1335h
More extra-conventional bizarre-ness while having breakfast. A drop of goat milk travelled laterally 5" and landed on the rim of the bowl of cereal I was eating, and then split in two with a continuing drop that went some 8" further to land on the table. I had never seen this one before, and having mere laterally flying drops wasn't enough any more. As always, this was unbidden by me and in no way could any of actions at the moment could be construed as causitive. I had a few other goat milk drops materializing from nowhere and doing laterals, some within the bowl and some further onto the table surface, and again, I was doing absolutely nothing that could be deemed as a putative source. I had never seen the split drop with a two hop trick before, and I wanted to make sure that my faithful readers would be the first to know that the perps are going extra beserk today. And likely for yet more inanity; stupider and stupider seems to describe their current mindset.
Other flailings was over the power supply unit (PSU) for this PC, which is planned for an upgrade to accomodate a video card some day. After months of reading reviews, bookmarking prospective models, entering them onto a spreadsheet, and some contact with a local PC builder, I now find out that he only deals with one brand, one called Sparkle/SPI who I had never heard of. I defered to his experience, some 18 years of PC building, and will get an big whopping 900W PSU in a week or so. This would be another perp classic stunt; spawning endless rounds of research, often goaded by a player who strangely doesn't reveal their hand until later in the game, only to find it was a totally useless endeavor. (He could of told me this a few days ago, but strangely didn't). Just to think, I might have to do this again over motherboards, memory, video cards, and who knows what else. I cannot complain too much though, he does have longevity and reliability as pre-eminent considerations, and for me, this is as good as it gets. The perps wouldn't let me install two sticks of memory a few months ago, even if it was dead easy; they shut down the PC and I was obliged to remove it and it then began working again. I had to disconnect the PC and lug it a block to a local PC shop and have them install it. Needless to say, the gangstalking force was out in spades for my public PC lugging.
1555h
I am being forced into vertical sleepiness after tea and chocolate, and while online. In additon, my vision is getting blurred and dithered. One of those hot days "reactions" it would seem.
1615h
More vertical near sleep conditions are being applied. All the while, hotrod noise is somehow "getting through" my earmuffs. I get hotrod noise at a rate of two per minute, which is considerable for this downtown neighborhood IMHO.
1625h
More dull reading online as I come to the end of my regular web sites to visit. They have also been flashing plasma clouds and beams in my vision; yellow and blue are popular, and as are the maser and vision hacking games. In the later they disrupt my vision to then have the online text swirl, fall into a pattern, or othewise distort with direct invasion of my visual cortex. I see the job board is significantly less today; the perps have been totally confining me for the minimal effort today.
2100h
The perps got me steaming annoyed at the car dealership cleaning job tonight; they fucked me out of remembering to clean the glass table near the glass doors, and then fucked me out of remembering to take the bottle of glass cleaner with me when departing that area. A 60'x2 extra round trip for the assholes, back and forth.
Other weird shit at work was the Sales staff all departing by 1830h when they work until 1900h at this time of year with the longer daylight hours. I have no idea as to why they vacated the premises early, save the perp's orchestration demands. They have been keeping me to exit work at the same sun position, due W. it would seem, casting shadows directly at me and aligned with the street that I am walking to return to this here apartment. This is useful for the perps to conduct backlighting of the subjects in front of me, reducing the availible contrast so they can get just the shape of the Unfavored specimen; guts, bald heads, red heads (extra hair color) etc. The "hurry" nonsense will also be in play tomorrow night as well, as the boss man claims he needs to get off work earlier for some kind of social event.
I also got plenty of plasma attacks, where it appears as a retina burn and keeps following me around no matter which direction I look, often changing color depending on the background colors; blues, to reds and then yellows is common, these squiggles of plasma arranged to pursue me. I am also getting a return of the linear yellow flashing/strobing lights each time I arrive back in the Parts section. As I turn in differing directions the assholes put some more of this irritating strobe effect "from" the inside surface of my glasses. I have no idea as to why they are so transfixed about this particular change in venue, and why they need to apply that particular kind of fuckery there.
The senseless 2 cycle motorcycle noise is getting plenty of airtime tonight; about one every two minutes, heard through the earmuffs.
