08-15-2017
Two days of planting vines with a small crew; four others for the most part. Which the perps seem to have exploited to make me feel rather wrung out from this, even though I have done this very task many times in the past five years since this viticulture gig came upon me. My knees are sore even if I had knee pads on, and my thighs are sore too. I don't think it was yoga last night unless I am getting taken down on that account too. And nap attacks each evening when I get back. Brutal ones, even if an hour, it takes another half hour to extricate myself from the bed.
No planting tomorrow for some reason, a common perp timing
where they like to interrupt something that is going well and/or is on the
cusp of completion. Or, they do arrange a reason oftentimes, whereby
something goes wrong or else the weather intervenes.
The respective owners are building houses at the two vineyards I work at, and the perps just love the noise of construction, the wood cutting, and presumably there is a host of other energetic qualities and changes they like to monitor as the house is constructed. Plus, having redimix concrete trucks traverse the vineyard is just the bee's knees for the perps, given their insane predisposition to place this material into the gangstalking scene. (Given the ubiquity of concrete, from floors, walls, ceilings to paths and roads, I get it).
And today, the house construction crew at the vineyard were working on some trenches using a mini-excavator, and one of them had his (presumed) wife in the hole doing some manual digging. Talk about a fish out of water; obviously overweight and in tights, I don't think I have seen such an incongruous sight on a construction site. Whether this was related to the fact that we, the planting crew, were digging holes all day long to place the vine stock into was some kind of parallel soil digging emulation games, I don't know.
The summertime yoga teacher is quite a treat to see, after weeks of wearing flowing and/or draping clothing she is now in full tights. Black ones last week, fugly dark brown ones this week, perhaps in keeping with some brown skinned yogis in class.
08-16-2017
Tending to fruit thinning in the vineyard today, and the first day in 4 weeks of full sunlight, sans smokey skies. Ergo, I got some tanning in while working, and then departed an hour early to make my appointment for IV vitamin C. I felt trashed all day today, seemingly stiff from vine planting over the prior two days. The boss man got some kind of muscle injury as well, and the young woman also got carpal tunnel problems, though she has had this in the past.
As it "happens", she does house cleaning jobs, and this year cleaned the two houses of my former employer of the past two years. We exchanged some stories yesterday, and I learned some interesting gossip, not to be related here. Today she was on her house cleaning job, perhaps for the last time as she is going away on holiday for two weeks and then onto school for a construction management course. No more vineyard work for her due to carpal tunnel problems.
I still felt trashed after work and during my IV vitamin C infusion, and needed yet another post treatment (or post work) power nap of an hour and a half. These after work power naps are becoming a "habit", though surely governed by the Psychopathic Controllers who seem to be getting leverage from me in a sleep state during daytime. (Or at night, as my dreams have become more vivid and odd). After having dinner it seems that I have recovered some, but still too unmotivated to set off and get my favorite food, chocolate.
08-17-2017
I felt better today undertaking the dusty and exhausting work of planting vines all day in the sun. The smokey skies crept in during the afternoon, though it still had to be 30C. That, still didn't prevent two one hour quasi-naps after work, once immediately after stuffing my face, and then again after doing dishes and before heading out to SOF supermarket. Which is the the ideal timing (post nap, or near nap) to put on the gangstalkers, even at 2000h, as they seem to be out in significant numbers when there. The gut-strut, the aisle blockers, main aisle no less, doing their protracted pondering act, the god-awful plaid shorted males, and a few other freaks. And in keeping with the ongoing game of stalking my ass after finishing up a the self-checkout, four criss-crossing Fuckwits were on me for the very occasion of covering me as I was about to depart with my groceries. Recall last week's E Indian troupe in file entering the store through the self-checkout, an exit for crissakes, just as I finished up and was ready to depart.
After two weeks of waiting for the replacement cord for my HIFI Man headphones, it arrived. And lo, if the R side driver doesn't work. I don't think my analysis was incorrect, but just another headphone hassle on top of another one. How fitting; they decided to prevent me from listening to this set for three weeks, and now have sabotaged them again, without so much as any response in the R side, which was not the case when I engaged with the customer service rep to get the things RMA'ed. This insane sabotage of audio gear never fucking ends, and especially so for headphones. This goes back 40 years, when my very first pair, a Koss model, just fell apart slowly. The current pair of Grados, now 20 years old, have been back to the repair depot 4x in the last 15 years, as well as being sabotaged at least once before. (Once before was in 2002, the high harassment days, when the steel posts that attach to the driver just rotated on their own (they are fixed into the plastic gimbel bracket), and of course the drivers just dropped off the post.) I have even flung headphone pairs out as I was so pissed with the ongoing and senseless sabotage of them.
[Second time headphone evaluation; the HIFi Man headphones are now working in both channels. I though I would leave my exasperation rant as written, per above].
And to prevent the new footwear problems, I wore my safety toed boots today, and lo, I note that the heels are separating from them. I haven't worn these boots more than 10x, and they keep falling apart almost the same day. The new footwear problems are my regular hiking boots, now in use for 5 years, and why, they now pinch my toes. Either my feet are getting bigger, or my boots are shrinking. Don't laugh; I had a pair of custom boots that somehow "grew" two sizes larger with no apparent stretch; all components, sole and uppers, just all expanded together without any apparent expansion differential between them. Well done assholes.
Though this time it seems they are growing my feet as my runners are also now tight in the toes. No doubt a total footwear upgrade is in order, all in keeping with the perps senseless sabotage over footwear.
Post-Charlottestown analysis; I'm totally with Trump on this one, and good on him he isn't bending over for the liberal-azzi. Things got ugly there for sure, but this alt-left, or liberal-azzi notion of deemed press cover privilege and earnest righteousness needs to be put in its place. Same for those shameless (though less strident) versions here in Canada.
08-18-2017
Vine planting was finished in 3 hours this morning, and then onto bunch thinning the adjacent mature vines. Nice that the owners gave us a bottle of wine each after planting completion. On-off hot weather today, seeming in keeping with tan containment. And on-off hot (off due to clouds) because it wasn't smokey today.
08-19-2017
In the morning I met two former coworkers, both female babes, as the farmer's market. A brief chat on our employer news while amidst the throng, the one where so many people know to step in my way while I am approaching noiselessly from behind. At the regular market stall I go to, the regular young woman was back to her usual cursory; last time she was decidedly friendly.
Saturday, and a day off, save the small vineyard owner wanted me for
more de-leafing. So off to work on my day off to scrape some more cash
for the ongoing expenses that keep coming. I stopped in at the winery from last year, and picked up a wine that was nearly sold out. And meeting up with one of the above mentioned babes again. I must say, I like a perky personality. And the harvest babe from last year was there too, strapping, blonde and gorgeous.
Not trashed tonight for some reason; the fatigue stretch seems to be abating.
08-20-2017
Sunday, and another work day on de-leafing. I cannot get over these arranged heavy duty trucks on a Sunday. Before I got to the end of the street at 1000h, one boom truck was parked on the street, and then a redimix truck just around the corner. It is hard enough to get these guys out on a Saturday, let alone Sunday. And this is the Okanagan where the folks take their recreation seriously.
Anyhow, enough to get this launched for another week of the enslavement chronicles.
