1345h
More resume re-writes per my meeting with the employment counsellor this morning. Mostly niggling things, and I suppose a way to keep this exercise in play for longer, as it seems to be a big perp deal. The job applications slowed down this week, starting with not finding many.
This followed a rare Thursday night stayover at the First Feral Family house as I stayed after the landscape weeding to see the documentary on Joan Baez, "How Sweet The Sound". And I got to see the ridiculous hockey game between Vancouver and Nashville, game four of the series. It was almost as if it were staged; Vancouver gives the puck away 6x or more in the early third period and Nashville finally scores to tie the game. Then later with Nashville a man short due to a penalty call, Vancouver cranks up a play they haven't used to then get a go-ahead goal from Ryan Kesler, who made a superlative effort. After that, it was shutdown time again, the Vancouver Canucks not threatening too much. I am sure the perps like me to notice these oddities of sports events, where one team intentionally plays lazy, only to exert enough effort to stay one goal ahead. Once, after a live game between Vancouver and Montreal (my fave), I mentioned that the latter was backing off and not doing much, like they intentionaly threw the game to lose. This was said to the ex and her son and they both went very quiet and did not engage in any kind of analysis of the game. Now I know, why this particular observation went nowhere; it was a forbidden topic or else it was one of these perp games that is all to familiar; have me talk about something recent or topical and then have the other party go strangely dead quiet; abrupts conversation cessation. Know that all too well since this harassment started, as it has increased, right from the get-go in 04-2002.
[Rounds of overhead pounding of the 12" ceiling floor above continue while I typed the above paragraph and look up the link after getting screwed with other blocked links].
Another add to the conpiracy list maybe, that professional sports is rigged by way of perp action-at-a-distance technologies along with unhealthy amounts of remotely applied mind invasive technologies to complement the telekinesis fuckery? Maybe, but don't expect me to elaborate on this to any extent, as I don't like to get into conspiracy talk here in public. Though, I also thought it was interesting that the TI's I met last summer were unusually reticent to talk about such matters. They avoided much more than they explained it seemed to me.
So anyhow, I got a 0830h bus into downtown, this time travelling with the commute crowd who were no more numerous than the reverse commute crowd in the evenings, 1700h to 1800h. Very curious that, though without the semi-vagrants and freaks mostly, getting some relief. I got plenty of Asian gangstalkers around me while on the bus, complemented it seemed by a significant increase of light brown metallic tan colored vehicles. I suppose this was timed as an overnight stay after doing weeding for three hours in the afternoon. And have I mentioned how often the perps like to arrange me to go on the bus after this, as well as the coordinated and consistent noise games that go on while weeding? At least 100x or more.
And it seems that the perps like to use their props more too; having someone with paper and with a LCD on a phone or netbook. They cannot get enough of these around me it seems, and even stepping out the front door will get me an "envelope stalker", a Fuckwit bearing an envelope and of course, nowhere near a post office. But it seems that grass clippings were also important this morning; arranging them for me to step on in the street, and at least four drive-bys of the incessant landscape service vehicles and trailers. Not that I cut grass yesterday, but I did weed out grasses from their encroachment in the garden beds. Funny how they like to have their landscape gardening props all over me, and it was one of the first consistent and bizarre themes I noticed when the perps first went beserk/overt in 2002.
Are Rachael O and I the onlhy TI bloggers, or am I getting my web browsing constrained? It seems that more TI's are stopping blogging when they had interesting stories to relate, and now it is just us two in English. Send me some new TI blogging links if you know of some.
1655h
And what is going on with my PC where a directory name got changed on me? That screwed up the backups for number of weeks, and now they work. I cannot believe the stupid insane sabotage that goes on for seeming pointless games.
1835h
And what is with these gangstalkers on the street who come directly at me, starting with the fact that they are in LH drive mode, a curious habit that has sprung up since the harassment started. Now, not only do they like to pass by close when there is all manner of room, but now "decide" to divert toward me. The latest stunt was on the crosswalk, and the dude only left me 2' of room inside the crosswalk, and then diverts, causing me to cross onto the crosswalk line just to stay out of personal space encroachment range. As usual, the Fuckwit pretends not to notice.
Ditto this morning with this clown in a beret who dithers at the cross walk facing E. then "decides" to cross, turning N. and manages to pull this off by extreme LH drive mode, so the easiest/scripted move I had was to have him cross on my R side. I looked at him to make sure he was all there, and to add to my freak library (recall), and I get this Fuckwit staring back at me. Not only was he acting like a total twit, he then puts on the staring act.
And lo, if I didn't get a call to re-start farm work in two days. And seemingly, they never got my resume in response to their ad, and it was only by way of mention of a former co-worker that they learned that I was looking. All too dubious to me; they could of phoned me before they placed the ad because I had a good work record with them as was even asked if it was OK that I be on the phone list. Then, he might of sounded less surprised than he did as presumably he would of already known from the co-worker that I had sent my resume in. In two days time, I return to plant strawberries for the next week. And as mentioned, I have been getting plenty of noise stalking when I am planting plants at the First Feral Family house, so I reckon this is an extension of the same. Getting paid work would be good, but as per past history, the perps won't let this gig run for too long. They cut me off at two months of berry picking last year, so who knows what the grand plan is.
1940h
A troll through tool review sites, and it seems the perps like me doing this if the onset of overhead pounding, buzzy feet and shivers down my spine is anything to go by. Yessir, they have me need-a-Dremel mode for months now, and maybe with a paying job it will be consumated, complete with FFF present at the moment of sale. The perps do have an abiding interest in creating the "need", having me go through many iterations of research, and then have me procure the item. Any step along the way will be sabotaged with web pages that won't display, bookmarks that disappear, prices that change, new facts about the wisdom of the selected item, and so it goes, one long protracted aquisition exercise that can go on for even years, albeit in off-on mode. They got me cranked up by the Bosch Oscillating Multi-tool, and especially when seeing a video of it doing plunge cutting and cut-off cuts. And links to the Bosch site were viewed for more drool time. Then, while trolling through the remainder of the tool sites, why, more multi-tool oscillators were shown, some as giveaways, and they even put the Milwaukee version into the mix too. So..., as I type this up, more street noise and now more overhead pounding. And so it goes, this protracted hassle/exercise of aquisition for which they have a near beserk interest in, which includes fomenting it, sabotaging and protracting it. This too shall pass, as I don't have a pressing demand to be the home handyman again, having been fucked out of that by way of moves, work obstructions and divorce. But for some sicko, this is just the most exciting thing going. Go figure.
2235h
More over head pounding and hammering noise with an added low noted flute noise, the fake noise applied to when it is windy out and this is "from" the wind getting through the sliding glass door seal. And note, the "seal" is adhesive tape in keeping with the perps' preoccupation over that substance and its applications and alternate forms. The stickers on fruit are an example, and I see my kiwi fruit now comes with stickers on each one, when they didn't before from the same source. These are a package of a pound, and I have been eating them from the same source and packaging for over three years now, and never had any of those infernal stickers on the kiwi fruit. As of a month ago, they decided that each kiwi fruit needed to have a small sticker on it. Who knew that the entire fruit sticker nonsense was perp governed over their nonconsensual human experimentation subproject over freaking fruit stickers? A more elevated perception is that it has something to do with gluten, and it being ingested and its immune system perturbance, gluten being a common constituent of glue. And they do make sure that I remain mostly gluten free, save when I visit the FFF and pig out on cakes and buns.
