1620h
I have the ignominious duty of looking after my in-town brother's house kept cat while he is away in Thailand for the next four weeks. Cat care duty started today, with my perp-abetting mother coming along as she offered me a ride to get there, and then back to my place. Or, read in perp activity, come to gangstalk me while I was undertaking inaugural duties in cleaning cat dishes, and putting out new ones, and opening up the cat food and cleaning up his dirty sink. Not even a decent cleaning brush is to be had, so I don't know how he does his dishes.
I shouldn't of seemed too surprised last night on TV to see a program on cats, though I cannot recall exactly what it was, having been exposed to Byron Pitts of 60 Minutes last night, about the most disgusting sight on TV, looking like a real life alien, chinless as he seems. The perps tell me this is part of their traumatization emulation games, but I don't give a shit; if I don't like fugly faces I don't see why they have to keep putting them in my face.
And a stop at the local mall earlier as my mother's printer cartridge plugged up when half full, and a fair number of gangstalking vehicles as well as the dude-force swarms, them and their ballcaps. But the take-away silly sight was two dudes dressed in the same color coats, each getting out either side of the front seat of a vehicle in perfect unison/coordination, one blonde and the other redheaded. Like WTF; don't all these dudes have anything better to do than to pose to be seen for all of three seconds in a seeming "happenchance" glance, putting on the Unfavored redheads, coordinated dudes and adding a dash of Favored blonde-ness (though on females). But it seems the perps like to mix and match Favored and Unfavored features, and having worked me with female blondes (very Favored) gangstalkers for some eight years, plus prior setups with planted girlfriends (read, operatives), it would seem the perps wish to "borrow" some of the Favored features (blonde hair) to then augment their Unfavoreds, e.g. dudes without apparent job or task, but to loiter around or otherwise obviously look stupid and/or planted.
1910h
I am reading about Marilyn Monroe from a used paperback (Godess, the Secret Lives of Marilyn Monroe by Peter Evans), I bought before Christmas. The perps had started me on reading library books, (used books) back in the high intensity Fuckover years of 2002 and 2003, and had made sure I was heavily gangstalked at each library visitation. One book I got out had no prior borrowings and was a recent publication about a certain software titan. They would hound me with overhead noise all over my basement suite when I was reading, and eventually I had to give it up. So now, close to eight years later, they are testing me out again on reading used books, and presumably have arranged the prior borrowing personnel, very likely ones that I have encountered. And lo, if there isn't some pounding and clunking noises going on while I read these books, getting through my earmuffs. And I suppose the content is interesting for the perps, as they like to continue their grooming of JFK, RFK, Marilyn Monroe, Frank Sinatra and the entire late 1950's to mid-1960's era. All those intrigues, hired detectives, all the spin-doctors and publicity machinations of the day, and here IMHO, was the perps lurking behind it all, if not manipulating the players. Or at least, some of the time, as I am sure they didn't have the mind controlling abilities that I have come to know and loathe since they went overt/beserk on me in 2002 and which I have seen progressively improved since then, me the first backtest subject as well as the source subject.
And here is a find that might be useful for the uninitiated TI, a Practical Survival Guide to OSEH (Organized Stalking and Electronic Harassment). I don't know this person, but it is full of useful tips, and may do for newbies, not meaning any disrespect. The perps wouldn't let me read the article for more than the first line per paragraph, putting me into "skip read" mode when I didn't want to be. That is how it goes these days; not being allowed to read blogs and anything else that of direct interest.
2050h
The downside of doing above cat care duty is that I get to have the associated smells of my in-town brother's place, ostensibly from the cat dwelling there for as long as it has, suddenly jammed up my noise as high perp interest moments. Such interest moments are when I am considering bookmarking a job posting, reading the job posting or otherwise entertaining a posted job's possibility as a fit for me. As I have mentioned many times, the perps have an abiding interest in the concepts of employment (or not), work, remuneration (pay, benefits) and all else that one would consider in reviewing job postings. They have also have me stoked for warehouse and drilling jobs, even if I have no experience with either. That is in addition to GIS, the IT trio of business analyst, data modeler and data analyst, and of course my "new" (read, perp managed) trade, farm worker (and now, the vineyard variant), courtesy of local seasonal work. And as part of the online job viewing experience, with the odd bookmarking of a job that seems to offer prospects for consideration, I get noisestalked at key moments, say, while bookmarking. As one can tell, this is all over the map, and at a minimum, is keeping two career avenues going, IT related and the laboring thing they promote with long running ideations about as to where I would live (including relocating), how I would get to work and otherwise function. Just more of the same, and to date, besides farm laboring, there has been nothing of any substance from any of these other careers, despite my efforts to restart the IT work with recent Oracle database training. Other ideations are to dismiss the job search effort altogether, knowing that whatever job comes next is orchestrated after substantial planning initiaves, and will follow both the long term plans and the day-to-day script. Presently, I get my disability allowance, so it seems that seasonal or part time jobs are still important for the perps.
2400h
Music ripping and the vexation of finding a metadata (tag) editor. Time to blog off.
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Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Saturday, February 06, 2010
Full Day Class
1715h
One of the Saturdays there is an all day Oracle DBA class. I expected more gangstalking action when on the way to the bus stop this morning because I started a new bag of coffee, mainly a silver colored package with some lime green livery on the bag. All this is vital stuff for the sickos, and too, where the coffee is from. This is Guatamalean coffee and I am sure that was interesting for them too, and might have been the reason for the Hispanic class member to accompany for part of the bus ride to class. There were hordes out on the street a 0825h on a Saturday morning, almost like Christmas time. Not many stores open at that then but I had two of them crawling up my asshole when I stopped at Starbucks to get a newspaper. Once out, I had a blonde woman on my tail for the entire block to the bus stop; as I redoubled my pace to get further ahead, she did too. I don't get many of these assholes who stalk me at my ferocious walking speed, but she is the third in 7.5 years of being stalked.
And if you see the street sweeper before you see any gangstalker when exiting the apartment building you know it is going to be a busy gangstalking morning. True to form, the shopping cart acts were out, at least three of them and also their big plastic garbage bags full of pop cans. And lo, if they didn't clean the floors outside the classroom in advance of me walking to the washroom, the street sweeper like effect. There were the usual coordinated coughings and throat clearings in class, the extra chairs posted around me, the "lean backs", where someone in front of me leans back toward me with their hands splayed on their heads, pretending to be totally oblivious as to how close they are getting.
And the two Asian women in the classroom separately leave early to then have me alone with the dudes (six of them, plus instructor) for whatever reason, toward the end of the class. And lo, if there wasn't a dude flush of four around me on the bus afterward. Other likely games were having road works on the route there and back, having all the traffic share one lane. They also put their work hut on the back of a flatbed truck while the bus was waiting for the traffic to be cleared. An ersatz elevator of a kind perhaps, one of the elevational games the perps like to play given their obsessive need to change respective elevation of their gangstalkers vis a vis me. Which is why they like to have the Fuckwits going up and down stairs in my proximity.
1905h
Almost back to the same old food; tortillas, tapenade, chopped chicken meat and melted cheese on top, my diet for the past six years save some substitutions for the tapenade (guacamole, pesto). I had been eating these Thai tortillas for lack of knowing what they are called, and they were a little different in that they were doughy, but eventually cooked up to be crispy and pleasant. Then they constrained the usual tapenade and substituted some ugly tapenade with red peppers in it, and do I ever loathe red flecked food as I have learned by way of the assholes gaming me. A little turkey meat is still left from Christmas, having been frozen for four weeks and so it will be back to the Chicken Run days again, perish the thought of the gangstalking intensity when resuming long established/imposed habits.
One would think I would be allowed to make this dish unfettered by insane fuckery, having made it so long, but it wasn't that way at all. They imposed a "forget" on turning off the broil element when I pulled the frypan from the oven, and didn't let me in on it until I was back in the kitchen starting the dishes. (No smell or clicks or pops that there would be ordinarily). Since they pulled the identical stunt yesterday, replete with having me turn on the kitchen fan on to dissapate the smell of the oven element, I was screaming infuriated. I don't ever forget to turn off oven burners immediately after use, and the assholes imposed this "forget" two days in succession. I will be looking for heads to crack on this one if a modicum of justice is permitted after this insane abusive Fuckover of the Fourth Reich.
2130h
Evening time tea and chocolate are consumed; at least one siren show there, along with some thumpy overhead noises. The assholes are at it again, denaturing the chocolate flavor, making it less pleasing and more tasteless. They did this with the Villars brand as well until they had it pulled from the store altogether. I have no idea as to the precise whys and wherefores of them prescribing specific makes and brands of chocolate as they are all about the same color of brown. I suspect it has to do with the packaging; Villars was in foil inside a cardboard sleeve, and the present Milkas are in a plastic lilac colored wrapping. Maybe it is on the same trend line, and maybe the assholes will end their chocolate games, even to the point of not wanting to smell it, which is what they did for a week in late 2002.
And they are big on planting smell up my nose today; the horrid hospital smell that occurs (or is arranged) when I visit my father in the care hospital was replayed on and off for the entire day while in class. Oftentimes the smell was coincident with extra throat clearing, pen clicking, knuckle cracking and the like. And I took 90 hours of classroom time in the same building in the Fall of 2009, and there was no such smells to the cleaning there, even with the cleaners close at hand sometimes.
And I got a phone call at the "feel good moment" when reading a sports story that the Montreal Canadiens defeated the Pittsburg Penguins 5 to 4. Just as I finished reading the article he calls to ask some rather pedantic questions as to how to deal with his bush that will press against the neighbor's fend to be. As mentioned many times, I have come to strongly suspect that telephone calls, an electromagnetic disturbance at one's ear and mouth along with vocalizations, seems to be a common perp arrangement at key moments for them. Another facet is that they have a strong noisestalk and other planted phenomenon at the moment of finishing something. This was especially noted when doing farm work as often someone would help me finish a line of weeding, or after a break, have someone else finish up my work and send me elsewhere. This is one of the more benign research/harassment objectives of theirs, but one can be sure I am never allowed to finish anything unless there has been multiple attempts, such as cleaning up this blog posting after it was posted often three or more rounds of "completion". And it has always been this way for writing letters and emails; having me send an email prematurely is just so fucking funny for them.
2310h
More web surfing, and putzing; I could be getting on with a Windows 7 upgrade, a Linux install (four boot managers didn't work), and possibly installing a virtual environment to run Linux for Oracle database study. But..., back to being kept in a quandry, and the perps know I have no patience for being kept in this stasis state, and would surely of been motivated to get on with this long before now. The hardware solution has been ordered, but it may take some two or more weeks, so why cannot I get onto what I want by way of my own predilection for prudent action? Because the mind-keepers have a long history of promoting dithering, my father being the worst. And if it one thing I cannot stand is dithering, and here I am a captive of an abusive criminal agency that gets some kind of desired negative energy from thwarting individual intent. Lucky me. Enough of my travails, and hoping that other TI's have more freedom than I do.
One of the Saturdays there is an all day Oracle DBA class. I expected more gangstalking action when on the way to the bus stop this morning because I started a new bag of coffee, mainly a silver colored package with some lime green livery on the bag. All this is vital stuff for the sickos, and too, where the coffee is from. This is Guatamalean coffee and I am sure that was interesting for them too, and might have been the reason for the Hispanic class member to accompany for part of the bus ride to class. There were hordes out on the street a 0825h on a Saturday morning, almost like Christmas time. Not many stores open at that then but I had two of them crawling up my asshole when I stopped at Starbucks to get a newspaper. Once out, I had a blonde woman on my tail for the entire block to the bus stop; as I redoubled my pace to get further ahead, she did too. I don't get many of these assholes who stalk me at my ferocious walking speed, but she is the third in 7.5 years of being stalked.
