Resume Write Up Obstruction

04-26-2011
What is it about resumes that the perps are so excited about? Constant noise interuptions as I mention the word and deal with the protracted obstruction over gettin on with resume rewrites.Two employment counsellors of the last three years somehow "failed" to tell me about the functional resume design that is better for those with imposed working gaps. This on/off resume write up and job search game is getting very tired.

Other events of the day were to see my employment counsellor in the morning, and head to the First Feral Family house to do landscape maintenance to earn chump change and attempt to stay out of hoc, another place the perps like to keep me.

I got to the city bus stop and now my freakshow is regularly inhabiting the bus stop and not just onboard. First, they had a commercial 5 tonne delivery truck of a food distributor illegally parked in the bus stop zone and across an adjacent driveway. One dude was standing in front of the tailgate on the road, looking like he was part of the crew. Another was attending to the rear door, and I thought they were together. Another look a minute later and the in-street stand-there dude is now a potential bus passenger, now under the bus shelter on the sidewalk. Why he had to stand into the traffic lane behind the delivery truck is most strange, as no bus was coming anyways. I often get gangstalkers who insist on standing on the asphalt road surface near me standing on the concrete sidewalk, about to cross at the same crosswalk.

Said dude then follows me on the bus and sits across from me with his black shopping bag. Only later did I see that he had a blue ceramic pot inside of it, stretching the bag fabric. Only later did the perps let me in on the similar fact that they fire blue plasma beams at me from dark locations, and that this combination of a black bag and a variable blue ceramic bowl was to emulate the same circumstances.

Other later city bus freakshow was to populate the bus with some 24 gangstalkers, no matter it being quite odd that there be so many on the bus at 1730h (downtown bound on a Tuesday evening) with a very important Stanley Cup hockey game on this evening, Vancouver Canucks and the Chicago Black Hawks.

Then, with an evening to get on with resume writing, the assholes demotivate me to make the exercise pointless. Yet more of the protracted battle to get a resume rewrite done

04-27-2011
1000h
About 15 screaming rage shows so far this morning, especially at breakfast when the opening of a new package of ground coffee (read, brown color prop of extensive gangstalking use), always an big harassment event. And too, plenty of heavy vehicle noise, though no actual vehicles seen, the perps backing off of the backup beeper noise that has been incessant for the last two mornings. Provocations to rile me up were finger tip jabbing from unseen force fields, pulling items from my grasp, crumb teleportations and extra-conventional gravitic resistance from being removed from the cereal bowl under running water. The ground flax seed has been particularly problematic as an excuse to have the ground flakes stay in the bowl, fomented by the fact thata the usual hemp seed ran out, was removed from the supermarket shelf in its entirety, and they wouldn't let me go to get it last night when walking past.

And today, I am supposed to get a functional resume written, bound to be another grevious thought-blocked vexacious exercise, having started this bullshit last night. No doubt it will be an all day exercise to then have sudden flashes of "insight" in the last hour before this application is due at 1600h.

I was finally allowed to get on with the dusting, being a sore point for the last week, as I cannot stand the sight of it. Then a sudden need to deal with the filing of papers that have accumulated since January, another pain as the assholes had me in the habit of filing them every day. Then a sudden lapse of good habits, which is the the signature of perp mind-fuck interference. There isn't anything or any activity they haven't obstructed and protracted, sometimes for months, even years in some cases. One isn't allowed to have functional competance for long, as it gets duly dithered in this long running, nine years now, life and mind fuck. Though from what I see in the news, and now knowing nothing is a coincidence any more, it seems others who are unaware of the physical world manipulations and remotely applied mind invasive technologies pay a steeper price. Though, they might be considered to be one of the lucky ones from my discouraged perspective.

1035hs
A tapping attack from overhead, that somehow gets through my earmuffs. Then when taken off, a whistling noise erupts from the hallway. The whistling noise being something the assholes suddenly began with in 2002 when this insane harssment begain. Also, so in-apartment light flashes today, seeming to compliment noises arranged at the exact same instant.

1310h
Another 10 rantings or screaming at the assholes while making the standard lunch/dinner dish from scratch. Provocations like having food items defy gravity and hang on the upside down spoon are a sure method to crank me up, as well as crumbs that erupt from nowhere, as is planting water in the respective tubs of tapenade and guacamole. In the case of the latter they screwed me into getting the version with unlabelled red pimentos in it, another loathing, these speckled inclusions of red color. The perps have been heavy on the avocado and lime green gangstalkers, and guacamole fits their color  games pattern, but why the infernal red pimentos. And if allowed access to my own recall, I would of remembered that this was the game last year when I learned the same lesson. But as usual, I am not allowed to recall what I would of normally remembered, and got screwed into getting something I had no intention of getting.

The dim-down games continue; it was sunny first thing, and now dark enough to be when raining. They only let me open my curtains at 1205h, so it seems they need to piss with the ambient lighting conditions.

1345h
A screaming rage show over lines showing up in my resume that cannot be deleted. Open Source software means open rape, anything and everything.

1640h
I finally finished the resume before the 1600h deadline, by six minutes. It was a frantic, as it seemed like it wouldn't get done, and I was sabotaged the entire time, good for at least 30 screaming rage-ifications to the provocations; typo sabotage, inserted lines that I couldn't remove, bullet points that differed slightly in size over the same paragraph and no amount of re-bulleting and re-assigning format would work. I didn't need the tight deadline, and I got fucked out of getting on with the resume this morning. It simply defies my mind to understand what sick assholes would utilize remote influencing technologies for nine years to the same victim in order to enrage the individual at every turn.

2040h
A 30+ screaming rage-ification show when making and eating dinner tonight. Eating much the same food for nine years isn't enough, so they provoke me with faked touches, a flat bottomed plate rattling and vibrating at the slightest touch on a flat table, rattling the bottles around each time I opened the fridge, pulling items from my grasp and a few more. The assholes backed off on the extra-conventional kinetic salad games tonight, another one of their specialties.

2130h
Many text shrinking games going on this PC tonight; I leave a browser tab, and then come back to find they shrank the text (font size) some. This relatively benign nonsense has been going on for years, but has increased of late to be all evening. Even this Blogspot page got text reduced, along with slimming down the panel size into which I type.

2310h
Some reading from sites picked up from incywincy.com, said to be a search engine that digs into the hidden web. And that is said to be 500x bigger than the known web. All too conspiratorial, but I did find something interesting when searching for "MKUltra". Try your own favorite search terms and see how it compares to Google. It was Weblens.org that first introduced me to this, a result of tonight's browsing (hidden sites here). And it also got me a full body zapping with a simultaneous noise at one point, and have I said how much I like getting zapped? Enough to see that any involved perp rues the day they came on this project of hounding my ass for nine years and counting.

Enough of today's abuses, and some outside time tomorrow. Don't know if that is good or bad, but it seems they like to alternate these.

Eyeglasses Swap

1515h
A visit to get my eyeglasses swapped at the optican's earlier. And also to hope that this blogger doesn't get totally sabotaged like an earlier posting, to the point I had to delete it. The assholes killed typing and all mouse actions in both Firefox and IE browsers, as very often when this erupts, I switch browsers and I continue from there.

And of course, without the far sighted Rx in these old glasses I get to see this LCD a little fuzzy, and that is cause for the assholes to lay on the outside vehicle noise, the train of loud mufflered vehicles every 20 seconds or so, heard through the earmuffs, aka, hearing protection.

The throbby motorcycle noises are coming at 3x/minute, and getting through my earmuffs as I write. The big interest for the perps after the umpteenth forced pee today is to have me look up towel rails on the internet following the bathroom visitation. The towel rail there has a loose rail between the two anchored ends, and even if I don't pull or move the towel while using it as it hangs from the rail, the assholes move the loose part, usually in some kind of sound pattern. And they have me going beserk over it, where, given my own inclination, it would be another so-what obsession of theirs that was totally beserk. But no, I am not allowed to be mellow about any of this, so call it another rage-fication provocation. Though, very often, if I take away the excuse, then the game is over, as they have provoked me enough. It could all be about the commonality that they are looking for, between seeing and using an object to its likeness pictured and all the way to possibly ordering one. Just more games again.

But of course the above wasn't enough, as they wanted me to bookmark it after closing the browser tab window. Recovering the link wasn't a big deal for me, but you can be sure it was covered with motorcycle noise yet again. Not to mention the ongoing ear ringing that it totally constant today.

1700h
Hung out to dry for the weekend; no phone call from the optician's as to when they will return my eyeglasses, the usual evasiveness/victim suspense bullshit again. And why didn't I figure this out ahead of time? Because of imposed cognitive conditions; I have been the brunt of thousands of these kinds of stunts/feints up since 2002, and until about 2007 or so, I was good at figuring out the scam potential in advance. Slowly they learned how I knew, and then debased by my knowledge of them . And that is as bad as it sounds; I am not allowed to access my own knowledge or in any way gain it if not approved by my Fuckwit orchestration manager. All to keep me in place and listen to dumbshit  otorcycle noise all afternoon, and still playing, even if it is very today, 9 deg. C.

1935h
A round of games with the perps making the text font smaller when I come back to a page after an absence. That, and more motorcycle noise with simultaneous overhead rumbling noise, always an opportunistic noise, and long past feigning any kind of legit cover story.

