Soggy in the Vineyard

07-23-2012
Back to work this Monday, and not only overnight rain that ceded when I got to the vineyard work site, but the rain came on about an hour into work, and stayed that way until the last worktime hour. So.. that meant a thermal sweater, rain gear and a fleece hat while tucking shoots into the trellis wires and snipping off high shoots and lateral branches. Nothing too thrilling, but the usual hot rod vehicle noise started up about an hour into the job, and lasted 20 min. or so. The builders below were doing realistic noise, instead of the ridiculouse one hammer tap per second nonsense. Later, they somehow succeeded in timing their tapping to just when I pruned a shoot, at leat three times in succession no less.

I got soaked down the right arm as I was reaching up most of the day, but we all knows who likes to selectively wet me and plant water droplets all around. Not an eventlful day, but maybe that is the best that I can hope for in these dire circumstances.

And as the perps like to do after a day's vineyard shoot pruning, they like to flash pictures of vine shoots in my vision as particular times, akin to noisestalking (arranged coicident noise with tasks of interest to them). Call it backflash-stalking, and they have made it worse than before, so once per minute isn't too disconcerting.

The roomie house games continue; this exquisite choreograpy of the raw foodist roomie "happening" to arrive in the too small kitchen when I am making tea, exchanging places, about to scoop my hot water. So then, she follows me in teamaking, also hovering over the sink. It is fucking tiresome to be constantly hounded by these arranged coincidences and shared items/foods/water immediately before or after me. This morning I find a jar of yellow mustard in the compost bucket. Before dinner, I find an avocado and melon remnants in the garbage/trash. All this in a recycling conscious household. Go figure.

Then I find out that one of my dessert plates that I "somehow forgot" to dry and remove from the kitchen this morning was taken somewhere and then returned this evening. I suppose these are the follies of roomie living, but why am I getting cognitively clobbered over things I would never forget?

And I see the perps are now allowing me to have tea from some kind of mesh fabric teabag, as I had been using either paper teabags or loose tea. And so it goes as I move up the complexity chain of experimentation subject.

On another experimentation front, I have been getting some kind of bug bites behind my R. ear when working in the vineyard, two days in succession. Normally, I don't miss any kind of insect chewing or probing me, and "somehow" this occured at least four times the first day. The next day the same thing, on the same side. The third day, about the same number of bites behind my L. ear. In the past, 2008 I believe, I had a sudden outbreak of bedbugs in my apartment, but I was never bitten. At the time, the perps gave me a rare telepathic rationale, indicating that they didn't want insect originated toxins in my system. So..., if one accepts that, then they might now be testing me with bug bites four years later.

And speaking of bites, the perps have been juicing me with rattlesnake scenarios when working on the vineyard, and of course, indicating that there is more than insect toxins they want to test. Naturally (har, har- nothing is natural in my contained world), they plant serpentine-like debris on the ground for me to momentarily misinterpret.

07-24-2012
Still on "shit refugee" status, being forced to take a crap at the mall again, Irritible Bowel Syndrome (IBS) leading up to it. No toilet games when there, just a parade of Fuckwits for me to see through the vertical gap in the door. And no less, one of them in a wheelchair for crissakes. the perps like to obstruct what I see and often confine me to see a narrow vertical or horizontal space to then put an Unfavored speciment into the narrow space. This way they can block out much of my visual cortex and have just a small portion get an abreaction to the Unfavored. They did this with a negro about a year ago, and  have done it with a motorcycle, fat girl, and as of today, a freaking wheelchair. And have I mentioned how I loathe the sight of these things? About every week.

And the perps also seem to be working hard on showing me wheel spokes, bicyclles included. The latest is a new spoke design which puts them in pairs. As me if I care, and I am sure the perps have many times.

A day of manual top hedging and tucking in the vineyard, now complete. It took two of us nearly two work weeks to do it. Not a whole lot of flexibility with a small crew (two). And some powdery mildew was discovered, so we had to do a fruit pick for affected bunches. But I got some suntan time in today, and that is all for the good, and the perps too in all likelihood, given their obsession over the effects of sunshine, as well as vitamin D production and brown skin. There is something about the etheric field and sunlight (and all EMF for that matter), and its interaction they need to find out.

And too, much extra noise yesterday as well as the rain, all for me to start pruning with the pruners I had sharpened on Sunday, the day before yesterday. I honed the hand pruners with three levels of diamond grit stone, and spent at least 40 minutes on lapping the flat side of the blade as it somehow became uneven and was degrading their cutting abilities. Then about 20 minutes on the bevel side to get them sharp once again. The carbide scraper didn't seem to be working very well, so maybe that tool has passed from perp favor, and they want me on diamond stones alone. The whole deal with cutlery, knife and cutting edges is such a big deal for them, I don't know where to start to explain it all. Suffice to say, I get plenty of noise at the moment I cut anything, from meat to pruning shoots and everything in between. It is just plain tiresome.

07-25-2012
A day of thining and pruning vine shoots, now on the Cabernet Sauvignon rows, which are extra prolific, with new 6' shoots since we were last pruning there three weeks ago. Not much fruit on these ones, and it seems that if I thin according to the fruit the trunk would be too bare, so I leave some non-fruit shoots in to fill in the trellis. Mostly sunny, some threatening thunderstorms for an hour, but they never got close. The way this vineyard work is set up right now, is that my co-worker is at the S. end of the property, and I am at the N. end, with the house and the rest of the six acre vineyard in between. The perps like to split me up from co-workers when they have the change, likely for some distant dependent energetic detection. And too, a powerline runs along the W. side of the property, and I was reminded of it with the snapping and crackling of the wires.

A haircut after work today, a rarity as normally I get it done on the weekend. Perhaps the perps have me scripted to work then, as we will be getting behind with my co-worker leaving in two days. And another change-up; I have been getting my legs waxed at the same appointment for my haircut, but it wasn't doable today. Changing my habits, even if originated and dictated by the Thems, is a big deal for their ongoing nonconsensual human research. And what was with the seen-before supervisor woman looking positively grotesque in glossy make-up and slicked crimped hair? A regular person turned into a freak maybe?

And a trip out to the grocery store after dinner, a real 20% off for the last Wednesday of the month, unlike three weeks ago when there was a total fake-out as to the day, and then belatedly learning that the sale was faked for a week after the fact. The landlady talked it up, there were swarms of gangstalkers/shoppers in the store, so it all seemed to be the last Wednesday, and it wasn't as I later found out when not seeing a 20% discount on the reciept. And that is but one example of how clueless they like to have me, and have no compunction about doing it; humilation and abuse is just the air they breathe.

And lo, if I wasn't "shopping stalked"; within a minute of completing putting my groceries away, why, the raw foodist roomie arrives and puts her groceries down in the same location that I did, and too, from the same store. My till tape was still on the counter surface and she puts her grocery bag next to it. I should of seen her in the grocery store, but "somehow" didn't, and maybe she stopped somewhere else when she arrived.

And a three times attempt to pay for my groceries; the first time didn't work out with the chip end of the debit card. Then the magnetic swipe was presented as an option, but it failed due to some BS error about funds. So the cashier took over my card for the third attempt and lo, if it didn't progress normally, but unusually quickly. My retinue of freaks and weirds were all around me; the first the aisle, then the back of the store and then the checkout stalkers were in silent wait mode as the aforementioned debit card games proceeded. About 20% of my debit card transactions fuck-up in some way; through cognitive dithering, apparent card problems, or network problems.

Then onto cleaning and honing my Felco hand pruners while she putzed in the kitchen, put her groceries away, and fussed with plastic bags. I have never met anyone who fusses around with plastic bags so often, another order of magnitude than the cashiers at the chekouts who always seem to have an excuse to mess with them there.

Another three rounds of the roomie-stalker being in the kitchen and the gangstalk-roomie has suddenly erupted too, all for crossing my tracks or planting herself just where I need to go. And then I do an online order, (read, financial transaction stalking), and a friend of hers arrives and they start blabbing outside my door. This constant proximity stalking is worse than a having a puppy home for the first time, except that it is every time, and it is driven by wilful and relentless malevolence. Said online order was suddenly truncated because the mouse wouldn't work for selecting two more items. So... the mouse did then resume working once I began the checkout process.

And while in the next room the roomie timed a sneeze at the exact moment I was confronted with yet another PC mouse failure, of which the frequency has been suddenly amped up to about 50% of the time. A reason to take it apart and to go through the fucking abuse of not "knowing", as in dynamically applied cognitive dithering, how to put it together again. Another excuse for a screaming rage show based on the last time the assholes had me fix the PC mouse.

