06-05-2019
I was entering the mall for the SOF supermarket from the E side, which I rarely do, and lo, if the assholes didn't put on the family stalk show. The father 10' ahead of his wife in the "usual" (and ridiculous) couple or family stalking situation, then one of the two young girls (age 4 or so) lingers behind; something apparrently wrong with her footwear when it had been just fine when they were traversing the parking lot. The entrance was 15' from me, and I momentarily held up to let the child re-join the family, but no, she fakes me out by starting to proceed and stopping again to then look at her foot or shoe again. Screw that, I have seen far too many feints and dodges every time I go through a fucking doorway, (everywhere) so this was just another as I saw it. And so I proceed, and then lone child tails me in, and then runs around me to re-join her family when inside. Nothing wrong with her foot or footwear before or after. And besides, why was the mother such a ditz as to not wait and/or pay attention to her child? Because they were on the family gangstalk, and this was the scripted scenario, and if they pulled it off correctly, they maybe got a bonus. And they weren't done yet; the same troup "happened" to be there ahead of me at the checkout, per "usual" financial transaction moment..
It is just fucking insane that I am not allowed to pass through a doorway, including my own residence, without some kind of orchestrated shit show, now for 17 years of this relentless and senseless abuse-athon. And it should be noted that a common public gangstalk move is to have a couple physically split apart and force me to pass between them. (That is, I am acting like a normal public citizen and not running from this obvious shit). These stunts are aided by aisle constrictions in stores, or other blocking operatives forcing me along a certain expected path.
And of course, the stop, start and fake me out is a well worn public gangstalking stunt. Which is an extension of the "dashed expectations" fuckery that suddenly arrived with considerable frequency when all this rain of abuse began in 04-2002.
Interesting that the Psychopaths mostly leave me alone on the W side mall entrance now for the past two years or so, only an occasional malingerer or a headlight shot as I exit. The mere fact (for most folks, save the Psychopaths) of getting out of my vehicle on the E side invokes this family gangstalking stunt. Go fuck yourselves; stalkers and the directing operatives.
06-06-2019
I was leaving the vineyard at the end of the work day today, and lo, if I didn't have some sentinels (gangstalkers) at the gate. (Here we go again; entering and exiting property, this time a vehicle gate). For "some reason" the 3 year old boy was there alone at the gate with his head down and looking very avoidant and sheepish. And this infernal vineyard owner's dog also "happened" to be there too. This was a set-up at first glance, as the child is normally with the nanny everywhere on the property, and she was nowhere to be seen. Most wierd. And this infernal dog has taken upon itself to come at me with teeth barred and barking. I suppose the "usual" reason is that it is a shelter dog, though it could well be mind controlled to single me out, as no one else does or says squat about this intolerable situation. I even told the vineyard owner a few months ago that the dog goes for me alone with this ferocious and threatening display, and nothing got done. This time I screamed at the dog to piss off as I wanted to go through the gate and get to my vehicle, something it would know, as this animal has pulled this stunt before at this very location and circumstance.
Just then, I noticed that an irrigation line was broken and dumping water on the ground, and had been doing so as it extended 100' down the street. The dog and kid seemed to move on, as I was distracted by the irrigation problem. I attempted to re-attach the broken fitting while it was running (done this before, and have a technique), but no, I got a face full of water. I found the shut-off valve some 12' away, and shut it off, and then fixed it. About this time the boss lady came along, and I told her the story. I also noticed that the water ran under my parked vehicle, some 50' away.