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Sunday, August 20, 2017
Sunday, May 27, 2012
GMail Takedown
05-19-2012
What is it about GMail that it is near totally obstructed and sabotaged? For the last two years I got blocked from setting up a GMail account because the squiggly letter (anti-spammer scraping) test always failed, even if I did have it right according the audio version. The the outfit that sold me the 4G Android phone said I needed one and created it at the store. But because I have a Yahoo account as my primary account. GMail keeps turfing me out and says it will make the GMail account as my primary account. But as it "happened", I did get into my GMail account five days ago, and got my contacts from Yahoo (totally hopeless for managing contacts for the version that I get) and my old-time Sony Clie PDA. And so these contacts were ordered, sorted and grouped in GMail, and I still had some more work to do as some groups needed deletion (no contacts in them) and there was no group deletion feature on the online GMail version I get. Soo... for a few days at least, I could get my way around the clunky Google interface and fix up my contacts. Then two days ago, they logged me out, and lo, if they didn't put that obstructional page up again by making reference to my Yahoo account. I stumble into what seems to be a GMail login page, and it won't take my password. I am totally hooped now, as my contacts need to be downloaded to my Android phone and I cannot get into GMail from there either. And GMail has started another stunt, refusing my password, and in trying to recover, pulling dumbshit questions to authenticate me. Just another managed nightmare of near-total obstruction. I say "near-total", as they give me enough room to think GMail is working, and then have me build and consolidate my contacts list, and then block me again before I can send the contacts list to the Android environment where I have a hope of keeping it maintained.
And if online obstruction wasn't enough, the Post Office wouldn't take my change of address notice, "because" it was from a motel. No problem going to one, but not from one. Go figure. The woman at the PO was suggesting that the motel wouldn't be making up or applying the change notices to the mail. Of course they wouldn't like any house address. The mail gets re-directed by the postal people, no one else.
A major vehicular clusterfuck when going to the bank to deposit a paycheck. Longtime readers will know that the perps go totally beserk when I make a financial transaction, especially one that involves payment to me. And so it is with vehicles suddenly aggregating around me, and continuously, such that I dare not jaywalk. I cross the road at the 4 way stop, always a major pedestrian consideration given the FUD that erupts among the drivers, especially where the road is two lanes wide.
05-20-2012
I see yesterday's and today's blogging got wiped out by the assholes. And they were saved in Blogspot prior to any PC shutdown. Today is Sunday, and one that I now have off, as past crop farming goes on day after day during the growing season. Viticulture is more ordered and scheduled.
No tanning in the sun today as it is overcast. So a salon tan, going in person to make a reservation as she wasn't answering the phone. A bald headed dude was loitering there, and at least 10 years older than the blonde babe at the desk. When I returned he was still there, and of course, when I exited. A bona fide Fuckwit, doing the hang-about for no seeming reason because he wasn't doing much in the way of romantic interests.
A visit to a record store, and a bookstore across the street. I spent money at both, though from plans/intents formed some months or years ago. As always, financial transactions attract the Fuckwits. In the bookstore, a cripple act managed to stalk me before going to the cashier, and then when purchasing. Not to mention I ended up behind the cashier desk looking at the viticulture texts, where they "happened" to be kept.
Then to LD and this bum/vagrant act arrived noiselessly right behind me at the cashier. When I was allowed to notice I moved some to avoid this interpersonal space invasion, and the customer ahead of me found reason to look at me when there was no reason to, as I didn't say anything. When it was my turn at the cashier, the bum/vagrant act starts coughing, and continued through my debit card transaction. Like WTF; here he was buying orange pop and he should of been getting cough mixture. Just like my bookstore stalker, he was on a walker. I don't know what the perps' interest in walkers is, but they use them plenty often as some kind of prop to represent partial physical incapitance. Perhaps they don't have the same subconscious traumatization associations as wheelchairs of the 1950's do, when they wiped my recall when aged 2 to 5.
05-21-2012
A national holiday in Canada today, the Queens Birthday, aka Victoria Day. It is her official birthday, not her real one. Get all that? Most just take the long weekend to get their holiday homes in order and plant their garden in the colder climes. The vehicular gangstalk and other perp hijinx were muted today, attempting to conform with the reduced holiday traffic. An emphasis on gangstalking pickups, especially the raised ones, getting near monster pickup size. I have no idea as to why the perps use pickups so much, sometimes five of five in a serial string, and four will be black, and one middle one they are attempting to hide at first will be red. Sure, one can put brown cardboard, lumber and garbage and other regular props in a pickup, but most often they are empty.
A variable task day on the vineyard; fertilizing the one year old infill vines, cleaning up the young vine protection devices, and doing shoot thinning at the head of the vine trunk. Not a lot of instruction on the latter task, so I am hoping it was done OK. The owners have family visiting, and one party is starting a cidery in conjunction with the planned winery. I don't know where this is going to all happen, save the two door garage with all manner of fermentation vessels and filters.
The perps pulled a light rainfall for the afternoon, but still flew their helicopters overhead, and one in sight when driving home. But, there is an airport within a mile or so, and a helicopter school there too, so I don't have a basis to state that they are out there for me. In past years when not near the airport, and often when I went outside, they had a helicopter pass over. The overflights of the STRATCOM aircraft were heard much of they day, though of course not seen for the cloud cover. All my life they have an unerring knack for flying them overhead, and all along I thought they were doing their duty in keeping nuclear delivery capability aloft. There is more to it than that in my experience, but I don't know of anyone who has a reasonable explanation for why they do this, spread contrails and their exotic patterns, and how this is connected to us violated shmo's (TI's) on the ground. The red plasma contrail of last week suggests a stronger connection. Also, I routinely get masers or plasma emanations from aircraft, especially if they have radar, as military aircraft has.
About two years ago, one of the Mexican farm laborers was heading back to Mexico in a few hours, and he stopped by the farm to say goodbye, even though he didn't speak English. He just hung around, and I wished him "bon voyage". About two hours later, a passenger jet was airborne from the nearby airport, and a pronounced maser came off the aircraft at me. Just speculating of course, but it could of been arranged to come off the Mexican, pass through the aircraft and right at me, as these things take a second or two to arrive, often with some meander in the maser as it comes at me, not a direct line. Anyhow, I get masers all day long, from patches on the road, from nowhere, from other vehicles, from cell phones, from soil exposures, off of Fuckwits and everywhere else. Nothing new, just much more than there once was.
The perps wanted a light rainfall load on the leaves of the vines as I was pulling some of them off the plant, thinning out their density as buds will burst forth from under the bark, and not just from the canes that we left in place and tied down. So the rain wetted leaves were thinned out by yours truly, this the soft green shoot phase still, and no bother to pluck from the vine. The perps put much emphasis on wetting things, and I routinely get wet spots arriving from nowhere, either on me when in the kitchen or bathroom or on the countertops.
Speaking of which, two nights ago they had me wake up at 0400h, have me drink cold green tea (an off yellow color) from the fridge even if I wasn't thirsty, and then have a pee. Some kind of color testing, in and out and within a minute of each other it seemed. There were also some voices from outside, speaking in a foreign European language. When I got up and after breakfast, I read the news and there is an earthquake in N. Italy, occuring at 0403h. Well, this bathroom and yellow color testing was at the same clock time locally, but they are nine hours ahead in Italy, so it wasn't at the same moment in real time. Anyhow, it leaves me curious as to what this awakening episode was about, when it didn't serve any apparent purpose, and they haven't awakened me in the night for a year at least.
A two CD Katie Melua purchase yesterday, getting my fix of female muses. The House has some interesting song titles; Tiny Alien being one song; like WTF, where would the inspiration come for this come from? Other obscure titles like Red Balloons, No Fear of Heights, A Moment of Madness etc. do make me wonder if this isn't all driven by the Thems.
05-22-2012
Back from a day's toil in the vineyard, thinning green shoots all day, and still some to go tomorrow. On the way back I went to the Post Office to see if they would allow me to submit a mail re-direction request or not, as the sub-PO said I couldn't because it was a motel. Well so what? This time a dude instead of the dipshit over-dyed red hair woman at the sub-PO and he attempts to give me the line that the motel staff would be re-directing the mail. LIke WTF; and this time I challenged him and said the remaining residents of a move-out situation are not responsible for redirecting the mail ever, as the Post Office does this. Then he gives me some other BS, and finally admits it makes no sense. The dye-job woman at the sub-PO said the same, giving me the line that the motel would be changing the address. No, and No; the Post Office puts a yellow adhesive label on the front of the envelope with the new address, just like the US PO does for mail re-directions. So... two supposedly independent Post Office personnel on two different occasions and locations give me the same bullshit that the motel re-directs the mail when it is the Post Office. To get two culls to say the same thing that is totally incorrect when they are in a position to know better takes orchestration and scripting IMHO.
