1800h
The bus drivers are doing more wierd things, and it is not the same driver by any means. Like yesterday, the driver pulled a mid-route stop at bus stop and had it sit there for two minutes with the back door open. No one got on, n one got off, and it wasn't a timing point location, just a plain stop-for-no-reason stunt again. This was about 100m S. of yesterday's same stunt, on Shelbourne street for locals, route #27, N bound.
And coming back from the First Feral Family house tonight, on the 1702h #28 bus, and lo, if they didn't load it up to some 30 passengers (read, gangstalkers) heading into downtown on a reverse commute. Totally absurd, as I would expect no more than 10 passengers on this Wednesday evening heading into the opposite direction of work commuters.
The "usual" freakshow, culminating in this grotesque negro woman who they hid behind three passengers in the transverse seats. And lo, if the three of them didn't move their heads forward and the fugly negro woman move her head back so her wretched kinky hair could be seen by me in a forward facing seat. All too familiar to me, these peek-a-boo games where a fugly Unfavored person feature is presented only partially with cooperation from other gangstalkers to do visual obstruction to bound the fugliness to a small visual window.
I was on crawl space activity today, getting the paints out of there so they can be taken by my in-town brother to the hazardous waste drop-off spot. And what an unreasonable grump he was earlier when I phoned him to help him do expedite the favor he is doing for the FFF mother.
2120h
Diamond honing stones seem to be a recent planted obsession, though I have to admit they do a better and much quicker job for sharpening knives as waterstones loose material after use, and need to be trued to be flat again. Past experience with waterstones is that it could take an hour or so to get a keen edge, and then the stone has to be resurfaced after that. I suppose this is all part of the perps' obsession over cutting edges and anytime I cut anything, from their loose protruding threads, plant material, paper or adhesive tape to food item preparation. And of course, their obsession over me shaving with a safety blade is legend in my perspective. And now I shave chest and arm hair each morning as part of their game/research as to cutting body hairs, or anything else for that matter.
It looks to be another night with the PC running and accessing the hard drive as it gets defragmented. It is taking ages to get one disk done, some 5 hours now, and only one third done. The perps woke me up last night to visit the PC and do some file deletions to then cause more fragmentation that is now being attended to. Their motto must be; if in doubt, do it backwards (so to make you do it over). All the extra PC lights and from other peripherials must be exciting times for the perps as running the PC all night is rare. Normally, only the cable modem has lights on all night, as it serves for phone calls and internet access.
Off to do more crawl space work tomorrow, as well as visiting the specialty tool shop for my second diamond hone. And I see that the 320x in 3"x8" is not availible here, which makes me wonder if it isn't another fuck-me gambit to not allow me to have three different diamond stones the same size. The one that I will get tomorrow was backordered for over two weeks, which I take to mean that I wasn't allowed to take two home at once. This is very common in Perp Abuse-land, where they want some "settle in time" for a single item when another similar one is to be aquired. Same deal on two shirts that I ordered; the same color and size in this one line of shirts was ordered six weeks apart. And even when I didn't want to order the same color, they messed with my email for an order change request and it didn't get changed, very much unlike an earlier instance.
And that is my typical vocabulary, as being "allowed", as it is clear to me that they have all the details planed, right down to which hand I hold an item in at each moment. They even screwed me out of doing my regular yoga 15 minute session this morning, zinging me in the ass with a muscle spasm to prevent me from doing side stretches to an extended leg to the same side. First a spasm on the R side to stop me after some 15 seconds when normally I go a minute or more. Then again on the L side so no stretching was done there. Needless to say, the noise from outside increases when doing yoga stretches, not unlike the class I attended until they shut it down this spring.
I am going to post this, just to ensure it doesn't get "forgotten" and putz about online for an hour or so before going to bed. I am getting some head hits these days, some kind of head sensation as if a pulse is passing through, though not painful like the brutality of 2002 to 2003.
