1210h
Another excessive sleep, "only" one hour extra this time. And all to have breakfast in the full strength sunlight beams and strange errant right angled "reflections" that currently fascinates the perp minds. Of late, and reiterated by setting the clocks back an hour, there is a sunbeam across the table at the location that I sit and eat breakfast. Today, the food was in the sunbeam, but my coffee mug wasn't, but did pass through it as I raised my mug to my lips. Other "errant" reflections putatively from the mug and my glasses, even with my back to the sun, also played across the wall in front of me as I moved, or the mug was moved. As in more plasma games, planted light to create more opportunity for remote assays of my bioenergetics, and more to the point, my neural energetic fields. This is typical of late when there is sunlight; excessive "reflections" off the walls, off my glasses, and anything else the perps can think of, even if vaguely associated with something. As the harassment games go, this is a trivial one, but it does demonstrate the intense level of physical governance they are applying to my existence.
The crumb games have also increased, as they now "arrive" from no apparent source, and after picking up one, another of the same color and kind will "arrive" to then create another iteration of the crumb interaction event. Or whatever it is that so consumes a billion dollar per year black operation's concerns over freaking planted crumbs. Absurd, but that is the daily reality, all day long. I even had a brown crumb from the tortillas "sitting" on my cheek for over two hours, defying gravity all the time, as it projected off my cheek, and wasn't plastered on as in the past.
Other noise games have continued this morning, and seem to have culminated in an all-quiet event currently, with the odd introduction of noise or vibration; the glass bottle bashing from the hallway continues to be a favorite one to add during these moments.
And more shaving cuts this morning, even with a new blade; these spontaneous bleeds are more frequent now, and also serve as a source for creating pain twinges well into the day, unlike anytime before. I mentioned the event of a spontaneous bleed from the top of my nose to the doctor last week, and he just sat there like he heard it before. If he did, it wasn't from me. This particular event happened before bedtime, and the red blood sat in my peripherial vision and I could not stem it with a steptic pencil. It took over 40 minutes to stop the blood flow, and it came from no discernable cause.
1320h
An overhead pounding erupted while I was eating my leftover tortillas, they being brown colored sprouted wheat, a twice daily staple. And the color brown being of intense interest to the perps, and it plays to their consuming interest in being able to remotely assay the color and bioenergetics interaction inside the human body, especially mine. This is deduced from the fact that the gangstalkers like to align themselves in a file whenever I am out in public, and will often selectively add or subtract gangstalkers from this configuration wearing specific colors, red, orange, yellow, avocado green and brown being the most common of late. These are all colors from inside the human body, and so it would appear that they wish to isolate the entire human body's color bioenergetics from that of the environment, the entire energetics of all mental processes, and finally deduce all the energetics interactions. So far, after over five and half years of being overtly harassed, they are probably within 3 months of attaining total mind control (energetics of all neural processes), and are still actively working on the human body energetics and that of the environment and all interactions. This, on top of covertly monitoring and managing my life for 47 years. The quote about the impossible taking a little more time would apply, and could well of been generated by these relentless, thankless and depraved assholes.
And there appear to be many other objectives as well, the above being a more technical perspective on what they are doing. All words, phrases, syllables, alphanumeric characters, depictions, concepts, recollections, knowledge, actions, objects, perceptions and whatever else are also constantly tested for through planned exposures and the results monitored. As well, the depiction of known celebrities and public personas are constantly noisestalked should I see, read or even mention their names. At the base of it, it seems that the perps want to capture all psi energies related to one's entire existence and experience, and those of anyone that interacts with me, or their plentiful cast of operatives that swarm around me in public. And one can be sure that this lucid, if it is that, take on what is all going on is presented here in accordance with the perp's mind control script that they have applied to me for every mortal second. It is worse than being under a microscope, as they make no bones about invading my thought and recall processes, and like me to be aware of it all the time.That the planted version, on what they are doing, though if anyone else has any ideas, send me a comment.
