07-19-2016
I got a tip from the fellow at the laundromat who once had an employee who was treated by this alternate health care practitioner. He gave me the name, I emailed her, and she phoned back today. It seems that she has had a number of successes with cancer patients, and I am going to have a consult next week. At least things are progressing on this front instead of the ongoing impasse about sending job applications for the fall harvest season (winery work), and too, the 8 week impasse about making a call to get the 12.5' shelf made. I cannot believe the staunch mind-fuck obstruction over getting these two items attended to. And I cannot believe a billion dollar/year outfit would have any interest in actively obstructing me for 14 years when they were shadowing me for all my prior 47 years. That is how it goes down this rabbit hole; who knew that Alice in Wonderland would be a template for nonstop abuse of innocent citizens? Every one but me it seems.
07-20-2016
An intense gangstalk outside this evening after leaving the dirty dishes behind so I could get an organic cooked chicken. But no such luck, I got skunked. That didn't stop the tag team covering at every place I wanted to go, there in advance too, and joining me at the cashier. The checkout was another piece of work; a second one was open but the sign was up saying "closed" (after the present customer I assume). I go to the open one and the gangstalkers arrive behind me, and the aisle obstructer was ahead of me with a big load of groceries. The cashier calls for another checkout to open, and the same cashier comes back inside of a minute of closing it. She gets to come in real close as she needs to get to the cashier station, and asks me to come over to her checkout, and so I do so I can get done shopping sooner. Like WTF; she shuts down the checkout for a whole minute to play some stupid stunt that has her depart, then come back and cruise within few inches of me. Checkout follies are constant now; swapping cashiers when I arrive, moving me over to a just-opened checkout, obstructing checkouts (why I never go to Costco anymore), female-male cashier swaps just as I am about to be served etc.
Then at SOF supermarket they pulled a total rude one (same shopping trip); the self checkout suddenly plugs up with a wait line and so I go to a regular staffed checkout. Again, I get stiffed to follow a major grocery shopper. Then the assholes remind me about something I came to get, and I tell the cashier I will return to the checkout. I get back and need to again come close to get past a shopper who is filling the conveyor belt with shopping. I wait a few more minutes for the prior grocer to finish up and then the cashier calls some one over. A male store clerk arrives with a 2L bottle of brown cola, and she needs to tell him about someone (another staff member) "over there" (behind me). So this fucker starts waving his hand and the cola bottle in my direction, bobbing and weaving to look past me while the two of them determine just who this staff member is behind me. He puts down the cola bottle and still continues pointing at my face and I back off. This pointing and waving stunt goes on for another 20 seconds, and I am wondering why it is that so many assholes do this to me, ever since 04-2002. Anyhow, he finishes up and takes off, no apology of course. The cashier says "sorry" and I say it was nothing to do with her, but I told her it was the guy (staff member seemingly) waving his fingers in my face that I didn't like as I consider it to be highly rude. She goes all contrite and looks down and doesn't look at me any. How Absolutely Fucking Rude that a seeming staff member puts his finger 6" from my face and continues pointing while I was obviously disgusted with this personal space intrusion. This utter fucking bullshit every time I engage in a transaction. So Save on Foods; go fuck yourself and your rude assed SMIB staff. (Staff Members In Black). I am shopping elsewhere.
07-22-2016
A daily view count of 234 yesterday according to Google. I don't know why I have spikes like this from a typical average of 20 to 40 per day, and then suddenly 234. I give up; how many people really want to go down this rabbit hole? Only the afflicted in my estimation. And 432 page-views yesterday; most strange as the individual postings page-view count (20 to 50 typically) don't reflect this large increase.
07-23-2016
A Saturday, and a later start to the Penticton Farmers Market, as it gets to be a total ambulatory cluster fuck, and it was. More Fuckwits stepping in my path, more Fuckwits in "just stand there" to then present an obstacle, and even a Fuckwit making a beeline at me and causing me to divert. Thanks a bunch assholes. And to add to this fuckery, the display that I went to, same as last week, the woman was off attending to something for a full minute before "noticing" me. I stopped at another display, and got the same "ignore the customer/victim" routine. So with two purchases like that I got the out of there.
