02-29-2016
A day at my alternate employer #3 owing to some lame-assed excuse at the regular employer (2), mentioned in a past blog posting. (The Shift key is on the fritz for some reason).
This employer has now started work days at 0700h, cut down to two 15 min. breaks in the day (no unpaid 30 min. lunch time as before), and is now going 9 hours a day. All to get the vine pruning done, even if a crew of visa Mexicans comes this week. They only have a month left before the canes need to be laid down on the fruiting wire, usually the bottom trellis wire. So...my first day for the week started with these new time demands, and of course no one told me two days ago when I was there. So of course I arrive at 0730h, as we did for the last two months. All in keeping with the perp agenda to have me arrive late, and offset my start time, often in alternation with others' arrivals.
And why this litany of suffering, in the so-called "civilized world", aka the First World? One of the pope's top advisors denies knowledge of a pedophilic priest in Australia and why he was transferred so often. Don't these asshole's get it? They deny, obstruct, lie etc. all the way to the top and ultimately cast public disparagement, cynicism and contempt upon the RC organization all over the world, especially in the North America. And who in the western world is going to take this outfit seriously, never mind their litany of historical horrors they have perpetuated and attempted to bury when attempting to get mind-share over all other religions? It makes one cringe as to what their secrets might be. Or, to play the devil's advocate, perhaps that is the supra-role of the RC church; to foster and sustain human suffering, for the masses in general, (e.g. over population), and in specific cases of pedophilia and other like abuses. The outrageous travesties suffered by the Duplessis Orphans in Quebec in the 1950's and 1960's comes to mind. Food for thought anyhow.
Then this travesty of justice in Ontario, Canada, where the Chief Pathologist was both incompetent and supremely malicious to put some 20 families into excruciating legal turmoil, if not jail. The latest was that a 25 year old manslaughter conviction that was overturned. I heard the victim/appellant interviewed on the radio tonight, and she only pleaded guilty to save her family from being broken up by the courts if it went to trial. Some justice in that when one is innocent and pleads guilty to lessen the potential burden of a trial, a crapshoot at best IMHO. In My Humble and Cynical Opinion (IMHCO) I should add. And to tie it back to this; the perps just LOVE to create duress and stress on innocent people, and apart from creating extra psychic energies to remotely detect and analyze (IMHO), I don't know what they get from it. Unless they are so cynically deranged that they find it funny.
An athlete`s foot eruption, another perp invoked hassle no doubt. Given their fetish over feet, footwear, and the ground I walk on, why am I not surprised. I precautions, but of course they can dither ones mind to create opportunities, not that they need to do that even.
My low iron (ferritin, 30 micro-grams per L) is very rare in males I came to learn last week from my visit to the MD, and I "happen" to be one of them. Interesting, those magnetic molecules that circulate in our blood and no doubt foil the perps' remote neural monitoring habits who have trashed my existence, and still keep at it. And too, keep me in a densified magnetic field, as measured at 1600 Gauss in about 2010. It was 200 Gauss during the intense abuse days in Seattle. And too, they keep masers and plasma beams, both magnetic phenomenon, circulating around me all day long. My bedroom is like a "thousand points of light" once I turn off the lights for bed. FYI; normal background earth magnetism is 0.5 Gauss.
03-02-2016
Wine making duties at Employer #1 in this region. I have three concurrent employers in this ever rotating cycle, as well as the financial reverses to keep me at it.
And in the course of winemaking at this garage, why, all manner of things going; three pumps later I finally get going on the racking. The pressure washer was working and then it packed it in. Not to mention many spillings and forced "forgets" as if I was a green rookie. As in total recall domination and depredation by remote means.
A 10 minute rageification over the function of the garlic press tonight, and again last night. The assholes ran me out of onions and I "happened" to have this garlic that needs to be used up, and "happened" to recall that I brought the press back with other belongings after Christmas. I used it plenty for 5 years to 2011 or so, and then got spooked by finding that garlic messes up the transference of information from the brain's hemispheres and stopped eating . It was a useful kitchen implement and I used it plenty and knew how to operate it handily. All such knowledge was completely "lost", as in obliterated. And I never forget how to operate simple tools, and somehow this occurred.
03-03-2016
A long day of red wine making; this time with another person running the cross-flow filter and I did much of the hose connecting, some pumping and pressure washer cleaning. And what is so important for the perps that they release my grasp of the fittings (tri-clamp; gasket and clamp), not once, but three times before they let me connect it? The hose, ornery 1.5" to be sure, got moved off the fitting, causing more wine to leak, and just plain manipulation of my fingers for adverse consequences. And of course if speed and fine motor skills were more critical, say, when wine was flowing out (not under pressure), why, that is when more of the finger fumbling fuckery was laid on me.
And lo, if the water pressure was up and the pressure washer worked today as it was needed all day. And the specialized electrical cord, European to US 3x230v cord showed up, making that pump connectable, unlike yesterday.
Only five forced pissings on the day, often at predictable moments like when taking measurements, when making notes (including of measurements), when changing tasks and when about to start connecting hoses. Lucky me to have the hounds of hell messing with my urination at their critical moments. If only if I knew why.
03-05-2016
A day of fucking hell on the wine making front; the Aussie who designed the filling system (which I hadn`seen or used before), takes on a hectoring and badgering manner, and the perps complementing this adversity by making me like a like a retard today. And we went through four wine pumps to get the optimum flow for the filling machine. Do the perps ever love productivity sabotage or what.
I picked up my amplifier at the PO after 2.5 months away, having sent it to Chicago to get 8 transistors fixed, each part worth about $1.20 according to the bill. A $600 jerkaround in all, including shipping. The city of Chicago comes up a few times on the perp name dropping imperative; my co-worker of the summer time of 2012 went there to do her Master's in journalism. About one year later she "shows up" in yoga class, the only time since, and I ask her "how was Chicago?" (intending to lead into asking if she finished her degree, how did she like it, and what she is doing now etc.), and all she said "it was fine". I worked with her for three months, hadn't seen her for a year or so, and all I get was that lame-assed answer. At that moment she "happened" to be sitting down some 4' from where all the blocks were stored in the cubbies and the rest of the class was milling around getting their blocks too. It was no circumstance to continue the conversation, (doubtless planned), and that was the last chance I had to speak with her. About two weeks later, some unidentified person mentions "Chicago" from that same direction when I was on my mat 15' from where she had been located. Apart from a two hour layover to catch a flight there, I haven't been to Chicago and have little interest in doing so. (I am sure there are many interesting things to see there, and this is not meant as a knock on the Windy City). Yes, I know the prez (Obama) is from Chicago, but so what, lots of folks are.
It is always a big deal for the perps to have me pick up a brown cardboard box, this one containing the amplifier, and sure enough, they had me wait for two protracted customers. The one closest to me was a fat girl with this major mop of fugly crimped hair, enough hair volume for two people's hair of the same length. I don't think I have seen anything quite so hideous short of an afro-do. (Or was it a wig on their favorite fat girl they like to tell me about, initials ML). They even put the RCMP (Royal Canadian Mendacious Plods) in the store where I picked up the parcel, a blonde woman officer no less, some 30' away and doing an appearance for whatever perp reason. At least five other mofos/stalkers were on me before I got out the door, and at least that again in the parking lot. The fugly brown shorts wearing dude with the babe who crossed my path on the way in, just "happened" to cross my path on my way out, and both choosing to course around my parked vehicle on the driver's side on their way through. Funny how that "happens".
Then at least 15 screamings at the perps once I got back to my residence and began making dinner. Pulling out things from my hands and fingers, flicking food, forcing me to go to the wrong cupboard etc. Have I not been through enough fucking grief today? Not according to the Abuser-General. Then some 20 ants show up in the kitchen.
03-07-2016
Sunday, and work at the vineyard/winery, at employer 1. Mostly I was working alone as directed, so no "co worker" adversity.
I see that I am mentioned as a perp in someone elses TI blog. How absurd; I go through this unconventional daily abuse-athon, now 14 years nearly (and over 1700 blog postings), and now the implied suggestion is that this is all made up. All over a helpful (I thought) lifestyle change suggestion. OK I get it; don`t offer help anytime, including donations.
Time to get this posted for the week.
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Sunday, March 06, 2016
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Color My Vehicle White
03-24-2014
Winemaking work today, and I had 10 minutes to get into the house, and get ready for yoga. And lo, when I got back in my vehicle there was copious amounts of white splatter on my roof and on the windshield in front of the driver. Like WTF; no overhead pole or power line for birds to roost, and somehow they scored a direct hit on my parked vehicle over the driver's side and roof. I have experienced enough of these faux birdshit rains to know it isn't them, directly at least.
Yoga began with a difference, in that a crowd (12 in all) freestylers "happened" to be doing a guest spot in the class. These were snowboarding freestylers, seemingly a local group doing special ski training and had their mats placed tight against the back wall. They were all there when I arrived some 15 min. before class when I am usually the first to arrive. A dude from this troup was moved in beside me in a a dumbshit stripes and polka dots outfit (shorts too. (Can I count the Unfavored Features for you; male over 20, curly hair, unshaven, in shorts and in a fugly polka dots and stripes outfit - five in all). The other semi-regular male was sitting just beyond this fugly feature, both on my L. The semi-regular dude has essentially circled me over the last ten classes or so; L, R, behind and the farthest reaches of the class room.
I did a late evening run to get vehicle cleaned, and lo, if there wasn't headlights aimed at me from across the street for a minute or so. Then I drove the vehicle for some 20 min. on the highway to "blow dry" it. Likely a perp stunt, as they seem to be setting up more of these "exit and return" more frequently, no matter the activity, from kitchen to the great outdoors.
03-25-2014
I was performing winemaking activity all day today; racking is the name for transferring wine and leaving the sediment behind. Some 80L was in the sediment, as the owner wanted the cheap fining agent that had a fluffy and deep settling habit. Better fining agents settle in a compact fashion with less wine loss.
As usual, the vineyard owners took off, came back, took off again and "happened" to be coming back as I was departing, crossing paths some 400m away from the vineyard gate. Could this be vehicular gangstalking by one's employer?
red face flush at nearly exacty 1600h; no reason as it wasn't sunny, and I wasn't outside all the time. Except to color correlate me to the myriad red gangstalking vehicles on the way back. And adding more tan brown metallic vehicles, very often behind a red colored vehicle.
I had a phone call two weeks ago about this financial uncertainty I mentioned about three weeks ago. I expected a letter as to what my financial repayments are to be, but nothing so far. It could be $20k or more, and I would dearly like to clear this up. Seems like a perp show when these kinds of matters become protracted.
03-26-2014
On soil hauling work; cleaning up a bank slide. The soil is pushed up by the tractor, and then he dumps two or three bucket loads into the tippable box. I drive it up to the top of the bank and we compact it at the bank edge using our feet. This person I am working with is someone who has a vision, but doesn't convey it, and woe if I violate this unspoken code in all its aspects of soil placement, compaction level and other measures of job quality that he has in mind. It is just like working with my old man; and I don't need those kind of reminders, ever. Which is probably what the whole deal is about in the first place, eliciting the abreactions formed in childhood along with a British accent. (The person with whom I am working with is Australian, close enough).
03-27-2014
Still on soil hauling, and I see on the adjacent bounding road a pick up vehicle parked all day, and lo, if it isn't colored with a film of the same color of dirt, fully covered and evenly sprayed; such a big deal of late, soil sprayed vehicles.
I was wine pumping all afternoon to get the blend correct. I was invited for dinner in the evening along with the neighbors and the person with whom I was working with. I have no idea as to what the perps are looking for in these social events, but I was reminded of a curious custom I observed before in the same circumstances. The couple arrives in a vehicle at the gate, some 200' from the house, and then the front passenger gets out and walks the distance while the driver proceeds on to the house. This is the third time I have noticed this, and each time it is the woman who does the walking. Kind of like curious to say the least. I didn't get back until 1930h, almost time for bed. Which then played into not being able to get a new box of disposable gloves on the way home, and the next day, I didn't have any to wear. Which then somehow spawned an eruption of black stain on my hands, which really shouldn't be there as I pumping only white wine. Surely I have mentioned how often the perps like to mess with my gloves, and disposable ones are even more break prone.
03-28-2014
I am continuing to filtering wine; the owners took off again keeping a 100% record for being absent when I am filtering wine. You would think the owner, who designed the system to filter wine, would want to see how it turned out and if it needs to be tweaked, tuned etc.
There were many things went awry, but nowhere near as bad as that hellacious abuse while doing the same activity two weeks ago. That was a total rage-fication show for 5 hours, and I still am abreactive to the perp's planted recollections of that particular abuse-a-thon. Examples of the arranged adversities in this context are: stopping the pump and no apparent conventional reason, forced "forgets" on opening valves, connecting hoses etc., "inadvertently" dumping wine from the open hose when I could of placed a plug in it, having a lid hanging rope dangle into the just-filtered wine, slowly pushing me off the step ladder to force me to grab the adjacent tank rim to stay upright, pulling items from my grasp and others. Fucking hell on earth is another way of describing all that. And for the last two hours, they slowed the pump down to protract the job all the more.
03-29-2014 Saturday
Got my laundry going this morning, and the absence of the freaks was most conspicuous. Only a pregnant woman arrived following placing coins into the slot of the coin operated machine. And could I ascribe this to financial transaction stalking, just like every time since the perp's berserk/overt abuse offensive?
I went to the tanning salon to spend the half hour or so, and the wacko-appearing girl was on duty. False eyelashes, tattoos on her arms, and this time in a pink ballcap with silver glitter text on it. She was framed by a woman in black and red on my L, and on the R, a large woman in mostly red. Can we say "framed" perhaps, as in red framed? After I exited, the large woman was still at the desk chatting with the girl in the pink ballcap. Like WTF; who tarries at the desk of a tanning salon for 25 min. when there was no obvious waiting?
I worked in the afternoon doing wine filtering transferring; the owners were away again (for this activity), though they came back 40 min. later. From then on, the swearing from arranged adversity had to be in quiet mode. Part of the filtering activity was using a UV lamp to sterilize the wine, and wasn't that a coincidence that I gave myself a UV dose at the tanning salon earlier?
A new cable was just installed for this PC; a HDMI to DVI adapter cable, and to my surprise, it worked seamlessly (after sitting around for a week, aka "fallow" time) as "somehow" I was unmotivated to get on with installing it.
03-30-2014
A late get-up (0900h) for a Sunday, and even a later start (1100) by the time I had finished my weekly arms, torso and usual face shaving following breakfast. The perps hit me for a 10 hour sleep, replete with winemaking dreams, 2 more hours than I need.
The cold virus they gave me last week is starting to abate; the full-on application of vitamin C, D, echinacea and Cold-FX gave me the immune boost I needed. (Almost) needless to say, but the perps do have some major research going on with those two vitamins and the immune system, hence their preoccupation with having me staying tanned (vitamin D).
I see the links in my favorite TI blogger's recent posts don't work; though it seems it might be a "just for me" problem eruption.
This new infernal NAS computer seems to clunk away for 18 hours (through night and all today) when it should only be doing an incremental back up on files that changed, and there was precious few of those, maybe 10 in all. Its those spinning magnetic discs that the perps like, only 18" from my elbow as I write this.
Tax time, and the flaky software was good for at least 6 screamings at the assholes; "errors" that would not fix, "errors" that were stuck in a loop and wouldn't let me out (form says if I have a "0" in one box I am not to have a non-zero amount in another). Well, I followed the annual income form exactly, so what do you want? And lo, if a message bubble didn't come up later to tell me just that, so I deleted the "0" and it would not fix the error. Before that, a change in the user profile name wiped out all my info until I found the old profile. Before that, going from the web page forms to the log-in, and all the web page info got wiped out. A few others, along with a forced "forget" of entering in a number. A whole $1500 I owe in taxes; its why I save isn't it? Come to think of it, I "somehow" forgot to ask for additional deductions each pay check last year when I realized that they were too low, but was partially saved from such a $1500 hit by the deductibility of my vineyard worker tuition in the prior year.
Now post-dinner. The perps kept up the rage-fication show while making, eating and finishing the dishes of dinner. That I was cutting and shredding some vegetables while the hassles came on didn't go unnoticed. Sending me to the wrong cupboard/drawer is always one of their favorite stunts to get the rage show going. As is poking me in the fingers or hand, spilling food and last, but not least, adding some mold to the vegetables I had in the fridge at its new colder setting.
Now the latest in "piss interrupting"; that is, a forced need to take a piss at a certain moment. Today, it is during the play of each of two new CD's that came in the mail a few days ago. And no lests, both are similar performers of the same genre and both are blondes and attractive. So it would seem that the perps want to look at my piss during the play of each of these two performers, and adding in some rage-ification over making me not notice the toilet lever wasn't depressed until almost out the door.
And why is it that the perps like popping a dialog box on top of where I am doing work? Or else have the cursor end up exactly where I want to type? I had more than enough of those inconveniences before they went berserk/overt in 04-2002, but the escalated level of this fuckery since was evident from the get-go and hasn't let up.
A Sunday wrap up to get this posted.
Winemaking work today, and I had 10 minutes to get into the house, and get ready for yoga. And lo, when I got back in my vehicle there was copious amounts of white splatter on my roof and on the windshield in front of the driver. Like WTF; no overhead pole or power line for birds to roost, and somehow they scored a direct hit on my parked vehicle over the driver's side and roof. I have experienced enough of these faux birdshit rains to know it isn't them, directly at least.
Yoga began with a difference, in that a crowd (12 in all) freestylers "happened" to be doing a guest spot in the class. These were snowboarding freestylers, seemingly a local group doing special ski training and had their mats placed tight against the back wall. They were all there when I arrived some 15 min. before class when I am usually the first to arrive. A dude from this troup was moved in beside me in a a dumbshit stripes and polka dots outfit (shorts too. (Can I count the Unfavored Features for you; male over 20, curly hair, unshaven, in shorts and in a fugly polka dots and stripes outfit - five in all). The other semi-regular male was sitting just beyond this fugly feature, both on my L. The semi-regular dude has essentially circled me over the last ten classes or so; L, R, behind and the farthest reaches of the class room.