I am also getting more red flashes in my peripherial vision, and separately, yellow flashes. As always, they fill my visual field with masers and plasma projections, so I am constantly seeing through this screen of visual fuckery. The assholes will go so far as total vision obstruction which ends up in a screaming match with the assholes, then they back off. Just stupider and stupider.
2110h
Knee and leg torquing torture tonight. This fucking imposed restlessness that pisses me off intensely.
2145h
More forced restless legs with vision impairing jerkarounds at the same time. It is the worst of tortures to be so fucking restless and one cannot do anything about it. I even get jabbed in the ass by some unseen and unconventional force as well.
2245h
I was finally driven from online activities by the restless legs jerkaround, and forced to read a book for some 20 minutes before they dithered my reading vision. They also played games with the appearence of the text, as it was seeming to lift off the page. The assholes often do this same stunt when online; strangely manipulating my reading such that the text appears to move forward of this LCD surface on which it lies. This reading and text manipulation bullshit has been relatively new, this year in fact, and represents a new level of being able to fuck someone's life.
This one is done for the day, dull and kept as it has been. Another round tomorrow of the same thing no doubt, enforced boredom.
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Friday, May 22, 2009
Monday, October 08, 2007
My Abiding Masers and Plasma
1445h
After a stayover at my parent's place, and Thanksgiving dinner last night for which my in-town brother came for, I am always glad to be free from the nut show that goes on, observing the usual perp scripted routines that have become so predictable. Still, the big thing when watching TV is for my parents, and now my brother, to be playing with their feet, and arranging them in a mirror image symmetry, feet as close to being in my view of the TV as possible. And I got to ask my brother about these bizarre routines and relate how they are identical to those of the ambulatory gangstalking community on the street, and he blew me off again, putting on his trademark smirk. It is so fucking tiresome to be constantly fucked with by those who keep playing games and won't even answer a basic question without being evasive. Getting supreme typo sabotage.... time to stop journalling for now.
1555h
A succession of noises, now with at least four loud mufflered vehicles in the last five minutes, as if a biker bar was nearby. All projected noise, and nearly always suddenly getting louder as I am about to plug my ears to the long trail off decay. That takes coordination, timing :my" (read, governed) reaction. And this "happens" most often when I am reading web pages full of text, in varying font. color and lineweight sizes. The perps have a total obsession in how I percieve text, words, paragraphs etc. They even have one SUV vehicle driving around with a four foot high letter "A" on it. And I get to see it at least once every two weeks or so, and it even parked outside my last place for over two hours. I do not know why the perps are so rabid about text perception, and this is just to document it only. Other games they have going on TV is placing text over someone's face, showing fragments of text, text morphing into other shapes etc.
I suspect facial recognition is also a big obsession for the perps. Today they augmented my mother's face by placing a sheet of maser energy on the side of her face so they could then have a defineable separation of her face and neck. And she seemed to know that was the case at the time, holding her head still while she was talking. All the hand and arm waving that goes on around me, temporary visual facial obstruction, must surely feed into this objective, whatever it is.
This current noiseflurry has started up while I was reading about aliens, and continues as I blog these very words. Overhead pounding, clunking, hallway thuddings, outside brake squealings etc. Time to give this one a rest, and go get something to eat.
1700h
More pictures from last week
This stopping at the traffic control in the crosswalk is getting plenty of action; this is the first of two that were allowed to be photographed today. The hokey ladder on top is for whatever reason that the perps have at least 5% of the vehicles packing ladders for some strange reason. Another "ladder moment" occured later on this walk with two operatives carrying one accross the street just outside the yoga classroom building, and is shown in a recent past blog.
This picture of this strangely dressed man for the shopping neighborhood is for the out-of-focus grey trailer on the left. This must be a set-up as I did not notice that this very same trailer "happens" to show up in the next picture. This would of been ~1420h when I was walking to the gym.
Then at 1535h, after my gym workout, at the same intersection immediately above, the grey trailer "shows up" in the center of three burgundy colored vehicles arranged in the intersection, and still hauling some kind of blue plastic in it. The vehicular gangstalking is particularly beserk immediately following my gym workouts, just as that of immediately following yoga when they often put on military dressed gangstalkers, and now negros as soon as I get out the door.