2145h
Evening tea time with chocolate, about my 20th consecutive broken chocolate bar, that this, broken up in the package before it it opened. This erupted about 8 days ago, and seemed timed to "happen" when I was using the dinner plate, then the old wobbly plate, and now the new salad plate, all differing degrees of white. I can expect to pour out the heap of chocolate squares now, each with angular shard facets to ge the most surface area to the break as possible. And these broken chocolate bars have all been the same make and kind, and have been purchased over four differing shopping visits to the same store. There must be something important about these broken chocolate bars, as they like to pour on the overhead rumbling noise now, before and after tea time, and eating one (broken up of course). Though it was interesting that they didn't want me to have one at breakfast, the usual practice; I headed to the optician one block away and getting me out on the street "chocolate free" seemed to be a big deal. They even put on a big lug who was in brown shorts for the extra stupid look. There is something they know about me, and that I don't like shorts on me for whatever reason. And this is a big part of the dude force duds, these freaking shorts they wear, often in a faux plaid, e.g. brown squares on the whitish fabric. Just when I thought winter dress would be part of the gangstalking schtick, why, they come back with summer like clothing again. Fucking tiresome.


And I also got the sloppy white pants leading me ahead too this morning when out, after purchasing groceries, and that would include the above mentioned stack of five chocolate bars. In between the brown short dude and the sloppy white pants ahead of me (both highly Unfavored items of male clothing), I got these faux vagrants walking toward me, and lo, if they didn't split apart, one heading for the garbage can to cross my path, and the other waiting, and have me walk between the Fuckwits. Not quite the "split couple" move I have seen so often in public, but the "split dude pair" maybe. And the perps also like to script their Fuckwits like they are ready to jump me, as in heading for me and then diverting at the last moment to get my flight or fight reaction started up. Every time I am out in public, and going two blocks or more, I can be sure to be getting at least three or four Fuckwits pulling this stunt; walk toward me on the sidewalk or crosswalk when there is ample room and no reason whatsoever for them to come toward me. Today, I was in mid crosswalk when a Fuckwit on the sidewalk comes from the left, makes a turn to head toward me on the sidewalk, and instead of turning 90 degrees or so, he turns wide, say 85 degrees, and then is coming at me and then when I started to divert to avoid the Fuckwit, why, only then did he straighten out his trajectory. Part of this move, of having Fuckwits, singly or in wall formation to come straight at me on the crosswalk is to force me outside to avoid them and thereby walk on the broad white line that bounds the crosswalk. Like WTF; why am I not allowed to walk unharassed on a fucking sidewalk nowadays?

And this was the same crosswalk where they pulled a vehicular rundown attempt on me two months ago, making me run for it, as the driver wasn't going to stop, and she even re-aligned her turning arc to aim at me in my new position, seemingly attempting to pin me between her vehicles and the ones that were stopped. Then she turned back the wheel again to miss me, and then finally stopped in mid-turn, time enough for me to yell at her for being a total asshole. This was the same intersection where they put two babbling vagrants together this morning, and I was obliged to walk toward them to get across the street, the way the traffic lights "worked out", read planned just for me to get some "vagrant time". Normally I avoid the fuckers, but these assholes weren't moving, as they didn't walk across the intersection in either direction as it turned out, making themselves to be long lost buddies. How many times have I heard that schtick?

Some science news the perps dropped off on me for reasons that seem topical. This article on touch typists talks about intention and action, two themes that are near and dear to the Fuckwit's abuse agenda. And that there are two error processing loops for touch typists; a conscious one and a subconscious one that slows down keystrokes when an error has been made. And as the perps sabotage my typing at least every fifth letter, and even multiple sabotage when attempting to fix the forced typo, this might be just what it is about. They can screw me over in detecting typos, and have done that for at least two years now, but they cannot yet screw my subconscious error detection capabilities. This article mentions "false typos", where letters are inserted by the spoofed software the touch typists are using. And have I not roundly complained that the assholes are also inserting letters into what I type, either gratuitiously (no evident action on my part) or else by touching my fingers as if I hit two keys at once when I didn't. Got all that? I am not sure that I do. But they also like to have me alternate between reading what I type on the screen, or watching the keyboard and slow me down with typo after typo.

Another harassment game of endless bounds, some 150 to 250x/day, is to jab or poke me with unseen forcefields, often when I am doing something, say, handling the dishes. They like to have me detect whether it was a gratuitous poke or jab (unconventionally caused), or whether it might actually be related to the conventional reality of actually bumping into  something. (Which of course they would manipulate anyhow, making things look conventional is all part of what the assholes do, if it isn't a gratuitous non-conventional event). These must be brain-stem region error detection capabilities, as this seems to be where the perps are so focussed, for the last two years.


Enough science, and on with posting this. I hear the faux neighbor fan noise is on again for the rest of the evening, some two hours or more. This is the third successive evening this noise has started up, and last night they added some variation  to it, having the noise drop off and change pitch for a second or two to catch my neural circuitry detecting the noise variance. This hum can also be heard through my earmuffs, and having them on or off does not change the noise volume any, they just re-adjust it to be heard no matter which. Talk about dynamic surveillance and harassment.

Crotch Potato

1915h
A very busy two days of farm work, and a stayover at the First Feral Family home last night, delivering me to the farm work site this morning at 0700h. All kinds of perp disruption to established habits have transpired, and likely for habits to be if this farming gig takes me to November as suggested by the management. It is not the farm of the last two years, but one much closer into town and less commute time. But lots of hours, some getting 60/week according to one of the management staff.

June 05 was picking strawberries adjacent to a busy road, June 06 was picking potatoes with some rain interuptions, and June 07, today, was a full on day of picking potatoes, and then washing them on the conveyor line, right to the boxed state, ready for shipping. And I got to work on the "conveyor line" in the box of the hopper truck with sloped sides and a plywood covered conveyor in the bottom. It was my job to control the feed rate so the conveyor motor didn't need to be on/off-ed, and I did that by straddling the sides of the hopper truck bin, and controlling how fast the tumbling potatoes landed onto the conveyor. Largely accomplished by blocking them with my feet (in gumboots), and with a hose to direct them down if needed. I also pulled the plywood covers off the conveyor to reveal more of it as the pile was diminishing further back toward the front of the hopper box. So... every potatoe shipped for the past two days, tonnes of them, had passed under me as I straddled the hopper box as it was the only way to be able to stand up, as the potatoes covered the plywood conveyor hatches for the most part. Quite the juxtaposition of events and objects to say the least, not to mention all the water being sprayed at high pressure to douse the potatoes and direct them down the conveyor. Everything was food-safe and all that, save the odd potatoe I stepped on, (actually, my foot was lifted up unbidden by me and came down on a spud), which would of been picked out of the line further along, as they have a qualty person, after the spud shower stage to pick out splits, funky ones, soft ones and any that are disfigured or ugly. Rest assured, any of the few spuds that ended up under my boot were not passed onto the food chain.

And as part of that entire gig, I was picking the potatoes in the field with the crew of eight or so, picking them up by hand as these are the small new potatoes and too small for the automated equipment apparently. Soo... my colleagues were OK folk, Punjabis mostly, and most from one family, with one or two that aren't, and then one Asian. A large Caucasian woman joined the crew today, about two hours into the work day, and I did get to speak English today, save the 20 y.o. Punjabi girl who is fluent in both languages. BUT the males especially, made me very claustrophobic despite being in some 50 acres of fields, and they kept invading my personal space, and arranging their asses to be pointintoward me some 70% of the picking time. One of the seeming-senior Punjabis was doing his wander all over act, picking my row ahead of me, and then not, and fussing over me when my plastic 5 gal. bucket was filled, or even partially filled with just a few. He was doing the "helpful" work, keeping us pickers going without intervening stops to take the full bucket to the nearby bin where we dumped all the potatoes, once picked. Helpful sort of; he would take my bucket without notice (sort of OK, as I could observe it), sometimes bring it back, or swap me for an empty one, or sometimes do both. No rhyme or reason, and as well, picking in my row where he specifically wanted me to pick. The ass-planting bullshit got too extreme at times, and so I went ahead and worked there, and usually, withing 10 seconds, they had a picker beside me, sometimes doing ass-planting again. I don't want anyone's ass closer than 18" of my face in any public or worksite experience, so why in the fuck is this insane ass-planting cluster fucking bullshit going on? Like I say, they cannot ever get enough ass-plantings in my face, and last years berry picking also brought similar high rudeness, this being the freaking native Indians.

2050h
Speaking of which, the two days ago first day of farm work, and a mighty sunny one at that, came with a overpopulated freak show on the city bus, this at 1600h on a Sunday for crissakes. And one native Indian large gutted and long haired male with his skanky babe, the candidates for the Least-Likely-To-Be-Travelling-On-a-City-Bus award, were on the back bench 4' away. Then about 3/4 into the bus ride, he makes a beeline for me, but isn't looking at me, and looks at the window and raps on it, making it look as if he saw someone he knew. Like WTF; he wouldn't of been able to see anyone from where he was, and he invades my personal space, scaring the living shit out of me having this Fuckwit barreling at me, and he expects to live the tale. Well, when working with the assholes, to a script, they can have these invasions "happen" without consequence to the perpetrator. In a rough town, without the mind-fucck script going, he would of had a knife up his nose. It is fucking insane I cannot be permitted to be left alone in public, and having these grevious incursions on my personal space. Only the day before, someone waiting at the daytime bus stop, with no prior history with the police, minding his own business, was murdered in broad daylight. There isn't a fucking gnat fart in this sick town that isn't arranged, so I am assuming the hapless victim was fucked over by the Fourth Reich. This incident, "happened" a day before I resumed my city bus trips, so I cannot say it was truly coordinated with the abuse they heap on me (including blood samples about 5x/week), but it bears thinking about. And the victim was E. Indian, and lo, if I didn't start working with an E. Indian crew the next day. And yesterday, this E. Indian, arrives with my ex's older daughter, and no one introduced him, or explained why he was there. And he does his homework while there for crissakes. Stupider and stupider. And I got noise stalked and rage-ified with insane degrees of typo sabotage while this was typed up.

2200h
An early night as I have to take a hot bath to relax my stiff muscles and remove the excuses for making me so stiff.