07-26-2012
The roomie kept up her coincidental arrivals in the kitchen today; for breakfast at 0500h, and again when I got back at 1600. She had the stove occupied, ordinarily where I make my afternoon tea, but with four sausages cooking in a frypan, my teapot would be in the middle of all that. So forget it, another "dashed expectation" in this long running orchestrated abuse show. The raw foodist roomie is cooking up sausages again, so she cannot be vegetarian.

A day of work on the vineyard, continuing with tucking shoots and thining them out, with some leaf removal. As two rows were on the edge of a steep bank, I had to expend extra effort to attend to them when they were over my head and my footing wasn't secure.

Another forced shit at work again, and the toiletgetting plugged, even if it was an exceedingly small load. After two plugging incidents over the last four weeks, I didn't want to risk it, but I had no choice.

07-27-2012
A day on the vineyard, and good weather too. And in concert with that, the Fuckwits screwed me out of remembering to bring my hat and shorts in the morning. This is something I do every day on this gig at this time of year, and all prior farm work jobs of the last four years, and somehow I "forgot". They both get inexplicably damp by the end of the day, so I hang them up to dry, and that is where they remained all day.

A cracking good thunderstorm this evening though, thwarting plans to dry my laundry, as the dryer seems to be beating up my clothes of late. At least 20 min. of torrential downpour, with added hail, and one flash, crack and boom altogether outside, enough to make me wonder if the tree outside got hit. It didn't, even if my vehicle was under it. And I suppose this might of been an exercise in tree cover energetic differences, as only my vehicle was under the tree, and the rest were out in the rain and hail. After it was done, I took my vehicle to do my mall dump, and then to get some groceries. I got plenty of vehicular gangstalking attention, especially the big black monster pickups and the blacked-in wheels on other vehicles. If I don't like the sight of blacked-in wheels and black vehicles with dark tinted glass, I don't see why I have to be hounded in two countries and three cities by some deranged abusive Psychopathic Confederacy for over ten years as to likely subconscious traumatizations (aka abreactions) they might have been inflicted during the three years they wiped from my recall, age 2 to 5. Go fuck your own, and get out of my life, such that it has been reduced to.

A rock concert a few blocks away will be holding forth today (Friday) and through the weekend to late Sunday. As this is the first Rock the Peach concert, it just might be connected to perp games, all the noise/music being heard in the background. I won't be attending because I am going to work this weekend at the vineyard to get one project phase completed.

The dog-me stalker-roomie is continuing her relentless coverage, now day two of it. She even got up earlier than I did, at 0450h, made her coffee in the melita filter funnel, and in keeping with her beligerent streak, left it in the sink for me to deal with. (I put it on a plate on the counter, but I consider leaving things in the sink and then fucking off to be higly rude, even beligerent, in a shared house, especially when one knows for sure that the sink will be in use within minutes. I call it "coffee stalking", which was normally the preserve of the streetwalking gangstalkers, carrying their Starbucks coffee around late in the evening. But putting the just-spent grounds in the sink a minute ahead of the next person will suffice as the latest variant of this very consistent perp prop, coffee. As in "browning around" games which are in high evidence each time I take a crap.

And speaking of which, what is it with brown skinned gangstalkers popping out from behind corners of the building, to/from my crap at the mall tonight? These  "pop-outs" as I call them, are getting more agressive and are using their timing to pop-out from behind corners, which is how I remember them starting this long train of abusive insanity (theirs) in 04-2002. And two green-shirts, aka "staff" were plugging the aisle in the supermarket grocery store tonight, so I go around them via another aisle, and lo, if a Fuckwit didn't pop out from behind a display so he could pass by me on my right side, wearing a green variant, olive drab.

07-29-2012
And the event of my cell phone "somehow"  popping off its holster and only being discovered when I got home commanded my attentions yesterday evening. I drove out there to retrieve it, and lo, if it didn't somehow slip in between the seat and the frame of the Kubota RTV I drove to the lowest tier of vine rows. And easy find, as the perps had planted a significant number of scenario ideations; that it had been run over, that it had dropped into the vines/weeds etc. The owners are not home this week, as there is a state of family emergency as the owner's son, under 30, underwent open heart surgery in Vancouver this week. I don't know the particulars, but early reports were that there was no complications. So I feed their cat, a vicious indoor-kept cat, and do watering of the outside plants and garden.

And yesterday, during the work day of hedging and tucking vines, the perps pulled another shit stunt, forcing me to use the second toilet in the house, that also promptly blocked. Other unmentionable shit games ensued as well, but I will spare my readers of the details. If you have added them up, two of their house's three toilets were blocked. The One Second Plumber gas device didn't work on the first one, and the gas cartridge was spent attempting to get the first one unblocked, unsuccessfully. At the end of the episode, the perps let me in on another seal/cartridge configuration that might work. Nice of them. So, like the day before, I stop in at a certain country-wide hardware chain store, and get two more gas cartridges.

And it was my first order of work today, to unblock the two toilets. Eventually, it was successful, but again, there is no conventional reason for them to be blocking, or at least, nowhere near as frequently. Going back to 04-2002, when the perps outed themselves with shock and awe, one of their personnel was in my apartment and blocked the toilet with a ballon, which I later had to unblock with a plumbers snake I purchased. And every since, taking a crap has been a fraught experience of plunging, some overflows and messy cleanups. And the sudden onset of needing chocolate about that time (still continuing at $250/month), along with everything else in the color-stalking games, points to the perps being profoundly interested in the color brown, as much as they are interested in excrement of all forms, colors and animal species. I should add that in mid-2011 the toilet/crap games subsided, so that I could, after nine years, experience normal toilet behavior/experience. Then in 12-2011 they had me get my ass hairs waxed, and lo, if the toilet games didn't re-start. In general, they did subside in 02-2012, and even for the first week of June in this newest residence, but after that, the perps have reverted to their "toilet terrorism" games again. Don't ask me why their toilet/crap sabotage games have increased, nor what ass hairs have to do with what they are studying. I am sick fed up, and even more pissed that they won't let me take an fast exit from this psychopathically insane continuum of abuse. They had me for three years, aged 2 to 5, and wiped my recall of what was done to me, so surely they have extracted their pound of flesh, and can leave me the fuck alone.

More high wierdness this evening; the perps sacked me for a 1.75 hour long nap, of which I spent the last 30 minutes trying to get up, but physically couldn't. Then I hear someone knocking at the door, and only then was I finally allowed to get up. I see this elderly bag in profile through the semi-wavy front door glass, and didn't bother to answer it as it seemed she was departing. I take my recycle items to the back door, and then deck, and the landlady is calling out for "Linda" to follow her, in a way that suggested Linda needed extra direction and cognitive assistance. I assumed that Linda was part of the landlady's company, but somehow went to the front door, in error. I am about to start my dinner preparations, and Linda, the elderly person at the front door, is now at the back door and coming into the kitchen where I was. She says something about where is x, (the landlady), and I say she is downstairs. Linda is clutching a bottle of Coca Cola to her ample folds, and she then says we have met. I respond, "we have?", and she tells me my name, which I confirm. Then she makes tracks to find the landlady, going back the way she came. I get my dinner together, brown tortilla quesadillas, with red-brown rooibus ice tea, and sit outside to eat. And still the landlady is calling out for Linda, who is 6' away by then.

Anyhow, this bizarre charade of ensuring I see this Linda person through the  partially wavy front door glass, through the kitchen window glass (double pane), and then in person, while she was clutching a plastic bottle of Coca-Cola, the very favorite perp prop after coffee (geti it?), was arranged just after an extensive (and, unneeded) forced nap. And why the party of the landlady and Linda couldn't get it together and enter into the same door at the same time is also beyond comprehension. Just another vignette in this ongoing relentless abuse and cognitive confinement.

And on that note, I shall call this posting done for another week, and hope no one else's, especially from the TI community, is as bizarre and fraught as this was.