The TV in this motel room suddenly fritzed out yesterday while I was watching this dreamy babe on TV, a UK series called Fake or Fortune. So while having tea and having just consumed 100g of chocolate, the motel keeper comes with a new TV and I help him out, undoing and doing up connections. Off he goes with the old one, and lo, if the perps didn't screw me into "needing" to eat another 100g chocolate bar with my second cup of tea. Once done, and dishes too, I boot up this PC and it hangs and the second attempt it goes into Repair Mode boot up. Note that the TV and this PC are not connected by any wire, connection HDMI cable. So how did the PC "just "happen" to flake out in empathy with the TV being swapped? I don't know, but as always, these things are connected in the perp's minds and having someone arrive in mid-brown (chocolate) feed is important. Go figure.
Then this replacement TV has a cluster of pixels knocked out, in a 1/4" size or so, and at the bottom of the screen. And now that the Stanley Cup playoffs are on TV, why, said dead pixel cluster is the size of the puck when view 6' away and deliberately placed to be momentarily confused with the puck where the camera angle shows the rink with the edge at the bottom of the screen. When the perps assaulted me with noise, sights, teleportations, light flashes and other strange phenomenon in making themselves known to me in 04-2002, one of their "tricks" was to have two small blackish masers, like the size and trajectory of large houseflies, come together and then take a strange turn back the way they came. I suppose the daily inundation of specks of lint, crumb and debris, and its momentary confusion with artfully placed same size and color pits, divots and imperfections on countertops is all part of this deranged interest of theirs, attempting to determine some energetic signature from the speck of debris as that on the countertop. Another of the Go Figure category of perp abuses/obsessions.
05-24-2012
A day of planting grape vine plants, Pinot Noir from France no less. The perps like me to be planting plants and will often start their noise eruptions the instant I have finished the task. This time though, we have 250 plants to plant, and they are long ones which means a deeper hole, as the roots must also be straightened out in the hole. The perps also like me sowing seeds, a similar act, though in the past it has been mostly grass seed. My perp abetting mother is also getting in on the act, as some of the lawn patching failed at her place, and so she is re-seeding these patches, one by one.
And my farm worker colleague in Gangstalk City (Victoria, BC), Canada has finished her 9 month horticulture course and been outed from two lawn mowing jobs in the last month. And what is she going to do now? Why, working on a vineyard and planting vines. The coincidences never end, they get escalated.
And why is it that the perps arrange certain regular grocery stores to be out of specific items? The latest is cycling me to get my morningtime staple of yogurt from a third location. First WF was constantly out of 650g size Olympic Krema, and then I got it at QF for about a month. Now, both are out as of yesterday, and I had to go to a SOF. And lo, if two gangstalkers didn't converge on me when I picked it up on the shelf, having to extend my arm at full length; a woman stands 4' away "waiting" for me, and a dude also comes down the aisle to follow me to the cashier. Then extra putzing at the cashier to become a member, and lo, if I didn't get an extra $3 back for joining. Considering I had $70 cash disappear from my wallet a few weeks ago, it is no compensation. I have had cards pilfered from my wallet in the night, so object teleportation abuses, theft and harassment is nothing new here. But why cannot I get my food from who I want, when I want instead of being jerked with all over town, by some sick depraved agency covertly testing the provenance of my groceries?
Then the mail order games go on; an outfit that sells wheels had flat-free wheelbarrow tires, and given the chronic deflated state of my perp-abetting mother's wheelbarrow tire, it was long overdue. And they said it was to come to Surrey and then shipped from there, but no, it ended up in Calgary, and I had to phone and explain what was going on. Then he was keen to ship it to me in Penticton BC, but I suggested it would be simpler to send it to my mother's place in Victoria and be done with it. And he said he would send me two quotes with the different shipping charges and I said that was fine. When I get the email I cannot open the version with the Victoria quote on it. So screw it, I fax my order to get it sent here. All timed for me to be flying to Victoria June 16, and having to take this infernal wheelbarrow tire with me on the flight. Then someone else from the wheel supplier also chimes in with an email and tells me to come pick the tire up, as if I am in Calgary, when I am plainly not. Like WTF; who arranges this nonstop gongshow around me?
05-26-2012
The near weekly schedule of the next door neighbor doing soft rythmic banging on the wall, as if humping someone. The strange thing is, there never seems to be another involved party. Long time readers will know the perps often arrange sex acts in the next room, or nearby, and the most consistent reason I can find out is that there is a release of "orgone"/psychic/kundalini/etc. energy at orgasm, and while not in the same league as an electric motor starting up (EMF spike), it is all part of the perps' games in having biofield detectors/creators placed around me. See Wilheim Reich and orgone and orgasm energy if interested (here). He was a contemporary of Einstein, and when they met in the US, they had a very productive meeting about Reich's scientific results of orgone energy research, but after that, Einstein cut off any communication. More grist for the mill that we are living in a world of "stalled physics understanding", where there is a huge science knowledge gap between quantum forces and Newtonian forces (and electromagnetic forces too, say some), and there is no mainstream accepted theoretical construct to connect the two. Ergo, the Unity/Unified Field theorists, of which there are many, and most center on there being an energetic ether, not unlike the energy fields described in Chinese science and medicine. I could go on, but one can get the picture from online research.
And I see that the perps just terminated my Windows session and cost me the last five minutes of keyboarding more details of today's suntanning on the beach. They had me out in the sun for 2.5 hours before they parked a big cloud overhead. That and the abundant hot-rod and motorcycle noise, some 3 per minute, were a virtual repeat of my last outside tanning of two weeks ago. It seems this particular experiment has a two week cycle, as the weather has been so changeable all week there wasn't any expectation of getting any tan while in shorts on the vineyard. Last weekend was bad enough that I did a salon tan. The vitamin D and sunshine effects are an intense perp study component, as is moving in and out of shade and shadows between me and my gangstalkers.
05-27-2012
Yoga yesterday, the first class in over a year, and the semi-hot kind. I survived OK, even if a parade of arranged class members came in at the last minute. One being the classic male gangstalker; long haired, under a ball cap, baggy shorts below the knees and wearing red. (Aka, the shiftless male). A pillar in the middle of the room makes for odd student placement in the class, though interesting, I was the only one with a E-W mat orientation, everyone else (about 10) stayed clear of me with their N-S orientation mats. The female instructor was super buff and super tanned as well as athletic. My vineyard co-worker was there, in her red hair (Unfavored) in a top bun, the latest in perp sponsored hair-wear, and even the blondes (Favored) are doing this too now. So it would seem that the female top bun hair is also an Unfavored feature. Strange hair for males, long, ponytailed or otherwise is always Unfavored. Who knows what they did to me in the 1950's, and maybe 1960's to now have me with subconscious tramatization associations they are still looking to resolve, i.e., apply remotely applied brain-retraining to remove these associations.
Another day of intense HD motorcycle noise, designed it would seem to noise pattern me at the beach for two hours and then again while inside and attempting to view a movie. The wretched noise got so invasive I had to give up the movie, about an hour into it. So much for freedom, as movies have been highly restricted since 2005. Having me watch a partial movie is just what the perps like doing, and for that matter, partially reading books and the like. They cannot get enough of protracting completion or not completing tasks at all.
Time to post this lest I get another PC shutdown or else an internet access obstruction like all of last evening.