Other bullshit was yesterday, when I had to pack for work, but also a First Feral Family (FFF) stayover, and lo, I didn't "forget" all my usual toiletries and face cloth I take there every Sunday. So.. last night, no teeth cleaning, same this morning, no Deep Clean for the eveningtime greasy face, and no shaving this morning, and no shower which includes no shampoo or conditioner. All very important events for the remote energetics evaluation and experimentation crowd, the gutless wonders of the TI abuse. In other words, I wasn't permitted to use the plastic packaged products which seem to be the bane for the sickos, and they had me in relatively "raw form" this morning for a 0700h work start and a 1715 finish after two cycles of potato picking and washing, per above.

Anyhow, I will get this done now, call it a day, for another early start.

no shave, shower, etc

Dullest New Years Eve Going

12-31-2009
1640h
Very dull today, and I have been in a shut-in all day, not even laundry to do. I am getting the forced typos as I type this, and there has been plenty of noncausal noise erupting while swearing at the perps over provocations like pulling objects from my hands, touches from no cause, sending me to the wrong drawer in the kitchen and the rest of it. Fucking tiresome.

The shut-in days seem to follow the First Feral Family visitation days most of the time. Though today, the 31st, is the second full day after getting dropped off. I am getting ceiling/floor tapping noises regularly, and they even can get through the earmuffs that I am wearing. Yesterday, the created an overhead pounding noise that simultaneously came with a chair shaking and a vibration running down my spine with the earmuffs on. Clearly, wearing dark green earmuffs is very exciting for the assholes.

1805h
Noisestalking-wise, things got interesting when making tortillas from scratch for dinner tonight. The overhead tapping noise started up, and is continuing as I write this. It sounds as if the overhead ceiling/floor is getting a slow, 1x/second hammering on bare concrete floor. Never mind the fact that upstairs would be carpeted just like any other suite, or at least, theoretically.

The big excitement might have been me using the frypan the first time since I cleaned it with oven cleaner yesterday. I clean the frypan in the sink everytime I use it, but "somehow" gets a brown film of scuzz on it. The perps have me get pissed about it, enough to clean it off with oven cleaner as it always works. But not yesterday, the scuzz remained in full, even after two cleaning attempts. So there must be some big deal over oven cleaner causing some kind of energetic difference to the frypan, having that transfer to my food, and then into me after eating it. No doubt the effect will dissapate over time, especially during food digestion, so it remains to be seen what they will do. More dulldom, or some kind of excitement like a phone call or possible TI arranged visitor or outing? But they are starting up more noise now, so I assume that is mighty important for them.

The oven cleaner was also used to clean up the stove splashboard and controls, and it worked fine, never minding how the mess got there in the first place, as it wasn't from anything I had done.

Another exciting moment for the perps is when I clean and dry the frypan after each use. They cannot get enough of it, and even ramped up the above mentioned tapping noise while cleaning it. Past fuckery while dryiong the frypan was to impair my ability to hold it, a muscle strength sapping exercise where just the right amount is applied to make it almost seem that I am going to drop the frypan, but not quite.
It wasn't until mid-2009 that they let me dry the frypan's handle with a dishtowel, so there must be some significant Fuckover considerations for ths mundane task.

01-01-2010
1330h
A slouch day yesterday, not even enough to post. And today isn't much better, though I might get the "need" for chocolate beamed into me and set off to the LD store for major gangstalking. I went to bed at 1150h PST, just before the year's end, and was treated to some 15 minutes of street hollaring noise when the New Year began. The church bells were also sounded, very unlike any church I know, and that includes the ones nearby, as they didn't ring for the last two years on New Year's Eve in this apartment residence. I also had some prior hallway noise, heard through the earmuffs I had on; female voice, then louder male voice, then overhead thumping, a right barrage just before setting off to bed. Exciting moments for sickos. Now the tapping noise has started, which emulates that of the faux construction noise outside, except that being New Year's Day, there shouldn't be any building project work. Never mind, sometimes the veil of plausibility is respected, and more often, it isn't. Or else a substitute will do.

One such is the chirping whistle noise from outside, though ostensibly "from" the construction projects, I cannot ever locate its source, and cannot think what it specifically could be. In Seattle where I lived 2000 to late 2002, they dug a 100' hole for nearly an entire block next to the building I worked in, itself a 50 storey tower. To secure the steep sides of the dig, they inserted boards with the ends fixed by vertical I-beams, and then injected a plastic concrete mix behind the board to fill in the space behind it. This pressureized method made for much chirping and whistling, but even after that job ended and the office tower was being erected, there was this ongoing chirping noise, slightly different. But it is the same one I hear most weekdays, as if it is tied to a construction job, which I doubt. Anyhow, the outside chirp noise is off today, coming from the right. But lo, if there wasn't a very similar chirp noise that came from the left, the hallway today. More excitement for the perps it would seem, this alternation of sound sources, with the same sound, and even less plausability.

1615h
I did have the compulsion for chocolate come over me, and off to the LD store, only to have a serious gangstalking contingent in place. The improbable dudes doing shopping together were already outside, plus an open mouther doing the newspaper selling thing. Plus a large woman red dressed sentry standing there for no seeming purpose. Then into the melee taking a different door than the dudes, then getting screwed around in not getting a handbasket, and meeting the dudes again. Then off to the dental hygeine section where they had at least 8 gangstalkers in place, one with her fucking steel mesh hamper at the dental floss section where I needed to get some, and so I got fucked into reaching further, then having the floss package get "stuck" on the peg while attempting to normally pull it off straight and pissing me off, and as soon as I turned around the two dudes rounded the corner. Then off to the chocolate section only to have 10 gangstalkers standing around, one being the stocking/stalking cart act with a Fuckwit staff member who dropped something as I passed him by all so he could then do his bendover act, a very familiar state of gangstalker repose, and then I was allowed to acquire 8 Milka bars. Then off to the movie section and to see if there were any incredible deals, as guess what, a sudden "need" to acquire/see movies has erupted for the first time since early 2005.  I cannot afford to see them at the cinema, so what is the deal? There seems to be a number of planted hints that my life will be returning to minor consumerism in 2010, something I can do without. But when they sabotage one's recently acquired shirts by having them pill prematurely, it really doesn't matter what I think; it is their plan, and I am to follow it.

Then the checkout bullshit at the LD store; only two tills open and customers backing up into the aisles, and lo, if I didn't have three dude show ahead of me in the line; a negro who took forever to pay for his goods, a MIB fucker repetively tossing and rotating his wallet in mid air, and another hoodie act in front of me. The usual drill is that they keep me in one line with the Freakshow, and then open up another till in three minutes or so. This time it was the bald male Asian staff member, doing his bend-overs prior to opening the till. Even if readied for the till opening, I somehow got scooped by someone who knew it was to open up before the Asian male said anything, and so my advantage of getting the fuck out of there sooner was largely mitigated. They put on an extra obvious dude standing at the exit who was doing absolutely nothing for a while, but he was gone by the time that I exited when a new surge was coming in.

A few other freaks in the show were the white pants dude, and there is something especially annoying/traumatization recalling about seeing white pants on males. Don't ask me what it is, and it could well be that the assholes are getting me cranked over this particular sight for whatever reason. Then when I get back to my apartment they enraged me with pulling the tea from my hands, all to complete their round of fuckery. Then a blatant mind fuck to have two Milka bars with my tea when one is plenty. Then onto loading and restarting the PC at least four times to accomplish the Anti-virus upgrade, as the software had arrived in my mail box. One was a self induced PC restart for no apparent reason. That the package had been in my mailbox in a polyethylene bubble wrapped package might also have been some excitement for the perps; they like to have me test/load varying kinds of CD/DVD packaging by way of installing software. Perhaps that is what the above mentioned "need" to acquire movies is about. I will need a decent job to keep this gig going as the disability bullshit isn't enough, and nor is the minimum wage jobs either.

 1700h
An interesting link of an interview with Dr. Dean Radin; a decidedly different take on the world, but it has merit, and seems to be aligned with the perps' goings on. More of Dr. Radin here at this interview. Interesting that musician's corpus callosum, the interhemispheric pathway, is larger in musicians who learn at an early age because they do so much more processing in the course of learning and making music. The perps like me to listen to some music sometimes, but largely cut me off for 2009. I suppose the guitar stalking might have a connection, though the perps also like parade wood, and wooden objects around me too. More of the ongoing "who knows" show, as I don't really give a shit, I want to be left alone. The drift from the assholes is that another two years of this bullshit/abuse to go. I suspect longer.

The big perp themes are still in play for 2010; my red, yellow and brown color aversion, my Favoreds and Unfavoreds, and the perps' obsessions over aggregate concrete, petroleum products, plastics of all kinds, and other ubiquitous pollutants (e.g. PBDEs ( polybrominated diphenyl ethers) four rolls of carpet on the sidewalk two days ago, with a Fuckwit sitting on one), soil and composting, digestion of food and especially salad greens, plants, roots and soil (per digging jobs at the First Feral Family home over Christmas), shit (per new toilet stunts at the same), causality (a sudden onset of major typos sabotage just to type that word out), and the crumb-ification games. There were plenty of teleporting crumbs this morning, and in every instance after I picked one up, they either re-directed my attention to another crumb or else a look-alike such as a small divot they made in the countertop. And can I get enough of the dialog pop-up sabotage while I typed all that in?

An overhead pounding with a vibration down my back erupted while reading the above link to Dr. Dean Radin. Enough of this insane abuse, leave me the fuck alone.

1825h
More screaming rage over the assholes imposing typos on me while attempting to get the About Me posting updated and then into the link list at the right. What is the deal, as well as the coincident increase in noisestalking?