Later, a full leg wax at my usual location. New staff often, as it is a school. One worked on one leg, then another student came in for 10 minutes on the other leg and then had to leave for another service, and so the first one carried on on both sides. And then did all of the other side. The instructor, came by, she being a consistent player, and friendly, inspected the work, chatted with me and then left to meet me later at the till. On the way to the till, the student who took part in my prior two leg waxings "happened" to be coming the opposite direction and gave me a friendly hello. (This is not always the case as some students are friendly at the first service and then later give me the brush-off, aka "look away" treatment).
I was later sacked with an unneeded two hour nap attack, the perps wanting me to lie on the bed, not in it, with my just waxed legs exposed. And they hit me with more vivid dreams, something they now do every night since I started with the melatonin two weeks ago.
07-24-2016, Sunday
A hike today, with the usual high angst over getting a late start. (The perps constantly sabotage me so I don't get started on my hike, the latest time that I am comfortable is with a 1000h start for a short hike). This has been the first full sunny weekend for over two months, and for this region, that is highly anomalous. They allowed me to get up at 0730h, and didn't pull their oft-used stunt of having me sleep until 1000h, something which just infuriates me on a weekend, never mind the hiking consideration. Matters moved along reasonably well, and then within 20 seconds of leaving I get a text from my former weekend employer that he is passing by, and can he drop by to pay me. (This ridiculous scenario erupted as I had 18 unpaid hours with this on-off-on-off direct payroll deposit arrangement, and then they laid off much of their vineyard labor crew, so they had to pay me out. As to why a respectable large (250k cases/yr) outfit needs to pay me in cash instead of through their payroll system and mailing me a check is totally beyond me). So.... I texted him back saying I would be around for 30 minutes only. And with that, I drove around the block, parked again, leaving the pack in the car, and got onto vacuuming the place. It was a chore I decided not to do this morning when I was about to depart as I was sick and fed up about orchestrated delays in setting off for a hike, per above. And lo, I ended up doing just that. The guy came in 20 minutes, gave me the envelope with the cash, and we chatted briefly, and he left.
I finished vacuuming (always an event of high perp interest), and then set off to deposit the money at the ATM. And lo, if the thing didn't spit out the stack of bills and declare them as unreadable. The ATM didn't even count through the stack, and rejected the bills inside of a second or two. Another arranged delay IMHO, replete with malingering gangstalkers ahead of me and behind me, not bad for Sunday at 1030h. Both were elder-ducky males with the ridiculous big shorts and putting on the dumbstruck act and the one ahead of me standing around for no genuine purpose. And how many times have I complained about gangstalking and arranged jerkarounds (e.g. ATM on the fritz) when performing financial transactions? Too many to list here, and you can be sure to multiply that by 10x in the course of my daily doings.
Finally, I got to the trailhead at 1100h, not bad, but not what I had intended. Just more insane hike start time obstruction, consistent with nearly every time I have done this hike for the past 4 years IMHO. I got hiking, and then got to my off-trail tanning spot, and went skyclad for two hours, one hour per side. Then I was done, and then got back on the trail to return. I stopped at the farm store and met the friendly store keeper. I have met her some three years ago, and after the first year when she seemed unusually tense, she relaxed thereafter, and today, even came out to greet me as this was my first stop there this year. And she remembers my name no less, very unsual given the long standing perp games over people getting my name wrong, if the have any recollection at all. Last year, about 09-2015, she looked decidedly pregnant, not from one visit, but from many (3 or more). And so I asked her about her baby, and things got all confused as she has a 3 year boy, and she said she wasn't pregnant last year. I did the usual apology thing and said I got things "terribly wrong". So was this some kind of elaborate set up where she wore a prosthesis, or did she lose the baby? The latter instance I would dismiss as she seem very relaxed when the confusion came up, so I assume this was some kind of fake-out. So chalk it down to the "don't know" column, as I have definite memories of her with a progressive bulge on her front and the typical facial changes that go with it. (It was far more than possible weight gain, as I always allow for this possibility).
