12-28-2012
Back from a trip to Kamloops for Christmas, such that I regard these events, as from this perspective they seem to fit perp purposes of new juxtapositions of objects (e.g. trees, holly in the house), and of course, all the packaging in its myriad of colors and materials.
I drove my perp-abetting mother's Ford Escape with the new snow tires, certainly a big perp event given their games over tires, rotational objects, and the very ground I stand or drive over. They organized some drivers to pass, then slow down, and then speed up when I passed them. One vehicle/driver did this four times in 15 minutes, ahead of a long sweeping 90 degree arc into Kamloops. For the most part, the perps cooperated on the weather as I climbed the mountain pass, so no undue manipulations there thankfully.
But it was an all in the family gangstalking, plus a friend of my bother came to stay for two days. He of the boarding house reach, just about planting his armpit onto my Christmas dinner, the fucking asshole. Why I didn't jab the fucker with my fork and do a "sorry" is a tribute to mindfucking. He knew he was going to get away with it in advance.
What was interesting to know was that one of them would tail me down the stairs each night I went to bed. Then in the evening when I was headed downstairs, before bedtime, the 7 yt.o niece was tailing me. I look back, and I get this guilty stupid face and then I got it; the freaking kid is on gangstalking duty now. Some Christmas, everyone in the family plus one, gangstalking me. My brother was in on getting way too close, doing mysterious "stand there" stunts and moving his feet toward mine under the table. The perps had me busy doing audio digitizing on a laptop while there. Then they fucked me in attempting to write the files to a DVD disc, something they have done at least 40x before in the last ten years of this insane abuse. Somehow, I didn't remember that in advance, and so the files just sit there, of no use to me. The notion of bypassing this fuckery by getting a USB stick somehow didn't "happen" until today, two days after the fact.
As part of the play games there, the WII Fitness measured me at 96kg, some 10kg more than last year when I visited them. And so it would seem that the perps put 22lb onto me over the last year and no one has mentioned a thing. I started farm work earlier this year, in April, and worked outside on farm/viticulture until early November. More physical work activity this year than any other since this insane abuse began in 04-2002, and "somehow" I got puffed up for an extra 22lb. Lucky me, as I was 190lb before, already 15lb overweight to begin with. But as obesity is nearly an North American epidemic, it strikes me that this would be yet another perp movement to study the population large, so to speak.
And for the record, the perps won't let me get in shape; any running or treadmill activity is met with a sudden wall of feeling tired after a few minutes, to to the point of not being able to continue. I never experienced this level of exhaustion in my whole life prior to the perps outing themselves as the master of all my activities and thoughts.
Other bullshit over the First Feral Family get together was an increase in dumbshitting me; playing extra dumb for whatever reason, if nothing else, to annoy me. Why is every one going stupid on me? All to set me up to have someone tell me that I am smart if past history repeats, as it surely will.
A stay-in day mostly; just when I was set to do backyard work, why, the rain started up. Funny how that happens.
Other low-lights from the FFF abetting; my perp abetting mother brings along a 2 liter insulated jug of tap water for the drive from Victoria to Kamloops, (5 hour drive, plus a 1.5 hour ferryh ride). And lo, if the only thing she takes from the vehicle to my brother's house is that same jug, as I did all the other unpacking, she of apparent limited arthritic ability. And she dumps the water down their kitchen sink; we hadn't drunk from it, or used it any way. I never buy her dithering dipshit act, as this kind of perp abetting testing of transported water is straight of the perp testing regimen.
On the second day of the parked and mostly emptied vehicle, my perp-abetting mother goes on about her sweater being in the vehicle and some other items. It is true that I left them in the vehicle, but I didn't see a compelling need for them. But I didn't quite get how she knew those items were in the vehicle in the first place as she hadn't a need for them. Normally, this might of begun as "have you seen my xxx sweater somewhere, as I had it out when in the vehicle". Then I could understand how she came to miss it, and then ask for it. All these little tells to go along with the faux coughing games.
And too, the hot water supply downstairs where we were staying went on the fritz. No shower for the last two days, and the last one with no shaving at all. Straight out of the perp harassment play book.
12-29-2012
My perp-abetting mother has cranked up the hindering games now; this unerring knack of being exactly where I want to go, or was, is getting so tired. Not bad for the chronic ditz act.
A full-on freakshow at the grocery store; not too mention the stocking/stalking carts being in each aisle I went to. Then an obstruction stunt at the checkout with my mother doing the extra protracted dither-about stunt after paying. Clearly, the perps are still onto something as to what financial transactions are.
Then leaf raking in the afternoon, the rain coming on just before getting outside and continuing all the time.
Then to visit my in-town brother for dinner, he of the perennial orange colored food; carrots and yams, and the same vegetables each time we visit. His sort-of girlfriend was there for dinner and then retired afterward, doing her incessant TV watching and whatever service for the perps as a brown skinned person of Thai origin.
12-30-2012
I got moderate coverage after fueling up my perp-abetting mother's Ford Escape, including one LH drive vehicle circling all the pumps before stopping to fuel up. Why LH drive vehicles are allowed here, or anywhere in North America for that matter, without conversion to RH drive is a tribute to perp machinations IMHO. Then onto the chocolate section of the LD store, the scene of last week's blunder-into-me stunt, I was still accompanied by the faux shoppers, aka dumbstruck gangstalkers. Then back to the First Feral Family house where I got the TV and DVD working together from a single remote control with the new HDMI cable. Truly a major event in perp games.