Wallet Contents Action

1315h
I don't much follow the contents of my wallet as I use the debit card mostly, and rarely use cash. I have come to know there is a more interested party ovee my wallet contents, and in particular what color they all are. The notes in Canada are in colors, and the checks my mother gives me for doing gardening work at her place are yellow colored. I deposited one check today at the ATM and did the gangstalker gauntlet and even had four outbound gangstalkers reprising on my way back for another gangstalk. The negro woman, the orange anorak and the black velvet evening gown woman (at 0900h no less) and one other all "happened" to be there after I had deposited the check. I suppose the just-removed yellow check was that exciting they had to cover me with some of the same Fuckwits and even had a red vehicle tail me as I walked the two blocks to the ATM. I even had a staring by this Fuckwit coming straight at me when I was on the right side of the 8' wide sidewalk. It is fucking bizarre that so many oncoming pedestrians (har, har) have changed their behavior and began left-hand side walking, like in the UK and Japan. All to walk in my intended track, and the few that I have turned back to see also resort to continue walking in my track. The ATM visit was all over in 10 minutes round trip time, but it is amazing that so many Fuckwits are out and aren't at day jobs. The blackshirts/jacketed shades wearing dudes also came out for my return leg, most of them on Coffee Corps duty, holding the cup in front of them. It is when the Coffee Corps has their gangstalkers coming from a residential neighborhood with a commercial coffee supplied logo on the cup that it gets patently absurd, but for this downtown trip the Coffee Corps has a reasonable cover story. And I suppose wearing a black jacket myself also gets more gangstalker same color wearing and even fabric wearing, though it has increased of late.

And I suppose the yellow action will also continue to be ramped up for the next day or so. I haven't yet figured out what the color dissapation duration is yet, or at least, I don't get to see enough clues. That is, when I dispense with a yellow colored check in my wallet after having it there for four days, how long does the residual after effect of color energetics interaction (or whatever the assholes are hounding me for), last for? I had my yellow wearing, yellow envelope packing and yellow gangstalker action after I deposited the yellow check, but for how long after can the assholes detect the yellow color effects? I suppose any monitoring of "banana stalkers", or other yellow color arrangements will be courtesy of my mind-keepers, but I expect to see extra yellow color action for the next few days at least. My mother often has a hardboiled egg at lunch when I have been doing yardwork there, and often times her consumption to be 20 minutes earlier or later than when I have my lunch. The Surrepticious Sickos (SS) hasn't let me eat an egg since illegal incarceration days since mid 2003. Before that, in their covert days in 2000 to early 2002, they had me eat two eggs for one breakfast and then fucked with me in some way and guided my "determination" that I was having an allergic reaction to eggs, "made worse" by having one more than usual. And how long have human been eating eggs and the assholes are still trying to figure their bullshit out at my expense, aka, unrelenting life rape.

2245h
I filled out an online job application to work at the local UPS plant as a package handler. Later I asked the boss man about using his name as a reference and lo, if he hadn't cleaned there for three years. He told me that something better might come along, and that he would see if he could get me a job as a lot "boy" at the car dealership we clean at. Funny he wasn't so helpful about jobs a few weeks ago. He did warn me that the package handler job is for young buff males in their 20's as they expect plenty of hefting and lugging of parcels and work one to the bone. The online job process took some time to navigate, not helped by the resume mangling software that "uploads" it. I finally finished the process at 1712h, and had a brown leftover tortilla for dinner and put on my jacket to head out to the cleaning job. The blonde dude halfwit gangstalker was dressed in brown when the elevator came, and he was engaging me in conversation about the phone book that I had in hand (with yellow pages), as I was taking it for recycling as it is not as useful at the one supplied by the phone company.

Enough for tonight; I am being rendered into an ancy state with outside noise that somehow gets through the earmuffs.

Noise Tracking From the Hallway

1700h
Last night's hacksawing noise from the hallway has resumed just as I returned from gym and had my tea and chocolate. Yesterday's blog covered the same noise that erupted in the evening, after dusk and until 2130h. That was outrageous enough. But with two events on today, yoga and gym, why, the noise erupts when I have returned from the latter. Very possibly the noise will track me the entire evening through dusk, as seeming "problem" time for the perps, all stemming from their first problematic move, to apply this nonconsensual human experimentation remotely.

Regular readers will know that the perps will use the same noise and source at differing locations and times of the day. I call this noisetracking, which might be what they call it to. It appears that the same noise is used to plumb my hearing and related neural correlates to compare this to another location and time of day.

The perps have been changing up my shaving routine and today was the first time with starting with a fresh blade for shaving my face on this double activity day. That might be why they are so excited with the extra noise (per above), and the extra gangstalking as well. They covered me each time I was outbound in the elevator with gangstalkers from this floor, something they rarely do. The latter time was a supposed couple, a blonde woman and a hefty dude, each with their Starbucks coffee mugs and packing a vacuum cleaner as well. Go figure. A typical Coffee Corps stalking, just that it was in the elevator and out the front door. It is rare they put the Coffee Corps on this floor, but as they are increasing the amount of brown color exposure in my proximity, it isn't entirely unexpected.

The perps even sent a tractor trailer unit with a deep brown trailer around the block, clearly going back in the direction it came from, all to present a large brown object in a densified material, steel. The gangstalkers are also wearing more brown colors out in public as well, and they are putting on more of the Peanut Butter Men; the dudes in peanut butter colored overalls that seem totally lost, walking along the street, a long way from any jobsite.

And I also note that my new jar of peanut butter, smooth this time, now behaves normally, something that wasn't permitted for at least the last year. When in the fridge, the well mixed Adams peanut butter is a stiff paste, but for some reason, it was less viscous and would drop off the knife with relative ease, making application of it to bread a dicey situation and ripe for perp food flicking games. Well, "for some reason", the very same fridge stored peanut butter has now resumed its normal high viscosity and isn't the pain it was to deal with.

Of course that did not stop the game with the peanut butter and jam on toast today, and yesterday. The normally cohesive gluten free bread slice was from the sabotage defects and yet "somehow" a large piece hinged off. Yesterday, when this happened, I lowered the bread over the plate and stopped the hinge portion from going anywhere. That wasn't good enough it seems; today, the identical circumstances of a break in the bread resulted in the same hinging piece at the same juncture (after the first bite), but this time the perps screwed me in taking any preventitive action and the broken portion spun 270 degrees and landed face down. I have never seen such a piece of animated bread before, but here it was, acting as if there were unseen forces outside of those we conventionally expect. Again, there were no defects in the bread slice that would of been causal to this spontaneous bread breakup, and note that in both circumstances, it happened after the first bite from the bread. Just amazing how anything can be fucked with at any time, remotely and unseen. All to play color and substance interaction games, having the peanut butter and jam on the plate, rather than on the bread. All the food flinging games of small drops of it arriving from nowhere just doesn't cut it anymore. In fact, the perps are even placing crumbs and food samples on the table in advance of me bringing it to the table.

It was a two freak gym class today; there were about six others, and only one woman. The dude thing is getting more emphasis these days, or at least at gym. They added two blonde women as the coordinators, and it was interesting the games that were going on with them, and the agitated asshole who keeps tailing me, especially the class two days ago when he stayed back after departing ahead of me to then tail me out the door. This fucker, although not freakish but most certainly an agitated asshole will be known as AA; he is made out to be an extra obvious gangstalker, and his cover story is that he is agitated as part of his "condition". But he has the most amazing capability to repeat his actions each gym class. He stands in between me and the mirror, putting on some bullshit reason while speaking with the instructor, and then he later places himself beside me in the wall squats exercises. Midway through he takes off for about five minutes and comes back again. He did this two days ago, and I remarked in the blog that he appears to be conforming to the perps' need to slowly introduce the known assholes and freaks in my proximity. The blonde woman coordinator was on the far side of him, and she began by verbally "offering" some help to improve my form. What does AA do when I turn my head to face her; he puts his head in the way in yet another erratic move as part of his cover story. Then he departs in this mandated "break", and when the blonde woman was talking to me again, and I was facing her, AA "happens" to arrive at that instant and stick his fucking head between us again. I call this co-opting blonde "aura"; inserting the freak or asshole near the blonde (or other attractive) woman to bathe in her more Favored auric glow. I have no other explanation for it, but it is so singularly repetitive that there must be something the perp criminals are getting from this proximity arrangement.

1820h
The hallway noise has started up, this being the dinner digestion period, having had my one slice leftover tortilla about 30 minutes ago. I have never known an apartment maintenance activity to be hacksawing metal over a 24 hour period like this. And not forgetting that I spent some hours away, and lo, if it didn't start up when I got back. I suspect the vibrational component to metal cutting is also aiding the perp's sick cause.

And by dint of coincidence, a meaningless term in my circumstances, the reflective beams "from" the residential tower are beaming in again. These "reflections" are coming in from differing windows each day, and currently, there appears to be no actual window that is lit up. An "organic" light beam from nowhere.

1855h
More hacksawing of metal in the hallway, dogging my reading of blogs, starting and stopping while reading about the Bush Family Nazi ties. Who needs to know about this as I am reading it? Now a round of loud door closings has erupted, adding to the vibrational component of this ongoing noise assault.

