1345h
My long standing choice in peanut butter, an every morning staple, is creamy peanut butter. I don't know why, and it may well be a planted notion that has some degree of concordance with my own predilections, assuming those are my own. In this situation of controlled crumbs and corn flakes, one cannot be sure of anything, save this depraved harassment.
Yesterday, at the supermarket, they fucked me out of recalling that I needed to get peanut butter, and only reminded me when I reached the checkout. So, back again, and this time, I wasn't allowed to recall the fact that I have been screwed in the past over getting the wrong kind of peanut butter, or that my preference is creamy, or that the perps use the crunchy kind as an excuse to make extra noise in my mouth while eating it; no such recall allowed. They had me buy crunchy peanut butter and "somehow" i missed the different packaging, the label, and the rest of the usual differences, and found that "my choice" was crunchy peanut butter just this morning. This only serves as an example to the degree that I am managed and am being controlled to do things that are not my preference or my choice. It is utterly bizarre as it is depraved that I cannot be let alone to purchase whatever groceries that I want.
The pounding and thumping noise from this apartment building has started up as I write the above, and is again uniquely timed when repairing the forced typos (sabotage) that are going on, and hopefully you won't see.
1650h
I had a tea and chocolate break folllowed by a read of the national newspaper, the latter with a near serial background of loud mufflereed vehicle noise. Each noise event decays over five to ten seconds, and when two hands are free, I plug my ears with my fingers, as I am scripted to find these noises highly perturbing. So, with both hands busy with the newspaper, when does this spell of noise start up, why exactly then with the newspaper in hand. And various images and/or words are also singled out for more coincident transient noise; hallway clatter, faux percussive contruction noise, air pressure release noise, faux transiting buses and on it goes. The perps also add plasma games to modify the lighting coming off the page, and also create more contrast in page brightness across the fold. Reading newspapers is a big deal for the perps, and I cannot count how many times the operatives us it as a prop in their gangstalking act. That I delivered newspapers for two years in my teens was likely a setup, though that wasn't enough of that medium in the context of total life trashing as they declared their overt intrusions to me in 2002, but not directly of course, only indirectly through harassment and mind-control actions and all the family quislings that reared their sick heads.
And even maser beams are emanating off the newspaper, often from a picture or a name of a person. This does make me wonder about all these confidential personnel data files that go missing in some way, could this be to be able to psychically access these people, once they are through trashing my life around? Who knows.
I made an earlier trip to the LD store to get more dental floss and hand soap, and had my usual gangstalking posse around me, especiall at the front door where they had two air cadets on some kind of charity bullshit act. This allowed for more gangstalkers to linger at the front doors, and as soon as I arrive, they file through the doors ahead of me. Funny how that repeats, and that the same act was later put on me when shopping in the aisles of LD, newly constrained at the entrance with egress obstructing displays, often fabricated from steel mesh. Why don't they set up their equipment in the store instead of playing games with retail store displays, surely a less efficient bioenergetics assay device?
On the way back from the LD store I had my usual gangstalker posse, and then when attempting to get out of the elevator at my floor, some asshole, staring at me was blocking my egress. And I am not allowed to yell at these assholes, but the arrangement is for me to take a differing route out of the elevator, one foot removed from the usual path I take. What I cannot get over is the number of "individuals" who seemingly wait for the elevator 2" from the door, and "happen" to know which of the two is going to arrive, and are pre-readied to be staring at me. And I would not doubt that it was a morph-over of my father; the same eyes and color, height and build, save a gut up front which could of been prosthetic, as I have seen this before. My father has stared at me before, at his place, as if I was some freak he didn't know, and perhaps this was a replay of that bizarre behavior. The real test will be if I am allowed to ask him tomorrow when I visit, but no doubt that is planned for. The useless fucking asshole, assigning his children to EM attack and captivity from birth; I could never figure him out, so detached, but now I know why- I wasn't under his direction, it was the perps who took the front seat.
And more blatant typo sabotage in coming on, I'm ceasing posting for now.
1825h
More forced coughing for any authentic reason, save that someone wants to know more about my mouth contents at that particular moment. Regular readers will know that the perps are obsessed with my mouth contents, and nearly always place their proximate gangstalkers with their mouths hanging open, eating food, moving their tongue about, storing food in their mouth, chewing gum, smoking cigarettes, and countless more stunts to have their mouths open in my presence.
The ongoing serial loud mufflered vehicle noise train is continuing after having dinner; it is the major rape method today, aka neural diagnostic assay method. Now the sirens have been added to the mix to get some high frequency noise added at the same time. One would think this was an intersection of multiple freeways in this neighborhood going by the noise, but in fact, there is no such road within 30 miles. It is all part of this tiresome fuckery, now running for close to six year's worth; April 15 is the anniversary date, and as much as the perps pump this, it has no bearing whatsoever as to the harassment script.
1915h
I just got hammered with a fucking big zap with a simultaneous pounding noise overhead. And the sickos didn't waste anytime by having me scream at them, all per script of course. I have never been so unthinkingly reactive in all my life, especially with these assaults, but there is always a first time for anything "out of character". This happened at the instant of clicking on a button on the Amazon.com site to save a book to my wishlist. Fucking outrageous.
Now some kind of whine has started up, and this is the "silly time" for the perps, as it is dusk onset, and I don't yet have my apartment lighting on, something that adds to the problem they have it seems. Now pounding has started up, never mind asking how anyone can pound that thickness of concrete between floors, some 10" to 12" going by my observations of the many concrete buildings under construction in this city. I got up to put the lights on, and the perps have planted four vehicles outside on the street, one a silver colored van camper, about as aburd as one can get for downtown parking on a Saturday evening. Also part of this file of parked vehicles were two more white sedans and a red vehicle. And now, on with the "performance" muffler noise that has been keeping me all afternoon, and now into the evening, and very likely when I go to bed before sleep is allowed.
2140h
Now the "thoughtstalking" is coming on; an overhead pounding should a thought come to mind they the assholes didn't put there. Or, if they planted the thought, there is some kind of bioenergetic connection the seem to be looking for by way of deep neural responses to this noise campaign.
2200h
A deliberate sabotage to my web page caused me to cease browsing, and when swearing at the asshole, they put on the overhead clunking noise. It is "clunk stalking tonight, it seems.