2315h
More bookmarking, this time cheap movies on Amazon.ca, that is the Canadian version where the shipping comes free. But what is with them; all those movies listed, and except for the latest and greatest releases, they don't have it, but instead direct one to resellers? Call it the great web presence e-tailer gone AWOL over what they purport to have. I don't get it or maybe my web pages are getting spoofed.

Onto posting this, and calling another dull day done. The rain is keeping me from doing garden work at the First Feral Family homes, so it might be more of the same tomorrow. These extended dull times played out extensively in 2008 and the first part of 2009. I have no idea why they continue to persist in imposing them, but there were a few clues in the Dean Radin interview, above, the full version.

Direct Sunlight Cycling

0945h
The unusually quick changing, almost flickering, direct sunlight and seeming mixed cloud conditions are proceeding, along with contrast altering games on this LCD, even as I type. The usual plethora of maser and plasma beam interference has also been ongoing since starting online since 0745h. Another early awakening at 0630h with freeway like noise conditions that abated anytime I looked directly at the two lane secondary artery outside, the putative source. (Same one in many of the pictures, running horizontally).

Part of the perp excitement might be that the laundry is on; a towel laundering was unexpectedly undertaken after last night's skin hacking; another of their signature ovoid lesions was inflicted while nut shaving and that meant much blood on the towels again. This kind of fuckery has been increasing of late, these "blood samples" that were once just for face shaving, and yet not razor cuts. I get the "pore bleeds" on my face and the ovoid hacks on my torso where shaved. Last night was a logical advancement of their ongoing skin lesion infliction games. Often, the facial pore bleeds will "self erupt" some hours after shaving, even into the evening.

1105h
Off to yoga shortly, and with the grooming ahead of time, e.g. skin hacking & bleeding, laundry and extended online time in advance, this should be a major gangstalker show.

1640h
I saw the dentist for teeth cleaning, and there was extra tooth sensitivity that cost an extra $110 for the face time with the dentist, X-ray, and ice testing. Nearly all of my dentist visits have been preceded by some "sensitivity" two weeks ahead of the dental hygeinist appointment, so it seem that this fit the pattern for extra delay, moving me to another chair, waiting and then getting nailed for the extra tab. I don't have a dental plan in this disability setup, so I pay real cash, and I don't need the expense. One could be sure if I didn't go to the dentist the assholes would devise some stunt to get me there. They like to have this same aged female dentist have some face time with me; first with the face mask and closeup specs on, then later with just the face mask, then full face, and finally full face with glasses on. All this takes place at the same dentist office as the former dentist got back pain and had to retire early. It does make me wonder if the perps didn't pull the back pain stunt to force him out and have a female dentist in his place effectively, having bought the practice.

I had my freakshow (aka Unfavored demographic group members), around me at the bus stop, some of them making deliberately strange moves, incrementally getting closer to me and then looking at the bus schedule on the pole near me, sitting down for a few minutes and then taking off. Another vagrant act managed to attract the police attention, replete with skinhead male and blonde female police and the white van with red and blue flashing lights. And this served also to constrain the passing road traffic down to one lane less as it passed by the bus stop. I have given up on the number of these feints and stunts.

Another "feature" today was having a "fellow traveller" in each direction, someone who gets on and off at the same bus stops as I do. A dubious dude when outbound, and an Asian woman with a violin case when inbound, and both with extended delays in getting on the bus, as it is coming late more often.

1925h
More WTF games while at the part time cleaning job. It has been a busy day; one laundering with double drying cycle for the towels, yoga, dentist, and the part time cleaning job at the car dealership. At yoga we had a different instructor, an unannouced substitute, but a good session nonetheless. They might have put her on for the fugly reddish hair dye job she had. They put the negro woman in the class again, and had two latecoming women set up their mats on either side of her. Kind of like the vehicle gangstalking, put the problematic color (skin in this case) between better reference gangstalkers (regular yoga classmates, now 2.5 years). On my way to yoga they had the streetworks gang on asphalt road crack filling and then spreading sand over it for whatever reason. The dudes on this job did some 90' of road N. bound only when I first sighted them headed for yoga. Over an hour later they had moved some 35' of road (two lanes). One more hour later, they had moved another 45', this time sitting in the intersection with their vehicles, blocking bus egress for at least two traffic signal cycles before it could arrive at the bus stop where I was waiting to take it to the dental appointment. I had my usual consort of weirds at the bus stop, some five of them ready, and even had the police come to "visit" a Fuckwit/faux vagrant in a brown hoodie that had been doing some bizarre ("just stand there") things moments earlier. So, while waiting for the bus that was over 10 minutes late (more exposure time to the gangstalking freakshow than planned), the police van with its blue and red flashing lights was also constraining the flow of road traffic on the one way route where I was at the bus stop.

1945h
Repeating myself here I see; I am not allowed to know about it when it occurs as my capability to detect repeats has been fucked with, now doable for the past 1.5 years or so.

The boss man came early to the cleaning job tonight, not giving my usual 30min. of quiet time before he arrives before he ramps it up with a "quick job tonight". And he meant it, as he was pulling out by 1830h when we normally stay until after 1900h when the staff were all gone. He hadn't been there more than 45 minutes, which tells me that is all about the perp games. The gangstalking staff dudes were all over me tonight, "happening" to do their back and forths at my every turn. Then a bizarre couple "happened" to be in the Service garage (no public access) when I returned to there while the boss man was on his motor scooter, ready to leave. They wanted a car seat from the silver grey vehicle 5' up on a hoist. A Sales staff/gangstalker came through, giving them a perfect cover story to be all hanging around when I drained the brown mop pail and walked it past them. The Service guy was also up to some strange things; first he was tromping around upstairs in the washrooms as he often leaves a "deposit" there for me to encounter. Then no one came down, and some five minutes later I was in his work area doing his garbages and I hear this clunking behind me, and he was behind a wall, passing through the entrance way. I don't get it, how did he arrive without making a noise (5' away)? But this dude has been known to teleport to other parts of the building before, appearing and disappearing to protract his departure, also to arrive from an unexpected building location/direction, as well as to do the gangstalking thing.

A Fuckwit from last year's farm job also "happened" to be in the Parts section when I started work tonight. He was dresssed in a baseball uniform and was sauntering around, doing his reprise "back and forths" gangstalking. As far as I know he is not on the staff, but was "just circulating" in the most locked-up section of the car dealership. Fucking bizarre.

Tonight's egress inhibiting car arrangements in the Service garage at the car dealership were to have the deep metallic green vehicle next to a black vehicle and a red one on the adjacent hoist, 5' up. I had to partially pass under the hoisted vehicle with a 1.5' passage way to ensure that the boxes and garbage bags I was carrying got plenty of contact with the green vehicle.

Other games were to step up the negro gangstalkers; three encounters on the same block of the same street. There have been flurries of Fuckwits on the sidewalks, as if it were still Christmas time. They even put on a seven strong herd all walking together when I first exited the yoga class. The weirds were thick for the first two blocks, one being the above mentioned brown hoodie act who just stood there at the intersection, not taking a pedestrian crossing in either direction. It was a near obstacle course to ensure that I didn't get to walk in a straight line it would seem. Extra Fuckwits were posted outside the bakery, in keeping with the perp obsession over bread, aka, "breadstalking". The loud 2 cycle motorcycle Harley noise has also been predominant today; at least 10 independent encounters, not including those that I routinely hear from this apartment (as I write about it) or while on the cleaning job.

2140h
I just finished a screaming session with the sickos; they would not let Windows select, copy and paste function work in Yahoo email, and instead, selected blue text for flashing in reverse video. Therefore, I had to type by recall, as fucked as it was by insane impositions, and type out five names and product numbers to a potential seller and installer of PC components. This is all about getting started on a bigger power supply unit (PSU) to run a video card for this PC. As I mentioned in a recent blog posting, the last PC "happened" to get a new power supply some six months in advance of the motherboard going kaput. The perps like to have long lead-in times for new PC components. One wonders if they even go so far as to get it directly from the factory and dispense with any possible interactions with shipping palettes, shrink wrap, cardboard boxes and the rest of the packaging they are so obsessed about. Or perhaps, they get one customized with their chosen wire insulation colors and other changes deemed to be harassment abetting.

I got plenty of coincident noisestalking while vocalizing my vexation with the assholes over fucking my Windows cut and paste functionality. I have been using insufferable Windows for nearly 18 fucking years, and here they are still screwing me around. And much overhead clunking also erupted and the outside faux freeway noise has also been amped up. Obviously, this is a big Fuckover day, and the silliness at the part time job site was but only one example.

And I should mention there seems to be an inculcation aspect to recent perp actions; that is, keeping me nearby Unfavored demographic group members for sustained durations; at yoga, at the checkout (skinheads, negroes) and at the bus stop and on the bus. A "hold me to the fire" strategy is emerging after grooming me for years on fleeting looks at said Fuckwits/Unfavored specimens. Definition of inculcation:

To impress (something) upon the mind of another by frequent instruction or repetition; instill:

And I see the headscarf traumatization (speculated) remediation games are also continuing. There is something I don't like about the sight of headscarfs or hair adornments, and it is noticeable that the perps make sure I get cranked up about it. So..., as mentioned in a recent posting, the assholes are arranging their shills to have a scarf around their necks, and presumably, after a suitable inculcation/remediation, they will start putting them on their heads. I wonder how all that bullshit started, though; it is interesting that the perps have been arranging some nun scenarios while doing internet surfing. They ran the so-called orphanges in Quebec in the reign of terror for the Duplessis orphans/human experimentation/abuse. And, as regular readers will know, I lived in Montreal for two years, 1956-7, 1958-9, and have nearly no recall as to what transpired there. Or, how I got there, as I would of surely remembered a three day train trip, still the parental choice of travel into the mid-1960's.