Showing posts with label temple region head pain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label temple region head pain. Show all posts
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Monday, January 28, 2008
Brain Pressure
1220h
The perps have me on a head hurting regimen it seems; they are creating some kind of internal pressure on my forehead which is temporarily relievable by running my hand over it. Within 10 seconds or so, they are right back at it. This particular fuckery, now the new "normal", has been going on for a week or so, as has the instant on jaw left pain that is also a recent perp favorite. Just what they are doing in the name of realtime brain energetics research I don't know, but they had me covered with ambulatory gangstalkers in a full out freakshow for a ten minute outing to the mailbox and the supermarket.
They even put on faux elevator dude to accompany me down from the sixth floor to the lobby. I got the stare from him when I got in the elevator, and then when I returned, he was also on stare-at-me duty while on his cell phone, presumably his "buddy" that somehow managed to continue the tapping noise while travelling with him on my way down.
This absurd tapping noise started up about 10 minutes before I left my apartment, and continued while making an online payment, and then when the PC was shut down, it continued while I was writing out a check and putting it in the envelope. I was noisetracked with this same tapping noise from my apartment, to the elevetor area on my floor, and all the way down the elevator with my accompanying gangstalker, aka "elevator repairman".
What is seems is that the perps want to track the same brain region across differing venues; it is a wonder that the noise didn't continue outside as well. It was a full on freakshow when I got out; the Man in Brown, the wheelchair act, the vagrants, the swarm of about 10 of them coming toward me, and I was the only one E. bound, and one who was determined to get in my line of sight on seeing the mailbox. Immediately after mailing the letter, a large glass bashing and breaking noise went off from an nearby recycle garbage truck. That noise, or something like it, continues to "erupt" anytime I do something.
And it should be noted that the perps won't let me pay one bill online; the Mastercard account cannot be found on my online banking payee list, another forced imposition. All other bills are now allowed online payment except for that one. It is rare that I pay anything with my charge card, and the perps are all over me when I write the check, stuff the envelope and put a stamp on it. The plan, it seems, was to have me pay three different ways in close succession; online, by mailed check and then with my debit card in the supermarket. Just another day of being under the microscope, dealing with this depraved entity focussed on the functional decomposition of my every thought and action.
1300h
I am also getting more deliberate external control of my scroll bar in Windows of late; the perps "freeze it" to keep me looking at what I find odious and/or ugly, which would of been planted by them in the first place. The same goes for the Page Down, and mouse clickings; the perps will even re-display a webpage if they see fit with no mind-controlled manipulations from me. And they do like me to see bald heads with a reflective sheen, and anything that replicates this, say a picture of a smooth ball, a picture of the moon etc. is often used as a surrogate. This continues their games in showing me Unfavored subjects and appearances, as they keep drilling dow on showing me select pieces of these objects/beings.
The perps also like me to encounter new expressions and terms I learned earlier. When reading the term "bed hair", relating to just out of bed hair appearances, they put on extra plasma beams on and off this LCD display in white horizontal lines 1/4" apart. To them, that is exciting. To me, it is another sign that they are totally deranged and obsessive over everthing I do.
1510h
I had a teabreak with chocolate; instead of the all-quiet for chocolate, I got a left and right side noise assault. From the left was the faked "neighbor water use" noise, and from the right, voices and door pounding from the hallway. Mind you, it was quiet for the preceding half hour before taking a tea break, effectively reversing the usual order of arranged events. I figure that eating chocolate is one of the perp's big moments of the day; a pleasureable brown colored substance in my mouth, the one region the perps cannot fully model, and it would have a direct energetic interaction with my brain, less than an inch away. And as the perps traumatized me long ago into me loathing the sight of the color brown, they have an even more problematic issue in their realtime neural research they are conducting on me. Not my problem, I am fine as I am and do not require some psychopathic party to effect amelioration.
