of control.
1930h
The fuckers scrambled the order of my bookmarks, the nervous system of all my web browsing, and have increased their recall fuckover games. They now fuck my recall so "I" cannot recall how I got to a webpage. And they appear to be doing this to other elements of my short term recall. It is extremely disconcerting to be fucked with in this way. Now the once-per-day extended squeaky of a simulated loose fan belt noise has come to noisestalk me as I type this up.
1950h
Another coughing eruption outside my door; this has to be at least the 10th one today, and it is differing coughers no less. Now the fucker breaks out into a dumbshit whistle. A constant barrage of noise tonight, and quite possibly be the handiwork of the weekend crew who seem to be less inhibited in applying their fuckover regimen.
2100h
More beeping and cheeping in concert with the infernal leg torquing fuckery. The latter torture is to remotely apply force to rotate my lower leg only and thereby twist the leg so it is felt at the knee, as in pain. For the past hour, more of the usual noise flurry content, but at a lesser intensity thankfully.
2135h
While this knee torquing torture continues, the perps have scripted a collection of yobos outside in the adjacent parking lot who are gabbing away. This is my right side human voice source that they deem I need while they fuck with my left leg and knee.
More wall pounding from the hallway; the accidentally on purpose bullshit wore thin about four years ago. Meanwhile, and excess of coughing and hacking has erupted, just as I am typing. Earlier, there was a ersatz "chem trail", air freshener sprayed in the hallway. And more of the forced coughing, adroitly timed to the fuckers outside making extra louder noise in their yakking. Another benefit of being 6 stories up in the new apartment; no crowds milling outside my room, although I am sure there will be other noise assaults and methods that I am not allowed to anticipate. Call it designed naivite; being the blithe dipshit by way of remotely applied mind-control energies.
2215h
More street yelling from the collected yobos outside, again timed to having me sneeze or scratching a remotely applied itch. Then ass jabbing into the bargain. Bedtime doesn't come fast enough, and I though I would never say something like that, once being a night owl. And that habit also changed post BOH (Before Overt Harassment).
2225h
Time to call this wretched day over and blog off. Hopefull they will let me out and not fuck with my plans and/or appointments tomorrow.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Managed Moving Fuckups
1110h
The perps are at it again; fucking over moving in the early going. This time they got the change of address mixed up. (Or fucked me into filling out the form incorrectly, or fucked me into thinking this). They have the new address as the old, and have likely reversed it in the other direction too. There was a reason they wanted me to get onto this early, and this was it. Regular readers will know that the last move was arranged so I had to use my parent's address as a temporary forwarding address until a place became availible. Why do these sick assholes have to fuck every aspect of every move around, every time? Is it not enough that I have moved 11 times in 7 years at their orchestration? When are these sick assholes going to get a fucking life?
1055h
I made a run to the gangstalked LD store for a few items, and there were at least two more items I intended to get, but there were at least three gangstalkers at those locations, in the usual "bend over" position. As it was, they are placing blonde (women) gangstalkers (favored demographic) to troll by with a male skinhead/MIB/lard ass (unfavored demographic) right behind them. A tag team of gangstalkers.
Inside the LD store they had three ambulatory gangstalker confluences arranged in a similar pattern; a blonde woman with a male skinhead and a geriatric, then another in the aisles with four more of similar composition, then a final grouping of at least four at the checkout of a wheelchair lard ass, a half wit, a grey haired woman "just hanging about" and a tall MIB who followed me. As I left the building, a teleported seen-before male skinhead arrived on my heels, walked to the threshold, and then reversed out the designated exit. I say this gangstalker was teleported as there were no other persons nearby when I exited, and yet this asshole was right behind me as I left the building.
A new in-store gangstalking trend I noticed is to position the operative at the end of the aisle in advance of me exiting it, and have the fucker smelling some kind of store item, as if evaluating something for its aroma. The assholes have done this at least twice in recent weeks, and it would appear that they are attempting to identify the deeper olefactory neural regions of the operative as I am passing by, and presumably, interacting with their energetics. That I am also changing direction at the end of the aisle would suggest there is a cardinality to the energetics, which is evidenced by the copious amount of vehicular and ambulatory traffic that makes a turn around me, contra-rotational turns (concentric, but in opposite direction), crossing my path etc.