1450h
A siren cascade erupted as I finished reading the web page of the last listed on my bookmarks for computer news. These are the events that stir the perps of late; the more trivial, and seeming inconsequential task and activity shifting. And having me encased in masers of the filamentous kind, the drifting vertical blackish filaments that "appear" in my visual field, often in front of the object I had intended to see. The masers are especially numerous when shaving, and appear to emanate from my face, neck or anywhere the razor is about to be placed, or even having the razor pass through the maser as it is projecting from me.
And some overhead thumping erupted when I had the earmuffs on earlier, another fascination of the perps of late. It would seem that they wish to delve deeper when I have hearing protection worn, though it could be that they are looking for a plastic-body energetics interaction, (earmuffs are deep green plastic colored).
1710h
Tea and chocolate was had about the time the daylight dinginess came on; this seems to be managed, where the ambient light changes within a minute or so, and I really cannot explain it any better than that.
1925h
More overhead rumbling and clunking, this time with simultaneous faux brake squealing noise from outside. Never mind all the masers and plasma action in front of me, and often preventing reading and perturbing my gaze when reading specific words, the same ones that have been noisestalked in the past.
2005h
Earmuffs off and a siren cascade is in place for me to hear directly, along with a simultaneous bus noise. This is nearly always the pattern; removal of earmuffs begets immediate extra noise.
Another guitar stalking yesterday; an operative packing one on his back in a black case. I had never seen this style of guitar case/pack before, and in the last three years it appears to the (over) prominent means. I suspect because the instrument shape is evident from the backpack design. There is also one in the window of a used stereo store that I pass by to and from the gym. There was also a guitar used as a prop to advertise a used CD store on my same travels until Tuesday yoga ended in 09-2007. Again, I have no idea as to what the significance of portraying guitars is, and all I am reporting is that it is happening much more often than random coincidence.
2015h
Another recall jerkaround in intending to listen to the harassment victim's organized conference call tonight. This happens at least three times a week where the intent is, or is planted on me more like, to dial in and listen to members of my community also stiffed with this ongoing depravity. In fact, there is a conference call each night of the week that is organized, though some have an emphasis that is not particularly relevent or of interest to me. This appears to be another forced "forget" as it is happening all the time now, and that would also suit the perp's agenda for constraining my social interaction to the minimum possible.
2245h
Here is a short video on what it is like to be gangstalked. This conveys what they do, and how it is presented. As the narrator asks at the end; how did all those stalkers know to look in her direction while she was too far to see, but somehow, they all knew to keep looking in her direction.
My add-on commentary to the footage would be also to note the use of pets and children, both of whom express their psi energies more than adult humans do. Also note the heavy use of cyclists, my theory being that the tensioned (metal) spoked wheels have greater electromagnetic or energetic properties that will interfere with those of the victim, and their own stalkers. Also note the open mouth on the cyclist that rides toward the narrator in her vehicle, another tip off of an operative gangstalker, as they cannot yet estimate the energetic contents of my, or other victim's mouths, so the stalkers keep their mouths open, or else spit, move their tongue about, eat or otherwise expose their mouth contents. (The mouth's energetics have a huge bearing on the brain's energetic interactions at any given moment. And if one is being monitored in realtime, it makes all the difference to be able to remotely assay one's mouth energetics). Another gangstalking move is to partially obscure themselves by foliage, also done with vehicles.
That is enough for today; a total shut-in and who knows what that confers for the assholes. blogging off.
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Saturday, November 10, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
In the Beam
1930h
I am getting the dusk time reflective beaming from the glass of an building 120' away, and as mentioned in a recent post, not only does it "find its way" into my suite, but now flickers and has sudden onsets or shut downs, even as I type this. It seems that someone is fucking around, and they don't have much of a clue as to what they are doing.
I had a busy day with laundry and the insufferable parade of the gangstalker freakshow, then yoga, and then afterward, the recent addition of strength training. This was the first attempt at laundry in this new apartment building, and it was duly arranged to be a fuckover event. The soap and items were placed in the washing machine, and the coin operated device needed six quarters. A gotcha; all my quarters have been used for the bus fare increase, and I did not have six on hand. The washing machine's coin collection and handling device is straight out of the 1970's. We had one dollar coins in the mid 1980's and two dollar coins in the mid 1990's, so WTF, with quarters only?