Some job looking tonight, and resisting the temptation to pack it all up and go work in the oil fields, the perps favorite planted vocational obsession for me. It is not very doable with no vehicle and no experience, never mind being a province away from the action. Besides, with their long history of sabotage I can see that being nothing but another financial hole in the ground I would need to dig myself out of. Even this berry picking job has been crimped down to a month in the first year I began the job. This year, if it repeats, will be the third year in succession they have me picking red fruit in order to play along with their red color games. And I see my mother is already purchasing strawberries from Mexico, so that suggests it is going to be berry picking again this summer. We are a long way from vocational freedom if I am reading this right.
Enough speculation for now, and to blog off for the day.
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Friday, December 04, 2009
Very Strange Dreams
0935h
Some odd dreams that were surely planted as I have never had anything like them before, and no, there wasn't any medicinal variances that may have caused such. These were textural sensations in the dreams, and the jist of it was that I was massaging my abdominal area to rid myself of lumpy flesh (which I don't have), and no less, this was successful in that the actions smoothed my addomen. That is, until my hand ran into one of my nuts, and was faced with a more intractable smoothing "problem", and then (no doubt the crux of this mind invasive fuckery), extra mental activity was engaged to figure out why I couldn't apply the same massaging measures. Well, I did figure it out in my sleep to no lasting harm, not once, but put through it twice in the night. True to form, the sickos have just about everything repeat and repeat again, right down to the consistent typos that erupted some six years ago and continue to this day.
They also plugged me with at least an hour of sleeplessness, begining at the delayed bedtime of 0100h. Just too exciting it seems, these days leading up to the Winter Solstice. I got my dose of pink and orange dawn sunlight crossing in front of me at the breakfast table again, now four days running, and instignated by some strange reason to get up at the same time with the aid of the alarm clock when there isn't anything terribly compelling to do so today.
Chirp noise stalking is playing big these days; these chirps that change pitch and last for two seconds or so. The sickos finally reminded me that these same sounds accompanied the adjacent high rise construction in downtown Seattle when working there, 2000 to late 2002. But here, there is no ostensible cause, as there is no construction is in the immediate vicinity. Earmuffs don't help as the sound level comes in the same, on or not.
2210h
I lapsed into web surfing/schlepping until my in-town brother phoned to tell me that it was OK to do leaf raking at his place. This was around 1100h, so I was half prepared to spend the rest of the day here, when he called, and I had enough motivation to head out. I had a light gangstalking posse, save the clowns on this street the apartment building is on, as they put on the charity cases yelling at each other with me in the middle. They also like to string out 2 to 6 gangstalkers in a loose cluster (pretending to be separate parties), and then have them appear to close in on me as I get close to the cluster. I don't particularly like this, and I suppose this is arranged to be threatening, and may emulate past abusive fuckery for which they deleted my recall. I haven't experienced this in any conscious recall.
And on my way to the bus, another demonstration that they cannot get enough dumbshit things and assholes close enough to me. while walking some 6' from the buildings on the sidewalk, an Not-So-Secret-Asian man runs a yellow steel moving dolly into my path while exiting from an adjacent store and looking away from me. I had to walk around this spectacular piece of obstruction, and gave the fucker an earful about being so utterly stupid. He was neither apologetic or concerned about being viewed as belligerent, so I suppose this was yet another round of desperate assholes trying to get specific colored objects in close to me at specific locations.
I even had a bold-as-tin gangstalker on the bus; one fucker was sitting next to the rear door with a 24" diameter pizza tin held vertically and facing down the length of the bus. Most people if carrying something so unwieldy would put it beside them or hold it horizontally, but not this dude, and only lacked a microphone to make it bolder yet (akin to a parabolic dish recieving microphone). I had my black, white and grey striped clothing gang around me and then a gormless dude with a 3 year old girl immediately in front of me. He fussed no end over what he was carrying, and made sure that I saw his long hair from under his toque. There are plenty of these folks in this town, minimally employed, and I suppose this was just the meal ticket for him, assuming he wasn't a trained operative act. I don't know why the perps set up so many males with young children, putting on the doting father scene for me to scrutinize as to its plausibility.
So.. three more hours of leaf raking today, and plenty of associated helicopter and aircraft noise, not to mention whines and strange ponderous tapping as well. That I got paid in cash, and that the perps have such an interest in my wallet contents, must of been the attraction for the heavier gangstalking swarm on the bus when headed back to my place. This seems to be the public gauntlet of choice, the city bus freakshow, as both my in-town brother and mother have backed off on giving me a lift over the past three months.
Another new development is sidewalk obstructing; placing a Fuckwit in mid-sidewalk engaged in conversation with someone else (usually) and pretending to be oblivious as to constricting public egress. I had three of them at one bus stop in suburbia today, and lo, if there wasn't a 3' long x 6" wide splash of white milk across the sidewalk for me to step over after negotiating my way through this oddball collection of the shiftless. Though sometimes I get the lone male, large and spread legged with a long coat facing the opposite way, putting on the act of pretending to not know he is obstructing pedestrian egress on the city streets, especially at this time of year, where the larger crowds have a plausible shopping story.
And what is the deal with the red shoes? Now resurgent again, and even going so strange as to have a Fuckwit in lead-ahead gangstalking mode downtown, with a single red plasma flash come off the underside of his sole as he lifted his foot. I used to get this ridiculous act at the gym last year; a woman in a red sweater, taupe street slacks and red casual (not gym) shoes working out. It was absurd that she wasn't even dressed for the gym, and then had these red shoes for me to see, even working out on the treadmill with them. I also have had the red soled shoe act in the same lead-ahead mode, and I find this mildly perturbing for whatever reason. The aforementioned plasma flash was likely a brief emulatory sample of the red soled shoe act; so it would seem they are working on my subconscious loathing of red shoes/soles, little did I know until this insane abuse began.
And I was set up to pack one of the perp's favorite props with me on the bus back to downtown after leaf raking at my in-town brother's place. This is coaxial TV cable; as it "so happened" my brother had some in response to my request to use it at our mother's place to get her new radio spliced into the FM feed (with TV), a service that has been availible in this region for over 40 years. Don't ask why my mother is suddenly moved to be listening to the radio, and why she had such an inadequate reciever/radio for so long, but there must be deeper and darker reason; perhaps the perps can pump something through via radio now, and not just TV. Anyhow, I had two small coils of coaxial cable, my brother finding them at his place, putting them in a plastic bag and parking it on my shoes while I was wearing his gumboots for leaf raking. Very curious that he was again compelled to put the coaxial cable back on my shoes after I had taken it off at my lunch break. Perhaps this was the reason for extra gangstalking coverage today on the way back. And I get to do this tomorrow when headed to my mother's place on the bus. My brother putting on the worn act of not having enough time to attend to the cable splicing himself, even if he begged off work today.
Enough of the trivia of being captive, stalked and experimented upon.
Some odd dreams that were surely planted as I have never had anything like them before, and no, there wasn't any medicinal variances that may have caused such. These were textural sensations in the dreams, and the jist of it was that I was massaging my abdominal area to rid myself of lumpy flesh (which I don't have), and no less, this was successful in that the actions smoothed my addomen. That is, until my hand ran into one of my nuts, and was faced with a more intractable smoothing "problem", and then (no doubt the crux of this mind invasive fuckery), extra mental activity was engaged to figure out why I couldn't apply the same massaging measures. Well, I did figure it out in my sleep to no lasting harm, not once, but put through it twice in the night. True to form, the sickos have just about everything repeat and repeat again, right down to the consistent typos that erupted some six years ago and continue to this day.
