06-27-2016
The yoga-stalk gets extra blog coverage on tis blog as it is on Monday, the first day of the week I start a new post. There was a visiting Man Bun, that is, a male wearing his long hair as a bun on his head, about the most ridiculous male hair style I have come to witness. A man bun is even more ridiculous than a 8" diameter afro IMHO of male hairstyles. But his real guise was revealed after class when he hung around to then lead me out into the parking lot where he got into his mud splattered vehicle. It has been long noted that the perps just love to put on mud splattered vehicles around me, and having a yogi arrive and then depart from such a perp prop takes the cake.
And if that strange male look wasn't enough, they put on another long haired dude in sloppy shorts to his kness with a do-rag to contain his hair. How ridiculous. Call me a fusty fart if you want, but all these strange male hairdos have been grist in the stalking retinue for a decade or longer, and now they are erupting in my yoga class. Nothing is sacred or free from perp invasion.
Earlier in the day I got messed around at work; I had a text message Sunday evening that I was to be doing winery work the next day, and dressed with shorts for the occasion. On Monday morning I get a text message that I was to be doing weed eating work, which pissed me off considerably as my bare legs get thrashed with flying gravel and other debris. So yet again, my preventive measures, for when I am allowed to recall them, get defeated my last minute fuckery.
The perps had me "forget" my testosterone injection last night, and just like supplements, it seems they like to experiment with delayed or forgone medication intake. Or perhaps, having me go off schedule for whatever reason, as they get a charge out that too; e.g. delaying buses, changing work start times etc.
And the perps decided to rub it in and use it as an excuse for making me feel fragile today for some reason.
Some 20 screamings at the assholes while making dinner, same for each of the last three evenings. Besides finger fumbling, picking up the wrong item, sending me to the wrong cupboard or drawer, etc. they like to flick food and liquids. I cannot count the number of strange hops and bounces that these items take in a given day. Food preparation is under heavy assault of late, which means they like to infuriate me all the more.
06-28-2016
I worked two jobs today, the first one with lots of interuptions. Not only do interuptions serve the perps, but getting direction from different individuals seems to be part of the scope. Then onto my second job, replete with my vehicular gangstalker leading me on this obscure route from one vineyard to the next, where he "happened" to be going next door to my target destination. Not bad for being in the country, and I was vehicularly stalked going the opposite direction on the same road last week. Why am I not surprised?
I finished dishes etc at 2000h and was to head to the supermarket but the assholes blatantly re-directed me to bed for a one hour nap attack.Talk about thwarted will. And when at the supermarket, why, they were out of the very thing I wanted, cooked chicken. I had to settle for cold breaded chicken. And did I mention I avoid bread and gluten like the plague, and this was the only cooked chicken available. Thanks a bunch assholes.
The cute supermarket cashier "happened" to be passing through and crossing my path on my way in, and even gave me a "hello" in passing as I entered the store. To which I politely responded. (Some 99% of the time they ignore my entry into the store). Then there she was at the chicken counter too when I got skunked per above. I had my usual "repeat freaks", aka, gangstalkers in the store, and when finished at that nagging self checkout voice over, why, the cute one "happened" to be standing around and bid me farewell. Again, I returned with a polite reply and headed out the door.
And what is it about large waddling males in baggy shorts the perps so love to put on for me to see? Those big guts and fat legs are quite disgusting.
The Psychopaths foiled my intended music listening in the vineyard two days ago, Sunday. The Power Amp app couldn't find the files even if it could find all the albums, songs and artists no problem. It just wouldn't play music. The default Android music player app was a total piece of shit and had no visible means to select or unselect music. And why is it the perps continually sabotage music players, from Discmen, to CD players (of the past at least), to digital players, e.g. Android phones. And add on the relentless sabotage of headphones and I'm lucky if anything can play, outside of my home system. Add to that, my co-worker, constantly "forgets" to bring his portable speaker that plugs into his phone. It is totally fucking insane that I am not allowed to listen to music when and where I want.
06-29-2016
Got my bone scan done today, driving to the bigger city. They inject radioactive technetium and then have wait three hours when it is taken up into one's bones. So three hours to kick around Kelowna, visiting my favorite used book store for used CD's and even two books. Both of which were biographies of males, Putin (The Man Without a Face) and Keith Richards (Life). The perps like me to read biographies for whatever reason, and keep me away from fiction as a rule. Though lately my reading is about prostate cancer, learning all I can as the urologist is such a pill, the information disclosure avoidant kind.
