tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-264527642024-03-20T13:51:54.604-07:00TI WorldA journal of a "targeted individual" (TI); a person subjected to organized harassment and possible mind-control activity in the form of gangstalking, directed plasma beams, masers and other unconventional energies.
My family, who have become evasive, unobjective and play dumb, do not wish to explain why I am the centerpiece of a substantial nonconsensual human experimentation activity operation in Victoria and Penticton, British Columbia, Canada.AJHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010011060360051592noreply@blogger.comBlogger1919125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26452764.post-75815050773031269362020-10-28T18:20:00.000-07:002020-10-28T18:20:08.931-07:00Confluence of the Ford Escapes<p> 10-20-2020</p><p>A date with lots of two and zeros, and a single one. A big deal for the number nutz (numeralogists) I suppose. I don't pay attention to that much, though more to 6's and 7's, being a 07-06 birth, and my daughter a 06-07, both in mm-dd format. I had an apartment from 2006 to 2011 that was #607. Funny how that "happens". But I don't try and divine some kind of significance from it, as there is no end to that silliness.<br /></p><p> The tale of the two Ford Escapes today; my fickle friend was permitted to get his vehicle from impoundment 30 days after his DUI bust. In this province, one gets a 30 day vehicle impoundment and a 90 day driver's licence suspension for a DUI. Go figure. And the fuckery over punitive fiscal penalties goes three ways. About $800 for "storage" (aka impoundment), a $500 fine, and $500 "fee" to get your driver's licence back. All because the twit didn't eat with a beer or two glasses of wine in him.<br /></p><p>I accept to drive it from storage at the wrecker's yard (aka, impoundment), but when we get there, they tell him he needs an official release. WTF; my friend was in contact with them on the phone two weeks before, and they never said anything. So, off to the provincial government service office, and wait in the Covid line outside. I tell my pal I will wait at home until I hear from him, as it is not far away. Fine.</p><p>About 40 minutes later he texts me to say he is inside and service is imminent. I go there, and wait, then more waiting etc. An hour later, just before their lunch time shutdown, he finally emerges. It seems they plain ignored him while inside (a 6 service desk office space), despite the wait-line listing by the guy with the lap top, FFS.</p><p>And while waiting, the freakshow around my parked vehicle starts up. The cycling Fuckwit who carries on an half hour conversation with his pals in the vehicle, two stalls away. Funny how all these disparate cats seem to know each other, and converse at length as if they are long lost friends. Other non-natural hair colored freaks loiter outside the government office while I am waiting; like, it is cold out, and only those who need government issued services are hanging around, so why the loitering? I don't know, but it is most peculiar at times. And the Fuckwit plasterer that just "needed" to park next to me when there were about 10 other stalls nearby. He didn't last more than 5 minutes as the line up was too long for him, but the freaks and weirds usually get short shift stalking. And having a tradesman too for whatever reason. I will never forget the "paint men" stalkers, (commercial painters) of the 2006-2011 no-vehicle-allowed Fuckover era, on public transportation (city bus) who would get on board, splattered with paint and sit nearby. Though, not wet paint, but they sometimes stank of thinner. If they were really legit, which I doubt, you think they would stand up.<br /></p><p>Though while waiting, I did get to see one young woman begin and end her driving licence test, successfully. She just about blew her back-in parking (her final test item), and managed to pull it off at the last second by going slow enough. Thank goodness for power steering (and practice). Her mother came by and they had a happy hugging moment, replete with face diapers. An "aw shucks, isn't that sweet" moment for sure. (And of course, putting on the "huggies" stalking stunt that seems to "happen" around me, though in this case, I would say it was the least obvious instance to date).<br /></p><p>Got to the wrecking yard, and after requesting they move the platform tow truck blocking egress, I drove my fickle friend's Ford Escape. It was full of the same junk, beer cans and other disposable debris as the last bust, when I drove it back to his place. No room in the front passenger seat even. I threatened to drive the vehicle to the dump, so it could all be unloaded at once, but he said he had some personal stuff that he wanted to deal with alone. A missed opportunity to make a new beginning as I see it. I made him take one bag of junk out and put it in the dumpster as a symbolic start.</p><p>And while impounded, the vehicle was unlocked, and lo, if someone didn't steal the cover off the interior light. Another WTF moment, as the base with the bulbs had been removed, but was there placed on the junk inside, but the cover was gone. Like, if you want to steal just the cover, don't you just remove it, and nothing else? But as the perps have an unrelenting fascination with lights, lighting, lighting housings etc. from streetlights on down, why am I not surprised. My friend later learned from the taxi driver that there are many car parts that go "missing" from the impounded vehicles in wrecker's yards. Must be another on-demand order side business.<br /></p><p>I drove his white 2011 Ford Escape to his street parking location, while the taxi followed directly behind. And plenty of gangstalking vehicles all around, including at least a 15 long train behind. Afterward, we went to his favorite grocery store and I sat in my vehicle in the parking lot (again). I do this, as that idiot chain, Great Canadian Superstore, has made compliance signalling face diapers mandatory. And if I have a chance to duck this stupid shit over a flu that is of less virulence than prior Great Flues (1958, 1967) then I will. Said Great Flues never had the public promotion, scare mongering and the flagrant political and civil rights violating promotion that the Covid-19 does, but hey, it is different times. Such as, "You, dear citizen, are under our heel and we now want you to know about it". Well, I have done my "prisoner in disguise" time all my existence, and if given the chance, it is "fuck you".<br /></p><p>So here I was in the parking lot at above mentioned grocery store, and three Ford Escapes, all the same 2011 type body design, arrived in short order, and are facing me for about 20 minutes. And another circled me while waiting for the fickle friend to do his shopping. The closest Ford Escape, an electric blue colored one, was facing me some 30' away, had a woman driver sitting in it all the time, like for 20 minutes. Most unusual, as women don't drive in and sit in their parked vehicles at length, just those loafing males (gangstalking Fuckwits) in my experience. When my fickle friend came back, I mentioned her to him (in the context of looking for an Escape part, in jest), and as he and I began looking at her, she looked at us momentarily, and then she did the perp classic "look away" gaze, keeping her head in place (still facing us) and flicking her eyes to the side as if there was something she heard and commanded her attention (there was nothing). As I read it, she was correcting herself as she wasn't supposed to look at us. I cannot count how many times I have seen this act, but it is so feigned and so consistent, I can only suspect she was catching herself from doing something she was instructed not to. Or just plain maybe that is what they are supposed to do, some of them, usually the more attractive females, that mighty eye roll of purposeful gaze avoidance. Don't ask me why, I'm just the subject.<br /></p><p>The vehicular stalking was just insane today, but not surpising given the unusual and rare nature of having driven my fickle friend's vehicle earlier, as I don't usually drive his vehicle. Never mind any vehicle with heaps of garbage in it for months at a time.<br /></p><p>And more pit lamping, (headlights being trained on me at an inordinate frequency), now with more emphasis on the facing vehicle turning in front of me, creating a sweeping beam of headlights now, instead of the stationary (parking lots, back lane) or the mobile oncoming vehicles. (Daylight running or headlights are the law here, though there always seem to be a few "exceptions" for "some reason". US vehicles aren't included in the exceptions, though they are presently rare as the border remains closed, now to Nov. 21, due to the Casedemic, aka, Covid-19).</p><p>Later, a vehicular gangstalker was tailing me for two blocks, and as I pulled into the gasoline (fuel) station (as intended), why, this Fuckwit did too. He pulled up to a pump, as I had done, and upon seeing this obvious parallel stalking stunt, I drove off. Like WTF; I have never had a vehicular Fuckwit tail me right into a fuel station before. Go fuck yourselves, every one, a bowdlerization of Tiny Tim, and probably what he really would of really said if he weren't being written up for the PC camp of the day.</p><p>10-26-2020</p><p>More disruption stuff coming down; I might of mentioned in an earlier posting that my Good Doctor in Kelowna is no longer returning to practice in the near future, so I am to take my tangled medical matters over my low iron elsewhere. Given that I have not been able to get a GP or an officially sanctioned Nurse Practitioner for nigh 17 years, it leaves a bit of a hole. There was a much politically bally-hooed Nurse Practitioner program, with a centralized application system, but I got nothing from it.</p><p>Then my regular laundromat, where I get to speak with the proprietor and staff, that is, real people, is now sold, and the new owners begin next week.</p><p>Then my landlord told me a few days later that they are moving to another location in town, citing some minor issues with one neighbor and a recent stolen wallet from their vehicle. But, they aren't selling this place, but will have a near-neighbor stay in the house for 8 months while their house is rebuilt. After that, who knows; hopefully not a psycho-dog owner show like last year's employer, or other unneighborly fuckery. After all, the power and water can be shut off from the landlord's place, and the renter's there could screw me around over that, no excuses needed for abusing TI's, no matter how deranged or frivolous it seems. Curious that, as the Psychopaths usually have me, the Prime Victim (or Subject as they might refer to me), move house, again and again. Like over 60x in my adult lifetime, and 14x since this abuse-athon came down in 04-2002.</p><p>[Update, the doctor issues seem to be largely resolved, and I even get a real GP, though in Kelowna, 75km away]. Not that I am a doctor hound, but it is nice to have continuity of care. A term I would use advisedly while being a TI, as the Psychopaths have a level of continuity of "care" (abuse mostly), that is like no other. Why, they know one's next move before I know it, pre-populated with gangstalkers.]</p><p>I have been doing some grape picking in a few vineyards of late, and the Psychopaths have yet again, applied their time-worn fuckery of pulling the pruners and/or just picked grapes from my grasp at a frequency far more than any experienced vineyard worker would ever do normally. Just what is the Psyhopath's need to fuck with things in this manner? That they are obsessed with cutting tools and their application is a given, but why do they need to piss me off to such an extreme level for something so innocuous, and that has been done for at least 8 seasons now? Are they utterly insane, or just plain continuously and consistently berserk? Either way, it takes discipline.<br /></p><p>Enough for posting, and to continue on with the involuntary shit show.<br /></p>AJHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010011060360051592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26452764.post-54647136960362651512020-10-11T22:14:00.000-07:002020-10-11T22:14:16.929-07:00Thanksgiving And All<p> 10-04-2020</p><p>About time that I pulled it together and got a posting out, although not too much fully affrontive harassment to report, but they (TPTB) do very much like to dither my finger control and cause me to make myriad mental mistakes in the course of doing different job duties. And to get the record straight, so no high-stepping "social worker" or like repressive agent of the state gets any notions (which they don't need anyhow if they get the order to take a victim down), they (TPTB) do not bother me to make mistakes while driving.</p><p>Speaking of which, my fickle friend had his driving licence suspended for 90 days, and his vehicle impounded for 30 days for failing a breathalyzer test. I view this as a set up, and so does he.</p><p>The sequence of events was that I got a call from him on the Labor Day weekend, Saturday evening, asking me if I could help him out as he got a 3 day driving licence suspension as he was in the "warning" zone on their breathalyzer device. He claimed he had one beer, though not with food. So I drove to the checkpoint, the police checked me out to make sure I was a reliable non-drinking driver, and I drove his vehicle to his place. He walked to his place three blocks away as his vehicle was chock full of empty beer cans as he hadn't made it to the recycling yet, (Covid shutdown of recycling here, not deemed "essential"). Not an auspicious scene! It is not uncommon for roadside checkpoints on long weekends in this province, and I suppose he got caught out. BUT, I have never seen them do a traffic stop in this town in the
eight years I have lived here. (Not that I get out much in the evening
anyhow). And of note, the amount of holiday traffic is much reduced due
to the Covid19 Scamdemic still.</p><p>Two weeks later my friend was driving back on the highway on a Saturday evening, about 1900h after a day's work at the winery, and after two glasses of wine at his employer's, and he gets busted again. This time he was over the limit, and got his vehicle impounded and licence suspended. He will be looking at close to $2k in expenses by the time he gets it all back together. The impoundment will be $800, the fine $500, and $400 "extra" to get his driver's licence re-instated. It is literally highway robbery, but its legal if LEO's do it! Maybe he will also get whacked later on car insurance too, when the annual term comes due.</p><p>I am calling bullshit on this second infraction; not because he wasn't over the limit according their measurement device, but because it strikes me as an awful coincidence the RCMP just "happened" to have a two person roadside check on the highway (traffic speed is usually 90-100kph) at 1900h (still light out then) when he was coming home from work on a September Saturday evening. The traffic stop was at an area where there are three lanes, (one N bound as he was, and two S bound), where there was ample viewing distance in either direction. It was before the gentle bends around the rock faces and clay banks, and latterly, before there were four lanes and a traffic light that splits highway and S town traffic. I have never seen the police out on the highway in the evenings doing traffic stops around here, ever. However, they will sometimes use that same location for speed trapping.<br /></p><p>So... being an IT Guy, trained in Geographic Information Systems (GIS) as well as data modelling of relational databases and their physical implementation, it occurred to me it would be dog-simple to develop an algorithmic routine (against a normalized database) to figure out where my friend might be going to work, and also, where he might be partaking of alcohol if the police had access to his geo-locational data. That is, if they had a pattern of his daily movements from residence to work, and when he returned, and any other movements. This, ostensibly, could be via his mobile phone, and as we all know, who knows if the geo-locational data is really turned off even if one expressly does so on the phone settings.</p><p>There is another potential source of geo-locational data from a vehicle, and that is the air-bag emergency restraint system. I read a story, and will attempt to get a link, about an Irishman, who in true form, got drunk at the local pub and attempted to drive home on his usual backroads. Attempted, because at some point he drove into a ditch and the airbags deployed. He couldn't get the vehicle out of the ditch and so he walked home and went to bed. Two hours later the local police were pounding on his door, and after answering it, they asked if had been drinking and he confirmed as much and then the police charged him with drunk driving. (Given that the person was either sleepy or still drunk or both, and didn't really contextualize the situation at first, he can be forgiven.) Though, immediately after this legal affront, he was astute enough to ask the police how did they know the vehicle had gone off the road, as the local detachment would not of been patrolling and likely would of been asleep themselves. The policeman answered that because the airbags deployed, it sent a signal to a satellite which in turn relayed it to the appropriate police data center who then informed the local detachment. But if the airbag satellite signalling system is always on, (perhaps like a mobile phone), it too can provide a wealth of vehicular geo-locational data. Though to be fair, only an airbag deployment signal would get any immediate attention. [Satellite signaling of vehicle impact detection and airbag deployment could also be via vehicle owner having elected for OnStar subscription service (or like), though in the USA the FBI is not permitted to access this].<br /></p><p>Back to my friend's situation; he gets busted by way of local police getting out on Labor Day weekend and doing roadside checks. The vehicle being full of beer cans, smelly ones to which I can personally attest, didn't help his cause. (He loaded up the vehicle to take the beer cans for recycling, as the recycle center was shut down due to the Covid scamdemic). Perhaps this was all legit, though more below. But it is entirely possibly that this could trigger the police information system to then extract all his geo-locational data (whatever source, mobile phone, airbags signal system or other such as camera data) say, for the prior six months (retrospective geo-locational data), and then interpret his patterns of work and potential locations of alcohol intake. And either with predictive capability (based on his work schedule interpretation), or perhaps with an assist from realtime data (called spying), set up a checkpoint to nab him again. It isn't unheard of that the police in some jurisdictions have quotas for infractions of varying kinds. (Not rioting apparently in the US Democratic Party Sponsored Great Lawlessness of 2020). Anyhow, this is speculation of course, but I would not be surprised that his second bust was algorithmically driven with a supporting GIS system and access to his retrospective geo-locational data, with a possible assist of realtime data on the day the LEO's pounced. Just my two cents worth.</p><p>My friend's sudden vehicleless-ness has caused me to help him out with grocery shopping and driving him to work and back, Mondays and Fridays only. (He can stay at his employer's site, Mon-Fri). And if looked at in TPTB terms, or Perps, or Psychopaths if you prefer, which is the meta-picture, the situation from further up in my case, this presents an interesting variation in their stalking scene. He ends up 40km away for five days of the week, and only five blocks away two days of the week, with me helping out driving. There is no question the Psychopaths like to vary their distance measures of gangstalkers, and this just might be what the whole setup is about, including his first bust. Which is an extension of their games/methods back in 2017 when the same colleague required my driving assistance due to his broken leg from a workplace accident. A 5km distance in that case based on my work site location. Again, prior harassment experience these past 18 years has repeatedly affirmed there are no coincidences in my orbit, and that would include (ostensible) friends' engagement/arrangement.</p><p>Just when I thought Covid19 sanity was prevailing (like it is over, it is a Plandemic FFS) and that the SOF supermarket took off the dumb-assed signs on the floor as to which direction to walk, they put new ones up two weeks later. Nothing wrong with the old ones, and as it seemed deliberate thought and planning was devoted to the first set, they put down new ones identical to the old ones in largely the same places. And as the Psychopaths are consumed with where I (and others, gangstalkers especially) walk, and on what (floor material, thicknesss, coverings etc.), it just might be that this is also a Psychopathic Confederacy directed stunt, a test, and a re-test and on and on. Though to be fair, floor coverings are the least of my concerns. Usually it is the effing gangstalkers, noisestalking, pit-lamping and the highly intrusive neural dithering and related fuckery. And of late, peculiar health issues.</p><p>But the Psychopaths did pull one of their dumb-shit stunts at the entrance to SOF, the usual location of much crisscrossing of my path (ahead of me or behind me) as I am about to enter the store from the public mall space. In CovidCaperCompliance I rubbed my hands in their supplied alcohol sterilization at the table before entry, and then cleaned them with a paper towel and then looked for the garbage can to put the used paper towel in, as there is usually always one there, but for "some reason" there wasn't. (Always has been). The security guy (a new Covid feature, and as far as I am concerned based on prior behavior, a gangstalking Fuckwit), motions to a garbage can further in the store. And as I am about to proceed there, a seeming customer darts in front of the garbage can to speak to the adjacent employee supervising the self-checkouts. And how many fucking times has this little staged vignette played out since this abuse-athon began 04-2002? You know, immediately thwarting my intention especially after being directed or instructed by someone. The high hundreds for sure, and it was most intense for the first two years, and backed off more since 2012 when I moved here. But just to make sure that I know the Fuckwits are on my ass, and just to make sure that I know that entering buildings or stores, even if it isn't a door per se, is a prime gangstalk, noisestalk and all manner of other fuckery moment, they pull a thwarted intention stunt with the "get in the way" method. I took another route into the store where another garbage can was available. Imagine that, setting up this dumb-assed "get in the way" stunt still going on 18 years of being abused and harassed 24x7. And what do the Psychopaths get from this? I have no idea, it is senseless as it is relentless as it is consistent.</p><p>A local film crew last week in the next block. In the two houses E of the house I lived in for 5 months in 2012. Funny how that "happens", filming in locations where I formerly resided. It "happened" in Victoria, BC and now here. At times I have pondered whether it was a financial remuneration for the organization that housed me in the former instance, though in the latter it would be a differing objective. Whatever all the intense lighting, cameras, cables, people (crew and gawkers) and the rest of the associated commotion confers to the Great Nonconsensual Human Experimentation Project (all of humanity, not just me and other TI's in the hot seat) I have no idea. I suppose one could riff on this topic with respect to Hollywood and the cast of characters in the filming business, but I am not going there on this posting.</p><p>The advance film crew were setting up a week beforehand and had the house and adjacent parking bounded off with tape, and had large trucks at the curbside. Not knowing it was setting up for a film shoot at the time, I thought it was a meth lab clean up, and the associated pomp and ceremony that goes with the present notion of removing "toxic waste". </p><p>As I was respectfully and slowly driving by, one of the film set crew was alongside a street parked open deck trailer, and he then proceeds to give me a long protracted stare, and didn't let up until I passed by. I gave the Fuckwit an equally long stare back, and mouthed my displeasure at this behavior that I have come to experience since this abuse-athon came down in 04-2002. </p><p>My most notable instance of targeted staring was Robin Williams (the actor, comedian) on the street in Seattle (in 2002), opposite my workplace building, and HE was staring at me with a look of disdain as I was crossing the street, walking toward him as he waited at the corner for the pedestrian light to change. No, Robin, the plebians stare at YOU FFS. Anyhow, an intervening Fuckwit/stalker called out to him from behind, you know, somehow recognizing him from that direction, and chatted him up while I was standing some 6' away, waiting for the light to turn and cross the street. Another staring instance, this time ended by one of those "planned interruptions" (thwarted intentions), though in fact all I planned to say was "hello" or something polite, as I don't really follow show biz stuff all that much and could not recall any specific movie roles of his that I could use as a conversational starter. About as close to Hollywood or the players as I want to get.</p><p>Though I did get Helen Mirren, or a very similar lookalike stalker in the local grocery store in Victoria, BC, about 2007-2010. She was about 4' ahead of me and then turned on cue and met my gaze straight on in that deliberate perp method and then kept slowly turning her head, with her chin up, kind of like royalty I suppose. In this case I wasn't sure it was her 100%, as again, I don't follow celebrities, and should I see their works it is usually a decade or two later after its initial release.</p><p>In both cases of the above mentioned celebrity stalkings/starings I was surprised how short and of slight build they were, mostly because in the filming biz they usually modify the set to make the characters appear to be of greater stature by making the set features such as doors, windows etc. 7/8 of normal size.<br /></p><p>---</p><p>Onto the minutiae of a TI. Why does it take so effing long to get anything done nowadays?</p><p>Case in point are my Grado headphones. Though, long time readers will know that headphones are a particular unconventional TI "war zone", very possibly because those magnetic devices at one's ears deliver sounds that influence various parts of the brain. Then add in the manufactured extraneous sounds that "happen" to intrude over top of the music, you know, the regulars like HD motorcycle noise, loud mufflered vehicles, overhead aircraft etc.</p><p>Said headphones crapped out on me last year, like they do every two or three years. They have been the go-to headphones for some 8 years of this vineyard gig, and usually worn only when doing boring work when no one else is around or doesn't talk to me. And I don't wear them in the winter or in inclement weather. A limited set of circumstances to be sure, but they also have plenty of situational ways to have me not wear them, e.g. talkative co-workers acting out of character, significant amounts of extraneous noise (per above), sudden weather changes, an unusual amount of slippage and/or discomfort etc.</p><p>Last year the Grado headphones crapped out because the shitty cord took on too much twisting and an internal wire broke. Off to Montreal they went, with a check for $60, per published schedule. They came back with the same shitty cord again, just a new one. About six months ago, while gently turning them on my head the plastic gimbal mount broke and the headphone hung from the wire.</p><p>So... time to fix them the way the factory won't. The plan is to re-wire them with one side fed from the other via the headband, and the latter side fed from a jack (for both sides). And too, dispense with the plastic crap and have ones that aren't asking to get broken again. And as this design has been kept for nearly all their headphones for the last 25+ years for all models, even the expensive $2000 ones, there is an extensive modifications industry out there. Great, and I started ordering parts. Then came the the litany of delays. Wouldn't you know, the CovidCaper disrupted the shipping, and the new aluminum machined gimbals took 8 weeks to arrive. The metal driver (speaker part) mounts were ordered from another location, but the dimensions were wrong and I need to get them machined to fit the new drivers. (The seller won't respond to emails). The machinist wanted the parts glued so to grab them on the lathe, so it took a week to get the special glue, and then three weeks before I could get back to the machinist during working hours. But this creates more compromises in assembling them. Then I get the wrong size of shrink wrap tubing, and then the wire was too thick, so I must find a thinner wire. Then the order for some tools and parts goes awry, with the butane soldering torch and solder arriving but the other five items don't. After calling three weeks later, I find out the latter part of the order was cancelled without notice or reason (but have plenty of stock). Then I get a spark striker from a local supplier to light the torch but it won't spark half the time.</p><p>And we aren't done yet, as the machinist has yet to finish the job, more drilling is needed etc. And the big concern is that the assholes will have me mis-measure or invoke some other cognitive fuck-up (which they can readily do), and it will take even more effort. And to top it off, the supplier of the metal driver mounts gave me extra parts I did not request, and I am only a headband part away from reconstructing the original parts to rebuild them into a second pair.<br /></p><p>In the spring, I re-soldered the hand blender and put an eye-hook mount in it so it can hang from a hook and not break the AC supply wire, as was the apparent problem. I elected to fix this item as the current replacement model has been given a dumb-assed "safety" switch and the speed governed down. Once I found out how to open up the hand blender, it sat around for three months before the tools and supplies got ordered. On the (rare) positive side, the project went together quickly and without hassle. I did not need to go back into it, an unexpected bonus given their ever present fuckery of ensuring most projects, when they finally get done, need to be re-done and re-worked yet again. Delivering ineptitude (far outside one's normal range), delays or other screw-ups is their stock in trade. Project or task completion also seems to be a big deal for their research imperative games.<br /></p><p>And what is with the extra pit-lamping these days? every time I turn a corner, headlights are on me. Or even in the back lane, someone has their headlights on me. Ditto for parking lots.</p><p>Until the weather changed the last week, there has also been a significant number of motorcycles on the vehicular gangstalking. Not to mention a good number of them are HD, with their characteristic noise (or modified to be worse) that I cannot stand. I was doing a PVC pipe gluing job at a former co-worker's place, and when I opened the glue pot and applied the primer and glue, they were on me with the much-loathed HD motorcycle noise, three times in succession. (This being from a backcountry road). </p><p>And have I mentioned how obsessed the Psychopaths are over water delivery by various means, sources, pipe material etc. And the consequent plant and fruit uptake? Many tens of occasions on this here blog. Noisestalking me with their much loathed noise while messing with water delivery piping for vines (in this case). Who would of thought that they would combine these two interests at the same time for 18 years and counting of this insane abuse-athon I have been kept in?<br /></p><p>Masers, those blackish floating fuzzy blobs continue to pursue me and pair up and float in paralllel, more than a year ago. Also, their games with crinkled light, a momentary compression of light seem to be more prevalent.</p><p>And an obvious round of "dude encroachment", or have I forgotten what I termed it, as it was more prevalent than now. (Or else I don't notice, or am dithered with so I don't). A case of the incremental male encroachment, aka, distance dependent abreaction testing. I was in the optometrist's office three weeks ago, a larger one with at least 16 staff in varying capacities of receptionists, examiners, opticians and ultimately, the optometrist herself. All female, though there was one male optometrist some 30' away wearing shorts and these ridiculous orange socks. (How did he know I hated orange so much?). The nature of the business is more controlled now in these CovidCaper times, with less customers (patients) circulating. The patients had all been female too. Then while waiting for this second scan, a post-optometrist ordered test, this younger thuggy dude with his ball cap backwards sits about 15' away, doing the Psychopath signature look-away pose. I check him out, as he wasn't the usual patient, and besides, I like to keep a visual record of all the Fuckwits I can identify with some certainty. I get distracted by some literature for a few minutes, and when I look up, why the Fuckwit is now seated 10' away for some reason on the same line (or bearing), doing the same pose, no one around him. Like, why isn't he being attended to, and why did he move in closer anyhow? This gets my (assuming) abreaction to adult males raised considerably. Or, in other words, my perp threat detection level concern elevated by a significant amount, especially with loitering males. Yet again, more of these fucking games that have gone on for over 18 years, having having shiftless loitering males hanging around, though this time metered by distance. And what for?</p><p>The male Fuckwits (gangstalkers) were on my ass at SOF two nights ago, though acting singly, but converging and tripping off some kind of seeming abreaction. Or, in other terms, the male gangstalkers appeared to be organized and converging and that immediately sent my threat detection meter on high. It just seems to be something they need to do, on and on. More of the relentless gangstalker pursuit inanity noted by its consistency and continuity. Go fuck yourselves, every one. What Tiny Tim would of of said if his story hadn't been bowlderized by the feel-good foil of the day. Now we get that same boo-hoo "journalism" 24x7 on our view-screens.<br /></p><p>Health games disruptions too; these gut wrenching/compressing stunts that go on for a few hours after a meal. In clinical parlance, the passage of food is called "transit", and what was once a no-notice 4 hour digestion experience (through and out) has somehow morphed into a 4 hour digestion only experience. This seems to be mated with the de-energization (enervation) fuckery that has become more prevalent for about four months, though in fact began a year ago. I recently checked out the "guide book" for the dopamine impoverished, "The Non-motor Symptoms of Parkinson's Disease", and lo, under the chapter on gastro-intestinal sympoms, they fit me to a "T". I don't have Parkinson's Disease thankfully, but they are an unfortunate subpopulation that has low dopamine. I am also low dopamine, by way of ADD diagnosis, and my methylation genetics seem to support this. And I suspect is the reason the Psychopaths have rounded on me as a TI. I applied an extra dose of ADD meds temporarily, and lo, I fixed the problem. Now explain that one to the doctors, as the medical profession will barely acknowledge dopamine for the vital hormone that it is; "just a neurotransmitter", har, har.</p><p>And to think, all this "industry" (focus, prescriptions, medical research etc.) over Prozac and the rest of the serotonin re-uptake inhibitors, aka, SSRI's. And what is the precursor molecule for serotonin? Why, it is dopamine. And it has a huge influence on one's gut. And addictions, and the immune system, and fat deposition etc. It will be at least 100 years before any doctor is checking on one's dopamine level as part of a regular health check up.<br /></p><p>And to compound my progress in gaining any action on this one, why two of my doctors exited the scene. The Bellevue WA clinic for ADD had a doctor change-up. My regular one departed and the imminent inbound one suddenly changed her mind after my booking. (Curious, that). A replacement has yet to be found I'm told.<br /></p><p>On the local (almost) front, the Good Doctor, who was taking a pro-active approach on my low iron, has taken medical leave for an unspecified duration. Originally it was for two months, and now she is not returning. Most curious, given this came on early September, but I won't get into that particular timing for now.</p><p>And to compound the fuckery over having any doctor, another long running jerk-around that has been laid on me since 2003, the provincial medical service that is responsible for providing primary health care has not yet replied to my request, per their new initiative replete with a web application interface. A three month response they said (unless pregnant), and nada for six months. I have yet to get all this medical attention disruption attended to, but it has been abundantly clear they don't like me to have a regular doctor for whatever reason. Believe me, I don't go to a doctor unless I absolutely need to. It just pisses me off intensely that this minor facet to my existence just has to be continually disrupted. Considering that they have long messed with my healthcare before they went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002, I don't have a clue why they need to interfere. And to add insult to injury, the Psychopaths know exactly what is going on health wise, can deliver any condition or disease (or cure) they want anytime, and have a track record of prior interference.<br /></p><p>Enough for a post, now finishing this on the Canadian Thanksgiving weekend in these here parts, which will be
tomorrow. One would scarcely notice, as the stores are replete with
Halloween materiel.</p>AJHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010011060360051592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26452764.post-81327740657040546452020-09-14T00:06:00.000-07:002020-09-14T00:06:39.486-07:00Vineyard Work Season End; Some Observations on Masers<p>09-13-2020</p><p>About time I got back to blogging I suppose, though as always, there is a litany of minor issues to deal with that preclude getting back to detailing my continued woe as a TI. All those things that "happen" to go wrong, usually about the same time. This kind of fuckery increased by an order of magnitude since 04-2002, when the Psychopaths from Hell on Earth descended upon me in my apartment in Seattle. And it didn't settle down much when I moved back to Canada. I suspect the Seattle gig of 3.5 years was to get the Gangstalking Capital of Canada (Victoria, BC) prepared for my return, though I suspect there are a number of other themes of harassment/nonconsensual human experimentation that were worked into the script during my time as a legal resident alien in the USA. (TN visa). And as mentioned many times in this blog, plenty of things went wrong for many decades beforehand, and that the Psychopaths were covertly harassing and surveilling me then.</p><p> For the record, the fuckery has been my vehicle, where it took on a peculiar and faint hum from the front end, plus some clunking that was only evident on the back lane's rough surface. Looks to be a front wheel bearing and the shifter linkage, a two-fer. This according to the independent repair shop I use, often when I can plan ahead for the repair, e.g. new shocks, clutch. Strange how the Ford dealership didn't find anything when I told them to look around when they did the oil change three weeks ago. Perhaps it is for the best, given their usurious charge out rates and parts markups. <br /></p><p>The vineyard job is mostly done now, it is "hurry up and wait" season, awaiting fruit ripeness and maturity for picking now. We had a crew get-together last week in the evening, myself and the 8 or so who worked at the other, larger, vineyard. Normally I would of too, but the effing owner let out this horrid and highly threatening dog for no seeming reason except for purposeful harassment. Unbelievable, after the amount of utter shit that went down over this insane canine last year to ensure it was controlled, and the Fucker sets in loose on the first day I worked there this year. Everything had been arranged that day, the crew boss put the dog in the house and told the owner I was working there, and the Fucker let it out later. I complained to the vineyard manager, and stated that I wanted a reason for such deliberate action, and got nothing from the owner. That would make the owner the most dangerous animal in the vineyard now. I should write up my workplace complaint and send it to the Work Safe outfit during these now up coming dull days.</p><p>Chances are that it won't "happen", as they seem to be dialing me down energy-wise. I have been more fatigued these past few months, and there seems to be some digestive connection. The doctor was looking into it and then she took two months off.</p><p>I was plain wiped out after two days of wine bottling work on the mobile bottling line. Normally I can take this work well, as I have been doing it for the past 8 years. Usually it goes for 2 to 4 days and then it is done for the year, and back to vineyard work. So what on
earth is the matter with me? I never had this level of de-energization before.<br /></p><p>In fact, for hot (>32C) days in the vineyard, I was always going strong while the others were slowly fading. Some days the boss lady called the work day early by an hour or two. This year, I haven't been able to take the hot weather either on the odd day, fading out myself for the first time in 8 years. Thanks assholes.</p><p>Back to the crew get-together of last week; a chef prepared BBQ lamb roast with lots of trimmings, and we were encouraged to have seconds, which I did. I was in middling level discomfort about two hours later while attempting to get to sleep. I had limited my food intake over the last four weeks as it seemed that these post-meal discomforts were becoming rather consistent. That and the associated lack of energy. Another change in my regular food digestion is that I find I am burping up from digestion some 4 hours later from the meal. This is absurd by my normal standards, as I was always a fast digester, as food could travel through me in four hours. All I need is another ailment. Right.</p><p>It has been long reported in this blog about the Psychopaths have an inordinate interest in my food intake, and especially the colors of the food, its source (provenance) and all the various foods I eat in combination at a meal. (Prime gangstalking time is to have me out and about after a meal so hordes of gangstalkers can perambulate (or drive) by). So it would seem that the assholes have decided to interfere with my digestion big time, and de-energize me too, presumably under the guise of a conventional medical complaint. No one in the First Feral Family has had any kind of digestion complaints, even my 94 yo. perp abetting mother. I get an abdominal scan in late November, so we shall see what the deal is then.</p><p>Almost on cue, save the last two days of the weekend, and another day last weekend, is the hot weather (>30C) we have had in this region this September. The only reason for the remission in hot weather is the smoke from forest fires rolling in from Washington State. Two 180k acre fires near Omak, plus others from further away. A local forest fire near here two weeks ago, perhaps some 5k acres, but it didn't have enough fuel to become a large one. The smoke is as heavy as it was two years ago, when there were large forest fires in BC, and then it persisted for some five weeks, cooling everything down considerably.</p><p>I say "on cue", as it drives the point home that I cannot now withstand extended hot weather while working in manual laboring jobs. That is, to make me feel like shit, and in need of a shorter work day, 6-7 hours instead of 8.<br /></p><p> This from 08-25-2020, my prior notes, though not published at the time;<br /></p><p></p><blockquote>What is it about night time that causes a different round of harassment? Never mind the sleep issues for now.</blockquote><p></p><p></p><blockquote>Yesterday
and today, I have sore shoulder muscles, equally on both sides, and
sore muscles on the back of my head, again, equal both sides. It is not
that my vineyard work is bringing on these issues, as this was a Monday
following a two day weekend. And we are at the end of the season so I am
in the best vineyard laborer form one can be in. No visible injuries or bruises
either, also a common problem among TI's, and occasionally I end up
with a few, but not this time. </blockquote>Other consistent fuckery this year has been having me get to bed much later than normal (2230-2300h), usually 2400h or sometimes later, no matter what. If I get early to bed by 30 minutes, the assholes keep me awake for 1.5+ hours, tossing and turning. Related to this is that the vineyard work has "caused" me to take a nap of an hour when returning from work, fitting in with the aforementioned imposed de-energization fuckery. "Normally", in quotes to represent this post-life invasion abuse-athon now running over 18 years, is while they may reduce my sleep hours due to uncharacteristic nocturnal restlessness, which IMHO is remotely invoked by them as I never had sleep issues before, is that they rarely let such sleep deficits ever affect me. I could function fine without any tiredness whatsoever the next day, and never miss the sleep. It seems they have changed this strategy, and now force a modicum of sleep recovery by way of the post-work napping. On weekends, free of any work, I don't need the naps.<p></p><p>In fact, these new post-work naps have changed in their scope. It was such (from 03-2020) that the naps were "nap attacks" as I call them, as they lasted 1 to 2 hours and I felt out of sorts afterward (like wasted), barely able to recover unless I had some coffee. Now since 07-2020, these naps have been 30-60 minutes and I almost feel refreshed from them, another peculiar first since this abuse-athon began.</p><p>Another component of being a targeted harassee is the profusion of overhead aircraft, often in sequences of fixed wing, then rotary wing (helicopters). And just about always, some kind of blackish maser cloud is around the aircraft, and often this dynamic feature aggregates into a torus and is then directed at me, often to the level of feeling a pulse hit me a second or two later. I presume they are deriving some kind of magnetic energy (a maser) from the aircraft and its occupants, and then directing it at me. An energetic interaction test, from above and unusual vehicle and location that would doubtless have differing properties than say, from a passing motor vehicle. Sometimes they add in a plasmic energy sources too, a small dots of colored light, though these don't seem to project.</p><p>But as of mid-August, the Fuckwits pulled a new maser variant stunt from an overhead passing helicopter. I was working in the vineyard, and a larger and slower model passed by, and as I know more about them in terms of make and model, I check them out. I was attempting to determine what kind of helicopter this was, and the ("usual") toroidal blackish cloud formed around it, and instead of receiving a subsequent amorphous wave-front hit that I cannot see (but feel), there was this 2'
long "spear" that emanated from the blackish toroid and arrived within a second about 1' from me.