So what was this multiple player stunt all about? The dog had already traumatized me earlier in the day by suddenly coming at me while I was deep in the vineyard, barking and barring its teeth. So I had already been traumatized, and the dog then pulls this shit again when exiting the property at the gate. Presumably the kid was trained up on this stunt as he looked so guilty, and was there on kiddie-stalk duty all by himself in a very uncharacteristic situation. And as the Psychopaths have this abiding and insane fixation over water; delivery methods (types of pipe), for drinking, for crop irrigation, bathing, weather and everything else, the broken irrigation line and the water running down the street and under my parked vehicle must of been the central objective of their test. (The infernal dog and its traumatization routine (twice in the day) seemed to be a sensitization "warm-up", and the young boy was a gangstalking prop, IMHO). As to what the Psychopaths need to know about water and its relationship to me I have no idea. It just wasn't enough that I swam in a swim club for 14 years, 3x/week, 2400m each practice. (And the pool facility even undertook a major water treatment system upgrade (chlorine to UV) during that time). And surely the rest of the swim club membership was in on all that before the Psychopaths went berserk/overt in 04-2002. I really don't care one iota as to what the Psychopathic agenda is with respect to water, just leave me the fuck alone. I have had enough.
06-04-2019
A "need" came on to attend to my vehicle maintenance; new shocks/struts, fore and aft. All parts were ordered and I arranged for the mechanics to install them. I don't do vehicle repairs anymore, as it is yet another situation where the Psychopaths would screw the hell out of me as they know I wouldn't have the tools or knowledge to do this efficiently.
Three years ago when I had the Camry, and was working for a vineyard with winery and wine shipping duties they set it up that I was moving cases of wine between the storage facility and the tasting room. And as it "happened" the rear struts were becoming problematic and I had them replaced. And lo, if there wasn't another wine case packing job a few days later after the new rear struts were installed. And then no more wine case moving activities after that. So it would seem that they wanted to test my new struts and wanted a prior benchmarking with the old ones.
This time no wine case hauling, but starting from when I picked the vehicle up, the rain came on, rather curiously, as there hasn't been rain for four weeks. The rain slicked streets seemed to come on to prevent any "testing" (faster road speeds). And on some road sections, they put on a slow going lead-ahead blocking vehicles. Only now (06-08-2019, Saturday) have they let me on some of the highway portions so I can drive faster, say, 80kph.
And in keeping with what has "erupted" so many times when I pick up my vehicle after it has been in the shop, another male is hanging around at the front desk. This was the apparent mechanic, and if so, possibly the guy who did the repairs and/or the test drive. Though back in 2002 when the assholes were very obviously on my ass, they didn't bother with the mechanic look, they just had some well dressed hanger-on loitering in the customer area for no seeming reason. Waiting at the local Ford dealership for their repair jobs (that take inordinately long) to finish is also another stalk-athon shit show.
06-09-2019
Sunday, and I normally do some private vineyard work, but was back by 1030h as the owner was away, and there wasn't much property work to do.
I spent some time outside on the lawn, as the weather changed for the good. I was reading and having coffee, and lo, if the neighborhood noise assault didn't come on. The grinder from the E house across the lane was already running when I went outside (building egress situation, note) as was a N neighbor and their weed eater. Not five minutes into the book, and lo, from the W bordering property, a loud over-revving lawnmower started up and kept going for 40 minutes, which tells me that they had to have done the lawn twice, because it doesn't take anywhere near that long unless they are protracting it.
But the noise assault was done yet; the "regular" noisy overhead regular single engine aircraft came over for some circling. This same aircraft has an astonishing habit finding me outside on many other properties. Then the more distant (one block away) HD motorcycle noise came on, the most loathed noise of all. The final noise source culminated in the parked dump truck being started up and run at idle in the lane opposite. Screw that, and so I went inside.
(Did I ever mention how the Psychopaths love to hound me with dump trucks (loaded or unloaded)? This seems to fit their continuing need to have soil samples and exposures planted around me. It just wasn't enough that I took soil science at university. All the while I was reading The Many Worlds of Hugh Everett III. Which is what I suspect the Psychopaths and their insane and relentless campaign (involving myself and all other TI's, and very possibly all humans in varying degrees of invasion and disruption) is all about; discovering the Universal Wave Function. Ask me if I give a shit; after 17 years of relentless abuse and harassment there is very little I care about.
Enough for a posting, and to call this done for last week. As one can discern, the perps (Psychopaths) are hard at coming up with yet more variations, permutations, combinations and spatial juxtapositions of every conceivable action and motion. And putting me through most of them. Woo-hoo.
