09-13-2016
Tuesday, and the day-to-day pondering as to my employment status. Vineyard work is done now and I am kept on odd tasks, though some last a whole day. It is most strange the boss lady doesn't say anything. She doesn't even direct me much either, as the boss man has things for me to do, now that winemaking has begun.
Then future employment prospects got the royal FUD treatment; the hiring winemaker is splitting to work at another winery and three guys from France are coming to replace him. All the hiring winemaker has to do is not mention anything about me to his replacement crew, and I am replaced too. Bizarre IMHO.
And what is it about splattering food and beverages (in the kitchen mostly) that is so important to the perps? This insane fuckery goes on every meal preparation, but of late it has been getting to be a big hassle with me getting rage-ified in the extreme. Once one mess is cleaned up, they plant another. Even drawing the dishes cleaning brush from L to R somehow erupts in dish water splatter flying the opposite direction, time after time. What is the matter with the juvenile nightmare gang that they must harass the living shit out of me for over 14 years now? Over this ridiculous event, food flicking?
The pissing games (urination urgency) have come back by dint of some kind of fuckery. That is, urination urgency, though not at bad as it was Dec. 2015 to Mar. 2016. Back a few months ago I could go from morning to mid-afternoon before needing a piss. My piss count of late for that duration is now five. Thanks a bunch assholes; just when I get one problem nailed down they go and re-create the hassle.
09-14-2016
A group of six of us in the warehouse for most of the day, packing wine cases. A whole lot of brown boxes to say the least, containing either red, or white wine, or else made-up combinations. Based on past such events, there is plenty of near contact; butts, heads dipping, hands projecting in front of me, etc., all in the cause of expeditiously packing wine. Too, the cling (shrink) wrapping of the pallet loads is always a big deal, though this time they did not leave it all up to me. Another fellow helped out, and it was all for the good as it smoothed out the way things got done. Anyhow, all good company and we got lots more done than planned.
09-15-2016
What a fuck of a day...
An arranged (as of late yesterday) late work start of 1030h to start the shit show. I was to start at 0800h and had arranged a wheel alignment at the nearby Toyota dealership. I was there at 0800h and sat there at the customer waiting area at the Toyota dealership for an hour, expecting the job to be done. But no,they had part seizure problems. They could of told me this 20 minutes into the job instead of arranging this ambulatory gangstalking parade around me all that time. And the coughing and hacking that went on too, one would of thought it was winter. Strangely, only two other parties were waiting there while I was there for an hour, each lasted about 5 or 10 minutes. A fat woman and her husband, and later, a single dude seemed to need to sit down for five minutes, and I thought his act was most strange; probably an operative.
Then what to do? They dithered me into indecision for five minutes and I decided to get the vehicle wheel alignment done, and decided to take off than to submit to more gangstalking. On the way I was forced to purchase a 100g chocolate bar I didn't need at the nearby LD sore, and eat while walking with the noisy traffic coursing around me.
After 35 minutes of in-town walking back to my residence the assholes then plant the notion that I didn't have my house keys. Ergo, no lunch after a 35 min walk in the 30C heat. Outside was my briefcase in its soak in isopropanol alcohol for three days in the 1.5 year long quest to remove the mold smell the assholes laid on when they molded this place two years ago. Why the assholes had me walk across town to remove it, dump the yellow mold ridden alcohol on the ground, and then walk back across town again seems as perverse as it gets (the planted rationale is that it could dry out in the sunny weather).
I "happened" to meet my old landlady one block away while walking back; exchanged pleasantries etc and caught up on things since I last stayed there in 2012 -not part of the things-gone-wrong fuckery to say the least, but another interesting "coincidence" all the same.
Then to work at 1030h at the warehouse, no access as the door was locked. I checked the other side of the large building, it was locked too. Back to the first entry, email the boss who knows the phone number of the workers inside (one being her son) and lo, i was let in. And as it turns out, the group work of packing of yesterday wasn't continuing and so I get to make up two pallet orders.
One of the two workers, son of the owner, piles 20lb of flattened cardboard box bundles on my coat with my phone in it, fortunately it survived OK. Later the kid copy-cats me on "lunch" (left over trail mix) by sitting down exactly where I had sat down for lunch and eating the same trail mix), and then is about to lean on my coat and phone again until I advise him of the precarious nature (but not that he put the aforementioned cardboard boxes on my coat and phone). I nearly finish the second pallet order build, some 56 cases, and put on the last case and the kid bursts into a cough attack. Like WTF; why is it I get constantly stalked and noise-stalked every time I complete something?
We finish early at 1315h and they give me a lift back to Toyota to get my keys, if not vehicle, but thankfully it is repaired. "Only" $80 extra over and above a wheel alignment cost for their extra "difficulty". And then with some free time I got onto loose ends; launder the briefcase, get the BSOD prone PC #1 to the repair guy. No doubt that will be at least a week of down time; hopefully not months like time, from December 2015 to March 2016.
Then onto the automotive repair outfit that did my brake job in January, as the vehicle vibrates on braking, confirmed by the Toyota dealership when they did a test drive. Said outfit said that brake rotors have only a 60 day warranty but we can "help you out" on a new set. Like WTF: I have never had new rotors "fail" (go out of true) inside of 8 months of installation. (I have been through many pairs of rotors over the last 40 years of car ownership). I made it clear I wanted a good set and not be back inside of six months. (I have been long stiffed with minimum spec car parts and don't go there if I get a choice in selecting parts myself). While waiting in the customer sitting area for the mechanics to put the car on the hoist to get a measurement off the brake rotors, (odd IMHO) a bizarre vignette unfolds. (It was odd as I later discovered when doing online brake parts surfing; all he had to ask me was is it a 4 or 6 cylinder model, assuming he didn't already know). Bizarrely, the woman in the back office took a tape measure, the typical carpenters' flexible yellow steel kind, and proceeded to measure herself around her hips while standing next to her desk. After a few minutes of messing with this endeavor she proceeded to measure her bust. All the while I shot unseen glances to determine if she was playing with a full deck. Then she "happened" to notice me momentarily casting a glimpse at her bust measuring spectacle and she saw me looking and only then decided it might be a bit embarrassing and then moved away from the open door way and presumably finished measuring her bust out of my view. Eventually she resumed sitting at her desk. How utterly bizarre, and such has a propensity to erupt around me all the time. Interesting that the measuring component was added into this totally unnecessary 20 min. wait at the auto repair shop. This auto shop was NOT one I was going to return to as they blew me off about initiating a Pirelli tire warranty claim back in July, claiming they didn't belong to the Big O tire chain since July 01. I must of dropped over $2k in repairs on them in the last two years. So here I got screwed into going back to this shop I didn't want to return to all over these shit brake rotors, or else the perps jacked with them to force me back and of course, to cough up more money. And what is it about tires and brakes and brake rotors the perps just must sabotage, now in its third iteration in 2016? Or four iterations if you count the prior wheel alignment today, though not technically brake or tire related.
I get back to my place, and sit down to read "The Secret Team" and then I get hit with a nap attack for an hour. Then dinner with all kinds of perp interference; finger fumbling, food flicking, mind dithering. They especially go nuts on me when transferring food from one plate or vessel to another, and all the more so when I about to take my dinner (completed dish) to the table.
Then I got ambitious about measuring and marking to install for L brackets to support this shelf that is to be installed, a 4 month delayed project, shelf still to come.
Then a new garbage routine; I take my garbage 80' down the lane, empty it into the landlord's garbage can and return my empty one. The insane litany of fuckery over refuse and recyclable garbage is unrelenting.
09-16-2016
Doing vehicle jockey work for the owners this morning; both their vehicles needed oil changes so I ran the truck down to the Ford dealership and waited 10 minutes for a ride with a coworker. Then back to deal with the regular garbage duties, and then I took the owners' SUV to the Honda dealership where I waited in the customer area for an hour until it was done. I suppose they wanted me to have more face time with a deep brown skinned person, as he was my service rep. He wasn't negro, and didn't speak like a E. Indian, and in fact, spoke impeccable English. Anyhow, all was civil, polite and copesthetic and I drove the vehicle back to the work site. So...that is four automotive shop customer waiting area seatings in two days. It cannot be a coincidence, though I have no idea as to why the perps like to arrange such events apart from their obsession over seat swapping. That is, have me seated, and later, someone else presumably sits down next to, or in, my seat in my absence. Much like the public transit games that went on ad infinitum in Victoria when living there, 2002 to 2011.
09-17-2016
A fork lift certification course for the most part today. A two hour classroom and a test, and lo, if my upright pack on the floor wasn't flooded with water from my steel water bottle. Like WTF; nearly all of the one liter of water was on the floor, the cap was sealed fine, and the bottle was upright and SOMEHOW all this water was in a puddle on the floor with my pack in the middle of it. And we know who likes to dick with water in all its sources don't we? Add in the arranged weather of it lightly raining all morning and while the six students, including me, did their forklift driving test in this weather. And too, the 4" drainpipes from the building's roof also ejected their rainwater contents where we were standing while each student was operating the forklift.
Anyhow, all went well and I even scored some extra time for tricky driving when the pallet, and forklift, is next to a wall. A shipping container served the purpose and I got extra instruction on this particular situation that the perps seem to like to dither me over since I began my very limited fork lift driving over a two years ago.
And of course, it was all about seat swapping too; one student, then another, and then sometimes alternating to use the one forklift in succession.
A nap-attack fake-out later in the afternoon, not getting to sleep at all once lying down. This followed reading "The Secret Team", a detailed treatise on the rogue CIA. All the more rouge when one considers that it was never in their mandate to have an operational arm. That is, not to have weapons, military materiel, military divisions, undertake foreign meddling, and the rest of it. I haven't got anywhere near their LSD research, support of brain trashing psychiatrists, namely Dr. Ewen Cameron, or their notorious and significant SE Asian drug importation. Never mind that the CIA disrupted the largely agrarian population in advance and then fomented the Vietnam War and then managed to hand it over to the US military once war escalation was imminent. Then in another book of Prouty's, he details the CIA involvement in the assassination of JFK.
Onto laundry in the afternoon amidst colossal vehicular gangstalking. Trains of vehicles at every uncontrolled crossing/turn I made.
The back to the auto shop, in person because they were to phone me yesterday and didn't, and then they also changed their phone number so I could not get through to find out if they ordered the above mentioned brake rotors. These are to replace the ones that mysteriously (IMHO) ran out of true since installation in 01-2016. And what is it about ripping me off that is so important for the perps? Last night I see on Amazon that I can get these brake rotors for $35 each, same make and model. But of course the rotors were already delivered to the shop, who when I asked, told me they could "honor" the $65 price I paid before. Not only did the perps sabotage my 9 month old brake rotors, they then force me back to this shop that pissed me off over the tire warranty I was seeking in July, (per above, and for which I swore I would never go back there again), and finally to add insult to injury, they then rip me off over the price of new rotors.