It was about 1/2" wide with a beveled tip, and an opposing end, an elongated parallelogram. It was sharp edged, and had an even and consistent toned black color, and it arrived beside me, rather than traveling through me. It was unmistakable as it was short lived, perhaps two seconds at most. Anyhow, just thought I would report on such an unusual maser configuration rather than the relentless fuzzy balls and related amorphous shapes that I see or receive.</p><p>And the fuzzy ball masers are in greater profusion than ever; I often have two or three circulating in my visual field. Sometimes they operate in parallel, or two in parallel and one in another trajectory. I can almost be guaranteed that anytime that I view a venetian blind (horizontal slats, identical on all four windows here) that there is a maser ball that is slowly working its way down the blind, causing visual interference with the regular parallel blind background. Sometimes the maser will drop down a few slats, then run perfectly horizontal along a slat edge and then arc downward again, reverse direction, but always staying within the bounds of the blind form.</p><p>And too, another common fuzzy maser ball emanation is off the roll of toilet paper while sitting on the adjacent toilet. As I am about to grasp the roll, a maser ball will float off and drift toward me, and sometimes more than one. Maybe one maser comes off the roll, another passing through the first leaf of toilet paper, and sometimes one passing through my grasping hand as well. Who knew that ass-wipe, and the act of using it, would cause such intense interest to the Psychopaths From Hell, in their legions of thousands with a budget of billions (it seems) for 18 years in all their unconventional fuckery? </p><p>I wonder if the mass ass-wipe shortage "from" the Great Covid Caper of 2020 might be part of the world Psychopathic agenda, even if ass-wipe had nothing to do with the apparent symptomology.<br /></p><p>And too, and also applicable to aforementioned venetian blind visual interference maser games, they are now batting 100%. That is to say, instead of the former frequent, but not consistent, situational maser instances, they are doing this all the time now. It is very unlike them to invoke any kind of unconventional invasive fuckery consistently, but it seems they are breaking one of their own rules. Don't ask me what this escalation means, whether it be desperation or anticipation of potential outcome, and why they have violated what seemed to be one of their fundamental precepts; no expectable incursions or disruptions. Chalk up another 2020 change in unconventional fuckery strategy and/or practice.</p><p>Other fuckery that has occupied my time in the past few weeks has been to get my new spare PC up and running, which became a problem. Like, if I want a dual boot PC, and want to make the choice of which OS, and want to access a common directory of files, why is this so difficult? Too difficult for me to set up as something incomprehensible always goes wrong (heard that before?), so I take said PC to the shop and tell them exactly my requirements. They say it is set up after a few days, I pick it up, and cannot get the effing thing to boot up in both OS, nor can I access the main storage. Why is such simple shit so fucking sabotaged all the time? All I ever want to do is get off Windows (like for 10 years) and its regular takedowns of my audio after every upgrade, and I am not allowed to. Said audio takedowns "somehow" recover themselves in a few weeks or days. No one seems to be able to fix the problem, never mind demonstrate any interest in doing so.</p><p><br /></p><p>I also got a new larger LCD 4K monitor that is now taxing this barely-there video card. And of course, this mismatch in new display device and 9 yo. video output device is rearing its ugly head, and causing display delays and other action discontinuities. (Forget about watching video). Last year, the video card was going up and down, and the determination of the technicians was that it was unfixable due to the combination of this CPU type and video standards of the day. Not that I could find anything online to support his contention. But as it "happened" the technician was doing a job at a location that was replacing PC's that had video cards of this vintage and salvaged one, installed it, and presto, it worked and continues to do so, even if this display is taxing its resources. Again, more complexity erupts when this new display has a KVM switch in it, so it can be concurrently used for the new spare PC and this old one that I am presently using. Which is what I want to do; a single display (V), with Picture Beside Picture, one from this older PC and one from the new backup PC. And that it also shares the same keyboard (K) and mouse (M). Simple, right?</p><p>Wrong; I got sent to Dell Hell, as in another run through the gauntlet of dysfunction. Dell, you might want to tell your customers about your very own Dell Display Manager (DDM) software that allows them to set up your LCD display according to the advertised features. The display's physical setup buttons on the side work well for their scope (immediate comprehensible Apple-level functional design no less, so don't fuck with them), but that doesn't include setting up the KVM keystrokes, which is where the DDM software comes in. But only if you find out yourself of course, via web searching, and then perform a deep dive into the Dell "Help" and their byzantine web site. No mention of the DDM software in their manual of course. </p><p>And after all that, why, I still cannot switch back and forth, just only one way. And as for PBP, forget it for now. Perhaps the Mozilla browser will do a more reliable job. And as for Windows, ignoring this kind of functionality for the last 10 years, another reason for Linux.</p><p>And for the record, I attempted to do the KVM thing with a KVM switch, a dedicated piece of connecting hardware a long while ago. And lo, if that just didn't plain "malfunction" about a week later, refusing to do what it was designed to do. As it was high fuckery days, when just about everything was sabotaged, I just gave up on the concept. So what is it about a dry and boring device/function called KVM that must be sabotaged again and again? (Which in turn is caused by the relentless sabotage of one or more PC's, to force me to have a spare one in the first place. And too, often concomitant with swapping display devices, keyboards and mice? A fucking nightmare, and always good for at least two such events in a year nowadays).<br /></p><p>So...in other words, I attempt to get technically current in 2020, PC functionality-wise. The new spare PC is fast and loaded with extra memory and storage and the old spare PC and its flakey boot-up is removed, along with its extra display, keyboard and mouse. Ready for the recycle trip. And lo, if my fickle friend isn't suddenly in a panic (the second time in two weeks, but for a much different reason), as his job is closing out in two months. He needs online access and his 10 yo. Apple doesn't cut it any more. He happens by because I called in a favor as my vehicle is in the shop. So, I offer him my old rig, but as he is Windows dysfunctional, I offer to set it up for him. Of course I need to remove my data, which I do after a number of peculiar false starts, and get the PC updated for Windows, re-connecting it up to the internet. (I still cannot remove myself as Owner, and the Windows administrative features seem ever more obscure). Then he cannot pick it up today due to apparent sudden changes in workplace circumstances, indicating by text that grape picking is starting tomorrow, something I find hard to believe, but perhaps this is for sparkling wine (lower sugar content).</p><p>Like WTF; here I was to get rid of the old PC, get it out the door, and now I am dealing with it again and it is going to sit here, possibly for weeks, until he gets it together to collect it. Two steps forward and one back, Pyrrhic Progress as I call it, straight out of the Psychopathic play book. Or maybe its just plain sabotage of intention, another of their constant fuckery themes. (There have been other technical reversals last year, e.g. having to remove my USB 3.0 card to accommodate the salvaged video card installation). Just what is it about information access, including down to the color of the cables, that the Psychopaths constantly need to sabotage, disrupt, interfere with and otherwise force expensive and unneeded changes? I just don't get it, and am sick fed up of dealing with this shit.</p><p>And never mind attempting to get a "network" established, two PC's, both Windows 10, side by side, on the same modem and having them communicate. As in sending files back and forth, all I want to do. That has been tried, and owing to Windows 10 obscurity, or else more sabotage, it was "USB stick net" this past year. <br /></p><p>Enough for a posting, and to call this one done.</p>AJHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010011060360051592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26452764.post-9564681183166634762020-08-04T22:22:00.001-07:002020-08-04T22:22:18.163-07:00Jaw Breaker07-30-2020<br />
A near-all night awakeness stunt last night. Presumably to introduce New Fuckery, a resoundingly painful L ear with pain radiating to my jaw and cheek bone. A constant pain, and then suddenly an additional stinging momentary jolt every now and again, often timed to when I was thinking about something else, a lateral thought jump, one of those neural emissions that the perps cannot seem yet to remotely mind control<br />
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A call to the "walk-in" clinic doctor ensued, and I was instructed to put oil drops in twice for the remainder of the day and visit the clinic tomorrow at 0830h. I cannot see this being any bit ordinary, as there was no causal event, unlike 09-2019's stunt of giving me an R ear ache after going swimming at the local pool, resolved by antibiotics. In fact, the pain became so debilitating today that I had to resort for a first time ever pain-killer medication, and old Rx that I didn't use.<br />
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On this same L side I had a subconjunctival hemorrhage in my L eye in 03-2020 that took three weeks to dissipate. So we shall see.<br />
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All manner of fear scenarios were played out in mind today, just the "usual", a tumor etc. I don't need one of those thanks, though the scenario of needing proton beam treatment, not available in Canada, has been played in mind for some 4 years now. Sometimes they deliver on these long running mind-planted scenarios, and sometimes they don't. They have been very insistent on this one all this time (since 2017), and even have me meeting up with the planted babe they have consistently been putting in mind (romantically) for 17 of these 18 years of harassment. They could teleport her here forthwith, so I don't need to make a trip to their proton beam facility in California. (And the entire compatibility situation for this person, of some former notoriety, is so completely wrong that I have rejected every planted instance of it. I ain't fit for romance and the rest of the downstream togetherness life). All I know is that I could do without the uncertainty, prolonged medical intervention or the pain.<br />
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07-31-2020<br />
Got to doctor on time at 0830h, but not good enough for him. I waited for 20 min. in the exam room. "Ear infection" he says within two seconds of putting the instrument in my ear. Scratch all that planted FUD per above.<br />
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Rx delays... I had to go back twice and finally got my Rx at 1400h What a stalk-athon at LD (both visits); all these duckies wearing masks FFS, I thought these were long gone in these here parts, but now a resurgence of masked Fuckwits surging around me.<br />
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Pain on and off; it seems it takes 45min for painkillers to kick in<br />
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About 1200h I was getting hungry, but was unsure about what to eat. felt nauseous suddenly and had to relieve myself at the great white telephone. I didn't think I had anything to unload, but no, lots, all brown colored from my breakfast chocolate. (I had bacon for breakfast, but none of that there). See the section on this new "feature" of delayed digestion below.<br />
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Continued lolling around all afternoon and into the evening. Much sleep, and appropriately timed to screw me up yet again in getting my haircut. Then more pain, more painkillers and then more sleep. Funny how the doctor didn't prescribe pain killers when I told him how excruciating the pain was...<br />
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08-01-2020<br /><div>
The joys of a long weekend (here in BC) while being sick. That is, continued pain in my L ear and sleeping most of this hot day. And too, having slept most of the night, with only one pain killer intake. Quite the ear infection to say the least, as I have had only one before in 09-2019 when I attempted to resume fitness swimming, some four swims over two weeks. It "so happened" that this brief re-introduction to fitness swimming brought on an ear infection in my R ear. Good cover story, but it doesn't wash. In the 1980's-1990's I swam for 14 years 3x/week, ~2400m per hour in a managed practice format, and never got one single ear infection. This time, no excuse, that is, no prior swimming, and I get the ear infection of all (my) time to the level of being debilitated. Thanks assholes.</div><div><br /></div><div>No actual jaw broken of course, but it felt like it.</div><div><br /></div><div>08-04-2020</div><div>The intense ear infection is now down to a dull roar, and I even put a full day's work in today. I had some pain killers kicking around from dental surgery two years ago, tylenolC, which saved the day. I used them for two days straight, a little on the third day and managed to sleep most of the day and night for three days. I have never needed pain killers for anything until this ear infection, so I wonder if my Psychopathic abusers weren't amplifying it some. Perhaps they wanted me to test them out and check my energy while using them as prescribed. Big deal, I slept mostly, and when awake I felt perfectly normal and even got out to do my laundry at the laundromat.</div><div><br /></div><div>One of the Psychopath's fuckery tricks was to add on pangs of extra pain; the pain was bad enough as it was, but every so often the assholes would give me a momentary shot of extra pain. Another stunt was to keep popping my L ear, as if the fluids had burst or re-established a seal. And lo, if they didn't pull this latter stunt exactly as a customer some two aisles away, dropped and smashed a glass vessel on the floor. Well done assholes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Plenty of noisestalking while suffering the ear ache pain of all time was when I was outside, lying on a towel on the lawn. That same single engine aircraft kept flying and circling, then HD motorcycle noise (close and distant (mostly)) often followed by high revving Japanese motorycycle noise, hotrod ("performance") muffle noise was frequent. And too, my normal strategy of placing my fingers to my ears was somewhat thwarted with one very sore ear.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And what was going on with the Psychopaths last night? They kept me awake the entire night (before a day of work), without any other excuses like ADD Rx intake (none) and put on this nonstop light and plasma show in the bedroom. If I looked at the ceiling, many hundreds of these points of lights were above me, and then started to get longer, "stalact-lights" as I termed them. They were very small points at first, then lines, each radiating perpendicularly from the ceiling. And then after a minute or two of observation, they began to lean over in patterns, in swirls (like a crop circle), as a dynamic pattern. I quit looking after that so not to encourage the assholes, and lo, if they didn't start something similar up, read on.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I was lying on my mattress on the floor, and my head was near the mattress corner, and it just seemed convenient to put my arms overhead, off the mattress and on the floor ahead of me. Inside of a few seconds, these same radiating lines of light came from the underside of the dark wall where my clothes are stored, just above the carpeted floor, and pulsing toward my arms. I didn't feel anything, but decided that I didn't like where this was going and rolled over.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then I decided to look at the opposite wall where my shelves have tools and supplies stacked, about mid-height on the wall. More fuckery ensued in the form of red light flashes pulsing across the room and landing on the tool boxes, though a larger 8" sized landing of momentary red light. Matched to the red trim on the many Bosch tool boxes I have, and they kept it up the entire time I was looking there.</div><div><br /></div><div>I then decided to look at the opposite wall there the window is, covered with a closed venetian blind. Normally I don't look at these as they (now) nearly always arrange a slow fuzzy maser ball (zingers) to fall across the venetian blind slats, usually in irregular trajectories, say laterally for 4", then it drops down a slat or two, then laterally (forward or back) again, and so on until the maser ball gets to the bottom of the window and disappears below the last slat, about 6 seconds elapsed time. This time, they had the venetian blinds pulsating with energy, as if black and white small particles were seething in between and through the blind slats. I took some pictures, but even if I capture something, they have a "way" of not turning out, film or digital. They got post exposure image editing done within seconds sometimes. Sometimes digital cameras also come with their own artifacts as well.</div><div><br /></div><div>So who knows, maybe all this pulsating light is around me all the time and no one dare say a thing. I get enough stares (from strangers/stalkers) in any given day to suspect as much.</div><div><br /></div><div>While lying and tanning on the lawn, as it has been very hot and consistently sunny, I am reading the Steve Jobs biographic tome, "Steve Jobs" by Walter Issaksen, and not only do I get the above mentioned background of noise, aka noisestalking, but I often get the noise erupting at certain specific moments in reading. Turning a page (yes) is a big deal for the Psychopaths, ergo, add noise. Also when switching from reading text to reading the text and looking at the included pictures. The introduction of his wife Laurene in the text brought on the HD noise next door, across the lane. The Psychopaths like me reading biographies, so there must be something in it for them, say, a psychic connection to the subject, even if deceased.</div><div><br />
Another new round of Fuckery has erupted, possibly explaining the above mentioned barfing episode. That is, I have a meal, and the food is sitting in my stomach some four hours later like a stone, as if it hasn't digested. FFS, all my life I have been a very fast food digester; it is down and through me in four hours, even if the "normal" is 24-48 hours. So fuck you assholes and stop pissing with my food digestion. Needless to say, eating a meal has been a more onerous consideration. And too, I don't seem to get hungry much now. Add "remotely manipulated and extended food digestion" as another component of their arsenal.</div><div><br /></div><div>And the flashes of light in my eyes at bed time have a timed correlation to other games they are studying. I was in bed, and the foot pain infliction started up, and so I moved my feet and kept them moving until I "forgot". Then another jolt of pain in the foot. So I moved my whole body into a new repose. The in-eye light flashes came on briefly and another shot of pain in my foot, same location. So I shifted to a new repose, and again, a shot of in-eye light flash and then a shot of foot pain. Direct and identical responses to my countermeasures. After that, they decided the didn't want to continue to reinforce this association. They can be cagey like that, never wanting to be doing the same thing at the same time or place, especially with regular activities.<br /></div>
<div><br /></div><div>And yet another possible technological front of complete intrusion, privacy invasion and remotely applied abuse via this sonic pulse device (cannot find link) Now a vaccuum panel protection that is needed. I learned early on that this energetic invasion wasn't totally EMF, even if the gaussmeter readings were very high, 200Gauss, 1700Gauss later. (Imagine if I could get that magnetic field measurement sensor on my phone accessible and with readings that were reliable). So all that Faraday cage stuff won't work if you are a TI. Then I figured it was tunable radar (in 2002 no less) a form of EMF, that can see into 150' of concrete, but it cannot see past metals. Not much later I figured they were tuning into the ether, per Lt Col. Tom Bearden, so I knew I was screwed, be they "scalar waves" or whatever else. It doesn't matter; Under Their Thumb, 24x7.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This new forced Blogger format is just messed up; I cannot search my
labels, I cannot save explicitly, and who knows what else. And the
typing is slower, meaning that it is going to Blogger (Google) first and
isn't using the local PC for work processing. I knew that a few years
ago though. Well done Google, take something that works and de-function
it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Enough for a post and I shall see if it works.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br />AJHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010011060360051592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26452764.post-17974206181754385612020-07-26T23:27:00.001-07:002020-07-26T23:27:31.754-07:00Keep the Kovid Going 07-22-2020<br />
About time I got on the bit and put a post together. Finally summer has arrived with some hot (32+C) days as I work in the vineyard. Normally this is time to rejoice for me, as I like the hot weather, but this past 8 months has been one of lower energy and motivation, and this afternoon I was feeling quite wiped out. Very uncharacteristic...I have been taking an hour long nap after work, something that the ADD medications "solved" in 2018. So it would seem I am lapsing back into that scene that instigated re-starting my ADD medications.<br />
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And for those who aren't long term readers, the Psychopaths upon their apartment invasion and escalation of high fuckery in 04-2002 when this abuse-athon began, ensured that they deprived me of my ADD medications that were quite effective. In other words, a 17 year long hiatus that was better than this current state. (Go figure). It was only the infernal ionizing radiation therapy for prostate cancer in late 2017 that started this slide into demotivation and lower energy.<br />
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Low iron has been an issue for some two years now, and my 12-2019 iron IV didn't seem to do anything, so I got another one recently 06-2020. I had iron blood tests recently, one month later, and I see the doctor has set up a telephone appointment. So we shall see what this means..<br />
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But, given my ADD and low dopamine state, I had a notion to check out scientific papers online, and lo, low iron "behavioral effects" in the parlance of the research world, appear very similar to ADD-Inattentive subtype symptoms (me). There is a <a href="https://academic.oup.com/ajcn/article-abstract/50/3/607/4651595" target="_blank">strong interaction between iron and dopamine</a> FFS. I am not going to say I have discovered the root cause of ADD-Inattentive subtype by any means, though I am curious why no one that I know of (presently) in the ADD book world (meaning, digested from the science research world to make it comprehensible to us retail book purchasing schmucks), hasn't put this together.<br />
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I am told by a GP that low iron is rare in males. I have also found research that ADD-Inattentive subtype is also rare in males. ADD males are roughly 80% Hyperactive subtype, where ADD females are roughly 80% Inattentive subtype. Anyhow, we shall see where this goes, but it clear to me that my Psychopathic keepers know a whole lot more about all this than I do.<br />
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I get the telepathic messages from time to time that they are "transforming" me, and portray a number of future scenarios of me not being ADD. Well, I don't really care, and my usual reply to them is to leave me the fuck alone, end the abuse now, as I have been fucked enough. To which they telepathically reply, they cannot stop, and must continue their work. Another way of saying they don't give a shit, an its all about them and their research imperatives, small (ADD, dopamine and iron) and large, (remotely applied mind control, quantum mechanics (and other unconventional physical interpretations not in the Standard Model) and the fundamental postulates of Hugh Everett's Multiple Worlds. Again, I don't care how big of a picture this TI harassment and abuse scenario is, or that of TI's in general, I just want to be left the fuck alone.<br />
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Through in all this I get a ringside seat to seeing the larger world scenarios play out with a different lens, though I am by no means privy as to how this all fits the larger picture. The latest games being the Covid-19, or Kovid Killer, as in extensively disrupting the economies of the Western world. Add in the Chimp-Out of 2020 for the thug that didn't show up for his funeral (empty coffin FFS), and the follow-on riots and civil disturbances in the US states and cities that couldn't be bothered to enforce civil authority, being too spineless (or more likely, their chain was yanked) to deal with rioters the old-fashioned way; high speed lead. Then add in the sad-sack Main Stream Media (MSM), or as I prefer, Lamestream Media, who uniformly have backed the rioters and mayhem. In the least they have resorted to euphemistic terms such as "peaceful protesters" for rioters and looters, and have uniformly sided with the Burning, Looting and Murder (BLM) faction, something that only a Lizard King would initiate, because only he can get away with this, even if he has been <a href="https://www.sgtreport.com/2019/12/george-soros-banned-from-6-countries/" target="_blank">declared persona non grata in 6 countries</a> for sedition.<br />
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Maybe it is more like Billionaire Lives Matter; I cannot see sorry-assed Soros having Gislaine Maxwell (a millionaire) as his next door cell mate anytime soon. Another billionaire of greater recent prominence of late and who is talking through hat most of the time, is Bill Gates and his vaccine promotion. Say Bill, if you want to be a hero instead of a billionaire bum, as <a href="https://www.globalresearch.ca/bill-gates-and-the-depopulation-agenda-robert-f-kennedy-junior-calls-for-an-investigation/5710021" target="_blank">you too have been declared unwelcome in a number of countries</a>, why don't you take on diseases the old-fashioned way, and bypass the immune system and hit the disease directly. As in the 1930's with the <a href="https://cloudmind.info/dr-raymond-rife-cured-cancer-in-1934-then-he-was-killed/" target="_blank">Royal Rife disease curing methods</a> of determining the EM signatures of the disease, and applying it with reverse EM waves. It worked to the point of 30 doctors having a banquet to celebrate the end of disease until they got rumbled by the FDA of the day.<br />
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Not to mention Mr MAGA has been playing kitty-by-the-door and not engaging the states that have allowed the civil mayhem to continue, never mind corralling the above mentioned seditious billionaire. And get yourself a real Attorney General; <a href="http://www.patriotortraitor.com/william-pelham-barr/" target="_blank">that fat cat has got nine lives</a>, all of them supplied by the Deep State.<br />
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Yet another unwelcome dimension of human behavior has surfaced in the past six months, that of the so-called Social Justice Warriors, or more like, Social Justice Delusionals. A variant is the Woke crowd, though not very awake in fact, as they cannot understand that money doesn't grow on trees, and steadfastly refuse any educational direction otherwise. A more developed treatise on this crowd of tools/fools who have lost the ability to attain a modicum of objective reality at this link,<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="field field--name-title field--type-string field--label-hidden"> <a href="http://Partisanship Has Untethered Americans' Minds From Objective Reality" target="_blank">Partisanship Has Untethered Americans' Minds From Objective Reality</a>, summarized as follows;</span></span></span><br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">The question we face in this age is whether it is possible to
maintain a civil society with an abundance of people embracing an
alternative reality. Fanatics, eccentrics, lunatics and so on
have been a part of human society since the beginning. The issue today
is one of scale. Those leaky simulations have burst open and our reality
is now flooded with berserk imitations of normal people, acting on a
sense of reality that is at odds with objective reality. We’re being overrun by simulacrum.</span></blockquote>
And then on cue, why, our dear Google, social media platforms, Youtube and the like have decided to limit Covid-19 coverage to "authoritative" sources. The last six months have had countless shutdowns of alternate news sources, videos detailing a very different reality on the ground etc. In fact, Google was <a href="https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2019-08-19/censorship-alternative-media-virtual-book-burning" target="_blank">busy censoring</a> long before <a href="https://www.zerohedge.com/health/inevitable-coronavirus-censorship-crisis-here" target="_blank">CoVid-19 censorship.</a> <a href="https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2020-07-24/nbc-goes-mask-reveals-twitter-censorship-methods-after-devastating-hack" target="_blank">Twitter's censorship mask slips</a>), and so it goes, circling the drain. So with Google now declaring themselves as the official internet information censor, because they could readily swap out the "Covid-19" theme and add another, and another, etc. truly 2020 has been a major economic hit on top of many major paradigm shifts.<br />
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All of the above is a Perfect Confluence of high stupidity encased in delusional ideals
permitting civil mayhem and getting full Lamestream Media support. Add on blatant information censorship of alternate sources to limit public news coverage to the Official Narrative Only. It is all too contrived and orchestrated IMO.<br />
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BTW; I have a new name and acronym for the specious term invoked by the CIA to attempt to smear the name of those developing alternate theories to the JFK assassination, a still common term to stiffle debate, "<a href="https://projectunspeakable.com/conspiracy-theory-invention-of-cia/" target="_blank">conspiracy theories</a>". Well done, you propagandists, so why would you develop this term anyhow? How about, Not the Official Narrative Theories (NONT), or NONTists applied to such proponents? <br />
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Back to the abuse-athon scenes, just the majors ones since the last posting.<br />
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-a 10-12yo boy seriously tailing me at SOF supermarket last week at 1900h, about the most obvious
tailing/stalking stunt in recent years. Shopping all by himself apparently. He tails me at my usual last aisle before heading to the checkouts. I look at him as he was so incredibly anomalous, and this shit stares right back at me. He carries on to the chocolate section in this aisle and does the usual gangstalker stunt of "just standing there", (fake shopping) so I take off and get some more groceries. I return to this aisle about five minutes later and he is exiting it for some reason, and lo, if we don't cross paths at the aisle end making contra-centric turns. Then the kid Fuckwit doubles back within 5 seconds and tails me, passes by and then does the "just standing there" stunt again in mid-aisle. I pass by him to head to the chocolate section to select some of my usual vice and Kid Fuckwit starts tailing me again, moving in closer. I take off and head to the check out. Presumably the Psychopaths didn't want to make Kid Fuckwit (gangstalker) look any more stupid by pretending he had money to pay for his groceries<br />
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-chasing me with HD motorcycle noise everytime I exited or entered my
vehicle or place today. A low key day off, and sunny weather to boot,
and I only went out to the laundromate (2 visits), and that was it.<br />
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-why do the Psychopaths need to crack three of my four touch screen devices in the last three months? The assholes cracked the S5 phone I had for 8 years earlier in the year. The 10Note replacement got cracked within two weeks of owning it. The AK digital music player of four years got its screen cracked last year and its replacement got its screen cracked within a week of owning it. Just leave my fucking stuff alone assholes.<br />
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-beam type point sources of pain in my feet again, as if a pain beam is passing through. The Psychopaths will nail me in a toe, and I then move my foot and toe and press the latter in my knee for example, and I can defeat the pain for a minute or so until they can isolate my toe again (I assume). They put a pain in my L arch through my boot at work a few days ago. As always, moving my feet around solves the issue temporarily.<br />
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-Sat. Chasing me with HD motorcycle noise every time I exited or entered my
vehicle or place today. A low key day off, and sunny weather to boot,
and I only went out to the laundromat (2 visits), and that was it.<br />
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-the first 0700h start working day was three days ago, and the Psychopaths went berserk with extra fuckery and harassment in preparing breakfast and getting my lunch together for the day's work. I make the same breakfast every morning, and seemingly, all because it was an hour early, they wanted to enrage me, which they did. You know, "normal harassment" things going wrong with exceptional frequency; extra spills and objects just dropping from my hand, "forgets" of routine habitsI do every morning etc. When they put 5-10 of these fuckery events together inside of 5 minutes, one knows one is getting worked over. And given that the Psychopaths seem to have an inordinate interest in the timing of what I do with respect to the sun position, and presumably sidereal time, I should not of been surprised.<br />
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-blasting noise through my new noise cancelling headphones, especially that effing HD motorcycle noise which I loathe with a passion. Given the noise cancelling headphones are an electronic device with batteries inside them and switches to activate certain functions, this means escalated electronic fuckery over the passive (normal) type headphones. That I had to reboot them about 6x at least four mornings in succession suggests someone was hard at their fuckery job. Then said headphones work fine for a week (so far).<br />
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-fuckery over wearing headphones is endless; they just slide off, the cord gets caught up every which impossible way there can be, the DAP player just won't work suddenly, and both the old DAP, and the new DAP (as of today) seem to have a malfunctioning Pause/Start button. Funny how that "happens". Only opening up the touch screen to touch the same functioning feature invokes the Pause. <br />
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Enough invective plus a little TI harassment news to call this one a posting.<br />
AJHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010011060360051592noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26452764.post-58924115597376187912020-07-06T22:12:00.001-07:002020-07-06T22:12:37.506-07:00Post Covid-19 Scare07-06-1954<br />
My birthday today, double sixes in fact, and some kind of relevance to those who do numerology and all the rest of the supposed portent these numbers bring. I couldn't care less about that kind of stuff.<br />
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Even my ex sent me a birthday email, which the asshole hasn't done for the last 20+ years, so what gives?<br />
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A day in the vineyard, muscling through yet more hand tucking, as the boss man couldn't be bothered to get the second tucking wire out of the way before the tendrils latched on en masse. Normally, with the wires out of the way, preferably below, then one brings them up and the pair of them contain the shoots vertically without any tendril attachments. Some hand tucking is needed to straighten them out but not much. It could of been done in a week this way, but no, the boss said no to moving the wire and by default that meant have the vineyard worker (me) take three weeks to do it manually. Like, there isn't enough else to do? Of course there is; June and July are intense vine shoot growing periods here not to mention the so-called "suckers" (shoots from the base) that need to be removed (again). And another round of shoot thinning.<br />
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And besides, the owners (a couple) never ask me how it is going, what progress I am making, you know, the normal supervisor concern about task completion. And they rarely visit me while doing the job, like they don't need to know what quality level I am doing. Bizarre to say the least. Even last Friday, I come into the tasting room to purchase a bottle of wine as a visitor is in town, and the owner (female) doesn't even ask me how it is going in a general sense. I hadn't seen her in weeks, and she doesn't even ask anything about the job. I only work there M-F, 8 hours a day for crissakes.<br />
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I told the owner (male, the more active managerial one) two weeks ago he needed extra help on tucking
and he told me he had someone lined up. And what do I get? One person a
week later for one day FFS. It does cause me to ponder if I haven't been
sandbagged in some way; keep the victim doing a job the slow way when
it could of been done 3x faster. All fitting with the Psychopath's
agenda of slowing up the victim in engaging in any task whatsoever.<br />
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As in competence sabotage; a simple job, now my 8th year of vineyard work, and the Psychopaths dither my finger control to cause the trellis clips (that pull the wires together to better contain the shoots so they don't move) in my hand to suddenly eject outward, and are lost for good. Thanks a bunch assholes. Which explains why I dare not take any assembly job as parts will flip, fly, or eject (beome unconventionally extra kinetic) and my finger control suddenly becomes extra clumsy. Add in the time contraint, say, of being on an assembly line, and the Psychopaths have me totally panicked, stressed and intensely annoyed. They like that, stressing the victim any which way possible, again and again, the same tasks every fucking day.<br />
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Another owner stunt was a few months ago when a colleague mentioned my boss (female) made a video on pruning vines and put it on Youtube where he saw it. It was news to me, and annoying news at that, as I had just completed pruning the whole five acres of the vineyard myself, and she never mentioned any video creation, and nor did she ask me about any input. So, the boss lady puts out an educational video on pruning and doesn't mention any of it to me who did all the pruning in the vineyard, save three rows. Pruning is like driving, you don't get any better or knowledgeable until you do it as there are a considerable number of contingent principles and rules that one must consider.<br />
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One has to laugh, but also one has to wonder why they are so disengaged when they have a four year employee who is responsible, reliable and knowledgeable, if I may toot my horn some. One usually doesn't get this in agriculture labor for long (or at all), never mind four years working there. I could go on about this perverse disconnect of my current employer association, but if nothing else it is as consistent as it is incomprehensible, given their amiable personalities. I don't get it, unless it is being governed by someone who does not want more of an engaging relationship.<br />
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Speaking of which, the First Feral Family all went sideways on me when all this harassment and abuse came on in 04-2002, and the assholes haven't let up since. Playing dumb got them a few months at first, but it became tiresome and then obvious someone was managing my family interaction to be as limited as possible. (And when I realized the assholes were in on this since the get-go, they somehow knew and cut off the last few lines of intelligent questioning and haven't mentioned a thing since, about 16 years). But not to an antagonistic level though, but I do my part at least, and maintain the perspective of Fuck Them All. I don't initiate much with them, but respond normally according to any of theirs if limited. More strange (and managed) interpersonal weirdness IMHO.<br />
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And a continuing level of weirdness and fuckery in my existence. The Covid plandemic in all its much hyped "second round", "rebound" and the rest of the Lamestream Media information feed, has kept the physical distancing going, with the odd Fuckwit suddenly erupting to get in close. The gangstalking has become more obvious, but not more frequent, and the "usual" tag teaming is more subtle. One Fuckwit in the supermarked did an 180 degree turn around behind me as I was about to pick an item off the shelf. This would of been a decision moment (for me), a much stalked and harassed moment of High Fuckery for the Psychopaths. Said Fuckwit continued to keep hanging around and seemed to know what aisle I would be in next after bailing on my intended path after seeing the Fuckwit posted exactly where I wanted to go. A straight giveaway are the Fuckwits who stand there at the chocolate section, always a regular stop for me, and so I bail and go elsewhere to finish my shopping, and the same Fuckwit is still standing there some 10 minutes later.<br />
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The 180 degree turnarounds by vehicular stalkers has also increased. Today, when departing the vineyard parking lot at 1600h, a white vehicle drives in and I figure they are going to the winery tasting room. But no, the Fuckwit turns around and follows me out, having just got a break in the traffic on Naramata Road, the Fuckwit going back the way he came. If I get too pissed with these fucker they invariably have them take a turn before long. Whether this is to defuse my annoyance or to lower the obviousness level I don't know. Same difference to me; quit fucking stalking me asshole. There have been other winery parking lot turnaround episodes, about two per month, and have increased over the past 4 months. All to do with the ansiotropic properties of space, and having different energy properties in different directions.<br />
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A blatant extraconventional piece of fuckery a few days ago. I was lying in bed intending to sleep and they must of telepathically posted something humorous in my subconscious. I was aware of a (seeming genuine) humorous thought, but I could not say exactly what it was (conscious thought), and it was slightly funny, and they must of re-posted it or else augmented it slightly, and I still thought it was humorous. And then poof, some kind of EMF pulse (or like) went through my whole head and a coincident knock on a panel some 20' away. I have had these before, more in the earlier days when a conscious thought got the same Psychopathic extraconventional reaction; a flash of light and a noise and a sensation of a pulse of something traveling through me. This seems to be the first time they have done this test with a planted subconscious telepathic notion.<br />
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The last one like this was about a year ago when they put a pair of nice looking babes in front of me at yoga and I was checking them out, and liked what I saw, re-affirmed it, and then poof, a sudden one second burst of a plasma cloud in front of me. No pulse though.<br />
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Other fuckery that has increased of late is the existence of plasma and light properties altering events. The masers, the black fuzzy or sometimes linear features, that float around with abandon, and can even track my vision on a printed page. Time to put down the book then when it gets down to point-of-vision stalking. I come in the door at my residence, and they put on this squished up, or crinkled light distortion pattern inside. The same one for three days running.<br />
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Long time readers and TI's will know that ANY passage through a doorway or even a gate will cause the Psychopaths to put on extra noise-stalking and other fuckery. Never mind the fact that they routinely (near 100%, normally they don't like to keep a regular harassment beat) piss me off when getting out the door to work every day. I could be late, the shoelaces flip all over the place (extra kinetic), the bootlaces keep missing the hooks on the boots, something is forgotten and just recalled, and hundreds of other jerkarounds to piss me off, usually intensely before getting out the door. Add in a few back and forths to/from the vehicle to get another "forgotten" item, and I am rage-ified every work day in getting there. Thanks bunch assholes. All about exiting one place and passing through a door to crossing the outside lawn (20') and then through a gate (also a moment of high fuckery as they like to pull the keys from my fingers) and getting to my vehicle, another 20' away. And what is it about these simple actions of leaving a house and entering my vehicle that so interests an annual billion dollar budget Psychopathic organization that they need to hound the absolute piss out of me for 18 years and counting?<br />
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I have no idea, and don't care. Just leave me the fuck alone, I have been abused enough for 100 lifetimes. As I mentioned in an earlier posting; I'd rather done my time in Guantanamo Bay; I would of been out in seven years and set up on some faraway place, courtesy of Uncle Sugar.<br />
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On a more analytical note, I suspect one's energy interactions with the ground energy (<a href="http://milesmathis.com/uft.html" target="_blank">charge field in the parlance of Miles Mathis' profound work</a>) in passing from living quarters (on a carpeted concrete pad) to lawn to gravel to asphalt and then seated in a vehicle. If nothing else, the Psychopaths have been very persistent and consistent in hounding my ass at moments of egress (buildings, between rooms, in and out of vehicles etc.). And also getting out of my vehicle, as often one of my employers "happens" to be passing by.<br />
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And so it goes, and I will call this a posting, even if I intended to keeping this one ticking over for a few more weeks. Here it is, back to life as a prisoner in disguise. Or, more accurately, as a human nonconsensual experimentation subject, in situ.AJHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010011060360051592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26452764.post-82992433192588156252020-07-05T21:19:00.002-07:002020-07-05T21:19:23.561-07:00Covid-19 & Farcical Follow-ons06-30-2020<br />
And I see that government mandated "social distancing"
isn't apprehended while rioting and looting. Such a fine example put on
by the authorities. But if you want to re-open a hair salon to earn some
money, hey, they will be on your ass and you will be in court. In
Oregon, they even threatened someone with taking their children into
"protective custody" for doing just that FFS. But ANTIFA, Black Lives
Matter (when committing felonies), and Hootie and Lootie get a bye. Maybe that should be Billionaire Lives Matter, as the Lizard King himself, George Soros is funding them through his Open Society foundation. If Russia declared Soros persona non grata for his political meddling, it is about time that the US did too.<br />
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A current related coincidence (to me) playing out in
Seattle are the leftist thugs, ANTIFA by name, and the black militants,
Black Lives Matter, who have combined along with other cuckolded fools
to set up the Capitol Hill Autonomous Zone (CHAZ). It so "happens" that
is the area where I lived in Seattle from 2000 to 2002. It isn't a
predominantly negro populated area, but more gentrified with a BMW and
Volvo dealership when I lived there. And with the Seattle mayor and the
Washington State governor playing docile ("summer of love" FFS),
seemingly both afraid of their own shadows to take action, (as have most
other public officials in cities affected by the rioting and looting),
it just seems too consistent to be anything but orchestrated in advance.