I did a late evening run to get vehicle cleaned, and lo, if there wasn't headlights aimed at me from across the street for a minute or so. Then I drove the vehicle for some 20 min. on the highway to "blow dry" it. Likely a perp stunt, as they seem to be setting up more of these "exit and return" more frequently, no matter the activity, from kitchen to the great outdoors.
03-25-2014
I was performing winemaking activity all day today; racking is the name for transferring wine and leaving the sediment behind. Some 80L was in the sediment, as the owner wanted the cheap fining agent that had a fluffy and deep settling habit. Better fining agents settle in a compact fashion with less wine loss.
As usual, the vineyard owners took off, came back, took off again and "happened" to be coming back as I was departing, crossing paths some 400m away from the vineyard gate. Could this be vehicular gangstalking by one's employer?
red face flush at nearly exacty 1600h; no reason as it wasn't sunny, and I wasn't outside all the time. Except to color correlate me to the myriad red gangstalking vehicles on the way back. And adding more tan brown metallic vehicles, very often behind a red colored vehicle.
I had a phone call two weeks ago about this financial uncertainty I mentioned about three weeks ago. I expected a letter as to what my financial repayments are to be, but nothing so far. It could be $20k or more, and I would dearly like to clear this up. Seems like a perp show when these kinds of matters become protracted.
03-26-2014
On soil hauling work; cleaning up a bank slide. The soil is pushed up by the tractor, and then he dumps two or three bucket loads into the tippable box. I drive it up to the top of the bank and we compact it at the bank edge using our feet. This person I am working with is someone who has a vision, but doesn't convey it, and woe if I violate this unspoken code in all its aspects of soil placement, compaction level and other measures of job quality that he has in mind. It is just like working with my old man; and I don't need those kind of reminders, ever. Which is probably what the whole deal is about in the first place, eliciting the abreactions formed in childhood along with a British accent. (The person with whom I am working with is Australian, close enough).
03-27-2014
Still on soil hauling, and I see on the adjacent bounding road a pick up vehicle parked all day, and lo, if it isn't colored with a film of the same color of dirt, fully covered and evenly sprayed; such a big deal of late, soil sprayed vehicles.
I was wine pumping all afternoon to get the blend correct. I was invited for dinner in the evening along with the neighbors and the person with whom I was working with. I have no idea as to what the perps are looking for in these social events, but I was reminded of a curious custom I observed before in the same circumstances. The couple arrives in a vehicle at the gate, some 200' from the house, and then the front passenger gets out and walks the distance while the driver proceeds on to the house. This is the third time I have noticed this, and each time it is the woman who does the walking. Kind of like curious to say the least. I didn't get back until 1930h, almost time for bed. Which then played into not being able to get a new box of disposable gloves on the way home, and the next day, I didn't have any to wear. Which then somehow spawned an eruption of black stain on my hands, which really shouldn't be there as I pumping only white wine. Surely I have mentioned how often the perps like to mess with my gloves, and disposable ones are even more break prone.
03-28-2014
I am continuing to filtering wine; the owners took off again keeping a 100% record for being absent when I am filtering wine. You would think the owner, who designed the system to filter wine, would want to see how it turned out and if it needs to be tweaked, tuned etc.
There were many things went awry, but nowhere near as bad as that hellacious abuse while doing the same activity two weeks ago. That was a total rage-fication show for 5 hours, and I still am abreactive to the perp's planted recollections of that particular abuse-a-thon. Examples of the arranged adversities in this context are: stopping the pump and no apparent conventional reason, forced "forgets" on opening valves, connecting hoses etc., "inadvertently" dumping wine from the open hose when I could of placed a plug in it, having a lid hanging rope dangle into the just-filtered wine, slowly pushing me off the step ladder to force me to grab the adjacent tank rim to stay upright, pulling items from my grasp and others. Fucking hell on earth is another way of describing all that. And for the last two hours, they slowed the pump down to protract the job all the more.
03-29-2014 Saturday
Got my laundry going this morning, and the absence of the freaks was most conspicuous. Only a pregnant woman arrived following placing coins into the slot of the coin operated machine. And could I ascribe this to financial transaction stalking, just like every time since the perp's berserk/overt abuse offensive?
I went to the tanning salon to spend the half hour or so, and the wacko-appearing girl was on duty. False eyelashes, tattoos on her arms, and this time in a pink ballcap with silver glitter text on it. She was framed by a woman in black and red on my L, and on the R, a large woman in mostly red. Can we say "framed" perhaps, as in red framed? After I exited, the large woman was still at the desk chatting with the girl in the pink ballcap. Like WTF; who tarries at the desk of a tanning salon for 25 min. when there was no obvious waiting?
I worked in the afternoon doing wine filtering transferring; the owners were away again (for this activity), though they came back 40 min. later. From then on, the swearing from arranged adversity had to be in quiet mode. Part of the filtering activity was using a UV lamp to sterilize the wine, and wasn't that a coincidence that I gave myself a UV dose at the tanning salon earlier?
A new cable was just installed for this PC; a HDMI to DVI adapter cable, and to my surprise, it worked seamlessly (after sitting around for a week, aka "fallow" time) as "somehow" I was unmotivated to get on with installing it.
03-30-2014
A late get-up (0900h) for a Sunday, and even a later start (1100) by the time I had finished my weekly arms, torso and usual face shaving following breakfast. The perps hit me for a 10 hour sleep, replete with winemaking dreams, 2 more hours than I need.
The cold virus they gave me last week is starting to abate; the full-on application of vitamin C, D, echinacea and Cold-FX gave me the immune boost I needed. (Almost) needless to say, but the perps do have some major research going on with those two vitamins and the immune system, hence their preoccupation with having me staying tanned (vitamin D).
I see the links in my favorite TI blogger's recent posts don't work; though it seems it might be a "just for me" problem eruption.
This new infernal NAS computer seems to clunk away for 18 hours (through night and all today) when it should only be doing an incremental back up on files that changed, and there was precious few of those, maybe 10 in all. Its those spinning magnetic discs that the perps like, only 18" from my elbow as I write this.
Tax time, and the flaky software was good for at least 6 screamings at the assholes; "errors" that would not fix, "errors" that were stuck in a loop and wouldn't let me out (form says if I have a "0" in one box I am not to have a non-zero amount in another). Well, I followed the annual income form exactly, so what do you want? And lo, if a message bubble didn't come up later to tell me just that, so I deleted the "0" and it would not fix the error. Before that, a change in the user profile name wiped out all my info until I found the old profile. Before that, going from the web page forms to the log-in, and all the web page info got wiped out. A few others, along with a forced "forget" of entering in a number. A whole $1500 I owe in taxes; its why I save isn't it? Come to think of it, I "somehow" forgot to ask for additional deductions each pay check last year when I realized that they were too low, but was partially saved from such a $1500 hit by the deductibility of my vineyard worker tuition in the prior year.
Now post-dinner. The perps kept up the rage-fication show while making, eating and finishing the dishes of dinner. That I was cutting and shredding some vegetables while the hassles came on didn't go unnoticed. Sending me to the wrong cupboard/drawer is always one of their favorite stunts to get the rage show going. As is poking me in the fingers or hand, spilling food and last, but not least, adding some mold to the vegetables I had in the fridge at its new colder setting.
Now the latest in "piss interrupting"; that is, a forced need to take a piss at a certain moment. Today, it is during the play of each of two new CD's that came in the mail a few days ago. And no lests, both are similar performers of the same genre and both are blondes and attractive. So it would seem that the perps want to look at my piss during the play of each of these two performers, and adding in some rage-ification over making me not notice the toilet lever wasn't depressed until almost out the door.
And why is it that the perps like popping a dialog box on top of where I am doing work? Or else have the cursor end up exactly where I want to type? I had more than enough of those inconveniences before they went berserk/overt in 04-2002, but the escalated level of this fuckery since was evident from the get-go and hasn't let up.
A Sunday wrap up to get this posted.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Drain the Coffers
09-12-2012
That title translates to sabotage the victim's vehicle so they can purge more of his money away. Sure, $350 for the timing belt replacement at 200k km is a given, but taking out all my running lights and then shorting it so they had to be rewired for $120 was a cute trick. And taking out a light in the dash was another; an hour of shop time to get in there and put it back, was $100 (dealership shop), and the bulbs were $25. Taking out the light on the transmission shifter was also cute, having me turn on the overhead light at night to see what gear to shift in for a few weeks. No charge for that one for some reason. The total bill was $743, which translates to a whole lot of cash when working for $11.50/hour, the perp approved rate after an enforced six years of none but the bullshit disability payments I recieved.
And the perps' obsession over pissing and sabotaging indoor lighting lights and lamps hasn't gone unnoticed these past ten years of sustained and insane abuse (and before then too). Not to mention the plethora of outdoor lights, public and private, that seem to be on the fritz and on during daylight hours. The nighttime motion detector controlled outdoor lights that also go on in the daytime by "mistake" is another. Add on the curious noise eruptions when lights go off or on, on top of everything else, and one begins to understand that the properties of light, in all its myriad sources, especially including the sun (and its sunspots too), that I see or fall upon me at any given moment are of huge interest to the sick assholes who have taken upon themselves to make sure I remain totally brain trained and obedient to the Greater Nonconsensual Experiment. And not for the greater good as I see it, despite the wide involvement of all I have known in all their diverse personality types.
09-13-2012
A warm day on the vineyard, which is not how this week started out. But everyone is glad for that, as the grapes have not ripened yet, and the heat and the light are much needed.
The owner got pissy again over arranging the fruit so it is free hanging. I was doing the job for the last three weeks with the leaves removed from the fruiting zone on one side, and all seemed OK. But now that the E. Indian fruit plucker has arrived, the other side is plucked, making the fruit much more visible, and minimal plucking on my part. I am to do the fruit arranging, except that the vineyard has to be done in two weeks, which means it has to go 8x faster. I suppose one can do less of it and skip some, and change the job to a timed event more. Attempting to get 8 rows a day done instead of one. And the owner fessed up that he couldn't really explain what he was wanting to achieve in terms of the grape cluster density.
The perps whacked me out and made me feel too tired to change back into my long pants after work. So I drove home in my shorts I had been wearing after lunch. The vehicular gangstalking was just plain nuts, as well as dithering dipshits in front of me, slowing down and being over cautious at intersections. This was the industrial area route, and not the Main Street major thoroughfare for Penticton.
And I see my new Dell 2412 IPS type monitor is now sharper and brighter two weeks after I bought it; the perps must of been working hard on adjusting my vision after the former LG TN type LCD monitor that was replaced due to a line across the screen becoming a total pain in the ass.
Plenty more forced pee-ing; 3x before I got out the door to work. Then at least two more in the first hour, and another five seconds after I stepped on this pile of volcanic landscape rock I was to shovel. As regular readers will know, the perps are obsessed with soil and rock color, and its provenance (where it came from), so for them, it was a big enough deal they had to force another unneeded piss.
Last night it was a similar theme; they had me online and looking at bathroom fans, as there isn't one here and I was looking for a portable one that doesn't need to be wired in. I was looking on Amazon. com where I get to see more selection than Amazon.ca, and a number of wired in ceiling fans came up in the research. They then kept me in this reverie about installing one, and how I could wire it in, and at one point there was a wall mounted one, and I thought (or else it was a planted notion) this would be a much better solution as no duct work would be needed. And at this point, a sudden an irrepressible need to take a crap came on, and so I had to comply, and while on the throne they reminded me that I had installed a wall mounted bathroom exhaust fan in the basement suite bathroom in the last place I owned. Well so what; and why all this nonsense about installing a wired in bathroom fan in the first place, ceiling or wall mount. I don't own this house, I rent, and by the time this particular model of wall mount fan got installed it would be a $700 bill. My landlady scores a bookcase for my suite for $2 at VV, so why would I even consider that she would be interested in a $700 bathroom fan for me? Absurd. And that is one more example of perp planted unrealistic ideations that can go on for 20 minutes or more before they stop suspending my reality check faculties on its feasibility. Another example of never-before (harassment) thought patterns.
09-14-2012
The perps woke me up an hour early (at 0500h) for no seeming reason at first. But as there is another basement suite next door, and this woman, whom I have never met, gets up about then, why, we both got up in our respective suites at about the same time. I switched my schedule to awaken at 0600h this week, and so it would seem that she was sticking to her schedule and leaving the place around 0615h. And so when doing dishes and then later putzing away my extra hour, she wasn't doing anything going by the fact there was no noise forthcoming. But around 0715h some noise and coughing and hacking starts up, and then the door gets banged a few times and she was off. I leave at 0730h, and so her vehicle was gone. Like WTF; the perps arranged our schedules to be nearly identical when her routine was delayed an hour for the first time to match mine. Other assoiciated weirdness was that there was someone else creaking the floorboards while she was downstairs coughing and hacking. Anyhow, nothing is normal to say the least, and that especially includes others' behaviors and changing of their routines to match mine.
Another high cloud but sunny day, augmented with smoke in the air, on the vineyard. All in keeping with the light level dimming the perps like to put on; keeping the sun beaming through but limiting the light levels. I started out working in the vineyard, took a break to augment myself with tan intensifier to glean the last of the natural tanning for 2012. Only five minutes into the fruit placement work on this row I was working on and then I got called over to finish yesterday's landscaping work as more landscape cloth was resupplied. So... with the tan intensfier under my shorts (I hitch them up when working in the vineyard alone) I got to finish laying the black landscape cloth (over where my vehicle had been parked a few minutes before), and shovel the red and grey volcanic landscape rock. All very important to the perps this application of tanning intensfier as well as sunblock on my face. And too, they like to keep the sunlight level and exposure time limited, much more doable at this time of year, along with the additional interventions noted above, the high cloud and haze in the air.
Another perp excitement event is the weekly changeover to a new razor insert. This is a twin blade Gillette, and it has the Teflon rub strip which seems to be all important in their perp games related to ubiquitous pollutants, PFOA's from Teflon manufacturing that even polar bears have in their bloodstream. And not forgetting they have me shave my torso (front) each morning, so I must have a greater Teflon and Gillette steel signature from shaving than most males who would only shave their face. And I am sure there are perp operatives who must spend some time shaving like I do and then circulate as gangstalkers afterward, or maybe days afterward. It is curious that Friday is the typical razor insert changeover day, and with two days off, they can also test me at yoga (Sunday) and elsewhere on the gangstalker scene that is scripted with such precision.
A 73 minute phone call with my farmworker colleague (sort of) tonight. And she never once asked how I was, and what I was doing. There has been a "don't phone", and "don't respond (email)" pattern to most of my associates' behavoirs of late, so I was a little surprised at getting such a lengthy call. And she talked about the Mexican workers at her farm, and while I know a few from last year, it does leave me baffled as to why she goes on about these people, by name, whom I don't know. And I have mentioned needless name dropping as a perp objective haven't I? Just not recently or else my recall is getting wiped more than I am allowed to know.
09-15-2012
And why is it the perps continue to attack and disable my headphones? I only got them two months ago as I needed a new pair to fit the cellphone as the PC-fitting ones wouldn't fit the jack properly. I am on my fifth pair of heaphones in ten years, and I hardly get to use any of them due to other scripted diversions. The Grado SR80 headphones were very musical, but after the perps went overt/beserk in 04-2002, they spun the metal gimbel mount in the plastic gimbel and rendered them unusable. This "happened" while they were on my head for crissakes, and I could hear the metal gimbel mount spinning at my L. ear along with the music I was listening to. I got the parts a year or so later from the Grado factory, and they worked fine for a whole CD. But then they decided that extended music listening wasn't allowed, so they disabled one headphone. I gave up, and got cheap ones, as they had already sabotaged the CD player, had me taken it in to get fixed, it worked for the same whole CD and it too was then messed with so it wouldn't play properly. Other headphones came and went, broke or were disabled, but after peeling the foam surface and creating plenty of plastic mess for a while, they left the Sony ones alone. Except that they didn't fit the recent cell phone acquisition, ergo, the new pair of Denons. But as the perps have a long history of plaguing me with interuptions in listening to music, they decided to up the ante and sabotage the headphones.
They somehow popped the locking tab out, through no action of my own, and when I attempted to fix it, which I did, they broke the head piece lug that attaches to the gimbel mount. Here we go again, fixing fucking headphones again, sending them across the country to get fixed or replaced, and on it goes. They pulled this same stunt in disabling a pair of hearing protection earmuffs back in 2004, all because they had a red band in the earmuff cup. The next pair of earmuffs were dark metallic green and with black pads. No red objects or garments allowed anywhere near my head ever since.
Later now; after having me putz online for too long this morning, the perps made me feel queasy. I got up and attended to the laundry in the washing machine and took it outside the clothesline. I started to put the laundry out, and lo, if the queasy didn't turn out worse and they made me puke in the grass only 4' away. And a deep brown color it was too, from the chocolate at breakfast some two hours earlier that somehow didn't digest. A few more rounds of puking outside, then finish hanging the laundry, and I go inside with the basket, and lo, if another round erupts keeping me at the toilet to puke into. An inside and an outside puke color comparison is what the assholes needed. And of note, when they can have me digest a meal and shit out the digested food inside 20 minutes, one can clearly see that the perps needed a brown puke show this morning.
That wasn't all though; they had me attend to finish sharpening the lopers from last week, as I spent at least an hour getting the blade shaped and rough sharpened with a coarse diamond stone. So.. on with the outside road traffic noise while I sat at a table outside and sharpened the blade that was detached from the handles. Then it was very sharp, and then a cognitive clobbering as to how to put it together, again with extra road traffic noise outside, and eventually they let me put it together, and adding to the games by pulling parts and screws from my hand. And when I finally had it together after a painful 20 min. (it would of been five at the most if I wasn't getting dithered and fucked with), all of a sudden there was this sudden need to puke. And again, a visit to the toilet, and this time lighter brown puke, and once done and cleaned up, it was on with sharpening the Felco hand pruners. This took over an hour because someone, not me, warped the 2" blade on it somehow. Then at 1400h, onto some backyard tanning, missing the best light at this time of year. Anyhow, I skipped lunch and have only finished dinner. Hopefully it stays down. All of the above aided in keeping me house bound for the day, when I had plenty of town visiting things to do.
