Fifteen Years On

By the time you read this, the 15th anniversary of this imposed hell will have transpired. That is to say, when I became aware that I was followed, harassed, remotely neurally monitored and controlled to a significant extent. (Now, 100% complete). Though, it seems that I have been covertly monitored, controlled and orchestrated since birth. And the Day of Infamy was just their way of going overt, and escalating the abuse. Or as I ascribe it, berserk and overt. It still astounds me that they would hound the literal shit out of someone for 15 years now, when they had been covertly orchestrating and messing with the victim (me) for the prior 47 years. Why cannot they come out of the closet, make a deal, and complete their research expeditiously?

Though I suspect that the reason might have to do with "sneaking up" on human cognition from a psychic perspective, especially when humans take measurements, and thereby bypass the "measurement problem" of quantum mechanics, whereby the observer is implicitly part of the event. Another clue, possibly related, is that in Hugh Everett's multiple worlds theory, (Wikipedia -with usual caveat, dense read version, readable version) is that a new world is created when one measures or decides something. (Which might explain why the perps so like to hound my ass when I measure something, or even estimate something, or make a decision). But of course we don't see all these worlds, so where do they go, or do they immediately collapse in some kind of "mathematically consistent theory of a universal wave function" the perps want to discover. Don't know, don't care, mostly because I don't have the smarts to put this together. And too, learning disabilities might play into this, if nothing else to cause a delay in comprehension= a differential timing of the cognitive determination of the same meme, and possibly making it asymmetric.

The gory details of their tyrannical onset are in the story (27pp) I re-read part of it recently, and I have "forgotten" a few of the details since, especially someone fixing the front end of my vehicle at the time. Though in hindsight, they didn't need to fix anything; all noise and vibration can be remotely manipulated as I since came to learn. Nor did they need to move my vehicle, to add to the notion that they took it away and fixed it. Said vehicle, my 1986 Volvo 245 was given to my daughter in 2006, and she let it sit in the driveway and didn't use it as far as I could tell. Then she sold it a year later. I never did ask her to whom; perhaps the assholes who run the Gangstalk Hall of Shame.

Never was a vehicle more followed, more subject to extra-conventional weapons and technologies. They even burned a few round spots in the seats. They could even unlock the doors (electric locks) remotely. They could even put the vehicle into reverse while driving forward, unbidden by me, and with no transmission damage no less. At this juncture they were on my ass on the highway (though not with gangstalking vehicles oddly), and a return route presented itself, (and the notion of taking it was planted in mind), and I thought, screw it, I will keep going. Then suddenly the vehicle suddenly decelerated and then went into reverse. I kid you not; its as if the wheels were disconnected from the drive train. By then, I was familiar with Them, and said "OK, I will take the return route", did not move the gearshift and the vehicle proceeded forward at the appropriate speed. I turn off and there is all this snow all of a sudden, and I proceed along with trepidation. At one point I come to a T intersection, and the text and font on the sign was so uncharacteristic that it was like out of Psycho, that I turned around and proceeded back. On the way, there was a highway maintenance truck full of snow. I still don't know what all that was about, but there was absolutely no other snow on this two hour highway drive or at higher elevations.

And upon re-reading the story, (27pp) I see that Ms. C was much more influential in freaking me out in advance of the apartment invasion than I was allowed to recall. Third party references like "that wasn't supposed to happen" and "oops, I didn't mean to say that" more than once were decidedly for setting me up to be totally anxious. Just to think, this same perp operative/asshole pours on the romance a year later, saying that she really loved me etc. and was really serious about a long term relationship. (I was now living in another country and run out of a job). This took me by total surprise, as she was such a confrontational drama queen at times. On my next US visit the perps dashed that possibility by having the US Border Patrol point their guns at me for no reason and give me this bullshit rationale that could of been conveyed at the desk on a piece of paper. Needless to say, Ms. C didn't come to visit me in Canada, so after a few years of lovey-dovey phone calls and emails of diminishing frequency that bullshit was dispensed with. (A few doppelganger sightings were in order though). Another one of those over-the-top stunts to leave me shaking my head, and yet again, asking "what was that all about".

And so as I type, my fingers don't always go to the keys I intend, and I have been keyboarding for over 40 years now. It is very infuriating not to have control over one's fingers. And my constant "companions", masers and plasma projections constantly float in and out of my vision. Masers are blackish blobs, sometimes beams, and are the magnetic equivalent to laser beams. Plasma beams come off anything and anybody, and can replicate patterns, say venetian blinds, except that the projected image will have the wall behind it and the venetian blind pattern is often in another color. All these light phenomenon are transitory, maybe a second or two at most, most often subsecond.

As far as I can tell, I am kept in a densified magnetic field, measured some 1800Gauss in 2009. Back in 2002, the Year the Perps Went Beserk/Overt, it was 180-200Gauss on industrial measuring equipment. (The measuring thing again). Interesting that they let me "discover" this aspect by having a hand compass behave strangely.

04-09-2017
And what is it about being stalked by Asians that was so important tonight at SOF supermarket? I do my usual evening time visit to avoid the gangstalking crowds, and sure enough, there were fewer stalkers around. But an Asian woman and another man were closing in on me as I entered so I took an alternate route in the produce section. She was there in stun-out mode looking up after that, having retraced her path for some curious reason, and lo, if she didn't suddenly come at me to cross my path. Like WTF; from coming at me, to retreated, to standing dumbstruck and then coming at me again, al inside of three minutes of shopping.

I then checked out the new wine section at this supermarket, (alcohol sale laws change slowly in these here parts), and this time an Asian male was on my ass. The "stand in the way" stunt, while pretending obliviousness, and then he tails me once past him. So I decide, fuck it, I will go around to the other side of this divided aisle, and then this Fuckwit tails me and takes a shortcut through the tasting section to get on my ass again while feigning to be shopping by looking up, instead of at me while barreling toward me. So I move along and he tails me down this second route. So screw it, I bail on visiting the wine section and go to the self-checkout. So what was the whole deal about putting the extra obvious tail on my ass? Was it to limit my dopamine response to a whole new (interesting) section of the store? Seems that way; given the insane perp preoccupation with my dopamine state. And what is it about Asians that makes them the most extreme, determined and unmerciful stalkers? One visit to Chinatown (Richmond actually) in Vancouver when the perps were on my ass big time in 2002 convinced me that Asians are the most totally rabid stalkers when they get the word. Something about being remorselessly dutiful when money is waved in front of them perhaps, not to mention currying favor for later work possibilities. They are the most mercenary lot I have come to know in this sordid brutality.

04-10-2017
A wet day in the vineyard, tying down vines all day. (Wet or cold = no headphones, therefore no music to listen to). As usual, the forced finger fumbling and freezing, tool dropping and other snags and hang ups came on, and all the more so when near the end of a row. I cannot quite figure out why three of the crew are creating more work for next year by adding extra mid-cane ties that will need to be removed by Jan-Mar 2018, next year's pruning season. The deal is that one wraps the cane around the horizontal trellis wire and then ties the end of the cane, where there is no bud. That way, one tie does the job. Three of the crew are tying down one or two more places along the cane which threatens to girdle the cane for the 2017 growing season. There were countless ties to pick out while pruning. I never got a straight answer as to why they tied the canes in mid cane last year; all was said in response to my question was, "you weren't here". No I wasn't, but how does that explain anything? It doesn't, and nor is there any explanation for doing it wrong for the second year in succession. There is something about tying down canes the perps just need to discover. And how many thousand years of viticulture has there been, and it is likely the perps were sitting behind this from the get-go. And I did notice masers for the first time floating off the ties as I tied them down on the cane ends today.

Further evidence that the whole thing is rigged; the rest of the crew walked off after getting the call for lunch, and none of them even looked or passed on the message to me, being 40' (at most) furthest away from the next guy. Like, two months ago we all made sure everyone heard the call for break time, even if down slope and 100' away, and I even got a phone call once. Today, nothing; everyone else including the crew boss just trots off. I did NOT have headphones on or any other aural impairment, so what gives? I have seen more than a few of this organized "herding", where I get defaulted to the pre-selected row, often when someone curiously leaves a gap for no apparent reason. That is, they arrive at the row ends ahead of me and instead of taking the first available one, they leave one for me. Weird.

Yoga; back to packing the place again. I go early, and folks are now arriving earlier. The arts dude came in a the last minute to block my direct view of the dishy instructor. The dude-in-the-way-of-the-view-of-the-babe stunt is so tiresome, as it is predictable.

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After yoga onto the LD store, and it was a Caucasian elder fucker who stalked my ass, one aisle to the next, and again for the third time when headed to the checkout. And per usual, nothing in his hand to suggest he was actually shopping, just there to hound my ass. He was alternated with a fat woman who was also on my ass for two path crossings. Then to finish off, after purchasing (always a big perp Fuckover activity), they had a turbaned E. Indian cleaner, arriving an hour early for some strange reason. Did I mention that I find head wear highly Unfavored, as I do beards, as I do males over 20 yo. as I do dark skin? Maybe they should of put him in wheelchair to add one more Unfavored feature to his stalking schtick.

04-11-2017
By 1000h I was able to remove my ski jacket as it finally warmed up in the vineyard. By noon, I removed my scarf. And no less, in this highly constrained abusive straight jacket I am kept in, I was allowed to listen to music on my portable player. Though not without fuckery; someone somehow put it on random play which I totally loathe unless it is a single album, which it wasn't at the time. Then the wrong album played, and I checked it again, and the displayed album was what I selected. And so it goes, this insane relentless sabotage over music reproduction, and most intensely, portable music reproduction.