And interestingly, it takes two weeks for the technetium's radioactivity to subside to undetectable levels; one needs a letter from the hospital if one is to cross borders. Not that it is a concern, see below.
07-01-2016
Friday, and a national holiday here, akin to July 4 in the US. A "double" long weekend if one flits between borders; Friday July 1 in Canada, and then Monday July 4 in USA. Not that I do cross borders, in good measure due to an unprovoked gun pulling event by the INS in 2002, the first year the perps went berserk/overt on me. Besides, I don't have whole lot of dough to go spendy on holidays anyhow.
A 3.5 hour nap attack this afternoon, though one of the rare times that it may have had some basis in real sleep demand. I was sleep deprived over the prior two days, and finished work an hour early as the rain came in on the vineyard. I put my head down at 1530h and got up at 1900h. Then an hour of recovering from this long nap when on my feet and then back to bed. No wonder so many things aren't getting done. I tried to make a list of these items and they shut me down after ten items when there was many more.
07-02-2016
An early start to the day, working for the casual labor vineyard employer. Most strange crew make up today, though it is on the heels of Canada Day and on a long weekend to boot. At first only two other E. Indian workers, an older woman and a young one and the foreman. Both doing the shawls and the older woman with this large bill cap as well, a seeming favorite get up for the older female E. Indian women. We went into the wrong vineyard section at first, and the foreman didn't seem to need to enure that we started in the right place, he being preoccupied with something else. (As most of the direction is in Punjabi, I just follow them). This was through a trellis wire vineyard, the normal kind one sees in the dreamy PR photos that promote wine. Anyhow, at some point he figured it out and redirected us to the high density "post" vineyard, where a single vine grows next to a sturdy post and the vines are wrapped around it to contain the sprawl of canes As it turned out, this was quite different from the stalking perspective as there were no wires and anyone can freely cross rows or get into other's rows. This particular kind of vine training system seems to be experimental more than anything else, but the rows are only 4' wide.
At this point, the "four turbans" arrived, that is, male E. Indians, and they stayed with the crew for the rest of the day. About two hours later, another E. Indian arrived, the same one as last year who looks suspiciously like my brother; the same build and height and similar facial features though with much darkened skin and in a ball cap, jeans (instead of the pajama outfits) and clean shaven. I find it most odd that this particular individual needs to be inserted a few hours later than anyone else, and this has been his consistent arrival pattern. Yes, he speaks Punjabi, but in past perp operative stalking experience this is another mutable feature; having an operative Fuckwit speak another language or with an prominent accent is nothing new to me.
It was me and 7 Punjabis on this crew today, and not a big deal, and I am very used to being ignored as I am not one of them. Besides, apart from the foreman, none seem to speak much English. Welcome to farm work.
But, the perps pulled an asshole move; they sabotaged my vehicle by separating the exhaust head pipe from the rest of it so that the vehicle now makes this awful loud hoarse noise, not unlike the plethora of loud mufflered vehicles I get from vehicular gangstalking. It was the last thing I needed; not only the infernal noise but also the upcoming expense. And the perps decided to make it obvious, as when I pulled into park there was no noise. And when I relocated, why, the exhaust/no muffler noise erupted for the first time. In other words, unprovoked vehicle sabotage of no seeming origin.
Needless to say I was not amused that I had to drive 40 minutes back on the highway with this extra loud exhaust noise.
07-03-2016
Sunday, and a rare day off for this vineyard worker. But I need it, if nothing else to normalize my sleep habits. No major vehicle outings, say, for a hike, as I cannot bear the noisy muffler. And on my one outing today for the "forgets" from yesterday, why, the vehicular gangstalk trains were in place and for my every turn. Go figure.
I cleaned up the bathroom of all the hairs that seem to be teleported, a good percentage (over 80%) are obviously not mine. For example, eye lashes that are much longer than mine and are all black. Like WTF; mine are brown with blonde tips, so where do these thicker, longer and all-black eyelashes come from? And believe me, there are no others, or more accurately, no women, venturing into my existence let alone visiting me. I am a pariah to say the least, and possibly among my own crowd, TI's to be specific.