Anyhow, by the time I went to pay for my farm groceries she was on the phone and then two parties of U-pick blueberry pickers arrived and with appropriate visual apologies to me, the store keeper took the money for the just-arrived blueberry pickers. One giving me extra stare time for no seeming reason. At least I didn't get the rude-assed brush off which is what often happens when a Fuckwit intervenes to get ahead of me like at the Penticton Farmers Market when I go there. (Yesterday, per above, being a case in point).
Anyhow, the blueberry pickers preceded me to the same parking lot, and one party of two women split and then went to their respective vehicles, one each side of mine. One of them malingered on the passenger side of her vehicle like she was waiting, and then she moved 10' behind me to stand near the front of her vehicle, about 4' behind, me, and I didn't hear a thing. I looked at her in WTF mode, and true to stalker form, she was looking away. I was putting on a light jacket at this moment, always a high perp interest moment, any clothing changes for that mater. I then proceeded to the wine store, but from 20' away I looked back at her, now in pointless dumbstruck mode, shooting her the look of "are you crazy", and she looked away suddenly. I spend 10 minutes in the wine store and return, and there she is still pointlessly standing between our vehicles. Like WTF; why hasn't she departed? I get into my vehicle, and lo, if she doesn't do that too, and then proceeds ahead of me and down the access road and continues to lead ahead of me on the highway at the T intersection. Like WTF; she finished picking blueberries with her pal, puts them in the pal's vehicle, (odd, why didn't' they have one vehicle?) and then loiters around on the passenger side of her vehicle for no seeming reason (odd, why didn't she just get in?), waits there in dumbstruck mode for 10 minutes (odd, why didn't she just depart?), and then gets into her vehicle so to lead-ahead gangstalk me (odd, why did she time her departure with mine?). That is, stalk me in ambulatory mode near my vehicle after sneaking in behind me, and then in vehicular mode. I passed this wretch some 10 minutes later on a two lane section of the road, where a pickup also "happened" to be tailing her, and then passed her after I did. Go figure out all that.
And what is it about meal preparation that the perps launch into rage-ification attacks on me? At least 20x per meal preparation event, lunch and dinner. And even breakfast today, always the same, day after day.
A barbed phone exchange with the First Feral Family mother tonight, after my regular call with a TI. She thinks I should get a new urologist; true, but am I going to get anything different? Cut the prostate out, or else get it inserted with radioactive pellets, both with possible collateral damage of incontinence and impotence. (And we know who will exploit that problem don't we? All in keeping with the general theme I have been kept in for 14 years of having a lot of luck, but it has all been bad. A nod to HW). I told her I was going to see a herbalist and then she launched into automatic assignment of this person being a quack. I told her that this person (per above) has a lot of successes with cancer treatments and that it was worth a first try. And I added that mainstream medicine has got the science of cancer totally wrong, so no wonder urologists think of butchery solutions and call it a cure to cover their collective asses. And that they are like parrots, and one urologist would say the same as the next.
And then I tell the First Feral Family mother that how would I know that the cancer would be curable anyhow when I am kept in a densified magnetic field measured 4x with 4 different instruments? (Over 1800Gauss in 2008). Adding to that (rare) riposte, I said, "maybe the harassment personnel are causing the cancer and there is no hope of a cure anyhow?". She mumbled something about she didn't know anything about a magnetic field, and I said "yes you do and you knew this was going to happen 6 years before it did". Then she said nothing, in keeping with her usual dialog format of dropping out on these matters. (A topic that I had mentioned in the prior phone conversation with a TI). And I added, "if two psychiatrists say that I am being harassed then it is highly likely that I am". Again no response. Anyhow, she reiterated that I should get another urologist, and to end the call early, I said it was a good idea.
It is late, and I am to start extra early, and lo, the usual Sunday to Monday time crunch has begun for the week.