And if you see the street sweeper before you see any gangstalker when exiting the apartment building you know it is going to be a busy gangstalking morning. True to form, the shopping cart acts were out, at least three of them and also their big plastic garbage bags full of pop cans. And lo, if they didn't clean the floors outside the classroom in advance of me walking to the washroom, the street sweeper like effect. There were the usual coordinated coughings and throat clearings in class, the extra chairs posted around me, the "lean backs", where someone in front of me leans back toward me with their hands splayed on their heads, pretending to be totally oblivious as to how close they are getting.
And the two Asian women in the classroom separately leave early to then have me alone with the dudes (six of them, plus instructor) for whatever reason, toward the end of the class. And lo, if there wasn't a dude flush of four around me on the bus afterward. Other likely games were having road works on the route there and back, having all the traffic share one lane. They also put their work hut on the back of a flatbed truck while the bus was waiting for the traffic to be cleared. An ersatz elevator of a kind perhaps, one of the elevational games the perps like to play given their obsessive need to change respective elevation of their gangstalkers vis a vis me. Which is why they like to have the Fuckwits going up and down stairs in my proximity.
1905h
Almost back to the same old food; tortillas, tapenade, chopped chicken meat and melted cheese on top, my diet for the past six years save some substitutions for the tapenade (guacamole, pesto). I had been eating these Thai tortillas for lack of knowing what they are called, and they were a little different in that they were doughy, but eventually cooked up to be crispy and pleasant. Then they constrained the usual tapenade and substituted some ugly tapenade with red peppers in it, and do I ever loathe red flecked food as I have learned by way of the assholes gaming me. A little turkey meat is still left from Christmas, having been frozen for four weeks and so it will be back to the Chicken Run days again, perish the thought of the gangstalking intensity when resuming long established/imposed habits.
One would think I would be allowed to make this dish unfettered by insane fuckery, having made it so long, but it wasn't that way at all. They imposed a "forget" on turning off the broil element when I pulled the frypan from the oven, and didn't let me in on it until I was back in the kitchen starting the dishes. (No smell or clicks or pops that there would be ordinarily). Since they pulled the identical stunt yesterday, replete with having me turn on the kitchen fan on to dissapate the smell of the oven element, I was screaming infuriated. I don't ever forget to turn off oven burners immediately after use, and the assholes imposed this "forget" two days in succession. I will be looking for heads to crack on this one if a modicum of justice is permitted after this insane abusive Fuckover of the Fourth Reich.
2130h
Evening time tea and chocolate are consumed; at least one siren show there, along with some thumpy overhead noises. The assholes are at it again, denaturing the chocolate flavor, making it less pleasing and more tasteless. They did this with the Villars brand as well until they had it pulled from the store altogether. I have no idea as to the precise whys and wherefores of them prescribing specific makes and brands of chocolate as they are all about the same color of brown. I suspect it has to do with the packaging; Villars was in foil inside a cardboard sleeve, and the present Milkas are in a plastic lilac colored wrapping. Maybe it is on the same trend line, and maybe the assholes will end their chocolate games, even to the point of not wanting to smell it, which is what they did for a week in late 2002.
And they are big on planting smell up my nose today; the horrid hospital smell that occurs (or is arranged) when I visit my father in the care hospital was replayed on and off for the entire day while in class. Oftentimes the smell was coincident with extra throat clearing, pen clicking, knuckle cracking and the like. And I took 90 hours of classroom time in the same building in the Fall of 2009, and there was no such smells to the cleaning there, even with the cleaners close at hand sometimes.
And I got a phone call at the "feel good moment" when reading a sports story that the Montreal Canadiens defeated the Pittsburg Penguins 5 to 4. Just as I finished reading the article he calls to ask some rather pedantic questions as to how to deal with his bush that will press against the neighbor's fend to be. As mentioned many times, I have come to strongly suspect that telephone calls, an electromagnetic disturbance at one's ear and mouth along with vocalizations, seems to be a common perp arrangement at key moments for them. Another facet is that they have a strong noisestalk and other planted phenomenon at the moment of finishing something. This was especially noted when doing farm work as often someone would help me finish a line of weeding, or after a break, have someone else finish up my work and send me elsewhere. This is one of the more benign research/harassment objectives of theirs, but one can be sure I am never allowed to finish anything unless there has been multiple attempts, such as cleaning up this blog posting after it was posted often three or more rounds of "completion". And it has always been this way for writing letters and emails; having me send an email prematurely is just so fucking funny for them.
2310h
More web surfing, and putzing; I could be getting on with a Windows 7 upgrade, a Linux install (four boot managers didn't work), and possibly installing a virtual environment to run Linux for Oracle database study. But..., back to being kept in a quandry, and the perps know I have no patience for being kept in this stasis state, and would surely of been motivated to get on with this long before now. The hardware solution has been ordered, but it may take some two or more weeks, so why cannot I get onto what I want by way of my own predilection for prudent action? Because the mind-keepers have a long history of promoting dithering, my father being the worst. And if it one thing I cannot stand is dithering, and here I am a captive of an abusive criminal agency that gets some kind of desired negative energy from thwarting individual intent. Lucky me. Enough of my travails, and hoping that other TI's have more freedom than I do.
Friday, March 20, 2009
No Particular Events
1410h
Not an exciting day so far, and for my tormentors, that is a desired state. Not even something as exciting (for them) as laundry. Just the noise games, from outside and from the earmuffs I wear to block out much noise, but if they want me to hear something, the noise will somehow get through.
I had a comb stolen a few weeks ago. The last time I used it was to trim my eyebrows and then it was gone. I don't know why they needed to do that, but they also interfered with me aquiring it, having me "forget" for a few weeks. I suspect it might that it was nylon, though I am not sure where this fits on their scale of remote energetics assay list of pollutants with diamagnetic (and for them, disruptive) properties. Another "who cares" issue.
While working at the car dealership cleaning job last night, I noticed they had a white GM Buick on the hoist, something exceptional for a Mazda dealership. Other oddities have been Jeep, Cadillac, Kia, and a Ford half ton pickup truck. I suppose that working around these vehicles for an hour or so must confer some kind of energetic interaction they are hoping to remotely detect, and this is often embellished by putting the vehicle on the hoist and raising it off the floor. I can't recall how many odd maintenance issues I had with my Volvp 245 that I owned until 2006, but there was plenty of hoist time and often I would confer with the mechanic while underneath the vehicle. It didn't get any better than that for the perps until they went into overt harassment mode in 04-2002. Once they even took my vehicle and fixed the front end which they had damaged in an wheel alignment jerkaround. I had new tires, and did the right thing in getting a wheel alignment immediately afterward, and year later I had odd tire wear on the front tires. It was getting to the point of doing something when the assholes struck in 2002, but then I noticed one morning that my vehicle wasn't parked in the same way as when I had left it. I took it out on the highway and it was steering better, the problem was fixed. Many months later I found out that someone had put used parts in the front end, something me or my mechanic never would of done. So in other words, the front wheel alignment job got hacked, which then caused the front tires to wear prematurely, and then they fixed the problem by installing a used part. Then a few years later, the front tires needed to be replaced again, while the rear tires were just fine. As mentioned in the Perps Obsessions posting, they cannot mess with rubber, tires and petroleum products enough, and hence these games and others that unfold at the partime job at the car dealership.
One game that the assholes are playing today is continuing to inject the disgusting smell of the hair stylist's BO from yesterday. It was bad enough that they put on repeat smells for the evening, but to carry this one into the next day is another first.
2250h
The perps love me to do "paper shopping" for building a computer. That is, selecting and bookmarking an up to date PC and its components, even if unaffordable. So...... an evening devoted to this exercise with plenty of simultaneous noise with bookmarking, select/copy/paste the price into the bookmark's description, and like events. Just fascinating for them, and one of the central reasons for seven years of harassment abuse.
I did the cleaning job tonight with the usual farce-like entrances and exits of the staff, coming by to "visit me" it would seem, for nothing but to gangstalk. The stop at the local supermarket was quite the doppelganger show; double doppelgangers. First, one of the car dealership staff "happened" to be crossing my path at the entrance, and he did look at me but pretended otherwise, and was partially obsured by different eyeglasses and an orange toque covering his head. Then later in the aisles, why my former boss from Seattle just "happened" to be doing the lean-forward-but-look-sideways act. I was pretty sure it was him, same height, build but he looked larger, and it has been now seven years since I saw him last. He "happens" to be in a downtown supermarket in Victoria, BC, Canada when he lives in Seattler/Puget Sound area. Imagine that.
Anyhow, that was today's big news, and for the perps that was indeed exciting.
Not an exciting day so far, and for my tormentors, that is a desired state. Not even something as exciting (for them) as laundry. Just the noise games, from outside and from the earmuffs I wear to block out much noise, but if they want me to hear something, the noise will somehow get through.
I had a comb stolen a few weeks ago. The last time I used it was to trim my eyebrows and then it was gone. I don't know why they needed to do that, but they also interfered with me aquiring it, having me "forget" for a few weeks. I suspect it might that it was nylon, though I am not sure where this fits on their scale of remote energetics assay list of pollutants with diamagnetic (and for them, disruptive) properties. Another "who cares" issue.
While working at the car dealership cleaning job last night, I noticed they had a white GM Buick on the hoist, something exceptional for a Mazda dealership. Other oddities have been Jeep, Cadillac, Kia, and a Ford half ton pickup truck. I suppose that working around these vehicles for an hour or so must confer some kind of energetic interaction they are hoping to remotely detect, and this is often embellished by putting the vehicle on the hoist and raising it off the floor. I can't recall how many odd maintenance issues I had with my Volvp 245 that I owned until 2006, but there was plenty of hoist time and often I would confer with the mechanic while underneath the vehicle. It didn't get any better than that for the perps until they went into overt harassment mode in 04-2002. Once they even took my vehicle and fixed the front end which they had damaged in an wheel alignment jerkaround. I had new tires, and did the right thing in getting a wheel alignment immediately afterward, and year later I had odd tire wear on the front tires. It was getting to the point of doing something when the assholes struck in 2002, but then I noticed one morning that my vehicle wasn't parked in the same way as when I had left it. I took it out on the highway and it was steering better, the problem was fixed. Many months later I found out that someone had put used parts in the front end, something me or my mechanic never would of done. So in other words, the front wheel alignment job got hacked, which then caused the front tires to wear prematurely, and then they fixed the problem by installing a used part. Then a few years later, the front tires needed to be replaced again, while the rear tires were just fine. As mentioned in the Perps Obsessions posting, they cannot mess with rubber, tires and petroleum products enough, and hence these games and others that unfold at the partime job at the car dealership.
One game that the assholes are playing today is continuing to inject the disgusting smell of the hair stylist's BO from yesterday. It was bad enough that they put on repeat smells for the evening, but to carry this one into the next day is another first.
2250h
The perps love me to do "paper shopping" for building a computer. That is, selecting and bookmarking an up to date PC and its components, even if unaffordable. So...... an evening devoted to this exercise with plenty of simultaneous noise with bookmarking, select/copy/paste the price into the bookmark's description, and like events. Just fascinating for them, and one of the central reasons for seven years of harassment abuse.
I did the cleaning job tonight with the usual farce-like entrances and exits of the staff, coming by to "visit me" it would seem, for nothing but to gangstalk. The stop at the local supermarket was quite the doppelganger show; double doppelgangers. First, one of the car dealership staff "happened" to be crossing my path at the entrance, and he did look at me but pretended otherwise, and was partially obsured by different eyeglasses and an orange toque covering his head. Then later in the aisles, why my former boss from Seattle just "happened" to be doing the lean-forward-but-look-sideways act. I was pretty sure it was him, same height, build but he looked larger, and it has been now seven years since I saw him last. He "happens" to be in a downtown supermarket in Victoria, BC, Canada when he lives in Seattler/Puget Sound area. Imagine that.