All that to deaf ears of course, and it is likely a perp planted rant they have me go through, not unlike their verbal plantings, swearing the same way with a few stock phrases. And as I type this, more hallway ructions are erupting outside my door. Funny how that happens, though not to the degree the putative rooming house of my former residence. I suppose I should be fortunate for my rent subsidy to stay in a self contained apartment downtown.
Now squeaking noise from the right side.
Now an overhead vacuum cleaner noise, except that the noise is coming from only one location, as if it were running in place. That takes talent or else fuckery to pull that off.
1950h
I had an phone interview with Gina Romano of The Edge.com earlier. I thought it went well, and she is planning to have a follow up interview three months from now. The perps kept me in a "detail space", not appropriately allowing me to summarize some of the story. This has been done before, and I was even polished at making better summarizations when the perps let me before going into overt harassment when one cannot plan on being one's self over the day, never mind day to day. This interview should air in March she says.
And her story is quite incredible as per the link above, as she is a TI herself. The abuse that is going on in the name of perp research is astonishing, never mind the disasters and catastrophes that happen where there seems to be a perp hand behind it, albeit speculation on my part.
A four time repeated hang of my Firefox session; the perps like to pull this stunt for the Mindcontrolforums website which they frequently block to have my PC hang. I have never ever had this problem before, and it is some strange ritual they like to put me through. This time I was allowed to recover the session without losing my open tabs, and not re-hanging itself. Imagine, a webpage that can hang a PC.
2105h
The perps just blocked a in-blog search I wanted to do, to find the Indian Point Project posting and the links to put this on the template for the links you see at the right. And what was the purpose of that bullshit besides having me rant at the assholes over such a petty prank.
2240h
Some more template work and troving to find the Indian Lake Project, largely because of a planted mind-fuck into "thinking" it was the Indian Point Project. Even the lastmost word of "Project" took a few minutes to "arrive" into memory, the perps only letting me on a partial name first. Nothing new there; they really like me to get names wrong, or not even know a person's name at first when speaking with them.
I am getting the impression that I am a pariah amongst the outcasts, the TI community. I submit more links on nonconsensual experimentation and wonder why no one mentioned anything in Mindcontrol Activism. Just part of the social isolation, and it can be easily accomplished when the entire community is scripted, or close to it. Then after my interview I get a disparaging email from a TI. It is strange company to say the least.
Time to blog off after making some changes to the template for this blog, tediously separating out the books into their own section to the right.
The perps have me on a head hurting regimen it seems; they are creating some kind of internal pressure on my forehead which is temporarily relievable by running my hand over it. Within 10 seconds or so, they are right back at it. This particular fuckery, now the new "normal", has been going on for a week or so, as has the instant on jaw left pain that is also a recent perp favorite. Just what they are doing in the name of realtime brain energetics research I don't know, but they had me covered with ambulatory gangstalkers in a full out freakshow for a ten minute outing to the mailbox and the supermarket.
They even put on faux elevator dude to accompany me down from the sixth floor to the lobby. I got the stare from him when I got in the elevator, and then when I returned, he was also on stare-at-me duty while on his cell phone, presumably his "buddy" that somehow managed to continue the tapping noise while travelling with him on my way down.
This absurd tapping noise started up about 10 minutes before I left my apartment, and continued while making an online payment, and then when the PC was shut down, it continued while I was writing out a check and putting it in the envelope. I was noisetracked with this same tapping noise from my apartment, to the elevetor area on my floor, and all the way down the elevator with my accompanying gangstalker, aka "elevator repairman".
What is seems is that the perps want to track the same brain region across differing venues; it is a wonder that the noise didn't continue outside as well. It was a full on freakshow when I got out; the Man in Brown, the wheelchair act, the vagrants, the swarm of about 10 of them coming toward me, and I was the only one E. bound, and one who was determined to get in my line of sight on seeing the mailbox. Immediately after mailing the letter, a large glass bashing and breaking noise went off from an nearby recycle garbage truck. That noise, or something like it, continues to "erupt" anytime I do something.