So, I had to haul the clothes out of the washing machine, being careful not to have the liquid detergent leak, and then transfer all my laundry to my black duffel bag and take it to the erstwhile regular gangstalk show, the Maytag Laundromat. There, the attendant, Goth Girl, was outside in her shades with one of her Cheers like weirds/friend, and they were having coffee, the portable brown color reference substance. Regular readers will know that the perps have a fixation on all things colored brown, and also with all things related to doing laundry. Anyhow, these two sentries of the laundromat, were in the shade, and still "found" reason to both have their sunglasses on. Goth Girl saw me coming, and wasn't too moved as an employee to get inside ahead of me and sell me the plastic tickets for the washing machines. But she did follow me in, consistent with all the goings-on anytime I enter or exit any building.
Yet again, I needed her help as a ticket failed, which they do for me at least half the time. But I did get two washing machines started concurrently, after the false start of attempting to use the washing machines in the apartment building.
On the way to the laundromat I had an white duffel bag toting gangstalker on lead-ahead gangstalking duty until he pulled a "street theater" stunt and put his duffel bag down on one side of the sidewalk, walked to the opposite side, bent over, parked one foot on another, and then proceeded to light a cigarette in this bizarre posture, remaining still like a mime. This dude was acting too strangely to be genuinely afflicted with a clinical condition,- one of the rare "extreme freaks". And it was a given that I had to pass between him and his white duffel bag as part of the setup.
Then the parade of laundromat weirds began, and some had laundry on the go, some dropped it off, and others found excuses to come back again for unfathomable reasons. The biggest act was a woman who later came and was on the cell phone most of the time, one of the signature gangstalking devices. She even had little running-out-the-door routines scripted, and besides the EMF energies that go with cell phoning, her act was to stay talking with some kind of European accented English. After a 5 to 10 minute warm up, this was the cue for other gangstalkers to start simultaneous conversations, and so there were at least three parties gabbing away in some kind of energetics tracking testing, IMHO. Not that anything was intelligible by then, and I suspect the perps wanted it that way, just conversation tracking, ramping up from one, and her run-bys to outside and then back again, to three concurrent conversations. If this is where the perps are at, I am looking at least two more years of harassment while they fuck around attempting to map the energetic signature of every thought and everything I see, hear, sense, read etc., all simultaneously. It is fucking depraved that anyone should be submitted to this level of scrutiny and surveillance.
The perps did put on some recent magazines to read at the laundromat this time, as I had been burning out on the same Flare, Vogue and the rest of the women's publications, when in fact, there is about an equal gender frequency there, albeit from the perverted view I get of the gangstalking show.
True to form, she was the gangstalker for laundry unloading time, as I always get at least one to crowd me, or otherwise discourage me from using the closest table to the dryer I am using. I didn't recognize her, but for the amount of time she was "featured", 40 minutes, she could of been a morph-over of someone I knew. Anyhow, I was out of there in reasonable time, as there were no more perp sponsored fuckups.
The perps like me going to yoga, especially the more vigorous class on Thursdays, and I don't mind it either, even if I get plenty of light and/or plasma spatter. This time there was a place for me to put the mat in a new NE facing location, removed from the usual N facing mat situation which is arranged for me in advance as I am the last to arrive usually.
And indeed, there was the simulated "retina burn" from "reflections", which is really plasma being placed in my vision for tracking objects and other energetic interaction testing. My mat ended up being near the chairs at the back of the room, and one class member's white workout jacket was draped nearby. When was looking at the white jacket and and considering moving my mat further away, there were horizontal yellow plasma beams 3" x 1/4" placed in front of it for a few seconds until they dissapated.
The white jacket belonged to the woman 3' away, on the next mat, with me between her and her jacket. She is the one who gets "featured" most often in after class placement, often nearby while I wipe the mat down with the brown paper towel. Though today, she scooted out fast to go to the nearby washroom across the hallway, possibly for a concurrent reading of her in there, while I was still in the classroom wiping down the mat. I don't know her, we don't exchange greetings and there isn't any seeming commonality, and I have no interest in her, though at times, I do get my attention controlled to look at her or her dye-job hair for no connected reason for the circumstances.
