03-03-2012
1900h
I started on the significant assignment after a forced nap (didn't need the sleep), then timed awakening for dinner, then after dinner, and then when getting started, noise outbreaks; noisy vehicles outside, jabbering gangstalkers,
Then when sending an email, why, it got blocked and then when I looked at it, why, it had been sent 8 times for crissakes. Then, when looking at this very blog to record that fuckery, why, it became inaccessible all of a sudden. I can see how easily the whole world could get fucked by operating on the "cloud", the networked mainframes, and then the network getting wobbled all over.
Thudding and room vibrations while I am online, and flipping through web pages, some of them deeply colored. Earmuffs on the entire time, but if they want to add a concurrent noise with shaking the room, they don't have any problem with getting through my earmuffs.
03-04-2012
Water hammer noise is getting through my earmuffs as I write this; the perp excitement seems to be over doing extensive bookmarking of useful web pages for a Viticulture assignment.
Last night, a legs shave in the bath, followed by a shower to get the soapy scuzz off me, and then skin cream to trap the water in, all in the service of keeping skin moisture up and its tan enhancing properties. It seems to work, as my legs are much more tanned than the rest of me and I get tanned evenly at the tanning salon.
That was yesterday, a big stakeout and gangstalking, and having me wait 1.5 hours because of a sudden Saturaday rush of persons needing tanning, when the place was empty the same time the week before. But hey, they had me walk around, get and pack groceries, some of them brown colored, and chocolate too. And we all know how the perps go nutzo over presenting brown colors to me in metered and incremental doses. And too, many brown vehicles were courseing around me for the first 10 minutes after the tan when I was walking back. Not just the light colored metallic tan colors, barely different from the silver-grey gangstalking vehicles they like to place around me ad nauseum, but honest mid and deep brown metallic vehicles, some three at a time in various confluence configurations. This insane choreography of matching gangstalking vehicles, by colors, vehicle type (SUV's, sedans, trucks together) and even design features (e.g. low sloped rear windows), has now reached a new level after ten years of this insane depraved abuse. The perps have finally had the temerity, (or whatever scientific purpose they have), to place multiple and mobile brown vehicles around me, but only after getting tanned, as in browner skin, and wandering around with brown colored grocery items for 1.5 hours. Fucking ridiculous, and plain fucked in the head, them that is.
03-04-2012, 1300h
Kept inside for most of the day so far, and only outside time has been to get my laundry done, and lo, if that didn't get me the most dreaded of noises, the Harley Davidson motorcycle noise. As mentioned, this place overlooks the road beside Riverside Park in Penticton, BC, and that has been the "parade route" for excessive numbers of noise making vehicles for all the time I am here. Now, even if still winter and about 5C degrees, the perp assholes have put on the motorcycle noise they know I loathe most of all. I haven't run to the windows to part the curtains to see if it is real motorcycling indiots, or if is a noise-only event, but one can be sure they like to grind me down with this particular noise anytime of the year.
03-04-2012, 1600h
Clearly, doing laundry was extra exciting for the perps today, putting on a bicycle-attending stalker at the stairway when I had finished putting the laundry on in the washing machine. (A separate outside accessible laundry room here at this motel). Two more visits to get the laundry dried as they have arranged 45 min. dryer time per load, and it isn't enough. Back again to re-start the dryer, and again for the final time to retrieve the lot. And lo, if the bicycle stalker wasn't attending to his bicycle again, and lo, if there wasn't also a vagrant stalker hauling his stash of bottles and cans to his bicycle in the middle of the parking lot. And lo, if he wasn't bent over as I passed by, like a good and well trained gangstalker asshole, bent over at the waist to stretch his spine.
And I notice that the perps like to hold me up in getting on with my assignments; they pulled a 1.5 hour nap attack when I was set to get started yesterday afternoon. And I wasn't short on sleep, I didn't need a nap, all I wanted to do was get going after the morning had been sandbagged but the strangely delayed suntanning session.
03-05-2012
My watch's date is magically out by one day, as in adding a day. It registered Feb. 29 OK, and Mar. 01,02 etc. but somehow slipped a day and now reads Mar. 06. That "caused" me to write down the wrong date the entire day in Viticulture class, today. I cannot count the number of times the perps have played this game, from stratight ahead mind-fucks, to watch sabotage, but they get no end of thrills of having me get the date wrong, behind or forward, it "happens" in equal measure. I reckon since this depraved abuse they started in 04-2002, they have fucked me writing or typing the date incorrectly, not including typos, at least 400x. Fucking hilarious for the juvenile minds that govern perp-dom.
Brownstalking on the way into class at the college this morning. A brown uniformed Fuckwit was packing a cardboard box 50' away, and legit it was, as he was headed to some newly placed dumpsters that recycle cardboard. But lo, if the Fuckwit didn't "happen" to enter the classroom an hour later or so and ask the instructor to take a spare table, itself a light brown formica with deeper brown particleboard underneath. He is at least the 8th act that has arrived in the classroom in some guise in the last two months of classes.
03-06-2012
A forced nap at the most unusual time, after reading some 10 pages of a viticulture paper, a sudden nap attack at 1730h, normally dinner time for me. Naturally, everything got backed up as I started making dinner in a post-nap state, being made to feel "floaty" and disengaged while chopping the chicken meat. And how many times have I complained of extra arranged noise at that occasion, as well as arranged noises? Probably a few times, though on the abuse level it isn't too big. Though it has been consistent for the nine years of making my own regular chicken quesadilla mealtimes, another anomaly also. I never would of stood for eating the same food day-in, day-out, bur for some reason, (har, har), I don't mind, so to speak. And if one is doing an experiment on rats, what do they feed them? The same thing of course, to eliminate the diet variables.
And it should note, the floaty sensation is linked to decreased amygdala activity in one's brain, the site of psychic energies say the sort-of experts. So... all those poor folk suffering this along with the rest of the symptoms of anxiety attacks, guess what? You could well be invaded by the Psychopathic Confederacy if you will allow this moment of unsupported conflation. Yes, I had anxiety attacks once, and I had no idea what was happening to me at first, as the doctor said I was healthy. A total feeling of dread goes with it, and little did I know at the time I was invaded and controlled, known to my then wife, employer and others.
More "brown stalking" this morning; a cardboard box bearing pedestrian ahead of me, and just when I caught up to her to pass by, why, flattened cardbox box happened to be lying on the ground next to the sidewalk on her side. Funny how that "happens".
A morning on learning about Transportation of Dangerous Goods, and fairly detailed it was too. Thankfully the final quiz wasn't too much of a surprise. And lo, if the instructor didn't have his cardboard prop too, to show us what all those numbers and letters mean that are printed on the side.
The class freak was in full dread mode today, like yesterday. No rear hanging bag hat to hide it, though I am never sure what is worse to look at. And he made sure he was on show when I went for lunch, "happening" to make fast exit from the room so he could be seen coming toward me when in the lobby. And fucking disgusting it is to see a head full of dreads, about the most well-named hairstyle there is.
And more sabotage; the Songbird music application won't import all my music when it did before. There isn't much variation on how one does things in Songbird, save appearances (skins). Another piece of sabotage IMHO, and I haven't yet found Windows Media Player on my Windows 7 machine either. It has been long understood that the perps govern every instant of my existence, and music and movies are under tight control. Even in the long past I could never understand why I went off music for years at a time, but now it makes sense in this model of having a totally run life, though what they get from this I cannot say.
More cold temperature perversity at the college today. The classroom has been cool most mornings, and a number of us are in folded arms mode to conserve body heat. At lunch time, a few of us go to the new building and eat in the cafeteria where there is some sun streaming through the S. facing windows, and limited warming. But today, for some insane perverse reason, the kitchen staff opened up a side door when it was about 2C degrees outside, and with the perps' ability to create wind anywhere they want, why, the wind came gusting some 50' inside and chilled us down. I "felt" it the most, and hightailed it out of there to get back to the classroom, and kept my coat on for the afternoon, something I don't ordinarily do. The rest of the table stayed there for some 20 minutes, also odd, as they were equally displeased with the kitchen staff's games. Anyhow, yet another way of having me prematurely part company and have a just-used seat there at the table, something the perps have long managed for, these musical chair-like games.
And there was a profusion of masers and plasma beams coming off the intructor in the afternoon today; I suppose that wearing my coat for the first time in the classroom might have been the perp excitement, as they are decidedly nuts about clothing colors, fabric types, and what is worn where- inside or outside.
03-07-2012
2050h
Tractor driving, class gangstalking is relentless; this most strange habit of at least one of them planting themselves immediately in front of me to block my line of sight, always the taller males.
Obstructed at gym, the assholes made me suddenly tired after one quarter mile lap on the treadmill. I managed to get another lap done while running, and then it was too difficult to do anything but walk another lap. I had been doing four lap runs twice a week for the last three weeks, and suddenly this tiredness onset. Nothing new to me, as they did this to me for street running in 2003, and I had given it up until recent weeks, and the odd permitted treadmill runs in 2006 and 2007, when I was allowed to exercise with the insane level of gangstalkers around me, herding me here and there.
I was also obstructed from getting on and writing my assignment, the third obvious time this past week. (Other methods were forced nap attacks just when I wanted to get going). Then when allowed to put some work into it they fucked the Save, and it didn't/couldn't be saved. then the automatic Open Office recovery was blatantly stopped "automatic recovery interupted", so I ended up with no saved changes after 40min. of work. Just to think they were pulling this shit all the time in 2002, and here they are, back at it.
negro stalking hang-around by the negro cleaner, changing his hours so to hang around, as normally he is around at 1530h, but lo, if he didn't change it for me at 1630h. Then another negro was hanging around outside the gym on the other side of the door, so when I decided to pack it in, why the fucker went into lead-ahead gangstalk mode, making it utterly clear he wasn't waiting for anyone, but there for stalking.
then the assholes obstructed another save on the above assignment file, doing exactly the same thing, hanging my Save again.
And it seems that the Job Bank site shutdown was on the heels of no viticulture jobs for two weeks, seeming to prolong the no-job activity they had already started under a different guise. Only orchard jobs now it seems; another suckdown maybe, get the training and then no jobs materialize. Done it, as in having it done to me in 2010 and the assholes are pulling the same shit again. They also screwed me out of a GIS job in 1990, after ten months of training, as I was assigned to a database development project instead.
03-08-2012
A morning of learning about workplace hazardous materials and then a field trip to Oliver, the second time this week, to tour the Kubota dealership, and then a farm implement manufacturing plant.
Constant internet fuckery going on tonight, even my Google searches are getting blocked, and was only seeking the next page. Another site, where I was intently reading about a grape varietal problem, suddenly got swapped out and a page came up in the same livery, that they had retired the site. Hilarious, swapping out web pages as I am reading them and putting on the excuse that the website had retired just then.
Other excitement for the perps, going by the accompanying noise increase, was that I opened up a cover letter file that was given to me by a female classmate, (also very attractive) as a template to work from in order to enhance my own cover letter. It always seems to me that the perps are curtailing my cover letters, and I find myself "stuck" on what to say.
03-09-12
2100h
As part of the vitculture class, a tour of the Slimline plant in town, they make Turbo-mist sprayers for orchard and vineyards. An exam after that, with the perps running interference on which answers were correc, screwing me out of at least 4 of 25 marks. A delayed lunch, then a barbque at the instructor's property, some wine, two hamburgers, one sausage and then 20 min. of tractor driving, then it was time to go, 1700h
Dude babble and floor scraping sounds have been arranged next door for me to overhear. The noise came through at the same noise level after I put the earmuffs on. Then later, pounding and vibrating this place on and off for 15 minutes.
A legs shave last thing before be, always a big perp event too.