Anyhow, that was today's big news, and for the perps that was indeed exciting.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Ding A Ling Day
1045h
The title refers to the church bells that have started up as I finished up making the bed with the just laundered bedsheets. The perps are also on top of me by jamming smell up my nose, the scented shaving foam smell, and the kind I do NOT use or own. And yet "somehow", the smell keeps erupting under my nose. With the outside wind and rain storm one would think that these air leaky windows would be flushing the smell out of here, but someone decided that I should get up the nose anyway. It is just the same outside when walking; I get this escallated local breeze around me, that is not evident any more than 6' away, and then they jam other smells up my nose at the same time. The "for me only" breeze should dissapate the smell, but it isn't allowed to happen that way. And now the yellow plasma flashes are erupting as I type this. The post-laundered sheets must be an exciting event for someone. And they get further excitement as I won't be sleeping in them tonight, but at my perp-abetting parent's place, which then invites the extra gangstalking and harassment action on Mondays. As does eating different foods, watching TV there, using different soaps and the rest of it. Just all too interesting for the party that would rather engage in action at a distance life rape for seven years than come clean and figure out their dumbshit energetics research in weeks if they had my cooperation. Obviously, the payoff is considerable, otherwise they would be this stupid, though that is a moot point given the history of their abuse.
1330h
More of the same smell jammed up my nose since the above entry. This infernal faux essence smell is fucking awful, and the reason I only buy Gillette Foamy Sensitive that has no scent added to it. And lo, if my father didn't recently adapt to my shaving methods and use the same Gillette two blade razor and the Gillette Foamy Sensitive shaving cream. And then after a month, and some four months short of using it up, he then gets that awful Foamy version which is scented. And of course, they jam the smell up my nose when I used it at my parent's place, and now have decided to continue the smell jamming even if there is no source in my apartment.
Onto neuroscience; I see that the perps placed a likely relevant article on the seat of fear and predation in the brain, and it is in the hypothalamus, and which also happens to be the very location where smells are directly sensed. I suppose the perps knew this long ago, but the article does indicate there are two neural regions that deal with fear, the amydala which is buried way deep in the inside of the temporal lobes, and the hypothalamus. How nice of them to deliver relevant research.
Other action has been dull today; the storm has settled down, and even at 0800h on Sunday, the silver-grey and red vehicles were parked outside and arranged to plug up nearly every metered stall on the streets you see in the past pictures. Even earlier than church goers it would seem.
1350h
More smell up my nose as I change web pages to upload this picture that was not taken today, but this was how this portion of the street looked like at 0800h this morning. If that doesn't say "arranged", I don't what does. (Taken 01-27-2009, but a very common arrangement of vehicle colors on this same block).
I am off to the perp abetting parents soon, aka, the First Feral Family of life trashing. Mine that is, though it seems that they have paid some price of their association with the Surrepticious Sickos, the SS. Just to think, my father was in the RAF in WWII and here he is, playing along and fomenting the abuse the real SS would of loved to dish out. Another irony of this insane mind fuckery. Time to call this one done.
The title refers to the church bells that have started up as I finished up making the bed with the just laundered bedsheets. The perps are also on top of me by jamming smell up my nose, the scented shaving foam smell, and the kind I do NOT use or own. And yet "somehow", the smell keeps erupting under my nose. With the outside wind and rain storm one would think that these air leaky windows would be flushing the smell out of here, but someone decided that I should get up the nose anyway. It is just the same outside when walking; I get this escallated local breeze around me, that is not evident any more than 6' away, and then they jam other smells up my nose at the same time. The "for me only" breeze should dissapate the smell, but it isn't allowed to happen that way. And now the yellow plasma flashes are erupting as I type this. The post-laundered sheets must be an exciting event for someone. And they get further excitement as I won't be sleeping in them tonight, but at my perp-abetting parent's place, which then invites the extra gangstalking and harassment action on Mondays. As does eating different foods, watching TV there, using different soaps and the rest of it. Just all too interesting for the party that would rather engage in action at a distance life rape for seven years than come clean and figure out their dumbshit energetics research in weeks if they had my cooperation. Obviously, the payoff is considerable, otherwise they would be this stupid, though that is a moot point given the history of their abuse.
1330h
More of the same smell jammed up my nose since the above entry. This infernal faux essence smell is fucking awful, and the reason I only buy Gillette Foamy Sensitive that has no scent added to it. And lo, if my father didn't recently adapt to my shaving methods and use the same Gillette two blade razor and the Gillette Foamy Sensitive shaving cream. And then after a month, and some four months short of using it up, he then gets that awful Foamy version which is scented. And of course, they jam the smell up my nose when I used it at my parent's place, and now have decided to continue the smell jamming even if there is no source in my apartment.
Onto neuroscience; I see that the perps placed a likely relevant article on the seat of fear and predation in the brain, and it is in the hypothalamus, and which also happens to be the very location where smells are directly sensed. I suppose the perps knew this long ago, but the article does indicate there are two neural regions that deal with fear, the amydala which is buried way deep in the inside of the temporal lobes, and the hypothalamus. How nice of them to deliver relevant research.
Other action has been dull today; the storm has settled down, and even at 0800h on Sunday, the silver-grey and red vehicles were parked outside and arranged to plug up nearly every metered stall on the streets you see in the past pictures. Even earlier than church goers it would seem.
1350h
More smell up my nose as I change web pages to upload this picture that was not taken today, but this was how this portion of the street looked like at 0800h this morning. If that doesn't say "arranged", I don't what does. (Taken 01-27-2009, but a very common arrangement of vehicle colors on this same block).
I am off to the perp abetting parents soon, aka, the First Feral Family of life trashing. Mine that is, though it seems that they have paid some price of their association with the Surrepticious Sickos, the SS. Just to think, my father was in the RAF in WWII and here he is, playing along and fomenting the abuse the real SS would of loved to dish out. Another irony of this insane mind fuckery. Time to call this one done.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Public Meetings
1610h
It has been at least six years since I went to a public meeting. It was tied to the training grant groveling so I felt obliged to go through the impending ordeal such events have become. Also noted was that it pre-empted attending yoga, conflicting at the very same time. For the entire meeting I had this dude in front of me that kept slumping leftward to block my view of the speaker, incrementally and progressively for the 1.5 hours of the meeting. And I thought I had it bad in the cinema attending days when this same bullshit would erupt, the person in front having an unerring knack in obstructing my view. This dude could see the speaker perfectly, and yet he insisted on moving leftward the entire time I was there. That wasn't the worst of it though, as a smell of alcohol on someone's breath kept getting jammed up my nose. It wasn't the woman beside me, coming in at the last minute and exchanging seats with a lean-forward dude. She brought a scarf that was identical in color to the speaker's top, a turquoise, and made sure I saw it my putting it into my peripherial vision later in the meeting. And now that same acetone like alcohol breath smell is getting jammed up my nose for the rest of the afternoon while back at my place. This is not new, just more blatant that the usual bullshit. It is fucking tiresome to be exposed to smells that don't arise from one's environment.
2200h
I did my cleaning job at the car dealership tonight, and most everything went OK, but owing to some blatant Fuckwit games, a mechanic who stayed behind to do work, (or make accompanying noise as I see it), then set off the alarm system that I had set. As we are getting ready to leave, I ask him if he has the passcodes to set the alarms, and then he tells me his plan is to leave with us. Like WTF; his departure hinges on us and he doesn't tell us that until asked at the last minute. How did he know if we were to be working for an hour or four hours? Then I set the alarm on the back end, while he is in the front end, and then he takes off to switch the air compressor off he says, and lo, if he didn't set the alarm off somehow. To make a long story short, the alarm setting got totally fucked up, and it seemed that this dumbshitting around was to have me stay in the areas where I had cleaned with my coat on and use the telephone, (an instrument of localized electromagnetic disturbance) to deal with the alarm company. And as it "so happened", I didn't have the passcode id that they were looking for and it was a total fuckup. Somewhere in all of that the mechanic disappeared, the sole cause of the problem because he didn't communicate his actions in advance when they were dependent upon ours.
Anyhow, it puts yet another adverse experience on the Fuckover tally board, and I have had enough of this shit, and had plenty before they trashed my existence in this overt harassment phase, never mind the continual scripted litany of disaster I get treated to. And as regular readers know, the adversity extends to taking a crap, a 90% chance event of something or many things going wrong. And that too was scripted in tonight, all to service the sicko's brown color problem they have created for themselves. Who would of thunk it; a billion dollar budgeted organization surrepticiously surveilling, stalking and interfering with innocent citizens over the color brown, and by extension, the body parts of that color? Yet another bizarre tale that ranks on the stupid scale with their preoccupation with crumbs and planting them all around my toast, and even teleport them in right in front of me should whatever perverse "need" arise.
And another round of sirens accompanied the above write up, so no doubt recounting events in a journal contributes to whatever the perp's fucking games are. One cannot rest for a second, lest it be a potential jerkaround moment. They noisestalk me anytime I notice a plasma or maser beam flitting by, and it seems that they cannot yet take over all my vision, or at least, not outside. When heading to the car dealership cleaning job tonight, as soon as I put on my toque a pressure came on my head, which suggests that it was the assholes at work, because the hat never did this before. I call it mental takeover, and I suspect that they cannot fuck with me as much as they want to when I am outside, hence the parade of gangstalking dipshits and freaks at every turn when out in public.
It has been at least six years since I went to a public meeting. It was tied to the training grant groveling so I felt obliged to go through the impending ordeal such events have become. Also noted was that it pre-empted attending yoga, conflicting at the very same time. For the entire meeting I had this dude in front of me that kept slumping leftward to block my view of the speaker, incrementally and progressively for the 1.5 hours of the meeting. And I thought I had it bad in the cinema attending days when this same bullshit would erupt, the person in front having an unerring knack in obstructing my view. This dude could see the speaker perfectly, and yet he insisted on moving leftward the entire time I was there. That wasn't the worst of it though, as a smell of alcohol on someone's breath kept getting jammed up my nose. It wasn't the woman beside me, coming in at the last minute and exchanging seats with a lean-forward dude. She brought a scarf that was identical in color to the speaker's top, a turquoise, and made sure I saw it my putting it into my peripherial vision later in the meeting. And now that same acetone like alcohol breath smell is getting jammed up my nose for the rest of the afternoon while back at my place. This is not new, just more blatant that the usual bullshit. It is fucking tiresome to be exposed to smells that don't arise from one's environment.
2200h
I did my cleaning job at the car dealership tonight, and most everything went OK, but owing to some blatant Fuckwit games, a mechanic who stayed behind to do work, (or make accompanying noise as I see it), then set off the alarm system that I had set. As we are getting ready to leave, I ask him if he has the passcodes to set the alarms, and then he tells me his plan is to leave with us. Like WTF; his departure hinges on us and he doesn't tell us that until asked at the last minute. How did he know if we were to be working for an hour or four hours? Then I set the alarm on the back end, while he is in the front end, and then he takes off to switch the air compressor off he says, and lo, if he didn't set the alarm off somehow. To make a long story short, the alarm setting got totally fucked up, and it seemed that this dumbshitting around was to have me stay in the areas where I had cleaned with my coat on and use the telephone, (an instrument of localized electromagnetic disturbance) to deal with the alarm company. And as it "so happened", I didn't have the passcode id that they were looking for and it was a total fuckup. Somewhere in all of that the mechanic disappeared, the sole cause of the problem because he didn't communicate his actions in advance when they were dependent upon ours.
Anyhow, it puts yet another adverse experience on the Fuckover tally board, and I have had enough of this shit, and had plenty before they trashed my existence in this overt harassment phase, never mind the continual scripted litany of disaster I get treated to. And as regular readers know, the adversity extends to taking a crap, a 90% chance event of something or many things going wrong. And that too was scripted in tonight, all to service the sicko's brown color problem they have created for themselves. Who would of thunk it; a billion dollar budgeted organization surrepticiously surveilling, stalking and interfering with innocent citizens over the color brown, and by extension, the body parts of that color? Yet another bizarre tale that ranks on the stupid scale with their preoccupation with crumbs and planting them all around my toast, and even teleport them in right in front of me should whatever perverse "need" arise.