09-16-2012
Sunday, and yoga was first at 0930h. This time the collection of some 15 women class members last week didn't materialize, but instead a dude instructor and another dude class member who could pass for Thomas Friedland, author of Guns, Germs and Steel and a NYT correspondent, came to do the "dude bonding" or whatever the perp rationale is. At 0920h, just those two were in the class room, doing whatever preliminary stretches they were doing. Last week, at 0915h, I walked in and all 15 women were already in place. This week, only five women came, trickling in after 0925h. Thankfully the heavily tattooed woman wasn't there, as the perps like to place her behind me so she is seen in the mirror all the time. It was like I was radioactive; they came in behind and along the wall, with a big-hips woman in black placed behind me for the in-mirror featuring. It was the first time in all my yoga of once/week (excepting farmwork summertime jobs), that there was a male instructor. No big deal, but the other dude-student put on his heavy breathing act so I was exposed to this ridiculous huffing and puffing during class. It just seemed like the noise was planted almost, as how could a supposedly fit cyclist, as he arrived in helmet and the rest of the cycling garb, be so breath-constrained by moderate yoga? When this BS comes to mind it is good to further evaluate the act to observe if it is for real, but as he "happened" to behind the pillar, so such luck. This heavy breathing dude hasn't been attending for at least six weeks, and then he shows up in this reduced class size with pre-class exposure to him and the male instructor. All too odd, this male-female mix the perps put me through, often featuring some aspect of body shape.
Said male yoga instructor came with tattoos on his wrists and inner arm, and of course I was treated to them from many angles each time I looked for pose detail. The tattoo show is another consistent perp presentation stunt. If I don't like tattoos, why is it that I am pursued for ten fucking years by all kind of planted Fuckwits who are arranged to show me their revolting self-directed disfigurements? Something to do with abreactions incurred during the mind-wiped years when aged 2 to 5 I suspect. And according to one young witness, they shaved the heads of their subjects in Montreal at the hands of the shrink-of-CIA's-bidding and tattooed their scalps for semi-permanent reference locations. And golly, I was there in Montreal, 1956-57 (aged 2) and 1958-59 (aged 4), and have next to no recall of being there when the latter stay should of been exceptionally vivid, re-visiting its iconic urban winterscape.
I was allowed to get my vehicle waxed today, but in two sessions; one this morning before the daytime sun got too warm, and this evening. And both times this parade of vehicles outside, loud to be sure, and all my nemeses; HD motorcycle noise, loud performance mufflers, hotrod muffler noise etc. The sun dropped below the hills when I had the last passenger door to wax, but there was still ample light. And just when I am about done, why, some black goo arrived on the door, needing a new cleaner. And I wasn't done that when a woman drove up, did a 180 degree turn in mid-road and blocks the driveway. She introduced herself as the new housekeeper, that for whatever reason was waiting for a friend. Said friend was at least 220lb, another Fat One, and as it turned out, they couldn't get in the house because the landlady changed the keycodes. Like WTF; the landlady from her holiday home, sent me an email last night about a new housekeeper, who arrived just as I was finishing the waxing of the vehicle, stands around waiting for a "friend", and then they cannot get in.
At least two hours of outside tanning this afternoon, without the preliminary barf scene of yesterday. Likely the last tanning of the year at this latitude, N of 49, S of 50. Another planted behavior of late is the discovering of substantial numbers of ingrown hairs on my legs. Well they never bothered me before, so why now, and why didn't the waxing ladies tell me what they looked like anyhow? I thought the few subsurface hairs that were evident were the ingrown hairs, but no, all those micro-zits have a hair buried below the surface. So this has become a "need", poking them with sharp tweezers and extracting the hair. And lo, if the dog barking noise and the people talking noise doesn't start up as I am picking at them outside while tanning. End of that exercise, and back to reading a very good book in JFK, The Unspeakable, by James Douglass. And too, the noise restarts when I pick up the book over three separate reading sessions while tanning.
Onto posting and possibly a new venture on the vineyard.
That title translates to sabotage the victim's vehicle so they can purge more of his money away. Sure, $350 for the timing belt replacement at 200k km is a given, but taking out all my running lights and then shorting it so they had to be rewired for $120 was a cute trick. And taking out a light in the dash was another; an hour of shop time to get in there and put it back, was $100 (dealership shop), and the bulbs were $25. Taking out the light on the transmission shifter was also cute, having me turn on the overhead light at night to see what gear to shift in for a few weeks. No charge for that one for some reason. The total bill was $743, which translates to a whole lot of cash when working for $11.50/hour, the perp approved rate after an enforced six years of none but the bullshit disability payments I recieved.
And the perps' obsession over pissing and sabotaging indoor lighting lights and lamps hasn't gone unnoticed these past ten years of sustained and insane abuse (and before then too). Not to mention the plethora of outdoor lights, public and private, that seem to be on the fritz and on during daylight hours. The nighttime motion detector controlled outdoor lights that also go on in the daytime by "mistake" is another. Add on the curious noise eruptions when lights go off or on, on top of everything else, and one begins to understand that the properties of light, in all its myriad sources, especially including the sun (and its sunspots too), that I see or fall upon me at any given moment are of huge interest to the sick assholes who have taken upon themselves to make sure I remain totally brain trained and obedient to the Greater Nonconsensual Experiment. And not for the greater good as I see it, despite the wide involvement of all I have known in all their diverse personality types.
09-13-2012
A warm day on the vineyard, which is not how this week started out. But everyone is glad for that, as the grapes have not ripened yet, and the heat and the light are much needed.
The owner got pissy again over arranging the fruit so it is free hanging. I was doing the job for the last three weeks with the leaves removed from the fruiting zone on one side, and all seemed OK. But now that the E. Indian fruit plucker has arrived, the other side is plucked, making the fruit much more visible, and minimal plucking on my part. I am to do the fruit arranging, except that the vineyard has to be done in two weeks, which means it has to go 8x faster. I suppose one can do less of it and skip some, and change the job to a timed event more. Attempting to get 8 rows a day done instead of one. And the owner fessed up that he couldn't really explain what he was wanting to achieve in terms of the grape cluster density.
The perps whacked me out and made me feel too tired to change back into my long pants after work. So I drove home in my shorts I had been wearing after lunch. The vehicular gangstalking was just plain nuts, as well as dithering dipshits in front of me, slowing down and being over cautious at intersections. This was the industrial area route, and not the Main Street major thoroughfare for Penticton.
And I see my new Dell 2412 IPS type monitor is now sharper and brighter two weeks after I bought it; the perps must of been working hard on adjusting my vision after the former LG TN type LCD monitor that was replaced due to a line across the screen becoming a total pain in the ass.
Plenty more forced pee-ing; 3x before I got out the door to work. Then at least two more in the first hour, and another five seconds after I stepped on this pile of volcanic landscape rock I was to shovel. As regular readers will know, the perps are obsessed with soil and rock color, and its provenance (where it came from), so for them, it was a big enough deal they had to force another unneeded piss.
Last night it was a similar theme; they had me online and looking at bathroom fans, as there isn't one here and I was looking for a portable one that doesn't need to be wired in. I was looking on Amazon. com where I get to see more selection than Amazon.ca, and a number of wired in ceiling fans came up in the research. They then kept me in this reverie about installing one, and how I could wire it in, and at one point there was a wall mounted one, and I thought (or else it was a planted notion) this would be a much better solution as no duct work would be needed. And at this point, a sudden an irrepressible need to take a crap came on, and so I had to comply, and while on the throne they reminded me that I had installed a wall mounted bathroom exhaust fan in the basement suite bathroom in the last place I owned. Well so what; and why all this nonsense about installing a wired in bathroom fan in the first place, ceiling or wall mount. I don't own this house, I rent, and by the time this particular model of wall mount fan got installed it would be a $700 bill. My landlady scores a bookcase for my suite for $2 at VV, so why would I even consider that she would be interested in a $700 bathroom fan for me? Absurd. And that is one more example of perp planted unrealistic ideations that can go on for 20 minutes or more before they stop suspending my reality check faculties on its feasibility. Another example of never-before (harassment) thought patterns.
09-14-2012
The perps woke me up an hour early (at 0500h) for no seeming reason at first. But as there is another basement suite next door, and this woman, whom I have never met, gets up about then, why, we both got up in our respective suites at about the same time. I switched my schedule to awaken at 0600h this week, and so it would seem that she was sticking to her schedule and leaving the place around 0615h. And so when doing dishes and then later putzing away my extra hour, she wasn't doing anything going by the fact there was no noise forthcoming. But around 0715h some noise and coughing and hacking starts up, and then the door gets banged a few times and she was off. I leave at 0730h, and so her vehicle was gone. Like WTF; the perps arranged our schedules to be nearly identical when her routine was delayed an hour for the first time to match mine. Other assoiciated weirdness was that there was someone else creaking the floorboards while she was downstairs coughing and hacking. Anyhow, nothing is normal to say the least, and that especially includes others' behaviors and changing of their routines to match mine.
Another high cloud but sunny day, augmented with smoke in the air, on the vineyard. All in keeping with the light level dimming the perps like to put on; keeping the sun beaming through but limiting the light levels. I started out working in the vineyard, took a break to augment myself with tan intensifier to glean the last of the natural tanning for 2012. Only five minutes into the fruit placement work on this row I was working on and then I got called over to finish yesterday's landscaping work as more landscape cloth was resupplied. So... with the tan intensfier under my shorts (I hitch them up when working in the vineyard alone) I got to finish laying the black landscape cloth (over where my vehicle had been parked a few minutes before), and shovel the red and grey volcanic landscape rock. All very important to the perps this application of tanning intensfier as well as sunblock on my face. And too, they like to keep the sunlight level and exposure time limited, much more doable at this time of year, along with the additional interventions noted above, the high cloud and haze in the air.
Another perp excitement event is the weekly changeover to a new razor insert. This is a twin blade Gillette, and it has the Teflon rub strip which seems to be all important in their perp games related to ubiquitous pollutants, PFOA's from Teflon manufacturing that even polar bears have in their bloodstream. And not forgetting they have me shave my torso (front) each morning, so I must have a greater Teflon and Gillette steel signature from shaving than most males who would only shave their face. And I am sure there are perp operatives who must spend some time shaving like I do and then circulate as gangstalkers afterward, or maybe days afterward. It is curious that Friday is the typical razor insert changeover day, and with two days off, they can also test me at yoga (Sunday) and elsewhere on the gangstalker scene that is scripted with such precision.
A 73 minute phone call with my farmworker colleague (sort of) tonight. And she never once asked how I was, and what I was doing. There has been a "don't phone", and "don't respond (email)" pattern to most of my associates' behavoirs of late, so I was a little surprised at getting such a lengthy call. And she talked about the Mexican workers at her farm, and while I know a few from last year, it does leave me baffled as to why she goes on about these people, by name, whom I don't know. And I have mentioned needless name dropping as a perp objective haven't I? Just not recently or else my recall is getting wiped more than I am allowed to know.
09-15-2012
And why is it the perps continue to attack and disable my headphones? I only got them two months ago as I needed a new pair to fit the cellphone as the PC-fitting ones wouldn't fit the jack properly. I am on my fifth pair of heaphones in ten years, and I hardly get to use any of them due to other scripted diversions. The Grado SR80 headphones were very musical, but after the perps went overt/beserk in 04-2002, they spun the metal gimbel mount in the plastic gimbel and rendered them unusable. This "happened" while they were on my head for crissakes, and I could hear the metal gimbel mount spinning at my L. ear along with the music I was listening to. I got the parts a year or so later from the Grado factory, and they worked fine for a whole CD. But then they decided that extended music listening wasn't allowed, so they disabled one headphone. I gave up, and got cheap ones, as they had already sabotaged the CD player, had me taken it in to get fixed, it worked for the same whole CD and it too was then messed with so it wouldn't play properly. Other headphones came and went, broke or were disabled, but after peeling the foam surface and creating plenty of plastic mess for a while, they left the Sony ones alone. Except that they didn't fit the recent cell phone acquisition, ergo, the new pair of Denons. But as the perps have a long history of plaguing me with interuptions in listening to music, they decided to up the ante and sabotage the headphones.
They somehow popped the locking tab out, through no action of my own, and when I attempted to fix it, which I did, they broke the head piece lug that attaches to the gimbel mount. Here we go again, fixing fucking headphones again, sending them across the country to get fixed or replaced, and on it goes. They pulled this same stunt in disabling a pair of hearing protection earmuffs back in 2004, all because they had a red band in the earmuff cup. The next pair of earmuffs were dark metallic green and with black pads. No red objects or garments allowed anywhere near my head ever since.
Later now; after having me putz online for too long this morning, the perps made me feel queasy. I got up and attended to the laundry in the washing machine and took it outside the clothesline. I started to put the laundry out, and lo, if the queasy didn't turn out worse and they made me puke in the grass only 4' away. And a deep brown color it was too, from the chocolate at breakfast some two hours earlier that somehow didn't digest. A few more rounds of puking outside, then finish hanging the laundry, and I go inside with the basket, and lo, if another round erupts keeping me at the toilet to puke into. An inside and an outside puke color comparison is what the assholes needed. And of note, when they can have me digest a meal and shit out the digested food inside 20 minutes, one can clearly see that the perps needed a brown puke show this morning.
That wasn't all though; they had me attend to finish sharpening the lopers from last week, as I spent at least an hour getting the blade shaped and rough sharpened with a coarse diamond stone. So.. on with the outside road traffic noise while I sat at a table outside and sharpened the blade that was detached from the handles. Then it was very sharp, and then a cognitive clobbering as to how to put it together, again with extra road traffic noise outside, and eventually they let me put it together, and adding to the games by pulling parts and screws from my hand. And when I finally had it together after a painful 20 min. (it would of been five at the most if I wasn't getting dithered and fucked with), all of a sudden there was this sudden need to puke. And again, a visit to the toilet, and this time lighter brown puke, and once done and cleaned up, it was on with sharpening the Felco hand pruners. This took over an hour because someone, not me, warped the 2" blade on it somehow. Then at 1400h, onto some backyard tanning, missing the best light at this time of year. Anyhow, I skipped lunch and have only finished dinner. Hopefully it stays down. All of the above aided in keeping me house bound for the day, when I had plenty of town visiting things to do.
09-16-2012
Sunday, and yoga was first at 0930h. This time the collection of some 15 women class members last week didn't materialize, but instead a dude instructor and another dude class member who could pass for Thomas Friedland, author of Guns, Germs and Steel and a NYT correspondent, came to do the "dude bonding" or whatever the perp rationale is. At 0920h, just those two were in the class room, doing whatever preliminary stretches they were doing. Last week, at 0915h, I walked in and all 15 women were already in place. This week, only five women came, trickling in after 0925h. Thankfully the heavily tattooed woman wasn't there, as the perps like to place her behind me so she is seen in the mirror all the time. It was like I was radioactive; they came in behind and along the wall, with a big-hips woman in black placed behind me for the in-mirror featuring. It was the first time in all my yoga of once/week (excepting farmwork summertime jobs), that there was a male instructor. No big deal, but the other dude-student put on his heavy breathing act so I was exposed to this ridiculous huffing and puffing during class. It just seemed like the noise was planted almost, as how could a supposedly fit cyclist, as he arrived in helmet and the rest of the cycling garb, be so breath-constrained by moderate yoga? When this BS comes to mind it is good to further evaluate the act to observe if it is for real, but as he "happened" to behind the pillar, so such luck. This heavy breathing dude hasn't been attending for at least six weeks, and then he shows up in this reduced class size with pre-class exposure to him and the male instructor. All too odd, this male-female mix the perps put me through, often featuring some aspect of body shape.
Said male yoga instructor came with tattoos on his wrists and inner arm, and of course I was treated to them from many angles each time I looked for pose detail. The tattoo show is another consistent perp presentation stunt. If I don't like tattoos, why is it that I am pursued for ten fucking years by all kind of planted Fuckwits who are arranged to show me their revolting self-directed disfigurements? Something to do with abreactions incurred during the mind-wiped years when aged 2 to 5 I suspect. And according to one young witness, they shaved the heads of their subjects in Montreal at the hands of the shrink-of-CIA's-bidding and tattooed their scalps for semi-permanent reference locations. And golly, I was there in Montreal, 1956-57 (aged 2) and 1958-59 (aged 4), and have next to no recall of being there when the latter stay should of been exceptionally vivid, re-visiting its iconic urban winterscape.
I was allowed to get my vehicle waxed today, but in two sessions; one this morning before the daytime sun got too warm, and this evening. And both times this parade of vehicles outside, loud to be sure, and all my nemeses; HD motorcycle noise, loud performance mufflers, hotrod muffler noise etc. The sun dropped below the hills when I had the last passenger door to wax, but there was still ample light. And just when I am about done, why, some black goo arrived on the door, needing a new cleaner. And I wasn't done that when a woman drove up, did a 180 degree turn in mid-road and blocks the driveway. She introduced herself as the new housekeeper, that for whatever reason was waiting for a friend. Said friend was at least 220lb, another Fat One, and as it turned out, they couldn't get in the house because the landlady changed the keycodes. Like WTF; the landlady from her holiday home, sent me an email last night about a new housekeeper, who arrived just as I was finishing the waxing of the vehicle, stands around waiting for a "friend", and then they cannot get in.
At least two hours of outside tanning this afternoon, without the preliminary barf scene of yesterday. Likely the last tanning of the year at this latitude, N of 49, S of 50. Another planted behavior of late is the discovering of substantial numbers of ingrown hairs on my legs. Well they never bothered me before, so why now, and why didn't the waxing ladies tell me what they looked like anyhow? I thought the few subsurface hairs that were evident were the ingrown hairs, but no, all those micro-zits have a hair buried below the surface. So this has become a "need", poking them with sharp tweezers and extracting the hair. And lo, if the dog barking noise and the people talking noise doesn't start up as I am picking at them outside while tanning. End of that exercise, and back to reading a very good book in JFK, The Unspeakable, by James Douglass. And too, the noise restarts when I pick up the book over three separate reading sessions while tanning.