And the brake rotor problem following on the heels of getting the (warranty) tires installed last weekend, a follow-on wheel alignment, and can we say, "yet another fine coincidence"?
More afternoon time to get laundry done, with more "customers" that strangely need to close in on me at every turn, and when done, I read more of "The Secret Team". This time a real nap attack some 10 minutes into reading the book, getting hit for 1.5 hours before getting up at 1815h. And why do they need to constantly hit me with nap attacks over this book? It is all about their imperative over information epistemology [ih-pis-tuh-mol-uh-jee] -noun 1. a branch of
philosophy that investigates the origin, nature, methods, and limits of human
knowledge]. And too, why they need to arrange these senseless massacres at schools and universities all over the world.
I will be so glad to finish
reading "The Secret Team" book for all the nap attack interference I am getting
every time I read it. Nothing related to the contents I hasten to add.
Then I can get back to reading about cancer, another "gift" from the perps this year.
09-18-2016
Sunday, and I didn't pursue any weekend work today. The weather was tolerably hikable. The usual delays in getting going, and then on the road finally. No regular trip though; a mule deer ran across the road in front of me, threading itself in front of a motorhome from the opposite direction and across the entire road. I slammed on the brakes and narrowly averted a major mess, and repair bill. The new Pirellis served me well.
At least 20 parties on this regular hike, most unusual as they left me alone for the most part this summer. An hour of top-only tanning as they screwed me out of wearing my shorts due to weather uncertainty before I set off. They also had me doze off while tanning. When it came time to go two parties arrived either side of me, each some 100' away. I thought it was opportune to then depart, and lo, another party "happened" to start ahead of me, and lo, a second party behind me. Like WTF; I never had this much attention at McIntyre Bluff all this year until now. I eventually got ahead of the party ahead of me, they pretending to be surprised I came up from behind. All the more to see the waddling male in shorts ahead of me I suppose, a long running perp planted motif. I stopped at the farm store for groceries and got to the parking lot, and lo, if these same trail stalking parties didn't both arrive there too. One proceeded me and one tailed me out, now in vehicles.
Anyhow, enough on the travails of another week, and onto posting this.
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Sunday, September 18, 2016
Saturday, June 08, 2013
Lights On, Off and Other
06-02-2013
Day two of my new abode, a small house on a lot with a larger residential house, where the landlords live. It it most strange that the perps have me free of noxious, loud and room shaking neighbors as they haven't allowed this even in concrete towers, as there have been many instances of 12" of concrete and steel shaking "from" a tenant above. And the last residence, an over-winter in a much smaller motel suite was rife with room vibrations, outside coughing and hacking, and yacking neighbors at all hours of the night, sometimes a woman-only griping shift at 0500h from both the N and S neighbor on the same morning.
So what do the perps do instead? Apart from residential neighborhood noise of large pickups and hotrods and HD motorcycles, why, they fuck with the lights. I was moved to put in four LED light bulbs as I cannot stand compact flourescent bulbs.
Then I put in three new 50W MR16 halogen bulbs in the overhead light, which was working and it suddenly conked out only a few minutes ago after starting up this PC for blogging. This was to be the light for the living room (half the suite) and I will be screwed (so to speak) until I get the problem fixed. If it is like many low volt halogen lighting units, the transformer suddenly quits, and new ones cannot be found as a new (same quality) light is cheaper.
What is it about low-volt lighting systems that causes the perps to take them out with such regularity? This "problem" goes back at least 25 years, and included a $1000 Italian Aurora light with a 5lb transformer, and I never, ever, got it working right even though all who I asked said that model has never been a problem. I shipped it back to Montreal twice (from Victoria) to get it fixed and it still never worked for long. Never did I imagine that everyone else knew perfectly why these low volt halogen lighting follies were playing out, nor that there was an agency of malevolent intent who deemed fucking with my lighting was just another day at the office. I was so pissed with the low-volt halogen lighting hassles that I eventually went to AC halogen bulbs, even though I preferred the punchy low volt halogen`s intense white glow.
My low volt halogen lighting systems of Ikea were also routinely sabotaged up until the perps went overt in 2002. This was a two wire trapeze, and the lights would individually click all of a sudden. Then the bulbs started going on me.
And the third round of lighting I dealt with in this second day of residency is the bathroom globe lights that were very yellow, and some not working. I got replacement ones all the same kind and power, and lo, if only one worked of this bar of four. Then I turned the non-functional ones in and lo, if a second bulb didn't work. I had dinner, repeated the exercise, and then a third one worked. And about two hours into the evening, and after reading wine books that I re-discovered in my boxes, I visit the bathroom again, and lo, if the fourth and last bulb didn't work after I somehow "found" a little more to screw-in . Seems like a progressive and incremental non-consensual human subject experiment on the effects of each bulb to me. But like I have said many times, they have been at this covertly for 47 years (unwitting TI), and then went into overt-berserk mode (as an aware TI) for 11 years now. They aren`t going to stop anytime soon.
And they were preparing me for this, as the lighting in the prior motel residence was also failing; two new 40W incandescent bulbs, one 60W incandescent bulb, and one low volt halogen lamp of a pair also went in the last four weeks there.
At this new residence, a major crud-ification of nearly every surface, especially the shower and bathroom...gross. Cleaning will be a ongoing chore for the next few weeks.
06-03-2013
Arising from a new bed, and was awakened at least an hour early before the alarm went off at 0445h. (I was also kept from sleeping by an imposed hour or more of wakefulness). It is a Monday, and the noise assault was on in force when I started at 0700h. The noise of power equipment all day at the adjacent vineyard while tucking and plucking shoots. Yoga afterward with the delectable pixie
06-04-2013
The continuing Internal combustion engine noise from yesterday; string trimmers, power saws, throbby ATV, aircraft, hotrods and HD motorcycle noises in the distance. And a pattern developed; they would have a gasoline powered vehicle make a noise like an gasoline outboard engine, and lo, within a few minutes, an single engine prop aircraft would fly over with a very similar engine noise. Ditto for throbby ATV noise (erupting twice, each time after my break); an aircraft would be arranged to fly overhead with a very similar throbby engine noise.
The high altitude jets-overhead noise was also scripted in, at least 10x over the day, though not as much as last week when there had to be at least 30 overflights, or the noise thereof. Plenty of trails crisscrossing in the sky, and later artful curvilinear tweaks.
Again, dog barking was arranged exactly when cutting or pulling a vine shoot; at least three times in succession (all within 30 seconds or so).
06-05-2013
Vineyard work; distant chain saws (odd, too late for pruning), etc. And the now daily bad muffler act again as the employees leave at 1400h, and three of four of them have ill-maintained mufflers.
Ongoing tradesman work as there are things getting repaired in this suite-house. A new heat pump installation; dudes, impact drills, vacuuming, male banter; in and immediately outside. The usual red shirts, baggy shorts to the knee, hairy male legs... etc. -thumping, banging, sawing, clunking, - just like old days, as in last week at the motel I lived in.
And mysterious teleportational packing-moving games; I was missing the Fein file and bit kit purchased in October 2012, and couldn't find it anywhere in my boxes. Not even here at the new place. So how did it "happen" that the bit kit packed in November 2012 end up inside the Fein multi-tool and box that I bought in Jan. 2013? Another one of those moving mysteries, whereby missing items show up in later acquired containers.
06-06-2013
The perps totally purged me of knowing it was a D-Day anniversary today; even this morning's radio played the PM of the day, MacKenzie King, and I didn't have any idea why they were doing this. Not until "D-Day" was specifically mentioned by name did I know. Which is a total mind-fuck obstruction stunt, as I always knew it was this day, and recalled before anyone else.
Continued tucking and plucking vine shoots today, all day nearly save some winery activity first thing. The throbby ATV noise played out next door at the adjacent orchard. It seems they have nothing better to do than drive it around the perimeter for an hour or so, and then on the street for more coverage from a different direction. And timed for when I was starting a new row after a food break, twice. The adjacent vineyard got their mower out to make more noise, grinding and smacking rocks with it; ridiculous, as the row aisle cover was short to begin with.
A crumb inundation at my place when I got back. The electrician didn't clean up to well, so particle board crumbs (brown and white)on the counter, kettle, cupboard, stove. And once cleaned up, why, more teleported crumbs would arrive on a clean surface as by back was momentarily turned. All to crank up the infuriation level, something they also did in the vineyard, by making it seem that I put a 3/4" cut from my very sharp pruners in my hand. Somehow, no cut, and no cut glove. It would of been a gusher had the assholes cut me.
More mess to clean up, as I see the electrician used my folding chair as a step stool to install a new light after the perps fucked me into putting three 50W bulbs in the fixture that was rated for 20Wx3 I later learned. Not only was there a dusting of plaster, but the asshole didn't wipe the seat clean. This was coordinated with the fact that I used the same chair all yesterday evening, and now I have a new office chair that was spare from the vineyard. After the folding chair got cleaned, it will be of limited use until I get a breakfast table. Chair changeing, seat changing at the theatre all have been done so many times in the past, it is almost predictable.
06-07-2013
Busy on tucking and plucking vines; I get about four rows a day done, as much shoot thinning needs to be done, as shoving the shoots in tight is a bad situation for powdery mildew. So, to tuck a shoot between the trellis wires, one must clear some leaves or extra shoots out to make space for the shoot one wants to tuck. The Vertical Shoot Positioning (VSP) is what this trellis system is called, and is the most common in this region.
The throbby ATV noise after my two breaks (and starting a new row), but more distant than yesterday, but same impeccable timing and duration. And as I was doing an extra 30 min. of work (having ``decided`` about 10 min. earlier), why, two black fighter jets - in formation and doing a large climbing bank to the W opposite the vineyard. the roar was heard a long way off (aka, noise track). There was blackish pulsing emanations coming from each of them, per usual with any aircraft in my experience, including single engine prop aircraft which are less likely to have radar that the perps typically co-opt to source magnetic and maser pulses from. There are no aircraft fighter bases nearby, as Canada has a rather paltry air force, so what were they doing here.
Yet again, now five days in succession, dog-barking noise was arranged exactly at the moment I cut a shoot to thin it out. These dog-bark spells go for at least 30 min., and two or more a day. Amazing what tricks dogs can do, har, har.
An ant attack this morning (about 40 or so, micro-ants, so very small), and then this evening, having "forgotten" the first instance at breakfast. I was infuriated beyond comprehension as they came from nowhere, and were populating my coconut butter jar, which I threw out into the garbage with a half inch left. How the perps love me throwing out good food, and how they love stalking me with garbage trucks of every kind. And today "happens" to be garbage pick up day. All too coordinated from my perspective.