Even the MAGA man isn't stepping up as quickly as his past rhetoric
would suggest, though perhaps he is waiting for this errant foolishness to implode by itself. I don't know what the political angles are, e.g. fenced
in by future election considerations possibly, or perhaps someone with
certain videos is yanking his chain etc. All too curious to me, as it
seems to me that there is a trail of places (New Orleans, Kauai, now Seattle) that I have once visited or lived,
which beget cataclysmic weather events or otherwise get trashed, often
decades later.<br />
<br />
This civil unrest in the US and
elsewhere, per Floyd George's apparent demise at the hands of the
police, is reaching proportions of a grand farce. How far do we have to
invoke racial unrest scenarios before some people will stop their absurd
grovelling and obsequious faux contrition for absolutely no reason
whatsoever? The Main Stream Media (MSM) is leading the charge for
abhorrent grovelling ("we are with you"), and far too many mindless, or
else orchestrated and cuckolded organizations and individuals are
following suit. Cue another round of this forced and racist nonsense of
"diversity" (di-worse-sity in fact) quotas and so called "affirmative
action" (affirmative degeneracy as I see it).<br />
<br />
Personally, I
think
the Floyd George demise was an orchestrated stunt, and that particular
thug who should
of still been in jail for his last home invasion felony, got a cute
exit route out alive. He was no stranger to the inside of a police car,
and besides, does a convenience store really call the police for a
counterfeit $20 bill? No, they would just hand it back, because he may
well of been totally innocent in attempting to tender it. And WTF; he
didn't even show up inside his coffin! That is either a new (to me)
funeral procedure, or else a blatant expression of "fooling you" (to the
public). A speculative notion: are he and Jeffery Epstein, among
others, yukking it up in some kind of wonderful resort (you decide what
kind) for the managed exit-teers?<br />
<br />
Along with other treasonous public officials and workers
taking a knee as a deluded supplicative concession, I have to wonder if a large
percentage of the population knows their ass from their elbow. Like WTF;
the basis for a successful and harmonious society is that it be civil,
backed by the rule of law, along with an interpretive "justice system" to ensure civility is consistently
kept as a primary societal imperative. Somehow, those entrusted with
the operation of ensuring civility have utterly lost their principles,
to the point of being treasonous fools. Since they have lost any
public trust, I suggest all those public officials and employees who
have taken a knee, be removed from office forthwith.<br />
<br />
And
that would include you too JT, the Prime Moron of Canada, despicably jumping to
the front of all and any so-called social justice sob shows, no matter how how
baseless it is.<br />
<br />
The best cinematic portrayal of rapidly withering principles that I know
of is near the end of the film, "The Magic Christian", where a pool of septic sludge
(liquid shit) is filled in the village square and someone throws paper
money in it. At first it is low denominations with onlookers standing
by. But as higher denomination notes are tossed in and accumulate, some
of the villagers begin to reach in to take them, and eventually some are
wading in it. A touchstone to our current societal shit show it would seem,
with the added delusion of public officials and corporate officers
admitting to things that don't exist, all in keeping with a supplied
narrative.<br />
<br />
Besides, it isn't about race in the first
place, not when one is such an obvious under-performer when one reads
the US crime statistics and income levels per <a href="http://germanica.org/">Germanica.org</a>.
It is just an excuse for looting and civil mayhem. Not to mention
exploiting this with the currently termed "de-funding the police"
chatter and initiatives. All too coordinated and orchestrated IMHO with
the Demolition-crats as the cheer-leading political party who keep
egging on this sanctioned lawlessness, an incremental take-down of
civility. The police as law enforcement officers are generally not the
problem, but no one seems to acknowledge the world-wide evident
propensity of a certain race for criminal behavior, as reflected in the
government statistics. And why, the police even get instructed to let
looters carry on without any application of preventive force. And
does that buy them any favors? Of course not, but instead backhanded
thanklessness of having their police stations burned down. With respect
to black race issues, Malcolm X said, "look in the mirror".And the MSM, or as I prefer it, the Lamestream Media, calls the looting "protesting" FFS.<br />
<br />
Is
this a plan to bring on that failed state model, so exemplified by
South Africa, where the police are next to useless and you better have
some money to pay a private police force. Also add the extensive
security measures needed around and in your home, i.e., barbed wire
fences, steel full height gates, even inside your home in hallways. From
<a href="https://irishsavant.blogspot.com/2019/11/straight-from-my-you-couldnt-make-this.html" target="_blank">Irish Savant</a>, in South Africa, the black chief of police named Sithole (curiously) is quoted; <br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>Sitole
told about five hundred police officers in attendance at a conference
in Pretoria that if it wasn’t for white people, there would be no crime
in South Africa. “They brought TVs, cars, jewellery, and other things
our people will be tempted to steal, if it wasn’t for that, our people
were never going to learn to steal, they did all of this to make us look
bad.</i>”</span></span></blockquote>
Laughable, if it weren't coming from someone of that capacity.<br />
<br />
There
is more I wanted to say, but as Google is on the censorious warpath of
late, attempting to purge reality, read Zero Hedge's experience <a href="https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/google-demonetizes-zero-hedge" target="_blank">here</a>, I will call this a posting.<br />
.AJHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010011060360051592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26452764.post-63168438144165248292020-06-16T23:46:00.003-07:002020-06-18T21:36:40.160-07:00Feeling Better06-14-2020<br />
Some intensive rain over the past two days has given me a little time to put a posting together. That is, the weather has become problematic for getting vineyard work done.<br />
<br />
I got my iron IV last week, and another tomorrow, and feel better with the first one. Of course, if any substance has a consistent and immediate effect of feeling better, (i.e. dopamine releasing agent) it won't be allowed. But hey, I am officially anemic, and sitting in a doctor's office with one of those smelly masks on for two hours is not "immediate" in my book. Besides, it took a few days to feel better. Which begs the question as to how often I need to do this, but I leave that to the doctor. The same treatment in December didn't seem to do much, so we shall see.<br />
<br />
In my TI World I didn't notice any kind of immediate change to the harassment scene after my iron IV, so maybe it is one of those background things they like to manipulate, perhaps with all their benchmark measurements. The masers and plasma displays have been very much in force, as they have been for three months. I routinely have at least one or two black blobs passing through my vision, often following my reading focus.(And they aren't "floaters" either, as these same masers have an amazing quality of coming off other objects or personnel). One stunt the Psychopaths put on was to add a olive green maser blob that adjoined a whitish flake (a possible flower fragment) on my windshield. This had the immediate effect of making it look like a bird shit strike momentarily, until I realized that it was their addition to an extant object. Very clever, and note, that kind of fuckery for a second or two of misidentifying something is utterly routine for them. In fact, any kind of momentary mistake in identifying anything, say, male from female (or vice versa), is just their thing. And to think, now over 18 years of this relentless juvenile inanity and considerably greater other abuses. It is called Hell On Earth for no reason other than having the genetic makeup that suits their human nonconsensual human experimentation needs, whatever they are.<br />
<br />
Other fuckery that seems to have escalated in the past few months is to apply a point pain to my foot (knee too sometimes), usually when I have just gone to bed. Often in my L big toe, but sometimes passing through my heel. Annoying and moderately painful, but I can often block the pain by placing my other foot over the pain location, though they often can circumvent this somehow. But it is always defeatable if I move my foot around fast enough, though that doesn't help me get to sleep. Though, with the long running battle with them as to when I get to sleep, and how much, it is they who decide my sleep regimen, so foiling their fuckery isn't going to change that. As to whether this is some kind of beam passing through, or whether they can create a point pain source from inside my foot, I don't know. I haven't seen any beams coming in and passing through my foot, though they could use nonvisible wavelengths of some kind of EMR.<br />
<br />
Another technology take-out last weekend, a three-fer in 24 hours. (A four-fer if you include the headphones, read below). The cell phone checked itself out after it couldn't find the network, timed so I couldn't call my daughter on ther 30th birthday. Well done assholes<br />
<br />
Then this PC's monitor "somehow" crashed while cleaning it (no dripping cleaner or such), and three days later I find the AC plug had "somehow" fell out when it is a very tight fit. Then the new Micro Form Factor (MFF) backup PC would not display, going from a Display Port to a Display Port cord (no conversion plugs). I was left with the PC I want to get rid of, as it only boots up about half the time. It used a different monitor, the same one the MFF ported to. Go figure. The MFF PC is back at the shop, this one is running fine since the discovery of the dropped AC cord, and the cell phone got fixed by the network company by them switching "airplane mode" (ridiculous name) on and off. How fucking lame is that? And only the PC that worked in all of this tech-takedown, has audio is only accessible by headphones. And what did they do to them? Why, they broke the plastic gimbel mount to make them nearly unwearable, and more importantly for them (it seems), to make them asymmetric in form.<br />
<br />
The new noise cancelling headphones (purchased a few weeks ago) still have some of the road noise outside the vineyard where I work getting through the noise cancelling feature. Given the intense fuckery over me wearing headphones, I wasn't too surprised. It did take a week to get the headphones to play nice, that is, have a consistent behavior. That was accomplished by re-booting them every day. I just don't get it; if you have a four modalities of noise cancelling, then why cannot the user be allowed to know which one is operative? No sir, we cannot have a four position slider switch (too obvious), but we will supply you with a voice over (in the headphones) from this British accented woman to tell you (nicely, thankfully), but then again, this "feature" only works sometimes unless I re-boot it FFS.<br />
<br />
Add in the recent persistent wet weather, including thunderstorms, headphone wearing while performing vineyard work became infrequent, so I got to listen to the road noise at full volume. Again, not a surprise, as they like to do "back and forths", comparisons. Progression (of reducing noise or any other regular orchestrated affront) isn't allowed, unless punctuated by many events of regression. Which is why new things don't seem to work at first, and very often they just unabashedly sabotage it, which curiously incrementally relents after a few days. I suspect noise-stalking and various related exercises in headphone fuckery are for the purpose of mapping brain region's energy in real time, my suspicion after 18 years of various noise fuckery/stalking at very predictable junctures and location types.<br />
<br />
Above thunderstorm was a totally new weather pattern I have never seen before. There was a cold and wet system coming in, and it came on as rain, predictably enough. Then while raining, a thunderstorm came on, causing me to vacate the vineyard. Sure, there are thunderstorms in this region, especially when it gets hot. But to have a thunderstorm piggyback on a cool and wet system was something totally new. <br />
<br />
The gangstalking games continue, though always at a muted level, and this "social distancing" thing with respect to the COVID-19 plandemic seems to instigate them needing to cruise by closer than they should be. They were all over my ass at LD when I was returning an item. That is, a financial transaction of a kind where I recieve money back from the store. More senseless stalking and fuckery over financial transactions. It was a total set up in the first place, as I had a conversion plug for converting DVI to HDMI and somehow "forgot" to look in my collection of connectors.<br />
<br />
A new vehicular stunt that has erupted 3x in the past two days is Fuckwits just plain stopping when they should be proceeding. While traversing The Bennett Bridge in Kelowna yesterday, this black late model Mercedes SUV just plain stopped one vehicle ahead of me in mid span for no reason whatsoever, not even deploying his 4 way flashers. Then in town today, this Fuckwit ahead of me brakes for a green traffic light, and then stops while still green. I sounded the horn and they proceeded normally, not even putting on the feint of seeming lost. On the way home a variant of this, this Fuckwit ahead of me pulls to the curb with no signal and is traveling close to normal speed, curb crawling for two blocks. I apply acceleration to get past this outrageous stupidity. In each case, black vehicles doing these stunts. Stopping for green traffic control lights is also new to me, though I have seen plenty of dithering in the same circumstances. Curb crawling with vehicles is infrequent, but to have a Fuckwit travel two blocks in this mode at near normal average speed is utterly berserk.<br />
<br />
Calling this one done and splitting my opus in two. AJHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010011060360051592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26452764.post-27457563181930420942020-06-02T23:09:00.002-07:002020-06-02T23:09:59.498-07:00Energetic Suckdown05-20-2020<br />
Ok; lets just call it "<a href="https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/persistent-depressive-disorder/symptoms-causes/syc-20350929" target="_blank">dysthymia</a>" (persistent depressive order) for now, which is very much related to my ADD-Inattentive condition. And which IMHO, and based on some research (but not definitive) on my methylation genetics and homozygous SNP's (<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Single-nucleotide_polymorphism" target="_blank">Single Nucleotide Polymorphism</a>, which seem to have an impaired ability to generate and preserve dopamine, a very essential hormone (not just a neurotransmitter). All that flies in the face of current clinical practice, psychiatry in particular being mired in the dark ages. (And you thought that Sigmund Freud, that over-rated cocaine addict, really accomplished anything? A delusional and fancified thinker at best, never realizing that he was exogenously increasing his dopamine level while partaking of the white fluff.)<br />
<br />
So don't go to your doctor complaining of low dopamine, even if you have a corroborating lab test. Complain of whatever ails you, and don't mention dopamine. Never mind that its average rate of production goes down 1%/year (13%/decade) after age 40. And if you started from a low level for all your life, and then attain that rate of decline, why, one ends up in a worse place. Ever wonder why those stereotypical behaviors of old age occur? You know, grumpy, irritable, impaired recall etc.; well, its the low dopamine.<br />
<br />
I reckon it will be at least another 100 years before dopamine enters the clinical practice dialog, and hopefully I will be long gone. They just don't want to know, nor do they care; just chase the symptoms and apply a medication. Ever wonder why addiction research has accomplished zilch in practice? It's a low dopamine issue, along with dopamine receptor issues. Wonder why child abuse gets a walk with respect to the law, especially at the hands of untouchable political vipers? Why, abuse at that developmental stage reduces dopamine receptors, and has <a href="https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3968319/" target="_blank">many other dopaminergic disruptions</a>, never to be recovered in later life. It is neurologically complicated to say the least, with genetic variations (of SNP's), many 100's of neural pathways/brain centers, and dopamine transport, receptors and appropriate preservation and regulation of dopamine.<br />
<br />
Based on my experiences we humans are unwitting dopamine research subjects. TI's, or at least this one, are witting subjects in dopamine research of the nonconsensual kind. As to who takes such an over-arching interest in this across all races, nations and countries, I have no idea. I simply call them the Psychopathic Confederacy, as it is quite plain to me that they don't care one whit about human suffering, even on a grand scale. And it could well be that they have been at this for a long time, and even planted us schmucks here on this Prison Planet just for this very purpose, though I suspect that the Grand Plan goes far beyond physiologic dopamine activity in all its myriad effects, though a key component for whatever reason. Or at least, that is my theory, based on personal experience as a TI for 18 years now. And it may well be that dopamine, in all its myriad functions, interactions and body locations sits at the gateway to further researching energetic/psychic interactions between persons, animals, plants (all living beings) and even object sentience. (Based on my observations as to how they love to invoke fuckery over missing items as one example). Just my speculative take on how all this fits together, but TPTB know much more about this, and in all likelihood, for a few thousand years.<br />
<br />
Anyhow, I have been feeling like hell these past few weeks, along with generalized demotivation (why these blog postings are less frequent), and also why my "to-do" lists are getting longer and things aren't getting done as soon as they should. Months will go by before an item is attended to, unless it hurts or may spawn other disasters and expenses.<br />
<br />
05-25-2020<br />
Rain again this Monday, all day effectively, just like the preceding Friday. Rare for all day rain here, and then to have it three days apart is the most that I have known since I moved here in 2012 . I had another near all day energetic suckdown again; still no conventional clinical explanation as to is possible cause.<br />
<br />
Vineyard work in the rain all day, unusual by local standards, but as I work mainly on my own, I don't get called off by anyone. And I wore my gumboots, and the rain gear held dampness at bay for the most part, save the latter hour. An ongoing noise parade on the nearby road again; hot-rod muffler noise when finishing a row and turning around to start a new one. (Very common for my directional changes to be noisestalked, as in the anisotrophy of space; differing properties in different directions). And even the infernal HD motorcycle noise no less, an apparent rider on the wet slicked roads.<br />
<br />
And the dump trucks on the adjacent road kept arriving and leaving every 5 minutes for a time. I don't know what the Psychopaths interest in running dump trucks near me is exactly; they like running large steel objects in my proximity, and also like having soil or rock from elsewhere moved in my presence, so maybe a "two-fer", who knows. In my very first year of school 1959-60, a pre-school in fact, they were building the Oak Bay breakwater in Victoria, BC, and were running rock laden dump trucks past the school for a considerable time. Perhaps this too was the Psychopathic arrangers at work, as it seems they were on me from the get-go, and making such arrangements (breakwaters, schooling, truck routing etc.) is what they do best.<br />
<br />
Petro-voltaics and whatever earth energies come from rock, gravel and soil removed from elsewhere have been a long standing component of the Psychopathic fuckery objectives from my experience. I suppose it just wasn't enough that my father was a coal geologist. Goodness knows what kind of interest that all human mining (and perhaps smelting) activities brings them, but it seems they like to test the TI's (being one) by having this earth material hauled in my proximity. I have had rock collections in the past, gathered interesting rocks on my own (which disappeared from my bedroom while away for the summer, and no explanation forthcoming by any family member), and still they hound my ass with their rock and soil hauling. Last fall, I had a job digging holes at building foundations when working with a Mexican couple, all of us working for a structures lifting contractor. So fucking when is the Psychopath's fixation on earth energetics going to be over? No idea, never mind what they want from this particular aspect of their human nonconsensual research imperative.<br />
<br />
I got it together on the weekend to head to a Kelowna audio store and purchased a bigger-ticket AC power cleaning device. I attended a product demo last year, and the quality of the AC power in the Okanagan Valley was said to be "akin to a third world power supply" according to the speaker. That is to say, the embedded line noise that comes with the AC power is similar to the third world. Some residences have been measured by the vendor at 97 volts, when they should be 110-120AC. And apparently, the single crown corporation power supplier is deemed to be a cash cow for the government, so sensible and prescient investment in power distribution is discouraged, just cover the patch-and-pray maintenance expenses only.<br />
<br />
Hard to believe that it is "essential travel only" still here in this province, given my observations of the road traffic on my way to Kelowna and back. Like, it was a regular and very busy Saturday in these here parts. Unless of course, vehicular gangstalking is deemed "essential".<br />
<br />
I put the stereo and PC and display screen through this power cleaning device, and I have to say it is a two thumbs up improvement. Better sound; firm and evident bass and better articulation of mid-ranges. This here display screen is sharper too. As to what this means to the Psychopaths, I don't really know, though I am quite sure they must be pumping something through at the same time, or else using LCD screens for some kind of input or energetic evaluation, but that is pure speculation on my part. <a href="http://cheniere.org/toc.html" target="_blank">Tom Bearden</a> has a number of theories relating to (free) energy from the vacuum (space is a better term IMHO), echoing Tesla's work, indicating that there is a huge possible electrical generation, and yet <a href="http://cheniere.org/articles/Deliberate%20Discard.htm" target="_blank">our present EM theory</a> has been hugely restricted by discarding important components of Maxwell's work. Anyhow, I have wanted to clean up my stereo's AC power for many decades, though results will vary as to where one lives and where the power comes from. I am often covered with copper colored gangstalking vehicles, so perhaps this fits into the bigger picture too.<br />
<br />
05-26-2020<br />
Another vineyard work day, sunny at times even. The adjacent vehicle noise was backed off some, but they never seem to fail to add the hot-rod muffler sound of passing vehicles when I change directions, moving from the end of a row to start at the next. Just plain fascinating for them, now 18 years running.<br />
<br />
Funny how the hot-rod muffler noise just keeps "happening" everywhere I go, or work. I was at a vineyard beside the lake shore accessed by a Naramata dead end road, and lo, instead of a parade of vehicles with loud mufflers, why, they put on recreational watercraft with similarly sounding loud mufflers. You know, those dudes who just need to make a loud noise with their boats and just plain let it rip as fast and noisy as they can. That particular flavor of infernal unmufflered ICE noise has an almost unerring knack of erupting when I change directions during vineyard work, at my vehicle (getting in or out of my vehicle or when at the tailgate), and when entering or exiting through building doors or even vineyard gates. The increased frequency of someone "happening" to be on the other side of the door as I enter or exit a building hasn't gone unnoticed from the outset of this abuse-athon in 04-2002, and still continues to this day. My employer couple seem to have an unerring knack for this, and also when I am at my vehicle retrieving work supplies.<br />
<br />
06-02-2020<br />
I purchased a pair of noise cancelling headphones three days ago to deal with effing noise onslaught from the adjacent Upper Bench Road. Same Hifi shop in Kelowna, a second visit a week apart). And they work, as long as I don't get any extra-conventional fuckery to cause them to mess up. But of course the headphones didn't work at first, so (I presume) they can calibrate me without wearing them first, and later with them on as a second attempt a few hours later "somehow caused" them to work. Imagine that; same as nearly every audio device or component that I have purchased for the last 20 years. They just "happen" to fail to work at first and then later function normally.<br />
<br />
Though too, they may have later reasons to sabotage the device again, as they brought that to my attention many times in the past. The first notable audio gear sabotage fuckery was early on in 2002, when I took my reliable Sony Discman to the gym and ran on the tread mill, and the assholes decided they didn't like me listening at a moderate volume and then proceeded to reduce the volume (in my headphones), and no amount of attempted compensation with the volume adjustment would work. That wasn't the first remote hack of an unconnected device, but it signaled their meddling with audio gear, which continues to this day. And too, one has to wonder how do they know what the volume is at it reaches my ears by remote means? I don't know, but again, it wasn't the first time that they seemed to know what I was hearing at every moment.<br />
<br />
These new headphones come with internal batteries to run the adaptive noise cancelling microphones, and have five buttons or ports on them. And they run Bluetooth, a common feature in consumer electronics, though the first time I have entered into this technical realm. And said buttons are multi-modal just to add more hidden features; hold for 5 seconds, hold a certain three buttons for 10 seconds etc. The utter depravity of user interface dysfunctional design is still with us. Not only that, some buttons are very easy to "inadvertently" press while placing on one's head, all to find out that the normal function has been messed with, begetting a vexing excursion to find out how it got messed up and to restore it. With Bluetooth and a 3.5mm jack, plus cell phone interactions (e.g. taking a call and stopping the music), multimodal functions, ear wear sensors to stop the source device (in Bluetooth only I found) and a cell phone app to optionally control or set the headphones, it is a Psychopathic exploitive delight in terms of multiple sabotage options and to piss me off in an attempt to recover normal listening. Never mind the headphone features where continued button pressing gets four levels of noise cancellation and no display of which one is selected. (A pre-recorded voice describes the button pressing action, but "somehow" it didn't work today). And besides, they can shut devices down anytime they like, as they did today with the digital audio player.<br />
<br />
Plus, they add to the headphone wearing fuckery by creating itchy sensations in the corners of my eyes which need to be immediately relieved, all to force me to remove my work gloves, remove my headphones to then remove my eyeglasses to then attend to the itch. They just love this kind of disruptive fuckery, and all the more so when headphones are playing. Other headphone fuckery is to slowly move them on my head to a point they are about to fall off. After all, they are magnetic devices, and the Psychopaths use magnetic methods for most everything. The last measured magnetic flux around me was about 1800milligaus about 2010, when 0.5 is normal background level. I have been looking for a magnetic flux meter app for my phone but don't seem to have much traction in finding one to install. Assuming it isn't compromised of course, another common tactic of theirs.<br />
<br />
Headphone use is a particularly fraught battleground of extra-conventional fuckery, so we shall see how long this one (noise cancelling) lasts before something goes wrong. The road noise onslaught from the adjacent Upper Bench Road and especially the most loathed noise in the universe, the HD motorcycle noise, have for now, been noise cancelled in these new headphones. But that doesn't stop the noise harassment fuckery though; the number of sudden punctuated noises has increased, the ones that get through the noise cancelling headphones from afar. These, so far, are car horns, a new noise to the noisescape of this particular locale. Well done assholes, and totally predictable.<br />
<br />
Eye, ear or head itches have increased considerably these last 6 weeks, perhaps 20x/day now, when I had less than 6x/day (assuming I noticed). So I suppose this serves the headphone use interruption fuckery, though it has been a long standing method of inducing work or effort delay, and also, very likely some kind of remote energetic interaction determination.<br />
<br />
06-02-2020<br />
The above mentioned near leveling dysthymic fugue has diminished some in the last two days. I changed up a recent (three weeks ago) Rx (as in dropped it altogether), changed up my long running breakfast diet and I have finally pulled out of this near crippling pox. As to what exactly the problem cause is uncertain, but I better. BTW, long past experience is that the Psychopaths can remotely invoke depressive conditions to severe levels. I wonder if this is another method of remotely forcing someone to make lifestyle changes, all the way to no life at all. Just wondering. Anyhow, I am going to take some more iron IV infusions next week and maybe this will help. Curious that these didn't help my iron levels in 12-2019. We shall see. And too, it might be related to all things magnetic and the rest of the Psychopathic fuckery that goes with that.<br />
<br />
Enough patter for a posting, and perhaps next posting I will get political on Covid19, the present riots (on racism- a fucking joke), and the decent into lawless governance as it seems. More succinctly expressed as "loot on", we got the police hog-tied. Why even their own police station was allowed to be trashed FFS.AJHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010011060360051592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26452764.post-40549652444923285662020-05-11T21:12:00.002-07:002020-05-11T21:12:17.620-07:00Another Order Obstruction05-01-2020<br />
That would be ordering an item, this one online, though in-person orders have been known to be disrupted, delayed, fucked up somehow, or just plain blocked. Nearly always, I persist and I finally obtain what I ordered, though often going through many rounds before the items are delivered as advertised or expected. So yes, returning orders, or even accepting them and modifying the item to get it to what I expected, or even accepting it at a state of unexpectedness is all part of the 18 year long imposed fuckery that suddenly came down 04-2002. Sure, I had my more-than-my-fair-share of these kinds of issues before, but when the Psychopaths came down with an sudden and insane level of intrusion and force in 04-2002, why, these kinds of "problems" became all the more frequent by an order of magnitude.<br />
<br />
I don't believe that any ordered item is obstructed because it is something the Psychopathic Confederacy believes I should not have, it is just that they seem to delight in (read, research) parsing the minutiae of specification (or shopping in a more casual situation), ordering, waiting, determining fitness of purpose of the item (and all manner of other usability parameters) upon receipt and the rest of the actions, cognitive components etc. And "of course" (for them, that is), the financial transaction component has been a long running high gangstalk and fuckery moment no matter where, how or for what purpose.<br />
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So this time, the assholes pulled a new one. The Dell PC was duly selected and specified from a number of configurations, along with the forced dithering and protraction (e.g. more research), another of their trademark fuckery games, and finally after three weeks I got to it, and ordered it online. Everything seemed to go well, and the final price with taxes etc. was presented, I paid with my charge card and all seemed done. About five days later, I see the same one in my Dell online shopping cart, though with the various differing web implementations it was difficult to know if it was updated and synchronized with other open browser tabs. I checked my charge card account, and no record of it's purchase. I phoned Dell today, and no record of it, like "what is the Order Number?", to which I replied, I didn't get one, as there was no email confirmation". Someone at the other end gets more particulars from me, but still no record of it. I get another phone number to call, but it would seem that the order got nixed by some mysterious means without any notification. Straight out the Psychopathic Play Book IMHO, though I could be wrong on this one until I make that next call, though I am not optimistic given the long running game of utterly senseless fuckery over this particular activity. So the question remains, why is ordering anything of such intense and focused abuse and obstruction for so long, and why all these variants of messing up each stage of the process?<i> </i>I don't know or care, just leave me the fuck alone for all time, the little I have left. (Spoken as a new pensioner as of last year).<br />
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A near-matched pair of intense leg cramps in the night last night, the first in months. They nailed me at about 0100h, and for two more later rounds. No prior warning either, such as evening time cramps while at this desk as I type. This being in my thighs, one a little more forward than the other, all to cause me to have a peculiar and uneven gait to walk it off. All the while I was screaming in pain, or else screaming at the assholes that put it on. I just cannot imagine how anyone could be so fucking sick to torture someone for 18 years and not show their face. If I had been incarcerated in Guantanamo Bay, I would of been out in seven year, seen the sons of bitches and been set up in South Pacific island. Those guys had it good as far as torture victims go. Plus, some of them got a big pot of money as compensation. Nothing but penury so far, though I don't get it as bad as some.<br />
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A week of vineyard work, this one at my 2012-15 employer to help out for three weeks while the main employer doesn't need me. This same employer alternation "happened" in 2018 at this same juncture, though then I got mugged as the foreman gave me two days notice and said he didn't need me for three weeks. Thanks, and if I can get another gig elsewhere, I will. As it "happened" it was an past/present employer alternation exercise. This year, the apparent reason for alternating was that the vile and threatening dog at the second vineyard, along with the vineyard's owner's lassitude (if not employer malfeasance) meant that I wasn't going back there ever again. (My boss said give him one more chance, and I said it was his last chance, this being the fourth "fuck-you" (wilful release of a highly threatening dog) event. Aka, the Welcome Back to K... Vineyard, 2020 event).<br />
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While I don't get the incessant road traffic noise at this vineyard, why, they thought of one thing, the noise I most loathe, the sound of HD motorcycle noise. You know, there just "happens" to be about 6-8 occurrences per day, not so sustained or ear-ripping loud, but present al the same. I reckon if I went to Antarctica, the assholes would find a way to plant this infernal noise in my proximity.<br />
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I would surmise that while the gangstalking has been more distant because of the "social distancing" COVID-19 measures, the applied harassment has been increased. You know, dropping things from my fingers (a sudden and unbidden release) is now more often than the baseline "usual" level of this outrageous fuckery that came on 04-2002 and never let up. Keystroke fuckery has also increased, and you can be sure that all this is composed with at least twice the swearing at the assholes than pre-Covid-19. The forced "forgets" have gone up considerably, even for vineyard tasks that I have known for 8 years. Thanks assholes. Yes, I know, competance is not allowed during this relentless 18 year long Abuse-athon, but FFS, why has it increased? Creating a yet more annoyed victim?<br />
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Speaking of Covid-19, the formerly esteemed epdimologits, <a href="https://www.zerohedge.com/health/scientist-whose-doomsday-models-prompted-worldwide-lockdown-broke-quarantine-bang-married" target="_blank">Prof. Neil Ferguson of Imperial College</a>, THE man who is the main spark-plug of the current worldwide economic ruination because of Covid-19 lock-downs etc, has thoroughly disgraced himself in a most carnal manner. <a href="https://dailystormer.su/beta-male-dr-doom-neil-ferguson-resigns-after-getting-caught-breaking-quarantine-to-have-sex-with-fat-old-married-woman/" target="_blank">He broke quarantine in the UK</a> so he could get it on with a climate change hussy, an "open marriage" minded one. (The comments are scathing). One cannot make this shit up; two fraudsters, each of their own separate causes, each with worldwide ramifications, arrange a tryst in the middle of one of their ruinous escapades/cascades. And in doing so, violate the law that was enacted because of his doomer death projections that Fauci and Birks took seriously.<br />
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Which they needn't of, because Prof. Neil Ferguson got it wildly wrong on foot and mouth disease, HIV and AIDS, Swine Flu, Bird Flu and SARS before that. But, this guy has connections to the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, to the tune of $184million worth of donations. Well done old chap, I hope your wreckage recovery career serves you
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ephemeral bone regularly exercised. Though in fact, this whole thing smells bad big time; a wildly inaccurate epidemilogist keeps company with Bill and Melinda long enough for Fauci and Birks to pile in, "advise" the US President, and then economic hell results. No one was looking, and didn't want to look. Funny how Trump didn't fire their asses months ago.<br />
