Flight Week

07-30-2012
Monday, and the vineyard owners are to return and see the over-thining my co-worker did three days ago. They won't be pleased, and I get to do all the explaining as it was her last working day. Too cute, as in too  convenient.

They are away on a family emergency, which does make me wonder as to how these are arranged in concert with more dull things going wrong, per above. As in being the only one working there for three days in succession, kind of a perp signature move. If one is to cooperate with the perps, do they sign up for a non-injury car crash, or hospitalization or what? Some of the things that happened to my long past co-workers or colleagues were borderline tragic, so it does make me wonder if they sign up for a certain level of personal injury? And I am talking about months, six or more, of rehabilitation.

This is the week I fly (Aug. 01, Wednesday), for the third time since Mar. 30, 2012, to Victoria, BC, the Gangstalking Capital of Canada for a First Feral Family function. The perps hadn't let me fly anywhere since late 2002, and now three times in four months. Maybe it is to have me expose my vineyard worker  tan to family, as they are all cooperating and abetting. And of course, the brown skin color is so vital to the perps' objectives, this might be the real reason. Yesterday, while at the mall for my crap refugee routine, a Caucasian woman with a very dark brown tan on her back, and no straplines either, lead ahead of me in gangstalking mode from outside in the parking lot to the food court. Only afterward was I allowed to ruminate on this and its possible perp activity connections.

A white colored twin enging prop aircraft made 30 passes overhead while listening to Capercaillie on my headphones while in the vineyard. And of course, getting the engine noise through the headphones. I haven't listened to their records for at least 15 years, save the odd YouTube look/listen.

07-31-2012
I learned that the family emergency of the vineyard owners was due to their son getting a staph infection in his blood. Extensive surgery was undertaken and subsequent monitoring are in order. They were fortunate that he survived, as it was a 50-50 chance going into surgery which was moved ahead a day, another fortuituous decision.

And yet again, with headphones on and listening to Capercaillie while triming vine shoots nearby noise starts up and runs for at least four hours. This was the senseless over-revving gasoline powered string trimmer act again, another vineyard across the street. End of music listening then and there with that racket getting through the headphones.

And no Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS) yesterday and today; perhaps that two blocked toilets stunt was their swansong in terms of bowel harassment. We shall see, as they don't like me to become complacent, aka, keeping the FUD (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt) going, an ever continuing need of the perps.

08-05-2012
Five days away on a First Feral Family visit. All three brothers, their spouses and my ex, my father (senile, wheelchair bound), my mother, my niece (8 yo.)and my daughter (22 yo.). And I am talking about the in-town brother and his Thai girlfriend and her brown skin, and out-of-town brother's E. Indian wife, both part of the continuing brown skin comparison/harassment show. And too, my brown skin from tanning, with various changes in color as I get tanned much more on the back of my legs and back than on my front due to the nature of the vineyard work. That is, standing up with the trellis at arm's length to do work on shoots, leaves etc.

A family get-together at the Buchart Gardens dining room, and a very cute and friendly Mexican woman as the waitress, just a little brown she was. From the window, we could see a courtyard below with the tourists passing by on show; major gut struts and the orange and red (both highly Unfavored) T-shirt gang were out in force/on parade. Then a one hour family gangstalking while touring the gardens, with plenty of Asian tourists and some 5 different negroes also hounding me in multiple places. The sirens were heard, but as this is so common now, I am resigned to it being either noise or for real. It was the latter, as a tour bus, some half mile away, and full of Asian tourists, caught fire and the bus had to be evacuated as it burned to a crisp in mid-intersection, the last one before the Buchart Gardens. Another case of burning fire where a party of Asians had been sitting; and it won't be the last time. They all got off safely thankfully, but one has to wonder just how this "happened", and what the perp agenda was. No doubt there was some distant dependent energy interaction as part of this, though again, I have no idea why the perps pulled this one.