2220h
More overhead noise thought or mouseclick stalking me, and another yelling at the assholes. And while doing so, a zinger maser, the fuzzy grey ball type, floated down from the smoke alarm that is nearly overhead while I am sitting at my desk. Maybe this is the newest escalation of harassment methods, making me yell, but thats been done from 2003 to 2006. Time to give that a rest and show up in person is what the perps need to consider.
2355h
Time to bail on another forced dull day, and ponder a new weekly harassment cycle that seems to begin on Sundays with a visit to my parent's place, Ground Zero for Remotely Applied Abuse and Harassment. And to think, I once thought it was just plain old physical abuse.
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Saturday, April 12, 2008
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Another Disrupted Night
1310h
An 0600h wake up and a 0800h get-up to hear the howling wind through the sill of the sliding glass door, the perp's assigned wind noise. I was allowed to get up and tape it over with drafting tape, and lo, if the faux wind howl reverted to a whistling noise, along with purported neighbor water use noise. The rain came lashing down after the second noise installment, to wet the streets down ahead of me going to yoga at 1115h.
There must be something about the chemical properties of drafting tape the perps want to know about, possibly because I am polluted with the same substance. I could not figure this out at the time, but going back decades "I" (read, mind-controlled me), had this habit of chewing on drafting tape as if it were chewing gum, something I never ordinarily chewed either. So after today's permitted drafting tape "prevention" of the perp's bullshit wind howling noise, that thought association was allowed to be made. It is clear to me, since at least six months ago, that there are very few associative thoughts were uncontrolled. If there were, they are immediately noisestalked. Now, I rarely get noisestalked for "thinking" of something that wasn't scripted.
There are a few change-ups today so far; starting on goat's milk after a plethora of planted web pages decrying the use of soy milk, and a different yoga intructor who ensured that the perp's purposes were served. After I picked my spot, and after the opening class "check in", she moved to a location where I had to look past the male student beside me to see her. A classic, attempting to blend blonde female aura spatially with male aura, or whatever is the purpose of placing blondes behind or next to unfavored members of a specific perp defined demographic group.
When I went to bed last night I got the start of the disruption games that continued in the morning; someone pounding on an nearby door six times, then hallway gabbing at 2400h, the overhead pounding started up, the faked sliding glass door noise moved from the desk area to overhead of my bed, a putative neighbor's toilet whine and water usage kept on for 40 minutes, loud mufflered vehicles kept trailing off into the distance, there were clickings in my apartment of no ostensible cause, and endless forced head flippings on the pillow, to one side, then the other within a minute, then repeat.
Then the above ructions started up again at about 0600h while the wind howling was going, and the perps kept pumping me with thoughts of this make-believe life scenario they have painted for me some years ago, and still continue with.
And some serious clothing color clashing was going on in yoga. A pink sweat top on the instructor who then pared down to a brown shirt later in the class. Then the woman who came in two pairs of green socks, red pants and a purple top then pulled her top to then reveal a dayglo fuschia T-shirt just to up the fugly factor. The third woman was in pink pants and a pink and grey checked shirt, and kept her clothing just the way it was.
Meanwhile, outside of the yoga class there was the usual contingent of red vehicles as well as some black colored ones, and an ongoing parade of passing vehicles which was way too much for a residential street. Then when out of the class, there were at least 20 red vehicles put on for my first minutes of walking along the thoroughfare, and then the usual crowd of operatives surfaced, packing brown paper bags, packing white plastic bags and also making dumbshit useless visits to their parked vehicles to grab a white paper document to accompany them in retracing their steps, and while following behind me. I have seen this before, and it would seem that the paper must serve as some kind of energy measure of the vehicle's internal energies, and then the perps chase me with this paper to determine what interaction I have vis a vis their vehicle by way of the paper they prominently display.
And two more cyclists on the sidewalk when walking back from yoga, the very perp exercise they like to have me complain about, one at a "busy" (read orchestrated, as this area isn't that busy at 1230h) intersection with at least 25 ambulatory operatives, and it is most odd that I am the only one who objects to the cyclists as they "miraculously" pick their way through their own crowd.
And more weird pedestrian games; there was a woman with a loud sharp clatter to her high heeled shoes that "somehow" ended up 20' behind me keeping up her shoe noise. There aren't many pedestrians that can walk as fast as I can, but somehow she arrived without being heard approaching. Then only 80' further at a traffic control, she did the same; she "somehow" got behind me without any noise of approach. Then when I was crossing the road on the signal, her shoes made this distinctive noise again, and she followed me making a 90 degree turn while I was dodging the above mentioned blue clothed cyclist. I was mind-fucked into swearing at the cyclist as I was turning 90 degrees, and my follower kept up this horrific noise with her shoes just behind me. I was glad enough to shake her bullshit, and rest of the games that go with the act.
1740h
I had quite the harassment event today, to the point of assault on the street no less. I got punched over the eye and it drew blood, and there was the whole deal to wait for the police and make a statement to them. And of course they asked why I take the pictures, and I was allowed to explain this harassment scenario briefly, and it was all done in 25 minutes. The instignating operative put on the act of not liking being photographed as a passenger in a vehicle, and hopped out and began harassing me. Then his ride took off, so it wasn't too important for him to rejoin his criminal friends. This is the same intersection that had six silver-grey vehicles clustered at the very same location two days ago.
And wouldn't one know, two deep red vehicles (blood color) pulled up outside the store where I was waiting for the police, and a few more same colored red vehicles were also coursing by as part of the traffic flow. Just another fluke it would seem, except that there aren't any in my life, and never has been. My glasses also got smacked up, and that will necessitate another repair event, as the assholes last broke my glasses in late 2002. Then, I used drafting tape to keep them together, and lo, if I didn't have a reason to use drafting tape earlier today, per above mentioned storm and the "wind howling".
And while giving my story to the police, a black dressed blonde operative in shades *no sun out) sits down outside one of the adjacent stores (no regular seating there), some 30' away, like some avatar to signify the sickos are still on me.
By the end of this, there was some blood on the floor of the store, dribbled down outside my jacket, and some still on my face, even though it had been cleaned up to some degree at least, as the store wouldn't provide me a washroom with a mirror in it. The storekeeper was Phillipino or some other race, and he, his wife, and child came to stand around like ranked soldiers, so I can only assume that they were also doing the perp's work, brown skin and all. And a few operatives also came to the store while waiting for the police, dressed in brown no less.
