06-14-2020
Some intensive rain over the past two days has given me a little time to put a posting together. That is, the weather has become problematic for getting vineyard work done.
I got my iron IV last week, and another tomorrow, and feel better with the first one. Of course, if any substance has a consistent and immediate effect of feeling better, (i.e. dopamine releasing agent) it won't be allowed. But hey, I am officially anemic, and sitting in a doctor's office with one of those smelly masks on for two hours is not "immediate" in my book. Besides, it took a few days to feel better. Which begs the question as to how often I need to do this, but I leave that to the doctor. The same treatment in December didn't seem to do much, so we shall see.
In my TI World I didn't notice any kind of immediate change to the harassment scene after my iron IV, so maybe it is one of those background things they like to manipulate, perhaps with all their benchmark measurements. The masers and plasma displays have been very much in force, as they have been for three months. I routinely have at least one or two black blobs passing through my vision, often following my reading focus.(And they aren't "floaters" either, as these same masers have an amazing quality of coming off other objects or personnel). One stunt the Psychopaths put on was to add a olive green maser blob that adjoined a whitish flake (a possible flower fragment) on my windshield. This had the immediate effect of making it look like a bird shit strike momentarily, until I realized that it was their addition to an extant object. Very clever, and note, that kind of fuckery for a second or two of misidentifying something is utterly routine for them. In fact, any kind of momentary mistake in identifying anything, say, male from female (or vice versa), is just their thing. And to think, now over 18 years of this relentless juvenile inanity and considerably greater other abuses. It is called Hell On Earth for no reason other than having the genetic makeup that suits their human nonconsensual human experimentation needs, whatever they are.
Other fuckery that seems to have escalated in the past few months is to apply a point pain to my foot (knee too sometimes), usually when I have just gone to bed. Often in my L big toe, but sometimes passing through my heel. Annoying and moderately painful, but I can often block the pain by placing my other foot over the pain location, though they often can circumvent this somehow. But it is always defeatable if I move my foot around fast enough, though that doesn't help me get to sleep. Though, with the long running battle with them as to when I get to sleep, and how much, it is they who decide my sleep regimen, so foiling their fuckery isn't going to change that. As to whether this is some kind of beam passing through, or whether they can create a point pain source from inside my foot, I don't know. I haven't seen any beams coming in and passing through my foot, though they could use nonvisible wavelengths of some kind of EMR.
Another technology take-out last weekend, a three-fer in 24 hours. (A four-fer if you include the headphones, read below). The cell phone checked itself out after it couldn't find the network, timed so I couldn't call my daughter on ther 30th birthday. Well done assholes
Then this PC's monitor "somehow" crashed while cleaning it (no dripping cleaner or such), and three days later I find the AC plug had "somehow" fell out when it is a very tight fit. Then the new Micro Form Factor (MFF) backup PC would not display, going from a Display Port to a Display Port cord (no conversion plugs). I was left with the PC I want to get rid of, as it only boots up about half the time. It used a different monitor, the same one the MFF ported to. Go figure. The MFF PC is back at the shop, this one is running fine since the discovery of the dropped AC cord, and the cell phone got fixed by the network company by them switching "airplane mode" (ridiculous name) on and off. How fucking lame is that? And only the PC that worked in all of this tech-takedown, has audio is only accessible by headphones. And what did they do to them? Why, they broke the plastic gimbel mount to make them nearly unwearable, and more importantly for them (it seems), to make them asymmetric in form.
The new noise cancelling headphones (purchased a few weeks ago) still have some of the road noise outside the vineyard where I work getting through the noise cancelling feature. Given the intense fuckery over me wearing headphones, I wasn't too surprised. It did take a week to get the headphones to play nice, that is, have a consistent behavior. That was accomplished by re-booting them every day. I just don't get it; if you have a four modalities of noise cancelling, then why cannot the user be allowed to know which one is operative? No sir, we cannot have a four position slider switch (too obvious), but we will supply you with a voice over (in the headphones) from this British accented woman to tell you (nicely, thankfully), but then again, this "feature" only works sometimes unless I re-boot it FFS.
Add in the recent persistent wet weather, including thunderstorms, headphone wearing while performing vineyard work became infrequent, so I got to listen to the road noise at full volume. Again, not a surprise, as they like to do "back and forths", comparisons. Progression (of reducing noise or any other regular orchestrated affront) isn't allowed, unless punctuated by many events of regression. Which is why new things don't seem to work at first, and very often they just unabashedly sabotage it, which curiously incrementally relents after a few days. I suspect noise-stalking and various related exercises in headphone fuckery are for the purpose of mapping brain region's energy in real time, my suspicion after 18 years of various noise fuckery/stalking at very predictable junctures and location types.
Above thunderstorm was a totally new weather pattern I have never seen before. There was a cold and wet system coming in, and it came on as rain, predictably enough. Then while raining, a thunderstorm came on, causing me to vacate the vineyard. Sure, there are thunderstorms in this region, especially when it gets hot. But to have a thunderstorm piggyback on a cool and wet system was something totally new.
The gangstalking games continue, though always at a muted level, and this "social distancing" thing with respect to the COVID-19 plandemic seems to instigate them needing to cruise by closer than they should be. They were all over my ass at LD when I was returning an item. That is, a financial transaction of a kind where I recieve money back from the store. More senseless stalking and fuckery over financial transactions. It was a total set up in the first place, as I had a conversion plug for converting DVI to HDMI and somehow "forgot" to look in my collection of connectors.
A new vehicular stunt that has erupted 3x in the past two days is Fuckwits just plain stopping when they should be proceeding. While traversing The Bennett Bridge in Kelowna yesterday, this black late model Mercedes SUV just plain stopped one vehicle ahead of me in mid span for no reason whatsoever, not even deploying his 4 way flashers. Then in town today, this Fuckwit ahead of me brakes for a green traffic light, and then stops while still green. I sounded the horn and they proceeded normally, not even putting on the feint of seeming lost. On the way home a variant of this, this Fuckwit ahead of me pulls to the curb with no signal and is traveling close to normal speed, curb crawling for two blocks. I apply acceleration to get past this outrageous stupidity. In each case, black vehicles doing these stunts. Stopping for green traffic control lights is also new to me, though I have seen plenty of dithering in the same circumstances. Curb crawling with vehicles is infrequent, but to have a Fuckwit travel two blocks in this mode at near normal average speed is utterly berserk.
Calling this one done and splitting my opus in two.
Showing posts with label vehicular spectacles. Show all posts
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Tuesday, June 16, 2020
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Post Yoga Inclement Weather
06-23-2014
Sunny all day, and some more leg tanning, which seems to "happen" on yoga days of late. About 10 students in the class, and the other male, who I had not seen there, goes to the exact same location as do the other two males who seem to rotate, never two at once. Like WTF; how did he seem to know it was the spot (15', behind the central pillar) the other males regularly use? Go figure.
06-24-2014
Tuesday, one day after yoga, and the perps pulled a good one; all (work) day rain for someone working in a vineyard. But that wasn't enough by any means. The had me "forget" my gumboots, so my feet were soaked all day. And I got totally mindfucked into not putting on my rain pants (which I had), so I got soaked all the more. The owners offer their black rain gear and I accept, wearing it for the afternoon. At the end of the work day (1500h) the rain stops, and I wear my shorts which are not soaking wet. I do two hours of extra work at this other vineyard and the weather is just fine for what I was wearing.
06-25-2014
Again, tucking at the vineyard, and the gas (CO2) delivery truck comes and backs in. I ask him if he is going to pick up the three gas cylinders there, but no, he says, he is here to drop a new one off. OK, I say, as I am not the only one who uses the CO2. He drops off the cylinder and does a whole lot more clunking around, and eventually drives up and finds me to sign for reciept. He makes a comment about how nice it is to listen to music out in the sunshine. I say it isn't quite like that, as the boss is on my ass to get more rows done each day. He says, no kidding, I got a computer in my truck that logs where I am and my speed etc. Then he continues on this rant, complaining it takes 15 min. to get a coffee at a certain drive-in coffee shop chain. And while in mid rant, some of his spittle flys out of his mouth and lands on my cheek. Then he tells me that the three CO2 bottles that were there were empty, and I say that is fine, as I wasn't sure because I don't handle the gas cylinders often enough to know if they were empty. (I use the pressure gauge when it is installed, which it wasn't). Anyhow, since all this intense abuse began in 04-2002, I now know how spittle manages to self eject from one's mouth and land in embarassing circumstances. Usually it is my spittle, but this time I was the landing site. It is all about getting a mouth energy reading while speaking I have come to conclude.
About 10 minutes later my boss comes back from another part of the vineyard, not anywhere near the driveway where the above mentioned gas delivery guy was. She said she heard about it and that he picked up the empties as well. Like WTF; how did she know when she was not either a witness to the delivery/drop off, but in a remote corner of the vineyard? I have given up on these momentary mysteries, and conclude that she heard from the Perp Harassment Net that all those I interact seem to be on. Ever notice how often they look up, and past the TI?
06-26-2014
Tucking vines again, then to the extra job, then more tucking. Then the rain comes on when I was ready to start a fourth row. I leave early, and lo, a massive vehicular gangstalk (30 vehicles at 1800h in a small town) on the way home, taking a detour route as the high school graduation event had blocked my usual route.
When I get back I see the landlord has got someone to finish their plaster job of the plywood covered opening in the wall that should of been done last year when he removed the air conditioner and put in a heat pump unit. Then while cooking dinner I discover that there is plaster crumbs and dust on my dining table, which means the landlord must of been in here without my permission. So... after a screaming fit, as this is the second time I have had a "plaster attack" in a year at this place, I cleaned it up with the vacuum cleaner; the table, the carpet underneath - and who is it I know who loves to make mess, dust, and have vaccuum cleaners in my midst?
06-27-2014
More inclement weather, raining most of the day with some unnoticed stoppage because the vine foliage was so wet. And just when I wanted to get to my next job, why, it began to rain again. I drove to the job site, still raining, and got a text message eventually to cancel work. By then I had re-dressed into my rain gear and gumboots. If I didn't have a bank stop on the way home, I would of driven in my rain gear. So.. I took it off but kept my gumboots for driving, and stopped at the bank. As regular readers will know, any kind of financial transaction event is a gangstalk/harassment event, and all the more in unusual foot wear. True enough, they screwed me out of the bank parking, and so I went around the corner to the street, and lo, if a white sedan wasn't leaving a stall next to the bank, and so I waited for them to vacate it, and I moved in within 10 seconds or less. The bum and fat boy was there as one loathsome entity in the lobby doing back and forths behind me, pretending to be confused. A faux bum on his cell phone was leaning against a building wall, and was still there when I returned to my vehicle. A few others coursed by for this simple check deposit, and I was out of there soon enough.
Job productivity is another favorite perp theme they constantly arrange. I tuck vines into rows, and it seems that it goes so slow sometimes, and when I think I should have three rows done before break (3x 1 hour each), why, I only got two done. I seem to be going quickly, and I have no idea why such work takes so much time. Late in the day, I had 45 minutes left, and a new row; I swore I would never get it done (based on the previous production rate in the day), but started anyhow, and lo, if I didn't get it all tucked. So why is it that comparable rows take 1.5 hours each, and then later, only 45 min.? I don't know, but the perps pull these production rate protractions (mostly) and a few production rate increases games all the time. Back in my team swimming days of 1989 to 1999, I could never figure out why everyone else got dressed so much faster than I when I applied myself to the same endeavor with no interruptions or dallying. They weren't visible to me, in the next aisle with the through traffic, but it was one of those imponderables I could never figure out. Not until this abuse started up, and I rewrote my life's events in a covert harassment and arrangement context could I get to understand. What is it that so attracts the perps to production rate numbers as well altering the events and ongoing time perception that goes with such activity. Don't know.
06-28-2014
Saturday, and the usual start is to visit the laundromat, and do my regular duty of two loads, one of cottons, the other with synthetic fabric garments. The former gets put in the dryer, the latter comes back and is air dried on two racks I have. At this time of year it is put outside, but of course that is governed by the weather. Until today, it was one or the other. But today, the perps decided that they wanted some of each, so at first it looked promising to be dried outside, but later, dark threatening clouds rolled in and I took the racks of clothes inside to finish drying.
A full leg wax today, from a woman with almost red hair, a sort of reddish brown. I suppose if the perps want to test me for abreactions over red hair, and have been at it for 12 years of sustained abuse, they just might try differing shades of almost red hair. Anyhow, she was good to chat with, and topics from aliens, free energy, conspiracy theory, the state of high school teaching, and the like kept me talking while she ripped hairs from my hide. Though later, once I got home, I found she "forgot" a 3" wide strip of hairs running mid thigh to mid calf. How does one miss that much hair? I don't know, but the supervision at this spa training school is decidedly slack since the last supervisor, as she was totally on top of what the students were doing. The regions left unwaxed by the last student were cleaned up, and later I waxed this "forgotten" hair at my place.
As usual, total pandemonium once I got out of the spa salon, as in gangstalking. A young woman in a turquoise gown pacing on the sidewalk some 50' away looked decidedly out of place even if she was on her cell phone. At one point she turned her back to me and her white brassiere was plainly evident. Not that I know much about the contingencies of wearing gowns and how to best hide undergarments etc. but it looked a bit trashy. Then a parade of at least 10 vehicles passing by blocked my exit from the parking lot for a time, and some 60' away, a four way stop was slowing traffic in all directions, including one ditz who couldn't get through as the lane was occupied. Yet more E-W traffic at my next stop, and ever more vehicls backed up. All for a four minute drive back to my place, with lunch yet to be eaten (1250h). I must have some special energetic properties after waxing or hair plucking, and I suppose the multi-color vehicle show somehow feeds into that. The perps like to put on extra gangstalking anytime they can extend my meal times.
Then onto my second job, tucking vines at a vineyard. Some four hours of it, and nice to be left alone, though the road noise was extra loud and the HD motorcycles were out in force. This would be the first time that I would of done vineyard work following a leg waxing (hair pulling), and I suppose it was a big deal for the perps for whatever reason.
06-29-2014
Sunday, and one spent mostly on this part time vineyard job, doing tucking. That is, arranging the shoots to be between three pairs of parallel trellis wires so they grow straight up in the space between the posts. Its tedious, and each row takes about 40 minutes. Again, heavy on the road noise and HD motorcycles with some added loathsome noise of 4 wheel drive buggies of the neighbors. Don't people get their mufflers fixed anymore?
Mostly overcast, though later it was bright enough to wear shorts, the ones that roll up at the hems and become more like swim trunks. The usual cavalcade of vehicles around me when I departed; the post plant tending moments seem to be a big deal for the perps. As usual, extra noise whenever I come to the end of a row, and then turn around to tuck the opposite side; just the usual vehicle noise of many kinds (per above) plus barking dogs, overheadaircraft etc.