03-10-2012
A Saturday, and the usual bus trip to the tanning salon. I t was nowhere near the zoo it was at the same time last week, more in keeping with the apparent low demand at this time of year. But having made a reservation so I wouldn't get screwed like last week, why, I still had to wait 10 minutes because they fucked up my reservation and put me into the booth, when I always use the lie-down bed. And of course there was someone occupying it, so 10 minutes waiting on the lime green covered couch. And I shouldn't of been too surprised by the lime green gangstalkring vehicles and clothed persons afterward. As with last week, great numbers of vehicles surging in arranged clusters, usually a brown one ensconced among silver-grey and white vehicles, and in clusters of 6 to 10 vehicles. Sometimes they are all going over the speed limit, and other times well under, adding a new variation to the arrangements, coordinated vehicle speeds among the vehicular gangstalkers.
And some laundry got done today, the perps timing of a long haired male Fuckwit to be outside the laundry room door when I exited. The same Fuckwit managed to time his next gangstalking about two hours later, just as I was about to enter my apartment with my laundry. Said dude had tied up both washing machines with giant loads of clothes, and I wasn't about to start pulling his laundry out of the washing machine.
I was finally allowed to complete on getting a hair cut; a burst of one way vehicular gangstalker when I exited the shop. It was a training school, so I got a haircut for $11, and the trainee at first, and the instructor as well.
Heavy duty tromping dudes outside, heard through the earmuffs, at least once/min. for 60 minutes, while editing a document on the PC. Then a colossal crap, and for once, no toilet plunging and related games.
The the alarm clock went off by itsel.
Some pounding and vibration heard through the earmuffs as I switch to another window/tab in my browser; exciting moments for the perps, insane abusive depravity as I see it.
03-11-2012
A "tab attack", where all open tabs got closed without warning by means of some fuckery around the lame (and sabotaged IMHO) Firefox tab group interface, about the dumbest interface going with implied mouse commands and the fuzzed out background that one cannot get back to. This was arranged after a run-up of water running noises heard through the earmuffs, and then when I slammed them down realizing I had been fucked out of 20 open tabs in the middle of attempting to detail some facts related to the paper I am attempting to write, why, a sudden onset of vehicle noise outside. This insane procession of vehicles past a park on one side and this residential and hotel area on the other, and this route is not a major one out of town. So why all this vehicular gangstalking outside? Anyhow, a total invasive disruption/Fuckover stunt, when writing this paper has been nothng but an total adverserial experience, on top of typo sabotage.It is fucking insane, outrageous and utterly stupid to be cognivitely sabotaged down to my very last deed and thought.
I am in the process of fixing a flight reservation for which Irecieved no email or confirmation number. I haven't flown anywhere for over nine years, so no doubt the flying experience is going to be severely sandbagged, from making reservations and on from there. The perps have a pressing need to understand something about human interaction with the earth, and take every moment to exploit this, from elevator games/gangstalking on up. Now, they let me "graduate" to making a flight in late March. We shall see if it happens. I have only being on hold for 15 minutes after a pissing match with the voice recognition software they are using as their "help" system.
The last time they let me fly was to Salt Lake City from Seattle in the fall, so to speak, of 2002, when I returned to work for a while, only to get screwed again in in December, as in not allowed to keep a job due to pummeling head pain that was blockable momentarily by putting my arms over my head or loitering near metal objects. It usually took them no longer than a minute to re-aim the beam at me to bring on the head pain again. I suspect the assholes have neutered my brain's pain responses since then, and are delving into the same places, without the pain sensations. Occasionally I get a deep pain jab, often at a moment of cognitive realization, say, getting screwed by the assholes as I attempt to pick something up, always a major fuckable event.
I finally got a person to speak with about my non-reservation as it turned out. And too, repeating the name, email address, credit card and phone number twice, the first time for the person to look for my reservation and possible credit card charge, and then again to make the booking.
Separately, an address change is going for the fourth round; unrelenting fuckups that are being made by a real person. somehow, the adress change didn't go through in time, so instead of getting the journal a week later after it being re-directed, why, it spent six weeks in limbo (somehow), and I didn't recieve it until early March instead of mid-January. It was the professional foresters monthly journal, and contained the notice of the annual meeting taking place in the same city I vacated after 10 years of being kept there (Victoria, BC). So.. all my forestry colleagues who attended the annual meeting, converged on the city 6 weeks after I departed for this viticulture school gig that I am now on. And too, someone didn't want me to know that, so they kept the journal in circulation so to speak, as in witholding my mail until it was long over. Nice of them, controlling whom I see and even ponder about.
I got to get this off, as I will be on a work practicum this week. Strange things are bound to happen, and I rented a vehicle to get there and back.
Showing posts with label vagrant stalking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vagrant stalking. Show all posts
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Friday, November 12, 2010
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.
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.
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
ATM Excitement
1130h
I don't find any excitement in putting two checks in an envelope and feeding it to the ATM machine, but is of profound interest to my tormentors, who find any financial transaction in any form or location to be of intense interest. I went the two blocks downtown at about 0900h and should of been fairly quiet then; office workers inside, and too early for shopping. Not so as it turned out; I would suggest at least 200 to 400 extra gangstalkers were on duty, and the usual freakshow components; vagrants, red hair, red clothed, and the odd dressed. Today's 15 minute round trip sortie's premier nutty dresser was a younger woman in blue stockings and brown mid-calf socks over them. Although this is a hikey-bikey town, it is amazing to see the numbers of the strangely dressed increase. But no ATM line-up, even if it is the one by the front window, and I was done in no time.
I always examine the prepatory events that lead up to a big gangstalking profusion; rage-fying me with various provocations over breakfast, spending five minutes on the phone (an electromagnetic device at one's ear), a full frontal shave with a new razor (significance described below), a blood letting eruption at my left lip area "found out" just before I departed and swabbed with the still damp face cloth I used for shaving earlier, trimming all my fingernails, and a few others that don't come to mind. All these events have occured in excessive spates almost every week or two, and most often before heading out to the gangstalking gauntlet.
The provocations are various; adding extra and gratuitous noise to every move I make, foiling my finger motion so I don't achieve what I intended, flicking water around laterally, pulling items from my grasp, foiling me turning on a lightswitch, and a few others. All to get me intensely pissed off, which in fact, is a governed "reaction".
The perps interest in metals and how they interact with cut objects and surfaces has been detailed in past blogs, but it does extend to shaving most notably and also includes kitchen use of knives. They got me to do full-frontal shaving since 10-2007, and when I replace the blade after a week, it is a big deal for them. Especially following a Monday where I just do a face shave when staying at my parent's place. They also haven't allowed me to iron any clothing since 08-2006 which might be a related case of metals application they have decided complicates matters too much. In lieu of ironing, I acquired more clothes that didn't need it, even the cottons with a modicum of lycra can go without ironing it seems. I suspect the plastic mount of the disposable razor blades is also an attraction for the perps, as there must be some skin/body interaction with it as well as the blades. Anyhow, suffice to say, the perps are also increasing the adversity and provocational stunts while shaving to ensure plenty of vocalizations while doing so, aka rage-ification.
I was fed some strange dreams just before getting up, and I don't want to get in to them here, but as a faux residual "effect", they also planted some ideations about a certain once public figure that I won't get into now. This figure, named by the perps back in 2003, is often referenced by name in their stunts and planted ideations, and has even been witnessed at least twice unequivocally, and at least four more times with lesser certainty. The perps might play up these ideations a few times per day, but starting with a strong dose of ideations first thing in the morning is a new escalation. As usual, the planted notions are total nonsense, and are even worse on that account this morning. Perhaps it was another prepatory event before walking two blocks downtown to the ATM.
1545h
I did my one block jaunt to the optician's to get my new glasses, the ones purchased in 12-2008 and sent out for cable temple modification over a week ago. And a very reasonable $56, with a nice cable join, save the fact they cut the temples a tad short to then make them stretch all the more, and suck hard onto my face. They were measured out for them and marked, and they still put the join an inch ahead of where they needed to. That is, if the sickos weren't lurking at every breath I take, and dictated the results for their agenda. So, after having glasses that slid off too easily for 3.5 months, I get them modified only to have them sucked on hard to my face, causing my eyelashes to contact the inside lenses. One cannot win for managed adversity at every fucking turn.
And given that these are the variable lens type, or blended for near and far sightedness, I get the strange distortions and focus dead spots that the perps seem to be managing for. And too, while without any glasses on at the opticians, I had a background parade of the strange, almost perfunctory E. Indian dude loitering behind the ever gushing blonde woman who is the main contact for my glasses purchases and repairs, but also one of the female staff was in a strange sleeveless outfit with way too fat arms. But because she was out of focus, and my glasses getting cleaned at that moment, I got to see her big arms in blurry form. I don't know what this means for the perps, but they are very dedicated in showing off the freaks and the Unfavored in partial form. I also got suckered into looking at a large red motorcycle parked across the street in the same out-of-focus state. And too, it was the second large motorcycle, as the big yellow one was returned to the courtyard in front of this apartment, both outgoing and incoming. And not too strangely, a bright red and yellow DHL plastic mailer was lying on the surface I was to sit at and get the new glasses fitted. The perps know I loathe the sight of these two colors alone, never mind together, and yet they persist in making sure I get a plenty big dose of it anytime I am out. How the loathed colors fit in with motorcycles of one color each ends of my jaunt I have no idea. The motorcycle noise is about the most loathed noise of all, but the "motorcycle stalking" also extends to using them as silent parked props. I don't know why this is, but there seems to be more than one reason.
2000h
I did my month end accounting tonight, while wearing my earmuffs and no major rage-ification stunts. I suppose doing some in the late afternoon 1600h to 1700h and then again from 1900h to 2000h was also interesting for my tormentors, as they have an obsession over dusk onset. The chocolate tab for March was $316, all because the sickos need me to put brown food in my mouth, hence all the coincident noise while eating it. When is this collossal bullshit ever going to end?
I went to the cleaning job tonight, and the absurd yellow motorcycle was still parked in the courtyard at the front of the building. Then a 10 dude gangstalker flush only a half block away, the bullshit bonhomie act again. It seems they need to surround me with more of the male jocularity, feigned as it is. Then a four times gangstalker when I was at the car dealership; once when outside, then when 10' inside the fucker asks me in a Scottish accent for a screwdriver when all the mechanics have gone for the day. Then five minutes later he stands around so he can be seen from the open garage door, I was 40' inside the building, and he was 30' outdside. I finish up and start work and then the boss man wants in the closed garage door (I have seen it close by itself, no one there), and the same Fuckwit was doing his standing around when I was at the building's door. Naturally, the boss man slowed up his entry, partially complicated by an SUV parked 2' from the door, all to get me more face time with this Scottish weirdo loitering in the car lot.
Ditto for a suited dude who shows up outside while I was inside cleaning the glass door, then he "happens" to be walking around a corner some 40 minutes later while I was getting set to leave, and then he "shows up" again outside when I was leaving, managing to step in between the boss man on his scooter and me. And no less, he has a Mercedes, and presumably doesn't need the cover of a Mazda at a Mazda dealership. Hard to believe they let someone "important" cruise around the car dealership by themselves, and then he later saunters out to his vehicle as I am leaving. This would be another example of the perps not bothering with cover stories any more. So many more things just don't make any sense from the public behavior perspective.
I stopped at the LD store and they were all over me; six Fuckwits at the chocolate eggs section, but they did let me get through the Rx soon enough, and then again at the checkout. While in the Rx lineup I got to peruse some wandering large gutted Fuckwits doing the open mouthed guppy act; crossing each others' path while doing their back and forths. Then the ponytailed dude in the parking lot was chasing me with 10' of shopping carts, most strange as hardly anyone takes them outside. Then more gangstalkers at the bakery, and then another flush of five dudes at the liquor store, and then after crossing the street with my posse, why two faux vagrants lying on the sidewalk outside the adjacent store to this apartment block. Then in the immediate courtyard in front of the building the yellow motorcycle was gone, and seemingly in its place was a negro woman riding around on a yellow bicycle, circling the pillars as well as crossing the courtyard behind me. Just another day, though perhaps the assholes are pumped up over the return to wearing my new glasses again.