And the perp assholes were on the teleporting crumb games in conjunction with cleaning up after the micro-ants; coconut butter would arrive from 4ft away, all by itself and opposite in direction from where I was facing the kitchen counter. It has been a major crumb attack week. And I see that my black briefcase was dusted with white crumbs, another sourvenier mess from the electrician (apparently) from two days ago. The fucking pig doesn`t know a mess when he makes one.
I was allowed to remember my daughter's birthday today, in order to phone her. She phoned back later in the day when I was in the vineyard, and the reception was terrible for all the trellis wires and being near the power lines too. (Or, more like perp management, read on). Good for a sudden disconnection, as well as me wondering if she was still on the line. The perps like to disconnect phones, computers etc. as there must be some kind of neural energetic properties they are attempting to detect with the aid of electromagnetic devices. Not to mention the "what did you say?", "I thought I heard..." verbal cognition FUD games which suddenly became endemic since 04-2002.
As another example last week, I left a phone message with my landlord/lady and then I get a text message in reply (I thought) about two minutes later. So I do the texting thing and lo, if I find out that it was just "pure coincidence" that she was sending me a text about the very subject of my phone message.
06-08-2013
New laundry games commence, as this place (moved in June 01,2013) does not have a washer or dryer. Which means no end of perp fuckery as they so do love to mess with laundry machines, make intractable stains, alter clothing colors, stop the machines in mid-cycle, steal laundry sometimes (3 same black work socks of six pairs "lost" at the last place from the washing machine alone),have foam creep out the top of the washing machine, have coin operated machines steal money etc. Even at 0900h on a Saturday morning the freaks were out; 3 of 7 customers were rude asses, sneaking in close without an "excuse me". Some 5/7 customers were tattoo-ed, and wanted me to know it, bar arms exposed. One chinese man was posted next to my washing machine when I returned, maybe 10 min. after the load was done. He wasn't seeming to be doing much, and had the partial back turn directed at me in that all to familiar double back twist; forward and to the side away from me, no matter how contrived it is. (No wonder the perps like me to do yoga). Then the walked the length of the laundromat with a red bucket for crissakes, and then returned to do fuck all again, puttering at the adjacent washing machine. Then one of my ball-capper stalkers at the last (wintertime motel) residence, he of the shades and ball cap sitting outside and smoking butt and doing squat at 0615h, "happened" to be doing his laundry there too. Such a coincidence; and did he ever come a long way fast; a new shiny Ford Ranger towing a 20' late model travel trailer with mag wheels, no less. And again, smoking butt in the doorway of his travel trailer parked in the parking lot. And here I thought he was just a shiftless elder-vagrant, as he had no vehicle at the last place and seemed to be there just to loiter. (Vagrants are one of the most used gangstalk demographic subpopulations, as they have a perfect excuse to hang around -ergo, Dallas, Nov. 22, 1963). I see the laundromat opens at 0700h, and will report on the freakshow count next week.
I will post this today, Saturday, as it wraps up another weekly cycle, even if a day earlier. Somewhere, someone, (I suspect) has got me figured out as a Sunday-posting blogger, and being a day late or day early is just too hilarious of an inconvenience for the perps (read, deranged mofo of the Fourth Reich) not to invoke.
Day two of my new abode, a small house on a lot with a larger residential house, where the landlords live. It it most strange that the perps have me free of noxious, loud and room shaking neighbors as they haven't allowed this even in concrete towers, as there have been many instances of 12" of concrete and steel shaking "from" a tenant above. And the last residence, an over-winter in a much smaller motel suite was rife with room vibrations, outside coughing and hacking, and yacking neighbors at all hours of the night, sometimes a woman-only griping shift at 0500h from both the N and S neighbor on the same morning.
So what do the perps do instead? Apart from residential neighborhood noise of large pickups and hotrods and HD motorcycles, why, they fuck with the lights. I was moved to put in four LED light bulbs as I cannot stand compact flourescent bulbs.
Then I put in three new 50W MR16 halogen bulbs in the overhead light, which was working and it suddenly conked out only a few minutes ago after starting up this PC for blogging. This was to be the light for the living room (half the suite) and I will be screwed (so to speak) until I get the problem fixed. If it is like many low volt halogen lighting units, the transformer suddenly quits, and new ones cannot be found as a new (same quality) light is cheaper.
What is it about low-volt lighting systems that causes the perps to take them out with such regularity? This "problem" goes back at least 25 years, and included a $1000 Italian Aurora light with a 5lb transformer, and I never, ever, got it working right even though all who I asked said that model has never been a problem. I shipped it back to Montreal twice (from Victoria) to get it fixed and it still never worked for long. Never did I imagine that everyone else knew perfectly why these low volt halogen lighting follies were playing out, nor that there was an agency of malevolent intent who deemed fucking with my lighting was just another day at the office. I was so pissed with the low-volt halogen lighting hassles that I eventually went to AC halogen bulbs, even though I preferred the punchy low volt halogen`s intense white glow.
My low volt halogen lighting systems of Ikea were also routinely sabotaged up until the perps went overt in 2002. This was a two wire trapeze, and the lights would individually click all of a sudden. Then the bulbs started going on me.
And the third round of lighting I dealt with in this second day of residency is the bathroom globe lights that were very yellow, and some not working. I got replacement ones all the same kind and power, and lo, if only one worked of this bar of four. Then I turned the non-functional ones in and lo, if a second bulb didn't work. I had dinner, repeated the exercise, and then a third one worked. And about two hours into the evening, and after reading wine books that I re-discovered in my boxes, I visit the bathroom again, and lo, if the fourth and last bulb didn't work after I somehow "found" a little more to screw-in . Seems like a progressive and incremental non-consensual human subject experiment on the effects of each bulb to me. But like I have said many times, they have been at this covertly for 47 years (unwitting TI), and then went into overt-berserk mode (as an aware TI) for 11 years now. They aren`t going to stop anytime soon.
And they were preparing me for this, as the lighting in the prior motel residence was also failing; two new 40W incandescent bulbs, one 60W incandescent bulb, and one low volt halogen lamp of a pair also went in the last four weeks there.
At this new residence, a major crud-ification of nearly every surface, especially the shower and bathroom...gross. Cleaning will be a ongoing chore for the next few weeks.
06-03-2013
Arising from a new bed, and was awakened at least an hour early before the alarm went off at 0445h. (I was also kept from sleeping by an imposed hour or more of wakefulness). It is a Monday, and the noise assault was on in force when I started at 0700h. The noise of power equipment all day at the adjacent vineyard while tucking and plucking shoots. Yoga afterward with the delectable pixie
06-04-2013
The continuing Internal combustion engine noise from yesterday; string trimmers, power saws, throbby ATV, aircraft, hotrods and HD motorcycle noises in the distance. And a pattern developed; they would have a gasoline powered vehicle make a noise like an gasoline outboard engine, and lo, within a few minutes, an single engine prop aircraft would fly over with a very similar engine noise. Ditto for throbby ATV noise (erupting twice, each time after my break); an aircraft would be arranged to fly overhead with a very similar throbby engine noise.
The high altitude jets-overhead noise was also scripted in, at least 10x over the day, though not as much as last week when there had to be at least 30 overflights, or the noise thereof. Plenty of trails crisscrossing in the sky, and later artful curvilinear tweaks.
Again, dog barking was arranged exactly when cutting or pulling a vine shoot; at least three times in succession (all within 30 seconds or so).
06-05-2013
Vineyard work; distant chain saws (odd, too late for pruning), etc. And the now daily bad muffler act again as the employees leave at 1400h, and three of four of them have ill-maintained mufflers.
Ongoing tradesman work as there are things getting repaired in this suite-house. A new heat pump installation; dudes, impact drills, vacuuming, male banter; in and immediately outside. The usual red shirts, baggy shorts to the knee, hairy male legs... etc. -thumping, banging, sawing, clunking, - just like old days, as in last week at the motel I lived in.
And mysterious teleportational packing-moving games; I was missing the Fein file and bit kit purchased in October 2012, and couldn't find it anywhere in my boxes. Not even here at the new place. So how did it "happen" that the bit kit packed in November 2012 end up inside the Fein multi-tool and box that I bought in Jan. 2013? Another one of those moving mysteries, whereby missing items show up in later acquired containers.
06-06-2013
The perps totally purged me of knowing it was a D-Day anniversary today; even this morning's radio played the PM of the day, MacKenzie King, and I didn't have any idea why they were doing this. Not until "D-Day" was specifically mentioned by name did I know. Which is a total mind-fuck obstruction stunt, as I always knew it was this day, and recalled before anyone else.
Continued tucking and plucking vine shoots today, all day nearly save some winery activity first thing. The throbby ATV noise played out next door at the adjacent orchard. It seems they have nothing better to do than drive it around the perimeter for an hour or so, and then on the street for more coverage from a different direction. And timed for when I was starting a new row after a food break, twice. The adjacent vineyard got their mower out to make more noise, grinding and smacking rocks with it; ridiculous, as the row aisle cover was short to begin with.
A crumb inundation at my place when I got back. The electrician didn't clean up to well, so particle board crumbs (brown and white)on the counter, kettle, cupboard, stove. And once cleaned up, why, more teleported crumbs would arrive on a clean surface as by back was momentarily turned. All to crank up the infuriation level, something they also did in the vineyard, by making it seem that I put a 3/4" cut from my very sharp pruners in my hand. Somehow, no cut, and no cut glove. It would of been a gusher had the assholes cut me.
More mess to clean up, as I see the electrician used my folding chair as a step stool to install a new light after the perps fucked me into putting three 50W bulbs in the fixture that was rated for 20Wx3 I later learned. Not only was there a dusting of plaster, but the asshole didn't wipe the seat clean. This was coordinated with the fact that I used the same chair all yesterday evening, and now I have a new office chair that was spare from the vineyard. After the folding chair got cleaned, it will be of limited use until I get a breakfast table. Chair changeing, seat changing at the theatre all have been done so many times in the past, it is almost predictable.
06-07-2013
Busy on tucking and plucking vines; I get about four rows a day done, as much shoot thinning needs to be done, as shoving the shoots in tight is a bad situation for powdery mildew. So, to tuck a shoot between the trellis wires, one must clear some leaves or extra shoots out to make space for the shoot one wants to tuck. The Vertical Shoot Positioning (VSP) is what this trellis system is called, and is the most common in this region.
The throbby ATV noise after my two breaks (and starting a new row), but more distant than yesterday, but same impeccable timing and duration. And as I was doing an extra 30 min. of work (having ``decided`` about 10 min. earlier), why, two black fighter jets - in formation and doing a large climbing bank to the W opposite the vineyard. the roar was heard a long way off (aka, noise track). There was blackish pulsing emanations coming from each of them, per usual with any aircraft in my experience, including single engine prop aircraft which are less likely to have radar that the perps typically co-opt to source magnetic and maser pulses from. There are no aircraft fighter bases nearby, as Canada has a rather paltry air force, so what were they doing here.