And I see that in-town brother got himself a TV yesterday, and passing on advice on how to link up the digital converter box. Within a week of my mother getting a new flat-screen TV, he gets a new one when he already had one. He said he was using up a store credit after his PC died twice in succession. Given the ongoing perp inanity over how and where they deliver signals to display devices, and the significant number of laptop packing/viewing gangstalkers, his new TV must be emulating whatever is going on here at the FFF house.
Other pedantic perp-important activities were raking leaves (think brown), digging soil, pulling weeds in the backyard. A third invasive weed in three years has to be pulled. All this in aid of building the compost pile, now 4' tall. As usual, the aircraft and vehicle noise started up, as did the adjacent neighbor yapping dog, and kiddie chatter from next door. The perps had me eat a 100g Milka chocolate bar before heading out, the first one in three weeks, and so it would seem they wanted a brown color signature while I was outside doing landscape upkeep work. And my mother had a red-coated friend come over while I was working the backyard.
I shall post this now, and call this week done.
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Sunday, December 30, 2012
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Shut the Supermarket Down
2015h
The assholes have been prematurely souring the mik, and just the evening I wanted to get more goat milk, why a power transformer blew and the powerline dudes were on the job along with the huge cable drums nearby. This shut down the supermarket for the rest of the evening, and hopefully didn't cause any other damage with the hot weather and their need for cooling or freezing food. And it is hot, but as always, this is exploited to as the deemed "cause" of profuse sweating even at 0900h this morning. Same for the car dealership cleaning job; I was drenched in sweat and the big deal for the perps seemed to be about me moping my face with the paper towels. Not to mention having sweat beads doing laterals and flying off me to be on the surface I am about to clean.
Other prior excitement for the assholes was to have me begin the first stool samples, and all the fuckery that attended it. I will spare the details, but the big plan to drain the toilet in advance didn't work, as the testing calls for the sample to not be under water. Well too bad, as it didnt' work out that way, and I am sure that is exactly how the perps wanted it. Only two more crappings to go, and if this week is like any other, I only shit twice a week; on Mondays (yesterday) and either the day before or after (today). That is usually it for the week and I never feel backed up or constipated, and I suspect the perps scoop it out by some teleportation means as a number of septic service tankers "erupt" (drive by, turn the corner) in my proximity when I am outside in public.
Other fuckery was keeping me awake for 1.5 hours last night head flipping in bed. An obnoxious outside noise would erupt, I would plug my ears, and then be forced to turn on my opposite side immediately following. This test/harassment protocol was so consistent that it was beyond any happenchance, and occured at least 50 times before I was allowed to sleep. There was some disruptive dreams in the morning, but I wasn't allowed any specific recall.
2050h
Some pics for some diversion.
Today, 07-28-2009, 0900h, soaked through the shirt from the Pseudosweats. Yes, this is an E. facing apartment with direct sun but is just not that hot then. Later at 1000h, the streets were pleasantly cooler due to a breeze that "somehow" didn't enter this 6th floor apartment when there should of been greater breezes at that elevation. And I left the sliding glass door open some 2', and "somehow" the noise came in but not any cool air. I didn't shave yesterday, hence being prime gangstalker bait with over 3,000 gangstalking vehicles arranged while driving with my mother, and this is after breakfast but before I shower, shave and the rest of the regular bathroom routine.
More plasma/maser markings "arrive" on my jeans, but these do wash off in the laundry. If one is lucky, one can seen some light (plasma) beam or else some blackish beam (maser) come off these black markings the perps "need" to install on the victim's clothes. Presumably this gives a direct read on one's pocket contents at any given moment the fuckers decide.
The brown streaks "arrive" on the pillow cases after being laundered. A nice split section in the center and variable brightness of the streak.
And lo, if the same brown streaks don't arrive on my olive green shirt from from laundering to render it unwearable by my standards. It wasn't enough to suck the dye out in some places over a year ago and add a slight brown tinge to it, shown in past photos on this blog. No sir, one is NOT ALLOWED TWO SHIRTS THE SAME or SIMILAR COLOR, therefore this olive/sage green shirt had to go, with the top most picture above showing the permitted sage green shirt, soaked as it is.
Other action today was taking the car cleaning items I purchased from the car dealership yesterday to my mother's place. The yellow plastic bag was just so exciting for the perps, putting on extra yellow dressed gangstalkers and gangstalking vehicles. Just wait, as the wax, wheel cleaner and interior cleaner are all differing colors (white, purple, amber respectively), and once I clean the car I will become serious color bait for the perps based on past experiences. I had the usual gangstalking Fuckwit standing behind me while making the purchase, the open mouthed dude with the two tone black/grey ballcap and the red hair. (The latter being especially loathed as an Unfavored hair color). Today, at her behest, I tried out my mother's just acquired dandelion corer, yellow painted steel.
The outbound bus trip was relatively calm; only four Fuckwits "with me" at the bus stop, and only three boarded. Later on the bus trip, three Asians of differing ages were clustered together but seemed to be acting independently as they all took their own seats around me. Then after some 10 minutes, they all got off together, still putting on the independent act. Fucking bizarre.