Onto posting and possibly a new venture on the vineyard.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Flight Time
06-16-2012
I fly out later today, so this is just to fill the time until I am ready to go.
A yoga class, and a Saturday one to avoid the Sunday one with the heavy breathing fat male who likes to get close. And lo, if they didn't put on a negro male and a blonde girl, with my vineyard work colleage (female, redhead), behind them. Said negro saw fit to remove his shirt for more brown exposure it would seem, and thankfully he was mostly hidden by his blonde babe. I don't why the perps are so fascinated with matching blonde Caucasian girls with male negroes, but it is nothing new to me. "Hide the negro" (Unfavored demographic group specimen) has become the operative word, just as "hide the brown vehicle" (Unfavored color) games when driving and surrounded by my gangstalking posse in their arranged formations to obstruct the particular vehicle until it is too close to do so.
And I did get at least three deep brown vehicles, in separate gangstalking vehicle streams when driving from the house to the tanning salon (five minutes). I stopped into this shared house at my room after yoga and the owner had the vaccum cleaner going, and only then did I phone to see if the tanning salon was availble, which it was. When I asked if the lie-down bed was avaiible soon, she said "1:30" when it was 11:30. I said something like "sooner than 1:30" and she said "I meant 11:30". Like WTF; I get all these over-obvious mistakes too often, and getting screwed around like this is plain fucking disturbed. And of course they screwed my out of having my watch on to immediately check the time, all in keeping with the perp's obsession over all details related to this concept as well as the general FUD agenda.
Then onto another perp event they dearly like me to be doing, tanning. This time it was at a salon, and with an extra contingent of vehciles around me, as I have never done a back-to-back yoga and tanning before. There were extra gangstalking vehicles sporting PVC pipe on my way, so who knows what this is about, again, nothing new.
And I am begining to find my Android phone is more useless that I expected. Yes, it takes pics, but how does one get them off? Only yesterday did I have to ask to find out how to access voice mail. By holding down the "1" key I was told at the counter, and was duly informed the adjacent symbol it was the "universal symbol for voice mail". Like WTF; I had cell phones before, and all I had to do was select the Voice Mail menu item, and I got there. But now, one has to decode this obscure symbol on a key that is clearly marked for another purpose. Owing to this undeclared wretched dual modality, if one holds the key for longer, you don't get a "1": but whatever the dumbassed symbol means. And lets be clear; the "universal symbol" is of a reel-to-reel tape deck, as obsolete as it is obscure. So who writes this, never mind the neanderthal-like penchant for obsolete motifs with a current day touch screen interface phone feature?
06-20-2012
Back in the land of the sunny Okanagan after four days in Victoria, British Columbia, the Gangstalking Capital of Canada. Soo... many gangstalking and perp set-up stunt to recount here, even if in summary form. The wheelbarrow tire idiocy continues, Westjet didn't even charge me for the extra box, very kind of them it was. And I got an 3/4" cold rolled length of steel as the new axle, after the culls at Casterland sent me the wrong size and weren't too sympathetic about redressing this screw-up. After plenty of extra attention from the vehicular gangstalking force on the way to the steel supplier, and then a mighty piss after I ordered it at the front counter, and lo, if it wasn't there ready on the counter after filling the toilet, (and flushing of course). Funny the steel wasn't warm from being cut in the saw, but who knows, as the perps seriously diverted me from observing matters with a forced visit to the toilet. I had the old part (5/8" diameter axle), recieved the new replacement 3/4" steel, and OMG, what a might vehicular gangstalking as I drove to downtown Victoria to do other errands. As of mid-April I have a mid-grey Toyota Camry, and lo, if the same mid-grey colored vehicles weren't out in force; adjacent, at intersections etc. I was finally allowed to "get it"; grey gangstalking vehicles, (I was driving my mother's barely metallic tan Ford Escape, brown interior though), and a chunk of grey steel in the vehicle.
Then onto an irrigation supply house to get some new parts for my mother's wretched sprinkler, though of good quality, it was beset by poor fittings. And lo, if they didn't put a negro pseudo-staff member on, almost as black as the ill-lit shop, the mofo coursing around behind me for no reason, asking someone else if they had been helped (how did he know who to ask as he wasn't observing?), then across the counter, and then aiding said customer at a counter section 90 degrees offset in keeping with the perp anisotropic energetic research. I had to wait five min. longer, and finally the store proprietor came by, casual like, distracted too, and I assumed he was drunk or stoned so irregular was his manner. I got helped at the counter by the 300lb Fat Man, another freak-du-jour, though he was friendly at least. And have I mentioned how often the perps hound my ass over water supply, pipe material, sprinkler head types and material, what crops got irrigated with what pipes, and then eating said crops? Many times, and I suppose a visit to the irrigation supply house was way too exciting for the perp sick-asses.
Then back to the First Feral Family house to deal with the wheelbarrow, but I ran out of steam when I couldn't get the U-bolts I was looking for. I settled for redi-rod and will have to bend it at a later date with a borrowed propane or hotter torch. I was reminded I did this wheelbarrow wheel and axle rebuild way back in 1996, when the then wheelbarrow was the only farm "vehicle" for the six acres I owned with the ex. Then it was a new wheel, a new axle of cold rolled steel, and consummating with a visit to the neighbor with a welding shop to heat and bang the purchased U-bolts to a new shape that I couldn't do myself. (Propane torches aren't hot enough to work steel I found out). And said wheelbarrow was the means by which the extensive alpaca poo was removed, and for so many other chores on this infernally prohibitive and demanding property at the time. And I believe I mentioned that I fixed 600' of waterline, putting in 2" PVC instead of steel and this deformed blue plastic line, as well as five connection boxes and many other irrigation upgrades, including 200 new spray heads for the one acre of kiwi fruit. I did all that wheelbarrow rebuild, water supply upgrade (and its use), and countless other agricultural activities that I have since been forced to do yet again since the perps went overt in 04-2002. No...sir, it wasn't enough to lose our shirts on that wretched hobby farm, they had to run me out of an IT job three years later and start me working as a peasant in the strawberry and daffodil fields begining in 2008 when they finally let me work again, for a pittance this time. Now, in 2012, they let me "graduate" to working in a vineyard, which is where I presently work until the harvest is over.
So yes, it would seem this four day visitation to Gangstalking and Nonconsensual Human Experimentation Central, Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, was indeed a significant test event as they have had me out of town since early 01-2012, apart from a post-viticulture course two week visit in April to purchase abovementioned Camry. The perps have a long history of sending me out of town after an educational experience, and it is most curious as to why.
I woke up Sunday morning, and my mother announced the neighborhood deer had somehow eluded the deer fencing I installed the year before (2011) and now ate some of her garden plants, namely tomatoes and runner beans. And that became the emergency I had to deal with for the four days, using the remainder of the 4' wide stucco wire from last year (2011). The 4'x4' garden bed had to be fenced as the beans got moved to it. The 8'x4' bed was done last year in chicken wire. I had the posts, and kept the intact chicken wire rolled up over the winter. I expected to only re-erect the posts, and unravel the chicken wire and tie it up like last year. BUT, the first oddity was that there was a splice in it when it was a continuous section, as chicken wire is hell to deal with once cut. Once the posts were up, the chicken wire was found to be woefully inadequate in length, like 10' missing of 24'. To remind my readers; this roll of chicken wire was 24' long, a single continous length, and fitted the 8'x4' garden bed all the way around. I took it down at the end of last year (fall 2011), stored it as a single roll, and what happened to it over the winter? Why, "someone" severed it in mid-span, cut out 10' and spliced the ends back together. The latter is no mean feat, as a 4' wide roll of chicken wire has very many ends to deal with and bend, twice for a lapped splice. Soo.. the story is, some insane Fuckwit stole 10' of 4' wide chicken wire from a mid-length roll of 24' and spliced it back together again (a 30 minute job by conventional means), all to mess me around so I had to shorten up the fence and re-locate two poles, for which I had already drilled and installed four galvanized 4" lag bolts. And given the number of times the perps have me install, and then remove fasteners (nails, screws, bolts, nuts etc.), one can be sure that this indeed might of been the central objective. As for their rationale, and what it is all about, I have no idea. This Chicken Wire Section Theft and Re-splice Event has to be one of the more obvious and totally insane extra-conventional jerkarounds of the past ten years. But it hasn't gone unnoticed the perps like to arrange wire mesh in my proximity, and by cranking on the suburban deer problem, they got their wish yet again.
And the above deer invasion became the new-emergency, perfectly timed it was to my first morning in Gangstalk Central and re-configuring my activities, errands etc. I had to put the wheebarrow steel axle away, after rubbing it down with grease so it would not rust. And lo, if some three hours later when driving on the above mentioned errand trip, they tailed me with a bulk lubricant semi-trailer tanker for ten minutes or so, in a distinctly residential district. Funny how the petroleum products harassment and stunts continue.
As well, the plant hormone games continue, my mother dutifully acquiring Miracle-Gro again, and leaving it on the kitchen counter, first unopened, and a day later, the box was opened. The active ingredient for said product is 2,4-D, but just a little so not to cause the plant to grow rapidly into indehiscence, which is what the herbicide form does. Funny, Miracle-Gro never puts the active ingredient on the packaging. It would seem that plant hormone manipulation is part of the perp agenda too, based how often this "happens" in this protracted hell that I have been cast into.
An uneventful 45 min. flight back, and plenty of red-dressed passengers on board. A seat row to myself next to the window, and a 45 min. reverie over the beautiful sunlit landscape and overflying some notable natural landmarks (the Lions peaks that overlook Vancouver BC, Garibaldi Park where I once worked for a summer). All to have me "forget" to read my book that I had arranged in the seatback after take-off. No good practice can go undisrupted in perp-land.
Another evening on this four day visit was a dinner with my farmworker colleague, one who makes that I am an interesting person and how she wants to meet up with me. And to be straight, there is no romantic interest on my part, it is she that pursues me, as it is clear she is connected to Fuckwit Central, and the gig was scripted. The waitress was a total blonde doll by comparison, and it is rare the perps let me have that much observation time with a pretty and personable young woman. I suppose this was the protracted plain-woman (colleague) to gorgeous woman (waitress) comparison outing/test, as normally the perps like to arrange fleeting Unfavored-Favored contrasts among the gangstalker encounters.
What followed was a classic perp stunt; the tanning salon I frequented last year was next door to the restaurant and I wanted some of the scentless tanning intensifier (not a colorant or bronzer). And lo, if they weren't out of it, and I cannot get this online anywhere, or where I now live, Penticton, BC. Having me get skunked, as in not finding/acquiring what I was looking for, is a long time perp arrangement, usually in concert with Fuckwit gangstalkers around me. Though this time, it was my erstwhile farm colleague, and post-dinner time too, and extra challenging moment for the perp's remote energetic reading/analysis on me. That a blonde babe was also at the counter to tell me that a shipment was due this week wasn't a coincidence either, borrowing from the waitresses' look.
A family outing the next afternoon and evening (yesterday), following my daughter's graduation from the local community college. Much pictures in the evening under the trees after dinner in a nearby Thai restaurant with family. And per cue, out came the smart phones, and later the iPad, all in keeping with the perp's preoccupation with proximate individuals to be looking at LED screens. I don't know what the perps derive from this activity, but it has been clear from early on, that they just love to have me looking at CRT or LED displays with personnel/family, or even in proximity in the case of gangstalkers. That my classmates in my 2009 Oracle DBA classes would have the same red covered netbook at their desk, passing it on to other classmates, taking turns with the same netbook from class to class. Can we get more fucking obvious than that, netbook/LED display stalking? A related item was the new Samsung Galaxy Note cell phone I had for a few days before I took it back. It had an OLED display on it. Whatever it is that the perps are pumping through the wires and cell phone aerials needs to be tested on me for differing kinds of glass, LED resolutions, LED type and all the other technical parameters like circuit board color, wire color etc.
And now back at the cramped shared house, I was put onto "shit refugee" status within a half hour of getting back. First I was distracted from unpacking my suitcase by the six week overly long delivery of my cellphone accessories that had been just delivered on the doorstep for my arrival. Soo..., I get to unpack a suitcase and briefcase along with sorting out my laundry and then attending to the new cellphone accessories. After changing into new clothes, the forced "need" to take a crap came on, and so off to the mall to use the shitter there after being burned with a sudden onset of blocked toilets at this shared house. (And one at the vineyard owner's house where I work, which was a total blatant sabotage event for the minimal toilet content). And lo, if there wasn't the coursing dudes, one of whom was the cell phone service attendant I encountered last week. Some of the dudes were assigned concurrent craps, but no toilet blocking. The toilet even flushed by itself afterward, twice. And lo, if my Phillipino (read, brown) women gangstalkers that led me to the washrooms weren't there on my exit, loitering in the nearby food mall.
Then a "need" came on to get a stack of 100g bars of chocolate while there at the nearby LD store, and lo, if one stalking/stocking twit wasn't handling deep brown letter boxes across the aisle in front of me on my way to the chocolate. Then a planted notion to get some cash at the nearby ATM and cash the yellow colored check my mother gave me before I departed in compensation for the expenses I incurred in dealing with fencing, irrigation and wheelbarrow tire projects.
And in keeping with the perp's brown imperative, mixed in with the irrigation research imperative, I see that my perp abetting mother purchased 50' of brown garden hose, still coiled. So we are now entering a new phase of perp research, mixing/integrating their brown color games with thier irrigation supply research, and presumably by extension, its downstream color energetic effects on the plants that consume such supplied water, and too, the food consumed therefrom. Sounds like another ten years of insane abusive and deranged nonconsensual human experimentation is planned out.
The Summer Soltice was today, another perp parameter I have come to find, though I have no idea if it was central to above planning/arrangements.
06-21-2012
First evening after yesterday's flight, and I was jerked out of sleeping mostly, awake at 0300h, up at 0400h. The next door roomie artfully times his getting up earlier to match mine so he is showering while I am using the same water supply to clean dishes (concurrent water use). At least the 10th time this has "happened" in three weeks.
On the vineyard job, I took off my shirt, and then sun went behind high cloud 10 min. later and thereafter for the remainder of the day.
06-22-2012
More vineyard work today, but no tanning due to overcast conditons. Lots of deep mid-grey clouds in the distance, and I suppose this was interesting to the perps, given that I now have and use a mid-grey colored vehicle. On the way home they tailed me with a same mid-grey colored pickup truck towing a white aluminum trailer, and in front of me was a new white Volvo S-60. It only took the Volvo designers 10 years to clean up the look of the rear trunk, tailights and bumper design, and I must say it looks halfway decent. The perps go to great lengths to have me see vehicles with attractive design aesthetics, and after the horrid jelly-bean job they did on Volvos in 2000, they finally got it about right. The perps wanted me to know, as it is rare that I personally encounter new vehicles, being so financially strapped. And the perps know I have a fondness for Volvos, being a near-perfect confluence of design integrity, features, quality and durability IMHO. And too, the perps had me owning Volvos for 20 years in the past, so there must be something in it for them. It is also interesting that they ply me with Saabs in the vehicular gangstalking, a Swedish vehicle manufacturer that might get their steel from the same source as Volvo.
Other games that are going on are having me not use my regular mid-grey handled shaving razor while visiting Victoria, per above. I had my hand on the shaving razor to pack it, but "somehow" it didn't get packed, so I used these wretched white handled BIC razors while there. I survived OK, it is just that arms and body shaving never got done, and I have caught up in the last few days, doing one each morning in conjunction with shaving my face.
Another shaving method variation as also been imposed; normally after my shower I shave by applying a hot face cloth to the area and then proceed to shave in discrete sections (e.g. five passes on my face). Two weeks ago, they had me "discover" that I didn't need to use the face cloth to soften the hairs as I was fresh from the shower. So this big "discovery" has meant that I can speed up shaving and not apply the face cloth in advance of each discrete section that has shaving foam applied. Another adjunct to this was that I can take another short (sub-minute) shower to clean up my shaving hairs and foam all over me instead of using the face cloth, again in iterations to recharge it once it has loaded up. And because I must wait for the slow draining sink after shaving, I can take this second shaving-debris cleaning shower before the sink has finished draining. All this must sound like boring triviality, but in fact, the perps have a huge vested interested in absolutely every aspect of shaving and towelling dry, so this is a SIGNIFICANT advent in them changing this long running routine. Do I care? No; just leave me the fuck alone is all I ask, and it isn't going to happen anytime soon if it took them ten years to get this far.
06-23-2012
A visit to the market in downtown Penticton where they block four blocks off for vendors who set up their stalls. The Fuckwit Crush was out, including the step-in-my-way rude shit by assholes who were looking at me from less that 3' away. I was finally allowed to find a salad mix on the return pass, and lo, within a minute, they didn't pull a rain shower to accompany me for the 10 min. walk back. And too, this fucks me up, as I want to clean up my grease spotted raingear outside, and ironically it is raining, same as two weeks ago. The landlady's dude/boyfriend had to come and walk the driveway while I had the bag of salad in hand, just as his landlady girlfriend had to arrive in the kitchen when I was putting it in the fridge. What a bag of salad mix can do in Perpland.
And I see they wiped out two paragraphs that I had entered this morning in this here blog, and I am just too annoyed to replicate it. Besides, the perps manage mood down to full level control, and so it goes, more of what I have written is deleted by THEM.
More order obstruction and blocking. I am attempting to get a sunshade for my vehicle, and lo, if the Billing-Shipping address mapping doesn't put me into Alaska after typing "British Columbia" in the first list. Then it magically corrects itself when requesting shipping options. Then it screwed me out of having my password entered, so once that it is re-entered I resubmit. And lo, if the the application doesn't blow up and spew a page full of errors. I go back one screen to get to my details (now keyed in twice), and lo, if they didn't time me out after one minute of aforementioned adversity. All this was subsequent to "inadvertent" deletion of my order in the first place, having switched from the always-compromised (partial display) Firefox to running IE in Firefox browser window. Which begs the question, why does this keep happening to me? Because there is a total adversity/coincidence control office which oversees every aspect of what I do. I don't know how any reasonable person can come to any other conclusion after this same kind of abusive and obstructing inanity has been going on for ten fucking years.