And another round of sirens accompanied the above write up, so no doubt recounting events in a journal contributes to whatever the perp's fucking games are. One cannot rest for a second, lest it be a potential jerkaround moment. They noisestalk me anytime I notice a plasma or maser beam flitting by, and it seems that they cannot yet take over all my vision, or at least, not outside. When heading to the car dealership cleaning job tonight, as soon as I put on my toque a pressure came on my head, which suggests that it was the assholes at work, because the hat never did this before. I call it mental takeover, and I suspect that they cannot fuck with me as much as they want to when I am outside, hence the parade of gangstalking dipshits and freaks at every turn when out in public.
Friday, June 15, 2007
No Shower, Shampoo or Shave Allowed
1300h
And for "some reason" this did not get published on 06-15-2007, the create date, as I had directed last night. And as I got a fair minded and considerate comment to which I cannot reply to as the Comment Posting command in Blogspot "failed" (after crafting one), I will use this opportunity to re-edit with a new and positive perspective, supplied by my one loyal reader.
No morning routine was allowed at my parent's place when I got up after a bogus ten hour sleep. (That is, I normally sleep 8 hours and "somehow" it became 10.) The soap and shaving products appear to give the perps problems for remote assaying of my energetics, as there are no end of masers and plasma beams coursing around me then, through the shower stream, and off my face and then toward the mirror. The perps now intercept the shower water by creating leaks in the supply and/or redirection valve; this has happened in the past and current three locations where I have taken showers. These unabashed magnetic energy concentrations are being created and spatially directed more during these activities than any other time of day for all of the locations that I frequent. I also suspect the titanium oxide filler in the toothpaste also has unique properties in light energy (and other energies, I suspect) scattering. New locations that I stay at are always heavily plasma-ed and masered.
I had stayed over at my parent's place last night in the aid of driving them to a school concert where my daughter was performing. And lo, if another round of games wasn't arranged for today, as their vehicle "needed" to be taken in this morning for a repair, as the engine light (yellow) came on. When the perps organize the three of us, aka the First Feral Family, they put on extra events to protract their color and noisestalking games.
I drove them to the Ford dealership, one that has been the site of past protracted vehicle check-ins, and it wasn't any different this time. The parking was tightened down, and that meant a pointless back and forth excursion along a lane of parked vehicles, with the lane end egress blocked off. An operative had already "walked by" (aka ambulatory gangstalking) while I was looking for the elusive parking stall, and he became the driver of a "just vacated" as stall in the second lane of parked vehicles, driving a mid-grey Ford Escort to vacate the stall. Such luck, especially since the parking at the Customer Service area has been reconfigured more than twice in the some 6 prior trips I have made in this circumstance.
One apparent attraction for the perps for these Ford Customer Service area visitation is that they have it ringed with tire displays; below the service counters, a rack at the entrance and other tires in various aspects on the cardinal directions in x, y and z coordinates. As mentioned in past blogs, the perps have a problem with assaying rubber products, and past vehicle "tire problems" have borne that out. And that includes "faulty" alignment settings on the front wheels which necessitated a new set far in advance of normal tire wear on the rear wheels. In the long past, when I was working for a forest products company I would have a tire "failure" every week, for at least 8 weeks running, far more than anyone else.
And when at the Ford dealership, lo, if the triple demographically compliant Ford service assistant wasn't already outside when we walked to the service area, gangstalking us first outside, and then for more than 20 minutes of "check-in time" while he putzed around, getting the codes wrong, getting into explanations ($80 to screw the gas tank on correctly which could set off a fuel pressure sensor), and then my mother adding a bullshit item onto the list late in the show, "causing" another round of printing etc.
The three demographic categories to which the service technician belonged was brown skin, a bald pate and speaking with a British accent. He had also overdone his cologne, and it was a disgusting smell that was coming off him from time to time. I reckon the perps drove this smell into my nose at the time, and they later gave me a shot of it at my place an hour later, after I showered, shaved and washed my hair. My hair gets greasy overnight now when it never did before. The lie of my hair after a night's sleep is identical every morning; "combed" forward and up at the sides, since 04-15-2002.
All the while at the Ford dealership's customer service area, the on-off Mr. Dark Green Coat and Mrs. Brown Coat loitered behind us, split apart, came together, split apart again, did their backs-to-me poses, then one-in-front-of-the-other poses, then a swap of their respective positions, and the rest of the color coordinated bullshit that defines the new "normal" for being hounded 24/7. This seems to be more common of late; putting absurd she-him gangstalking couples together, and then having behave disparately, and then not. And too, they are usually color coordinated in the "hot gangstalking colors" of the day; dark green, dark red, and mid-brown tones. The perps went silly on yellow yesterday, likely because I was wearing a yellow-green shirt that is bisected by 1/4" squares of some kind of wicking fabric.
All the while, other strange dudes, especially those with white hair and beards also paraded around, and one was on lounging duty the entire time at the far end of the Ford customer service area, some 30' distant. He too, was indulging in the latest perp behavior; the arm extension stunt. They put on all manner of socially conventional ways, or moderately irregular ways, to have their arms extended, with the only oddity being that so many of the operatives are doing this. Another tip-off is the profusion of these Tilley-like hats of late. There is either something I intrinsically loathe about these, or else the fuckers have be managed/controlled to react to them. I am not sure which, and I don't know of any "big hat" traumatizations from the long past the assholes may have put me through.
Last night the Feral Family went to see my daughter perform in her year end recital at her highschool (Grade 11). My ex was there, and she had plenty of uncharacteristically foul garlic breath for me to inhale whenever the perps saw fit. I assume that was another smell jamming stunt, as more followed, per above, today.
It was a good show in the school auditorium, as some 400 people were in attendance, a near full house. There was one staff member who did an operatic piece titled "Monica", a name that has aroused curiousity by way of perp intrusion, though I won't explain it. Another alumnus sang two numbers and a solo by one of the choir members was also very good. As always, there were plenty of plasma flashes and ghostings for the first twenty minutes or so, all while the perps do their color testing and response profiling of me. The woman in front swapped seats at least three times, and made sure to squirm in the seats enough to cause them to move and bang on my knees. I would call this a sensation-to-energetics correlation mapping from my harried perpsective in experiencing this all the time. This woman also introduced a shiny light blue leather handbag with metal studs in it onto the empty seat in front of me for the latter half of the show. Leather is a common referencing fabric the perps like to introduce, likely for its embedded metal salts and their energetic interactions.
And I am getting the usual plasma and maser games as I type this, but while at the school recital last night I did experience a strange vision "problem" that suggested the perps have at least another year of harassing me over in their plans. At about 35 minutes into the concert, my vision went a little dark and pixellated momentarily, and I vaguely felt different after that. I figured this was when they invaded my vision so they could take it over and control it and all the associations of objects that I see, and not just read it, which is what they can, and have, done all my life. After that, there were more "flarings" and related visual events, as if I were seeing a film instead, with its technical shortcomings.
1840h
I cannot get time to catch up and journal all the goings on of yesterday and today, but perhaps now. The perp's gave me another forced nap at 1600h for an hour and a quarter. I did not need this sleep as the assholes had already gave me a 10 hour sleep last night.
Then the perps hit me with a "need" to put on my earmuffs as they started a squeaking noise up, and after a minute or so, they brought on a boom box stereo noise that is creating this deep bass sound that "somehow" penetrates my hearing protection (ear muffs). Now both noises are playing simultaneously, and then some voices from the hallway have been layered on top of that. Normally I don't do blogging when I have the earmuffs on as the assholes then cause the keyboard noise to also penetrate the hearing protection.
I suspect the real reason for any notion of needing my earmuffs is that they are a deep metallic green color, one of the perps favorite gangstalking colors after black, white and silver grey. And the earmuffs are constructed of plastic, a substance that appears to cause the perps significant problems with their remotely applied neural intrusion games as they place no end of this substance in all its variants, e.g. plexiglas, carbonate plastics, polyethylene etc in my proximity. Not my problem, so why am I being fucked over for it?
I saw the doctor in the afternoon today, and it was the usual pathetic event, he claiming that the reason for trying omega 3 fatty acid supplements was for "brain lubrication". If I hear him lapse into this dumfuck metaphor for which I have already castigated him for in a past appointment, I will scream in his face.
The perps pulled a major blatant piece of gangstalking after I exited the doctor's office; they had a patient "just loitering" outside the doctor's office where all staff offices are behind secured doors. So how did a "patient" on the loose get there? Worse yet, this fucker fitted two demographics of this harassment epic; he was brown skinned and had a bald shiny head. There is something I cannot stand of late, and I suspect the perps are creating this reaction, and it is bald headed shills/operatives, and their heads are getting more reflective for some reason. Then this gangstalker arranged himself to almost step into the very location I was about to, then he backed off. He gave me the stare for no reason, as why would he be there? He was in a mid-blue jacket which had further ramifications seconds later as I found out. And, his degree of brown skin was the same as the Ford service technician (as above), though he was in a light blue shirt.
Upon exiting the building, one of my pre-appointment waiting room retard gangstalkers in a blue jacket was now outside the doors in the daylight. This operative had been putting on the stupid act with his "assistant" the entire time and making plenty of noise with the highly varied objects in his many pockets. After my appointment of some 15 minutes duration, I walked past the waiting area to exit, and the responsible "keeper" (of the retard in blue) was still in his seat, but instead of having a black beard and hair, it was now white! No shit, I don't make this stuff up.
I got the usual freakshow when walking to the doctor's office, as well as the vehicular gangstalking which I reckon was the "usual" 500 to 800 vehicles. The perps are going for more dark greys now, and offer more color variety in one pod vehicle formations . I have had at least three redi-mix truck stalkings today, and at least two recently poured concrete sidewalk slabs on my route as well.
And as I type this I am getting consistent and repeated white light flashes from the perps that are coming from outside and are falling across this LCD while I type.
And as I bitch about the incursions above, the perps just published this posting to the blog prematurely, and changed the Blogspot display to reflect that. Normally the perps cause these kinds of "blunders" by forcing my fingers to do something they weren't going to do, and then add their command in the middle of a "keystroke error".
Yesterday while at the Oak Bay Recreation Center I got the bigtime vehicular gangstalking from the Oak Bay Fire Department truck. When I lived in this municipality of Victoria they would put on their dark red trucks at night, to "drive by" me while out jogging. Yesterday, they were back at it; they drove their ladder truck past me four times; when I was on the street, within a block of the recreation center, then when I was inside at the windows on the treadmill, then again when I was in the E. most area that was lit by artificial lighting, and then dinally when I was halfway between the window and the E. most area. Additionally, they switched on some orange lights on the side panel of their truck, likely as a reference for a brighter red color. I have never seen the perps put on such a concerted and analytical display of vehicular gangstalking before, but the color of the fire truck fits the current pattern of them being fixated in this variation of red.
And as it so "happened", when taking my parents to the Ford dealership, the assholes put on another dark red firetruck, this one from the Municipality of Saanich. This time, they had both my parents and me to sample, as we were in the same vehicle. This followed having four same color deep metallic red vehicles in file ahead of me in traffic. Then one of the red vehicles in transit "disappeared" from this string when we were was aligned in a single direction.
And in this city, the perps are blessed (or created) the situation that the Victoria City fire department trucks are a specific yellow, as it is said to be superior for visual detection. I have mentioned in past blogs that the City fire department is "extra busy" on their drives, or less often, their "emergencies", anytime I walk past their #1 station on Yates street on my way to various appointments, as they are nearly all in that direction. And, as it so happens, the five municipalities that make up Victoria are under orders to look at how they can amalgamate their emergency services as a single entity, which might be the begining of total municipal amalgamation. But as the perps enjoy the variance of the differing colors and livery of these vehicles, and likely even drive them when on gangstalking duty, I don't see citywide services amalgamation happening anytime soon.