And three stops on the way home to finish up the weekend's shopping list. At LD I got jerked with another fake sale, where three items for one low price didn't apply, after I was sent to the aisles to retrieve the sale notice tags. It turned out it applied to a different size, even if the size I had was plastered with these sales tags. I swore I would never go for these jerkaround sales again, and lo, I got screwed for it. All to send me elsewhere while my items were bagged and another gangstalker got through the checkout in my temporary absence. Then the Fat Girl cashier voided the sale and then retrieved all the items from the bag and ran them through again. And how many times must a man suffer hi-jinx whenever he engages in a financial transaction? Some day I will ask the bard himself, and I am sure he knows the answer, and no, it is not blowing in the wind.
Outside of LD this 60 y.o. male was standing in the parking lot, looking around like he was lost. Then he leads ahead of me and goes right past my vehicle and eventually goes to his black Ford Escort 60' away. Fine, I get these stand-around male stalkers often, seeming to be utterly stunned and not have any legitimate reason to be standing there. I drive around to the other end of the mall, go to a tea shop that had gamed me with its early closures, and lo, if there wasn't a punkish wierdo there with his girlfriend. I give them a wide berth, and eventually the sales assistant leaves them and attends to me, sucking me in to cross over where this pair was standing. Anyhow, I get the tea, and then just before the sales assistant draws me over to the other till, why, this pair splits apart and I am obliged to pass between them. I pay cash, get my change, and lo, if the male isn't displaying an arm full of horribly vivid tattoos on his entire right arm. Like WTF; wierd hair, then the split couple gangstalk, and then the tattoos; why cannot I be left the fuck alone? And to finish it off, the sales assistant gives me this overly gracious faux smile. I say thanks, and I am out of there.
But that wasn't it, I to to the mall exit and lo, if my parking lot male stalker (per above 60 y.o.) isn't standing there in front of the "Out" door jabbering with a fat woman one on each side of the pressure sensitive mat that opens or closes the door. I take an alternate door and pass by this asshole who shuffles his feet to make it look like he was going to back into me, but didn't. Like WTF; he tails me between one end of the mall (driving through the parking lots), and then does his "Cheersing" stalk/jabber while blocking egress to the automatic "Out" door. Why is it that the people of Penticton are so strange that they block mall entrances/exits while pretending to be oblivious that it is the dumbest place to have a conversation? The usual answer I have is that they are strange, or are being jerked with my someone who is strange. Take your pick.
Sunny all day, and some more leg tanning, which seems to "happen" on yoga days of late. About 10 students in the class, and the other male, who I had not seen there, goes to the exact same location as do the other two males who seem to rotate, never two at once. Like WTF; how did he seem to know it was the spot (15', behind the central pillar) the other males regularly use? Go figure.
06-24-2014
Tuesday, one day after yoga, and the perps pulled a good one; all (work) day rain for someone working in a vineyard. But that wasn't enough by any means. The had me "forget" my gumboots, so my feet were soaked all day. And I got totally mindfucked into not putting on my rain pants (which I had), so I got soaked all the more. The owners offer their black rain gear and I accept, wearing it for the afternoon. At the end of the work day (1500h) the rain stops, and I wear my shorts which are not soaking wet. I do two hours of extra work at this other vineyard and the weather is just fine for what I was wearing.
06-25-2014
Again, tucking at the vineyard, and the gas (CO2) delivery truck comes and backs in. I ask him if he is going to pick up the three gas cylinders there, but no, he says, he is here to drop a new one off. OK, I say, as I am not the only one who uses the CO2. He drops off the cylinder and does a whole lot more clunking around, and eventually drives up and finds me to sign for reciept. He makes a comment about how nice it is to listen to music out in the sunshine. I say it isn't quite like that, as the boss is on my ass to get more rows done each day. He says, no kidding, I got a computer in my truck that logs where I am and my speed etc. Then he continues on this rant, complaining it takes 15 min. to get a coffee at a certain drive-in coffee shop chain. And while in mid rant, some of his spittle flys out of his mouth and lands on my cheek. Then he tells me that the three CO2 bottles that were there were empty, and I say that is fine, as I wasn't sure because I don't handle the gas cylinders often enough to know if they were empty. (I use the pressure gauge when it is installed, which it wasn't). Anyhow, since all this intense abuse began in 04-2002, I now know how spittle manages to self eject from one's mouth and land in embarassing circumstances. Usually it is my spittle, but this time I was the landing site. It is all about getting a mouth energy reading while speaking I have come to conclude.
About 10 minutes later my boss comes back from another part of the vineyard, not anywhere near the driveway where the above mentioned gas delivery guy was. She said she heard about it and that he picked up the empties as well. Like WTF; how did she know when she was not either a witness to the delivery/drop off, but in a remote corner of the vineyard? I have given up on these momentary mysteries, and conclude that she heard from the Perp Harassment Net that all those I interact seem to be on. Ever notice how often they look up, and past the TI?
06-26-2014
Tucking vines again, then to the extra job, then more tucking. Then the rain comes on when I was ready to start a fourth row. I leave early, and lo, a massive vehicular gangstalk (30 vehicles at 1800h in a small town) on the way home, taking a detour route as the high school graduation event had blocked my usual route.
When I get back I see the landlord has got someone to finish their plaster job of the plywood covered opening in the wall that should of been done last year when he removed the air conditioner and put in a heat pump unit. Then while cooking dinner I discover that there is plaster crumbs and dust on my dining table, which means the landlord must of been in here without my permission. So... after a screaming fit, as this is the second time I have had a "plaster attack" in a year at this place, I cleaned it up with the vacuum cleaner; the table, the carpet underneath - and who is it I know who loves to make mess, dust, and have vaccuum cleaners in my midst?
06-27-2014
More inclement weather, raining most of the day with some unnoticed stoppage because the vine foliage was so wet. And just when I wanted to get to my next job, why, it began to rain again. I drove to the job site, still raining, and got a text message eventually to cancel work. By then I had re-dressed into my rain gear and gumboots. If I didn't have a bank stop on the way home, I would of driven in my rain gear. So.. I took it off but kept my gumboots for driving, and stopped at the bank. As regular readers will know, any kind of financial transaction event is a gangstalk/harassment event, and all the more in unusual foot wear. True enough, they screwed me out of the bank parking, and so I went around the corner to the street, and lo, if a white sedan wasn't leaving a stall next to the bank, and so I waited for them to vacate it, and I moved in within 10 seconds or less. The bum and fat boy was there as one loathsome entity in the lobby doing back and forths behind me, pretending to be confused. A faux bum on his cell phone was leaning against a building wall, and was still there when I returned to my vehicle. A few others coursed by for this simple check deposit, and I was out of there soon enough.
Job productivity is another favorite perp theme they constantly arrange. I tuck vines into rows, and it seems that it goes so slow sometimes, and when I think I should have three rows done before break (3x 1 hour each), why, I only got two done. I seem to be going quickly, and I have no idea why such work takes so much time. Late in the day, I had 45 minutes left, and a new row; I swore I would never get it done (based on the previous production rate in the day), but started anyhow, and lo, if I didn't get it all tucked. So why is it that comparable rows take 1.5 hours each, and then later, only 45 min.? I don't know, but the perps pull these production rate protractions (mostly) and a few production rate increases games all the time. Back in my team swimming days of 1989 to 1999, I could never figure out why everyone else got dressed so much faster than I when I applied myself to the same endeavor with no interruptions or dallying. They weren't visible to me, in the next aisle with the through traffic, but it was one of those imponderables I could never figure out. Not until this abuse started up, and I rewrote my life's events in a covert harassment and arrangement context could I get to understand. What is it that so attracts the perps to production rate numbers as well altering the events and ongoing time perception that goes with such activity. Don't know.
06-28-2014
Saturday, and the usual start is to visit the laundromat, and do my regular duty of two loads, one of cottons, the other with synthetic fabric garments. The former gets put in the dryer, the latter comes back and is air dried on two racks I have. At this time of year it is put outside, but of course that is governed by the weather. Until today, it was one or the other. But today, the perps decided that they wanted some of each, so at first it looked promising to be dried outside, but later, dark threatening clouds rolled in and I took the racks of clothes inside to finish drying.
A full leg wax today, from a woman with almost red hair, a sort of reddish brown. I suppose if the perps want to test me for abreactions over red hair, and have been at it for 12 years of sustained abuse, they just might try differing shades of almost red hair. Anyhow, she was good to chat with, and topics from aliens, free energy, conspiracy theory, the state of high school teaching, and the like kept me talking while she ripped hairs from my hide. Though later, once I got home, I found she "forgot" a 3" wide strip of hairs running mid thigh to mid calf. How does one miss that much hair? I don't know, but the supervision at this spa training school is decidedly slack since the last supervisor, as she was totally on top of what the students were doing. The regions left unwaxed by the last student were cleaned up, and later I waxed this "forgotten" hair at my place.
As usual, total pandemonium once I got out of the spa salon, as in gangstalking. A young woman in a turquoise gown pacing on the sidewalk some 50' away looked decidedly out of place even if she was on her cell phone. At one point she turned her back to me and her white brassiere was plainly evident. Not that I know much about the contingencies of wearing gowns and how to best hide undergarments etc. but it looked a bit trashy. Then a parade of at least 10 vehicles passing by blocked my exit from the parking lot for a time, and some 60' away, a four way stop was slowing traffic in all directions, including one ditz who couldn't get through as the lane was occupied. Yet more E-W traffic at my next stop, and ever more vehicls backed up. All for a four minute drive back to my place, with lunch yet to be eaten (1250h). I must have some special energetic properties after waxing or hair plucking, and I suppose the multi-color vehicle show somehow feeds into that. The perps like to put on extra gangstalking anytime they can extend my meal times.
Then onto my second job, tucking vines at a vineyard. Some four hours of it, and nice to be left alone, though the road noise was extra loud and the HD motorcycles were out in force. This would be the first time that I would of done vineyard work following a leg waxing (hair pulling), and I suppose it was a big deal for the perps for whatever reason.
06-29-2014
Sunday, and one spent mostly on this part time vineyard job, doing tucking. That is, arranging the shoots to be between three pairs of parallel trellis wires so they grow straight up in the space between the posts. Its tedious, and each row takes about 40 minutes. Again, heavy on the road noise and HD motorcycles with some added loathsome noise of 4 wheel drive buggies of the neighbors. Don't people get their mufflers fixed anymore?
Mostly overcast, though later it was bright enough to wear shorts, the ones that roll up at the hems and become more like swim trunks. The usual cavalcade of vehicles around me when I departed; the post plant tending moments seem to be a big deal for the perps. As usual, extra noise whenever I come to the end of a row, and then turn around to tuck the opposite side; just the usual vehicle noise of many kinds (per above) plus barking dogs, overheadaircraft etc.
And three stops on the way home to finish up the weekend's shopping list. At LD I got jerked with another fake sale, where three items for one low price didn't apply, after I was sent to the aisles to retrieve the sale notice tags. It turned out it applied to a different size, even if the size I had was plastered with these sales tags. I swore I would never go for these jerkaround sales again, and lo, I got screwed for it. All to send me elsewhere while my items were bagged and another gangstalker got through the checkout in my temporary absence. Then the Fat Girl cashier voided the sale and then retrieved all the items from the bag and ran them through again. And how many times must a man suffer hi-jinx whenever he engages in a financial transaction? Some day I will ask the bard himself, and I am sure he knows the answer, and no, it is not blowing in the wind.
Outside of LD this 60 y.o. male was standing in the parking lot, looking around like he was lost. Then he leads ahead of me and goes right past my vehicle and eventually goes to his black Ford Escort 60' away. Fine, I get these stand-around male stalkers often, seeming to be utterly stunned and not have any legitimate reason to be standing there. I drive around to the other end of the mall, go to a tea shop that had gamed me with its early closures, and lo, if there wasn't a punkish wierdo there with his girlfriend. I give them a wide berth, and eventually the sales assistant leaves them and attends to me, sucking me in to cross over where this pair was standing. Anyhow, I get the tea, and then just before the sales assistant draws me over to the other till, why, this pair splits apart and I am obliged to pass between them. I pay cash, get my change, and lo, if the male isn't displaying an arm full of horribly vivid tattoos on his entire right arm. Like WTF; wierd hair, then the split couple gangstalk, and then the tattoos; why cannot I be left the fuck alone? And to finish it off, the sales assistant gives me this overly gracious faux smile. I say thanks, and I am out of there.
But that wasn't it, I to to the mall exit and lo, if my parking lot male stalker (per above 60 y.o.) isn't standing there in front of the "Out" door jabbering with a fat woman one on each side of the pressure sensitive mat that opens or closes the door. I take an alternate door and pass by this asshole who shuffles his feet to make it look like he was going to back into me, but didn't. Like WTF; he tails me between one end of the mall (driving through the parking lots), and then does his "Cheersing" stalk/jabber while blocking egress to the automatic "Out" door. Why is it that the people of Penticton are so strange that they block mall entrances/exits while pretending to be oblivious that it is the dumbest place to have a conversation? The usual answer I have is that they are strange, or are being jerked with my someone who is strange. Take your pick.
Monday, May 20, 2013
One Hour Early
05-14-2013
I got royally screwed this morning. The perps controlled to alarm clock to ring one hour early, though it was a different ring, as it sounded only once. I got up, did all the morning time things like breakfast, showering, shaving etc. and set off to work. Only when I was 1 km away after a 20min. drive was I allowed to know that I was headed for work at 0600h, and not my usual 0700h. So... I turn around and hang out on the web for 20 minutes, looking up towable pallets, ones that can be moved on wheels on rough surface.
This notion of getting a towable pallet has has been planted in mind due to the cooler container being 200' away from the winery, and it is a packed surface, but not one that can be used with a pallet jack. (Or maybe not the one I am familiar with). The boss hasn't exactly been too interested in the concept, but keeping maturing wine and fermentations cool enough is very important. He agrees, and fobs me off with "we will do what we can". Like WTF; if you are in the commercial wine business, show some basic grasp of the business and act on it, instead of dishing out hoary evasions. What is that line about vision exceeding one's grasp?
05-15-2013
I got plenty of attention from the two males in the vineyard today, as in gangstalking (or pointless parading and emulating). This was at about 1000h when I put on sun block , a long time perp study objective, at my break time and just when the sun had come out and I was kneeling at the vines to prune out the canes that were not laid down on the trellis wire. One passes by for no seeming reason, and that "happened" to be to get the other so both could pass by from the opposite direction. The went and had a confab at the house for a while, one sitting in the same chair I had been sitting in only a few minutes before. (And where I applied the sun block lotions).
Sun block lotion, as well as shade and sunny areas are a constant perp study fixation. Most of my farm-worker colleagues who were participating would put on their sun block lotion at 0800h or so, while I put it on at the first break at 1000h. I have mentioned a past event in 2008 where I had my shirt off in the back of a farm field for maybe five minutes, and then the sun going behind a cloud suddenly and the air got cool to force me to put my shirt on again. My shirt wasn't on for a half minute when five different parties descended on me and the proximate area. All were doing their regular job, e.g. foreman, crates delivery truck etc., but it demonstrated to me the sub-second choreography that can also be timed to atmospheric conditions and the temperature of the air.