The return inbound bus trip was a zoo. I got screwed out of taking the bus I wanted as it was two minutes early, and then the alternate one on the other side of the road was three minutes late, stretching my wait time in the shade of an adjacent tree from the expected 7 minutes to 12 minutes. The city bus freakshow started in earnest with a green headscarfed woman on board, and any kind of head adornments that hide one's head or face are decidedly Unfavored. Now, was she wearing a rather un-summer-like dark green headscarf because I was under a green tree while waiting, or was it because I had a fresh green zucchini in my back pack? Who knows, as there were plenty of green color gangstalking vehicles while enduring the extra wait in the sweltering heat.
More silliness on the city bus freakshow was a woman with a two-wide stroller with two children in them, one of whom pulled on a seat prematurely while the stroller was in motion and the mother totally spaced out (on purpose I suspect), and the child was dumped out onto the floor of the bus to great wails and grief. Yessir, we have done this one before where they even bring the wailing child closer to me for whatever reason. By missing the first bus, it was some six minutes ahead of the bus I was on once they reached the same arterial street, (Shelbourne for locals), but lo, if there wasn't 19 passengers waiting at the bus stop on one of the hottest days of the summer. Unbelievable for a mid weekday, but there they were. My seatmate put on the bonhomie act with the driver for one bus stop's distance, and then had me lined up to sit beside with his red pack and his red juice in a plastic pop bottle. Near the end of the journey he even ventured to drink some of the red juice that he was keeping on his lap, presumably to test the red "reading" with the juice in him to me versus the on-lap version. Then when attempting to get off, some Fuckwit who just boarded and sat down in front of me then got up so to be in my way when I was waiting in the aisle while the bus was held up at the traffic control. In other words, the Fuckwit expressly got up to stand in my way, when he had no normal need to do so. That he was on the step below me also served the perp cause, as they seem to like changing respective elevations of the Fuckwits to the victim, hence the bend over games and the partial seated lift up and then sit down stunts I get to see everywhere in public, but especially on buses. And at the bus stop I see they have also relocated the traffic control, porting the power from the the original lamp standard to a temporary one some 2' away. I believe I have covered this senseless piece of civic works, but it seems the perps wanted to have the electrical wires exposed and a 200lb chunk of steet as the temporary pole anchor. If I don't get my recall fucked I will show a picture of this nonsense in the next week or so as I work through the latest set.
I was on installation duty at my mother's place; many of the purchases for the garden were still on the dining room table so it was up to me to assemble them, install them, and even put on the training as to how easy it was to operate the new hose nozzle for instance. We shall see. The perps are still beating on their interest in water and its properties as it comes from hoses and pipes of varying colors and sizes metals and plastics, as well as through irrigation pipes and nozzle heads. This too seems to be a huge area of research interest for them, and they aren't quitting anytime soon, and seem to be sucking wind on figuring it out, whatever the fuck it his they are hounding me over.
I also did more plant pruning at my mother's place, and that brought on the neighbor's lawnmower noise, same as yesterday while there. The perps have got a total fixation anytime I do pruning, plant cutting, plant pulling, plant digging up or any kind of plant injurious activity. The noise level goes up, and that would include the ones they plant in my mouth so it is heard through my head and not my ears. The freaking motorcycle noises were increased as were commercial trucks that ordinarily don't transit the adjacent streets with such frequency. The perps also set up some rock games; one was a red and grey color that I picked out of the back of a garden bed as I was raking up the pruned branches, thinking it to be an off-round rubber ball at first. Then after I assembled the ceramic bird bath that was purchased yesterday, my mother mentioned I could put in a piece of slate in the bird bath. She virtually admitted that it "just arrived" having no idea how it recently ended up in one of her garden pots. It was Thomas Townsend Brown that worked on petrovoltaics (rock electromagnetics, or energetics), so I imagine this too is just so exciting for the perps, to lay a chunk of supplied rock in the water of the just-assembled ceramic dish bird bath, filled from the just-aquired hose nozzle. (For the honey bees to land on and a low ramp for them to drink the water). Needless to say, there isn't anything exciting in it for me, as I have been through these various events when being a houseowner for many decades. As always, the perps have their reasons, and it doesn't matter one whit if it has been done before, even decades ago.
2205h
Time to call this a wrap and get something to drink as the open kitchen window has been rendered incapable of delivering cool evening air. Just extra vehicle noise to be heard through the earmuffs.
The assholes have been prematurely souring the mik, and just the evening I wanted to get more goat milk, why a power transformer blew and the powerline dudes were on the job along with the huge cable drums nearby. This shut down the supermarket for the rest of the evening, and hopefully didn't cause any other damage with the hot weather and their need for cooling or freezing food. And it is hot, but as always, this is exploited to as the deemed "cause" of profuse sweating even at 0900h this morning. Same for the car dealership cleaning job; I was drenched in sweat and the big deal for the perps seemed to be about me moping my face with the paper towels. Not to mention having sweat beads doing laterals and flying off me to be on the surface I am about to clean.
Other prior excitement for the assholes was to have me begin the first stool samples, and all the fuckery that attended it. I will spare the details, but the big plan to drain the toilet in advance didn't work, as the testing calls for the sample to not be under water. Well too bad, as it didnt' work out that way, and I am sure that is exactly how the perps wanted it. Only two more crappings to go, and if this week is like any other, I only shit twice a week; on Mondays (yesterday) and either the day before or after (today). That is usually it for the week and I never feel backed up or constipated, and I suspect the perps scoop it out by some teleportation means as a number of septic service tankers "erupt" (drive by, turn the corner) in my proximity when I am outside in public.