2225h
Just one remaining picture from the last batch, the "forgotten" one of the strange stacks on the apartment building. These are extended plumbing stacks that need to be only 12" high or so, off the roof to equalize air pressure in the waste systems. And yet this apartment has them at least 3' tall. And to no surprise, they have become the source of masers that project from them and toward me, especially when waiting at the bus stop. Do other TI's have this peculiar kind of roof enhancement?

Taken 05-13-2009














This one is done for the day, and hopefully less provocations and fucking games are scripted. Maybe they take a Memorial Day holiday as well, a small reprieve from constant swearing at the assholes.

2230h
With sirens screaming in the background; not yet. Here is an interesting whistleblower link, Annie Marchon, and she is on a speaking tour and will be in this very city, the gangstalking capital of Canada May 24. I am intending to go, but one never knows what the perp Fuckover script will be in the no-reserved seating arrangements. More Unfavored Fuckwits perhaps; a red haired dude with a bald girlfriend?

2250h
I learned a new word today, Agenticity from: Why People Believe Invisible Agents Control the World. That makes me an Agenticist, a believer in an overseeing agent cum Supreme Fuckwit that hounds the living shit out of innocents all because they traumatized them as a child, and haven't yet figured out in over 54 years as to what they fuck they did, as recall wiping wasn't enough. Not my problem, so why am in the middle of this sick prison, and invaded up my asshole and to every last thought? But of course the article doesn't broach the topic that some people are truly hounded by onmipotent (almost) forces that lack the gumption to front for their nonconsensual human experimentation agenda. I never would of believed it myself that harassing someone over fucking bread crumbs for over seven years would be important to someone so fucking insane.

Mindstalking

2115h
Mindstalking is a new term I learned from the activist's group; funny how I had thoughtstalking, noisestalking and other specialized forms with; bread, bananas, cardboard boxes, and a few others, but never mindstalking. I am not sure about this term, and shouldn't be a substitute for mind control or behaviour control IMHO.

A day of hard labor in the farm fields today, but with a decidedly multicultural exposure. Translated, that means other brown skinned individuals in close proximity, to further the perp's investigations with the color brown, and why and how I don't like the fucking color. A multi-billion dollar exercise hounding me as to why, and with what neural bioenergies, I loathe the color brown. Never mind the fact that they created the problem in the first place with their traumatizing incursions; life-rape isn't about being fair-minded.

They started me off with four negro street gangstalkers before 0650h when awaiting the crew bus. The shoe packing fuckwit that wanted a light three days ago was back at the same time with his buddies, one being a negro, and them all participating in a split formation strut in front of me while crossing the street. While waiting for the crew bus I saw the most disgusting looking policeman with a huge gut doing the back and forth strut opposite at City Hall, making like he was foiled in getting into the building. Worse yet, he was in shorts and had his head shaved; a too fugly sight for that early in the morning, no matter that he had three stripes.

On the way to the farm the crew bus picked up a new negro dude, a whole lot darker than the last one, who might have been a morphover job of a Caucasian. As so often happens, new gangstalkers put on the "look away look" and also flashed his teeth for me to see. This is nearly always standard for new gangstalking recruits, showing me the whites of their eyes and teeth. Later the new negro dude was sent with a negro woman to work with the regular Punjabi crew, assigned to infill planting of cabbage seedlings. (Replanting where the machine seedling had expired). This was already seeming odd to send two negroes over, never mind one of them being a new-today hire. At about 1000h, he was sent back to do daffodil bulb picking, and I was sent in his place, helping the Punjabis. I was also commanded to allow the new negro dude to use my hand rake, and even though I knew this was a harassment related dodge, I was not allowed to deny the perps this gambit. Anyhow, I had a back breaking time planting seedlings with the Punjabis, but as far as I could tell, I was doing a reasonable job. I never did find out why they didn't use a dibble to plant the container stock.

As the "Cabbage Crew" is all Punjabi, I also get the turban display as well, that particular headgear being one of the Unfavored. They don't speak much English, and their foreman points at a row he wants infill planted and away I go. But there was plenty of animated Punjabi conversation, fitting the perps' need to have me around unintelligible speech, i.e. a foreign language. Though certain foreign languages, e.g. German, may also incurr traumatization issues from the "lost years", ages 3 through 5.

And there was a German couple on the crew until two days ago when they quit in digust over some slight, though I was not there at the time. Last week I had them working near me, speaking their native tongue, and I cannot say that I noticed any kind of reaction, and not even a planted reaction the perps have given me. I see that the news has been recently pumping a story about Heim, a potential Nazi war criminal who performed many human experiments, second to the infamous Mengele. The latter somehow escaped from prison and continued his practices in South America, though was often sighted in North America, and even Montreal, possibly confering with an infamous psychiatrist by the name of Dr. Ewen Cameron, a Scotsman. And yes, I often get Scottish accents planted around me, and I do find this accent rather irksome for whatever reason, likely overt remote control. And I lived in Montreal, aged 2 to 3 in 1956-7, though I have no recollection to meeting him. It seems that many of the Montreal recollections have been deleted, though I have some fragmentary recollections then, but not for the next two years until 5 years old.

There was more cloud today, and thankfully the heat wasn't as bad as Sunday, only getting direct sun after 1400h. I am still wondering if I could put two working days in succession again, and not burn out like I did on Sunday.

I still haven't figured out where all the bulb picking crew members are all coming from; not all of them take the bus in the morning, and some get a ride and are dropped off at the farm marshalling area. Then some "arrive" an hour into the day's work, presumably as part of the perps' metered introduction games. Three of the "new hires" arrived after we started bulb picking, and lo, if one them isn't a little wacky, and started to stare at me a number of times when I would recovene with the crew at break times. And of course, the wacky one somehow "knows" to sit in the next seat to me, and also later drape his white plastic bag over my seat. And I noted the perps also white-marked the seat in front of me, and another of the odd regulars left a white napkin on the floor, a frequently used prop to get a white color reading in a dark area. As it "so happened", the three new hires all needed a bus ride back into downtown, having come from no determinable location when they started work. This isn't the first time that "extra employees" have come from somewhere else to quietly join the bulb picking crew.

I am too tired to add much more to this, and will likely be in the same state tomorrow night. Hopefully I can get the rest of the pictures in then. This posting has also had a considerable amount of typo sabotage, and well as syntax sabotage, and has been relatively onerous to compose.

A Rare Mellow Morning

1120h
While I have been harassed when making breakfast, specifically with chocolate crumb inundation, peanut butter and jam on toast extra-conventional gravitic harassment and a few others, I would have to say this is a rare morning where I haven't been wound up into a rage-ified state. I still get the plasma and masers, the odd tick, faux neighbor noise, and others, but nothing too much to get me highly irritated, which is where they like to keep me. Something is definitely odd, and it may represent a lull for a later salvo of harassment and sustained vexation for later.

And there are important harassment games in progress; tomorrow, the pest control is to spray this place, to take away the excuses for all the ticks "arriving", and I am to prepare by pulling all furniture from the walls by 2', something the perps will like very much, as this investigation technique has already been evident at my brother's place when he stored my belongings, and at my parent's place where the bed I use is strangely pulled from the wall.

After spraying, I will have to vacate the apartment for six hours, and that will likely mean an extra Monday night stayover at my parent's place. And lo, if my mother didn't suggest bringing my bedsheets to her place and getting them laundered there. Regular readers will know that the bedsheets are spattered and smeared with blood-like stains, but as I have no bites or other skin lesions, it remains a mystery as to why this is happening, save the usual sabotage with no causal event. The stains and spattering are on my new pillow cases and top sheet as well as the fitted sheet, and it is a mess to say the least, and laundering will not remove these stains.

I have also been getting towel sabotage of late; one towel self-ripped and had to be thrown out. So it looks that my big excitement over the next while would be to get new bed linen, just the kind of domestic bullshit I have no desire to acquire unless necessary. Never mind that I have no funds to pay for this sabotage, or have no idea why this is happening. The pattern of the smearing on the bottom sheet has crop circle like design, the smears being arranged in a circle of 2', with the angular smeared portion changing a few degrees each increment around the circle. I will put some pictures up at next post, likely two days from now, as the PC at my parent's place is an exercise in frustration, probably by design.

In past blogs I have remarked on the perps seeming to have an objective related to the energetic effects of humans in sustained enclosures deep under water. Another way of saying that they may have had a hand in some of the cruise ship sinkings in the last few years, one in this province, where it went down at night with a two passengers "undiscovered" and seemingly unaware of the impending disaster in their sleep. The perps tell me that the human energetic interaction of neutrinos varies according to whether one is in daylight, or through the earth at nightime. At least one neutrino observatory is due for placement in Mediterranean deep water, and another for placement in deep ice in Antartica. There is another one in Sudbury, Canada in a deep mine shaft. It may well be that the unfortuneate victims of the cruise ship sinkings, who went down with the ship into deep water, may have been sacrificial subjects as part of a neutrino-energetic interaction study by the perps. And I now see a "trend" in ocean divers being abandoned by their tending watercraft, and spending the night in tropical waters afraid for their lives, and ultimately getting rescued. It does make me wonder if these are not managed events by the perps, and are covert neutrino studies on the hapless victims they selected. There has been at least three such stories in the past six months, and here is the latest, though these divers made it to land and had to fight off a komodo dragon as part of their survival. Another abandoned diver story is here, or at least the filmaking of it. All very speculative for sure, but I do see plenty of world and local news events that fit the harassment pattern and objectives that I get to see all day, and thought it was interesting enough to post.

1305h
I had my one tortilla slice lunch, and afterward, the noise dynamic changed altogether. The parade of hoarse mufflered vehicles, lound chopped Harleys and a few others have been arranged in a sequence to promote finger blocking of my ears until it passes, and as soon as my fingers come off, why, another noise is scripted. And the plasma flashes on the wall has started up, along with chirps of indeterminate origin. Back to the imposed "normal" again. The barrage of vision impairments also increased, while going through my daily list of personal and lifestyle blogs, and even offering the odd comment.