Yet again, now five days in succession, dog-barking noise was arranged exactly at the moment I cut a shoot to thin it out. These dog-bark spells go for at least 30 min., and two or more a day. Amazing what tricks dogs can do, har, har.
An ant attack this morning (about 40 or so, micro-ants, so very small), and then this evening, having "forgotten" the first instance at breakfast. I was infuriated beyond comprehension as they came from nowhere, and were populating my coconut butter jar, which I threw out into the garbage with a half inch left. How the perps love me throwing out good food, and how they love stalking me with garbage trucks of every kind. And today "happens" to be garbage pick up day. All too coordinated from my perspective.
And the perp assholes were on the teleporting crumb games in conjunction with cleaning up after the micro-ants; coconut butter would arrive from 4ft away, all by itself and opposite in direction from where I was facing the kitchen counter. It has been a major crumb attack week. And I see that my black briefcase was dusted with white crumbs, another sourvenier mess from the electrician (apparently) from two days ago. The fucking pig doesn`t know a mess when he makes one.
I was allowed to remember my daughter's birthday today, in order to phone her. She phoned back later in the day when I was in the vineyard, and the reception was terrible for all the trellis wires and being near the power lines too. (Or, more like perp management, read on). Good for a sudden disconnection, as well as me wondering if she was still on the line. The perps like to disconnect phones, computers etc. as there must be some kind of neural energetic properties they are attempting to detect with the aid of electromagnetic devices. Not to mention the "what did you say?", "I thought I heard..." verbal cognition FUD games which suddenly became endemic since 04-2002.
As another example last week, I left a phone message with my landlord/lady and then I get a text message in reply (I thought) about two minutes later. So I do the texting thing and lo, if I find out that it was just "pure coincidence" that she was sending me a text about the very subject of my phone message.
06-08-2013
New laundry games commence, as this place (moved in June 01,2013) does not have a washer or dryer. Which means no end of perp fuckery as they so do love to mess with laundry machines, make intractable stains, alter clothing colors, stop the machines in mid-cycle, steal laundry sometimes (3 same black work socks of six pairs "lost" at the last place from the washing machine alone),have foam creep out the top of the washing machine, have coin operated machines steal money etc. Even at 0900h on a Saturday morning the freaks were out; 3 of 7 customers were rude asses, sneaking in close without an "excuse me". Some 5/7 customers were tattoo-ed, and wanted me to know it, bar arms exposed. One chinese man was posted next to my washing machine when I returned, maybe 10 min. after the load was done. He wasn't seeming to be doing much, and had the partial back turn directed at me in that all to familiar double back twist; forward and to the side away from me, no matter how contrived it is. (No wonder the perps like me to do yoga). Then the walked the length of the laundromat with a red bucket for crissakes, and then returned to do fuck all again, puttering at the adjacent washing machine. Then one of my ball-capper stalkers at the last (wintertime motel) residence, he of the shades and ball cap sitting outside and smoking butt and doing squat at 0615h, "happened" to be doing his laundry there too. Such a coincidence; and did he ever come a long way fast; a new shiny Ford Ranger towing a 20' late model travel trailer with mag wheels, no less. And again, smoking butt in the doorway of his travel trailer parked in the parking lot. And here I thought he was just a shiftless elder-vagrant, as he had no vehicle at the last place and seemed to be there just to loiter. (Vagrants are one of the most used gangstalk demographic subpopulations, as they have a perfect excuse to hang around -ergo, Dallas, Nov. 22, 1963). I see the laundromat opens at 0700h, and will report on the freakshow count next week.
I will post this today, Saturday, as it wraps up another weekly cycle, even if a day earlier. Somewhere, someone, (I suspect) has got me figured out as a Sunday-posting blogger, and being a day late or day early is just too hilarious of an inconvenience for the perps (read, deranged mofo of the Fourth Reich) not to invoke.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Sabotaged Email Sending
03-03-2012
1900h
I started on the significant assignment after a forced nap (didn't need the sleep), then timed awakening for dinner, then after dinner, and then when getting started, noise outbreaks; noisy vehicles outside, jabbering gangstalkers,
Then when sending an email, why, it got blocked and then when I looked at it, why, it had been sent 8 times for crissakes. Then, when looking at this very blog to record that fuckery, why, it became inaccessible all of a sudden. I can see how easily the whole world could get fucked by operating on the "cloud", the networked mainframes, and then the network getting wobbled all over.
Thudding and room vibrations while I am online, and flipping through web pages, some of them deeply colored. Earmuffs on the entire time, but if they want to add a concurrent noise with shaking the room, they don't have any problem with getting through my earmuffs.
03-04-2012
Water hammer noise is getting through my earmuffs as I write this; the perp excitement seems to be over doing extensive bookmarking of useful web pages for a Viticulture assignment.
Last night, a legs shave in the bath, followed by a shower to get the soapy scuzz off me, and then skin cream to trap the water in, all in the service of keeping skin moisture up and its tan enhancing properties. It seems to work, as my legs are much more tanned than the rest of me and I get tanned evenly at the tanning salon.
That was yesterday, a big stakeout and gangstalking, and having me wait 1.5 hours because of a sudden Saturaday rush of persons needing tanning, when the place was empty the same time the week before. But hey, they had me walk around, get and pack groceries, some of them brown colored, and chocolate too. And we all know how the perps go nutzo over presenting brown colors to me in metered and incremental doses. And too, many brown vehicles were courseing around me for the first 10 minutes after the tan when I was walking back. Not just the light colored metallic tan colors, barely different from the silver-grey gangstalking vehicles they like to place around me ad nauseum, but honest mid and deep brown metallic vehicles, some three at a time in various confluence configurations. This insane choreography of matching gangstalking vehicles, by colors, vehicle type (SUV's, sedans, trucks together) and even design features (e.g. low sloped rear windows), has now reached a new level after ten years of this insane depraved abuse. The perps have finally had the temerity, (or whatever scientific purpose they have), to place multiple and mobile brown vehicles around me, but only after getting tanned, as in browner skin, and wandering around with brown colored grocery items for 1.5 hours. Fucking ridiculous, and plain fucked in the head, them that is.
03-04-2012, 1300h
Kept inside for most of the day so far, and only outside time has been to get my laundry done, and lo, if that didn't get me the most dreaded of noises, the Harley Davidson motorcycle noise. As mentioned, this place overlooks the road beside Riverside Park in Penticton, BC, and that has been the "parade route" for excessive numbers of noise making vehicles for all the time I am here. Now, even if still winter and about 5C degrees, the perp assholes have put on the motorcycle noise they know I loathe most of all. I haven't run to the windows to part the curtains to see if it is real motorcycling indiots, or if is a noise-only event, but one can be sure they like to grind me down with this particular noise anytime of the year.
03-04-2012, 1600h
Clearly, doing laundry was extra exciting for the perps today, putting on a bicycle-attending stalker at the stairway when I had finished putting the laundry on in the washing machine. (A separate outside accessible laundry room here at this motel). Two more visits to get the laundry dried as they have arranged 45 min. dryer time per load, and it isn't enough. Back again to re-start the dryer, and again for the final time to retrieve the lot. And lo, if the bicycle stalker wasn't attending to his bicycle again, and lo, if there wasn't also a vagrant stalker hauling his stash of bottles and cans to his bicycle in the middle of the parking lot. And lo, if he wasn't bent over as I passed by, like a good and well trained gangstalker asshole, bent over at the waist to stretch his spine.
And I notice that the perps like to hold me up in getting on with my assignments; they pulled a 1.5 hour nap attack when I was set to get started yesterday afternoon. And I wasn't short on sleep, I didn't need a nap, all I wanted to do was get going after the morning had been sandbagged but the strangely delayed suntanning session.
03-05-2012
My watch's date is magically out by one day, as in adding a day. It registered Feb. 29 OK, and Mar. 01,02 etc. but somehow slipped a day and now reads Mar. 06. That "caused" me to write down the wrong date the entire day in Viticulture class, today. I cannot count the number of times the perps have played this game, from stratight ahead mind-fucks, to watch sabotage, but they get no end of thrills of having me get the date wrong, behind or forward, it "happens" in equal measure. I reckon since this depraved abuse they started in 04-2002, they have fucked me writing or typing the date incorrectly, not including typos, at least 400x. Fucking hilarious for the juvenile minds that govern perp-dom.
Brownstalking on the way into class at the college this morning. A brown uniformed Fuckwit was packing a cardboard box 50' away, and legit it was, as he was headed to some newly placed dumpsters that recycle cardboard. But lo, if the Fuckwit didn't "happen" to enter the classroom an hour later or so and ask the instructor to take a spare table, itself a light brown formica with deeper brown particleboard underneath. He is at least the 8th act that has arrived in the classroom in some guise in the last two months of classes.
03-06-2012
A forced nap at the most unusual time, after reading some 10 pages of a viticulture paper, a sudden nap attack at 1730h, normally dinner time for me. Naturally, everything got backed up as I started making dinner in a post-nap state, being made to feel "floaty" and disengaged while chopping the chicken meat. And how many times have I complained of extra arranged noise at that occasion, as well as arranged noises? Probably a few times, though on the abuse level it isn't too big. Though it has been consistent for the nine years of making my own regular chicken quesadilla mealtimes, another anomaly also. I never would of stood for eating the same food day-in, day-out, bur for some reason, (har, har), I don't mind, so to speak. And if one is doing an experiment on rats, what do they feed them? The same thing of course, to eliminate the diet variables.
And it should note, the floaty sensation is linked to decreased amygdala activity in one's brain, the site of psychic energies say the sort-of experts. So... all those poor folk suffering this along with the rest of the symptoms of anxiety attacks, guess what? You could well be invaded by the Psychopathic Confederacy if you will allow this moment of unsupported conflation. Yes, I had anxiety attacks once, and I had no idea what was happening to me at first, as the doctor said I was healthy. A total feeling of dread goes with it, and little did I know at the time I was invaded and controlled, known to my then wife, employer and others.
More "brown stalking" this morning; a cardboard box bearing pedestrian ahead of me, and just when I caught up to her to pass by, why, flattened cardbox box happened to be lying on the ground next to the sidewalk on her side. Funny how that "happens".
A morning on learning about Transportation of Dangerous Goods, and fairly detailed it was too. Thankfully the final quiz wasn't too much of a surprise. And lo, if the instructor didn't have his cardboard prop too, to show us what all those numbers and letters mean that are printed on the side.
The class freak was in full dread mode today, like yesterday. No rear hanging bag hat to hide it, though I am never sure what is worse to look at. And he made sure he was on show when I went for lunch, "happening" to make fast exit from the room so he could be seen coming toward me when in the lobby. And fucking disgusting it is to see a head full of dreads, about the most well-named hairstyle there is.