And it should be noted that the perps won't let me pay one bill online; the Mastercard account cannot be found on my online banking payee list, another forced imposition. All other bills are now allowed online payment except for that one. It is rare that I pay anything with my charge card, and the perps are all over me when I write the check, stuff the envelope and put a stamp on it. The plan, it seems, was to have me pay three different ways in close succession; online, by mailed check and then with my debit card in the supermarket. Just another day of being under the microscope, dealing with this depraved entity focussed on the functional decomposition of my every thought and action.
1300h
I am also getting more deliberate external control of my scroll bar in Windows of late; the perps "freeze it" to keep me looking at what I find odious and/or ugly, which would of been planted by them in the first place. The same goes for the Page Down, and mouse clickings; the perps will even re-display a webpage if they see fit with no mind-controlled manipulations from me. And they do like me to see bald heads with a reflective sheen, and anything that replicates this, say a picture of a smooth ball, a picture of the moon etc. is often used as a surrogate. This continues their games in showing me Unfavored subjects and appearances, as they keep drilling dow on showing me select pieces of these objects/beings.
The perps also like me to encounter new expressions and terms I learned earlier. When reading the term "bed hair", relating to just out of bed hair appearances, they put on extra plasma beams on and off this LCD display in white horizontal lines 1/4" apart. To them, that is exciting. To me, it is another sign that they are totally deranged and obsessive over everthing I do.
1510h
I had a teabreak with chocolate; instead of the all-quiet for chocolate, I got a left and right side noise assault. From the left was the faked "neighbor water use" noise, and from the right, voices and door pounding from the hallway. Mind you, it was quiet for the preceding half hour before taking a tea break, effectively reversing the usual order of arranged events. I figure that eating chocolate is one of the perp's big moments of the day; a pleasureable brown colored substance in my mouth, the one region the perps cannot fully model, and it would have a direct energetic interaction with my brain, less than an inch away. And as the perps traumatized me long ago into me loathing the sight of the color brown, they have an even more problematic issue in their realtime neural research they are conducting on me. Not my problem, I am fine as I am and do not require some psychopathic party to effect amelioration.
All that to deaf ears of course, and it is likely a perp planted rant they have me go through, not unlike their verbal plantings, swearing the same way with a few stock phrases. And as I type this, more hallway ructions are erupting outside my door. Funny how that happens, though not to the degree the putative rooming house of my former residence. I suppose I should be fortunate for my rent subsidy to stay in a self contained apartment downtown.
Now squeaking noise from the right side.
Now an overhead vacuum cleaner noise, except that the noise is coming from only one location, as if it were running in place. That takes talent or else fuckery to pull that off.
1950h
I had an phone interview with Gina Romano of The Edge.com earlier. I thought it went well, and she is planning to have a follow up interview three months from now. The perps kept me in a "detail space", not appropriately allowing me to summarize some of the story. This has been done before, and I was even polished at making better summarizations when the perps let me before going into overt harassment when one cannot plan on being one's self over the day, never mind day to day. This interview should air in March she says.
And her story is quite incredible as per the link above, as she is a TI herself. The abuse that is going on in the name of perp research is astonishing, never mind the disasters and catastrophes that happen where there seems to be a perp hand behind it, albeit speculation on my part.
A four time repeated hang of my Firefox session; the perps like to pull this stunt for the Mindcontrolforums website which they frequently block to have my PC hang. I have never ever had this problem before, and it is some strange ritual they like to put me through. This time I was allowed to recover the session without losing my open tabs, and not re-hanging itself. Imagine, a webpage that can hang a PC.
2105h
The perps just blocked a in-blog search I wanted to do, to find the Indian Point Project posting and the links to put this on the template for the links you see at the right. And what was the purpose of that bullshit besides having me rant at the assholes over such a petty prank.