Other fuckery was keeping me awake for 1.5 hours last night head flipping in bed. An obnoxious outside noise would erupt, I would plug my ears, and then be forced to turn on my opposite side immediately following. This test/harassment protocol was so consistent that it was beyond any happenchance, and occured at least 50 times before I was allowed to sleep. There was some disruptive dreams in the morning, but I wasn't allowed any specific recall.
2050h
Some pics for some diversion.
Today, 07-28-2009, 0900h, soaked through the shirt from the Pseudosweats. Yes, this is an E. facing apartment with direct sun but is just not that hot then. Later at 1000h, the streets were pleasantly cooler due to a breeze that "somehow" didn't enter this 6th floor apartment when there should of been greater breezes at that elevation. And I left the sliding glass door open some 2', and "somehow" the noise came in but not any cool air. I didn't shave yesterday, hence being prime gangstalker bait with over 3,000 gangstalking vehicles arranged while driving with my mother, and this is after breakfast but before I shower, shave and the rest of the regular bathroom routine.
More plasma/maser markings "arrive" on my jeans, but these do wash off in the laundry. If one is lucky, one can seen some light (plasma) beam or else some blackish beam (maser) come off these black markings the perps "need" to install on the victim's clothes. Presumably this gives a direct read on one's pocket contents at any given moment the fuckers decide.
The brown streaks "arrive" on the pillow cases after being laundered. A nice split section in the center and variable brightness of the streak.
And lo, if the same brown streaks don't arrive on my olive green shirt from from laundering to render it unwearable by my standards. It wasn't enough to suck the dye out in some places over a year ago and add a slight brown tinge to it, shown in past photos on this blog. No sir, one is NOT ALLOWED TWO SHIRTS THE SAME or SIMILAR COLOR, therefore this olive/sage green shirt had to go, with the top most picture above showing the permitted sage green shirt, soaked as it is.
Other action today was taking the car cleaning items I purchased from the car dealership yesterday to my mother's place. The yellow plastic bag was just so exciting for the perps, putting on extra yellow dressed gangstalkers and gangstalking vehicles. Just wait, as the wax, wheel cleaner and interior cleaner are all differing colors (white, purple, amber respectively), and once I clean the car I will become serious color bait for the perps based on past experiences. I had the usual gangstalking Fuckwit standing behind me while making the purchase, the open mouthed dude with the two tone black/grey ballcap and the red hair. (The latter being especially loathed as an Unfavored hair color). Today, at her behest, I tried out my mother's just acquired dandelion corer, yellow painted steel.
The outbound bus trip was relatively calm; only four Fuckwits "with me" at the bus stop, and only three boarded. Later on the bus trip, three Asians of differing ages were clustered together but seemed to be acting independently as they all took their own seats around me. Then after some 10 minutes, they all got off together, still putting on the independent act. Fucking bizarre.
The return inbound bus trip was a zoo. I got screwed out of taking the bus I wanted as it was two minutes early, and then the alternate one on the other side of the road was three minutes late, stretching my wait time in the shade of an adjacent tree from the expected 7 minutes to 12 minutes. The city bus freakshow started in earnest with a green headscarfed woman on board, and any kind of head adornments that hide one's head or face are decidedly Unfavored. Now, was she wearing a rather un-summer-like dark green headscarf because I was under a green tree while waiting, or was it because I had a fresh green zucchini in my back pack? Who knows, as there were plenty of green color gangstalking vehicles while enduring the extra wait in the sweltering heat.
More silliness on the city bus freakshow was a woman with a two-wide stroller with two children in them, one of whom pulled on a seat prematurely while the stroller was in motion and the mother totally spaced out (on purpose I suspect), and the child was dumped out onto the floor of the bus to great wails and grief. Yessir, we have done this one before where they even bring the wailing child closer to me for whatever reason. By missing the first bus, it was some six minutes ahead of the bus I was on once they reached the same arterial street, (Shelbourne for locals), but lo, if there wasn't 19 passengers waiting at the bus stop on one of the hottest days of the summer. Unbelievable for a mid weekday, but there they were. My seatmate put on the bonhomie act with the driver for one bus stop's distance, and then had me lined up to sit beside with his red pack and his red juice in a plastic pop bottle. Near the end of the journey he even ventured to drink some of the red juice that he was keeping on his lap, presumably to test the red "reading" with the juice in him to me versus the on-lap version. Then when attempting to get off, some Fuckwit who just boarded and sat down in front of me then got up so to be in my way when I was waiting in the aisle while the bus was held up at the traffic control. In other words, the Fuckwit expressly got up to stand in my way, when he had no normal need to do so. That he was on the step below me also served the perp cause, as they seem to like changing respective elevations of the Fuckwits to the victim, hence the bend over games and the partial seated lift up and then sit down stunts I get to see everywhere in public, but especially on buses. And at the bus stop I see they have also relocated the traffic control, porting the power from the the original lamp standard to a temporary one some 2' away. I believe I have covered this senseless piece of civic works, but it seems the perps wanted to have the electrical wires exposed and a 200lb chunk of steet as the temporary pole anchor. If I don't get my recall fucked I will show a picture of this nonsense in the next week or so as I work through the latest set.
