05-07-2012
This is a six acre vineyard where I started a new job today, overlooking Skaha Lake for a beautiful view all work day long. The last gig was short term as I only there untill the Mexican visa workers arrived, next weekend apparently. And too, I see the obligatory faux (no)-job posting on Job Bank, something the vineyards and farm employers are to do, even if the Mexicans were arranged six months ago, as is usually the case. Understand that it isn't even competitive at all, just an obligatory go-through-the-motions job posting for vineyard workers when they have absolutely no intention of hiring locally qualified personnel. Yep, we Canadians get to become second class citizens in our own country that gives the jobs to the Mexicans who send the money there, with none of it aiding local businesses. Go figure.
A day of tying canes with some final pruning cuts if the but count on the cane is more than 10, and cutting the last two canes down to two buds each if the long tie-down canes have their 10 buds.
05-8-2012
Tying vine canes down to the trellis wire all day today; always extra noise, commotion or verbal engagement when I am ending a row and changing direction in a new row.
When I get back to motel unit, there was a red ball-capped dude in a pickup coming the opposite way, so we crossed paths to park our respective vehicles. Said dude hangs back to cross my path again while walking, leads me up the stairs, hangs back so he could be seen at the door of the adjacent room, but turned to face me for some curious reason.I haven't had gangstalking quite so blatant as this in a while, and I hope it is the last time.
A disproportionate number of of pickups on gangstalking when I am driving back from the vineyard job at 1630h. Sometime four or more in a single train on the two lane road.
The perps made my face extra red again; SPF 60 should block me all day, when it seems it cannot last two hours. On at 0800h, re-apply at 1200h, and the assholes make my face red as if I had burned it. they did this two weeks ago when starting the short term cane tying job in Oliver. [05-14-2012; I put on the same sunblock once at 1000h, and "forgot" to put more on at noon, but my face wasn't red with non-stop sunshine; go figure]
05-09-2012
A "need" to go to the tanning salon after my shopping yesterday evening. And for the first time there (after some 20 visits), they didn't put on a vehicular cavalcade to come by immediately before and afterward. It is only 25' to my parked vehicle, but there was always traffic crisscrossing my path as I walked fromt the adjacent parking lot to the door of the tanning salon. And no one else there either, save the attendant putting on another cleavage show with a tattoo and a pendant that kept dangling in the way.
Then ... tanning, back at the residence, a piece on Pres. Bill Clinton on PBS' American Experience. Very interesting that he somehow and uncharacteristically blurted out "gays in the military" in response to a reporter's question, and that became the reason he pursued the issue, to save face. And that led to the ridiculous "don't ask, don't tell" policy. Hmm..., the perps have me blurting out some imprudent things I didn't intend so I wonder if Pres. Clinton wasn't...... You fill in the blanks.
Double vision on the way back from tanning. There is absolutely no reason whatsoever for this to occur at all, and post salon-tanning seems to be a bigger gangstalker moment than beforehand. Given that the perps arrange outdoor lights and headlights on me all the time, aka pit-lamping, having the victim lie down among 6' long flourescent tanning lights must the perfect perp arrangement.
An alarm clock jerkaround this morning; awakening at 0700h when the alarm should of rung at 0530h. No time for the usual breakfast rountine. No coffee, just the food, then do the dishes, no shower or shave, just use Deep Clean to wash my face, my usual dental hygeine, and then get lunch ready and packed to leave at 0730h. Call it what you will, they haven't pulled this shit on me since 2007 when they screwed with me and the berry picking job. I had been awakening at 0500h for the prior two weeks by setting the alarm faithfully, so it couldn't of been me, and it was a normal bedtime.
Extra aggravation for the morning routine; extra and persistent crumbs, hairs, lint, teleportational comebacks when the lint/crumb/hair was dispatched to the garbage. Also imposed fumbling and dropping of objects, imposed "forgets" of daily routine items.
It is always interesting to see what else the perps pull on the same day as these abbreviated morning time stunts. It was my third day of work at the new vineyard, and the first day I watered the specified landscape plants as the wife-owner was out of town, and she said her husband was hopeless at doing the job. And as regular readers will know, the perps are absolutely beserk about watering (irrigating) plants, and the color of the hoses. Today, it was a black rubber hose to water the plants near the house, and a green one feeding into a red one when watering the plants at the fishpond, some 80' away. Not forgetting that red and green, common colors the perps like to place together as they are energetic opposites according to JK Harms. Yesterday, when walking past this same red hose as it lay on the ground, the perps flashed a projection from it that was colored green for at least two seconds. Such ghosting and image projection happens all the time, though mostly of sub-second duration and in white or light yellow. I get high hundreds of these a day, but this one was particularly notable as it was dark green, identical to the hose diameter and layout and hung in the air for about a whole two seconds as I was walking along.
Another arranged gambit was that the housecleaners arrived immediately ahead and behind me, effectively escorting me into the property. The lead green vehicle was sitting at the roadside on the L. side no less, and once I appeared pulled across the road and made the corner in one arc. Then the driver pulled into the driveway to attend to the gate while I was left hanging there in mid-street. Out gets this older blonde woman, and she was huge, a massive butt to say the least. Anyhow, the green vehicle proceeded to the house while I parked in a pullout by the driveway. The black pickup followed and did the same.
I was still in my vehicle putting on my sunblock when the husband-vineyard owner came by in his vehicle, and he stopped to mention a few things. I was without my glasses on, a common perp arrangement (or derangement, if you prefer), and my window was half down. And as it was electric, it wouldn`t go down as the ignition was off. So... here is talking to me as to which vine rows to avoid as he sprayed last night (cutworm problem), and visible without my glasses and some sunscreen smeared on my face, and partially through one pane of glass of my vehicle. And as he would of seen the employment start forms I filled out yesterday, he mentioned how young I look for my age. (I am 57, and look younger than 37 for those who don`t follow this blog frequently; due to perp sponsored age reversing energies applied to me back in 2004). He said he was envious, and like clockwork, I said don`t be, though not alluding to how this was done to me. Even the TI`s I met in 2010 in Nanaimo agreed that I now look younger when I showed them the photo of me pre-abuse and harassment onset in 04-2002. Though most curiously, they were totally emotionally flat about it, a very common reaction I get from just about everyone, leading me to suspect the TI get-together was perp sponsored.
Anyhow, I get to the house and "find out" that the two vehicles that escorted me into the property were the cleaners that were scheduled. As I get to the house, why a young attractive blonde was at the door, an effective switch from the fat older one who got out of her vehicle at the gate. I mention to the young one at the door that I don`t need to go into the house, just to get my supplies on the veranda outside. Call it ``blonde switching`, a common tactic of the perps, switching an Unfavored sight-visage (fat, older) with Favored (slim, attractive, blonde female).
Ongoing motorcycle noise outside tonight, continuing the same noisescape from yesterday, and the recent past weekend, which was near nonstop. And if the motorcycle noise gets too silly, say at 0700h in the morning, why, substitute the hotrod noise instead. There is no biker bar nearby, it is a public park across the street, and it is not a major thoroughfare either. (The long way around to Hwy 97, when traffic would ordinarily take Westminister from downtown to Hwy 97. And have I indicated in past blogs just how much I loathe the sound of loud motorcycles, particularly the HD brand. I don't know why the perps have started with such fervor on this noise since last month. It was the weekend only, and now it is into Wednesday now. Expanding the most-loathed noise of the noisescape to all week it seems.
In shorts all day; though the wind was turned up in the afternoon to the point of getting too cold, so I put my sweater on with 15 minutes left to work in the day. Goose pimples on my legs for most of the day. Maybe the whole concept is for me to admire my recently waxed legs, which is what they seem to do when I am in the bathroom and taking a shower.
05-10-2012
Mouse fucking again, the sport of the perps; having it not select, or the click action not be recieved and momentarily faking me out as to if the mouse click worked. Absolutely hilarious abuse for some sick perp ass, having been doing it to me for over ten years now. As in NOT.
Hotrod noise alternating with HD motorcycle noise now that I am back from working in the vineyard. A mixed weather day, with enough sun peaking through that I put sunblock on at noon, and still the assholes turned my face red by 1600h, as if it was burned some.
While I had my shorts on underneath my pants, it was too cold to change, so another day of extra clothing for no need, a bigtime perp setup/game. Underwear (recently given extra damage in the washing machine), shorts and pants are all black, so needless to say, I got plenty of black colored gangstalking vehicles on the way back, including a motorcycle that appeared from nowhere in front of me. It wouldn't be the first time the assholes have teleported a motorcycle at speed in my proximity.
On the highway leg, an over-width load of two 10' diam. x 4' deep fiberglass tubs was in the R. lane, so I pulled into the L. lane to avoid the slowdown. Just as I passed it an uber-cull pulled in from a side road at a too-close distance, and then an oncoming L. turning vehicle moved on encroach on my lane, moving behind the too-close vehicle. I slammed on my brakes, and my wonderful Pirelli P4 tires didn't slide (or was that the ABS brake system's doing?), and I wove around the encroaching oncoming L. turn vehicle one third into my lane, though it had stopped. So here the perps arranged two uber-stupid drivers, one intentionally visually obstructing the other temporarily, and forcing a near tire screeching stop in the freaking highway. Then the next traffic light was "somehow" knocked out and reverted to flashing yellow in all directions, with the usual idiot show following four-way stop rules. One vehicle stayed put for at least three cycles of vehicles coursing through the intersection, probably longer.
A day of cane tying, me and the neighbor's daughter who will be attending journalism school at the University of Chicago in September. Red hair, and why is it the perps like to arrange red haired individuals as a member one one of the Unfavored demographic groups? Some abductees have encountered aliens with red hair, so who knows if I have subconscious traumatization experiences-associations during the memory deleted years, aged 2 to 5 y.o.? [Cue two motorcycles tem seconds apart heard through earmuffs as I type this up].
2020h
Heavy motorcycle and hot rod noise tonight, about 4/min. and especially prevalent while sharpening my hand pruners with carbide, then the diamond files. I don't know what the perps' insane obsession over sharpening, filing, cutting with a knife or blade and the rest of their ongoing interest in such matters. Humans have been cutting each other in battle and surgery for a millenia, we eat meats from slaughtered animals and the rest of it, and here they are hounding my ass each time I make pruning cuts (all day for the last four weeks almost, especially when using a just-honed pruner).
Back in 2003 they didn't like my carbon steel 9" chef's knife which could leach rust if left wet and unattended so they changed the composition of the steel in situ (in place, in the kitchen) over a week or so, so now it is a different kind of steel. I suspect if I swallowed iron filings that would really screw them up, all that iron oxide coursing through me while they play their magnetic bombardment and harassment games on me. I haven't been able to find any iron powder on the internet that is available in Canada, and I am not sure I would eat iron anyway.