2240h
Some more template work and troving to find the Indian Lake Project, largely because of a planted mind-fuck into "thinking" it was the Indian Point Project. Even the lastmost word of "Project" took a few minutes to "arrive" into memory, the perps only letting me on a partial name first. Nothing new there; they really like me to get names wrong, or not even know a person's name at first when speaking with them.
I am getting the impression that I am a pariah amongst the outcasts, the TI community. I submit more links on nonconsensual experimentation and wonder why no one mentioned anything in Mindcontrol Activism. Just part of the social isolation, and it can be easily accomplished when the entire community is scripted, or close to it. Then after my interview I get a disparaging email from a TI. It is strange company to say the least.
Time to blog off after making some changes to the template for this blog, tediously separating out the books into their own section to the right.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Face and Head Parts
1345h
This looks to be a shut-in Wednesday, as all shopping and errands have been dealt with yesterday, or Monday. This is normal for the perps to impose stay-at-home days where there is little inclination to go anywhere, despite the boredom of it all. And the perps do like to manage for boredom; there has been a long history of time expended in this way, including employer involvement, but with the imposition of financial constraints, it is a whole lot more easier for them to arrange.
Onto the title; that refers to the perps arranging for me to see heads, especially bald ones or facsimilies thereof, and face parts alone in my LCD display when websurfing, in printed material or any other sources. There has been an increase on lips only displaying, a new (01-20-2008) TV advertisement being a recent example. Again, I have no idea why they want me to see head and face parts, or why they also substitute proxies for shiny bald head such as explosive balls of fire, pictures of shiny apples and other emulations. As their forced display games have been increasing of late, I thought I would bring this into the record and have it mentioned. It could be of significance to other harassees as well, and may even be reason for some communication over the basic question; "what is it that the perps want and when will this enforced purgatory ever end?" I know that the perps want 100% mind control, and have either attained it, or are only a few months away, if the noisestalking eruptions can be relied upon as a clue as to an unscripted thought or visual image. But there is considerably more than that to the sick asshole's agenda, and I put the book, "The Dimensional Structure of Consciousness" in the column to the right as a very likely treatise on other perp objectives. I am managed to lack the ability to understand what the author is saying for the most part, though he does mention that there being conscious energy related to aggregation and de-aggregation, giving the example of cutting a pie up into slices. And it "so happens" that I am routinely noisestalked each time I cut up my everday tortillas into quarters, so there must be something significant about this rather prosaic deed that transfixes the perps.
I have been getting faint beeping noises for most of today so far, and other noise is layered on top. The local street dig and the pipe laying job has been the putative source, though most noises are projected, and don't have an authentic source. I have been getting the all-quiets at various times today as well, and not just when eating chocolate. It is always interesting what is happening around me when the perps have me eat brown colored food, or what other food colorsare in my mouth. My brown colored tortillas for lunch have a tapenade that has tomatoes in it, and has an orange colored olive oil that "seeps out". After I had lunch, and sat in my office chair, lo, if there wasn't a flatbed truck outside with some orange stained wood, ostensibly for the digging project. This is not a coincidence of course, even if 150' away. The perps have been having me see and be exposed to strong orange color for the last few weeks, but it seems that they are going to rotate to light avocado green. I say this because they choked down the availibility of the above mentioned line of tapenade, and have made guacamole availible as a base for my tortillas, as of two days ago when I went grocery shopping. (Other tapenade can be a green color; it all depends on the olive combinations and other ingredients).