They also plugged me with at least an hour of sleeplessness, begining at the delayed bedtime of 0100h. Just too exciting it seems, these days leading up to the Winter Solstice. I got my dose of pink and orange dawn sunlight crossing in front of me at the breakfast table again, now four days running, and instignated by some strange reason to get up at the same time with the aid of the alarm clock when there isn't anything terribly compelling to do so today.
Chirp noise stalking is playing big these days; these chirps that change pitch and last for two seconds or so. The sickos finally reminded me that these same sounds accompanied the adjacent high rise construction in downtown Seattle when working there, 2000 to late 2002. But here, there is no ostensible cause, as there is no construction is in the immediate vicinity. Earmuffs don't help as the sound level comes in the same, on or not.
2210h
I lapsed into web surfing/schlepping until my in-town brother phoned to tell me that it was OK to do leaf raking at his place. This was around 1100h, so I was half prepared to spend the rest of the day here, when he called, and I had enough motivation to head out. I had a light gangstalking posse, save the clowns on this street the apartment building is on, as they put on the charity cases yelling at each other with me in the middle. They also like to string out 2 to 6 gangstalkers in a loose cluster (pretending to be separate parties), and then have them appear to close in on me as I get close to the cluster. I don't particularly like this, and I suppose this is arranged to be threatening, and may emulate past abusive fuckery for which they deleted my recall. I haven't experienced this in any conscious recall.
And on my way to the bus, another demonstration that they cannot get enough dumbshit things and assholes close enough to me. while walking some 6' from the buildings on the sidewalk, an Not-So-Secret-Asian man runs a yellow steel moving dolly into my path while exiting from an adjacent store and looking away from me. I had to walk around this spectacular piece of obstruction, and gave the fucker an earful about being so utterly stupid. He was neither apologetic or concerned about being viewed as belligerent, so I suppose this was yet another round of desperate assholes trying to get specific colored objects in close to me at specific locations.
I even had a bold-as-tin gangstalker on the bus; one fucker was sitting next to the rear door with a 24" diameter pizza tin held vertically and facing down the length of the bus. Most people if carrying something so unwieldy would put it beside them or hold it horizontally, but not this dude, and only lacked a microphone to make it bolder yet (akin to a parabolic dish recieving microphone). I had my black, white and grey striped clothing gang around me and then a gormless dude with a 3 year old girl immediately in front of me. He fussed no end over what he was carrying, and made sure that I saw his long hair from under his toque. There are plenty of these folks in this town, minimally employed, and I suppose this was just the meal ticket for him, assuming he wasn't a trained operative act. I don't know why the perps set up so many males with young children, putting on the doting father scene for me to scrutinize as to its plausibility.
So.. three more hours of leaf raking today, and plenty of associated helicopter and aircraft noise, not to mention whines and strange ponderous tapping as well. That I got paid in cash, and that the perps have such an interest in my wallet contents, must of been the attraction for the heavier gangstalking swarm on the bus when headed back to my place. This seems to be the public gauntlet of choice, the city bus freakshow, as both my in-town brother and mother have backed off on giving me a lift over the past three months.
Another new development is sidewalk obstructing; placing a Fuckwit in mid-sidewalk engaged in conversation with someone else (usually) and pretending to be oblivious as to constricting public egress. I had three of them at one bus stop in suburbia today, and lo, if there wasn't a 3' long x 6" wide splash of white milk across the sidewalk for me to step over after negotiating my way through this oddball collection of the shiftless. Though sometimes I get the lone male, large and spread legged with a long coat facing the opposite way, putting on the act of pretending to not know he is obstructing pedestrian egress on the city streets, especially at this time of year, where the larger crowds have a plausible shopping story.
And what is the deal with the red shoes? Now resurgent again, and even going so strange as to have a Fuckwit in lead-ahead gangstalking mode downtown, with a single red plasma flash come off the underside of his sole as he lifted his foot. I used to get this ridiculous act at the gym last year; a woman in a red sweater, taupe street slacks and red casual (not gym) shoes working out. It was absurd that she wasn't even dressed for the gym, and then had these red shoes for me to see, even working out on the treadmill with them. I also have had the red soled shoe act in the same lead-ahead mode, and I find this mildly perturbing for whatever reason. The aforementioned plasma flash was likely a brief emulatory sample of the red soled shoe act; so it would seem they are working on my subconscious loathing of red shoes/soles, little did I know until this insane abuse began.
And I was set up to pack one of the perp's favorite props with me on the bus back to downtown after leaf raking at my in-town brother's place. This is coaxial TV cable; as it "so happened" my brother had some in response to my request to use it at our mother's place to get her new radio spliced into the FM feed (with TV), a service that has been availible in this region for over 40 years. Don't ask why my mother is suddenly moved to be listening to the radio, and why she had such an inadequate reciever/radio for so long, but there must be deeper and darker reason; perhaps the perps can pump something through via radio now, and not just TV. Anyhow, I had two small coils of coaxial cable, my brother finding them at his place, putting them in a plastic bag and parking it on my shoes while I was wearing his gumboots for leaf raking. Very curious that he was again compelled to put the coaxial cable back on my shoes after I had taken it off at my lunch break. Perhaps this was the reason for extra gangstalking coverage today on the way back. And I get to do this tomorrow when headed to my mother's place on the bus. My brother putting on the worn act of not having enough time to attend to the cable splicing himself, even if he begged off work today.
Enough of the trivia of being captive, stalked and experimented upon.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Ragging My Ass
1300h
It has been that kind of day today; extra harassments and provocations to get me enraged while undertaking mundane tasks. The extra noise, the extra-conventional gravitic movements of objects, head whacking from nowhere, brown colored crumb inundations, spontaneous bleeds while shaving but not from shaving, and the ongoing maser and plasma action in my vision. Now, the typo sabotage.
Whenever these routine dull days get like this it is time to examine what is different; any new augmentations or substitutions often get extra harassments and provocations with instant rage "reactions". After buying and drinking the same coffee for some five years, and purchasing a new kind two days ago and first using it this morning, That might be the reason for extra perp vituperance and vileness. The regular coffee was from Columbia, and this new brand is from Sumatra. And, the typical earthy Sumatra coffee taste was deleted from my palate, as it tasted like the usual Columbian kind. This is a long way of saying that this geographical origin change just might have triggered the current round of rage-ification the perps have imposed upon me. That is all it takes; one change in color tone, food source (provenance or store), packaging, or food substitution and the perps go fucking nuts. Which has led me to the current planted notion that they are indeed insane to be planting brown crumbs around my food, and then a final brown crumb 2' from where I sat after finishing the dishes of the meal. It is just another example of what I have to deal with owing to some high cabal's decision to screw my life as hard as they can after 47 years of covert monitoring and harassment. If you ever have asked the question, "why does it always happen to me?", there an alternate answer; there exists at least one covert agency that has much to gain out of creating duress, chaos, ruination and perturbation, and they have selected some individuals to be their victims for all of their lives. I would never of believed it if someone had told me all this in a prudently metered revelatory manner, and here I am living it at the behest of pathological Fuckwits who lack the gumption to front for their long-running nonconsensual human experimentation. It is as fucking bizarre as it is fucking depraved.
The ongoing motorcycle noise has continued after lunch, and it would seem that the assholes are parsing out the noise into fragments and harmonics to discern why I cannot stand the noise of two cycle large motorcycles, e.g. Harley Davidsons, especially if modified. I don't know why I loathe this noise but someone else is determined to find out by way of incremental exposures, by duration, frequency changes, volume and harmonic combinations. And they have been at this all morning and afternoon like most days, and are especially rabid about making sure I get serial exposure most days of the week. A cover story doesn't matter anymore, just keep the noises going.