Later, my first salad from above market shopping trip that I ate here in Penticton gets extra attention. The landlady was on the wireless phone talking all the time while I was eating it. (I was seated between her 10' away, and the reciever, 5' away, in the path of the EMF signals. Post lunch (salad now in me), she starts up the vacuum cleaning. And have I mentioned how often vacuum cleaning stalking erupts around me since the harassment began. At least 5x/year.
A 1.75 hour long forced nap after lunch, salad now digesting, which is way excessive when they screwed me into an extra two hours sleep last night. I suppose I could chalk this up to the post-salad consumption event.
An afternoon shopping trip, and why is it that so many people wander into my path and then don't make any effort to get out of it? I walk around them and lo, if they haven't turned yet again to walk at me, leading me to make extra effort to get out of their way. And they are uniformily trained to be totally blase/emotionless about it too. I have never met so many rude pedestrians since this abuse began.
Enough rants for the day, though further order obstructions did erupt, as it seems to be the day the assholes want me to put online shopping through, now four different orders on the day when I had been backlogged for months on getting on with them. They had me hold off until I moved in early June, and then kept up the sabotage and harassment plus the cell phone dysfunction games to distract me for a further three weeks. And so it goes, one slow weekend day.
06-24-2012
Another weekend day (Sunday), this time getting up at 0600h, which gave me 7 hours of sleep, more like normal. No one else was up, and I have yet to find out the source of the snoring I heard in the night and this morning. No one on the couch this time, and too loud for it to be from the detached garage where the landlady sleeps.
Just like last Sunday, yoga and then to the tanning salon, and still with this scented pong from the intensifier lotion. The thought of not using it just didn't occur to me.
The yoga class had the heavy breather dude again, he sdroitly getting in front of my view in the side mirror wall. Some people, usually the Unfavored specimens, need to be in my vision much more than others. The one delectable babe was obstructed by a chinless older blonde woman, and so it goes, sprinkle in a few Favoreds, and then plant an Unfavored in front of them.
After tanning, then to engage with the petroleum interest/stungs of the perps, they reminding me that I needed to fill the tank up again, having passed the desired filling station. So on my way back to fill the vehicle, why, a gasoline tanker truck was filling at the Chevron with the old pumps and I was on my way to the one, a quarter mile away at most, that had the familiar pumps. And lo, if the only availible pump was the one where the four in-ground tank filler ports where arranged, me parking over top of them while I filled the vehicle. The prequisite hot-rod muffler noises started up while filling, and then the motorcycle noise was added to the noisescape. The perps made sure two motorcycles were on show, parked at a pump when selecting one to fill at. A three way vehicular clusterfuck when it came time to depart, a vehicle doing back-and-forths in front of me, someone waiting behind me, and two more sitting with their backup lights to get in the way. And so they did, one departing ahead of me and the other departing behind me.
The perps pulled a rainstorm while I was tanning, and so that was my greeting upon exiting the salon and walking to my vehicle. The trip to the gasoline station, while filling the tank, and driving back to my roomie hell was duly rained upon. Even if there was some sun and blue sky, someone likes to arrange rainstorms more than is coincidence for key Fuckover events (e.g. tanning, gasoline filling).
More of the protracted impasse over getting files onto the Android phone's SD card. I see that I am not alone as this generates plenty of web traffic, though none that seems to help me. And too, the perps could be up to their usual cognition abuse games, and have me all over the solution but unable to effect one. This is the stuff of what they like doing best; cognition disruption. After the color coordinated gangstalkers (both ambulatory and vehicular), the dogs and kids they like to put out, the vacuum cleaners, ladders, backpacks, plastic shopping bags, the vagrants, the cell phoners, and other assorted Unfavored Fuckwits, hammering my ability to percieve things comes next. Who knew that abuse could be so subtlely appplied?
Anyhow, I am going to publish this now (06-24-2012, 1420h PDT) and if anything eventful erupts for the remainder of the day, I will append it below.
I fly out later today, so this is just to fill the time until I am ready to go.
A yoga class, and a Saturday one to avoid the Sunday one with the heavy breathing fat male who likes to get close. And lo, if they didn't put on a negro male and a blonde girl, with my vineyard work colleage (female, redhead), behind them. Said negro saw fit to remove his shirt for more brown exposure it would seem, and thankfully he was mostly hidden by his blonde babe. I don't why the perps are so fascinated with matching blonde Caucasian girls with male negroes, but it is nothing new to me. "Hide the negro" (Unfavored demographic group specimen) has become the operative word, just as "hide the brown vehicle" (Unfavored color) games when driving and surrounded by my gangstalking posse in their arranged formations to obstruct the particular vehicle until it is too close to do so.
And I did get at least three deep brown vehicles, in separate gangstalking vehicle streams when driving from the house to the tanning salon (five minutes). I stopped into this shared house at my room after yoga and the owner had the vaccum cleaner going, and only then did I phone to see if the tanning salon was availble, which it was. When I asked if the lie-down bed was avaiible soon, she said "1:30" when it was 11:30. I said something like "sooner than 1:30" and she said "I meant 11:30". Like WTF; I get all these over-obvious mistakes too often, and getting screwed around like this is plain fucking disturbed. And of course they screwed my out of having my watch on to immediately check the time, all in keeping with the perp's obsession over all details related to this concept as well as the general FUD agenda.
Then onto another perp event they dearly like me to be doing, tanning. This time it was at a salon, and with an extra contingent of vehciles around me, as I have never done a back-to-back yoga and tanning before. There were extra gangstalking vehicles sporting PVC pipe on my way, so who knows what this is about, again, nothing new.
And I am begining to find my Android phone is more useless that I expected. Yes, it takes pics, but how does one get them off? Only yesterday did I have to ask to find out how to access voice mail. By holding down the "1" key I was told at the counter, and was duly informed the adjacent symbol it was the "universal symbol for voice mail". Like WTF; I had cell phones before, and all I had to do was select the Voice Mail menu item, and I got there. But now, one has to decode this obscure symbol on a key that is clearly marked for another purpose. Owing to this undeclared wretched dual modality, if one holds the key for longer, you don't get a "1": but whatever the dumbassed symbol means. And lets be clear; the "universal symbol" is of a reel-to-reel tape deck, as obsolete as it is obscure. So who writes this, never mind the neanderthal-like penchant for obsolete motifs with a current day touch screen interface phone feature?
06-20-2012
Back in the land of the sunny Okanagan after four days in Victoria, British Columbia, the Gangstalking Capital of Canada. Soo... many gangstalking and perp set-up stunt to recount here, even if in summary form. The wheelbarrow tire idiocy continues, Westjet didn't even charge me for the extra box, very kind of them it was. And I got an 3/4" cold rolled length of steel as the new axle, after the culls at Casterland sent me the wrong size and weren't too sympathetic about redressing this screw-up. After plenty of extra attention from the vehicular gangstalking force on the way to the steel supplier, and then a mighty piss after I ordered it at the front counter, and lo, if it wasn't there ready on the counter after filling the toilet, (and flushing of course). Funny the steel wasn't warm from being cut in the saw, but who knows, as the perps seriously diverted me from observing matters with a forced visit to the toilet. I had the old part (5/8" diameter axle), recieved the new replacement 3/4" steel, and OMG, what a might vehicular gangstalking as I drove to downtown Victoria to do other errands. As of mid-April I have a mid-grey Toyota Camry, and lo, if the same mid-grey colored vehicles weren't out in force; adjacent, at intersections etc. I was finally allowed to "get it"; grey gangstalking vehicles, (I was driving my mother's barely metallic tan Ford Escape, brown interior though), and a chunk of grey steel in the vehicle.
Then onto an irrigation supply house to get some new parts for my mother's wretched sprinkler, though of good quality, it was beset by poor fittings. And lo, if they didn't put a negro pseudo-staff member on, almost as black as the ill-lit shop, the mofo coursing around behind me for no reason, asking someone else if they had been helped (how did he know who to ask as he wasn't observing?), then across the counter, and then aiding said customer at a counter section 90 degrees offset in keeping with the perp anisotropic energetic research. I had to wait five min. longer, and finally the store proprietor came by, casual like, distracted too, and I assumed he was drunk or stoned so irregular was his manner. I got helped at the counter by the 300lb Fat Man, another freak-du-jour, though he was friendly at least. And have I mentioned how often the perps hound my ass over water supply, pipe material, sprinkler head types and material, what crops got irrigated with what pipes, and then eating said crops? Many times, and I suppose a visit to the irrigation supply house was way too exciting for the perp sick-asses.
Then back to the First Feral Family house to deal with the wheelbarrow, but I ran out of steam when I couldn't get the U-bolts I was looking for. I settled for redi-rod and will have to bend it at a later date with a borrowed propane or hotter torch. I was reminded I did this wheelbarrow wheel and axle rebuild way back in 1996, when the then wheelbarrow was the only farm "vehicle" for the six acres I owned with the ex. Then it was a new wheel, a new axle of cold rolled steel, and consummating with a visit to the neighbor with a welding shop to heat and bang the purchased U-bolts to a new shape that I couldn't do myself. (Propane torches aren't hot enough to work steel I found out). And said wheelbarrow was the means by which the extensive alpaca poo was removed, and for so many other chores on this infernally prohibitive and demanding property at the time. And I believe I mentioned that I fixed 600' of waterline, putting in 2" PVC instead of steel and this deformed blue plastic line, as well as five connection boxes and many other irrigation upgrades, including 200 new spray heads for the one acre of kiwi fruit. I did all that wheelbarrow rebuild, water supply upgrade (and its use), and countless other agricultural activities that I have since been forced to do yet again since the perps went overt in 04-2002. No...sir, it wasn't enough to lose our shirts on that wretched hobby farm, they had to run me out of an IT job three years later and start me working as a peasant in the strawberry and daffodil fields begining in 2008 when they finally let me work again, for a pittance this time. Now, in 2012, they let me "graduate" to working in a vineyard, which is where I presently work until the harvest is over.
So yes, it would seem this four day visitation to Gangstalking and Nonconsensual Human Experimentation Central, Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, was indeed a significant test event as they have had me out of town since early 01-2012, apart from a post-viticulture course two week visit in April to purchase abovementioned Camry. The perps have a long history of sending me out of town after an educational experience, and it is most curious as to why.
I woke up Sunday morning, and my mother announced the neighborhood deer had somehow eluded the deer fencing I installed the year before (2011) and now ate some of her garden plants, namely tomatoes and runner beans. And that became the emergency I had to deal with for the four days, using the remainder of the 4' wide stucco wire from last year (2011). The 4'x4' garden bed had to be fenced as the beans got moved to it. The 8'x4' bed was done last year in chicken wire. I had the posts, and kept the intact chicken wire rolled up over the winter. I expected to only re-erect the posts, and unravel the chicken wire and tie it up like last year. BUT, the first oddity was that there was a splice in it when it was a continuous section, as chicken wire is hell to deal with once cut. Once the posts were up, the chicken wire was found to be woefully inadequate in length, like 10' missing of 24'. To remind my readers; this roll of chicken wire was 24' long, a single continous length, and fitted the 8'x4' garden bed all the way around. I took it down at the end of last year (fall 2011), stored it as a single roll, and what happened to it over the winter? Why, "someone" severed it in mid-span, cut out 10' and spliced the ends back together. The latter is no mean feat, as a 4' wide roll of chicken wire has very many ends to deal with and bend, twice for a lapped splice. Soo.. the story is, some insane Fuckwit stole 10' of 4' wide chicken wire from a mid-length roll of 24' and spliced it back together again (a 30 minute job by conventional means), all to mess me around so I had to shorten up the fence and re-locate two poles, for which I had already drilled and installed four galvanized 4" lag bolts. And given the number of times the perps have me install, and then remove fasteners (nails, screws, bolts, nuts etc.), one can be sure that this indeed might of been the central objective. As for their rationale, and what it is all about, I have no idea. This Chicken Wire Section Theft and Re-splice Event has to be one of the more obvious and totally insane extra-conventional jerkarounds of the past ten years. But it hasn't gone unnoticed the perps like to arrange wire mesh in my proximity, and by cranking on the suburban deer problem, they got their wish yet again.
And the above deer invasion became the new-emergency, perfectly timed it was to my first morning in Gangstalk Central and re-configuring my activities, errands etc. I had to put the wheebarrow steel axle away, after rubbing it down with grease so it would not rust. And lo, if some three hours later when driving on the above mentioned errand trip, they tailed me with a bulk lubricant semi-trailer tanker for ten minutes or so, in a distinctly residential district. Funny how the petroleum products harassment and stunts continue.
As well, the plant hormone games continue, my mother dutifully acquiring Miracle-Gro again, and leaving it on the kitchen counter, first unopened, and a day later, the box was opened. The active ingredient for said product is 2,4-D, but just a little so not to cause the plant to grow rapidly into indehiscence, which is what the herbicide form does. Funny, Miracle-Gro never puts the active ingredient on the packaging. It would seem that plant hormone manipulation is part of the perp agenda too, based how often this "happens" in this protracted hell that I have been cast into.
An uneventful 45 min. flight back, and plenty of red-dressed passengers on board. A seat row to myself next to the window, and a 45 min. reverie over the beautiful sunlit landscape and overflying some notable natural landmarks (the Lions peaks that overlook Vancouver BC, Garibaldi Park where I once worked for a summer). All to have me "forget" to read my book that I had arranged in the seatback after take-off. No good practice can go undisrupted in perp-land.
Another evening on this four day visit was a dinner with my farmworker colleague, one who makes that I am an interesting person and how she wants to meet up with me. And to be straight, there is no romantic interest on my part, it is she that pursues me, as it is clear she is connected to Fuckwit Central, and the gig was scripted. The waitress was a total blonde doll by comparison, and it is rare the perps let me have that much observation time with a pretty and personable young woman. I suppose this was the protracted plain-woman (colleague) to gorgeous woman (waitress) comparison outing/test, as normally the perps like to arrange fleeting Unfavored-Favored contrasts among the gangstalker encounters.
What followed was a classic perp stunt; the tanning salon I frequented last year was next door to the restaurant and I wanted some of the scentless tanning intensifier (not a colorant or bronzer). And lo, if they weren't out of it, and I cannot get this online anywhere, or where I now live, Penticton, BC. Having me get skunked, as in not finding/acquiring what I was looking for, is a long time perp arrangement, usually in concert with Fuckwit gangstalkers around me. Though this time, it was my erstwhile farm colleague, and post-dinner time too, and extra challenging moment for the perp's remote energetic reading/analysis on me. That a blonde babe was also at the counter to tell me that a shipment was due this week wasn't a coincidence either, borrowing from the waitresses' look.
A family outing the next afternoon and evening (yesterday), following my daughter's graduation from the local community college. Much pictures in the evening under the trees after dinner in a nearby Thai restaurant with family. And per cue, out came the smart phones, and later the iPad, all in keeping with the perp's preoccupation with proximate individuals to be looking at LED screens. I don't know what the perps derive from this activity, but it has been clear from early on, that they just love to have me looking at CRT or LED displays with personnel/family, or even in proximity in the case of gangstalkers. That my classmates in my 2009 Oracle DBA classes would have the same red covered netbook at their desk, passing it on to other classmates, taking turns with the same netbook from class to class. Can we get more fucking obvious than that, netbook/LED display stalking? A related item was the new Samsung Galaxy Note cell phone I had for a few days before I took it back. It had an OLED display on it. Whatever it is that the perps are pumping through the wires and cell phone aerials needs to be tested on me for differing kinds of glass, LED resolutions, LED type and all the other technical parameters like circuit board color, wire color etc.
And now back at the cramped shared house, I was put onto "shit refugee" status within a half hour of getting back. First I was distracted from unpacking my suitcase by the six week overly long delivery of my cellphone accessories that had been just delivered on the doorstep for my arrival. Soo..., I get to unpack a suitcase and briefcase along with sorting out my laundry and then attending to the new cellphone accessories. After changing into new clothes, the forced "need" to take a crap came on, and so off to the mall to use the shitter there after being burned with a sudden onset of blocked toilets at this shared house. (And one at the vineyard owner's house where I work, which was a total blatant sabotage event for the minimal toilet content). And lo, if there wasn't the coursing dudes, one of whom was the cell phone service attendant I encountered last week. Some of the dudes were assigned concurrent craps, but no toilet blocking. The toilet even flushed by itself afterward, twice. And lo, if my Phillipino (read, brown) women gangstalkers that led me to the washrooms weren't there on my exit, loitering in the nearby food mall.
Then a "need" came on to get a stack of 100g bars of chocolate while there at the nearby LD store, and lo, if one stalking/stocking twit wasn't handling deep brown letter boxes across the aisle in front of me on my way to the chocolate. Then a planted notion to get some cash at the nearby ATM and cash the yellow colored check my mother gave me before I departed in compensation for the expenses I incurred in dealing with fencing, irrigation and wheelbarrow tire projects.
And in keeping with the perp's brown imperative, mixed in with the irrigation research imperative, I see that my perp abetting mother purchased 50' of brown garden hose, still coiled. So we are now entering a new phase of perp research, mixing/integrating their brown color games with thier irrigation supply research, and presumably by extension, its downstream color energetic effects on the plants that consume such supplied water, and too, the food consumed therefrom. Sounds like another ten years of insane abusive and deranged nonconsensual human experimentation is planned out.
The Summer Soltice was today, another perp parameter I have come to find, though I have no idea if it was central to above planning/arrangements.
06-21-2012
First evening after yesterday's flight, and I was jerked out of sleeping mostly, awake at 0300h, up at 0400h. The next door roomie artfully times his getting up earlier to match mine so he is showering while I am using the same water supply to clean dishes (concurrent water use). At least the 10th time this has "happened" in three weeks.
On the vineyard job, I took off my shirt, and then sun went behind high cloud 10 min. later and thereafter for the remainder of the day.