After my parent's Ford Escape was dropped off, we took a cab downtown and my parents went on to do their banking, and I split to get to my apartment, only a block away. It seemed like the perps had arranged my gangstalking route by power washing the sidewalk some days earlier, and with the persistent light rain that was falling, they put on the flush of weirds and freaks. The "Plastic Bag People" were on me, as was the Coffee Corps. In the former case, there is a profusion of ambulatory gangstalkers packing one or more white plastic shopping bags to the level of absurd looking, and in the case of the latter, the operatives carry their coffee around with the cup held in front of them, which may even look normal, except that there are so many. My take on this is that they need to obtain remote energy readings for white, and plastic, and for brown, colors and contents of some of our body components (or pollutants). I finally did get showered, shampooed and shaved at 1030h this morning. I suspect that today's stunt in having me "oversleep" by 2 extra hours and the drive and gangstalk event at the protracted Ford dealership without any direct exposure to soaps or other substances was likely the Big Event (stunt) for the week.
2300h
I got some vision impairment for the last hour, but not enough to force me to stop looking at sixties movies here.
Time to blog off for the day and call this a posting, such as it is.
And again, re-edited 1750h, 06-16-2007
And for "some reason" this did not get published on 06-15-2007, the create date, as I had directed last night. And as I got a fair minded and considerate comment to which I cannot reply to as the Comment Posting command in Blogspot "failed" (after crafting one), I will use this opportunity to re-edit with a new and positive perspective, supplied by my one loyal reader.
No morning routine was allowed at my parent's place when I got up after a bogus ten hour sleep. (That is, I normally sleep 8 hours and "somehow" it became 10.) The soap and shaving products appear to give the perps problems for remote assaying of my energetics, as there are no end of masers and plasma beams coursing around me then, through the shower stream, and off my face and then toward the mirror. The perps now intercept the shower water by creating leaks in the supply and/or redirection valve; this has happened in the past and current three locations where I have taken showers. These unabashed magnetic energy concentrations are being created and spatially directed more during these activities than any other time of day for all of the locations that I frequent. I also suspect the titanium oxide filler in the toothpaste also has unique properties in light energy (and other energies, I suspect) scattering. New locations that I stay at are always heavily plasma-ed and masered.
I had stayed over at my parent's place last night in the aid of driving them to a school concert where my daughter was performing. And lo, if another round of games wasn't arranged for today, as their vehicle "needed" to be taken in this morning for a repair, as the engine light (yellow) came on. When the perps organize the three of us, aka the First Feral Family, they put on extra events to protract their color and noisestalking games.
I drove them to the Ford dealership, one that has been the site of past protracted vehicle check-ins, and it wasn't any different this time. The parking was tightened down, and that meant a pointless back and forth excursion along a lane of parked vehicles, with the lane end egress blocked off. An operative had already "walked by" (aka ambulatory gangstalking) while I was looking for the elusive parking stall, and he became the driver of a "just vacated" as stall in the second lane of parked vehicles, driving a mid-grey Ford Escort to vacate the stall. Such luck, especially since the parking at the Customer Service area has been reconfigured more than twice in the some 6 prior trips I have made in this circumstance.
One apparent attraction for the perps for these Ford Customer Service area visitation is that they have it ringed with tire displays; below the service counters, a rack at the entrance and other tires in various aspects on the cardinal directions in x, y and z coordinates. As mentioned in past blogs, the perps have a problem with assaying rubber products, and past vehicle "tire problems" have borne that out. And that includes "faulty" alignment settings on the front wheels which necessitated a new set far in advance of normal tire wear on the rear wheels. In the long past, when I was working for a forest products company I would have a tire "failure" every week, for at least 8 weeks running, far more than anyone else.
And when at the Ford dealership, lo, if the triple demographically compliant Ford service assistant wasn't already outside when we walked to the service area, gangstalking us first outside, and then for more than 20 minutes of "check-in time" while he putzed around, getting the codes wrong, getting into explanations ($80 to screw the gas tank on correctly which could set off a fuel pressure sensor), and then my mother adding a bullshit item onto the list late in the show, "causing" another round of printing etc.
The three demographic categories to which the service technician belonged was brown skin, a bald pate and speaking with a British accent. He had also overdone his cologne, and it was a disgusting smell that was coming off him from time to time. I reckon the perps drove this smell into my nose at the time, and they later gave me a shot of it at my place an hour later, after I showered, shaved and washed my hair. My hair gets greasy overnight now when it never did before. The lie of my hair after a night's sleep is identical every morning; "combed" forward and up at the sides, since 04-15-2002.
All the while at the Ford dealership's customer service area, the on-off Mr. Dark Green Coat and Mrs. Brown Coat loitered behind us, split apart, came together, split apart again, did their backs-to-me poses, then one-in-front-of-the-other poses, then a swap of their respective positions, and the rest of the color coordinated bullshit that defines the new "normal" for being hounded 24/7. This seems to be more common of late; putting absurd she-him gangstalking couples together, and then having behave disparately, and then not. And too, they are usually color coordinated in the "hot gangstalking colors" of the day; dark green, dark red, and mid-brown tones. The perps went silly on yellow yesterday, likely because I was wearing a yellow-green shirt that is bisected by 1/4" squares of some kind of wicking fabric.
All the while, other strange dudes, especially those with white hair and beards also paraded around, and one was on lounging duty the entire time at the far end of the Ford customer service area, some 30' distant. He too, was indulging in the latest perp behavior; the arm extension stunt. They put on all manner of socially conventional ways, or moderately irregular ways, to have their arms extended, with the only oddity being that so many of the operatives are doing this. Another tip-off is the profusion of these Tilley-like hats of late. There is either something I intrinsically loathe about these, or else the fuckers have be managed/controlled to react to them. I am not sure which, and I don't know of any "big hat" traumatizations from the long past the assholes may have put me through.
Last night the Feral Family went to see my daughter perform in her year end recital at her highschool (Grade 11). My ex was there, and she had plenty of uncharacteristically foul garlic breath for me to inhale whenever the perps saw fit. I assume that was another smell jamming stunt, as more followed, per above, today.
It was a good show in the school auditorium, as some 400 people were in attendance, a near full house. There was one staff member who did an operatic piece titled "Monica", a name that has aroused curiousity by way of perp intrusion, though I won't explain it. Another alumnus sang two numbers and a solo by one of the choir members was also very good. As always, there were plenty of plasma flashes and ghostings for the first twenty minutes or so, all while the perps do their color testing and response profiling of me. The woman in front swapped seats at least three times, and made sure to squirm in the seats enough to cause them to move and bang on my knees. I would call this a sensation-to-energetics correlation mapping from my harried perpsective in experiencing this all the time. This woman also introduced a shiny light blue leather handbag with metal studs in it onto the empty seat in front of me for the latter half of the show. Leather is a common referencing fabric the perps like to introduce, likely for its embedded metal salts and their energetic interactions.
And I am getting the usual plasma and maser games as I type this, but while at the school recital last night I did experience a strange vision "problem" that suggested the perps have at least another year of harassing me over in their plans. At about 35 minutes into the concert, my vision went a little dark and pixellated momentarily, and I vaguely felt different after that. I figured this was when they invaded my vision so they could take it over and control it and all the associations of objects that I see, and not just read it, which is what they can, and have, done all my life. After that, there were more "flarings" and related visual events, as if I were seeing a film instead, with its technical shortcomings.
1840h
I cannot get time to catch up and journal all the goings on of yesterday and today, but perhaps now. The perp's gave me another forced nap at 1600h for an hour and a quarter. I did not need this sleep as the assholes had already gave me a 10 hour sleep last night.
Then the perps hit me with a "need" to put on my earmuffs as they started a squeaking noise up, and after a minute or so, they brought on a boom box stereo noise that is creating this deep bass sound that "somehow" penetrates my hearing protection (ear muffs). Now both noises are playing simultaneously, and then some voices from the hallway have been layered on top of that. Normally I don't do blogging when I have the earmuffs on as the assholes then cause the keyboard noise to also penetrate the hearing protection.
I suspect the real reason for any notion of needing my earmuffs is that they are a deep metallic green color, one of the perps favorite gangstalking colors after black, white and silver grey. And the earmuffs are constructed of plastic, a substance that appears to cause the perps significant problems with their remotely applied neural intrusion games as they place no end of this substance in all its variants, e.g. plexiglas, carbonate plastics, polyethylene etc in my proximity. Not my problem, so why am I being fucked over for it?
I saw the doctor in the afternoon today, and it was the usual pathetic event, he claiming that the reason for trying omega 3 fatty acid supplements was for "brain lubrication". If I hear him lapse into this dumfuck metaphor for which I have already castigated him for in a past appointment, I will scream in his face.
The perps pulled a major blatant piece of gangstalking after I exited the doctor's office; they had a patient "just loitering" outside the doctor's office where all staff offices are behind secured doors. So how did a "patient" on the loose get there? Worse yet, this fucker fitted two demographics of this harassment epic; he was brown skinned and had a bald shiny head. There is something I cannot stand of late, and I suspect the perps are creating this reaction, and it is bald headed shills/operatives, and their heads are getting more reflective for some reason. Then this gangstalker arranged himself to almost step into the very location I was about to, then he backed off. He gave me the stare for no reason, as why would he be there? He was in a mid-blue jacket which had further ramifications seconds later as I found out. And, his degree of brown skin was the same as the Ford service technician (as above), though he was in a light blue shirt.
Upon exiting the building, one of my pre-appointment waiting room retard gangstalkers in a blue jacket was now outside the doors in the daylight. This operative had been putting on the stupid act with his "assistant" the entire time and making plenty of noise with the highly varied objects in his many pockets. After my appointment of some 15 minutes duration, I walked past the waiting area to exit, and the responsible "keeper" (of the retard in blue) was still in his seat, but instead of having a black beard and hair, it was now white! No shit, I don't make this stuff up.
I got the usual freakshow when walking to the doctor's office, as well as the vehicular gangstalking which I reckon was the "usual" 500 to 800 vehicles. The perps are going for more dark greys now, and offer more color variety in one pod vehicle formations . I have had at least three redi-mix truck stalkings today, and at least two recently poured concrete sidewalk slabs on my route as well.
And as I type this I am getting consistent and repeated white light flashes from the perps that are coming from outside and are falling across this LCD while I type.
And as I bitch about the incursions above, the perps just published this posting to the blog prematurely, and changed the Blogspot display to reflect that. Normally the perps cause these kinds of "blunders" by forcing my fingers to do something they weren't going to do, and then add their command in the middle of a "keystroke error".
Yesterday while at the Oak Bay Recreation Center I got the bigtime vehicular gangstalking from the Oak Bay Fire Department truck. When I lived in this municipality of Victoria they would put on their dark red trucks at night, to "drive by" me while out jogging. Yesterday, they were back at it; they drove their ladder truck past me four times; when I was on the street, within a block of the recreation center, then when I was inside at the windows on the treadmill, then again when I was in the E. most area that was lit by artificial lighting, and then dinally when I was halfway between the window and the E. most area. Additionally, they switched on some orange lights on the side panel of their truck, likely as a reference for a brighter red color. I have never seen the perps put on such a concerted and analytical display of vehicular gangstalking before, but the color of the fire truck fits the current pattern of them being fixated in this variation of red.
And as it so "happened", when taking my parents to the Ford dealership, the assholes put on another dark red firetruck, this one from the Municipality of Saanich. This time, they had both my parents and me to sample, as we were in the same vehicle. This followed having four same color deep metallic red vehicles in file ahead of me in traffic. Then one of the red vehicles in transit "disappeared" from this string when we were was aligned in a single direction.
And in this city, the perps are blessed (or created) the situation that the Victoria City fire department trucks are a specific yellow, as it is said to be superior for visual detection. I have mentioned in past blogs that the City fire department is "extra busy" on their drives, or less often, their "emergencies", anytime I walk past their #1 station on Yates street on my way to various appointments, as they are nearly all in that direction. And, as it so happens, the five municipalities that make up Victoria are under orders to look at how they can amalgamate their emergency services as a single entity, which might be the begining of total municipal amalgamation. But as the perps enjoy the variance of the differing colors and livery of these vehicles, and likely even drive them when on gangstalking duty, I don't see citywide services amalgamation happening anytime soon.