After working at the cleaning job, I am getting pissed of with the eyeglasses customization job as they put the cable temples one inch ahead of where the eyeglasses temples were marked, and much of the horizontal temple is made up of the sprung part, and it changes the entire geometry of the lenses on my face, tipping them forward. Never mind the pinching action, which also gets augmented when I have the earmuffs on. I suspect this managed fuckup of muffing the job and not putting the cable temples where asked for isn't the mistake it is made out to be, but part of an ongoing jerkaround for more weeks, and getting the job done again, likely with new frames. There goes another $250 or whatever this jerkaround is going to get settled at. Just one more example of the perps fucking every last thing I do, all to incurr repeats, sending items back and the rest of the insane bullshit. I suspect they are also pulling this kind of crap on an industrial scale; new aircraft designs that don't work or take extra rework, and once, a new cruise ship I saw on TV in 2005 had to be taken back into port to get a new engine as the warning light indicated that its oil pressure was low. obviously it was tested out before launch, but somehow, it failed enroute to the customer, and had to be drydocked for a new engine. The new ferries in this region have engines that sit too high in the water, and are terribly inefficient, and now present a major problem to sort out. Of course these endeavors such as the Hadron Collider are enormously complex, but it just seems to happen too often, my existence seeming to be a microcosm of the larger picture of too many fuckups going on. Just my take on things, and I suppose the perps led me to this conclusion by showing various endeavors going wrong in the TV days of 2004 to 2005.
2200h
Picture time.
Taken 03-24-2009, 1109h 30 sec. A nice arrangement of photo bait in the rain, almost a checkerboard for symmetry. Three silver-grey vehicles in all, two in file in the through lane, either side of the parked silver-grey vehicle. In the parked stallls; a navy blue lead pickup, the aforementioned silver-grey vehicle, a mid-grey and a white one at the right end.
Taken 03-24-2009, 1109h 39 sec. Further to the right, this strange habit of parking vehicles outside of the parking lot, never mind in the rain, which can make for mud. I also see the jaywalker has continued down the road surface, the sidewalk isn't good enough for him; jaywalking gangstalkers abound, as well as stupid road walking, not unlike the sidewalk cycling that has also erupted since 2002.
I was doing some Bookmark link looking and came up with this nice little gem about the real story of the infamous Dr. Cameron's "treatments", and a survivor Lynn Moss-Sharman testifies "all the children and adults had shaved heads". Well isn't this interesting; could it be that is the reason for all these male skinhead gangstalkers to be posted around me to attempt to stimulate some kind of subconscious reminder as to being among this patient group when I was in Montreal, aged 2 to 5, 1956 to 1959? And should I consider myself fortunate to have all this purged from recall, rather than the traumatizations that Lynn is still working through, fifty years later? I don't know about that; the idea that some fucking asshole has pissed with my recall at any stage of my life for any reason makes me exceeding angry. And too, per above mentioned gangstalker, Dr. Ewen Cameron was Scottish, and the perps ply me with Scottish accented gangstalkers frequently. I also had a military gangstalker earlier today, looking like a total goof, and hiding behind a cluster of about ten dudes at this one intersection, and leaving behind one Down's syndrome looking gangstalker leaning against the building at the corner. Very odd to say the least.
2300h
I see the labels got lopped off by some saboteur at the last blog posting save.
Anyhow, that is all for today, now to ponder the strategy over the eyeglasses that have become a fucking nightmare problem, all for some jerk who has prescribed it. No doubt, they are getting ready for another round of alternating my eyeglasses.
I don't find any excitement in putting two checks in an envelope and feeding it to the ATM machine, but is of profound interest to my tormentors, who find any financial transaction in any form or location to be of intense interest. I went the two blocks downtown at about 0900h and should of been fairly quiet then; office workers inside, and too early for shopping. Not so as it turned out; I would suggest at least 200 to 400 extra gangstalkers were on duty, and the usual freakshow components; vagrants, red hair, red clothed, and the odd dressed. Today's 15 minute round trip sortie's premier nutty dresser was a younger woman in blue stockings and brown mid-calf socks over them. Although this is a hikey-bikey town, it is amazing to see the numbers of the strangely dressed increase. But no ATM line-up, even if it is the one by the front window, and I was done in no time.
I always examine the prepatory events that lead up to a big gangstalking profusion; rage-fying me with various provocations over breakfast, spending five minutes on the phone (an electromagnetic device at one's ear), a full frontal shave with a new razor (significance described below), a blood letting eruption at my left lip area "found out" just before I departed and swabbed with the still damp face cloth I used for shaving earlier, trimming all my fingernails, and a few others that don't come to mind. All these events have occured in excessive spates almost every week or two, and most often before heading out to the gangstalking gauntlet.
The provocations are various; adding extra and gratuitous noise to every move I make, foiling my finger motion so I don't achieve what I intended, flicking water around laterally, pulling items from my grasp, foiling me turning on a lightswitch, and a few others. All to get me intensely pissed off, which in fact, is a governed "reaction".
The perps interest in metals and how they interact with cut objects and surfaces has been detailed in past blogs, but it does extend to shaving most notably and also includes kitchen use of knives. They got me to do full-frontal shaving since 10-2007, and when I replace the blade after a week, it is a big deal for them. Especially following a Monday where I just do a face shave when staying at my parent's place. They also haven't allowed me to iron any clothing since 08-2006 which might be a related case of metals application they have decided complicates matters too much. In lieu of ironing, I acquired more clothes that didn't need it, even the cottons with a modicum of lycra can go without ironing it seems. I suspect the plastic mount of the disposable razor blades is also an attraction for the perps, as there must be some skin/body interaction with it as well as the blades. Anyhow, suffice to say, the perps are also increasing the adversity and provocational stunts while shaving to ensure plenty of vocalizations while doing so, aka rage-ification.
I was fed some strange dreams just before getting up, and I don't want to get in to them here, but as a faux residual "effect", they also planted some ideations about a certain once public figure that I won't get into now. This figure, named by the perps back in 2003, is often referenced by name in their stunts and planted ideations, and has even been witnessed at least twice unequivocally, and at least four more times with lesser certainty. The perps might play up these ideations a few times per day, but starting with a strong dose of ideations first thing in the morning is a new escalation. As usual, the planted notions are total nonsense, and are even worse on that account this morning. Perhaps it was another prepatory event before walking two blocks downtown to the ATM.
1545h
I did my one block jaunt to the optician's to get my new glasses, the ones purchased in 12-2008 and sent out for cable temple modification over a week ago. And a very reasonable $56, with a nice cable join, save the fact they cut the temples a tad short to then make them stretch all the more, and suck hard onto my face. They were measured out for them and marked, and they still put the join an inch ahead of where they needed to. That is, if the sickos weren't lurking at every breath I take, and dictated the results for their agenda. So, after having glasses that slid off too easily for 3.5 months, I get them modified only to have them sucked on hard to my face, causing my eyelashes to contact the inside lenses. One cannot win for managed adversity at every fucking turn.
And given that these are the variable lens type, or blended for near and far sightedness, I get the strange distortions and focus dead spots that the perps seem to be managing for. And too, while without any glasses on at the opticians, I had a background parade of the strange, almost perfunctory E. Indian dude loitering behind the ever gushing blonde woman who is the main contact for my glasses purchases and repairs, but also one of the female staff was in a strange sleeveless outfit with way too fat arms. But because she was out of focus, and my glasses getting cleaned at that moment, I got to see her big arms in blurry form. I don't know what this means for the perps, but they are very dedicated in showing off the freaks and the Unfavored in partial form. I also got suckered into looking at a large red motorcycle parked across the street in the same out-of-focus state. And too, it was the second large motorcycle, as the big yellow one was returned to the courtyard in front of this apartment, both outgoing and incoming. And not too strangely, a bright red and yellow DHL plastic mailer was lying on the surface I was to sit at and get the new glasses fitted. The perps know I loathe the sight of these two colors alone, never mind together, and yet they persist in making sure I get a plenty big dose of it anytime I am out. How the loathed colors fit in with motorcycles of one color each ends of my jaunt I have no idea. The motorcycle noise is about the most loathed noise of all, but the "motorcycle stalking" also extends to using them as silent parked props. I don't know why this is, but there seems to be more than one reason.
2000h
I did my month end accounting tonight, while wearing my earmuffs and no major rage-ification stunts. I suppose doing some in the late afternoon 1600h to 1700h and then again from 1900h to 2000h was also interesting for my tormentors, as they have an obsession over dusk onset. The chocolate tab for March was $316, all because the sickos need me to put brown food in my mouth, hence all the coincident noise while eating it. When is this collossal bullshit ever going to end?
I went to the cleaning job tonight, and the absurd yellow motorcycle was still parked in the courtyard at the front of the building. Then a 10 dude gangstalker flush only a half block away, the bullshit bonhomie act again. It seems they need to surround me with more of the male jocularity, feigned as it is. Then a four times gangstalker when I was at the car dealership; once when outside, then when 10' inside the fucker asks me in a Scottish accent for a screwdriver when all the mechanics have gone for the day. Then five minutes later he stands around so he can be seen from the open garage door, I was 40' inside the building, and he was 30' outdside. I finish up and start work and then the boss man wants in the closed garage door (I have seen it close by itself, no one there), and the same Fuckwit was doing his standing around when I was at the building's door. Naturally, the boss man slowed up his entry, partially complicated by an SUV parked 2' from the door, all to get me more face time with this Scottish weirdo loitering in the car lot.
Ditto for a suited dude who shows up outside while I was inside cleaning the glass door, then he "happens" to be walking around a corner some 40 minutes later while I was getting set to leave, and then he "shows up" again outside when I was leaving, managing to step in between the boss man on his scooter and me. And no less, he has a Mercedes, and presumably doesn't need the cover of a Mazda at a Mazda dealership. Hard to believe they let someone "important" cruise around the car dealership by themselves, and then he later saunters out to his vehicle as I am leaving. This would be another example of the perps not bothering with cover stories any more. So many more things just don't make any sense from the public behavior perspective.
I stopped at the LD store and they were all over me; six Fuckwits at the chocolate eggs section, but they did let me get through the Rx soon enough, and then again at the checkout. While in the Rx lineup I got to peruse some wandering large gutted Fuckwits doing the open mouthed guppy act; crossing each others' path while doing their back and forths. Then the ponytailed dude in the parking lot was chasing me with 10' of shopping carts, most strange as hardly anyone takes them outside. Then more gangstalkers at the bakery, and then another flush of five dudes at the liquor store, and then after crossing the street with my posse, why two faux vagrants lying on the sidewalk outside the adjacent store to this apartment block. Then in the immediate courtyard in front of the building the yellow motorcycle was gone, and seemingly in its place was a negro woman riding around on a yellow bicycle, circling the pillars as well as crossing the courtyard behind me. Just another day, though perhaps the assholes are pumped up over the return to wearing my new glasses again.
After working at the cleaning job, I am getting pissed of with the eyeglasses customization job as they put the cable temples one inch ahead of where the eyeglasses temples were marked, and much of the horizontal temple is made up of the sprung part, and it changes the entire geometry of the lenses on my face, tipping them forward. Never mind the pinching action, which also gets augmented when I have the earmuffs on. I suspect this managed fuckup of muffing the job and not putting the cable temples where asked for isn't the mistake it is made out to be, but part of an ongoing jerkaround for more weeks, and getting the job done again, likely with new frames. There goes another $250 or whatever this jerkaround is going to get settled at. Just one more example of the perps fucking every last thing I do, all to incurr repeats, sending items back and the rest of the insane bullshit. I suspect they are also pulling this kind of crap on an industrial scale; new aircraft designs that don't work or take extra rework, and once, a new cruise ship I saw on TV in 2005 had to be taken back into port to get a new engine as the warning light indicated that its oil pressure was low. obviously it was tested out before launch, but somehow, it failed enroute to the customer, and had to be drydocked for a new engine. The new ferries in this region have engines that sit too high in the water, and are terribly inefficient, and now present a major problem to sort out. Of course these endeavors such as the Hadron Collider are enormously complex, but it just seems to happen too often, my existence seeming to be a microcosm of the larger picture of too many fuckups going on. Just my take on things, and I suppose the perps led me to this conclusion by showing various endeavors going wrong in the TV days of 2004 to 2005.