And more sabotage; the Songbird music application won't import all my music when it did before. There isn't much variation on how one does things in Songbird, save appearances (skins). Another piece of sabotage IMHO, and I haven't yet found Windows Media Player on my Windows 7 machine either. It has been long understood that the perps govern every instant of my existence, and music and movies are under tight control. Even in the long past I could never understand why I went off music for years at a time, but now it makes sense in this model of having a totally run life, though what they get from this I cannot say.
More cold temperature perversity at the college today. The classroom has been cool most mornings, and a number of us are in folded arms mode to conserve body heat. At lunch time, a few of us go to the new building and eat in the cafeteria where there is some sun streaming through the S. facing windows, and limited warming. But today, for some insane perverse reason, the kitchen staff opened up a side door when it was about 2C degrees outside, and with the perps' ability to create wind anywhere they want, why, the wind came gusting some 50' inside and chilled us down. I "felt" it the most, and hightailed it out of there to get back to the classroom, and kept my coat on for the afternoon, something I don't ordinarily do. The rest of the table stayed there for some 20 minutes, also odd, as they were equally displeased with the kitchen staff's games. Anyhow, yet another way of having me prematurely part company and have a just-used seat there at the table, something the perps have long managed for, these musical chair-like games.
And there was a profusion of masers and plasma beams coming off the intructor in the afternoon today; I suppose that wearing my coat for the first time in the classroom might have been the perp excitement, as they are decidedly nuts about clothing colors, fabric types, and what is worn where- inside or outside.
03-07-2012
2050h
Tractor driving, class gangstalking is relentless; this most strange habit of at least one of them planting themselves immediately in front of me to block my line of sight, always the taller males.
Obstructed at gym, the assholes made me suddenly tired after one quarter mile lap on the treadmill. I managed to get another lap done while running, and then it was too difficult to do anything but walk another lap. I had been doing four lap runs twice a week for the last three weeks, and suddenly this tiredness onset. Nothing new to me, as they did this to me for street running in 2003, and I had given it up until recent weeks, and the odd permitted treadmill runs in 2006 and 2007, when I was allowed to exercise with the insane level of gangstalkers around me, herding me here and there.
I was also obstructed from getting on and writing my assignment, the third obvious time this past week. (Other methods were forced nap attacks just when I wanted to get going). Then when allowed to put some work into it they fucked the Save, and it didn't/couldn't be saved. then the automatic Open Office recovery was blatantly stopped "automatic recovery interupted", so I ended up with no saved changes after 40min. of work. Just to think they were pulling this shit all the time in 2002, and here they are, back at it.
negro stalking hang-around by the negro cleaner, changing his hours so to hang around, as normally he is around at 1530h, but lo, if he didn't change it for me at 1630h. Then another negro was hanging around outside the gym on the other side of the door, so when I decided to pack it in, why the fucker went into lead-ahead gangstalk mode, making it utterly clear he wasn't waiting for anyone, but there for stalking.
then the assholes obstructed another save on the above assignment file, doing exactly the same thing, hanging my Save again.
And it seems that the Job Bank site shutdown was on the heels of no viticulture jobs for two weeks, seeming to prolong the no-job activity they had already started under a different guise. Only orchard jobs now it seems; another suckdown maybe, get the training and then no jobs materialize. Done it, as in having it done to me in 2010 and the assholes are pulling the same shit again. They also screwed me out of a GIS job in 1990, after ten months of training, as I was assigned to a database development project instead.
03-08-2012
A morning of learning about workplace hazardous materials and then a field trip to Oliver, the second time this week, to tour the Kubota dealership, and then a farm implement manufacturing plant.
Constant internet fuckery going on tonight, even my Google searches are getting blocked, and was only seeking the next page. Another site, where I was intently reading about a grape varietal problem, suddenly got swapped out and a page came up in the same livery, that they had retired the site. Hilarious, swapping out web pages as I am reading them and putting on the excuse that the website had retired just then.
Other excitement for the perps, going by the accompanying noise increase, was that I opened up a cover letter file that was given to me by a female classmate, (also very attractive) as a template to work from in order to enhance my own cover letter. It always seems to me that the perps are curtailing my cover letters, and I find myself "stuck" on what to say.
03-09-12
2100h
As part of the vitculture class, a tour of the Slimline plant in town, they make Turbo-mist sprayers for orchard and vineyards. An exam after that, with the perps running interference on which answers were correc, screwing me out of at least 4 of 25 marks. A delayed lunch, then a barbque at the instructor's property, some wine, two hamburgers, one sausage and then 20 min. of tractor driving, then it was time to go, 1700h
Dude babble and floor scraping sounds have been arranged next door for me to overhear. The noise came through at the same noise level after I put the earmuffs on. Then later, pounding and vibrating this place on and off for 15 minutes.
A legs shave last thing before be, always a big perp event too.
03-10-2012
A Saturday, and the usual bus trip to the tanning salon. I t was nowhere near the zoo it was at the same time last week, more in keeping with the apparent low demand at this time of year. But having made a reservation so I wouldn't get screwed like last week, why, I still had to wait 10 minutes because they fucked up my reservation and put me into the booth, when I always use the lie-down bed. And of course there was someone occupying it, so 10 minutes waiting on the lime green covered couch. And I shouldn't of been too surprised by the lime green gangstalkring vehicles and clothed persons afterward. As with last week, great numbers of vehicles surging in arranged clusters, usually a brown one ensconced among silver-grey and white vehicles, and in clusters of 6 to 10 vehicles. Sometimes they are all going over the speed limit, and other times well under, adding a new variation to the arrangements, coordinated vehicle speeds among the vehicular gangstalkers.
And some laundry got done today, the perps timing of a long haired male Fuckwit to be outside the laundry room door when I exited. The same Fuckwit managed to time his next gangstalking about two hours later, just as I was about to enter my apartment with my laundry. Said dude had tied up both washing machines with giant loads of clothes, and I wasn't about to start pulling his laundry out of the washing machine.
I was finally allowed to complete on getting a hair cut; a burst of one way vehicular gangstalker when I exited the shop. It was a training school, so I got a haircut for $11, and the trainee at first, and the instructor as well.
Heavy duty tromping dudes outside, heard through the earmuffs, at least once/min. for 60 minutes, while editing a document on the PC. Then a colossal crap, and for once, no toilet plunging and related games.
The the alarm clock went off by itsel.
Some pounding and vibration heard through the earmuffs as I switch to another window/tab in my browser; exciting moments for the perps, insane abusive depravity as I see it.
03-11-2012
A "tab attack", where all open tabs got closed without warning by means of some fuckery around the lame (and sabotaged IMHO) Firefox tab group interface, about the dumbest interface going with implied mouse commands and the fuzzed out background that one cannot get back to. This was arranged after a run-up of water running noises heard through the earmuffs, and then when I slammed them down realizing I had been fucked out of 20 open tabs in the middle of attempting to detail some facts related to the paper I am attempting to write, why, a sudden onset of vehicle noise outside. This insane procession of vehicles past a park on one side and this residential and hotel area on the other, and this route is not a major one out of town. So why all this vehicular gangstalking outside? Anyhow, a total invasive disruption/Fuckover stunt, when writing this paper has been nothng but an total adverserial experience, on top of typo sabotage.It is fucking insane, outrageous and utterly stupid to be cognivitely sabotaged down to my very last deed and thought.
I am in the process of fixing a flight reservation for which Irecieved no email or confirmation number. I haven't flown anywhere for over nine years, so no doubt the flying experience is going to be severely sandbagged, from making reservations and on from there. The perps have a pressing need to understand something about human interaction with the earth, and take every moment to exploit this, from elevator games/gangstalking on up. Now, they let me "graduate" to making a flight in late March. We shall see if it happens. I have only being on hold for 15 minutes after a pissing match with the voice recognition software they are using as their "help" system.
The last time they let me fly was to Salt Lake City from Seattle in the fall, so to speak, of 2002, when I returned to work for a while, only to get screwed again in in December, as in not allowed to keep a job due to pummeling head pain that was blockable momentarily by putting my arms over my head or loitering near metal objects. It usually took them no longer than a minute to re-aim the beam at me to bring on the head pain again. I suspect the assholes have neutered my brain's pain responses since then, and are delving into the same places, without the pain sensations. Occasionally I get a deep pain jab, often at a moment of cognitive realization, say, getting screwed by the assholes as I attempt to pick something up, always a major fuckable event.
I finally got a person to speak with about my non-reservation as it turned out. And too, repeating the name, email address, credit card and phone number twice, the first time for the person to look for my reservation and possible credit card charge, and then again to make the booking.
Separately, an address change is going for the fourth round; unrelenting fuckups that are being made by a real person. somehow, the adress change didn't go through in time, so instead of getting the journal a week later after it being re-directed, why, it spent six weeks in limbo (somehow), and I didn't recieve it until early March instead of mid-January. It was the professional foresters monthly journal, and contained the notice of the annual meeting taking place in the same city I vacated after 10 years of being kept there (Victoria, BC). So.. all my forestry colleagues who attended the annual meeting, converged on the city 6 weeks after I departed for this viticulture school gig that I am now on. And too, someone didn't want me to know that, so they kept the journal in circulation so to speak, as in witholding my mail until it was long over. Nice of them, controlling whom I see and even ponder about.
I got to get this off, as I will be on a work practicum this week. Strange things are bound to happen, and I rented a vehicle to get there and back.
1900h
I started on the significant assignment after a forced nap (didn't need the sleep), then timed awakening for dinner, then after dinner, and then when getting started, noise outbreaks; noisy vehicles outside, jabbering gangstalkers,
Then when sending an email, why, it got blocked and then when I looked at it, why, it had been sent 8 times for crissakes. Then, when looking at this very blog to record that fuckery, why, it became inaccessible all of a sudden. I can see how easily the whole world could get fucked by operating on the "cloud", the networked mainframes, and then the network getting wobbled all over.
Thudding and room vibrations while I am online, and flipping through web pages, some of them deeply colored. Earmuffs on the entire time, but if they want to add a concurrent noise with shaking the room, they don't have any problem with getting through my earmuffs.
03-04-2012
Water hammer noise is getting through my earmuffs as I write this; the perp excitement seems to be over doing extensive bookmarking of useful web pages for a Viticulture assignment.
Last night, a legs shave in the bath, followed by a shower to get the soapy scuzz off me, and then skin cream to trap the water in, all in the service of keeping skin moisture up and its tan enhancing properties. It seems to work, as my legs are much more tanned than the rest of me and I get tanned evenly at the tanning salon.