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Tuesday, June 11, 2019
Sunday, September 18, 2016
Employment FUD
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.
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.
Sunday, February 28, 2016
Motorcycle Noise Near My Door at 2000h
A song for Rachael O considering her present circumstances (not to be taken too literally!);02-23-12016
"I Remember You" by Eilen Jewell; (skip the muddy sounding live version Youtube live video).
An escalated noise intrusion; bring the infernal and most-loathed noise of all, the HD motorcycle noise some 50' away in the back lane from my door. Why at this time of night (2000h), and why at least four re-visits and loiterings before driving off and coming back? Does someone know I absolutely fucking hate that noise or what?
Normally, they start the HD motorcycle noise as passing "tourist traffic" in April when there is a little more warmth in the air, but no, last week they started it up with at least 10 pass-bys where I work at a vineyard on a week day no less. There is simply no tourist traffic at this time of year and the winter-time restaurant closures don't re-open until April here in this summer-time town. So why the early inundation of this infernal noise?
A PC invasion of major consideration yesterday; the perps locked it all up; the mouse, the tabs, the keys everything. Even Windows Task Manager was inaccessible, so I had to do a single finger Windows shutdown. I haven't had one of those for a few years that I recall, but at this is a new (to me) re-furbished PC, they simply must go through their sabotage regimen on every new device in the household.
And why have the perps just locked up my email? I wanted to send an email to Rachael O and the "Compose" button "failed" but nothing else did. Give me a break. Send her your thoughts at ongangstalking.blogspot.com (or .ca if in Canada).
And why is it when listening to a whole album online the perps stop the playing about 2/3 into it? It has happened 3x in the last week and it cannot be a fluke. This is following prior blocking of playing altogether from the same site, so I could say this is progress of a kind.
02-25-2016
Much swearing at the perps last night as they blocked the Black Keys from playing, but allowed Eilen Jewell's live album to play just fine from the same site. The only difference (apart from the music) is that Eilen Jewell is a long time favorite of mine and had only heard the Black Keys yesterday for the first time. I thought they sounded interesting and wanted a full album listen, but that wasn't allowed.
And ditto when they blocked access to this blog for writing more of my vexations about their sabotage last night.
More swearing at the assholes today as they put a least six 2 to 3 mm holes on the R knee area of my very favorite winter time pants, my Craft thermal tights. I wear them all the time when on my own time as they have a 2mm pile of fleece on the inside, and being tights, they bend with me, so no air pockets etc., and are reasonably wind proof outside. They are absolutely the best winter time pants to wear, inside or outside, and can also serve as thermal underwear for work pants when working outside in the driving wind and cold. This is my second pair, and I purchased them only six months ago, and I am absolutely livid this insane sabotage attack erupted on them. And for the record, this did not "happen" in laundering them as I have worn the same pair for two weeks (evenings only), and nor did I attempt to climb any barbed wire or other snagging artifices. That they all erupted on my R knee and within a 6" radius spells perp sick-assed sabotage writ large. Ever notice the gangstalkers going around with spandex knee braces on if wearing shorts? What is with that too?
My hand is underneath the fabric to display as many holes simultaneously.
A road trip to Kelowna to see the "good' doctor, a three month interval since the last time. It seems that I am in the "tweak zone" now; up the injectable testosterone and DHEA a little, based on the latest test results. She slipped in a cholesterol test panel into the tests of three weeks ago; cholesterol, HDL, LDL, triglycerides etc., and said my numbers were "beautiful" and she had never seen a patient before with all those related parameters at levels she considers perfectly healthy. I suppose I can accept the praise, though I had little to do with it.
And I was gangstalked up the asshole when I got there too. Not only were my regular parking location meters now an hour instead of two and I had to park a block further N, but this young male gangstalker was on my ass as soon as I finished plugging the meter, and the mofo stalked me for a whole block, then a half block down an alley, and then right into the doctor's office. I haven't seen anything so blatant for a few years. Worse yet, they kept me hanging at the desk with this dick on my tail as the receptionist "happened" not to be there for a few minutes. Then another hoodie wearing woman came in with sunglasses (at 0900h) just to add to the clusterfuck inside the doctor's office. And what was a young male (under 24) doing at an anti-ageing and skin treatment clinic for crissakes?