05-12-2010
A two day weekend, something I not familiar with when working on farms, though viticulture is a little more scheduled.
Shopping first, then vehicle cleaning, using a commercial vehicle washing center, and then vacuuming out the vehicle. I suppose the big deal for the perps was that the foam from the cleaning brush was pink colored, and of course I cleaned the whole vehicle with it. Then I rinsed it, and then to the vacuum cleaners to get the debris in the vehicle cleaned up. Endless gangstalking today, for these exciting perp moments, me driving around in a just cleaned vehicle. Up to mid-2006 I had my Volvo, and the perps were all over me after it was cleaned in the same manner. Though they only had me use pink foam only once in the then four years of insane abuse. Many more red colored vehicles out now, often leading or embedded with grey-scale colored vehicles, white, black, grey and silver grey. And the staff of a well known Canadian hardware chain store whose employees wear red shirts was also all over me when getting car cleaning supplies. Plus, older men in baggy shorts below the knee were out in force too; I don't know what is driving this particular demographic group or dress habit. Worse yet, most of these fugly shorts acts were plaid fabric. Sometimes I wonder if even weaving and clothing trends aren't perp directed as they like me to be around weaving activity, and plaid is a perfect excuse to vary the colors in both the warp and the weft directions of a fabric. My perp abetting mother still does a bit of weaving, though not as much as she did. She was a knitter before that, likely another perp abetting activity, especially with plastic knitting needles. The interaction of humans with various plastics is also very much a perp experimentation imperative, and I suppose starting today with a new razor insert, (read teflon rub strip), and that I did a full frontal shave plus arms was all the more attractive for the perps to send in additional gangstgalkers this morning.
There were a few younger dudes on the gangstalking too; doing back and forths and one walking toward me looking back as he was talking to his buddy, and then stopping and turning back. These "walk at me" games have been going on a long time, and one way they use to reduce the threat level is to have the gangstalking asshole invade my personal space but looking elsewhere, pretending to be oblivious. I was spared the jab in the ass from a plaid shorted Fuckwit in the adjacent checkout, as it "happened" when canoe paddle (4' long, wood) bearing Fuckwit pretended to be oblivious and jabbed the customer in front of me with the paddle end. Like WTF; what moron swings 4' long paddles, or 4' anything, around in confined quarters, holding them horizontally? I think they must know that keeping me just short of outrage as permanent state of this criminal Fuckover abuse isn't to be triffled with in public. But one never knows, as the checkout/financial transaction gangstalking has been a constant, and pulling an enragement stunt might just be their next Fuckover move.
05-13-2012
Three hours waxing and car cleaning, plus going to the cleaning place and doing another round of vacuuming inside, as the seats move far forward and more debris is accessible to the vacuum cleaner than yesterday
I used a mid-blue cotton cloth, a former T-shirt to apply the wax and then another one to buff it. No wonder the sick-assed perp gangstalkers were all over me when I took it for a drive afterwards. I was dispatched to look for tool belts, part of my upgrade to my new schtick as a vineyard laborer, a 6 month M-F gig and the most regular work the assholes have allowed me since 2002. Things are changing on the abuse front, to be sure. The Men From Plaid the theme of the gangstalker show today, and too, add in Large Gutted and with Baggy Shorts, such as; The Large Gutted Men From Plaid in Baggy Shorts, aka Gangtalkers of the Fourth Reich, or the Psychopathic Confederacy.
Just insane amounts of HD motorcycle noise today, and even more when I was on the nearby beach getting some tan time this Sunday. What are they all doing here as there is no biker club around, and most are too yuppified to be part of that ilk. Then the hotrod muffler noises also are added in, more in the evening for some reason. Said muffler noise can come from any vehicle, including the plethora of pickup trucks that are the vehicular gangstalker's first choice. The even added a speed boat with a hotrod muffler sound.
Anothe stunt they pulled while toasting myself on the light brown sand was to surround me with red plasma spots at each direction I looked, and I had to finally close my eyes to end this particular fucking abuse. If I don't like the color red, why is it a ten year long insane and relentless ordeal of abuse, conventional and unconventional?
The assholes even ran a motorcycle underneath this apartment unit last night, scaring the shit out of me. Some of the rooms sit over the parking lot portal at this motel, the perfect situation to obtain more juxtapositions of motorized vehicles in and around me.
05-14-2012
A screaming match with the perps over my email linking to this blog account. The assholes wouldn't let me change the supplied Gmail account, blocking the select/cut action of Windows for a couple of rounds. All I want to do is to get this written up and posted, and it was obstructed for a good ten minutes. Recall that a GMail account creation was blocked for at least a year, as they kept failing me on the anti-spam word test. I even had it verbally, and still they wouldn't let me create an account. Then when getting the cell phone, the store assistant created one for me no problem.
And a few screaming matches with the perps over the import of contacts into GMail. First from the Palm Vcard file I had, and then from the Yahoo mail account I have. I don't know how I got into GMail yesterday, but for the last two weeks they kept blocking me and inserting the Yahoo account and not letting me change it. All too curious, this fucking insane obstruction over creation of contacts in Yahoo, then exporting it to GMail, and even more of it tonight when I wanted to update one. Doesn't GMail confirm that it saved some information when editing, and then exiting. Not good enough, or else I have a custom obstructed GMail account.
Today and yesterday, the perps are going extra beserk over contrails in the sky. They had seven arranged in one direction while I was having lunch. Yesterday, while sun-tanning on the beach in the afternoon, they had one contrail turn a deep red color for two seconds or so, a section of it, not all of it. Just to tell me they were thinking of me, and to correlated to a similar deep red colored private aircraft, a flying boat, that came low over the city, a half mile away.
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Monday, May 14, 2012
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Blueberry Picking
2115h
My colleague of strawberry and raspberry picking at two farms last year, and one this year, invited me to go blueberry picking today, a Saturday, as it is a day off from her horticulture classes. I hadn't been blueberry picking before, but it is decidedly cushy compared to strawberries. Blueberry picking has the attributes of stand-up picking and without the evasiveness of raspberries that grow behind leaf cover. I knew my colleague had excellent fine motor skills, backed up by her knitting and weaving hobbies, and was a decent berry picker except that she missed so many. But with blueberries, she outpicked me by almost 2:1, 60lb to my 33lb. At a pay rate of $1/lb, that adds up to a considerable difference in pay. But as I know my minders like to keep me as a klutz, I don't see berry picking as my future in any event. And sure enough, the perps made sure berries dropped from my hands or even powered them out of my hand by having them climb uphill (with no other imparted or evident energy forces), out of my hand and onto the ground. There was a border of fine wood chips at the base of the blueberry bushes so it was dificult to find dropped berries. And a grass border was between each row, making it positively cushy as what was underfoot.
And true to form, my attempt at sun tanning while picking was suddenly terminated at about 1200h (after about an hour of wearing my shorts) when picking was suddenly called off. The perps like me to only get a certain amount of sun exposure on my skin, so it seems that sun tanning is going to be limited this year. The perps have an abiding interest in Vitamin D research, skin color (melanin content) and the processes of its genesis as well as that of the physiological effects of Vitamin D. This has been the year of the most sun tanning I have done since 2004, so it seems they have decided to resume this particular research topic in substantially more detail. Hence the new "need" this year to get a base tan at the tanning salon.
And a visit to a local lake to have a post-berry picking swim. As my colleague has psoriasis, she doesn't do sunbathing, so it was more about being in the water than anything. This was the first allowed lake swim since 2004, so it must be an opportune time for the perps to re-test me on this activity.
And a stop at roadside market on the way to the swimming lake, which was a total clusterfuck of vehicles and personnel in the store. I was at this same location yesterday, as I did some driving for my mother, and "happened" to stop there, again, to a clusterfuck. More of the crossing paths they like me to do, though two days apart.
More games when I got back; laundering my clothes this time, as they had extra sand from the post berry picking beach visitation arrive on the clothes. Hence, they had some items get washed twice, and the towel only once as it somehow missed getting sand laden in the same laundry load. My running shoe footwear also got put in the same laundry load as it had some sand in them even if I did dump it all out and cleaned up my feet in the bathtub.
Then a forced nap between laundry loads, of about an hour. This then was the excuse the perps used to make me feel cognitively clobbered for the rest of the afternnoon and evening, a dull headache and muted thought with extra noisy ear-ringing, a constant noise now.
Then no more chicken in the fridge, which ordinarily been cause to make a Chicken Run visitation to the nearby supermarket, but as my shoes were still wet, I ate my sardine rations instead. Again, I don't know quite what the perps get from me eating sardines, but this one goes back to childhood.
Tonight, sudden vision perturbations, especially while reading the news of HP departing the consumer market and heading to the commercial sofware. Naturally, all WebOS afficianados are pissed, as are the Palm followers, me included. It seems they wanted to kill off WebOS and the shutdown of a premature Touchpad effort. There is no failure like a planned one, which are usually spectacular, e.g. $1.2 billion pissed away on the Palm acquisition of last year. This is reminiscent of the Flip aquisiton by Cisco, written off for a $530 million dollar bill.
08-21-2011
Yesterday's lake swim is still the deemed reason for having differential ear pressure, and feeling quite fogged from it. This was at breakfast, but in the following shower the ear pressure differential was allowed to be relieved and the results have persisted for the remainder of the day.
Back on laundry, this time bedsheets and towels. I see the towels are getting soiled in short order, as if were from farm work, but as I am not doing any, how is it that this identical crud is getting onto the towels? Not to mention that I come out of the shower clean, without any crud on me, and somehow this soil crud arrives on my towel just as I apply the towel to dry myself.
Enough to call this a posting and wrap it up, as I will be staying at the First Feral Family house tonight, and have limited web access there.
My colleague of strawberry and raspberry picking at two farms last year, and one this year, invited me to go blueberry picking today, a Saturday, as it is a day off from her horticulture classes. I hadn't been blueberry picking before, but it is decidedly cushy compared to strawberries. Blueberry picking has the attributes of stand-up picking and without the evasiveness of raspberries that grow behind leaf cover. I knew my colleague had excellent fine motor skills, backed up by her knitting and weaving hobbies, and was a decent berry picker except that she missed so many. But with blueberries, she outpicked me by almost 2:1, 60lb to my 33lb. At a pay rate of $1/lb, that adds up to a considerable difference in pay. But as I know my minders like to keep me as a klutz, I don't see berry picking as my future in any event. And sure enough, the perps made sure berries dropped from my hands or even powered them out of my hand by having them climb uphill (with no other imparted or evident energy forces), out of my hand and onto the ground. There was a border of fine wood chips at the base of the blueberry bushes so it was dificult to find dropped berries. And a grass border was between each row, making it positively cushy as what was underfoot.