I told the vineyard owner he will be in the vinegar business if he does get on with getting his reefer running with the Acerbactor spoilage on 900L of cider I made for him. That seemed to motivate him into putting it on. He said he would do it two days ago and didn't. It is most strange to me how someone can profess to be driven to enter the commercial winemaking business and be so slack about attending to getting on with vital tasks. Naturally, he hasn't trained me on starting it up and the generator too, so he is the point man on keeping his cider cool. The problem is that it is in a IBC pallet tank which has a high surface area to volume. I sparge it with CO2 each time I open it up, but that hasn't helped. The owner has allowed about 4 drums of apple juice to self-ferment, so his track record isn't inspiring to say the least.
05-16-2013
I was pruning vines most of the day, so it is interesting to note when the noise games start. In the winter the vines are pruned to four canes (long shoots), and while still dormant, the vines are laid down on horizontal trellis wires, two per plant, one each side of the trunk. But it seems that the former crew missed a few, and so I take an upright vine, a spare until cutworm season is over, and lay it down on the trellis wire. In the upright position the leaves are mostly horizontal, so when I lie the upright cane down on the wire, the leaves are angled vertically, though this will change inside a day or so as the plant will adapt its leaf orientation to the light source. It is the transition of these canes from vertical to horizontal that brings on associated extra noise; trucks, motorbikes, aircraft, hot-rod muffler noise etc. This would be noisestalking in my parlance, an flurry of noise from external sources for consistent actions on my part. But what I find interesting is that crop circle formations often have the upright (grain/grass usually) stalks turned in differing directions. So it would seem there is some intrinsic energetic plant response to its gravitation and solar source change that the perps are attempting to detect by remote means. I don't mean to sound conflationalist, but it seems so many themes related to aliens or conventional organizations cross this experiment for which I find myself the nonconsensual subject for. And no one in my family has filled me in on what happened to me from age 2 y.o. to 5 y.o., as nearly all memories have been deleted. And my recall should of been exceptionally vivid, returning to Montreal two years after the first stay, an academic year duration (8 months). You know the rest of this gripe.
05-17-2013
Fridays are the day of the week I usually start a new razor insert to shave with, and that will bring on all manner of crazy perp silliness. About 30% more vehicular gangstalk traffic at 0630h, and a few more brown colored vehicles among the regular phalanx of grayscale colors, white, silver grey, mid-greys and blacks. And major silliness in the parking lot outside this motel suite with a monster pickup parked across two stalls beside my own. And the " rigour" mud splatter too to then join the mini-van beside me with its new-found mudsplatter, identical light brown. Said mini-van has been parked in the same stall for two weeks, and somehow, in the evening gets a light spray of the same mud as the monster pickup. Go figure, as to how this happened/erupted.
And more noise at the aforementioned event of laying down a vine cane that was growing vertical. The aircraft noise has joined the noisestalk fray for this momentous event, as did the dirt-bike noise, and a string-trimmer. The adjacent farm had a very loud sneezing act going on, though I cannot recall what the simultaneous event was. The vehicular hot-rod noise continued; this one navy blue pickup seems to have nothing to do but drive by at least four times an hour. I got detailed for making up sample bottles of wine for the owner in the afternoon, a variation of this week's viticulture heavy activities.
And so the word "phototroph" [-n, an organism that obtains energy from sunlight for the synthesis of organic compounds] was planted in mind this morning to attempt to understand why the perps are so obsessed with the moment of placing a vertical plant cane to a horizontal trellis wire. Though when I looked it up, it really covers plants and fungi directly, not us humans. It is the properties of the sun that so fascinates the perps, not to mention the long past heliolithic civilizations [that involve sun worship] that the perps surely must of been following if you subscribe to the greater conspiracy model, one that precedes us TI's by millennia.
05-18-2013
The Saturday of a long weekend in this here part of North America. Though in fact I work two of the three days as the vineyard work has got to me done. Never mind the lack of staffing or the fact that 900L of cider has a spoilage growth floating on it. He doesn't seem to moved by the fact that he might have vinegar if he doesn't keep the temperature down to no more than 2C. Yesterday he was out of fuel for the cooler's generator, and it was 8C inside, going by the external thermograph. If the cider does spoil, I am sure the owner will turn on me as the culprit when it was his foot-dragging all along. I told him a two weeks ago he needed to get it into a floating lid tank, and he as done squat about it.
Then about 1330h I got my exposure to a fuel truck as it came then, and it was my responsibility to show him where the generator was. And of course I got discombobulated enough to then incurr extra driving and redoubling my tracks, plus walking and driving over where the fuel truck was parked. The fuel truck driver pulled a total bozo stunt in attempting to get in the container when I told him it was on the far end of it. Then he blocked the driveway with his truck and I had to take a long way around.
And heavy extra-conventional poking and jabbing this morning; at least 100x before I finished the morning routine. Then when out shopping at the very early, for me, Saturday grocery shopping, I had considerable vehicular gangstalking on the highway and in town. At one point they had six identical metallic maroon (deep red) color vehicles ahead of me in a single glance, and one behind me. A few minutes later they put on the exceptional show of four same metallic tan colored vehicles, in two lanes, two vehicles per lane in a formation of four.
And extra vagrants and Fat Folk (both highly Unfavored) in the stores this morning, on stand-around duty in these ridiculous street side conversations they engage in, all to be still there when I get out of the store, my pre and post store visitation stalkers.
So what was different this morning? For one, they limited the duration of my light brown (tan) colored hair conditioner to a minute or less. Ordinarily they have me with conditioner in my hair (now a white foam color) while shaving my face and front and then I go back for a short shower to remove it and the inevitable cut hairs and shaving foam. But "somehow" I "forgot" this year old habit to expedite cleaning up after shaving (my front and face), and didn't have the conditioner in my hair until the second shower, and for only a minute or so. And tney had me "forget" to shave my nether region, though they did allow me to perform the weekly shave of my arms. It may just be that these alterations/fuckery of my usual routine was the reason for extra amounts of vehicular gangstalking and imposed sensations of no apparent cause.
05-19-2013
Work on a long weekend... getting final vine pruning done. As above, plenty of extra noise each time I lay a vertical down an cane on the horizontal wire, about 2x/hour. Though different noises and noise blends; hot-rod mufflers, dog barkings, chat from the walkers, tractors, chain saws, HDmotorcycles etc. And only three forced pruning miscues today, where I "accidentally" cut the cane that is meant to be kept, as in tied to the horizontal wire. I had a check-three-times habit that saved me at least twice that, but I now know it too can be cognitively defeated.
And I see that my shopping cart got wiped out at a certain webside. What is the fucking point of this relentless juvenile pranks?
And from the No Ostensible Cause (NOC) collection of onging strangeness, these soft door whacks, every five seconds or so. All to compete with the bathroom wall whacks of the last six months or so.
I sense that I am getting cognitively clobbered to prevent new entries, so I shall post this.
I got royally screwed this morning. The perps controlled to alarm clock to ring one hour early, though it was a different ring, as it sounded only once. I got up, did all the morning time things like breakfast, showering, shaving etc. and set off to work. Only when I was 1 km away after a 20min. drive was I allowed to know that I was headed for work at 0600h, and not my usual 0700h. So... I turn around and hang out on the web for 20 minutes, looking up towable pallets, ones that can be moved on wheels on rough surface.
This notion of getting a towable pallet has has been planted in mind due to the cooler container being 200' away from the winery, and it is a packed surface, but not one that can be used with a pallet jack. (Or maybe not the one I am familiar with). The boss hasn't exactly been too interested in the concept, but keeping maturing wine and fermentations cool enough is very important. He agrees, and fobs me off with "we will do what we can". Like WTF; if you are in the commercial wine business, show some basic grasp of the business and act on it, instead of dishing out hoary evasions. What is that line about vision exceeding one's grasp?
05-15-2013
I got plenty of attention from the two males in the vineyard today, as in gangstalking (or pointless parading and emulating). This was at about 1000h when I put on sun block , a long time perp study objective, at my break time and just when the sun had come out and I was kneeling at the vines to prune out the canes that were not laid down on the trellis wire. One passes by for no seeming reason, and that "happened" to be to get the other so both could pass by from the opposite direction. The went and had a confab at the house for a while, one sitting in the same chair I had been sitting in only a few minutes before. (And where I applied the sun block lotions).
Sun block lotion, as well as shade and sunny areas are a constant perp study fixation. Most of my farm-worker colleagues who were participating would put on their sun block lotion at 0800h or so, while I put it on at the first break at 1000h. I have mentioned a past event in 2008 where I had my shirt off in the back of a farm field for maybe five minutes, and then the sun going behind a cloud suddenly and the air got cool to force me to put my shirt on again. My shirt wasn't on for a half minute when five different parties descended on me and the proximate area. All were doing their regular job, e.g. foreman, crates delivery truck etc., but it demonstrated to me the sub-second choreography that can also be timed to atmospheric conditions and the temperature of the air.
I told the vineyard owner he will be in the vinegar business if he does get on with getting his reefer running with the Acerbactor spoilage on 900L of cider I made for him. That seemed to motivate him into putting it on. He said he would do it two days ago and didn't. It is most strange to me how someone can profess to be driven to enter the commercial winemaking business and be so slack about attending to getting on with vital tasks. Naturally, he hasn't trained me on starting it up and the generator too, so he is the point man on keeping his cider cool. The problem is that it is in a IBC pallet tank which has a high surface area to volume. I sparge it with CO2 each time I open it up, but that hasn't helped. The owner has allowed about 4 drums of apple juice to self-ferment, so his track record isn't inspiring to say the least.
05-16-2013
I was pruning vines most of the day, so it is interesting to note when the noise games start. In the winter the vines are pruned to four canes (long shoots), and while still dormant, the vines are laid down on horizontal trellis wires, two per plant, one each side of the trunk. But it seems that the former crew missed a few, and so I take an upright vine, a spare until cutworm season is over, and lay it down on the trellis wire. In the upright position the leaves are mostly horizontal, so when I lie the upright cane down on the wire, the leaves are angled vertically, though this will change inside a day or so as the plant will adapt its leaf orientation to the light source. It is the transition of these canes from vertical to horizontal that brings on associated extra noise; trucks, motorbikes, aircraft, hot-rod muffler noise etc. This would be noisestalking in my parlance, an flurry of noise from external sources for consistent actions on my part. But what I find interesting is that crop circle formations often have the upright (grain/grass usually) stalks turned in differing directions. So it would seem there is some intrinsic energetic plant response to its gravitation and solar source change that the perps are attempting to detect by remote means. I don't mean to sound conflationalist, but it seems so many themes related to aliens or conventional organizations cross this experiment for which I find myself the nonconsensual subject for. And no one in my family has filled me in on what happened to me from age 2 y.o. to 5 y.o., as nearly all memories have been deleted. And my recall should of been exceptionally vivid, returning to Montreal two years after the first stay, an academic year duration (8 months). You know the rest of this gripe.
05-17-2013
Fridays are the day of the week I usually start a new razor insert to shave with, and that will bring on all manner of crazy perp silliness. About 30% more vehicular gangstalk traffic at 0630h, and a few more brown colored vehicles among the regular phalanx of grayscale colors, white, silver grey, mid-greys and blacks. And major silliness in the parking lot outside this motel suite with a monster pickup parked across two stalls beside my own. And the " rigour" mud splatter too to then join the mini-van beside me with its new-found mudsplatter, identical light brown. Said mini-van has been parked in the same stall for two weeks, and somehow, in the evening gets a light spray of the same mud as the monster pickup. Go figure, as to how this happened/erupted.
And more noise at the aforementioned event of laying down a vine cane that was growing vertical. The aircraft noise has joined the noisestalk fray for this momentous event, as did the dirt-bike noise, and a string-trimmer. The adjacent farm had a very loud sneezing act going on, though I cannot recall what the simultaneous event was. The vehicular hot-rod noise continued; this one navy blue pickup seems to have nothing to do but drive by at least four times an hour. I got detailed for making up sample bottles of wine for the owner in the afternoon, a variation of this week's viticulture heavy activities.
And so the word "phototroph" [-n, an organism that obtains energy from sunlight for the synthesis of organic compounds] was planted in mind this morning to attempt to understand why the perps are so obsessed with the moment of placing a vertical plant cane to a horizontal trellis wire. Though when I looked it up, it really covers plants and fungi directly, not us humans. It is the properties of the sun that so fascinates the perps, not to mention the long past heliolithic civilizations [that involve sun worship] that the perps surely must of been following if you subscribe to the greater conspiracy model, one that precedes us TI's by millennia.
05-18-2013
The Saturday of a long weekend in this here part of North America. Though in fact I work two of the three days as the vineyard work has got to me done. Never mind the lack of staffing or the fact that 900L of cider has a spoilage growth floating on it. He doesn't seem to moved by the fact that he might have vinegar if he doesn't keep the temperature down to no more than 2C. Yesterday he was out of fuel for the cooler's generator, and it was 8C inside, going by the external thermograph. If the cider does spoil, I am sure the owner will turn on me as the culprit when it was his foot-dragging all along. I told him a two weeks ago he needed to get it into a floating lid tank, and he as done squat about it.
Then about 1330h I got my exposure to a fuel truck as it came then, and it was my responsibility to show him where the generator was. And of course I got discombobulated enough to then incurr extra driving and redoubling my tracks, plus walking and driving over where the fuel truck was parked. The fuel truck driver pulled a total bozo stunt in attempting to get in the container when I told him it was on the far end of it. Then he blocked the driveway with his truck and I had to take a long way around.
And heavy extra-conventional poking and jabbing this morning; at least 100x before I finished the morning routine. Then when out shopping at the very early, for me, Saturday grocery shopping, I had considerable vehicular gangstalking on the highway and in town. At one point they had six identical metallic maroon (deep red) color vehicles ahead of me in a single glance, and one behind me. A few minutes later they put on the exceptional show of four same metallic tan colored vehicles, in two lanes, two vehicles per lane in a formation of four.
And extra vagrants and Fat Folk (both highly Unfavored) in the stores this morning, on stand-around duty in these ridiculous street side conversations they engage in, all to be still there when I get out of the store, my pre and post store visitation stalkers.
So what was different this morning? For one, they limited the duration of my light brown (tan) colored hair conditioner to a minute or less. Ordinarily they have me with conditioner in my hair (now a white foam color) while shaving my face and front and then I go back for a short shower to remove it and the inevitable cut hairs and shaving foam. But "somehow" I "forgot" this year old habit to expedite cleaning up after shaving (my front and face), and didn't have the conditioner in my hair until the second shower, and for only a minute or so. And tney had me "forget" to shave my nether region, though they did allow me to perform the weekly shave of my arms. It may just be that these alterations/fuckery of my usual routine was the reason for extra amounts of vehicular gangstalking and imposed sensations of no apparent cause.
05-19-2013
Work on a long weekend... getting final vine pruning done. As above, plenty of extra noise each time I lay a vertical down an cane on the horizontal wire, about 2x/hour. Though different noises and noise blends; hot-rod mufflers, dog barkings, chat from the walkers, tractors, chain saws, HDmotorcycles etc. And only three forced pruning miscues today, where I "accidentally" cut the cane that is meant to be kept, as in tied to the horizontal wire. I had a check-three-times habit that saved me at least twice that, but I now know it too can be cognitively defeated.