The police asked me if I wanted an ambulance at least twice, and I turned down the offer, as I really wasn't bleeding much when they arrived some 10 minutes later. Only some clean up was needed. And lo, if two ambulances some 5 minutes apart just didn't happen to be coursing by on the thoroughfare street when walking back to my place. The police couldn't give me a ride home, saying they had other calls. Translated, that means that the perps really wanted me to be wearing blood on my coat for energy assay purposes
I have given enough blood samples to the perps over the years, that they did not need to do any of this fucking around, physical assault on the streets. I get strange shaving cuts 4x per week for no apparent reason, and I had weekly blood samples when incarcerated in the hospital for six months. It is long past due that these gutless assholes got out of the closet and fronted for themselves. They are totally fucking nuts, and are running this town, and pouring billions each year down this rat hole of nonconsensual human experimentation. Whatever the perps's problem is with remote assay of the energetic properties my blood that they cannot determine is not mine. Five years of this boneheaded skullduggery now; get your sick asses out of the closet and show up.
And I get my answer in the form of overhead pounding noise, the one that floats about to wherever in the apartment I am, and that will be about it. Other than that, there is an errie all-quiet order out, and the fuckers must be revelling in this before dinner time, when digestion is at its lowest ebb. Now the silly faux neighbor water use noise has started its on-offs, customized to "erupt" when I am thinking something over. There have been five street altercations in the past year, and the perps are still pissing around pulling this bullshit off. Only two got physical, and one can be sure that the entire event was mind controlled from stem to stern. And I am still wondering why I wasn't allowed to defend myself and end up being their fucking door mat again.
I put the laundry on to clean up the blood mess on my coat, and I suspect this is also a big deal for the perps, having spread it all over the place earlier.
2000h
I got the usual gangstalking routines at gym class, perhaps a bit on the light side while wearing a shiny blue Capilene workout shirt. I also got plenty of red plasma flashes added over what I happened to be looking at, and some blue plasma flashes coming from darker shadows. After the above physical assault with blood letting, I am not surprised that I was readied all day, probably starting with the early wake up, overhead pounding noises and the faux caused wind howl. And to complete matters, the perps are starting up another wind storm tonight if the forecast is anything to go by, and they do get spoofed often enough.
I am now getting the 4 to 6x per year, or more, bullshit feed from the perps that they are winding down hostilities. This is probably a "feel good" jerkaround, as I have never been wrong in disbelieving this message for all the times before. This observation is strictly for documentation purposes, as there is no need to elaborate on the frenetic intensity of the harassment planning and organization, as well as seeing this town have no end of aerial additions and the maser and energy fields flitting about in the air, just above the buildings and the horizon. Then add all the news events that are also coordinated with name dropping and events in my sphere, e.g. all the news about the country named Turkey, and there is at least a year's worth of harassment activity to continue, never mind the big picture of other predominant news items that seem to have an association, if by nothing else but the noisestalking that "happens" routinely when I view planted stories and events online or in the newspaper.
Some more pictures from two days ago, my afternoon visit to the gym, with any of today's relevance added into the descriptions and photo annotations.
Thre white vehicles, two silver-grey vehicles and one black vehicle in a bidrectional cluster that "erupts" not far from me, some ~60' away.
Nothing particularly anomalous about this photo, save an likely operative cluster, not unlike the bidirectional vehicle pattern above. This photo is included to demonstrate the now-normal "habit" of a husband and wife ambulatory gangstalking team, she walking 6' behind. Yesterday, an Asian couple was 30' apart, he first and approaching my brother's passenger side of the van, and turning the corner just as we arrived. Both were wearing all black and white, but differing patterns.
This extra busy parking lot of the Caribbean Apartments photo is here for two reasons, one related to my local knowledge. The string on the left is illegally parked I happen to know, as the hospital entrance is nearby, and there are notices on all the doorways, and on the ground where the vehicles are parked, clearly stating,"immediate tow-away". This lot was emptied on my way back, and only two silver-grey vehicles were parked there an hour later, photo below. This same location will feature in a future blog photo, from 10-18-2007, where additional vehicles were added to park on the grass to the left side of this photo.
A perp fuzzed out photo of walker clashing and passing by. Nearly every time I am headed to the gym at this location the perps are putting on geriatrics in walkers.
There are five red vehicles in this picture; one behind the vehicle in the foreground visible only through the windows, the pickup truck behind it, and then the two red vehicles further back to the right. If recall serves me correctly, there were at least two more red vehicles in this proximity that I could not get into the picture.
This is the Caribbean Apartments parking lot featured above, one hour later and in the rain that sprang forth before I leaving the gym. The leftmost silver-grey mini-van may have stayed in place from the above photo, but the right silver-grey mini-van at 90 degrees offset, seems to have "arrived" in the intervening hour with all the other vehicles also departing.
Two white vehicles clustered around a parked red SUV, and an oncoming silver-grey or a light tan metallic vehicle. A yellow coated ambulatory gangstalker is just emerging from the cover of the white parked vehicle. This area, within a 100' radius, is a hotbed of yellow clothing colors, the louder the better. Even today, 10-18-2007, a very bright yellow wool poncho act was walking toward me at this location. Past blog postings have identified other yellow dressed gangstalkers here.
Just to show the orchestrated bozo driving going on; the mid-grey mini-van launching into a string of bumper to bumper vehicles while blocking the oncoming lane. The string on the right side were stopped at the light, and it had just turned green when the photo was taken. The mini-van was sitting broadside in the oncoming lane for about 40 seconds or so, and none of the right-side vehicles could legally move on the red light to accomodate the minivan driver attempting to "insert" his vehicle. Totally nuts by my standards.
Red arrangements again; vehicles on either side of the road and an ambulatory gangstalker in the red anorak between them. It can happen I suppose, but behind the oncoming red vehicle is another one; zooming in will pick it up. This ambulatory gangstalker (IMHO) marks the first of four that I encountered on this stretch of road, some 150'. And it was only red dressed gangstalkers, as there were no pedestrians in other clothing colors. See following photos, even if perp caused fuzzy.