And I notice in the outside street dig that the section of "loose" pipe that was arranged at a 90 degree offset to the street trench pipe of the same PVC material and color has been partially hid by a pile of soil. (Photo planned for tomorrow). This section of pipe seems to be arranged for my visual exposure, and has been plainly lying on the street surfacefor about a week for no genuine construction project reason. Anyhow, it isn't a big deal, and it will likely play out when they progresss on the street dig. I asked my brother about the purpose of these new sewer lines going in, and he effectively blew me off, saying it was related to the road elevation improvements. I mentioned to him, what I mentioned yesterday, that this two block project is all about putting new pipe in the ground for me to flush my toilet contents into, as I seem to be the only tenant in this building. He demurred, and evaded my "perceptions" (as planted by the perps IMHO), though I cannot think of another reason. Yesterday's post has more details, and the analogy of the petroleum storage tank and fuelling station re-build on my regular walking beat.
I was given a 10 hour sleep againg last night, two hours more than needed; I had at least one awakening to hear the managed noise outside. When it came time to get up, there were two maser balls zinging around in my vision, and I got up to avoid this annoyance. I also got jabbed in the ass twice last night, and it seemed to be arranged for me to vocalize my annoyance, and using the supplied words. There is more conforming of my syntax to specific words and phrases of late, and as always, it fits some plan of the perps. And of course, the perps like to have me vocalize often, also called ranting at the impositions and incursions. This is their most successful play, riling me up and having me speak, now playing for over 5.5 years of this sick minded abuse.
1440h
The overhead pounding has started up while I was using AdBlock Plus to eliminate the display of the frenetic ads on my regular web sites. Again, I have no idea why the perps find this fascinating, starting up this noise for the first time today all for the prosaic activity of blocking the visual display they arrange for me to see. And they have also stopped me from doing this for a time, so "I didn't know" to invoke it. They have me screwed over bigtime, and are still hounding the shit of me, literally even. That takes a particular depravity to keep this harassment up after creating all the problems for themselves; past traumatizations and ingested pollutants which both interfere with their remote bioenergetics assay games I have come to know.
1610h
A sudden eruption of localized and driving head pain my left side, temple region, the one the perps are most "needing" to access going by their history. At the time, I was reading about the Duplessis Orphans and the assholes decided that was the essential reason to fuck me with head pain and have me scream in rage about it, more than once. And this would be just like treatment of the Duplessis Orphans, served up for nonconsensual human experimentation.
2125h
More web troving; the Duplessis Orphans links were interesting, though I cannot even find a book or dedicated website on it. Perhaps my Google searches are being constrained. Then an interesting find called the Indian Lake Project, where a buried box was found with photographs, probably from the 1950's, and the area has some strange abandoned 3 story structures there. I thought it was interesting that the siren noise went off when looking at the photo in this posting of the Indian Lake Project, though I have no recall of such an medical testing device. Regular readers will know that I have a Unfavored view of medical devices and materiel, making the noise coincidence interesting.
I also thought the picture of the buildings in the woods (at the end of this long blog posting) to be of coincidence interest as well; the perps often plant pictures of modern cabins and houses among the trees, but again, I have no recall of any place such as pictured in the Indian Lake Project. Though, given that my every breath is arranged, it would be highly likely that the perps have a specific objective in me "finding" the Indian Lake Project blog. The blog site's author even gets the black helicopter visitations.
Another of my Unfavoreds is uniforms, especially military ones, though to be fair, I don't know if this is from past traumatizations or is something that the perps routinely do for most TI's as it is a widespread tactic, gangstalking with military or LEO personnel . Again, in the above link, there is a picture of a military officer with three boys standing in front of them.
2200h
More siren noise after an all-quiet while assembling above paragraph and re-visiting the Indian Lake Project link, above. Perhaps the perps are telling me there is more to this than I am willing to venture. Or, it could be a big diversion game for them, as there is nothing as much fun for the sickos as planting wrong beliefs.
2215h
Before I wrap this one up, here is another link, that of whistleblower James Henry Graf, who has been suffering directed harassment and abuse since 1984, some coincidence that. He has much documentation of his efforts to obtain the services of human rights and civil liberties groups, but they all slammed the door on him, and even seemed to be prepared to rebuff him. It is absolutely horrendous what he has experienced, and he articulates this invasion of one's mind in the most direct and lucid prose that I have read among TI's, me included. (Thanks to James Marino for this compelling story, link at the right).