After my parent's Ford Escape was dropped off, we took a cab downtown and my parents went on to do their banking, and I split to get to my apartment, only a block away. It seemed like the perps had arranged my gangstalking route by power washing the sidewalk some days earlier, and with the persistent light rain that was falling, they put on the flush of weirds and freaks. The "Plastic Bag People" were on me, as was the Coffee Corps. In the former case, there is a profusion of ambulatory gangstalkers packing one or more white plastic shopping bags to the level of absurd looking, and in the case of the latter, the operatives carry their coffee around with the cup held in front of them, which may even look normal, except that there are so many. My take on this is that they need to obtain remote energy readings for white, and plastic, and for brown, colors and contents of some of our body components (or pollutants). I finally did get showered, shampooed and shaved at 1030h this morning. I suspect that today's stunt in having me "oversleep" by 2 extra hours and the drive and gangstalk event at the protracted Ford dealership without any direct exposure to soaps or other substances was likely the Big Event (stunt) for the week.
2300h
I got some vision impairment for the last hour, but not enough to force me to stop looking at sixties movies here.
Time to blog off for the day and call this a posting, such as it is.
And again, re-edited 1750h, 06-16-2007
Friday, February 09, 2007
Coffee Games
0930h
For the second time this week, the coffee self-ejected from the Bodum infusion coffee maker and" blew past" (read extra conventional physics applied remotely) the lid onto the work surface in a near identical eruption as the last time. And note, my now precautionary thinking over the possibility of another occurence has been nixed, as it was another "surprise". Also note that the slotted spout would be the normal or easiest route for coffee to erupt from, but it "somehow" didn't happen. And note, that I have been making coffee with the same equipment in the same way for over 4.5 years, and never had any problem until recent weeks. With the number of coffee bearing gangstalkers going around, and the planted coffee cup 12' from my window, the perps coffee games are far from over. Past readers will note that this is just another stunt in the brown color capers that plague me by way of perps' intrusion into every aspect of my life.
And if that wasn't enough to piss me off, the self-ejecting bar of white soap (from my hand) stunt played for the fourth day in a row when in the shower. What is the matter with the perp assholes that they won't come out of the closet and instead, resort to another round of juvenility?
1110h
Another game of suck-and-fuck; I walked 25 minutes to my case manager appointment and "somehow" it was a day off for her (a Friday). This was to be followed by a half hour of Qi Gong, but the perps made sure I didn't feel like hanging around for a half hour until it started. This is the second such stunt from the person who said she wouldn't ever mess me around. I kind of think it was meant to be set up this way, as the perps always like to create disappointment aka dashed expectations.
In the process of that 50 minute walk more of the gangstalking games erupted. Not in the least were some >600 vehicles in color and size formations, and ambulatory gangstalkers who were also color coordinated with the vehicles in their clothing color.
Another magnificent piece of timing was the 5 tonne delivery truck parked outside only 60' from my door in faux delivery (there are other locations nearby for delivery to the few retail stores near here), where the driver was "wrapping up" (closing the tailgate). This same truck surfaced 10 minutes later from a residential neighborhood on my walk, having taken a convoluted route (the only possibility) to place his truck in front of my walking path, the now usual jerkaround standard that has become the norm. Before, vehicles would wait for me to cross in front of them before projecting from a side street to view the traffic; not any more, as they all place their vehicle in the way and rudely cross in front of me. Funny how city-wide driving behavior has changed.
The the coffee klatch gang as I call them, the supposed workers of the women's used clothing store some 30' away who regularly take their coffee breaks 12' outside my window on the adjacent building's staircase, "somehow" showed up a half mile away, all of them (~5), and were jay walking in crossing the street near a busy intersection. Another amazing coincidence.
Another amazing coincidence was the placement of a "just-stand-there-on-the-sidewalk" gangstalker for no apparent reason, in the idential location of three days ago when I was walking that same section of the sidewalk in the same direction. This fucker in a leather jacket and luggage tote (both extraordinarily common now), wasn't even waiting at a passenger pickup location outside the apartement building.
The gangstalker of three days ago at this identical location was doing a pacing back and forth while on his cell phone, and then when 10' ahead of me, proceeded to lead ahead of me until I caught up to him with my faster walking speed. Another fucker pulled this same stunt today at different location and without the cell phone or other gangstalking accouterments. A now standard gangstalking move; even on the streets, as it is very common in the grocery stores.
On a sad note, it is easy to disparage Anna Nicole Smith and her unfortuneate demise yesterday. I don't watch much TV, and I am not a celebrity follower, and was only minimally aware of her activities and especially the huge age disparity between her and her first husband, the billionaire oil-man. But I note, as I read about her, the perps have launched a huge noise barrage, and seem to have an inordinant interest coincident with my viewing of her image and reading about her circumstances. Was she another iconic blonde getting the snuff job from the perps? I won't make a call on this one, but will only relate the aforementioned coincidence of noise activity as I read about her. If I were Paris Hilton I would change my hair color.
At these early days of the event, the story doen't add up; having a full time nurse and being careless about taking non-prescribed medication, per today's declaration from her mother. Could this be setting the public up for a predisposition as to the coroner's findings? Who knows, and as above, I am not going to pass judgement on circumstances in which I am not party to the facts. It is another interesting coincidence. (And as I write this, both my towels are wiggling away from no ostensible reason only 18" from me in this tight room).
1200h
A helicopter story of sad note; it is utterly stunning that the US forces in Iraq are repeating the same folly as the Soviet forces did in Afganistan 25 years ago with the same result. Is it mandatory, by way of secret government dictate, that superpowers must launch a pointless war they have no hope of winning every quarter century? There exists no credible reason why the US forces are in Iraq when all the precursor activities are scrutinized.
1555h
This is the post tea and chocolate time, and there is steady but low key noisestalking. As usual, the noise flurries started up when I logged into my bank account and paid my bill. Any financial transaction brings out the assholes for noisestalking, smell up my nose, skin hits, plasma and maser games and other events to get closer to me. The grocery store is the worst, as they have every aspect of it covered to the last detail; where the plastic bags are, the cashier "helping" with the debit card not working, noises at the moment of password entry, more noises when the button for acceptance is pressed and on and on. It is fucking depressing when they let me in on what is going on, but nowadays the perps make me "forget" about their lurking behavior and multitude of gangstalking components "happening".
One time when cashing a large check at a bank some two years ago, they put at least 40 "customers" on and kept this at a steady stream, and one of the metal queue guide rails, hanging from a chain at each end, became mysteriously kinetic and occilated back and forth for over ten minutes, covering the duration of my transaction, while all the "customers" and staff pretended not to notice. It was fucking bizarre.
1945h
More smell jam up the nose again, an all-day on/off event. The "furnace" is the putative cause, though it barely puts out any heat nowadays. The reading impairments are such that I am not allowed to read a paragraph, two lines maximum before they crank up the impairments to "cause me" to pull my eyes away, shake my head for "relief" and then re-establish where I left off to resume reading.
All my link visit annotation (purple color font) has been stripped from the link visit file as a consequence of the two-at-once hard drive failure of last week, and that spells more recall games and testing for the perps. They like me to re-visit past links being "unaware" (read mind-controlled knowledge depletion) that I had read it before. If I trip upon a recall trigger phrase, the perps launch a minor coincident noise flurry. They seem to be able to fuck 95% of my recall currently, but not 100% yet. I figure another month and they will have the last remaining brainstem area to their needed level of total control.
2010h
And now, more glass bottle bashing in the streets, now further away than before. Yesterday they parked the septic service (shit tanker) about 80' away from this house, which might be the "brown detection" limit that they are attempting to enlarge. Even the parked vehicles in the adjacent parking lot are getting fewer, except at nights for their red and white lights.
2040h
A 10 minute outside yakking session is in progress out in the parking lot outside my window. This is to expose me to voice from my right side. And amazingly, the house has been quiet save the odd coughing jag that erupts.
I got the noisestalking flurry and plasma activity when reading about another underground base at this site: Tehachapi Covert Underground Complex
In addition I got the overhead clunking noise with included zappings which pisses me off extremely.
2210h
The overhead squeaking has started up and is relatively constant and isn't its usual highly selectable "self" (coincident bound). This might be to let me know that I am being surveilled, or possibly has some kind of remotely applied neural activity significance. It is fucking tiresome to say the least, along with the new PC sounds that erupted since it came back with two new hard drives.
And a huge overhead pounding and a zap when I placed the first letter of lastmost word in the previous paragraph, making a "typo" (read mind controlled stunt) repair. Don't forget, the above noise is from the "new neighbor" which is identical in habit and kind as the last one.
2225h
More erratic Windows and Firefox behavior triggered by an apparent Adobe Reader "problem". It seems that the SATA drive is slower than the IDE standard, which should not be the case. The perps get no end of fun from planting extra dialog boxes and leaving them hanging in a frozen state. This stunt is way tired, as I have been a Windows user since 1990, the very first release of Windows 3.1. And as I am getting severe typo sabotage, it is time to blog off.
For the second time this week, the coffee self-ejected from the Bodum infusion coffee maker and" blew past" (read extra conventional physics applied remotely) the lid onto the work surface in a near identical eruption as the last time. And note, my now precautionary thinking over the possibility of another occurence has been nixed, as it was another "surprise". Also note that the slotted spout would be the normal or easiest route for coffee to erupt from, but it "somehow" didn't happen. And note, that I have been making coffee with the same equipment in the same way for over 4.5 years, and never had any problem until recent weeks. With the number of coffee bearing gangstalkers going around, and the planted coffee cup 12' from my window, the perps coffee games are far from over. Past readers will note that this is just another stunt in the brown color capers that plague me by way of perps' intrusion into every aspect of my life.
And if that wasn't enough to piss me off, the self-ejecting bar of white soap (from my hand) stunt played for the fourth day in a row when in the shower. What is the matter with the perp assholes that they won't come out of the closet and instead, resort to another round of juvenility?
1110h
Another game of suck-and-fuck; I walked 25 minutes to my case manager appointment and "somehow" it was a day off for her (a Friday). This was to be followed by a half hour of Qi Gong, but the perps made sure I didn't feel like hanging around for a half hour until it started. This is the second such stunt from the person who said she wouldn't ever mess me around. I kind of think it was meant to be set up this way, as the perps always like to create disappointment aka dashed expectations.
In the process of that 50 minute walk more of the gangstalking games erupted. Not in the least were some >600 vehicles in color and size formations, and ambulatory gangstalkers who were also color coordinated with the vehicles in their clothing color.
Another magnificent piece of timing was the 5 tonne delivery truck parked outside only 60' from my door in faux delivery (there are other locations nearby for delivery to the few retail stores near here), where the driver was "wrapping up" (closing the tailgate). This same truck surfaced 10 minutes later from a residential neighborhood on my walk, having taken a convoluted route (the only possibility) to place his truck in front of my walking path, the now usual jerkaround standard that has become the norm. Before, vehicles would wait for me to cross in front of them before projecting from a side street to view the traffic; not any more, as they all place their vehicle in the way and rudely cross in front of me. Funny how city-wide driving behavior has changed.
The the coffee klatch gang as I call them, the supposed workers of the women's used clothing store some 30' away who regularly take their coffee breaks 12' outside my window on the adjacent building's staircase, "somehow" showed up a half mile away, all of them (~5), and were jay walking in crossing the street near a busy intersection. Another amazing coincidence.
Another amazing coincidence was the placement of a "just-stand-there-on-the-sidewalk" gangstalker for no apparent reason, in the idential location of three days ago when I was walking that same section of the sidewalk in the same direction. This fucker in a leather jacket and luggage tote (both extraordinarily common now), wasn't even waiting at a passenger pickup location outside the apartement building.
The gangstalker of three days ago at this identical location was doing a pacing back and forth while on his cell phone, and then when 10' ahead of me, proceeded to lead ahead of me until I caught up to him with my faster walking speed. Another fucker pulled this same stunt today at different location and without the cell phone or other gangstalking accouterments. A now standard gangstalking move; even on the streets, as it is very common in the grocery stores.