Then the confabs in the street act; three operatives standing immediately outside the exit door of the drugstore, one with the red hair, one of the unfavored demographics the perps like me to exposed to. Later on this trip, the perps arranged five dudes hanging outside a parked vehicle at the curb, door open. Also of note is the MIB dude, walking ahead of me with his black watch cap and who was putting on the waddling-while-walking act. I eventually caught up to him as passed by with the usual fast gait that I am allowed to have. Then, only 150' further on this sidewalk, when a bus was pulling into a bus stop on the opposite side of the road, this MIB operative comes running up behind me on the sidewalk, cuts in front of me and runs across a four lane thoroughfare that "happened" to be free of traffic, waves for the bus driver's attention to hold the bus, and then boards it. I have never seen something so bizarre in all my life, walking to get to a bus stop on the wrong side of the road. Or else this sudden change of plan, which makes even less sense.
And this is very common now; stopping for a red light in the middle of the crosswalk. It used to be that pulling past the stop line was the perp standard routine, all to have a wide white line under the vehicle. Now, pulling across the crosswalk is "happening" at least once every gym outing. And, no coincidence either, most of the crosswalk stopping pictures have been altered in my camera, and this is the second such picture allowed. (Above, being the first, same vehicle, note).
1725h
And to finish the above off, I very loud motorcycle noise came on as I was re-reading what I typed, and now some chair bashing, where some kind of nudge is applied to the chair, and it would now seem, the perps can control if I notice this latest incursion method.
1815h
After some extremely aggravating harassment while making and eating dinner, e.g. olive oil flicking, leg jabbing, pant leg vibrating, applied pressure to my kidneys, crotch jamming (as if my pants had bunched up there for unknown reasons), and railing at the assholes per mind-fuck "reaction", I now get forced to take a pee when I didn't need to. Only in the bathroom do I find out that the perps also caused this new coldsore at the leftside mouth corner to bleed while all that was going on. Just another stunt for them, extreme aggravation for me. Now they have started up the forehead numbing.
Something I found at this link is excerpted below;
2205h
I tried to verify the above patent, but came up with something way weird. Needs research to ascertain accuracy. This looks like the real thing, and it is funny my doctor never gets into just what his diagnosis is.
10-09-2007
1028h
I got fucked out of posting this last night.
After a stayover at my parent's place, and Thanksgiving dinner last night for which my in-town brother came for, I am always glad to be free from the nut show that goes on, observing the usual perp scripted routines that have become so predictable. Still, the big thing when watching TV is for my parents, and now my brother, to be playing with their feet, and arranging them in a mirror image symmetry, feet as close to being in my view of the TV as possible. And I got to ask my brother about these bizarre routines and relate how they are identical to those of the ambulatory gangstalking community on the street, and he blew me off again, putting on his trademark smirk. It is so fucking tiresome to be constantly fucked with by those who keep playing games and won't even answer a basic question without being evasive. Getting supreme typo sabotage.... time to stop journalling for now.
1555h
A succession of noises, now with at least four loud mufflered vehicles in the last five minutes, as if a biker bar was nearby. All projected noise, and nearly always suddenly getting louder as I am about to plug my ears to the long trail off decay. That takes coordination, timing :my" (read, governed) reaction. And this "happens" most often when I am reading web pages full of text, in varying font. color and lineweight sizes. The perps have a total obsession in how I percieve text, words, paragraphs etc. They even have one SUV vehicle driving around with a four foot high letter "A" on it. And I get to see it at least once every two weeks or so, and it even parked outside my last place for over two hours. I do not know why the perps are so rabid about text perception, and this is just to document it only. Other games they have going on TV is placing text over someone's face, showing fragments of text, text morphing into other shapes etc.
I suspect facial recognition is also a big obsession for the perps. Today they augmented my mother's face by placing a sheet of maser energy on the side of her face so they could then have a defineable separation of her face and neck. And she seemed to know that was the case at the time, holding her head still while she was talking. All the hand and arm waving that goes on around me, temporary visual facial obstruction, must surely feed into this objective, whatever it is.