2200h
Picture time.
Taken 03-24-2009, 1109h 30 sec. A nice arrangement of photo bait in the rain, almost a checkerboard for symmetry. Three silver-grey vehicles in all, two in file in the through lane, either side of the parked silver-grey vehicle. In the parked stallls; a navy blue lead pickup, the aforementioned silver-grey vehicle, a mid-grey and a white one at the right end.
Taken 03-24-2009, 1109h 39 sec. Further to the right, this strange habit of parking vehicles outside of the parking lot, never mind in the rain, which can make for mud. I also see the jaywalker has continued down the road surface, the sidewalk isn't good enough for him; jaywalking gangstalkers abound, as well as stupid road walking, not unlike the sidewalk cycling that has also erupted since 2002.
I was doing some Bookmark link looking and came up with this nice little gem about the real story of the infamous Dr. Cameron's "treatments", and a survivor Lynn Moss-Sharman testifies "all the children and adults had shaved heads". Well isn't this interesting; could it be that is the reason for all these male skinhead gangstalkers to be posted around me to attempt to stimulate some kind of subconscious reminder as to being among this patient group when I was in Montreal, aged 2 to 5, 1956 to 1959? And should I consider myself fortunate to have all this purged from recall, rather than the traumatizations that Lynn is still working through, fifty years later? I don't know about that; the idea that some fucking asshole has pissed with my recall at any stage of my life for any reason makes me exceeding angry. And too, per above mentioned gangstalker, Dr. Ewen Cameron was Scottish, and the perps ply me with Scottish accented gangstalkers frequently. I also had a military gangstalker earlier today, looking like a total goof, and hiding behind a cluster of about ten dudes at this one intersection, and leaving behind one Down's syndrome looking gangstalker leaning against the building at the corner. Very odd to say the least.
2300h
I see the labels got lopped off by some saboteur at the last blog posting save.
Anyhow, that is all for today, now to ponder the strategy over the eyeglasses that have become a fucking nightmare problem, all for some jerk who has prescribed it. No doubt, they are getting ready for another round of alternating my eyeglasses.
Thursday, February 05, 2009
This is a Journal of the Anomalous
1545h
The title is a response to comment that I got which I rejected for being patently unobjective. All the noises, light flashes, odd behaviors of others, my own infrequent uncharacteristic behaviors, vehicle formations in aggregated colors, and the entire gamut of things I talk about is all anomalous unless stated otherwise. I know this town, I know conventional physical forces at the practical level, and I know what anomalous is. This all changed April 15, 2002, along with a bunch of other's behaviors that took me sideways, made sure I didn't have a job and to make me availible 24x7 to be life raped every second ever since. If something radically changed after this date, it was very likely arranged, and is treated as orchestrated until proven otherwise. My entire perspective on my existence is reversed by my choice based on objective determinations, because the anomalous has become the norm. Yes, teleportation at the quantum level is happening, and it is also happening at the people level (seen it happen, and at least 15 on-street "how did that person(s) (& vehicles) get on me so close (or disapear) without me hearing a thing"), and also happens to vehicles as well (mine). And until one realizes that fundamental physics is stuck in a stalemate of supreme proportions thanks to the acolytes of Einstein, then you likely won't believe what happens to me. Except it is also occuring to other self-identified TI's as we call ourselves, and because that it is so, it fails the first test of being a clinical conditon, as it must be singular (unique events per putative patient). Whoever you are, start doing some research among the links I have under the Relevant Science for Action at a Distance Energies heading to the right.
That is out of the way, and onto Thursday, today, and pondering the state of the perps' agitation and motivations. I got out to go to yoga, the first in three weeks with the regular dishy instructor, and did my practice as if I hadn't missed any. I am begining to suspect the perps can keep my muscle tone and flexibility in shape by remotely applied means. That year of working out at the gym that ended last year might of been for researching that very topic. The gangstalker herd liked to keep me off certain equipment for a few weeks, raising my suspicion that they wanted certain muscle groups worked and not others. Hence my relative flexibility while taking yoga once per week. Or at least, that is my suspicion given how readily I can do some of the poses when I haven't done it for some weeks. As far as I can tell, no one else in the class is as flexible as I am save the instructor, and while I had a likely headstart owing to doing regular swimming and aerobics for 15 years, many of the others are taking yoga twice per week in the ladies only class. Anyhow, it isn't a big deal, and is only a suspicion.
But yoga classes, particular afterwards with all the stretching and spinal flexure, are of significant importance to the perps. The usual excess of gangstalkers and arranged vehicles (six red colored vehicles parked or stopped at the first intersection) was evident, and they even put on a siren show to arrive from behind me, and then turn the corner adjacent to me while I walked ahead.
We had a new member in the class, a woman doing the well timed coughing and throat clearing, as well as introducing a 12" wide red stripe down each side of her black pants. Not a big deal, except when one is under the microscope as to one's every thought and move, assuming it isn't scripted in advance.
As I have mentioned in recent past blog postings, the perps are claiming to be winding down the hostilities this month, but the incidence of gangstalkers has increased. There are more people on the street than at Christmas time, and this is a more residential area and secondary business area not able to pay downtown rents, e.g. car dealerships, supermarket, restaurants and others that are on the typical periphery of downtown. And for some reason, my perp abetting mother was asking about the numbers of people on the street, and I gave her the same comparison. Obviously this thought meme didn't get enough air time.
Two nights ago when I was in the supermarket after the cleaning job, the perps put at least 12 gangstalkers ringed around me while I was grinding the coffee beans at the machine they supply. All that brown substance and being ground into a fine powder is a big deal for them. And I wasn't too surprised that some of the gangstalkers were brown skinned, Asians of varying kinds. And at that same shopping event, the perps put on a distraught and weeping blonde woman with another blonde woman beside her, just as I came in and grabbed a black plastic shopping basket. I have never seen this before, someone going shopping as an emotional wreck, but here it was. I can only assume some kind of deeper emotional neural registry (mine) was desired at this prime perp moment, entering a building, and/or grasping a plastic object.
2300h
More messing about and bookmarking promising music from Stereophile's Records to Die For. The background noise in the earmuffs has slowly increased over the evening, and there has been many overhead rumbling noises that somehow pentrate 12" of floor/ceiling and my hearing protection. Go figure.
I had a "vagrant guard" for me when returning from the cleaning job tonight; five vagrant acts spaced out over a block when there has been one at the most for the past three years I have been shopping at this local supermarket. No big deal, just noting the high strangeness that is my existence. This one is done.
The title is a response to comment that I got which I rejected for being patently unobjective. All the noises, light flashes, odd behaviors of others, my own infrequent uncharacteristic behaviors, vehicle formations in aggregated colors, and the entire gamut of things I talk about is all anomalous unless stated otherwise. I know this town, I know conventional physical forces at the practical level, and I know what anomalous is. This all changed April 15, 2002, along with a bunch of other's behaviors that took me sideways, made sure I didn't have a job and to make me availible 24x7 to be life raped every second ever since. If something radically changed after this date, it was very likely arranged, and is treated as orchestrated until proven otherwise. My entire perspective on my existence is reversed by my choice based on objective determinations, because the anomalous has become the norm. Yes, teleportation at the quantum level is happening, and it is also happening at the people level (seen it happen, and at least 15 on-street "how did that person(s) (& vehicles) get on me so close (or disapear) without me hearing a thing"), and also happens to vehicles as well (mine). And until one realizes that fundamental physics is stuck in a stalemate of supreme proportions thanks to the acolytes of Einstein, then you likely won't believe what happens to me. Except it is also occuring to other self-identified TI's as we call ourselves, and because that it is so, it fails the first test of being a clinical conditon, as it must be singular (unique events per putative patient). Whoever you are, start doing some research among the links I have under the Relevant Science for Action at a Distance Energies heading to the right.
That is out of the way, and onto Thursday, today, and pondering the state of the perps' agitation and motivations. I got out to go to yoga, the first in three weeks with the regular dishy instructor, and did my practice as if I hadn't missed any. I am begining to suspect the perps can keep my muscle tone and flexibility in shape by remotely applied means. That year of working out at the gym that ended last year might of been for researching that very topic. The gangstalker herd liked to keep me off certain equipment for a few weeks, raising my suspicion that they wanted certain muscle groups worked and not others. Hence my relative flexibility while taking yoga once per week. Or at least, that is my suspicion given how readily I can do some of the poses when I haven't done it for some weeks. As far as I can tell, no one else in the class is as flexible as I am save the instructor, and while I had a likely headstart owing to doing regular swimming and aerobics for 15 years, many of the others are taking yoga twice per week in the ladies only class. Anyhow, it isn't a big deal, and is only a suspicion.
But yoga classes, particular afterwards with all the stretching and spinal flexure, are of significant importance to the perps. The usual excess of gangstalkers and arranged vehicles (six red colored vehicles parked or stopped at the first intersection) was evident, and they even put on a siren show to arrive from behind me, and then turn the corner adjacent to me while I walked ahead.
We had a new member in the class, a woman doing the well timed coughing and throat clearing, as well as introducing a 12" wide red stripe down each side of her black pants. Not a big deal, except when one is under the microscope as to one's every thought and move, assuming it isn't scripted in advance.
As I have mentioned in recent past blog postings, the perps are claiming to be winding down the hostilities this month, but the incidence of gangstalkers has increased. There are more people on the street than at Christmas time, and this is a more residential area and secondary business area not able to pay downtown rents, e.g. car dealerships, supermarket, restaurants and others that are on the typical periphery of downtown. And for some reason, my perp abetting mother was asking about the numbers of people on the street, and I gave her the same comparison. Obviously this thought meme didn't get enough air time.
Two nights ago when I was in the supermarket after the cleaning job, the perps put at least 12 gangstalkers ringed around me while I was grinding the coffee beans at the machine they supply. All that brown substance and being ground into a fine powder is a big deal for them. And I wasn't too surprised that some of the gangstalkers were brown skinned, Asians of varying kinds. And at that same shopping event, the perps put on a distraught and weeping blonde woman with another blonde woman beside her, just as I came in and grabbed a black plastic shopping basket. I have never seen this before, someone going shopping as an emotional wreck, but here it was. I can only assume some kind of deeper emotional neural registry (mine) was desired at this prime perp moment, entering a building, and/or grasping a plastic object.
2300h
More messing about and bookmarking promising music from Stereophile's Records to Die For. The background noise in the earmuffs has slowly increased over the evening, and there has been many overhead rumbling noises that somehow pentrate 12" of floor/ceiling and my hearing protection. Go figure.
I had a "vagrant guard" for me when returning from the cleaning job tonight; five vagrant acts spaced out over a block when there has been one at the most for the past three years I have been shopping at this local supermarket. No big deal, just noting the high strangeness that is my existence. This one is done.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
MIB's in the Lobby + 05-28-2008 Updates
1125h
I did my once per three months trip to the bank to get rolls of coins for the 20 year old coin operated laundry machines in this building. This is always a big deal for the perps, as they get me out on the street about 1.5 hours after eating breakfast, which for them, is a big deal. Normally, they like to keep me shut-in until I have my regularly scheduled gym class later in the afternoon. And it was a large force out on duty, beginning with the first floor elevator lobby. Two Men In Black (suits) were both on their cell phones, 4' from each other, pretending to be doing business deals in this predominantly bachelor pad apartment block. One leaning against the gold color finished mailboxes was in skinhead mode, the clean shaven disgusting pate for me to see, and then another forced look while I was exiting the door. I find that "hairstyle" disgusting for whatever reason, and the perps make no bones about forcing me to "react" to it unlike ever before. That is of course, one of the Unfavored appearences, along with suits, and then having this scum loiter and pretend to be engaged in a business activity was borderline hilarious.
I got another MIB later on the street, this dude in black fleece and in hikey-bikey clothing, the more universal standard dress in this town. He also had the derigeur silver colored plastic headphones on, not unlike the ones the perps force me to wear after sabotaging three pairs of them, including my Grados of which I am fond.