And true to form, my attempt at sun tanning while picking was suddenly terminated at about 1200h (after about an hour of wearing my shorts) when picking was suddenly called off. The perps like me to only get a certain amount of sun exposure on my skin, so it seems that sun tanning is going to be limited this year. The perps have an abiding interest in Vitamin D research, skin color (melanin content) and the processes of its genesis as well as that of the physiological effects of Vitamin D. This has been the year of the most sun tanning I have done since 2004, so it seems they have decided to resume this particular research topic in substantially more detail. Hence the new "need" this year to get a base tan at the tanning salon.
And a visit to a local lake to have a post-berry picking swim. As my colleague has psoriasis, she doesn't do sunbathing, so it was more about being in the water than anything. This was the first allowed lake swim since 2004, so it must be an opportune time for the perps to re-test me on this activity.
And a stop at roadside market on the way to the swimming lake, which was a total clusterfuck of vehicles and personnel in the store. I was at this same location yesterday, as I did some driving for my mother, and "happened" to stop there, again, to a clusterfuck. More of the crossing paths they like me to do, though two days apart.
More games when I got back; laundering my clothes this time, as they had extra sand from the post berry picking beach visitation arrive on the clothes. Hence, they had some items get washed twice, and the towel only once as it somehow missed getting sand laden in the same laundry load. My running shoe footwear also got put in the same laundry load as it had some sand in them even if I did dump it all out and cleaned up my feet in the bathtub.
Then a forced nap between laundry loads, of about an hour. This then was the excuse the perps used to make me feel cognitively clobbered for the rest of the afternnoon and evening, a dull headache and muted thought with extra noisy ear-ringing, a constant noise now.
Then no more chicken in the fridge, which ordinarily been cause to make a Chicken Run visitation to the nearby supermarket, but as my shoes were still wet, I ate my sardine rations instead. Again, I don't know quite what the perps get from me eating sardines, but this one goes back to childhood.
Tonight, sudden vision perturbations, especially while reading the news of HP departing the consumer market and heading to the commercial sofware. Naturally, all WebOS afficianados are pissed, as are the Palm followers, me included. It seems they wanted to kill off WebOS and the shutdown of a premature Touchpad effort. There is no failure like a planned one, which are usually spectacular, e.g. $1.2 billion pissed away on the Palm acquisition of last year. This is reminiscent of the Flip aquisiton by Cisco, written off for a $530 million dollar bill.
08-21-2011
Yesterday's lake swim is still the deemed reason for having differential ear pressure, and feeling quite fogged from it. This was at breakfast, but in the following shower the ear pressure differential was allowed to be relieved and the results have persisted for the remainder of the day.
Back on laundry, this time bedsheets and towels. I see the towels are getting soiled in short order, as if were from farm work, but as I am not doing any, how is it that this identical crud is getting onto the towels? Not to mention that I come out of the shower clean, without any crud on me, and somehow this soil crud arrives on my towel just as I apply the towel to dry myself.
Enough to call this a posting and wrap it up, as I will be staying at the First Feral Family house tonight, and have limited web access there.
Monday, September 06, 2010
The Turban Collective
Aug. 30, 2010
1900h
Back from a day of loading daffodil bulbs into a conveyor hopper, though I cannot complain, as I was in the sunlight, and all my co-workers were in the shade. The conveyor belt passes through a wall, though not inside the building. Such is the continuance of the perp sunlight/shade/skin reaction/skin color research objectives. Some put on high SPF sunblock for the day, while they have me using SPF 15 twice a day (if they don't dither me into "forgetting"), and missing some locations and not others to create more variation of coverage of shirt, sunblock treated skin and hat shadow/blocking. I suppose the Vitamin D component might be part of this, as the perps seem to have a strong interest in this as well, Vitamin D being generated from sunlight, and it has wide repercussions on one's immune system. Other co-workers might be aiding the variation game by putting on high SPF sunblock in the morning and nothing for the rest of the day. Usually, I put on the SPF 15 sunblock at 1000h and 1200h PDT, which covers the most penetrating time of day. all I know is that the perps have a sustained and wide interest in this topic, which included at one time, Before Overt Harassment, using tanning beds, though only short durations of 5 minutes or less.
Onto the title topic. As regular readers will know, any kind of hat or head adornment is an Unfavfored object/appearance, and turbans rank near the top of the fugly list. And they "got me" when on the city bus heading to the farm laborer job. I see a brown turbaned E. Indian get on and then plant himself near the front of the bus, visible through a plexiglas panel. I was in the rearmost row seat, and he gives me a stare. Fine, I go back to reading my newspaper, and have another look in a minute or so, and now the fucker is looking outside in profile, a common multiple pose of the Unfavored. Nothing to exceptional so far. I read my newspaper for a minute, and "happen" to look up and in the direction of said brown turbaned E. Indian, and lo, if an intervening but previously obsured black turbaned E. Indian leans out from the obstructing heads, to present himself and his freaking black turban, which "happens" to be spatially arranged side by side with the brown turban. Like WTF; if I loathe the sight of turbans, which I do now as it is perp managed mindfuck imperative (didn't care for them before, but it was not big deal), then why is is that these assholes are arranged on the bus to sneak in yet another one that I didn't know about?
That was bad enough, but there is this Punjabi couple at the farm who keep posing their brown-ness and yellow turban. And today, he arranged himself to be behind the washroom door as I opened it to enter, and if that wasn't enough, he came back in to the washroom while I was still cleaning my arms from the dust that had accumulated on them. All I can say is this pursuit of me and presenting all the things that I don't care to see has become the all consuming industry/economic driver in this town.
The farm was once predominantly E. Indian labor until they had an economic downturn, and only this casual labor Punjabi couple is the representative pair. They spend no end of time posing when I am on break, or the 45 min. clusterfuck/marshalling at the begining of the work day. If I have some subconscious aversions to head ardornments and hats, I don't see that it is anybody's business but my own.
Aug. 31, 2010
1935h
While on the inbound city bus trip, a highway lane closure for a seeming accident, though it seemed more important to have two grey truck trailers there, one a semi, the other a dump struck. No sign of an accident, just a tent they set up.
Another accident in my neighborhood, at Pandora and Cook St., into the grocery store, though I walked by it mostly, to shop another block away. Interesting that it is a red truck, as the perps have been increasing the red gangstalking vehicles of late. They had four red vehicles parked in file for my twilight outing to the two local stores tonight.
The Shover Negro at the farm job has returned to work. How he gets away with not coming for a few days, and then gets to work is beyond me, as they told us over three weeks ago that this casual labor situation was over. And to boot, he shaved his head bald, and on the Unfavored list, a bald male negro (two females also) is about the most disgusting thing out there, more than red hair, Caucasian bald heads, tattoos, and the grossly overweight. Don't ask me how this ranking of Unfavored gangstalkers got started, or even why the Unfavored list even started. It used to be a no big deal thing if I saw any of the above worst list.).
Big time rain today, and we started at work trying to make the daffodil bulb sorting/loading machinery work with the wet bulbs and the attendant sticky wet soil, but the machinery jammed up. So, it was weeding for the rest of the day in the greenhouse. As usual, the external noises started up when begining weeding, especially after break times, but this is so habitual now, at my parent's or brother's place, as well as work.
Not too bad, all in all, I get to work another month, as some of the causual labor folks got laid off today, as they like to get them done with at month's end, with the check ready. I suppose that might be why the finance guy did his strut through the warehouse today, so he could be seen as part of today's employment proceedings. The entire concept of employment, work, joblessness and other related terms is of intense perp interest. Any mention of these topics or other associations will be noisestalked, and even invoke a plasma or maser beam flitting by.
Sept. 01, 2010
in a remote field to pick daffodil bulbs with one other person. The forman "forgot" to pick us up at the end of the day, so we walked into Saanichton to catch the bus there. This meant I didn't get back to my hiking boots and made the inbound bus trip in my gumboots and green rain pants tucked into my pack.
Were kept from the payday line up; all our confreres got their paychecks and we didn't. No doubt this was all about some kind of distance dependent experimentation, keeping me away from them, and then seeing them on the bus when it came through.
Onto tomorrow, wearing my gumboots outbound this time.
My new kneepads have been duly sabotaged to have soil roll down behind them, stay in behind the kneepad, and then mess up my pants for laundering every night. So now, I will somehow have to deal with this new and regular incursion of mess, soil on my pants that erupts from behind the kneepads.
-Split couple, the Punjabi pair, who rarrely speak to each other.
Sept. 02, 2010
2115h
A daffodil bulb sorting job today, feeding the hopper.
Turbaned Punjabi behind doors again, twice in two days.
Black hoodie dude, three different ones in three days, all disguising their head for the first 30 to 50 minutes of work. Yesteray, the black hoodie dude was getting way to close, attempting to get in the bus before I got out, last in line, about 6 of us getting out, one being him.
Yellow shirt worn today, and the perps were all over me today, and tonight at the local supermarket; about 30 freaks, and then an extra 10 minute "hold up", aka checkout obstruction while the skinhead pissed around with his plastic bags, getting the peaches out, and then from his wallet, getting the credit card out out a plastic bag. Fucking ridiculous. Still worse than the Fuckwit in front of me with a small deli item that was wrapped in a reddish paper, holding it near his head with one finger stuck in his ear for no discernable reason, save the extra conventional Fuckover games.
Swpt. 03, 2010
1956h
Another day of loading bulbs into the hopper for inspection by the downstream laborers to select out all the rotten ones, and leave only good ones to go through to the boxes at the end.
Major depressive feelings, (read, planted mind state) this morning, and therfore wondering what the assholes are up to now.
Sep 05, 2010
1050h
A day off working, and another, being Labor Day tomorrow, and time I posted this for the week.
Nice to get up later, 0730h instead of 0445h for a work day. Though, plenty of provocations to get me riled up, some 40 or more deserved vocalized annoyance, though nothing outrageous to beget screaming rage-ifications. The provocations have increased since early August, a week before the TI meeting in Nanaimo, and the week they shut down one of the two elevators again. And the elevator is still out, prompting many trips up the stairs, as well as "just standing there" gangstalkers and othe feints and dodges with elevator egress. One such event took place in mind week when I was headed to the laundry room; the elevator "happened" to open up just as I turned the hallway corner and the 3x Fuckwit gangstalker on this floor emerged, the door stayed open for longer for me to see another dude leaning on the back wall of the elevator, and a simultaneous entry of another dude down the hallway, some 15' in front me. A three dude flush, all around me at the same time, and all ostensible engaged in other activities. Funny how these "dude flushes" keep "happening".