PS: Rachael O is back blogging after a four month enforced absence, a seeming frame up for a hearsay rap from a LEO or two. And it is not me sending her strange comments, as I don't send her comments any more, as it seems things just go plain wrong somehow.
Showing posts with label waving and pointing. Show all posts
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Sunday, July 24, 2016
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Merry Harassment
Ever the cynic about all things with respect to the First Feral Family quislings, and too, extensions of their actions and the whole harass-osphere, here are some observations in keeping with the season.
Will be at the First Feral Family house until Jan. 19, 2016 and I am already going squirell-y by way of my perp abetting mother's extra-hard of hearing. Act or not, everything needs to be repeated at volume. And the in-town, seemingly irresponsible brother doesn't seem too moved to act.
And she still has that unerring knack of getting in my way, before (usually), or else tailing me in the kitchen. Then plastering food remnants all over the place was another one, all the better (perp-wise) that it was yellow squash which she insists on cooking (unevenly) in the microwave, which then needs re-cooking once the cooked portions are removed, and of course, cause for plastering more of it on the fridge, counter, floor and microwave. That she cannot stand at the kitchen counter, but does the food prep sitting down in the dining area, means that an extra 12 running feet of house, mainly the floor and the table, get plastered too. I don't buy that doddering dip-shit act even if she is nearly 90 y.o.
The most memorable time did she go out of character, was in 2003 when the assholes finally allowed me out of incarceration to stay here at the First Feral Family house. (Which was protracted by three weeks as I just never find the right place to re-locate). And it was made verbally plain that I wasn't to stay here, even if there was plenty of room. At some point in this interim stay that I was in bed awakened about 0800h by someone stomping around in the attic over the adjacent bedroom. There is some 2' thick of glass fiber chips in the attic and so it is no mean feat to navigate one's feet on the rafters (2" high) as otherwise, standing between them would be too much weight on the topside of the plaster ceiling and one would put one's foot through. I was uncharacteristically early awake given the prior days' get-up times, and my mother from across the hall, through two closed doors, and seemingly sitting up, says "He is awake" in a tone of alarm, presumably to some unseen, but, audio-aware third party. Within some 5 seconds, the attic clumping/stomping stopped. All of which raises some significant questions; how did she know I was awake as I had made no sounds whatsoever and was getting out of bed to get closer to evaluate the attic sourced sounds. And too, she being a non-contiguous room away, across a hall, two closed doors and 25' away. Then, who was she talking to and how did she know they would hear, and how did she know the situation was getting dangerous (for them, as I was about to investigate)? And then, to dispel her non-stop dip-shit act, it meant she was totally on top of what was going on with respect to its ramifications that I was listening and then acting to investigate this overhead noise. And as the ceiling access to the attic was through a small space constrained needing a ladder in a closet in her bedroom, which was very unlikely to be arranged (at least in conventional physicality terms), how did this person get up there? And too, there was no subsequent noise of anyone coming down a ladder or otherwise coming down the attic access though the ill-fitting cover. It is one of the few times the perps seem to have blown their cover, but of course in this highly orchestrated unconventional existence, it might have served another purpose.
And what is it about this Merry Eruption of waving hands in front of one's face, that is, the Fuckwits shilling for the perps. That would be my perp-abetting mother, her visiting friend and then my in-town brother. This ridiculous sudden "habit" of saying something with excessive hand waving and making sure their hands are moving in front of their faces as they speak. Bizarre.
Then my mother's foot waving as she is sitting in the living room and artfully placing them in my L peripherial vision. So... I raise my L hand to side of my face while seated and block out this visual perturbation, one that also has the unerring knack of resuming should I drop my guard due to a perp invoked moment of inattention, usually due to shifting in my seat from a perp invoked discomfort moment.