Strangely, the doctor was wearing her coat for the first half of the consult session, and after I was putting on my shirt after she inspected the spots on my back, tingling of late, and when I turned around, she was wearing a normal indoor top/sweater set and her coat was off. What can I say? The perps just LOVE clothing on/off games, and having this victim remove his shirt, and she near simultaneously remove her coat is just too funny for the perps and their clothing color games. I suppose that is why strippers and lap dancers are everywhere these days.
I took my much sabotaged sole-delaminating boots from the Pentiction shoemaker who has had them for the past 5 months and hasn't done squat, and took them to the shoemaker in Kelowna. As it "happened" the assistant shoemaker in Penticton who promised to fix them and did squat has now relocated to Kelowna at the very shop I went to. And he was there, and recalled the boots and the owner assured me that they could be fixed. (Stitched through the sole). Oddly, to me, the owner promised to fix them for free, and better than that, he phoned me before the doctor's appointment was done and I got them back within the hour. These are the safety toed boots that just kept delaminating all last year, and had been in the shop at least 4x. That in alternation with the other pair of work boots that wore out, got fixed, and then the sole wore out in two months. I took these to Kelowna to get fixed over Christmas as I was pissed the Pentiction shoemaker ripped me off. Too much of a coincidence over these boots, shoemakers who re-locate to the competition 80 miles away and who get to work on them again in a different shop.
And on this re-furbished PC, in place of my regular one, now two months away for repairs that should of taken two weeks, I see my Yahoo email is now sabotaged in Firefox. It was displaying and behaving just fine, and lo, if the all too familiar stripped graphics and all text jammed to the left side stunt didn't erupt, just like on the regular PC. I "solved" this by using IE, but based on past experience it too will fail, and Chrome will finally "resolve" the problem like with the regular PC whenever it comes back.
On the other electronic item repair obstruction front, the amplifier is also over two months away for getting fixed. After they told me it shipped I waited two weeks and then emailed them for a tracking number to find out where it was. After not responding for another three days I now find out they didn't ship it at all, and only sent it yesterday. Like WTF; both were sent for repair/upgrade Dec. 18, 2015 and both parties have (seemingly) independently dithered and pissed around to obstruct return of my electronic items. I have half a mind to get another amplifier so I am never held to ransom like this again, but if needed, the perps can take both out at once if they like.
Not much web time tonight as I must sharpen the pruner blades for what I hope is a final day of vine pruning at this vineyard. The blades were deadly sharp and lo, within a few hours of use, why, the edges had been dulled by some means, both the electric pruners and the hardly used secateurs. Good one; I just love doing extra sharpening work. Almost as much as I like the HD noise.
02-26-2016, Friday
Finished the pruning at the vineyard, or at least, the cutting part and the pulling and clean-up to come later. And for that I get a week lay off while the new guy who doesn't know a whole lot gets to work all week. The excuse is that the owners are away etc. Bullshit.
And the alternate employer, with whom I shall work next week is to raise my pay from $11 to $12 starting Monday. Hardly a coinicidence though my pay rate is something I don't think much about; sufficient or not is the broad categorization, and the living wage in this town is $18. One needs a car for farm work, so what gives?
I was sharpening pruner blades again, as they have the annoying "habit" of the edges prematurely dulling. As part of the exercise I use paper towels, another perp fascination. And when putting the tools away, why, a water leak springs "from" the nearby 4L water jugs I use for my drinking water. It somehow dripped down the shelf onto a box for storing wine, and onto the floor. More paper towels got used to clean this mess up.