Much reading on prostate cancer today, the latest and most invasive medical condition I have had to deal with. I keep getting the telepathic notion that "no invasive surgery or radiation is needed", but as the perps are liars as much as Psychopaths, I must dismiss this banter and carry on in a conventional way. That is, more doctors, more vexation, more futility, more weirdness and maybe a positive outcome. If cancer weren't such a protracted takedown of bodily function, i.e. bladder, bowels etc. in this case, I would tell them to bring it on, I have had enough. That was my perspective of the last two weeks, but now I am formulating a "survival" plan. The word "survival" is in quotes as I don't really have much say in the outcome, but running this here rat (me) through the imposed maze (aka, the human experience) is just too funny for the Psychopathic Imperative, (aka, nonconsensual human experimentation).
Showing posts with label waddling gangstalkers. Show all posts
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Sunday, July 03, 2016
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Waddlers on the Reprise
1045h
I did the gangstalk gauntlet to London Drugs today for a prescription, and was also hoping to get Christmas wrapping paper and a card, and some dental hygiene items. It was a phenomenal gangstalk; a swarm of eight crossing and leading gangstalkers before I got in at hte doors, and the prequisite staff member who just "happened" to come outside in advance of me going in. It was totally insane; they have this choreographed flooding of operatives, and I am supposed to fit in somehow, though without seeing the script.
At the Rx counter the bizarreness continued; a blonde woman in black was ahead of me, then she wandered 8' away, seeming not wanting to wait, then a black jacketed older male comes in, skipping the queue line because he is an asshole, and then the black haired Asian pharmacy cashier returns and calls for the blonde woman to return, which she does, and transacts for her medicine. Then the "can't wait" male asks his bullshit question ("where is ...?", I know this routine now) and walks through the region in front of me and where the blonde woman was only moments ago. (I call this coverage "sweeping" where an operative walks or drives through the former or a to-be-occupied location of me or another shill.) So this fucker, who then turned his head 90 degrees toward me, but kept his glance further behind him (say 105 degree turn of the eyes) so not to catch my eye even if his head was facing me, swept through the location I was to occupy to then transact for my Rx. He reminded me of a certain consulting forester I knew peripherally, though not by voice.
Weird enough to be sure, but then I couldn't find Christmas wrapping paper anywhere, this is the second time at LD, and the perps had me in frazzle mode after planting four gangstalkers in the dental hygeine aisle, and another six in the chocolates section and other mobile swarms. Anyhow, everywhere I went there was this mobile swarm of gangstalkers, and that included getting out of the store, gangstalkers deliberately getting in the way of the exit when they had to go to a cashier first. The large-gutted manager (or operative in disguise) also followed me around, he in the classic black and white getup that is the signature for their color games. And the perps have not let me have a plastic basket in LD for months now, that is off the permissible object interactions list seemingly. But somehow, their gangstalkers have no problem finding them and bringing them in close.
And more of the gangstalkers are reprising; coming back to stalk again in a new part of the store, accompanying me outside or crossing paths again in about the same street location outbound as well as inbound. When exiting LD, there was one gangstalker ahead, and one behind me, in a black and white checkerboard style leather jacket, the de rigeur gangstalking clothing item, even in summer. (The metal salts give off energy reflectance). And this Cheers-like faked conviviality between gangstalkers, making no bones about that they know each other, which is highly unlikely in normal circumstances of individual shopping. There are more gangstalkers with walking impairments now, at least one per 20 minute roundtrip on the street. And more waddlers and oversized gangstalkers, that somehow cross streetside paths again, the staged happenchance of pedestrians finishing their "shopping" in my neighborhood about the time that I am returning having finished mine. Three today, when one is exceptional, and both ensuring they are on the same side of the road that I am on.
The "roofers" arrived outside my window before I got out of bed, and they seem to be slowly acclimatizing themselves in making noise at selective intervals or with coincident events. Plus they get an excuse to dress up like clowns; all in yellow, orange and blue etc. As before, they have their own parking regimen, and all others adapt to their monopolization. They came with two variants blue pickups, and later, after I came back from my trip to LD, they put a black pickup with the ubiquitous ladder projecting forward from the box, over the cab. This ladder arrangement is virtually standard in this town for the pickups without a ladder rack.
The yellow dressed "roofer"' came to gangstalk when I was standing at the sink brushing my teeth, without my glasses on, and then he departed again. The exaggerated "come to have a look" stunt, is now a instant marker for a gangstalker stunt. All this is to get more action from the W. side, after the prodigous amount of activity in the hallway (E. side) for the past few weeks. (And the hallway action has diminished this week). All part of the game, including tossing objects off the three story roof, coincident with me reading about the incarcerations in the US over recent immigration arrests as well as that in Iraq, where seemingly, there is no accounting for the prisoners they have taken. (And as I wrote that, a coughing and hacking eruption arose in this rooming house and outside tape measure noise began.)