1345h
some eye pumelling time spent on film criticism blogs, another long daily list I trove through with the usual attendant noisestalking and plasma and maser activity. One can get to notice the trends in the presentation of the Unfavored, one in particular, bald heads, aka skinheads. The perps are arranging bald surfaces at the bottom of the display, and then when I scroll down, it could be a male skinhead, a pool ball, or any other like surface. And I note today, they are including female heads in this image cut-off game, though with hair thankfully. The perps seem to be reducing this particular Unfavored class, bald heads, to smaller sections that are presented in part, with the delay in scrolling down to see the whole thing. I see that a recent female bald head event was in the news, a waitress who lost her job for cutting her hair off in a charity event. It is a big deal in these parts, as the police do a Vancouver Island bicycle relay, and part of the charity is to shave their heads. So far as I know, no female officers have been involved. And if I subconsciously don't like skinheads, why do I have a billion dollar budgeted covert agency hounding me over this when I didn't know that I disliked it? And what exactly happened to create this situation that I am being hounded for? The perps also put on chinless dweebes/gangstalkers, another body form I subconsciously dislike I have learned, thanks to them. So... bald heads, chinless chumps; the perps intimate that this is related to past alien exposure, though all recall has been deleted. One cannot take the fuckers at their word, and it could of been one of their medical staff who was similarly conformed. Not my problem.

And I also note that the perps have moved up the brown color chart some, and are putting on taupe colors with web page design, and less of the tan colorations the have been working on for the past 12 months or so. It remains to be seen if vehicles will also be accorded this same "more brown" status, though I will find out later today.

And I see the enragement games are on again, pissing me off over typo sabotage, and then invoking the overhead rumbling noise while swearing at the assholes who can now fuck with every word and letter I know, and in a recent development, can now fuck my typing while I am looking at the keys. This was my last resort of preventing typo sabotage, but now it is breached (totally fuckable by remote means).

1500h
Back to the online world after tea and chocolate, duly noisestalked and with extra crumb arrivals and flipping, as well as breaking the chocolate that was in my hand so that I trapped it between my legs. That is correct, self-breaking chocolate, the free end, and it knows where to go for more brown chocolate energetic games by lying against my jeans. And having one's limbs pinched together is also a big energetics deal. Hence the number of oncoming weirds on the street attempting a right side pass, walking in left-hand drive mode when the implicit standard here is right-hand drive, just like vehicles on roadways. And I suspect the plethora of imported Japanese used left-hand drive vehicles that "erupt" in my proximity are part of this left/right energetics study they contain me in.

And I noticed at yoga four days ago that the perps arranged the colors of the tops of the other class members differently on each side. The three women took off their outer garment all at the same time; the right side woman had the fugly carmine red top, the instructor was in pink, and the closest woman on the left was in a tight checked green and white garment. The other woman in black and grey did not remove any of her clothing at this little color game I was privy to, like every Thursday. The usual intense gangstalk scene erupted on the street when I was walking back from yoga; the ladies in red, arm in arm under a red umbrella, the vagrants attempting a left-hand drive right side pass and getting pissed at me because I didn't move, (wasn't allowed to), and the rest of the strange dudes backpacking at 1230h on a Thursday. There are no office towers around here, so where do all these supposed "workers" come from? Like always, it is their job to harass victims, and the pretense of a cover story seems to be less important than it once did.

The dry coughing jags from yesterday have continued today, along with some extra chest sensation as a source for the hacking they have me do. Given that the timing of the coughs is highly tactical, and relates to thoughts, noises, and the usual list of stalkable events, none of the coughing is genuine.

The perps also put a bruise on my right shoulder three days ago, and it too seems to take on differing colors by the day; first blue and grey, then greenish yesterday, and yellow green today. I suppose the big deal for the sickos is that it serves as a portable color reference, one from skin. And too, the fact that I draw my grey plastic shaving razor through it each morning must also offer boundless opportunities for the sickos.

It is time to call this one done and blog off. I will be moving my furniture 2' off the wall fro Monday's insect pspraying job, and then heading off to my daughter's 18th birthday along with my parents in this scripted and rehearsed event that is surely arranged to subsecond levels. I had the sense that I was like a skunk at a garden party the last time if I read the kid's faces correctly. As if I was the source of odium when I said or did nothing offensive in the least. One cannot be sure that this was meant to be "my" determination, as the adults have been putting on the doleful faces of late in an exaggerated manner.

Zap and Yell

1435h
The first overhead rumble of the day came with a simultaneous zapping, for which my "reaction" was to yell at the assholes. I don't know why they are increasing this mode of torture of late, all I do know is that I was reading the word "silicon" and that is when I got it. This kind of fuckery is not new, and comes in waves.

1545h
I expected some extra harassment today as the perps had me scheduled for a shopping trip to the nearby supermarket later, as I had run out of cooked chicken, my primary source of protein. As part of it, they had me riled up from the get-go with the usual provocations; extra noise added to everything I do, extra outside noise, pulling items from my grasp, flying partially digested food out of my mouth and back into the cereal bowl, dropping food in front of me and between my legs while seated, a near impossible trajectory in conventional gravitic terms, and a few others that I cannot recall.

After breakfast and the moring shower, shave and dental hygeine routine, I began my laundry, one of the perps all time harassment subjects. There were the usual oddities of the clothes flipping about from an unseen force, but when I got my clothes back from the dryer, the perps added at least 10 instances of white thread that "somehow" stuck to my just laundered clothes. They have me remove this lint and place all of it on the corner of the bed, where I am folding and sorting. In this way they build a lint "profile" of each garment, and all the lint is gathered over the course of folding and putting away. Then the lint was tossed in the just-arranged garbage can with a new plastic bag inserted in it. Call it "lint profile in plastic", but it is clear that they use added lint as some kind of surrogate for the garments themselves, and have them merged together as I throw them into the garbage.

After completing the laundry folding and putting away, I normally have lunch, as this has been the routine for over three months. But as I was out of chicken, I had to buy cooked chicken from the grocery store. It seems, that whatever I do with respect to laundry is a huge deal. I had my in-elevatore MIB (Man in Black), now in black fleece and white wire and a headset adorning him and his head. Then when outside the apartment doors, it was the Red Bag act, an elderly woman in a crimson anorak and a same red cloth shopping bag, who cut in front of me to visit the adjacent pharmacy for whatever reason. I had my vagrants doing huggies, then a browner (brown color pantsuit) change her orientation by 90 degrees at the intersection, and then when crossing the street, a red vehicle with 2" of snow on the hood. As there was no snow here, and that very little of it had melted off, that took some doing to arrange. Another parked vehicle with 1" of snow on it was parked nearby.

Anyhow, shopping at the supermarket was interesting, as I had my usual posse of lookers around me; and in a new move, they had at least three stocking carts with brown boxes stacked on them, the upping the ante to increase the incidence of this color in my presence. And I noted there was a full aisle-end display of the same laundry detergent that I had used earlier, obviously something that I was meant to pass by. This time, I was allowed to buy half chickens, a more sensible arrangement with the accelerated degree of food spoilage that has been going on, even if I reset the fridge to be colder. I got skunked on getting more tapenade though; at least six "shoppers" converged on the location where I planned to acquire it, so forget it, it wasn't worth it as I still have some in the fridge. Then onto the checkout to get out of there, and lo, if a woman in a mid-brown full length coat didn't arrive behind me, and lo, if she didn't have the same brown colored brown sugar in a clear plastic bag as her first "food" item. Anyhow, I was glad to be done, as the perps always like to have me is a agitated state while I notice all their operative loitering about. But, I wasn't allowed to exit the store, but no, the automatic doors closed in on me as I was stepping through them, and I was banged once on each side. I have seen their operative dash through elevator doors more than once, making contact with the operative, but not opening up. This was a first, having the doors pinch in on me. Funny how it never happened before, and how no other operative was egressing like there usually is. Then back to dulldom, save the noise from outside, which is in fits and starts, and seems especially timed while swearing at the assholes when foiled in repairing their forced typo sabotage.

1645h
I am still being contained in my email drought; one substantive email in over a week is nowhere near the usual pace, and I can only assume it is one more managed event, part of the social exclusion fuckery that goes on. And now, I am getting these LCD display jittering all the time. Now, the siren and the hallway coughing has erupted, so this looks to be the "big event" before I make dinner.

1905h
The battle with the perps over making dinner is over; they went out of their way to disrupt all my routines. First they forced a "forget" in putting on the stovetop element, and that screwed the order of doing everything following. Making dinner was a three-fer event; new cooked chicken, a new tub of tapenade and finishing up of the tortillas. That makes for three samplings of packaging in the garbage, combined together, and for them, it is indeed exciting. Regular readers will know that the perps assiduously manage the contents of my garbage, how things get placed and the entire juxtaposition of the contents and respective colors and materials. They usually noisestalk me when I put packaging in my garbage, and may even flash a maser or plasma beam at the same time. They also create crumbs from "nowhere" that land on my fingertips and are then rubbed off over the top of the garbage. In this way, they have me making extra hand movements, and this too is of some apparent value to the perps.

I am getting the knee torquing torture tonight; this is where they rotate my foot and apply torsional stress to my knee, which can be relieved by lifting my foot up. They continue again as soon as I put my foot down, twisting it yet again in a series of cycles that will last for an hour or more. I suspect there are some deep neural connections to knee torquing stress/pain, and the perps are using this to look deeper into my neural processing in realtime.