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And of interest to this IT-interested author, the <a href="https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/computer-model-locked-down-world-turns-out-be-shtcode" target="_blank">computer code of Prof. Neil Ferguson's epidemiological model</a> is now released, and is receiving scathing reviews. Perhaps I am being nostalgic, but in former times, someone like that would of been professionally vilified, socially ostracized for all time, and be sent to live out his days in a remote cottage somewhere, reading only books. I don't suppose computer modelling chicanery gets one a jail sentence, but who knows these days, with the Woke-y fuzzifying the application of the law, if not, government encouragement of lawlessness.<br />
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05-11-2020<br />
A wiped-out day all day yesterday, even while working outside in the vineyard. I suspect another long take-down, like they pulled over 1999-2002, and then trounced me with their fuckery, which still continues to this day. Though then, the abuse and harassment was at an intense level and it suddenly lessened once illegally incarcerated.<br />
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And what is it about this particular look back stare that interests the Psychopaths. I was heading out of SOF supermarket, passing by the manned checkouts (which I don't normally use, but the self checkouts were choked up), and this woman in her thirties was standing with her back to me some 15' away, attending to the processing of her groceries, and for no seeming reason she turns her head around to look over her shoulder at me, giving me a sly smile. I gave her a cursory glance, and didn't look any more as I was in a very dulled-down state (per above paragraph), and kept walking out. How did she know exactly when to look at me and stare? These kind of well timed stares (or alternatively, Fuckwits stepping in my path), just freak me out. All I can conclude is that my entire proximate realm (people and objects), and me, are timed to the microsecond in an orchestrated ensemble of incredible proportions, a pseudo reality of a kind. Any other analysis or perceptions of this vignette or others like it from other TI's would be welcome.<br />
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Enough verbiage for a posting I reckon, and so to launch this one into the Interweb.AJHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010011060360051592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26452764.post-48240453421993552362020-04-28T12:06:00.001-07:002020-04-28T12:06:02.697-07:00Deep Blue Funk Monday04-21-2020<br />
I don't know exactly what they did, but they pulled me into a nasty dullified day yesterday. All meds were the same, and no seeming reason. They pulled a nearly no sleep stunt the night before, but those never have any deleterious effect strangely. I say "strangely" because it was normal to feel tired and weary if one has little sleep, but since all this came down 04-2002, and their sleep interference fuckery agenda/methods became so frequent, they never let me tire on days on no little sleep. This could go on for three days, and I wouldn't tire until it suddenly came on where it suited them, usually my parked vehicle. Today, the passing traffic road noise at the vineyard job was increased and was highly annoying. My motor skill fuckery was increased, messing up how I use my fingers, always a sure rage-ification harassment. After lunch they gave me a little lift, though it wore off by 1600h and I was still dulled down well into the evening.<br />
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04-22-2020<br />
The gangstalking fuckery has got a little more silly, very possibly because of the new "social distancing" required. They planted a multi-Unfavored outside LD; male over 30, white hair, oversized fugly shorts, large gut, red sweater and a pointless spread legged stance. (That is six Unfavored features wrapped up in this one stalker,- well done). I almost always get Fuckwit stalkers at building and store entrances, and upon entry he was standing in the doorway in this peculiar stance talking to another male. Yes, the planted Fuckwits, as in plural, with their time worn excuse (public "chance conversations") to hang there and look stupid and obvious. Except that these cats chose to "forget" it is Covid-19 "social distancing" (2m) days and stand and chat at a normal 0.4m (18") at the store entry. Fucking rude to begin with by diverting public egress, and all the more galling that us plebians are supposed to comply while these Fuckwits get a bye. (I reckon I was 1.2m close to them as I passed by). I spent some 10 to 15 minutes in the store as I got held up with getting my Rx, as well as circumventing the brown stalkers when I was getting near the chocolate section. (Chocolate, aka Vitamin C, is a major food group for me). So when I exit the store, why, this spread-stanced male Fuckwit is still there, in precisely the same egress blocking location, but his chatting pal was absent. And he was looking at his feet momentarily as I glanced, as if he was checking that he was still in the exact same spot, facing the same direction. FFS, who, especially in these Covid-19 Social Distancing Dogma Days, stands at a store entrance so everyone has to pass by them closer than the prescribed 2m (either side), in this absurd and uncomfortable spread legged stance, in exactly in the same location for over 10 minutes? Only a Psychopathic Fuckwit Gangstalker IMHO.<br />
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And the gangstalking Fuckwits seem to be more on my ass at every turn now since their Covid-19 operation started. (I cannot imagine that they would not of had something to do with its release and timing as well as "crisis" response). While they may not be getting enough close-to-me stalking opportunities as in the past, they have made up for it by upping the obvious coverage. The last visit to LD three days ago was like a full-on freak show, and they didn't let up. This last visit was akin to this one; pick up the Rx, buy chocolate, and get the fuck out.<br />
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Even this last visit begat this disgusting stalker oaf of at least 300lb (obesity is highly Unfavored) in a black outfit wandering around and making that he didn't know where to go. And ensuring I had two unforgettable sightings of this horrendous creature.<br />
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04-28-2020<br />
Another Monday passes, (yesterday) and yet again I "found" myself in a deep blue funk in the latter part of the day. I was working on vines at a former employer as he needs me and the normal full time employer doesn't. All legit in the latter case, as the vines are tied down, the irrigation repairs are done, and bud break is just on, so any further vine work will be in two to three weeks. (More below). Normally, if there is such a thing in such abnormal circumstances, I don't get these deep blue funks, so perhaps they are gunning me with some irradiative methods to accomplish this. Such blue funks have occured in the long past, even before the fateful life-invasion of 04-2002 when this abuse-athon began. Yesterday at about 1400h this came on, which was timed to when my ADD Rx meds roll off. And it didn't help that I had zero sleep the night before, another Psychopath delivered specialty, per above.<br />
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Again, "normally" I don't suffer any from their imposed sleep deprivations, which would go for three days in the year following 04-2002, and felt just fine without the sleep. Since then, their sleep deprivations have been limited to one-nighters, and almost without fail I have never suffered from subsequent tiredness or any other ill effect, including mood issues. But it seems they aren't going to let me get away with such benefits any more, as they now use their imposed sleep deprivation as an excuse to feel terrible the next day, or latter part, in this case. Or perhaps this is their way to tell me that I need to start a new round of medication for whatever purposes that serves for them. We shall see.<br />
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For the record, I rarely had any sleep issues before these assholes invaded and have imposed their ruination and abusive methods upon me. Which is why if there are any sleep disruptions, I automatically assign it to their fuckery.<br />
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Another calling card of starting a new gig or at a new location, is that it gets disrupted in such a way that my co-workers are busy working while I am elsewhere. This is so consistent with the Psychopath's working habits of removing me from an activity or commitment early on, e.g. doctor's appointments etc. One can count of this "happening" withing the first week or two. This time it is the second day of this gig, and the circumstances are also somewhat contrived. I had a new windshield install appointment for last week, and the day before I get a call to postpone the installation as the replacement windshield was found to be broken at the warehouse. So, the appointment was rescheduled for the next week, two days into the new gig. Funny how that "happens".<br />
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The regular employer had a notion I was going to return to Vineyard "K" where the highly aggressive dog resides, and to complement the problem, the owner does nothing or worse, e.g. letting it out to find me. The employer said, "give the owner another chance", and I said that incident of March 8 was his last chance (his fourth), and I am not going back there. I subsequently engaged in a lot of back a forthing with another employer, and the phone company didn't help in delaying communication with their new hidden method of turning longer texts into a "multimedia message", (even if just text) which translated (twice) means it gets converted to "data", which translated, means that it is sent via a different channel (I assume). I just don't get this cell phone system management and why they must semantically screw everything up; voice, text, pictures etc. are all data FFS. And yet they draw these firm distinctions between voice, texts etc. and then if too long or big, unilaterally cut them off and arbitrarily call them "data". And to make matters worse, present it as if the text message was sent when it wasn't, all because "Mobile Data" was turned off. And of course I turn it off as no end of unsolicited data is going back and forth, even to the point of some kind of charges for something in the night when I am sleeping (truly). (Cell phones are constantly powered unlike a desktop computer). Never mind them selling cell phones and getting memory and storage terminology blended together. It just drives me silly, and it is worse than dumbing it down, it is purposely confusing, aka FUD-ifying<br />
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Back the employer above; after the March 8 dog/vineyard owner incident, I asked him to call the dog owner/vineyard owner and ask why the dog was let out uncontrolled. The owner didn't call back for three days, and finally offered my employer a vague excuse I am told. I wanted to know where this owner is coming from, where his head is at, and why he engaged in a outrageously provocative act given the prior history of last year. And I get nothing, so it wasn't resolved. I was working in the pruning and tie-downs then, and finished the job last week, which then begs the question as to what I do next. My employer didn't have a plan, except to send me to Vineyard K, saying to give the owner another chance, per above. How fucking lame-assed is that, never mind letting this issue fester for another 5 weeks until I addressed it (because only Vineyard K work remained). I was looking for another full time vineyard gig all the while, but nothing came up save my former employer, a mixed situation. So I suppose it is another summer of flitting between employers and vineyards, something the perps also love; do the same thing elsewhere. On top of their long standing game of fuckery of having things go wrong, so the same thing gets done again (if possible, for a non-destructive task).<br />
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I suppose I have read too many forward thinking business books and magazines in the past, e.g. Fast Company. In an employment or relationship situation, one work's the issue through to resolve it, so it doesn't continue or fester. But no, in the case of my regular employer he doesn't say shit about what transpired on the phone call until I ask, and he didn't ask why the dog/vineyard owner let the fucking dog out again when there was plenty of prior arrangement. This long running squalid subterfuge behavior again. My brother called me about that time, and I told him the story, and he said launch a workplace harassment claim. I hadn't thought of that and I might just do it.<br />
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And I should know that issue resolution protraction/diversion games from the ex; I cannot think of any significant issue that got satisfactorily resolved between us. Always a "just enough" solution to paste over, or feel good, but nothing of permanent substance. So could issue resolution obstruction be yet another Psychopath objective, such that the same issue goes around, and around? Probably, given their long term habit of fuckery to cause re-work, as well as accomplishment obstruction and protracting annoyance and angst, I would have to say yes, unequivocally.<br />
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Anyhow, enough ranting on the particulars of the last three weeks and the escalated idiocy and its continuance.<br />
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Onto Covid-19 and the apparent causal SARS variant virus. Have we been had? Seems so, especially doctors from many countries are saying the same thing; every sparrow that falls is getting assigned to Covid-19. That takes planning, to have this same over-arching mindset installed over many hospitals in many countries. Three videos...<br />
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-now removed by YouTube, as in WeDecideVideo; a St. Louis ER medical doctor was speaking to his phone camera for about 11 minutes, now removed due to "violating community guidelines". No, it was nothing about community or guidelines or any violation, it was about the content not fitting with the official supplied narrative of TPTB. <a href="https://www.bitchute.com/video/VjAmjAHQbuoo/" target="_blank">Here it is on Bitchute, 11 min.</a><br />
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-another <a href="https://www.bitchute.com/video/XJqAxHxMSmgt/" target="_blank">doctor calling out the Covid-19 hoax</a>, a respiratory specialist, not the one I intended for the same reasons above, 12 min.<br />
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-<a href="https://www.zerohedge.com/health/2-whisteblowing-cali-er-doctors-urge-open-society-now-because-lockdowns-are-weakening-our" target="_blank">two doctors speaking on Covid-19</a>, embedded at Zero Hedge due to ANOTHER YouTube censorship stunt, <br />
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And then, just yesterday, a confirmation of the above from <a href="https://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2020/04/hoax-fox-news-john-roberts-caught-hot-mic-discussing-covid-19-mortality-rate-technician-like-flu-video/" target="_blank">Fox News personnel bantering about Covid-19 being a hoax </a>while a live microphone was on. Another video, with annotation and comment, though later attributed as a "joke", the audio suggests otherwise. Down the Memory Hole for this one should TPTB prevail.<br />
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It just shows (to me at least) just how prevalent and complete such economic and political control is by TPTB.<br />
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Not the most gratifying way to call this blog posting done, but hey, at least it I got it done as it seems any kind of activity is getting sandbagged these days.AJHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010011060360051592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26452764.post-8227757561604798592020-04-16T10:58:00.000-07:002020-04-17T00:32:16.535-07:00Eighteen Years of Solitary Harassment04-07-2020<br />
Not quite; 04-15-2020 marks the 18th Anniversary of Imposed Hell on Earth as a Targeted Individual. That was when my Seattle apartment was invaded by unknown personnel with very unconventional weapons and technologies. For the week prior, people at work were staring at me for some unknown and undeserved reason. The thought-to-be girlfriend was also upping the angst considerably the evening before, saying "that wasn't supposed to happen..." in reference to me stating that the front end of my vehicle (which was deemed safe by mechanics a few days earlier but was still making uncharacteristic noise) seemed repaired. As in who fixed it? There were two more "that wasn't supposed to happen...." events that evening as well as her peculiar pissy and distant attitude. Add a few more planned tip-offs, my apartment being searched in my absence and the stage was set for the invasion.<br />
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I hadn't heard of gangstalking before all this came down, nor any of the other forms of harassment, torture and abuse. By the next day, I was duly educated in the worst way possible. Never mind the telekinetic fuckery, such as the venetian blind louvers turning on their own, objects disappearing from my locker, apartment, or re-appearing behind my back. Then the plasma light flashes, blackish wispy trails of masers, and then that evening, the punishing head pains that could be momentarily blocked by my arms, out-walked, and later, out-run for a time. Exactly how they delivered these I don't know for sure, but talk about debilitating and totally controlling, and they could find me anywhere. The only consistent preventive measure was if I was near metal objects such a my vehicle, walking by a steel structure, stepping on a manhole cover etc. This is detailed in the <a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20050327134206/http://www.mindcontrolforums.com/v/ajh.htm" target="_blank">27pp write up, here</a>.<br />
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Getting back to today, it is like a Monday (usually the worst harassment day of the week) on a Tuesday. This was likely because I resumed my regular gig at the vineyard today, having done a day's worth of wine bottling at another winery where my fickle-friend works. The Psychopaths took endless effort to sabotage my finger control, having me place my pruners in the wrong location etc. I was pruning the younger plantation, planted in 2017. After 8 years of this toil, for about 8 months of each year, one would think that I would be reasonably competent about using a tool that I use all day. But in the Psychopathic order of things, competence isn't permitted. All the better to piss me off, their first and best play. So..., 18 years of annoying the victim, oftentimes intensely, being kept at the end of one's tether, aka, abuse-athon.<br />
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And so it goes, they mess me around per above, relentlessly annoy the hell out of me, and lo, they are at the ready with added road noise (read on) that every instant. <br />
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04-13-2020<br />
One would never think there is a travel restriction in this here province per COVID-19 restrictions, though as "guidance" and not enforced (yet). The vineyard work is dull and boring for sure, but the noisescape from the nearby Middle Bench Road is full measure. As in, "what travel restriction?". And the usual noisy culprits of excessive accelerating loud mufflered sports cars, the loud modified pickup trucks, and last but not least, the ever-so-loathsome HD motorcycle noise. Any of the above aren't in passing by mode; full throttle (maximum noise) and then deceleration, and cycling between them for reasons that suggest optimum (for whom, not me) noise variation. Fucking tiresome to say the least.<br />
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Then add in the squealing and wailing children noise from two nearby residences, sometimes screaming, and oftentimes seeming gratuitously, though when I do look, I don't see a genuine issue.<br />
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All of the above noise is alternated, and also run at various timing during the day; sometimes early, late or middle of the day etc. I sense I need to change this vineyard gig just for that awful noisescape alone. Also, noise timings are particularly arranged for when I am at the end of row of vines, finishing my tying down (currently), and then resuming the same work in the next row heading the opposite direction. As it so consistently "happens", there is something the Psychopaths just love about me changing directions. This being a 180 degree turn, but any angle will do; L or R turns of 90 degrees while driving are very often covered with extra vehicular traffic. All covered under the anisotropy of space label, that is, different physical properties in different cardinal directions. An example would be a bolt of wood, a tree trunk section, with the intention of splitting it with an axe. It is relatively easy from the end grain direction, but not any other.<br />
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Another top moment for scripting noise is when I make a pruning cut on the vine cane, say, cutting it shorter before tying it down. And haven't we been here before, now labelled as "object disassembly", or just plain cutting objects up. No wonder the adjacent road traffic was going into high noise coverage last year when I spent about three days cutting 6'-8' lengths of 4" steel pipe up into 12" pieces. Fascinating stuff for some grinding and insane Psychopathic entity that doesn't mind running a relentless 18 year long abuse-athon on their subjects.<br />
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I am off for a medical procedure where they sedate me, having prepared by starving myself for the last day, with added potions to clean me out. A perfect occasion for a take-out, but I am getting ahead of myself. Perhaps I am spooked by the fact that I filed a considerable number of papers last night and ordered them to be readily accessible.<br />
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I was getting ahead of myself and am back to live action; I got to visit the hospital extension I helped work on in 2018 for four months, and they even delayed the procedure for an hour to have me lie ready and prepped before running a probe up my ass. All is good, save the absence of what they can do for the radiotherapy damage in late 2018. That means continued elevation of toilet paper usage just when they arranged a world-wide toilet paper shortage. Which begs the question; why is there any extra demand for toilet paper with the COVID-19 virus when this flu has no symptoms that demand it? Another media created shortage to be sure. The authorities in most countries seem ever so eager to register a death as COVID-19 caused, as mandated by health authority managers. When those kinds of top-down imperatives are so consistent among so many countries, states, provinces and health companies, it begins to smell like a fix from the get-go.<br />
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And too, in my kept life as a TI, the Psychopaths have been consistent from early on about their intense interest in toilet paper. This was first evidenced by the fact that suddenly after 04-2002 (per above), about 80% of the time when using it, it would not tear on the perforations (and rip across the sheet instead), the perforations somehow became misaligned between the plys, and numerous other fuckery games to make the process more fraught and vexatious. And too, especially in the last 5 years, blackish masers float off the roll of toilet paper as I am about to use it, while using it, and immediately following. Goodness knows where else the masers go.<br />
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One cannot make this up; a billion dollar+/year budgeted covert organization with ready access to unconventional technologies (teleportation and telekinetic games for a start), that has its victims totally controlled and activities timed to the microsecond, needs to harass them all the more when using asswipe at every instance for 18 years and counting. And to top it off, they now create a western-world asswipe shortage so no end of other alternatives are applied instead. And as of today, until I got to feed myself after the colonoscopy (about 1600h), I had to clean myself out in preparation for this medical procedure. As always, one can assume they may have gained some small measure of whatever objective they are looking for with respect to bowel elimination by way of confluence of all these events, and in all likelihood will still be playing maser games, asswipe games and the rest of it for years to come. And just what is it that fascinates them so much about bowel elimination; those thousands of cattle mutilations in the US mid-west from the 1980's onward, were often characterized by the animal's anus cut out of them by some unconventional means. One needs a to write a new salutary anthem for the Psychopaths; Onward Psychopathic Assholes to the music of Onward Christian Soldiers. Something like that, though I am sure some creative minded TI's could cook up something quite funny and pointed that no one else would quite understand. Kind of like so much music of the past six decades, say, His Vagueness of Hibbing MN.<br />
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My last trip to the laundromat (still open here) begat me a most interesting exchange with this ditzy woman of about 70 y.o. in this red faux straw cowboy hat who launched into telling me how she got into using the internet about 10 years ago by way of her husband's coaching, though he is now deceased. And she is heavily into researching deep state activities and has a number of contacts who provide her with some analytical perspectives, and when they corroborate, she delves into more research on that particular angle. She told me that she figured out that the last US election was directed in part by the Russians, as she told them that the voting machines are directly hackable from satellite transmissions, and that the Russians blocked the Democrat's access to the satellites to prevent them from hacking them. Well!, no wonder Hillary Clinton goes on about the "Russian interference" in the last election; they prevented <b>her </b>and the Democrat party from hacking into the voting machines! This woman's story seemed a little farfetched, but then she got onto some other fascinating topics of which I had some knowledge, and her status as a deep state disruptor was elevated somewhat.<br />
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She claimed that the Canadian election of 2018 was similarly rigged, and that the Conservative Party actually won, but the Deep State had that wretched woke Liberal poof, Son of the Pedophile and Stoner, win again. That spineless, squishy dweebe, the Chief Snowboard Instructor, Canada's equivalent to Pres. George W Bush, similarly attaining the role of the highest office by virtue of being a scion of a former president despite being obviously not up to the task. Unless of course, ready manipulation by (or acquiescence or capitulation to) others is the real job requirement.<br />
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This woman also claimed to know of George Soros' support of Muslims worldwide, including building Canada's largest mosque in Ft McMurray, a former boom town for tar sands resource extraction. And that Soros arranged that horrific <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2016_Fort_McMurray_wildfire" target="_blank">forest fire of 2016</a> that burned the place down, making land very cheap on the backs of those who got burned out and/or laid off, with the coincident plummeting of the price of oil, enabling the said religious group to acquire the land on the cheap. I had heard part of this story from someone else a few months earlier, so this woman's cred notched up. (And in reading the above Wikipedia link, it is indeed VERY curious that a 33C air mass was present May 01 when the fire started. Like WTF; I have been at that latitude in Northern BC at that time of year, and it is cold (below 10C) with snow on the ground).<br />
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She also told me about an underground base not far from here near West Kelowna, and when she was driving there, she was about to follow a blacked out government vehicle (an obvious fish out of water here), but somehow "got a notion" (interesting, that) to relent as she would "get in trouble". This purported underground base just might be that one that is "five hours drive from Vancouver, BC" as mentioned in Donald Marshall's epic experiences detailed in <a href="https://donaldmarshallrevolution.com/#top" target="_blank">Donald Marshal Revolution</a>, though again, I caution readers as to the veracity of the full story. <br />
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That also upped this woman's cred somewhat too, as I was once (2014 or 15) on the airport bus from Kelowna Airport and there was a military officer on board, one of three passengers. He was dropped off at a hotel in West Kelowna, and it struck me as most peculiar. There are no obvious military bases around here, and if he was transferring flights overnight, surely he would of chosen a hotel close to the airport, or in Kelowna. But to travel further south and across a often road traffic congested bridge to West Kelowna was strange, save for the fact that the Psychopaths like to gangstalk me with military personnel, an Unfavored subpopulation that was in much greater supply in the town I last lived in, Victoria, BC. So maybe he had a "local assignment".<br />
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Said ditzy woman did lose cred with me as a planted gangstalker as she hung around my washing machine at the laundromat, and liked to lean in much closer than the current mandated 2m "social distancing", and keeping me next to the active washing machine. And do I need to mention it again, how much the Psychopaths like to stalk my ass when doing laundry, and have others from so many different Unfavored sub-populations criss-cross my path so often when in such places? No; regular readers and most TI's will know the Psychopaths are also obsessed with laundry and all the spinning it gets, the detergent and who knows what other properties it has, and how the clothes may change once clean and dry.<br />
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All of the conversation with this ditzy woman is deemed to be speculative, and whether she was a witting or unwitting shill/stalker I have no idea. It is rare that I get Deep State gossip from anyone, so take it with a healthy degree or circumspection.<br />
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Enough rumor mongering along with this 18th Anniversary Edition of TI Hell, but it is just what goes down.<br />
<br />AJHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010011060360051592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26452764.post-24895760050735294292020-03-29T23:30:00.002-07:002020-03-29T23:30:29.037-07:00COVID19 and all That03-29-2020<br />
About time an update on targeted harassment and abuse in the times of COVID19 was put out there on the "inter-web" That is to say, the 2019 outbreak of the Corona virus that has the human world in its grip with lockdowns of countries, or otherwise severe restrictions on ordinary freedoms in those societies that normally allow such. Or, ever more restrictions than the ones typical of dictatorships, even the one that seemed to have spawned the Wuhu Flu. And said sponsors of the COVID19 virus, inadvertent or otherwise, even have the World Health Organization (WHO) shilling for them, having put the head honcho in the chair. Said honcho, Dr. Tedros, Director General as of 02-17-2020 was even telling us that closing borders wasn't necessary due to the constrictions of trade.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Tedros said there was no need for measures that “unnecessarily interfere with international travel and trade,” and he specifically said that stopping flights and restricting Chinese travel abroad was “counter-productive” to fighting the global spread of the virus. </span></blockquote>
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Like WTF; the Director General of WHO, supposedly with a health-only mandate, is stepping into the trade arena to find excuses to do the bidding of his masters? If there ever was a <a href="https://www.zerohedge.com/geopolitical/more-disgrace-whos-industrially-necessary-doctor-tedros-should-go" target="_blank">shill for the CCP</a> and the "General Ditherer" in all of this, it would be he. Aka, Chief Health Sabotage Officer. Lesson learned; don't dump him and his lulu notion of health care in light of his position, chuck all of the WHO into the gutter of has-beens and the rest of the similarly polluted international organizations; its just too much human politicking to be humanly safe.<br />
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On this front (Province of British Columbia), there are shutdowns of all essential businesses, including restaurants, though the<a href="https://www.castanet.net/news/BC/295276/BC-releases-list-of-essential-services-during-COVID-pandemic" target="_blank"> "essential" list</a> is extensive. Though I am covered; agricultural workers are deemed essential, along with the hordes of Mexicans and other nationals that have visas to work in agriculture. (And the non-visa ones who arrive for "holidays" during picking season) I resent foreign nationals regularly taking local jobs as one can discern; not only do they get subsidized housing, but nearly all the money they earn goes out of the economy. Call it "beggar thy neighbor economics", though in the US it is at least an order of magnitude worse, and even Trump hasn't put a lid on it as promised. And he could by making E-Verify, verifying employment status online, mandatory. How wimpy to make it optional. Looks like a fix from here, even if it would do more than a physical border wall.<br />
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And too, in IT where I formerly worked it is the same but worse. These individuals displace high wage US workers, but they also send the analysis electronically back to India (most often), where another five or so individuals turn it into code that should be doing the right thing for the customer. A 5x job hit for every H1-B is a stretch, but 3x might be a better average. I cannot imagine the huge cultural disparities of understanding that must erupt in these circumstances, but hey, we got a load of Indians in suits (project managers) to cover that off, and if not, the executives of these offshore IT labor operations, some with direct access to high levels of government. So far, now 3.5 years into his mandate, Trump hasn't called these outfits on their H1-B scammery and has yet to limit these visas down to zero, where they should be. If you want MAGA, that would be a start. Cut the guff, fluff and pomp, even if there is a pandemic.<br />
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For me in the TI realm, the BC government mandated 2m (6') "socially distancing" in public due to the COVID19 crisis makes for an interesting change up on the gangstalking scene. I now have a legitimate reason to avoid the gangstalking Fuckwits if they get any closer. I can, with legitimate and sanctioned cause, move away from them if they get closer. A rare ace up my sleeve in this near 18 years of Fucking Hell bestowed upon me, this abuse-athon that never ends, with all supposed law enforcement and clinical (and on and on) agencies fully participating. So I get a little Fuck-You distancing out of the deal. Any closer than 2m, and the person is a shill or a fuckwit, or operative.<br />
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But of course, that doesn't end stalking by any means. At the grocery store checkout two days ago, with the two-meter marks on the floor to clearly delineate the "social distancing" requirements, why, this Fuckwit woman with a shopping cart arrives between me and the next person waiting in line, two meters away. I look this Fuckwit up and down to see if they are mentally capable/stable, and of course she is looking away like nothing is up, standard gangstalking procedure. And the shopping cart was another tip off as they love to hound me with these things in all their metal wire and whatever else they derive from this particular prop. Even the cashier waved her hands in despair. And as check-outs and all locations and events of financial transactions are one of the most prevalent gangstalking scenes, this made it all the more obvious.<br />
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A second gangstalking stunt was a few days earlier at the pharmacy, when I was the calm collected customer and didn't mind that they didn't have the Rx ready on time and came back the next day. (Too, there were two creepy Chinese women stalking me outside, and then appeared to be lead-ahead stalkers, so I split). I finished up at the counter (financial transaction, note) and turned to leave, and was immediately stalked by this Fuckwit about 2m behind me. As I walk fast, it was immediately apparent that this asshole was on me, especially as he suddenly came on me when there was no prior sighting, presumably he was waiting for his cue. I went about 10' and immediately turned into an aisle at full tilt and he did too. No normal shopping person does this. I turned again in another 8' as there was a short bridging aisle between the longer ones, and suddenly this Fuckwit reverses direction, again at full tilt. Again, no one shops like this. So... the first rule of gangstalking violated twice inside of 20 seconds; make it look like you are not stalking the victim but just "happening" to be going the same way. You are busted asshole, even if the COVID19 virus has forced a change in public distancing. Presumably he got the hook to get out of there as I was pissed that the stalking was so obvious.<br />
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Though the ambulatory gangstalking pattern has changed some; they have the Fuckwits posted at the very location I wish to shop, doing their bend-overs, a stock stalking posture, often without purchasing anything. loitering there for 5 minutes or more sometimes. More of these than usual, given they have preferred the "tail me" methods previously.<br />
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The newly hired "security" at the SOF supermarket is 2 for 2 (so far) has the unerring habit of "happening" to be outside (WTF) facing the E parking lot when I arrive and am about 40' from entering the doors, and then proceeds to turn around and do a "lead ahead" stalking through the 100' of mall aisle before I get to the store entrance. The second time she also "happened" to be loitering at the entrance where the self-checkouts are (financial transactions again), but at least she smiled at me. (And I smiled back).<br />
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One could summarize the first week of COVID19 precautions (here) as the ambulatory gangstalkers being less frequent, but the fewer ones are more obvious.<br />
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On the vehicular gangstalking front there are fewer vehicles to be sure, though they have the same "habit" of coalescing into trains at the same locations, often to hold me up in making a L hand turn. There are less off the "pull-outs" where they need to get in front of me from side streets, but still the same vehicular gangstalking patterns.<br />