06-22-2012
More vineyard work today, but no tanning due to overcast conditons. Lots of deep mid-grey clouds in the distance, and I suppose this was interesting to the perps, given that I now have and use a mid-grey colored vehicle. On the way home they tailed me with a same mid-grey colored pickup truck towing a white aluminum trailer, and in front of me was a new white Volvo S-60. It only took the Volvo designers 10 years to clean up the look of the rear trunk, tailights and bumper design, and I must say it looks halfway decent. The perps go to great lengths to have me see vehicles with attractive design aesthetics, and after the horrid jelly-bean job they did on Volvos in 2000, they finally got it about right. The perps wanted me to know, as it is rare that I personally encounter new vehicles, being so financially strapped. And the perps know I have a fondness for Volvos, being a near-perfect confluence of design integrity, features, quality and durability IMHO. And too, the perps had me owning Volvos for 20 years in the past, so there must be something in it for them. It is also interesting that they ply me with Saabs in the vehicular gangstalking, a Swedish vehicle manufacturer that might get their steel from the same source as Volvo.
Other games that are going on are having me not use my regular mid-grey handled shaving razor while visiting Victoria, per above. I had my hand on the shaving razor to pack it, but "somehow" it didn't get packed, so I used these wretched white handled BIC razors while there. I survived OK, it is just that arms and body shaving never got done, and I have caught up in the last few days, doing one each morning in conjunction with shaving my face.
Another shaving method variation as also been imposed; normally after my shower I shave by applying a hot face cloth to the area and then proceed to shave in discrete sections (e.g. five passes on my face). Two weeks ago, they had me "discover" that I didn't need to use the face cloth to soften the hairs as I was fresh from the shower. So this big "discovery" has meant that I can speed up shaving and not apply the face cloth in advance of each discrete section that has shaving foam applied. Another adjunct to this was that I can take another short (sub-minute) shower to clean up my shaving hairs and foam all over me instead of using the face cloth, again in iterations to recharge it once it has loaded up. And because I must wait for the slow draining sink after shaving, I can take this second shaving-debris cleaning shower before the sink has finished draining. All this must sound like boring triviality, but in fact, the perps have a huge vested interested in absolutely every aspect of shaving and towelling dry, so this is a SIGNIFICANT advent in them changing this long running routine. Do I care? No; just leave me the fuck alone is all I ask, and it isn't going to happen anytime soon if it took them ten years to get this far.
06-23-2012
A visit to the market in downtown Penticton where they block four blocks off for vendors who set up their stalls. The Fuckwit Crush was out, including the step-in-my-way rude shit by assholes who were looking at me from less that 3' away. I was finally allowed to find a salad mix on the return pass, and lo, within a minute, they didn't pull a rain shower to accompany me for the 10 min. walk back. And too, this fucks me up, as I want to clean up my grease spotted raingear outside, and ironically it is raining, same as two weeks ago. The landlady's dude/boyfriend had to come and walk the driveway while I had the bag of salad in hand, just as his landlady girlfriend had to arrive in the kitchen when I was putting it in the fridge. What a bag of salad mix can do in Perpland.
And I see they wiped out two paragraphs that I had entered this morning in this here blog, and I am just too annoyed to replicate it. Besides, the perps manage mood down to full level control, and so it goes, more of what I have written is deleted by THEM.
More order obstruction and blocking. I am attempting to get a sunshade for my vehicle, and lo, if the Billing-Shipping address mapping doesn't put me into Alaska after typing "British Columbia" in the first list. Then it magically corrects itself when requesting shipping options. Then it screwed me out of having my password entered, so once that it is re-entered I resubmit. And lo, if the the application doesn't blow up and spew a page full of errors. I go back one screen to get to my details (now keyed in twice), and lo, if they didn't time me out after one minute of aforementioned adversity. All this was subsequent to "inadvertent" deletion of my order in the first place, having switched from the always-compromised (partial display) Firefox to running IE in Firefox browser window. Which begs the question, why does this keep happening to me? Because there is a total adversity/coincidence control office which oversees every aspect of what I do. I don't know how any reasonable person can come to any other conclusion after this same kind of abusive and obstructing inanity has been going on for ten fucking years.
Later, my first salad from above market shopping trip that I ate here in Penticton gets extra attention. The landlady was on the wireless phone talking all the time while I was eating it. (I was seated between her 10' away, and the reciever, 5' away, in the path of the EMF signals. Post lunch (salad now in me), she starts up the vacuum cleaning. And have I mentioned how often vacuum cleaning stalking erupts around me since the harassment began. At least 5x/year.
A 1.75 hour long forced nap after lunch, salad now digesting, which is way excessive when they screwed me into an extra two hours sleep last night. I suppose I could chalk this up to the post-salad consumption event.
An afternoon shopping trip, and why is it that so many people wander into my path and then don't make any effort to get out of it? I walk around them and lo, if they haven't turned yet again to walk at me, leading me to make extra effort to get out of their way. And they are uniformily trained to be totally blase/emotionless about it too. I have never met so many rude pedestrians since this abuse began.
Enough rants for the day, though further order obstructions did erupt, as it seems to be the day the assholes want me to put online shopping through, now four different orders on the day when I had been backlogged for months on getting on with them. They had me hold off until I moved in early June, and then kept up the sabotage and harassment plus the cell phone dysfunction games to distract me for a further three weeks. And so it goes, one slow weekend day.
06-24-2012
Another weekend day (Sunday), this time getting up at 0600h, which gave me 7 hours of sleep, more like normal. No one else was up, and I have yet to find out the source of the snoring I heard in the night and this morning. No one on the couch this time, and too loud for it to be from the detached garage where the landlady sleeps.
Just like last Sunday, yoga and then to the tanning salon, and still with this scented pong from the intensifier lotion. The thought of not using it just didn't occur to me.
The yoga class had the heavy breather dude again, he sdroitly getting in front of my view in the side mirror wall. Some people, usually the Unfavored specimens, need to be in my vision much more than others. The one delectable babe was obstructed by a chinless older blonde woman, and so it goes, sprinkle in a few Favoreds, and then plant an Unfavored in front of them.
After tanning, then to engage with the petroleum interest/stungs of the perps, they reminding me that I needed to fill the tank up again, having passed the desired filling station. So on my way back to fill the vehicle, why, a gasoline tanker truck was filling at the Chevron with the old pumps and I was on my way to the one, a quarter mile away at most, that had the familiar pumps. And lo, if the only availible pump was the one where the four in-ground tank filler ports where arranged, me parking over top of them while I filled the vehicle. The prequisite hot-rod muffler noises started up while filling, and then the motorcycle noise was added to the noisescape. The perps made sure two motorcycles were on show, parked at a pump when selecting one to fill at. A three way vehicular clusterfuck when it came time to depart, a vehicle doing back-and-forths in front of me, someone waiting behind me, and two more sitting with their backup lights to get in the way. And so they did, one departing ahead of me and the other departing behind me.
The perps pulled a rainstorm while I was tanning, and so that was my greeting upon exiting the salon and walking to my vehicle. The trip to the gasoline station, while filling the tank, and driving back to my roomie hell was duly rained upon. Even if there was some sun and blue sky, someone likes to arrange rainstorms more than is coincidence for key Fuckover events (e.g. tanning, gasoline filling).
More of the protracted impasse over getting files onto the Android phone's SD card. I see that I am not alone as this generates plenty of web traffic, though none that seems to help me. And too, the perps could be up to their usual cognition abuse games, and have me all over the solution but unable to effect one. This is the stuff of what they like doing best; cognition disruption. After the color coordinated gangstalkers (both ambulatory and vehicular), the dogs and kids they like to put out, the vacuum cleaners, ladders, backpacks, plastic shopping bags, the vagrants, the cell phoners, and other assorted Unfavored Fuckwits, hammering my ability to percieve things comes next. Who knew that abuse could be so subtlely appplied?
Anyhow, I am going to publish this now (06-24-2012, 1420h PDT) and if anything eventful erupts for the remainder of the day, I will append it below.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Job Prospecting
1650h
An entire afternoon of bookmarking job prospects, doing the multi-career thing with farm work, IT and forestry dominating. The oil and gas industry entry level jobs don't look very do-able in terms of finding the job ads, never mind the logistics of getting there, getting around and living somewhere remote. Even the farmworker jobs where the holding is dispersed in many areas, don't exactly explain how one is to travel from job site to job site for the same employer, all at $9.28/hour, the going rate for the peasanos. There is no way one can run a vehicle and have a place at that pay rate unless getting 60 to 80 hours per week regularly.
Once bookmarked as Job Prospects, I go over them and craft a resume and cover letter for each, and then send them via email. Past experience has been a 1% response rate not including auto-responding email. That is when I have experience, as it seems that is the biggest deal breaker. Even the coal miner jobs are looking for 3 years experience. Who knows what I really get to see at this end of the constrained and orchestrated web access. There have been plenty, like every second, maser and plasma beams on-screen and even arranged in banded parallel striations of the same thickness of web page vertical lines. All in keeping with the goings on/harassment of course, and noisestalking when I bookmark a web page. Other nonsense has been to slowly and progressively decrease the size of the font as I go back to a web page, finding it smaller after looking at a link.
2240h
A new planted theme, and that is Network Area Server, NAS for short. IT is a PC that would act as both a central storage for other PC and devices, as well as backup for them all. And at the moment of looking into build or buy, a sudden need to pee came on, at least the 12th time today, so these forced pisses are getting much more specific as to the prior content I am exposed to. A NAS is one of these on-off "concerns" that got bigger because I ripped some 37 Gb of music to this PC a month ago, and of course I don't want it wiped out. For now, it is replicated on a hard drive by a script that runs every day. And the perps have me cranked up to purchase one the first decent paycheck I get, their planted theme getting more priority it seems. Except that farm work pays low, and it is likely it will have to pay the whole shot if this disability gig gets yanked on me, like I suspect it will this year. I earned too much, the grant for the Oracle courses being a big part of my extra earnings, so I am sure to come up on the inspection radar. I predicted it last year, but was wrong, so we shall see.
The job submissions stalled out after all the bookmarkings. It seems the perps wanted me to organize the bookmarks in my Firefox Library, putting separating lines between the local, out-of-town farm work, IT and the forestry job bookmarks. Once that was done, why, a forced pee again. Exciting moments for perps are in the smallest of things; even crossing the floor from kitchen to desk, all of 8', I routinely get noisestalked, plasma flashed, or even riled up to vocalize while in mid-stride.
Earlier, I got a call from the so-called mental health person asking about my request to take yoga at some center now that the local yoga has shut down. I got one too many of the denial blandishments "oh right", so I ripped into her and asked her some pointed questions as to why two doctors say I am being harassed and it is not a clinical problem. That shut her up, so no doubt this was all scripted in the first place to get me riled up on the phone (= EMF intrusion), so this will likely play out in some way, the catch-all that it be "recorded on my chart". And at the moment I realized I was getting cranked up over this, the dresser that is 4' away put on a big creaking noise all by itself. So it seems the perps need to rile me up to get more neural circuits working, though too, those that can see auras say that annoyed subjects have larger auras, trailing some 60' or so.
A dull shut-in day with the exception of doing some laundry first thing (30' down the hallway), though without the usual "need" to then do cleaning concurrently. And even more odd, was that all garments and items went from washing machine to dryer, none were taken out from the washing machine and hung dry, the way that laundry has "happened" every time for at least the last two years, save bedsheets loads. Another exciting perp moment maybe, through-testing a full load of my laundry without interim washing machine samples. It gets complicated for the perps, keeping track of all these nuances and variations, though I am sure they are up to the task, and are still having me do things ass-backwards that I would never logically do on my own, unfettered and unfucked with; e.g. opening a cupboard when it was to be a drawer etc.
Plenty of plasma flashes today, especially onscreen, and even on the wall that I face when having lunch or tea-break. They had the stainless steel basket of the glass Bodum teapot changed as if it had been heated to much higher temperatures, giving the steel a green and pink color today. And lo, if there wasn't pink and green intermingled spots on the wall while having tea some five minutes later. They have changed the color of the stainless steel to be bluish, purplish, and pink at differing times, so I suppose too this is another line of color games. I can only surmise that they are attempting to determine if the color energies of the stainless steel insert basket where the teabag sat until removed, and presumably transferred to the tea, can somehow be detected in me, or through my eyes, when they flash the plasma beams on the wall. (And with some of the tea in me by then). Just too complicated, and still no reason from them as to why they put me through this ongoing abusive hell for over nine years because they lack the gumption to show up and declare themselves. It gets stupider and stupider with each passing day.
I am also getting plenty of pink color testing through the web sites I visit; very often the Caucasian skin tones are manipulated to be overly pink, and it seems too this might be another Unfavored color category of particular interest to the sickos. Especially if they applied sexual abuse during the years they wiped my recall out, aged 2 to 5, and living in Montreal (16 months, of two academic term lengths, 1956-7 and 1958-59), northern BC (two summer months) and Victoria BC then. Another obvious male feigned crotch-grabbing episode at the checkout in the LD store yesterday reminded me of what they might have been up to at one time, and are now attempting to determine and then remediate the associated subconcsious traumatizations. As I have said before; I don't need any uninvited remediation by any party; I had a career in IT and got jerked from it by insane assholes who started out by invading my apartment, and kept up this abusive insanity ever since.
So that is all the blogging for today, dull as it has been. And for a Wednesday weekday, an excess of noisy motorcycles outside today, some 12 independent events this afternoon, and when I looked outside to see if they were real motorcycles, and not just projected noise, only once of the three times were
they for real. Life in the FUD-stream.
An entire afternoon of bookmarking job prospects, doing the multi-career thing with farm work, IT and forestry dominating. The oil and gas industry entry level jobs don't look very do-able in terms of finding the job ads, never mind the logistics of getting there, getting around and living somewhere remote. Even the farmworker jobs where the holding is dispersed in many areas, don't exactly explain how one is to travel from job site to job site for the same employer, all at $9.28/hour, the going rate for the peasanos. There is no way one can run a vehicle and have a place at that pay rate unless getting 60 to 80 hours per week regularly.
Once bookmarked as Job Prospects, I go over them and craft a resume and cover letter for each, and then send them via email. Past experience has been a 1% response rate not including auto-responding email. That is when I have experience, as it seems that is the biggest deal breaker. Even the coal miner jobs are looking for 3 years experience. Who knows what I really get to see at this end of the constrained and orchestrated web access. There have been plenty, like every second, maser and plasma beams on-screen and even arranged in banded parallel striations of the same thickness of web page vertical lines. All in keeping with the goings on/harassment of course, and noisestalking when I bookmark a web page. Other nonsense has been to slowly and progressively decrease the size of the font as I go back to a web page, finding it smaller after looking at a link.
2240h
A new planted theme, and that is Network Area Server, NAS for short. IT is a PC that would act as both a central storage for other PC and devices, as well as backup for them all. And at the moment of looking into build or buy, a sudden need to pee came on, at least the 12th time today, so these forced pisses are getting much more specific as to the prior content I am exposed to. A NAS is one of these on-off "concerns" that got bigger because I ripped some 37 Gb of music to this PC a month ago, and of course I don't want it wiped out. For now, it is replicated on a hard drive by a script that runs every day. And the perps have me cranked up to purchase one the first decent paycheck I get, their planted theme getting more priority it seems. Except that farm work pays low, and it is likely it will have to pay the whole shot if this disability gig gets yanked on me, like I suspect it will this year. I earned too much, the grant for the Oracle courses being a big part of my extra earnings, so I am sure to come up on the inspection radar. I predicted it last year, but was wrong, so we shall see.
The job submissions stalled out after all the bookmarkings. It seems the perps wanted me to organize the bookmarks in my Firefox Library, putting separating lines between the local, out-of-town farm work, IT and the forestry job bookmarks. Once that was done, why, a forced pee again. Exciting moments for perps are in the smallest of things; even crossing the floor from kitchen to desk, all of 8', I routinely get noisestalked, plasma flashed, or even riled up to vocalize while in mid-stride.
Earlier, I got a call from the so-called mental health person asking about my request to take yoga at some center now that the local yoga has shut down. I got one too many of the denial blandishments "oh right", so I ripped into her and asked her some pointed questions as to why two doctors say I am being harassed and it is not a clinical problem. That shut her up, so no doubt this was all scripted in the first place to get me riled up on the phone (= EMF intrusion), so this will likely play out in some way, the catch-all that it be "recorded on my chart". And at the moment I realized I was getting cranked up over this, the dresser that is 4' away put on a big creaking noise all by itself. So it seems the perps need to rile me up to get more neural circuits working, though too, those that can see auras say that annoyed subjects have larger auras, trailing some 60' or so.
A dull shut-in day with the exception of doing some laundry first thing (30' down the hallway), though without the usual "need" to then do cleaning concurrently. And even more odd, was that all garments and items went from washing machine to dryer, none were taken out from the washing machine and hung dry, the way that laundry has "happened" every time for at least the last two years, save bedsheets loads. Another exciting perp moment maybe, through-testing a full load of my laundry without interim washing machine samples. It gets complicated for the perps, keeping track of all these nuances and variations, though I am sure they are up to the task, and are still having me do things ass-backwards that I would never logically do on my own, unfettered and unfucked with; e.g. opening a cupboard when it was to be a drawer etc.
Plenty of plasma flashes today, especially onscreen, and even on the wall that I face when having lunch or tea-break. They had the stainless steel basket of the glass Bodum teapot changed as if it had been heated to much higher temperatures, giving the steel a green and pink color today. And lo, if there wasn't pink and green intermingled spots on the wall while having tea some five minutes later. They have changed the color of the stainless steel to be bluish, purplish, and pink at differing times, so I suppose too this is another line of color games. I can only surmise that they are attempting to determine if the color energies of the stainless steel insert basket where the teabag sat until removed, and presumably transferred to the tea, can somehow be detected in me, or through my eyes, when they flash the plasma beams on the wall. (And with some of the tea in me by then). Just too complicated, and still no reason from them as to why they put me through this ongoing abusive hell for over nine years because they lack the gumption to show up and declare themselves. It gets stupider and stupider with each passing day.