All these pain or sensitivity impositions seem to add up to creating some kind of neural signature they want to use as way to investigate other neural responses they are seeking, possibly in the same brain region. Their pain and skin sensitivity games include;

• placement of crumbs from nowhere on my fingers or fingertips
• placement of crumbs or like food debris on my lips, tongue and/or inside my mouth
• placement of debris underfoot, usually when barefooted
• torquing my knee to create a twist, and then pain (per above)
  
• shooting a pain into my knee from no seeming source or forced knee movement
• applying some kind of generalized force field over my kidney area
• jabbing my fingertips with box corners, packaging corners or a facsimilie thereof (force fields from nowhere)
• jabbing me in the ass or crotch, as if my loose jeans could create such a frequent faux binding sensation
• faked burps; muscular action but without any internal digestive initiation
  

All in a day's harassment, and usually in concert with planted noise, having me swearing at the assholes, proximate maser and plasma fields or the like.

I did some more reading about "free energy" motors, and was roundly noisestalked for it. I assume that most of these are legitimate, but curiously, they have gone nowhere. The economical breakdown of water into its constitent elements of hydrogen and oxygen in gas form seems like a no brainer, the so named Brown's Gas, and yet it hasn't gone forward. This isn't even a "free energy" application, and yet here we are, burning petroleum products for some kind of perp obsession over determining the Earth's energetics IMHO. At least that is my take on it, and I do get plenty of noisestalking around gasoline stations, as well as having one rebuilt down to the placement of new plastic tanks on my twice per week walking beat to the gym.

Now the hallway chatting has started outside my door; I have never had so much of this in any apartment building ever. Only the last residence, the putative rooming house, had so much human voice outside my door.

2000h
I found a paper, Concerning The Scientific Study Of The Human Aura by Charles T. Tart and it explains why my father, and others, hide, or partially hide behind walls, doorways, closed doors and the like. Their energetic auras, the paper explains there are many auras, can be physically blocked to some degree, and by assessing the target (me) in relation to the harasser (my father) one can determine the energetic interaction. He does exactly what this paper describes; he stands in doorways, but without being visible, and thereby creates an auric interaction without a physical one. And a low desk lamp is ususally turned on behind him to cast a shadow before he is visible, or else he does this backing and forthing from the darkened adjacent room. He does this in a E.-W. orientation, and then again in a N. S. orientation, stopping, then moving, again, putting on this dotty bullshit as if he had Alzheimers. He does this consistently, every Sunday I visit, so it is too consistent to be from a debilitating conditon.

2100h
More red plasma flashes are erupting, and I find them highly annoying. Per yesterday's telepathically planted thoughts from the perps, they claim the light and plasma flashing is to emulate traumatizations of a forced LSD experience before I was 6 y.o. Again, nothing can be believed from that source, all to often the objective is for me to have the wrong belief, and then monitor me closer when it gets revealed that it was altogether wrong. They just love to force errors and mistakes as part of this obsession of theirs.

2155h
I force play for me to put on a sweater, shut the PC down, and have some tea to warm up. The baseboard heater in this apartment has somehow "failed", as it simply isn't as warm as the thermostat indicates. All the heating problems of the many 10's of past apartments are now explained; remote and covert control of the room temperature. The hallway coughing act started up, and it seems that this is another big moment for whatever reason. It would be the first eveningtime tea and chocolate I have had in some years, and with a sweater on no less. And more red and orange flashes as I type that, which is more annoyance.

And while drinking tea, the perps pulled some kind of perceptual fuckover stunt; disengaging my prorioception such that my legs didn't feel like they belonged to me unless I wiggled around in my chair to ameliorate this never-before sensation.

2300h
Enough; more reading from a travelogue in Australia. The plasma projections and masers are still coming off the LCD display, and it is still jittering as I type, so time to blog off.

A Sunny Shut-in Day

1410h
Shut-in so far, as Saturdays are the dog days in my regimen of containment. The perps sometimes let me out for buying a newspaper and some grocery shopping, but of late, most of the latter is accomplished on Thursday when walking back from gym class. (And getting the usual extra ambulatory gangstalkers swarming around me, especially if I purchase a new product). There has been a big run up of noise since lunch and now it has receded. Perhaps they need me to blog some, and then have residual "blogging aura" around me when I go outside. I have noticed more of these tightly timed events, where an online routine, say reading a category of blogs, immediately precedes me heading out to gym or perhaps an unexpected family call. Other variations of this are having me correspond with a specific person via email, and having me finish up and sending it before I head outside. This happened three times in one day, the same correspondent who is infrequent, but then who suddenly begins replying in fast turnaround mode for that day, and then isn't heard from in many weeks. Again, the timely closure of a common online event precedes going out into the gangstalking world, that being public places of every description.

Other more unusual games of late are planting obsessive-like notions in mind, sometimes over 24 hours in advance of a trivial event, and then pouring on the noisestalking while I attend to the event, often of a routine nature. Certain smells or messes created by the perps, but nothing too significant, are played in mind for hours, or even days before I (read, mind-controlled me) attends to them. I am not obseessive, and yet these trivialities are being planted into thought all day long sometimes, another "never before" behavior. I don't know quite what the agenda is, but the perps appear to be looking for more energetic information associated with an event, past or future, and therefore plant it in mind, or sometimes in my dreams in some kind of correlative exercise.

Any of the regular blogs I visit are often extra noisestalked the moment I click on their bookmarked URL or description, and often the extra noise flurries will continue as I read about their thoughts and travails, especially if I make some comparisons in my mind as to if this is a perp instignated event in their lives. With my radically altered perspective on what is controlled or not, especially after seeing all manner of action at a distance stunts being played on me, I usually make these mental comparisons that anyone else would, comparing them to my own experiences. Of course mine are quite different than they used to be, as being harassed over what I see, hear, think and do 24x7 gives one a new darker perspective on concepts such as "coincidence", "luck", "good fortune", "accident", "happenchance", and the like. Even my forced keystroke "mistakes" are invariably arranged to incorporate letters and phrases from the next few intended words, or else a new and unplanned word is substituted if phonetically similar.

1845h
Just when I was readying myself for a blue funk all afternoon, the "urge" to get a newspaper and chocolate came upon me and so I went out to the local supermarket, all of 3 minutes away. I even was treated to some spectacularly stupid driving; the man in the beret, (current vogue gangstalker hat), in the white pickup as the lead vehicle in the only lane did not respond to the green traffic control for at least 30 seconds, and no one behind him complained via the horn. Unbelievable that he could "space out" and not be reminded to progress forward in the busy vehicle traffic. Anyhow, I got my items at the grocery store with my gangstalking swarms set up in advance of where I intended to go, and then got out of there after the parade of goofs swept the exit door. Outside, there were a couple in red anoraks, and lo, if I didn't know him from my Ministry of Forests working days prior to 1999, and I thought I was going to get by without saying hello and all the "how are you doing?" bullshit, but no, he "somehow" spotted me looking at the back of my head from 15' away and called out my name to then have me turn 180 around. Like I say, all moves are planned for maximal fuckery for the perps.

To make a long story short, this was an orchestrated situation, and as he was working where I used to work, I told him all about my days of building databases for the forest sample plots that were designed for tree growth information. (The same sample plots and trees are revisited for measurements every 10 years or so). That was the pretense to contain me outside the the silver-grey painted grocery store with groceries beside me for some 25 minutes while the freakshow parade passed back and forth, as well as the vehicular gangstalking some 40' further. Anyhow, as I don't have a choice in these matters, I got to do much of the talking, mainly history of my days there, and he intimated that my long ago database work might have been resurrected and is currently being utilized. But of course the perps could not let me know that for sure, as the history of my work there was that no one assumed it, even if it was of vital importance as I had been told for the previous six years. And it seems all my pals that are left will be retiring in a year, and much more of the knowledge base will slip out the door.

As he and his wife were dressed in red anoraks, (same color red), and they sat 90 degrees offset, I can only assume this was an extended color and teflon (PFOA pollutant source found in polar bears even) testing arrangement. Anyhow, he did ask how I was and I gave him a very brief description of my existence, and once that was over he talked shop (forestry) with me, though it probably had more bearing on someone else we mutually know who is employed and dealing with the data. For his part, he told me about some of the director's games that got him an (extra) early retirement. I don't think I told him anything new, as he probably went to a rehearsal over all what "I" (per collective mind-controlled sense) had to say. It was then, and still remains, mighty curious that I and my system development colleagues expended six years to get the database fully built and referenced with much of the "tribal knowledge" of the business as possible, and then the business users sat on their hands for 1.5 years, refusing to use it. My systems development colleague said that I "took away all the excuses", and yet the users balked at making any effort to implement the database they said they needed. The director didn't go to bat for me for all his earlier support. Today's conversation has created a new round of internal dialog as to what really is transpiring related to my past efforts, which is probably the perp agenda. Little did I know that the perps were sitting behind all these players and jerking me around over the database development work, and then directed some kind of effort to make it all seem like a sham. I often wondered how the intended database users always seemed to find the one item I had left undone with such regularity. Then once resolved, they didn't give a shit as it wasn't important. Now I know, the entire episode was scripted and they were advised and rehearsed on what to say, their objections being scripted. Anyhow, it is a long and involved story and in some ways I feel exonerated as my puppet masters would of been well placed to advise my database user community about the real state of progress and technical accomplishment more than I could. Very interesting, these orchestrated "don't show up" games that passed for the business climate I was immersed in, while having me kept like a hampster in a treadmill as to the proclaimed urgency of it all. The joys of going over old ground with a new perspective, one where a script has been written, and all the players of the day, save me, had been rehearsed.

Back to reality, the overhead pounding has started up while typing the above paragraph, so it is time to end it for now by having dinner, a seeming problem for them to deal with for whatever energetic reasons.

2100h
More troving over web sites I have visited before, and as always, the ongoing selectively applied cognitive impairment games, substituting a different meaning of words that I know, and then noisestalking me at the exact moment I detect the error. This looks to be another evening of listening to the street whistling and shouting, a method to have me listen to human voice which activates more neural activity than non-mimicing mechanical noise.