Another sabotage strike, this time over lighting, specifically, a reading light. My perp abetting mother bought this for me in 2015 as a Christmas present and is made by a company that specializes in reading lamps, and with color balanced daylight bulbs. A one year warranty, and the thing made it 2.1 years, before the ballast crapped out. The light didn't make it past one year. Back and forth with the manufacturer and it "happens" that the ballast is non-replaceable. Like WTF; I expected a whole lot better than the crap Ikea lighting that doesn't make it past one year, and all I got was an extra year out of the deal. Further emails got me some lame-assed excuse about not selling the replaceable ballast (which I was planning to gerry-rig) when they surely did, per web pages.

And we know who just loves to fuck with lighting, and all the more if it is used for reading. The assimilation of information (epistemology) is of intense interest to the perps, as is the attendant lighting while reading. Which partially explains why these weird-assed gangstalkers are walking down the street reading a book for crissakes.

And yes, I am also down an Ikea reading lamp from a few years ago; another sabotaged ballast that couldn't be changed. And at least one earlier overhead low volt Ikea system ballast crapped out, also non-replaceable.

More strangeness of vineyard crew behavior today, the subtle kind. We walked over to a new block (of vines) in the afternoon and two guys were ahead of me and one disappeared, and the other starts the first row. I start the second row, and a following third guy follows in the third row a few minutes behind me. About 15 min. later, I see the single woman crew member in the third row who was well behind in the next block, and the guy who gave up this row to her is now in the fifth row, with the "disappeared" guy returning in the fourth row. All this row shuffling and no one says squat; just this ongoing subterfuge and the accompanying heads-down avoidance. At least they could of made a skit of it or something, even if a feeble one. But no, just this strange tacit collusion of nothing said.

04-12-2017
Another day of tying down vines, this time in the rain. Heavy helicopter coverage today, this time starting with a big ~15 place Sikorsky. Then an hour later the Search and Rescue comes by with their distinctive yellow EH 101. Then another pass when they come back from the airport 30 min. later. More traffic from a local EC 135 later, timed when the afternoon commercial Q-400 passenger flight was coming in, in keeping with the fixed wing-rotary wing combinations they like to put on. With a helipad at at the winery I am sure they will be landing a few there in the coming months, bringing the rotary winged aircraft right to the victim's work area.

Don't forget the perps think long term on this aircraft stalking theme; back in 2012 recall that they put the Search and Rescue EH 101 (CH 149) on my McIntyre Bluff hiking route, having it hover just over the ground some 300m away in an open spot for 20 minutes. Some months later, after the aborted hikes from thunderstorms were over, I "discovered" this same location which became my tanning spot, and to which I have returned many times each year. It is off trail and I don't get stalked by ambulatory personnel, save overhead aircraft of course. In other words, they pre-selected the location I would routinely return to, and had a large three engine helicopter hover there at full power, which is very strange. Normally they look for a landing spot and set down, but to hover for 20 minutes only a few feet from the ground is strange.

No headphone use today for the rain, though 4 of the 6 of us were plugged into their earphones. For some reason the perps want to keep me on headphone use, and thereby, keep me weather dependent as to when I use them. As such, I predict the rainiest summer yet, as they so love to disrupt my music listening experience. Should I get earphones I suspect they will "malfunction" or else get plain uncomfortable, something the perps can gauge and control by remote means, impossible as it may sound. More than ever, my outside music listening is under overt governance, though inside they seem to let me listen often since they got their amplifier sabotage (2x) and subsequent delays done with in  2016. One of the crew warned me off of earphones, saying that it takes many attempts to get ones that fit.

Onto farm work; it wouldn't be the first time I have come to this conclusion, but I swear the perps are up to their infrequent games of doing our work while we are away on break. One guy was two rows over and proceeding in the same direction and was about the same row location, three "panels" (20' each, the span between posts) from the end. When we came back from break he tied vines for 5 minutes or so and then walked off to a new row. I checked out his row and it was complete. It seems "someone" (perps and their remote object manipulating games that is), had done nearly three panels in his absence, all to advance him some 20 minutes ahead of me.

This would not be the first time that farm work was mysteriously done over break time. The most unusual occurrence was the first day of my first farm job in 2008, picking daffodil bulbs. (Reported in this blog at the time). The crew of 20 or so took their first break in the bus, and when we returned the boxes had been stacked and placed in rows for truck pickup. It was most remarkable, as it had to been at least 80 to 100 boxes of bulbs were moved from the rows, placed to the side and stacked. I swear there was no party that came and did this, as no one was around, and it was the crew who were to do this work anyhow. Nothing like this  happened for the next three years of bulb picking, but all the same, one cannot count on object permanence in TI World. Or this world for that matter, as determined by the covert machinations of Thems. Just to think of the possibilities, or more like, astounding ramifications; all such manual labor could be replaced by perp directed remote object manipulation. So why do they put humans through all this toil, and singularly backbreaking toil before the advent of engines, automation and hydraulics?

04-13-2017
All dressed up for work and ready to go, and the call came that there was too much rain. I laid down for a while, and lo, if I didn't start feeling sick. Sure enough, the assholes had me puke up 2 hours after breakfast, brown colored it was. More lying around and then the call that there would be no work today.

At about 1100h the rain abated, and I set off to dispose of the reading lamp (per above), and two pairs of headphones that have been sabotaged. Another holy vehicular gangstalk; post rain, still with wet streets, but one would of thought it was a big city commute for all the road traffic. All that coverage to accompany me to the recycle depot to drop off the sabotaged items. (There must be a French suffix for this; sabotageail?).

Still more gong-show vehicular gangstalking levels on the way back, the assholes screwing me out of making a second stop concerning lighting. As in replacing the above mentioned reading light they took out.

The landlord came by and told me his tale of woe over keeping the house. (He and his wife live in a house on the property, I live in a separate carriage house, but the utilities are shared, no separate metering for me). It seems he wants to crank the rent up, and put it in terms of "helping us make a decision" about keeping his house or renting it out. Which would mean that he would have to coordinate the groundskeeping. And it would mean having some other party 60' away, and most likely a perp-selected disruptive one. (Read kids/dogs at my door or some such unconstrained yobbo behavior I predict). It has been a cold winter for sure, and I am never really sure where the landlord is coming from, as he has been known to cast BS in the past. Going back three years he said he would consider dropping the rent if my power usage was low. I didn't use the air conditioner much the next two summers and then he raised the rent. Given that he is a realtor, he is streets ahead of me in silver tongued skills.

A trip to the tanning salon was another high gangstalking event; a seeming convergence of freaks. An overweight fugly vagrant, two young women, one native Indian and the other Caucasian with huge holes hacked in her jeans, enough to see her underwear. And why on earth would a medium brown native Indian need a tan? And a black haired Caucasian woman preceded me into the salon. All too often they like to present deep black shiny hair, possibly related to the time I had a Newfoundland dog (all black, 1973-78) and the then-wife always slacked off on combing his hair, so I always did it. In other words, lots of deep black hair contact.
                                                                                   
04-14-2017
A day off, and I was finally allowed to get hiking at the trail head at 1200h, which absolutely pisses me off. I want to start at least 3 hours earlier, even if it is a 3 hour hike, and I haven't been able to do better than 1100h in the four years I have been doing this same hike. "Something" just comes up; today it was vacuuming this place, after getting up too late (10 hour sleep). The vacuuming was needed in part because I have been killing at least 20 ants a day during this high ant invasion season. The assholes even had one climbing around on the visor of my vehicle for crissakes.

And the usual cast of freaks on the trail; the dude swarm, the dudes-in-shorts pair (10C, crissakes), and the shirtless male when there was hail (and intermittent sunshine). Said Fuckwit was part of a couple that tailed me up and down, something highly unusual on this particular trail. But not unexpected in the sphere of being gangstalked all the time.

I learned that my work buddy of last year, with whom I had many interesting conversations, and who now works elsewhere, smashed his kneecap on a winery job. He has had surgery and has pins and his knee is totally immobilized. I maintain there are no such thing as accidents in my sphere, those who know, or once knew me. As they are in on this whole charade of having an orchestrated existence, so what kind of deal did they cut for that to "happen"? Don't know; perhaps there is a payments spreadsheet, based on the degree of victim (me) involvement, and in order beget higher payment (or opportunities) they get injured. The perps tell me one day I will be allowed to know, but who can believe them?

04-15-2017
Anniversary of the Day of Infamy, aka, Total Life Invasion, and Onset of Relentless Abusiveness and Ruination. I worked today, to make up for the rain-out two days ago. All by myself as it turned out, being let in by the vineyard manager. A dull and boring day, pulling old tendrils off the irrigation lines and ensuring none of the irrigation hanger clips were missing.  The weather let up mostly, and after 1000h I got to listen to my portable music player. That is always a benchmark of the harassment level, for whatever reason.

In the evening, I visited above colleague who has the repaired kneecap and a leg in a cast. It will be two months before he is on his own pins. I did the "care bear" thing; bringing him food, music and books. Plus that earthing pad that I cannot bear to use on my bare feet as they get too cold. It seemed like I was on autopilot the whole visitation, some three hours. Not the usual reflective and responsive nature of my normal cognitive self, such as that is in these circumstances.

And still I cannot get any empathy from anyone in having prostate cancer. He never asks anything, like "how is it going/looking?', but it is not just him. I haven't had any interest from my daughter in 10 months. What is it, some big joke that I am not in on? Call it empathy restriction and containment for now.

Said colleague "needed" to go to the jar store to get some alcoholic refreshments, as it is difficult to pack things when on crutches. I drove us there, and while there I got the two (gangstalker) dude  pinch. A pair of them, and they split apart as if coordinated and then come from each side of this 8' display toward me and my colleague. One stopped, picked up a case of beer, the other came in close, "needing" to get to the same cooler case by managed "coincidence". He then tailed us on the way to the checkout. Said Fuckwits tailed us out the store, and then in their vehicle for a block.

04-16-2017
And what is it about the perps screwing me out of taking my wallet when going out? They pulled this shit a number of times, but backed off to once/year for the last five or so. Now, twice in three days they pulled this shit. At least they didn't have me find out at the checkout, but one never knows what juvenile fuckery variations are coming down.