Then the syringe fuckery continues (for my injectable testosterone, as prescribed by a Responsible MD I hasten to add). Not only did they appear to steal about 4 to 6 of them about three weeks ago, they screwed me out of getting a new set to go with the Rx I picked up today. Thanks a bunch assholes. Then the opening hours on Saturdays preclude me from getting them then. On and on it fucking goes, one inconvenience on top of another and then more when attempting to remedy the sabotage. All in the name of either delaying my testosterone intake or else having me fish out used ones (by me only) and treat them with alcohol to sterilize them. Makes me sound like a drug addict. But perhaps that it is what it is all about; have me at least partially emulate what they might do to remotely monitor the energetic effects of substances in syringes that were re-used after sterilization treatment with alcohol. And follow said victim for all time, monitoring his every last cell in his body that had anything to do with the injected testosterone. Can we predict another 10 years of this insane abuse all for the assholes whose modus operandi is to never openly declare their human nonconsensual experimentation agenda? And might that extend to the whole human race, with thousands of TI's as extra "special" abuse subjects?
02-27-2016
I see Rachael O is out of being "sectioned" in MA legal parlance. No extended stay like they did to me. (Not like it saved me rent, as I still had my apartment in Seattle). I did send her an email and a blog comment a week ago or so, but I never heard back. I can understand why she, or anyone for that matter, doesn't need my help. (Because I am the TI Pariah, not because I am unhelpful!).
A warm sunny day in the vineyards near Oliver BC. I thought I was due to be pruning all day, but only a half an hour later we were called off to do netting removal at another site, about two miles away. And so, instead of cutting vines I was cutting off plastic trellis clips for most of the day as they need to be removed ahead of the tractor and the net winder pulling the nets in. I also got to work on the latter for two hours or so, pulling the net off the vines and the posts ahead of the tractor crew.
As usual, the Punjabi co-worker males jabbered away while I was doing this, they running the tractor and the net winder on the back forks. (The tractor backs down the aisle so the rear mounted net winder leads). And have I not mentioned in long ago postings how the perps just love to drive vehicles, this time farm equipment, over top of the very ground I have just walked on. Failing that, they will even plow it up, going back to the potato digging days of 2010-11.
I got the usual "average" aircraft coverage, perhaps 8 on the day, down from the past working Saturdays of double that. One was a EC-135 helicopter flying low, some 200' above terrain and with readable call numbers on the underside. I haven't seen this one before with a silver painted fuselage underside and black above. The perps just love that model of helicopter for some reason, with its characteristic rotor-in-tail feature. Also that it has a much lower noise profile, a softer, puttering noise from afar; go figure. The all time EC-135 coverage was in that same area in 04-2012, when two all black (identical livery) EC-135's flew in formation from S to N, and didn't return. How do you get two identical unmarked black helicopters together? I see that these puppies go for $3.2 to 4.0 million USD apiece, so who has the coin to fly these around in such frequency?
At the SOF supermarket last night, and I filled a 4L water jug owing to the above sudden rupture. The display and fountain is at an aisle end, and so what "happens"? Why a gangstalker shopper male does a 360 degree rotation at the N aisle junction 5' from me and then takes off, and lo, if he doesn't return and do another 360 degree aisle spin at the S aisle junction. Can we say this might be one mightly confused shopper with identical confusion behavior at both aisle ends (an aisle intersection that is), or was it just a sick-assed gangstalker-operative putting on the gangstalk acting on orders per SOP? You tell me.
02-28-2016
Sunday, and a rare day off of late as the winery owner hasn't got water at his site. It takes two weeks to get his in-ground tank filled (from a tanker) it seems. The well is dry (or else the pump isn't working) and he is hoping for creek water soon. With three sources of water, lake, well and creek, it seems like a made-for-perps scenario, given their interest in all things water and its provenance, including rain and snow. Now add in tanker delivered water to his situation and we have four sources no less.
I have been wearing boots (pair #3) at work (e.g., yesterday) for two months and they are wonderful, even at 5lb/pair, and are technically mountaineering boots. And so what "happens"? Why both my heels are blistered from yesterday's work which was not arduous in any way, the latter three hours was spent on level and soft soil, and walking the entire time.
Time to post this as I don't expect any further major reportable eruptions today. A shut-in Sunday so far, at1430h.
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