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On the harassment front, of things going wrong, getting screwed up, and all physical and kinematic events, keystroke fuckery, etc., nothing has changed. I still swear at them about the same for all their interruptions, perturbations and outright fuckery. The masers, the fuzzy blobs and wisps seems to be especially active of late. Anytime I look at the venetian blinds in my residence, I can be sure that they send one or two fuzzy maser blobs (sometimes intertwining) in front of this linear backdrop. Nothing new, just more of it.<br />
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And their all time maser game subject is toilet paper. For the past three years there has always been some masers buzzing and floating around, passing through the toilet paper as I unfurl it, passing through the roll etc. And lo, if we don't have a toilet paper shortage now, purportedly due to the COVID19 viral crisis, Like WTF; the symptoms rarely cause a need for toilet paper, and lo, if we don't have a lamestream media sponsored toilet paper shortage.<br />
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At the vineyard while working, and with schools shut down, why the children are out in number. They are also a common gangstalking prop for whatever reason. And lo, if they don't have the girls screaming and yelling senselessly for extended durations. I mean come on, maybe they might see a worm or a spider or something, but that's not worth two minutes of screaming is it? And of course they carry on again, day after day. They are on a 10 acre fenced property so they are safe from any other outside sources that might be a threat. There are some 100m away, so I cannot really see what they are screaming about, but it is very unconvincing screaming or that there is a legitimate reason.<br />
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Long time readers might recall an instance I surely noted on this blog about 8-10 years ago when this young girl who was loitering around in a parking lot next to a building, suddenly screamed at length for no reason whatsoever as I passed by some 6' away walking toward the street sidewalk. And she started the screaming as I passed by, not when approaching, most utterly strange, if not uncharacteristically unbalanced. Even her parents called her out on this who were in a vehicle some 20' away. The whole thing was a stitch up from the get-go anyhow, as why was the young girl loitering around except for this fucking abusive stunt to collect her $20?<br />
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Which is what children get for these stunts, something I learned from them when they were hanging around my door once, on the other side of the school fence. I asked how much they got paid, and one of the three told me "20 dollars". Another told me "we don't get anything for doing this", and the other, slightly older one, told me they don't get anything in payment. Two of three immediate confirmations ain't bad as this gig goes.<br />
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Likely related to child screaming noise is the increase in the number of sirens and emergency vehicles. Again, they so often "happen" when I am passing through door or gateways, entering or exiting my vehicle or changing direction. These are all regular locations of noise, headlight stalking (or pitlamping) or other fuckery like pulling the keys from my hand or forced "forgets" to cause another trip back to the vehicle or house. Check out <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O35PTBEw8F8" target="_blank">"Twenty Mile Zone"</a> (3:24) by Dory Previn sometime. <br />
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So to take the worldwide COVID19 crisis up a notch, and put it into the perspective of the Psychopathic Confederacy as to what they may gain from all of this. They like people dying (as always, especially in a depleted energetic level), though as always, there are multiple experimentation objectives of any given significant world crippling event, one that is surely timed and arranged by the Thems, aka, TPTB. Too, they just love disruption stunts, from not going to work, regular routines, financial duress, interrupting manufacturing, supply chains, or any such like event where there is an expectation of a certain predictable flow or orderliness. And last but not least, they have a long running interest in air, oxygen and lung activity, the site of the COVID19 virus' most perturbing effects. Just like government, they aren't going to let any good crisis go to waste.<br />
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But perhaps they wanted to ratchet up all what they have learned from hounding this TI and all the other TI's, (and covert coverage of naive subjects), and that is to be able to exercise their model of human and other living organisms energetic interactions, this time by ensuring there is greater distance, or "social distance", between their nonconsensual subjects. Yes, this is conjecture, but having being gangstalked for nearly 18 years now by all manner of normals, freaks and wierds, perhaps they have a bio-energy field interaction model, complete with parameters for skin thickness, race, body size, hair color, gender and the rest of human genetic combinations, as well as parameters for clothing fabric, color etc. that they wish to test on the greater populace. And what better test than forcing extra distance between the (unaware) subjects, as distance-dependence is also a big factor in their gangstalking activity. Again, just conjecture, but I am constantly thinking of how their relentless abusive and senseless subjugation of TI's fits into their bigger plans. And they have a plan to be sure, but just what it is and all its physical and energetic dimensions is largely unknown to us. I have speculated on the Many Worlds Theory of Hugh Everett III in the past, though this may not be all of it.<br />
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Anyhow, I am hoping no TI's get COVID19, and will call this posting done for now.<br />
<br />AJHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010011060360051592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26452764.post-57526665401755056432020-03-14T23:25:00.001-07:002020-03-14T23:25:22.449-07:00Red Eye03-10-2020<br />
It was 03-06-2020 after a day of vineyard work that I was at the mirror in the bathroom in my residence, plucking some hairs out of my cheeks (the ones that sit under my skin for months and finally pop out), and then leaned down to wash my face. And lo, when I looked up, my L eye was flooded with blood, save my iris. I can see properly with my eye, but the white part (schlera) is red covered. A few hour later, the brighter red turned to a darker, unoxygenated blood, color. I looped it up, and supposedly it is a case of spontaneous subconjunctival hemorrhaging, and will clear up in two weeks.<br />
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But now, some four days later, my L eye looks a brighter red, as if the blood is being replenished, and no apparent recovery or recession of the blood coverage. That is, the schlera isn't visible yet. As well, I feel a little ache-y and "creaky", as if a sudden onset of old age has come on. And too, a little less energetic, not quite my usual spark. Needless to say, I haven't got this one figured out yet, if it is hospital worthy (perish the thought), and what this cluster of symptoms means, or if it is related. No doubt another medical stunt brought on my keepers, one that I could of done without.<br />
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03-13-2020<br />
Now a week since my subconjunctival hemorrage in my L eye spontaneously erupted, if you believe in such things. Some healing, meaning diminution of redness, but this was a good one, the whole of the white part turning red a week ago. I felt some pressure on my L eye earlier this week, spawning thought conniptions that this might be something else that caused it. Along with the above mentioned stiffness, the odd warm sensation, light pressure on some locations in my skull etc. I suppose the Psychopaths just might be up to their games again. As to whether the eye hemorrhage erupted because they were messing around or by design I do not know or care. Just leave me the fuck alone.<br />
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Out two nights ago on a tanning salon run and then a subsequent visit to the SOF supermarket. The prior tanning bed customer for whom I was waiting to finish just had to do two back and forths before she finally exited the salon. She trotted out the door, and ordinarily that would of been it, as that what nearly all customers do; done and gone. But not her; she did a back-and-forth to the tanning bed room and then departed, and lo, just when I thought that feint was enough (why, she might of forgotten something), she returns for a second time to wander 8' in front of me and make like she was looking at the adjacent tanning products. A whole 10 seconds of that, and she headed out again. These back-and-forths are not uncommon on the gangstalking show, and too, the look-at-nothing stunt as well. (IMHO, if she was really interested in the tanning products she would of looked for longer, as there is over a hundred of them. Besides, why didn't she look on her way out the first or second time?). All for her to be seen I suppose, as I was ignoring her after the first exit, and paid little mind on the second exit. And too, she needed some more dwell time in front of me, and maybe to be seen for longer as well.<br />
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It is my long time experience that those who have stood where I have stood or walked, (or in reverse, follow me) are often assigned more dwell time, that is, another gangstalking re-visit and hang around me. In this case she would of been lying down on a tanning bed and its acrylic (?) trough/bed, so I suppose she was carrying these residual energies with her that somehow needed (from the Psychopath's perspective) to be correlated to whatever energies I have before I go into the same room and lie and tan on the same tanning bed. I had never seen her before so I have no idea how they might undertake vertical energetic correlations, say, over a month, week, in differing clothes, locations etc. Oh to be a gangstalking victim and endlessly ponder what in the Earth are all these fuckers swarming me for and why the ridiculous re-visits and feints. And also ponder who gets to be selected for how much gangstalking exposure and too, who gets the privilege of deeper interactions of looking at me, speaking with me, and even working with me. Its all too complex and detailed for me to comprehend at times.<br />
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Then post-tan to the SOF supermarket, where at 2030h on a Wednesday evening they poured on extra perambulating Fuckwits (gangstalkers) who had the unerring knack of re-appearing where I was about to go, and also in the predictable patterns of in the E, N, S and W areas of the store, as well as the all-out (usually) predictable checkout. And even in the parking lot, as the large bodied dude in plaid just had to walk 6' past my vehicle as I was loading it when the parking lot was near empty. Said Fuckwit also "happened" to be at the same checkout too.<br />
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But that wasn't enough checkout stalking action, no sir; this 260lb Fuckwit in baggy shorts (still winter here FFS) was standing at the self-checkout 4' behind me with a keyboard on the scale, making out he was a stranded checkout terminal technician waiting for something/somebody. He was standing there the whole time I was processing my groceries. Then when I was done, a store assistant came by and said something to him and he was done. Strange technical work in the least.<br />
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And if the above Fuckwit Whale in shorts wasn't enough why, the checkout stalking action was extended all the more. Another Fuckwit dude came through the self-checkouts from outside, as if he didn't know that one turns R to enter the grocery section and is effectively entering the exit. Said Fuckwit also happens to circle the self-check outs, all for more visibility I assume. Like dude, you just made a 180 degree path at the front of the store; if you had made that R turn on entry (like everyone else) you would of been exactly where you needed to go, assuming you had a genuine store purchase in mind. But no, circling the victim is a standard Fuckwit stalking pattern.<br />
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Just when I was distracted by the above Fuckwit, another male Fuckwit also passes straight through the self checkouts, again, effectively entering the store at the exit. And lo, if it wasn't the classic Fuckwit pose (while walking); looking sideways but past me (not directly at me) while walking forward. Who but a Psychopathic Fuckwit does this? I had never seen this ridiculous walking and looking sideways (at nothing, and evading me), act before 04-2002 when all this shit and non-stop abuse-athon erupted, and have now seen it countless times. Its the Fuckwit Classic Perambulating pose. I would forgive these Fuckwits if there was something distracting to look at, say, a hot babe, but there are never any at SOF at that time of day.<br />
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Regular readers of a year or two ago might recall the troupe of four or five E. Indians (from India) who paraded in single file through the SOF self-checkout just as I finished paying and held me up from exiting. All of them doing the patented look-away look, save the last one who lost it and put on this goofy smirk.<br />
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And its not like any of the above pretended to be fumbling their way into the store for the first time and "accidentally" passed through the self-checkout. No, they all came barrelling through like it was no big deal and this is how one enters the store. Wrong on that; hardly any one does, just ridiculous paid-for gangstalking scum. And when I entered this same SOF for the first time, the entry and self-checkout were in the same respective locations, and upon seeing the self-checkout I realized it was an effective exit and found the entry way on the R side. So there, the folks barrelling through the self-checkout from the store entrance at SOF are gangstalking scum.<br />
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And they have even pulled this same shit at least once when I was at the manned checkouts which are up to 40' offset from the same entrance. A Fuckwit entered the store, walks 30' to the L where the manned checkouts are, and "happens" to loiter at the checkout I am at, and then proceeds to "need" to get past me to enter the store. Like WTF stalker fucker; there are at least ten other empty checkouts without barriers that are closer to the entrance and "for some reason" you need to enter the store where I am at. Give me a break.<br />
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And we aren't done checkout follies yet. Same SOF, same self-checkouts, three days earlier. I ran out of dishes detergent on Sunday evening and decided to go to SOF as the usual source (LD) was closed. Another fine confluence of coincidences. I pick up a few extra items, circle back to the produce to pick up a lime and take the route from there to the self-checkout. I never take this route because I go to the produce first, but "happened" to remember to get a lime. (An example of a fortuitous "happen-chance" recall (ahem)). I turn the corner and am about to enter the self-checkout, and lo, my fickle-friend "happens" to be coming by. He doesn't normally shop at SOF, but at the other big store across the street. Anyhow, we chat for 5-10 minutes, and my above mentioned red bloody eye was decidedly topical, and meanwhile the store staff play with an Easter bunny toy that made strange squeaky noises. Eventually we each depart on our separate quests, as he had just finished a day of vineyard pruning and was tired. So I suppose, stalling me for 5-10 minutes next to the self checkouts might have been a prelude for the above triple Fuckwit parade at the same self-checkouts three days later. And has any other TI experienced the absurd but relentless gangstalking and other unconventional interventions and distractions over making financial transactions that I have? I have yet to encounter a TI that reports this, but perhaps I am getting rusty as I don't keep up on all the TI activity that I should.<br />
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And something completely different; I don't usually dwell on the myriad of unofficial narrative theories, aka, "conspiracy theories", as this is a very big rabbit hole and I feel it would detract from the particular one that deal with, 24/7. For me to delve into this would dilute the focus on detailing the harassment and unconventional abuse-athon I am kept in.<br />
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In fact, while being kept in this rabbit hole, I am reluctant to engage in official narrative debunking, as I really don't want to expand my "disbelief system" any more. It was the 9/11 of 2001 events and the gathering skepticism of the official version in about 2005 where I plain didn't want to look into it, thinking that my own story is more than enough of a belief system disruptor. But the Psychopaths kept hammering me to keep looking into it, and after some time, I realized it was indeed a fix of major proportions.<br />
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Many readers will have encountered the Apollo moon landings hoax theories, and I am on the fence with this one. One detail that is most peculiar is that there is no moon dust on the gold colored mylar dust boots of the Lunar Lander after it had deployed its retrorockets to gently land on the moon. Another was all the <a href="https://theunredacted.com/moon-landings-the-apollo-hoax/" target="_blank">Apollo "firsts"and no casualties</a>. Though a clincher might be the absolutely desultory and evasive interview of the astronauts post moon voyage. As if <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BI_ZehPOMwI" target="_blank">they went to a funeral rather than the moon</a>, but stick with the given script for the latter version. There is an equivalent BBC interview somewhere out there too, but I cannot find it, where they cannot agree if they saw stars from the moon FFS.<br />
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The possibility of the Apollo spacecraft passing through the radiation of the Van Allen Belt undamaged was another challenge, though others debate its role. of the So here is a link to <a href="https://www.theregister.co.uk/2019/12/13/van_allen_belts/" target="_blank">The Register on the Van Allen Belts</a>, and it does seem that the radiation is indeed intense and readily damages electronic equipment. So how did the Appollo spacecraft get to the moon again? Or am I being spoofed? Caveat emptor, aka, trust no one.<br />
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<a href="https://www.eff.org/files/2014/01/06/20131230-appelbaum-nsa_ant_catalog.pdf" target="_blank">Onto NSA surveillance, circa 2008</a>. A list of the known technologies to undertake surveillance on computers, (even with an "air gap", i.e. no internet connection) and phones. I like those inserts they can plug into a USB connector, very clever. Burying their technology in those fat ferrite cores on cords is another one. And fake cell phone stations as well. Imagine what they can do now, 12 years since this document was released, let alone the undocumented technologies.<br />
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Anyhow, time to get a posting out there in digital-land.AJHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010011060360051592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26452764.post-81727550410324119072020-03-01T00:50:00.000-08:002020-03-01T00:50:25.126-08:00Gangstalking and Spinal Flexing02-29-2020<br />
A Leap Year moment of sudden and unexpected access to my own blog. It seems that way. I have spent the last three days attempting to get to this blog that I have been writing since 2006 by way of endless and senseless "Google verification" fuckery of unimaginable contortions, re-directions and proportions. You won't get a real person to talk to of course, but for now, and I am not out of the woods yet, I seem to be able to get to this blog and post something. And this is it. I just may not be able to post to this blog again, I don't know.<br />
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As this blog and attendant Google Gmail user ID was created in 2006, it just seems they didn't ask a whole lot of details as to how to recover one's account. Back in 2012 when I got my new cell phone account, the cell phone network required me to create a new Gmail account which I didn't want to do because I already had one, and being an IT guy, I instinctively knew having two accounts from the same outfit (Google) would create problems, and I have been absolutely correct.<br />
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In 01-2020 I managed to (somehow) get back into this account and reset the password, and now a month later, the Google Gmail/Blogger crowd, (or their puppet masters if you prefer) decided to put me through Google Verification Hell again. My regular password of a month ago, duly recorded on paper, "somehow" just didn't work. Around and around I went from the "default" account (the 2012-created one Google decided) to attempt to get back into this one. Last night I had the inspiration to make the 2006-created account the "recovery account" even if I couldn't get into it with this "verification" password blocking, and as of now, I somehow got back into TIWorld.<br />
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It has been a long round of password fucking hell to say the least. Tricks like sending my "verification code" to an email address that didn't arrive was a good trick. Giving me verification codes that didn't allow access, but instead "we are reviewing your account" (code for not happening). Even now, the account that displays on the upper right of this page is the 2012-created account, not the 2006-created account that owns this blog and desperately needs extra recovery information added. I have come to the conclusion that the Google masters have taken nearly every measure possible to stop me from accessing the 2006-created account and this blog by extension, and keep sending me to the 2012-created account which does NOT have this blog attached to it.<br />
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So.... why not merge them? Why Google, who likely yanked the chain of the cell phone carrier in the first place which created this account bifurcation fuckery, doesn't have this functionality as stated in their own FAQ. Which to me seems like a tacit acknowledgement that there are two classes of Gmail accounts depending on when they decided to embrace the "mobility" scene and hang cell phone access and all the rest of the data particulars they would of captured from the cell phone network off of Gmail accounts.<br />
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FFS Google, just allow Gmail account consolidation/merging so I can access my blog from a single Gmail account. Or this the plan; to screw me out of owning it? Besides, I don't use my Gmail account for regular email as Google likes to read other's mail as a matter of course.<br />
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All this was also precipitated by someone messing with the browser settings and not allowing persistent "cookies" which then caused me to log in each new session. Not the end of the world, but that seemed to be the excuse to kick off the latest round of fuckery whereby my password got blocked.<br />
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After all that, and while on this blog editing, I cannot get to my 2006-created account to reset the password and add more recovery details. The only clue is that it says "Sign Out of All Accounts" versus "Sign Out of Account". They don't make it easy, don't plan to, don't want users to access their own blogs (possibly selectively), don't have any real people to talk to and don't give a shit. Well done Google; only <b>you </b>could outdo Microsoft for creating intense user interface/interaction vexation. And I am making an assumption it is only you, not someone else jacking me around which is usually the case.<br />
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02-16-2020<br />
I would of though that going to yoga class would be plenty of spinal flexing and twisting by the ongoing proximate gangstalking tourists for the week, but no, add in the new mobile (tractor trailer) bottling operation and the new hire at the other vineyard, and there is more. The new hire dude, tubby and a little rough around the edges, "just happened" to engage in unnecessary and extensive spinal flexing while in my proximity some 4' away. It was especially noted when I was having an infrequent break in the production line action and he sat down 4' opposite, on the roller conveyor no less, facing me and did lateral (side to side) spinal flexing. And he really got going on spinal flexing when I had a sip from my water bottle. Normally I don't need to keep it near me for this kind of work, but "for some reason" I got thirsty, placed the bottle near me on break, just when the new hire dude was re-assigned from other work further away to work near me on the production line. Funny how that "happens". I have never known anyone to do spinal flexing while on a bottling line before while they are busy handling and packing bottles. First impressions are lasting, and perhaps the new hire dude is going to be one to get under my skin all this vineyard working season. Woohoo, more work adversity, as if I haven't had enough over my working life.<br />
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Some time ago, my youngest brother was doing similar senseless spinal flexing nearby at the First Feral Family house, and I told him that is exactly what so many of the gangstalkers do, so therefore, he must be one too. He kind of blanched and ceased flexing his spine, and did so for good. So we shall see if the new-hire bearded-boy has a real need to flex his spine as part of his "natural work habit" or else was he putting on this shit just for me.<br />
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At least three others at the bottling line operation could of introduced this new-hire to me over two days, and didn't. Like WTF; why does this shit behavior persist and is so consistent. Even going back three decades, the then-wife, a fully compliant plant, also pulled this shit and I began to wonder if she was being so fucking rude on purpose. Well, as I later found out, she was. The perps constantly thwart, delay and protract the introduction of others in my orbit. Why don't they just get over it, and put name tags on these Fuckwits titled, "Gangstalker #nnn, goes by, xxxxx"? Given that the new-hire dude ranks mid-level on the Unfavored scale (male >20yo., facial hair, fat, a rude ass (as he later demonstrated apart from the aforementioned spinal flexing gangstalker habit) and is full of himself), maybe he will be the upcoming summer-long (co-worker) Unfavored test specimen for incremental inculcation in an attempt to have me "accept" such scum without immediate loathing on first sight.<br />
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This new mobile bottling line was a very smooth operation and there was little down time for a change. There was the odd hiccup, as production rate dithering, slowing or stopping it, is another one of the perp's fuckery favorites. With all the production lines on this planet, why do they need to round on me and have them mess up? Well I suppose I am a test subject, and whatever neural correlates and psychic reactions to even work flow is detectable when I am in the groove (everything is going smoothly and therefore I am relaxed some), and then I suddenly become more attentive while the slowdown causes are analyzed, all the more study fodder for all the poor souls on production lines everywhere else. Just my theory of course, but the perp's interests do seem to have a very consistent pattern.<br />
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Back to wallet "forget" fucking, now twice in two weeks; both times having me "forget" to take my wallet to the grocery store and only happening to find out at the check out with a full carry basket. Once I got back into my vehicle with the windows closed I made sure they knew I was utterly infuriated. They pulled this stunt maybe 10 years ago in the same circumstances, and now it "happens" twice in two weeks. There have been other wallet "forgets" in the interim, but none where I needed it until this latest eruption of fuckery. Regular readers and possibly other TI's will know the Psychopaths have a long running interest in my wallet's contents, the color of the bills (very colored in Canada) and the cards in my wallet.<br />
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02-19-2020<br />
Ths Psychopaths were on the rag today, that is to say, they were fucking me with "forgets" and dropping things from my hands far beyond their "normal" harassment rate, which is of course an order of magnitude that would happen to unharassed mortals. Three forced "forgets" on turning the stove burner off/on in succession this morning, then "forgets" on taking supplements (a daily jerkaround now), then again for my Rx, and then extra insane fuckery when attempting to get out the door (boots, clothing, gear) which is a daily battle of fuckery, infuriation and delay. Then later at work, vine pruning mistakes I hadn't made for the three weeks I have been doing it this year, adding the hot-rod muffler noise of passing traffic in considerably greater frequency, incessant dog barking noise from multiple locations, an overflight by a military aircraft that had blackish emanations from it and plenty of helicopters (at least 12) etc. The assholes didn't relent all day, save perhaps the last hour of work. Then on my ass at home, getting the order of things wrong making dinner etc. -likely about 200 infuriation stunts today, well beyond their 80-100 average. What the got into the assholes today?<br />
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When this extra infuriation fuckery goes down there is usually a reason, and today "just happened" to be the day I dropped off a shit sample at the lab, and given the Psychopath's intense interest in excrement, it just might of been the event to trigger their insane minds to lay on substantially more fuckery and abuse. Longer term readers may recall when I was about to exit my vehicle at this same lab location with the same sample, they sent a negro on a bicycle at high speed about 6" past my door as I was about to open it. I could not believe it then or now as to how utterly stupid it was for a cyclist to go so fast and so close to street parked vehicles unless of course they were assured that they would come to no harm. This negro Fuckwit stalker could of moved over by 12-24" and still there would of been plenty of room for motor vehicles to get by. Never mind the rarity of negroes in this town, and the even greater unlikelihood that they would of been on a bicycle, excepting street sports events which was not the case. Funny how all these improbabilities add up all the time, isn't it?<br />
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And the last month has also been evidenced by increased sleep disruptions; heavy nap attacks after work of 1.5 to 2 hours and longer on weekends, and even throwing in some unconventional sound invasions. On two occasions I was napping, maybe only 15-20 minutes into it and drifting off into a deeper sleep it seemed, when they planted a noise to bring me out of it. This residence has no one upstairs or down or anyone else on any side, and nor does it have anyone else here, and on one of these occasions they planted the noise of someone clearing their throat. I was immediately awakened as there is no one else here, and "somehow" I was also calmed with the suggestion that "it's just the Psychopaths planting a noise again" so that I did not get up. And in this state of heightened and constant threat assessment and reaction to any and all fuckery conventional and unconventional alike, nearly running 18 years now, there is no way my normal self would of not got up and investigated the possible presence of someone in my place that somehow got past a locked door. I believe the second nap noise event was a wall pounding (of no known conventional cause), and as I get these about 6x/year I would of assumed it was them again because of its familiarity.<br />
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Funny how the sleep disruptions suddenly came on too; I was doing fine in December into mid-January on this job with 6 hours of sleep and no evening time nap attacks. Then when I switched jobs, why, the sleep disruptions came on and have persisted for at least 6 weeks now. <br />
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The weekend prior, the night before going to the walk-in clinic for an Rx refill, why, I couldn't get any sleep "for some reason". Though as "usual" I didn't suffer for the lack of sleep.<br />
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The usual situation at the walk-in clinic is to sit around in the waiting area for an hour (or more) with a presumed orchestrated gangstalking scene around me. On this occasion, a five yo. child was staring at me furtively, and twice when I looked at her, she immediately averted her gaze as if looking at me was prohibited. Probably was, but she couldn't help it. As to what she was staring at exactly I don't know for sure, but I suspect I must have some visible emanation about me as I can never figure out why I often get stared at by people whom I have never seen before.<br />
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Another Psychopathic campaign this week is to have me feel poorly while
at work in the vineyard continuing with the vine pruning. As if my ADD
stimulant Rx never kicked on one day (and I know I took them), another
day feeling like I was slowed down and weaker (also not an Rx intake problem).<br />
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Then when I get enough sleep (per pre-harassment normal), why, I still feel like hell this week. So just what are they up to and why all this sleep fuckery, which to be fair, had a sudden onset when they first invaded my apartment and went beserk/overt in 04-2002. As one TI reader noted, one may be more psychically accessible while sleeping, which accounts for the instances of more enforced sleep, aka, nap attacks. But also, the revelations of <a href="https://donaldmarshallrevolution.com/#nevertodream" target="_blank">Donald Marshall</a>, if they are to believed, suggests that there is much covert ongoing research to ensure the human clones have a tranferable/replicable conscience/awareness while the parent being is awake. Apparently, the clones do have a conscience when the parent being in REM sleep. An interesting technical issue which may have relevance to the Psychopath's relentless sleep fuckery games that I endure. This being a more speculative notion I usually entertain but possibly very relevant.<br />
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Anyhow, I am going to post this in the hope that I can gain access to this blog again on a continued basis. We shall see what the Google Verification Fuckery Maze has in store for me. I didn't expect this one, but as password keyboard entry, desktop and at the checkouts on one's debit card, is another long running Psychopathic research theme, we shall see.<br />
<br />AJHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010011060360051592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26452764.post-56750850734173996112020-01-30T23:21:00.002-08:002020-01-30T23:21:44.819-08:00Back to Pruning28-01-2020<br />
Back to the regular vineyard gig again, this being my first day back. As always, any new event, be it a new job, job location or even a resumption such as this, begets extra imposed fuckery. You know, the "usual" problems that vineyard pruners face, e.g. making mistakes (cutting the wrong cane). Except that I know this place, the vines, and have sufficient experience that I would not ordinarily make these mistakes. Funny how the "mistakes" rolled off after a few hours. The next day the assholes fucked me out of taking my regular ADD medications, which was when the new boss lady dropped by. (She is working at the other vineyard).<br />
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A Monday, and yoga in the evening, and in concert, an extra large crowd. So many new faces at this shit show tonight and at least 20% were utterly hopeless and if not for a practice session (my supposition, as many seem to know the next move before the instructor), I would think they would be best suited for couch surfing. So what is yoga class but a "TI Gangstalk Tour" for the invited? I was looking up alternate yoga studios, and one was attesting to their casual "vibe" and that laughter was not only common, but promoted. There ain't no laughter at the sessions I go to, just this heads down grimness, long the calling card of these orchestrated Fuckwits. Though to be fair, the staff are fine. In fact, one instructor who was making jokes, didn't last too long, even if she was cute, blonde and young.<br />
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And again at yoga, more wierds, and even compounding three profound Unfavored" features in the form of one individual; a male with tight curly hair (blonde) hair with the fugliest set of fine bluish tattoos all over his arms and some coverage on his legs. I couldn't bear to look at this multiple Unfavored freak, and yet the Psychopaths kept sending my gaze there, about three mats away.<br />
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And again, why is this class getting so full, so early? Time was that I was the first one in at 10 minutes early, but I am now pressed to find a spot leaving at my usual time. And what is with the pre-selected mat locations? One woman who came a minute or two after me, as I saw her coming through the door, (a time honored gangstalking location), just "happened" to have her studio supplied mat in place before she arrived in the practice room next to me. She put her towel on the mat, but I don't get it; how did she know the mat was there for her? <br />
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Onto the TI community. Here is a TI that managed to finish his PhD while the heat was on; <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://theindividual21.blogspot.com/2018/12/false-flag-terror-expose-on-government.html" target="_blank">individual21</a>
-Stephen Mullet's 89pp story of how targeted abuse and arranged
coincidences came down on him, and in addition, his conclusions as to
the greater picture this fits into. For example, the police are a
criminal organization (my own determination too, based on personal
experience), and others. Some details on numeric and syntactical
"coincidences", with the bottom line (mine); don't use so-called social
media. Quoting from his conclusions:</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Once
again, I have done the impossible. I have proven convincingly that the
U.S. government is behind nearly every mass shooting and terrorist
attack on U.S. soil, and even those occurring in other nations.
Considering the sheer number of shootings, terrorist attacks, and
homicides I have proven in this post, and then considering all those I
have not yet addressed but have confirmed to be manipulated, we can
reasonably infer that the US government is orchestrating the
socio-political and cultural order through the strategic manipulation of
events, including major terrorist attacks, celebrity deaths, high
profile legal cases, and more, in order to control the unfolding of
history as we proceed towards the New World Order, and the utopian one
world government.<br /> <br />In this 89 page document, I have
shattered the sacred beliefs of the American ideological system.