Another MIB in fleece arrived in the bank behind me, with his white plastic bag no less, presumably containing some deposit money. And he chose the wicket next to me, not that he was addressed by the staff as to which one, as that had been arranged it seemed. I don't know what the deal is with the MIB's this morning, but they were out in greater number at more obvious locations. These are not the MIB's of the 1950's with semi-human features and their hats, but normal looking humans in (mostly) context appropriate styles. Later, I got the males in off-white raincoats, two together, also looking totally stupid with no rain in the offing.
There were other countless acts parading around me when I was out for the two block visit to the bank; one was Cheersing ahead of me, dropping into stores for 20 seconds or so and then proceeding onward, as if he was exchanging greetings among all the proprietors. Straight out of a bad movie, along with his vile brown-yellow pants, the extra wide arm pose, the shabby brown briefcase and the absurd no socks, only barefeet in his shoes. Anyhow, I was allowed to walk past this act, after he got ahead by crossing on the Don't Walk which was arranged to have no crossing traffic. Funny that he was in such a hurry to cross the street against the signal and then "socialized" his way along the stores ahead of me.
I also got the vagrants show; native Indians are playing big these days, and making them look extra stupid in red caps and red jackets with extra large sunglasses for a no-sun day seemed to be important.
Regular readers will know that the perps are also obsessed about my laundry, and have even placed the cell phoning seeming apartment manager outside the door while I was inside. There wasn't any major laundry harassment so far today, but I have yet to extract it from the dryer and go through the hassle of folding it. The perps routinely make this deed a major rage-ification event.
And it would seem that the scripting sickos have returned from their long weekend holiday, rage-ifying my by foiling my finger control to pick up an insect they planted on the stove top. There were other stunts such as crumb inundation where some 20 bread crumbs burst out from the bread after I bit into it. This is the mentality of the sickos I deal with all day long.
Last night wasn't too bad as Mondays go; "only" an hour of being kept awake and having the sensations of insects crawling on me, all to have me scratch them off to make contact with my hand on my face, eyebrow, head etc. doing their work for them as they lack the gumption to show up and conduct their experimentation in person. And they usually plant a real insect into this session of faked creepie crawlies, and lo, if it didn't get plastered under my thumb on the wall with a 3/4" seeming blood burst. (I have had no bites to date). In the morning, it "so happened" that some kind of odd black liquid seeped out, all to force me to clean it up before changing into my clothes and disrupting the normal order of events. And saddling me with extra hand washing at that time is also a big deal for them. I have never washed my hands so much before they struck in 2002.
1305h
And I made lunch from scratch today following laundry folding and putting away. The perps are back to rage-ifying me with extra sounds and touches of no apparent causal, and then garbling my vocalizations at these affronts, all to enrage me all the more. This has been typical of the past four weeks as it would seem the perps are "needing" to crank me up all the more, as it is their first choice as to harassment method. In between, they had me take my Tuesday crap, and ensured I used the towel cleaned last week to dry myself, stand on the newly laundered towel, and later wash my hands again with the dish towel and the new dishes detergent with the just-laundered dish towel. The perps have been ragging me to undertake extra handwashing, and have created stunts to do so, starting with the above mentioned squashed bug fuckery that was cleaned before I had even got my clothes on.
1720h
The new system at gym turned out to be the gangstalking event I thought it would be; this is in lieu of the organized class in the floor exercise room. The "experienced" class members now get to work out in the public warm up/down area; this means while I am stretched out on the mat, no end of fuckers are parading around me, and I get controlled to look at their feet. So, I looked at a wall instead, and lo, if the coordinator didn't arrive and park his feet in my view, on the pretense of asking me about how I wanted to deal with the new exercise book. The drift was that he and the other coordinator were asking about how I felt about this new (gangstalk conducive) "format", and I told them it was like there was no real class, just us doing our own thing. Anyhow, the perps kept playing this up in mind, so I don't know what the big deal is.
I had a three freak class, mostly they kept out of sight save for that digusting Ethnic Gut dude, who made sure I saw his new skinhead haircut more than once, "happening" to be in my view at least a half dozen times. And I see one of the class "irregulars", who comes for big gangstalking days like today was there in an absurd flesh brown shirt and kept hanging around me for the first 10 minutes. Later on my way back, he trailed me on my way back for 20 minutes on the opposite side of the street. Funny, as he was there from the get go, presumably more "experienced" and they didn't put him in the new "non-class" public area. I sense the perps were attempting to do some through the wall bioenergetics games, and he was the reference fucker for the floor exercise room. I have a sneaking suspicion he might be my brother in morphover, as they bring him out for big gangstalk days at the gym, and have him tail me extensively.
In other words, the entire gym thing sucks, and by perp design. This twice a week activity involves a 30 minute walk each way, and I work out for an hour, so if I drop it, a big part of my exercise routine is dispensed with. But as I am getting severe vision perturbances each time when I come back, it suggests that it is the same situation when they had me quit hiking. For the three months prior to stopping hiking the perps would dish out heavy irradiations that would mess with my vision, much the same as now. I took this to be irradiating me up to a specific level, something they couldn't realistically do when I was on a backwoods trail for three hours, or the half hour drive back. It seemed that the physical activity depleted their energetic irradiations more than they could apply to me as I was always moving. So, they topped me up with vision buggering extra dosage for some four hours once I got back. It seems that the same thing is happening now; the 30 minute walk there, the work out, and the 30 minute walk back is too much for them to keep me irradiated at their current base level, so they apply extra once I get back and settled in my place, in front of the LCD display where some of it comes from.
The perps pulled another checkout obstruction stunt at the supermarket again today; all I needed was goat milk, and they had all checkouts jammed with their shills and operatives. The strange curly headed dude in front of me in the checkout line came in parallel with his operative confreres from the aisles, and yet he had no groceries in hand. Closer to the checkout, he goes to the ice freezer by the store windows and returns to the line with a plastic bagful of ice. If that is all he needed, they why was he in the aisle area, beating me to the checkout, when he didn't need to go there? Just another anomaly for me to ponder, one of those purposeful ones, like the freakshow they put on outside this one apartment building.
And while at the tiresome checkout obstruction stunt I noted that one malingering customer/gangstalker was putting her navy blue colored appointment calendar in hand on display, making sure I saw the thing in her hand for some reason. Why she even had it out and not in her briefcase is even more curious, making out she was a business person doing grocery shopping at 1600h on a weekday, and "for some reason" needed it when protractedly picking up her groceries. And so, when I got outside and turned 90 degrees to head to my place, there was the blond male halfwit act some 80' distant, the one who loiters in this building and sometimes makes himself out to be a employee, standing in mid sidewalk for no apparent reason, dressed in grey pants and a navy blue jacket. It would seem that the perps were attempting to correlate the grey (dude in front of me) and navy blue (appointment calendar act) colors when inside the supermarket to those I was to see outside, "happening" to be worn by a more persistent gangstalker/operative who skulks around this building. (And who might be someone I know in morphover). Which tells me, if this is where the perps are at, color correlations at one location to another, 80' apart under differing lighting conditions and directions, then they have years to go on this depravity streak.
This one location on my walk to/from the gym I call the freakstop; not unlike a busstop, except these over-obvious loafers are strutting their beer guts in profile for me to see, doing nothing but stand on the grass and smoking cigarettes. There was two at this location today, both of the odd persuasion, and loitering for no genuine reason except to look stupid.
And I got plenty of larged gutted males wandering around me at the gym, at this new setup where it is like being in a train station for all the gangstalkers wandering around me. I suppose the perps "need" to add more variety, and having the class member rotation wasn't enough. So now, more large gutted males (two Unfavored attributes there) wearing brown and red clothing (two more Unfavored attributes) hanging around was just what was needed. The facility rebuild began in 2003, the year they figured out this was a long haul harassment fuckover. And seemingly, it isn't enough to have two shades of brown occluded rubber chips in the black rubber floor. Now they have to put more fuckers around me, as loathsome as it is. And in fact, the perps had me over-react and put away my pad prematurely. Which is another reason this gym act needs to go; having me behave unlike how I usually do is pissing me off, and the less opportunities for this kind of fuckery, the better. Why not cooperatively arrange a weekly vagrant fashion show for me instead, and then other variants of the Unfavored in later showings?
I get plenty of ambulatory gangstalkers on my walking route, more than before; I reckon there was at least 80 all told, not counting the ones outside the shopping area. There were more shiftless males without a seeming day job; I have never seen so many in any town loitering around as they do. Even the posted bus schedules at the busstops are "interesting" and then they wander off.
And the all-time honor of the vagrant show was awarded by inference today. The perps had lined up seven shopping baskets side by side with the usual assortment of plastic bags, tin cans, plastic bottles etc. Except there were only two vagrants at best tending to the shopping cart parade, with the remainder of them missing. These unusual agglomerations of motive gangstalking devices are unusual, but the same deal has gone on with utility boom trucks. It wasn't enough to have one for me to drive under, then it was two, then three, and recently, they had be walk by four of them, one "doing time" idling on the other side of the road.
Regular readers will know that I frequently get gangstalked with the vagrant-with-shopping-basket act, and recently they had them in trains of twos and threes, making out that the the vagrant community was one big happy family and all they had to do was find each other. The shopping carts were not local, some coming from at least three miles away, and even the rare plastic basket kind. As the perps are obsessed over plastics in my proximity, and likely all bioenergetic interactions, they sometimes "need" to up the plastic interaction. So, only last week, they had one supposed vagrant hop inside the plastic basketed shopping cart to be pushed by another one in mid-street, ashphalt surfaced. And here I thought that was the highlight/honor of the vagrant division, but no, a seven basket parking job beside the sidewalk that I walked past on. I assume they wanted more cart interaction, and had the vagrants "disappear", hence this absurdity. Or, at least, for this city, as there hasn't been even half of the vagrants before the harassment started up, and more to the point, since I moved to this location.
And from last week, the gym class member I called AA was on my tail again when leaving the building, and then doing the half-on jacket routine when outside. I cannot count the number of shills and operatives half wearing their jackets or sweaters, or else changing them in my proximity. It gets totally nutty all these extra garments being packed around, or grasped or draped over their arm or shoulders, like a professional waiter might do with a towel. Bizarre.
2015h
An overhead pounding with a zap erupted when I had the earmuffs on; that they are made from plastic and aren't worn for longer than 10 minutes or so until some ruction makes them pointless to have on. This seems to be one of the biggest games going; on and offing the earmuffs, and of course, noxious acoustical effects to cause me to put them on in the first place.
2035h
Another sudden pounding and a zapping and an instant "over reaction" to this ongoing fuckover stunt. Now the other noises are chiming in as well. I have been getting pointless no-one-there phone calls of late, usually in the evening and largely coincident with web page and navigation events that interest the perps, e.g. bookmarking, copy and paste etc.
05-28-2008
1130h
A 10.5 hour sleep and then a rage-ified morning. The big event for the perps was to force a "forget" in getting a new loaf of bread from the freezer yesterday, something I don't forget when finishing up a loaf. And then have the slice thawed in the oven on a broil setting. As part of the fuckery, the glass dish I was going to use was dusted with some white debris, so I was obliged to put the bread directly on the oven rack. As I did, a sunflower seed erupted from nowhere to arrive below on the bottom of the oven. Cleaning the dish and the unexpected unavailibility of the bread slice created extra wait time, and lo, if the assholes didn't fill it with putting two insects on the wall for me to deal with. No associated blood bursts on the wall this time, but it created more back and forth from carpeted area to the kitchen action for the perps, and that is what they like, after disruption of routines. Anyhow, it was no doubt an exciting jerkaround for tha assholes, and this serves only as one example of how they plot out this fuckery and on what pretense and the degree of detail. I go through a loaf of bread every 20 days or so, and I am sure they will have something next in mind. Even dealing with the plastic bag seal got noisestalked with the portable overhead thudding noise. (This is a concrete and steel building with 12" thick floors- go figure.)