Another perp trick of considerable consistency is blocking me from videos when first wanting to see a new artist on Youtube. The notion (planted no doubt) to see GS of JA came to mind so I looked her up and selected one, and lo, if no audio would come through. Screw that, so the next day, I tried again. That the video took 10 minutes to load surely wasn't a fluke either, then it suddenly came on when I was browsing something else. Call it another repeat instance of the staged intro; delayed start, then first only visual, then audio only, then both together. This follows an unrelated DVD that strangely "failed" yesterday, freeze framing after watching it for 40 minutes.

Anyhow, enough of the litany of extra-conventional abuse in this Contained Universe.

Constant Website Access Obstruction

11-28-2016
yahoo, amazon, blog spot etc.

now, after wanting to order some more expensive supplements to counter the cancer the assholes gave me, they obstuct the very site I wanted to get my order made up. And if that weren't enough, to add insult to injury, they screwed me out of getting this done last night.

yoga tonight after 8 weeks off due to the harvest/cellar hand job. but they haven't finished screwing with that, as my regular power yoga on Monday nights has been replaced by something lame. Instead, I went to the later class of hot yoga. The only hotties there were the two E. Indian girls with heavy tattoos, the rest were all fat. And two other males, one who needed to hound me while taking off my coat, and then again he needed to exit when I was entering. What is this constant bullshit about meeting others (gangstalkers) on the other side of the door who just "happen" to need to go in the opposite direction? All because they  couldn't get it together and sit down on their mat in the first place? I cannot count the number of times when weirds need to enter the clearly marked exit when I am exiting the mall for example. At the GCSS in town, with entrances and exits some 60' apart, four times in two visits I get gangstalkers going in the wrong direction as I am entering or exiting. In the latter instance there is absolutely no excuse as all the checkouts are lined up at the exit, so there is no sane excuse for anyone to enter the store there.

More of the he-she tag teaming at the service desk at the car repair shop three days ago. The met-before male is at the desk talking at length to another customer and finally finishes up. He indicates to me that he needs to depart and will be back. In his place arrives the woman staff member known to me as the one who was measuring her hips, waist and bust (yes) in public view in the back room with a yellow steel measuring tape while I was waiting for my car to be fixed last time. Fine; she hears out my vehicle complaint but doesn't seem to know much about the problem and lo, he comes back, I tell my story again and ask for a Saturday appointment. He tells me that only the apprentice works Saturdays and so I need to book a week day. I do, hoping that can get a ride with someone else that day. But what was the point of having her come out and sit there, eventually sitting beside the guy who had a better perspective on what might be the problem and what the appropriate staff allocation is? Was it that the perps wanted me to energetically interact with her gorgeous jet black hair? Or is the "vibe" of her steel measuring tape games still coming off her two months ago and needs to be registered on me as some kind of energetic interaction study? Or is it the same old trick of swapping males and females at checkouts, this time at a service desk? No idea, and all the above suggestions could be flat wrong. So it goes, this dynamically arranged mystery tour, and that includes the behavior of so many seeming normal people.

(On the topic of gorgeous jet black hair; there has been quite a few gangstalking posings, especially on public transit 2004-2011, where I get a deep black haired woman in front of me and I am to admire her hair. The long prior synchronicity is when I owned a Newfoundland dog from 1980-88, which was all deep black shiny fur, all 150lb of him. Every time the dog needed to be brushed the then-wife would always leave it to me which I thought was mighty curious at the time. There seems to be have some kind of advance plan to it, all that physical contact with jet black hair. Now I get to look at black pair posing for various durations, depending on the set up. And to put a more speculative point on it; don't forget the ML imagery and suggestion I get planted with all the time and her hair color.)

11- 29-2016
The on-off disappearing cursor trick in Blogger continues, now for the fourth consecutive day. 

And a confluence of clothes purchases is on; from STP in Wyoming, CS in Vancouver BC, and the local Marks store here in Penticton. All under the"need" to get warmer clothing on account of the colder weather. And all the more now that I am working outside in the vineyard again, this time cutting canes for grafting buds from select varietals and clones.  All I want to be is left alone, and that especially includes my finances and the spending I am forced to do, as some items sit around for years before they are used. Others never get used; so what is the point of that?

And the perps know my clothing styles; take winter clothes as an example. Bomber jackets are awful on me, likely with perp arrangement; they lift up and expose my clothes underneath, and on more severe harassment moment, they expose bare skin. Therefore, I never buy them. And so what happened in late 2011? I bought a ski jacket, bomber jacket style, and as warm and wind protective as it is on the street, it is totally useless for outside work due to aforementioned problems. So why on earth did I "forget" this very intrinsic/necessary style choice in winter clothing and purchase it then? All to have it sit around, though it did once get dirty enough somehow when in my vehicle trunk to get dry cleaned.

Another stunt was to have me purchase a mid-thigh ski jacket for outside work and "decide" that the blue color was wonderful. It was and is, but totally unsuited for the constant dirt action that outside vineyard work is. (Or more likely, that the perps exploit and plaster onto my garments). So now I wear this blue ski jacket as winter street wear, and will get a similar black colored jacket in the above mentioned clothing order confluence. Why cannot I be left alone to my own instincts and get the appropriate colored (and length) ski jacket suited for the job? I know how these assholes operate, and that is to flick dirt onto light colored clothing and somehow it does not come out after cleaning it. Relentless attacks on clothing and cleaning; why is this so important to the perps for crissakes? Not a day goes by that I don't scream at them over some extra-conventional trespass and tell them to leave me and my belongings the fuck alone.

Games over temperature continue; my residence was at least 2C colder for some reason this morning with the heater set at its normal temperature. My vehicle continues to have heater problems, and the perps screwed me around and delayed me in getting on with making and appointment to fix it. My own internal body thermostat, if you will, continues to concern me as even a mid day body temperature comes in at 36.4C. Not the best thing when one has cancer, and is even a common collateral-effect.          

11-30-2016
Order obstruction again, invoking a phone call, and the blow off about my membership needing to be renewed (without any notice) was bogus. Apparently there was someone else with the same name who had a similar problem; how lame is that. But my ordering woes were not over; the customer service person on the phone line could log into my account and see my order, but I couldn't. I kept getting the "site unavailable", also misleading as only the page was unavailable. Then the service person insinuated that it was "my server that was the problem". I don't have a server I explained, and that was the end of that bullshit. Then I was accused of ordering something not in the catalog and that caused the problem. How could I do that in the first place, and furthermore, I had only decided at the last instance while on the phone to do so. A runaround with a dip shit over the phone to say the least, getting back to one of the perps' favorite jerkarounds, order obstruction. Finally she got it; "what is it that you want to do?" Order the merchandise in the cart that I cannot get to, and it finally got done. But telling her to investigate how to fix the problem with the web page was too complicated to ask for. So what was that all about? To force me to order my supplements from this outfit over the phone and annoy me in the process instead of a web order? It fits the harassment pattern.

Three days of cutting vine canes so far this week, and plenty of helicopter coverage for whatever reason. At least 10 on the day, differing models. Yesterday one came over the hill and directly at me, and I thought it was going to land at the nearby tasting room where there was a designated helicopter pad. But no, some 60'over the terrain comes the yellow and blue A-Star (a regular heli-stalker in these here parts) and flies exactly overhead and continues to hug the terrain, save this 100' deep gully at the S. end. It circles the adjacent airport radio tower and then crosses to the other side of Skaha Lake. Like WTF; why do they need to fly so low and then circle a radio tower for crissakes? How did they have me lined up to fly overhead of me before they came over the hill?

If that weren't enough yellow aircraft action, a fixed wing water bomber aircraft subsequently takes to the sky and does 1.5 hours of circling over the airport, going into wider circles, presumably to get closer to where I was by increments. This arranged rotary wing (helicopter) and fixed wing (wing aircraft) tag teaming hasn't gone unnoticed in past years, and this seemed like another such event. Interesting that both had yellow livery. And even more interesting is that we are going to have 12 new members of the crew tomorrow for cane collection, and one of them is a helicopter pilot. It just doesn't add up.

12-01-2016
The full crew today, and in keeping with the selective introduction games, my ride was late, and everyone but one was there. Cute; and these staged introductions "happen" all the time now, much increased since 04-2002 when all this insane shit and abuse rained down on me and has been relentlessly imposed since. I got to chat with some of the hands from last year, which was nice. At least four of them were friendly again, not always a given in this world of selectively withdrawn behaviors. Plenty of helicopter coverage again today, but nothing like the low above terrain flight of a few days ago No helicopter pilot on the crew it seemed, though two guys didn't introduce themselves. And I don't think either of the two slim Quebequois girls were helicopter pilots, given the rag-tag van they came in.

More lame-assed order interference;

Dear...

 

Thank you for choosing....

 

Unfortunately, the '...toque..' is unavailable. Due to an inventory error this item was displaying online when it should not have been. Please let us know if you would like to select a different item of similar value or if you would prefer to have the order canceled/item(s) omitted.

Omit the toque and ship. How did you know that I ordered this item (of a different brand) from elsewhere and now didn't need the item anyhow? And that due to total mind control fuckery, I "forgot" that I had just ordered a similar toque within the last week. And too, ordering a toque would of been totally unnecessary had not my extant toque didn't strangely disappear on a single leg of my shopping trip and wasn't found at the business establishment that would of been the most likely place of its disappearance. And have I not mentioned the relentless fuckery over hats that has gone on since 04-2002? I cannot be allowed to wear a hat, typically a toque in the winter, without it moving by itself on my head, usually the top gets lifted up by an inch or two. And how did my summertime bucket hat of four years suddenly get ripped up in the washing machine a few months ago, its final laundering of the vineyard growing season? Just relentless and senseless fuckery over hats. It seems that somebody wants to change up the fabric (more than anything) and color of my hats much sooner than would ever wear out. My new toque just had to be cashmere for crissakes.