Liberty is a lie. The American dream is a lie. Capitalism and the free
market are lies. America is fundamentally a planned economy and social
order. The powers that be have merely deceived the public into
believing that the socio-political order is being governed by the
invisible hand. In reality, it’s the government that controls
everyone’s fortune. The government has determined everything you are,
everything you have ever accomplished, and everything you will ever
accomplish. This restraint upon the liberty rights of the populace
appears to be accomplished through ties to the education system,
workplace, interest groups, and other social outlets through the COPS
program.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> </span></span></blockquote>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Proved" is a stretch IMHO, but worth a read. I have yet to be convinced of a "one world government" master plan by anyone, but perhaps I am being contrary on this one. And as a footnote to other complaints he has stated in the document I have a warning for hm; if you suspect your girl action is orchestrated, termed as "police snitches", then prepare yourself for similar related issues that come down, e.g. no libido, no functional ephemeral bone etc.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Speaking of orchestrated/planted girlfriends, back before the perps went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002, they planted two girlfriends over a three year span. One stayed in circulation after the apartment invasion, and who alternately stated she wanted to help me (har, har) and then would be clearly abetting the Psychopathic torturers. And she wasn't too big on empathy when the chips were down, as they were so often in those helter-skelter days of intense and unconventional abuse. That would be Ms. C of my story, (elsewhere in the blog), and when I departed her place in 2003 with some of my belongings of my own apartment, she claimed that she loved me etc. A ridiculous proclamation to say the least, especially given her spotty track record with the truth and obvious perp abettance. To this day I cannot fathom why the Psychopaths would put on that highly absurd and transparent act for so little outcome. Because when I attempted to return two weeks later and pack up the rest of my belongings and clean out my apartment, (and also visit her) the border patrol pulled their guns on me for no reason whatsoever. So her absurd statement of fond attachment was the last time I saw her, though some emails and phone communications persisted for three more years with declining content. That is my biggest WTF moment of this whole abuse-athon of its nearly 18 years (and running). And will likely be the biggest WTF moment of my existence.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Interesting that individual21's harassment started in 2002, when mine did, as I term it, they "went berserk/overt".</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">01-30-2020</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Onto the more mundane but repeated fuckery; the assholes lost my keys to the landlord's house I am looking after. Which meant that I took their mail to my place for safe-keeping, which is probably the plan in the first place. I just don't know what it is about mail, but the perps are berserk over it, and handling someone else's mail is cause for them to ramp up the fuckery and idiocy. Last year I picked up a parcel for the landlady, and having the same street address on my ID allowed me to pick it up for her. That event brought me all kinds of gangstalking action and a "hold-up" at the pokey, (normally not busy) PO. A "hold-up" at cashiers and public counters is my term for when they plant a Fuckwit ahead of me who has a "difficult problem" that requires extensive time to resolve. Another variant is stacking the line ahead of me with a Fuckwit/gangstalker surge, for the same reason; to keep me waiting in line for this blatant obstruction to conclude. And do the Psychopaths ever love to have me in a queue so their Fuckwits can slowly tread over top of where I was standing.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The missing keys may be findable at the location where I parked my vehicle at the vineyard; I take much care in handling my keys, and ensured they were in a zippered pocket with my car keys so they don't go missing in the vineyard or other such unfindable location. But "somehow" the keys just flipped out on their own, "somehow" unnoticed. The assholes also pulled this shit with the same zippered ski pants about four weeks ago, with a different key. I figured the key was lost for good in some vineyard location (prior gig with many vineyards), but were found in the snow once it melted near my parked vehicle at the landlord's house.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And what is it about keys that so fixates the Psychopaths? Co-workers leave their keys in ridiculous places in the vineyard (on the ground FFS), then another time, unintentionally as it seemed as I "found" her keys at her locked vehicle when I was on a weed whacking job that morning. Another time, she lost her keys at her place and another co-worker drove her to retrieve them.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Which is a segue to this same (key misplacing) co-worker who I "happened" to meet at a supermarket after work yesterday. You know, the designed coincidence; I stopped at this particular grocery store after work that I had never patronized before as it had sausages that were particularly good, and lo, she was there shopping too. As it turns out, she is pruning the other vineyard. We met with a hug, another long running perp stunt, though it was an entirely appropriate greeting in the context. (I just cannot stand these orchestrated "huggie" events the Fuckwit gangstalkers put on with such frequency in my proximity). So here I was, involved in the same.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And as it "so happens" as part of the lead-up to permit my after work grocery shopping and co-worker hug (per above), I did not have the usual urgency to get to the bathroom after work. For the past two weeks, it has been such that I need to get to the crapper within a minute or less of my return to my residence, every work day. This is highly unusual timing, especially the forced bowel movements, and the assholes usually don't permit me to remove my ski pants (over my running tights as long underwear), or my large boots. One day they even pulled a double; a forced crap as I was about to head out the door, forcing me to remove my coat, though without sufficient time to remove my ski pants or boots. Then when I came home that same day, another forced crap similarly attired given the imposed urgency. The Psychopaths insane and relentless fixation in defecating and shit is limitless. And I don't think it is just me, given the profusion of street crapping in California that has been making the news for the last few months. It was to the degree that it even spawned an app for one's <a href="https://www.vice.com/en_us/article/j53ady/snapcrap-app-san-francisco-report-poop-to-311-vgtrn" target="_blank">phone spotting the latest crap locations</a>.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Then if the fuckery over losing the keys today wasn't enough, the assholes struck again this evening with another stunt; the "forget the wallet" jerkaround. And of course I was caught out big time as I had a basket full of groceries that I was about to pay for, and lo, no fucking wallet. I am sick fucking fed up of the insane fuckery over what is in my wallet, and the forced "forget" games over having it on my person. Just leave me the fuck alone, I have had enough. And if you really want to unpack my grocery basket for me, just come by, introduce yourself and wave a $1000 bill and I won't ask any questions, as much as would like to. You fucking insane assholes.</span></span><br />
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Speaking of that gangstalking hole, the SOF supermarket and their heads-down staff, what was the point of that ridiculous cough-stalking Fuckwit last week? A male ponytail (in grey FFS) was walking toward me in a store aisle that I frequent as my last shopping before the checkout, and here he was doing this fake cough with a consistent tone while walking along for at least 30'. It was like; I don't stop for throat clearing, because I am not really here for shopping anyhow (no basket), and besides, my throat wasn't that bad anyhow but needed to keep up the noise trace. If I was allowed to be witty, I should of told him to keep his Corona virus to himself (a joke).<br />
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I reckon that perambulating throat clearing Fuckwit was an paid operative; they cannot rely on locals to look so absurd, never mind being able to keep a throat clearing act going for so long and consistent in tone. I have known the Psychopaths to screw with my throat function many thousands of times, at the most strangest of times, and even when on the move. I doubt if they would entrust a local person to pull this off the way they wanted, and too, reveal another of their invasive stunts; we can fuck with your throat, mucus in your throat and/or your vocal cords anytime or anywhere we want.<br />
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And what was with the <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">dog barking coverage today? For at least two hours in the morning, a distant big dog bark that kept up. Later in the afternoon, the Pyrenees belonging to a vineyard house about 80m away, and kept in a pen, kept up the barking for at least an hour. Said dog's owner was there all the time, but she just put it outside in the pen and let it bark. Sometimes they let it out and the dog comes by and we play for a short span. And with no tractor activity these days, and the owner home, why didn't they let it out? They know I like the dog and it is no problem. (Or at least, none that I will confess to, protecting the dog's reputation and not saying anything about his tendency to chew on the vines to get my attention and keep the game going).</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I met my new boss lady two days ago, in keeping with the Psychopath managed game of incremental introduction. Going back a few weeks ago I asked the vacationing boss via email who was my new foreman (woman as it turned out) and he didn't reply for a week. Another winery person I asked didn't know, and took three days to return my text. I finally got a name and a number and called the next day, introducing myself on her voice mail. A few days later I got a return call and negotiated which vineyard I was to work in. She said that she would come by Tuesday, after I started Monday, which she did. So all this back and forthing, voice mail and finally meeting took at least ten days. This kind of "incremental introduction", typically of someone I will have a longer association with, is straight out the Psychopath's playbook. In fact, nearly all my introductions to others have been like this since they went berserk/overt in 04-2002, and likely many before. Another variant is to have others talk the person up with name-dropping before I meet them.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Enough for a posting I reckon, as my regular weekly schedule seems to be getting interfered with.</span></span><br />
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My excuse is that I am power viewing Unsolved Mysteries, all 12 seasons on Prime. I usually catch a couple of episodes an evening and that is it for available time, such as for writing blogs. Though I must admit the comments on some of the Zero Hedge stories are quite entertaining and suit my political perspective to some extent. Plenty of shills and trolls though, and other acts promoting something irrelevant. Algorithms only go so far in being able to moderate human opinion.<br />
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Though I am coming to think that applying algorithms to apply the law and sentencing is a good idea; there are far too many shits getting away with murder from soft-on-crime judges (or just plain soft), and if they don't, they seem to end up with an inordinately short sentence. Doesn't life imprisonment mean imprisoned for life anymore? Its about time we automated the so-called justice system and quit making excuses for criminality. The only use for the judge would be to review the algorithmic determinations and/or review variances (=-10% only) and any egregious wrong outcomes, maximum of 2 per year. Otherwise, put the mofo in the clink and quit using the excuse that protracted justice is unjust, a ridiculous outcome of the Supremes here in Canada, aka, <a href="https://hillnotes.ca/2017/12/11/unreasonable-delays-in-criminal-trials-the-impact-of-the-jordan-decision/" target="_blank">the "Jordan" decision</a>. And quit using the Jordan decision, (or, if you prefer, the Supreme collusion for justice system sandbagging), as an excuse for the law enforcement to "focus" on violent crimes and ignore the rest. The law is written for a purpose, and as such it is expected to be enforced. More on this and related Unsolved Mystery episodes below.<br />
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Though to be fair, Canada isn't alone in its pursuit of degrading the application of the law and keeping the justice system hog-tied with slow processes and ignoring any sensible methods to radically improve throughput. That, along with the wimpy application of the law serves as another avenue to take down Western civilization IMHO. That, along with the immigration problem, another take-down avenue of significant dimension. Call it wilful self-excused incremental cultural and social degradation. FFS, weren't two world wars enough, along with the prior colonial exercises, purges, and other war campaigns of all manner of cultures and countries? ("Only" <a href="http://necrometrics.com/all20c.htm" target="_blank">203 million dead dead</a> from wars , famines an purges in the 20th Century.) Apparently not enough if you are of TPTB, and have an experimental need to keep churning the human race for whatever nefarious objectives they keep.<br />
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Onto the prosaic; I am back in my residence in Penticton, having hustled here (driven) between the snow storms on the mountain passes to aid my landlord in driving them to the Kelowna airport so they don't have to park their vehicle for $15/day for 8 weeks. Well as it "happened", they "forgot" to tell me that I wasn't needed and came up with some lame-assed excuse as to the notion that since they aren't going for 12 weeks the "savings" can be applied to the parking charges. Like shit; when they changed their plans in mid-August from 12 weeks to 8 weeks away they re-affirmed my availability to do the airport driving and pick up, and I replied in the affirmative. So I scurried back from Victoria and took on winter driving earlier than I wanted, and lo, when on my return and asked about the arrangements beforehand, they claimed that they didn't need me. Sure, they saved paying me $200 as promised, but 8 weeks x 7 days/week x $15/day parking and we have a $840 parking bill. Or maybe they found some off-site airport parking, something I could not find when I flew from Kelowna a few years ago. Whatever; they could of told me about the change in plans, but didn't. Normal folk behaving strangely is nothing new since all this abuse and harassment came down 04-2002.<br />
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Christmas holidays are done now, thankfully. I did get to see my daughter in my once/year in-person contact, a new-found behavior enforced since this insane abuse-athon came down, as mentioned above. It just pisses me off that the one person who is fairly neutral in this has been largely kept from me, and that includes any kind of meaningful phone or other electronic communication. As an example, I heard from my mother that my daughter went to Mexico in 10-2019 about then, but my daughter never mentioned anything to me before or after. So in other words, the Psychopaths have ensured the degree of closeness is governed down, and with her, like most everyone else, I am largely kept clueless. As for the rest of the family quislings, aka, The First Feral Family, they can go fuck themselves. They were in on the scam/abuse from the get-go and knew of the intense abuse onset (perps gone berserk/overt in 04-2002) at least six years before it came down, and they said nothing. Furthermore, apart from the odd catch and curious statement, (see....) they played dumb and continue to do so. Fuck them all, everyone (daughter excepted, as she likely learned about the coming shit-storm and related fuckery only a year ahead).<br />
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A TI recently commented on the perps' enforced estrangement between my daughter and I, and as one can tell, I am roundly pissed that my daughter has been largely kept from me and that the elephant-in-the-room, this abuse-athon in all it infamy and vileness, is never, ever, mentioned. As for the remainder of the comments, the use of psychiatric measures to contain and experiment on TI's is my experience as well. At least you have come to the personal realization that shrinks are corrupt, if not crazy. As for the remainder of the comments I could not read them as the Pending Comment page truncates the comment and I am deferring to your request to not publish them. (Only then would I be able to see them in full).<br />
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One of my Christmas visitation intentions was to find a particular photograph that was in my mother's collection of shoe-boxes. This photograph showed my younger brother at 16 months old in a stroller, myself aged 3-4 y.o, my mother and the unique backdrop of the wintertime street ice statues in Montreal. That would of unequivocally placed the photograph to early 1958 in Montreal. Which is roundly perturbing to me as this would of been my second Montreal stay, and the wintertime ice statues would of been even more vivid in my memory then. My first stay in Montreal was in 1956, and I was beginning to form my first permanent memories, and for the most part, poof they are all gone until back in Victoria in fall of 1959.<br />
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So who fucked my out of my recall from 1956 to 1959 while in Montreal for two visits, and other places as well? I know I don't ever forget where I lived anywhere, and here is a four year hole when making formative and vivid memories. As it "happens", I wasn't the only one getting recall deletion in Montreal as child then. <a href="http://www.anndiamond.ca/" target="_blank">Ann Diamond</a>, a Canadian author, (<a href="http://lunamoth1.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">blog also</a>) also details some of these horrors of the McGill University's Allan Memorial Institute, the hospital where Dr. Ewen Cameron conducted his CIA sponsored brain trashing "research" from 1948-1962. She chronicles events in her book, <a href="http://www.lulu.com/shop/ann-diamond/my-cold-war/ebook/product-17493162.html" target="_blank">My Cold War</a> (<a href="http://www.anndiamond.ca/bkmycoldwar.html" target="_blank">another link</a>). Another book, <a href="http://www.lulu.com/shop/ann-diamond/a-certain-girl/paperback/product-22328917.html" target="_blank">A Certain Girl</a> seems to be a fictionalized version of her experiences. Also, her <a href="http://lunamoth1.blogspot.com/2015/11/recent-interviews-blogs-and-more.html" target="_blank">podcasts on this topic</a>, and her interactions with another Montreal denizen of considerable note, Leonard Cohen, also in book form, The Man Next Door.<br />
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Back to the photograph that I was questing; I took my new flat bed scanner to Victoria on this visit and scanned a number of my mother's photographs, some being her mother's family, going back to the turn of the last century. This particular photograph "somehow" was sitting on a bureau in the spare bedroom where the shoe-boxes of photos where stored, presumably left for me to "find". It was so significant that I took it, and with a few others from my Seattle days of post 04-2002 when the Psychopaths first trashed my apartment and put on other highly invasive and unconventional displays of immobilizing technology, and got them scanned at a office services outfit. I returned my mother's photograph, (which, in hindsight, I should not of bothered with for all her disorganization), and kept the digital version. And what do I discover in my mother's photograph collection? Why, my own Seattle photographs, but not hers that I had put back. Anyhow, I did discover a few other photographs of that era, but none so uniquely definitive as the one that was placed for me to "find". And as it "so happens", the digital versions that I took "somehow" disappeared off this PC, multiple versions of them. Well done assholes; you bait me with the proof and then fuck me out of retaining a copy of it.<br />
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And somehow I thought that I had posted this aforementioned definitive photo on this here blog, and yet I cannot find it after manually searching for it.<br />
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Another anomaly in my mother's photo collection was the discovery of an envelope that contained a snippet of my daughter's first hair, before the second growth came in. This small memento was kept in my camera bag at the time, and lo, if "somehow" it didn't show up in my mother's photo album. [Re-take; perhaps this envelope was given to my mother by my ex (unbeknownst to me) and is not the envelope that went missing from my camera bag].<br />
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01-07-2020<br />
I have been on snow removal duty in the service of my absent landlord, per agreement. But as I have been on a propagation cane collection job in various vineyards, I have had to get up early to attend to snow clearing and then get ready for work. These 0500-0600h snow clearings are in the dark of course, but invariably there is someone with their headlights on and pointed at me from across the street or down the street each snow clearing episode. And often more than one vehicle. Just what is it that so compels the Psychopaths that they need to keep lights on me so often? This habit of theirs was evident since they went berserk/overt in 04-2002 and it has increased all the more in the last six months.<br />
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As part of the vine collection job I meet up with others at a nearby car pooling parking lot (about 0700h), and lo, if these trades dudes don't arrive with their vehicles around me, headlights on, and sit there transferring equipment and personnel around for 5 to 10 minutes. Said trades dudes also have ladders on their vehicles, another long running harassment operation prop for unknown reasons. I suppose, with all their attention on me and what vehicle I am in, they need extra coverage/energetic interaction (or whatever) while I am entering another vehicle, or else others climb into mine. They even put some babes dithering around their vehicle in some kind of ride sharing activity, all in keeping with having attractive women as a kind of foil or alternative to dude swarming me.<br />
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And the large amount of highway traffic at 0700h in snowy and inclement driving conditions has also been noticed. Again, I suppose if I am traveling with co-workers, riding in their vehicle and later working with them in the vineyard, it is just too good to give up the opportunity to grind me all the more with headlights and other selected energetic disruptions.<br />
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I was ice wine picking last week for two days as an Arctic front came in and caused temperatures to get below -8C, the "magic moment" specification for the grapes to be later pressed to extract 35Brix juice. (More like syrup). I worked two vineyards one day, and a full second day, and was roundly tired afterward. I haven't been able to partake in ice wine picking since 2013 due to timing and other issues, so it was nice to pick up some easy cash for my efforts. My crew mates from the cane propagation job were also on these crews, so I suppose it might be considered coverage continuity. And in doing ice wine picking, it is as a "flock", picking together so again, closer than normal proximity to all my picking colleagues.<br />
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I also met up with two associates from prior vineyard jobs in the past 5 years; as before, they were friendly and conversant. None of the "don't know you" act that I get so often. And too, it was nice to be a known quantity in a herd of 40 or so.<br />
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I was a big fan of Unsolved Mysteries in the 1990's, but I never got to see even half of them due to other evening commitments and events. I have long sought to see the entire series and catch up on the updates, and was glad that Amazon Prime put them on their video offerings. Hence the binge watching of Unsolved Mysteries these past three months, usually no more that two episodes per day. Since I the onset of this abuse-athon and exposure to all manner of unconventional technologies and inflictions, along with seeing a bigger picture out there in terms of human history, I don't view nonfiction shows with the same perspective as I formerly did. Perhaps one could call it a jaundiced perspective after being put through the mill (and continuing) of unconventional abuse. And I have begun to notice some common themes in the more unsavory events, excluding the "Lost Loves" and similar feel-good episodes.<br />
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One theme I notice is that the police, charged with investigating the crime, seem in many cases to be reluctant to do a thorough job, particularly with many apparent suicide events, usually disputed by the victim's family. In these, the police just don't want to know, and even the prosecutor jumps in and refuses to re-cast the assigned death as "suspicious" or "homicide", even in light of later information that clearly points to another explanation, often after the grieving family has exhumed the body and had it professionally re-examined.<br />
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Often in these cases, the victim seems to signal themselves in advance by doing something peculiar to attract attention, though unrelated to their later demise. In one instance, a young man traveling by vehicle from Alaska to Washington State through British Columbia, Canada, is stopped at the Alaska-Yukon border because he is carrying a handgun which is not permitted in Canada. (The border officials always ask Americans if they are carrying firearms into Canada, and as he was the son of two medical doctors, surely he would of been better prepared). Said man later ends of dead from a hitchhiker he took on, but even the nature of picking up this person just seems odd in detail, and not filling up at this outpost when it was his intention to do so. With long distances between settlements in northern BC it is imperative that one fill up one's tank. I found there was some discontinuity in the details, and of course, the perpetrator was never found.<br />
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In another Unsolved Mysteries episode, a military soldier hangs himself, which "happens" to be three weeks before his good friend at another base also does the same. The story focuses mostly on one of these two apparent suicides, but what I found curious was that it was on a Sunday, and the soldier happened to forget that he was to be on duty that morning and someone from the unit went to his on-base accommodation to inform him that he was required for duty. The soldier was dressed in civilian clothes when he was informed, and said that he would change into uniform and join his unit. He never did, and was later found dead from a self inflicted hanging. It just seems so curious that this soldier with an impeccable record somehow "forgot" to show up for duty that morning, was clearly unprepared when informed, and then suicided. Like as if he wanted to be noticed before he did himself in, a highly unlikely scenario IMHO. For the record, there were many other anomalies that put this apparent suicide in the suspicious column, not just my own perspectives.<br />
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Another example of signalling was a victim, who in advance, visits a number of colleagues in the small Colorado town where he lives, and then heads out hiking, and not particularly dressed for the conditions, at about 1600h into the mountains in winter. That is absurd; any winter time hiker would set of early, be well prepared and supply a route to another party. A few years later his body is discovered in the woods.<br />
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In at least two other instances of Unsolved Mystery episodes the police seem genuinely reluctant to consider other evidence and testimony related to deaths from satanic abuses. Perhaps nothing new there for those who know more about this particular angle, though it is not one I have known in any way. Perhaps this link (warning:a horrific read) to the <a href="https://educate-yourself.org/ps/satanismamericapart531jul01.shtml" target="_blank">goings on in Asheville NC</a> would explain more. You know, just the "usual; members of the judiciary, police, hospital, school system etc. are in on it. <br />
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I could do a lengthy TI's analysis of many Unsolved Mysteries episodes from the perspective that "nothing is what it seems", which is where TI's come from, almost by definition. But I shall refrain, as this would be surely an arcane and speculative thread that only TI's would benefit from.<br />
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And another online discovery of all things unconventional is this corker of a <a href="https://donaldmarshallrevolution.com/" target="_blank">treatise by Donald Marshall</a>. The gist of story seems credible, though quite unconventional, gruesome and ultimately perturbing; e.g.<a href="https://donaldmarshallrevolution.com/#secretcloning" target="_blank"> cloning of humans</a>, <a href="https://donaldmarshallrevolution.com/#vril" target="_blank">alien invasion of humans</a> (body snatching), <a href="https://donaldmarshallrevolution.com/#gladiatorsofthepit" target="_blank">gladiator fights to the death</a>, etc. Some of the historical speculations are a little off IMHO. And the particular underground military base cannot be far from where I live, or where my brother lives. It is quoted as "five hours from Vancouver" (BC), which places it either near Kamloops or Kelowna (assuming it is driven). The former is at the confluence of the Thompson and Fraser rivers, and becomes the Fraser River from there to tidewater at Vancouver, BC and may explain the incidences of<a href="https://donaldmarshallrevolution.com/#feet" target="_blank"> the severed feet</a> showing up on coastal shores.<br />
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The theme of cloning humans and the clone's particular inability to have consciousness while the subject (a "real") is awake does seem to play into the Psychpaths nonconsensual human experimentation objectives as I have come to know them as an experimental subject/victim. Specifically the perps' need to noisestalk me (or applying other coincidental intrusive external stimuli, eg. maser balls flying at me) at the very moment of awareness (consciousness) has long been noted. It is also curious that they had me watch Spartacus series recently, having a blood and gore component that I didn't care for, but which is part of these profoundly disturbing regular viewing events of the selected audience at this military base. It brings me back to the film, "They Live", and this select group who live among us who are in the know and are called for at certain times. Though who would of dreamed up this macabre activity theme? Obviously, (to me at least), it is the continuation of the perps' well established need for having life snuffed out while viewed by others, be it entertainment, war or other means, simulated or real. And now, with another parameter, is the life a clone or the original?<br />
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So which is it, Kamloops or Kelowna? (you will need to zoom in somehow on the above map; since MS Snip is such a wretched piece of ergonomic obstruction, I could not put geographic markers on. And MS Paint won't save anything any more). The "missing feet" discoveries identified in the above link point to Kamloops by way of these body parts floating down the Fraser River and mixing with the tidewaters surrounding Vancouver Island, both north and south. Though Kelowna has the second most frequent UFO sightings in Canada, a party that doubtless has a huge interest in all this covert and depraved activity. I don't know for sure, but for other experiences I won't get into, I pick the former. And too, one must keep a perspective that this too may all be disinformation.<br />
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But, should human clones be a reality, it would serve the purposes of conventionally bound law enforcement organizations to find a heavily decomposed body a few years later for which the DNA matched the victim/subject's. Hmmm.... a little too out-there to put that on Unsolved Mysteries.<br />
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Anyhow, a tour through recent goings on as well as some of my more recent macabre findings and speculations on possible connections. What this blog is about, if it is not recording the slings and arrows of being a TI and all its unconventional experiences, and thereby, perspectives.<br />
<br />AJHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010011060360051592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26452764.post-80105892222315992652020-01-05T18:03:00.002-08:002020-01-05T18:03:49.003-08:00They Live; indeed they may well do12-21-2019<br />
I saw the film "They Live" (1998) tonight. Both the main actor Roddy Piper and the director, John Carpenter, later said it was as documentary. Call it street people meeting up with science fiction, though not too much fiction given my experiences as a TI. Teleportation of personnel on demand; seen it. The police as the lap dogs of TPTB; had it done to me. Ubiquitous Fuckwits in a curious choreography that has the target's every move anticipated; I live it. The film has been called the original "Matrix". No choices in colored pills in my experience though. Nowadays it is down to a dull roar of gangstalking my ass, even for the little that I get out and about, especially in the guise of current Christmas time activity. And those funky sunglasses of the film, where the protagonists discover them and then are able to see aliens from normal humans, as well as the subliminal advertising. Just could be a "coincidence", (a loaded term, if there ever was), but a considerable number of the Fuckwits/gangstalkers <b>do </b>wear sunglasses in the most absurd circumstances; rainy winter days or when there is low and dingy overcast in the winter here.<br />
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But for FFS, why so much coverage of me with lighting pointed at me (aka pit-lamping) now? Every time I enter or exit my vehicle, the shopping mall, or other buildings. And not just one set, often a vehicle, but now two sets, usually at right angles or thereabouts. And across the street in the opposite lane-way, there has been someone "happening" to be in a vehicle with their headlights pointed at me about 80% of the time for the past six years when I get in or out of my vehicle where it is parked at my residence. Well, I suppose that got tired, so they replaced this over-obvious activity with a set of three newly-installed fixed lights on a garage that seem to be on all the time at night. Which may well complement the recent (09-2019) garage to two storey carriage house conversion in the adjacent back lane that "happens" to leave their outside lights on all the time, day and night. As to why the Psychopaths need to pummel me with bright lights all the time, especially for moments of vehicle and building egress, I don't know, but they have been absolutely consistent with this from the day they first went berserk/overt in 04-2002. That is, the onset of overt and highly abusive harassment.<br />
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And the parked vehicle squatting/stalking has increased of late. I first noticed this change in public behavior a week before the onset of their berserk/overt abuse-athon of 04-2002. I was at a grocery store that I formerly frequented when I lived in Everett WA, even though I was living in Seattle WA at the time. (I would drive S from the border on Sunday evenings on the I-5 and get my week's groceries there, as I knew the store and could get off and on the freeway readily). I could not figure out why all these males were sitting in their vehicles in the parking lot outside the grocery store, like there was some kind of drug distribution going on. I even mentioned it to my boss, who surely must of known that I had noted it anew, and he was possibly assigned to elicit my suspicions. Dial it forward some 17.5 years of relentless harassment and fuckery, and this public behavior, at this aforementioned level of occurrence, has returned anew. Obviously I am going to park in more remote areas of parking lots and draw them to me to make it more obvious, something they don't like to do. (Which they will likely counter by populating the parking lot with more vehicles and ensuring their wider dispersion).<br />
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Two days of highway blocking snow storms, today and yesterday, have prevented me from traveling to Victoria, as if this junket wouldn't be short enough. Yesterday all three routes were blocked, the lowest elevation route happened to have an rock fall rather than a snow storm. Well done, coincidence managers.<br />
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I saw the oncologist yesterday in Kelowna; my PSA score went up a little, when it had been down below 1.0 for the last two biannual visits. More tests and wait and see. Other diversionary banter took up the time, and likely I got mind-blanked too, as I wanted to get on with these infernal side-effect symptoms that have annoyed me for the last two years. I was told that would take two years to ameliorate, which they haven't. And now that two years is done, I want some action. But no, not allowed.<br />
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01-05-2020<br />
New Year and all; same harassment shit. They even made a point of this on New Year's eve, then 30 minutes into the New Year, by scrambling me over my usual bedtime routine. The forced "forgets", forced finger fumbling, etc., just the "usual" shit. "Happy New Year" came through on the telepathic channel. "Fuck You" was my response on the native channel.<br />
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I am now back in my residence in Penticton, having drove Hwy 5 on 01-02-2020. I got ahead of a incoming storm, though in places at the lower elevations it was decidedly wet. The Coquihalla Pass route was slippery in sections with packed snow on the surface. The "usual" problem in these circumstances is the greater variation in driving speeds. The scared shitless creepers through to the senseless "just like dry pavement" drivers. Add in some highly annoying twits that have a habit of braking excessively for no reason, aka the "binder minders", and it is just like past winter driving experiences. I also saw a upside down vehicle in the opposite lane, but thankfully it was a freeway section. About a half hour I saw an ambulance on its way. But given the peculiar behavior of some drivers on this route in winter, who decide to ignore lane signs and park in the third lane for whatever reason, no wonder there are problems.<br />
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Two weeks with my perp-abetting mother doddering about, and not seeming to use her hearing aids, was sufficient to do my Christmas visitation duty. The city of Victoria was at its gangstalking best, per usual. I didn't get out much due to my limited visitation time, the inclement weather, but as always, I was forced to because of some items I "forgot". And the gangstalking assholes poured it on the most at the LD store; at least 8 of these Fuckwits "shopping" by standing around and doing their bend overs and no picking anything up. I had three locations in the store to go to, one of them being obscure, and they had Fuckwits posted at each of them for extended durations for no seeming reason.<br />
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I took my flatbed scanner down to digitize a number of my mother's pictures, but in keeping with the usual perp fuckery, the job didn't get finished because they NEVER let me finish a new job. They just love to have uncompleted work hang over one's head for as long as they can. I could never figure this one out, but it has been so highly consistent that it a given. An alternative in the work site is to have someone else finish my work. Whatever. Just go fuck yourselves and leave me alone.<br />
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The one picture that I wanted to find and digitize was the one that was formerly digitized back in about 2009, and "somehow" disappeared off my computer. It showed me at about three years old, with my 16 month old brother in a stroller, with my mother in front of a backdrop of Montreal's wintertime frozen public sculptures. For "some reason" my mother had left it out and I saw it, and I at once realized that the photo placed me in Montreal in 1958-59 for which I have no recollection for. I was aware that I have a three year recall deletion over this period, but this photo unequivocally placed me in time and location and yet I have no recall of being there then. And I have never, ever, forgot where I lived at any location, and I was first forming permanent memories aged 26 months, that being Montreal. As best as I can recall, this was a first Montreal stay, my father beginning his PhD studies at McGill. The aforementioned photo shows that my brother was about 16 months old, so it had to be a second and later stay, as I don't recall having any sibling the first stay.<br />
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At the time I digitized the above photo I also digitized some of my Seattle photographs of 2002, that detailed the anomalous "modifications" the assholes did to my apartment after they went berserk/overt in 04-2002. (I took the photographs to digitizing service then, as I did not own a scanner then). [And I thought that I had posted this photo to this blog at the time, but cannot find the posting].<br />
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As to why my photos got mixed with my mother's I have no idea. I wouldn't be so stupid to take my mother's photo, "borrow it" in effect, to scan it with some of my own, and then "somehow" dump all of them back when returning my mother's photo. I should of just kept it, for all that she remembers them anyhow, though her capacity for recall of this era seems to be highly variable. And perhaps for strategic purposes and not revealing as to what went on, and was I given the Dr. Ewen Cameron treatment, Canada's very own brain damaging doctor, supposedly in the cause of research, who also "happened" to be at McGill, during his reign of terror and error. Abetted by visitations of Dr. Mengele if the many sightings of this uber-mind damager doctor are correct, which I believe they are. Surely there must be a specialist category of doctors who engage in non-consensual human experimentation and too, cause brain damage? I don't know Latin well enough to develop a clinical category that adequately describes this particular form of clinical treachery.<br />
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Though I did find some photos that placed me in snowy conditions during that period, but none that unequivocally place me in Montreal. Once I get the digitized photos compiled, I shall put some in this blog.<br />
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Another "find" was an envelope of my daughter's hair, aged two. (Her first crop of hair was being replaced by a second crop at the time). This envelope was always in my camera bag but mysteriously went missing, and I assumed the ex had stolen it. Again, I don't know how she knew it was there as I never told anyone. But "somehow" in the middle of my mother's photo collection, there it was. This wouldn't be the first time that something was mysteriously went missing and was found in peculiar circumstances, and won't likely be the last.<br />
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Anyhow, enough of this posting and to get it launched.AJHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010011060360051592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26452764.post-39529476628466830592019-12-18T22:20:00.000-08:002019-12-18T22:20:26.814-08:00Return From System Hack #3 of 201912-16-2019<br />
Ah yes; the third extended (one week+) system hack this year, and still two weeks to go. All over the graphics card (GPU) this time. The word was that this X58 chipset motherboard could accept only certain GPU's of its era, 2010 when this one got put together. Somehow, I thought that all GPU's were backward compatible and there wasn't anything online to suggest otherwise. But as it "happened", the tech service outfit was pulling old PC's out of a commercial operation and they had these old GPU's that "happened" to be compatible. Ergo, a new-used GPU and I am up and running again, As usual, the timing was wretched; I was in the middle of an Inkscape drawing job, hobbyist level that is, when this here PC went down. And we know who just loves to protract completion don't we? Its their signature card.<br />
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As if my stumbling and putzing with Inkscape wasn't enough delay for crissakes, as this drawing project was at least six weeks in the making, and I haven't any prior experience with software based drawing tools, though I do know a little about computer graphics terms from my GIS and mapping software days. (And to be clear, my woeful ignorance of Inkscape and drawing software was the problem; there is nothing wrong with Inkscape as a drawing tool). I suppose they, my keepers, must of known in advance, as I managed to finish the job yesterday inside of a couple of hours and didn't hit the wall like so often before. As if that effort wasn't enough punishment, I will now load it into a CAD program, a free one, and attempt to enhance the part to add three dimensions to it (specifically flanges), rather than the two dimensional flat plate it is. (This a part off a pair of secateurs that needs improvement, given that it is an annoyance, even if the design is at least 30 years old). And a warm-up for improving another part, an assembly if it works out. Such are the idle hobbies of a TI; having any influence is not allowed, -you only get to putz away on your own as your keepers run interference and determine the limits of progress each day.<br />
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And if you think I am being outrageous, I am speaking from personal experience of being harassed and abused by the Psychopathic assholes for 17 years. If two shrinks also say I am being "persecuted" (oh so generic), then maybe the film director John Carpenter would be more convincing with his film, "They Live". On <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ORrasstzfEY" target="_blank">Youtube</a>, (5 min.) some decades later, he declares the film to be a documentary (LOL) when it was originally intended as science fiction. I only recently discovered the film, and haven't seen it yet, but in reading the promotional copy, he had it nailed:<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">They influence our decisions without us knowing it. They numb our senses
without us feeling it. They control our lives without us realizing it.
They live. Horror master John Carpenter (Halloween, The Thing) directs
this heart-pounding thriller. Aliens are systematically gaining control
of the earth by masquerading as humans and lulling the public into
submission. Humanity's last chance lies with a lone drifter who stumbles
upon a harrowing discovery a unique pair of sunglasses that reveal the
terrifying and deadly truth.</span></blockquote>
And yes, much of Hollywood science fiction is in the realm of "prepping", that is, preparing us for future realities that may be revealed to us at some future date.<br />
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Back to my reality; I am back on vineyard work in this cold snowy weather. This is the
esoteric, though boring, job of collecting canes for future propagation.