What is it about GMail that it is near totally obstructed and sabotaged? For the last two years I got blocked from setting up a GMail account because the squiggly letter (anti-spammer scraping) test always failed, even if I did have it right according the audio version. The the outfit that sold me the 4G Android phone said I needed one and created it at the store. But because I have a Yahoo account as my primary account. GMail keeps turfing me out and says it will make the GMail account as my primary account. But as it "happened", I did get into my GMail account five days ago, and got my contacts from Yahoo (totally hopeless for managing contacts for the version that I get) and my old-time Sony Clie PDA. And so these contacts were ordered, sorted and grouped in GMail, and I still had some more work to do as some groups needed deletion (no contacts in them) and there was no group deletion feature on the online GMail version I get. Soo... for a few days at least, I could get my way around the clunky Google interface and fix up my contacts. Then two days ago, they logged me out, and lo, if they didn't put that obstructional page up again by making reference to my Yahoo account. I stumble into what seems to be a GMail login page, and it won't take my password. I am totally hooped now, as my contacts need to be downloaded to my Android phone and I cannot get into GMail from there either. And GMail has started another stunt, refusing my password, and in trying to recover, pulling dumbshit questions to authenticate me. Just another managed nightmare of near-total obstruction. I say "near-total", as they give me enough room to think GMail is working, and then have me build and consolidate my contacts list, and then block me again before I can send the contacts list to the Android environment where I have a hope of keeping it maintained.
And if online obstruction wasn't enough, the Post Office wouldn't take my change of address notice, "because" it was from a motel. No problem going to one, but not from one. Go figure. The woman at the PO was suggesting that the motel wouldn't be making up or applying the change notices to the mail. Of course they wouldn't like any house address. The mail gets re-directed by the postal people, no one else.
A major vehicular clusterfuck when going to the bank to deposit a paycheck. Longtime readers will know that the perps go totally beserk when I make a financial transaction, especially one that involves payment to me. And so it is with vehicles suddenly aggregating around me, and continuously, such that I dare not jaywalk. I cross the road at the 4 way stop, always a major pedestrian consideration given the FUD that erupts among the drivers, especially where the road is two lanes wide.
05-20-2012
I see yesterday's and today's blogging got wiped out by the assholes. And they were saved in Blogspot prior to any PC shutdown. Today is Sunday, and one that I now have off, as past crop farming goes on day after day during the growing season. Viticulture is more ordered and scheduled.
No tanning in the sun today as it is overcast. So a salon tan, going in person to make a reservation as she wasn't answering the phone. A bald headed dude was loitering there, and at least 10 years older than the blonde babe at the desk. When I returned he was still there, and of course, when I exited. A bona fide Fuckwit, doing the hang-about for no seeming reason because he wasn't doing much in the way of romantic interests.
A visit to a record store, and a bookstore across the street. I spent money at both, though from plans/intents formed some months or years ago. As always, financial transactions attract the Fuckwits. In the bookstore, a cripple act managed to stalk me before going to the cashier, and then when purchasing. Not to mention I ended up behind the cashier desk looking at the viticulture texts, where they "happened" to be kept.
Then to LD and this bum/vagrant act arrived noiselessly right behind me at the cashier. When I was allowed to notice I moved some to avoid this interpersonal space invasion, and the customer ahead of me found reason to look at me when there was no reason to, as I didn't say anything. When it was my turn at the cashier, the bum/vagrant act starts coughing, and continued through my debit card transaction. Like WTF; here he was buying orange pop and he should of been getting cough mixture. Just like my bookstore stalker, he was on a walker. I don't know what the perps' interest in walkers is, but they use them plenty often as some kind of prop to represent partial physical incapitance. Perhaps they don't have the same subconscious traumatization associations as wheelchairs of the 1950's do, when they wiped my recall when aged 2 to 5.
05-21-2012
A national holiday in Canada today, the Queens Birthday, aka Victoria Day. It is her official birthday, not her real one. Get all that? Most just take the long weekend to get their holiday homes in order and plant their garden in the colder climes. The vehicular gangstalk and other perp hijinx were muted today, attempting to conform with the reduced holiday traffic. An emphasis on gangstalking pickups, especially the raised ones, getting near monster pickup size. I have no idea as to why the perps use pickups so much, sometimes five of five in a serial string, and four will be black, and one middle one they are attempting to hide at first will be red. Sure, one can put brown cardboard, lumber and garbage and other regular props in a pickup, but most often they are empty.
A variable task day on the vineyard; fertilizing the one year old infill vines, cleaning up the young vine protection devices, and doing shoot thinning at the head of the vine trunk. Not a lot of instruction on the latter task, so I am hoping it was done OK. The owners have family visiting, and one party is starting a cidery in conjunction with the planned winery. I don't know where this is going to all happen, save the two door garage with all manner of fermentation vessels and filters.
The perps pulled a light rainfall for the afternoon, but still flew their helicopters overhead, and one in sight when driving home. But, there is an airport within a mile or so, and a helicopter school there too, so I don't have a basis to state that they are out there for me. In past years when not near the airport, and often when I went outside, they had a helicopter pass over. The overflights of the STRATCOM aircraft were heard much of they day, though of course not seen for the cloud cover. All my life they have an unerring knack for flying them overhead, and all along I thought they were doing their duty in keeping nuclear delivery capability aloft. There is more to it than that in my experience, but I don't know of anyone who has a reasonable explanation for why they do this, spread contrails and their exotic patterns, and how this is connected to us violated shmo's (TI's) on the ground. The red plasma contrail of last week suggests a stronger connection. Also, I routinely get masers or plasma emanations from aircraft, especially if they have radar, as military aircraft has.
About two years ago, one of the Mexican farm laborers was heading back to Mexico in a few hours, and he stopped by the farm to say goodbye, even though he didn't speak English. He just hung around, and I wished him "bon voyage". About two hours later, a passenger jet was airborne from the nearby airport, and a pronounced maser came off the aircraft at me. Just speculating of course, but it could of been arranged to come off the Mexican, pass through the aircraft and right at me, as these things take a second or two to arrive, often with some meander in the maser as it comes at me, not a direct line. Anyhow, I get masers all day long, from patches on the road, from nowhere, from other vehicles, from cell phones, from soil exposures, off of Fuckwits and everywhere else. Nothing new, just much more than there once was.
The perps wanted a light rainfall load on the leaves of the vines as I was pulling some of them off the plant, thinning out their density as buds will burst forth from under the bark, and not just from the canes that we left in place and tied down. So the rain wetted leaves were thinned out by yours truly, this the soft green shoot phase still, and no bother to pluck from the vine. The perps put much emphasis on wetting things, and I routinely get wet spots arriving from nowhere, either on me when in the kitchen or bathroom or on the countertops.
Speaking of which, two nights ago they had me wake up at 0400h, have me drink cold green tea (an off yellow color) from the fridge even if I wasn't thirsty, and then have a pee. Some kind of color testing, in and out and within a minute of each other it seemed. There were also some voices from outside, speaking in a foreign European language. When I got up and after breakfast, I read the news and there is an earthquake in N. Italy, occuring at 0403h. Well, this bathroom and yellow color testing was at the same clock time locally, but they are nine hours ahead in Italy, so it wasn't at the same moment in real time. Anyhow, it leaves me curious as to what this awakening episode was about, when it didn't serve any apparent purpose, and they haven't awakened me in the night for a year at least.
A two CD Katie Melua purchase yesterday, getting my fix of female muses. The House has some interesting song titles; Tiny Alien being one song; like WTF, where would the inspiration come for this come from? Other obscure titles like Red Balloons, No Fear of Heights, A Moment of Madness etc. do make me wonder if this isn't all driven by the Thems.
05-22-2012
Back from a day's toil in the vineyard, thinning green shoots all day, and still some to go tomorrow. On the way back I went to the Post Office to see if they would allow me to submit a mail re-direction request or not, as the sub-PO said I couldn't because it was a motel. Well so what? This time a dude instead of the dipshit over-dyed red hair woman at the sub-PO and he attempts to give me the line that the motel staff would be re-directing the mail. LIke WTF; and this time I challenged him and said the remaining residents of a move-out situation are not responsible for redirecting the mail ever, as the Post Office does this. Then he gives me some other BS, and finally admits it makes no sense. The dye-job woman at the sub-PO said the same, giving me the line that the motel would be changing the address. No, and No; the Post Office puts a yellow adhesive label on the front of the envelope with the new address, just like the US PO does for mail re-directions. So... two supposedly independent Post Office personnel on two different occasions and locations give me the same bullshit that the motel re-directs the mail when it is the Post Office. To get two culls to say the same thing that is totally incorrect when they are in a position to know better takes orchestration and scripting IMHO.