That was yesterday, a big stakeout and gangstalking, and having me wait 1.5 hours because of a sudden Saturaday rush of persons needing tanning, when the place was empty the same time the week before. But hey, they had me walk around, get and pack groceries, some of them brown colored, and chocolate too. And we all know how the perps go nutzo over presenting brown colors to me in metered and incremental doses. And too, many brown vehicles were courseing around me for the first 10 minutes after the tan when I was walking back. Not just the light colored metallic tan colors, barely different from the silver-grey gangstalking vehicles they like to place around me ad nauseum, but honest mid and deep brown metallic vehicles, some three at a time in various confluence configurations. This insane choreography of matching gangstalking vehicles, by colors, vehicle type (SUV's, sedans, trucks together) and even design features (e.g. low sloped rear windows), has now reached a new level after ten years of this insane depraved abuse. The perps have finally had the temerity, (or whatever scientific purpose they have), to place multiple and mobile brown vehicles around me, but only after getting tanned, as in browner skin, and wandering around with brown colored grocery items for 1.5 hours. Fucking ridiculous, and plain fucked in the head, them that is.
03-04-2012, 1300h
Kept inside for most of the day so far, and only outside time has been to get my laundry done, and lo, if that didn't get me the most dreaded of noises, the Harley Davidson motorcycle noise. As mentioned, this place overlooks the road beside Riverside Park in Penticton, BC, and that has been the "parade route" for excessive numbers of noise making vehicles for all the time I am here. Now, even if still winter and about 5C degrees, the perp assholes have put on the motorcycle noise they know I loathe most of all. I haven't run to the windows to part the curtains to see if it is real motorcycling indiots, or if is a noise-only event, but one can be sure they like to grind me down with this particular noise anytime of the year.
03-04-2012, 1600h
Clearly, doing laundry was extra exciting for the perps today, putting on a bicycle-attending stalker at the stairway when I had finished putting the laundry on in the washing machine. (A separate outside accessible laundry room here at this motel). Two more visits to get the laundry dried as they have arranged 45 min. dryer time per load, and it isn't enough. Back again to re-start the dryer, and again for the final time to retrieve the lot. And lo, if the bicycle stalker wasn't attending to his bicycle again, and lo, if there wasn't also a vagrant stalker hauling his stash of bottles and cans to his bicycle in the middle of the parking lot. And lo, if he wasn't bent over as I passed by, like a good and well trained gangstalker asshole, bent over at the waist to stretch his spine.
And I notice that the perps like to hold me up in getting on with my assignments; they pulled a 1.5 hour nap attack when I was set to get started yesterday afternoon. And I wasn't short on sleep, I didn't need a nap, all I wanted to do was get going after the morning had been sandbagged but the strangely delayed suntanning session.
03-05-2012
My watch's date is magically out by one day, as in adding a day. It registered Feb. 29 OK, and Mar. 01,02 etc. but somehow slipped a day and now reads Mar. 06. That "caused" me to write down the wrong date the entire day in Viticulture class, today. I cannot count the number of times the perps have played this game, from stratight ahead mind-fucks, to watch sabotage, but they get no end of thrills of having me get the date wrong, behind or forward, it "happens" in equal measure. I reckon since this depraved abuse they started in 04-2002, they have fucked me writing or typing the date incorrectly, not including typos, at least 400x. Fucking hilarious for the juvenile minds that govern perp-dom.
Brownstalking on the way into class at the college this morning. A brown uniformed Fuckwit was packing a cardboard box 50' away, and legit it was, as he was headed to some newly placed dumpsters that recycle cardboard. But lo, if the Fuckwit didn't "happen" to enter the classroom an hour later or so and ask the instructor to take a spare table, itself a light brown formica with deeper brown particleboard underneath. He is at least the 8th act that has arrived in the classroom in some guise in the last two months of classes.
03-06-2012
A forced nap at the most unusual time, after reading some 10 pages of a viticulture paper, a sudden nap attack at 1730h, normally dinner time for me. Naturally, everything got backed up as I started making dinner in a post-nap state, being made to feel "floaty" and disengaged while chopping the chicken meat. And how many times have I complained of extra arranged noise at that occasion, as well as arranged noises? Probably a few times, though on the abuse level it isn't too big. Though it has been consistent for the nine years of making my own regular chicken quesadilla mealtimes, another anomaly also. I never would of stood for eating the same food day-in, day-out, bur for some reason, (har, har), I don't mind, so to speak. And if one is doing an experiment on rats, what do they feed them? The same thing of course, to eliminate the diet variables.
And it should note, the floaty sensation is linked to decreased amygdala activity in one's brain, the site of psychic energies say the sort-of experts. So... all those poor folk suffering this along with the rest of the symptoms of anxiety attacks, guess what? You could well be invaded by the Psychopathic Confederacy if you will allow this moment of unsupported conflation. Yes, I had anxiety attacks once, and I had no idea what was happening to me at first, as the doctor said I was healthy. A total feeling of dread goes with it, and little did I know at the time I was invaded and controlled, known to my then wife, employer and others.
More "brown stalking" this morning; a cardboard box bearing pedestrian ahead of me, and just when I caught up to her to pass by, why, flattened cardbox box happened to be lying on the ground next to the sidewalk on her side. Funny how that "happens".
A morning on learning about Transportation of Dangerous Goods, and fairly detailed it was too. Thankfully the final quiz wasn't too much of a surprise. And lo, if the instructor didn't have his cardboard prop too, to show us what all those numbers and letters mean that are printed on the side.
The class freak was in full dread mode today, like yesterday. No rear hanging bag hat to hide it, though I am never sure what is worse to look at. And he made sure he was on show when I went for lunch, "happening" to make fast exit from the room so he could be seen coming toward me when in the lobby. And fucking disgusting it is to see a head full of dreads, about the most well-named hairstyle there is.
And more sabotage; the Songbird music application won't import all my music when it did before. There isn't much variation on how one does things in Songbird, save appearances (skins). Another piece of sabotage IMHO, and I haven't yet found Windows Media Player on my Windows 7 machine either. It has been long understood that the perps govern every instant of my existence, and music and movies are under tight control. Even in the long past I could never understand why I went off music for years at a time, but now it makes sense in this model of having a totally run life, though what they get from this I cannot say.
More cold temperature perversity at the college today. The classroom has been cool most mornings, and a number of us are in folded arms mode to conserve body heat. At lunch time, a few of us go to the new building and eat in the cafeteria where there is some sun streaming through the S. facing windows, and limited warming. But today, for some insane perverse reason, the kitchen staff opened up a side door when it was about 2C degrees outside, and with the perps' ability to create wind anywhere they want, why, the wind came gusting some 50' inside and chilled us down. I "felt" it the most, and hightailed it out of there to get back to the classroom, and kept my coat on for the afternoon, something I don't ordinarily do. The rest of the table stayed there for some 20 minutes, also odd, as they were equally displeased with the kitchen staff's games. Anyhow, yet another way of having me prematurely part company and have a just-used seat there at the table, something the perps have long managed for, these musical chair-like games.
And there was a profusion of masers and plasma beams coming off the intructor in the afternoon today; I suppose that wearing my coat for the first time in the classroom might have been the perp excitement, as they are decidedly nuts about clothing colors, fabric types, and what is worn where- inside or outside.
03-07-2012
2050h
Tractor driving, class gangstalking is relentless; this most strange habit of at least one of them planting themselves immediately in front of me to block my line of sight, always the taller males.
Obstructed at gym, the assholes made me suddenly tired after one quarter mile lap on the treadmill. I managed to get another lap done while running, and then it was too difficult to do anything but walk another lap. I had been doing four lap runs twice a week for the last three weeks, and suddenly this tiredness onset. Nothing new to me, as they did this to me for street running in 2003, and I had given it up until recent weeks, and the odd permitted treadmill runs in 2006 and 2007, when I was allowed to exercise with the insane level of gangstalkers around me, herding me here and there.
I was also obstructed from getting on and writing my assignment, the third obvious time this past week. (Other methods were forced nap attacks just when I wanted to get going). Then when allowed to put some work into it they fucked the Save, and it didn't/couldn't be saved. then the automatic Open Office recovery was blatantly stopped "automatic recovery interupted", so I ended up with no saved changes after 40min. of work. Just to think they were pulling this shit all the time in 2002, and here they are, back at it.
negro stalking hang-around by the negro cleaner, changing his hours so to hang around, as normally he is around at 1530h, but lo, if he didn't change it for me at 1630h. Then another negro was hanging around outside the gym on the other side of the door, so when I decided to pack it in, why the fucker went into lead-ahead gangstalk mode, making it utterly clear he wasn't waiting for anyone, but there for stalking.
then the assholes obstructed another save on the above assignment file, doing exactly the same thing, hanging my Save again.
And it seems that the Job Bank site shutdown was on the heels of no viticulture jobs for two weeks, seeming to prolong the no-job activity they had already started under a different guise. Only orchard jobs now it seems; another suckdown maybe, get the training and then no jobs materialize. Done it, as in having it done to me in 2010 and the assholes are pulling the same shit again. They also screwed me out of a GIS job in 1990, after ten months of training, as I was assigned to a database development project instead.
03-08-2012
A morning of learning about workplace hazardous materials and then a field trip to Oliver, the second time this week, to tour the Kubota dealership, and then a farm implement manufacturing plant.
Constant internet fuckery going on tonight, even my Google searches are getting blocked, and was only seeking the next page. Another site, where I was intently reading about a grape varietal problem, suddenly got swapped out and a page came up in the same livery, that they had retired the site. Hilarious, swapping out web pages as I am reading them and putting on the excuse that the website had retired just then.
Other excitement for the perps, going by the accompanying noise increase, was that I opened up a cover letter file that was given to me by a female classmate, (also very attractive) as a template to work from in order to enhance my own cover letter. It always seems to me that the perps are curtailing my cover letters, and I find myself "stuck" on what to say.
03-09-12
2100h
As part of the vitculture class, a tour of the Slimline plant in town, they make Turbo-mist sprayers for orchard and vineyards. An exam after that, with the perps running interference on which answers were correc, screwing me out of at least 4 of 25 marks. A delayed lunch, then a barbque at the instructor's property, some wine, two hamburgers, one sausage and then 20 min. of tractor driving, then it was time to go, 1700h
Dude babble and floor scraping sounds have been arranged next door for me to overhear. The noise came through at the same noise level after I put the earmuffs on. Then later, pounding and vibrating this place on and off for 15 minutes.
A legs shave last thing before be, always a big perp event too.