And I see that my shopping cart got wiped out at a certain webside. What is the fucking point of this relentless juvenile pranks?
And from the No Ostensible Cause (NOC) collection of onging strangeness, these soft door whacks, every five seconds or so. All to compete with the bathroom wall whacks of the last six months or so.
I sense that I am getting cognitively clobbered to prevent new entries, so I shall post this.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Spin-Out
03-11-2013
A Monday, and although not as fraught as last Monday, the perp stunts were in full measure. I had picked up a 10kg box of yeast nutrient for fermenting wine, and first off, my boss phones up fussing about attempting to stop the fermentat at exactly 17 Brix, as that is the number he wants to hit (no matter how it tastes). As it was 18 Brix, he wanted me to stop the fermentation right away. I said I would, having taken the call timed 30 seconds after I departed from picking up the yeast nutrient. I could pull off when I got the call, and did so as it is illegal here which driving unless it is a hands off arrangement. While I stopped at the side of this little used road to a near-derelict warehouse, the vehicular gangstalking parade erupted outside my vehicle. Then when on an two lane access route, but still in the city boundary, a vehicular gangstalker was on my tail at 60kph, and then 70kph. This still wasn't good enough, even if the speed limit is 50kph, so she passes me heading into a bend. She couldn't control the vehicle at that speed and it spun around going around a bend no less, and ended up in the opposite lane facing me, no rollovers and keeping the tires on the road. A slow going pickup with a black box trailer was coming the other way and had ample time to slow down. So here we have this spectacularly stupid driving stunt, and spectacularly lucky (har, har) outcome seemingly about me packing 10kg of light brown yeast nutrient in a darker brown cardboard box. Or at least that is the way I read it for all the extra gangstalking attention I got.
The boss phoned me four times in the day, at least two of those when I had just put on gloves to do cleaning. (I have to take them off to operate a touch phone, or at least the one that I have.) Another bullshit call also came on. Adding fuel to the perp excitement was that I had made a call to purchase an item online, and then a second call to a fermetation supply warehouse to purchase the above yeast nutrient. As regular readers will know, all manner of financial transactions from online, to phone, to bus fare, to laundy machines and all shopping are intensely gangstalked and gamed. That I am paying for something that I will be later reimbursed for is also a big perp deal, as is getting a sale price on the first of four items but none of the remaining three.
And the winery supply service sucked; the warehouse had moved March 01 this year, as in 11 days earlier, and neither party of the firm with whom I spoke told me. I went to the location where I knew it to be and a notice on the door said they had moved and gave me directions. The perps just love setting up these games of "dashed expectations". I have no idea why, but it is consistent as this abuse is relentless.
About 25 zits showed up this morning; at least five each in the crooks of my arms and the remainder spread over my chest and neck. Way back when in high school, the ferocious zit days, I often wondered why it was that a zit on one side of my face would get a mirrored zit a few days later, both in size and location. And now that I know I am harassed and abused (literally) up the asshole, and have been since birth, I now have my answer.
I also drove out to the raw foods dealer who stood me up on Friday afternoon, the asshole not even returning my message to explain how it happened. All I got was a "sorry about that".
03-12-2013
Onto pruning today, hanging out with the contract pruners to learn what I could about the craft. Then in mid row, one phone call from the boss wanting me to put CO2 from the cylinder over the fermenting juice. LOL; a fermentation produces large volumes of CO2 and protect the juice from oxygen contact.
I pumped the apple ice wine to barrels so it can be transported into the reefer-container. Extra helicopter coverage today for some reason; maybe it was that I was working with brown colored liquid.
The boss arrived in the afternoon with more winemaking "goodies"; filter, bottling device, etc. And a new Rotweiler puppy; flown in from Czech no less.
And I see myfood order got sabotaged; somehow dark chocolate got substituted for milk chocolate that I ordered. I loathe dark chocolate and would have no reason to order it except for remote neural invasion or the electronic order got changed on me. Now that they can subvert short term recall and re-arrange concepts in one's mind without being any bit aware of it, they could of made me order the wrong chocolate online. Before they could pull these stunts, say 2009, they would sabotage the order after it was sent, and obstruct order confirmation emails.
The pounding and tromping outside this suite has increased for whatever reason, though at the same time I was writing up a reply comment. The perps like to noisestalk me the instant I send email as another related example.
03-14-2013
My internet service got taken out last night, even if the cell phone registered four bars. And by dint of coincidence the motel wi-fi was extra slow. In other words, no internet service. I did my weekly tanning last night, then went to the LD store for chocolate. And lo, if a late model convertable showed up and out spills four young males in full-jocularity mode to lead-ahead gangstalk me into the store. Then of the four, the full black hoodie stalker loitered to be seen through the glass doors as I approached from outside, "found" me twice in the aisles, and "found" me yet again at the checkout. As their convertable was green with a brown rag top up, I can only assume he was on brown-green stalking duty or whatever else their improbable vehicle might confer. And the biggest hoodie going; I never saw any portion of his face, even from the side.And I when I got back to the parking lot, I see their vehicle had a light tan brown minivan parked next to it and a red vehicle next to the mini-van. Originally, the parking lot was bare except for mine and their convertible, and it was most strange that the next two arrivals park next to the gangstalkers' vehicle.
Other exciting perp changes today were to keep a yapping male consort outside of my room for an hour to cover my arrival and then dinner. This might of been to force me to eat in the bedroom to limit the noise-stalking, as a "warm-up" to an hour long nap attack this evening. Then to wrap it up, they turned down the heat, no matter if the suite heater is set at 74F.
I got my assigned pruning done today, and had time to evaluate the new wine filter the boss bought two days ago. More "browning around" maybe, pulling it out of the box and assembling it in part, as well as reading the scuzzy photoprint manual and to then later read it online in glorious color. The perps like to create these contrasts; see it in muted form, and later in full color and/or detail. Hence the regular channel TV news anchors being washed out color-wise and then later in full (unbleached) color.
03-15-2013
1130h
A short work week, this being the last day of a pay period and I must not work more than 80 hours over two weeks. So... a whole 2.5 hours of work today; enough to tidy up loose ends and get tagged with a toilet blocking there while concurrently they cause a gallon of water to leak onto the floor in the garage, some 40' away. These are filter tubes that block the sink all the time and as I spend 50% of my time at the sink (as a winemaker) I have to move them. They are full of water in an attempt to purge the mildew/mold in them as they didn't get stored properly, and when moved onto a plastic tote it slowly collapsed while I was in the bathroom. So.. more cursing and then a mop-up which morphed into a full walked-area mopping as the planted reasoning was that I might as well clean up all the sticky floor. The perps just love to have one job expand into another along with job interruptions so to have three or more on the go and have pointless interruptions imposed by remote neural influencing. And too, exposure to water and filtration is always a big perp deal.
03-16-2013
Heavy room vibration and outside pounding noise, back to the level before the phone call from a supposed complainant, incorrectly (ahem) thinking it was me. The pounding and vibration did decrease all round since then, until last night. And if the pounding and vibration was from more than one party, as it seemed (coming from different directions), then they all got the message.
And back to dog barking noise from next door, in keeping with the surfeit of this particular noise. The vineyard/winery owner's new Rotweiler puppy from the Czech Republic and that counts for extra dog barking noise in the noise-scape. And too, the puppy is having training problems and crapping inside the house. Then the cat also decided to crap outside its litter box, so carpet nuggets are both upstairs and down.
Anyhow, a whole Saturday off without even laundry to do, as it got done yesterday without incident apart from getting skunked at 1300h when both washing machines were busy.
That was before I set out to a small specialty grocery store, where they had me gangstalked with a black and a white pickups, near identical in model and make. One of them took me from motel exit at the road to the very parking lot I was headed. Then this strange native indian dude in ball cap needed to tail me all over the store, including the checkout, adroitly getting ahead of me at the only open checkout.
And more online screwings; I cannot get my cell phone billing detail for the current bill, and nor can I log into my credit card. The written down password, particular for the credit card, somehow got missed where I keep it. All to rile me up to a screaming rage show equivalent, as vocalization is now limited to a hoarse whisper. When is this insane abuse in all its myriad facets ever going to end? Imagine being riled up some 30% of your waking hours for close to 11 years.
The nattering and cackling yobos have set up shop 8' from my room and seem to think it important, yet again, that I listen to male banter, throat clearing, coughing, over-jocular laughing and cackling. Nothing funny in this grim Potemkin Village.
And some Windows warning about a hard drive about to fail; I got these particular hard drives because they had a five year warranty, and most of them have failed now. The Windows warning prompted a backup session to start, and this represents the first time I have used Windows for backing up as I can never find where the application is. And I see that it is the intended backup drive that is supposedly flaky. It never ends.
1600h
An insane amount of tromping Fuckwits outside this motel suite. About one per minute lead-footed Fuckwit shaking this suite, along with the noise and male/yobo banter to go with it. Why this corner of the 100+ suite motel is a mecca for the shifless bums doesn't surprise me if one applies the harassment-victim-in-Potemkin-Village theory.
Enough dulldom; it has been mostly a shut-in weekend and for what? Extra heavy gangstalking when they let me out. The freakshow at LD confirmed that along with the hyper vigilant stocker/stalker dudes.
A Monday, and although not as fraught as last Monday, the perp stunts were in full measure. I had picked up a 10kg box of yeast nutrient for fermenting wine, and first off, my boss phones up fussing about attempting to stop the fermentat at exactly 17 Brix, as that is the number he wants to hit (no matter how it tastes). As it was 18 Brix, he wanted me to stop the fermentation right away. I said I would, having taken the call timed 30 seconds after I departed from picking up the yeast nutrient. I could pull off when I got the call, and did so as it is illegal here which driving unless it is a hands off arrangement. While I stopped at the side of this little used road to a near-derelict warehouse, the vehicular gangstalking parade erupted outside my vehicle. Then when on an two lane access route, but still in the city boundary, a vehicular gangstalker was on my tail at 60kph, and then 70kph. This still wasn't good enough, even if the speed limit is 50kph, so she passes me heading into a bend. She couldn't control the vehicle at that speed and it spun around going around a bend no less, and ended up in the opposite lane facing me, no rollovers and keeping the tires on the road. A slow going pickup with a black box trailer was coming the other way and had ample time to slow down. So here we have this spectacularly stupid driving stunt, and spectacularly lucky (har, har) outcome seemingly about me packing 10kg of light brown yeast nutrient in a darker brown cardboard box. Or at least that is the way I read it for all the extra gangstalking attention I got.
The boss phoned me four times in the day, at least two of those when I had just put on gloves to do cleaning. (I have to take them off to operate a touch phone, or at least the one that I have.) Another bullshit call also came on. Adding fuel to the perp excitement was that I had made a call to purchase an item online, and then a second call to a fermetation supply warehouse to purchase the above yeast nutrient. As regular readers will know, all manner of financial transactions from online, to phone, to bus fare, to laundy machines and all shopping are intensely gangstalked and gamed. That I am paying for something that I will be later reimbursed for is also a big perp deal, as is getting a sale price on the first of four items but none of the remaining three.
And the winery supply service sucked; the warehouse had moved March 01 this year, as in 11 days earlier, and neither party of the firm with whom I spoke told me. I went to the location where I knew it to be and a notice on the door said they had moved and gave me directions. The perps just love setting up these games of "dashed expectations". I have no idea why, but it is consistent as this abuse is relentless.
About 25 zits showed up this morning; at least five each in the crooks of my arms and the remainder spread over my chest and neck. Way back when in high school, the ferocious zit days, I often wondered why it was that a zit on one side of my face would get a mirrored zit a few days later, both in size and location. And now that I know I am harassed and abused (literally) up the asshole, and have been since birth, I now have my answer.
I also drove out to the raw foods dealer who stood me up on Friday afternoon, the asshole not even returning my message to explain how it happened. All I got was a "sorry about that".
03-12-2013
Onto pruning today, hanging out with the contract pruners to learn what I could about the craft. Then in mid row, one phone call from the boss wanting me to put CO2 from the cylinder over the fermenting juice. LOL; a fermentation produces large volumes of CO2 and protect the juice from oxygen contact.
I pumped the apple ice wine to barrels so it can be transported into the reefer-container. Extra helicopter coverage today for some reason; maybe it was that I was working with brown colored liquid.
The boss arrived in the afternoon with more winemaking "goodies"; filter, bottling device, etc. And a new Rotweiler puppy; flown in from Czech no less.
And I see myfood order got sabotaged; somehow dark chocolate got substituted for milk chocolate that I ordered. I loathe dark chocolate and would have no reason to order it except for remote neural invasion or the electronic order got changed on me. Now that they can subvert short term recall and re-arrange concepts in one's mind without being any bit aware of it, they could of made me order the wrong chocolate online. Before they could pull these stunts, say 2009, they would sabotage the order after it was sent, and obstruct order confirmation emails.
The pounding and tromping outside this suite has increased for whatever reason, though at the same time I was writing up a reply comment. The perps like to noisestalk me the instant I send email as another related example.
03-14-2013
My internet service got taken out last night, even if the cell phone registered four bars. And by dint of coincidence the motel wi-fi was extra slow. In other words, no internet service. I did my weekly tanning last night, then went to the LD store for chocolate. And lo, if a late model convertable showed up and out spills four young males in full-jocularity mode to lead-ahead gangstalk me into the store. Then of the four, the full black hoodie stalker loitered to be seen through the glass doors as I approached from outside, "found" me twice in the aisles, and "found" me yet again at the checkout. As their convertable was green with a brown rag top up, I can only assume he was on brown-green stalking duty or whatever else their improbable vehicle might confer. And the biggest hoodie going; I never saw any portion of his face, even from the side.And I when I got back to the parking lot, I see their vehicle had a light tan brown minivan parked next to it and a red vehicle next to the mini-van. Originally, the parking lot was bare except for mine and their convertible, and it was most strange that the next two arrivals park next to the gangstalkers' vehicle.
Other exciting perp changes today were to keep a yapping male consort outside of my room for an hour to cover my arrival and then dinner. This might of been to force me to eat in the bedroom to limit the noise-stalking, as a "warm-up" to an hour long nap attack this evening. Then to wrap it up, they turned down the heat, no matter if the suite heater is set at 74F.
I got my assigned pruning done today, and had time to evaluate the new wine filter the boss bought two days ago. More "browning around" maybe, pulling it out of the box and assembling it in part, as well as reading the scuzzy photoprint manual and to then later read it online in glorious color. The perps like to create these contrasts; see it in muted form, and later in full color and/or detail. Hence the regular channel TV news anchors being washed out color-wise and then later in full (unbleached) color.