This will be a short post today as I am doing the usual parental Sunday visitation, and will be duly gangstalked at their place with my father doing the most irritating and blatant gangstalkings, though he will back off if I get enraged about certain moves. That they are perp abetting is an understatement as it appears they gave me up for this fuckery from the get-go and have been fully participative in all the residential moves and abusive stunts that have gone down over the years. Though, I do think some of the family events have been unexpected to them at the time, and they were likely duly mind-fucked at to attributing it to their asshole overseers at the time. This "happens" to me often; I process an event at face value by imposed mind-fuck/manipulations when in fact, I would (now) nearly always attribute it to a perp stunt and ponder what category of fuckery does it stun fall under and how it may related to other like stunts. Only some hours or days later do I "reconsider", aka get let in on the real source and purpose, and come to know it was my tormentors at work again.
Likewise for other news in which I am not involved, but encounter from various sources such as online websites, newspapers and magazines. I see a lot of commonality of world events to that of this ringside seat at the perps' perverse quests; color, substance, interpersonal and material interactions in all possible forms of energetics, bioelectromagnetic and etheric. The latter form of energy is a bit of a stretch in terms of our current understanding of physics, though there is a significant body of work to indicate that there is another form of all encompassing energy, that being the accepted comoslogical "dark energy" that is somehow excepted here on planet Earth. Why else would the gangstalkers be all over me in public, and desparately want to stand or walk where I have just vacated, which is especially prevalent where I am changing direction, say at pedestrian crossing. And too, adding in various red, green and brown colors at this anisotropic moment, along with gangstalkers grabbing their crotch, having their mouths hanging open or otherwise exposing their mouth contents by eating food while perambulating. Turning a corner was never too complicated of an event before, but here we have a professional Fuckover Force dedicated to capturing this moment in significant and imperceptable detail that must be remotely detected. Engaging me in a cooperative manner isn't allowed no matter how expeditious it would be; instead, let's harass and rile the victim up for over six years every mortal second of his existence, and plod along with remote energetics detection instead of by direct means. And that includes having our operative "bump into" the victim as needed. It is fucking insane premise, and yet they have all their quislings and operatives convinced as to the worth of this incremental life-rape. And don't get me started on their seeming long ago fuckups that let to this state of affairs, as it would take another hour of blogging to adequately excorciate the assholes over this one. In other words, they created many of the operational problems in early childhood that they are attempting to elicit a response for with the current freakshow of gangstalkers.
1525h
Another round of serial motorcycle and other loud mufflered vehicle noise kept going while I was entering my personal data for online job registration. It makes looking for work so much easier than the old ways, though it is impersonal and one doesn't get the feedback one would ordinarily get face to face.
Then an increased barrage of noise erupted while eating chocolate with my tea, and more rage-ification games later to get me riled up. The experiences above were repeated effectively. I am going to call this one a posting, short as it is, and that way it gets done instead of being another forced "forget".
It has been that kind of day today; extra harassments and provocations to get me enraged while undertaking mundane tasks. The extra noise, the extra-conventional gravitic movements of objects, head whacking from nowhere, brown colored crumb inundations, spontaneous bleeds while shaving but not from shaving, and the ongoing maser and plasma action in my vision. Now, the typo sabotage.
Whenever these routine dull days get like this it is time to examine what is different; any new augmentations or substitutions often get extra harassments and provocations with instant rage "reactions". After buying and drinking the same coffee for some five years, and purchasing a new kind two days ago and first using it this morning, That might be the reason for extra perp vituperance and vileness. The regular coffee was from Columbia, and this new brand is from Sumatra. And, the typical earthy Sumatra coffee taste was deleted from my palate, as it tasted like the usual Columbian kind. This is a long way of saying that this geographical origin change just might have triggered the current round of rage-ification the perps have imposed upon me. That is all it takes; one change in color tone, food source (provenance or store), packaging, or food substitution and the perps go fucking nuts. Which has led me to the current planted notion that they are indeed insane to be planting brown crumbs around my food, and then a final brown crumb 2' from where I sat after finishing the dishes of the meal. It is just another example of what I have to deal with owing to some high cabal's decision to screw my life as hard as they can after 47 years of covert monitoring and harassment. If you ever have asked the question, "why does it always happen to me?", there an alternate answer; there exists at least one covert agency that has much to gain out of creating duress, chaos, ruination and perturbation, and they have selected some individuals to be their victims for all of their lives. I would never of believed it if someone had told me all this in a prudently metered revelatory manner, and here I am living it at the behest of pathological Fuckwits who lack the gumption to front for their long-running nonconsensual human experimentation. It is as fucking bizarre as it is fucking depraved.
The ongoing motorcycle noise has continued after lunch, and it would seem that the assholes are parsing out the noise into fragments and harmonics to discern why I cannot stand the noise of two cycle large motorcycles, e.g. Harley Davidsons, especially if modified. I don't know why I loathe this noise but someone else is determined to find out by way of incremental exposures, by duration, frequency changes, volume and harmonic combinations. And they have been at this all morning and afternoon like most days, and are especially rabid about making sure I get serial exposure most days of the week. A cover story doesn't matter anymore, just keep the noises going.
This will be a short post today as I am doing the usual parental Sunday visitation, and will be duly gangstalked at their place with my father doing the most irritating and blatant gangstalkings, though he will back off if I get enraged about certain moves. That they are perp abetting is an understatement as it appears they gave me up for this fuckery from the get-go and have been fully participative in all the residential moves and abusive stunts that have gone down over the years. Though, I do think some of the family events have been unexpected to them at the time, and they were likely duly mind-fucked at to attributing it to their asshole overseers at the time. This "happens" to me often; I process an event at face value by imposed mind-fuck/manipulations when in fact, I would (now) nearly always attribute it to a perp stunt and ponder what category of fuckery does it stun fall under and how it may related to other like stunts. Only some hours or days later do I "reconsider", aka get let in on the real source and purpose, and come to know it was my tormentors at work again.
Likewise for other news in which I am not involved, but encounter from various sources such as online websites, newspapers and magazines. I see a lot of commonality of world events to that of this ringside seat at the perps' perverse quests; color, substance, interpersonal and material interactions in all possible forms of energetics, bioelectromagnetic and etheric. The latter form of energy is a bit of a stretch in terms of our current understanding of physics, though there is a significant body of work to indicate that there is another form of all encompassing energy, that being the accepted comoslogical "dark energy" that is somehow excepted here on planet Earth. Why else would the gangstalkers be all over me in public, and desparately want to stand or walk where I have just vacated, which is especially prevalent where I am changing direction, say at pedestrian crossing. And too, adding in various red, green and brown colors at this anisotropic moment, along with gangstalkers grabbing their crotch, having their mouths hanging open or otherwise exposing their mouth contents by eating food while perambulating. Turning a corner was never too complicated of an event before, but here we have a professional Fuckover Force dedicated to capturing this moment in significant and imperceptable detail that must be remotely detected. Engaging me in a cooperative manner isn't allowed no matter how expeditious it would be; instead, let's harass and rile the victim up for over six years every mortal second of his existence, and plod along with remote energetics detection instead of by direct means. And that includes having our operative "bump into" the victim as needed. It is fucking insane premise, and yet they have all their quislings and operatives convinced as to the worth of this incremental life-rape. And don't get me started on their seeming long ago fuckups that let to this state of affairs, as it would take another hour of blogging to adequately excorciate the assholes over this one. In other words, they created many of the operational problems in early childhood that they are attempting to elicit a response for with the current freakshow of gangstalkers.