It is time to call this dull day done, and blog off; one shut-in day is plenty enough, but then I don't get to decide that.
2235h
No, I edited the above instead, only to have vehicle horns sound off at length when certain letters, words, or phrases changed or spelled correctly. There isn't any relief.
This looks to be a shut-in Wednesday, as all shopping and errands have been dealt with yesterday, or Monday. This is normal for the perps to impose stay-at-home days where there is little inclination to go anywhere, despite the boredom of it all. And the perps do like to manage for boredom; there has been a long history of time expended in this way, including employer involvement, but with the imposition of financial constraints, it is a whole lot more easier for them to arrange.
Onto the title; that refers to the perps arranging for me to see heads, especially bald ones or facsimilies thereof, and face parts alone in my LCD display when websurfing, in printed material or any other sources. There has been an increase on lips only displaying, a new (01-20-2008) TV advertisement being a recent example. Again, I have no idea why they want me to see head and face parts, or why they also substitute proxies for shiny bald head such as explosive balls of fire, pictures of shiny apples and other emulations. As their forced display games have been increasing of late, I thought I would bring this into the record and have it mentioned. It could be of significance to other harassees as well, and may even be reason for some communication over the basic question; "what is it that the perps want and when will this enforced purgatory ever end?" I know that the perps want 100% mind control, and have either attained it, or are only a few months away, if the noisestalking eruptions can be relied upon as a clue as to an unscripted thought or visual image. But there is considerably more than that to the sick asshole's agenda, and I put the book, "The Dimensional Structure of Consciousness" in the column to the right as a very likely treatise on other perp objectives. I am managed to lack the ability to understand what the author is saying for the most part, though he does mention that there being conscious energy related to aggregation and de-aggregation, giving the example of cutting a pie up into slices. And it "so happens" that I am routinely noisestalked each time I cut up my everday tortillas into quarters, so there must be something significant about this rather prosaic deed that transfixes the perps.
I have been getting faint beeping noises for most of today so far, and other noise is layered on top. The local street dig and the pipe laying job has been the putative source, though most noises are projected, and don't have an authentic source. I have been getting the all-quiets at various times today as well, and not just when eating chocolate. It is always interesting what is happening around me when the perps have me eat brown colored food, or what other food colorsare in my mouth. My brown colored tortillas for lunch have a tapenade that has tomatoes in it, and has an orange colored olive oil that "seeps out". After I had lunch, and sat in my office chair, lo, if there wasn't a flatbed truck outside with some orange stained wood, ostensibly for the digging project. This is not a coincidence of course, even if 150' away. The perps have been having me see and be exposed to strong orange color for the last few weeks, but it seems that they are going to rotate to light avocado green. I say this because they choked down the availibility of the above mentioned line of tapenade, and have made guacamole availible as a base for my tortillas, as of two days ago when I went grocery shopping. (Other tapenade can be a green color; it all depends on the olive combinations and other ingredients).
And I notice in the outside street dig that the section of "loose" pipe that was arranged at a 90 degree offset to the street trench pipe of the same PVC material and color has been partially hid by a pile of soil. (Photo planned for tomorrow). This section of pipe seems to be arranged for my visual exposure, and has been plainly lying on the street surfacefor about a week for no genuine construction project reason. Anyhow, it isn't a big deal, and it will likely play out when they progresss on the street dig. I asked my brother about the purpose of these new sewer lines going in, and he effectively blew me off, saying it was related to the road elevation improvements. I mentioned to him, what I mentioned yesterday, that this two block project is all about putting new pipe in the ground for me to flush my toilet contents into, as I seem to be the only tenant in this building. He demurred, and evaded my "perceptions" (as planted by the perps IMHO), though I cannot think of another reason. Yesterday's post has more details, and the analogy of the petroleum storage tank and fuelling station re-build on my regular walking beat.