A similar "dude flush" occured earlier this week. As I passed by the Fort. St (at Douglas St.) bus stop, six dudes all aboput the same build and height and all wearing ball caps, filed out from the rear door of the bus and assembled into a five wide array across the full width of the sidewalk headed the same direction, and one walking in formation on the street surface in the track of the bus some 3' from the curb. Truly a feat of orchestrated fuckery/gangstalking, as there is never this kind of exodus from a bus at 0630h on a weekday at this bus stop, as have walked this every weekday for two months this year, and four months last year. As inferred, these orchestrated confluences of males has occured often enough to get its own name, "dude flush".
And the freakshow frequency has also increased this week, that is, the within outing frequency, say a supermarket visit. Two days ago I amde an evening visit to get more milk, coffee and other items, and if there is one gangstalker jerkaround I have extreme loathing for it is getting my coffee beans ground at the store. I am captive for a few minutes until the coffee is ground in the machine, and this brings on the freaks and gangstalking weirs more than any other time. Those brown beans been ground into a brown powder and the whirring grinder are too much for the sickos to resist stacking the gangstalker scene with extra odd back and forths of Fuckwits behind me, loitering Fuckwits doing their head spins (and spinal twists) while standing in place, and other gormless dweebes passing through. Not to mention the skinheads, tattoo acts, chinless wonders, and other fugly Unfavored specimens.
Sept. 06, 2010
1245h
I was to continue digging and reshaping an area of my mother's backyard today, but the rain has come on and I am back here at Abuse Central, via a city bus trip into downtown where I live. They had the turbaned E. Indian ready for me, having drove past him waiting at the bus stop, as I drove my mother and her vehicle to a suburban mall where there is more choice at to buses. He got off after one stop after I got on, and he could of comfortably walked the bus trip length if he had wanted. But he isn't the only one doing strange short length bus trips these days, even on good weather days.
A holiday Monday, at 1020h, and although pissing rain, here were over 30 people on the bus headed to downtown. One woman standee passenger had two gardening tools in hand, both dirt laden, a trowel and a dandelion pry tool, not in a bag or anything. Fucking bizarre, chasing me with just-used gardening tools, and getting on at a location where it was mostly shopping, and few homes.
I got my bus shelter mate, a older puffy faced man sitting next to me on the bus, and on the other side I had a blonde woman in a brown jacket sit beside me, then getting off. She was soon replaced by another and cuter blonde woman in a black jacket and hood up, who at least smiled at she came in close to sit down. The array of gangstalkers at the bus rear door was set up beforehand, as I have seen this before where they line up across the rear doorway and have me pass through the line, a very common gangstalker arrangement. Tso of the assholes standing at the rear exit got in my way to hold onto the the grap rails on the bus at it lurched into the stop, which is primetime for the assholes to dump my ass on the floor, but it did not happen thankfully. This vignette seemed to be all about forcing me to relase my grasp, and then re-grasping the rail while the lurching bus was pulling into my stop. Fucking absurd that some asshole has to play fucking games over how I grasp a rail on the bus.
Other bullshit was last night when my in-town brother visited, going on about the sockey salmon that he wanted to purchase, and then didn't and then did. This was from native Indians at my farm labor work site, and eventually he did make contact via cell phone, and met the person halfway into Victoria, as they lived up-Island in Duncan. It did strike me as odd that he wanted to do the deal at 2000h on a Sunday night when most people want to put their feet up, and even more odd that they each drove some 30 minutes each way to meet. Later he phoned to tell me it was a rip-off, as she said it was two frozen fish per bag, when it was a quarter of that. I cannot figure out this ongoing stunt show over salmon, but it seems to be a consistent part of the harrassment. Said brother brought some last night, just as there was a cooked piece ready for him, and I now posess it for cooking up tonight. That the piece of salmon was in my bag on the bus might of been the attraction for all those gangstalkers on the city bus freakshow. Though to be fair, there wasn't too many freaks today, just the turban bullshit, as most had their heads down and were reading books. I suppose this is the only way they can get their fuckers in close in a socially acceptable way, and it doesn't matter how ludicrous the setup is.
2100h
A two month catch up on my Quicken entries, this time using the Quicken 2010 upgrade to permit downloads from my online bank access. And of course there are some fields rearranged, and new popup boxes, and finally, renaming rules for the download payees so they don't clobber the recorded ones that I use.
Catching up to the July Quicken transactions was a brutal rage-ification show; the assholes messed with selection of categories, messed with the rules, blocked selections of certain categories, pissed with the calculator display, and many other dynamically applied sabotage events to keep me screaming at them, at least 50x over the two hours it took to do this one month.
After salmon dinner, I did the August Quicken entries, and there wasn't so much abuse thankfully, though they did knock out some eight downloaded transactions that had to be entered by manually, like I always did it before. I suppose they wanted to benchmark me with the old method on the new software version. And I note that $140 cash went missing in August, and $100 cash went missing in June. I would assume they are playing their wallet contents games as it seems to be vital to their fuckery, those colored bills and all. Presently, they have me down to no cash in my wallet, surely a big moment for them as this is rarely allowed to happen. Another rareity was having an orange $50 in my wallet for a week or so in August, before I had to pay for my hiking boot sole replacement in cash. There have been many wallet thefts over the years, some mysterious, as it was full of cash from an ATM withdrawal and in my coat, and I was at my desk the entire time. And yet, the wallet went missing from the office that afternoon. Now that I experience materialization and de-materialization of crumbs, dog hairs and lint on a daily basis, as well as larger objects less frequently, I now understood how these long past wallet disappearances occured.
I best post this and start a new blog tomorrow, another weekly one as I have such little time in the evenings for blogging. I am also getting dociled and recall depleted, as there is much more to blog about each day and "somehow" I cannot recall the specific events when I have the limited time to do so
1900h
Back from a day of loading daffodil bulbs into a conveyor hopper, though I cannot complain, as I was in the sunlight, and all my co-workers were in the shade. The conveyor belt passes through a wall, though not inside the building. Such is the continuance of the perp sunlight/shade/skin reaction/skin color research objectives. Some put on high SPF sunblock for the day, while they have me using SPF 15 twice a day (if they don't dither me into "forgetting"), and missing some locations and not others to create more variation of coverage of shirt, sunblock treated skin and hat shadow/blocking. I suppose the Vitamin D component might be part of this, as the perps seem to have a strong interest in this as well, Vitamin D being generated from sunlight, and it has wide repercussions on one's immune system. Other co-workers might be aiding the variation game by putting on high SPF sunblock in the morning and nothing for the rest of the day. Usually, I put on the SPF 15 sunblock at 1000h and 1200h PDT, which covers the most penetrating time of day. all I know is that the perps have a sustained and wide interest in this topic, which included at one time, Before Overt Harassment, using tanning beds, though only short durations of 5 minutes or less.
Onto the title topic. As regular readers will know, any kind of hat or head adornment is an Unfavfored object/appearance, and turbans rank near the top of the fugly list. And they "got me" when on the city bus heading to the farm laborer job. I see a brown turbaned E. Indian get on and then plant himself near the front of the bus, visible through a plexiglas panel. I was in the rearmost row seat, and he gives me a stare. Fine, I go back to reading my newspaper, and have another look in a minute or so, and now the fucker is looking outside in profile, a common multiple pose of the Unfavored. Nothing to exceptional so far. I read my newspaper for a minute, and "happen" to look up and in the direction of said brown turbaned E. Indian, and lo, if an intervening but previously obsured black turbaned E. Indian leans out from the obstructing heads, to present himself and his freaking black turban, which "happens" to be spatially arranged side by side with the brown turban. Like WTF; if I loathe the sight of turbans, which I do now as it is perp managed mindfuck imperative (didn't care for them before, but it was not big deal), then why is is that these assholes are arranged on the bus to sneak in yet another one that I didn't know about?
That was bad enough, but there is this Punjabi couple at the farm who keep posing their brown-ness and yellow turban. And today, he arranged himself to be behind the washroom door as I opened it to enter, and if that wasn't enough, he came back in to the washroom while I was still cleaning my arms from the dust that had accumulated on them. All I can say is this pursuit of me and presenting all the things that I don't care to see has become the all consuming industry/economic driver in this town.
The farm was once predominantly E. Indian labor until they had an economic downturn, and only this casual labor Punjabi couple is the representative pair. They spend no end of time posing when I am on break, or the 45 min. clusterfuck/marshalling at the begining of the work day. If I have some subconscious aversions to head ardornments and hats, I don't see that it is anybody's business but my own.
Aug. 31, 2010
1935h
While on the inbound city bus trip, a highway lane closure for a seeming accident, though it seemed more important to have two grey truck trailers there, one a semi, the other a dump struck. No sign of an accident, just a tent they set up.
Another accident in my neighborhood, at Pandora and Cook St., into the grocery store, though I walked by it mostly, to shop another block away. Interesting that it is a red truck, as the perps have been increasing the red gangstalking vehicles of late. They had four red vehicles parked in file for my twilight outing to the two local stores tonight.
The Shover Negro at the farm job has returned to work. How he gets away with not coming for a few days, and then gets to work is beyond me, as they told us over three weeks ago that this casual labor situation was over. And to boot, he shaved his head bald, and on the Unfavored list, a bald male negro (two females also) is about the most disgusting thing out there, more than red hair, Caucasian bald heads, tattoos, and the grossly overweight. Don't ask me how this ranking of Unfavored gangstalkers got started, or even why the Unfavored list even started. It used to be a no big deal thing if I saw any of the above worst list.).
Big time rain today, and we started at work trying to make the daffodil bulb sorting/loading machinery work with the wet bulbs and the attendant sticky wet soil, but the machinery jammed up. So, it was weeding for the rest of the day in the greenhouse. As usual, the external noises started up when begining weeding, especially after break times, but this is so habitual now, at my parent's or brother's place, as well as work.
Not too bad, all in all, I get to work another month, as some of the causual labor folks got laid off today, as they like to get them done with at month's end, with the check ready. I suppose that might be why the finance guy did his strut through the warehouse today, so he could be seen as part of today's employment proceedings. The entire concept of employment, work, joblessness and other related terms is of intense perp interest. Any mention of these topics or other associations will be noisestalked, and even invoke a plasma or maser beam flitting by.