I am also getting plenty of pink color testing through the web sites I visit; very often the Caucasian skin tones are manipulated to be overly pink, and it seems too this might be another Unfavored color category of particular interest to the sickos. Especially if they applied sexual abuse during the years they wiped my recall out, aged 2 to 5, and living in Montreal (16 months, of two academic term lengths, 1956-7 and 1958-59), northern BC (two summer months) and Victoria BC then. Another obvious male feigned crotch-grabbing episode at the checkout in the LD store yesterday reminded me of what they might have been up to at one time, and are now attempting to determine and then remediate the associated subconcsious traumatizations. As I have said before; I don't need any uninvited remediation by any party; I had a career in IT and got jerked from it by insane assholes who started out by invading my apartment, and kept up this abusive insanity ever since.
So that is all the blogging for today, dull as it has been. And for a Wednesday weekday, an excess of noisy motorcycles outside today, some 12 independent events this afternoon, and when I looked outside to see if they were real motorcycles, and not just projected noise, only once of the three times were
they for real. Life in the FUD-stream.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Print Job Truncation
1030h
The two item Newegg order that inexplicably got split into two separate orders and two differing shipping methods is still getting the jerkaround. I get an invoice by email, and attempt to print it, and lo, if they didn't truncate the total off the page. Not onto the next page either, just plain cut off. Same deal with attempting to copy it to Open Office to print it there from the word processor. Insane bullshit over the most smallest details.
1245h
Rememberance Day, aka Armistice Day, a national holiday. In keeping with past years, the band marches past as type this, bagpipes, then the bass drum, and then snarre drums follow. And as the bass drum is sounded, why, the very same sounds emanate from above, this rumbling noise that is made out to be some kind of device that is wheeled overhead, and on other occasions, follows me from desk, to kitchen and elsewhere. No holiday for TI's of course, just another exploitation event.
And the perps might of been extra virulent this morning with the harssment fuckery, following a nut shave last night. They nearly always lay on extra harassment these follow-on mornings. And, if recent harassment and captivity experience is a guide, a shut-in day looks to be in progress, and they like me to exit the apartment two days after a nut shave. This will be duly accomplished by scheduling my one day eyeglass repair tomorrow, getting me out to visit the blonde babe at the optician again. Hopefully she will lay off the pink lace dress with the black backing, and wear non-red colors, but no realistic expectation of that of course. Blonde babes are the vehicle by which they like to leverage red color exposures, especially of late.
And the eyeglass lens, just the R side, gets replaced due to the lens coating somehow coming off on the top edge, some 3mm wide now. Even if nearly a year after the warrantly has expired on the lens, I get a warranty repair all the same, no cash outlay for this sabotage. I suppose it the perps' method to get one eyeglass lens out of my posession, and it may also play into the games with recent lens cleaning solutions that I have been using. As it "so happened", the opticians ran out of colorless lens cleaner, and so I had to settle for a light blue tinted solution, which I have been using daily for over 6 weeks or so, as I get regular evening time mess on my lenses, presumably to alter the quality of light that I see then while online.
So..., they get to keep this sabotaged R lens, and I get a new one of the same prescription, and doubtless that will feed the research mill they have in place. I see my mother recently started using red tinted lens cleaner, after having it sit in the kitchen for the past year, so this is a big deal for the assholes, as this eyeglass lens sabotage and replacement has been over a year in the making. The lens coating removal first became apparent within six months of wearing the lens, but as it wasn't in my line of vision I didn't (read, mind-fucked) care. Then in 12-2009, they reminded me I had just walked past the opticians' storefront only that day, and made me "forget" to go inside to see about the eyeglasses. Then I look up the warranty and lo, if the fuckers hadn't timed this to be a few days after the one year warranty expired. So what was the point of that? Don't know, but as this fuckery closes on two years since I purchased the new Rx progressive lens glasses, and I get a "free" warranty extension, one can see this entire episode has long term planning written all over it. Nothing new there of course, just another example.
And I was finally allowed to figure out why the perps split up the above mentioned two item order into two orders, each with different shipping methods. The USB 3 hard drive docking station comes first and gets to sit around in keeping with the perps' long running enforced"fallow time" habits, until the slower arriving 10 outlet power strip arrives, needed to plug it in as there aren't sufficient outlets. They got it all covered, something I hope my readership has come to appreciate through this exposition of these travails.
And the ongoing bullshit over potentially getting a higher paying camp construction laboring job continues today; I thought they would give this one a rest, but no, they are still at it for another round. Seeing that they didn't have me even look at jobs yesterday, much less apply for any, for an entire day of web surfing, one can tell this entire bullshit is nothing but a planted bullshit tour. The perps have unequivocally ensured that constructon laboring jobs are going nowhere for me, as I have never recieved even a phone call in response to the some 30 to 50 jobs that I have applied for. I don't have any construction labor experience, and the local labor outfits made sure to screw me by never phoning, and not even telling me that I should come in each morning at 0600h, which is what they routinely do. Three temp labor outfits did not fully inform me of this practice, and can we spell job specific "employment obstuction" any louder than that? Farm or landscape labor might be the next gig, but that could be 06-2011 if past history repeats itself. That is a big financial hole looming, and I will be fucking pissed if they put me into that state again, something they have done for the past three years, though not this one, knock on wood.
1810h
For the second evening, after dinner and an apple for dessert, the perps have me read a chapter of two in ..And His Lovely Wife, by Connie Schultz. It is about her husband's run for Senate, Sherrod Brown, and the details of how they change to such a radical departure in their married life. And each time, the perps turn me into an emotional wreck, which is a totally ludicrous never-before reaction that is very strange. Or is it that the book jacket is red and white and that I just finished eating a red and yellow skinned apple, white on the inside? Anyhow, I am glad that one is over, though I haven't finished reading the book, and it seems that the light source is also important, as are the differing light reflectance on the page, the assholes adding in yellow, that might also be part of their apple experiment.
A shut-in day seems to be the big plan, and doubtless many are planned into the fall and winter I suspect. There is some need for them to string these over several days and then give me some "out time" before another round. All the while, strange noises somehow filter through the earmuffs I have on, and tonight it is featuring a thumpy stereo from a putative apartment neighbor. On with the show, and more web surfing and whatever else that brings, though they seem to not want me listening to music, even if the assholes started me listening a few nights ago after a 7 month hiatus.
2125h
A pop-up window that followed a mouse click that was obstructed to close down a Firefox session. Then I respond to pop-up, and then re-click on the x button to close down the session. These thwarted mouseclickings have increased over the past three months or so, and now scripting a pop-up box between them takes it to a whole new level of obsessional inanity (theirs).
Never mind other navigational fuckery, like the cursor not travelling to where it is placed in this here Blogspot blogging interface, and the myriad of text morphing games that are routinely going on now; they mess with text on this LCD panel to have vertical edges skewed or warped, arrange a converging starburst pattern, or 45 degree angle lines as if made from the spaces between the words, and like manipulations to get my attention. Only one example of the boundless others of plying me all day long with changes or insertions of lines, angles, surfaces, textures and every other visual abberation one can think of, and then some. And of course the forced misreading games continue; read one word and then they plant a different meaning in mind, and at the moment of detection of this logical incongruity, why, a noise goes off or a flash of plasma color or other introduced phenomenon. They cannot get enoughof the fuckery any time error detection or logical discordance is detected, presumably by me still, though I am doubting there is much left for them to know about mind control save attention shifting. I can nearly always count on a noise or light flash when I shit attention, usually after the assholes have planted something irrelevant in mind in the first place.
And so it is that time of evening when my eyeglasses get mucked up by the assholes, these swipes of translucent something to reduce the light to my central vision, and routinely there every evening for cleaning with the above mentioned lens cleaner concoctions they have arranged. Though tomorrow, the glasses come off for a day of the old Rx, and back to the fuckery over being able to read without taking them off.
The tactical pee-ing has also increased for the past 1.5 months since I finished up with farm work and have been putzing around, save the week I was away.. The assholes have me going some 10x a day or so, when 3 or less was normal. And the pee "need" is scripted to immediatelhy follow those all-important perp moments of bookmarking web sites, Windows select, cut, and paste, and even mouse clicking on a hypertext link.
Time to call this one done and post it, another shut-in day of dulldom is nearing an end.
The two item Newegg order that inexplicably got split into two separate orders and two differing shipping methods is still getting the jerkaround. I get an invoice by email, and attempt to print it, and lo, if they didn't truncate the total off the page. Not onto the next page either, just plain cut off. Same deal with attempting to copy it to Open Office to print it there from the word processor. Insane bullshit over the most smallest details.
1245h
Rememberance Day, aka Armistice Day, a national holiday. In keeping with past years, the band marches past as type this, bagpipes, then the bass drum, and then snarre drums follow. And as the bass drum is sounded, why, the very same sounds emanate from above, this rumbling noise that is made out to be some kind of device that is wheeled overhead, and on other occasions, follows me from desk, to kitchen and elsewhere. No holiday for TI's of course, just another exploitation event.
And the perps might of been extra virulent this morning with the harssment fuckery, following a nut shave last night. They nearly always lay on extra harassment these follow-on mornings. And, if recent harassment and captivity experience is a guide, a shut-in day looks to be in progress, and they like me to exit the apartment two days after a nut shave. This will be duly accomplished by scheduling my one day eyeglass repair tomorrow, getting me out to visit the blonde babe at the optician again. Hopefully she will lay off the pink lace dress with the black backing, and wear non-red colors, but no realistic expectation of that of course. Blonde babes are the vehicle by which they like to leverage red color exposures, especially of late.
And the eyeglass lens, just the R side, gets replaced due to the lens coating somehow coming off on the top edge, some 3mm wide now. Even if nearly a year after the warrantly has expired on the lens, I get a warranty repair all the same, no cash outlay for this sabotage. I suppose it the perps' method to get one eyeglass lens out of my posession, and it may also play into the games with recent lens cleaning solutions that I have been using. As it "so happened", the opticians ran out of colorless lens cleaner, and so I had to settle for a light blue tinted solution, which I have been using daily for over 6 weeks or so, as I get regular evening time mess on my lenses, presumably to alter the quality of light that I see then while online.
So..., they get to keep this sabotaged R lens, and I get a new one of the same prescription, and doubtless that will feed the research mill they have in place. I see my mother recently started using red tinted lens cleaner, after having it sit in the kitchen for the past year, so this is a big deal for the assholes, as this eyeglass lens sabotage and replacement has been over a year in the making. The lens coating removal first became apparent within six months of wearing the lens, but as it wasn't in my line of vision I didn't (read, mind-fucked) care. Then in 12-2009, they reminded me I had just walked past the opticians' storefront only that day, and made me "forget" to go inside to see about the eyeglasses. Then I look up the warranty and lo, if the fuckers hadn't timed this to be a few days after the one year warranty expired. So what was the point of that? Don't know, but as this fuckery closes on two years since I purchased the new Rx progressive lens glasses, and I get a "free" warranty extension, one can see this entire episode has long term planning written all over it. Nothing new there of course, just another example.
And I was finally allowed to figure out why the perps split up the above mentioned two item order into two orders, each with different shipping methods. The USB 3 hard drive docking station comes first and gets to sit around in keeping with the perps' long running enforced"fallow time" habits, until the slower arriving 10 outlet power strip arrives, needed to plug it in as there aren't sufficient outlets. They got it all covered, something I hope my readership has come to appreciate through this exposition of these travails.
And the ongoing bullshit over potentially getting a higher paying camp construction laboring job continues today; I thought they would give this one a rest, but no, they are still at it for another round. Seeing that they didn't have me even look at jobs yesterday, much less apply for any, for an entire day of web surfing, one can tell this entire bullshit is nothing but a planted bullshit tour. The perps have unequivocally ensured that constructon laboring jobs are going nowhere for me, as I have never recieved even a phone call in response to the some 30 to 50 jobs that I have applied for. I don't have any construction labor experience, and the local labor outfits made sure to screw me by never phoning, and not even telling me that I should come in each morning at 0600h, which is what they routinely do. Three temp labor outfits did not fully inform me of this practice, and can we spell job specific "employment obstuction" any louder than that? Farm or landscape labor might be the next gig, but that could be 06-2011 if past history repeats itself. That is a big financial hole looming, and I will be fucking pissed if they put me into that state again, something they have done for the past three years, though not this one, knock on wood.
1810h
For the second evening, after dinner and an apple for dessert, the perps have me read a chapter of two in ..And His Lovely Wife, by Connie Schultz. It is about her husband's run for Senate, Sherrod Brown, and the details of how they change to such a radical departure in their married life. And each time, the perps turn me into an emotional wreck, which is a totally ludicrous never-before reaction that is very strange. Or is it that the book jacket is red and white and that I just finished eating a red and yellow skinned apple, white on the inside? Anyhow, I am glad that one is over, though I haven't finished reading the book, and it seems that the light source is also important, as are the differing light reflectance on the page, the assholes adding in yellow, that might also be part of their apple experiment.
A shut-in day seems to be the big plan, and doubtless many are planned into the fall and winter I suspect. There is some need for them to string these over several days and then give me some "out time" before another round. All the while, strange noises somehow filter through the earmuffs I have on, and tonight it is featuring a thumpy stereo from a putative apartment neighbor. On with the show, and more web surfing and whatever else that brings, though they seem to not want me listening to music, even if the assholes started me listening a few nights ago after a 7 month hiatus.
2125h
A pop-up window that followed a mouse click that was obstructed to close down a Firefox session. Then I respond to pop-up, and then re-click on the x button to close down the session. These thwarted mouseclickings have increased over the past three months or so, and now scripting a pop-up box between them takes it to a whole new level of obsessional inanity (theirs).
Never mind other navigational fuckery, like the cursor not travelling to where it is placed in this here Blogspot blogging interface, and the myriad of text morphing games that are routinely going on now; they mess with text on this LCD panel to have vertical edges skewed or warped, arrange a converging starburst pattern, or 45 degree angle lines as if made from the spaces between the words, and like manipulations to get my attention. Only one example of the boundless others of plying me all day long with changes or insertions of lines, angles, surfaces, textures and every other visual abberation one can think of, and then some. And of course the forced misreading games continue; read one word and then they plant a different meaning in mind, and at the moment of detection of this logical incongruity, why, a noise goes off or a flash of plasma color or other introduced phenomenon. They cannot get enoughof the fuckery any time error detection or logical discordance is detected, presumably by me still, though I am doubting there is much left for them to know about mind control save attention shifting. I can nearly always count on a noise or light flash when I shit attention, usually after the assholes have planted something irrelevant in mind in the first place.
And so it is that time of evening when my eyeglasses get mucked up by the assholes, these swipes of translucent something to reduce the light to my central vision, and routinely there every evening for cleaning with the above mentioned lens cleaner concoctions they have arranged. Though tomorrow, the glasses come off for a day of the old Rx, and back to the fuckery over being able to read without taking them off.
The tactical pee-ing has also increased for the past 1.5 months since I finished up with farm work and have been putzing around, save the week I was away.. The assholes have me going some 10x a day or so, when 3 or less was normal. And the pee "need" is scripted to immediatelhy follow those all-important perp moments of bookmarking web sites, Windows select, cut, and paste, and even mouse clicking on a hypertext link.
Time to call this one done and post it, another shut-in day of dulldom is nearing an end.
Friday, May 21, 2010
No Prior Warm Up
1100h
A strange start to these kept days this morning; no prior "warm up" of going online and viewing this LCD display and the irradiations coming off it (new normal) before going out on a three stop errand trip. Obviously a big test day for the sickos when they send me out without LCD online time, even 20 minutes or so. And it was a freaky gangstalking scene all round, and even some special color moments, this time the assholes putting on yellow as their color of interest.
A yellow jacket male Fuckwit in a black ball cap was doing the front door loiter and dither before heading inside to lead ahead of me at the outdoor sports store. Then when at the counter to look at items, he does the slow troll toward me and then behind me, while the staff member with the oversized 7" yellow headband attended to my questions. Then when in the protracted line up, why, both of them featured again in my view, dithering around to be seen at length, the staff member doing some phone time. Then onto the grocery store to get more milk as the carton here had prematurely soured six days ahead of the best before date. And lo, if they didn't obscure the "Sidewalk Closed" signs to suck me into going to the corner where both directions were closed, both due to similar mobile cranes, likely some 120' up to load or unload from the building under construction, and almost completed. (Then back to the other side of the street to walk between two cranes, one being the mobile crane, and the other a hammerhead crane next to the sidewalk on a new construction site. The sickos cannot get enough crane action it seems, so they bring in two mobile cranes on streets 90 degrees offset to "join" the fixed construction crane. I haven't figured out the whole deal on why cranes seem to be a component of the fuckery, but there has been a long running exposure to them, including the pre-over/beserk days of 2000 to 2002 when they had one across the street at work, and another next door at my apartment builidng in Seattle.
And per above, it is not uncommon that the Fuckwits arrange particular color themes for the gangstalkers when making a purchasing decision, as navy blue was very common at one time. This is the first that I have noticed when the have gone to yellow for this event, always a big deal for the assholes.
1605h
A round of thumping and clunking heard through my earmuffs while checking the employment postings online. Anything to do with this theme seems to crank up the perps, and having me do "hang time", as in nothing to do, is all part of it. which begs the question in a much larger scope; can this perp interest be applied to the population at large and the current economic downturn that has cost so many their livelihoods? Don't know, but it is interesting to ponder the bigger picture of this harassment in all its facets, as TI's are often made unemployed or even homeless. I don't know what the assholes have planned with respect to employment, but it seems that all experiences, and especially adverse ones, are under study.
1630h
More dude talk outside my door while reading a John C. Lilly interview. Only a few minutes prior to that, and after two paragraphs of reading the interview, the sickos forced to tak a pee, getting back to their very tactically timed forced urinations. The toilet is also partially fucked with, having me keep my fingers on the handle to make it flush and thereby stay closer to it while the color change of the water flushing is going on. It seems that they cannot get enough of me being exposed to color changes, the toilet flushing being the most vivid example.