This current noiseflurry has started up while I was reading about aliens, and continues as I blog these very words. Overhead pounding, clunking, hallway thuddings, outside brake squealings etc. Time to give this one a rest, and go get something to eat.
1700h
More pictures from last week
This stopping at the traffic control in the crosswalk is getting plenty of action; this is the first of two that were allowed to be photographed today. The hokey ladder on top is for whatever reason that the perps have at least 5% of the vehicles packing ladders for some strange reason. Another "ladder moment" occured later on this walk with two operatives carrying one accross the street just outside the yoga classroom building, and is shown in a recent past blog.
This picture of this strangely dressed man for the shopping neighborhood is for the out-of-focus grey trailer on the left. This must be a set-up as I did not notice that this very same trailer "happens" to show up in the next picture. This would of been ~1420h when I was walking to the gym.
Then at 1535h, after my gym workout, at the same intersection immediately above, the grey trailer "shows up" in the center of three burgundy colored vehicles arranged in the intersection, and still hauling some kind of blue plastic in it. The vehicular gangstalking is particularly beserk immediately following my gym workouts, just as that of immediately following yoga when they often put on military dressed gangstalkers, and now negros as soon as I get out the door.
Then the confabs in the street act; three operatives standing immediately outside the exit door of the drugstore, one with the red hair, one of the unfavored demographics the perps like me to exposed to. Later on this trip, the perps arranged five dudes hanging outside a parked vehicle at the curb, door open. Also of note is the MIB dude, walking ahead of me with his black watch cap and who was putting on the waddling-while-walking act. I eventually caught up to him as passed by with the usual fast gait that I am allowed to have. Then, only 150' further on this sidewalk, when a bus was pulling into a bus stop on the opposite side of the road, this MIB operative comes running up behind me on the sidewalk, cuts in front of me and runs across a four lane thoroughfare that "happened" to be free of traffic, waves for the bus driver's attention to hold the bus, and then boards it. I have never seen something so bizarre in all my life, walking to get to a bus stop on the wrong side of the road. Or else this sudden change of plan, which makes even less sense.
And this is very common now; stopping for a red light in the middle of the crosswalk. It used to be that pulling past the stop line was the perp standard routine, all to have a wide white line under the vehicle. Now, pulling across the crosswalk is "happening" at least once every gym outing. And, no coincidence either, most of the crosswalk stopping pictures have been altered in my camera, and this is the second such picture allowed. (Above, being the first, same vehicle, note).
1725h
And to finish the above off, I very loud motorcycle noise came on as I was re-reading what I typed, and now some chair bashing, where some kind of nudge is applied to the chair, and it would now seem, the perps can control if I notice this latest incursion method.
1815h
After some extremely aggravating harassment while making and eating dinner, e.g. olive oil flicking, leg jabbing, pant leg vibrating, applied pressure to my kidneys, crotch jamming (as if my pants had bunched up there for unknown reasons), and railing at the assholes per mind-fuck "reaction", I now get forced to take a pee when I didn't need to. Only in the bathroom do I find out that the perps also caused this new coldsore at the leftside mouth corner to bleed while all that was going on. Just another stunt for them, extreme aggravation for me. Now they have started up the forehead numbing.
Something I found at this link is excerpted below;
The experiment has been confirmed in US Patent 6 587 729, “Apparatus for Audibly Communicating Speech Using the Radio Frequency Hearing Effect” [6]. This patent is for an improved version of the apparatus used in the 1973 laboratory experiment, issued on July 1, 2003 and assigned to the Secretary of the Air Force. It provides scientific evidence that it is possible to hear threatening voices in one’s head without suffering from paranoid schizophrenia.I haven't yet verified the information above, but this is not totally new.
2205h
I tried to verify the above patent, but came up with something way weird. Needs research to ascertain accuracy. This looks like the real thing, and it is funny my doctor never gets into just what his diagnosis is.
10-09-2007
1028h
I got fucked out of posting this last night.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
A Two Outing Day
1555h
Two outings in one day is a big deal for the perps as they often script no events for shut-in days and have me suffer from (or create) cabin fever by the next day.