1525h
Another round of serial motorcycle and other loud mufflered vehicle noise kept going while I was entering my personal data for online job registration. It makes looking for work so much easier than the old ways, though it is impersonal and one doesn't get the feedback one would ordinarily get face to face.
Then an increased barrage of noise erupted while eating chocolate with my tea, and more rage-ification games later to get me riled up. The experiences above were repeated effectively. I am going to call this one a posting, short as it is, and that way it gets done instead of being another forced "forget".
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Operative Herd on Room Shaking Duty
1110h
Since I got back from the grocery store, another mega-gangstalked event, the operatives have been filing out of this building frat house style, slamming the front door which serves as the "causal agent" to shake my room. One after the other, a mass migration, one at a time. The entire putative rooming house of 16 units has turned over at least once this morning. It does make me wonder what the next residence location is going to offer the assholes, as they have it all their way at present. That includes two vacuuming efforts in the hallway yesterday, which still left a trail of white colored debris, the toilet paper and plastic bag fragments litter trail, to lead from my door to the bathroom, only 3' away.
More race-based gangstaking at the grocery store earlier; the black dude gangstalker who cruised in awfully close to the checkout line in which I was last, then partially encircled me to hang around at the next checkout, closed, for a half minute and did no shopping. He was totally scripted to hang around there and do nothing in the way of genuine activity. Then he took off and came back a minute later, only to repeat this idiotic exercise again, 4' away. After a half minute, the Asian dude in navy blue arrived as a faux customer, hanging in the checkout lineup. He later went into sentry mode, where he stands still, this time back facing me, and stays still for about 20 seconds. Meanwhile, the long haired fucker in front of me had a bad case of itching hair, and kept up his scalp scratching act for as long as he was in the checkout line ahead of me, some two minutes. And the fact that he fit another demographic, the pony-tailed male, also "didn't occur to me". And that in itself is another example of a mind-fuck, where they are deleting my knowledge of their fuckery games while engaging in that specific activity. No Big Girl on duty at the grocery store today, as she has been there for nearly all weekday visits of the last two weeks. Maybe the perps decided that there was too much connection, and pulled her act. She must be someone I know who is in morph-over form.
As these "mental lapses" are occuring more often, and are situationally applied, I can only suspect that they are fucking with me all the more to cover their squalid tracks.
The usual plasma in the dark hallway when I got back; this is a daily given where they feign some kind of light to dark transition "eyesight problem" but supplying a plasmic fog of multi-colored spatter for me to walk through. It is about time some asshole explained this, as these vision assaults are constant now.
1610h
A visit to the doctor turned into a massive gangstalk in the waiting room. They brought in two huge 300 lb women to sit around, and the blonde woman who shows up at Tuesday yoga also "happened" to be there. Then after 5 minutes or so, she departed, not the usual waiting room behavior, but that is not uncommon amongst the freak show I have around me. As she crossed in front of me some 4' away, and on the opposite side of a low table, a red plasma flash went off for a second or less. Then 5 minutes she" showed up" again, sitting on the opposite side, and I never saw her re-enter the waiting area. She was on sentry duty at the doors to the clinician's only area, and to no surprise, was still there when I exited. She is a seen-before, and I don't know where, or else I am being fucked with in thinking that.
I got the doctor's "assistant" routine again while in his office; another Asian, this fellow being very fair skinned, abeit with black hair. So it would seem that the perps are going for an Asian skin tone color palette, and needed an "extra" to compare to the doctor.
It was most curious how that very red paper clip got on the floor of his office and remained there for the consult. Between the two of them, they couldn't of missed it. The doctor's new line is that he doesn't doubt that all these strange events are occuring, it is just that I need medication to help me deal with it. Har, har. That saves doing battle with him, as I am sure he had no choice as to refusing to play the game.
I takes 25 minutes to walk to the doctor's office, and for the second doctor visit in four weeks, the rain "happened" to be starting up just before I departed. I was allowed to wear a hat this time. And it almost goes without saying that the gangstalkers were out in force. The 2006 census reported near zero population growth for this area of Victoria called Oak Bay, and yet the traffic is horrific. The perps must of added at least 500 vehicles on in both directions. There were the usual clusters of reds, whites, greys and black vehicles, with selective addition of yellows, brown, greens and blues. The selective addition vehicles are usually accompanied by an escort of black, white and/or silver-grey vehicles.
It was a semi-eventful walk; I got the faux blind man and his rabelous cohort stunt, the latter on pointing and waving duty, who mysterious went ahead of his colleague as we were about to pass by. This momentarily left the blind man alone to observe, and he was following my movements toward him, and eventually past him, with his cane. His eyes looked normal as well and he had a big smile on his face. The whole stunt was likely to get me to vocalize that he didn't seem to blind to me. Then the rabelous one got into voicing something as I kept walking away.
This same stunt played out on the way home, almost at the same location with a woman with a stroller with various plastic rain protection on it who was getting into sidewalk territorial games, and who then forced me off the sidewalk. She then got into a long ramble about blaming me for being a sidewalk hog, telling me I needed to be a waiter and on and on as I kept walking. Two identical stunts of setting up some verbal interaction and having the operative keep babbling on after I have walked on. Fucking absurd.
I got a two sides brown ambulatory gangstalk enroute to the doctor's office. It so "happens" at this location there is a 8' long run of brown colored paint in the road gutter, next to the curb. And lo, if the brown coated gangstalker with a plastic hair bonnet didn't jaywalk across a four lane busy road that momentarily "happened" to be free of traffic, and end up on the sidewalk ahead of me and serving as a brown color source on my left side, and the brown paint on the road was on my right side. A brown color gauntlet in effect, and this play is more common of late, also "happening" for red and green as well. The local landscaping has a 30' run of a certain kind of hedge that has red leaves when they first flush in the spring. This hedge lines the sidewalk, and it is no stretch of imagination that the parked vehicles lining the street side of the sidewalk are most often a similar crimson red, set up for me to walk this red-lined gauntlet cum sidewalk. Someone had that planned out long ago.
This same activity of getting a color profile over the width of the road location I am at played out in grey three days ago, 03-19-2007, where there were two grey dressed gangstalkers walking in parallel on either side of the street, and another operative was pushing a grey plastic tote bin on wheels between them.
The ambulatory gangstalking followers are staying on me for longer I noticed today. They start them out by leading ahead and walking the same route that I am. Eventually I catch up and walk ahead. The line of sight interaction time is at least 10 minutes, and I had one of these in each direction. I also stopped at a store, a regular stop if I am in the neighborhood, and lo, if the person who strangely stood behind me at the traffic lights, also "happened" to be in the store, and somehow "I" forgot to check on this follower as she had already made her motives plain.
Earlier today, I got my native Indian ambulatory gangstalker male in exactly the same on-sidewalk location when coming and going to the grocery store. I haven't quite figured out why they need to plant the same person in the same place in opposite directions, but this is done more often.
And many cases of bright orange red clothes when I was returning from the doctor's office. There were at least three on the inbound leg, one being an absurd Bay blanket coat on this old duffer with a dark green walker, and two blue colored vehicles from opposite directions were waiting for us to clear this side road so they could cover our tracks.
1700h
Any uncontrolled thought or visualization begets me overhead pounding; the assholes had not made any warning noise, and out of the blue, the pounding starts up again. Earlier, while rinsing a dinner plate in the sink with the water running, the assholes put on a big clunk sound and a coincident zap. This confirms my suspicion of this bizarre fixation of noisestalking me doing the dishes.