03-15-2013
1130h
A short work week, this being the last day of a pay period and I must not work more than 80 hours over two weeks. So... a whole 2.5 hours of work today; enough to tidy up loose ends and get tagged with a toilet blocking there while concurrently they cause a gallon of water to leak onto the floor in the garage, some 40' away. These are filter tubes that block the sink all the time and as I spend 50% of my time at the sink (as a winemaker) I have to move them. They are full of water in an attempt to purge the mildew/mold in them as they didn't get stored properly, and when moved onto a plastic tote it slowly collapsed while I was in the bathroom. So.. more cursing and then a mop-up which morphed into a full walked-area mopping as the planted reasoning was that I might as well clean up all the sticky floor. The perps just love to have one job expand into another along with job interruptions so to have three or more on the go and have pointless interruptions imposed by remote neural influencing. And too, exposure to water and filtration is always a big perp deal.
03-16-2013
Heavy room vibration and outside pounding noise, back to the level before the phone call from a supposed complainant, incorrectly (ahem) thinking it was me. The pounding and vibration did decrease all round since then, until last night. And if the pounding and vibration was from more than one party, as it seemed (coming from different directions), then they all got the message.
And back to dog barking noise from next door, in keeping with the surfeit of this particular noise. The vineyard/winery owner's new Rotweiler puppy from the Czech Republic and that counts for extra dog barking noise in the noise-scape. And too, the puppy is having training problems and crapping inside the house. Then the cat also decided to crap outside its litter box, so carpet nuggets are both upstairs and down.
Anyhow, a whole Saturday off without even laundry to do, as it got done yesterday without incident apart from getting skunked at 1300h when both washing machines were busy.
That was before I set out to a small specialty grocery store, where they had me gangstalked with a black and a white pickups, near identical in model and make. One of them took me from motel exit at the road to the very parking lot I was headed. Then this strange native indian dude in ball cap needed to tail me all over the store, including the checkout, adroitly getting ahead of me at the only open checkout.
And more online screwings; I cannot get my cell phone billing detail for the current bill, and nor can I log into my credit card. The written down password, particular for the credit card, somehow got missed where I keep it. All to rile me up to a screaming rage show equivalent, as vocalization is now limited to a hoarse whisper. When is this insane abuse in all its myriad facets ever going to end? Imagine being riled up some 30% of your waking hours for close to 11 years.
The nattering and cackling yobos have set up shop 8' from my room and seem to think it important, yet again, that I listen to male banter, throat clearing, coughing, over-jocular laughing and cackling. Nothing funny in this grim Potemkin Village.
And some Windows warning about a hard drive about to fail; I got these particular hard drives because they had a five year warranty, and most of them have failed now. The Windows warning prompted a backup session to start, and this represents the first time I have used Windows for backing up as I can never find where the application is. And I see that it is the intended backup drive that is supposedly flaky. It never ends.
1600h
An insane amount of tromping Fuckwits outside this motel suite. About one per minute lead-footed Fuckwit shaking this suite, along with the noise and male/yobo banter to go with it. Why this corner of the 100+ suite motel is a mecca for the shifless bums doesn't surprise me if one applies the harassment-victim-in-Potemkin-Village theory.
Enough dulldom; it has been mostly a shut-in weekend and for what? Extra heavy gangstalking when they let me out. The freakshow at LD confirmed that along with the hyper vigilant stocker/stalker dudes.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
New TrippLite Power Strip
1120h
As mentioned many times in the past, the color of wiring and the insulating jacket as well as the connectors are of intense interest to the perps. And so today was the installation of a new power strip to accomodate an extra AC plug, a new TrippLite to replace the generic one that replaced a perfectly good TrippLite before that which mysteriously went on the fritz. And oddly, somehow I "forgot" about the lifetime warrranty on the first one, all to have the generic replacement power strip come in white plastic with small sliding grey shields to go over the open AC outlets. It seems the assholes wanted to change up the colors of the AC equipment, the original TrippLite with its white metal box and its deep black outlets. And with the extra outlets on this new dark grey plastic bodied TrippLite with black shields on the AC outlets, I get to plug in the Dymo label writer, and have its two bright lbue LEDs shining forth, after some two months of it being unplugged all this time, as it wasn't needed much after all, despite the planted "desire", and so in its own way, it had "fallow time", to sit around unplugged until now.
Other bullshit that went on as the "warm up" to this momentous event for the assholes was that the Purolator outfit delivered this parcel this morning in mid-breakfast, forcing me into a clothing change, from bedtime underwear to clothed to meet the delivery man. I get some advance warning with the intercom buzzer to get dressed. Then I finish my breakfast, did the dishes, and got undressed to shower, shave and do dental hygeine. And lo, while doing the latter, and in mid flossing, my mother phones to tell me she is on her way downtown for a nearby appointment. (I get the honors of parking her vehicle when she gets here, some 20 minutes later.) And so, a phone call to answer with nothing on this time, though curtains were closed, as is usual until I am dressed for the day.
1755h
A screaming rage show over the fact that the also-arrived Zalman docking station won't work; the hard drives aren't powering up and Windows cannot seem the drive. In RAID 1, it should one drive, but it doesn't see anything. These two were pulled from inside the case and put in the docking station, and maybe the assholes want some "away time" where the PC, and now with docking station, is to be taken to the local PC shop. Even the most boneheaded repairs, like dropping in memory isn't allowed to be done, and that is fucking easy. The USB 3 port might not be working as it seems the power converter is.
And plenty of brown box unpacking today, and the perps cannot get enough of that. A big parcel box for the Tripplite when it could of held at least 8 of them, and again for the docking station. In the latter case, I had to go through 15 minutes of "holdup" time at fucking Purolator's office, as I didn't have the tracking number, having got out of the habit when the PO parcels didn't come, and they forced me to pick them up, but didn't need the tracking number. But Purolator does I found out, and that was the excuse they could keep me at the counter while the dude parade rolled on behind me (faux customers), as well as one woman opening up her parcel at the counter and exchanging ooohs and aahs with the staff member. The fuckers couldn't get enough parcel games in today, the substrate color being brown of course.
The faux neighbor fan noise has been going most of today, noise tracking me as it would seem. And at 2040h it is still continuing. And it gets through my earmuffs.
2040h
The evening time tea and chocolate break. Also on the brown box capers today was my mother, in town for an eye appointment, which incurrs my time to drive her about as she cannot drive afterwards. And as it "happened", she was interested in a countertop electric cooking grill, and of course that was packed in a brown cardboard box, albeit white printed over with color graphics. I got to take it to the checkout for her, and of course a swarm of freaks arrived just then at the moment of her financial transaction. Then lunch at a nearby restaurant, one we occasionally frequent, heavy on the dishy blonde babes, but that was OK. Then I drive with onto a suburban shopping mall to Toys R Us, one of my least favorite places to visit. Her grandchild wanted a Disney doll and so we had to wander around to find them, and lo, if there wasn't someone on top of us fore and aft as well as cross path gangstalkers. And all these skeezy dudes as cashiers and staff in their infernal red shirts or vests. I couldn't get out of there fast enough, a seeming modern day fantasical Fellini event gone wrong. I don't think I have noticed a store with more antithetical looking staff in all my life.
So,.. summarize the brown box unpacking games today; one in the morning (arrived during breakfast), then one of mine at my perp-abetting mother's place (the fated Zalman USB3 docking station), and then I upacked her countertop griddle. Then I got to take the Zalman box into downtown on the bus, that turned into a multicultural zoo; all these (about 20) Spanish speaking kids arrived at one bus stop, and after that it was Standing Room Only. This at 1520h, and it was a total mystery as to where they came from, as the countercycling bus on the same route was only a few minutes ahead, per schedule How all these male Spanish high school students got themselves arranged for just this bus I was on is a total mystery. Some of them had some fugly hairdos, and lo, if they weren't the ones hiding behind the one babe who was seated in front of me, acting as a screen until the fugly haired dude thrust his head forward or backward for me to see it in greater detail and presentation. All part of the basic perp game; show the fugly Fuckwits by incremental amounts only, and hide them behind others or structures for limited exposures only. And what is with all the hoodie fuckers out today? That, freaking shorts still, and white panted Fuckwits patrolling about. WTF; I thought winter was here, but no, the Fuckwits insist on wearing summertime gear if its deeply Unfavored.
And yoga got cancelled tomorrow, a rare advance notice, which leverages from last week, as it got cancelled due to a national holiday, Rememberance Day. And do I ever do yoga on my own when I got all the time in the world? No, and I am fucking pissed about this as the assholes won't let me, even if they know I want to. Spine bending exercises has to be on their schedule, just like listening to music, watching movies and everything else. This life is fucking tiresome.
And an all time dangerous driving stunt by the perps today, this after the restaurant meal, usually when they go fucking beserk with street shutdowns, emergency lights and sirens. This was a woman who came from behind me in the next lane and accelerated ahead of me, cutting me off. I braked and swerved, she kept accelerating, and by dint of unexpected miracle (read, perp managed fuckery), there was no collision. I have driven in LA, London UK, Seattle, San Francisco, etc. and I have never, ever seen something as to stunningly and purposely brazen by an seeming unimpaired driver. It just shows how fucking desparate they are to place a black colored vehicle as close as they possibly can to the space in which I am about to drive.
Another piece of stunning driving fuckery was when I was about to cross the street outside this apartment, where my mother was parked in the curbside stalls. A white vehicle was preceding and a black and red pickup truck was beside it in the opposite lane, seeming to pass for crissakes, but no, they travelled the length of the block, side by side. Fucking beserk.
2205h
The overhead ceiling/floor whacking has started up again; this is a new sound as of today, and it is at a 1x/sec. frequency, as if someone was whacking a shoe against the floor at the same beat and intensity.
This posting is done, and time to blog off and ponder what fucking games they are going to put me through before allowing sleep. Last night they kept me awake for over an hour tossing and turning, usually in the same direction, and usually after I had plugged my ears from an outside noise they had arranged. And they kept up their vision fucking by adding red plasmic spatter in my vision when my eyes were closed. I don't like too much fucking red things coming at me, (kid dressed in red PVC fireman outfit today at the LD store), and the Fuckwit seemed to be testing out what my limits are and how the visual pattern is to be arranged. And when my eyes were open, why, red point sources and sheet flashes erupted all the same.
As mentioned many times in the past, the color of wiring and the insulating jacket as well as the connectors are of intense interest to the perps. And so today was the installation of a new power strip to accomodate an extra AC plug, a new TrippLite to replace the generic one that replaced a perfectly good TrippLite before that which mysteriously went on the fritz. And oddly, somehow I "forgot" about the lifetime warrranty on the first one, all to have the generic replacement power strip come in white plastic with small sliding grey shields to go over the open AC outlets. It seems the assholes wanted to change up the colors of the AC equipment, the original TrippLite with its white metal box and its deep black outlets. And with the extra outlets on this new dark grey plastic bodied TrippLite with black shields on the AC outlets, I get to plug in the Dymo label writer, and have its two bright lbue LEDs shining forth, after some two months of it being unplugged all this time, as it wasn't needed much after all, despite the planted "desire", and so in its own way, it had "fallow time", to sit around unplugged until now.
Other bullshit that went on as the "warm up" to this momentous event for the assholes was that the Purolator outfit delivered this parcel this morning in mid-breakfast, forcing me into a clothing change, from bedtime underwear to clothed to meet the delivery man. I get some advance warning with the intercom buzzer to get dressed. Then I finish my breakfast, did the dishes, and got undressed to shower, shave and do dental hygeine. And lo, while doing the latter, and in mid flossing, my mother phones to tell me she is on her way downtown for a nearby appointment. (I get the honors of parking her vehicle when she gets here, some 20 minutes later.) And so, a phone call to answer with nothing on this time, though curtains were closed, as is usual until I am dressed for the day.
1755h
A screaming rage show over the fact that the also-arrived Zalman docking station won't work; the hard drives aren't powering up and Windows cannot seem the drive. In RAID 1, it should one drive, but it doesn't see anything. These two were pulled from inside the case and put in the docking station, and maybe the assholes want some "away time" where the PC, and now with docking station, is to be taken to the local PC shop. Even the most boneheaded repairs, like dropping in memory isn't allowed to be done, and that is fucking easy. The USB 3 port might not be working as it seems the power converter is.
And plenty of brown box unpacking today, and the perps cannot get enough of that. A big parcel box for the Tripplite when it could of held at least 8 of them, and again for the docking station. In the latter case, I had to go through 15 minutes of "holdup" time at fucking Purolator's office, as I didn't have the tracking number, having got out of the habit when the PO parcels didn't come, and they forced me to pick them up, but didn't need the tracking number. But Purolator does I found out, and that was the excuse they could keep me at the counter while the dude parade rolled on behind me (faux customers), as well as one woman opening up her parcel at the counter and exchanging ooohs and aahs with the staff member. The fuckers couldn't get enough parcel games in today, the substrate color being brown of course.
The faux neighbor fan noise has been going most of today, noise tracking me as it would seem. And at 2040h it is still continuing. And it gets through my earmuffs.
2040h
The evening time tea and chocolate break. Also on the brown box capers today was my mother, in town for an eye appointment, which incurrs my time to drive her about as she cannot drive afterwards. And as it "happened", she was interested in a countertop electric cooking grill, and of course that was packed in a brown cardboard box, albeit white printed over with color graphics. I got to take it to the checkout for her, and of course a swarm of freaks arrived just then at the moment of her financial transaction. Then lunch at a nearby restaurant, one we occasionally frequent, heavy on the dishy blonde babes, but that was OK. Then I drive with onto a suburban shopping mall to Toys R Us, one of my least favorite places to visit. Her grandchild wanted a Disney doll and so we had to wander around to find them, and lo, if there wasn't someone on top of us fore and aft as well as cross path gangstalkers. And all these skeezy dudes as cashiers and staff in their infernal red shirts or vests. I couldn't get out of there fast enough, a seeming modern day fantasical Fellini event gone wrong. I don't think I have noticed a store with more antithetical looking staff in all my life.
So,.. summarize the brown box unpacking games today; one in the morning (arrived during breakfast), then one of mine at my perp-abetting mother's place (the fated Zalman USB3 docking station), and then I upacked her countertop griddle. Then I got to take the Zalman box into downtown on the bus, that turned into a multicultural zoo; all these (about 20) Spanish speaking kids arrived at one bus stop, and after that it was Standing Room Only. This at 1520h, and it was a total mystery as to where they came from, as the countercycling bus on the same route was only a few minutes ahead, per schedule How all these male Spanish high school students got themselves arranged for just this bus I was on is a total mystery. Some of them had some fugly hairdos, and lo, if they weren't the ones hiding behind the one babe who was seated in front of me, acting as a screen until the fugly haired dude thrust his head forward or backward for me to see it in greater detail and presentation. All part of the basic perp game; show the fugly Fuckwits by incremental amounts only, and hide them behind others or structures for limited exposures only. And what is with all the hoodie fuckers out today? That, freaking shorts still, and white panted Fuckwits patrolling about. WTF; I thought winter was here, but no, the Fuckwits insist on wearing summertime gear if its deeply Unfavored.