1305h
After a rage-ified lunch making again, all while the "roofers" were yapping and making noise outside, I get some PC time, but no rest. The post-meal time is a big obsession for the assholes, so they have brought the squeaking steering belt under my window outside, and ensured there was plenty of protracted airtime in "negotiating" backing the vehicle out. For lunch preparation it was the usual food flicking and then the cutting board spining while using it (not related to my actions, being careful not to supply an excuse for the perps to "augment".)
The house and room shaking is starting up in this post-mealtime digestion activity; Sometimes two slammings a minute, and "somehow" the vibration travels 20' down to my room and shakes and rattles objects in here.
The perps pulled and interesting stunt in the morning while I was in bed; they created some sensations as if someone else was in it, e.g. deforming the matress and having that sensation travel to me, and when I realized this was a jerkaround, the noisestalking came on from above. [It seems that the perps are screwing me over again for typo's again.]
1615h
A rare lengthy call with Ms. C of the story, which ultimately lapsed into the clinical bullshit line, and then the games of having me recount the early overt harassment details and meanwhile, there were white strobing plasma flashes on my fridge while I detailed events the perps haven't been able to fuck with yet. Yet again, "somehow" I was not resistive in explaining this to her, as it goes nowhere each time. She being as obdurate as any paid-for physician. And note, the Open Letter to Clinicians was never read by the doctor and "forget" to mention to her to abate the conversation.
And the perps like me to get into the collective improbabiliy of all these unlikely events happening. Even if I mention that if I see six red vehicles around me at an intersection, then anyone else would too. But the perps also scare me as they want to know every last detail about how I know I was being fucked with when and how, and who was aiding (or not) at the time. And it was equally tedious to explain that if magnets work 100% of the time to limit painful irradiations (then), there there is a good chance that the issue is not of clinical origin. Anyhow, there is nothing wrong with Ms. C's recall (better than mine), and somehow she didn't remember that I have been down all the roads she was "suggesting". (Read, scripted prompting line to have me delve into more recall).
And the weird thing is that she never calls me by name; "Kiddo" is what I get, and strangely, the mind-fucked "I" doesn't wish to call her by name either. There is something odd about this, both at the conversational level and the bigger metaphysics of it, and that is a long standing trend of most of "my" friendships.
And the latest mind-fuck incursion is to have me insert (cut/paste) the text in the wrong location; this began yesterday, and is extremely vexing on top of all the typo and syntax repairs the assholes force me through. And what could the clinical explanation of that be for a 16 year Windows user?
1900h
The hallway spraying of "air freshener" has reached new levels of silliness; the manager opens his door and sprays the aerosol from his doorway and then retreats back in his room. And how did he know to spray the hallway in the first place? As always, the smell has a rapid uptake in my room and up my nostrils. And is becoming more of a post-dinner event like the overhead clunking (tonight also), and the flurries of serial egress with a room vibrating closure of the front door.
Another hallway spraying, which causes me to wonder if the harassment merits of a rooming house are too seductive for the perps to let me out and get a subsidized place. They can fuck with the bathroom, hallways, noise levels, heating, and it is all outside of my control. And also, plant all their gangstalkers in serial egress to the bathroom next door, and in the hallway to shake the building when they exit. Better than the hospital gig they incarcerated me in for no organic condition whatsoever.
2125h
The noise front is entering its elegant phase; drive me to put on the earmuffs by making annoying noises through the pipes (ostensibly) and then later, with earmuffs on, pound the floor overhead, or wall in front of me penetrating the ear muffs, when I read specific words/concepts which have been defined in advance. Tonight's trigger word is Faraday Cage, a screen of metal to prevent electromagnetic energies from penetrating inside an occluded space. Anyhow, it is fucking tedious being the object of all this, and the assholes are always on the offensive.
Another wall pounding for no reason, and the perps timed a zap to go with it which pisses me off all the more. The wall poundings began today, and so far there has been three that "somehow" happened when none did before. It is similar to the heat vent games that now go on; nearly every next door bathroom visitor now undertakes adjusting it, as if they have a pressing need, which was never the case. Like most things, the perps do not see the total idiocy of this, pounding on someone's wall in an attempt to delve deeper into their subject's minds while pretending such behavior is normal. All this for a billion dollar program. They way is usually works is that when "I" summon enough outrage (read, mind-controlled reaction), to confront the asshole, it will be the last time they will use this harassment method.