2045h
I spent an hour cleaning up my movie bookmarks, some 18,000 of them (true), one of "my" pastimes when on the PC, in the hope I will be free enough one day to view them. That maybe two lifetimes worth even, though I am certain some paring down will be in order as some of the "cult film" sites are too indulgent in promoting mediocre movies for the sake of genre religion. It almost goes without saying that bookmarking, and the maintenance of them, is a perp noisetalked event, one very much to their liking. They seem to have no end of need for every variation of activity related to bookmarking and maintaining the file. The Firefox bookmark manager is much perferred over the MS Explorer equivalent.
Another suck job, vacuuming in the hallway, an unprecendented two days in succession, but I haven't looked to see if the trail of white color chads made of toilet paper and plastic were sucked up this time.
I got a ladder visitation for dinner tonight. In the adjacent parking lot outside my window, a large black pickup arrived with a 20' ladder with extensions. Just before taking the tortillas off the stove, he drove his pickup in front of the window between this and the building opposite, and of course the ladder passing by. He, and others, erected the ladder and put on some kind of roof maintenance show for about 20 minutes, while I had finished the dinner and the dishes and was back at this PC. They then drove out again, passing the ladder by within 3' of the building I am in. Regular readers will know that ladders on trades vans and pickups are ubiquitous in this city, and are in great profusion for any vehicular gangstalking activity.
2200h
I am getting some heavy irradiation of something off my LCD panel and it is causing vision problems. One last news item; in the past I have noted a number of suffocation deaths that occured in the past two years, in the form of disasters, e.g. mine explosions, ferry capsizings, the Helios aircraft crash where it ran out of oxygen, building collapses and a few more that don't come to mind. And I see another mining disaster in Russia, and I would not be surprised that the perp assholes were behind this. I repeat, there is something they want to know about earth-human energetics interaction that they need slowly dying bodies for, and all the better if this can be conducted at differing elevations and ground depths.
Anyhow, I am shooting my mouth off here, but there are too many coincidences with respect to these events, and the mode of death is the constant, asphyxiation. As these kinds of disasters had abated, I was hopeful we would not see any more in such quantity. But from my perch, it is situation normal, more disasters for the perp's quest.
Time to blogg off and call this done.
Since I got back from the grocery store, another mega-gangstalked event, the operatives have been filing out of this building frat house style, slamming the front door which serves as the "causal agent" to shake my room. One after the other, a mass migration, one at a time. The entire putative rooming house of 16 units has turned over at least once this morning. It does make me wonder what the next residence location is going to offer the assholes, as they have it all their way at present. That includes two vacuuming efforts in the hallway yesterday, which still left a trail of white colored debris, the toilet paper and plastic bag fragments litter trail, to lead from my door to the bathroom, only 3' away.
More race-based gangstaking at the grocery store earlier; the black dude gangstalker who cruised in awfully close to the checkout line in which I was last, then partially encircled me to hang around at the next checkout, closed, for a half minute and did no shopping. He was totally scripted to hang around there and do nothing in the way of genuine activity. Then he took off and came back a minute later, only to repeat this idiotic exercise again, 4' away. After a half minute, the Asian dude in navy blue arrived as a faux customer, hanging in the checkout lineup. He later went into sentry mode, where he stands still, this time back facing me, and stays still for about 20 seconds. Meanwhile, the long haired fucker in front of me had a bad case of itching hair, and kept up his scalp scratching act for as long as he was in the checkout line ahead of me, some two minutes. And the fact that he fit another demographic, the pony-tailed male, also "didn't occur to me". And that in itself is another example of a mind-fuck, where they are deleting my knowledge of their fuckery games while engaging in that specific activity. No Big Girl on duty at the grocery store today, as she has been there for nearly all weekday visits of the last two weeks. Maybe the perps decided that there was too much connection, and pulled her act. She must be someone I know who is in morph-over form.
As these "mental lapses" are occuring more often, and are situationally applied, I can only suspect that they are fucking with me all the more to cover their squalid tracks.
The usual plasma in the dark hallway when I got back; this is a daily given where they feign some kind of light to dark transition "eyesight problem" but supplying a plasmic fog of multi-colored spatter for me to walk through. It is about time some asshole explained this, as these vision assaults are constant now.
1610h
A visit to the doctor turned into a massive gangstalk in the waiting room. They brought in two huge 300 lb women to sit around, and the blonde woman who shows up at Tuesday yoga also "happened" to be there. Then after 5 minutes or so, she departed, not the usual waiting room behavior, but that is not uncommon amongst the freak show I have around me. As she crossed in front of me some 4' away, and on the opposite side of a low table, a red plasma flash went off for a second or less. Then 5 minutes she" showed up" again, sitting on the opposite side, and I never saw her re-enter the waiting area. She was on sentry duty at the doors to the clinician's only area, and to no surprise, was still there when I exited. She is a seen-before, and I don't know where, or else I am being fucked with in thinking that.
I got the doctor's "assistant" routine again while in his office; another Asian, this fellow being very fair skinned, abeit with black hair. So it would seem that the perps are going for an Asian skin tone color palette, and needed an "extra" to compare to the doctor.
It was most curious how that very red paper clip got on the floor of his office and remained there for the consult. Between the two of them, they couldn't of missed it. The doctor's new line is that he doesn't doubt that all these strange events are occuring, it is just that I need medication to help me deal with it. Har, har. That saves doing battle with him, as I am sure he had no choice as to refusing to play the game.
I takes 25 minutes to walk to the doctor's office, and for the second doctor visit in four weeks, the rain "happened" to be starting up just before I departed. I was allowed to wear a hat this time. And it almost goes without saying that the gangstalkers were out in force. The 2006 census reported near zero population growth for this area of Victoria called Oak Bay, and yet the traffic is horrific. The perps must of added at least 500 vehicles on in both directions. There were the usual clusters of reds, whites, greys and black vehicles, with selective addition of yellows, brown, greens and blues. The selective addition vehicles are usually accompanied by an escort of black, white and/or silver-grey vehicles.
It was a semi-eventful walk; I got the faux blind man and his rabelous cohort stunt, the latter on pointing and waving duty, who mysterious went ahead of his colleague as we were about to pass by. This momentarily left the blind man alone to observe, and he was following my movements toward him, and eventually past him, with his cane. His eyes looked normal as well and he had a big smile on his face. The whole stunt was likely to get me to vocalize that he didn't seem to blind to me. Then the rabelous one got into voicing something as I kept walking away.
This same stunt played out on the way home, almost at the same location with a woman with a stroller with various plastic rain protection on it who was getting into sidewalk territorial games, and who then forced me off the sidewalk. She then got into a long ramble about blaming me for being a sidewalk hog, telling me I needed to be a waiter and on and on as I kept walking. Two identical stunts of setting up some verbal interaction and having the operative keep babbling on after I have walked on. Fucking absurd.
I got a two sides brown ambulatory gangstalk enroute to the doctor's office. It so "happens" at this location there is a 8' long run of brown colored paint in the road gutter, next to the curb. And lo, if the brown coated gangstalker with a plastic hair bonnet didn't jaywalk across a four lane busy road that momentarily "happened" to be free of traffic, and end up on the sidewalk ahead of me and serving as a brown color source on my left side, and the brown paint on the road was on my right side. A brown color gauntlet in effect, and this play is more common of late, also "happening" for red and green as well. The local landscaping has a 30' run of a certain kind of hedge that has red leaves when they first flush in the spring. This hedge lines the sidewalk, and it is no stretch of imagination that the parked vehicles lining the street side of the sidewalk are most often a similar crimson red, set up for me to walk this red-lined gauntlet cum sidewalk. Someone had that planned out long ago.