Red ambulatory gangstalker #2 (IMHO); being planimetrically placed next to the red bus in the background is no coincidence either. A tight vehicle cluster on the right, though one would have to take my word on this one. This is at ~1540h, and a commute level traffic load is on the streets.
Ambulatory gangstalker #3 is coming toward me, not far, less than 50' from the above photo location.
Not truly ambulatory, but gangstalker #4 (IMHO), also wearing red, is cycling down the same stretch of road as in the above photos. Four successive people not in vehicles in, or gangstalkers as I see them, and no others, each wearing a red anorak or top, and with some red colore assists from the passing vehicular traffic, see above gangstalker #1 and #2 photos. Phenomenonal; can anyone tell me this is random with a straight face?
2120h
More pounding overhead while I am listening to Musikas, Blues for Transylvania. Just when I opened up the Yahoo Mail tab on my browser, a big overhead rumbling noise onset. An exciting moment for small minds.
2210h
An outburst of overhead rumbling ended my music interlude; invariably the perps have me cranked up about outside noise flurries penetrating the headphones or the earmuffs, and the mind-fuck "reaction" is to have me take them off. No choice in that. The perps like me listening to music while editing my pictures in Picasa; light filling, zooming in, cropping, looking for harassment details in the photograph, having my recall jogged as to who was doing what in the photo and so it goes.
Time to blog off on this eventful day.
An 0600h wake up and a 0800h get-up to hear the howling wind through the sill of the sliding glass door, the perp's assigned wind noise. I was allowed to get up and tape it over with drafting tape, and lo, if the faux wind howl reverted to a whistling noise, along with purported neighbor water use noise. The rain came lashing down after the second noise installment, to wet the streets down ahead of me going to yoga at 1115h.
There must be something about the chemical properties of drafting tape the perps want to know about, possibly because I am polluted with the same substance. I could not figure this out at the time, but going back decades "I" (read, mind-controlled me), had this habit of chewing on drafting tape as if it were chewing gum, something I never ordinarily chewed either. So after today's permitted drafting tape "prevention" of the perp's bullshit wind howling noise, that thought association was allowed to be made. It is clear to me, since at least six months ago, that there are very few associative thoughts were uncontrolled. If there were, they are immediately noisestalked. Now, I rarely get noisestalked for "thinking" of something that wasn't scripted.
There are a few change-ups today so far; starting on goat's milk after a plethora of planted web pages decrying the use of soy milk, and a different yoga intructor who ensured that the perp's purposes were served. After I picked my spot, and after the opening class "check in", she moved to a location where I had to look past the male student beside me to see her. A classic, attempting to blend blonde female aura spatially with male aura, or whatever is the purpose of placing blondes behind or next to unfavored members of a specific perp defined demographic group.
When I went to bed last night I got the start of the disruption games that continued in the morning; someone pounding on an nearby door six times, then hallway gabbing at 2400h, the overhead pounding started up, the faked sliding glass door noise moved from the desk area to overhead of my bed, a putative neighbor's toilet whine and water usage kept on for 40 minutes, loud mufflered vehicles kept trailing off into the distance, there were clickings in my apartment of no ostensible cause, and endless forced head flippings on the pillow, to one side, then the other within a minute, then repeat.
Then the above ructions started up again at about 0600h while the wind howling was going, and the perps kept pumping me with thoughts of this make-believe life scenario they have painted for me some years ago, and still continue with.
And some serious clothing color clashing was going on in yoga. A pink sweat top on the instructor who then pared down to a brown shirt later in the class. Then the woman who came in two pairs of green socks, red pants and a purple top then pulled her top to then reveal a dayglo fuschia T-shirt just to up the fugly factor. The third woman was in pink pants and a pink and grey checked shirt, and kept her clothing just the way it was.
Meanwhile, outside of the yoga class there was the usual contingent of red vehicles as well as some black colored ones, and an ongoing parade of passing vehicles which was way too much for a residential street. Then when out of the class, there were at least 20 red vehicles put on for my first minutes of walking along the thoroughfare, and then the usual crowd of operatives surfaced, packing brown paper bags, packing white plastic bags and also making dumbshit useless visits to their parked vehicles to grab a white paper document to accompany them in retracing their steps, and while following behind me. I have seen this before, and it would seem that the paper must serve as some kind of energy measure of the vehicle's internal energies, and then the perps chase me with this paper to determine what interaction I have vis a vis their vehicle by way of the paper they prominently display.
And two more cyclists on the sidewalk when walking back from yoga, the very perp exercise they like to have me complain about, one at a "busy" (read orchestrated, as this area isn't that busy at 1230h) intersection with at least 25 ambulatory operatives, and it is most odd that I am the only one who objects to the cyclists as they "miraculously" pick their way through their own crowd.
And more weird pedestrian games; there was a woman with a loud sharp clatter to her high heeled shoes that "somehow" ended up 20' behind me keeping up her shoe noise. There aren't many pedestrians that can walk as fast as I can, but somehow she arrived without being heard approaching. Then only 80' further at a traffic control, she did the same; she "somehow" got behind me without any noise of approach. Then when I was crossing the road on the signal, her shoes made this distinctive noise again, and she followed me making a 90 degree turn while I was dodging the above mentioned blue clothed cyclist. I was mind-fucked into swearing at the cyclist as I was turning 90 degrees, and my follower kept up this horrific noise with her shoes just behind me. I was glad enough to shake her bullshit, and rest of the games that go with the act.
1740h
I had quite the harassment event today, to the point of assault on the street no less. I got punched over the eye and it drew blood, and there was the whole deal to wait for the police and make a statement to them. And of course they asked why I take the pictures, and I was allowed to explain this harassment scenario briefly, and it was all done in 25 minutes. The instignating operative put on the act of not liking being photographed as a passenger in a vehicle, and hopped out and began harassing me. Then his ride took off, so it wasn't too important for him to rejoin his criminal friends. This is the same intersection that had six silver-grey vehicles clustered at the very same location two days ago.
And wouldn't one know, two deep red vehicles (blood color) pulled up outside the store where I was waiting for the police, and a few more same colored red vehicles were also coursing by as part of the traffic flow. Just another fluke it would seem, except that there aren't any in my life, and never has been. My glasses also got smacked up, and that will necessitate another repair event, as the assholes last broke my glasses in late 2002. Then, I used drafting tape to keep them together, and lo, if I didn't have a reason to use drafting tape earlier today, per above mentioned storm and the "wind howling".