On a sad note, it is easy to disparage Anna Nicole Smith and her unfortuneate demise yesterday. I don't watch much TV, and I am not a celebrity follower, and was only minimally aware of her activities and especially the huge age disparity between her and her first husband, the billionaire oil-man. But I note, as I read about her, the perps have launched a huge noise barrage, and seem to have an inordinant interest coincident with my viewing of her image and reading about her circumstances. Was she another iconic blonde getting the snuff job from the perps? I won't make a call on this one, but will only relate the aforementioned coincidence of noise activity as I read about her. If I were Paris Hilton I would change my hair color.
At these early days of the event, the story doen't add up; having a full time nurse and being careless about taking non-prescribed medication, per today's declaration from her mother. Could this be setting the public up for a predisposition as to the coroner's findings? Who knows, and as above, I am not going to pass judgement on circumstances in which I am not party to the facts. It is another interesting coincidence. (And as I write this, both my towels are wiggling away from no ostensible reason only 18" from me in this tight room).
1200h
A helicopter story of sad note; it is utterly stunning that the US forces in Iraq are repeating the same folly as the Soviet forces did in Afganistan 25 years ago with the same result. Is it mandatory, by way of secret government dictate, that superpowers must launch a pointless war they have no hope of winning every quarter century? There exists no credible reason why the US forces are in Iraq when all the precursor activities are scrutinized.
1555h
This is the post tea and chocolate time, and there is steady but low key noisestalking. As usual, the noise flurries started up when I logged into my bank account and paid my bill. Any financial transaction brings out the assholes for noisestalking, smell up my nose, skin hits, plasma and maser games and other events to get closer to me. The grocery store is the worst, as they have every aspect of it covered to the last detail; where the plastic bags are, the cashier "helping" with the debit card not working, noises at the moment of password entry, more noises when the button for acceptance is pressed and on and on. It is fucking depressing when they let me in on what is going on, but nowadays the perps make me "forget" about their lurking behavior and multitude of gangstalking components "happening".
One time when cashing a large check at a bank some two years ago, they put at least 40 "customers" on and kept this at a steady stream, and one of the metal queue guide rails, hanging from a chain at each end, became mysteriously kinetic and occilated back and forth for over ten minutes, covering the duration of my transaction, while all the "customers" and staff pretended not to notice. It was fucking bizarre.
1945h
More smell jam up the nose again, an all-day on/off event. The "furnace" is the putative cause, though it barely puts out any heat nowadays. The reading impairments are such that I am not allowed to read a paragraph, two lines maximum before they crank up the impairments to "cause me" to pull my eyes away, shake my head for "relief" and then re-establish where I left off to resume reading.
All my link visit annotation (purple color font) has been stripped from the link visit file as a consequence of the two-at-once hard drive failure of last week, and that spells more recall games and testing for the perps. They like me to re-visit past links being "unaware" (read mind-controlled knowledge depletion) that I had read it before. If I trip upon a recall trigger phrase, the perps launch a minor coincident noise flurry. They seem to be able to fuck 95% of my recall currently, but not 100% yet. I figure another month and they will have the last remaining brainstem area to their needed level of total control.
2010h
And now, more glass bottle bashing in the streets, now further away than before. Yesterday they parked the septic service (shit tanker) about 80' away from this house, which might be the "brown detection" limit that they are attempting to enlarge. Even the parked vehicles in the adjacent parking lot are getting fewer, except at nights for their red and white lights.
2040h
A 10 minute outside yakking session is in progress out in the parking lot outside my window. This is to expose me to voice from my right side. And amazingly, the house has been quiet save the odd coughing jag that erupts.
I got the noisestalking flurry and plasma activity when reading about another underground base at this site: Tehachapi Covert Underground Complex
In addition I got the overhead clunking noise with included zappings which pisses me off extremely.
2210h
The overhead squeaking has started up and is relatively constant and isn't its usual highly selectable "self" (coincident bound). This might be to let me know that I am being surveilled, or possibly has some kind of remotely applied neural activity significance. It is fucking tiresome to say the least, along with the new PC sounds that erupted since it came back with two new hard drives.
And a huge overhead pounding and a zap when I placed the first letter of lastmost word in the previous paragraph, making a "typo" (read mind controlled stunt) repair. Don't forget, the above noise is from the "new neighbor" which is identical in habit and kind as the last one.
2225h
More erratic Windows and Firefox behavior triggered by an apparent Adobe Reader "problem". It seems that the SATA drive is slower than the IDE standard, which should not be the case. The perps get no end of fun from planting extra dialog boxes and leaving them hanging in a frozen state. This stunt is way tired, as I have been a Windows user since 1990, the very first release of Windows 3.1. And as I am getting severe typo sabotage, it is time to blog off.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
A Windup for an Interview
0850h
The overhead clicking and clunking has begun, and a new round of coughing and hacking too. The perps woke me up for an 0500h time to hear the serial show of at least seven gangstalkers coming through the bathroom next door, and a background of coughing and hacking, likely the theme noise of the day, as they have put the fucker next door twice already. And three siren shows so far, and about ten brake squealings when one per day was the original norm. Even the church bells were put on for the extra crunchy cereals this morning, and there was a before and after nose running for chocolate consumption.
The perps got me riled up big time by imposing vision impairments; they have taken to blocking vision when an item is first sighted in the day, the peanut butter being the most obvious example. And if "I" shake my head to relieve the problem, that too is all for the good. I noted at my parents' (perp abettors) that they would coordinate their arm and leg movements at the precise moment of my head shaking (not having seen it) when watching TV.
And more yobos in the street last night before going to sleep; they were calling out and talking, and this is highly unusual for this neighborhood as it is primarily residential. And they have put more outside my room as I type (or because this is being typed) currently, though I have no idea what the cover story would be for this time of day.
0915h
Now that I have been online for a time, the perps are playing their plasma games with the LCD display; shading in blocks of text, moving yellowish blocks around and moving them off horizontal, and endless games that I am not aware of when they put these in my peripherial vision. It is fucking sick, and I suspect this and the smell jamming is getting me "ready" for my 1100h appointment for volunteering.
0955h
The noisestalking flavor has moved onto room shaking (3/ five minutes), overhead squeaking, hallway farting (a first) and that old standby from 0500h , coughing and hacking. This applies to mouse clicking actions, web page display onset, uncontrolled thoughts I might have (less and less these days), and are sometimes coordinated with transitory vision impairments.
1020h
Another round of intensified room shaking, and the nattering outside my door noisestalking was added in just when I was logging onto Yahoo for my email. Logins are one of the most noisestalked events going, and it seems that this was upping the ante some more. The seeming "gold standard" of noisestalking is to have human voice as a background noise, usually after a buildup over weeks or months of other coincident noises. Yesterday's male-male confrontation setup outside my window while eating chocolate comes to mind as an example.
I am off to my interview at a drop-in center as a possible volunteer, and no doubt a whole host of gangstalking interaction is planned. Who knows, this could be an entire perp operation, just as they stuffed the hospital with "patients", all of whom knew how to gangstalk. Nothing can be taken at face value, especially when one sees the amount of planning that has gone on, all while I was away and living in Seattle.
1320h
Onto siren noise again; it has been busier than Seattle for siren events today, which has been routine since I moved into the downtown Victoria region, now almost two years.
And more vision impairments timed with the internal head noises the perps plant.
I had my interview for volunteering at a drop-in center, though in fact, the whole drift of it changed, as they already have staff to lead the activities, and therefore, I can participate instead. Free swimming, yoga and Qi Gong is a good start and so is $1 for lunch. It may well become my routine, to hang out there and partake of the activities. Anyhow, the scene needs to be evaluated when open, as it was closed for cleaning today. This incremental increase of participants is often a perp managed means of slowly integrating me into a specific site. I can't complain yet.
1355h
Today's smells in the nose are skunk cabbage, of no discernable origin, and not the first time this particular one has erupted. So it would seem there is a smell series on today, to go with the above room shaking and hallway tromping that is continuing.
I walked much of yesterday's route, changing only the returning side of the road, and the vehicular and ambulatory gangstalk action was as busy as ever, especially in the store where three biddies lead ahead of me and then dithered at entrance where the black plastic shopping baskets are. The lead gangstalker met up with someone already in the store, strangely I thought, but the perps have been working this inside/outside energetics for 4 years, and are totally consistent in trying all possibilities. Another variant on the way out was the huggies between the cashiers as one is supposedly leaving. Any excuse will do, and the perps like to plant this bullshit around me everywhere, in pictures and live. Now a car alarm is set off, and there is at least one per day.
And more of the "just-stand-there" gangstalkers outside today. There were at least three, and one made a point of "drifting" across the sidewalk, and made sure to stick themselves behind me with the looking in the distance gag that has become laughable at times. She was dressed in black and grey with grey hair. There is some hangup the perps have about hair color, and I cannot fathom what it is.
And another consulting-forester-turned-perp-operative made sure to drive over the crosswalk I was walking on, and partake in the simultaneous two vehicle left hand turn. And when walking past the adjacent car dealership, with some 50 vehicles lined up, all the navy blue colored vehicles (~6) had their engines running and headlights on, projecting towars the sidewalk I was transiting. Another go-figure.
1520h
The tea and chocolate time has passed, so I expect another iteration of room shaking and other noise to follow.
More jerkarounds; the mental intrusion of facts swapping. A specific title and my knowlegde about it was fucked with by tying that knowlegde to another title. This has never happened before in my life and I am getting supremely vexed by this latest depraved intrusion. The perps are on a sick streak, and in saying that, the assholes noisestalked me with outside coughing.
1555h
The overhead pounding with mild zapping has started up again, another post teatime consistency the perps have brought on. It sounds like someone is wrestling with firewood upstairs. The event that seems to instignate the timing of the noise is the usual Windows activities of selecting, cutting, pasting text and bookmarking. I have some 30,000 links that are bookmarked over the past two years, and they are still gunning on this. Another go-figure.
1825h
Another harassed crap; a double. They blocked the toilet and forced a shower to clean up. Fucking sick; this is the fourth crap over two locations where they have sabotaged the toilet. Juvenility run amok.
It is the post mealtime period and I am sure there are plenty of noise games lined up, but it was interesting that they put the overhead clunking on when I was making dinner.
1910h
As I type this the noise started up. I had the earmuffs on to block the coughing cacaphony until an overhead clunk and a zap arrived, and then took them off. As soon as I did, at least two operatives in the hallway were in motion, talking and finally exiting the building. The "air freshener" spray was used twice in the hallway, per usual spray from the suite next to mine (not bothering with the pretense of "deciding" where to place it per cover story). And I got the smell jammed up my nose even if it wouldn't waft in through the closed door.
And I see in the news that a private Blackwater army helicopter went down in Iraq yesterday with the loss of five lives. Past consistency of perp activities in frequently exposing me to helicopter stories in the news has been noted. Of interest, I (assuming it was not a scripted mind-control insertion), came across an interesting blog site that mentioned the Blackwater operation only a few days before. This could be a coincidence, or yet another staged event that is similar to those in the past where helicopters have strangely crashed. I won't make a call on this as I am not privy to all the particulars, but as I see my life, there are no coincidences... It truly makes me wonder how much of what goes on is really what it seems.
No word yet from an inquest into the Canadian Coast Guard helicopter on a routine training mission that went down with the loss of the crew of three.
1945h
The overhead squeaking and creaking has started up; it is as if there were loose floorboards overhead and someone was purposely flexing them to purposely continue the noise. As mentioned in past blogs, it is very likely that this is created from a control room somewhere using their projected sound capabilities which I have known firsthand for over four years now. This same routine would erupt in a past residence location where I knew there was a table overhead, and yet the sound was directly from that location, as I first thought I would get a reprieve from it. No chance.
I get many knocks, chirps and clicks in this room, not attributable to anything, most nights when I first go to bed. They are simply the new norm, and for some reason, they don't need a cover story.
2010h
Noisy vehicles are now coming with other vehicle maintenance combination "sources"; a squeaking fanbelt and the hoarse muffler with the over-revving nonsense "driving style" that has erupted locally.