The foot waving started at Kelowna airport, and that was before I got here. Three seemingly independent parties in each of the three possible directions I could look, each began the foot waving while seated. I can't think of anything more antithetical to the comfort of seating than that, and yet they kept this up for an hour. All aided by the fact that my usual sitting location with the wall at my back was disrupted as the wall had the seats removed and a bunch of other commercial kitch/services was placed there since last year when I was there.
12-27-2015
The ex dropped by, and I got to meet her new boyfriend, and her only one since we split up in 2001. I assume her now-new boyfriend was perp arranged as the perps are constantly arranging me to pass between gangstalking couple members, and sometimes they deliberately split apart when they silently get the word even if their backs are turned to mine. In this case (my theory goes), when "coupled", each member will share some of the body energy of the other and I reckon their mutual visitation must of been some kind of test as presumably her and mine respective body exchanged energies are long dissipated and she now has exchanged body energies with him. And so it would seem that their visitation would be some kind of mutual energy interaction triangle test; ex to me, new boyfriend to me, between them and then add in my perp abetting mother being there too. More than enough to ponder for the perps, but all I want to be is left the fuck alone.
Enough of the FFF cast of culls and having me drop at least 20 IQ points and taken down to their standard this past week
Will be at the First Feral Family house until Jan. 19, 2016 and I am already going squirell-y by way of my perp abetting mother's extra-hard of hearing. Act or not, everything needs to be repeated at volume. And the in-town, seemingly irresponsible brother doesn't seem too moved to act.
And she still has that unerring knack of getting in my way, before (usually), or else tailing me in the kitchen. Then plastering food remnants all over the place was another one, all the better (perp-wise) that it was yellow squash which she insists on cooking (unevenly) in the microwave, which then needs re-cooking once the cooked portions are removed, and of course, cause for plastering more of it on the fridge, counter, floor and microwave. That she cannot stand at the kitchen counter, but does the food prep sitting down in the dining area, means that an extra 12 running feet of house, mainly the floor and the table, get plastered too. I don't buy that doddering dip-shit act even if she is nearly 90 y.o.
The most memorable time did she go out of character, was in 2003 when the assholes finally allowed me out of incarceration to stay here at the First Feral Family house. (Which was protracted by three weeks as I just never find the right place to re-locate). And it was made verbally plain that I wasn't to stay here, even if there was plenty of room. At some point in this interim stay that I was in bed awakened about 0800h by someone stomping around in the attic over the adjacent bedroom. There is some 2' thick of glass fiber chips in the attic and so it is no mean feat to navigate one's feet on the rafters (2" high) as otherwise, standing between them would be too much weight on the topside of the plaster ceiling and one would put one's foot through. I was uncharacteristically early awake given the prior days' get-up times, and my mother from across the hall, through two closed doors, and seemingly sitting up, says "He is awake" in a tone of alarm, presumably to some unseen, but, audio-aware third party. Within some 5 seconds, the attic clumping/stomping stopped. All of which raises some significant questions; how did she know I was awake as I had made no sounds whatsoever and was getting out of bed to get closer to evaluate the attic sourced sounds. And too, she being a non-contiguous room away, across a hall, two closed doors and 25' away. Then, who was she talking to and how did she know they would hear, and how did she know the situation was getting dangerous (for them, as I was about to investigate)? And then, to dispel her non-stop dip-shit act, it meant she was totally on top of what was going on with respect to its ramifications that I was listening and then acting to investigate this overhead noise. And as the ceiling access to the attic was through a small space constrained needing a ladder in a closet in her bedroom, which was very unlikely to be arranged (at least in conventional physicality terms), how did this person get up there? And too, there was no subsequent noise of anyone coming down a ladder or otherwise coming down the attic access though the ill-fitting cover. It is one of the few times the perps seem to have blown their cover, but of course in this highly orchestrated unconventional existence, it might have served another purpose.
And what is it about this Merry Eruption of waving hands in front of one's face, that is, the Fuckwits shilling for the perps. That would be my perp-abetting mother, her visiting friend and then my in-town brother. This ridiculous sudden "habit" of saying something with excessive hand waving and making sure their hands are moving in front of their faces as they speak. Bizarre.