A given varietal and clone block of vines is tested for viruses in
advance, and if OK, we then collect canes of good quality and within the
size specifications to then bundle and then ship them to a propagation
facility. There, they undertake sanitation practices, excise sections
with buds and then grow them into plants, and then later graft them onto
rootstock of a different variety chosen for Phyloxera resistance and
growth habits. The buds on these canes will be the planting stock (scion
part=fruit) for new vineyard plantings in two years. Just to think, a small
band of broke-ass vineyard laborers (no Mexicans available at this time
of year), whittling away in the snow and cold for eight hours a day for
some 8 weeks, provides the primordial feedstock for this industry. Bring on tissue culturing I say.<br />
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Yoga tonight; more absurdity, this time the male-female mix. For years when it was 95% female, and I was the only male, it was about 50:50. I hadn't seen so many dudes in class, some eight of them and seven females. The ridiculous bare chested dudes were there again, flab and all, and hopeless as ever, save one muscle bound creature. I hadn't seen a bulked-job able to exhibit any flexibility until tonight; most have been ridiculously muscle bound and stiff. The noisy breather male was there again, getting huffed over nothing. All in keeping with the ongoing Psychopathic incremental obsession over visually exposing me to males. Add in the cute blonde babe, the instructor in this case, and we have yet again, the time-honored Psychopathic stalking stunt of babe-and-then-fugly-dude insertion, then repeat. Fuck you and your relentless orchestration of all minutiae in my visual field; I will stick with the babe only for my visual lift.<br />
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Finally I got there somewhat earlier, and still they had the planted Fuckwits in my usual mat location. I took a spot at the back-center of the room, (now the assigned alternate location, more than this visit), and had an empty mat space next to me. Usually they plant some Unfavored freak (fugly dude, tattoo-attacked Fuckwit etc.) there at the last minute as class is about to begin, as they know I would avoid such a freak if he/she were positioned in advance. But not this time, but instead an extended reversal session with everyone facing the back wall (18" away in my case), and the aforementioned perky blonde instructor arrived beside me to demonstrate the poses. Could be worse by far; e.g. the male instructor with the beer gut of a few years ago.<br />
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....here are some of earlier the notes I made off-line while this PC was in the shop again... Of particular note was the kidney stone episode. Thanks assholes.<br />11-26-2019<br />The Psychopaths pulled a good one today, only 1300h as I write this up. At 0230h an excruciating pain started up on my R testicle and reached into my abdomen. At first I thought it was their direct beam torture, even if the last I had was in 2003. Then, stuffing metallized cloth in my pants stopped that stunt dead. I don't possess countermeasure materiel now, but this morning I used a flat steel lapping plate, and it did seem to work for a few seconds. I tried a few other objects, and in combination they were effective in pain abatement for 30 seconds or so. Not long enough for a reprieve by any means. Various postures of bending over, crawling etc. seemed to help, but not for long. The pain kept up for an hour or so, and walking around seemed to ameliorate it some. Then the telepathic message came in real clear; "this one is for real". Eventually I got dressed and drove myself to the local emergency ward, booking in at 0513h. <br /><br />The first doctor didn't have a lot to say or examine, and said he would get a pain killer. After about 40 minutes of continuing pain, often leaning on the bed as it was too painful to lie on it, I was administered some morphine, which as it turned out, did nothing. About 0630h, a new doctor came in on the shift change, and suggested right off the bat that it might be a kidney stone, something quite outside my experience. He got an ultrasound scanner which was attached to a laptop and scanned me on the bed. He seemed more certain that it was a kidney stone as my R kidney was slightly larger than my L one. He ordered a CT scan, and then indicated he would use a ibuprofen-type pain killer, as the opiod type (prior morphine) aren't that effective for kidney stones. Anyhow, I got the scan, and follow-on blood tests, and an urine test. At about 1015h, the doctor said it was confirmed; a 3mm kidney stone poised at the bladder exit. Not a big one thankfully, as 6mm (1/4") and larger are considered large, the largest being about 13mm in his experience.<br /><br />This was the day that I was to drive to Kelowna for a 0900h IV treatment for iron supplementation. I phoned to cancel the appointment as it was clear that I was not going to have sufficient time for this medical episode and associated tests and an hour drive. During this process of being treated in the emergency ward this morning, three nurses kept mentioning setting me up for an IV, one saying it was needed for injecting a contrast agent prior to the CT scan. But she didn't set one up, and within 5 minutes I was on my way to the CT scanning procedure. Another mentioned that she was going to inject me with pain killer via the IV needle, but didn't fit one, and then changed up the injection plan and directly used a syringe. Surely they know what the needed steps are for preparing a patient for a CT scan of abdominal soft tissues are, so why mention one step (IV tap) that wasn't necessary, as well as confusing me as to their intentions and not following through, and not even informing me that one wasn't needed after all. Even at the end as I was preparing to depart, another nurse came by to ask if my IV tap had been closed. Like WTF; I didn't get an IV, and yet again, another gratuitous (IMHO) mention of "IV". So what was that about; it just seemed to me that it was an exercise in gratuitous name dropping of a term ("IV") that was specific to a planned treatment, for another purpose, in another city at about the same time. Call it an orchestrated contemporaneous-and-same-method-event-but-displaced-by-distance (and putative purpose) stunt. Putative, as the nurses suggested it, but seemed (to me at least), to have no intention of administering it. Anyhow, quite the mouthful, unless any readers or TI's have a more succinct term, (say, "do the same thing (or have it done to the victim) at the same time, but elsewhere"). Maybe other TI's have experienced something similar at the hands of the Psychpaths/Perps.<br /><br />Though I am quite sure there were many objectives served in this morning's seven hour kidney stone episode, delivering substantial pain being one, and right at my testicles being another. Long time readers will recall from my Introductory Story, that the Psychopaths hounded me relentlessly in Seattle when this escalated harassment first came on in 04-2002, and one of their worst in-situ torture methods was to publicly deliver excruciating pain to my testicles as long as I wasn't near metal objects. And once I realized this, it was readily defeated by me keeping metal objects (or magnets) in my pants pockets. I will never forgive the fucking insane assholes for that one alone, and if I had the freedom and the resources I would hunt down every fucker who had anything to do with that depraved atrocity.<br /><br />Another objective of today's kidney stone fuckery would of been to have me in unusual juxtapositions; e.g. crawling on the floor (in pain, at home), leaning against the wall to temporarily alleviate pain (at the hospital), disrupting my sleep (eventually getting some light sleep for about 90 minutes on the hospital bed after I got the right kind of pain killer), injections of two kinds of pain killers, cancelling an appointment, and the early morning hospital visit. Not to mention the intense vehicular gangstalking activity around me when I was attempting to reverse my vehicle and and leave from the parkade. That is, four vehicles converging and/or contingently waiting, plus a pedestrian party of two that was timed to cross behind my vehicle and keep me in place so the vehicular gangstalkers could then perform their contingent ("hold-up") choreography, aka supreme clusterfuck. Add in another vehicle that just had to drive slowly beside me when I first walked out of the building into the parkade, and three more that held me up on my way out by cutting corners while traveling so slow. All this in the parkade that I traversed countless times on last year's three month construction gig.<br /><br />And a footnote to the hospital visit; the "usual" furtive or evasive looks from the staff, save the admitting nurse and the CT technician. And the second doctor managed to make eye contact, but what a fugly tattoo mess on his one forearm. The first doctor knew he would be long gone at the shift change, so why not protract the agony with a vague diagnosis and the wrong pain killer for an hour before his much younger colleague took charge? Surely to fuck he had seen kidney stone patients before? After it was all over, I phoned the clinic for the iron IV appointment re-booking, and the woman being a nurse, and she said kidney stones were more painful than child birth!<br /><br />Yoga; hadn't been for four weeks because of the "usual" long running disruption game they pull (wiped me out with sudden tiredness, statutory holiday, and then a harvest party)....... and the place was 3/4 full within five minutes of available entry time, ten minutes before class start. I would usually arrive at this same time and the room would be virtually empty. Now, "for some reason", the majority of the class has somehow erupted in coming early. And the ridiculous heavy breathing and groaning of last time had also "somehow" abated even if there was at least 40% more yogis. (Same instructor, same class type). By the time class started there had to be at least 22 yogis, the most I have ever seen. I had the woman in front feet 12" from my head, and the woman beside me also slid in a whole lot closer than usual. The guy behind me, while having a lot of room, always wanted to close in on me. Like WTF, three of them, closing in on me. Said dude was also big on standing up so to be visible when I was leaning back; in my warm up, and again when we did this pose in class. (And it is exceedingly rare that this pose is performed in class as it is considered advanced and most yogis cannot to it.) And don't the Psychopaths just love it to have dudes lingering and standing over me if it can be arranged with plausible denial.<br />
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...some TI and alternity material that I gleaned from my forced hiatus from blogging.....<br />
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<a href="http://stopthecrime.net/docs/thematrixdeciph.pdf" target="_blank"> http://stopthecrime.net/docs/thematrixdeciph.pdf</a><br /><br />"<a href="http://stopthecrime.net/docs/thematrixdeciph.pdf" target="_blank">The Matrix Deciphered</a>" by Robert Duncan, 2010. Surely one of the most
educated and accomplished US Defence Department employees who became a
TI. A 194p magnum opus on the technologies of just how easy it is to
remotely invaded. one's neural energy field, and then apply similar
neural gleaning (from a database) to others to then remotely change or
guide behavoirs. Also, he has familiarity with discreditation methods
and the whole supporting propaganda show. Worth a read, but it will take
some time to absorb, given the 194pp. The bottom line; the technology has been around
for at least 30 years. A quote;<br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="font-size: x-small;">"My apologies to the human race
for my contribution to tyranny. I was tricked into thinking it would not
be misused by corrupt government especially in my beloved country. I
was wrong. The Joint Non-Lethal Weapons Directorate has Skip Green on
the governing board. One of my old colleagues at a technology think tank
in Cambridge partly in charge of the radio frequency weapons testing
for neurological disruption now torturing and killing people worldwide.
Several other US Navy and UK Navy scientists have been knocked-off and
that is why I have come forward. I know my time maybe near. I am
currently a professor in computer science and business, helping to
educate the public on government corruption, greed, and stupidity. Like
my ancestor Lincoln, I am fighting against mental slavery in a new Civil
War engineered by the same useless elements in over 80 government
agencies who have tested radiological, drug, and viral weapons on
unsuspecting Americans for over 45 years"</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: sans-serif; left: 120.04px; top: 833.297px; transform: scaleX(0.917618);">"I have interviewed over two hundred people and worked on the highest level of military projects </span><span style="font-family: sans-serif; left: 120.04px; top: 856.297px; transform: scaleX(0.91168);">for the U.S., NATO, and U.K. and have given videotaped testimony to senators and </span><span style="font-family: sans-serif; left: 120.04px; top: 879.297px; transform: scaleX(0.904908);">representatives on this topic resulting</span><span style="font-family: sans-serif; left: 423.683px; top: 879.297px; transform: scaleX(0.907776);"> in lip service since they have no real power to enforce. </span><span style="font-family: sans-serif; left: 120.04px; top: 902.347px; transform: scaleX(0.908653);">Two high level FBI agents and a couple CIA agents have come forward to validate the existence </span><span style="font-family: sans-serif; left: 120.04px; top: 925.347px; transform: scaleX(0.9144);">of a</span><span style="font-family: sans-serif; left: 150.44px; top: 925.347px;">n</span><span style="font-family: sans-serif; left: 165.44px; top: 925.347px; transform: scaleX(1.04992);">MKULTRA</span><span style="font-family: sans-serif; left: 264.233px; top: 925.347px;">-</span><span style="font-family: sans-serif; left: 270.833px; top: 925.347px; transform: scaleX(0.918831);">like project that continues to grab random people for mind control </span><span style="font-family: sans-serif; left: 120.04px; top: 948.347px; transform: scaleX(0.934014);">experimentation. Two of</span><span style="font-family: sans-serif; left: 323.283px; top: 948.347px; transform: scaleX(0.891385);"> these have since become part of the program and endure daily </span><span style="font-family: sans-serif; left: 120.04px; top: 971.347px; transform: scaleX(0.906172);">psychotronic tortures. All the torture can be done using directed energy psychotronic weapons </span><span style="font-family: sans-serif; left: 120.04px; top: 994.347px; transform: scaleX(0.914939);">with the so called continental ballistic missile surveillance defense grids."</span></span> </blockquote>
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And you think it is just the government, huh?<br />
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Of minor interest is that somewhere in this opus he mentions that an ideal abuse/nonconsensual subject would have a high natural dopamine level. Well, perhaps he is mistaken, and not attempting disinformation. I can personally attest that a <u>low </u>dopamine candidate is an exceptionally desired subject, 65 years worth in all, and I have the brain scan to back up my ADD (=dopamine deficiency).<br />
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<a href="http://stopthecrime.net/mind.html" target="_blank">http://stopthecrime.net/mind.html</a><br />A
rich vein of credible TI and mind control material on this site, though
not well organized. One could spend days on all these links. A bit hyped, and I don't know who is managing it.<br />
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<a href="https://educate-yourself.org/cn/Never-Use-Google-Use-DuckDuckGo.com-for-Unbiased-Non-Tracking-Unfiltered-Search-Results-24jan19.shtml#top" target="_blank">https://educate-yourself.org/cn/Never-Use-Google-Use-DuckDuckGo.com-for-Unbiased-Non-Tracking-Unfiltered-Search-Results-24jan19.shtml#top</a><br />If you didn't know already, don't use Google, Youtube, Chrome. The article explains why Google has slowly become so lame-assed these past ten years and seems (to me at least), is becoming the non-agenda contra-search tool.<br />
<br /><a href="http://stopthecrime.net/ProjectMKULTRA_Senate_Report-1.pdf" target="_blank">http://stopthecrime.net/ProjectMKULTRA_Senate_Report-1.pdf</a><br />Project
MKULTRA, The CIA's Program for Research into Behavioral Modification,;
The Senate Joint Committee on Intelligence, 1977. 178pp. NOT the Church
Committee, but a follow-on meeting to rake then-CIA Director Stansfield
Turner over the coals about the small amount (but important) of MKULTRA
financial records that were (conveniently) discovered after the Church Committee
submitted its report in 1975. All the MKULTRA records were thought to be
destroyed in 1973, and this committee is now revealing the records that
were unexpectedly found in the finance records. And the committee hearing minutes show that the CIA was
chastised to follow up on all the affected victims, har, har. Its like
asking the fox, after given free reign in the chicken coop for 30 years, to aid the
maimed. This kind of softball admonition makes me wonder if the whole
game was rigged on both sides. At least we can thank Richard Helms, the CIA director who attended the Church Committee hearings for the startling revelations of their nefarious and illegal handiwork. Too bad it got it got a bye in terms of legislative redress, but hey, what did you expect from government, who, in the immortal words of Frank Zappa, is the "entertainment division of the military industrial complex" (!)<br /><br /><a href="http://educate-yourself.org/cn/janetrippintro20aug14.shtml#top" target="_blank">http://educate-yourself.org/cn/janetrippintro20aug14.shtml#top </a> <br />
Jane Tripp; major alternity here. Looks like fascinating stuff, time travel. I don't really buy into "time travel" per se, but I do believe that TPTB can insert imagery into any real-time scene and that some forms of photography just may pick it up momentarily, simulating time travel subjects, depending on their dress and associated props. After all, how many times have still frame cameras picked up UFO's when no one saw anything? I have been scanning my life's pictures these past two months, and I cannot say that I saw anything peculiar like EMF or scalar waves, pre-harassment and abuse onset. I shall give this site another close read and see if it applies to my case. The perps really didn't tip their hand of covert surveillance and control until 04-2002 when all hell landed on me and hasn't let up. Some of the latter pictures do have some peculiar lights and/or damage, and may show up here at a future date.<br />
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Enough for a posting, and to alleviate me from feeling that I haven't been keeping up. And too, enough for Christmas holiday reading, of a kind.AJHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010011060360051592noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26452764.post-41402105686219568072019-12-11T22:21:00.001-08:002019-12-11T22:21:28.793-08:00Same Title as Last Posting11-18-2019<br />
Just when I want to put this together, why, another MS Windows upgrade and lo, if I didn't get some 30 crashes over the day.<br />
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[In fact, this should be titled System Crash #2 of 2019, as I suffered another three week outage for repairs following this write up, but before it got published].<br />
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And too, I have been roundly emotionally pummeled, with subsequent evening recovery time, by this male co-worker who is the most unpleasant and denigrative person I have ever encountered on a job. Not only is he uncommunicative and affrontive, he doesn't explain what he is intending to do, thereby exacerbating the already tense situation. Add in some dissonant diversions like, "we must work together", and then he doesn't (never did; totally out of character), and even more specific task dissonance such as, "we must cut (trellis) wires together", when he hadn't, and then continues to ignore his own directive. And if I am momentarily waiting for him to be available to cut the wires together, he gives me shit. A damned if you do, and damned if you don't kind of guy, along with being insulting. Add in the unsafe practice of him cutting the high tensile steel trellis wires by himself and letting the end go, which is very springy, and so it comes flying some 60' back at me. (Dangerous as the wire tip can cut one, or take out one's eye if not wearing goggles, though I do.)<br />
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Anyhow, when one views going to work with trepidation and angst, it isn't a good gig. Add in my (likely exploited) ADD nature of not getting instructions right the first time, along with his minimal or no direction as to what to do, its a scene where someone figuratively lit the accelerant in terms of interaction. Or, in the perp oversight context, have the victim be bullied and verbally cut down, constantly.<br />
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And what might be the reason for this? Why, it is a momentary way (at least) to deplete the victim's dopamine. And furthermore, should one be bullied and emotionally abused during one's developmental years, it leads to permanent brain changes, and not for the better (<a href="https://jamanetwork.com/journals/jamapsychiatry/fullarticle/2472952" target="_blank">per JAMA paper, here</a>). And so it comes to pass, that yet another social problem that is widespread and increasing all too much if the whole media show is to be believed, that is, bullying, has a dopamine depletion component. And it just might be purposely applied to the population at large for this same reason.<br />
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Not too put too fine a point on it, but also, societal crippling with opiods and like addictive substances, delivered in great quantity the by the CIA, (e.g. Mena) etc. also cause release of dopamine. This runs down one's own natural dopamine feedback and generative capabilities, leaving one dependent on an exogenous supply, aka, addicted. Another world wide, and an significantly unfortunate one at that, dopamine depletion study on the population at large IMHO.<br />
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Just speculating of course, but with yours truly a dopamine deficient ADD sufferer, and a TI since 04-2002 after a lifetime of being covertly monitored, surveilled and remotely controlled to some extent, this whole human experience of dopamine reduction, depletion, and other imposed jacking around with such a vital animal hormone, (and it is, not just a neurotransmitter), this whole world wide dopamine study theory seems to tie together.<br />
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While TI''s are in the hot seat as study subjects, and kept acutely aware of their plight while always being under their (TPTB) thumb, some or much of the rest of the population may well be at least monitored in some capacity with respect to their dopamine, genetic and bioenergetic interactions. And too, with the relentless media promotion of "love", (a neurochemical surge of dopamine), this state too could be another worldwide dopamine study coming from the opposite direction. Well at least, it may answer the long running question all TI's have, "why did they decide to pick on me?".<br />
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Though in fact, the answer is likely to be many faceted. One's endogenous dopamine state is one selection criteria (aka, nonconsensual research parameter), but I suspect that blood type and lineage is another, one's energetic profile, skin color and the melatonin and dopamine interaction, one's knowledge comprehension and retention capabilities, and a few others. I don't buy into the organization retribution angle much; likely they (the covert researchers) had the victim/subject lined up since birth (as it seems in my case) and then staged a workplace stunt, say, to then cause an event (say, whistleblowing) that paints a picture of the organization invoking a nefarious retribution targeting of the individual. Sure, perhaps a few may suffer this fate, but should this "happen" to you, I would re-examine one's whole life and the interesting coincidences, aberrant behavior of others and other high strangeness to see if there was a pattern all the while. I cannot think of anything more humbling and perturbing to learn that one's life was an orchestrated fraud all along, and all one's family and friends are nothing more than treasonous quislings on the stage.<br />
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Anyhow, now 12-11-2019, and I will get this posted and call this much delayed missive done.<br />
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<br />AJHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010011060360051592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26452764.post-42499698848838316012019-11-10T23:16:00.002-08:002019-11-10T23:16:38.927-08:00Return from Another System Hack11-03-2019<br />
A whole weekend off, a rarity of the prior job, but I had to give it up as I was feeling so trashed from the physical duties and the long hours, six days a week. Now, for a prospective month or so, I am back doing viticulture duties. My new employer is in the business of viticulture services, that is, undertakes the duties for vineyard owners who don't wish to do or manage the work themselves. In some cases it is established wineries, other clients are small holding owners, others wish for a single service, say spraying etc. They manage some 300 acres over some 40 clients. In other words, lots of variety and different tasks, even if it is near the end of picking. I have been working on vine pulling the past few days on one site, as this particular plantation hasn't done well. On another site, I was helping the surveyor to lay out the end post locations and the line posts. Hopefully we will have time to get the posts in before the pegs get buried in snow, as it has been cold this past week.<br />
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And by way of another system hack, it seems I have a temporary respite before another crash, this being the "Pink Screen of Death", a little more colorful than Microsoft's gift to the world, the "Blue Screen of Death", aka BSOD. In the case of the former, pink and white squiggly lines suddenly inhabit the display and it freezes inside of a few seconds. Microsoft Windows invoked recoveries are hopeless. The bad news it that the problem never got fixed because the PC repair shop doesn't know what the problem is, even if they replicated it with several different graphics cards installed. A new PC they say, the drivers are out of date, Nvidia doesn't make them anymore, the PCIe is 2.0 when the current standard is 3.0, blah, blah etc. It seemed like grim news, so I spent most of the weekend studying the problem online, using the spare PC, also prone to flakiness, though of a different kind. (Boot up is peculiar sometimes). And it doesn't have access to this blog and allowing more postings, hence the hiatus. In other words, this blog posting could be held up yet again should this here PC have another squiggly line episode.<br />
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But I should be clear, I am not alone; this problem has gone back at least 8 years to prior Windows versions, and there is no certain remedy. Some say it is drivers, others say power fluctuation from the power supply, others say graphics card age, others say memory, others say its the CPU. That's four possible problems already, but the thing is that I never had a problem like this until after the RAID card was installed in mid summer. That was in response to the motherboard's RAID "somehow" not working correctly, hence a prior workaround that had to be attended to as no one was sure it was really in a RAID disk array.<br />
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I cannot count the number of times I have wanted to back myself up and have greater security of my computer files, and I am constantly thwarted. (RAID1 and greater makes multiple copies on different storage devices at the same instant). And there is only one outfit on this planet who has such a consistent track record in foiling my every effort, this one in particular. It has their modus operandi written all over it; once helpful PC techs now don't have a clue, and aren't offering much help, and over this same technical issue. Just what is their fucking problem? RAID arrays are ubiquitous, and have been around for 30 years, and yet I get constantly fucked on this issue. (For example, the above-mentioned on-board ASUS RAID "failing"). The whole RAID card installation this past summer, possibly the real culprit in the PSOD games, never would of happened if the usually reliable motherboard's RAID array somehow didn't work.<br />
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And too, the Psychopaths seem to get such a delight in having me function on another system, (above mentioned flaky starting PC), build up my habits there for a few weeks, (represented by lots of tabs open, as well as doing picture scanning), and now return me to the main PC. Now, I have to pull all of these efforts and interests for the past two weeks together, and get them back on one organized location on one PC. The perps just love that stuff; different files in different places, and the prodigious effort to get them back as a single unified collection, as well as getting my open tabs altogether. Easy you might say, all on a single home network. But no, Firefox won't synchronize the open tabs for "some reason: (even if set up to do so) , and Windows "somehow" doesn't see the PC 2' away that is on this network and is running. Well done assholes; the easiest and most natural thing to do, consolidate one's files and efforts, and yet this constant sabotage that creates this bifurcation and then furthers the sabotage so the effort is 50x more than what it needs to be, at greater risk.<br />
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And whatever this insane fuckery is about, over "distributed data" (more like a mess of unmanaged copies) and thwarting efforts to pull it together into a logical whole, is the very same issue for what I was employed for from 2000 to 2009, when designing and building a relational database for forest inventory sample plots. The organization idiocy, self-defeating fumbling, putzing and contractor fraud that I had to deal with was astounding. Finally, when I had budget authority, I hired a few good guys and assumed the role of a playing coach; I knew the business, did the major forestry analysis, and my guys put it into code, forms, tables, reports and did all the database admin to push changes through. They also contributed to the data analysis as I did not have sufficient knowledge about the business of data processing, and in one case, one of my guys came through with a magnificent model to deal with the myriad business rules, no matter what the context was, from data loading, valid values, to business reasonableness, to downstream data derivations etc. Anyhow, a magnificent project in the end, despite the organization landmines and loony traps placed in our way. But all related to the very same issue of the last four weeks; messed up data in different places that should be consolidated, logically arranged and secure. And yet again, (per above) more sabotage on this front, even if it is just "little old me", thankfully without organization adversity thrown in; "just" technical adversity this time. A word to the Psychopaths; just leave me and my data the fuck alone; I am quite capable of managing both, and would be a whole lot better at it without constant interference.<br />
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Aside from working with some new characters this week, and presumably, for the next three or so, I got some scanning done my photographs, some in negative form, some as slides, and some as prints. It is going to take a while, never mind cleaning up some of them as the color prints are yellowing some, and even the slides are losing their color intensity. Which will mean substantial playing around with image processing software. The Psychopaths made sure I was roundly annoyed at the outset as the software that came with the scanner; it won't handle 48 bit color. Like WTF; that is the standard for digital photographic manipulation, so perhaps one day I shall have to pony up for Photoshop, though I am going to give the free GIMP a shot at first to see if I can pull out the best in my old photographs.<br />
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And as this PC is much faster and with more memory, I will also pursue my new CAD interests; there are some much needed (IMHO) improvements needed for my hand pruners, and the parts need to be designed first. Although I have knowledge of raster and vector image processing in Geographic Information Systems (GIS), I am finding myself on a new road of refinement when those concepts ares taken into CAD drawings, based on my scannings of the parts. The scanning and the CAD interests are two similar and interesting pursuits I was also deprived of these past two weeks while this here PC was taken out of service. The Psychopaths just love that too; begin an initiative, or even a task, and then get "presented with circumstances" (read arranged interference) that cause its delay and for me eventually (usually) to be able to return to the effort. Well done assholes; there isn't a single thing that hasn't been hacked and/or delayed since this insane harassment began in 04-2002.<br />
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And in many cases before 04-2002, it was already prevalent, but not to this present level of consistency and obviousness. Though prior to the day infamy when the perps went berserk/overt in 04-2002, I suspect that in the event I began to make mental notes of peculiar similarities, they backed off to maintain their cover and not have anyone put in a unexpected position of making up more stories that just didn't add up. And too, fail my (then mediocre) lie-spotting skills, now much more elevated due to this concerted orchestration of stalking, fuckery and imposed adversity.<br />
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11-04-2019<br />
Another day of pulling vines; I was the guy setting the choker on the trunk below the graft union, and the other guy ran the tractor to pull them out. A near 8 hour day of this to finish the job, and I was too bushed to go to yoga. I got all dressed up, decided to lay down to relieve my back, and just couldn't bring myself to get up and go 30 minutes later. Hence a continued lie down, and no sleep, just too whacked out to get up. I never experienced these kind of "In-between" sleeps/rests before all this abuse came down, and I reckon this is one more of their sleep/rest fuckery games. If I wasn't too bushed doing this last week, then why was I so wiped out today with a weekend off?<br />
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At least the Psychopaths didn't interfere to the high level of vexation they imposed last week; the chain would jam and bind unexpectedly, plant debris would somehow arrive and find its way to obstruct my vision as I was about to set the hook on the chain, or other fuckups that were just relentless. I would seem to me that at least sometimes things would go my way, but no, it was fight with the plant debris, chain etc. And that is typical of how they like to interfere; lay on extreme adversity at first and then slowly back off some, but on occasion, they will bring back some components from their adversity arsenal.<br />
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And just as well I skipped yoga this week; last week they near stacked the class with half males, highly irregular by any attendance I have observed. At least eight in a class of 16, most never been seen before, and seemingly they all got trained by the same Fuckwit in advance to lay on the heavy breathing. It was ridiculous as it was laughable; like WTF, here we are in a rest position in mid-class for a minute or so, and some idiot-male is doing heavy breathing. Yes, once they did bring a male jelly-gutted male and plant him around me for about six classes, and he was terribly out of shape and should not of been in an advanced class, and he was doing heavy breathing and sweating to keep himself going. But these dudes, while not real yogis, aren't nearly as flabby in the main, and here they are in heavy breathing mode. And for crissakes dudes, keep your shirts on, especially the flabby one.<br />
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Obviously, the Psychopaths are on a campaign to increase associated maleness in my proximity, as they have been slowly and steadily increasing the dude count in yoga. Then every few months, they reach a set point, and put in all females in the class, and until another set-point (it seems), they incrementally add more males. Thanks assholes, I can do without them, even if you are on a campaign to exercise/expose my subconscious traumatization reactions (abreactions) to males, which very likely were part of the abuse during the Lost Years, when aged 2 to 5, when my recall was wiped out. I have read enough from others of that era, and it wasn't pretty. Others, such as Anne Diamond, still don't know what happened to them. In any event, I don't need to be rehabilitated, I just need to be left the fuck alone. But they never get that. Which suggests my abreactions are a barrier to more brain and energy fuckery and research they have in mind.<br />
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11-05-2019<br />
I picked up vine trunks and carried them to the roadside for 4 hours, and that was my work for the day, despite prior assurances the Boss Man was to show up with a trailer and I was to help him load and dump them. He phoned around 1100h and said that he would help tomorrow, and later in the evening, my co-worker said he would be doing this tomorrow. Being new to this outfit, and the Boss Man, it seems that surely he can show up if he commits? I had my doubts though, as he showed me X-rays of his artificial hip, and it just seems that active vineyard work isn't the best thing to do for him. Earlier this year, he re-injured his artificial hip, so I am sure he must be favoring it so not to repeat such an episode. So why the stated commitment to help, and then backing off, twice? Whatever; another human behavior mystery to resolve.<br />
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And what is with the stalking at SOF still at a high pitch? I got royally hounded on my last visit three days ago during the afternoon, so I figured I would go back today, later at my usual visit time of 1900h or later. They were still on my ass at the chocolate section again, putting on successive stalkers within 3 minutes of each other. Funny how sparsely populated aisles (at that time) just "happen" to have people around when I am at my usual haunt. <br />
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Binge -watching Unsolved Mysteries, the original version this past month.... It just seems that some of the stories don't add up. Or more to the point, there are many additional questions to be answered and the show is failing to ask them. On other occasions, the police and prosecutors are deliberately dragging their feet and not doing their job of investigating the crime scene properly. Perhaps I should do a critique of some of these stories, but perhaps it has been done by someone else (like a blog). In one case, "The Boys on the Track" (as in killed and laid on a railway track for the train to run them over), "happens" to have considerable connection to the drug smuggling activity at Mena of the Clinton-Arkansas governance days. It took considerable effort on the part of one of the parents to get the body exhumed and re-examined, as the coroner blew the case off as a drug induced misadventure. Eventually an "uncertain" determination was made, meaning the police aren't going to do much either. But, when reviewing <a href="http://arkancide.com/" target="_blank">Arkancide</a>, likely much more recent than the Unsolved Mysteries episode and its update, there are some who contend that they know exactly who killed the boys. And lo, if that person didn't get Arkancided.<br />
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11-08-2019<br />
My regular co-worker is becoming more gruff and pissy of late; and it isn't me screwing up as the nominative cause. Along the way I learn that he has had prior sports concussions. And it seems that he has a penchant for alcohol consumption. Great; another unpredictable boss/co-worker situation, and even looking worse than the last gig.<br />
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We were doing trellis wire installations, and he was decidedly uncommunicative and unsupportive. I even helped out him considerably by packing my own hammer and a tool pouch with staples in it, and lo, if he didn't lose the other hammer and need to walk the row to retrieve it. Then he forgot the bucket of supplies we needed, when he was the one who brought them to the vineyard. All by himself no less, and not the usual Psychopathic set up of having me misunderstand his terse directions and I get it in the ear.<br />
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Last week I was getting some contradictory instructions from him about the vine pulling, and had to plainly ask him what he wanted, when he suggested that he didn't want me to do what he originally asked for (and no change in circumstances). And he was cranked that pulling a vine was taking 15 seconds, and I assumed he had done this before. At the end of the job he tells me that he hadn't done it before. Like WTF; job safely and job accomplishment are paramount, and it takes as long as it takes. Another day he is cranked about the Boss Man needing us to for a rock picking job as the wire trellis job was taking too long. (Well it didn't; it is just that he spent 3 hours getting the truck and supplies before he began, and then later (per above) forgot to bring some of the supplies). I replied "woo-hoo" to the rock picking job, as in, "ain't that exciting", and that clammed him up. He seems to be constantly cranked about how long jobs take, but most of the delay time is taken up with getting supplies and vehicles.<br />
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11-10-2019<br />
As it "happened", he also has a landscaping business, and I committed to moonlight for him before it became apparent just how pissy and uncommunicative he is. It became another survival situation; keeping one's head down doing whatever one thinks he wants when he can change his mind for no apparent reason. You know, just ream out the help because they are supposed to be able to read his mind, and don't bother with explaining any context. At least yesterday he didn't round on me too much as there were two other helpers on his leaf raking job.<br />
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A longer than usual run without a posting, but here it is.AJHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010011060360051592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26452764.post-47307999221779532932019-10-21T14:44:00.001-07:002019-10-21T14:44:42.530-07:00Back From a Windows Upgrade10-15-2019<br />
This PC, which seems to be the only one that can access this blog for whatever reason, is back to operational. I appears the BSOD problem was due to Windows updating and imposing its drivers over top of the drivers that were working just fine. Just to think that dear old MS's remedy for like malfunctions is to update the drivers from <u>their </u>website. That is, replicate (and re-impose) the problem-causing issue. Well done boys and girls. It just makes me want to go to Linux all the more rather than be cast deeper into a Kafka-esque circular techno-perversity that has no reason to exist in the first place.<br />
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Well I suppose my keepers just might of had this all planned some 17 years ago. Back then, when they first went berserk/overt and continually hacked my home PC, I attempted to go to Linux in an attempt to avoid their intrusions which were so boldly frequent and invasive then. I forget why I gave up Linux then, but they were certainly hacking me and taking it down whenever they wanted. Since then, I came to realize there was hardly a breath I took, or a notion I had, that wasn't orchestrated in advance, so doubtless that short (6 months) Linux episode served some ulterior purpose.<br />