12-02-2016
More cane cutting in the vineyard, then loading bundled canes in the bins and then truck, and then later, pulling the canes from the vines. Full task scope today. And two storms into the deal; snow in the morning, and then rain in the afternoon. And cold on both accounts. And the late day dinge onset; it seems like it would be 1600h (sun goes down behind the mountain at about 1500h) going by the light levels of a few days earlier when in fact it is only 1500h. By manipulating the cloud colors and their predominance, and their location, it seems the ambient light levels can be highly manipulated later in the day. I don't know what the perps get from this, but they sure like to plant a responsive depressive reaction on me. Somehow, they know I loathe dingy light conditions and play it up. Throwing snow and rain into the mix, along with cold fingers today, makes it all the more interesting for them I suppose.

Another pre-sundown game they like to play on other days is to allow a shot of direct sunlight peeking under the cloud cover for some 10-20 minutes before the sun goes down. The perps have no end of interest in direct sun illumination, and it seems, all the variations into night time. If one wants to apply this controlled world notion to planetary genesis and subsequent geological developments, this here Earth Lab could be one spinning top, and tilting its axis some 23 degrees adds all that seasonal variation that also seems to be such a big part of the perps' experimentation games.

The van-living Quebequois girls on the work crew had their wardrobe tested today; one had gaudy pyjama bottoms outside of her pants in an attempt to stay warmer. Talk about color clash clothing with her checked jacket. The boss man donated some clothing for them to wear, and the one with the tight fitting pants (on attractive slim legs) was wearing stovepipe-like rain-pants today. I suppose that is how it goes, these wardrobe changes the perps find so essential are of course, weather governed. The cute one is bundled up so much that I can barely see her face.

The vehicle got fixed today; the thermostat was stuck open somehow. A $200 bill hurts enough, and I don't need any more of this crap. And the he-she tag teaming at the service counter was on again, time for payment. She of the jet black hair, got to sit there (not looking particularly pretty) at the counter doing nothing much, while the guy (of the above mentioned gangstalk vignette) took off to get something, and his father returned in his place after five minutes. The ongoing stunts, feints and delays etc. while about to purchase, or otherwise engage in a financial transaction is endless, as it is senseless.

12-03-2016
Saturday, working in the vineyard doing cane collection; cutting, pulling, bundling and packing the bundles, all in one day no less. And too, I got to drive the boss' ATV for the first time. Cold, but I was warm with foot warmer inserts in my boots. And hand warmers stuffed in my gloves. These seem to have magnetic qualities, and giving off heat might also fit the perps' energetic games requirements. I have given up on trying to figure out what their game is, though if one accepts that there is an energetic ether, and many of these electromagnetic, thermal and even chemical eruptions/stunts serve to perturb the energetic ether around me, you have a good start. 

12-04-2016
As it turns out, one of the crew is a helicopter pilot; he is helping pull canes and bundling them. Two more Quebecquois joined the crew today, a couple. And something about baggy pants on males that I need to see for whatever reason, not that I like baggy pants on anyone, male or female. 

Even the weather cooperated to some extent, the deep dark clouds staying to the N and not covering the sun. Though they pulled a small snow storm for 20 minutes after our morning coffee break for whatever reason. They seem to like an added white color on the ground for short durations. Not unlike the gangstalker assholes bringing their frozen grocery goods purchases ahead and behind me at the checkout.

Enough nonsense for a week, and now to post this.

Power Washing Sabotage

10-21-2014
What is it about power washers that the perps like to sabotage so much? Yesterday, the electric cold water power washer was on the fritz; loosing pressure, then regaining it, only to stutter and repeat the cycle. I was washing winery bins and tanks, and found this continual washing pressure fluctuation to be highly annoying, if not near dysfunctional.

At the vineyard/winery we are on the fourth power washer, and the above mentioned one is the most reliable. The two big box store purchased ones didn't cut it, and one was cannibalized in an attempt to fix the other. The electric power washer came last year and has run for two hours on one job, and not on most others. Then the used Banda/Honda one came a few months ago that has a gasoline engine with a diesel heater to heat the water, and lo, if the thing wasn't plugged up, and once fixed, it won't start because of a solenoid problem. But it has a starter pull cord, and lo, the cord won't retract, and it cannot be manually started either. Today, the electric power washer behaved itself for the most part, save the first 20 minutes of fluctuating pressure.

Power washer sabotage goes back to the early 1990's when I first rented one. It started fine and ran for ten minutes until I had to shut it off for some external reason. After that, it wouldn't start at all. I took it back and they told me it was likely a pump problem. Like WTF; a long running small business that takes excellent care of their rental tools, and lo, it wouldn't work. As mentioned in past blogs, the perps are consumed with the properties of water and it sources; e.g. rain water, lake water, irrigation pipes and colors, faucets, fittings and PVC glue color, valves etc. So I suppose, power washers represent another link in the chain, this being a particular delivery type for pressurized water (and noise). And too, they encourage other proximate neighbors to do power washing too.

Yoga was yesterday, and there were a few unusual events in the gangstalk theme. One UK accented male (seen before) clammed up once I detected the accent and he was in the furthest corner from me. Some ten minutes into the class this fat oaf of a male comes in and sets up beside me. There were plenty of other vacant spots, but no, he made a beeline for this one beside me. Worse yet, he was wearing brown colored shorts (two Unfavored on top of the first two, male over 20yo. and being fat), and was clearly out of his league (wheezing and gasping as he was) as to the yoga poses. I have never seen this Fuckwit before, and it all looked way too obvious as a planted shill. Some yoga snobbery perhaps, but if the gangstalk scene is so highly choreographed as to EVERYTHING, especially at yoga, I get plain annoyed at any diminution or perturbation of this rare respite (somewhat) in any given week.

The darling pixie yoga instructor was her usual perky self, and wore tights that looked almost like batik, with the lurid colors and color mixing. In other words, it wasn't so easy picking out her gorgeous form. Though the pattern and color on her tights was suggestive of tattoos, and I am sure that was deliberate, as the perps know I loathe the sight of tattoos. And yes, there were a few discrete tattoos among the 12 women classmates, unlike last week when one had a 6" diameter tattoo design on her shoulder. Last week was also interesting as it was a Fat Girl instructor, but they put the lithe Star Girl between me and the instructor. That is, one to engage my "attractiveness meter" and the other to engage my Unfavored Feature loathing, or more like, subconscious traumatization/repulsion that was invoked during the "lost years", aged 2 to 5. Not that I was "lost", but nearly all my recall was wiped. Two of those years were in Montreal, a special place for MKULTRA activities at that time, 1956-59. [Rare overhead helicopter noise overhead as I wrote this at 1920h (dark)].

More cleaning at the winery, most of the day. The boss man has gone to Vancouver and the boss lady is gone too. I get to feed the cat in the morning. Which means for the perps, they get to abuse and harass me (like usual), but I get to yell at them out loud (vocalized complaints) instead of using hoarse whispers of the same content; e.g. swearing at them when they flick water in my face, pull the power washer wand from my grasp, kink the hoses for the umpteenth time of the day etc. This pattern of being "abandoned" to be harassed all the more was evident back in 2004 when my  perp abetting brother would give me gardening jobs and then take off to be absent when extra harassment was applied. Nothing new there.

10-22-2012
A shooting incident on Parliament Hill, with tragic consequences.... Press the next button up on the world events blender, as in creating more strife, angst and internecine problems. I don't mean to trivialize or be trite about such tragedies, but it just seems that that firearms use and dying perpetrators are just what the perps live so much.

Mail holdups again; my forklift certification was sent Oct. 09 and had to travel from the source (college) to the PO, all of four blocks, and then to me, two blocks from the PO. I don't see why the regular post office snail mail should take so fricking long. Ditto, on my CD order; sent from Portland OR on Oct. 05, and gets here today, along with the above mentioned mail. And did they really need to rip off a corner to find out the contents were exactly as described?  I doubt it, if they can X-ray baggage at airports, X-ray shipping containers etc.

10-23-2014
A big day in perp land; visiting the urologist for a prostate exam. Not only that, the paranoia they have inculcated me with over the past two months about having prostate cancer due to increased urination has been dispelled by way of the PSA test result. A 3.5, down from 4.7 six months ago, and I am declared to have a good prostate health, and will need to see the specialist in a year. So... why all the increased urination that began after Labor Day. Stay tuned, another test and who knows. Another Rx in the interim to see if there is a result. Possible spasms of the bladder or ureter or whatever. I know a crowd who can deliver spasms from a distance; back in the early 1970's my eye lid would spasm on me, and I saw the doctor who prescribed a tranquilizer and lo, that fixed it. Now I know how that one got started and ended.

And of course extra games going on before and after the momentous day (for the perps). I drove to Naramata to get a food order, my nuts and seeds thing. And of course I get brazil nuts as they have lots of selenium in them, good for prostate health. All to find out that I could of got the usual pecans. But as these brazil nuts are from Peru, and possibly the S hemisphere, that just might be the real reason the perps cooked this one up in the sequence they did. They like me to interact with Australians and others S of the equator.

A very gusty day, and lo, if the last time I drove to Naramata about a month ago, why, it was very gusty too.

Other bullshit tonight was that a mug hanging from a securely fastened cup hook fell down and smashed my glass teapot. Yes, you read it right; the mug was hanging, like it always does (18 months worth here) and then this horrific crash noise erupted, but I could not see what happened by looking at the kitchen counter where the noise came from. I am inured to loud noises coming from nowhere, and thought it was all about scaring me shitless. A few minutes later I visit the cupboard and there is all the glass shards on plates and bowls below. The assholes broke a glass coffee carafe back in 2003, and they let me see it cleave apart from some unbidden force. Within a month, they broke the Bodum glass teapot, the variant with the plastic handle attached to the glass. I bought the same teapot, though this time it came with a glass handle, which looked more classy. About 2009 the teapot was still important enough that the perps had me replace the plastic infusion basket with a stainless steel one. I fear that this model might not be findable again and I am going to get stiffed with a inferior substitute. They plan such details well in advance.