Then my mother's foot waving as she is sitting in the living room and artfully placing them in my L peripherial vision. So... I raise my L hand to side of my face while seated and block out this visual perturbation, one that also has the unerring knack of resuming should I drop my guard due to a perp invoked moment of inattention, usually due to shifting in my seat from a perp invoked discomfort moment.
The foot waving started at Kelowna airport, and that was before I got here. Three seemingly independent parties in each of the three possible directions I could look, each began the foot waving while seated. I can't think of anything more antithetical to the comfort of seating than that, and yet they kept this up for an hour. All aided by the fact that my usual sitting location with the wall at my back was disrupted as the wall had the seats removed and a bunch of other commercial kitch/services was placed there since last year when I was there.
12-27-2015
The ex dropped by, and I got to meet her new boyfriend, and her only one since we split up in 2001. I assume her now-new boyfriend was perp arranged as the perps are constantly arranging me to pass between gangstalking couple members, and sometimes they deliberately split apart when they silently get the word even if their backs are turned to mine. In this case (my theory goes), when "coupled", each member will share some of the body energy of the other and I reckon their mutual visitation must of been some kind of test as presumably her and mine respective body exchanged energies are long dissipated and she now has exchanged body energies with him. And so it would seem that their visitation would be some kind of mutual energy interaction triangle test; ex to me, new boyfriend to me, between them and then add in my perp abetting mother being there too. More than enough to ponder for the perps, but all I want to be is left the fuck alone.
Enough of the FFF cast of culls and having me drop at least 20 IQ points and taken down to their standard this past week
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Moving the House
1025h
A long day, not farm work, but helping the farm owing family move houses, using their trucks and with other co-workers. First, a "starter hoe-ing job", which seems to be some kind of baseline for the perps to have me perform for 20 minutes before I got called off for moving house duty.
A total day of FUD; the boss' son whose house we are moving and his inexplicable absences in managing the event, as we don't know one room/person from the next, and he isn't on top of it. Then I am working with a Punjabi and an Asian, neither of which speaks much English, and seem to be inherently oblivious to the obvious at times. Then do loony things like attempting to get an item through a door when it won't fit, after being told as much at least twice. I constantly had to ask what was to be moved where, where we were headed, and getting vague answers.
I met the woman of the house, and I suppose she was there to strut her gorgeous looking self, save the tattoos above her ass and when the cigarette was hanging from her lips. She seemed to be a nice person, even nicer than promoted, as she was made to seem a harridan over the marks on the furniture that were put there by the children, before us movers arrived. I suppose that was part of the set up; have the reputation of an ogre set in advance, and then find the real person to be quite the opposite.
And as one farm worker somehow forgot his lunch, she made hot dogs and slathered them with ketchup and mustard, the infamous red and yellow colors. And it does seem that there is subconscious traumatizations set up over this color combination (DHL trucks all over the gangstalking scene), but also hot dogs themselves. At least one of my former colleagues went on and on with this term as a metaphor to describe his healing chest wound from open heart surgery back in 2003. Hmm... somewhere during the recall deleted abuses of 1956-1959 I was subjected to, that hot dogs, or the appearence thereof, are part of the present re-enactment scene. Isn't normal to make hotdogs and then provide the condiments to go on them, much like the fast food places do?
Later it was the red Gatorade test, having me drink a liter of it when parched in the afternoon. I already seen a hugh increase in red colored vehicles and red dressed ambulatory gangstalkers, so I wonder if they are doing some other kind of testing.
red gatorade later when parched in the afternoon
And what is it about moving others the perps like so much? I have moved over 50x in my life, and have helped others, Ms. C in 2000, and an ADD colleague in 2003, and did a odd job in 2007. All the juxtapositon of objects, brown boxes, people moving back and forth, the slow incremental build up of objects inside a box (of the moving truck), and then their decremental oppsosite when unloading. Just plain exciting for the perps, as well as meeting all the family members whose belongings we were moving. Other oddities were some E. Indians arriving for some reason that wasn't made clear, and their kids hanging around me for no reason, then the neighboring male loitering around for no seeming purpose as well. All their to strut their dubious shifless selves at the right perp moment.