I was on installation duty at my mother's place; many of the purchases for the garden were still on the dining room table so it was up to me to assemble them, install them, and even put on the training as to how easy it was to operate the new hose nozzle for instance. We shall see. The perps are still beating on their interest in water and its properties as it comes from hoses and pipes of varying colors and sizes metals and plastics, as well as through irrigation pipes and nozzle heads. This too seems to be a huge area of research interest for them, and they aren't quitting anytime soon, and seem to be sucking wind on figuring it out, whatever the fuck it his they are hounding me over.
I also did more plant pruning at my mother's place, and that brought on the neighbor's lawnmower noise, same as yesterday while there. The perps have got a total fixation anytime I do pruning, plant cutting, plant pulling, plant digging up or any kind of plant injurious activity. The noise level goes up, and that would include the ones they plant in my mouth so it is heard through my head and not my ears. The freaking motorcycle noises were increased as were commercial trucks that ordinarily don't transit the adjacent streets with such frequency. The perps also set up some rock games; one was a red and grey color that I picked out of the back of a garden bed as I was raking up the pruned branches, thinking it to be an off-round rubber ball at first. Then after I assembled the ceramic bird bath that was purchased yesterday, my mother mentioned I could put in a piece of slate in the bird bath. She virtually admitted that it "just arrived" having no idea how it recently ended up in one of her garden pots. It was Thomas Townsend Brown that worked on petrovoltaics (rock electromagnetics, or energetics), so I imagine this too is just so exciting for the perps, to lay a chunk of supplied rock in the water of the just-assembled ceramic dish bird bath, filled from the just-aquired hose nozzle. (For the honey bees to land on and a low ramp for them to drink the water). Needless to say, there isn't anything exciting in it for me, as I have been through these various events when being a houseowner for many decades. As always, the perps have their reasons, and it doesn't matter one whit if it has been done before, even decades ago.
2205h
Time to call this a wrap and get something to drink as the open kitchen window has been rendered incapable of delivering cool evening air. Just extra vehicle noise to be heard through the earmuffs.
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Napping for Perp Games
1525h
A two hour post-lunch nap has just ended; as bizarre as anything else, "needing" this kind of sleep when I had eight hours of it overnight. Then when booting up the PC there were the on-off, by itself switch games, just to rile me up. And immediately following that, the extra wide right side Windows border was in place for me to deal with, then a sudden "need" to take a pee in the middle of that exercise. It would seem that the perps have a long way to go, playing games like that after five years of overt harassment.
Anyhow, as a Saturday, there have been no scheduled activities, and I was even contained by imposed notions, as I usually get a national newspaper to read, and "somehow", this did not happen. Onto other topics of vital interest, as the comings and goings of the perps is lacking in exceitement value.
I noticed late yesterday when loading the still pictures into the blog that I loaded one twice, which I later removed when repositioning them, as they always load to the beginning of this blog. Which tells me that the perps can now fuck with my short term visual recall, something they were testing over the past two months with this particular action. Usually there are two download sessions as Blogspot craps out (somehow) if too many pictures are uploaded at once, another made-for-me jerkaround I have come to know. This is one of my most critical recal abilities, and now it can be totally pissed with, meaning I cannot trust any recal now. This serves as an example of more progressive ability to sabotage mental functions from afar.
Which means they can screw with anyone else, as I serve as the first backtest subject, applying their newfound harassment methods to in order to disrupt more of my functionality to ursurp all of it. And as I type that, the noisescape flurry has started up, likely hitting on the truth. And still, I have no idea as to why the assholes continue this remotely, instead of brokering an agreement that would of saved five years of incremental pissing around. This is the biggest mystery of all, but it must represent one huge payoff the assholes have saddled me with. Fucking sick that there are organizations that operate totally illegally every instant that they are functioning, and have thousands of operatives and untold billions at hand to effect any support they need.
1725h
More earmuff wearing time owing to annoying squeakings from outside, but in fact, my annoyance level is controlled as well. Usually a large thumping noise will be scripted to punch through my earmuffs, typically when reading blocks of text. A long read of an electric vehicle conversion project online brought out the perp's need to harass me with noise. Then that wasn't good enough so they numb out the right side of my right hand, and it is only sitting on the trackball mouse. Hard to have a numbed hand in this circumstance except by remote invocation. And even that wasn't good enough for their fuckover games, so then they got into applying vision impairment; fogging up one eye at a time.
And recall, that my brother has only one eye as his contribution to this project when he was 2 years old, and still the perps are on this sick minded quest to fuck with what I see. Yesterday, when speaking to him in his backyard, he had his face turned to the sun, and the perps put on extra reflectivity off his artificial eye, likely in some kind of eye-vision recognition game. There has been an increase of online close-up pictures of eyes, irises, pupils and the rest of this body structure of late, and this invariably spells "current perp objective". What for exactly I don't know, but as they have been doing the same for limbs, heads, necks. elbows, feet, hands and other body parts; the assholes are hard at some kind of deep neural, even psychic level, body recognition energetic activity. Doing the impossible never bothered the perps any, as they have all the freedom to bring down a city's water supply (Vancouver), create motor vehicle accidents (as a passenger in a few), take down aircraft, create mining disasters and a long list of mayhem that speaks directly to the depraved assholes that plan my every breath.
1910h
I am still not allowed to call items by their name, e.g. noun. I constantly get stiffed with the planted syntax of using "this", "that", "thing", generic labels without specitivity. Fucking maddening, as it is not the way I speak.