And will this carnage ever end? Yet another school shooting, not at the begging or end of term, but tragic all the same. And why do the perps want blood, gore and dying students/victims in educational contexts. In April of this year, there was five Univiersity of Calgary students knifed by a rampaging student, though off campus.

And to add my piece of possible related speculation into why massacres are so frequent at schools and among students; it just might relate to the Perps' Objectives, as they like to hound my ass whenever I learn something, reject knowledge that is erroneous, and by extension, the whole of epistemological theory. That is, the perps are also consumed by the theory of knowledge, and where it may come from, how it was formed, used etc. Way back in about 1988 I went to a GIS (Geographic Information System) conference in San Antonio. I found a seat at one presentation, and like now, the seats beside me remained unfilled until the lecture started, and at the end the fellow who took the seat mentioned something to me, and I replied, and he said something to the effect of the difficulty of defining knowledge. I agreed it was loose concept, and that was the end of that. In hindsight, that person was probably a perp operative and was instructed to drop the concept in my mind. I am presently reading "The Fabric of Reality" and one of the four main quantum world pillars is epistemology. Anyhow, just conjecture, but what I know from where, whom, in what context and all possible facets is of extreme interest to the perps.

10-25-2014
Saturday, and off to the vineyard/winery to check on the five fermentations going on. Only for two hours or so, as the boss man is back from Vancouver and will likely not want me working any extra time. He had me take two days off in advance to negate extra hours.

And lo, if the same kind of vehicle trains, (single lane vehicular gangstalking formations) of red, white with escorting grey scale colors weren't in place, going the opposite direction. It was 0900h on a Saturday, and the excuse, aka cover story, of weekday commuters is now blown, if it ever was credible in the first place.

Laundry in the afternoon, different than the usual weekend morning. No half dressed Frenchie wackos this time, but extra laundromat patrons to be sure. Even the owner couple/wife got into it, not staring at me this time, but dressing in mid-brown pants and a fuschia colored top. Way fugly.

The nearby green grocery store was the prime clusterfuck venue of the day; one tubby dude got in way too close at the mushroom section and then went around me to the other side. Within 10 seconds of him vacating my presence, another dude arrived beside me unannounced, one of the store stocker/stalkers. No manners in this town it seems (Penticton). And they know exactly when to close in, as I was loading a paper bag full of mushrooms for the week ahead. Said tubby dude later reprised gangstalking around the corner of an aisle, "happened" to be ahead of me at the checkout, and was in the parking lot too when I exited.

Shopping for a replacement teapot last night turned out to be pointless; I met the elder blonde woman at the kitchen section who didn't know what Bodum was, even if that particular department store is listed as retailer. Ditto for the iconic Seattle coffee chain; though she was young, her nose seemed to be featured with her forward facing nostrils that were plenty visible. (Hmmm, I wonder if this another Unfavored feature as two prior stalkers this year had very similar nostrils?)

Besides the teapot smashing yesterday, many things have become extra kinetic over and above the extra kinetic objects I experience every day. If two items are side my side, and apart, and I reach to grasp one of them, why, the other will vibrate and move by itself, with no contact from me or the grasped object. This escalation of extra kinetics has crossed the line from barely plausible and statistically untenable to totally implausible for every instance of such an event.

Ditto this morning when I finished my shower after shaving; one look in the mirror and lo, a black pubic hair (very bent and contorted) was on my face.  I don't have any such colored pubic hairs whatsoever; so how did it get there and from whom? This hair placement prank/harassment has also been escalated in the past month or so, and at the most improbable moments; long (5+") blonde hairs, ditto for black ones, and often timed during when I am plucking my own hairs from my cheeks. Cheek and chest hair plucking is almost always accompanied my blackish masers following the extracted hair as I flick it into the sink, or else following my fingers in cleaning off the tweezers. Often, the same hair is teleported back near the facial location it was extracted from during a moment's inattention. So what is it about hair that the perps find so intensely vital? Do they have certain properties as they grow, and do they need to have my hairs energetically interact with those of others in my presence? And of course, like anything else that goes down the drain, the perps find that fascinating too.

The perps' hair obsession goes way back I suspect. Three Newfoundland dogs, serially owned, had long black coats. The last Newfie was when my ex and I were together. I could never figure out why the ex would not ever comb the dog's coat and leave it to me to do. It was combed every  8 weeks or so, probably not often enough, and it was plenty obvious that the dog's hair needed maintenance by the time I got to it. And it isn't too much of a surprise that some of the female gangstalkers have long black gorgeous manes, the most noticeable recent occurrence being at yoga. She "happened" to be driving by when I was on my way there, and effectively vehicularly (in lead ahead mode) gangstalked me to the parking lot outside yoga, and then inside the practice studio. I hadn't seen her before, and perhaps she was there just for that. As mentioned above, I was distracted by this late arriving male oaf for much of the class. Anyone else out there in TI hell get these hairs of foreign origin dropping in on them?

10-26-2014
A hike today, after working on wine fermenting at the vineyard. I was to pick up 25lb of onions at the farm where the trailhead is, and dutifully phoned ahead per instructions, but no one responded to the messages on the answering machine. So.... another visit there sometime soon to get this one squared away. A hike in some rain, cloud and both females of the gangstalking hiking couples wore deep red tops, not unlike the red wine I was working with. And too, my vehicular escort on the way there had me covered with a deep red colored vehicle, swapping one out for another, three different vehicles the same color in all, plus others coming the opposite direction.

And it is late October, and still the motorcycle presentation "offensive" is still on. I am talking about them being parked on the streets as visible props; there are now ten regularly parked within two blocks of me along all my access routes to my residence. Yet again, in the pre-harassment days, it was a given that displaying parked motorcycles in front of one's house was an invitation to certain motorcycle gangs to steal it. But now, for some reason, the perps need to populate my locale with them, and no thefts whatsoever. Funny how that happens. And for all the MKULTRA and contemporaneous stories of organized child abuse, I still don't have a handle on why motorcycles could be part of the perp's abreaction baiting games.

Late Sunday evening, and I am not feeling too inspired for any more reportage, read, remotely applied invasive mind dithering. Nothing new there.

Anything Goes

1120h
A dumbshit title today, as I was totally blanked out as to what to call today's blog posting, as the perps haven't been so evident today, once I settled in at the PC. The noise run up before getting up was atrocious, and it was kept going when I got up and dressed (a prime noisestalking event), put the kettle on, made up my cereal and only ceased when I finished my crunchy breakfaset cereal.

There were the usual pranks and crumb games at breakfast, the bread attacks have been most virulent of late. They created a longitudinal "rip" through the loaf, so every slice comes with a 3" tear that is the putative cause for the myriad crumbs that "arrive" on my plate, even if the delivery physicality doesn't conform to conventional understanding. This daily torn bread then becomes a rationale for chunks of it to drop off, hang in a differnet plane, or otherwise be jerked with. The bread tear has also been used as the site of punching craters in the bread, a steep sided hole that likely has much more significance for the assholes who put it there than I can ascertain.

The perps pulled a stunt on me in the bathroom that was a first; one of their harassment fixations is the color of my prescribed medication, one white pill and four yellow and white capsules. The connection is that every Monday I "forget" to take my medication as I am at my parent's place and don't take it with me. Invariably, there is more gangstalking oriented around the color yellow. Today, the perps placed a black colored seed on my hand just after I put the medication in my mouth. As I kept trying to get rid of it down the drain, this seed kept coming back. This infernal juvenility was extended to the point that I got pissed off and yelled at the assholes. The black seed "disappeared", but while yelling at the perps, all five pills were stuck to the roof of my mouth, confirming that this is a key area for perp fuckery. Anyhow, it was all over before I was allowed to know what is going on, but it serves as an example of how highly controlled everything is.

I was allowed to get to sleep in about 30 minutes last night, a near record for a Monday. I had to listen to the overhead pounding of the concrete floor/ceiling, the noise of someone walking with very heavy feet as if it were a wood floor. Go figure, and the pounding noise comes without the vibrational quality it had before. There were no planted dream games that I can recall, and for the first time in at least six months, my sleep duration was less than 9 hours. Simply stunning, and getting back to the lifetime normal.

1345h
A retreat to past form was imposed for lunch; until I moved into this apartment the perps had me eat my leftover portion of tortillas direct from the fridge by having me put them on a new plate and take them directly to the table. No fuss, no muss. This was at variance with the past four years where I reheated them in the frypan. Today, I got mind-fucked into reheating them for the first time in this apartment, and yes, it was a full-on noisestalked event. Nothing exciting in this news, but I am sure it is a big deal for the small minds that control me like this.

1735h
I have returned from my gym class via the bus; the perps put on a driving storm for me to walk there, and then laid on extra rain for my return, so "I", in the collective mind controlled sense, took the bus back. Not that it was unplanned; my five gangstalkers arrived at the bus shelter in short order, one in ridiculous blue-purple sweater, not even a coat for the inclement weather conditions. There were at least three other gangstalkers in summer time dress while outside. I wore my blue fleece and an a Gortex shell over top. As I rarely wear this combination, the perps put on an extra special contingent of blue gangstalking vehicles and ambulatory operatives. The perps were also heavy on packing the males around me, at the gym, and at the LD store that for the first time, was only lightly gangstalked instead of the full-on swarms. The perps even put on an adult father and son gangstalking pair, both dressed in the same blue and black anorak. Fucking absurd; I hadn't seen this act before, but here is was. At the gym, at one point in my exercise, they put on 18 males hanging around me, to 25' away, with the usual 70% of them doing nothing at any given moment. I even had an unabashed 6'4" Asian dude loitering around me in a two tone blue outfit while working out, and continuing after I departed from that piece of equipment. Did he want to use it? -not a chance, he wanted to continue loitering which he did, this time with the underneath side of his tongue pressed against his open mouth. Fucking weird to say the least, but the most obvious admission about the perp's attempts to model the inside of my mouth yet.