I am compressing five days into one single headline, so this won't cover all the feints and fuckarounds courtesy of the First Feral Family. One was a visit to the specialty tool shop with the out-of-town brother; we had done this same trip last year. This time, on the way back, he got an involved cell phone call and pulled over and had me drive his late model Honda Pilot the remainder of the trip, of some 15 min. duration. I had never driven this before, and it is a light tan brown color with a darker shade of brown (caramel) interior. And as it was a USA import model, the speedometer was in MPH, something I "somehow" forgot, and I was wondering why I was travelling past everyone at 60 MPH when I thought it was KPH (kilometers per hour). Not that my brother said anything of course, he on the cell phone the entire time. That is, read, local EMF signals in my proximity while mobile in a vehicle.

And at the specialty tool company, at least two gangstalking skits involved two or three males converging on me from 7' away, and I ducked down another aisle. LIke WTF; if I have abreactions from abusers (males in all likelihood) converging on me it is not my problem. Go fuck yourself and figure it out on your own. This followed seeing lots of older male musicians on the documentary on the Sun Records label the evening before.

I also met up with my farmworker friend, who was excessively friendly and gregarious for some reason. LIke she was stoned or something, but she doesn't do these kinds of medications. And she really wanted to compare tans, and I said I wasn't about to take off my shirt on the street. So when we were seated, I had my jacket off, she put her arm next to my L. arm in a touchingside-by-side comparison of our tans. I was way ahead as she has a skin conditon (psoriasis) and cannot tan in long spells. Call it another brown skin color test. this one touching, which has to be the perps finest browntalking move ever, given the limited touches I get from cashiers and the like. Nothing too new on the farmworker gossip front, as she is working at the farm I worked at for the last two years.

Another obvious First Feral Family gangstalking was the in-town brother coming over, and then standing in my way when I was to return to my seat in the living room. The fucker didn't move, and some mock blows were exchanged. I told him the second that this insane abuse stops that I would remove the smirk from his face, but he wasn't too surprised about this, nor did it have any registry as to invoking any discussion on the abuse topic. They don't want to know, nor discuss it, especially in 2002 when the out-of-town brother switched from helpful to no help once I knew he was in on it, like the rest of First Feral Family, aka Quisling Fuckwits of the First Order. Said in-town brother did other stupid stuff like lying down on the carpeted floor instead of getting a seat, which was availible. While there he also cuddled up to the green suitcase that was there, the source of the items that we were dividing up, as it was the last of the family posessions from my mother's house in the UK. My mother and my out-of-town brother went to the UK in 10-2011, and lo, if they didn't happen to chance upon the last days of my mother's family house before being transfered to new owners. There was old notes, photographs, some trays made of marquetry, and some other items to divide up. Not much, and it was apparent that my uncle, my mother's brother, had combed the house and these were the last of the things he was going to deal with, even throw them out in the trash. What amazing timing they had, as their UK trip was not timed for the last days of family home  possession.

I got nailed for a four hour nap the afternoon and evening I returned from my flight and drove back to Pentiction. I had time to unpack and put everything away, as well as attend to grocery shopping and bank deposits. And gangstalking was rife; some five Asians all wearing the same green T-shirts converged on me at the grocery store checkout, and two of them got way too close that I cancelled my debit card transaction and paid cash. How fucking rude that one cannot enter one's debit card password privately.

And then at the ATM, more convergence, this time vehicles coursing around and stopping at the ATM while I was depositing a check and getting cash. The perps seem to be indulging in more variability as to how much cash I have in my wallet and where I use it. Again, ask me if I care what they are fucking about for when they could ask me in person. But after ten years of insane relentless hounding and abuse, they are still at it, the Closet Keepers.                 

08-07-2012
Plucking leaves on the vineyard all day long, perfect for listening to music from my Android phone. Like yesterday, a hot day with full on sun, and then the high clouds slipped in to shade me down some. It was 29C instead of 36C on 08-05-2012  when I flew back into Kelowna and drove to Penticton where I reside. I resume work, and lo, if the sun doesn't get clouded over at noon time, two days in succession.

I figure I will work on this blog, the above First Feral Family visitation, and then post this. The usual post-weekend posting got messed up with the four hour nap attack on Sunday.

And as I am about to post this, why, the hot-rod muffler noise has started up outside, so I will wait until the noise ends before posting this.