1920h
The dusk time is earlier each day, and I am reminded of this with the perp games in somehow increasing the contrast of light levels between the outside and the PC display. At some point, the perps do something to make the contrast differential greater, and it becomes my cue to turn on some ambient lighting. And lo, if some street shouters didn't start up at this time, now earlier all the time, and even having them follow me on the streets. Fucking bizarre that there are so many more bizarre events erupting around me.
More fucking games; either my version of Flickr.com is getting spoofed, or I am being cognitively fucked with as I cannot see how to get photos loaded in there. In the least, I would of remembered how to do this, even if the commands are cryptic, and yet I am not allowed to recall what I once knew. Does anyone understand how fucking frustrating this is? And for that, I get the glass bottle bashing noise from outside, obviously this is a total setup, as the assholes have me infuriated over this intrusion.
2035h
More piss-offs to rile me up; a horizontal Windows border was made into a momentary wave shape by dint of some kind of visual cortex fuckery from a remote location. Then plasma projections are forming from this LCD panel, a "somehow" event that erupts when I blink, and a forced one at that, a the timing is always spot on.
Then for extra sadistic effect, as in riling me up some more, the perps sabotage my keystroking while repairing the errors they forced in the first place. Someone's head needs to be leavened with a baseball bat for that particularly vituperative jerkaround, and I will be happy to apply it to the operative in question.
And the overhead pounding started up when a noise flurry came on; then the street shouting again, and there is always the constant noise as if vehicular traffic were going at 60mph just outside my door, which is not the case at all. A pokey two lane road with limited visibility and traffic control at every block; I doubt if the speed limit of 50kph is attained except when the operatives control the traffic and intersections to have the odd dump truck bombing through for no reason, and I have seen a few of these.
Another stunt from yesterday which I am allowed to recall. In my brothers white trade van yesterday, a pickup truck ahead of us in traffic had a bottle of water balanced on the bumper, and was driving around us, and then lead ahead. I pointed this out to my brother as to what an absurd gravitation defying game this was, and he blew me off, attempting to insinuate that it was normal. Some minutes later, the bottle was lying in the center of our lane, and he drove over top of it, though to be fair, there wasn't much he could do.
The water bottle stalking has increased of late; yesterday I noticed my brother packed one out to the vehicle, not having drunk from it. This followed him offering me one small bottle of the caselot when we arrived, and which I drunk when he was outside on the bullshit mission with the putative house builder next door, where there is a reputed $300k renovation on a $480k house that sold two months ago. The whole deal doesn't add up, but all too often there is a perp objective in mind. There is nothing they like better than ripping open houses, cars, aircraft etc., often in the form of an accident, to have the inside exposed to the outside in a near as-is state. There must be some fundamental energy differences between the interior of these structures, and the exterior, and the perps seem flummoxed by it all. Hence, the myriad of gangstalkers on my ass when entering and exiting any building, even the wood built house of my last residence, the putative rooming house. It was a given that an operative was ahead or behind me, just behind the door before I opened it, or that there were operatives "just happening" to exit their assigned rooms and entering the narrow hallway for me to walk past them. Not my problem, so why am I being fucked over for it?
Other examples that I suspect have been some tragic car accidents locally where the pole was sheared and the top portion that was suspended from the overhead wires swung back and ripped the vehicle's roof off. This was at least three years ago, and I wonder if any of the locals suspected that the work might have been by the very clandestine agency that they gangstalk for. The driver and passengers were all about 18 to 20 years old, and were known to be responsible. Most who knew them cannot comprehend why they acted so foolishly as it was totally out of character. Based on my experience, this can easily be remedied, as carelessness is a trait the perps could fuck me with when needed, and then it would dissapate, and I would be careful again. I couldn't figure out these contradictory impulses then, and now I know why.
There is getting to be more errant window and dialog box "eruptions" for no ostensible cause, and this is another vexation the perps are continuing of late, especially when I am using the mouse for another activity, and then I am compelled to remove the perp invoked boxes clutter before I can act on what I had intended with the mouse.
Back to more street shoutings from outside, the main vector of bringing voice to my left side, and has less of a cover story when coming from the hallway so often.
2125h
More street hollaring, especially when I am using the headphones. Someone from this apartment building even started up a shouting dialog with the street act. And the timing of the shouts is highly coincident with new web pages displaying, especially for a picture of an all woman band. As my music listening activity now attracts more noise layering, it is time to back off that once refuge from the harassment goings on.
My gangstalking detail is parked outside of my apartment building when I exit. A red truck with a red dressed gangstalker on "just sit there" duty, aka sentry duty.
Another form of the gangstalkers in the same situation, the overdone vagrant act, all of them using shopping carts that do not come from anywhere nearby, and of course, putting on the red colors. And the background vehicle colors seem to be all for greyscale purposes; white, silver grey, mid grey, and perhaps a black pickup behind.
A posse of three, and maybe four, white vehicles around the red pickup truck.
More of my "sweepers", a term the perps must of planted for me to use. A red pickup with red fiberglas stringer ladders. There is a huge number of ladder bearing vehicles in this town, and they like to use red, yellow fiberglass and aluminum ladders often
My cyclist and the electric wheelchair act covered this block ahead of me walking it, the cyclist content to ride behind the wheelchair act the entire distance. And lo, if there wasn't two cycle lanes on this thoroughfare street, and that wasn't good enough for the cyclist; tailgating a wheelchair on the sidewalk was too much fun.