Sept. 01, 2010
in a remote field to pick daffodil bulbs with one other person. The forman "forgot" to pick us up at the end of the day, so we walked into Saanichton to catch the bus there. This meant I didn't get back to my hiking boots and made the inbound bus trip in my gumboots and green rain pants tucked into my pack.
Were kept from the payday line up; all our confreres got their paychecks and we didn't. No doubt this was all about some kind of distance dependent experimentation, keeping me away from them, and then seeing them on the bus when it came through.
Onto tomorrow, wearing my gumboots outbound this time.
My new kneepads have been duly sabotaged to have soil roll down behind them, stay in behind the kneepad, and then mess up my pants for laundering every night. So now, I will somehow have to deal with this new and regular incursion of mess, soil on my pants that erupts from behind the kneepads.
-Split couple, the Punjabi pair, who rarrely speak to each other.
Sept. 02, 2010
2115h
A daffodil bulb sorting job today, feeding the hopper.
Turbaned Punjabi behind doors again, twice in two days.
Black hoodie dude, three different ones in three days, all disguising their head for the first 30 to 50 minutes of work. Yesteray, the black hoodie dude was getting way to close, attempting to get in the bus before I got out, last in line, about 6 of us getting out, one being him.
Yellow shirt worn today, and the perps were all over me today, and tonight at the local supermarket; about 30 freaks, and then an extra 10 minute "hold up", aka checkout obstruction while the skinhead pissed around with his plastic bags, getting the peaches out, and then from his wallet, getting the credit card out out a plastic bag. Fucking ridiculous. Still worse than the Fuckwit in front of me with a small deli item that was wrapped in a reddish paper, holding it near his head with one finger stuck in his ear for no discernable reason, save the extra conventional Fuckover games.
Swpt. 03, 2010
1956h
Another day of loading bulbs into the hopper for inspection by the downstream laborers to select out all the rotten ones, and leave only good ones to go through to the boxes at the end.
Major depressive feelings, (read, planted mind state) this morning, and therfore wondering what the assholes are up to now.
Sep 05, 2010
1050h
A day off working, and another, being Labor Day tomorrow, and time I posted this for the week.
Nice to get up later, 0730h instead of 0445h for a work day. Though, plenty of provocations to get me riled up, some 40 or more deserved vocalized annoyance, though nothing outrageous to beget screaming rage-ifications. The provocations have increased since early August, a week before the TI meeting in Nanaimo, and the week they shut down one of the two elevators again. And the elevator is still out, prompting many trips up the stairs, as well as "just standing there" gangstalkers and othe feints and dodges with elevator egress. One such event took place in mind week when I was headed to the laundry room; the elevator "happened" to open up just as I turned the hallway corner and the 3x Fuckwit gangstalker on this floor emerged, the door stayed open for longer for me to see another dude leaning on the back wall of the elevator, and a simultaneous entry of another dude down the hallway, some 15' in front me. A three dude flush, all around me at the same time, and all ostensible engaged in other activities. Funny how these "dude flushes" keep "happening".
A similar "dude flush" occured earlier this week. As I passed by the Fort. St (at Douglas St.) bus stop, six dudes all aboput the same build and height and all wearing ball caps, filed out from the rear door of the bus and assembled into a five wide array across the full width of the sidewalk headed the same direction, and one walking in formation on the street surface in the track of the bus some 3' from the curb. Truly a feat of orchestrated fuckery/gangstalking, as there is never this kind of exodus from a bus at 0630h on a weekday at this bus stop, as have walked this every weekday for two months this year, and four months last year. As inferred, these orchestrated confluences of males has occured often enough to get its own name, "dude flush".
And the freakshow frequency has also increased this week, that is, the within outing frequency, say a supermarket visit. Two days ago I amde an evening visit to get more milk, coffee and other items, and if there is one gangstalker jerkaround I have extreme loathing for it is getting my coffee beans ground at the store. I am captive for a few minutes until the coffee is ground in the machine, and this brings on the freaks and gangstalking weirs more than any other time. Those brown beans been ground into a brown powder and the whirring grinder are too much for the sickos to resist stacking the gangstalker scene with extra odd back and forths of Fuckwits behind me, loitering Fuckwits doing their head spins (and spinal twists) while standing in place, and other gormless dweebes passing through. Not to mention the skinheads, tattoo acts, chinless wonders, and other fugly Unfavored specimens.
Sept. 06, 2010
1245h
I was to continue digging and reshaping an area of my mother's backyard today, but the rain has come on and I am back here at Abuse Central, via a city bus trip into downtown where I live. They had the turbaned E. Indian ready for me, having drove past him waiting at the bus stop, as I drove my mother and her vehicle to a suburban mall where there is more choice at to buses. He got off after one stop after I got on, and he could of comfortably walked the bus trip length if he had wanted. But he isn't the only one doing strange short length bus trips these days, even on good weather days.
A holiday Monday, at 1020h, and although pissing rain, here were over 30 people on the bus headed to downtown. One woman standee passenger had two gardening tools in hand, both dirt laden, a trowel and a dandelion pry tool, not in a bag or anything. Fucking bizarre, chasing me with just-used gardening tools, and getting on at a location where it was mostly shopping, and few homes.
I got my bus shelter mate, a older puffy faced man sitting next to me on the bus, and on the other side I had a blonde woman in a brown jacket sit beside me, then getting off. She was soon replaced by another and cuter blonde woman in a black jacket and hood up, who at least smiled at she came in close to sit down. The array of gangstalkers at the bus rear door was set up beforehand, as I have seen this before where they line up across the rear doorway and have me pass through the line, a very common gangstalker arrangement. Tso of the assholes standing at the rear exit got in my way to hold onto the the grap rails on the bus at it lurched into the stop, which is primetime for the assholes to dump my ass on the floor, but it did not happen thankfully. This vignette seemed to be all about forcing me to relase my grasp, and then re-grasping the rail while the lurching bus was pulling into my stop. Fucking absurd that some asshole has to play fucking games over how I grasp a rail on the bus.
Other bullshit was last night when my in-town brother visited, going on about the sockey salmon that he wanted to purchase, and then didn't and then did. This was from native Indians at my farm labor work site, and eventually he did make contact via cell phone, and met the person halfway into Victoria, as they lived up-Island in Duncan. It did strike me as odd that he wanted to do the deal at 2000h on a Sunday night when most people want to put their feet up, and even more odd that they each drove some 30 minutes each way to meet. Later he phoned to tell me it was a rip-off, as she said it was two frozen fish per bag, when it was a quarter of that. I cannot figure out this ongoing stunt show over salmon, but it seems to be a consistent part of the harrassment. Said brother brought some last night, just as there was a cooked piece ready for him, and I now posess it for cooking up tonight. That the piece of salmon was in my bag on the bus might of been the attraction for all those gangstalkers on the city bus freakshow. Though to be fair, there wasn't too many freaks today, just the turban bullshit, as most had their heads down and were reading books. I suppose this is the only way they can get their fuckers in close in a socially acceptable way, and it doesn't matter how ludicrous the setup is.
2100h
A two month catch up on my Quicken entries, this time using the Quicken 2010 upgrade to permit downloads from my online bank access. And of course there are some fields rearranged, and new popup boxes, and finally, renaming rules for the download payees so they don't clobber the recorded ones that I use.
Catching up to the July Quicken transactions was a brutal rage-ification show; the assholes messed with selection of categories, messed with the rules, blocked selections of certain categories, pissed with the calculator display, and many other dynamically applied sabotage events to keep me screaming at them, at least 50x over the two hours it took to do this one month.
After salmon dinner, I did the August Quicken entries, and there wasn't so much abuse thankfully, though they did knock out some eight downloaded transactions that had to be entered by manually, like I always did it before. I suppose they wanted to benchmark me with the old method on the new software version. And I note that $140 cash went missing in August, and $100 cash went missing in June. I would assume they are playing their wallet contents games as it seems to be vital to their fuckery, those colored bills and all. Presently, they have me down to no cash in my wallet, surely a big moment for them as this is rarely allowed to happen. Another rareity was having an orange $50 in my wallet for a week or so in August, before I had to pay for my hiking boot sole replacement in cash. There have been many wallet thefts over the years, some mysterious, as it was full of cash from an ATM withdrawal and in my coat, and I was at my desk the entire time. And yet, the wallet went missing from the office that afternoon. Now that I experience materialization and de-materialization of crumbs, dog hairs and lint on a daily basis, as well as larger objects less frequently, I now understood how these long past wallet disappearances occured.
I best post this and start a new blog tomorrow, another weekly one as I have such little time in the evenings for blogging. I am also getting dociled and recall depleted, as there is much more to blog about each day and "somehow" I cannot recall the specific events when I have the limited time to do so
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Back to Motorcycle Noise
1610h
Am I supposed to think that I am fortunate that I haven't had the fucking motorcycle noise for three weeks, the first two on account of snowy and wet weather, and the last week by the graces of the SS? No, they shouldn't be inundating me with noise in the first place. (SS means Surrepticious Sickos).
And plenty of "action" (read, stunts and gangstalking) so far today with having a haircut and then yoga, my one class of the week. The ever visually delectable instructor was positively radiant this morning, and all the more to feast one's eyes upon when I was not twisted up in a pose. But she will be away for two weeks and the replacement instructor was there today, and not nearly such eye candy. Plus she had a ridiculous hair bob on top of her head, presaged by a lead-in with an infrequent dude class member who had the same thing, but not there today. And I have no idea why this absurd hair treatment is making the gangstalking circuit, and haven't any precedent examples to go by.
But they did put on a person/class member who hasn't been there for a year or so, who sat beside me for whatever reason when there was a big space availible on the opposite side. So it was that only me was facing W. while all the others were aligned N.-S. except for the woman who made her aforemented reprise by sitting at an angle between me and an adjacent S. facing student (facing SW). As the alignment and cardinality is so important for the perps I mention all this, but really cannot give a shit except when the fuckers hang around me too close in public or even stand over me. And of course the eye candy instructor gets excepted from this, which is why the perps might be packing more operatives around me of late. It is all too banal, not to mention totally fucking beserk that this bullshit represents their efforts of 6.5 years of overt harassment, nonconsensual human experimentation without the gumption to declare themselves and their intent. That, and the plethora of crumbs and lint that kept "arriving" from nowhere around or on my mat or on me. I clean up these at the outset but the assholes keep adding new crumbs and lint as the yoga class progresses.