With the surplus of dudes hanging around in the gym, the perps made sure to put me off my usual routine, keeping me off the free weights again, which they appear to want about every 6 weeks or so. And while doing one foot balancing in the floor exercises, the perps kept wabbling me back onto two feet, just as they do in yoga. The plank isometric exercise was also duly fucked with, as they would not let me stay on my feet and arms for anything more than 20 seconds. I have done a full minute before, and today, they governed down my ability to do this exercise. Fucking rude, and blatantly sick.

My regular two freaks of the afternnon gym class were again featuring themselves, planted in view, and even giving me a side and a back profile. Then with one ahead of me, walking toward the floor exercise room, the other swoops in ahead of me coming from the opposite direction. As the coordinator had not gone to the opposite end to inform the class members, how did Mr. New Bald know when to arrive and insert himself between Mr Ethnic Gut and myself? It is never a mystery to me, they are coordinated by in-eye, or on-retina, instruction. Occasionally one of them will give it away by looking up before they replied, or at least until the perps got near 100% mind control.

1855h
The post-meal digestion period is now bringing on the noisestalking; the "neighbor" water usage and the loud mufflered vehicles from outside. The perps kept me rage-ified through dinner and making the dishes, obstructing my finger control, crumb planting, cheese grating "arriving" after the fact, breaking up the block of cheese, and a few more annoyances that they keep me cranked up about. And while ranting about the sick and gutless asshole trashing my life, the noisestalking starts up simultaneously, adding to the notion of being picked upon. Nothing new there, it is just coming back, making sure that I am the outsider guinea pig, all for their diabolical and timorous juvenility.

I came across an interesting web site about the 9/11 tragedy, a site called Missilegate that has fuzzy footage of something very sinister about the first hit on the World Trade tower; it shows a much smaller winged aircraft, possibly a Cruise missile, coming down at a steep angle and hitting the tower. I don't normally delve into this topic, but what I found interesting was that there was this envelope of a field around the tower, much like what I see all the time in this harassment world. It is very possibly a densified magnetic field in which objects and personnel can be controlled from a distance, what I deal with. Which suggests that the World Trade towers were targeted with extra-conventional technologies that exert action at a distance physical forces, possibly the real method that was used to take them down, e.g by being dustified in the billowing clouds of concrete and steel dust. There are reports that other steel objects, many blocks away, such as vehicles, were "melted" in a fashion, the steel was weakened and the entire vehicle sagged to the ground. I have suspected this for a long time, but I was intrigued with seeing these blackish fields around the tower, which might look like an aberation of the poorly focussed camera until one has seen this very phenomenon in similar circumstances. I will even go so far as to say that the out of focus camera lens was even arranged remotely too, for whatever reason the perps wanted. Perhaps out of focus cameras can pick up this densified electromagnetic fields better than a focussed camera. Who knows, this is all speculation, and somehow feeds the beast. I also got considerable interesting reading about the WWII Nazi advanced technology research from the associated web page of above, the Reich of the Black Sun. I hope you find it as interesting as I did, and it certainly paints quite a different picture of the conflict than I had before, which makes me wonder how it all ended as it did. Why didn't the Nazis make use of these phenomenonal advances, even the Messerschmitt Me-262, a twin-jet fighter, developed in 1943 but was not put into production. It seems that much of it was all too new and needed more development time, even the jet aircraft, a more prosaic explanation. Still, the concept of an unseen hand in control of testing, development, and production of amanents on each side of the conflict comes to my suspicious mind.

2100h
Tonight is a music listening night on YouTube; I am allowed this every three to five days, usually begining with seeing the artist in oblique or darkenend form, and slowly working up to seeing both the video and audio in sync, then the perps desync them, making it an audio experience only. This pattern usually repeats for every artist over a few videos before being alllowed full video. Similarly, I am allowed to see television documentaries with commercial interuptions, an hour in total if Sunday night (two days ago) is an example. The documentary about Enron, "The Smartest Guys in the Room" was on CBC, and lo, if my mother didn't want to see the maudlin Doc Martin on another channel. I suspect the attractive black haired actress, Caroline Catz, in the show is part of the harassment bait. (Regular readers will recall that one of the many sights that the perps feature is raven black silken hair on women, usually attractive ones, which in the long past has been augmented in real life by having black haired Newfoundland dogs, three in total. I never could figure out why my ex always left the dog combing task to me, I was usually pissed that it had been left so long and that she never took this task on. What their fixation about long black hair in its many forms is all about is not known to me.)

2135h
The overhead pounding was heard through the headphones, so that was the end of music sampling. Perhaps they are cutting down on my music sessions, and not letting me do the full evening of samples and videos.

2235h
Like so often, I am not allowed to read a web page for more than 10 minutes; all that factual information is too much for the perps who fuck me out of it by planting a fuzzy maser ball in my central vision. End of that activity, especially if engrossing.

And the perps have reminded me that they deleted all recall of reading the above mentioned Riech of the Black Sun, so in order to retain anything (hopefully) I will need to read it again. That is the downside of information rich content; the perps simply purge it from my recall. They did this with the movies I have bookmarked, and then supplanted my recall by inserting their own permissible version.

Enough ranting, and time to blog off for the day, and ponder what they will think of next.

A 2007 Perp Accomplishment Review

1515h
As I type the "perp" word above, a coughing in the hallway erupts, the standardized sound that has gone on for over half a year. There has been a constant buzz of loud mufflered vehicles outside, the "performance" kind or the plain unmaintained variety. I got two of these vehicles heading the same direction in advance of crossing the street outside my apartment, having just got out of my parent's vehicle, and both of them getting out, when only my mother can drive now. It is all part of the First Feral Family gangstalking, this time outside their vehicle parked outside my apartment block so we could all hear these two loud mufflered vehicles together.

Other Feral Family highlights from yesterday were the TV pixellating in horizontal white bands of pixel spatter at the same moment the adjacent incandescent lamp was flickering. Quite the feat that. Then the blonde and attractive weather meterologist on the local news, whom the perps always like me to see and hear her relaxing vocal patter, had her face greyed in somewhat, making her look just a little freakish. Then later on "Inspector Morse", the perps banded the TV screen with variations on green and purple, making it out to be like old 35mm stock, which it isn't. Naturally, it was the faces that got this treatment, John Thaw's, and an attractive suitor that was a subplot, stoking some faint romantic interest in his grouchy character, unmarried into his late 50's. Like all TV I see, and only once per week, I see that the perps like to ensure I get continued exposure to the various Favored and Unfavored demographic group members, and "coloring" them up with faked video signal "problems" is also part of the game.

1625h
More action before I get onto the topic as detailed in today's blog title. I had a tea and chocolate break; it was preceded by overhead pounding and rumbling, as if someone could do this to 6" or more of concrete floors. Then even more pounding began, that being the cue to getting mind-fucked into yelling at the assholes, and at that moment, an anomalous muscle siezure in my right thigh started up and lasted for 10 seconds. Then while eating the chocolate, the same noises continued with added 2 cycle motorcycle noise, as if a Harley Davidson conference were on outside, and it persisted while doing the dishes. Then the hacking and coughing began in the hallway, also coinciding with other noises that I am not allowed to recall the detalils of. Just another teabreak.

Perp 2007 Accomplishments

I am getting mind-blanked while I attempt to consolidate all their seeming "accomplishments" for 2007, which translates to increased harassment capabilities. In no particular order, the perps have attained:

• 100% mind control, down to the most fleeting and reflective of thoughts, [Postscript - not true, was decieved]
  
• access to all my short term recall; they spent the better part of 2007 chasing down retrospective thoughts as they occured for short term events, less than a few days, and now seem to manipulate even my recall of what I did or saw only seconds ago,
• blatant exposure to seeing an object being controlled by extra-conventional gravitic means, and the perps don't cover it off with a recall blank-out or feigned fumble,
• blatant faked touchings, again, without any pretense that I "bumped" into something; the nearest "cause" can be 18" away or more,
• personal assault, attended to and logged by the local police, all to take a blood sample at a specific intersection, the wound being totally ignored by family members who had to have known this was coming, (and only two days later a multi-racial 6 person massacre in Vancouver- possible coincidence),
• more vision processing interference; an object in my peripherial vision will suddenly become "annoying" for no apparent reason, not even light and reflectance game reasons,
• more masers and plasma events in my vision; it is now constant
• all my ability to maintain a dialog of who did or thought what (me or them), and identify uncharacteristic planted thoughts can now be remotely dithered and controlled; in other words, my knowledge of me is now corruptible and manipulatible,
• all my internal self-talk dialog is totally controlled and manipulated, often with uncharacteristic associations and thoughts, typically constrained to the favorite perp themes of the day,
• any remaining abilities to trap logical inconguities and other errors of "judgement" or physicality can now be controlled and manipulated,
  
• "newfound" recall of long past associations that never happened before, as if my long term recall has improved, when one can be certain my mind-keepers are planting these as they have learned the patterns of my own recall and
• elightene me by way of telpathically planted notions, that are becoming persistent, and which are supported by exposure to the many props, displays, stunts and freakshow gangstalkers they arrange, and that I may have been the recipient of treatments from the infamous CIA supported researcher, Dr. Ewen Cameron of Montreal, when I lived there in the care of my parents in 1956-7, (age 2 to 3). He is widely rumored to have contact in the 1950's with the ever more infamous Dr. Mengle of Nazi death camp prisoner experimentation who appeared to have escaped and was seen in many locations in South America as well; and as a follow on,
• enlightened me in the same way as above, of possible medical tests and traumatizations to 1960 (age 6), supported in a fashion with my odd discrete and fractured memories from that time period where so many significant events cannot be recalled (e.g. arrival of brother at age 3), and also fit the pattern of the above mentioned exposure to the freakshow of Favored and Unfavored demographic group members (gangstalkers), and the huge amount of consistent "featuring" of various colors, clothing, skin tones, gait, comportment and other attributes of the ambulatory gangstalker community.
  