The "Plastic Bag Man", this one with a large black bag, where the white plastic bags have a modicum of a cover story if it is from a local store. (Not always). And I assume that I was to see, and energetically interact with, the bag and what ever contents in the shade and then the sunlit condition. This happening outside of a tire store, tires and rubber being objects/substances of intense perp interest.
Where I work out twice a week, and this is the public parking; three white vehicles side by side, two silver grey vehicles either side of a dark green vehicle, and likely a black vehicle furtherest right. Having vehicle egress activity while I pass by is most common. Someone tell me straight that these are random vehicle colors, or some other reason for these to be parked together, say, weightlifters like white. What are the odds I get a call, or a direct personal request to remove or obscure the face of the person in the picture, who I don't know at this point. It just might be another saga of the picture taking game harassment that begun last week.
2025h
And in the course of bringing the pictures in, it seems that part of my blog got lopped off, Blogspot (my version anyhow) places the pictures at the begining and not where the cursor is.
A two hour post-lunch nap has just ended; as bizarre as anything else, "needing" this kind of sleep when I had eight hours of it overnight. Then when booting up the PC there were the on-off, by itself switch games, just to rile me up. And immediately following that, the extra wide right side Windows border was in place for me to deal with, then a sudden "need" to take a pee in the middle of that exercise. It would seem that the perps have a long way to go, playing games like that after five years of overt harassment.
Anyhow, as a Saturday, there have been no scheduled activities, and I was even contained by imposed notions, as I usually get a national newspaper to read, and "somehow", this did not happen. Onto other topics of vital interest, as the comings and goings of the perps is lacking in exceitement value.
I noticed late yesterday when loading the still pictures into the blog that I loaded one twice, which I later removed when repositioning them, as they always load to the beginning of this blog. Which tells me that the perps can now fuck with my short term visual recall, something they were testing over the past two months with this particular action. Usually there are two download sessions as Blogspot craps out (somehow) if too many pictures are uploaded at once, another made-for-me jerkaround I have come to know. This is one of my most critical recal abilities, and now it can be totally pissed with, meaning I cannot trust any recal now. This serves as an example of more progressive ability to sabotage mental functions from afar.
Which means they can screw with anyone else, as I serve as the first backtest subject, applying their newfound harassment methods to in order to disrupt more of my functionality to ursurp all of it. And as I type that, the noisescape flurry has started up, likely hitting on the truth. And still, I have no idea as to why the assholes continue this remotely, instead of brokering an agreement that would of saved five years of incremental pissing around. This is the biggest mystery of all, but it must represent one huge payoff the assholes have saddled me with. Fucking sick that there are organizations that operate totally illegally every instant that they are functioning, and have thousands of operatives and untold billions at hand to effect any support they need.
1725h
More earmuff wearing time owing to annoying squeakings from outside, but in fact, my annoyance level is controlled as well. Usually a large thumping noise will be scripted to punch through my earmuffs, typically when reading blocks of text. A long read of an electric vehicle conversion project online brought out the perp's need to harass me with noise. Then that wasn't good enough so they numb out the right side of my right hand, and it is only sitting on the trackball mouse. Hard to have a numbed hand in this circumstance except by remote invocation. And even that wasn't good enough for their fuckover games, so then they got into applying vision impairment; fogging up one eye at a time.
And recall, that my brother has only one eye as his contribution to this project when he was 2 years old, and still the perps are on this sick minded quest to fuck with what I see. Yesterday, when speaking to him in his backyard, he had his face turned to the sun, and the perps put on extra reflectivity off his artificial eye, likely in some kind of eye-vision recognition game. There has been an increase of online close-up pictures of eyes, irises, pupils and the rest of this body structure of late, and this invariably spells "current perp objective". What for exactly I don't know, but as they have been doing the same for limbs, heads, necks. elbows, feet, hands and other body parts; the assholes are hard at some kind of deep neural, even psychic level, body recognition energetic activity. Doing the impossible never bothered the perps any, as they have all the freedom to bring down a city's water supply (Vancouver), create motor vehicle accidents (as a passenger in a few), take down aircraft, create mining disasters and a long list of mayhem that speaks directly to the depraved assholes that plan my every breath.
1910h
I am still not allowed to call items by their name, e.g. noun. I constantly get stiffed with the planted syntax of using "this", "that", "thing", generic labels without specitivity. Fucking maddening, as it is not the way I speak.
1920h
The dusk time is earlier each day, and I am reminded of this with the perp games in somehow increasing the contrast of light levels between the outside and the PC display. At some point, the perps do something to make the contrast differential greater, and it becomes my cue to turn on some ambient lighting. And lo, if some street shouters didn't start up at this time, now earlier all the time, and even having them follow me on the streets. Fucking bizarre that there are so many more bizarre events erupting around me.
More fucking games; either my version of Flickr.com is getting spoofed, or I am being cognitively fucked with as I cannot see how to get photos loaded in there. In the least, I would of remembered how to do this, even if the commands are cryptic, and yet I am not allowed to recall what I once knew. Does anyone understand how fucking frustrating this is? And for that, I get the glass bottle bashing noise from outside, obviously this is a total setup, as the assholes have me infuriated over this intrusion.
2035h
More piss-offs to rile me up; a horizontal Windows border was made into a momentary wave shape by dint of some kind of visual cortex fuckery from a remote location. Then plasma projections are forming from this LCD panel, a "somehow" event that erupts when I blink, and a forced one at that, a the timing is always spot on.