Other ambulatory gangstalkers on the street were the large gutted 50-ish white haired males, often in pairs, seemingly without a day job, more geriatrics, and a few brown skinned races, one being a regular now, on her fifth gangstalking. And I suspect, she maybe the donor of the negro child that accompanies the blonde woman and the Caucasian male gangstalkers that flit up and down the stairs of the building 12' outside my room.
There seems to be a child gangstalking trend of late; small boys typically, aged three to five, though they also spring them out of school if needed. There were two such parties on the bus yesterday, parked on either side of me with their mothers. I don't what the perps are doing to these kids, but one looked totally zombied on the bus yesterday, autistic like, as if in another world. There were also three adult males posted around me as part of this group, so perhaps the perps are attempting to detect "small boy aura" and compare it to "adult male aura", and see what the differences are. This is simply a within gender variant of the perps placing young blonde women with other less favored demographics, and somehow leveraging one to the other. I cannot see why my favorite loathed demographics are anyone else's business, and that I get "treated" to excess (as in bombarded) with those demographics who I don't care to look at. Ditto for colors.
And the fuckers went wild on red ketchup outside today; they dumped an entire bottle's worth on the sidewalk, only 10' from this putative rooming house for me to see when headed for yoga.
1120h
The overhead clunking has started up in earnest; this means that any unbidden thoughts or notions get met with a thud, extended creaking or a combination. Often other noises from other sources are introduced "coincidentally".
1235h
I am getting the an extended version of the squealing fanbelt act from outside, and in combination, the muffler of this same vehcile is perforated to make it extra loud, and making extra vibrations.
I also see that some kind of latticed crane arm has been placed on the top of nearby three story building, as an active "leftover" from last week's roofing job on the same building. There is no doubt that the crimson red color is also part of the plan, as this continues to be a heavy gangstalking color, and I suspect they want to increase its range of detectibility.
True to predicted form, the perps kept me awake for at least an hour before letting me get to sleep. In doing so, they also treated me to the noise of an operative plunging the toilet in the next door bathroom, when there was no need to do so whatsoever. (This I know from listening to the precursor noise). All part of the ongoing fuckery, including the red flashes as I type this.
1600h
I am getting more skin jabbing sensations, often at the usual locations/actions when the noisescape is increased. One is when changing walking direction, either outside or in stores, another is when shifting position of my feet, hands or the rest of me. The perps jab me in the eyes (usually only one at a time), leg or anus. The lastmost is one of their favorite locations and likely goes with their preoccupation with all things brown colored.
I am getting the roomshaking about twice each minute, and it is getting to be a piss off, this noise and disruption. The perps are applying more shake into the mix and are shaking this LCD display as I type.
They are all over me in the hallway and the next door bathroom, and are particularly intrigued when "I" (read, mind-fucked me) am reading about alien abductions. This is similar situation for the victims as there is no one to complain to and exact justice. And there are many technical issues in common; the apparent docility and command of the victims, medical testing and their test of some reknown, anal probes. Funny how that comes up so frequently. No, I have not seen any strange beings, and as far as I know, with a couple of possible exceptions, I have not been abducted. My tormentors are even more elusive than the perps that I deal with, and aren't prepared to reveal themselves after five years of being fucked with every day. Never mind the previous 47 years where they were orchestrating my existence and the constant surveillance.
1615h
I am getting noisestalked again; the fuckers are going silly over the sunlight level games that are happening as I type; rapidly changing light levels aren't new, but the fuckers started to strobe this LCD display and make it darker as the light was lighter. Now the front door and room shaking is going to add more noise into the mix.
I also had a thumpy stereo going not long ago; coicidentally, the hard disc drives on this PC stopped thumping, and I assume that the assholes wanted a different thumping frequency than that they have assigned to the two new hard drives that they incurred two months back.
I went to yoga earlier; it is becoming more like a therapy session, and less exercise. Today I had two fat ladies as the other class members, one young, the other old. As usual, there were a number of games to promote touching and assisting, and the plethora of masers and plasma beams flitting about. I also got the "you are a very intelligent person...." line from the instructor, something that I have heard from other parties in this depraved caper, and I really wonder why they tell me this when they already know that I have a learning disability. This theme, which I don't get often thankfully, is highly consistent with other operative/shill insertions, Ms. C of the story being one. I repeat, I have documented learning disabilities since 1960 (city wide testing in Grade 1), re-affirmed in 1962, which have created considerable adversity in most work situations. I don't get it.