The Indian "thing" continues. (Note, one brother is married to an Indian, or what I usually term an East Indian). This is the perp's obsession over Indian races being shown to me, in person (gangstalkers, one behind me on the bus yesterday), recently "found" websites (Apostate), in online news, especially of late from Pakistan and the Benazir Bhutto assassination repercussions, and on TV, the once per week viewing I typically get when visiting my parents'. I notice that the black raven swirling hair of a shampoo commercial continues again this weekend. Last week only my father was in the room, and when it came on, he suddenly got into his coughing act. Yesterday, it was my mother's turn, standing up to vertically bound my left-side view of this TV commercial as it played, effectively replicating what the perps do with attractive blonde women gangstalkers; putting the less desireable Unfavored demographic group members next, behind or in front of the blonde. Other dishy women in my proximity can also be substituted, especially if I know them from yoga or gym, and it the latter case, one spoke to me at length at a Christmas function while a fugly redheaded male was 8' away, arriving to play the guitar for the concurrent carolling. (Two Unfavored characteristics being red hair and young male, though it could be all males above 20 or so; more 10 to 12 year old boys are "showing up" at gym class and act like adult gangstalkers).

While taking the bus yesterday, the perps arranged for an Asian woman to be sitting at the bus stop at the same time. No big deal there. A grey-haired mid-fifties male was 10' away outside the glass bus shelter in his blue and white anorak doing the pacing back and forth act while sucking on a cigarette. So in effect, the three of us were in a E.-W. alignment, with the pacing act creating the most distance variability (through the safety glass) while the Asian woman and I were seated, some 3' apart. Then I get on the bus first, and lo, if all the seats had one operative (IMHO) sitting in each seat, save one where two Asian women were seated facing me. (Not many of these seat facing single deck buses in this town, but it was on the route today). One Asian woman was in a full length red coat, the other in a black down jacket with striated looking black jeans. Instead of the bus leaving, or any other feint to delay it, the bus sat at the bus stop for two minutes. And lo, if I wasn't then sitting 90 degrees from my last orientation with respect to the same pacing mid-fifties gangstalk act still outside on the sidewalk "waiting" for another bus, this time through the safety glass of the bus window. The bus finally departed, only to go through with this bizarre new habit of stopping at the next bus stop for no reason.

In the course of the bus trip, my back facing the direction of travel, I had three loitering dudes nearby, one playing a short game of peekaboo, hiding behind the rear corner air conditioning unit, not unlike the relentless games my father plays under cover of his dementia act when I visit my parents'. Later, some elderly female wierds get on, an unlikely pair of a light skinned reptilian (bug eyed) Indian woman and a Causasian sitting together across and one seat ahead. For whatever reason, they figured I was the local expert on the "Cedar Hill Church", but they were on the wrong route for that and didn't seem too moved when I told them. The two Asian girls opposite me later asked me about access to the University as we crossed its main access street, and likewise, didn't seem too concerned about it as they stayed in their seats when they could of got off and transfered if it was really where they were headed.

While on this same bus ride, I had a fugly redhaired woman sit behind me, back-to-back with the facing seat configuration and the above mentioned no-choice selection when boarding, and they pulled her some 10 minutes later, and then put East Indian woman with straight raven black hair in her place. I was effectively sandwiched with black haired women in front and behind me. With the facing seat configuration they can place someone closer to me than with the typical one-facing direction bus seats of most of the buses in this city.

As this bus was at the dusk onset time, there was no end of red color testing going on. The above mentioned female Asian's coat was opposite me as some kind of reference it would seem, and there was a huge number of red gangstalking vehicles on the route, motive or parked. And the bus route has more horizonal red neon lights circling the buildings than ever before, a plasma field inside the glass pipe that "happens" to follow the building's outer wall most often at intersection corners, the same locations where the perps devote extra gangstalking activity.

This morning, my mother was on about the red color paper shrouded potted plant she recieved last week, this appearing to be some kind of color test along with the plant material. More and more of these feints involve an object, or a gangstalker in the case of my father, being placed next to the windows and facing outside. She went on about the red color, and then that was a conversational elicitation to for me to "remember" there is a red colored ground cover product that one can place at the base of tomatoes (more red color association) to improve crop yeild. Even both my gardening slouch brothers grow tomatoes and I cannot figure out why, save the harassment and mind-fuck reaearch imperative. As mentioned in past blog postings, even the mention of a color name is often noisestalked, and it is more of a big deal of late.

2005h
The perps are on a beserk streak as I am reading about alien activity of past history, claiming that we are genetically engineered from competing alien races. The stereo music started its pounding, the street hollaring started up, the hallway coughing and hacking, and just now, an overhead pounding with a simultaneous zapping which I was made to scream about. (Muted screams, as the perps suck the air out of my diaphram as I speak to modulate the volume, doing what I would do in more normal circumstances). The big exceitement for them is this site, The Lyssa Royal Page, channelings from a psychic that describe some technical details about the origins of humans, though far from complete or cohesive. That the perps go absolutely beserk with noise and zappings while reading these pages suggests that they have a significant interest in associating what I am reading with much of what they arrange other times for me to see or hear about, e.g. racial topics (straight black hair even), marital fidelity and sexuality, and DNA (recent piece on 60 Minutes about a Caucasian farmer being distantly related to a city negro woman), etc.

2200h
It is New Year's Eve, and I got screwed out of remembering to go on the TI conference call tonight. It is also the excuse for squealing and hollaring in the hallway along with the now prerequisite concrete pounding.

01-01-2008
1505h
The ridiculous street whistling has started up again, and in cacaphonic harmony, the overhead rumbling noise has started to play concurrently. Seconds before that I got a laser-like straightline pain in my right leg near the bone, preceded by "happening" to page down to reveal an attractive woman's face. The perps know what I like in facial features and often place them on my visited websites and then follow with round black skinned (negro) faces in ads. There is a whole lot more to this, and my normal predilections as to attractiveness and resonance of character is also under intense study. That I like call-it-as-it-is analysis without being sugar coated, sentimentalized, self-censored or otherwise bowlderized is also of intense interest, and many of the blog sites that I regularly visit exhibit just this kind of incisive perspective. And lo, if they didn't set me up with at least one blog site where the Vancouver based attractive blonde blogger had a year-end photo wrap-up, and I got to see more pictures of her and appreciate that she was more attractive (in looks and character), emotive and "together" than I had originally thought for the past six months of reading Kerri-anne. The perps like me to have these upward re-appraisals of character, and had duly noisestalked this "discovery" with overhead clunking in the prime-noisestalk time in the run-up before lunch.

Last night, I had at least a two hour infatuation session on YouTube listening to Katie Melua, which took me into the New Year. All the while, if I wasn't gazing in total admiration to her stupendous beauty, I was reading Stereophile, something I had been doing earlier this week. One could assume that the perps put together two topics of interest in one websurfing session that were each individually explored earlier this past week. There is a pattern here, though I am usually the last one to figure it out. Even the usual barrage of aggravating LCD display games were minimized last night, the most egregious being the substitution by planned "mistake" of diplaying a way fugly corded haired negro woman instead of getting Katie Melua's beautiful looks. Which is to say, this fits another pattern, putting the fugly faced, or other Unfavored demographic group members next to, or in this case, in sequence with, the Favored, and all the better that they can sing with "my" attachment/infatuation, while on YouTube.

My, or more like, my mind-fuck imposed attachment and entrancement, in this case with Katie Melua's looks, voice, personality and comportment, was groomed over the course of the late evening, and every so often the perps sneak in, by way of the video, or else by an interjected freak shot (per aforementioned negro woman above) from the Unfavored demographic group. I note that Katie Melua has a mid-aged male skinheaded drummer, and I am sure the perps made sure I got to see him plenty often in the stage videos, often bathed in red or other colored lights. Related to the above mentioned theme of upward re-evaluating my perspective on my web character world (bloggers, performers, artists, writers etc.), I was treated to a in-session clip on YouTube where Katie Melua was telling her producer, then in front of an orchestra of at least 20 members, that the key on a specific bars which she identified were incorrect. To which he agreed. The perp's intent as I read it, was to impress me all the more that Katie Melua has the technical ability and fortitude as a serious and capable artist. Not that I did not doubt that, or in any way consigned her to any lesser status as a musician, but as this was the first time I had seen her articulating her technical musical capabilites in the course of her work (studio recording), my take on her as a musician and a person increased all the more. Anyhow, it seems that the perps are wanting me to have more of these "re-appraisal" moments, in both cases, of individuals of my web world who had become familiar to me in earlier visits.

And a low-key harassment day today, New Year's Day, something most odd as the perps don't respect any kind of holidays or the like. In fact, these have been past targets where they make it worse for me, having me sleeping in my vehicle over Christmas in 2002 as refuge from the pummeling headpains as well as the parents making their vituperative complicity plain as day. And lo, if my shrink at the time didn't "somehow" know to ask me about how I spent the Christmas holidays a few days later, and then get plenty of mileage out of what "I" told her. Of course I wasn't allowed to explain all the contributory details, and nor did she objectively question me as to how it all happened. A big sick joke that, and one that has set the tone of whom I am dealing with every vital moment since the overt harassment began. The shrink then prescribed my usual stimulant medication after suggesting that I might be psychotic from the perp's impositions as to where I spent Christmas. Go figure. Afterward, Ms. C of the story jumped all over my ass while on the phone, and then after I told her about this profound medical "diagnosis"/prescription incongruity, she suddenly went into clam-up mode.