2015h
Some relative quiet after a string of loud mufflered vehicle noise getting progressively quieter over the past hour, and then a sudden loud onset of the same noise with coincident hallway talking.

Some of today's gangstalking games were on the common themes, "breadstalking"; a supposed staff member was walking through the pharmacy department at LD when I stopped by to get my refill, and then proceeded to reprise at the cleaning supplies section where I went next. The entire LD visit was full of gangstalking, but mostly at the entrance and exit, and they even let me get my Rx and the checkout with no waiting. I got skunked for J Cloths at the LD store. This is part of the ongoing game where these items are inserted into mind, this time as legitimate items to acquire, and lo, there is none to be found at the very location where they should be. One TI calls this bait-and-trigger, I am more profane, calling it suck-and-fuck. Or more politely as "dashed expectations" which is more neutral as to the nature of the setup/intended acquisition, but a very common harassment stunt. Of late, these are mostly small item events, and don't come with huge repercussions should I get skunked in not finding something. I cannot imagine what the perps get from this, but it is such a common theme yet it defies rational analysis.

I had some more stories from today's outings, but I got blanked out as to what they were. More later if I am allowed access to my own recall.

05-23-2008
0825h
I got screwed out of posting this last night, but I am allowed to recall some of the freak show from yesterday in some detail.

When I exited yoga yesterday, the perps had a MIB on my tail who "happened" to be walking out of a residential area and then following me for three blocks. The dude was in a black suit with dark sunglasses and had white runners on! No kidding, a totally whacko outfit, all to tail me immediately following yoga. Regular readers will know that the first venue for yoga was further away from my apartment, and there was a 70% chance of encountering military personnel on my way back. I have a sense the perps view yoga as a high potential opportunity with all the spine flexing, and want to be able to replicate this detectability on the street while walking in an upright position. There was no end of strange clunking around the room when I first sat down for yoga, and then it settled down to none, obviating the usual cover story of building maintenance activity.

I am getting screwed out of recollecting other stories from yesterday, but anyhow, time to get this posted.

One Outing Allowed

1535h
This being a Friday, there are no regularly scheduled committments, and so it was a day to do the downtown gangstalking gauntlet, the rationale being to replenish my eyeglasses cleaning solution as the perps have been actively scuzzing up my glasses every night for the past three weeks.

They were ready for me begining with the parallel walking MIB with the brown suitcase who "happened" to be on the outside of the building, viewable through the glass in the lobby as I was exiting the elevator. (It should be noted that the MIBs on this operation are dressed in black colored fleece, often with fabric panels on them, and don't conform to the traditional alien-like MIBs of UFO lore). No one goes there except to access their vehicle or deposit the recycling garbage, but here he was a about 1030h, coming from this area under cover of being a salary man. And he then parlayed this into a lead-ahead gangstalker who I passed by in short order, only to have another MIB step in front of me as he "happened" to be at a parking meter. Once at the end of the block and waiting for the traffic control, these same two MIBs caught up to me, MIB#1 "happened" to stand in between me and an Audi TT sports car parked at the closest parking stall. I take this to be another one of those moments when the perp plants himself in front of, behind or otherwise proximate to the Favored. This is done routinely around blonde bait stalkers, but this might of been the first time an inanimate object was used for its "auric goodness" or whatever the attraction is that causes the perps to behave so predictably. If one reads through the Favored list, I like this model of vehicle, and am quietly annoyed they took the body design and fucked it for 2008 model year. Anyhow, that really doesn't matter a whole lot, save in another line of vehicles that I favor, Volvos. The 2001 model year had the sides scalloped as if they were kicked in; not a look that I would find aesthetic.

I got the the opticians with plenty more gangstalking, some even now walk down the street, on the asphalt, outside of the parking stalls. This strange public behavior has erupted in the past month, and the perps seem content to increase this bizzareness. This time I was assigned a blonde woman in brown clothing, a Germanic accent, and prominent and fugly teeth. And as soon as they had me look at her awful teeth at some point in the conversation about getting new nosepads for my glasses, an outside transient noise sounded. So, what I learned from this is that I cannot stand the sight of bared teeth and especially badly formed teeth. There has been quite a few teeth bared gangstalkers of late, and it would seem that the perps are exposing me to this on account ofearly childhood traumatizations that were mostly memory purged. I don't have any recall of these traumatizations, and there are some considerable lapses in my recall to age five, but it seems there is a subconscious reaction the perps are "fishing for" by setting up these scenarios, largely aligned with the Favored and Unfavored exposures.

So this must of been an exciting moment for the perps as she changed out the green colored nosepads and put new ones in. The green color comes from perpland, as I have never seen anyone else's glasses have this coloring. I reckon the assholes plant this color on my nosepads for a local color reference, as they did this to my vehicle once, using the same color of green. Having new non-colored nosepads for my glasses is exciting news for the perps, and I was reminded of that with the profusion of ambulatory gangstalkers to "greet" me when onto my next destination, a department store.

I had looked at the cotton sweaters on Wednesday, largely because my mother said she was interested in them, and I tried one on for size. Meanwhile, another MIB circulated around me, the "unemployed male" on a weekday bullshit again. What are all these males doing all the time, except swarming all over and putting on various Unfavored acts it would seem. Outside of an Oracle convention, I have never seen so many of these dweebes clustering and killing time when they would ordinarily be at work. The reality is that their "work" is to harass and cluster around victims on an orchestrated basis, and what they do the rest of the time is unknown to me.

Anyhow, I even got skinheaded thuggy dudes waddling in front of me and posing so I could see their disgusting 20" beard that he wanted to show me by turning his head for no reason, which is another standard perp gangstalker move, especially when they go around corners, turning 90 degress. It is totally absurd all these Unfavored acts the perps put on, and tiresome. I had a yellow plastic bag in hand when I came back from the department store, and this seemed to goad the perps onto putting redcoats around me, and they even had one putting their red anorak on while walking forward on the sidewalk, and having passing by as they had finished putting their coat on. This looks to be a long row to hoe based on some of these games; as in still beating around the bush as to what colors I like, don't like and my neural reactions to them.

Since I got back I have been in my apartment, with the usual amplified noise all about me. And also, there has been plenty of fluctuating ambient light conditions that they apply, even as I write this. Now a car alarm has gone off, likely because I thought of something that wasn't scripted for me. This seems to be the most common scenario, though it is becoming less frequent. I suspect they will have 100% mind control by mid-2008, though I have been notoriously wrong on this. After that, the remainder of the games seem to centre around planted themes, all of which are noted in this blog link about their objectives. The color sampling games seem to be independent of the mind control games, as are the planted gangstalkers of the Favored and the Unfavored. They won't have these figured out by mid-2008 going by the color games and all the permutations that they are working on, and I have never been incorrect in estimating "another year" when all this fuckery might come to a close. No doubt the perps will put on a big plasma show if they attain the 100% mind control goal. This is totally meaningless for me as they will simply carry on like the depraved juveniles that they are.

1810h
This is the post-dinner noise period, though it has been fairly muted tonight for whatever reason. There seems to be iterations of loud noise, and then they slowly get fainter and fainter to the point of not annoying me. Any unbidden thoughts get an immediate overhead pounding noise, with the proviso as to its impossibility at human hands; it is a carpeted floor (or should be) and there is at least 10" of concrete between floor and ceiling. And yet somehow, "someone" can pound the floor almost instantly.

I also got my Coffee Corps gangstalking earlier on my outing, mentioned above. These are the coffee carrying gangstalkers who use coffee as a portable brown color reference as they pass by, tail me, or lead ahead. I have mentioned banana packing gangstalkers in the past, so I wasn't too surprised to have a gangstalker beside me at an intersection packing a banana and coffee in one hand, performing a yellow object in front of a brown object (liquid in this case). Which wasn't too different than yesterday's brown coated yellow plastic bag packing gangstalker doing a 90 degree turn and holding the yellow bag such that his body blocked it. One of the photos on my blogs shows a yellow dolly lashed to the roof of a brown colored vehicle. It is all very repetitious and predictable to some degree. And I suppose that when I was carrying a yellow plastic bag on my way back was an invitation to having more of the clowns swarming around me.