A "just stand there" gangstalker woman came later, and athough she said she was looking in, she made a point of crossing my path, and getting in my way when I was exiting in the grounds. She deliberately changed direction to lead in front of me when she was headed for the main house. No sooner was I out the front gate when a brown dressed male gangstalker happened to come on the scene and start following me for the next block. Why are all these fucking men of working age "surfacing" all the time when they are typically at day jobs? There is no end of this population during this time when there were virtually none before.
1700h
More infernal games; now the perps are adding darker corners to my LCD display, nothing new, just more blatant. They like to add these after I come back from a forced break to take a pee. The masers are getting annoying as the perps like to sit them exactly over where I am reading. It is fucking rude to be pissed around like this.
1815h
I am now getting noisestalked/thoughtstalked by the chirping of a smoke alarm. As before, it has an unerring habit of coming on just when some uncontrolled thoughts surface. In concert, there are small white light plasma dot displays, sometimes in a row and equally spaced.
1835h
More house/room slamming and shaking, this time a gust of cool air "magically" came with it, even if my room is 20' away from the front door. The perps have been onto their wind noise games each time I was outside today. This is when the noise, and the sensation of wind whips at my ears when there isn't any anywhere else. The proximate trees and shrubs aren't moving, nothing else is being blowa about, just the air around my head.
1900h
I am getting the drumming noise at full volume from the adjacent nightclub. In the past I have been exposed to snippets of this noise/music, but they are giving me a five minute demo of how loud they can play. This is another example of how vibrations are just as important to the perps as noise and smell are. Yesterday my bother made sure to strum a guitar he picked up at a garage sale, even though he has no interest in music whatsoever.
1935h
More absurdities; a foghorn noise that is never heard here (too far inland) and simultaneous siren noise. This looks to be a rough week, as it is the last kick at the cat because I will be 6 stories up in a concrete building by mid next week.
2015h
I am getting the sudden onset of overhead pounding, something that won't be quite the same in a concrete building next month, post-move. Though I am sure they will want to map the poundings of concrete to that of wood, and given the overall drift of creating more noise, the fuckers will retain many of these excesses in some form.
The latest jerkaround is to pinch me in the nuts, making it out to be related to my underwerar which is not tight. It is simply amazing how much effort these assholes devote to annoying me from a distance. They are truly sick and depraved to operate a billion dollar budget campaign from a closet, unwilling to front for themselves.
2200h
I am reading book reviews and bookmarking the ones that look particularly interesting. This is similar to what I do for films and music and accounts for a significant amount of my online time. I see that the perps slipped two book reviews in one percieved book review, and stripped out the bold text and special fonts that would of identified the title of the latter book. This is similar to what they do in misdirecting other reading, by sending me onto the wrong column or page. Nothing new, it is just that being online enables them to change what I am reading before scrolling down.
2300h
I just got a chemtrail/air freshener spraying out side my door, and it is the only place it was done. Now the sickos like to make me feel alienated more than usual.
Another crashing door closure and a room shake happened at the exact moment an online picture of a police riot squad about to break in somewhere (from a film). They jumped on the noise and vibration even before the image registered (my image cognition may have been fucked with too).
Time to call this a blog posting, and hope that the above was reasonably coherent.
The perps are at it again; fucking over moving in the early going. This time they got the change of address mixed up. (Or fucked me into filling out the form incorrectly, or fucked me into thinking this). They have the new address as the old, and have likely reversed it in the other direction too. There was a reason they wanted me to get onto this early, and this was it. Regular readers will know that the last move was arranged so I had to use my parent's address as a temporary forwarding address until a place became availible. Why do these sick assholes have to fuck every aspect of every move around, every time? Is it not enough that I have moved 11 times in 7 years at their orchestration? When are these sick assholes going to get a fucking life?
1055h
I made a run to the gangstalked LD store for a few items, and there were at least two more items I intended to get, but there were at least three gangstalkers at those locations, in the usual "bend over" position. As it was, they are placing blonde (women) gangstalkers (favored demographic) to troll by with a male skinhead/MIB/lard ass (unfavored demographic) right behind them. A tag team of gangstalkers.