I typically get swarmed with gangstalkers after a haircut, and they had at least five on me when I got out of the stylist's. What this confers to the perps is unkown to me, save leaving a little of my energetic self behind and having metallic energies from the cutting tools in my remaining hair. Also, the hair has energy properties that would reflect my state of being for the entire time the hair was on my head. This is only a loose theory, but if you listen to that very theoretical Deepak Chopra, and how consciousness and intent are imbued in every cell in your body, then perhaps this is what the perps are up to. Mostly, I don't care, and am glad to have some 20 minutes of hair cutting where I am relatively free from a constant flux of Fuckwits.
The male stylist told me that he saw an 8' diameter white balloon sitting still over top of the opposite residential tower over the communications antennae which then sprouted its own whip antenna which then circled the balloon, and then he saw the balloon drift upward at a 45 degree angle. There was no wind, and no other party who seemed to be controlling it. This happened some four years ago, right in this very neighborhood and nearly two years before I moved in. It is hard to know what it was, or who it was for, but with the perps running this town I cannot imagine they didn't arrange it.
2105
And have I not indicated that the perps have an inordinant interest anytime I bookmark something, and everyday occurence? And lo, if they didn't pull a fire alarm stunt just when I decided to bookmark a CD of interest. It was the usual game; finish off bookmarking, then shut down the PC, then get my coat, scarf, gloves and hat, leave the apartment and join the arranged throngs in the stairwell. This time it was hoodie dudes ahead of me for the six floors of the stairs, and a puky light blue and deep brown irregularly horizontally banded hoodie. This is the color combination the perps like to use as an entre to brown color, if they aren't using greyscale colors. The light blue, a sky blue effectively, seems to be their first color of reference if it isn't the greyscale range of colors, white, silver-grey, mid-grey and black. And as the coup de gras gangstalker immediately outside the front doors was a light-skinned negro woman in a mid-brown sweat top, posing there for all the brown action they presumably put me through in the stairwell, just under differing lighting conditions outside.
Anyhow, I did some shopping, watched the fire department do its token participation and was even left reasonably alone in the local supermarket. Wonders never cease.
I did the one hour cleaning job at the car dealership tonight, and even had the blonde treatment , and she even said hello but strangely wasn't looking at me. This is one of the sales staff who have now gone to later hours, until 1900h, and when I later came by to help the boss man on the sales side, lo, if they hadn't arranged a 5 y.o. boy in the customer's area to be watching TV in a crimson red shirt with the blonde saleswoman beside him. I take this was some kind of "blonde goodness"/auric penumbric glow, pairing the Favored (blonde woman) with the Unfavored (male, and red colored clothing). I had no idea that young male children were one of the Unfavored demographic groups, but it seems that they are.
When I came back from the cleaning job and was about to enter the building after unlocking the door, one of the regular gangstalking operatives came out, this blonde haired dude who puts on this halfwit act, and he was insisting on having a look at my keys, and was even preventing me from getting in the building, stopping on the threshold. This is a guy who had just come out of the elevator, and then he puts on this act of wanting to see my keys. The Fuckwit/Halfwit act finally let me past, and was still asking to see my keys when I made it into the elevator and the door closed. Fucking bizarre to say the least, and funny how it always "happens" to me. I don't get it, except that it was all total bullshit designed to engage me verbally at the one location the perps are totally beserk over, the entrance/doorway of buildings. I don't know for sure if this Fuckwit/Halfwit act is associated with the building's management or not, as he presents himself with the building manager sometimes, and not others.
2220h
I did some more link additions to the Consolidated Link List, adding two more. One had been there and was "disappeared", and the other should of been there, as it was about Thomas Townsend Brown, the author of "How I Control Gravity", surely a title of significant portent and yet curiously ignored by the scientific establishment/reactionaries. Or, if you want to be conspiratorial, the scientific gatekeepers of the status quo, if not of avoidance and duplicity. I did one posting about T. T. Brown, and find there are some interesting parallels between some of his odd pursuits (e.g. nude sunbathing) and the harasment games I am put through, also including nude sunbathing in 2003, the second year of overt harassment. Now, sun exposure is being carefully metered and controlled as to how much sun I am allowed to be exposed to. One 20 minute shirt off sun tanning when working on the daffodil farm job last summer (2008), the very first suntanning since 2003, begat me some six gangstalkers arriving at the back of this daffodil field where I was working in within two minutes of putting my shirt back on. I suspect the perps have a long way to go before they can figure this one out as it seems they weren't even close; it was a one-time deal near the end of the daffodil bulb picking activity. It seems as if this will be repeated for 2009, as the same economic incentives to work have been applied.
2305h
And from the interesting-and-possibly-perp-related department, this interesting item from the world news about the pirates who scored $3 million for keeping a Saudi oil tanker. The perps are constantly harassing me when making financial transactions, either online, mailed checks, at the store, ATM, bank, check, cash, debit etc., whatever the variables are for them. So..... could it be that these pirates who made a whopping big transaction, and who split the ransom, and then suffered a swamping of their pirate boat shortly afterward been in the perp's covert sights? Could be; getting nailed after making a major payday, and then becoming a research specimen of the beserk assholes who need to find something more about the wonders of financial transactions, as if there isn't enough study material. Pure speculation of course, and I won't delve into this any deeper, though there is an additional aspect to it that I am refraining from mentioning.
That is all for today, and I suspect that there will more shenanigans tomorrow in keeping with the activity level that has been arranged each day this week.
Am I supposed to think that I am fortunate that I haven't had the fucking motorcycle noise for three weeks, the first two on account of snowy and wet weather, and the last week by the graces of the SS? No, they shouldn't be inundating me with noise in the first place. (SS means Surrepticious Sickos).
And plenty of "action" (read, stunts and gangstalking) so far today with having a haircut and then yoga, my one class of the week. The ever visually delectable instructor was positively radiant this morning, and all the more to feast one's eyes upon when I was not twisted up in a pose. But she will be away for two weeks and the replacement instructor was there today, and not nearly such eye candy. Plus she had a ridiculous hair bob on top of her head, presaged by a lead-in with an infrequent dude class member who had the same thing, but not there today. And I have no idea why this absurd hair treatment is making the gangstalking circuit, and haven't any precedent examples to go by.
But they did put on a person/class member who hasn't been there for a year or so, who sat beside me for whatever reason when there was a big space availible on the opposite side. So it was that only me was facing W. while all the others were aligned N.-S. except for the woman who made her aforemented reprise by sitting at an angle between me and an adjacent S. facing student (facing SW). As the alignment and cardinality is so important for the perps I mention all this, but really cannot give a shit except when the fuckers hang around me too close in public or even stand over me. And of course the eye candy instructor gets excepted from this, which is why the perps might be packing more operatives around me of late. It is all too banal, not to mention totally fucking beserk that this bullshit represents their efforts of 6.5 years of overt harassment, nonconsensual human experimentation without the gumption to declare themselves and their intent. That, and the plethora of crumbs and lint that kept "arriving" from nowhere around or on my mat or on me. I clean up these at the outset but the assholes keep adding new crumbs and lint as the yoga class progresses.
I typically get swarmed with gangstalkers after a haircut, and they had at least five on me when I got out of the stylist's. What this confers to the perps is unkown to me, save leaving a little of my energetic self behind and having metallic energies from the cutting tools in my remaining hair. Also, the hair has energy properties that would reflect my state of being for the entire time the hair was on my head. This is only a loose theory, but if you listen to that very theoretical Deepak Chopra, and how consciousness and intent are imbued in every cell in your body, then perhaps this is what the perps are up to. Mostly, I don't care, and am glad to have some 20 minutes of hair cutting where I am relatively free from a constant flux of Fuckwits.
The male stylist told me that he saw an 8' diameter white balloon sitting still over top of the opposite residential tower over the communications antennae which then sprouted its own whip antenna which then circled the balloon, and then he saw the balloon drift upward at a 45 degree angle. There was no wind, and no other party who seemed to be controlling it. This happened some four years ago, right in this very neighborhood and nearly two years before I moved in. It is hard to know what it was, or who it was for, but with the perps running this town I cannot imagine they didn't arrange it.
2105
And have I not indicated that the perps have an inordinant interest anytime I bookmark something, and everyday occurence? And lo, if they didn't pull a fire alarm stunt just when I decided to bookmark a CD of interest. It was the usual game; finish off bookmarking, then shut down the PC, then get my coat, scarf, gloves and hat, leave the apartment and join the arranged throngs in the stairwell. This time it was hoodie dudes ahead of me for the six floors of the stairs, and a puky light blue and deep brown irregularly horizontally banded hoodie. This is the color combination the perps like to use as an entre to brown color, if they aren't using greyscale colors. The light blue, a sky blue effectively, seems to be their first color of reference if it isn't the greyscale range of colors, white, silver-grey, mid-grey and black. And as the coup de gras gangstalker immediately outside the front doors was a light-skinned negro woman in a mid-brown sweat top, posing there for all the brown action they presumably put me through in the stairwell, just under differing lighting conditions outside.
Anyhow, I did some shopping, watched the fire department do its token participation and was even left reasonably alone in the local supermarket. Wonders never cease.
I did the one hour cleaning job at the car dealership tonight, and even had the blonde treatment , and she even said hello but strangely wasn't looking at me. This is one of the sales staff who have now gone to later hours, until 1900h, and when I later came by to help the boss man on the sales side, lo, if they hadn't arranged a 5 y.o. boy in the customer's area to be watching TV in a crimson red shirt with the blonde saleswoman beside him. I take this was some kind of "blonde goodness"/auric penumbric glow, pairing the Favored (blonde woman) with the Unfavored (male, and red colored clothing). I had no idea that young male children were one of the Unfavored demographic groups, but it seems that they are.
When I came back from the cleaning job and was about to enter the building after unlocking the door, one of the regular gangstalking operatives came out, this blonde haired dude who puts on this halfwit act, and he was insisting on having a look at my keys, and was even preventing me from getting in the building, stopping on the threshold. This is a guy who had just come out of the elevator, and then he puts on this act of wanting to see my keys. The Fuckwit/Halfwit act finally let me past, and was still asking to see my keys when I made it into the elevator and the door closed. Fucking bizarre to say the least, and funny how it always "happens" to me. I don't get it, except that it was all total bullshit designed to engage me verbally at the one location the perps are totally beserk over, the entrance/doorway of buildings. I don't know for sure if this Fuckwit/Halfwit act is associated with the building's management or not, as he presents himself with the building manager sometimes, and not others.