03-10-2012
A Saturday, and the usual bus trip to the tanning salon. I t was nowhere near the zoo it was at the same time last week, more in keeping with the apparent low demand at this time of year. But having made a reservation so I wouldn't get screwed like last week, why, I still had to wait 10 minutes because they fucked up my reservation and put me into the booth, when I always use the lie-down bed. And of course there was someone occupying it, so 10 minutes waiting on the lime green covered couch. And I shouldn't of been too surprised by the lime green gangstalkring vehicles and clothed persons afterward. As with last week, great numbers of vehicles surging in arranged clusters, usually a brown one ensconced among silver-grey and white vehicles, and in clusters of 6 to 10 vehicles. Sometimes they are all going over the speed limit, and other times well under, adding a new variation to the arrangements, coordinated vehicle speeds among the vehicular gangstalkers.
And some laundry got done today, the perps timing of a long haired male Fuckwit to be outside the laundry room door when I exited. The same Fuckwit managed to time his next gangstalking about two hours later, just as I was about to enter my apartment with my laundry. Said dude had tied up both washing machines with giant loads of clothes, and I wasn't about to start pulling his laundry out of the washing machine.
I was finally allowed to complete on getting a hair cut; a burst of one way vehicular gangstalker when I exited the shop. It was a training school, so I got a haircut for $11, and the trainee at first, and the instructor as well.
Heavy duty tromping dudes outside, heard through the earmuffs, at least once/min. for 60 minutes, while editing a document on the PC. Then a colossal crap, and for once, no toilet plunging and related games.
The the alarm clock went off by itsel.
Some pounding and vibration heard through the earmuffs as I switch to another window/tab in my browser; exciting moments for the perps, insane abusive depravity as I see it.
03-11-2012
A "tab attack", where all open tabs got closed without warning by means of some fuckery around the lame (and sabotaged IMHO) Firefox tab group interface, about the dumbest interface going with implied mouse commands and the fuzzed out background that one cannot get back to. This was arranged after a run-up of water running noises heard through the earmuffs, and then when I slammed them down realizing I had been fucked out of 20 open tabs in the middle of attempting to detail some facts related to the paper I am attempting to write, why, a sudden onset of vehicle noise outside. This insane procession of vehicles past a park on one side and this residential and hotel area on the other, and this route is not a major one out of town. So why all this vehicular gangstalking outside? Anyhow, a total invasive disruption/Fuckover stunt, when writing this paper has been nothng but an total adverserial experience, on top of typo sabotage.It is fucking insane, outrageous and utterly stupid to be cognivitely sabotaged down to my very last deed and thought.
I am in the process of fixing a flight reservation for which Irecieved no email or confirmation number. I haven't flown anywhere for over nine years, so no doubt the flying experience is going to be severely sandbagged, from making reservations and on from there. The perps have a pressing need to understand something about human interaction with the earth, and take every moment to exploit this, from elevator games/gangstalking on up. Now, they let me "graduate" to making a flight in late March. We shall see if it happens. I have only being on hold for 15 minutes after a pissing match with the voice recognition software they are using as their "help" system.
The last time they let me fly was to Salt Lake City from Seattle in the fall, so to speak, of 2002, when I returned to work for a while, only to get screwed again in in December, as in not allowed to keep a job due to pummeling head pain that was blockable momentarily by putting my arms over my head or loitering near metal objects. It usually took them no longer than a minute to re-aim the beam at me to bring on the head pain again. I suspect the assholes have neutered my brain's pain responses since then, and are delving into the same places, without the pain sensations. Occasionally I get a deep pain jab, often at a moment of cognitive realization, say, getting screwed by the assholes as I attempt to pick something up, always a major fuckable event.
I finally got a person to speak with about my non-reservation as it turned out. And too, repeating the name, email address, credit card and phone number twice, the first time for the person to look for my reservation and possible credit card charge, and then again to make the booking.
Separately, an address change is going for the fourth round; unrelenting fuckups that are being made by a real person. somehow, the adress change didn't go through in time, so instead of getting the journal a week later after it being re-directed, why, it spent six weeks in limbo (somehow), and I didn't recieve it until early March instead of mid-January. It was the professional foresters monthly journal, and contained the notice of the annual meeting taking place in the same city I vacated after 10 years of being kept there (Victoria, BC). So.. all my forestry colleagues who attended the annual meeting, converged on the city 6 weeks after I departed for this viticulture school gig that I am now on. And too, someone didn't want me to know that, so they kept the journal in circulation so to speak, as in witholding my mail until it was long over. Nice of them, controlling whom I see and even ponder about.
I got to get this off, as I will be on a work practicum this week. Strange things are bound to happen, and I rented a vehicle to get there and back.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Flasbacks of Weeds
2055h
I spent the entire day weeding strawberries with a hoe today, resuming where I left off yesterday. And tonight, I am getting flashbacks, even in front of this LCD display as I type this, of the weeds in their various states of repose while weeding. I get the green dots as a replica of the tops of the weeds, looking down. The perps even did this while I was looking at the floor, replicating the fact that they were on the ground. Then when weeded with the hoe, the weeds, mostly germinants with a single stem and two cotyledens (beginner leaves) showing, lie flat with their white stems. And so I get plasmic flashbacks of white stems this evening. And underneath the weed leaves, it was a copper red color, and lo, if I don't get flashbacks from that too. And I suspect most readers know that I get routinely hounded with red colors, and copper ones especially.
So it seems that the perps want to replicate the visual appearence of each of these prominent weed colors I witnessed all day today. I suppose the intent is to see what reactions I have in this evening time light conditions, (dark now), as well as bringing on the rain tonight when it mostly held off today. And of course, being back at my apartment, the perps want to test my color reactions to the same ones seen on the farm job. I do hope it is the last time I spent weeding all day.
And as a diversion, and as part of the ongoing games as to where I sit and for how long, they brought out the plant feeding implement that gets towed behind the tractor, and it has four seats on it, side by side, and the farm worker sit in them to feed the strawberry plants into the planting machine. So.. I got to sit in the seat, next to the woman who follows me on jobs and occasionally connects for coffee, while the others loaded the trays of plants, even if frozen. The head farmer happened to come by and see that the plants were frozen and difficult to separate and cancelled the gig. He made the right decision of course, but it did seem a little farfetched that it took him to see the problem, when the others didn't, and likely had some experience with this planting implement in the past. So it seems this was an interesting perp diversion to have me sit in a seat next to someone else who has been on my tail for a year and for a limited time, no more than five minutes. And I am sure that regular readers will know how beserk the perps are as to where I sit, and for how long, and what material it is made of and what color. Hence the musical seats games on the city bus I have noted in the past.
I am getting lots of visual interference tonight, and am getting this page to appear to undulate and lift up in places and appear three dimensional to a limited degree. Nothing new there, save the frequency, as these reading surface games have been going on for a year or so, when they learned how to interfere with my depth perception at the neural level and by remote means.
The same woman who sat beside me in the planting implement (above) also gave me a ride to the local organic store and then downtown to my place. I couldn't help feel "friend stalked", knowing that the perps like to maintain stalker continuity as much as they can, and what better way than offering a ride. Of course it was a total clusterfuck of traffic out, and ordered in greyscale colors with the odd insertion of a red or copper colored vehicle. All that vehicle color action after a day of weeding similar colors.
Anyhow, that is it for today as I am bushed and will retire to something else other than this here LCD display, and all the flashbacks I am getting.
2220h
PS: Adding something; at least 20 screaming provocations of the perps this morning at 0600h. It is difficult to know what started them, though it seemed timed for the opening of a new package of small size tortillas and taking out the small package of dessicant inside. I haven't had such a fierce battle with the assholes this early for some months. The usual litany of mind-fuck abuses; forced "forgets" sending me to the wrong cupboard/drawer at least 5x, pokes and jabs on my fingertips and inside forearms at least 10x, faked noise, teleported crumb inundations, and a few others.
I spent the entire day weeding strawberries with a hoe today, resuming where I left off yesterday. And tonight, I am getting flashbacks, even in front of this LCD display as I type this, of the weeds in their various states of repose while weeding. I get the green dots as a replica of the tops of the weeds, looking down. The perps even did this while I was looking at the floor, replicating the fact that they were on the ground. Then when weeded with the hoe, the weeds, mostly germinants with a single stem and two cotyledens (beginner leaves) showing, lie flat with their white stems. And so I get plasmic flashbacks of white stems this evening. And underneath the weed leaves, it was a copper red color, and lo, if I don't get flashbacks from that too. And I suspect most readers know that I get routinely hounded with red colors, and copper ones especially.
So it seems that the perps want to replicate the visual appearence of each of these prominent weed colors I witnessed all day today. I suppose the intent is to see what reactions I have in this evening time light conditions, (dark now), as well as bringing on the rain tonight when it mostly held off today. And of course, being back at my apartment, the perps want to test my color reactions to the same ones seen on the farm job. I do hope it is the last time I spent weeding all day.
And as a diversion, and as part of the ongoing games as to where I sit and for how long, they brought out the plant feeding implement that gets towed behind the tractor, and it has four seats on it, side by side, and the farm worker sit in them to feed the strawberry plants into the planting machine. So.. I got to sit in the seat, next to the woman who follows me on jobs and occasionally connects for coffee, while the others loaded the trays of plants, even if frozen. The head farmer happened to come by and see that the plants were frozen and difficult to separate and cancelled the gig. He made the right decision of course, but it did seem a little farfetched that it took him to see the problem, when the others didn't, and likely had some experience with this planting implement in the past. So it seems this was an interesting perp diversion to have me sit in a seat next to someone else who has been on my tail for a year and for a limited time, no more than five minutes. And I am sure that regular readers will know how beserk the perps are as to where I sit, and for how long, and what material it is made of and what color. Hence the musical seats games on the city bus I have noted in the past.
I am getting lots of visual interference tonight, and am getting this page to appear to undulate and lift up in places and appear three dimensional to a limited degree. Nothing new there, save the frequency, as these reading surface games have been going on for a year or so, when they learned how to interfere with my depth perception at the neural level and by remote means.
The same woman who sat beside me in the planting implement (above) also gave me a ride to the local organic store and then downtown to my place. I couldn't help feel "friend stalked", knowing that the perps like to maintain stalker continuity as much as they can, and what better way than offering a ride. Of course it was a total clusterfuck of traffic out, and ordered in greyscale colors with the odd insertion of a red or copper colored vehicle. All that vehicle color action after a day of weeding similar colors.
Anyhow, that is it for today as I am bushed and will retire to something else other than this here LCD display, and all the flashbacks I am getting.