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As did other feints and fuckery of the day. Back in 2003, when just out from illegal incarceration, my pal from my teens and 20's "happened" to drop by, all the way from Hamilton ON to Victoria, BC (4,000 miles apart) where we grew up and hung out. That he had no particular reason to be there, as his parents were both deceased, (and had moved to Parksville BC anyhow), seemed to get a blow-off excuse. Anyhow, we chatted at my parent's place for an hour or so, and it was perfectly obvious that he didn't want to talk about recent events, like, the total (berserk/overt) life invasion, the perps and what their agenda might of be, criminal police involvement etc., all extremely topical to me and very much at issue. I had previously assumed, or more like, was planted with the notion, that the harassment onset of 04-2002 was the beginning of this, and that anyone I knew from long beforehand would be trustworthy, as in not involved. Not that I requested him to act on my behalf or anything, but I assumed he had nothing to do with this rain (or reign, as it became, now 17 years into this), of intense and highly coordinated abuse. About six months later other clues became plainly evident that I was in their sights long ago, likely from birth.<br />
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So during this above naive phase of understanding the scope of my harassment, as a TI "only" a year or so, (more than a minute is fucking hell on earth IMHO), why, my good pal (per above) just "happens" to drop in from 4,000 miles away to chat. Of course, when I later realized that I had been kept as a TI from the get-go, naturally my pal had to been involved. Then, when recalling many past interactions with him, it all made sense. All those quirky or smirky looks, the inside humor that he wouldn't explain, the peculiar and terse answers I often got as to why did someone do something incomprehensible etc., blowing me off about things I plainly saw etc. As with any traitors, I don't want to see the SOB again. He just "happened" to slip into that window of time from mid-2003 to late 2003 when I was still unaware that I was being kept as a lifelong TI. And too, he didn't want to know about any of the current abuses and insane fuckery that was so relevant to me, another tip-off of prior arrangement.<br />
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Anyhow, I have no idea why the Psychopaths like to have me swap PC's every so often; obviously there a myriad differences between the internet residence connections outside and the sights and sounds of interacting with the device. Differing wire colors, motherboard layout, and even a different monitor and keyboard. "Somehow" I forgot to get this (much preferred) particular monitor with an HDMI connection, and hence this bifurcated situation where this PC and the back up PC each have their own monitor. And separate mouse too, having prior problems with a KVM set up, where the same keyboard, video and mouse can be readily swapped with a keyboard stroke to a different PC. All a big deal for the Psychopaths, including the color of wiring and circuit board etc,, but I just couldn't care less. Just leave me the fuck alone.<br />
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Speaking of which, it is a four day long weekend for me, as the Boss Man texted last night, and indicated that he would not be coming into work today as he is taking the Mexicans, my laboring co-worker couple, on a tour of the Kootenays. Lovely country, and I did live there for three years, and as it "happened" they covered the very town I lived in and my many other routes. More of that geographic coverage of my former regions and routes by family and colleagues.<br />
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I had the option to work today if he could get someone to open up his business, but elected not to. And it served to tell me that I am still physically trashed and recovering from the heavy lifting and laboring work of the last three weeks in the course of digging holes next to the foundations, lifting steel plates, carrying 100lb bags of cement, etc. So... it tells me all the more that if it takes four days or more to recover from six days of this laboring job, that the usual one day off per week isn't going to cut it. And too, that I should inform the Boss Man that he had better find a replacement. We shall see how that goes tomorrow, though I would not be surprised that he knew this was coming.<br />
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And what is with these new variations of maser displays of late? I have long mentioned the black floating dots, often in pairs or triplets, and the filamentous drifting versions that can arrive suddenly upon seeing something unusual, or trace the very location on a page I am reading, and other specific situations. The latest variant is three or more undulating filamentous lines scrunched together, a filamentous parallel cluster if you will, which have more perturbing and edge detection impairing capability. A few days ago, I had my feet up on my work surface edge while watching something on this here monitor, and lifted my feet off for a bit, given that I am often imposed with momentary discomfort. And lo, if at least four to six sets of these filamentous maser clusters didn't suddenly arrive and sit over the very location where my feet had been for at least five or ten seconds, drifting right and left in unison by an inch or so, all of the same pattern. Like, as if, we need to get a magnetic reading on where your feet were ASAP, especially since they weren't on the ground, but on an elevated surface (an edge in fact). I don't give a shit; just leave me alone; I am not anyone's magnetically kept subject that I want any part of. Regular readers will recall that the last most reliable magnetic readings I got in my immediate proximity were around 1700Gauss, some 3400x normal background level. Go figure.<br />
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10-16-2019<br />
I told the Boss Man I couldn't continue to work beyond the week as the job was too physically demanding. He seemed to know it was coming, and concurred it was a tough job to do. I was set to work in the yard as the only employee today to cut 3" steel pipe into 16" pieces. The pipe sections were 6' or 8' and I lugged them onto the chop saw and cut them up. My back was not happy about it. As I was 40' from a busy two lane thoroughfare, the traffic noise was on high, and they even put on the infernal and much loathed HD motorcycle noise. Another trademark noise of theirs is the ill-maintained mufflered vehicle, replete with a manual transmission to keep the noise more ridiculous. Also, the "performance" mufflers, aka hot-rod like sound; plenty of them too.<br />
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A whole day of cutting metal pipe and sending sparks flying from the chop saw. The wind happened to come on, and so there was all manner of spark cloud variations. Another piece of fuckery that is more prevalent on this job is the intrusions to force me to take my safety wear off momentarily, or else the forced "forgets" over using it, e.g., visor on my hard hat. And lo, just when I pull the visor down, why, a sudden burst of muffler noise from the street heard through my ear muffs. The perps just love to add variations of what I am looking through; plastic visor material in this case, but other times, variants of glass or translucent plastic etc. And perturbing me with putting gloves on and off, and forcing far too many such events. Another variant on changing up my safety gear is for someone to start talking to me when I have my ear muffs on.<br />
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The Mexican couple weren't working today, but did come by to chat briefly, and of course, causing me to remove my safety gear to talk to them.<br />
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Never, ever, am I allowed to do a heads-down (and stay down until done) task with the Psychopaths on my ass. They constantly arrange disruptions, and in this case, breaker kick-outs as well. Even getting started was a two hour event; sure I had to set this up to get consistent cuts and making the repetitive process easier to perform, and there was an alternate chop saw I tried to fix, per Boss Man's direction, but I never got it going. And a total mind fuck about attempting to put a new 14" metal cutting chop saw blade on as well. Anyhow, I got it all done, with the Boss Man arriving while I was on my second to last pipe, and then he tells me when I am about to make the last cut, I should make it the last pipe as he wanted one full length to remain. Funny how the stalking show erupts when I am about to complete a task.<br />
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<i>Below: an add-on from the prior week, when this PC was down, in place of not having access to TI World on the Lenovo back up PC</i><br />10-08-2019<br />The PC is down again, and I managed to take it to the repair shop today, as it was a rare in-town work day. Because air compressors are in high demand due to irrigation system blow-outs (removing water from farm and residential properties alike), the labor job takes place tomorrow on site, an hour's drive away. Today I was cutting 3" steel pipe. I got set up with two pallets to support the pipe and set it up on the chop saw. No mean feat, as the sections were either 5' or 6' (heavy). The chop saw worked fine until it crapped out due to a prior cord burn. [Brushes as it later turned out]. Funny how these "issues" (that were there for the past two weeks) suddenly erupt into a problem when I am into a production run. The Psychopaths just love to mess with production runs when I am there. Longtime readers will recall the almost unrelenting string of "happen chance" disruptions when working on a wine bottling line. The sequence is entirely predictable; a series of stop-start problems at the beginning, sometimes for a few hours, and just when production is getting into a respectable groove (as am I), why, a disruption erupts. All to repeat itself with another wine, or bottle, label, closure change, until day 2 or 3.<br /><br />More pipe-cutting production crap out problems occurred when I found the replacement chop saw didn't have a hold down washer and bolt. A second one did, but was less powerful and invoked many circuit braker kick outs. That was largely due to the cut-off blade wasn't the same as what I was using, though same-rated and from the same manufacturer. As I was only 40' from a two lane thoroughfare I am quite sure a major vehicular gangstgalking was on as well, though I was mostly heads down attempting to deal with the onslaught of operation disrupting aforementioned fuckery. "No productive or efficient operation goes unsabotaged" is a Psychopath credo in my experience.<br /><br />And what was with the heavy gangstalking tonight when out visiting larger stores such as LD and SOF? A swarm of four to precede me at the checkout, one of whom lingered over the self-checkout I intended to use, (and did use, as it was the only one available), and two actually checked out groceries while the other two lingered nearby. One of the Fuckwits had to come in close to me to talk to his pal in mid-checkout, all in keeping with financial transaction stalking, their stock (or stalk if you prefer) in trade. And tailing me all over the store, doing the suddenly-arrive-behind-me game (no "excuse me" in this town). Another one arrived at the jerky section as I was there, just to obstruct me and piss me off and drive me elsewhere. Two vehicles at different angles with headlights upon exit at both stores; you would think I was royalty or something. The bum-stalk outside LD, still there on my exit. And wearing red pants to make it obvious; I loathe red pants on males for some reason.<br /><br />10-09-2019<br />A brutal day on mud-jacking today at the job. The "mud", actually a grout that slowly solidifies, comes out of a hose with a fitting on it and the connection is pointed inside a drilled hole in the concrete pad. As it happens, these subterranean voids are connected and will bleed grout out of holes and into places we don't want. Such as the garden bed next to the driveway, the 5' dug hole where the pilings are pushed below the foundations etc. And it is our job to pound in the rolled up empty concrete paper bags into these grout leaks in an attempt to seal them. Well, it isn't quite so simple as this is soil, and when a liquid substance is under pressure, it will leak out somewhere if the voids are filled. In other words, there were plenty of leaks, with me pounding away at awkward angles to get the leaks plugged. As part of this strategy, the Boss Man moves from hole to hole, so the job at one location isn't quite done before he wants it done at another. And in these circumstances he is at his worst denigrating self, so plenty of ill-aimed insults to absorb as well. And then a major clean up afterward so the grout doesn't sit in the hose or pump any longer than necessary. I was glad it was over.<br />
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<br />As it "happened", the Boss Man has a Cheech and Chong obsession, and they were in town tonight. He gave us each front row tickets, worth $125 no less. We cleaned up as fast as we could, traveled an hour back, and then had about an hour to get ready for the show. Not my kind of fare, but worth a visit, and so I went. It was well done, up to date, funny and not too raunchy. The Boss Man was such a fan of C&C that he paid an extra $125 to see them after the show for the meet-and-greet and autographs, some of it going to charity. He even scooped the C&C staff, and recited some of their skits from their first album he said. Only C&C themselves knew that his recitations were from their first album. Funny the things one learns about one's boss after hours.<br /><br />10-14-2019<br />Thanksgiving in these here parts. Always a weird-assed premise of a holiday for this TI anyhow. What am I to be thankful for as a nonconsensual human subject subjected to relentless imposed adversity and infuriation? Furthermore, the entire bounds of normalcy have shifted for all time; e.g. is everyone cruising near me a gangstalking Fuckwit, why have "coincidences" increased by an order of magnitude, why are so many normal people behaving strangely, and how is it that everyone knows I am a TI in advance of seeing me (i.e. is everything orchestrated)? Just a few starter questions, and I could make this a very long list. As I see it, I have nothing to be thankful for while being kept alive under the insane and abusive thumb by the Psychopathic Confederacy in search of what seems to be the Universal Wave Function (more below).<br /><br />I saw the Disney/Pixar film titled "Coco" a few nights ago, which was recommended by my Mexican co-worker. The story was set in Mexico on the eve of Dias de los Muertos, where families visit the grave sites of the buried. The theme of the film is a young boy manages to transition from the living to the dead world, and ultimately, back again and doing good in the process. What I found was interesting was that there was this world of the dead in the story, which of course mirrors many beliefs from other cultures. Also portrayed in the film, is the concept that if a member of the dead is forgotten by the last remaining living person (who has memories of them), then they will disappear from the land of the dead. I thought about this, also with the knowledge of Hugh Everett's Many Worlds Interpretation of quantum mechanics, as well as the Psychopathic assholes and their abusive research agenda. And too, human nature, (doubtless managed too) in that we typically do have events to remember the dead, be they national holidays, Rememberance and Armistice memorials, and the huge realm of named objects (streets, stamps, currency etc.) statues and other cultural markers. I don't exactly know how all this fits together, but if humans are nonconsensual human subjects, and placed here on Earth for that very purpose, then studying the living and the dead just might be another facet of the Psychopath's research agenda. I know from personal experience that the Psychopaths engage in no end of memory fucking games, aka "forced forgets", and they also like to plant memories (persons most often) in mind that are entirely irrelevant to the context, and so it just may be that they are also exploring the material world (the tangible present) and the "soul world" (the dead) energetic associations. All to possibly elicit and identify the Universal Wave Function, as espoused by Hugh Everett, who stated that it is unlikely that we could not determine it on this single planet. Anyhow, just a few associated thoughts on this topic, as I am sure it will direct some of my reading in the next year or so.<br /><br />From low brow Cheech & Chong to mid-brow show by Jill Barber at the Dream Cafe, Oct 11, two nights later. A magnificent show and one to remember for a long time. She was personal, personable and was in excellent voice. A request tour apparently, where requests are submitted in advance, but as she indicated, somehow there was a "glitch" for this show and no advance requests were received. The "somehow glitch" thing again. I didn't get the focused stare from the performer like so many other shows, but she did a song in serenade style, and walked to most of the tables while singing one song. And so, while sitting at the table at the back wall near the stairs, why, she walked down the aisle singing and did arrive 2' away from me (as she did for many others), and we did make direct eye contact. Long time readers will know that that nearly every show has at least one of these direct stare moments from the stage performer, from the stage, but in this case she came directly to my table making direct eye contact, and in the context of her serenade, many others experienced too. At least I did not receive the attention of the microphone pointed at me to finish the last sung word of her song as did one other patron. All in good fun. Even more funny was that she signed autographs while singing, holding the microphone in her armpit. Even more arresting was her negligee-like outfit for the second set, perhaps enough to make Miley Cyrus blush.<br /><br />Enough of the snippets from now and before, and I shall attempt to get this posted before another sudden crash.<br /><br />AJHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010011060360051592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26452764.post-40617006852040233532019-10-07T20:40:00.001-07:002019-10-07T20:40:13.163-07:00Don't Want to Know09-30-2019<br />
I work with this Mexican couple on this hole digging gig. They aren't the most productive, even if they speak good English, but they are nice folk, friendly and engaging. Sometimes I wonder if this whole gig isn't a big arrangement; like why would the Boss Man be so nice to them when they aren't real laborers?<br />
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Anyhow, they like to know how I am each day, and I tell them what it is. This morning I was suffering from the continuing effects of yesterday's mysterious ailment. That is the sensation of bruised ribs and sore muscles in all my torso, as if someone had walked on me. I told them exactly that, and they didn't seem the least fazed as to what this mystery ailment might be. And as they knew I felt like crap, you think they would of asked me how I was doing. None of that. It just seems so peculiar they didn't inquire at any time over the day, when they are really caring people. I suppose they aren't allowed to ask, or just don't want to know. Regular folks behaving strangely is nothing new in this harassment gig, and shame on me for thinking they would be any different than the hordes of arranged stalkers out there.<br />
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Slowly over the day, I felt better, getting over the torso musculature abuse I somehow suffered. I had something like this three years ago, and didn't have a clue as to what I was suffering, and two doctors didn't seem to have a clue, even if they had a grin on their face. Nothing funny about that, let me assure you. I wasn't even sure I was going to live when going through this imposed awfulness.<br />
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10-01-2019<br />
A three party male decend-on-me stalking when I was finishing up with the jackhammer this morning at the residential house work site. OK, I get it; tool use, beginning, use and cessation is a big deal. But will you assholes tell me why it is so important? I really don't give a flying fuck, save that I like good tools, take care of them, and never lend them out.<br />
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And what is is about my co-worker on my ass, using the tools I was using without so much as a mention. A very polite guy, and suddenly without mention, he has to use the bucket I was using for my small hole that I was digging for a piling support. (I was using this pair of small buckets all afternoon). I am in this dug hole next to the foundation some 5.5' deep, and then he asks if he can finish the job. NO. Then he wants to do the jack-hammering to take off the concrete excess wide of the footing. Like WTF; I am 5.5' deep in a hole, and it makes perfect sense that I continue for this 10 min. task. Answer was NO.<br />
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Never mind he has the unerring knack of getting in my way much of the time. These same nutzo take-my-tools (when I obviously haven't finished using them), take-over and get-in-my-way stunts were exactly what my Russian emigre co-worker was pulling last year. Funny how that "happens". The Russian guy was smart and construction savvy (but had some inexplicable pissy moments), and this guy is neither,- quite different cats with the same habit of running interference.<br />
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Then we decided to test the hole depth under the footing with the piling mount, a 20lb piece of welded steel plate, channel stock and pipe stock, and we lower it down the hole. I am in the hole and place and test it, and decide that we need another inch of height below the foundation footing, as in digging down. The hole is 2'x2' and he tells me it is easier to dig down by moving this steel piling mount aside, it being at least 15" wide. Like WTF; how can I even get a shovel around it? I say NO, and lift it up for him to receive, and dig the hole an inch deeper. Will someone tell the Psychopaths I do not like to have claustrophobic co-workers crawling up my asshole in attempting to do the very thing I am doing (competently), with the tools I am using and attempting to stand in the very location I am? Just go fuck yourselves; I have had enough of this shit, and that would be 17 years of intensive stalking coverage and a prior 47 years of covert fuckery that had a lot of similar themes. And for the record, if you can back it off for 47 years such that I don't detect the obstructive fuckery patterns (usually), then you can back it off right fucking now. In fact, back off 100% and leave me alone.<br />
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10-02-2019<br />
A shorter work day as I had a scan on my L hand at the hospital and then went to work in Osooyos, an hour drive away. A good thing too, as it was a brutal day, with concrete cutting, jack hammering, concrete removal, etc. to 1730h.Then an hour drive back with my crew member, on our own time. And the dust and dirt too. I don't think I am up for this particular flavor of construction work, as well as the long hours. And when we go on the road it is 12 days straight, 2 off, and on the road again, all with a room mate. How should I make my exit?<br />
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10-04-2019<br />
The Boss Man was on a major griping day; I was one minute late (said is was OK last week), then over price of gasoline, every fucking thing it seemed- low testosterone maybe? He could of helped me when I was 7' down a dug hole, mentioning how to detect more rocks (that send the piling start the wrong way, but wouldn't get me the tools). And he was no help in getting the piling mount (above mentioned 20lb piece of steel) out of the hole, somehow inferring that I can dig with it in there, again, a 2'x2' space in the bottom of a dug hole.<br />
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I catch the work travel vehicle low fuel issue before when set off, as I drive it work bound, (I don't
retain the vehicle overnight) on account of him cheap-assing the day
before and not filling it up (when he could of, but didn't) and he goes
all pissy . I should of got a medal, as he was the one who forgot.
Imagine running out of gasoline on the highway with his only three
workers...<br />
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We travel back (one hour) on our own time, but he phones before we leave on where to fuel up, to save 10 cents a liter, a whole $5 on filling the tank. Right; three workers in a vehicle with the fuel meter malfunctioning by pointing the wrong way (down when full), on top of him forgetting about to fuel it up, and he goes silly over saving $5.<br />
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Every day I swear I am going to quit this gig, but "somehow" I get distracted.<br />
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10-06-2019<br />
Sunday; yesterday's work day went OK. We are back filling the holes now, so the heat is off and the Boss Man doesn't need to be there full time.<br />
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But, this here PC is crashing right and left, and the spare one is having its problems in attempting to boot up. And the spare PC also temporarily freezes when viewing videos online. And it won't let me access this (my) blog. And did I not have both PC's fixed and examined this past summer? Yes, and even having a back-up PC is subject to sabotage. No good deed, (or intelligent anticipation of fuckery or sabotage) goes unpunished.<br />
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So... if there is a dearth of postings for the next month, you will know why. AJHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010011060360051592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26452764.post-6996428719703040372019-09-29T22:15:00.000-07:002019-09-29T22:15:26.800-07:00Password Exclusion Loop09-29-2019<br />
And what new deranged email access blocking stupidity has Yahoo come up with? I am to verify that I am who I am; everything is OK, I got my password right, then had to verify my alternate email which I never use, the one that Google foisted on me. And lo, Yahoo claims I was sent a verification code and I never got it. (I tried many times). Like WTF; I am blocked from my Yahoo email because of some bone-headed stunt over a "verification code" that I never received because of an association with an email address that Yahoo wishes to make for this same email address that I never wanted in the first place. Even Kafka never concieved of something so bizarre.<br />
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Well done Yahoo; only MS and Google do stupider techo-tautologies than you, but you are joining their rank. How about you send me this all important verification code to my cell phone text instead, something that I do use? Or, how about testing this inanity first, or perhaps that is the point; how to piss off your customer base.<br />
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Sunday, and supposedly a day of rest, but I had a lot to do. My L thumb is bothering me with some pain, and certainly reduced function. This has come on in the last three weeks after some prior months of sensation, but nothing bothersome. And if that weren't enough, I have an all-body pain, as if someone were walking up and down my back in the night. My rib muscles are sore and I have at least 20% reduced flexibility. And instead of one imposed ailment following another, why, they are now beginning to lap them. That is, before one is done, the next is coming on. Go fuck yourselves.<br />
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Anyhow, by dint of huge fluke, I got into the walk-in clinic yesterday with no waiting. Normally a two hour wait on Saturdays, and one had best be there at the crack of 0900h, opening time, as there are already some 8 to 10 others at the door. But "for some reason", no one was in the waiting room. Good thing too, as I forgot to bring a book. Anyhow, the doctor treated my forehead lesion, in the area that had skin surgery in 02-2019, with cold nitrogen, so we shall see how that goes. I also asked him about my L hand pain, and he ordered an Xray for it. It was news to me that an Xray could see arthritis, but he said it can, and so I will.<br />
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That is, whenever I can get to the medical imaging department as I am working 10.5 hour days, and then travel another hour back from the job site. I am digging holes at the foundations for a house that needs its carport leveled. Another one of those situations where the builders just don't do a good job of foundation preparation, and once they have scooted, the Home Owners Warranty fund gets stiffed. In the case of this house, it was lifted under the Warranty, but the garage has dropped after the warranty ran out. We got a real weekend this time, because the forecast was for rain all weekend, and it would of turned our diggings into a mudbath.<br />
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Which meant that got onto all manner of errands and chores these two days past, as getting spare time when other businesses are open is going to be a rarity. Hair cut, leg wax, ditch the recycling at the depot, dump the unneeded stuff at Value Village and otherwise pour it on. At some point yesterday afternoon I got sacked with a motivational lapse, and then putzed around online. Today, I got my landlord's weeding done, and even waxed and cleaned the inside of my vehicle. I like to wax my vehicle twice a year, but with this dreary and wet September, when one ordinarily can get a tan, I was pondering that I may get shut out. That would be in accordance with the Psychopathic imperative that no good habit goes unsabotaged. And with a forecast for rain for half the day, I thought I was about to be shafted. But somehow, it held off all day, and I got the job done. And even had the motivation to clean the inside for all the dust and accumulated debris. Not only that, I got to clean the wheels for the first time. Normally they sack me with demotivation after the vehicle body is waxed, and have me clean the interior weeks later. But to my surprise I got all this done, the second time ever in seven years (14 wax applications) of car ownership during this 17 year long (and continuing) Fuckover.<br />
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And what has the world come to when the Grey Lady, The New York Times, <a href="https://www.zerohedge.com/political/dumba-fking-white-men-hating-nytimes-editor-has-left-board" target="_blank">keeps a blatantly racist reporter on the editorial board</a>, only recently demoted to a subsidary. An Asian woman by the name of Sarah Jeong dumps on whites, and this is OK by the NYT editorial board. That she is Harvard educated lawyer adds that extra bit of high perversity to a rag that is sadly in need of a credibility fix. (The NYT has been long seen by TI's a protector of the Psychopaths, not interested in objectivity by any means.) Change the race, skin color and lo, we have something that would not of been permitted even 50 years ago. I suppose this might be the straw that broke the camel's back for some, but the NYT needs to get a grip on reality and exercise editorial leadership instead of pandering to the latest (or requested) hate mongering fashion. Disgraceful in the least; and possibly a stunt that will save a lot of trees when the presses stop.<br />
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A short post this week as I have been so tired from my long working days, which are likely to continue for two more months.<br />
<br />AJHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02010011060360051592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26452764.post-81506133751906046212019-09-23T20:21:00.002-07:002019-09-23T20:21:41.347-07:00Digging Holes09-18-2019<br />
A job interview this morning with a contractor who does building leveling. Seems that he wants laborers to dig holes at the foundations for hydraulic jacking. It was about the most informal and oddest job interview that I've known. I was raining and he hadn't arrived, but a young and slender Middle Eastern woman with reasonable English was there, standing outside the office. I introduced myself, and she made no move to invite me inside. Not that she struck me as a hole digging laborer either. The Boss Man arrived a few minutes later, and he introduces himself, and begins the interview, outside in the rain. A sketchy Middle Eastern male, possibly the spouse of the young woman, also arrives and stands behind the Boss Man. So here we are, four of us, standing out in the rain when there was an open office door 4' away. As to what the Middle Eastern types were doing hanging around and not explaining anything was just plain strange. In fact, I find it downright perturbing to have anyone hang around that doesn't seem to have a purpose, anywhere. (This was long before I knew I was a gangstalking target, and or course, is much worse now). Even harmony singers with larger bands I find annoying, even if it isn't a direct threat to me. So perhaps the perps are adding in these Shiftless Shits, (the SS), just to get me unsettled for whatever reason. Perhaps to one day determine the neural energetics of being gangstalked, so they can gangstalk more naive targets who will be kept in that state because they are neurally influenced to this deeper degree and their similar reaction (to mine) will be defeated. Just a passing speculative notion as to what they might be up to.<br />
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The Boss Man begins to tell me about the job, and that there is about 60% work on the road, staying two to a room, and working 12 hour days at times. And he details the rest of the particulars about the work, e.g. pay, etc. I ask him some questions about the nature of the business and work conditions etc. We speak for about 15 minutes, and it turns out he wants me to start tomorrow, which is doable. So I am going to give it a try, and see if I can do this gig, as it seems labor work is all I am going to get. Last year's bullshit interviews over viticulture assistant jobs made it loud and clear; no supervisory or collaborative work for me, no matter how much experience I have to offer. Ditto on doing tractor work; it continually doesn't happen no matter the obvious opportunities at the vineyards I have worked on. And in this highly orchestrated existence, there are no coincidences, just plain obstructions until I find someone that hires me.<br />
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But what a shit show this morning in getting ready; the Psychopaths scrambled the shit out of me, (to piss me off as a minimum), put on a profusion of extra road traffic, and even threw in two pointless errands, where each of the businesses was closed.<br />
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On the way home, more traffic overload, and even a helicopter turning overhead at my residence, kind of making it obvious that is all they were up for. I cannot count the number of aircraft that do turns overhead here. At least they didn't put on that particularly noisy single engine fixed wing aircraft that is so regular.<br />
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I went swimming last night, a serious hour long work coached out. It turns out that the coach is one of the top triathletes in W Canada. He seemed a decent guy and offered some swimming improvements. Three other swimmers were there, not quite the crowd I was accustomed to in the bigger city, usually 20 to 25 per practice.<br />
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09-19-2019<br />
A three nines and two ones date; a big deal for the numerology types, though it means squat to me, as I don't really follow that stuff.<br />
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But a day where I am beat; I began the house lifting/leveling outfit today, and dug holes next to the foundation for at least 8 of the 9.5 hours at work. What a fuck of a job, never mind how physically taxing it is. My co-workers are a young Mexican couple, though he seems like a Middle-East type from Europe. They speak good English, and are respectful, cooperative and polite.<br />
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The latter three qualities were lacking from my Russian co-worker last year on the four month long mill-work (cabinets and counters) installation job. That little shit was constantly on my ass, waiting to grab the tool (even if mine) I was using from my hands as one example of him irking me. He operated under a beat from a different drummer, despite my long running entreaties and attempts to connect with him. Even if he was about 27 yo., he seemed to be looking for subservience from this (then) 64 yo. Finally, when he was having a pissy fit for no seeming genuine reason, I had to go back to the basics and tell him that I didn't work for him, and if there are any calls on variation to specifications (the apparent issue), the foreman makes the call, not him. That pissed him off further. I cannot think of a more thankless co-worker for all the job training I gave him. Sure he was smart, but was by no means infallible, and disinclined to cooperate if there was an out. Some of my drill bits and tools went missing at the end of project; they were locked up every night, and it seemed that whoever took them had specific knowledge as well as access. It may of well been him too.<br />
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Anyhow, I don't expect any such antics from my new co-workers in the least, and the Boss Man seems pretty mellow, but is decidedly knowledgeable and connected with the house (and structures) lifting business. And has a decent sense of humor no less. All for the good if I can take the physical work.<br />
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And on account of the above mentioned mill-work outfit (more stories there, but I will refrain, though likely covered in past postings), who are now doing another project in town, and who strangely (IMHO) re-hired the aforesaid Russian shit in place of me, I am now digging holes at foundations so the mounts under the footings can be placed and the hydraulic ram can launch steel tubular columns to stop settling and re-level the structure.<br />
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As it "happens" the Psychopaths have a long running interest in me being exposed to soils and trenches, and too, go silly with noise-stalking and gangstalking each time I enter or exit a building, so it would seem this latest gig just plain suits their nonconsensual human experimentation purposes to a "T". Add in the tool switching needed to dig out the holes (5' today), another one of their Fuckery interests, and lo, one has another Perp-Perfect Fuckover job for the TI Victim (me). This is a small business, with a high demand for services, so it would seem this could be a longer term gig. But as long-term regular readers will know, the Psychopaths don't let me go for more than two years at a gig, so one has to wonder what their exit plan is.<br />
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09-22-2019<br />
A day off today, Sunday. Two prior days of digging holes (same one), now down about 10', and a few inches more to go. We need to bucket the soil out of the hole as it is too high to lift. But we are under the footing at least, and his piling mounts need to fit underneath it. The boss is a slave master in that he wants 10 hour days, and doesn't pay for a 30 minute lunch. So that is 10.5 hour days, and the Mexican couple I work with don't seem to get it that I want to be gone at 1730h, but instead they seem to putz around and take another 20 minutes before all is closed up for the day. I am not a crack-at-8-hours-flee-the-job guy, and usually put in 15 minutes extra most days, but for longer work days I want to be gone ASAP.<br />
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And how does one get personal errands done when many business open and close after and before I finish work? I haven't mastered that one yet, and the Boss Man seems to want me to leave my vehicle in his locked compound and ride with the Mexicans from the shop to the job site. I will ask him if I can work shorter hours as I won't be able to get to yoga tomorrow at 1730h at this rate. I reckon I will end up with a job site direct to yoga situation tomorrow. (Or else he will nix leaving early, and thereby annoying me for the long term, as work on the road leaves even less opportunity to get local personal errands done). That is, dusty and dirty post-job and no chance to clean up before yoga. The perps like to arrange those kind of permutations and combinations, where they have me panicked due to unforseen delays (ahem), causing me to skip the normal sequence of going to my residence, and to my next commitment.<br />
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The all time Fuckover classic in this respect was when I flew from Spokane to San Antonio, first driving down from Nelson BC. The flight was likely on a Monday, and I flew back from San Antonio on a Friday. I expected to then drive back to Nelson, BC that day, and then proceed with my next commitment by driving to Victoria, BC on the Sunday. And lo, if all of the Spokane region wasn't fogged in, and the returning flight could not land, so it proceeded to Vancouver BC, as part of its intended flight route. Like WTF; if they cannot land they shouldn't proceed to another country IMHO. And "of course" I got snookered as I did not expect to need my passport which I had left in my vehicle at the Spokane Airport. And "of course" I got shit from the Canadian border control guy for not having my passport with me. A driver's license sufficed in those days, so it didn't become an major incident. I caught a short flight from Vancouver to Victoria, across the water from Vancouver, and then attended my business meetings there. All to screw me out of my expected routine of returning home before starting a new journey. Not a major deal, and it was in the pre-berserk/overt abuse days, but doubtless they were playing the same themes as they do now, just with greater and obvious intensity.<br />
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And too, the Fuckwits like to create fuckery events when crossing borders, so I assume that played a role in all of it too.<br />
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09-23-2019<br />
Three days of digging holes next to foundations last week; today we set the pilings and began to backfill to 3' depth. I was two days on a hole that ended up some 11' deep, about 30" square to get under the footings and put in the piling bracket. The Boss Man did the hydraulic jacking, and he got the steel pilings 15' down from the bottom of the hole. I believe he is going to raise the carport about 3" total.<br />
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And plenty of rain this past week, most atypical September weather for this region. Most of the dug out material was under a sheet of poly plastic so it didn't all turn to mud, or more like, a sticky clay mass thankfully. But there was enough small pieces that did to make sure plenty of mud stuck to my boots and got on my clothes. On with the soil games the Perps so much like.<br />
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I was allowed to split work "early" and go to yoga. The Boss Man likes to go 10.5 hour days, even while at home, never mind those on the road. A bit much to be sure. Anyhow, regular Monday night yoga started at 1730h, the same as his normal work end time, but he allowed me to leave early. I needn't of bothered though; yoga was an overpopulated shit show; at least 20 yogis, and two shirtless males arranged around me, one with a fair amount of "tat-splat" (tattoos) as I call it. And another three elsewhere in the room. I cannot stand the sight of tattoos, and these shirtless dudes also seems to be a new yoga phenonmenon as well. For the flabby white gutted ones; just put your shirts on and quit looking so ridiculous. Or, for the muscle bound "tat-splatted" dudes, why on earth do you even come to yoga when it is quite plain you are so hopeless at it? Doing weights does not make one flexible I have come to learn by observing these muscle bound tourist dudes, and besides, I haven't seen one yet that lasted more than about 5 classes before they get pulled and move onto whatever.<br />
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And for the fugly tat-splatted shirtless dude that just had to get too close to me, just back the fuck off; I don't need to see you lurking in my peripherial vision, nor see your sprawling self or the ridiculous bi-level haircut with the bob-job. Talk about hitting multiple Unfavoreds; dude, shirtless, tattoos, bob-job, and way too close.<br />
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And where do they get this new flush of yoga stalkers all the time? Maybe about 6 regulars, and all the rest are either recent, or just arrived yoga tourists. At least last week, they put on a gorgeous young babe with this lovely mane that kept cascading down. Most curious, as most women tie their hair back for yoga, but this babe (it seemed) needed to hide her face with her hair dropping down in front. I don't think I have seen such a display of women's hair at yoga before. In typical yoga tourist stalking mode, she wasn't there this week, as the pretty ones seem to get one-time stalking duty.<br />
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Anyhow, enough for a post I figure, and to call the week past done.<br />
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