1845h
Onto related matters, one being the shear volume of mind-control research that has gone on since the 1950's, and my question is; has anyone collated the entire body of research, military and civilian alike?
Someone may have done so, but here is a partial analysis, the Code of the Brain which I have been reading. I suspect there is a certain denial factor at play, that because we haven't heard about it, it does not exist. The interesting part is that some scientist "went black"; were not heard from as their research was too "sensitive" to military objectives. Add all of this report onto the MKULTRA nonconsensual human experimentation, the hypnotising of various women as agents and sex slaves (Candy Jones, Brice Taylor, Cathy O'Brien), and it tells me there has been a huge amount of effort devoted to decoding brain activity from remote locations. Which begs my conspiratorial question; has all this research been funelled into an oversight body that is directing mind-control research through all these agents, and still continues to oversee subjects like myself? I suspect there is such an overarching cabal devoted to mind-control research, but many of the other objectives as indicated by the above, or here, the Perp's Objectives. And perhaps there is more than one such cabal researching mind-control; in reading about alien and military abductions for research there seems to be at least two organizations, sometimes chasing down the same victim, with the latter party asking the subject as to what the first abducting party did to them.

2015h
I am being controlled to be suddenly restless, and there are at least two more hours to go before bedtime. Normally there is always something that I "find" and absorbs me for the evening, but not tonight for reasons best known to the perps. They have a long history of scheduling nothing, even at sites of my employment. What can be garnered from this is beyond me, after all, they have screwed me out of employment for close to six years now. April 15 will be the six year anniversary when they outed themselves, no longer content to screw me by covert methods. Then as now, the same methods are in place; planting crumbs in my apartment, shredding or flicking food and olive oil, defeating my intended activity, taking my computer down, and other like pranks that are still part of their repetoire. It boggles the mind to think that a billion dollar a year operation would rather piss around with bread crumbs to maintain their covert status than come clean and resolve their nonconsensual research in an expeditious manner.

2215h
While watching YouTube and determining that I felt the singer to be second rate, the perps immediately pounded overhead and gave me a simultaneous zapping. Such is the degree of imposition; one's thoughts are under constant scrutiny and censure.

2300h
Time to call this one done and post.

Red and Green Show

1330h
I was downtown with my mother for food gift shopping and it was the usual gangstalk melee. The vehicles were ordered in the parkade, reds together, then silver greys, white colored vehicles and some black vehicles and some mid-grey ones in the mix. And Christmas is the time to get out red colors, and it has never been more prominent than this year it would seem, as it is the most popular color for coats, hats and gloves. The green color also is considered seasonal, and it is often used as some kind of baseline color as my office chair is a dark green. There is an energetic relationship between specific colors going by J K Harms' reasoned musings on the properties of light, and it does not surprise me that I see these in close proximity when outside in the Gangstalk World, this pit of hell I have been incarcerated in with no choice in the matter. All to entertain the debased juvenile level impositions on the entire physicality of my existence, down to all the minutae of living; breathing, seeing, hearing, interacting with conventional gravity, and all thoughts and actions. This is to serve their sick minded trepidation about not declaring themselves to be conducting nonconsensual human experimentation on me. There are many hundreds of similarly harassed and controlled individuals like me, but as far as I know, I am one of the top harassment prospects in getting this level of intensified depravity.

Back to today's games. I should also mention that there was a later swarm of yellow (colored) jackets around me when downtown with my mother this morning. As Mondays are the scripted day for me to "forget" to take my yellow colored pills, it seems it is also a day when the perps know there is less "yellow color interference" (my term if it wasn't planted in mind) in me. And to get this all correct, I have come to the conclusion that the only reason I take any medication is for the perps to play color games. This past September's road trip, where I "forgot" to take my medication each day was also associated with intensified yellow stalking games. And of note, when I noticed no adverse effects from not taking this regular medication, and mentioned this to my doctor, he didn't even ask as to how I felt while off of it. In other words, he didn't want to know.

1440h
The perps even put four of their gangstalkers in a wide sidewalk sweep and they were all carrying the same mid-green T-shirts. And as it "so happened" about 35 minutes later in the downtown wander/gangstalk route, these same rubes are on the street wearing them, putting them for their apparent cover story, soliciting for Greenpeace. Funny how that happens, the same freaks and weirds keep showing up later on our visitation.

While at the cafe of a department store, the perps even put an obviously mentally handicapped cretin (or lookalike) with his attendant only 6' from me, sitting exactly where a blonde woman sat for 20 minutes beforehand. And to make it extra obvious, they arrived from the elevator with coffee in hand from an outside vendor, likely a Starbucks paper cup, the very ones that are the gangstalking prop for the Coffee Corps when I am walking outside. They didn't bother with the appearances of pretending to be customers. These are the profusion of coffee cup packing gangstalkers, often coming from directions where there is no coffee or retail source, who make no bones about packing this color referencing liquid in my proximity. I have never seen so many of these of late, take-out coffee is the new trend in this city. I can only assume that the handicapped shill was attempting to leverage whatever blonde "aura" goodness energy was imparted to the seat and cushions as to where she sat. I have also seen this on the bus; the blonde woman (favored demographic) will get up and a vagrant male, or like unfavored demographic member, will sit in the same seat. This is not the first time the perps have planted these handicap cases around me, and I am sure it won't be the last. Add them to the unfavored demographic list, if they aren't already there. As all my proclivities, likes and dislikes and related geneses are under such intensive observation, and seem to be widely known amongst the myriad gangstalkers and shills, I can only assume that the perps are attempting to somehow get the favored items, say, a certain vehicle model design, to register in some way such that they can then apply their determinations (in whatever form they are), to those objects, colors or beings that I don't care to look at, or especially, if I find them repugnant.

Another example of this is the games of placing the players in the regular gym class and then re-directing my attention to an unfavored subject, and immediately following, a (more) favored one. This overweight and large gutted ethnic dude has been hanging around me like a bad smell at the gym, and the perps often plant him in my line of sight, especially when I am contained on a stationary bicycle. They directed my attention to this loathesome sight, so "I" (in the collective mind-controlled sense) look away, and there in my gaze is the similarly formed pregnant woman coordinator of the gym class. In other words, they redirected my sight from planted male large gutted disgusting dude to large tummied pregnant woman (gym class coordinator), of similar form and size.

The elevator rushing stunt, where the gangstalkers and shills walk into, or attempt to, the elevator before those inside can get out at the same floor is still playing strong. One faux absent minded asshole pulled this stunt in the department store elevator today, and my later comments to my mother about this public "habit" erupting in this city since 2003 were blown off. I worked in a high rise building in Seattle for 2 years, taking the elevator each day, and I had never seen anything like it there, and somehow this bullshit stunt "happens" after being forced back to this city, likely prepared for this harassment campaign in my absence.

1525h
The overhead pounding has started up as I finish reading J K Harms per above, hoping to find his deliberations on color which seem to have gone "missing" or are "misremembered", a concern of late that has never happened before. And it so happens this is the second time I have hit this very wall, and somehow I did not recall that which I certainly would of if I wasn't being fucked with by sick depraved assholes out of control. Hence no link, something I wanted to add, and also being jerked around in the perp's game of creating dashed expectations. Been there, done that, many hundreds of times, so why am I being abused in this way some five years later?

1705h
Maybe I will be given some time to compose instead of the intense typo sabotage so far today; the perps are keeping me on the rage-ified burner, e.g. fucking me over four consecutive spellings for common words.

Last night at my perp abetting parent's place, aka the First Feral Family, we watched television, about the only time I get to see it, not that I am missing anything. It is always interesting to note what is on the news, and the potential perp objectives behind it.

Under the Essential Introductory Postings to the right, under Pondering the Perps Objecitves, I discuss one of the perp's fondest themes for planting in my life, and that is the topic of death, demise, murder, war etc. in natural or unnatural form. Another aspect of this is noisestalking me the moment I begin reading the obituaries, even if I don't know of the persons mentioned. This morbid preoccupation of the perps, reached a certain nadir yesterday, with the decision of the Pickton trial over the murder of six women at his farm. Another 20 cases await indictment, and possibly another trial, this being a test case. It is easily one of the most expensive and longest trials in Canadian history. (And as I type this up, being relatively free of being nailed with typo sabotage, the noise flurries have started up). The decision came down yesterday, a Sunday, the day that I visit my parents and stay over there for the night, and the story was running bigtime on all three major news outlets. Most of the regular news items were reduced to make for more time on this trial's outcome and analysis. In a nutshell, it seemed that justice was done, and the evidence was damning to say the least. There are many news blackouts on the trial, and not much detailed information had got out to the public, save last night.

I consider it a most odd coincidence that this breaking news, in one of the central harassment themes of the perps, breaks on the very day that I am visiting my perp-abetting parents, so we could all be simutaneously apprised and energetically assayed while the masers and plasma beams flitted about the room. (And an increased magnetic field from the CRT TV). Anyhow, coincidence or not, I won't go into, because it creeps me out as to how often seeming unrelated news events which fit the perp harassment objectives, seem to fit with their other machinations, like having me around my parents for a threesome for concurrent and comparative mind-control research. These interlocking "coincidences" get even more boggling when one realizes that there are television schedules arranged months in advance that also fit into the scheme of arranged events.