It was yoga at 1130h and a doctor's appointment at 1430h. The yoga went well, the main harassment events were plasma beams all over the place, some masers, wobbling me when balanced on one foot, and the litany of gangstalk action that I can see outside, through the windows. In the last-mentioned case, there was the usual parade of men mostly, with some vehicular action and sirens going off once the window was opened. A red dressed person retrieving items from a red vehicles's trunk was one such orchestrated feint.
The instructor's bright red hair has been toned down some I noticed, quite possibly for perp reasons as they frequently plant red haired shills or operatives around me, and have been doing this since high school, though I did not know it to be orchestrated then. Another of those not-my-problem situations that I am forced to participate in. Not that I have anything personal about redheads, it is not my favorite hair color and I have no reason why. It could be related to the perp's traumatizations in early development years, or it could well be one of the created aversions their irradiations (of my brain) created at that time. In a past blog I mentioned there was a red hair aversive Asian woman I had read about in a memoir, and so it is likely there are some specific brain energies and/or locations where that particular phobia is retained.
After lunch I set off to the doctor's appointment by walking there, a 25 minute city street walk each way. At one juncture, there were three gangstalking parties up to 100' ahead of me, and each was wearing green, as was I. My jacket is olive drab, and there was a woman with a brighter olive green jacket ahead of me, then a woman with a near olive drab backpack, and beyond them, a party of two, one in olive drab and the other in a aqua green.
As I walked beside a main traffic artery there was 300 to 500 gangstalking vehicles arranged and coordinated on my walk as if a near permanent rush hour was in progress,- not this city. The perps went nuts on red again, packing four deep red colored vehicles together with a cyclist in front of them, wearing a red helmet at one location.
When I returned on the same route, they arranged for the first three gangstalk parties to be wearing shades of green, more grass green this time, and not the olive green variants to my outbound journey leg.
I had my glass bottle basher enroute as well; the vagrant with shopping cart and loads of plastic bags act again, this time with some "finds" to serve as the glass to bash together as I approached this vagrant act. The perps must keep the same props somewhere, and trot out different vagrants, as some have been women even.
1825h
As this is the post-dinner digestion period and the dusk onset time, both being drivers in being noisestalked, masered and plasma-ed; this is a double-up harassment time. The lead footed hallway walkers with jingling keys are making pass-bys, slamming the front door and shaking this room as a putative cause, and then there are outside vehicles brakes squeaking, loud mufflers resonating and other noises. Now the smell jamming into my nose has begun, and the assholes don't like it much when I blow out the smell as they come back with another snort for me.
Today's doctors' appointment wasn't the usual frisson, he was actually calm instead of baiting me in his setup games, though as usual, he had nothing to say to the agglomeration of red and white vehicles around me, the most inexplicable event being some six of each color at one intersection, and then again at the same intersection the next day.
The doctor's waiting room act is typically a perp stunt center, and sure enough, four gangstalkers came in around me shortly after I arrived, one to show off his vile yellow jacket. And there is also a parade of putative staff backing and forthing beyond the waiting area, and one who came, then departed for a back and forth inside of a few minutes (normal), but then somehow arrived again within a few minutes as he was exiting for the second time. He must of been on a teleport job as I cannot see how he would of got back so fast by an alternate route.
When I was walking home, the perps got into their shoe fetish by launching a pair of runners fixed together by their shoelaces onto the overhead powerlines. I always wondered when I saw this in the past as to who would be so idiotic to do that and for what purpose, especially if the runners are in good condition. Now that I know I have an army of arrangers around me all the time, it makes sense, especially when they have a fascination with shoes. Operatives and shills often look at their footwear soles in public, my shoes get unconventionally trashed to neccessitate more visits to the cobbler, the perps place their feet up on railings if availible and a whole host of games that go with configuring shoes in my proximity.
Perhaps Imelda Marcos and her 800 pairs of shoes had a hidden hand in feeding this fetish that she could afford to indulge in.