And yoga got cancelled tomorrow, a rare advance notice, which leverages from last week, as it got cancelled due to a national holiday, Rememberance Day. And do I ever do yoga on my own when I got all the time in the world? No, and I am fucking pissed about this as the assholes won't let me, even if they know I want to. Spine bending exercises has to be on their schedule, just like listening to music, watching movies and everything else. This life is fucking tiresome.
And an all time dangerous driving stunt by the perps today, this after the restaurant meal, usually when they go fucking beserk with street shutdowns, emergency lights and sirens. This was a woman who came from behind me in the next lane and accelerated ahead of me, cutting me off. I braked and swerved, she kept accelerating, and by dint of unexpected miracle (read, perp managed fuckery), there was no collision. I have driven in LA, London UK, Seattle, San Francisco, etc. and I have never, ever seen something as to stunningly and purposely brazen by an seeming unimpaired driver. It just shows how fucking desparate they are to place a black colored vehicle as close as they possibly can to the space in which I am about to drive.
Another piece of stunning driving fuckery was when I was about to cross the street outside this apartment, where my mother was parked in the curbside stalls. A white vehicle was preceding and a black and red pickup truck was beside it in the opposite lane, seeming to pass for crissakes, but no, they travelled the length of the block, side by side. Fucking beserk.
2205h
The overhead ceiling/floor whacking has started up again; this is a new sound as of today, and it is at a 1x/sec. frequency, as if someone was whacking a shoe against the floor at the same beat and intensity.
This posting is done, and time to blog off and ponder what fucking games they are going to put me through before allowing sleep. Last night they kept me awake for over an hour tossing and turning, usually in the same direction, and usually after I had plugged my ears from an outside noise they had arranged. And they kept up their vision fucking by adding red plasmic spatter in my vision when my eyes were closed. I don't like too much fucking red things coming at me, (kid dressed in red PVC fireman outfit today at the LD store), and the Fuckwit seemed to be testing out what my limits are and how the visual pattern is to be arranged. And when my eyes were open, why, red point sources and sheet flashes erupted all the same.
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Dayglo Day
2115h
It is highly likely that another significant long planned perp initiative was begun today; and that is to have me wear dayglo orange rain gear for some two hours, and then run me across town on an errand with some thousand or more gangstalking vehicles all adding in their contribution, however that is measured by my tormentors. I personally would never purchase dayglo anything as I cannot stand the sight of it, especially in the past few years where they seem to have overridden my normal "couldn't be bothered" reactions. But, as I recieved them "free" from the outgoing grower at the farm I was working at, they are my only reliable raingear. And I have worn plenty of differing kinds and colors, sometimes for all working days over six consecutive weeks in my active forestry field work days. Any of us crew members would trash the rain gear in less than four months and get more, and naturally the supply seemed to change all the time as to kind, supplier, fabric, features, and colors. And too, often the pants of one pair would be worn with the coat of another pair to extend the rain gear's wear duration. Never did I have any clue this was in aid of a covert agency that is absolutely consumed with the color of what I wear, eat, see, touch and all other possible interaction modalities.
Today's rain gear "event", the first in some 15 years, save one rainy day in the daffodil fields last year, was at least planned since 08-2008 when I recieved the new dayglo set. The occasion was that I was power washing moss off my parents' patio, and that the rain gear was essential for the splattering of moss and water while performing this task. And I had my new gumboots on too, purchased yesterday and left at my parents' place, not having brought them to my apartment. So in other words, I was actually dressed for the job, and in never-worn-before clothes, and it also came with the ongoing noise of the pressure washer, the hissing of the water as it contacted the concrete patio surface, as well as the prerequisite noisy overflying aircraft which included one doing aerobatic work.
I finished up the power washing job at lunch time after hosing the side of the house and the plants to remove moss particles and did the same for my raingear which was hung on the fence and hosed with a light setting. (That is, cleaned with water from the house's supply). After lunch I drove across town to get a pair of shoes that were on hold from yesterday, and then the rainstorm came on for the 20 minute drive. And as well, it was falling on me as I went from the vehicle into the mall and walked through to find the store on the opposite side. I had my clusters of gangstalking yellow vehicles, four at a time, and the regulars, the greyscale colors of white, silver-grey, mid-greys and black accompanying them. This same greyscale consort would also surround red colored vehicles (also in many (over 10) clusters), then deep navy blue colors, and even some green variations. There was only about two light tan metallic brown clusters for the 40 minutes of round trip driving. But what rain storm it was, and if you subscribe to this story, you will know that I don't experience anything by chance, but by total and unrelenting design down to the last crumb. Once I got back to my parents' place there was my raingear in the rain. It got its dose of hosing down with city supplied water, and then some 1.5 hours later, by way of the weather system delivered water.
I don't particular make a big deal of this, but as I am constantly fucked with as to where I get my water supply from, and how much water I can imbibe, not to mention swim in, it would seem that my tormentors were engaging in an experiment that was likely enhanced by having me wear dayglo colors. And don't forget that the reason for these colors being so bright is that they are constructively interfering matter waves, and from what I have learned, this is a good thing for the Surrepticious Sicko's (SS) research agenda. An interesting dissertation on colors and related energy theory is JK Harms, and it is very readable.
And I did wear my new shoes later today to the partime cleaning job at the car dealership and I was duly swarmed and gangstalked by the staff, reaching blatant levels of having these Fuckwits cluster around me, or constrain my egress for some 5 to 10 seconds in the hallway. It is simply amazing as to how many individuals "happen" to be around a corner, or are in the highly constrained hallway between the Sales area and the Service garage. This is only a repeat of the same thing erupting wherever I went when overt harassment started in 04-2002. But as the SS is so interested in my footwear, and my runners got ground down, it was time to replace them with some sturdier walking shoes.
The process of trying on the reserved shoes got problematic when the size 10 was a touch too tight and there was no size 10.5. I tried a few other pairs, but for various reasons, (read, mind-fuck) didn't like them or the colors. After some 30 minutes with minimal staff assistance, I tried on another size 10 pair of the desired color/style, and lo, if they didn't fit much better. All that pissing around for some 30 minutes at the store, walking around in various pairs of shoes, and enduring the visage of the 300+lb store assistant and it was all over once the magic pair was found. Back out into the rain for the drive back to my parents' place. I wanted to load up on the particular kind of shirts in a stretch cotton while there but got totally skunked for desired colors and size. Nothing new there; dashed expectations is all part of the torment, and I have no reason why.
2220h
Another earmuff wearing evening tonight; they are a dark metallic green color and might be the reason that I am getting more green colored vehicles on gangstalking duty. And they maybe the reason for the "varigated green" vehicle clusters; a dark metallic green vehicle with an insipid green (BMW 3 series, a Favored design) vehicle immediately following it. In fact, much closer than regular folk would drive.
Two city bus trips today, to/from my parent's place. My dayglo raingear was in my blue pack when outbound, and I thought I would get a significant freakshow over this, but they were reasonably restrained. I had my coterie around me, and their senseless seat swapping games, as well as the odd thuggy dude and skinhead, but not too many weirds. Coming back in the afternoon was a little different; I was coralled into a rear facing seat with a blonde woman on coughing duty behind me, and a freakish Fuckwit 50 y.o. woman in a burgundy hooded coat with hood up and over her forehead to meet her oversized sunglasses. Totally bizarre to say the least, this get up, but who knows, perhaps it was my mother in some kind of morphover disguise.
Enough for tonight, and onto more pressure washing tomorrow, and a successive Dayglo Day.
It is highly likely that another significant long planned perp initiative was begun today; and that is to have me wear dayglo orange rain gear for some two hours, and then run me across town on an errand with some thousand or more gangstalking vehicles all adding in their contribution, however that is measured by my tormentors. I personally would never purchase dayglo anything as I cannot stand the sight of it, especially in the past few years where they seem to have overridden my normal "couldn't be bothered" reactions. But, as I recieved them "free" from the outgoing grower at the farm I was working at, they are my only reliable raingear. And I have worn plenty of differing kinds and colors, sometimes for all working days over six consecutive weeks in my active forestry field work days. Any of us crew members would trash the rain gear in less than four months and get more, and naturally the supply seemed to change all the time as to kind, supplier, fabric, features, and colors. And too, often the pants of one pair would be worn with the coat of another pair to extend the rain gear's wear duration. Never did I have any clue this was in aid of a covert agency that is absolutely consumed with the color of what I wear, eat, see, touch and all other possible interaction modalities.
Today's rain gear "event", the first in some 15 years, save one rainy day in the daffodil fields last year, was at least planned since 08-2008 when I recieved the new dayglo set. The occasion was that I was power washing moss off my parents' patio, and that the rain gear was essential for the splattering of moss and water while performing this task. And I had my new gumboots on too, purchased yesterday and left at my parents' place, not having brought them to my apartment. So in other words, I was actually dressed for the job, and in never-worn-before clothes, and it also came with the ongoing noise of the pressure washer, the hissing of the water as it contacted the concrete patio surface, as well as the prerequisite noisy overflying aircraft which included one doing aerobatic work.
I finished up the power washing job at lunch time after hosing the side of the house and the plants to remove moss particles and did the same for my raingear which was hung on the fence and hosed with a light setting. (That is, cleaned with water from the house's supply). After lunch I drove across town to get a pair of shoes that were on hold from yesterday, and then the rainstorm came on for the 20 minute drive. And as well, it was falling on me as I went from the vehicle into the mall and walked through to find the store on the opposite side. I had my clusters of gangstalking yellow vehicles, four at a time, and the regulars, the greyscale colors of white, silver-grey, mid-greys and black accompanying them. This same greyscale consort would also surround red colored vehicles (also in many (over 10) clusters), then deep navy blue colors, and even some green variations. There was only about two light tan metallic brown clusters for the 40 minutes of round trip driving. But what rain storm it was, and if you subscribe to this story, you will know that I don't experience anything by chance, but by total and unrelenting design down to the last crumb. Once I got back to my parents' place there was my raingear in the rain. It got its dose of hosing down with city supplied water, and then some 1.5 hours later, by way of the weather system delivered water.
I don't particular make a big deal of this, but as I am constantly fucked with as to where I get my water supply from, and how much water I can imbibe, not to mention swim in, it would seem that my tormentors were engaging in an experiment that was likely enhanced by having me wear dayglo colors. And don't forget that the reason for these colors being so bright is that they are constructively interfering matter waves, and from what I have learned, this is a good thing for the Surrepticious Sicko's (SS) research agenda. An interesting dissertation on colors and related energy theory is JK Harms, and it is very readable.
And I did wear my new shoes later today to the partime cleaning job at the car dealership and I was duly swarmed and gangstalked by the staff, reaching blatant levels of having these Fuckwits cluster around me, or constrain my egress for some 5 to 10 seconds in the hallway. It is simply amazing as to how many individuals "happen" to be around a corner, or are in the highly constrained hallway between the Sales area and the Service garage. This is only a repeat of the same thing erupting wherever I went when overt harassment started in 04-2002. But as the SS is so interested in my footwear, and my runners got ground down, it was time to replace them with some sturdier walking shoes.
The process of trying on the reserved shoes got problematic when the size 10 was a touch too tight and there was no size 10.5. I tried a few other pairs, but for various reasons, (read, mind-fuck) didn't like them or the colors. After some 30 minutes with minimal staff assistance, I tried on another size 10 pair of the desired color/style, and lo, if they didn't fit much better. All that pissing around for some 30 minutes at the store, walking around in various pairs of shoes, and enduring the visage of the 300+lb store assistant and it was all over once the magic pair was found. Back out into the rain for the drive back to my parents' place. I wanted to load up on the particular kind of shirts in a stretch cotton while there but got totally skunked for desired colors and size. Nothing new there; dashed expectations is all part of the torment, and I have no reason why.
2220h
Another earmuff wearing evening tonight; they are a dark metallic green color and might be the reason that I am getting more green colored vehicles on gangstalking duty. And they maybe the reason for the "varigated green" vehicle clusters; a dark metallic green vehicle with an insipid green (BMW 3 series, a Favored design) vehicle immediately following it. In fact, much closer than regular folk would drive.
Two city bus trips today, to/from my parent's place. My dayglo raingear was in my blue pack when outbound, and I thought I would get a significant freakshow over this, but they were reasonably restrained. I had my coterie around me, and their senseless seat swapping games, as well as the odd thuggy dude and skinhead, but not too many weirds. Coming back in the afternoon was a little different; I was coralled into a rear facing seat with a blonde woman on coughing duty behind me, and a freakish Fuckwit 50 y.o. woman in a burgundy hooded coat with hood up and over her forehead to meet her oversized sunglasses. Totally bizarre to say the least, this get up, but who knows, perhaps it was my mother in some kind of morphover disguise.
Enough for tonight, and onto more pressure washing tomorrow, and a successive Dayglo Day.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Detuned Yoga
1330h
The new yoga instructor started today, and like anywhere, she has a different take on how and what to instruct. Her style is decidedly low-key, more about breathing and relaxing and not nearly as energetic as the past instructor. I reckon this is entirely intentional, as there have been past events of removing more active workouts from my existence, and this is the latest. The perps have foiled or prevented me from street jogging, treadmill jogging, swimming and hiking in varying ways, and the reduction in the level of exertion in the yoga class is entirely consistent with past behavior. I suspect that the more active events dissapate my energy all the more, and when they are constantly irradiating me with something energetic all the time, it is a pain for them to re-energize me to keep me at this absurdly high level of electromagnetic energy state. That is my theory, and I have very little gum tissue and very yellow teeth to show for it, the first mentioned symptom also being one of ionizing radiation, though I think that there is something different the perps are beaming at me.
And more red plasma beams were placed in my vision today while at yoga, which is consistent with the "red assault", which was evident in other situations. When walking back from yoga class the perps had six red colored vehicles in formation; two parked, N. facing, two mobile, N facing, and two mobile S. facing, all packed together for me to see at the closest intersection to my apartment block. I also had plenty of red coated gangstalkers on duty; one pair of grannies had a deep red colored long coat, and the other in deep brown, all to loiter in front of me at a location where there are very few pedestrians. I expect more red color games later when I go out to gym.
The perps also treated me to red coloring the label on my shirt; as I have no clothing that would of caused dye run in the washing machine, it is just more of the blatant games that are going on. I also get plenty of red spots on my chest these days, and that must be part of the current perp campaign to keep me red referenced as I move about. And just to think, all those mysterious red dye runs on my clothing that go back decades were these assholes playing covert color games. I always wondered how this happened, and now I know; an organized group of depraved juveniles covertly plants dye stains when clothes are being laundered. Who ever would ever of thought that having deranged employees was an asset?
2035h
I am back at my desk with plenty of time to blog on about how the rest of the day went. I have been to gym class in the afternoon, and suffered the usual harassment in making dinner, e.g. having objects pulled from my grasp, jabbing in my nuts, extra noise often gratuitous, added to many of my actions, planted crumbs from food that hop about and resist me picking them up, and a few other regular stunts to ensure there is reason to vocalize, what the perps really want.