And to be clear, I don't seek any romantic liasons whatsoever; as one can readily surmise that if I have an infinite horde of high-tech barbarians on my back 24/7, I have no expectation that anyone would step into the world I inhabit. Explaining the total life harassment is bad enough. Social isolation is what is what the perps want in any event. Any interaction that I have is scripted well in advance, and even at that, I often get the passive aggressive routine, pleasant, then unpleasant, then repeated. It is not too different than what I get from the ex, my daughter, and some of my thought-to-be colleagues in my working days.
As it "so happened", one of the regulars at the Thursday yoga class was at strength training later in the afternoon, though I did not see her at the Tuesday strength training class, curiously. And she doesn't exchange greetings with me at yoga where I have been attending for over three months. Though today she was compelled to tell me that if she doesn't make yoga next week, could I inform the instructor that she has an injury that prevents attendance? I said yes, I would, and she then introduced herself as Christina, which also "happens" to be the name of Ms. C in the story (how it all began in 2002). I am sure she can make a phone call like anyone else, but anyhow, it wasn't a big deal. I didn't get the warm fuzzies from this, an ulterior motive is always assumed by me, like regular classmates gangstalking in new locales, though I suppose each shill's response to doing the perp's bidding varies.
In this vein, the yoga instructor also "happened" to drive by when I was walking home from her class, and she is young and very attractive with reddish hair. Just as I was lining up my gaze on this shiftless male gangstalker across the street, she calls out my name, and I exchange greetings as I am crossing on the crosswalk in front of her and vehicle. This was preceded by the perps placing a kid on gangstalk duty with this abominable red afro hairdo in my gaze, putting two perp obsessed demographics in the body of one person, red hair and fuzzy afro hair. See this more recent summary of current perps obsessions.
Having me hear or articulate the names of activities, persons, specific verbs, nouns, proper nouns, adjectives and adverbs is a big deal for the perps these days. Very often someone will repeat a word needlessly in the course of speaking with them, though they don't overdo it as a rule. I am hypersensitized to manners of speech and the repetition of words that don't seem neccessary, especially when I get noisestalked over them as well. Yesterday's blogging of the over used word of "constraint" at the doctor's office is an example. I had a "words du jour" noted at the end of my blogs for a time, the list of the most noisetalked or mentioned words of the day, but that has "somehow" stopped, though this perp activity hasn't.
I was too wiped out from strength training and the 30 minute walk there that I took the bus home, and I noted I had three blonde women around me when I was seated. Only two seats away was a male suit, (wearing a suit, another perp fixation), and it made no sense this dude was taking the bus anywhere at 1530h, never mind becoming a "fellow traveller", as he got on and off at the same stops as I did. Very strange for his get up, and he was also on lead-ahead gangstalking for the first 60' of sidewalk until I split for the grocery store.
2130h
I had another planned flashback from my last residence location, the putative rooming house. It was a roundelay of contrived coughing, (coughstalking as I term it) when I was in the hallway waiting for the elevator to arrive. It started in one apartment and the "residents" took turns, and its timing ensured a geographic dispersion of the sources. It would of been fucking hilarious if I wasn't so fed up with this crap all the time.
I am getting blanked out as there was plenty more to write about, and all the weirds at the laundromat (as usual), but for some reason I am lacking recall, and very possibly the motivation to mention it.
That is enough for a blog posting I reckon; tomorrow I get a rest from the activity classes and moving of nonessential items that will likely play out on a once a week basis for the next few weeks.
2230h
Postscript; I was reading Lymeblog, about the horrors of this likely designed introduced biowarfare disease (I am not sure I buy the "mistaken release" part of it either), and then the assholes put on the rumbling noise and zapped me at the same time. Curiously, they didn't fuck me into yelling about it as "I" usually do.
I am getting the dusk time reflective beaming from the glass of an building 120' away, and as mentioned in a recent post, not only does it "find its way" into my suite, but now flickers and has sudden onsets or shut downs, even as I type this. It seems that someone is fucking around, and they don't have much of a clue as to what they are doing.