2220h
PS: Adding something; at least 20 screaming provocations of the perps this morning at 0600h. It is difficult to know what started them, though it seemed timed for the opening of a new package of small size tortillas and taking out the small package of dessicant inside. I haven't had such a fierce battle with the assholes this early for some months. The usual litany of mind-fuck abuses; forced "forgets" sending me to the wrong cupboard/drawer at least 5x, pokes and jabs on my fingertips and inside forearms at least 10x, faked noise, teleported crumb inundations, and a few others.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Carpet Day
1940h
I did some helping at a carpet auction today. A hour's bus ride out to the rural area to the fairgrounds, and then handling carpets for an auction. There was plenty of coughing and hacking, following, "inadvertent" touching and all the other perp feints, not to mention plasma beams sitting in my vision for a half minute or so. All the carpets were of Persian or Asian origin; I got a quick geography lesson in the hand knotted carpet business; Afganistan, Uzbekistan, Iran, Kurgistan and a few others. My once friends before the overt harassment began went to Turkey twice, and brought home a carpet once. What floored me besides the beauty of the carpets and astonishing craftmanship is how long these carpets take to make. A 6'x9' carpet, with 20 or more colors, would take a master carpet weaver four years to make. There are no synthetic fibres in these carpets, and no chemical dyes. The auction turnout was sad; only 5 bidders after 30 minutes, and it was ended after 60 minutes.
For all the multitudes of gangstalking vehicles out there today, I thought the perps would of stacked the room with the usual detritus of ambulatory gangstalkers. There was one woman I sort-of recognized from the early 1990's, as she was the mother of my daughter's friend. Another gangstalker was big on the UK accent, and curiously, coming some 30 minutes early. Later, in the public seating area, she sat down exactly where I had sat, also scarfing the newspaper I was reading. With all the availible seating, that was a bullseye, and not random action. The same "warm seat stalking" has also been happening at the gym too.
The event was a perp orchestration of huge proportions; not only did I get my bus "traveller" sitting in front of me, and the same operative later moving behind me, but also the bus travelled on the rare concrete roadway in this region. It was an old quarry truck road, and is still used to access the famous Buchart Gardens. It was at this transition that my open mouthed gangstalker in front of me changed seats to sit behind me. There was at least 2,000 vehicles on mobile gangstalking duty; four deep metallic reds clustered together with two white vehicles in front, and another white pair behind as one example of the relentless perp obsession in planting specific colored objects around me. The high incidence of vehicular gangstalking was aided by a 20 minute wait at the bus stop, all so the aforementioned gangstalker could present himself in side, back and front profiles, and also "meeting up" (aka Cheersing) with a long lost buddy to do the chat together stunt. Funny how their chumminess ended once they got on board the bus and split ambulatory gangstalking duties.
The inbound bus was also near full, and I got the sitting backwards seat again, the same as two weeks ago, also with a sleeping Asian girl, also with mouth hanging open. That she had a brown suitcase tucked under her legs wasn't too much of a surprise. The brown behind brown objects and beings has been a perp color stunt for months now, (brown suitcase behind brown skin). Another Asian girl also arrived across the aisle, sitting between my helping buddy and me. The number of pedestrians downtown today, a Sunday, was totally absurd; more than a weekday in tourist season.
And we had a skiff of snow in various locations, which somehow missed the area where the carpet auction was, but hit the area where the inbound bus was travelling through. There are uncountable numbers of microclimates in this area, but with the perps on top of every aspect of my existence, I wonder how many are due to them. Regular readers will know there have been some astonishing coincidences with my activities and the weather, and it only gets more coordinated. The basic rule about the perp ordered weather seems to be creating more temperature differences between me and the road. Or else, sprinkling a little rain as I set off driving my parent's vehicle is at a 50% coincidence rate of late. The perps don't like me to be in billowing rain spray for whatever reason. Other weather games relate to degree of permitted direct sunlight and darkening the clouds to get more grey scale ranges. There were at least two intensely grey cloud banks this morning, one at my place before I set off, and again when I was taking a lunch break outside the building where the carpet auction took place. But no rain, hail or even snow from these clouds today. The snow fell last night, and it was interesting to see all the perp organized parked vehicles that retained snow on them; there were many parked vehicles in public parking lots that seemed to have been left there overnight.
Other perp weirdness was having a city bus disappear as soon as my back was turned. Nothing new there, or the dude who kept on hanging around me at the bus exchange, and even gave me the stare for absolutely no reason. Then he never got on the bus that I took. Other perp annoyances were to re-bleed my healing right thumb knuckle injury they stiffed me with some four days ago; they pulled this twice, having me bleed onto the bedspread when making the bed, and then later when hauling carpets back into the white van the auctioneer had.
2225h
The first PC/ web access of today was about 1800h; no morning pre-departure web time was allowed. This was accomplished by the perps setting my clock an hour back in the night, and waking me up at 0830h instead of 0800h of my alarm clock setting. One cannot win in making any arrangement, as it can be compormised in so many ways. Sabotaging my alarm clock goes back to the days of 2002 when they woke me up in the afternoon once. That was to sabotage my flight arrangements and make them for a day later.
I also got screwed over for making the bus this morning; a planted "brain fart"/misperception and then I was scrambling to get going as I thought I had 10 more minutes before heading off. By creating this intensified panic, the perp had me in my coat, attending to getting lunch ready and placed in my pack. There were other routines that were messed with today, and I cannot recall them all. Just another day in the life of being a TI, likely one of the most significant nonconsensual human experimentation assets the perps have; I don't know of anyone who gets this second-by-second battle with the assholes 24x7. I would not be surprised if there were other like treated TI's in this city, as I cannot see that this substantial effort would be devoted to one individual. And one can be sure, in meeting the perp's objectives related to geography, they aren't going to send me anywhere, but instead, have proxies; that is shills who know me well who go to Turkey or the "stans" per above carpet sources.
Time to blog off today, and call it done; with today's major all day outing, the perps will want to give me shut-in time to acclimate again, if I read their machinations correctly.
I did some helping at a carpet auction today. A hour's bus ride out to the rural area to the fairgrounds, and then handling carpets for an auction. There was plenty of coughing and hacking, following, "inadvertent" touching and all the other perp feints, not to mention plasma beams sitting in my vision for a half minute or so. All the carpets were of Persian or Asian origin; I got a quick geography lesson in the hand knotted carpet business; Afganistan, Uzbekistan, Iran, Kurgistan and a few others. My once friends before the overt harassment began went to Turkey twice, and brought home a carpet once. What floored me besides the beauty of the carpets and astonishing craftmanship is how long these carpets take to make. A 6'x9' carpet, with 20 or more colors, would take a master carpet weaver four years to make. There are no synthetic fibres in these carpets, and no chemical dyes. The auction turnout was sad; only 5 bidders after 30 minutes, and it was ended after 60 minutes.
For all the multitudes of gangstalking vehicles out there today, I thought the perps would of stacked the room with the usual detritus of ambulatory gangstalkers. There was one woman I sort-of recognized from the early 1990's, as she was the mother of my daughter's friend. Another gangstalker was big on the UK accent, and curiously, coming some 30 minutes early. Later, in the public seating area, she sat down exactly where I had sat, also scarfing the newspaper I was reading. With all the availible seating, that was a bullseye, and not random action. The same "warm seat stalking" has also been happening at the gym too.
The event was a perp orchestration of huge proportions; not only did I get my bus "traveller" sitting in front of me, and the same operative later moving behind me, but also the bus travelled on the rare concrete roadway in this region. It was an old quarry truck road, and is still used to access the famous Buchart Gardens. It was at this transition that my open mouthed gangstalker in front of me changed seats to sit behind me. There was at least 2,000 vehicles on mobile gangstalking duty; four deep metallic reds clustered together with two white vehicles in front, and another white pair behind as one example of the relentless perp obsession in planting specific colored objects around me. The high incidence of vehicular gangstalking was aided by a 20 minute wait at the bus stop, all so the aforementioned gangstalker could present himself in side, back and front profiles, and also "meeting up" (aka Cheersing) with a long lost buddy to do the chat together stunt. Funny how their chumminess ended once they got on board the bus and split ambulatory gangstalking duties.
The inbound bus was also near full, and I got the sitting backwards seat again, the same as two weeks ago, also with a sleeping Asian girl, also with mouth hanging open. That she had a brown suitcase tucked under her legs wasn't too much of a surprise. The brown behind brown objects and beings has been a perp color stunt for months now, (brown suitcase behind brown skin). Another Asian girl also arrived across the aisle, sitting between my helping buddy and me. The number of pedestrians downtown today, a Sunday, was totally absurd; more than a weekday in tourist season.
And we had a skiff of snow in various locations, which somehow missed the area where the carpet auction was, but hit the area where the inbound bus was travelling through. There are uncountable numbers of microclimates in this area, but with the perps on top of every aspect of my existence, I wonder how many are due to them. Regular readers will know there have been some astonishing coincidences with my activities and the weather, and it only gets more coordinated. The basic rule about the perp ordered weather seems to be creating more temperature differences between me and the road. Or else, sprinkling a little rain as I set off driving my parent's vehicle is at a 50% coincidence rate of late. The perps don't like me to be in billowing rain spray for whatever reason. Other weather games relate to degree of permitted direct sunlight and darkening the clouds to get more grey scale ranges. There were at least two intensely grey cloud banks this morning, one at my place before I set off, and again when I was taking a lunch break outside the building where the carpet auction took place. But no rain, hail or even snow from these clouds today. The snow fell last night, and it was interesting to see all the perp organized parked vehicles that retained snow on them; there were many parked vehicles in public parking lots that seemed to have been left there overnight.
Other perp weirdness was having a city bus disappear as soon as my back was turned. Nothing new there, or the dude who kept on hanging around me at the bus exchange, and even gave me the stare for absolutely no reason. Then he never got on the bus that I took. Other perp annoyances were to re-bleed my healing right thumb knuckle injury they stiffed me with some four days ago; they pulled this twice, having me bleed onto the bedspread when making the bed, and then later when hauling carpets back into the white van the auctioneer had.
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The first PC/ web access of today was about 1800h; no morning pre-departure web time was allowed. This was accomplished by the perps setting my clock an hour back in the night, and waking me up at 0830h instead of 0800h of my alarm clock setting. One cannot win in making any arrangement, as it can be compormised in so many ways. Sabotaging my alarm clock goes back to the days of 2002 when they woke me up in the afternoon once. That was to sabotage my flight arrangements and make them for a day later.
I also got screwed over for making the bus this morning; a planted "brain fart"/misperception and then I was scrambling to get going as I thought I had 10 more minutes before heading off. By creating this intensified panic, the perp had me in my coat, attending to getting lunch ready and placed in my pack. There were other routines that were messed with today, and I cannot recall them all. Just another day in the life of being a TI, likely one of the most significant nonconsensual human experimentation assets the perps have; I don't know of anyone who gets this second-by-second battle with the assholes 24x7. I would not be surprised if there were other like treated TI's in this city, as I cannot see that this substantial effort would be devoted to one individual. And one can be sure, in meeting the perp's objectives related to geography, they aren't going to send me anywhere, but instead, have proxies; that is shills who know me well who go to Turkey or the "stans" per above carpet sources.
Time to blog off today, and call it done; with today's major all day outing, the perps will want to give me shut-in time to acclimate again, if I read their machinations correctly.
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