I get the city bus at 1930h and end up two seats away from this dude doing waving and pointing while talking to his pals. How this threesome ended up on the bus save for gangstalking and harassment purposes is beyond me, as they didn't seem to be the typical bus traveller at that time of day, on a Monday no less.
But this inane and excessive waving and pointing has increased of late, with my perp abetting-mother doing something similar the day before. First it was outside, and then the perps fucked me over how to use her phone, and that was a setup to then have her do this again inside and with the phone (read, EMF signals at the head) in hand. If I cannot stand anyone's fingers in my face then why am I getting harassed this way, now for over nine fucking years?
Then the bullshit at working at the First Feral Family house; weeding mostly as I rebuilt the compost pile the day before, always a big perp noise event. I had my usual STRATCOM B-52 overflights, then lower altitude Turbo Beaver/Otter aircraft, then private aircraft. As usual, the lawnmower noise, leaf blower noise and other orchestrated perturbations of suburbia followed.
05-31-2011
2015h
Not as long as a working day, though the same format; weeding for 20 min. with the boss using my hoe that I had just filed (though not enough to make it sharp), to demonstrate the technique he wanted. Essentially, all weeds around the straberry plant, including hand plucking the ones under the strawberry leaves. Apparently, yesterday's weeding crew (not me, I was moving the boss' son's house effects) weren't getting all the weeds. I was hoping for a whole day of weeding to aid in recovering from yesterday's strenuous moving work. Though, today wasn't as tough moving, but it still involved being in the FUD-zone with the language/logic barriers (a Punjabi an an Asian), and the inattentive boss' son.
And the cable installer was there today, crossing my tracks right and left, and wore the "uniform" of the male in big dumb shorts to his knees. What is it about this look that so interests the perps? Even the professional basketball players have this same dumb look. Then when I was out at the pickup truck the cable installer was at his truck nearby, cutting leaves and branches with his cable cutting tool. And have I not roundly and relentlessly complained that the perps go to no end to have me using knives, hoes and other cutting tools to then noisestalk me with aircraft, lawnmowers, vehicles, kids screaming and the like? And too, the same, though with a different noise complement when I am cutting up cooked chicken meat, or any other food item for that matter. What is it that fascinates the perps so much over cutting actions, cutting edge sharpening, use of various honing devices and the like?
2210h
Another go-round to get my Paypal functional again, and I am getting totally screwed; no email response for my unknown password, and the auto-respond phone system has my old number and cannot seem to get it that the new one is valid, not the one they have. Check your email Rachael O.
2240h
Time to call this one done, sketchy as it is, but I haven't had much PC time to get the details down.
A long day, not farm work, but helping the farm owing family move houses, using their trucks and with other co-workers. First, a "starter hoe-ing job", which seems to be some kind of baseline for the perps to have me perform for 20 minutes before I got called off for moving house duty.
A total day of FUD; the boss' son whose house we are moving and his inexplicable absences in managing the event, as we don't know one room/person from the next, and he isn't on top of it. Then I am working with a Punjabi and an Asian, neither of which speaks much English, and seem to be inherently oblivious to the obvious at times. Then do loony things like attempting to get an item through a door when it won't fit, after being told as much at least twice. I constantly had to ask what was to be moved where, where we were headed, and getting vague answers.
I met the woman of the house, and I suppose she was there to strut her gorgeous looking self, save the tattoos above her ass and when the cigarette was hanging from her lips. She seemed to be a nice person, even nicer than promoted, as she was made to seem a harridan over the marks on the furniture that were put there by the children, before us movers arrived. I suppose that was part of the set up; have the reputation of an ogre set in advance, and then find the real person to be quite the opposite.