And while giving my story to the police, a black dressed blonde operative in shades *no sun out) sits down outside one of the adjacent stores (no regular seating there), some 30' away, like some avatar to signify the sickos are still on me.
By the end of this, there was some blood on the floor of the store, dribbled down outside my jacket, and some still on my face, even though it had been cleaned up to some degree at least, as the store wouldn't provide me a washroom with a mirror in it. The storekeeper was Phillipino or some other race, and he, his wife, and child came to stand around like ranked soldiers, so I can only assume that they were also doing the perp's work, brown skin and all. And a few operatives also came to the store while waiting for the police, dressed in brown no less.
The police asked me if I wanted an ambulance at least twice, and I turned down the offer, as I really wasn't bleeding much when they arrived some 10 minutes later. Only some clean up was needed. And lo, if two ambulances some 5 minutes apart just didn't happen to be coursing by on the thoroughfare street when walking back to my place. The police couldn't give me a ride home, saying they had other calls. Translated, that means that the perps really wanted me to be wearing blood on my coat for energy assay purposes
I have given enough blood samples to the perps over the years, that they did not need to do any of this fucking around, physical assault on the streets. I get strange shaving cuts 4x per week for no apparent reason, and I had weekly blood samples when incarcerated in the hospital for six months. It is long past due that these gutless assholes got out of the closet and fronted for themselves. They are totally fucking nuts, and are running this town, and pouring billions each year down this rat hole of nonconsensual human experimentation. Whatever the perps's problem is with remote assay of the energetic properties my blood that they cannot determine is not mine. Five years of this boneheaded skullduggery now; get your sick asses out of the closet and show up.
And I get my answer in the form of overhead pounding noise, the one that floats about to wherever in the apartment I am, and that will be about it. Other than that, there is an errie all-quiet order out, and the fuckers must be revelling in this before dinner time, when digestion is at its lowest ebb. Now the silly faux neighbor water use noise has started its on-offs, customized to "erupt" when I am thinking something over. There have been five street altercations in the past year, and the perps are still pissing around pulling this bullshit off. Only two got physical, and one can be sure that the entire event was mind controlled from stem to stern. And I am still wondering why I wasn't allowed to defend myself and end up being their fucking door mat again.
I put the laundry on to clean up the blood mess on my coat, and I suspect this is also a big deal for the perps, having spread it all over the place earlier.
2000h
I got the usual gangstalking routines at gym class, perhaps a bit on the light side while wearing a shiny blue Capilene workout shirt. I also got plenty of red plasma flashes added over what I happened to be looking at, and some blue plasma flashes coming from darker shadows. After the above physical assault with blood letting, I am not surprised that I was readied all day, probably starting with the early wake up, overhead pounding noises and the faux caused wind howl. And to complete matters, the perps are starting up another wind storm tonight if the forecast is anything to go by, and they do get spoofed often enough.
I am now getting the 4 to 6x per year, or more, bullshit feed from the perps that they are winding down hostilities. This is probably a "feel good" jerkaround, as I have never been wrong in disbelieving this message for all the times before. This observation is strictly for documentation purposes, as there is no need to elaborate on the frenetic intensity of the harassment planning and organization, as well as seeing this town have no end of aerial additions and the maser and energy fields flitting about in the air, just above the buildings and the horizon. Then add all the news events that are also coordinated with name dropping and events in my sphere, e.g. all the news about the country named Turkey, and there is at least a year's worth of harassment activity to continue, never mind the big picture of other predominant news items that seem to have an association, if by nothing else but the noisestalking that "happens" routinely when I view planted stories and events online or in the newspaper.
Some more pictures from two days ago, my afternoon visit to the gym, with any of today's relevance added into the descriptions and photo annotations.
Thre white vehicles, two silver-grey vehicles and one black vehicle in a bidrectional cluster that "erupts" not far from me, some ~60' away.
Nothing particularly anomalous about this photo, save an likely operative cluster, not unlike the bidirectional vehicle pattern above. This photo is included to demonstrate the now-normal "habit" of a husband and wife ambulatory gangstalking team, she walking 6' behind. Yesterday, an Asian couple was 30' apart, he first and approaching my brother's passenger side of the van, and turning the corner just as we arrived. Both were wearing all black and white, but differing patterns.
This extra busy parking lot of the Caribbean Apartments photo is here for two reasons, one related to my local knowledge. The string on the left is illegally parked I happen to know, as the hospital entrance is nearby, and there are notices on all the doorways, and on the ground where the vehicles are parked, clearly stating,"immediate tow-away". This lot was emptied on my way back, and only two silver-grey vehicles were parked there an hour later, photo below. This same location will feature in a future blog photo, from 10-18-2007, where additional vehicles were added to park on the grass to the left side of this photo.
A perp fuzzed out photo of walker clashing and passing by. Nearly every time I am headed to the gym at this location the perps are putting on geriatrics in walkers.
There are five red vehicles in this picture; one behind the vehicle in the foreground visible only through the windows, the pickup truck behind it, and then the two red vehicles further back to the right. If recall serves me correctly, there were at least two more red vehicles in this proximity that I could not get into the picture.
This is the Caribbean Apartments parking lot featured above, one hour later and in the rain that sprang forth before I leaving the gym. The leftmost silver-grey mini-van may have stayed in place from the above photo, but the right silver-grey mini-van at 90 degrees offset, seems to have "arrived" in the intervening hour with all the other vehicles also departing.
Two white vehicles clustered around a parked red SUV, and an oncoming silver-grey or a light tan metallic vehicle. A yellow coated ambulatory gangstalker is just emerging from the cover of the white parked vehicle. This area, within a 100' radius, is a hotbed of yellow clothing colors, the louder the better. Even today, 10-18-2007, a very bright yellow wool poncho act was walking toward me at this location. Past blog postings have identified other yellow dressed gangstalkers here.