The TV in this motel room suddenly fritzed out yesterday while I was watching this dreamy babe on TV, a UK series called Fake or Fortune. So while having tea and having just consumed 100g of chocolate, the motel keeper comes with a new TV and I help him out, undoing and doing up connections. Off he goes with the old one, and lo, if the perps didn't screw me into "needing" to eat another 100g chocolate bar with my second cup of tea. Once done, and dishes too, I boot up this PC and it hangs and the second attempt it goes into Repair Mode boot up. Note that the TV and this PC are not connected by any wire, connection HDMI cable. So how did the PC "just "happen" to flake out in empathy with the TV being swapped? I don't know, but as always, these things are connected in the perp's minds and having someone arrive in mid-brown (chocolate) feed is important. Go figure.
Then this replacement TV has a cluster of pixels knocked out, in a 1/4" size or so, and at the bottom of the screen. And now that the Stanley Cup playoffs are on TV, why, said dead pixel cluster is the size of the puck when view 6' away and deliberately placed to be momentarily confused with the puck where the camera angle shows the rink with the edge at the bottom of the screen. When the perps assaulted me with noise, sights, teleportations, light flashes and other strange phenomenon in making themselves known to me in 04-2002, one of their "tricks" was to have two small blackish masers, like the size and trajectory of large houseflies, come together and then take a strange turn back the way they came. I suppose the daily inundation of specks of lint, crumb and debris, and its momentary confusion with artfully placed same size and color pits, divots and imperfections on countertops is all part of this deranged interest of theirs, attempting to determine some energetic signature from the speck of debris as that on the countertop. Another of the Go Figure category of perp abuses/obsessions.
05-24-2012
A day of planting grape vine plants, Pinot Noir from France no less. The perps like me to be planting plants and will often start their noise eruptions the instant I have finished the task. This time though, we have 250 plants to plant, and they are long ones which means a deeper hole, as the roots must also be straightened out in the hole. The perps also like me sowing seeds, a similar act, though in the past it has been mostly grass seed. My perp abetting mother is also getting in on the act, as some of the lawn patching failed at her place, and so she is re-seeding these patches, one by one.
And my farm worker colleague in Gangstalk City (Victoria, BC), Canada has finished her 9 month horticulture course and been outed from two lawn mowing jobs in the last month. And what is she going to do now? Why, working on a vineyard and planting vines. The coincidences never end, they get escalated.
And why is it that the perps arrange certain regular grocery stores to be out of specific items? The latest is cycling me to get my morningtime staple of yogurt from a third location. First WF was constantly out of 650g size Olympic Krema, and then I got it at QF for about a month. Now, both are out as of yesterday, and I had to go to a SOF. And lo, if two gangstalkers didn't converge on me when I picked it up on the shelf, having to extend my arm at full length; a woman stands 4' away "waiting" for me, and a dude also comes down the aisle to follow me to the cashier. Then extra putzing at the cashier to become a member, and lo, if I didn't get an extra $3 back for joining. Considering I had $70 cash disappear from my wallet a few weeks ago, it is no compensation. I have had cards pilfered from my wallet in the night, so object teleportation abuses, theft and harassment is nothing new here. But why cannot I get my food from who I want, when I want instead of being jerked with all over town, by some sick depraved agency covertly testing the provenance of my groceries?
Then the mail order games go on; an outfit that sells wheels had flat-free wheelbarrow tires, and given the chronic deflated state of my perp-abetting mother's wheelbarrow tire, it was long overdue. And they said it was to come to Surrey and then shipped from there, but no, it ended up in Calgary, and I had to phone and explain what was going on. Then he was keen to ship it to me in Penticton BC, but I suggested it would be simpler to send it to my mother's place in Victoria and be done with it. And he said he would send me two quotes with the different shipping charges and I said that was fine. When I get the email I cannot open the version with the Victoria quote on it. So screw it, I fax my order to get it sent here. All timed for me to be flying to Victoria June 16, and having to take this infernal wheelbarrow tire with me on the flight. Then someone else from the wheel supplier also chimes in with an email and tells me to come pick the tire up, as if I am in Calgary, when I am plainly not. Like WTF; who arranges this nonstop gongshow around me?
05-26-2012
The near weekly schedule of the next door neighbor doing soft rythmic banging on the wall, as if humping someone. The strange thing is, there never seems to be another involved party. Long time readers will know the perps often arrange sex acts in the next room, or nearby, and the most consistent reason I can find out is that there is a release of "orgone"/psychic/kundalini/etc. energy at orgasm, and while not in the same league as an electric motor starting up (EMF spike), it is all part of the perps' games in having biofield detectors/creators placed around me. See Wilheim Reich and orgone and orgasm energy if interested (here). He was a contemporary of Einstein, and when they met in the US, they had a very productive meeting about Reich's scientific results of orgone energy research, but after that, Einstein cut off any communication. More grist for the mill that we are living in a world of "stalled physics understanding", where there is a huge science knowledge gap between quantum forces and Newtonian forces (and electromagnetic forces too, say some), and there is no mainstream accepted theoretical construct to connect the two. Ergo, the Unity/Unified Field theorists, of which there are many, and most center on there being an energetic ether, not unlike the energy fields described in Chinese science and medicine. I could go on, but one can get the picture from online research.
And I see that the perps just terminated my Windows session and cost me the last five minutes of keyboarding more details of today's suntanning on the beach. They had me out in the sun for 2.5 hours before they parked a big cloud overhead. That and the abundant hot-rod and motorcycle noise, some 3 per minute, were a virtual repeat of my last outside tanning of two weeks ago. It seems this particular experiment has a two week cycle, as the weather has been so changeable all week there wasn't any expectation of getting any tan while in shorts on the vineyard. Last weekend was bad enough that I did a salon tan. The vitamin D and sunshine effects are an intense perp study component, as is moving in and out of shade and shadows between me and my gangstalkers.
05-27-2012
Yoga yesterday, the first class in over a year, and the semi-hot kind. I survived OK, even if a parade of arranged class members came in at the last minute. One being the classic male gangstalker; long haired, under a ball cap, baggy shorts below the knees and wearing red. (Aka, the shiftless male). A pillar in the middle of the room makes for odd student placement in the class, though interesting, I was the only one with a E-W mat orientation, everyone else (about 10) stayed clear of me with their N-S orientation mats. The female instructor was super buff and super tanned as well as athletic. My vineyard co-worker was there, in her red hair (Unfavored) in a top bun, the latest in perp sponsored hair-wear, and even the blondes (Favored) are doing this too now. So it would seem that the female top bun hair is also an Unfavored feature. Strange hair for males, long, ponytailed or otherwise is always Unfavored. Who knows what they did to me in the 1950's, and maybe 1960's to now have me with subconscious tramatization associations they are still looking to resolve, i.e., apply remotely applied brain-retraining to remove these associations.
Another day of intense HD motorcycle noise, designed it would seem to noise pattern me at the beach for two hours and then again while inside and attempting to view a movie. The wretched noise got so invasive I had to give up the movie, about an hour into it. So much for freedom, as movies have been highly restricted since 2005. Having me watch a partial movie is just what the perps like doing, and for that matter, partially reading books and the like. They cannot get enough of protracting completion or not completing tasks at all.
Time to post this lest I get another PC shutdown or else an internet access obstruction like all of last evening.
Monday, January 21, 2008
On the Buses
1340h
A mention to a person who left a recent comment that was relevant; I checked it off for "Publish" and somehow, the comment just disappeared. Funny how this happens now.