1955h
Relative quiet at last, the vibrating PC noise excepted, one of the add-ons when it was out for repair three weeks ago. This is not unusual, especially for the PC. One time it went in and when it came back there was a 3" long 1/8" vertical groove routed down the center under the on button. It was cut into the plastic front/fascia but not through as there was a sub-millimeter remaining bridge in the bottom of the groove. About a year later, when it was taken in again, the groove was cut through, leaving an open slot. Additionally, there were at least two LED lights installed, one red and the other green. I didn't have them before, and I still didn't know why they were put in. Then last year when the PC was in for a new motherboard, the perps filled the slot with a transparent plastic to reveal the colors of the LED lights they arranged behind the plastic facia. This represents over two years of progressive pissing with the plastic fascia of the PC, and no wonder they didn't want me to order a new case when the PC was rebuilt last September (2006), as it is the only original part now.
2035h
A siren cascade has been put on for me to hear; and they added in one of their absurdities. This is a 1960's siren sound, sandwiched between the current day siren noise. Plus they constantly put on a diesel engined vehicle noise into the mix. There just maybe some early childhood recall/association of that characteristic siren sound; I would of been 6 to 15 years old then. Every two months or so they add this characteristic noise.
2105h
The water dripping noise torture has started up again; this is the purported sink, where "somehow" a trickle of water supply then creates these electronic like loud dripping noise, as if I was stuck at the bottom of a deep well. This little stunt began about a month ago and comes and goes as to the degree of annoyance.
Another affronting stunt has been the arrival of various (foreign) colored crumbs that could not of developed from anything I have or did. And they can show up in the strangest of places; behind my ear, under my seat, on my coffee pot (coffee inside the vessel), and even on surfaces that I am not using at the time. One crumb this morning was mysterious enough that I picked it up with a paper towel and disposed of both in the garbage. I didn't want to know.
2135h
More shower-stalking in the next door bathroom; this is at least the third one this evening, and like the last one, it follows when I am reading some interesting story/article that is text only, and no visual web images. Curiously, anytime tonight that I use the vertical scroll to fast, the text "melts" into a blurr, unlike anything I have seen before in Windows.
Another stunt that is playing out tonight is for the perps to suck the blackness and line width consistency from the text that is on my LCD display. This game has reached more frequent levels of late, and is on par with reducing text size as well. There is a "leached out" look to all text that they somehow create, usually in mid-session on the PC. I have no idea what they are doing or what the objective is.
I got my hand whacked at lunchtime earlier today. Nothing visible contacted my hand, though I had the cheese slicer in motion and then there sensation on my left hand without the slicer causing it. I have been through one of these before in the same circumstances; the perps invoke a cut to my hand, my left thumb actually, and then go on to keep it bleeding for a while longer. And this "cut" took at least six weeks for the redness to disappear, and I am sure that was out the the goodness of their sick hearts as they do like me to have red spots on my skin.
But this time, it was two cuts 1/4" apart in two styles; one a direct puncture and the other a scrape revealing a subdermal layer which then bled. And of course I had no bandaids by dint of forward perp planning, and the steptic pencil also "became" problematic in stemming the flow for a time. And since I was needing a new roll of paper towel, why not have me stem the flow with an towel from the old roll (brown center (core) cylinder visible through last paper towel, note), and then again with the new roll? This would be a way to measure the "browness" glow that came off each of the two rolls of paper towel from the cardboard center cylinder against my blood (color).
The perps spend no end of time putting red vehicles in front of green ones, and vice versa, and are now putting red ones in front of brown colored vehicles. It seems that this little bloodletting exercise is an attempt to measure red blood and brown color interaction energetics comparable to that of their vehicle color coordination games. Or, at least this is my interpretation of what the assholes are up to, having seen innumerable brown color games to date since they let me in on them screwing my life over. Sponsoring wars and disasters isn't enough for the perps it seems, and are back to cutting my thumb with action-at-a-distance applications, and now I get the pleasure of watching it heal 10 times slower than normal, all to play red color games again.
2300h
And as a finale for the day, the perps have arranged a fruit fly to dive bomb me in the face, a new fly behavior that they have added since this criminality began almost five years ago.
Time to call it a blog, and deal with getting to bed.