I did my once per three months trip to the bank to get rolls of coins for the 20 year old coin operated laundry machines in this building. This is always a big deal for the perps, as they get me out on the street about 1.5 hours after eating breakfast, which for them, is a big deal. Normally, they like to keep me shut-in until I have my regularly scheduled gym class later in the afternoon. And it was a large force out on duty, beginning with the first floor elevator lobby. Two Men In Black (suits) were both on their cell phones, 4' from each other, pretending to be doing business deals in this predominantly bachelor pad apartment block. One leaning against the gold color finished mailboxes was in skinhead mode, the clean shaven disgusting pate for me to see, and then another forced look while I was exiting the door. I find that "hairstyle" disgusting for whatever reason, and the perps make no bones about forcing me to "react" to it unlike ever before. That is of course, one of the Unfavored appearences, along with suits, and then having this scum loiter and pretend to be engaged in a business activity was borderline hilarious.
I got another MIB later on the street, this dude in black fleece and in hikey-bikey clothing, the more universal standard dress in this town. He also had the derigeur silver colored plastic headphones on, not unlike the ones the perps force me to wear after sabotaging three pairs of them, including my Grados of which I am fond.
Another MIB in fleece arrived in the bank behind me, with his white plastic bag no less, presumably containing some deposit money. And he chose the wicket next to me, not that he was addressed by the staff as to which one, as that had been arranged it seemed. I don't know what the deal is with the MIB's this morning, but they were out in greater number at more obvious locations. These are not the MIB's of the 1950's with semi-human features and their hats, but normal looking humans in (mostly) context appropriate styles. Later, I got the males in off-white raincoats, two together, also looking totally stupid with no rain in the offing.
There were other countless acts parading around me when I was out for the two block visit to the bank; one was Cheersing ahead of me, dropping into stores for 20 seconds or so and then proceeding onward, as if he was exchanging greetings among all the proprietors. Straight out of a bad movie, along with his vile brown-yellow pants, the extra wide arm pose, the shabby brown briefcase and the absurd no socks, only barefeet in his shoes. Anyhow, I was allowed to walk past this act, after he got ahead by crossing on the Don't Walk which was arranged to have no crossing traffic. Funny that he was in such a hurry to cross the street against the signal and then "socialized" his way along the stores ahead of me.
I also got the vagrants show; native Indians are playing big these days, and making them look extra stupid in red caps and red jackets with extra large sunglasses for a no-sun day seemed to be important.
Regular readers will know that the perps are also obsessed about my laundry, and have even placed the cell phoning seeming apartment manager outside the door while I was inside. There wasn't any major laundry harassment so far today, but I have yet to extract it from the dryer and go through the hassle of folding it. The perps routinely make this deed a major rage-ification event.
And it would seem that the scripting sickos have returned from their long weekend holiday, rage-ifying my by foiling my finger control to pick up an insect they planted on the stove top. There were other stunts such as crumb inundation where some 20 bread crumbs burst out from the bread after I bit into it. This is the mentality of the sickos I deal with all day long.
Last night wasn't too bad as Mondays go; "only" an hour of being kept awake and having the sensations of insects crawling on me, all to have me scratch them off to make contact with my hand on my face, eyebrow, head etc. doing their work for them as they lack the gumption to show up and conduct their experimentation in person. And they usually plant a real insect into this session of faked creepie crawlies, and lo, if it didn't get plastered under my thumb on the wall with a 3/4" seeming blood burst. (I have had no bites to date). In the morning, it "so happened" that some kind of odd black liquid seeped out, all to force me to clean it up before changing into my clothes and disrupting the normal order of events. And saddling me with extra hand washing at that time is also a big deal for them. I have never washed my hands so much before they struck in 2002.
1305h
And I made lunch from scratch today following laundry folding and putting away. The perps are back to rage-ifying me with extra sounds and touches of no apparent causal, and then garbling my vocalizations at these affronts, all to enrage me all the more. This has been typical of the past four weeks as it would seem the perps are "needing" to crank me up all the more, as it is their first choice as to harassment method. In between, they had me take my Tuesday crap, and ensured I used the towel cleaned last week to dry myself, stand on the newly laundered towel, and later wash my hands again with the dish towel and the new dishes detergent with the just-laundered dish towel. The perps have been ragging me to undertake extra handwashing, and have created stunts to do so, starting with the above mentioned squashed bug fuckery that was cleaned before I had even got my clothes on.
1720h
The new system at gym turned out to be the gangstalking event I thought it would be; this is in lieu of the organized class in the floor exercise room. The "experienced" class members now get to work out in the public warm up/down area; this means while I am stretched out on the mat, no end of fuckers are parading around me, and I get controlled to look at their feet. So, I looked at a wall instead, and lo, if the coordinator didn't arrive and park his feet in my view, on the pretense of asking me about how I wanted to deal with the new exercise book. The drift was that he and the other coordinator were asking about how I felt about this new (gangstalk conducive) "format", and I told them it was like there was no real class, just us doing our own thing. Anyhow, the perps kept playing this up in mind, so I don't know what the big deal is.
I had a three freak class, mostly they kept out of sight save for that digusting Ethnic Gut dude, who made sure I saw his new skinhead haircut more than once, "happening" to be in my view at least a half dozen times. And I see one of the class "irregulars", who comes for big gangstalking days like today was there in an absurd flesh brown shirt and kept hanging around me for the first 10 minutes. Later on my way back, he trailed me on my way back for 20 minutes on the opposite side of the street. Funny, as he was there from the get go, presumably more "experienced" and they didn't put him in the new "non-class" public area. I sense the perps were attempting to do some through the wall bioenergetics games, and he was the reference fucker for the floor exercise room. I have a sneaking suspicion he might be my brother in morphover, as they bring him out for big gangstalk days at the gym, and have him tail me extensively.
In other words, the entire gym thing sucks, and by perp design. This twice a week activity involves a 30 minute walk each way, and I work out for an hour, so if I drop it, a big part of my exercise routine is dispensed with. But as I am getting severe vision perturbances each time when I come back, it suggests that it is the same situation when they had me quit hiking. For the three months prior to stopping hiking the perps would dish out heavy irradiations that would mess with my vision, much the same as now. I took this to be irradiating me up to a specific level, something they couldn't realistically do when I was on a backwoods trail for three hours, or the half hour drive back. It seemed that the physical activity depleted their energetic irradiations more than they could apply to me as I was always moving. So, they topped me up with vision buggering extra dosage for some four hours once I got back. It seems that the same thing is happening now; the 30 minute walk there, the work out, and the 30 minute walk back is too much for them to keep me irradiated at their current base level, so they apply extra once I get back and settled in my place, in front of the LCD display where some of it comes from.
The perps pulled another checkout obstruction stunt at the supermarket again today; all I needed was goat milk, and they had all checkouts jammed with their shills and operatives. The strange curly headed dude in front of me in the checkout line came in parallel with his operative confreres from the aisles, and yet he had no groceries in hand. Closer to the checkout, he goes to the ice freezer by the store windows and returns to the line with a plastic bagful of ice. If that is all he needed, they why was he in the aisle area, beating me to the checkout, when he didn't need to go there? Just another anomaly for me to ponder, one of those purposeful ones, like the freakshow they put on outside this one apartment building.
And while at the tiresome checkout obstruction stunt I noted that one malingering customer/gangstalker was putting her navy blue colored appointment calendar in hand on display, making sure I saw the thing in her hand for some reason. Why she even had it out and not in her briefcase is even more curious, making out she was a business person doing grocery shopping at 1600h on a weekday, and "for some reason" needed it when protractedly picking up her groceries. And so, when I got outside and turned 90 degrees to head to my place, there was the blond male halfwit act some 80' distant, the one who loiters in this building and sometimes makes himself out to be a employee, standing in mid sidewalk for no apparent reason, dressed in grey pants and a navy blue jacket. It would seem that the perps were attempting to correlate the grey (dude in front of me) and navy blue (appointment calendar act) colors when inside the supermarket to those I was to see outside, "happening" to be worn by a more persistent gangstalker/operative who skulks around this building. (And who might be someone I know in morphover). Which tells me, if this is where the perps are at, color correlations at one location to another, 80' apart under differing lighting conditions and directions, then they have years to go on this depravity streak.
This one location on my walk to/from the gym I call the freakstop; not unlike a busstop, except these over-obvious loafers are strutting their beer guts in profile for me to see, doing nothing but stand on the grass and smoking cigarettes. There was two at this location today, both of the odd persuasion, and loitering for no genuine reason except to look stupid.
And I got plenty of larged gutted males wandering around me at the gym, at this new setup where it is like being in a train station for all the gangstalkers wandering around me. I suppose the perps "need" to add more variety, and having the class member rotation wasn't enough. So now, more large gutted males (two Unfavored attributes there) wearing brown and red clothing (two more Unfavored attributes) hanging around was just what was needed. The facility rebuild began in 2003, the year they figured out this was a long haul harassment fuckover. And seemingly, it isn't enough to have two shades of brown occluded rubber chips in the black rubber floor. Now they have to put more fuckers around me, as loathsome as it is. And in fact, the perps had me over-react and put away my pad prematurely. Which is another reason this gym act needs to go; having me behave unlike how I usually do is pissing me off, and the less opportunities for this kind of fuckery, the better. Why not cooperatively arrange a weekly vagrant fashion show for me instead, and then other variants of the Unfavored in later showings?
I get plenty of ambulatory gangstalkers on my walking route, more than before; I reckon there was at least 80 all told, not counting the ones outside the shopping area. There were more shiftless males without a seeming day job; I have never seen so many in any town loitering around as they do. Even the posted bus schedules at the busstops are "interesting" and then they wander off.
And the all-time honor of the vagrant show was awarded by inference today. The perps had lined up seven shopping baskets side by side with the usual assortment of plastic bags, tin cans, plastic bottles etc. Except there were only two vagrants at best tending to the shopping cart parade, with the remainder of them missing. These unusual agglomerations of motive gangstalking devices are unusual, but the same deal has gone on with utility boom trucks. It wasn't enough to have one for me to drive under, then it was two, then three, and recently, they had be walk by four of them, one "doing time" idling on the other side of the road.
Regular readers will know that I frequently get gangstalked with the vagrant-with-shopping-basket act, and recently they had them in trains of twos and threes, making out that the the vagrant community was one big happy family and all they had to do was find each other. The shopping carts were not local, some coming from at least three miles away, and even the rare plastic basket kind. As the perps are obsessed over plastics in my proximity, and likely all bioenergetic interactions, they sometimes "need" to up the plastic interaction. So, only last week, they had one supposed vagrant hop inside the plastic basketed shopping cart to be pushed by another one in mid-street, ashphalt surfaced. And here I thought that was the highlight/honor of the vagrant division, but no, a seven basket parking job beside the sidewalk that I walked past on. I assume they wanted more cart interaction, and had the vagrants "disappear", hence this absurdity. Or, at least, for this city, as there hasn't been even half of the vagrants before the harassment started up, and more to the point, since I moved to this location.
And from last week, the gym class member I called AA was on my tail again when leaving the building, and then doing the half-on jacket routine when outside. I cannot count the number of shills and operatives half wearing their jackets or sweaters, or else changing them in my proximity. It gets totally nutty all these extra garments being packed around, or grasped or draped over their arm or shoulders, like a professional waiter might do with a towel. Bizarre.
2015h
An overhead pounding with a zap erupted when I had the earmuffs on; that they are made from plastic and aren't worn for longer than 10 minutes or so until some ruction makes them pointless to have on. This seems to be one of the biggest games going; on and offing the earmuffs, and of course, noxious acoustical effects to cause me to put them on in the first place.
2035h
Another sudden pounding and a zapping and an instant "over reaction" to this ongoing fuckover stunt. Now the other noises are chiming in as well. I have been getting pointless no-one-there phone calls of late, usually in the evening and largely coincident with web page and navigation events that interest the perps, e.g. bookmarking, copy and paste etc.