The title is a reference to a English comedy about a family who were bus drivers and conductors. Though in my case, there is no comedy, just relentless pursuit and stalking. There were seven others at the bus stop this morning at 1037h on a weekday, patently absurd at the second stop from the route terminus, and far more than the usual one or two that I get.
But as the perps had already infuriated me while my parents were out, and then had me take a crap and "somehow" block the toilet for the duration of my shower, and "re-injure" and re-bleed (no actual contact or cause) the right thumb knuckle lesion that mysteriously sprouted two days ago, daubing my blood on a towel and a cloth on the bathroom counter, it was time to increase the gangstalker count from the perp perspective. That would include another 15 or so on the bus when it arrived, also patently absurd for that route at that time of day.
Sure enough, the freakshow of the Unfavored were in place; redheads, Asians with red dyed hair under black hats, Goths (male) with an Asian girlfriend 2' shorter playing huggy games in the bus aisle, the paint daubed dude (feigning a commercial painter -everywhere now), male ponytail acts, the bus aisle view blocker, the spread wide crotch dude with bright blue pack facing me, the sentries standing at the rear door but not getting off when there are plenty of seats availible, and maybe one or two Favored blondes. The Asian dude beside me in the brown jacket did his little throat clearing coughs timed to any uncontrolled thoughts I had and would pop up off his seat by 2" or so, exactly what my father does, and he could of been a morphover of him. Normally, the perps don't give me much brown skin exposure time, and pull these from my immediate proximity within minutes. This dude rode with me nearly the entire trip, and could well of been someone I know in normal form. Their compliant shills and related sickos that I know are of prime demand for gangstalking me it appears.
And it was amazing as to how many "passengers", read gangstalkers, were taking short trips of only a few minutes and then getting off. Their trip duration and journey termination did not make any sense, often getting off in the residential areas. A big part of the perps testing on the bus seemed to be about inter-racial seat use; and Asian gets up and a Caucasian sits down or vice versa. There was also a profusion of on-bus passengers swapping seats to never-before levels. One evasive dude (avoiding my gaze) at my bus stop was some 8' in front of me on the bus, and I was directed to look at his crewcut head, and lo, if there wasn't a 4" x 1/4" horizontal bright blue plasma beam centered in front of the back of his head for about 3 seconds, long enough to leave no doubt as to what it was. I have no idea why this dude's head was so "featured", and there was no corresponding clothing color on him or his immediate proximity.
I also got the derigour copper colored handbag in close proximity, some 4' away belonging to a woman on a cell phone. I take this unusual fabric color to be part of the perps' copper color/metal fixation they regularly visit upon me. The many hundred of hours I spent re-wiring on house renovations in my pre-overt days, and the assholes have the temerity to press this aspect of their agenda. It pisses me off that so many of the pre-overt harassment games are still being played on me and that they don't have the fortitude to front for this nonconsensual human experimentation.
For all the emphasis on brown skinned gangstalkers there were no East Indians or negroes on the bus today. Though I did get a final short negro gangstalker in my apartment lobby, also sporting an massive and disgusting gut for me to notice. About half of the negro gangstalking, rare as it is, is in or near this apartment block. There is more I could write about this topic, but I will refrain as it is such a hot button for flaming, and given my past experience with online forums, there will be someone who will miss the point altogether and get into some tangential flaming match, even a TI sometimes, or a purported one.
1540h
The pre-teabreak sustained noise has been followed by much the same post-teabreak noises; "neigbors" fan, heavy duty equipment operation and the odd transiting heavy duty vehicle passing by. And when I had my tea I also had 100g of chocolate with it, and that is of huge significance to the perps, placing a pleasant dark brown substance in my mouth which is just underneath of the prefrontal cortex of one's brain, within an 1". And I have blogged extensively on the perp's brown color fixation as well as their inability to model the contents of my mouth, hence all their gangstalkers with open mouths, playing with their tongues, chewing gum, yawning, eating food, drinking something, as well as the Coffee Corps subgroup, the plethora of gangstalkers walking with a coffee held out in front of them, the best mobile color reference going.
But while the teabreak was on and when eating chocolate, the sustained noises were turned off, and there was only the more transient ones, passing heavy duty vehicles, loud motorcycles, buses, and loud mufflers, all with some 3 to 10 seconds of trailing off, or noise decay. Why they change up the noise characteristics when eating chocolate is unknown, though it seems that they like to piggy back noises on top of each other, alternating sustained ones and transient ones. I take this to be an effective strategy on accessing parts of my brain, as this entire jerkaround is all about attaining mind control, and then some. I might of been incorrect at 2007 year end in thinking that they have 100% mind control, but it is so close that it is difficult to be sure. They seem to jump on me with coughing and throat clearing gangstalkers for some thought related to what sick assholes they are, a disparaging character summarization type of thought, usually after being jerked around. I also note that they plant more thoughts in mind and I find myself rejecting a substantial number of these in any given day. Now the hallway vaccuuming noise and activity has joined the sustained noise.
One activity I did at my parents was to plant the tree my brother and I delivered from the plant nursery last week. This was a golden time for my supposed to be demented father to "help" and constantly fuck up in attempting to unload the wheelbarrow. It was almost like being married again, having an abiding fuckup at hand that I cannot get rid of, though I did finally. Past readers will know that the perps have a fixation on plants, soil and the entire soil ecosystem, and that this hole for the tree was dug in 10-2007, and the tree acquisition was delayed since then by a "
The perps dark hand in delaying this project was evident, as was their interest in the soil contact with plastic film. The soil had been removed from the hole and put onto three piles, each on plastic, wither blue or black. There was plenty of father fuckups in attempting to get the plastic pot off the roots, and my mother went to get a knife, only to be seen by me brandishing this machete some 20' away about the time that I succeeded in removing the pot with the shovel. As it so "happened", later on the news there were Kenyans brandishing machetes in the same way due to the current unrest in that country, which was also mentioned, or more like, overmentioned by my mother earlier. I care not for Kenya, or even Africa save the animals, so what that is about I don't know, but there have been far too many of this repeat imagery going on to be a coincidence. (And as I re-read this paragragh, and the "K" word, there was an overhead pounding timed exactly for that moment; this is somehow pounding some 8" of concrete as that is the construction material for this building).
Anyhow, back to the tree planting; in brief, plenty of feigned dementia by my father when insisting on being helpful, and of course, placing the load of soil in the wrong place. This process of tree planting took some 30 minutes, and that included handling bonemeal (brown), fertilizer (white), and finally peatmoss (brown). Again, this would be touching objects of colors of intense interest to the perps. There was plenty of plastic shaking time to extract the most of the soil, and lo, if my father didn't "help" (read, fuckup) by grabbing the plastic that had a hole in it so a quantity of soil could fall through it. As we planted the tree, the noisescape gradually started up; aircraft noise, then the neighbor's dog yelping, then the same neighbor's children were screaming, and "local" lound mufflered vehicles were also put on duty. This cacaphony extended for the entire tree planting time, and is consistent with past gardening efforts that I have undertaken at my parent's place. Just another day in Fuckville.
I was allowed to sleep for most of last night, though it seemed that I was kept in a light sleep for much of it. There have been too many sleep jerkarounds to count since the harassment began in 2002, and I never had a problem before that. Also of real curiousity is that I sleep 10 to 10.5 hours per night, when I slept 8 hours per night before the perps went overt on me. One aspect of these later sleep-ins is to time me for the sun angle in the morning at breakfast; the perps love to have the early morning sunlight streaming through when eating breakfast and passing the food in and out of the shadows to my mouth. They have even arranged graduated cloud cover over multiple mornings, adding a little more each day for three days total.
1700h
The dusk time perp silliness is upon me; nonstop backup beeping sounds with a added countering beep at a different frequency was enough to make me put on my hearing protection, but lo, after some 5 minutes of protection, this faint noise "somehow" entered my earmuffs and was heard directly.