I had a busy day with laundry and the insufferable parade of the gangstalker freakshow, then yoga, and then afterward, the recent addition of strength training. This was the first attempt at laundry in this new apartment building, and it was duly arranged to be a fuckover event. The soap and items were placed in the washing machine, and the coin operated device needed six quarters. A gotcha; all my quarters have been used for the bus fare increase, and I did not have six on hand. The washing machine's coin collection and handling device is straight out of the 1970's. We had one dollar coins in the mid 1980's and two dollar coins in the mid 1990's, so WTF, with quarters only?
So, I had to haul the clothes out of the washing machine, being careful not to have the liquid detergent leak, and then transfer all my laundry to my black duffel bag and take it to the erstwhile regular gangstalk show, the Maytag Laundromat. There, the attendant, Goth Girl, was outside in her shades with one of her Cheers like weirds/friend, and they were having coffee, the portable brown color reference substance. Regular readers will know that the perps have a fixation on all things colored brown, and also with all things related to doing laundry. Anyhow, these two sentries of the laundromat, were in the shade, and still "found" reason to both have their sunglasses on. Goth Girl saw me coming, and wasn't too moved as an employee to get inside ahead of me and sell me the plastic tickets for the washing machines. But she did follow me in, consistent with all the goings-on anytime I enter or exit any building.
Yet again, I needed her help as a ticket failed, which they do for me at least half the time. But I did get two washing machines started concurrently, after the false start of attempting to use the washing machines in the apartment building.
On the way to the laundromat I had an white duffel bag toting gangstalker on lead-ahead gangstalking duty until he pulled a "street theater" stunt and put his duffel bag down on one side of the sidewalk, walked to the opposite side, bent over, parked one foot on another, and then proceeded to light a cigarette in this bizarre posture, remaining still like a mime. This dude was acting too strangely to be genuinely afflicted with a clinical condition,- one of the rare "extreme freaks". And it was a given that I had to pass between him and his white duffel bag as part of the setup.
Then the parade of laundromat weirds began, and some had laundry on the go, some dropped it off, and others found excuses to come back again for unfathomable reasons. The biggest act was a woman who later came and was on the cell phone most of the time, one of the signature gangstalking devices. She even had little running-out-the-door routines scripted, and besides the EMF energies that go with cell phoning, her act was to stay talking with some kind of European accented English. After a 5 to 10 minute warm up, this was the cue for other gangstalkers to start simultaneous conversations, and so there were at least three parties gabbing away in some kind of energetics tracking testing, IMHO. Not that anything was intelligible by then, and I suspect the perps wanted it that way, just conversation tracking, ramping up from one, and her run-bys to outside and then back again, to three concurrent conversations. If this is where the perps are at, I am looking at least two more years of harassment while they fuck around attempting to map the energetic signature of every thought and everything I see, hear, sense, read etc., all simultaneously. It is fucking depraved that anyone should be submitted to this level of scrutiny and surveillance.
The perps did put on some recent magazines to read at the laundromat this time, as I had been burning out on the same Flare, Vogue and the rest of the women's publications, when in fact, there is about an equal gender frequency there, albeit from the perverted view I get of the gangstalking show.
True to form, she was the gangstalker for laundry unloading time, as I always get at least one to crowd me, or otherwise discourage me from using the closest table to the dryer I am using. I didn't recognize her, but for the amount of time she was "featured", 40 minutes, she could of been a morph-over of someone I knew. Anyhow, I was out of there in reasonable time, as there were no more perp sponsored fuckups.
The perps like me going to yoga, especially the more vigorous class on Thursdays, and I don't mind it either, even if I get plenty of light and/or plasma spatter. This time there was a place for me to put the mat in a new NE facing location, removed from the usual N facing mat situation which is arranged for me in advance as I am the last to arrive usually.
And indeed, there was the simulated "retina burn" from "reflections", which is really plasma being placed in my vision for tracking objects and other energetic interaction testing. My mat ended up being near the chairs at the back of the room, and one class member's white workout jacket was draped nearby. When was looking at the white jacket and and considering moving my mat further away, there were horizontal yellow plasma beams 3" x 1/4" placed in front of it for a few seconds until they dissapated.