1635h
Another round of dude talk outside my door, this time a little slurred/retarded. Hmm... makes me wonder if the perps know more about this kind of exposure than I do. And plenty of hotrod noises today, that particular loud mufflered vehicle has been of considerable frequency in the last week, and it seems to be coincident with the sickos cranking up the dude talk, especially when it somehow creeps through my earmuffs. Or is it that I am still reading the John C. Lilly interview? Hard to know what the assholes are up to, but they did have me "discover" his work back in 2000 to 2001, and I was quite fascinated at the time.
1650h
Continuing hot rod noise outside, 3 to 5/minute. I finished reading the above mentioned John C. Lilly, and he talks about, and to, the Earth Coincidence Control Office (ECCO). He even has dialogs with them. Could this be the very same entity that likes to grind down TI's? [More noise now, getting through my earmuffs.] This is stunning. an MD, a highly respected researcher, and he has a continuing notion of an overarching entity called ECCO, and ascribes all world events to them, and asks them the particulars if curious. Interesting background at this link.
And an interesting excerpt from John C. Lilly's book, below:
A strange start to these kept days this morning; no prior "warm up" of going online and viewing this LCD display and the irradiations coming off it (new normal) before going out on a three stop errand trip. Obviously a big test day for the sickos when they send me out without LCD online time, even 20 minutes or so. And it was a freaky gangstalking scene all round, and even some special color moments, this time the assholes putting on yellow as their color of interest.
A yellow jacket male Fuckwit in a black ball cap was doing the front door loiter and dither before heading inside to lead ahead of me at the outdoor sports store. Then when at the counter to look at items, he does the slow troll toward me and then behind me, while the staff member with the oversized 7" yellow headband attended to my questions. Then when in the protracted line up, why, both of them featured again in my view, dithering around to be seen at length, the staff member doing some phone time. Then onto the grocery store to get more milk as the carton here had prematurely soured six days ahead of the best before date. And lo, if they didn't obscure the "Sidewalk Closed" signs to suck me into going to the corner where both directions were closed, both due to similar mobile cranes, likely some 120' up to load or unload from the building under construction, and almost completed. (Then back to the other side of the street to walk between two cranes, one being the mobile crane, and the other a hammerhead crane next to the sidewalk on a new construction site. The sickos cannot get enough crane action it seems, so they bring in two mobile cranes on streets 90 degrees offset to "join" the fixed construction crane. I haven't figured out the whole deal on why cranes seem to be a component of the fuckery, but there has been a long running exposure to them, including the pre-over/beserk days of 2000 to 2002 when they had one across the street at work, and another next door at my apartment builidng in Seattle.
And per above, it is not uncommon that the Fuckwits arrange particular color themes for the gangstalkers when making a purchasing decision, as navy blue was very common at one time. This is the first that I have noticed when the have gone to yellow for this event, always a big deal for the assholes.
1605h
A round of thumping and clunking heard through my earmuffs while checking the employment postings online. Anything to do with this theme seems to crank up the perps, and having me do "hang time", as in nothing to do, is all part of it. which begs the question in a much larger scope; can this perp interest be applied to the population at large and the current economic downturn that has cost so many their livelihoods? Don't know, but it is interesting to ponder the bigger picture of this harassment in all its facets, as TI's are often made unemployed or even homeless. I don't know what the assholes have planned with respect to employment, but it seems that all experiences, and especially adverse ones, are under study.
1630h
More dude talk outside my door while reading a John C. Lilly interview. Only a few minutes prior to that, and after two paragraphs of reading the interview, the sickos forced to tak a pee, getting back to their very tactically timed forced urinations. The toilet is also partially fucked with, having me keep my fingers on the handle to make it flush and thereby stay closer to it while the color change of the water flushing is going on. It seems that they cannot get enough of me being exposed to color changes, the toilet flushing being the most vivid example.
1635h
Another round of dude talk outside my door, this time a little slurred/retarded. Hmm... makes me wonder if the perps know more about this kind of exposure than I do. And plenty of hotrod noises today, that particular loud mufflered vehicle has been of considerable frequency in the last week, and it seems to be coincident with the sickos cranking up the dude talk, especially when it somehow creeps through my earmuffs. Or is it that I am still reading the John C. Lilly interview? Hard to know what the assholes are up to, but they did have me "discover" his work back in 2000 to 2001, and I was quite fascinated at the time.
1650h
Continuing hot rod noise outside, 3 to 5/minute. I finished reading the above mentioned John C. Lilly, and he talks about, and to, the Earth Coincidence Control Office (ECCO). He even has dialogs with them. Could this be the very same entity that likes to grind down TI's? [More noise now, getting through my earmuffs.] This is stunning. an MD, a highly respected researcher, and he has a continuing notion of an overarching entity called ECCO, and ascribes all world events to them, and asks them the particulars if curious. Interesting background at this link.
And an interesting excerpt from John C. Lilly's book, below:
In ones life there can be peculiarly appropriate chains of related events that lead to consequences that are strongly desired. After such experiences, one wonders how such a series of events developed; sometimes there is a strong feeling that some intelligence (greater than ours) directed the course along certain lines which It/He/She was/is programming. This programming originates from the Earth Coincidence Control Office (E.C.C.O)
There exists a Cosmic Control Center (C.C.C.) with a Galactic substation called Galactic Coincidence Control (G.C.C.). Within this is the Solar System Control Unit (S.S.C.U.), within which is the Earth Coincidence Control Office (E.C.C.O.).
The assignments of responsiblities from the top to the bottom of this system of control is by a set of regulations, which translated by E.C.C.O. for humans is somewhat as follows:"
J.C.Lilly , Dyadic Cyclone, 1976
To all humans
If you wish to control coincidences in your own life on the planet Earth, we will cooperate and determine those coincidences for you under the following conditions:
1) You must know/assume/simulate our existence in ECCO
2) You must be willing to accept y/our responsibility for control of your coincidences.
3) You must exert your best capabilities for your survival programs and your own development as an advancing/advanced member of ECCO's earthside corps of controlled coincidence workers. You are expected to use your best intelligence in this service
4) You are expected to expect the unexpected every minute, every hour of every day and of every night.
5) You must be able to maintain conscious/thinking/ reasoning no matter what events we arrange to happen to you.
Some of these events will seem cataclysmic / catastrophic / overwhelming.
Remember stay aware, no matter what happens / apparently happens to you.
6) You are in our training program for life: there is no escape from it. We (not you ) control the long-term coincidences; you (not we) control the shorter-term coincidences by your own efforts.
7) Your major mission on earth is to discover/create that which we do to control the long-term coincidence patterns: you are being trained on Earth to do this job.
8) When your mission on planet Earth is completed, you will no longer be required to remain/return there.
9) Remember the motto passed to us (from GCC via SSCU):
Cosmic Love is absolutelely Ruthless and Highly Indifferent- it teaches its lessons whether you like/dislike them or not.
There exists a Cosmic Control Center (C.C.C.) with a Galactic substation called Galactic Coincidence Control (G.C.C.). Within this is the Solar System Control Unit (S.S.C.U.), within which is the Earth Coincidence Control Office (E.C.C.O.).
The assignments of responsiblities from the top to the bottom of this system of control is by a set of regulations, which translated by E.C.C.O. for humans is somewhat as follows:"
J.C.Lilly , Dyadic Cyclone, 1976
To all humans
If you wish to control coincidences in your own life on the planet Earth, we will cooperate and determine those coincidences for you under the following conditions:
1) You must know/assume/simulate our existence in ECCO
2) You must be willing to accept y/our responsibility for control of your coincidences.
3) You must exert your best capabilities for your survival programs and your own development as an advancing/advanced member of ECCO's earthside corps of controlled coincidence workers. You are expected to use your best intelligence in this service
4) You are expected to expect the unexpected every minute, every hour of every day and of every night.
5) You must be able to maintain conscious/thinking/ reasoning no matter what events we arrange to happen to you.
Some of these events will seem cataclysmic / catastrophic / overwhelming.
Remember stay aware, no matter what happens / apparently happens to you.
6) You are in our training program for life: there is no escape from it. We (not you ) control the long-term coincidences; you (not we) control the shorter-term coincidences by your own efforts.
7) Your major mission on earth is to discover/create that which we do to control the long-term coincidence patterns: you are being trained on Earth to do this job.
8) When your mission on planet Earth is completed, you will no longer be required to remain/return there.
9) Remember the motto passed to us (from GCC via SSCU):
Cosmic Love is absolutelely Ruthless and Highly Indifferent- it teaches its lessons whether you like/dislike them or not.
The latter link above mentions that John C. Lilly even phoned the White House and attempted to speak with Pres. Jimmy Carter about the apocalyptic prognostications of his "other beings" that he claimed to speak with during his ketamine trips. He didn't get through, even with his credentials, as the Whitehouse staff deemed it to be a crank call.
1915h
More reading until I got dithered and cannot read now. I suppose that being enamoured with the above notion of Lilly's ECCO is where they want to keep me, maybe before a chocolate run to LD.
2125h
And the 10 minute return trip to LD and back was indeed a gangstalker fest. The two dudes at the elevator in the lobby were doing their best to bust in before I got out. Not only did it look stupid, but one was a fugly native Indian with hair down to his navel, and the other was a tall Caucasian. Then getting out the front door became problematic with one Fuckwit outside standing in front of it and hanging on, but he couldn't open it because it was locked. This was the faux "waiting for the buzzer" stance, cover blown by the fact that he kept looking down at nothing, essentially stunned out while in a doorway, and that he would of seen me in the lobby from the outside through the ample glass. Like WTF; all the past gangstalkers and loiterers outside the door back off when they see me coming from the inside to open the door because I have opened it up to let them in. But no, this dude went into a trance while his hand was on the door for crissakes. I have never seen so many Fuckwits ditzing in doorways since the perps went overt/beserk in 2002.
Then a flush of the fugly dudes on the street, plus the amazon couple, both at least 6' 4", who stood behind me. Coupling the dudes to the babes seems to be more important to the perp gangstalker scene of late, attempting to co-opt female "auric goodness" (assuming its a babe and not a skank job), and somehow translating this to capture the same for the dude; either live, or in a picture.
And at the first crosswalk a bizarre woman in a tight curly hairdo towing a suitcase passed through, and after doing the gangstalker gauntlet, why, there she is again, and entering the LD store immediately behind me. Like WTF; who takes a luggage tote to go shopping? Or am I missing out on a new urban trend?
I arrive inside the LD store, and lo, if there wasn't three skinheaded males in sight, any one of them enough to make me barf. If I loathe the skin-headed look, which it seems that I now do (thanks to some kind of perp fuckery), then why am I chased by insane gutless assholes every mortal second I am out in public by this revolting "hair" style?
Then to the section to get Pears Soap, and lo, if there wasn't a woman standing next to it in mid-shelf, and me saying "excuse me" so I could get some room to get it didn't make any difference or get any response. Fucking rude.
Then at the chocolate section at least four of them doing stand-around duty, one being a fugly male in a ponytail, a near doppelganger of another at the checkout. New trick; have doppelgangers as equivalent to reprising gangstalkers to get the same "response" to the fugly Unfavored males but with a different person. It seems the perps are working on separating my loathing "response" to Unfavored specimens, (assuming it is mine), from the person with similar features; large, staff member, male, black hair, same body size, and same fugly pony tail. Very interesting this latest development.
Then at the checkout, which was populated with another disgusting overweight male in front of me, two of the chocolate section gangstalkers came to stand some 8' away, looking totally stupid as they didn't go to a checkout, but stood around and avoiding my eye contact. Then an apparent male staff member in a white shirt, and not the usual blue smock top, did two back and forths before opening a till up in the Customer Service area. And lo, if he did'nt call for customers unlike his confrere two days ago, who opened up a regular checkout (difficult to see as the checkouts are narrow and tall), and didn't say anything. It has become the norm for the Fuckwits at LD to open a new checkout while I am waiting in a line with an arranged surfeit/swarm of customers ahead of me. One time the faux customer swarm arrived to populate all the availible checkouts, and I was just about to dump my shopping and exit, when just then, a new checkout opened up.
Other stalking Fuckwits were the flakey assistant manager of this apartment building who "happened" to be in LD, the above mentioned curly haired luggage packer, and it seemed like all my street and apartment pals were "joining me" again. More dudes outside on my way back, one being a skinhead male, always a disgusting sight these bald heads, who was packing "art supplies" a 24"x30" white panel with him, and then stops in mid-sidewalk and as I pass by, the then starts to follow me. Fucking bizarre, packing white panels around, which was not purchased at LD as they don't sell that kind of art supply, and then switching from lead-ahead gangstalking to follow-me style.
And what is it with light brown duffel coats, winter coats that is, on gangstalkers? Two tonight, one being an native Indian vagrant with a large sack of bottles and cans outside the liquor store. When I came back he seemed to have cashed them in, even if the liquor store wouldn't of taken them all as there is a daily limit to returned deposit items. Somehow that bullshit didn't need to be hidden. The other light brown duffel coat was on the above mentioned flakey assistant manager, and I had never seen him wear such a coat, as I see him often doing the downstairs gangstalk act.
2250h
A sudden need to shut down this PC, closing out of the browser, ready to hit the "shutdown" button, and lo, if I didn't "remember" that I hadn't posted this blog write up. So... start the browser up again, and then a sudden need to pee, duly accomplished, and now I am back to finish this blog, as it seems that trivia is way too interesting, as the overhead pounding started up after I sat down.
This one is done, and no interesting music tonight, in fact none was allowed at all today. Grim for spending most the day online, but that is what life is here, where even the small coincidences are coordinated.
2125h
And the 10 minute return trip to LD and back was indeed a gangstalker fest. The two dudes at the elevator in the lobby were doing their best to bust in before I got out. Not only did it look stupid, but one was a fugly native Indian with hair down to his navel, and the other was a tall Caucasian. Then getting out the front door became problematic with one Fuckwit outside standing in front of it and hanging on, but he couldn't open it because it was locked. This was the faux "waiting for the buzzer" stance, cover blown by the fact that he kept looking down at nothing, essentially stunned out while in a doorway, and that he would of seen me in the lobby from the outside through the ample glass. Like WTF; all the past gangstalkers and loiterers outside the door back off when they see me coming from the inside to open the door because I have opened it up to let them in. But no, this dude went into a trance while his hand was on the door for crissakes. I have never seen so many Fuckwits ditzing in doorways since the perps went overt/beserk in 2002.
Then a flush of the fugly dudes on the street, plus the amazon couple, both at least 6' 4", who stood behind me. Coupling the dudes to the babes seems to be more important to the perp gangstalker scene of late, attempting to co-opt female "auric goodness" (assuming its a babe and not a skank job), and somehow translating this to capture the same for the dude; either live, or in a picture.
And at the first crosswalk a bizarre woman in a tight curly hairdo towing a suitcase passed through, and after doing the gangstalker gauntlet, why, there she is again, and entering the LD store immediately behind me. Like WTF; who takes a luggage tote to go shopping? Or am I missing out on a new urban trend?
I arrive inside the LD store, and lo, if there wasn't three skinheaded males in sight, any one of them enough to make me barf. If I loathe the skin-headed look, which it seems that I now do (thanks to some kind of perp fuckery), then why am I chased by insane gutless assholes every mortal second I am out in public by this revolting "hair" style?
Then to the section to get Pears Soap, and lo, if there wasn't a woman standing next to it in mid-shelf, and me saying "excuse me" so I could get some room to get it didn't make any difference or get any response. Fucking rude.
Then at the chocolate section at least four of them doing stand-around duty, one being a fugly male in a ponytail, a near doppelganger of another at the checkout. New trick; have doppelgangers as equivalent to reprising gangstalkers to get the same "response" to the fugly Unfavored males but with a different person. It seems the perps are working on separating my loathing "response" to Unfavored specimens, (assuming it is mine), from the person with similar features; large, staff member, male, black hair, same body size, and same fugly pony tail. Very interesting this latest development.
Then at the checkout, which was populated with another disgusting overweight male in front of me, two of the chocolate section gangstalkers came to stand some 8' away, looking totally stupid as they didn't go to a checkout, but stood around and avoiding my eye contact. Then an apparent male staff member in a white shirt, and not the usual blue smock top, did two back and forths before opening a till up in the Customer Service area. And lo, if he did'nt call for customers unlike his confrere two days ago, who opened up a regular checkout (difficult to see as the checkouts are narrow and tall), and didn't say anything. It has become the norm for the Fuckwits at LD to open a new checkout while I am waiting in a line with an arranged surfeit/swarm of customers ahead of me. One time the faux customer swarm arrived to populate all the availible checkouts, and I was just about to dump my shopping and exit, when just then, a new checkout opened up.
Other stalking Fuckwits were the flakey assistant manager of this apartment building who "happened" to be in LD, the above mentioned curly haired luggage packer, and it seemed like all my street and apartment pals were "joining me" again. More dudes outside on my way back, one being a skinhead male, always a disgusting sight these bald heads, who was packing "art supplies" a 24"x30" white panel with him, and then stops in mid-sidewalk and as I pass by, the then starts to follow me. Fucking bizarre, packing white panels around, which was not purchased at LD as they don't sell that kind of art supply, and then switching from lead-ahead gangstalking to follow-me style.
And what is it with light brown duffel coats, winter coats that is, on gangstalkers? Two tonight, one being an native Indian vagrant with a large sack of bottles and cans outside the liquor store. When I came back he seemed to have cashed them in, even if the liquor store wouldn't of taken them all as there is a daily limit to returned deposit items. Somehow that bullshit didn't need to be hidden. The other light brown duffel coat was on the above mentioned flakey assistant manager, and I had never seen him wear such a coat, as I see him often doing the downstairs gangstalk act.
2250h
A sudden need to shut down this PC, closing out of the browser, ready to hit the "shutdown" button, and lo, if I didn't "remember" that I hadn't posted this blog write up. So... start the browser up again, and then a sudden need to pee, duly accomplished, and now I am back to finish this blog, as it seems that trivia is way too interesting, as the overhead pounding started up after I sat down.
This one is done, and no interesting music tonight, in fact none was allowed at all today. Grim for spending most the day online, but that is what life is here, where even the small coincidences are coordinated.
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