For some diversionary reading, here are some anecdotes from other TI's that have written to Eleanor White's website. Most of these events have happened to me at one time or another, save the bad rumor games most likely as this harassment has been city wide for over 5 years now, and any tall stories would wear thin and would cast apersions upon the perps who need compliance from the entire city population.
On another diversionary note, here is a semi-bizarre story that actually happened, and whether it was perp arranged or not I would not know. Take this one straight, but it is typical of what would happen to a TI where one is constantly tested as to the logical congruity of all things. The perps want to understand how we (or, me firstly) arrange our logical universe determinations in our minds.
1720h
The pre-mealtime pounding and rumbling has begun overhead; time to have dinner and put an end to this idiotic noise flurry.
1740h
My leftover tortilla dinner is done, replete with the orange colored olive oil that now "leaks" from the tapenade base, a mixture of ground olives and tomato. This new olive oil leaking happens only when the tortilas are out of the frypan; so far, the perps don't want to mix this color with the frypan as they are still noisestalking me whenever I clean or dry it, and therefore are not prepared for the complexity that this color would bring to their remote analysis games.
Here is something taken from a TI website where one member corresponded with an authority about Canadian crime statistics reporting, and this is what the authority had to say;
I have not reported any of my being gangstalked to the police as they have loudly declared their cooperation with the perps at least three times so far, not counting the special parking lights only driving they also do at dusk time, their "hanging around" gangstalking or siren shows that they put on. When I had my street assault event last year, and I told them about all the incidental stalking activity, they didn't seem too moved, and kept the script tight to the assault event. Victoria's finest, all bought and paid for, and for many decades I would imagine. It is plain sickening what our tax dollars are expended for.
More games with creating an indent, also something of great interest to the perps. Nearly all my web newsites have ragged indents, a seeming randomized arrangement when once they had vertical indents for their news items.
1900h
More noisestalking, the putative neighbor's clunking and the on/off water usage. The earmuffs are now co-opted to deliver faint crackling noises to my ear, usually the right side. Never before has hearing protection been so highly variable and/or noise prone of itself. The perps like to punch regular transient noises through them every so often, and I suspect that the choice in putting them on is not mine, but a planted notion.
2015h
I am listening to a 52 min. show on Sibel Edmonds and her claims about the FBI language translation bureau being compromised by foreign agents. There is no such thing as being allowed to watch a program in perpland; the perps have de-synchronized the audio and visual portions by a second or more. Now it is a radio show effectively; the perps drive to functionally decompose all that I simultaneous percieve continues. There are many mentions of Turkey as a country in Sibel Edmond's claims, something near and dear to the perp's hearts in their geographic themed harassment. Thought-to-be friends of mine toured Turkey twice between 1991 and 1996, neither of them Turkish; it could of been a coincidence, but as I contend, there is no such thing in my life.
2135h
More YouTubing, and lo, if there aren't freezes on the visual, and now, a cessation of the audio portion; fucking tiresome. This followed a fruit fly "assault"; a fruit fly that materializes out of nowhere in front of my LCD display and drives at me in its usual hard-to-catch fashion. They don't come any other way any more; out of nowhere and crazy trajectories. NOw mini-zapping of my left arm on my chair's armrest, the latest intensified harassment.
2235h
Time to call this one done; a shut-in Monday following arriving from my parents for the Sunday First Feral Family gangstalking. So just who was that dude one seat away from me on the bus doing harumpfs and sitting off his seat momentarily? Could it of been one of the First Feral Family in morphover who is known to do the exact same thing on the same cue- when an uncontrolled/unplanted thought comes to mind?
A mention to a person who left a recent comment that was relevant; I checked it off for "Publish" and somehow, the comment just disappeared. Funny how this happens now.
The title is a reference to a English comedy about a family who were bus drivers and conductors. Though in my case, there is no comedy, just relentless pursuit and stalking. There were seven others at the bus stop this morning at 1037h on a weekday, patently absurd at the second stop from the route terminus, and far more than the usual one or two that I get.
But as the perps had already infuriated me while my parents were out, and then had me take a crap and "somehow" block the toilet for the duration of my shower, and "re-injure" and re-bleed (no actual contact or cause) the right thumb knuckle lesion that mysteriously sprouted two days ago, daubing my blood on a towel and a cloth on the bathroom counter, it was time to increase the gangstalker count from the perp perspective. That would include another 15 or so on the bus when it arrived, also patently absurd for that route at that time of day.
Sure enough, the freakshow of the Unfavored were in place; redheads, Asians with red dyed hair under black hats, Goths (male) with an Asian girlfriend 2' shorter playing huggy games in the bus aisle, the paint daubed dude (feigning a commercial painter -everywhere now), male ponytail acts, the bus aisle view blocker, the spread wide crotch dude with bright blue pack facing me, the sentries standing at the rear door but not getting off when there are plenty of seats availible, and maybe one or two Favored blondes. The Asian dude beside me in the brown jacket did his little throat clearing coughs timed to any uncontrolled thoughts I had and would pop up off his seat by 2" or so, exactly what my father does, and he could of been a morphover of him. Normally, the perps don't give me much brown skin exposure time, and pull these from my immediate proximity within minutes. This dude rode with me nearly the entire trip, and could well of been someone I know in normal form. Their compliant shills and related sickos that I know are of prime demand for gangstalking me it appears.
And it was amazing as to how many "passengers", read gangstalkers, were taking short trips of only a few minutes and then getting off. Their trip duration and journey termination did not make any sense, often getting off in the residential areas. A big part of the perps testing on the bus seemed to be about inter-racial seat use; and Asian gets up and a Caucasian sits down or vice versa. There was also a profusion of on-bus passengers swapping seats to never-before levels. One evasive dude (avoiding my gaze) at my bus stop was some 8' in front of me on the bus, and I was directed to look at his crewcut head, and lo, if there wasn't a 4" x 1/4" horizontal bright blue plasma beam centered in front of the back of his head for about 3 seconds, long enough to leave no doubt as to what it was. I have no idea why this dude's head was so "featured", and there was no corresponding clothing color on him or his immediate proximity.
I also got the derigour copper colored handbag in close proximity, some 4' away belonging to a woman on a cell phone. I take this unusual fabric color to be part of the perps' copper color/metal fixation they regularly visit upon me. The many hundred of hours I spent re-wiring on house renovations in my pre-overt days, and the assholes have the temerity to press this aspect of their agenda. It pisses me off that so many of the pre-overt harassment games are still being played on me and that they don't have the fortitude to front for this nonconsensual human experimentation.
For all the emphasis on brown skinned gangstalkers there were no East Indians or negroes on the bus today. Though I did get a final short negro gangstalker in my apartment lobby, also sporting an massive and disgusting gut for me to notice. About half of the negro gangstalking, rare as it is, is in or near this apartment block. There is more I could write about this topic, but I will refrain as it is such a hot button for flaming, and given my past experience with online forums, there will be someone who will miss the point altogether and get into some tangential flaming match, even a TI sometimes, or a purported one.
1540h
The pre-teabreak sustained noise has been followed by much the same post-teabreak noises; "neigbors" fan, heavy duty equipment operation and the odd transiting heavy duty vehicle passing by. And when I had my tea I also had 100g of chocolate with it, and that is of huge significance to the perps, placing a pleasant dark brown substance in my mouth which is just underneath of the prefrontal cortex of one's brain, within an 1". And I have blogged extensively on the perp's brown color fixation as well as their inability to model the contents of my mouth, hence all their gangstalkers with open mouths, playing with their tongues, chewing gum, yawning, eating food, drinking something, as well as the Coffee Corps subgroup, the plethora of gangstalkers walking with a coffee held out in front of them, the best mobile color reference going.