Yesterday, I mentioned the incident of a redi-mix truck killing a family of five in Calgary, the day following when socially talking about the same city with the individuals helping in the office mailout. And too, the incidences of concrete stalking, has gone up in the past week as my blog postings will attest. There were three pourings of four projects on one day when walking to the gym and back last week as an example, and I routinely get at least one redi-mix truck gangstalking me when I am out, and even today when driving my mother downtown. The other public works project, now continuing for over five weeks is located a block away, and it also had a huge concrete pouring about three weeks ago, laying down a foot thick base of a road for 100', some 30' wide. The most curious part of it was that they had a negro hugging the pouring spout while I walked by; I have never seen any negro construction workers in this city, and it was a spectacular oddity. And I am sure the perps have a race or brown skinned component to this "problematic" substance they wish to be able to energetically model to its fullest extent in my proximity, which could extend a mile or more if I read the current goings on correctly. And as one of my thought-to-be high school friends is in the pipe laying and construction business, I can only assume the perps have plenty of data on him too.

2130h
More of scaring myself silly over the underground tunnels and the alien agenda and the rest of the cataclysmic intentions of the nasty draconians on the Watcher Files. I cannot keep up with how many alien species there are and who is aligned against who. I don't mean disrespect; I suspect that there is more truth to these stories than fiction, especially where extra-conventional gravitic energies are concerned. But I do wonder where it is all going, especially where the cooperation of this entire city in this ongoing persecution and harassment is concerned. I keep getting the telepathic message that "this is the boy scouts side of the camp", but based on the vituperative assholes I deal with every day, not to mention the convenient seeming deaths and massacres that in the news (per above cement truck "accident") which appear to fit with the current depravity in which I am embroiled without consent, I am not buying into this latest mind polluting line.

2305h
More of Katie Melua on YouTube, along with the spoofing games of adding in bright spots beside or behind the performer to diminish my visual perception to a backlit situation. This is typical; all day long the perps piss with the light and perception of people mostly, and eyes especially. When I was out downtown this morning, I had walked two blocks with no direct sunlight, and the instant the direct beams of the sun hit my eyes as I turned a corner, a car alarm went off, for no seeming vehicular reason.

Time to blog off and call this day done.

The Eyes Have It

1340h
The eyes are becoming more of a perp focus; simultaneous noisestalking the instant I see the eyes of web images, be they animals, simians (plenty of them showing up of late), cats or other animals and are often portrayed with extra reflectance in the image, e.g. flash photo. Other newspaper and advertising imagery of like kind has also increased of late, and the perps make sure to direct my attention to the eyes first. Blonde women also figure predominantly in this lastest theme. This is just a documentation note, as there this is a benign form of harassment and mind-control for the most part.

1740h
The sirens started as soon as I began this paragraph, and I can only assume there is something significant the perps wish to pursue. That is my world; all sounds and vibrations are managed in conjunction with what I see, be it reading or scanning the landscape or images on a web page or magazine. Invariably there are added plasma and maser phenomenon as part of the total mix to enhance the experimentation games. Very often, when viewing a bright color image in central vision, a same color plasma array will "occur" in my peripherial vision at the same time, usually for a second or two.

Today, stormy as it has been, the perps created a ever increasing smudge on my left lens of my glasses; it was tolerable at 1300h, but by 1600h it had become incrementally worse, and I finally had to clean my glasses, another highly managed event. I use the same lilac terry towel with the use of the same source lens cleaning fluid, and it nearly always takes two or more attempts to satisfactorily clean the lenses. On occasion same lilac colored clothed "medical staff" have gangstalked me in public shortly after cleaning my glasses with the same colored terry towel.

I got screwed out of "recalling" to get olive oil when my mother wanted to stop at a grocery store when dropping me off earlier; this is the new norm,- I am not allowed to manage my own grocery store list. Writing down the grocery items was sabotaged by various mind-controlled games; "forgetting" the list, "forgetting" to reference the list in the store. "misreading" the list and so it went. A total waste of time. I can only surmise that the current games that have gone on with olive oil are continuing, as usually they like me to have some overlap time, buying the next bottle in advance of running out, with both stored in the same cupboard. Today, the old bottle was dispensed with, and the new bottle was placed where the old one was. A big deal for small minds, especially those that have constantly jerked around and flicked olive oil around the kitchen. i.e. floor, stove top, cupboard doors, kitchen counter, under the burner, on the wall etc.

A 10.5 hour sleep last night, making for 2.5 hours extra, an absurd amount by my usual standard of 8 hours. I was staying at my parent's place, and they didn't mention anything about this, and in fact were elsewhere for my entire breakfast until I had coffee on the table, being the brown liquid substance that the perps rountinely expend huge amounts of gangstalking and harassment time over. And the Coffee Corps, the coffee bearing gangstalkers were all over me at the grocery store this afternoon; there was three amigos dudes posted behind me in the checkout putting on the banter with the new Christmastime coffee cups, in a red color containing the brown substance they use as their portable color reference around me.

Last night, with the First Feral Family all having dinner at my brother's place, drinking the same red wine wasn't good enough; the perps had it literally fly out of my glass and onto the tablecloth for a dinner-long 3" diameter color reference beside me. Been given a smaller glass was part of the setup of course. I was once a wine steward for a wine makers club, and I have poured a lot of wine for people, but I had never seen something so blatant as last night's wine "explosion in the glass", straight out of the glass after pouring three glasses beforehand with no incident, not even the "usual" drop. Having mentioned just that to everyone at the table, they all went quiet; the dead conversation stunt that occurs with astonishing regularity among anyone or group that I converse with. To me, it was obvious that was a planted thought, and the cue seems to be understood by everyone but me at the same time.

My brother's native Indian on-off girlfriend arrived about 30 minutes after we arrived, and I can only assume this was for "settle in" time, as this kind of graduated exposure happens all the time. The perps even had her sitting on the same couch as I was for 10 minutes or so before they dispatched her to the kitchen to do the dishes while my brother did absolutely squat but watch TV and shuffle the newspapers one more time. As mentioned in past blogs, the perp's brown color problem expends to brown skin tones, and they can monitor the instant they determine I have had "too much" brown exposure. Time without fail they will have a negro within a few seats of me on the bus and then pull him off within two or three stops.

Last night while watching television with my parents, and their coordinated leg crossing and uncrossing, head scratching, and lean-forwards there was also an new element; everytime one of us moved in our chairs, it was as if our joints made a loud popping sound. I now get this all the time; a pop or a click when moving my legs, knee or arm, and the perps make no bones about it that is totally faked and planted as there is no comensurate sensation to one's body or joint. This bullshit has been planted on me for close to a year now, and it is an extreme piss off to have this noise keep erupting around me. But having three of us being stiffed with this collosal bullshit was way too much. As usual, no one said anything. Funny it did not happen earlier in the evening when at my brother's place eating dinner and watching TV there. But that is how it goes; on-off total bullshit noise of no attributable cause.

2240h
A read of a fascinating experience of Katherina Wilson of Alienjigsaw, her new online update book, I Forgot What I Wasn't Supposed To Remember. The commonality with the harassment, gangstalk and mind-control experimentation is significant, though I am not sure if I would trade the harassment existence for hers. A tough choice to be sure, constantly being jerked with like I am, and she, having little recall of what transpired with consequent health problems.

Other trivia notes on the day; it was "hoodie" day; at least a third of the ambulatory gangstalkers were wearing hoodies in black, dark green or dark brown.

And with today's rain it would seem it would be odd that anyone would wear sunglasses, especially ones with white plastic frames, but there he was, the cyclist, putting on his brown hood as well, and not the usual helmet head cyclist I get. I usually see about three white plastic sunglass wearing operatives a week, and more in the summer.

The word fuck for the day is "infrastructure"; the instant I read it I got zapped in the leg.

True to form, a crap was scripted for Monday, now the 8th (?) in succession when this has "happened" and I usually get one more for the week, often Tuesday, or a Wednesday, then Monday again. I swear someone is scooping it out without it passing through me. But no toilet or shit games today, at least some relief from this constant battlefront with the perps.