05-28-2008
1130h
A 10.5 hour sleep and then a rage-ified morning. The big event for the perps was to force a "forget" in getting a new loaf of bread from the freezer yesterday, something I don't forget when finishing up a loaf. And then have the slice thawed in the oven on a broil setting. As part of the fuckery, the glass dish I was going to use was dusted with some white debris, so I was obliged to put the bread directly on the oven rack. As I did, a sunflower seed erupted from nowhere to arrive below on the bottom of the oven. Cleaning the dish and the unexpected unavailibility of the bread slice created extra wait time, and lo, if the assholes didn't fill it with putting two insects on the wall for me to deal with. No associated blood bursts on the wall this time, but it created more back and forth from carpeted area to the kitchen action for the perps, and that is what they like, after disruption of routines. Anyhow, it was no doubt an exciting jerkaround for tha assholes, and this serves only as one example of how they plot out this fuckery and on what pretense and the degree of detail. I go through a loaf of bread every 20 days or so, and I am sure they will have something next in mind. Even dealing with the plastic bag seal got noisestalked with the portable overhead thudding noise. (This is a concrete and steel building with 12" thick floors- go figure.)
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Wallet Unload Excitement
1245h
Today I went down the ATM and deposited some cash I had acquired, legally. It was a yellow colored check, 20's (green with embedded holographic strip) and a 50 (orange with a holographic strip). Not a big deal, but as the perps manage me for my wallet contents extensively and everything for its color and proximity, it was a big deal for them. Then I was off to the LD store to supply a new prescription (white paper, kept in my wallet), and lo, if the doctor hadn't pulled his practice (seemingly) and all his Rx's are invalid. Somehow, the pharmacist knew this without even looking it up. And of course I was mind-fucked into buying this bullshit and of course no alternatives were availible. (Like phoning the replacement doctor and have the pharmacy fax the original Rx to them for the new doctor's signature). It is amazing how many impasses get "arranged" like this where there is no suggestions to aid the (orchestrated) "problem", and no alternatives "come to mind". And lo, if they didn't screw my recall around and have me think the pharmacy retained the Rx when they gave it back to me. I once called those fundamental mistakes of recall "brain vapor lock", but now I know it is a managed situation, courtesy of my mind-keepers and their games.
After all that excitement over reducing the bills in my wallet, the perps had me go out again to buy a hot cooked chicken, and make two outside excursions when one comprehensive trip would of sufficed. I don't get the luxury of being efficient or thoughtful about planning my activities. This is also a big gangstalk event, and the cummulative summary of the notable freakshow gangstalkers drawn from the Unfavored demographic groups was:
I had five 100g chocolate bars in my shopping basket at the grocery store, and mysteriously none when I emptied my grocery bags at home. Nor was I charged for them, and I am allowed to recall that I put them on the checkout conveyor belt and "somehow" they got missed by the checkout cashier. Fucking bizarre. And many more gangstalkers are on their cell phones within 6' of me, sometimes one each side of me. I have never seen so many people on their cell phones of late, and especially at street corners, or else as a sentry job. A blonde woman did a mid-sidewalk "stand there" stunt with her cell phone while another gangstalker 10' further away, a brown skinned and brown coated female was 10' away, also doing a "just stand there" stunt in mid sidewalk. The arrangement that I was walking toward the blonde who was closest, and then the browner, or perhaps in my cynical code, the double browner (Asian woman in brown coat) was standing there to have me pass between them while both were standing still.
1725h
I went to my gym class and back, a 30 minute walk each way, and the usual 500 to 1,000 gangstalking vehicles were arranged in color and vehicle style formations. I got a four freak foursome in my class, Mr. Ethnic Gut in yellow, Mr. New Bald in a burgundy sweater, Mr. Alkie, the seeming ex-alcoholic look of being exceptionally thin and drawn and Fat Boy who "happened" to arrive behind me one block away and tail me inside. He must of been teleported as it was very windy and he was on plastic bag duty, carrying one that somehow got within 4' before I heard the bag flapping. This is nothing new to have assholes arrive on my tail from nowhere, inside or outside. They all "happened" to converge on me when I was in the change room, attempting to get the fuck out of there, having been gangstalked the entire time, though not as bad as some times. No one was planted beside me doing nothing but look around, an improvement of a kind.
The walk there and back was beset by my own "mini-wind", extra gales that are contained around me, and me alone. And that wasn't enough, as they then scripted blowing rain around me too, even if there was none falling on the incessant vehicles that were passing by. As an added measure, there were significant wet patches of sidewalk that the perps kept wet all day, while elsewhere was dry. They put a rain on first thing this morning before I set off, and that was the putative "cause" for wet patches even if there had been sun and wind since then. After seeing so many of the tricks that go down, I don't believe much of what I see has a conventional basis for happening.
The ambulatory gangstalkers on the street were place to come out of a shaded lighting condition as they were within 8' of approaching me. This was so consistent that it doesn't surprise me, especially the games that go on with manipulation of lighting, vehicle and skin tone colors. My native Indian woman vagrant act was in place again when coming back, bumming from stopped vehicles at the traffic control. After having brown colored jackets twice last week, she was in a grey coat today. Only in perpland do the seeming vagrants go through three coat changes in a week.
I had a party of 30 Asian women "happening" to be walking altogether on the sidewalk pass me by. The seemed to have been let off the bus at a bus stop and then filed toward me, crossing paths at a sidewalk (concrete) street (ashspalt) interface. Regular readers will know how beserk the perps are about studying me with respect to these materials, so having a swarm at this location does not surprise me. And it was no surprise there was a surfeit of Asian women at the gym when I got there, even monopolizing the usual equipment I work out on.
And I was the recipient of a new harassment method; whistling that seemed to come from a close source, say 15' or less, and yet there was no one there to at least pretend to be doing so. This is radical departure from the perp's usual extra-conventional harassment games, as they have rarely gone public with such a blatant stunt. It happened twice while I was walking back from the gym. I get plenty of this noise from the street where there is at least the cover story that it is from someone I cannot see, but today's unabashed noise insertion suggests more harassment without ostensible cause.
1935h
Back to the above mentioned wallet issue. As an aside, the perps have pulled off about 15 wallet thefts since I began to carry one some 40 years ago. In some situations they stole it from my jacket at work immediately following loading up on cash at the ATM. This was at my worksite, and I never left the area except for a 3 minute visitation to the washroom, and yet it was mysteriously gone. I could never figure out how someone could of followed me and then somehow loitered unseen in an office building ready to pounce at the one free moment. But as I have had many other wallet thefts and "misplacings" where it could not be found, it all makes sense when one understands that objects can be manipulated and dematerialized from a distance. Or, alternately, one's mental faculties can be readily dithered to "lose" it somehow.
When I walk to the gym and yoga I wear my track pants, with the wallet in a zippered front pocket. Invariably I take it out and lock it up or have it within my sight so the wallet isn't flopping around as I work out. I would imagine that the perps' fascination with my wallet, its contents, and the colors and materials of all contained objects extends to having it elsewhere than my right back pocket, and this "alternative" suits them fine, as they haven't stolen it since 2004. In the latter instance, someone phoned me some 6 months later and claimed to have found it in the bush, without the money of course. That one probably cost me $200. This serves only as a record of the perps' fixation with my wallet, and hopefully as a warning to all TI's that they could have theirs stolen to facilitate the perps' research agenda.
2300h
I spent some time looking at Infra Red (IR) cameras and sensors. This has been a perps sponsored "interest" since the harassment began, and I supect that it serves their needs more than mine. (The remote TV control sends and IR beam, and lo, if about 80% of the time my parents don't walk in front of the TV immediately before or after I use the remote control). This interest in IR began because I read that the US Homeland Security (keeping residents in maybe?) has put out a ban on mere mortals acquiring IR cameras, per this link from Earthfiles. It could all be made up to instignate my "interest", but I would not be surprised. Some of my photography has picked up some interesting anomalies, but I never could get into IR sensitive film as the perps had damaged my film camera by then. That might be all academic as it appears that Kodak is not making IR sensitive film any more.
Time to call this day done, and ponder tonight's tossing and turning imposition. Last night, the perps kept me up for an hour before allowing sleep, plying me with noise from outside and then flipping my head to each side countless times.
Today I went down the ATM and deposited some cash I had acquired, legally. It was a yellow colored check, 20's (green with embedded holographic strip) and a 50 (orange with a holographic strip). Not a big deal, but as the perps manage me for my wallet contents extensively and everything for its color and proximity, it was a big deal for them. Then I was off to the LD store to supply a new prescription (white paper, kept in my wallet), and lo, if the doctor hadn't pulled his practice (seemingly) and all his Rx's are invalid. Somehow, the pharmacist knew this without even looking it up. And of course I was mind-fucked into buying this bullshit and of course no alternatives were availible. (Like phoning the replacement doctor and have the pharmacy fax the original Rx to them for the new doctor's signature). It is amazing how many impasses get "arranged" like this where there is no suggestions to aid the (orchestrated) "problem", and no alternatives "come to mind". And lo, if they didn't screw my recall around and have me think the pharmacy retained the Rx when they gave it back to me. I once called those fundamental mistakes of recall "brain vapor lock", but now I know it is a managed situation, courtesy of my mind-keepers and their games.
After all that excitement over reducing the bills in my wallet, the perps had me go out again to buy a hot cooked chicken, and make two outside excursions when one comprehensive trip would of sufficed. I don't get the luxury of being efficient or thoughtful about planning my activities. This is also a big gangstalk event, and the cummulative summary of the notable freakshow gangstalkers drawn from the Unfavored demographic groups was:
- red hatted ambulatory gangstalkers,
- a lead-ahead gangstalker 15' in front of me with an avocado green jacket pulling a180 degree about face stunt,
- placing five commercial trucks and/or tractor units in a cluster and plugging the entire street with them, including a tractor trailer in the center of the road,
- the split pair vagrant dudes gangstalk move,
- the split pair policemen at the inside entrance of the apartment building,
- the big hatted middle aged geriatric dudes (>4),
- the carved faced black dressed vagrant pacing back and forth,
- his counter (opposite) pacing Asian dude in the same colored clothes, same store area,
- the geriatric standing around the jam area of the grocery store with a shopping cart over five minutes, doing nothing but "looking" (looking fucking stupid),
- the cell phoning dude in place beside the Cling Wrap, a notorious perp harassment object, when I was to get some,
- geriatrics standing around me in the lineup at the pharmacy,
- the geriatrics standing around me at the chicken counter, shopping basket placed on the floor,
- and the rest of the weirds that collect around me, then I was done.
I had five 100g chocolate bars in my shopping basket at the grocery store, and mysteriously none when I emptied my grocery bags at home. Nor was I charged for them, and I am allowed to recall that I put them on the checkout conveyor belt and "somehow" they got missed by the checkout cashier. Fucking bizarre. And many more gangstalkers are on their cell phones within 6' of me, sometimes one each side of me. I have never seen so many people on their cell phones of late, and especially at street corners, or else as a sentry job. A blonde woman did a mid-sidewalk "stand there" stunt with her cell phone while another gangstalker 10' further away, a brown skinned and brown coated female was 10' away, also doing a "just stand there" stunt in mid sidewalk. The arrangement that I was walking toward the blonde who was closest, and then the browner, or perhaps in my cynical code, the double browner (Asian woman in brown coat) was standing there to have me pass between them while both were standing still.
1725h
I went to my gym class and back, a 30 minute walk each way, and the usual 500 to 1,000 gangstalking vehicles were arranged in color and vehicle style formations. I got a four freak foursome in my class, Mr. Ethnic Gut in yellow, Mr. New Bald in a burgundy sweater, Mr. Alkie, the seeming ex-alcoholic look of being exceptionally thin and drawn and Fat Boy who "happened" to arrive behind me one block away and tail me inside. He must of been teleported as it was very windy and he was on plastic bag duty, carrying one that somehow got within 4' before I heard the bag flapping. This is nothing new to have assholes arrive on my tail from nowhere, inside or outside. They all "happened" to converge on me when I was in the change room, attempting to get the fuck out of there, having been gangstalked the entire time, though not as bad as some times. No one was planted beside me doing nothing but look around, an improvement of a kind.