This same activity of getting a color profile over the width of the road location I am at played out in grey three days ago, 03-19-2007, where there were two grey dressed gangstalkers walking in parallel on either side of the street, and another operative was pushing a grey plastic tote bin on wheels between them.
The ambulatory gangstalking followers are staying on me for longer I noticed today. They start them out by leading ahead and walking the same route that I am. Eventually I catch up and walk ahead. The line of sight interaction time is at least 10 minutes, and I had one of these in each direction. I also stopped at a store, a regular stop if I am in the neighborhood, and lo, if the person who strangely stood behind me at the traffic lights, also "happened" to be in the store, and somehow "I" forgot to check on this follower as she had already made her motives plain.
Earlier today, I got my native Indian ambulatory gangstalker male in exactly the same on-sidewalk location when coming and going to the grocery store. I haven't quite figured out why they need to plant the same person in the same place in opposite directions, but this is done more often.
And many cases of bright orange red clothes when I was returning from the doctor's office. There were at least three on the inbound leg, one being an absurd Bay blanket coat on this old duffer with a dark green walker, and two blue colored vehicles from opposite directions were waiting for us to clear this side road so they could cover our tracks.
1700h
Any uncontrolled thought or visualization begets me overhead pounding; the assholes had not made any warning noise, and out of the blue, the pounding starts up again. Earlier, while rinsing a dinner plate in the sink with the water running, the assholes put on a big clunk sound and a coincident zap. This confirms my suspicion of this bizarre fixation of noisestalking me doing the dishes.
2045h
I spent an hour cleaning up my movie bookmarks, some 18,000 of them (true), one of "my" pastimes when on the PC, in the hope I will be free enough one day to view them. That maybe two lifetimes worth even, though I am certain some paring down will be in order as some of the "cult film" sites are too indulgent in promoting mediocre movies for the sake of genre religion. It almost goes without saying that bookmarking, and the maintenance of them, is a perp noisetalked event, one very much to their liking. They seem to have no end of need for every variation of activity related to bookmarking and maintaining the file. The Firefox bookmark manager is much perferred over the MS Explorer equivalent.
Another suck job, vacuuming in the hallway, an unprecendented two days in succession, but I haven't looked to see if the trail of white color chads made of toilet paper and plastic were sucked up this time.
I got a ladder visitation for dinner tonight. In the adjacent parking lot outside my window, a large black pickup arrived with a 20' ladder with extensions. Just before taking the tortillas off the stove, he drove his pickup in front of the window between this and the building opposite, and of course the ladder passing by. He, and others, erected the ladder and put on some kind of roof maintenance show for about 20 minutes, while I had finished the dinner and the dishes and was back at this PC. They then drove out again, passing the ladder by within 3' of the building I am in. Regular readers will know that ladders on trades vans and pickups are ubiquitous in this city, and are in great profusion for any vehicular gangstalking activity.
2200h
I am getting some heavy irradiation of something off my LCD panel and it is causing vision problems. One last news item; in the past I have noted a number of suffocation deaths that occured in the past two years, in the form of disasters, e.g. mine explosions, ferry capsizings, the Helios aircraft crash where it ran out of oxygen, building collapses and a few more that don't come to mind. And I see another mining disaster in Russia, and I would not be surprised that the perp assholes were behind this. I repeat, there is something they want to know about earth-human energetics interaction that they need slowly dying bodies for, and all the better if this can be conducted at differing elevations and ground depths.
Anyhow, I am shooting my mouth off here, but there are too many coincidences with respect to these events, and the mode of death is the constant, asphyxiation. As these kinds of disasters had abated, I was hopeful we would not see any more in such quantity. But from my perch, it is situation normal, more disasters for the perp's quest.
Time to blogg off and call this done.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
My News Reading Accompaniment
1020h
A commotion is going on outside my door while reading about the latest Indonesian aircraft crash. The cynic in me suggests as this is the third in recent months, this particular news item represents a planning on the perps' part. This is to separate the energetics of the "Indonesian" commonality from the other parts of the story. Possibly, and they constantly noisestalk me over these disaster stories all the time. More smells, wall banging, whistling, cell phoning, flip flop footwear noise, chatting etc. And now the PC vibration noise, and water in the pipes noise, the traditional noisestalking that has followed me to every residence, four of them, in the past 4 years.
1320h
It now seems that four months of front door slamming and room shaking isn't enough; so what is on the perps' script? Slam it harder, and so it was thus. And extra room shaking and that of the window, although tight in the frame, "somehow" rattles on demand.
1330h
I went to the housing helping people today; and dealt with the particulars of having to look for a place with their assistance. It was a half hour of relief from being noisestalked, gangstalked, although a one foot diameter dark plasma cloud "showed up" over the table between us for a second or so.
Another territorial sidewalk fuck today, and the fourth of the past year. A white haired pedestrians/gangstalker woman in a brown corderoy jacket was walking straight at me in left-hand driving mode and got pissed when I complained about it. (I was mind-fucked into stepping on the grass to avoid her, when normally I would of taken a run at the asshole). Then 10 seconds later a MIB was walking in the same direction, on the right side, per normal. I suspect he was there to gangstalk me for my post-rant state at the asshole woman who drove straight at me in her left-hand drive fuck minded condition.
There were the usual 300 to 500 vehicles coursing by in formation and clusters of coordinated clusters and/or design commonality as I walked to my two destinations. Two yellow school buses parked were outside the fire department, home to an all yellow colored fleet themselves. And if that weren't enough, and further along (5 minutes), a male gangstalker was 20' ahead and walking normally toward me in a puke yellow jacket, and then a blonde woman came from the right side and was about 10' away, leading ahead of me. And in another amazing coincidence, her yellow blonde hair matched the male's puke yellow jacket in color near perfectly. This would seem to be a case of attempting to capture her "blonde aura" and somehow leverage that to assess/measure the relative detriment of aura associated with the male and his despicable choice (har, har) in jacket color.
Another lead-ahead male ambulatory gangstalker on the street was some 50' ahead of me, and lead me for some three blocks (10 minutes) and also "happened" to be going to the same store as I was. And lo, if he wasn't gangstalking me and flipping his hands about in the store in two locations, and not appearing to be doing any shopping.
My grocery store visit was another holy gangstalk event. The stocking "staff" were placed in five locations, four of the five locations I went to, and they were busy crouching down with knees on the floor even, nearly all of them in black clothing, the seeming standard there. Their other role is to parade brown cardboard boxes in front of me, especially at aisle constriction locations. Never have I seen a grocery store with so many staff in the aisles, and at a busy noon day time. And the cashier that makes repeated pass-bys was also on duty again, she must be six for six in sucessive store visits in "happening" to course behind my back, packing my groceries, or as a cashier. (Normally in that store there is very little same-till coincidence with the cashiers). She must be my big girl gangstalker of the day, one of the perps' core gangstalker demographics.
And I can be assured that all my intrinsic likes and dislikes are near public knowledge, and that the perps construct gangstalking and stunt scenarios around each. The brown color problem that I am routinely exposed to (per above cardboard boxes) comes to mind, with some more below. Whis has been covered in my favored/unfavored quantification, whatever that means in perpland in all their sick-minded depravity.
1345h
Another building pounding door slamming; when is this bizarre orchestration going to end? It is emininently possible to close the door quietly, and the only person that does that is me.
And do it again, the third such today, this being the inaugural day of loud door slamming, as opposed to regular door slamming.