I had my usual 600 to 1,000 vehicles on gangstalking duty, arranged by color and vehicle type. The perps even put on two identical ambulances at the first intersection when leaving the gym. They were both parked on the N. side of the road (Fort St.), one facing W. the other E. (wrong side of road normally), and about 12' apart, the back doors facing each other. As the perps devote much effort to bringing over Japanese RH drive vehicles to pass by me, I will assume that this arranged ambulance pair was all about creating some kind of replicate of this condition of handedness and which side of the road a vehicle is on. Both ambulances had their red and white lights flashing which I am sure enhances the bioelectromagnetic energies in some way so to read me and better assess the energetic interactions.
I got plenty of plasma spots and flashes chasing down where I looked when at the gym floor exercise room. If I look away, the perps will plant the same plasma spot (by size, shape and color) where I next look. Today, they were onto purples and blue plasma games, though elsewhere they got into more variety. I had my freaks at gym class again; the Mr. Ethnic Gut and Mr. New Bald were staying in my peripherial vision or else were seen in the mirror; I did not see either of these freaks who have been assigned to hound me in my central vision, and that is all for the good. Which suggests the entire bioenergetics activity, (aka remote energetics assay) related to seeing Unfavored group members is one of attrition; keeping the freak proximate but unseen or in my peripherial vision only. The Largest Blonde was also there today, and she too kept herself from being seen for any duration of a second or more. Other members of the Unfavored were two negros they put on, one with the fright doll hairdo, and they too stayed out of sight for the most part, and only came in close once to then "perturb me" (read, mind-controlled reaction), to have me move on to do another routine. For the most part, today's gym class, and including all the public members there too, was one of vision avoidance, both them and me.
I also got another "shoe stalker", today; these are ambulatory gangstalkers packing a pair of shoes in their hands, soles facing down, as if to replicate the energetics of a second pair of shoes on the sidewalk. On Monday, when driving into downtown with my mother in the vehicle, the perps had three pairs of shoes dangling by their tied laces from the same overhead wire that crossed the street. This would be another form of "shoe stalking", but without the ambulatory operative. Regular readers will recall that my perp abetting parents routinely mess around with their feet, shoes and socks while I am there, my father using the dementia cover story bullshit that is getting rather tiresome, as he clearly violates what a dementia patient would be capable of. A joke that has gone on for too long.
There were a huge contingent of navy blue gangstalking vehicles on me this afternoon when walking to gym and back; sometimes clusters of five or more, or else the vehicles were arranged at differing points of the intersection, but always in motion. Another vehicle color that featured big today was dark green, starting with a dark green BMW wagon on a white tow truck outside my apartment block when headed for yoga. It too, was parked on the wrong side of the road, backing up to the conventionally parked BMW.
Another regular feature of my walking to gym and back is the prominence of conrete pouring and finishing with related sidewalk maintenance. Two road wide trenches were dug two days ago and the vehicular traffic crossed these by way of thick steel plates over the ditch. But today, the ditches were filled with concrete, and are awaiting a final ashphalt fill-in of some 4". One operative even stood in the trench on the newly poured concrete to give himself a better concrete energetic interaction for him to have when he passed me by. I just don't get it; why all this effort to be covertly and nonconsensually experimenting upon me. There must be a huge payoff for the degree of effort they are devoting to harassing and abusing me, all made problematic by their past fuckups of extreme proportions, mentioned in past blogs.
On a second "concrete job" the perps poured two days ago, they brought the redi-mix truck back to sit in the same location as it was then, all to have me walk by and repeat the experience with the set concrete and probably the same concrete delivery truck as that of two days ago.
One gangstalking accouterment today was a brown cardboard box. At least three gangstalkers independently were carrying a brown box, and in each case, it was within minutes of setting off on my outing. Another gangstalker was packing a brown paper bag and eating a large cookie in this same temporality of beginning my walk back from the gym. This fits the perp's brown color problem, and my best take is that these are used as color references to be displayed in my proximity.
And one of the all time boneheaded driving stunts I have seen was performed today; I was waiting at mid-block crosswalk for the road traffic to clear, and this driver stops in the center of the crosswalk. I have never seen something so utterly boneheaded when he had all the time in the world to stop at the stop line, some 5' back. Totally deranged IMHO, or DWD, Driving While Directed (or should it now mean Deranged?).
2220h
More time spent reading about stereo equipment, a topic the perps like to keep me on, though the reasons are likely many. They like me looking at box shapes, the typical electronic gear, and like to noisestalk me when reading the specifications. They also like me looking at copper made or colored objects as part of their fixation with showing me various metals.
2240h
My music listening never got really going tonight; the perps had the headphones "creak", the shit ones that are allowed and not my expensive and much superior Grados. The Grados are usually messed with whenever I use them; only one channel will "work", and I am consigned to a garbage pair of Sonys in a silver grey colored plastic, which "somehow" is given acreaking noise at my ears now. Another pastime fucked with.
Anyhow, time to call this day done, and ponder whatever harassment games are lined up for me tonight.
The new yoga instructor started today, and like anywhere, she has a different take on how and what to instruct. Her style is decidedly low-key, more about breathing and relaxing and not nearly as energetic as the past instructor. I reckon this is entirely intentional, as there have been past events of removing more active workouts from my existence, and this is the latest. The perps have foiled or prevented me from street jogging, treadmill jogging, swimming and hiking in varying ways, and the reduction in the level of exertion in the yoga class is entirely consistent with past behavior. I suspect that the more active events dissapate my energy all the more, and when they are constantly irradiating me with something energetic all the time, it is a pain for them to re-energize me to keep me at this absurdly high level of electromagnetic energy state. That is my theory, and I have very little gum tissue and very yellow teeth to show for it, the first mentioned symptom also being one of ionizing radiation, though I think that there is something different the perps are beaming at me.
And more red plasma beams were placed in my vision today while at yoga, which is consistent with the "red assault", which was evident in other situations. When walking back from yoga class the perps had six red colored vehicles in formation; two parked, N. facing, two mobile, N facing, and two mobile S. facing, all packed together for me to see at the closest intersection to my apartment block. I also had plenty of red coated gangstalkers on duty; one pair of grannies had a deep red colored long coat, and the other in deep brown, all to loiter in front of me at a location where there are very few pedestrians. I expect more red color games later when I go out to gym.
The perps also treated me to red coloring the label on my shirt; as I have no clothing that would of caused dye run in the washing machine, it is just more of the blatant games that are going on. I also get plenty of red spots on my chest these days, and that must be part of the current perp campaign to keep me red referenced as I move about. And just to think, all those mysterious red dye runs on my clothing that go back decades were these assholes playing covert color games. I always wondered how this happened, and now I know; an organized group of depraved juveniles covertly plants dye stains when clothes are being laundered. Who ever would ever of thought that having deranged employees was an asset?
2035h
I am back at my desk with plenty of time to blog on about how the rest of the day went. I have been to gym class in the afternoon, and suffered the usual harassment in making dinner, e.g. having objects pulled from my grasp, jabbing in my nuts, extra noise often gratuitous, added to many of my actions, planted crumbs from food that hop about and resist me picking them up, and a few other regular stunts to ensure there is reason to vocalize, what the perps really want.
I had my usual 600 to 1,000 vehicles on gangstalking duty, arranged by color and vehicle type. The perps even put on two identical ambulances at the first intersection when leaving the gym. They were both parked on the N. side of the road (Fort St.), one facing W. the other E. (wrong side of road normally), and about 12' apart, the back doors facing each other. As the perps devote much effort to bringing over Japanese RH drive vehicles to pass by me, I will assume that this arranged ambulance pair was all about creating some kind of replicate of this condition of handedness and which side of the road a vehicle is on. Both ambulances had their red and white lights flashing which I am sure enhances the bioelectromagnetic energies in some way so to read me and better assess the energetic interactions.
I got plenty of plasma spots and flashes chasing down where I looked when at the gym floor exercise room. If I look away, the perps will plant the same plasma spot (by size, shape and color) where I next look. Today, they were onto purples and blue plasma games, though elsewhere they got into more variety. I had my freaks at gym class again; the Mr. Ethnic Gut and Mr. New Bald were staying in my peripherial vision or else were seen in the mirror; I did not see either of these freaks who have been assigned to hound me in my central vision, and that is all for the good. Which suggests the entire bioenergetics activity, (aka remote energetics assay) related to seeing Unfavored group members is one of attrition; keeping the freak proximate but unseen or in my peripherial vision only. The Largest Blonde was also there today, and she too kept herself from being seen for any duration of a second or more. Other members of the Unfavored were two negros they put on, one with the fright doll hairdo, and they too stayed out of sight for the most part, and only came in close once to then "perturb me" (read, mind-controlled reaction), to have me move on to do another routine. For the most part, today's gym class, and including all the public members there too, was one of vision avoidance, both them and me.
I also got another "shoe stalker", today; these are ambulatory gangstalkers packing a pair of shoes in their hands, soles facing down, as if to replicate the energetics of a second pair of shoes on the sidewalk. On Monday, when driving into downtown with my mother in the vehicle, the perps had three pairs of shoes dangling by their tied laces from the same overhead wire that crossed the street. This would be another form of "shoe stalking", but without the ambulatory operative. Regular readers will recall that my perp abetting parents routinely mess around with their feet, shoes and socks while I am there, my father using the dementia cover story bullshit that is getting rather tiresome, as he clearly violates what a dementia patient would be capable of. A joke that has gone on for too long.
There were a huge contingent of navy blue gangstalking vehicles on me this afternoon when walking to gym and back; sometimes clusters of five or more, or else the vehicles were arranged at differing points of the intersection, but always in motion. Another vehicle color that featured big today was dark green, starting with a dark green BMW wagon on a white tow truck outside my apartment block when headed for yoga. It too, was parked on the wrong side of the road, backing up to the conventionally parked BMW.
Another regular feature of my walking to gym and back is the prominence of conrete pouring and finishing with related sidewalk maintenance. Two road wide trenches were dug two days ago and the vehicular traffic crossed these by way of thick steel plates over the ditch. But today, the ditches were filled with concrete, and are awaiting a final ashphalt fill-in of some 4". One operative even stood in the trench on the newly poured concrete to give himself a better concrete energetic interaction for him to have when he passed me by. I just don't get it; why all this effort to be covertly and nonconsensually experimenting upon me. There must be a huge payoff for the degree of effort they are devoting to harassing and abusing me, all made problematic by their past fuckups of extreme proportions, mentioned in past blogs.
On a second "concrete job" the perps poured two days ago, they brought the redi-mix truck back to sit in the same location as it was then, all to have me walk by and repeat the experience with the set concrete and probably the same concrete delivery truck as that of two days ago.
One gangstalking accouterment today was a brown cardboard box. At least three gangstalkers independently were carrying a brown box, and in each case, it was within minutes of setting off on my outing. Another gangstalker was packing a brown paper bag and eating a large cookie in this same temporality of beginning my walk back from the gym. This fits the perp's brown color problem, and my best take is that these are used as color references to be displayed in my proximity.
And one of the all time boneheaded driving stunts I have seen was performed today; I was waiting at mid-block crosswalk for the road traffic to clear, and this driver stops in the center of the crosswalk. I have never seen something so utterly boneheaded when he had all the time in the world to stop at the stop line, some 5' back. Totally deranged IMHO, or DWD, Driving While Directed (or should it now mean Deranged?).
2220h
More time spent reading about stereo equipment, a topic the perps like to keep me on, though the reasons are likely many. They like me looking at box shapes, the typical electronic gear, and like to noisestalk me when reading the specifications. They also like me looking at copper made or colored objects as part of their fixation with showing me various metals.
2240h
My music listening never got really going tonight; the perps had the headphones "creak", the shit ones that are allowed and not my expensive and much superior Grados. The Grados are usually messed with whenever I use them; only one channel will "work", and I am consigned to a garbage pair of Sonys in a silver grey colored plastic, which "somehow" is given acreaking noise at my ears now. Another pastime fucked with.
Anyhow, time to call this day done, and ponder whatever harassment games are lined up for me tonight.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Dental Cleaning
1340h
Another holy gangstalk event is teeth cleaning, and this time a new hygeinist with a reddish brown hair, who also "popped out" from behind the wall as I was turning around it. I got to lie down on the camel brown chair again, and watch the plasma and maser show that erupts anytime I am there. She did her cleaning, and afterward I imbibed the special bright green colored solution in two lifts to rinse out my mouth. Then the female dentist came in and looked over my teeth and gums, as I had indicated there had been sore gums two weeks ago.
I suspect the sore gums were planted on me to give the black, now slightly grey, haired dentist to look me over, and then exchange dialog over my diet. Regular readers will know that I am mind-fucked into eating nearly the same food all the time, and "somehow", I don't seem to mind, another mind-fuck. Anyhow, I was almost inveigled to reveal this to the dentist, but I said that there wasn't much of a change in my diet, so which she seemed to express a subtle fleeting smile. I am sure I was to see this, but it does amaze me that the perps plan these sub-second visual clues for me to pick up, and they do this successfully all the time as far as I know.
1825h
A busy afternoon; I walked back some of the route I took the bus on for the above morning dental appointment, and went to my strength training group that is run by the mental health program to which I must submit to recieve my subsidy for rent.
This was the same route I walked yesterday, and it would be a fair comment to suggest that it was no coincidence. I should mention that I did aerobics, cardio-kick and strength training when I was in Seattle for 3.5 years begining in 1999, the "warm up" time before everything crashed down on me and I was cast into this sick pit of perpetual torment.
The planted notion, and possibly true, is that the assholes are now resuming this particular angle of "investigation"/harassment which ended in 2002. It was much the the same vibe as any of the gangstalk scenarios, and I was one of three newbies inducted into this ongoing session where there were already over 20 of them in place. This was at the revamped Oak Bay Recreation Center that was expanded in 2004, and from my perspective, it would seem for the purpose of continuing the "exercise" option of harassment. They can have their fuckers move onto equipment before or after me, and it is all perfectly normal for that social situation.
I thought is was interesting that one of the regulars, who I know to be one of the gangstalk assholes at the hospital in 2003, was there, and asked me what some equipment was called, as he had to log the use. Funny that he should of asked me, first time there. And then I thought more about what had transpired; I was working out nearby on another piece of equipment, and "I" had (was planted with) the notion of upping the weight level at the end of the cycle of 12 reps, what we are to do. As it "so happened" he asked me this dumbfuck question (in hindsight) at the very moment "I" had the notion to change the weights, and "somehow" that notion did not get exercised. So there must be something the fuckers are looking for in terms of neural energetics that relates to intent, and by thwarting it, they think they can identify it. This is consistent with the assholes changing my mind for me when I make a decision, or sometimes they will change the parameters to force a change in the decision.
So, it is clear that all my self talk is now polluted with the perps planting notions to "guide me", and it could be to do anything. My moral reasoning is also controllable as I have come to know, and "I" have been fucked into reasoning the wrong solution altogether so often of late that I cannot trust my own thoughts. I am totally dependent on these assholes for everything I do.