Then for extra sadistic effect, as in riling me up some more, the perps sabotage my keystroking while repairing the errors they forced in the first place. Someone's head needs to be leavened with a baseball bat for that particularly vituperative jerkaround, and I will be happy to apply it to the operative in question.
And the overhead pounding started up when a noise flurry came on; then the street shouting again, and there is always the constant noise as if vehicular traffic were going at 60mph just outside my door, which is not the case at all. A pokey two lane road with limited visibility and traffic control at every block; I doubt if the speed limit of 50kph is attained except when the operatives control the traffic and intersections to have the odd dump truck bombing through for no reason, and I have seen a few of these.
Another stunt from yesterday which I am allowed to recall. In my brothers white trade van yesterday, a pickup truck ahead of us in traffic had a bottle of water balanced on the bumper, and was driving around us, and then lead ahead. I pointed this out to my brother as to what an absurd gravitation defying game this was, and he blew me off, attempting to insinuate that it was normal. Some minutes later, the bottle was lying in the center of our lane, and he drove over top of it, though to be fair, there wasn't much he could do.
The water bottle stalking has increased of late; yesterday I noticed my brother packed one out to the vehicle, not having drunk from it. This followed him offering me one small bottle of the caselot when we arrived, and which I drunk when he was outside on the bullshit mission with the putative house builder next door, where there is a reputed $300k renovation on a $480k house that sold two months ago. The whole deal doesn't add up, but all too often there is a perp objective in mind. There is nothing they like better than ripping open houses, cars, aircraft etc., often in the form of an accident, to have the inside exposed to the outside in a near as-is state. There must be some fundamental energy differences between the interior of these structures, and the exterior, and the perps seem flummoxed by it all. Hence, the myriad of gangstalkers on my ass when entering and exiting any building, even the wood built house of my last residence, the putative rooming house. It was a given that an operative was ahead or behind me, just behind the door before I opened it, or that there were operatives "just happening" to exit their assigned rooms and entering the narrow hallway for me to walk past them. Not my problem, so why am I being fucked over for it?
Other examples that I suspect have been some tragic car accidents locally where the pole was sheared and the top portion that was suspended from the overhead wires swung back and ripped the vehicle's roof off. This was at least three years ago, and I wonder if any of the locals suspected that the work might have been by the very clandestine agency that they gangstalk for. The driver and passengers were all about 18 to 20 years old, and were known to be responsible. Most who knew them cannot comprehend why they acted so foolishly as it was totally out of character. Based on my experience, this can easily be remedied, as carelessness is a trait the perps could fuck me with when needed, and then it would dissapate, and I would be careful again. I couldn't figure out these contradictory impulses then, and now I know why.
There is getting to be more errant window and dialog box "eruptions" for no ostensible cause, and this is another vexation the perps are continuing of late, especially when I am using the mouse for another activity, and then I am compelled to remove the perp invoked boxes clutter before I can act on what I had intended with the mouse.
Back to more street shoutings from outside, the main vector of bringing voice to my left side, and has less of a cover story when coming from the hallway so often.
2125h
More street hollaring, especially when I am using the headphones. Someone from this apartment building even started up a shouting dialog with the street act. And the timing of the shouts is highly coincident with new web pages displaying, especially for a picture of an all woman band. As my music listening activity now attracts more noise layering, it is time to back off that once refuge from the harassment goings on.
My gangstalking detail is parked outside of my apartment building when I exit. A red truck with a red dressed gangstalker on "just sit there" duty, aka sentry duty.
Another form of the gangstalkers in the same situation, the overdone vagrant act, all of them using shopping carts that do not come from anywhere nearby, and of course, putting on the red colors. And the background vehicle colors seem to be all for greyscale purposes; white, silver grey, mid grey, and perhaps a black pickup behind.
A posse of three, and maybe four, white vehicles around the red pickup truck.
More of my "sweepers", a term the perps must of planted for me to use. A red pickup with red fiberglas stringer ladders. There is a huge number of ladder bearing vehicles in this town, and they like to use red, yellow fiberglass and aluminum ladders often
My cyclist and the electric wheelchair act covered this block ahead of me walking it, the cyclist content to ride behind the wheelchair act the entire distance. And lo, if there wasn't two cycle lanes on this thoroughfare street, and that wasn't good enough for the cyclist; tailgating a wheelchair on the sidewalk was too much fun.
The "Plastic Bag Man", this one with a large black bag, where the white plastic bags have a modicum of a cover story if it is from a local store. (Not always). And I assume that I was to see, and energetically interact with, the bag and what ever contents in the shade and then the sunlit condition. This happening outside of a tire store, tires and rubber being objects/substances of intense perp interest.
Where I work out twice a week, and this is the public parking; three white vehicles side by side, two silver grey vehicles either side of a dark green vehicle, and likely a black vehicle furtherest right. Having vehicle egress activity while I pass by is most common. Someone tell me straight that these are random vehicle colors, or some other reason for these to be parked together, say, weightlifters like white. What are the odds I get a call, or a direct personal request to remove or obscure the face of the person in the picture, who I don't know at this point. It just might be another saga of the picture taking game harassment that begun last week.
2025h
And in the course of bringing the pictures in, it seems that part of my blog got lopped off, Blogspot (my version anyhow) places the pictures at the begining and not where the cursor is.
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