1430h
The perps wiped out my browser bar and were on top of me with overhead clunking noises as I attempted to steer out of that predicament. Small things are the biggest things to fuck with these days;
1600h
Finally, some relative quiet, even after tea and chocolate. Though, the chocolate "crumbed" itself, as there must of been at least a dozen crumbs that self-erupted, one on the sleeve of my short sleeve shirt before it disappeared. Objects defying gravity are nothing new here. And in concert with the event of having chocolate, the perps put on a chocolate brown Volvo 244, the same make as my last vehicle, and 20' beyond it, they put on a mid-brown Volvo 850/V70 wagon, the style before 2001 when that model got the jelly bean look with kicked-in like door panels. And the perps seemed to have arranged for the aforementioned brown Volvo 244 to be backlit with the sun behind it, likely to reduce the intensity of the color and to possibly thwart me taking a picture of it.
1930h
The onset of shower stalking; that is, gangstalking in the next door bathroom in the form of taking a shower. In this case the associated noises were timed for mouse clickings, text selection (blue reverse text box), and page display onset. Mostly, in a rare post dinner time, the noisescape has been on the calmer side with the odd front door slamming and the associated room shaking. I had a group of girls chatting outside my room in the adjacent parking lot for five minutes, and then they took off. There is no point in asking why this would be happening in a dark corner on a Wednesday evening, as the cover story requirement is routinely ignored nowadays.
2240h
There has been a dull, but tolerable, roar of noisestalking tonight, except when it got into a noise flurry when I happened to be writing an email to a fellow TI, Anthony Brina, and when I addressed him in the possessive term "your", a glass bottle bashing noise erupted at that precise moment. It is simply amazing timing these assholes have.
Another short noise flurry erupted when I cleaned up the opening paragraph of this blog, in reference to my cynical take on the latest Indonesian aircraft disaster. I wasn't meaning to be insensitive about it, and I will admit to being jaded by the commonality of these events and the associated noise and plasma action anytime I read or see pictures about them.
A bum note to end this, but that is the nature of doing time in a covert constrictrions of my freedome
A commotion is going on outside my door while reading about the latest Indonesian aircraft crash. The cynic in me suggests as this is the third in recent months, this particular news item represents a planning on the perps' part. This is to separate the energetics of the "Indonesian" commonality from the other parts of the story. Possibly, and they constantly noisestalk me over these disaster stories all the time. More smells, wall banging, whistling, cell phoning, flip flop footwear noise, chatting etc. And now the PC vibration noise, and water in the pipes noise, the traditional noisestalking that has followed me to every residence, four of them, in the past 4 years.
1320h
It now seems that four months of front door slamming and room shaking isn't enough; so what is on the perps' script? Slam it harder, and so it was thus. And extra room shaking and that of the window, although tight in the frame, "somehow" rattles on demand.
1330h
I went to the housing helping people today; and dealt with the particulars of having to look for a place with their assistance. It was a half hour of relief from being noisestalked, gangstalked, although a one foot diameter dark plasma cloud "showed up" over the table between us for a second or so.
Another territorial sidewalk fuck today, and the fourth of the past year. A white haired pedestrians/gangstalker woman in a brown corderoy jacket was walking straight at me in left-hand driving mode and got pissed when I complained about it. (I was mind-fucked into stepping on the grass to avoid her, when normally I would of taken a run at the asshole). Then 10 seconds later a MIB was walking in the same direction, on the right side, per normal. I suspect he was there to gangstalk me for my post-rant state at the asshole woman who drove straight at me in her left-hand drive fuck minded condition.
There were the usual 300 to 500 vehicles coursing by in formation and clusters of coordinated clusters and/or design commonality as I walked to my two destinations. Two yellow school buses parked were outside the fire department, home to an all yellow colored fleet themselves. And if that weren't enough, and further along (5 minutes), a male gangstalker was 20' ahead and walking normally toward me in a puke yellow jacket, and then a blonde woman came from the right side and was about 10' away, leading ahead of me. And in another amazing coincidence, her yellow blonde hair matched the male's puke yellow jacket in color near perfectly. This would seem to be a case of attempting to capture her "blonde aura" and somehow leverage that to assess/measure the relative detriment of aura associated with the male and his despicable choice (har, har) in jacket color.
Another lead-ahead male ambulatory gangstalker on the street was some 50' ahead of me, and lead me for some three blocks (10 minutes) and also "happened" to be going to the same store as I was. And lo, if he wasn't gangstalking me and flipping his hands about in the store in two locations, and not appearing to be doing any shopping.
My grocery store visit was another holy gangstalk event. The stocking "staff" were placed in five locations, four of the five locations I went to, and they were busy crouching down with knees on the floor even, nearly all of them in black clothing, the seeming standard there. Their other role is to parade brown cardboard boxes in front of me, especially at aisle constriction locations. Never have I seen a grocery store with so many staff in the aisles, and at a busy noon day time. And the cashier that makes repeated pass-bys was also on duty again, she must be six for six in sucessive store visits in "happening" to course behind my back, packing my groceries, or as a cashier. (Normally in that store there is very little same-till coincidence with the cashiers). She must be my big girl gangstalker of the day, one of the perps' core gangstalker demographics.
And I can be assured that all my intrinsic likes and dislikes are near public knowledge, and that the perps construct gangstalking and stunt scenarios around each. The brown color problem that I am routinely exposed to (per above cardboard boxes) comes to mind, with some more below. Whis has been covered in my favored/unfavored quantification, whatever that means in perpland in all their sick-minded depravity.
1345h
Another building pounding door slamming; when is this bizarre orchestration going to end? It is emininently possible to close the door quietly, and the only person that does that is me.
And do it again, the third such today, this being the inaugural day of loud door slamming, as opposed to regular door slamming.
1430h
The perps wiped out my browser bar and were on top of me with overhead clunking noises as I attempted to steer out of that predicament. Small things are the biggest things to fuck with these days;
1600h
Finally, some relative quiet, even after tea and chocolate. Though, the chocolate "crumbed" itself, as there must of been at least a dozen crumbs that self-erupted, one on the sleeve of my short sleeve shirt before it disappeared. Objects defying gravity are nothing new here. And in concert with the event of having chocolate, the perps put on a chocolate brown Volvo 244, the same make as my last vehicle, and 20' beyond it, they put on a mid-brown Volvo 850/V70 wagon, the style before 2001 when that model got the jelly bean look with kicked-in like door panels. And the perps seemed to have arranged for the aforementioned brown Volvo 244 to be backlit with the sun behind it, likely to reduce the intensity of the color and to possibly thwart me taking a picture of it.
1930h
The onset of shower stalking; that is, gangstalking in the next door bathroom in the form of taking a shower. In this case the associated noises were timed for mouse clickings, text selection (blue reverse text box), and page display onset. Mostly, in a rare post dinner time, the noisescape has been on the calmer side with the odd front door slamming and the associated room shaking. I had a group of girls chatting outside my room in the adjacent parking lot for five minutes, and then they took off. There is no point in asking why this would be happening in a dark corner on a Wednesday evening, as the cover story requirement is routinely ignored nowadays.
2240h
There has been a dull, but tolerable, roar of noisestalking tonight, except when it got into a noise flurry when I happened to be writing an email to a fellow TI, Anthony Brina, and when I addressed him in the possessive term "your", a glass bottle bashing noise erupted at that precise moment. It is simply amazing timing these assholes have.
Another short noise flurry erupted when I cleaned up the opening paragraph of this blog, in reference to my cynical take on the latest Indonesian aircraft disaster. I wasn't meaning to be insensitive about it, and I will admit to being jaded by the commonality of these events and the associated noise and plasma action anytime I read or see pictures about them.
A bum note to end this, but that is the nature of doing time in a covert constrictrions of my freedome
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