The walk there and back was beset by my own "mini-wind", extra gales that are contained around me, and me alone. And that wasn't enough, as they then scripted blowing rain around me too, even if there was none falling on the incessant vehicles that were passing by. As an added measure, there were significant wet patches of sidewalk that the perps kept wet all day, while elsewhere was dry. They put a rain on first thing this morning before I set off, and that was the putative "cause" for wet patches even if there had been sun and wind since then. After seeing so many of the tricks that go down, I don't believe much of what I see has a conventional basis for happening.
The ambulatory gangstalkers on the street were place to come out of a shaded lighting condition as they were within 8' of approaching me. This was so consistent that it doesn't surprise me, especially the games that go on with manipulation of lighting, vehicle and skin tone colors. My native Indian woman vagrant act was in place again when coming back, bumming from stopped vehicles at the traffic control. After having brown colored jackets twice last week, she was in a grey coat today. Only in perpland do the seeming vagrants go through three coat changes in a week.
I had a party of 30 Asian women "happening" to be walking altogether on the sidewalk pass me by. The seemed to have been let off the bus at a bus stop and then filed toward me, crossing paths at a sidewalk (concrete) street (ashspalt) interface. Regular readers will know how beserk the perps are about studying me with respect to these materials, so having a swarm at this location does not surprise me. And it was no surprise there was a surfeit of Asian women at the gym when I got there, even monopolizing the usual equipment I work out on.
And I was the recipient of a new harassment method; whistling that seemed to come from a close source, say 15' or less, and yet there was no one there to at least pretend to be doing so. This is radical departure from the perp's usual extra-conventional harassment games, as they have rarely gone public with such a blatant stunt. It happened twice while I was walking back from the gym. I get plenty of this noise from the street where there is at least the cover story that it is from someone I cannot see, but today's unabashed noise insertion suggests more harassment without ostensible cause.
1935h
Back to the above mentioned wallet issue. As an aside, the perps have pulled off about 15 wallet thefts since I began to carry one some 40 years ago. In some situations they stole it from my jacket at work immediately following loading up on cash at the ATM. This was at my worksite, and I never left the area except for a 3 minute visitation to the washroom, and yet it was mysteriously gone. I could never figure out how someone could of followed me and then somehow loitered unseen in an office building ready to pounce at the one free moment. But as I have had many other wallet thefts and "misplacings" where it could not be found, it all makes sense when one understands that objects can be manipulated and dematerialized from a distance. Or, alternately, one's mental faculties can be readily dithered to "lose" it somehow.
When I walk to the gym and yoga I wear my track pants, with the wallet in a zippered front pocket. Invariably I take it out and lock it up or have it within my sight so the wallet isn't flopping around as I work out. I would imagine that the perps' fascination with my wallet, its contents, and the colors and materials of all contained objects extends to having it elsewhere than my right back pocket, and this "alternative" suits them fine, as they haven't stolen it since 2004. In the latter instance, someone phoned me some 6 months later and claimed to have found it in the bush, without the money of course. That one probably cost me $200. This serves only as a record of the perps' fixation with my wallet, and hopefully as a warning to all TI's that they could have theirs stolen to facilitate the perps' research agenda.
2300h
I spent some time looking at Infra Red (IR) cameras and sensors. This has been a perps sponsored "interest" since the harassment began, and I supect that it serves their needs more than mine. (The remote TV control sends and IR beam, and lo, if about 80% of the time my parents don't walk in front of the TV immediately before or after I use the remote control). This interest in IR began because I read that the US Homeland Security (keeping residents in maybe?) has put out a ban on mere mortals acquiring IR cameras, per this link from Earthfiles. It could all be made up to instignate my "interest", but I would not be surprised. Some of my photography has picked up some interesting anomalies, but I never could get into IR sensitive film as the perps had damaged my film camera by then. That might be all academic as it appears that Kodak is not making IR sensitive film any more.
Time to call this day done, and ponder tonight's tossing and turning imposition. Last night, the perps kept me up for an hour before allowing sleep, plying me with noise from outside and then flipping my head to each side countless times.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Hyperactive Ceiling Pounding & Rumbling
1220h
This stunt of somehow pounding and rumbling the overhead ceiling of at least 8" of concrete has begun early today. Normally it is a late afternoon or evening time perp behavior (read, harassment method), but it has gone hyperactive while I am reading science news websites. What appears to set this off is my thoughts related to the news item I am reading and my thought association with the current harassment and mind-control games. It is mildly entertaining to read about the latest quantum energy or human brain research results when the perps have been doing this operationally for years. I am sure that my mind-minders are accutely aware of all this and arrange the stories and their headlines accordingly.
It was a Chicken Run today, meaning the once every two weeks or so that I go to the grocery store and purchase hot cooked chicken. In keeping with the perps interest on left side and right side gangstalking games, there were only half chickens availible. I also thought it interesting that the perps ensured my in-town brother and I each ate one turkey leg from the same bird over Christmas. So there is a good chance that someone in my family is eating the other half of this chicken, or, perhaps the cooked chicken my mother gave me earlier this week is from that same bird. Now that the tapping "neighbor" noise has begun, it is time to end this blogging session and come back later.
1400h
Outside clanging and clunking has subsumed the overhead pounding noise. I appears to come from the excavators that are in view, and I will pull some pictures in to show what is up.
I did some more research on the green colored PVC pipe, and indeed, that color seems to be the agreed pipe for sanitary sewers. A rough estimate of 800' of new sewer pipe will have been laid, some 30" in diameter. It covers one entire city block so far, plus a reworked uncontrolled intersection which has been dug up and re-bedded with 12" of concrete over which the gravel is packed. As the perps have a continuing obsession with all things brown colored, and with all things related to excrement, including their toilet games I experience firsthand, I can only assume this new PVC sewer line is all in service to aid them in their research on this odious topic. I have mentioned that they seemingly put up two highrise buildings in Seattle next to my work and residence, so it would not be out of order for them to pull a four to six month sewerline project in my neighborhood. And also, the perps put on a block long excavation at my last residence location, though I cannot recall what service it was for.
This is just for a record of the street digging progress in my neighborhood, more for the following pictures. There is nothing too odd or unusual here, save the vagrant shopping cart act, though he is sitting on the adjacent bicycle in front of the white trades van. It was taken 01-07-2008.
Eight white vehicles in various orientations, plus one silver grey pickup behind the moving truck, a black colored vehicle in front of the moving (truck), and a red and blue sample vehicles at the head of the parked file of four white vehicles on furthest side of the street. That makes it 8/12 white colored vehicles in this picture; just another day of games.
A view from my apartment of the recent digging and new sewer line. The pipes are a turquoise green, and the two truck cabs plus one sedan's roof are the nearly same color as the PVC pipe. If one zooms into the location of the closest group of PVC pipe, one will find the perennial shopping cart vagrant act, something that dogs me nearly every time I go outside. This was taken 01-09-2006.
This is today's (01-11-2008) diggings; the lights from the excavators are on, and I don't think they need them except to direct light at me, something that goes on with parked vehicles all the time. Also note the proverbial shopping cart vagrant act on the sidewalk at the left.
Three pictures on three different days, and a vagrant shopping cart act in each one. I never knew I could be so consistent in getting such a feature to "show up" and demonstrate its ubiquity everywhere I go or even look.
1915h
And continuing noise parade has been going on for the last 30 minutes; loud mufflered vehicles, "performance" mufflers, faked buses (unconvincing noise and frequency) and loud motorcycles. This has been happening while I read about abductee's complaints to the US government getting nowhere, and the authorship of an email to the TI group. Now a siren show has started up.
2100h
Back into my retreat of listening to music; which maybe the culmination of the preceding noisestalking, getting me "ready" for placing headphones on, magnets at my ears. And the perps do value close-in magnetic energies being placed around me, hence the constant masers and plasma beams.
The headphones alternately creak, left side then right side, anytime I am forced to scratch my ears, cheek or eye due to imposed itches.
01-12-2008
1500h
Screwed again; I had every intention to post this last night but an imposed (forced) "forget" was applied.
This stunt of somehow pounding and rumbling the overhead ceiling of at least 8" of concrete has begun early today. Normally it is a late afternoon or evening time perp behavior (read, harassment method), but it has gone hyperactive while I am reading science news websites. What appears to set this off is my thoughts related to the news item I am reading and my thought association with the current harassment and mind-control games. It is mildly entertaining to read about the latest quantum energy or human brain research results when the perps have been doing this operationally for years. I am sure that my mind-minders are accutely aware of all this and arrange the stories and their headlines accordingly.
It was a Chicken Run today, meaning the once every two weeks or so that I go to the grocery store and purchase hot cooked chicken. In keeping with the perps interest on left side and right side gangstalking games, there were only half chickens availible. I also thought it interesting that the perps ensured my in-town brother and I each ate one turkey leg from the same bird over Christmas. So there is a good chance that someone in my family is eating the other half of this chicken, or, perhaps the cooked chicken my mother gave me earlier this week is from that same bird. Now that the tapping "neighbor" noise has begun, it is time to end this blogging session and come back later.
1400h
Outside clanging and clunking has subsumed the overhead pounding noise. I appears to come from the excavators that are in view, and I will pull some pictures in to show what is up.
I did some more research on the green colored PVC pipe, and indeed, that color seems to be the agreed pipe for sanitary sewers. A rough estimate of 800' of new sewer pipe will have been laid, some 30" in diameter. It covers one entire city block so far, plus a reworked uncontrolled intersection which has been dug up and re-bedded with 12" of concrete over which the gravel is packed. As the perps have a continuing obsession with all things brown colored, and with all things related to excrement, including their toilet games I experience firsthand, I can only assume this new PVC sewer line is all in service to aid them in their research on this odious topic. I have mentioned that they seemingly put up two highrise buildings in Seattle next to my work and residence, so it would not be out of order for them to pull a four to six month sewerline project in my neighborhood. And also, the perps put on a block long excavation at my last residence location, though I cannot recall what service it was for.
This is just for a record of the street digging progress in my neighborhood, more for the following pictures. There is nothing too odd or unusual here, save the vagrant shopping cart act, though he is sitting on the adjacent bicycle in front of the white trades van. It was taken 01-07-2008.
Eight white vehicles in various orientations, plus one silver grey pickup behind the moving truck, a black colored vehicle in front of the moving (truck), and a red and blue sample vehicles at the head of the parked file of four white vehicles on furthest side of the street. That makes it 8/12 white colored vehicles in this picture; just another day of games.
A view from my apartment of the recent digging and new sewer line. The pipes are a turquoise green, and the two truck cabs plus one sedan's roof are the nearly same color as the PVC pipe. If one zooms into the location of the closest group of PVC pipe, one will find the perennial shopping cart vagrant act, something that dogs me nearly every time I go outside. This was taken 01-09-2006.
This is today's (01-11-2008) diggings; the lights from the excavators are on, and I don't think they need them except to direct light at me, something that goes on with parked vehicles all the time. Also note the proverbial shopping cart vagrant act on the sidewalk at the left.
Three pictures on three different days, and a vagrant shopping cart act in each one. I never knew I could be so consistent in getting such a feature to "show up" and demonstrate its ubiquity everywhere I go or even look.
1915h
And continuing noise parade has been going on for the last 30 minutes; loud mufflered vehicles, "performance" mufflers, faked buses (unconvincing noise and frequency) and loud motorcycles. This has been happening while I read about abductee's complaints to the US government getting nowhere, and the authorship of an email to the TI group. Now a siren show has started up.
2100h
Back into my retreat of listening to music; which maybe the culmination of the preceding noisestalking, getting me "ready" for placing headphones on, magnets at my ears. And the perps do value close-in magnetic energies being placed around me, hence the constant masers and plasma beams.
The headphones alternately creak, left side then right side, anytime I am forced to scratch my ears, cheek or eye due to imposed itches.
01-12-2008
1500h
Screwed again; I had every intention to post this last night but an imposed (forced) "forget" was applied.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)