And as one farm worker somehow forgot his lunch, she made hot dogs and slathered them with ketchup and mustard, the infamous red and yellow colors. And it does seem that there is subconscious traumatizations set up over this color combination (DHL trucks all over the gangstalking scene), but also hot dogs themselves. At least one of my former colleagues went on and on with this term as a metaphor to describe his healing chest wound from open heart surgery back in 2003. Hmm... somewhere during the recall deleted abuses of 1956-1959 I was subjected to, that hot dogs, or the appearence thereof, are part of the present re-enactment scene. Isn't normal to make hotdogs and then provide the condiments to go on them, much like the fast food places do?
Later it was the red Gatorade test, having me drink a liter of it when parched in the afternoon. I already seen a hugh increase in red colored vehicles and red dressed ambulatory gangstalkers, so I wonder if they are doing some other kind of testing.
red gatorade later when parched in the afternoon
And what is it about moving others the perps like so much? I have moved over 50x in my life, and have helped others, Ms. C in 2000, and an ADD colleague in 2003, and did a odd job in 2007. All the juxtapositon of objects, brown boxes, people moving back and forth, the slow incremental build up of objects inside a box (of the moving truck), and then their decremental oppsosite when unloading. Just plain exciting for the perps, as well as meeting all the family members whose belongings we were moving. Other oddities were some E. Indians arriving for some reason that wasn't made clear, and their kids hanging around me for no reason, then the neighboring male loitering around for no seeming purpose as well. All their to strut their dubious shifless selves at the right perp moment.
I get the city bus at 1930h and end up two seats away from this dude doing waving and pointing while talking to his pals. How this threesome ended up on the bus save for gangstalking and harassment purposes is beyond me, as they didn't seem to be the typical bus traveller at that time of day, on a Monday no less.
But this inane and excessive waving and pointing has increased of late, with my perp abetting-mother doing something similar the day before. First it was outside, and then the perps fucked me over how to use her phone, and that was a setup to then have her do this again inside and with the phone (read, EMF signals at the head) in hand. If I cannot stand anyone's fingers in my face then why am I getting harassed this way, now for over nine fucking years?
Then the bullshit at working at the First Feral Family house; weeding mostly as I rebuilt the compost pile the day before, always a big perp noise event. I had my usual STRATCOM B-52 overflights, then lower altitude Turbo Beaver/Otter aircraft, then private aircraft. As usual, the lawnmower noise, leaf blower noise and other orchestrated perturbations of suburbia followed.
05-31-2011
2015h
Not as long as a working day, though the same format; weeding for 20 min. with the boss using my hoe that I had just filed (though not enough to make it sharp), to demonstrate the technique he wanted. Essentially, all weeds around the straberry plant, including hand plucking the ones under the strawberry leaves. Apparently, yesterday's weeding crew (not me, I was moving the boss' son's house effects) weren't getting all the weeds. I was hoping for a whole day of weeding to aid in recovering from yesterday's strenuous moving work. Though, today wasn't as tough moving, but it still involved being in the FUD-zone with the language/logic barriers (a Punjabi an an Asian), and the inattentive boss' son.
And the cable installer was there today, crossing my tracks right and left, and wore the "uniform" of the male in big dumb shorts to his knees. What is it about this look that so interests the perps? Even the professional basketball players have this same dumb look. Then when I was out at the pickup truck the cable installer was at his truck nearby, cutting leaves and branches with his cable cutting tool. And have I not roundly and relentlessly complained that the perps go to no end to have me using knives, hoes and other cutting tools to then noisestalk me with aircraft, lawnmowers, vehicles, kids screaming and the like? And too, the same, though with a different noise complement when I am cutting up cooked chicken meat, or any other food item for that matter. What is it that fascinates the perps so much over cutting actions, cutting edge sharpening, use of various honing devices and the like?
2210h
Another go-round to get my Paypal functional again, and I am getting totally screwed; no email response for my unknown password, and the auto-respond phone system has my old number and cannot seem to get it that the new one is valid, not the one they have. Check your email Rachael O.
2240h
Time to call this one done, sketchy as it is, but I haven't had much PC time to get the details down.
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