I was given a 10 hour sleep againg last night, two hours more than needed; I had at least one awakening to hear the managed noise outside. When it came time to get up, there were two maser balls zinging around in my vision, and I got up to avoid this annoyance. I also got jabbed in the ass twice last night, and it seemed to be arranged for me to vocalize my annoyance, and using the supplied words. There is more conforming of my syntax to specific words and phrases of late, and as always, it fits some plan of the perps. And of course, the perps like to have me vocalize often, also called ranting at the impositions and incursions. This is their most successful play, riling me up and having me speak, now playing for over 5.5 years of this sick minded abuse.
1440h
The overhead pounding has started up while I was using AdBlock Plus to eliminate the display of the frenetic ads on my regular web sites. Again, I have no idea why the perps find this fascinating, starting up this noise for the first time today all for the prosaic activity of blocking the visual display they arrange for me to see. And they have also stopped me from doing this for a time, so "I didn't know" to invoke it. They have me screwed over bigtime, and are still hounding the shit of me, literally even. That takes a particular depravity to keep this harassment up after creating all the problems for themselves; past traumatizations and ingested pollutants which both interfere with their remote bioenergetics assay games I have come to know.
1610h
A sudden eruption of localized and driving head pain my left side, temple region, the one the perps are most "needing" to access going by their history. At the time, I was reading about the Duplessis Orphans and the assholes decided that was the essential reason to fuck me with head pain and have me scream in rage about it, more than once. And this would be just like treatment of the Duplessis Orphans, served up for nonconsensual human experimentation.
2125h
More web troving; the Duplessis Orphans links were interesting, though I cannot even find a book or dedicated website on it. Perhaps my Google searches are being constrained. Then an interesting find called the Indian Lake Project, where a buried box was found with photographs, probably from the 1950's, and the area has some strange abandoned 3 story structures there. I thought it was interesting that the siren noise went off when looking at the photo in this posting of the Indian Lake Project, though I have no recall of such an medical testing device. Regular readers will know that I have a Unfavored view of medical devices and materiel, making the noise coincidence interesting.
I also thought the picture of the buildings in the woods (at the end of this long blog posting) to be of coincidence interest as well; the perps often plant pictures of modern cabins and houses among the trees, but again, I have no recall of any place such as pictured in the Indian Lake Project. Though, given that my every breath is arranged, it would be highly likely that the perps have a specific objective in me "finding" the Indian Lake Project blog. The blog site's author even gets the black helicopter visitations.
Another of my Unfavoreds is uniforms, especially military ones, though to be fair, I don't know if this is from past traumatizations or is something that the perps routinely do for most TI's as it is a widespread tactic, gangstalking with military or LEO personnel . Again, in the above link, there is a picture of a military officer with three boys standing in front of them.
2200h
More siren noise after an all-quiet while assembling above paragraph and re-visiting the Indian Lake Project link, above. Perhaps the perps are telling me there is more to this than I am willing to venture. Or, it could be a big diversion game for them, as there is nothing as much fun for the sickos as planting wrong beliefs.
2215h
Before I wrap this one up, here is another link, that of whistleblower James Henry Graf, who has been suffering directed harassment and abuse since 1984, some coincidence that. He has much documentation of his efforts to obtain the services of human rights and civil liberties groups, but they all slammed the door on him, and even seemed to be prepared to rebuff him. It is absolutely horrendous what he has experienced, and he articulates this invasion of one's mind in the most direct and lucid prose that I have read among TI's, me included. (Thanks to James Marino for this compelling story, link at the right).
It is time to call this dull day done, and blog off; one shut-in day is plenty enough, but then I don't get to decide that.
2235h
No, I edited the above instead, only to have vehicle horns sound off at length when certain letters, words, or phrases changed or spelled correctly. There isn't any relief.
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