Enough to call this blog done, and retreat from the noxious bright white emanations and plasma projections that are coming from my LCD display all evening. I get the notion that the perps cannot plug me with enough bright lights these days, especially as the daylight duration is getting shorter; my mother had the flashlight out and was waving it around while the perps jerked me over comprehending the instructions for starting her gas fireplace, riling me up considerably. Then more pitlamping outside the apartment just before I entered it. All part of the totally contained harassment experience, and mind-fucked to do the bidding of the assholes running and trashing my life.

The Perfect Phenomenon Confluence

1025h
That is a take-off from the Perfect Storm of course, as I really don't have any idea as to the efficacy of the perp's noise campaigns in realtime, unlike them; its just that there is an ongoing backgroundd of harassment all the time, so the next step is to create the "storm", a confluence of the added phenomenon.

The "neighbor" water use noise is now coming through louder than my own water use in the bathroom, a partial seizure of muscles and fingers in my right arm and hand has been applied, extra loud vehicle noise of passing trucks on the non-thoroughfare street outside, the third commercial garbage truck visitation this morning, the seagull's noise, though there are very few, vehicle beepings, masers in fuzzy ball form zigzagging in my visual field, more typo sabotage as I type this, plasma beams flitting aobut on this LCD display emulating and paralleling extant Windows borders and headers, and likely a few other noises that have been deleted from my recall, an ongoing jerkaround that is now playing a significantly greater role in my minute-to-minute existence.

And the Pseudosweats are being cranked up again, something that usually makes its presence known within five minutes of stepping out of the shower, as a collection of sweat beads form on my forehead, very likely to give that facial region a different energy signature while the perps continue their relentless quest to examine my shaving activity to infintesimal levels of detail. I cannot think what they haven't fucked over in order to examine yet more details, though they are now returning to old ground and fucking me out of "knowing" to shave my mustache region in the usual order, a forced "forget", the same stunt two days running. And then they remind me that they fucked my recall, and have me shave that area last, when the sink has been cleaned up. More sick minded inquiry from the assholes too gutless and to get in here. Instead, they have spent over five years on intensified harassment over shaving, and a myriad of other juvenile obsessions, and still haven't the gumption to front for their nonconsensual human experimentation, and thereby expedite it instead of enraging me all day, and every day with their sick minded stunts.

Another bridge disaster in the news, this one in China. And wearing my cynic's hat, could this be related to the one in Minnesota, just that brown skinned individuals got dumped into the drink instead of Caucasians? Knowing that the perps are 100% obsessive to the point of being individually and organizationally psychotic over the color brown and all its related ramifications and substances (skin color, shit, soil color etc.), it does have a ring of another managed disaster as a complement to the one in Minnesota. More speculation, but I am constantly reminded by the perps as to how often their favorite research color/subjects crops up in the news. (See blog titled Sewage on a Plane).

And it is no surprise that I was noisestalked over the very mention of the above referenced color, and that the masers were cranked up to be extra invasive and distracting while typing the above paragraph. This might even be the big "fuck moment" of the morning, as the perps got me up early again, and forced another curtain closure for two hours before the sun was not cascading onto this LCD display for yet more light contrast games.

Onto brown again, as another example of their obsessiveness and research intensity. While returning from the gym yesterday, I got a MIB coming toward me, a male in flat black casual clothing who was walking, or more like staggering, toward me, putting on the drunken act, and all the while, he had an empty paper coffee cup in his hand, and was holding in in front of him like the Coffee Corps do, though he was manipulating it in his hands, something that cannot be sensibly done when the coffee cup is full, per Coffee Corps procedures. Anyhow, he did his staggering routine, and as he got close he put on the head scratch and the nose scratch act, per standard perp operating procedure. I can only surmise that the objective was to get some kind of brown color energetic correlation between the empty coffee cup and me, as I had been de-pooed before I set off. And very likely, the MIB was also similarly prepared for this gangstalking campaign yesterday, as the fuckers went all out, planting operatives from yoga at the entrance to my apartment building, behaving like a doorman for chrissakes. And note, he didn't not smell of alcohol, usually something the perps like to add into my environment.

1215h
The big event for the perps must of been the delivery and related downstream activity of my underwear order. I am stating this because of the perp's long running obsession with this particular garment, and that they just trashed three pairs of my underwear, the black polyester ones. The waistbands for all three pairs "went" over this past week, and lo, if "I" didn't order the same kind from the same source again, four years later.

And the downstream events were such that I had a pair of (interim) black cotton underwear on until I tried on one from the shipment, having been mind-fucked into getting size M instead of L "somehow", but they did fit thankfully. And there was plenty of brown color action; the UPS deliveryman's uniform, the cardboard box, and even a orange-brown crumb on one pair, of the identical kind that "show up" on my black colored workout pants I use for yoga and the gym. And following the underwear trial, I made lunch using brown colored tortillas, and ate them next to where the brown colored cardboard box had been placed on the table 10 minutes earlier. Hopefully, that was enough brown action to last the day, but somehow I doubt it, and in the least, the perps will likely replicate all the shit stunts they have pulled on me with this new shipment of underwear. That is about where I want to leave it, but rest assured, I have no intrinsic interest in this particular garment and would not normally expound on it to the degree that the topic has recieved.

1545h
I am recuperating from an 1.5 hour forced nap, with the usual prelude of almost falling asleep in my chair, in front of this LCD display, and a likely component of this nap benchmarking the perps impose on me, now about 4 times per week. And as today is the "new underwear" event, I am sure this factors into the napping plans prescribed for me.

Then a web surf to discover the life of Peter McWilliams, as in past tense, dying from AIDS and writing what appears to be a libertarian manifesto which draws interesting conclusions about the so-called "war on drugs" to repressive actions by the police. There is no question in my mind that the CIA and other spook authorities obtain substantial revenues from running and operating illegal drug importation, and that there is going to be very little movement on this issue, no matter how logical the arguements for liberalization may be. The one book of his that interests me most is; Ain't Nobody's Business if You Do: The Absurdity of Consensual Crimes in Our Free Country, and it will be some time before I get to read this, as I am being kept off book reading for the most part. The nature of his death seems to a "made for harassment" end, as he was disallowed medical marijuana by court decree, and that forced him to vomit often, and he sucumbed to death by suffocation from vomit. Another repressive action by over-zealous prosecution.

I am still on the constrained e-mail harassment, though I cannot prove for sure that e-mails are being blocked, it is just plain odd that so many people are not responding. I still get the spammers of course. It is the same deal for the social contacts, though the perps made sure long ago that this was constrained, and blatantly so; I had three hiking friends and they all stopped returning calls within weeks of each other. It is the way it goes, the perps have long prescribed who I met and came to know, and break longer term friendships by forcing moving on me.

1710h
And at the moment of planing to shut down my PC, the child's voices in the hallway starts up, as there is a putative daycare two doors down, and as always, I cannot verify it for sure. The few children's voices I hear from the hallway invariably have such elegant coincident timing with the typical noisestalked events the perps favor. So many of my past residences were bereft of authentic tenants, and I assumed that the irradiative emanations were too much for mere mortals, but instead reserved for groomed victims like myself. Even looking outside begets a constant vista of plasma projections, maser waves, point sources of light etc. which causes me to wonder what is going on in this city, and how much radiation are the populace/shills being exposed to. I thought it interesting in my last few weeks with the swim club in 2003, before I was exposed to their involvement, that at least three parties I knew were moving out of town. (Or else they were off to the perp's school for operative training, the usual intake time I have come to understand).

2220h
After an hour of listening to music tracks, the perps pulled a fire alarm stunt. By the time I got to the bottom of the stairs, the asshole in white in front of me stopped, and about 15 gangstalkers came up the stairs as it was declared to be a false alarm. The usual stunts were on; a male operative put on his white shirt, tie and business slacks, making out that he was in some authority position, this at 2200h for crissakes. The token negro gangstalker was put on, as was the decrepit handicap act, the one with the open mouth all the time. And before I got to the stairwell to go downstairs, a woman was exiting of all things, dangling a bag of carrots in front on the brown door. It never fucking ends, all these sick color and gangstalk games, all to drive me out of my apartment at this time of day.

But at least is was made out that there were some tenants in this building, though I am not convinced it wasn't purely a gangstalker show.

That is the excitement for today, and who knows, maybe some more stunts for tomorrow, Thursday, having both yoga and strength training.