2305h
More reading of Kozyrev's work; very interesting and contains likely explanations for the perps' abiding need to have vehicles circle or turn around me, or me around them (when I was driving). It is the torsional fields that mainstream physics is in denial about, not to mention some premature deaths of prominent physicists; e.g. de Palma, Willick and Mallove.
I did the gangstalk gauntlet to London Drugs today for a prescription, and was also hoping to get Christmas wrapping paper and a card, and some dental hygiene items. It was a phenomenal gangstalk; a swarm of eight crossing and leading gangstalkers before I got in at hte doors, and the prequisite staff member who just "happened" to come outside in advance of me going in. It was totally insane; they have this choreographed flooding of operatives, and I am supposed to fit in somehow, though without seeing the script.
At the Rx counter the bizarreness continued; a blonde woman in black was ahead of me, then she wandered 8' away, seeming not wanting to wait, then a black jacketed older male comes in, skipping the queue line because he is an asshole, and then the black haired Asian pharmacy cashier returns and calls for the blonde woman to return, which she does, and transacts for her medicine. Then the "can't wait" male asks his bullshit question ("where is ...?", I know this routine now) and walks through the region in front of me and where the blonde woman was only moments ago. (I call this coverage "sweeping" where an operative walks or drives through the former or a to-be-occupied location of me or another shill.) So this fucker, who then turned his head 90 degrees toward me, but kept his glance further behind him (say 105 degree turn of the eyes) so not to catch my eye even if his head was facing me, swept through the location I was to occupy to then transact for my Rx. He reminded me of a certain consulting forester I knew peripherally, though not by voice.
Weird enough to be sure, but then I couldn't find Christmas wrapping paper anywhere, this is the second time at LD, and the perps had me in frazzle mode after planting four gangstalkers in the dental hygeine aisle, and another six in the chocolates section and other mobile swarms. Anyhow, everywhere I went there was this mobile swarm of gangstalkers, and that included getting out of the store, gangstalkers deliberately getting in the way of the exit when they had to go to a cashier first. The large-gutted manager (or operative in disguise) also followed me around, he in the classic black and white getup that is the signature for their color games. And the perps have not let me have a plastic basket in LD for months now, that is off the permissible object interactions list seemingly. But somehow, their gangstalkers have no problem finding them and bringing them in close.
And more of the gangstalkers are reprising; coming back to stalk again in a new part of the store, accompanying me outside or crossing paths again in about the same street location outbound as well as inbound. When exiting LD, there was one gangstalker ahead, and one behind me, in a black and white checkerboard style leather jacket, the de rigeur gangstalking clothing item, even in summer. (The metal salts give off energy reflectance). And this Cheers-like faked conviviality between gangstalkers, making no bones about that they know each other, which is highly unlikely in normal circumstances of individual shopping. There are more gangstalkers with walking impairments now, at least one per 20 minute roundtrip on the street. And more waddlers and oversized gangstalkers, that somehow cross streetside paths again, the staged happenchance of pedestrians finishing their "shopping" in my neighborhood about the time that I am returning having finished mine. Three today, when one is exceptional, and both ensuring they are on the same side of the road that I am on.
The "roofers" arrived outside my window before I got out of bed, and they seem to be slowly acclimatizing themselves in making noise at selective intervals or with coincident events. Plus they get an excuse to dress up like clowns; all in yellow, orange and blue etc. As before, they have their own parking regimen, and all others adapt to their monopolization. They came with two variants blue pickups, and later, after I came back from my trip to LD, they put a black pickup with the ubiquitous ladder projecting forward from the box, over the cab. This ladder arrangement is virtually standard in this town for the pickups without a ladder rack.
The yellow dressed "roofer"' came to gangstalk when I was standing at the sink brushing my teeth, without my glasses on, and then he departed again. The exaggerated "come to have a look" stunt, is now a instant marker for a gangstalker stunt. All this is to get more action from the W. side, after the prodigous amount of activity in the hallway (E. side) for the past few weeks. (And the hallway action has diminished this week). All part of the game, including tossing objects off the three story roof, coincident with me reading about the incarcerations in the US over recent immigration arrests as well as that in Iraq, where seemingly, there is no accounting for the prisoners they have taken. (And as I wrote that, a coughing and hacking eruption arose in this rooming house and outside tape measure noise began.)