The white jacket belonged to the woman 3' away, on the next mat, with me between her and her jacket. She is the one who gets "featured" most often in after class placement, often nearby while I wipe the mat down with the brown paper towel. Though today, she scooted out fast to go to the nearby washroom across the hallway, possibly for a concurrent reading of her in there, while I was still in the classroom wiping down the mat. I don't know her, we don't exchange greetings and there isn't any seeming commonality, and I have no interest in her, though at times, I do get my attention controlled to look at her or her dye-job hair for no connected reason for the circumstances.
And to be clear, I don't seek any romantic liasons whatsoever; as one can readily surmise that if I have an infinite horde of high-tech barbarians on my back 24/7, I have no expectation that anyone would step into the world I inhabit. Explaining the total life harassment is bad enough. Social isolation is what is what the perps want in any event. Any interaction that I have is scripted well in advance, and even at that, I often get the passive aggressive routine, pleasant, then unpleasant, then repeated. It is not too different than what I get from the ex, my daughter, and some of my thought-to-be colleagues in my working days.
As it "so happened", one of the regulars at the Thursday yoga class was at strength training later in the afternoon, though I did not see her at the Tuesday strength training class, curiously. And she doesn't exchange greetings with me at yoga where I have been attending for over three months. Though today she was compelled to tell me that if she doesn't make yoga next week, could I inform the instructor that she has an injury that prevents attendance? I said yes, I would, and she then introduced herself as Christina, which also "happens" to be the name of Ms. C in the story (how it all began in 2002). I am sure she can make a phone call like anyone else, but anyhow, it wasn't a big deal. I didn't get the warm fuzzies from this, an ulterior motive is always assumed by me, like regular classmates gangstalking in new locales, though I suppose each shill's response to doing the perp's bidding varies.
In this vein, the yoga instructor also "happened" to drive by when I was walking home from her class, and she is young and very attractive with reddish hair. Just as I was lining up my gaze on this shiftless male gangstalker across the street, she calls out my name, and I exchange greetings as I am crossing on the crosswalk in front of her and vehicle. This was preceded by the perps placing a kid on gangstalk duty with this abominable red afro hairdo in my gaze, putting two perp obsessed demographics in the body of one person, red hair and fuzzy afro hair. See this more recent summary of current perps obsessions.
Having me hear or articulate the names of activities, persons, specific verbs, nouns, proper nouns, adjectives and adverbs is a big deal for the perps these days. Very often someone will repeat a word needlessly in the course of speaking with them, though they don't overdo it as a rule. I am hypersensitized to manners of speech and the repetition of words that don't seem neccessary, especially when I get noisestalked over them as well. Yesterday's blogging of the over used word of "constraint" at the doctor's office is an example. I had a "words du jour" noted at the end of my blogs for a time, the list of the most noisetalked or mentioned words of the day, but that has "somehow" stopped, though this perp activity hasn't.
I was too wiped out from strength training and the 30 minute walk there that I took the bus home, and I noted I had three blonde women around me when I was seated. Only two seats away was a male suit, (wearing a suit, another perp fixation), and it made no sense this dude was taking the bus anywhere at 1530h, never mind becoming a "fellow traveller", as he got on and off at the same stops as I did. Very strange for his get up, and he was also on lead-ahead gangstalking for the first 60' of sidewalk until I split for the grocery store.
2130h
I had another planned flashback from my last residence location, the putative rooming house. It was a roundelay of contrived coughing, (coughstalking as I term it) when I was in the hallway waiting for the elevator to arrive. It started in one apartment and the "residents" took turns, and its timing ensured a geographic dispersion of the sources. It would of been fucking hilarious if I wasn't so fed up with this crap all the time.
I am getting blanked out as there was plenty more to write about, and all the weirds at the laundromat (as usual), but for some reason I am lacking recall, and very possibly the motivation to mention it.
That is enough for a blog posting I reckon; tomorrow I get a rest from the activity classes and moving of nonessential items that will likely play out on a once a week basis for the next few weeks.
2230h
Postscript; I was reading Lymeblog, about the horrors of this likely designed introduced biowarfare disease (I am not sure I buy the "mistaken release" part of it either), and then the assholes put on the rumbling noise and zapped me at the same time. Curiously, they didn't fuck me into yelling about it as "I" usually do.
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