I did not lose any sleep over the fact that Christmas was disrupted then, or even now, as the perps had made sure all the players at the time revealed themselves to be sick minded despicable quislings, which they still are as long as I am allowed to hold my own opinion, which is not usually the case.

I am currently getting the mid-afternoon imposed dimness, where most of the light in the room has been sucked out, especially that over the keyboard and viewing the keys. This must be the new noisestalking, light level diminuition stalking. Though, as I type this, I have been getting the all day long loud mufflered vehicle noises, as if New Year's Day somehow brings out the hotrods for a serial session, a parade of a kind.

After getting to bed at 0030h, I got the fake neighbor revellry noises; all this bonhomie and other celebratory events somehow failed to "happen" at midnight, and only began some 20 minutes later. After that, at least four major siren cascades were scripted, worse than a nightclub area, and this is not one. As usual, they were faked, and not even the siren lights were flickered into my room, something the perps like me to see most of the time.

1645h
The perps have reverted to normal form; the above paragraph was fraught with typo sabotage, one word taking four attempts with all enforced misspellings being the same. They had me yell at them over that, and after I shut the PC down for a tea and chocolate break, they jabbed me in the dick, jabbed me in the hand, clunked the teapot and the kettle and spilled water as if there was physical contact when there wasn't, only the noise and movement thereof. Thene they had me yell at them for that stunt too, and it is back to normal, not that there was any expectation of anything different.

The anti-virus software licence renewal fuckery continues, now in its fourth day. There was no web access to the needed webpages yesterday, and after phoning today, I get another number just for licence renewals, and as it so happens, they are not open today. Same old, same old.

1945h
The enragement games slowed down again after a suitable duration; the big deal seemed to be the tea and chocolate break; they cranked me up before, during and after and then eased off before scripting me for a dinner break, beset with clunking noise. The wind also started up, and even with the now drafting taped ill-fitting window frames, the cool air "somehow" gets in to chill me. Which plays into the recent events of having me wear a sweater over a shirt for the first time in some six years; a dark olive drab acrylic sweater that somehow begot some black sewn-on label fragments that I don't recall leaving there, or even having. That is how long I have not "needed" a sweater, and it would seem this represents more complex testing of color and garment combinations. I note my father has a dark forest green cardigan on these days, and no explanation as to where it came from as he never had it before.

2020h
An "sudden" urge to post this now and prevent another recall deletion about getting it posted just before I log off for the night. There have been way too many forced "forgets" on this account as past blog postings will attest, and funny, I never had the "problem" so bad before. No doubt a number of clunkings and clickings will mark the exact moment I post this, just another day at the office so to speak.

Finally, I am allowed to read this entire posting through, and lo, if there isn't some deeply embedded repetition that I am loathe to spend another 30 minutes repairing. And I see that some of my first paragraphs were deleted, as I found an broken nonsensical reference. Part of the plan, last year and this year.

Tis The Season for Social Isolation

1300h
As this is the run-up to lunch, the perp's first major silly moment of the day, this is just a brief posting while the noisescape escalates, and I note a confluence of glass bottle bashing outside my door, outside garbage truck activity, more glass bashing, a low rumble while logging into Yahoo Groups, and more clicking and pinging noises while I dispatched my spam mail, the only kind I am getting of late.

It is quite apparent that my already highly circumscribed social activity is being managed for even less interaction over this past week, and will likely continue into the New Year, until everyone is back to normal. Even my volunteering was stopped a week before Christmas; there was the expectation of an activity, but as it "happened", they did not have the letter written to then me photocopied en masse for inclusion in a mail-out package. Bizarre, and as there is so much more of this of late, I can only assume it is managed for me to "notice". And it should be mentioned that my ability to notice anything is totally mind-controlled, something that the perps have been steadily encroaching upon all of 2007.

Before the above noise flurry, the perps had me reading a headphone review that was interesting, and while reading it, the hallway voices started up, as did other loud mufflered vehicles outside. The reality is that this is a culmination of the ongoing noise for the last two hours while being online, and having a more focused web page reading session than was allowed yesterday at the same time, when they kept me from reading more than the first sentence or two from each paragraph.

And a deliberate focus on many things Indian in the past few days, and continuing today in the news. Meaning, of the Indian continent, and not only the tragic news from Pakistan yesterday, but also being allowed to watch the first movie in over three years two nights ago on TV, and it was based in Indian culure, titled "Kama Sutra". And I note that the Indian looking Miss France was in the news today, admonished for being too provocative, though it takes much more to earn that acclaim in France than elsewhere, and yet it was a news item on the first news page I look at each day, the BBC news. Anyhow, there will be more on this topic it seems, at continues to be promoted this week. And I also note that the Roma of Romania, aka gypsies, are getting a rough deal from the the authorities there, especially after a number of them were kicked out of Italy some months back. As it "so happens", they are of Indian descent, an tribe that emigrated from India in .......

Related to this topic, is that Indians nearly always have smooth black hair, lovely to look at, and this hair color on Caucasians has been "featured" in a number of TV commercials I have watched at my parent's place while there for the past five days. Nothing new there, but I did note that my gangstalking asshole father got into a coughing jag while we were watching this very commercial at the same time. I should also note that the family had two, and I had one, black Newfoundland dogs at various times, which a have long black shiney coat. And I always thought it was curious that my ex-wife would never comb the dog, deliberately leaving it up to me, no matter how bad the dog needed to be brushed. The "habit" was to leave the dog's coat until it looked bad enough to need combing, and then take multiple brushings over days to conclude the task. All this past staging of long black straight hair, going back decades even, on dogs, or on humans, in pictures or on or with gangstalkers is still playing out, and I have no idea as to what it is about. There have been more than one female gangstalker who has planted herself in my view and flicked her impressive long raven colored locks for me to see, some of them repeating this exercise if there was a cover story of habituating the same location.

Other comparative exposures to colors, fabrics and materials have also been noted in recent blogs, one being a red anoraked (Gore-tex, meaning teflon membrane) gangstalker passing by while we were set up to wait in the vehicle by my mother who was taking inordinantly and inexplicably long while dropping something off at her friend's place. The red-headed gangstalking games are still occuring, but at a much reduced level than the current black hair hair exposures the perps are scripting.

1425h
The darkening down games are starting up; these are when I am somehow manipulated to percieve a oncoming dimness in my vision even if the outside sourced ambient lighting remains unchanged. These light perception manipulations have occured nearly every day, typically at dusk time, but of late have been increasingly earlier to suit some kind of perp research agenda. Or, it maybe to make me turn on a light, even better than training headlights on me from afar. Just another routine jerkaround that is as predictable as the games to enrage me with faked touchings, typo sabotage and the rest of the mind assault they continue with.

Another outrage; a long section of this blog posting was deleted for no reason except malevolent excess. I had a paragraph over the enforced social isolation, more than the usual, and the perps stripped it out. I am fucking pissed.

1540h
the post tead and chocolate yawning imposition has started up; this is a regular event that never occured before the harassment began. Also, the loud mufflered vehicle noise has begun in earnest, so I suspect that I am being scrutinized for residual brown (from the chocolate) energetic interactions. The pouring rain began about 30 minutes before teatime, and the perps duly rage-ified me while having the tea and eating the chocolate with the fake touchings, planted brown colored crumbs, skin jabbings, foiling my motor control of my fingers, and other stunts to piss me off, their play of first resort. I am also getting continuous seagull noise, something that is also a now common event. I have never seen the seagulls actually create this noise, they are always out of sight when this particular noise games occur.

1905h
The post-dinner time noise flurries have begun; the fake "neighbor" water use noise has started up from the bathroom (right side) after the same in the kitchen when doing the dishes. I was rage-ified through making and eating dinner, and then also during doing the dishes. The usual harassment games; planting faked noises and touches, flicking tapenade across the stove and stopping me from cleaning it up, perceptual perturbations, then creating tap dripping noise, a new stunt here, and time-honored one at past residence locations, and a few other jerkarounds to keep me ranting most of the time. Nothing new there.

Before that, the perps allowed relative peace and quiet while looking at web sites that documented catastrophic history, Velikovsky and others, Kronia.com seems to have some interesting archives. all the while, the perps arranged clunking sounds, loud mufflered vehicles trailing off into the distance, hallway cell phones ringing and hallway voices chatting. Based on the number of bookmarkings of these kinds of webpages, caused because they won't let me read these in one pass, it seems that catastrophic origins and events of history are going to be a significant noisestalking subject for the next two days. Like most anything of interest, the perps won't let me read or view a webpage in one pass, but incrementally increase my ability to attend to it over the course of three or more visitations. This is entirely consistent with most everything else that is new; small introductions at first, and getting progressively longer. The helping out at the office was one such similar managed encounter with graduated increases of exposure.

And as I bring up a web page someone calls out from the hallway and a simultaneous smacking sound inside my mouth went off. It could be hard to call that a coincidence anytime, let alone that it occurs so often.

2140h
This is the mind-control abuse that is going on now; I am reading a webpage on Orson Welles' later works, then I get stiffed with the planted thought that the article is about Alfred Hitchcock and then the perps delete that image and name out of my mind and then pose the telepathic question as to whom the article is about, still keeping the subject deleted from my recall. This is fucking outrageous mental abuse and never, ever happened before in anyway shape or form before the sickos went overt on me in 2002 and have kept up this unrelenting depravity. Then as I review this paragraph, they plant noises in my mouth. When will this fucking sick-minded abuse ever end?

And my reading is still getting hacked with endless perceptual "misreads", of the same kind that have been going on for the past year. Total mind abuse.

2335h
The above assault on my mind's rationality was all to wind me up into a fury to then have me attend to a "diversionary" exercise, listening to music with my headphones on. Translated, that means having magnets at my ears with simultaneous neural aural activity.

Time to call this shut-in day done, intermittently ugly as it has been, including deletion of what I had written.