And I don't get any freedom from the noise as the assholes replicate it inside of my earmuffs when I put them on. It seems that the earmuffs are only for perp research purposes, being dark metallic green plastic. The hoarse mufflered vehicle has come back and is idling outside my window in the adjacent parking lot. All for me to hear, as the perps to determine the neural correlates to the noise and vibration.
2125h
A new term has evolved; "air freshener stalking". This is the event of the putative building manager leaning out of his room, spraying air freshener, and then bolting back inside again. No assessement if needed, just some kind of direction he must get, unless deranged which he isn't. This time, the stalking event was when I was bookmarking, one of the most noise/spray/vibration/plasma beamed/masered events that occurs, now running for the fifth year in sucession, even my latter days in Seattle. Fucking absurd. And today's ari freshener stalking may have been particular targeted for the bookmarking of an alien autopsy site. More inanity and unbelievable studpidity that the sick juvenile fucks won't come out of the closet.
2150h
The lock clatter and the simultaneous zapping harassment is back. It seems that the perps go through the noises each evening, adding a zapping to each unique occurence. Then the follow-on was to rustle some plastic in the hallway (left side) and over-rev an vehicle engine on the right side. It is like being at my parent's place with these these two widely spaced concurrent noises. My mother is always rustling plastic of various colors, often ass in the air, one of the high energetics readability poses.
And related to plastic rustling activity, a nylon coil zipper pulling gangstalker has arrived outside my door and is continuing this act of creating simultaneous noise and stressing plastic. Whatever the pollution/plastic problem the perps have is NOT MY PROBLEM, so why am I being pursued for someone else's research and very possibly, a total fuck up, especially when one considers how much authority they have.
As an example of their authority to change matters, they caused a constriction of the Canadian - US border by reducing the inspection officers when I was crossing N. bound into Canada to cause me to miss the last ferry and stay in a hotel room where they irradiated me from rooms on either side of mine (no sleep that night).
2210h
More off-screen emulatory displays of plasma; the assholes put on a plasma beam that is near identically colored as the web page display, and offset it some 4" to the left. Big fun and games for depraved juvies.
2245h
The moon is trained on me through a narrow window portion; I will not say this was arranged this time, but who knows, as my entire visual field is accessible and manipulable as I learned last year, by way of the perp's accomplishments. Time to blog off, and listen to the patter from whomever shows up in the adjacent parking lot.
The overhead clicking and clunking has begun, and a new round of coughing and hacking too. The perps woke me up for an 0500h time to hear the serial show of at least seven gangstalkers coming through the bathroom next door, and a background of coughing and hacking, likely the theme noise of the day, as they have put the fucker next door twice already. And three siren shows so far, and about ten brake squealings when one per day was the original norm. Even the church bells were put on for the extra crunchy cereals this morning, and there was a before and after nose running for chocolate consumption.
The perps got me riled up big time by imposing vision impairments; they have taken to blocking vision when an item is first sighted in the day, the peanut butter being the most obvious example. And if "I" shake my head to relieve the problem, that too is all for the good. I noted at my parents' (perp abettors) that they would coordinate their arm and leg movements at the precise moment of my head shaking (not having seen it) when watching TV.
And more yobos in the street last night before going to sleep; they were calling out and talking, and this is highly unusual for this neighborhood as it is primarily residential. And they have put more outside my room as I type (or because this is being typed) currently, though I have no idea what the cover story would be for this time of day.
0915h
Now that I have been online for a time, the perps are playing their plasma games with the LCD display; shading in blocks of text, moving yellowish blocks around and moving them off horizontal, and endless games that I am not aware of when they put these in my peripherial vision. It is fucking sick, and I suspect this and the smell jamming is getting me "ready" for my 1100h appointment for volunteering.
0955h
The noisestalking flavor has moved onto room shaking (3/ five minutes), overhead squeaking, hallway farting (a first) and that old standby from 0500h , coughing and hacking. This applies to mouse clicking actions, web page display onset, uncontrolled thoughts I might have (less and less these days), and are sometimes coordinated with transitory vision impairments.
1020h
Another round of intensified room shaking, and the nattering outside my door noisestalking was added in just when I was logging onto Yahoo for my email. Logins are one of the most noisestalked events going, and it seems that this was upping the ante some more. The seeming "gold standard" of noisestalking is to have human voice as a background noise, usually after a buildup over weeks or months of other coincident noises. Yesterday's male-male confrontation setup outside my window while eating chocolate comes to mind as an example.
I am off to my interview at a drop-in center as a possible volunteer, and no doubt a whole host of gangstalking interaction is planned. Who knows, this could be an entire perp operation, just as they stuffed the hospital with "patients", all of whom knew how to gangstalk. Nothing can be taken at face value, especially when one sees the amount of planning that has gone on, all while I was away and living in Seattle.
1320h
Onto siren noise again; it has been busier than Seattle for siren events today, which has been routine since I moved into the downtown Victoria region, now almost two years.
And more vision impairments timed with the internal head noises the perps plant.
I had my interview for volunteering at a drop-in center, though in fact, the whole drift of it changed, as they already have staff to lead the activities, and therefore, I can participate instead. Free swimming, yoga and Qi Gong is a good start and so is $1 for lunch. It may well become my routine, to hang out there and partake of the activities. Anyhow, the scene needs to be evaluated when open, as it was closed for cleaning today. This incremental increase of participants is often a perp managed means of slowly integrating me into a specific site. I can't complain yet.
1355h
Today's smells in the nose are skunk cabbage, of no discernable origin, and not the first time this particular one has erupted. So it would seem there is a smell series on today, to go with the above room shaking and hallway tromping that is continuing.
I walked much of yesterday's route, changing only the returning side of the road, and the vehicular and ambulatory gangstalk action was as busy as ever, especially in the store where three biddies lead ahead of me and then dithered at entrance where the black plastic shopping baskets are. The lead gangstalker met up with someone already in the store, strangely I thought, but the perps have been working this inside/outside energetics for 4 years, and are totally consistent in trying all possibilities. Another variant on the way out was the huggies between the cashiers as one is supposedly leaving. Any excuse will do, and the perps like to plant this bullshit around me everywhere, in pictures and live. Now a car alarm is set off, and there is at least one per day.
And more of the "just-stand-there" gangstalkers outside today. There were at least three, and one made a point of "drifting" across the sidewalk, and made sure to stick themselves behind me with the looking in the distance gag that has become laughable at times. She was dressed in black and grey with grey hair. There is some hangup the perps have about hair color, and I cannot fathom what it is.
And another consulting-forester-turned-perp-operative made sure to drive over the crosswalk I was walking on, and partake in the simultaneous two vehicle left hand turn. And when walking past the adjacent car dealership, with some 50 vehicles lined up, all the navy blue colored vehicles (~6) had their engines running and headlights on, projecting towars the sidewalk I was transiting. Another go-figure.
1520h
The tea and chocolate time has passed, so I expect another iteration of room shaking and other noise to follow.
More jerkarounds; the mental intrusion of facts swapping. A specific title and my knowlegde about it was fucked with by tying that knowlegde to another title. This has never happened before in my life and I am getting supremely vexed by this latest depraved intrusion. The perps are on a sick streak, and in saying that, the assholes noisestalked me with outside coughing.
1555h
The overhead pounding with mild zapping has started up again, another post teatime consistency the perps have brought on. It sounds like someone is wrestling with firewood upstairs. The event that seems to instignate the timing of the noise is the usual Windows activities of selecting, cutting, pasting text and bookmarking. I have some 30,000 links that are bookmarked over the past two years, and they are still gunning on this. Another go-figure.
1825h
Another harassed crap; a double. They blocked the toilet and forced a shower to clean up. Fucking sick; this is the fourth crap over two locations where they have sabotaged the toilet. Juvenility run amok.
It is the post mealtime period and I am sure there are plenty of noise games lined up, but it was interesting that they put the overhead clunking on when I was making dinner.
1910h
As I type this the noise started up. I had the earmuffs on to block the coughing cacaphony until an overhead clunk and a zap arrived, and then took them off. As soon as I did, at least two operatives in the hallway were in motion, talking and finally exiting the building. The "air freshener" spray was used twice in the hallway, per usual spray from the suite next to mine (not bothering with the pretense of "deciding" where to place it per cover story). And I got the smell jammed up my nose even if it wouldn't waft in through the closed door.
And I see in the news that a private Blackwater army helicopter went down in Iraq yesterday with the loss of five lives. Past consistency of perp activities in frequently exposing me to helicopter stories in the news has been noted. Of interest, I (assuming it was not a scripted mind-control insertion), came across an interesting blog site that mentioned the Blackwater operation only a few days before. This could be a coincidence, or yet another staged event that is similar to those in the past where helicopters have strangely crashed. I won't make a call on this as I am not privy to all the particulars, but as I see my life, there are no coincidences... It truly makes me wonder how much of what goes on is really what it seems.
No word yet from an inquest into the Canadian Coast Guard helicopter on a routine training mission that went down with the loss of the crew of three.
1945h
The overhead squeaking and creaking has started up; it is as if there were loose floorboards overhead and someone was purposely flexing them to purposely continue the noise. As mentioned in past blogs, it is very likely that this is created from a control room somewhere using their projected sound capabilities which I have known firsthand for over four years now. This same routine would erupt in a past residence location where I knew there was a table overhead, and yet the sound was directly from that location, as I first thought I would get a reprieve from it. No chance.
I get many knocks, chirps and clicks in this room, not attributable to anything, most nights when I first go to bed. They are simply the new norm, and for some reason, they don't need a cover story.
2010h
Noisy vehicles are now coming with other vehicle maintenance combination "sources"; a squeaking fanbelt and the hoarse muffler with the over-revving nonsense "driving style" that has erupted locally.
And I don't get any freedom from the noise as the assholes replicate it inside of my earmuffs when I put them on. It seems that the earmuffs are only for perp research purposes, being dark metallic green plastic. The hoarse mufflered vehicle has come back and is idling outside my window in the adjacent parking lot. All for me to hear, as the perps to determine the neural correlates to the noise and vibration.
2125h
A new term has evolved; "air freshener stalking". This is the event of the putative building manager leaning out of his room, spraying air freshener, and then bolting back inside again. No assessement if needed, just some kind of direction he must get, unless deranged which he isn't. This time, the stalking event was when I was bookmarking, one of the most noise/spray/vibration/plasma beamed/masered events that occurs, now running for the fifth year in sucession, even my latter days in Seattle. Fucking absurd. And today's ari freshener stalking may have been particular targeted for the bookmarking of an alien autopsy site. More inanity and unbelievable studpidity that the sick juvenile fucks won't come out of the closet.
2150h
The lock clatter and the simultaneous zapping harassment is back. It seems that the perps go through the noises each evening, adding a zapping to each unique occurence. Then the follow-on was to rustle some plastic in the hallway (left side) and over-rev an vehicle engine on the right side. It is like being at my parent's place with these these two widely spaced concurrent noises. My mother is always rustling plastic of various colors, often ass in the air, one of the high energetics readability poses.
And related to plastic rustling activity, a nylon coil zipper pulling gangstalker has arrived outside my door and is continuing this act of creating simultaneous noise and stressing plastic. Whatever the pollution/plastic problem the perps have is NOT MY PROBLEM, so why am I being pursued for someone else's research and very possibly, a total fuck up, especially when one considers how much authority they have.
As an example of their authority to change matters, they caused a constriction of the Canadian - US border by reducing the inspection officers when I was crossing N. bound into Canada to cause me to miss the last ferry and stay in a hotel room where they irradiated me from rooms on either side of mine (no sleep that night).
2210h
More off-screen emulatory displays of plasma; the assholes put on a plasma beam that is near identically colored as the web page display, and offset it some 4" to the left. Big fun and games for depraved juvies.
2245h
The moon is trained on me through a narrow window portion; I will not say this was arranged this time, but who knows, as my entire visual field is accessible and manipulable as I learned last year, by way of the perp's accomplishments. Time to blog off, and listen to the patter from whomever shows up in the adjacent parking lot.
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