2220h
I did some more link additions to the Consolidated Link List, adding two more. One had been there and was "disappeared", and the other should of been there, as it was about Thomas Townsend Brown, the author of "How I Control Gravity", surely a title of significant portent and yet curiously ignored by the scientific establishment/reactionaries. Or, if you want to be conspiratorial, the scientific gatekeepers of the status quo, if not of avoidance and duplicity. I did one posting about T. T. Brown, and find there are some interesting parallels between some of his odd pursuits (e.g. nude sunbathing) and the harasment games I am put through, also including nude sunbathing in 2003, the second year of overt harassment. Now, sun exposure is being carefully metered and controlled as to how much sun I am allowed to be exposed to. One 20 minute shirt off sun tanning when working on the daffodil farm job last summer (2008), the very first suntanning since 2003, begat me some six gangstalkers arriving at the back of this daffodil field where I was working in within two minutes of putting my shirt back on. I suspect the perps have a long way to go before they can figure this one out as it seems they weren't even close; it was a one-time deal near the end of the daffodil bulb picking activity. It seems as if this will be repeated for 2009, as the same economic incentives to work have been applied.
2305h
And from the interesting-and-possibly-perp-related department, this interesting item from the world news about the pirates who scored $3 million for keeping a Saudi oil tanker. The perps are constantly harassing me when making financial transactions, either online, mailed checks, at the store, ATM, bank, check, cash, debit etc., whatever the variables are for them. So..... could it be that these pirates who made a whopping big transaction, and who split the ransom, and then suffered a swamping of their pirate boat shortly afterward been in the perp's covert sights? Could be; getting nailed after making a major payday, and then becoming a research specimen of the beserk assholes who need to find something more about the wonders of financial transactions, as if there isn't enough study material. Pure speculation of course, and I won't delve into this any deeper, though there is an additional aspect to it that I am refraining from mentioning.
That is all for today, and I suspect that there will more shenanigans tomorrow in keeping with the activity level that has been arranged each day this week.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Twin Turbans
1915h
A day of toil in the soil for daffodil bulb picking; not that I was free from harassment with plenty of the bulbs ejecting from my hands with no conventionally understood force application. This being a Saturday is when the Punjabi employees take a break, but not today. They put on the usual crowd, yellow turban and then a black turban. Then they put on a new Punjabi that didn't appear to say anything, one that somehow knew to give me the stare for the first time when I passed by. He was a black turbaned Punjabi with a big grey beard with blue eyes, and I have no idea if it was the real deal, or a morphover of some quisling/operative asshole. It is unusual that a new Punjabi was hired, so perhaps this is just a "for me" act all in an attempt to swamp me with the most acceptable turban color, that being black. Both were sitting in front of me in the next seat on the minibus, and I am sure it is another round of the perps attempting to figure out the bioenergetics as to why I hate the sight of turbans and most headwear. Not my problem, so why am I relentlessly hounded over my dislikes, and did another party have any role in creating these subconscious recollections they are attempting to emulate?
And speaking of intractable ventures, I see that my nemesis Anonymous is back making comments, now blocked again. My very first flaming reader, one who knows my name and won't send me an email to debate his ongoing tirade. At least I have one more reader than the Google Analytics pulled up, something I want to get off my PC as the perps use it to plant pop-up boxes in my face whenever at critical moments.
I was working the back end of a field for most of the day, and after the afternoon break, and being out of sight from the road, I took off my shirt in an attempt to get a start on a tan. That drew one of the more persistent gangstalking "coworkers" to arrive, and thankfully only her. Anyhow, the "tanning session" only lasted 20 minutes until the sun was obscured by cloud, and I called it quits and put my shirt back on. Then I moved to a new row to begin digging for more bulbs. About then the box delivery truck arrived, two more guys joined in to help them unload them, and then at least three more "coworkers" arrived. It would seem that the perps in their prevention of me tanning, in the sun or in a booth, need to understand something about me and sun exposure (on white skin) and allowed a rare 20 minute tanning session to be the focus of a gangstalking convergence. Like I have mentioned, they seem not to be able to pick up vitamin D generation.
The perps have stopped me from visiting tanning booths/beds in the past by shutting down the business just before my arrival. Another method was to nail me with pulsing pains to the head while in the tanning booth. I found tanning booths/beds to be invaluable to get a tan started so I don't look so incredibly white skinned. No doubt this was under perp auspices, and here we are again, over five years later and 20 minutes of outside sun exposure makes for the day's major gangstalking event in the back end of a daffodil bulb field.
In the high harassment madness of the perps in 2002, they even had some kind of optical fibers poking out from the pot lamp in the ceiling of the tanning booth. I found them, and took them out and put them in an envelope in my briefcase. I had planned to examine them later, but lo, if the envelope and its contents had just plain vanished from my briefcase, which I made sure not to leave unattended. This wasn't the only item to be removed from my briefcase; a paper on ADD went missing, and in another event, my copy of the CT scan went missing. Most long term TI's have many similar stories where items go missing "by themselves", or conversely in my case, 50 to 250 teleported crumbs that "arrive" on my dinner plate for all three meals per day. Currently, I have boxes of clothes that have are missing from my locker, and some of the contents have "somehow" arrived back in my apartment. There have also been transferences, where the matress was stored at my brother's place and then "somehow" ended up at my parent's place. When I asked my brother as to how it happened, he didn't really have a convincing answer.
1950h
And while picking daffodil bulbs I noted my perp pals were up to old tricks; burning PVC plastic and managing the toxic fumes to be inhaled by me. When I lived in Nelson BC, a neighbor would do this every Saturday, right in the one of most ecologically aware areas of all of BC. Then my new neighbor did this in Victoria, about two years later,- a total illegality as burning substances are highly controlled in city bylaws. (Burning PVC's will create dioxins, a very toxic and persistent carcinogen). Today while picking bulbs, lo, if a farm neighbor didn't burn some plastics for me to yet again inhale as part of the perp's bizarre quest to find out how and why my bioenergetics is altered by trace level plastic residues that most of us have some measure of. Even polar bears have PFOA levels from teflon production. This from the gang who fucked up and allowed me to ingest them in the first place, the sick assholes. Don't ask me how ingesting yet more plastic pollutants aids the perp's cause, but they have been relatively consistent about this harassment method.
If my conspiratorial notions are accurate, the perps have their hand in all major technical advancements, and yet allowed these pollutants to be widespread over the globe. The perps tell me that the plastics have different energetic properties at the quantum level than at the cellular level, and this is the reason they innundate me with the "plastic bag people" (shoppers with plastic bags), PVC packing irrigation services trucks, have the faux vagrants tote their plastic bags in my path, and loads of other gangstalking feints all to test me out as to my reaction to these various plastics. Not my problem, so why am I being constantly hounded over it?
There won't ever be an answer to that, as I am the last to know, and the fuckers won't let me in on that.
2240h
A nightime shopping that had at least 200 assorted gangstalkers in action. Details might follow, or might be wiped from recall, though nothing too outrageous to report. Time to call this one done; early mornings for the next while.
A day of toil in the soil for daffodil bulb picking; not that I was free from harassment with plenty of the bulbs ejecting from my hands with no conventionally understood force application. This being a Saturday is when the Punjabi employees take a break, but not today. They put on the usual crowd, yellow turban and then a black turban. Then they put on a new Punjabi that didn't appear to say anything, one that somehow knew to give me the stare for the first time when I passed by. He was a black turbaned Punjabi with a big grey beard with blue eyes, and I have no idea if it was the real deal, or a morphover of some quisling/operative asshole. It is unusual that a new Punjabi was hired, so perhaps this is just a "for me" act all in an attempt to swamp me with the most acceptable turban color, that being black. Both were sitting in front of me in the next seat on the minibus, and I am sure it is another round of the perps attempting to figure out the bioenergetics as to why I hate the sight of turbans and most headwear. Not my problem, so why am I relentlessly hounded over my dislikes, and did another party have any role in creating these subconscious recollections they are attempting to emulate?
And speaking of intractable ventures, I see that my nemesis Anonymous is back making comments, now blocked again. My very first flaming reader, one who knows my name and won't send me an email to debate his ongoing tirade. At least I have one more reader than the Google Analytics pulled up, something I want to get off my PC as the perps use it to plant pop-up boxes in my face whenever at critical moments.
I was working the back end of a field for most of the day, and after the afternoon break, and being out of sight from the road, I took off my shirt in an attempt to get a start on a tan. That drew one of the more persistent gangstalking "coworkers" to arrive, and thankfully only her. Anyhow, the "tanning session" only lasted 20 minutes until the sun was obscured by cloud, and I called it quits and put my shirt back on. Then I moved to a new row to begin digging for more bulbs. About then the box delivery truck arrived, two more guys joined in to help them unload them, and then at least three more "coworkers" arrived. It would seem that the perps in their prevention of me tanning, in the sun or in a booth, need to understand something about me and sun exposure (on white skin) and allowed a rare 20 minute tanning session to be the focus of a gangstalking convergence. Like I have mentioned, they seem not to be able to pick up vitamin D generation.
The perps have stopped me from visiting tanning booths/beds in the past by shutting down the business just before my arrival. Another method was to nail me with pulsing pains to the head while in the tanning booth. I found tanning booths/beds to be invaluable to get a tan started so I don't look so incredibly white skinned. No doubt this was under perp auspices, and here we are again, over five years later and 20 minutes of outside sun exposure makes for the day's major gangstalking event in the back end of a daffodil bulb field.
In the high harassment madness of the perps in 2002, they even had some kind of optical fibers poking out from the pot lamp in the ceiling of the tanning booth. I found them, and took them out and put them in an envelope in my briefcase. I had planned to examine them later, but lo, if the envelope and its contents had just plain vanished from my briefcase, which I made sure not to leave unattended. This wasn't the only item to be removed from my briefcase; a paper on ADD went missing, and in another event, my copy of the CT scan went missing. Most long term TI's have many similar stories where items go missing "by themselves", or conversely in my case, 50 to 250 teleported crumbs that "arrive" on my dinner plate for all three meals per day. Currently, I have boxes of clothes that have are missing from my locker, and some of the contents have "somehow" arrived back in my apartment. There have also been transferences, where the matress was stored at my brother's place and then "somehow" ended up at my parent's place. When I asked my brother as to how it happened, he didn't really have a convincing answer.
1950h
And while picking daffodil bulbs I noted my perp pals were up to old tricks; burning PVC plastic and managing the toxic fumes to be inhaled by me. When I lived in Nelson BC, a neighbor would do this every Saturday, right in the one of most ecologically aware areas of all of BC. Then my new neighbor did this in Victoria, about two years later,- a total illegality as burning substances are highly controlled in city bylaws. (Burning PVC's will create dioxins, a very toxic and persistent carcinogen). Today while picking bulbs, lo, if a farm neighbor didn't burn some plastics for me to yet again inhale as part of the perp's bizarre quest to find out how and why my bioenergetics is altered by trace level plastic residues that most of us have some measure of. Even polar bears have PFOA levels from teflon production. This from the gang who fucked up and allowed me to ingest them in the first place, the sick assholes. Don't ask me how ingesting yet more plastic pollutants aids the perp's cause, but they have been relatively consistent about this harassment method.