Inside the LD store they had three ambulatory gangstalker confluences arranged in a similar pattern; a blonde woman with a male skinhead and a geriatric, then another in the aisles with four more of similar composition, then a final grouping of at least four at the checkout of a wheelchair lard ass, a half wit, a grey haired woman "just hanging about" and a tall MIB who followed me. As I left the building, a teleported seen-before male skinhead arrived on my heels, walked to the threshold, and then reversed out the designated exit. I say this gangstalker was teleported as there were no other persons nearby when I exited, and yet this asshole was right behind me as I left the building.
A new in-store gangstalking trend I noticed is to position the operative at the end of the aisle in advance of me exiting it, and have the fucker smelling some kind of store item, as if evaluating something for its aroma. The assholes have done this at least twice in recent weeks, and it would appear that they are attempting to identify the deeper olefactory neural regions of the operative as I am passing by, and presumably, interacting with their energetics. That I am also changing direction at the end of the aisle would suggest there is a cardinality to the energetics, which is evidenced by the copious amount of vehicular and ambulatory traffic that makes a turn around me, contra-rotational turns (concentric, but in opposite direction), crossing my path etc.
Other ambulatory gangstalkers on the street were the large gutted 50-ish white haired males, often in pairs, seemingly without a day job, more geriatrics, and a few brown skinned races, one being a regular now, on her fifth gangstalking. And I suspect, she maybe the donor of the negro child that accompanies the blonde woman and the Caucasian male gangstalkers that flit up and down the stairs of the building 12' outside my room.
There seems to be a child gangstalking trend of late; small boys typically, aged three to five, though they also spring them out of school if needed. There were two such parties on the bus yesterday, parked on either side of me with their mothers. I don't what the perps are doing to these kids, but one looked totally zombied on the bus yesterday, autistic like, as if in another world. There were also three adult males posted around me as part of this group, so perhaps the perps are attempting to detect "small boy aura" and compare it to "adult male aura", and see what the differences are. This is simply a within gender variant of the perps placing young blonde women with other less favored demographics, and somehow leveraging one to the other. I cannot see why my favorite loathed demographics are anyone else's business, and that I get "treated" to excess (as in bombarded) with those demographics who I don't care to look at. Ditto for colors.
And the fuckers went wild on red ketchup outside today; they dumped an entire bottle's worth on the sidewalk, only 10' from this putative rooming house for me to see when headed for yoga.
1120h
The overhead clunking has started up in earnest; this means that any unbidden thoughts or notions get met with a thud, extended creaking or a combination. Often other noises from other sources are introduced "coincidentally".
1235h
I am getting the an extended version of the squealing fanbelt act from outside, and in combination, the muffler of this same vehcile is perforated to make it extra loud, and making extra vibrations.
I also see that some kind of latticed crane arm has been placed on the top of nearby three story building, as an active "leftover" from last week's roofing job on the same building. There is no doubt that the crimson red color is also part of the plan, as this continues to be a heavy gangstalking color, and I suspect they want to increase its range of detectibility.
True to predicted form, the perps kept me awake for at least an hour before letting me get to sleep. In doing so, they also treated me to the noise of an operative plunging the toilet in the next door bathroom, when there was no need to do so whatsoever. (This I know from listening to the precursor noise). All part of the ongoing fuckery, including the red flashes as I type this.
1600h
I am getting more skin jabbing sensations, often at the usual locations/actions when the noisescape is increased. One is when changing walking direction, either outside or in stores, another is when shifting position of my feet, hands or the rest of me. The perps jab me in the eyes (usually only one at a time), leg or anus. The lastmost is one of their favorite locations and likely goes with their preoccupation with all things brown colored.
I am getting the roomshaking about twice each minute, and it is getting to be a piss off, this noise and disruption. The perps are applying more shake into the mix and are shaking this LCD display as I type.
They are all over me in the hallway and the next door bathroom, and are particularly intrigued when "I" (read, mind-fucked me) am reading about alien abductions. This is similar situation for the victims as there is no one to complain to and exact justice. And there are many technical issues in common; the apparent docility and command of the victims, medical testing and their test of some reknown, anal probes. Funny how that comes up so frequently. No, I have not seen any strange beings, and as far as I know, with a couple of possible exceptions, I have not been abducted. My tormentors are even more elusive than the perps that I deal with, and aren't prepared to reveal themselves after five years of being fucked with every day. Never mind the previous 47 years where they were orchestrating my existence and the constant surveillance.