2230h
Here is an episode from a person who isn't a TI it would seem, but appears to be targetted, having a sole other standing bus passenger keep moving toward them, "inadvertently" (my interpretation per above mentioned perspective), jabbing them with an object in a shopping bag. I personally haven't experienced anything so bold, likely because they know I would go orbital. It makes one wonder how many others are covertly assigned to this grand experiment that I am informed of by way of overt harassment. It is normal for anyone in these dire circumstances to read more than most into "random" events, but when one realizes the totality of the perps' efforts devoted to me, then the magnitude of other initiatives could be just as substantial. Interesting, how paths cross, and the degree of freedom that maybe imposed.

2245h
Music while typing; surely another neural depth plumbing effort from a remote location somewhere. Time to call this blog done for the day and post it. A short post tomrrow, carpet auction time again.

Transient Vision Assaults

1225h
And another non-standard Blogspot screen behavior before I get going; this somehow got posted before there was any content in this blog posting. It is the second time in three days that this blog "self-published" within the first paragraph. More of the functional decomposition games IMHO, down to the last mouse click and screen display, and if they cannot get enough variation, why, adding "glitches" is no problem, just another day at the office for the sickos.

And they were on a major sick streak this morning when they kept impairing my left side vision when I got up after being "groomed" in the last hour of sleep with near constant loud vehicles from outside for over 40 minutes. All sounds either fabricated or enhanced from real drive-by road traffic, and even the much loathed sound of a chopped Harley Davidson motorbike, the seeming most hated noise that my mind-keepers have me react to the most.

Anytime I was making breakfast, especially when handling brown colored food, cereal, coffee, peanut butter and chocolate, the perps laid on the left eye vision impairments and made sure I was screaming enraged about it, and at the same time, added coincident outside vehicle noise not unlike that which preceded getting up. The perps went especially beserk in messing up my vision when I was spreading the red jam over the brown peanut butter on the toast, and made sure I was extra vocal in geing annoyed over this. And is it any coincidence that they place red colored vehicles in front of brown colored ones, and do the same with ambulatory gangstalker's clothing, and usually have a reference colored vehicle or clothing color close by, e.g. white, black or silver-grey? Funny how that happens, and I even told the doctor once about this predictable arrangement to no avail. Just another blank stare from the clinical criminal.

Another dull morning so far, troving my regular news web sites, and invariably having the outside sourced noisestalking sound off when photos or names of individuals were first displayed or read. And I am getting more planted misperceptions as to what I read; the perps like to add, or delete, the negative conjugation of verbs, adding or removing a "not" (or like) from my reading perception, and then jump on the noisestalking as soon as I pick up the logical incongruity.

I will be going out later to the organized gym workout to join my rotation of gangstalkers and operatives, and no doubt, in keeping with the escalated freakshow, there will be some new additions. Maybe that chinless blonde with the green-dyed tufts will be reprised. The current player they like to plant in my vision, and around me, is Mr. Ethnic Gut; a large gutted olive-brown skinned dude on permanent "look-away" duty, even when walking toward me, he looks sideways. He was even wearing an eye-offensive navy blue and red striped shirt, but that got pulled the next class, and he has reverted to wearing navy blue alone. Whatever it is that I cannot stand about certain colors, and along with the past traumatizations that the perps seem to be attempting to elict a response for, he has it all. Some "newbie" operatives don't even last two classes before they get pulled if there is something I don't particular like about the individual's appearance or clothing and/or color choices and comportment. A large projecting gut creates an instant dislike, aka is Unfavored.

Last week at the gym, the perps planted Mr. Ethnic Gut in side profile about 6' away to me, all to view his corpulence. "I", in the collective mind-controlled sense, looked away, and my eyes came to rest on the pregnant class coordinator, only 3' away from him, also in side profile, and about as equally rotund. This, IMHO, was a total setup for me to view two enlarged persons, and then compare the psychic difference as to attribution and reaction; one plainly disgusting, and the other much more empathic and accepted.

The other part of the "reaction" to various unaesthetic planted objects or beings is that it is likely wholly governed by the perps. An example of this was in the morning when I pulled the window curtains back and there was a full block long four lane traffic jam arranged below with a predominence of yellow and dark metallic red vehicles. This immediately "caused", or was planted, a odious reaction to this ugly color assault first thing. I have never reacted to colors this viscerally before, so it must be planted for the perps to play more "discovery games", and attempt to trace the root energetic interactions of what may be the result of early development age traumatizations, none of which I can recall. Only one such color, brown, has been tied to these events, and that was because my aunt told me one time, asking if I recalled. I didn't directly, but at the time it seemed vaguely familiar. As for all the rest of the reasons for planting the ambulatory gangstalkers from the various demographic groups that I have identified, I do not know. The most recent telepathically planted suggestion, and always suspect, is that I was given the "honor" of seeing (read, abused by) the infamous Dr. Ewan Cameron in Montreal in 1956-7 when my parents lived there for the academic year. It is very curious to me, at an age when permanent memories are laid down, how that I have such little recall of that time, save the odd inconsequential snippet.

Here is an example of one of this morning's rage-ifying mind-fuck jerkarounds; When doing my shower, shave and dental hygeine routine, the perp had me pick up my dental floss container, having already used it, in place of the prescription bottle that was beside it. They had me open the dental floss container before allowing me to "realize" it was totally the wrong object. I have never, ever made these kinds of "mistakes" before, and if that isn't sick and depraved mind-control at work, then someone had better get me a clinical reason for this. The ability to foil my monitoring of what I am doing and saying began in late 2004, and life got a whole lot more hellish ever since. They have me "not notice", defeating my monitoring ability, and do something illogical without triggering any response as to illogicality. It is fucking sick that anyone should be treated in this way after a lifetime of surveillance and monitoring, let alone the yet to be known traumatizations they performed in my early development years. And to add to the depravity, they harass and gangstalk me to elicit deep neural responses to these same traumatizations, in an attempt to remediate them (presumably), when I have no need for this. I managed to survive relatively healthily, and without the multiple personalities that longer term abuse victims suffer from. Abuse, on top of sustained lifelong mind-control and covert harassment, and then further overt abuse to then determine how they fucked up my mental development in the first round of abuse because it somehow impedes them as to whatever future harassment they have planned. Also, they knowingly allow atmospheric pollutants into my intensely managed body (since birth), which further obscures the neural energetics correlates that they are looking for, creating more difficulties for themselves. And to make it all worse, the perps persist in attempting to continue this nonconsensual experimentation remotely, another adversity the perps have introduced into this shameless and beserk quest. This is the state of depravity in which I am contained; an attempt to ameliorate the consequences of the inexcusable and bloody-minded fuck-ups of the past, and fuck the victim all the more by taking this harassment and abuse overt in 2002. How could any organization be this fucking sick? I just don't get it.

Anyhow, the current drift that I get is I am on an extended social containment. I haven't got one email except spam, and deleting that even gets noisestalked, so there is no question that it serves the perp's needs for whatever reason.

More enragement games, pissing around with mouse control and then laying on the typo sabotage, where even common four letter words take five rounds of correction before the correct spelling is allowed. That is how low it goes; I am not allowed to type correctly, but must be continually dogged with planted typos.

Another 10 hour sleep last night, an almost every night event, and two hours more than I need. It does make me wonder what goes on in the night, and why is that extra duration of sleep prescribed for me. I was given the traditional Monday night sleeplessness and head tossing for at least an hour before sleep was permitted, even if I did not stay at my parent's place on Sunday night. It is most curious as to what the perp's need is to have me flipping my head from one side to the other, usually immediately following me plugging my ears to not hear the long trailing off noises of extra loud vehicular traffic. And the reality is there isn't very much vehicular traffic late at night in this neighborhood, and yet it "happens" any night of the week. This city is at the end of the highway, there are no large traffic arteries nearby. The level of concocted traffic noise is five or more times what it would be, and at least that much less noisey being six stories up.

2225h
More enragement games, this time while cutting meat off the chicken carcass, another intensely noisestalked event, now escalated to a rage-ified harassment event. They would not allow full motor control of my fingers to conduct this with any efficiency. Only when I yelled at them did they relent. Fucking sick that I cannot have full motor control, never mind the rest of it.

A heavy gangstalk at the gym earlier; they moved over top of the bench I had vacated to put the weights back, returning to get my exercise records book. Mr. Ethnic Gut "chased me" by hanging around me on equipment and not doing anything on it. There were at least 20 forced looks, (read mind-controlled attention) at this strange dude, 10x more than anyone else, and he made sure to cross my path within a few seconds more than once. Like a bad smell in a sleeping bag, he just won't go away, and all by design. He was in street clothes, an olive drab color mostly, and I sure this was a big deal for the perps, as it is with all of their featured gangstalkers.

The usual 600 to 1,000 mobile vehicles were on vehicular gangstalking when walking to OB Rec. Center; a few clusters of deep red, deep green, white and silver grey, but less obvious color clustering than in the past. The construction and public works projects that have "erupted" since I began walking that regular beat are still ongoing, now three in progress, instead of four last week. One of the completed projects, where the sidewalk was dug up, cables put underneath, has been finished since last week, but again, the perps put on at least six ambuatory gangstalkers around me as I walked the week-old concrete. They just love to swarm me around this corner. In another instance, on a filling station rebuild, the forms and the compacted gravel are in place for pouring, and I ended up walking the sidewalk, pre-pouring. I suspect that I will be walking this stretch of sidewalk many times once completed.

I am getting too many vision assaults while I am typing this. Perhaps it is because I am listening to Katie Melua on YouTube, my current fave, and the perps are now attempting to collect on all the music listening time, in their perverse way, they have granted me in the past few months.

Time to blog off and call this day done.