But while the teabreak was on and when eating chocolate, the sustained noises were turned off, and there was only the more transient ones, passing heavy duty vehicles, loud motorcycles, buses, and loud mufflers, all with some 3 to 10 seconds of trailing off, or noise decay. Why they change up the noise characteristics when eating chocolate is unknown, though it seems that they like to piggy back noises on top of each other, alternating sustained ones and transient ones. I take this to be an effective strategy on accessing parts of my brain, as this entire jerkaround is all about attaining mind control, and then some. I might of been incorrect at 2007 year end in thinking that they have 100% mind control, but it is so close that it is difficult to be sure. They seem to jump on me with coughing and throat clearing gangstalkers for some thought related to what sick assholes they are, a disparaging character summarization type of thought, usually after being jerked around. I also note that they plant more thoughts in mind and I find myself rejecting a substantial number of these in any given day. Now the hallway vaccuuming noise and activity has joined the sustained noise.
One activity I did at my parents was to plant the tree my brother and I delivered from the plant nursery last week. This was a golden time for my supposed to be demented father to "help" and constantly fuck up in attempting to unload the wheelbarrow. It was almost like being married again, having an abiding fuckup at hand that I cannot get rid of, though I did finally. Past readers will know that the perps have a fixation on plants, soil and the entire soil ecosystem, and that this hole for the tree was dug in 10-2007, and the tree acquisition was delayed since then by a "
The perps dark hand in delaying this project was evident, as was their interest in the soil contact with plastic film. The soil had been removed from the hole and put onto three piles, each on plastic, wither blue or black. There was plenty of father fuckups in attempting to get the plastic pot off the roots, and my mother went to get a knife, only to be seen by me brandishing this machete some 20' away about the time that I succeeded in removing the pot with the shovel. As it so "happened", later on the news there were Kenyans brandishing machetes in the same way due to the current unrest in that country, which was also mentioned, or more like, overmentioned by my mother earlier. I care not for Kenya, or even Africa save the animals, so what that is about I don't know, but there have been far too many of this repeat imagery going on to be a coincidence. (And as I re-read this paragragh, and the "K" word, there was an overhead pounding timed exactly for that moment; this is somehow pounding some 8" of concrete as that is the construction material for this building).
Anyhow, back to the tree planting; in brief, plenty of feigned dementia by my father when insisting on being helpful, and of course, placing the load of soil in the wrong place. This process of tree planting took some 30 minutes, and that included handling bonemeal (brown), fertilizer (white), and finally peatmoss (brown). Again, this would be touching objects of colors of intense interest to the perps. There was plenty of plastic shaking time to extract the most of the soil, and lo, if my father didn't "help" (read, fuckup) by grabbing the plastic that had a hole in it so a quantity of soil could fall through it. As we planted the tree, the noisescape gradually started up; aircraft noise, then the neighbor's dog yelping, then the same neighbor's children were screaming, and "local" lound mufflered vehicles were also put on duty. This cacaphony extended for the entire tree planting time, and is consistent with past gardening efforts that I have undertaken at my parent's place. Just another day in Fuckville.
I was allowed to sleep for most of last night, though it seemed that I was kept in a light sleep for much of it. There have been too many sleep jerkarounds to count since the harassment began in 2002, and I never had a problem before that. Also of real curiousity is that I sleep 10 to 10.5 hours per night, when I slept 8 hours per night before the perps went overt on me. One aspect of these later sleep-ins is to time me for the sun angle in the morning at breakfast; the perps love to have the early morning sunlight streaming through when eating breakfast and passing the food in and out of the shadows to my mouth. They have even arranged graduated cloud cover over multiple mornings, adding a little more each day for three days total.
1700h
The dusk time perp silliness is upon me; nonstop backup beeping sounds with a added countering beep at a different frequency was enough to make me put on my hearing protection, but lo, after some 5 minutes of protection, this faint noise "somehow" entered my earmuffs and was heard directly.
For some diversionary reading, here are some anecdotes from other TI's that have written to Eleanor White's website. Most of these events have happened to me at one time or another, save the bad rumor games most likely as this harassment has been city wide for over 5 years now, and any tall stories would wear thin and would cast apersions upon the perps who need compliance from the entire city population.
On another diversionary note, here is a semi-bizarre story that actually happened, and whether it was perp arranged or not I would not know. Take this one straight, but it is typical of what would happen to a TI where one is constantly tested as to the logical congruity of all things. The perps want to understand how we (or, me firstly) arrange our logical universe determinations in our minds.
1720h
The pre-mealtime pounding and rumbling has begun overhead; time to have dinner and put an end to this idiotic noise flurry.
1740h
My leftover tortilla dinner is done, replete with the orange colored olive oil that now "leaks" from the tapenade base, a mixture of ground olives and tomato. This new olive oil leaking happens only when the tortilas are out of the frypan; so far, the perps don't want to mix this color with the frypan as they are still noisestalking me whenever I clean or dry it, and therefore are not prepared for the complexity that this color would bring to their remote analysis games.
Here is something taken from a TI website where one member corresponded with an authority about Canadian crime statistics reporting, and this is what the authority had to say;
"There is no need to add a new field to the national Uniform Crime Reporting (UCR) survey to collect information on multiple harassers, as a field already exists for the identification of multiple accused persons for all criminal incidents reported to police. As an example, of the 10,756 incidents of criminal harassment reported to police in 2006, 1,429 of these (or 13%) involved more than one accused."The debate is that this applies to "simultaneous multiple harassers", and is it legitimate to apply this to mean gangstalkers. Stalking is one form of harassment, belonging to the crime of Criminal Harassment in Canada, and I am having an imposed difficulty in thinking fully about other forms of harassment that might belong to this crime category. More grist for the mill while I do time at the behest of my mind-keepers.
I have not reported any of my being gangstalked to the police as they have loudly declared their cooperation with the perps at least three times so far, not counting the special parking lights only driving they also do at dusk time, their "hanging around" gangstalking or siren shows that they put on. When I had my street assault event last year, and I told them about all the incidental stalking activity, they didn't seem too moved, and kept the script tight to the assault event. Victoria's finest, all bought and paid for, and for many decades I would imagine. It is plain sickening what our tax dollars are expended for.
More games with creating an indent, also something of great interest to the perps. Nearly all my web newsites have ragged indents, a seeming randomized arrangement when once they had vertical indents for their news items.
1900h
More noisestalking, the putative neighbor's clunking and the on/off water usage. The earmuffs are now co-opted to deliver faint crackling noises to my ear, usually the right side. Never before has hearing protection been so highly variable and/or noise prone of itself. The perps like to punch regular transient noises through them every so often, and I suspect that the choice in putting them on is not mine, but a planted notion.
2015h
I am listening to a 52 min. show on Sibel Edmonds and her claims about the FBI language translation bureau being compromised by foreign agents. There is no such thing as being allowed to watch a program in perpland; the perps have de-synchronized the audio and visual portions by a second or more. Now it is a radio show effectively; the perps drive to functionally decompose all that I simultaneous percieve continues. There are many mentions of Turkey as a country in Sibel Edmond's claims, something near and dear to the perp's hearts in their geographic themed harassment. Thought-to-be friends of mine toured Turkey twice between 1991 and 1996, neither of them Turkish; it could of been a coincidence, but as I contend, there is no such thing in my life.
2135h
More YouTubing, and lo, if there aren't freezes on the visual, and now, a cessation of the audio portion; fucking tiresome. This followed a fruit fly "assault"; a fruit fly that materializes out of nowhere in front of my LCD display and drives at me in its usual hard-to-catch fashion. They don't come any other way any more; out of nowhere and crazy trajectories. NOw mini-zapping of my left arm on my chair's armrest, the latest intensified harassment.
2235h
Time to call this one done; a shut-in Monday following arriving from my parents for the Sunday First Feral Family gangstalking. So just who was that dude one seat away from me on the bus doing harumpfs and sitting off his seat momentarily? Could it of been one of the First Feral Family in morphover who is known to do the exact same thing on the same cue- when an uncontrolled/unplanted thought comes to mind?
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