If my conspiratorial notions are accurate, the perps have their hand in all major technical advancements, and yet allowed these pollutants to be widespread over the globe. The perps tell me that the plastics have different energetic properties at the quantum level than at the cellular level, and this is the reason they innundate me with the "plastic bag people" (shoppers with plastic bags), PVC packing irrigation services trucks, have the faux vagrants tote their plastic bags in my path, and loads of other gangstalking feints all to test me out as to my reaction to these various plastics. Not my problem, so why am I being constantly hounded over it?
There won't ever be an answer to that, as I am the last to know, and the fuckers won't let me in on that.
2240h
A nightime shopping that had at least 200 assorted gangstalkers in action. Details might follow, or might be wiped from recall, though nothing too outrageous to report. Time to call this one done; early mornings for the next while.
Friday, September 28, 2007
An Apartment Inspection
1415h
I was phoned yesterday about being "inspected" by the rent subsidy people, and today the woman came to ask me questions about how my living was doing. Not a big deal, and it is rightfully prudent of them in providing a rent subsidy to see what they are getting for their money, especially among the mental illness crowd with whom I have been grouped with.
The 1100h appointment "necessitated", as per planted thoughts, a cleaning, dusting and vacuuming. I thought the inspection was more about how I am keeping this place, but no, it was more about how the location and building are working out for me, and also plugging the theme of the past week, that being to volunteer at something. I have looked, and so far, haven't been impressed enough or I am being sabotaged by mind-fuck energies to lose my motivation, something that they have done to me for a long time, usually in specific doses/instances and not an ongoing problem.
Not a big deal, but I am sure the perps got great benefit from this intensified cleaning; floors scrubbed to remove the perp's blackish maser reflective coatings, then carpets vacuumed, dusting which "somehow" I had not gotten onto in weeks of lamenting its accelerated arrival and cummulations, and taking the garbage out. While waiting the few minutes before she made it upstairs, a 12 pointed star made of deep grey felt with one side coated with a transparent rubber compound "somehow" arrived under my chair on the surface of the office chair mat, and I was compelled to put in in the garbage, the new bag that I had put in place some 30 minutes earlier. I get an awful lot of crumbs that suddenly "arrive", but this small, 1" diameter, felted object had to be the weirdest yet. And I can only assume that its proximity to the inspection woman, some 4' away, was also of vital importance.
Per mind-fuck script, "I" asked about the continuity of the rent subsidy, and she then told me that if I get work then I won't need it, a slighty bizarre answer and one to effectively piss upon that notion opf working as it would incurr yet more financial responsibilities. She gave this answer while she was looking up, and so I can only conclude that my question was expected per script, and she was being fed the answer via a text message to her eyes, something that I experienced once. So..., the real answer appears to be go volunteering. Never mind how financially onerous this existence is.
And the inspector didn't even ask about my "condition", though she did ask about my past employment history, and I was given opportunity to tell her that I have Attention Deficit Disorder and specific nonverbal learning problems. Funny how that worked out; absolutely no curiousity about my current state of being, or how I ended up in these circumstances just like the doctor last week. It was all a little weird, this obvious avoidance of how I got to be in the "program", i.e. mental health services.
As always, when an operative/shill is featured I wonder if the person is really in a different form, and that they maybe someone else in morph-over. Usually the perps don't leave many clues, and today they made sure I noticed the inspector woman was left handed. As it "so happens", the perps have learned to manipulate my right-handedness in the past year, so it isn't the cover story detail that it is advertised to be. I have no idea who it really was, and it could of well been someone legitimate, as even this detail is one that is sometimes important to the perp's objectives.
This woman's clothing was straight from Perpland Clothing; a navy blue jacket, brown pants, and a red waist pouch that resided between her legs for the Q & A show. Meanwhile, outside on the street from where I was sitting, the perps were running all manner of vehicle color combinations, so can only assume that this is a component of the ongoing harassment that is coordinated with visitations. My big excitement of the day likely.
1555h
Street yappers and a fruit fly assault that defies my normally good success in nailing them first time. A sudden overhead pounding started up for some three seconds, and I wasn't allowed to recall what the prompting thought or item I was reading at the time.
1815h
A huge single pounding overhead with a mild coincidental zapping just erupted as I was finding some humor in a blog title. And I was mind-fucked into screaming at the assholes, and I don't normally engage in this futiity as it is totally pointless for me. The real story is that the perps like me to vocalize, the louder, the better. And this is the pre-dinner time moment, and I should get something to eat to alleviate being a continuing temptation as a target,
And I got fucked out of going to a 1800h one-time yoga class only two blocks away; the almighty dysthymic wave came upon me and all motivation simply melted away. There have been too many of these events to be normal. I am getting pissed that I cannot be allowed to engage in activities that I would normally do, and want to. What the perps get out of this I don't know, but it is an extreme piss off.
And I took another look at the volunteering website and was equally rendered to a "don't care" level, another perp imposed mind state.
2250h
More web surfing, a repeat of the intensified pre-overt harassment days of early 2002, where a "sudden" (read, mind-fucked) interest in naturism "erupted", pictures included. I don't know what the perp's fascination about having me look at these sites is, but all it tells me is that I have "been there, done that". The perps haven't let me out for sunbathing since 2003, even in the days of having my vehicle until mid 2006. Not a big deal, and I also found that my second pair of sunglasses was sabotaged last week when travelling. That makes two pairs of sunglasses being trashed in the past 2 years. While on this topic, the perps also make sure that should I go to a suntanning business, they will shut the business down before my arrival, and thwart my intent.
Time to call this blog posting done for today.
I was phoned yesterday about being "inspected" by the rent subsidy people, and today the woman came to ask me questions about how my living was doing. Not a big deal, and it is rightfully prudent of them in providing a rent subsidy to see what they are getting for their money, especially among the mental illness crowd with whom I have been grouped with.
The 1100h appointment "necessitated", as per planted thoughts, a cleaning, dusting and vacuuming. I thought the inspection was more about how I am keeping this place, but no, it was more about how the location and building are working out for me, and also plugging the theme of the past week, that being to volunteer at something. I have looked, and so far, haven't been impressed enough or I am being sabotaged by mind-fuck energies to lose my motivation, something that they have done to me for a long time, usually in specific doses/instances and not an ongoing problem.
Not a big deal, but I am sure the perps got great benefit from this intensified cleaning; floors scrubbed to remove the perp's blackish maser reflective coatings, then carpets vacuumed, dusting which "somehow" I had not gotten onto in weeks of lamenting its accelerated arrival and cummulations, and taking the garbage out. While waiting the few minutes before she made it upstairs, a 12 pointed star made of deep grey felt with one side coated with a transparent rubber compound "somehow" arrived under my chair on the surface of the office chair mat, and I was compelled to put in in the garbage, the new bag that I had put in place some 30 minutes earlier. I get an awful lot of crumbs that suddenly "arrive", but this small, 1" diameter, felted object had to be the weirdest yet. And I can only assume that its proximity to the inspection woman, some 4' away, was also of vital importance.
Per mind-fuck script, "I" asked about the continuity of the rent subsidy, and she then told me that if I get work then I won't need it, a slighty bizarre answer and one to effectively piss upon that notion opf working as it would incurr yet more financial responsibilities. She gave this answer while she was looking up, and so I can only conclude that my question was expected per script, and she was being fed the answer via a text message to her eyes, something that I experienced once. So..., the real answer appears to be go volunteering. Never mind how financially onerous this existence is.
And the inspector didn't even ask about my "condition", though she did ask about my past employment history, and I was given opportunity to tell her that I have Attention Deficit Disorder and specific nonverbal learning problems. Funny how that worked out; absolutely no curiousity about my current state of being, or how I ended up in these circumstances just like the doctor last week. It was all a little weird, this obvious avoidance of how I got to be in the "program", i.e. mental health services.
As always, when an operative/shill is featured I wonder if the person is really in a different form, and that they maybe someone else in morph-over. Usually the perps don't leave many clues, and today they made sure I noticed the inspector woman was left handed. As it "so happens", the perps have learned to manipulate my right-handedness in the past year, so it isn't the cover story detail that it is advertised to be. I have no idea who it really was, and it could of well been someone legitimate, as even this detail is one that is sometimes important to the perp's objectives.
This woman's clothing was straight from Perpland Clothing; a navy blue jacket, brown pants, and a red waist pouch that resided between her legs for the Q & A show. Meanwhile, outside on the street from where I was sitting, the perps were running all manner of vehicle color combinations, so can only assume that this is a component of the ongoing harassment that is coordinated with visitations. My big excitement of the day likely.
1555h
Street yappers and a fruit fly assault that defies my normally good success in nailing them first time. A sudden overhead pounding started up for some three seconds, and I wasn't allowed to recall what the prompting thought or item I was reading at the time.
1815h
A huge single pounding overhead with a mild coincidental zapping just erupted as I was finding some humor in a blog title. And I was mind-fucked into screaming at the assholes, and I don't normally engage in this futiity as it is totally pointless for me. The real story is that the perps like me to vocalize, the louder, the better. And this is the pre-dinner time moment, and I should get something to eat to alleviate being a continuing temptation as a target,
And I got fucked out of going to a 1800h one-time yoga class only two blocks away; the almighty dysthymic wave came upon me and all motivation simply melted away. There have been too many of these events to be normal. I am getting pissed that I cannot be allowed to engage in activities that I would normally do, and want to. What the perps get out of this I don't know, but it is an extreme piss off.
And I took another look at the volunteering website and was equally rendered to a "don't care" level, another perp imposed mind state.
2250h
More web surfing, a repeat of the intensified pre-overt harassment days of early 2002, where a "sudden" (read, mind-fucked) interest in naturism "erupted", pictures included. I don't know what the perp's fascination about having me look at these sites is, but all it tells me is that I have "been there, done that". The perps haven't let me out for sunbathing since 2003, even in the days of having my vehicle until mid 2006. Not a big deal, and I also found that my second pair of sunglasses was sabotaged last week when travelling. That makes two pairs of sunglasses being trashed in the past 2 years. While on this topic, the perps also make sure that should I go to a suntanning business, they will shut the business down before my arrival, and thwart my intent.
Time to call this blog posting done for today.
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