1305h
After a rage-ified lunch making again, all while the "roofers" were yapping and making noise outside, I get some PC time, but no rest. The post-meal time is a big obsession for the assholes, so they have brought the squeaking steering belt under my window outside, and ensured there was plenty of protracted airtime in "negotiating" backing the vehicle out. For lunch preparation it was the usual food flicking and then the cutting board spining while using it (not related to my actions, being careful not to supply an excuse for the perps to "augment".)
The house and room shaking is starting up in this post-mealtime digestion activity; Sometimes two slammings a minute, and "somehow" the vibration travels 20' down to my room and shakes and rattles objects in here.
The perps pulled and interesting stunt in the morning while I was in bed; they created some sensations as if someone else was in it, e.g. deforming the matress and having that sensation travel to me, and when I realized this was a jerkaround, the noisestalking came on from above. [It seems that the perps are screwing me over again for typo's again.]
1615h
A rare lengthy call with Ms. C of the story, which ultimately lapsed into the clinical bullshit line, and then the games of having me recount the early overt harassment details and meanwhile, there were white strobing plasma flashes on my fridge while I detailed events the perps haven't been able to fuck with yet. Yet again, "somehow" I was not resistive in explaining this to her, as it goes nowhere each time. She being as obdurate as any paid-for physician. And note, the Open Letter to Clinicians was never read by the doctor and "forget" to mention to her to abate the conversation.
And the perps like me to get into the collective improbabiliy of all these unlikely events happening. Even if I mention that if I see six red vehicles around me at an intersection, then anyone else would too. But the perps also scare me as they want to know every last detail about how I know I was being fucked with when and how, and who was aiding (or not) at the time. And it was equally tedious to explain that if magnets work 100% of the time to limit painful irradiations (then), there there is a good chance that the issue is not of clinical origin. Anyhow, there is nothing wrong with Ms. C's recall (better than mine), and somehow she didn't remember that I have been down all the roads she was "suggesting". (Read, scripted prompting line to have me delve into more recall).
And the weird thing is that she never calls me by name; "Kiddo" is what I get, and strangely, the mind-fucked "I" doesn't wish to call her by name either. There is something odd about this, both at the conversational level and the bigger metaphysics of it, and that is a long standing trend of most of "my" friendships.
And the latest mind-fuck incursion is to have me insert (cut/paste) the text in the wrong location; this began yesterday, and is extremely vexing on top of all the typo and syntax repairs the assholes force me through. And what could the clinical explanation of that be for a 16 year Windows user?
1900h
The hallway spraying of "air freshener" has reached new levels of silliness; the manager opens his door and sprays the aerosol from his doorway and then retreats back in his room. And how did he know to spray the hallway in the first place? As always, the smell has a rapid uptake in my room and up my nostrils. And is becoming more of a post-dinner event like the overhead clunking (tonight also), and the flurries of serial egress with a room vibrating closure of the front door.
Another hallway spraying, which causes me to wonder if the harassment merits of a rooming house are too seductive for the perps to let me out and get a subsidized place. They can fuck with the bathroom, hallways, noise levels, heating, and it is all outside of my control. And also, plant all their gangstalkers in serial egress to the bathroom next door, and in the hallway to shake the building when they exit. Better than the hospital gig they incarcerated me in for no organic condition whatsoever.
2125h
The noise front is entering its elegant phase; drive me to put on the earmuffs by making annoying noises through the pipes (ostensibly) and then later, with earmuffs on, pound the floor overhead, or wall in front of me penetrating the ear muffs, when I read specific words/concepts which have been defined in advance. Tonight's trigger word is Faraday Cage, a screen of metal to prevent electromagnetic energies from penetrating inside an occluded space. Anyhow, it is fucking tedious being the object of all this, and the assholes are always on the offensive.
Another wall pounding for no reason, and the perps timed a zap to go with it which pisses me off all the more. The wall poundings began today, and so far there has been three that "somehow" happened when none did before. It is similar to the heat vent games that now go on; nearly every next door bathroom visitor now undertakes adjusting it, as if they have a pressing need, which was never the case. Like most things, the perps do not see the total idiocy of this, pounding on someone's wall in an attempt to delve deeper into their subject's minds while pretending such behavior is normal. All this for a billion dollar program. They way is usually works is that when "I" summon enough outrage (read, mind-controlled reaction), to confront the asshole, it will be the last time they will use this harassment method.
2305h
More reading of Kozyrev's work; very interesting and contains likely explanations for the perps' abiding need to have vehicles circle or turn around me, or me around them (when I was driving). It is the torsional fields that mainstream physics is in denial about, not to mention some premature deaths of prominent physicists; e.g. de Palma, Willick and Mallove.
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