Two outings in one day is a big deal for the perps as they often script no events for shut-in days and have me suffer from (or create) cabin fever by the next day.
It was yoga at 1130h and a doctor's appointment at 1430h. The yoga went well, the main harassment events were plasma beams all over the place, some masers, wobbling me when balanced on one foot, and the litany of gangstalk action that I can see outside, through the windows. In the last-mentioned case, there was the usual parade of men mostly, with some vehicular action and sirens going off once the window was opened. A red dressed person retrieving items from a red vehicles's trunk was one such orchestrated feint.
The instructor's bright red hair has been toned down some I noticed, quite possibly for perp reasons as they frequently plant red haired shills or operatives around me, and have been doing this since high school, though I did not know it to be orchestrated then. Another of those not-my-problem situations that I am forced to participate in. Not that I have anything personal about redheads, it is not my favorite hair color and I have no reason why. It could be related to the perp's traumatizations in early development years, or it could well be one of the created aversions their irradiations (of my brain) created at that time. In a past blog I mentioned there was a red hair aversive Asian woman I had read about in a memoir, and so it is likely there are some specific brain energies and/or locations where that particular phobia is retained.
After lunch I set off to the doctor's appointment by walking there, a 25 minute city street walk each way. At one juncture, there were three gangstalking parties up to 100' ahead of me, and each was wearing green, as was I. My jacket is olive drab, and there was a woman with a brighter olive green jacket ahead of me, then a woman with a near olive drab backpack, and beyond them, a party of two, one in olive drab and the other in a aqua green.
As I walked beside a main traffic artery there was 300 to 500 gangstalking vehicles arranged and coordinated on my walk as if a near permanent rush hour was in progress,- not this city. The perps went nuts on red again, packing four deep red colored vehicles together with a cyclist in front of them, wearing a red helmet at one location.
When I returned on the same route, they arranged for the first three gangstalk parties to be wearing shades of green, more grass green this time, and not the olive green variants to my outbound journey leg.
I had my glass bottle basher enroute as well; the vagrant with shopping cart and loads of plastic bags act again, this time with some "finds" to serve as the glass to bash together as I approached this vagrant act. The perps must keep the same props somewhere, and trot out different vagrants, as some have been women even.
1825h
As this is the post-dinner digestion period and the dusk onset time, both being drivers in being noisestalked, masered and plasma-ed; this is a double-up harassment time. The lead footed hallway walkers with jingling keys are making pass-bys, slamming the front door and shaking this room as a putative cause, and then there are outside vehicles brakes squeaking, loud mufflers resonating and other noises. Now the smell jamming into my nose has begun, and the assholes don't like it much when I blow out the smell as they come back with another snort for me.
Today's doctors' appointment wasn't the usual frisson, he was actually calm instead of baiting me in his setup games, though as usual, he had nothing to say to the agglomeration of red and white vehicles around me, the most inexplicable event being some six of each color at one intersection, and then again at the same intersection the next day.
The doctor's waiting room act is typically a perp stunt center, and sure enough, four gangstalkers came in around me shortly after I arrived, one to show off his vile yellow jacket. And there is also a parade of putative staff backing and forthing beyond the waiting area, and one who came, then departed for a back and forth inside of a few minutes (normal), but then somehow arrived again within a few minutes as he was exiting for the second time. He must of been on a teleport job as I cannot see how he would of got back so fast by an alternate route.
When I was walking home, the perps got into their shoe fetish by launching a pair of runners fixed together by their shoelaces onto the overhead powerlines. I always wondered when I saw this in the past as to who would be so idiotic to do that and for what purpose, especially if the runners are in good condition. Now that I know I have an army of arrangers around me all the time, it makes sense, especially when they have a fascination with shoes. Operatives and shills often look at their footwear soles in public, my shoes get unconventionally trashed to neccessitate more visits to the cobbler, the perps place their feet up on railings if availible and a whole host of games that go with configuring shoes in my proximity.
Perhaps Imelda Marcos and her 800 pairs of shoes had a hidden hand in feeding this fetish that she could afford to indulge in.