It was a decent workout, and it seems that the perps have stacked Tuesdays and Thursdays with both yoga beforehand, and then this new strength training afterward, save today, where instead I had a dental appointment, which has to be nirvana for having the victim (me) captive and someone working closely on them, and in their mouth. Never mind all the brown color exposure from the dental chair and the dental hygeinist. The number of "open mouthing" or bared teethed gangstalkers has gone up of late, and they don't mind how fucking stupid they look while they are at it. And they make no bones about covering me with gangstalkers before or after I enter this apartment building, and are on me if I take the stairs instead of the elevator with more blatant gangstalking assholes and their funny hats.
At the workout there was a negro woman circulating around me, and lo, if she didn't end up beside me at the organized group session for doing floor exercises. As mentioned in the past, I don't have any issue with any racial group, I only report on the sicko's games in stacking the deck with various racial combinations, some of them ludicrous for this city, which has very few black people. In the past I have worked with blacks, and I really do wonder if these weren't arranged as well.
While walking and from to the recreation center, it was apparent that another game that the perps like to show me is vehicular bozos and the strange driving behaviors they have their operatives perform, to be observed by me. An example is the cyclist/operative cutting in front of a 5 tonne commercial truck to make a lefthand turn without the cyclist even bothering to look. Then this same slower truck has a "Cheers" moment in the center of the intersection where all the passengers in the cab start waving to one of their cronies standing at the intersection, and lo, if the driver/operative didn't sound the horn as well. It is fucking absurd, all these orchestrated "friendly exchanges" that erupt everywhere I go.
Other driving stunts are to have vehicles pull over to block cycle lanes, sit in mid-street to make a left turn and refuse to take safe opportunities to do so, the mid-street turnarounds are still going on quieter streets, and some coordinated "near misses".
1935h
I am getting a new form of harassment in this new apartment; the sun is setting in the West, and is "happening" to reflect off the windows of the apartment building some 120' away, and the seeming "residents" have now taken to moving these windows up and down to create flickering, flashes and targeted beams, exactly on me. As with anyone's apartment window, no one really moves it more than a few times a day, and I "happen" to be at the butt end of a hyperactive window adjuster "resident", and as mentioned, this is directed as me as I am typing this.
Obviously the static window reflection version, mentioned a few days ago, improbably probing the back wall of my E. facing apartment of the last few days, wasn't enough fuckery games. Then the tower that is a block away will start to glow and no doubt someone will attempt the same stunt from 200 yards away. Perhaps not today, but soon. Based on their infatuation with this game, it is going to be a long hot summer, as the sun will be brighter until the summer solstice in late June.
2005h
The second reflective tower's light is trained on me as I am typing, along with some vision fuckery to go with it. And as if on cue, the cathedral has started up it's Tuesday bell ringing practice, one of the regular ringings that I came to learn of in this neighborhood before the last residence location.
And while that background of light and vibrational energy is going on, what a coincidence it is that I should be reading this Nexus article on energy fields that can be seen in three dimensions, the successor to Kirlian photography. It seems that this energy can be seen with Dr. Oldfield's equipment, and that they correspond to the energy meridians of acupuncture practice. That Dr. Oldfield recieved a prestigious award from his peers suggests that he is onto the real deal, and is following in the footsteps to some degree of the sick assholes hounding me 24/7. Though I sense in the latter case they are substantially further ahead and can artificially generate these energies to control brain and body function, at nearly every possible level. This may even be a "gimme" from the perps, knowing that there are some obstructions planned should researchers come too close in emulating the perp's current remotely applied operational mind control activities. And that isn't even the half of it from my experience, as these capabilities seem to be applied to animals, weather systems, plant growth and other living systems.
I also thought it interesting that Dr. Oldfield had an experience with a ghostly dog in one of his field recording setups at an ancient worship site. His experience, which he attributed to the animal being on another energy plane, was exacerbated when he inadvertently scraped a metal recording probe with a rock. This ghostly dog reacted to the energetic interaction and came at him with bared fangs, and Dr. Oldfield calmed the dog down with soothing words, though in retrospect, he said he didn't know how he managed to find such calming words. And that too is a familiar, almost everyday experience, words coming out of me that are not mine. Hmm... could he be under the perps' mind-fuck operations?
But it is clear to me that the perps often arrange rock scraping, grinding, hauling, and other games in my proximity. Some parents even have their kids go and bash rocks for no apparent reason when I show up, usually meeting them on hiking trails. Very curious all this.
2040h
As I do more reading on the above topic and explore the links, the perps have started up a rumbling noise, making it out to be the sliding glass door of the "neigbbors", but it just so "happens" that this noise is also on a hyperactive schedule, is 10x louder than it should be, and is occuring right over my head, when it should be 10' away or more, where my sliding glass window is. The fuckers went silly on this noise last night too, just after I went to bed, they went into a hyper state of putting in on, some dozen times or more. And who accesses their balcony door that many times at midnight or so? Only the sick assholes who have unilaterally trashed my life, reducing it to an subsistence, after fucking with me covertly for over 47 years. The worst exposition of pernicious thanklessness that I ever want to know about.
2155h
I am reading another fascinating Nexus article, this about T. Lobsang Rampa, who I had not heard of before. And while I read this, another round of accelerated rumbling noise has started up, and the fact that it in no way emulates real life neighbor activity, that it comes from many directions (and my sliding glass door doesn't make a tenth of the noise), suggests that it is back to the extended noise assaults of the last residence location. It seems that anything I do, or more lie\kely scripted to do by the perps, is total noisestalk bait, and the rest of the phenomenon they continue to fuck me with.
And just to emphasize that, I was noisestalked with the near ubiquitous glass bottle bashing noise that was in evidence there too. Nothing much changes, save the noise mix; the absurdity of any human making this degree of noise and disruption is nigh impossible. Back to the control room theory and the ability of the fuckers to project sound and vibration from remote locations, and specify the volume and sonic frequencies in advance. Back to the under assault regimen, as if had lifted for a week, which it surely hadn't.
2245h
More readings with ferocious emanations coming from the LCD display; all day I have been plagued with the vision impairing emanations, and it is not the usual maser zinger balls and filamentous trails floating around.
Time to blog off for another busy day, and back to the same location as yesterday; the pointless doctor's visit.
Another holy gangstalk event is teeth cleaning, and this time a new hygeinist with a reddish brown hair, who also "popped out" from behind the wall as I was turning around it. I got to lie down on the camel brown chair again, and watch the plasma and maser show that erupts anytime I am there. She did her cleaning, and afterward I imbibed the special bright green colored solution in two lifts to rinse out my mouth. Then the female dentist came in and looked over my teeth and gums, as I had indicated there had been sore gums two weeks ago.
I suspect the sore gums were planted on me to give the black, now slightly grey, haired dentist to look me over, and then exchange dialog over my diet. Regular readers will know that I am mind-fucked into eating nearly the same food all the time, and "somehow", I don't seem to mind, another mind-fuck. Anyhow, I was almost inveigled to reveal this to the dentist, but I said that there wasn't much of a change in my diet, so which she seemed to express a subtle fleeting smile. I am sure I was to see this, but it does amaze me that the perps plan these sub-second visual clues for me to pick up, and they do this successfully all the time as far as I know.
1825h
A busy afternoon; I walked back some of the route I took the bus on for the above morning dental appointment, and went to my strength training group that is run by the mental health program to which I must submit to recieve my subsidy for rent.
This was the same route I walked yesterday, and it would be a fair comment to suggest that it was no coincidence. I should mention that I did aerobics, cardio-kick and strength training when I was in Seattle for 3.5 years begining in 1999, the "warm up" time before everything crashed down on me and I was cast into this sick pit of perpetual torment.
The planted notion, and possibly true, is that the assholes are now resuming this particular angle of "investigation"/harassment which ended in 2002. It was much the the same vibe as any of the gangstalk scenarios, and I was one of three newbies inducted into this ongoing session where there were already over 20 of them in place. This was at the revamped Oak Bay Recreation Center that was expanded in 2004, and from my perspective, it would seem for the purpose of continuing the "exercise" option of harassment. They can have their fuckers move onto equipment before or after me, and it is all perfectly normal for that social situation.
I thought is was interesting that one of the regulars, who I know to be one of the gangstalk assholes at the hospital in 2003, was there, and asked me what some equipment was called, as he had to log the use. Funny that he should of asked me, first time there. And then I thought more about what had transpired; I was working out nearby on another piece of equipment, and "I" had (was planted with) the notion of upping the weight level at the end of the cycle of 12 reps, what we are to do. As it "so happened" he asked me this dumbfuck question (in hindsight) at the very moment "I" had the notion to change the weights, and "somehow" that notion did not get exercised. So there must be something the fuckers are looking for in terms of neural energetics that relates to intent, and by thwarting it, they think they can identify it. This is consistent with the assholes changing my mind for me when I make a decision, or sometimes they will change the parameters to force a change in the decision.
So, it is clear that all my self talk is now polluted with the perps planting notions to "guide me", and it could be to do anything. My moral reasoning is also controllable as I have come to know, and "I" have been fucked into reasoning the wrong solution altogether so often of late that I cannot trust my own thoughts. I am totally dependent on these assholes for everything I do.
It was a decent workout, and it seems that the perps have stacked Tuesdays and Thursdays with both yoga beforehand, and then this new strength training afterward, save today, where instead I had a dental appointment, which has to be nirvana for having the victim (me) captive and someone working closely on them, and in their mouth. Never mind all the brown color exposure from the dental chair and the dental hygeinist. The number of "open mouthing" or bared teethed gangstalkers has gone up of late, and they don't mind how fucking stupid they look while they are at it. And they make no bones about covering me with gangstalkers before or after I enter this apartment building, and are on me if I take the stairs instead of the elevator with more blatant gangstalking assholes and their funny hats.
At the workout there was a negro woman circulating around me, and lo, if she didn't end up beside me at the organized group session for doing floor exercises. As mentioned in the past, I don't have any issue with any racial group, I only report on the sicko's games in stacking the deck with various racial combinations, some of them ludicrous for this city, which has very few black people. In the past I have worked with blacks, and I really do wonder if these weren't arranged as well.
While walking and from to the recreation center, it was apparent that another game that the perps like to show me is vehicular bozos and the strange driving behaviors they have their operatives perform, to be observed by me. An example is the cyclist/operative cutting in front of a 5 tonne commercial truck to make a lefthand turn without the cyclist even bothering to look. Then this same slower truck has a "Cheers" moment in the center of the intersection where all the passengers in the cab start waving to one of their cronies standing at the intersection, and lo, if the driver/operative didn't sound the horn as well. It is fucking absurd, all these orchestrated "friendly exchanges" that erupt everywhere I go.
Other driving stunts are to have vehicles pull over to block cycle lanes, sit in mid-street to make a left turn and refuse to take safe opportunities to do so, the mid-street turnarounds are still going on quieter streets, and some coordinated "near misses".
1935h
I am getting a new form of harassment in this new apartment; the sun is setting in the West, and is "happening" to reflect off the windows of the apartment building some 120' away, and the seeming "residents" have now taken to moving these windows up and down to create flickering, flashes and targeted beams, exactly on me. As with anyone's apartment window, no one really moves it more than a few times a day, and I "happen" to be at the butt end of a hyperactive window adjuster "resident", and as mentioned, this is directed as me as I am typing this.
Obviously the static window reflection version, mentioned a few days ago, improbably probing the back wall of my E. facing apartment of the last few days, wasn't enough fuckery games. Then the tower that is a block away will start to glow and no doubt someone will attempt the same stunt from 200 yards away. Perhaps not today, but soon. Based on their infatuation with this game, it is going to be a long hot summer, as the sun will be brighter until the summer solstice in late June.
2005h
The second reflective tower's light is trained on me as I am typing, along with some vision fuckery to go with it. And as if on cue, the cathedral has started up it's Tuesday bell ringing practice, one of the regular ringings that I came to learn of in this neighborhood before the last residence location.
And while that background of light and vibrational energy is going on, what a coincidence it is that I should be reading this Nexus article on energy fields that can be seen in three dimensions, the successor to Kirlian photography. It seems that this energy can be seen with Dr. Oldfield's equipment, and that they correspond to the energy meridians of acupuncture practice. That Dr. Oldfield recieved a prestigious award from his peers suggests that he is onto the real deal, and is following in the footsteps to some degree of the sick assholes hounding me 24/7. Though I sense in the latter case they are substantially further ahead and can artificially generate these energies to control brain and body function, at nearly every possible level. This may even be a "gimme" from the perps, knowing that there are some obstructions planned should researchers come too close in emulating the perp's current remotely applied operational mind control activities. And that isn't even the half of it from my experience, as these capabilities seem to be applied to animals, weather systems, plant growth and other living systems.
I also thought it interesting that Dr. Oldfield had an experience with a ghostly dog in one of his field recording setups at an ancient worship site. His experience, which he attributed to the animal being on another energy plane, was exacerbated when he inadvertently scraped a metal recording probe with a rock. This ghostly dog reacted to the energetic interaction and came at him with bared fangs, and Dr. Oldfield calmed the dog down with soothing words, though in retrospect, he said he didn't know how he managed to find such calming words. And that too is a familiar, almost everyday experience, words coming out of me that are not mine. Hmm... could he be under the perps' mind-fuck operations?
But it is clear to me that the perps often arrange rock scraping, grinding, hauling, and other games in my proximity. Some parents even have their kids go and bash rocks for no apparent reason when I show up, usually meeting them on hiking trails. Very curious all this.
2040h
As I do more reading on the above topic and explore the links, the perps have started up a rumbling noise, making it out to be the sliding glass door of the "neigbbors", but it just so "happens" that this noise is also on a hyperactive schedule, is 10x louder than it should be, and is occuring right over my head, when it should be 10' away or more, where my sliding glass window is. The fuckers went silly on this noise last night too, just after I went to bed, they went into a hyper state of putting in on, some dozen times or more. And who accesses their balcony door that many times at midnight or so? Only the sick assholes who have unilaterally trashed my life, reducing it to an subsistence, after fucking with me covertly for over 47 years. The worst exposition of pernicious thanklessness that I ever want to know about.
2155h
I am reading another fascinating Nexus article, this about T. Lobsang Rampa, who I had not heard of before. And while I read this, another round of accelerated rumbling noise has started up, and the fact that it in no way emulates real life neighbor activity, that it comes from many directions (and my sliding glass door doesn't make a tenth of the noise), suggests that it is back to the extended noise assaults of the last residence location. It seems that anything I do, or more lie\kely scripted to do by the perps, is total noisestalk bait, and the rest of the phenomenon they continue to fuck me with.
And just to emphasize that, I was noisestalked with the near ubiquitous glass bottle bashing noise that was in evidence there too. Nothing much changes, save the noise mix; the absurdity of any human making this degree of noise and disruption is nigh impossible. Back to the control room theory and the ability of the fuckers to project sound and vibration from remote locations, and specify the volume and sonic frequencies in advance. Back to the under assault regimen, as if had lifted for a week, which it surely hadn't.
2245h
More readings with ferocious emanations coming from the LCD display; all day I have been plagued with the vision impairing emanations, and it is not the usual maser zinger balls and filamentous trails floating around.
Time to blog off for another busy day, and back to the same location as yesterday; the pointless doctor's visit.
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