Just to show the orchestrated bozo driving going on; the mid-grey mini-van launching into a string of bumper to bumper vehicles while blocking the oncoming lane. The string on the right side were stopped at the light, and it had just turned green when the photo was taken. The mini-van was sitting broadside in the oncoming lane for about 40 seconds or so, and none of the right-side vehicles could legally move on the red light to accomodate the minivan driver attempting to "insert" his vehicle. Totally nuts by my standards.
Red arrangements again; vehicles on either side of the road and an ambulatory gangstalker in the red anorak between them. It can happen I suppose, but behind the oncoming red vehicle is another one; zooming in will pick it up. This ambulatory gangstalker (IMHO) marks the first of four that I encountered on this stretch of road, some 150'. And it was only red dressed gangstalkers, as there were no pedestrians in other clothing colors. See following photos, even if perp caused fuzzy.
Red ambulatory gangstalker #2 (IMHO); being planimetrically placed next to the red bus in the background is no coincidence either. A tight vehicle cluster on the right, though one would have to take my word on this one. This is at ~1540h, and a commute level traffic load is on the streets.
Ambulatory gangstalker #3 is coming toward me, not far, less than 50' from the above photo location.
Not truly ambulatory, but gangstalker #4 (IMHO), also wearing red, is cycling down the same stretch of road as in the above photos. Four successive people not in vehicles in, or gangstalkers as I see them, and no others, each wearing a red anorak or top, and with some red colore assists from the passing vehicular traffic, see above gangstalker #1 and #2 photos. Phenomenonal; can anyone tell me this is random with a straight face?
2120h
More pounding overhead while I am listening to Musikas, Blues for Transylvania. Just when I opened up the Yahoo Mail tab on my browser, a big overhead rumbling noise onset. An exciting moment for small minds.
2210h
An outburst of overhead rumbling ended my music interlude; invariably the perps have me cranked up about outside noise flurries penetrating the headphones or the earmuffs, and the mind-fuck "reaction" is to have me take them off. No choice in that. The perps like me listening to music while editing my pictures in Picasa; light filling, zooming in, cropping, looking for harassment details in the photograph, having my recall jogged as to who was doing what in the photo and so it goes.
Time to blog off on this eventful day.
Friday, March 09, 2007
Gangstalker Encroachment at the Laundromat
1145h
I was allowed to get onto laundry earlier today, an 0750h get-up time is unheard of. I was treated to some early (~0400h to 0500h) noisestalking overhead, with the mandatory wake-up to get me in a state of thinking about matters so all thoughts could be thoughtstalked with the noises of tapping, clunking, squeaking, and now a new one, a rustling noise. And they even blew their cover story, having the tapping occur directly overhead, and the coincident rustling sound from the other side of the room. One person cannot be in two places overhead to make the combined noises.
And for the very first time in nearly five years, the perps also blew their gangstalking cover in public. While at the gangstalking centre called London Drugs where I went while my laundry was in the wash cycle at the laundromat, a dithering fat bag gangstalker in a brown leather jacket got a clear and unequivocal hand signal from the operative who was first hanging around outside when I entered. He had since came inside, and from 12' away, was pointing to this ditz woman to leave the cashier lineup where she was ahead of me, and go toward him to the customer service desk where there was another cashier. Once she started to leave the checkout, he moved outside, not bothering to make any familial connection with the woman. I suspect it was a gimme; one of those "mistakes" that I was meant to see, as I have never seen this gangstalker-to-operative interaction before.
1345h
And a new style of coughing in this putative rooming house; start running in the hallway and then commence to cough outside my door on the fly. Fucking pathetic. There have been three coughers taking turns this morning since I got back from the laundromat, and every five minutes or so, one of them gets the honors of bringing this sound to my ears.
This hasn't been the only instance of gangstalkers breaking into a run, without the cover of a planned exercise cover story. On the street today, one male in a black leather jacket and jeans erupted into a run at the "Walk" signal some 70' distant, and ran across the intersection and continued running toward me in my intended walking track, and then skirted around me and ran by. No cover story for the bus or anything like that.
The laundromat gangstalk activity is never dull; they put on two males doing laundry, and one hung around my washing machine and dryer, the other (as above) paged through his papers and applied the yellow highlighting to his "reading" when he didn't have the highlighter pen in his mouth. The male gangstalker hanging around at my laundry also made sure to tail me after, and then before, I attended to my laundry in the dryer. An extra trip to the dryer was needed as I was mind-fucked into "forgetting" when it was to be ready. It is all planned to the millisecond.
I got the tubby blonde in shades in a red and black jacket at the laundromat, likely in a capacity to provide "blonde aura" so the male gangstalkers could borrow/compare/whatever they do from this. And just before that, while on the sidewalk and headed for the laundromat, the perps put a blonde woman kissing a presumed boyfriend at great length, and then he getting in my way to block my egress on the sidewalk. This too, must be some kind of attempt to add "blonde aura" to the male, though I must admit that I don't have a better explanation of this habit of planting blonde women in my proximity and then coinciding her presence with the shiftless fucks that arrive later.
And the laundromat visit included the above studious male gangstalker standing still like a sentry when I departed, his hands behind his head in an "contemplative" stretching pose, one that is very common among the perp assholes. Again, it was a blatant gangstalk move to me, to be seen in such an absurd stance, though I have seen worse. One time they planted an adult gangstalker flapping his arms up and down as I was driving by.
The laundromat attendant, whom I call Gothgirl for her dark clothing, was on the job today. She did her usual pacing about, ironing, and attending the counter, as well as putting on her terrible heavy metal rock music. Then she took off her long black coat as I was walking behind her, and later, almost bizarrely (to me) she washed her hair in one of the deep sinks. And her usual cigarette smoking behind me while outside games, and the dangling unlit cigarette in her mouth when I arrived. I have remarked on this pose and prop before, where the cigarette is unlit, but hanging from the gangstalker's lips. I assume, it might be a test for brown color (tobacco) wrapped in a white paper (reference color), to extrapolate to the perp's constant fixation with exposing me to brown colors in a scale, hue, brightness and mass that suits them. There are at least 40 brown crumb games that go on in some capacity every day in my room or elsewhere. Having a brown crumb "arrive" from nowhere on my yoga mat never bothered the perps and their usual allegiance to a cover story.
And as I finish typing the above sentence, a 20 second burst of faked coughing erupts nearby. More thought stalking it seems, even of the very terms the assholes have introduced into my vocabulary.