1615h
I am getting noisestalked again; the fuckers are going silly over the sunlight level games that are happening as I type; rapidly changing light levels aren't new, but the fuckers started to strobe this LCD display and make it darker as the light was lighter. Now the front door and room shaking is going to add more noise into the mix.
I also had a thumpy stereo going not long ago; coicidentally, the hard disc drives on this PC stopped thumping, and I assume that the assholes wanted a different thumping frequency than that they have assigned to the two new hard drives that they incurred two months back.
I went to yoga earlier; it is becoming more like a therapy session, and less exercise. Today I had two fat ladies as the other class members, one young, the other old. As usual, there were a number of games to promote touching and assisting, and the plethora of masers and plasma beams flitting about. I also got the "you are a very intelligent person...." line from the instructor, something that I have heard from other parties in this depraved caper, and I really wonder why they tell me this when they already know that I have a learning disability. This theme, which I don't get often thankfully, is highly consistent with other operative/shill insertions, Ms. C of the story being one. I repeat, I have documented learning disabilities since 1960 (city wide testing in Grade 1), re-affirmed in 1962, which have created considerable adversity in most work situations. I don't get it.
A "just stand there" gangstalker woman came later, and athough she said she was looking in, she made a point of crossing my path, and getting in my way when I was exiting in the grounds. She deliberately changed direction to lead in front of me when she was headed for the main house. No sooner was I out the front gate when a brown dressed male gangstalker happened to come on the scene and start following me for the next block. Why are all these fucking men of working age "surfacing" all the time when they are typically at day jobs? There is no end of this population during this time when there were virtually none before.
1700h
More infernal games; now the perps are adding darker corners to my LCD display, nothing new, just more blatant. They like to add these after I come back from a forced break to take a pee. The masers are getting annoying as the perps like to sit them exactly over where I am reading. It is fucking rude to be pissed around like this.
1815h
I am now getting noisestalked/thoughtstalked by the chirping of a smoke alarm. As before, it has an unerring habit of coming on just when some uncontrolled thoughts surface. In concert, there are small white light plasma dot displays, sometimes in a row and equally spaced.
1835h
More house/room slamming and shaking, this time a gust of cool air "magically" came with it, even if my room is 20' away from the front door. The perps have been onto their wind noise games each time I was outside today. This is when the noise, and the sensation of wind whips at my ears when there isn't any anywhere else. The proximate trees and shrubs aren't moving, nothing else is being blowa about, just the air around my head.
1900h
I am getting the drumming noise at full volume from the adjacent nightclub. In the past I have been exposed to snippets of this noise/music, but they are giving me a five minute demo of how loud they can play. This is another example of how vibrations are just as important to the perps as noise and smell are. Yesterday my bother made sure to strum a guitar he picked up at a garage sale, even though he has no interest in music whatsoever.
1935h
More absurdities; a foghorn noise that is never heard here (too far inland) and simultaneous siren noise. This looks to be a rough week, as it is the last kick at the cat because I will be 6 stories up in a concrete building by mid next week.
2015h
I am getting the sudden onset of overhead pounding, something that won't be quite the same in a concrete building next month, post-move. Though I am sure they will want to map the poundings of concrete to that of wood, and given the overall drift of creating more noise, the fuckers will retain many of these excesses in some form.
The latest jerkaround is to pinch me in the nuts, making it out to be related to my underwerar which is not tight. It is simply amazing how much effort these assholes devote to annoying me from a distance. They are truly sick and depraved to operate a billion dollar budget campaign from a closet, unwilling to front for themselves.
2200h
I am reading book reviews and bookmarking the ones that look particularly interesting. This is similar to what I do for films and music and accounts for a significant amount of my online time. I see that the perps slipped two book reviews in one percieved book review, and stripped out the bold text and special fonts that would of identified the title of the latter book. This is similar to what they do in misdirecting other reading, by sending me onto the wrong column or page. Nothing new, it is just that being online enables them to change what I am reading before scrolling down.
2300h
I just got a chemtrail/air freshener spraying out side my door, and it is the only place it was done. Now the sickos like to make me feel alienated more than usual.
Another crashing door closure and a room shake happened at the exact moment an online picture of a police riot squad about to break in somewhere (from a film). They jumped on the noise and vibration even before the image registered (my image cognition may have been fucked with too).
Time to call this a blog posting, and hope that the above was reasonably coherent.
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