1955h
Relative quiet at last, the vibrating PC noise excepted, one of the add-ons when it was out for repair three weeks ago. This is not unusual, especially for the PC. One time it went in and when it came back there was a 3" long 1/8" vertical groove routed down the center under the on button. It was cut into the plastic front/fascia but not through as there was a sub-millimeter remaining bridge in the bottom of the groove. About a year later, when it was taken in again, the groove was cut through, leaving an open slot. Additionally, there were at least two LED lights installed, one red and the other green. I didn't have them before, and I still didn't know why they were put in. Then last year when the PC was in for a new motherboard, the perps filled the slot with a transparent plastic to reveal the colors of the LED lights they arranged behind the plastic facia. This represents over two years of progressive pissing with the plastic fascia of the PC, and no wonder they didn't want me to order a new case when the PC was rebuilt last September (2006), as it is the only original part now.
2035h
A siren cascade has been put on for me to hear; and they added in one of their absurdities. This is a 1960's siren sound, sandwiched between the current day siren noise. Plus they constantly put on a diesel engined vehicle noise into the mix. There just maybe some early childhood recall/association of that characteristic siren sound; I would of been 6 to 15 years old then. Every two months or so they add this characteristic noise.
2105h
The water dripping noise torture has started up again; this is the purported sink, where "somehow" a trickle of water supply then creates these electronic like loud dripping noise, as if I was stuck at the bottom of a deep well. This little stunt began about a month ago and comes and goes as to the degree of annoyance.
Another affronting stunt has been the arrival of various (foreign) colored crumbs that could not of developed from anything I have or did. And they can show up in the strangest of places; behind my ear, under my seat, on my coffee pot (coffee inside the vessel), and even on surfaces that I am not using at the time. One crumb this morning was mysterious enough that I picked it up with a paper towel and disposed of both in the garbage. I didn't want to know.
2135h
More shower-stalking in the next door bathroom; this is at least the third one this evening, and like the last one, it follows when I am reading some interesting story/article that is text only, and no visual web images. Curiously, anytime tonight that I use the vertical scroll to fast, the text "melts" into a blurr, unlike anything I have seen before in Windows.
Another stunt that is playing out tonight is for the perps to suck the blackness and line width consistency from the text that is on my LCD display. This game has reached more frequent levels of late, and is on par with reducing text size as well. There is a "leached out" look to all text that they somehow create, usually in mid-session on the PC. I have no idea what they are doing or what the objective is.
I got my hand whacked at lunchtime earlier today. Nothing visible contacted my hand, though I had the cheese slicer in motion and then there sensation on my left hand without the slicer causing it. I have been through one of these before in the same circumstances; the perps invoke a cut to my hand, my left thumb actually, and then go on to keep it bleeding for a while longer. And this "cut" took at least six weeks for the redness to disappear, and I am sure that was out the the goodness of their sick hearts as they do like me to have red spots on my skin.
But this time, it was two cuts 1/4" apart in two styles; one a direct puncture and the other a scrape revealing a subdermal layer which then bled. And of course I had no bandaids by dint of forward perp planning, and the steptic pencil also "became" problematic in stemming the flow for a time. And since I was needing a new roll of paper towel, why not have me stem the flow with an towel from the old roll (brown center (core) cylinder visible through last paper towel, note), and then again with the new roll? This would be a way to measure the "browness" glow that came off each of the two rolls of paper towel from the cardboard center cylinder against my blood (color).
The perps spend no end of time putting red vehicles in front of green ones, and vice versa, and are now putting red ones in front of brown colored vehicles. It seems that this little bloodletting exercise is an attempt to measure red blood and brown color interaction energetics comparable to that of their vehicle color coordination games. Or, at least this is my interpretation of what the assholes are up to, having seen innumerable brown color games to date since they let me in on them screwing my life over. Sponsoring wars and disasters isn't enough for the perps it seems, and are back to cutting my thumb with action-at-a-distance applications, and now I get the pleasure of watching it heal 10 times slower than normal, all to play red color games again.
2300h
And as a finale for the day, the perps have arranged a fruit fly to dive bomb me in the face, a new fly behavior that they have added since this criminality began almost five years ago.
Time to call it a blog, and deal with getting to bed.
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