1515h
This is the post tea and chocolate digestive period, and is getting duly noisestalked with overhead clunking and squeaking. Any more of that, and I will yell at the asshole, as it has been done before. Riling me up is part of the day's script, that I know from the fuckarounds in making breakfast, lunch and doing the dishes. They like to crumble the sliced cheese that was slicing no problem, fly chopped chicken from the cutting board to the floor, place brown crumbs around and fuck with the normal order I do my routines in.
They put two blonde women on gangstalk duty on the stairwell outside my room, one making a return trip, while I was eating chocolate. They also put on the grey curly haired woman on her cell phone sitting on the same stairs. I call this "friends coming for tea/lunch etc." The role of the women (usually) who sit on the stairs is to keep nattering, while the blondes are there to be seen. Some males are beginning to show up in this scenario, presumably to get "blonde aura" or "female aura" readings from the woman who is proximate or passes by.
I am getting more plasma "spotting" as I call it. Small, 2" to 6" plasma spots are momentarily placed in front of, on on something that is in my vision. They will usually put this over contrasting colored objects, in red or yellow usually; in front of a white towel while I am manipulating it, in front of electrical cords, white and a light green, and other unexpected augmentations. As always, my LCD display has plasma beams bouncing all over it, and the maser trails and zingers are flitting about in my visual field.
And now that I have got the security code in the mail to file my income tax online, the perps have taken down the login web page so I cannot begin on this endeavor. More fucking senseless harassment.
1555h
The glass bottle bashing act has started up again, it must be one of those highly opportune moments when the less defensible noises are blended into the noisescape. And in fact, it is both a noise and residual vibration of the glass which the perps crave. They often set up glass window bashing ahead of me when I enter a store, or alternatively, have the ubiquitous window washers on the job.
Now I am getting the creepy crawlies, as if an insect is moving through my hair. All to force me to touch my hair on their script. And as I touch me head to dispell the remotely invoked itchiness, a noise from outside occurs simultaneously. Such is life under the surveillance microscope.
1745h
I was scripted for an earlier dinner; when there was sufficient natural light at first, and later when doing the dishes, the two artificial light sources were put on. I have had the overhead clunking that serves for thoughtstalking all afternoon in small doses, and it is continuing as I type this. It seems the perps want a consistent noise over the afternoon and into dusk.
And I should be clear, there is even less momentous events than that will start the noiseflurries off. I merely looked at the business card of the Housing Coordinator on my desk, and the "resident" neighbor burst into an overplayed coughing fit, timed upon what I saw. Any input I recieve in any form is a noisestalkable event, no matter how pedantic or seemingly inconsequential. And that includes typo sabotage as I am detailing this.
1815h
More key jingling noise and glass bottle bashing again.
I notice that the local barber's shop, some 80' away on the thoroughfare called Cook St. has now been emptied. I wonder if the electromagnetic emanations of the shears, blow dryers, and other AC hair styling devices were too much background energy noise for the perps to deal with. Which makes me wonder what the assholes do with all the supposed people who live around here. Have they all been moved out like at the last apartment block where some 140 units were emptied? I would not be surprised if that were so.
1825h
A sneezer and snorter has been dispatched to the bathroom next door, and at the very same instant of the fucker sneezing, I get a zapping. Now more background coughing has erupted and is slowly fading out somehow. Now it is siren time, and that should be good for five minutes or so as they have put on a cascade of differing sirens for the group of vehicles.
2110h
Some relative quiet has been scripted while I have been reading about film directors on a web site. However, there has been plenty of maser and plasma action, and even the basic Windows actions of select, copy and paste can beget some kind of transitory beam firing at me from the LCD panel, especially if it is a name of a person. Obviously there must be some kind of measureable quantity coming off names, as something similar happened (above) where hacking erupted when I looked at a person's business card.
And just when I expect to move forward to get on with submitting my income tax return online, the perps (likely) have shut down my access to the web site to verify my password code that I recieved in the mail today. The CRA Epass Services notice is:
Time to call this a blog posting and blog off.
I was allowed to get onto laundry earlier today, an 0750h get-up time is unheard of. I was treated to some early (~0400h to 0500h) noisestalking overhead, with the mandatory wake-up to get me in a state of thinking about matters so all thoughts could be thoughtstalked with the noises of tapping, clunking, squeaking, and now a new one, a rustling noise. And they even blew their cover story, having the tapping occur directly overhead, and the coincident rustling sound from the other side of the room. One person cannot be in two places overhead to make the combined noises.
And for the very first time in nearly five years, the perps also blew their gangstalking cover in public. While at the gangstalking centre called London Drugs where I went while my laundry was in the wash cycle at the laundromat, a dithering fat bag gangstalker in a brown leather jacket got a clear and unequivocal hand signal from the operative who was first hanging around outside when I entered. He had since came inside, and from 12' away, was pointing to this ditz woman to leave the cashier lineup where she was ahead of me, and go toward him to the customer service desk where there was another cashier. Once she started to leave the checkout, he moved outside, not bothering to make any familial connection with the woman. I suspect it was a gimme; one of those "mistakes" that I was meant to see, as I have never seen this gangstalker-to-operative interaction before.
1345h
And a new style of coughing in this putative rooming house; start running in the hallway and then commence to cough outside my door on the fly. Fucking pathetic. There have been three coughers taking turns this morning since I got back from the laundromat, and every five minutes or so, one of them gets the honors of bringing this sound to my ears.
This hasn't been the only instance of gangstalkers breaking into a run, without the cover of a planned exercise cover story. On the street today, one male in a black leather jacket and jeans erupted into a run at the "Walk" signal some 70' distant, and ran across the intersection and continued running toward me in my intended walking track, and then skirted around me and ran by. No cover story for the bus or anything like that.
The laundromat gangstalk activity is never dull; they put on two males doing laundry, and one hung around my washing machine and dryer, the other (as above) paged through his papers and applied the yellow highlighting to his "reading" when he didn't have the highlighter pen in his mouth. The male gangstalker hanging around at my laundry also made sure to tail me after, and then before, I attended to my laundry in the dryer. An extra trip to the dryer was needed as I was mind-fucked into "forgetting" when it was to be ready. It is all planned to the millisecond.
I got the tubby blonde in shades in a red and black jacket at the laundromat, likely in a capacity to provide "blonde aura" so the male gangstalkers could borrow/compare/whatever they do from this. And just before that, while on the sidewalk and headed for the laundromat, the perps put a blonde woman kissing a presumed boyfriend at great length, and then he getting in my way to block my egress on the sidewalk. This too, must be some kind of attempt to add "blonde aura" to the male, though I must admit that I don't have a better explanation of this habit of planting blonde women in my proximity and then coinciding her presence with the shiftless fucks that arrive later.
And the laundromat visit included the above studious male gangstalker standing still like a sentry when I departed, his hands behind his head in an "contemplative" stretching pose, one that is very common among the perp assholes. Again, it was a blatant gangstalk move to me, to be seen in such an absurd stance, though I have seen worse. One time they planted an adult gangstalker flapping his arms up and down as I was driving by.
The laundromat attendant, whom I call Gothgirl for her dark clothing, was on the job today. She did her usual pacing about, ironing, and attending the counter, as well as putting on her terrible heavy metal rock music. Then she took off her long black coat as I was walking behind her, and later, almost bizarrely (to me) she washed her hair in one of the deep sinks. And her usual cigarette smoking behind me while outside games, and the dangling unlit cigarette in her mouth when I arrived. I have remarked on this pose and prop before, where the cigarette is unlit, but hanging from the gangstalker's lips. I assume, it might be a test for brown color (tobacco) wrapped in a white paper (reference color), to extrapolate to the perp's constant fixation with exposing me to brown colors in a scale, hue, brightness and mass that suits them. There are at least 40 brown crumb games that go on in some capacity every day in my room or elsewhere. Having a brown crumb "arrive" from nowhere on my yoga mat never bothered the perps and their usual allegiance to a cover story.
And as I finish typing the above sentence, a 20 second burst of faked coughing erupts nearby. More thought stalking it seems, even of the very terms the assholes have introduced into my vocabulary.
1515h
This is the post tea and chocolate digestive period, and is getting duly noisestalked with overhead clunking and squeaking. Any more of that, and I will yell at the asshole, as it has been done before. Riling me up is part of the day's script, that I know from the fuckarounds in making breakfast, lunch and doing the dishes. They like to crumble the sliced cheese that was slicing no problem, fly chopped chicken from the cutting board to the floor, place brown crumbs around and fuck with the normal order I do my routines in.
They put two blonde women on gangstalk duty on the stairwell outside my room, one making a return trip, while I was eating chocolate. They also put on the grey curly haired woman on her cell phone sitting on the same stairs. I call this "friends coming for tea/lunch etc." The role of the women (usually) who sit on the stairs is to keep nattering, while the blondes are there to be seen. Some males are beginning to show up in this scenario, presumably to get "blonde aura" or "female aura" readings from the woman who is proximate or passes by.
I am getting more plasma "spotting" as I call it. Small, 2" to 6" plasma spots are momentarily placed in front of, on on something that is in my vision. They will usually put this over contrasting colored objects, in red or yellow usually; in front of a white towel while I am manipulating it, in front of electrical cords, white and a light green, and other unexpected augmentations. As always, my LCD display has plasma beams bouncing all over it, and the maser trails and zingers are flitting about in my visual field.
And now that I have got the security code in the mail to file my income tax online, the perps have taken down the login web page so I cannot begin on this endeavor. More fucking senseless harassment.
1555h
The glass bottle bashing act has started up again, it must be one of those highly opportune moments when the less defensible noises are blended into the noisescape. And in fact, it is both a noise and residual vibration of the glass which the perps crave. They often set up glass window bashing ahead of me when I enter a store, or alternatively, have the ubiquitous window washers on the job.
Now I am getting the creepy crawlies, as if an insect is moving through my hair. All to force me to touch my hair on their script. And as I touch me head to dispell the remotely invoked itchiness, a noise from outside occurs simultaneously. Such is life under the surveillance microscope.
1745h
I was scripted for an earlier dinner; when there was sufficient natural light at first, and later when doing the dishes, the two artificial light sources were put on. I have had the overhead clunking that serves for thoughtstalking all afternoon in small doses, and it is continuing as I type this. It seems the perps want a consistent noise over the afternoon and into dusk.
And I should be clear, there is even less momentous events than that will start the noiseflurries off. I merely looked at the business card of the Housing Coordinator on my desk, and the "resident" neighbor burst into an overplayed coughing fit, timed upon what I saw. Any input I recieve in any form is a noisestalkable event, no matter how pedantic or seemingly inconsequential. And that includes typo sabotage as I am detailing this.
1815h
More key jingling noise and glass bottle bashing again.
I notice that the local barber's shop, some 80' away on the thoroughfare called Cook St. has now been emptied. I wonder if the electromagnetic emanations of the shears, blow dryers, and other AC hair styling devices were too much background energy noise for the perps to deal with. Which makes me wonder what the assholes do with all the supposed people who live around here. Have they all been moved out like at the last apartment block where some 140 units were emptied? I would not be surprised if that were so.
1825h
A sneezer and snorter has been dispatched to the bathroom next door, and at the very same instant of the fucker sneezing, I get a zapping. Now more background coughing has erupted and is slowly fading out somehow. Now it is siren time, and that should be good for five minutes or so as they have put on a cascade of differing sirens for the group of vehicles.
2110h
Some relative quiet has been scripted while I have been reading about film directors on a web site. However, there has been plenty of maser and plasma action, and even the basic Windows actions of select, copy and paste can beget some kind of transitory beam firing at me from the LCD panel, especially if it is a name of a person. Obviously there must be some kind of measureable quantity coming off names, as something similar happened (above) where hacking erupted when I looked at a person's business card.
And just when I expect to move forward to get on with submitting my income tax return online, the perps (likely) have shut down my access to the web site to verify my password code that I recieved in the mail today. The CRA Epass Services notice is:
Due to technical difficulties, the registration process for My Account for individuals and My Business Account is not available at this time. Please try again later. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.All it takes is some asshole perp plan scripting this for a Saturday when I recieved the mail today, a Friday. And I don't have much perspective on why they script activities when the perps do, but hindsight is 20/20, right down to the details.
Time to call this a blog posting and blog off.
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