On the Buses

1345h
It was another freak show on the bus coming into downtown Victoria this morning, as I did not get a ride from my mother as she went on a hiking group outing. Even the bus stop had its freaks. An East Indian woman pacing some 25' along and back with a walking cane no less. Fucking absurd. Then there was a convergence of five ambulatory people on this bus stop area at 1030h in a residential area, one of whom stopped at the crosswalk ahead of me, and when I proceeded across, she just stayed there hanging onto the signpost for some bizarre reason. After I crossed the street and got to the bus stop some 20' away, she was still dithering about on the other side of the road, and eventually went into the small grocery store that was there. Fucking bizarre. And the Asian chinless delegation of mother and daughter arrived again; this would apear to be a combination demographic. The bus was half full when I got on which is total bullshit as it is at the terminus in a residential area. The full width backseat had a male doing the "sprawl", legs wide open, arms out across other seat backs, and generally exposing as much of himself as he could.

As the bus filled up, two more males came to the back seat, all with legs spread wide, one with a black metal cane who went onto do some overly loud talking on his cell phone about fuck all; just repeating "yes" most of the time. Another one of the fuckers later got onto his cell phone. I got starings from the assholes for no reason whatsoever; and I made sure that I was presentable before I set off, so it wasn't anything about me. Another Asian sat nearby and came on with a whole lot of BO that got rank, and then he put on a stare as well.

I also noted that the operatives that stand in the rear exit of the bus seem to know that I am coming up behind them, as they move without me saying anything, and magically know exactly when. I got the follow-me off the bus again at an obscure stop, another Asian with red spots on his face, which I took to be some kind of added color to serve as alternate color references over his skin. The perps routinely give me red zits to accomplish the same, though not to the degree they hammered me with them in my teenage years.

And yes, they did that, as the zits would have an alternating pattern from one side of my face to the other. They would place them on one side, and allow it to subside, then the next large one of comparable size would "occur" on the opposite side in an almost mirror image location. And when then decided to give me a whole side-of-my-face boil, they "kindly" had this happen over the Easter break. There are a whole lot more of related stories over that dark period, but I won't get into it now.

I noticed the assholes did the same on my daughter when she was 12 to 14, and then it suddenly stopped. I can only assume that the perps managed to attain total control of all skin function energetics then, including the adolescent years, and finally relented on torturing me and my kin in this fashion. Neither of my two brothers had this same skin condition as I did in my adolescent years.

And I noticed when I got back to this putative rooming house that the opposite hallway spur has more automotive parts "placed" there, only 4' from my door. Today it is automotive glass from side windows. They had a whole door there a few months ago. And a black plastic garbage bag a few days ago, for a day.

Another stunt was to have my income tax return "re-accessed" such that I said to owe them some $2,300 in taxes. And lo, if they made a "mistake" and the income was doubled, hence the confusion. I was allowed to sort this out online even, which is incredibly advanced. No letters, formal complaints etc. After about three forced log-outs, I was allowed to discover the links to modify this error, and get my income in the appropriate tax return line to be correctly assessed. This represents the fourth time in the last five years that they have re-assessed me, and as always, I win the case. This one should be a no-brainer, but I am not counting on it. The noise action was intense for the whole time I was attending to this latest tax related fuckery; overhead clunking and squeaking, hallway voices, outside chainsaw noise, transiting "residents' etc.

And for the second time in three days, and with a record turnaround, the perps have launched the vacuum cleaning overhead, and if I am real unlucky, they will bring it downstairs and outside my room, and put on the usual bullshit cleaning job, as all the white colored chads from toilet paper and plastic bags were still in place last time. Hence my theory that they really must be placed for color reference purposes.

1530h
I am back from the Chicken Run, the event of walking 15 minutes to a grocery store for hot cooked chicken, and returning. Nothing odd about that except for the all-out gangstalk show, and the noise assault and (my) body preparation. There was rap music from across the hall, plastic bag rustling, then overhead vacuuming, and then they forced me to take a shit, and it was a two plunges to clear the "blockage" and a shower to clean up the mess they made on me.

Then I went out onto the street to go shopping; a blonde woman followed me for 8 minutes, past the three freaks clustered at the entrance to a nearby medical building. One was in a black jacket and blue boxer shorts smoking a cigarette, squarely facing outward as if in a defiant pose. Another male was behind him backed up into a corner against the railing with shades on, a soft brown jacket, and pushing his tongue against the inside of his mouth, bump facing me. The third was a woman who was in an odd pose, and I am not allowed to recall why, and I did have better recall over these combination stunts at one time.

Later in the outbound leg of my walk, my brother-as-if-he-were-brown-skinned gangstalker doubled back to follow me, then a unidirectional swarm of at least 10 gangstalkers walking east ahead of me (opposite direction) before I got into the store. There were more gangstalkers inside of course, and some ugly ones in crimson red for whatever reason, and they let me out of the checkout without too much delay, only one ahead of me with his brown paper bag that he took through.

Outside the nearby LD store, the perps put on two ambulances and a police vehicle with some of the personnel hanging around, not looking that busy. This has been arranged before at this same location, and I cannot recall if it was a Chicken Run event or not. Some plywood had been laid over a parking stall and bounded off with yellow flagging tape for some reason, as they appear to be testing parking stall locations these days.

When walking back, two buses disgorged about 12 passengers coming toward me on my right side, (a much favored ambulatory gangstalker orientation) all strung out as if in formation. Then around the corner was a tall male large gutted male in a crimson red shirt and a black leather jacket coming toward me, looking totally disgusting. There were swarms more gangstalkers on the street, and the perps made sure some kind of grey colored large bird was mashed onto the street on my way back. That I was packing a cooked chicken was surely no coincidence. The outside of my window gangstalker personnel were visible from the street before I got back, then after putting away the groceries, I de-fatted the chicken while the same brown color shirted gangstalker was outside, in a direct line of sight through the window 12' away. A white PT Cruiser then parked under my window, the Asian gangstalker got out and stood around for five minutes looking at the roof for no reason, and then a third male gangstalker came to show off his wild and long hairdo on the stairs. That's three males, none of who know each other (theoretically) clustered within 10' of each other, under my window, each doing their own weird thing, and none of the others appeared to notice the other.

The Coffee Corps also put in a showing during my walk to the grocery store and back; these are the ambulatory gangstalkers with a coffee cup held in front of them, looking like a take away customer, except that there are so many of them, and they often follow me through residential areas and are unlike typical customers. There are variants on the cup, from vacuum mugs, glass mugs, transparent plastic travelling vessels and the store issued paper based styles in various colors. For some 4 years I did the same before going to work; packing a take away coffee and other brown colored items, and here the assholes are having their gangstalkers do the same for close to five years now. Packing their brown color reference objects around, in an attempt to solve their brown color problem without declaring their intent.

Meanwhile, and extra N./S two way commute was going on when I was out, often with three or four red vehicles clustered together, and then six to ten silver-greys and whites clustered along with other colors, usually more than one. An extra commute for the E. and W. directions was also organized in the same way. I reckon they put on some 500 vehicles on this gangstalk, not counting the parked vehicles, many of which were color coordinated with others that are proximate, as well as the mobile traffic. It is simply amazing how much effort the assholes devote to me going on a 30 minute shopping trip, and yet won't come out of the closet and front themselves.

Then the perps let me in on a 1" sized red welt they created and arranged on my neck with no apparent causal. This has erupted since this morning, and without any sensation as to an organic cause, and I assume this is for localized leverage in getting a remote reading on this color with respect to others further away.

Finally, the mind-planted bullshit over ceasing hostilities is over, and they are letting me get on with the reality of moving. It seems they need to innudate me with this bullshit until I have no defences left, "believe it" for a few days, and then permit the most likely picture to come to mind. That is, they are not going to stop harassing me, and that my next move is into a location that suits the next round of harassment, whatever it may be. Hopefully quieter, though in the last location in a concrete building they still pounded the floors overhead with coincident zappings.

1925h
The sun is setting and I am getting a direct line of sight rays from the sun as I write this. I suspect this is an important event, for all the sunlight/daylight intensity level jerking around they pull on any given day.

I spent the last hour putting my financial records in order, updating my Quicken to the online bank statements, always an extra workout as the former sum up going down the page, and the latter in the opposite direction. And it doesn't matter if there are the commands to reverse the order of the financial institution's web page, they don't work. Another "just for me" customization that the perps have introduced. And they can mess my head bigtime as to recalling what order each is in, as well as remotely invoked line item incognition. That is where the assholes won't allow a transaction line item to be accepted as visible: I see it, but not all of what I see registers in my brain with meaning (valence). This was another option for fucking my head they learned last year, and they put it to use regularly.

And normally the perps put on a huge noise show when I am dealing with financial records, e.g. this morning's income tax re-assessment and change submission. Tonight, the noise was down to a dull and unobserved roar; background noise, or at least that is the way I interpreted it at the time. My reactivity can be fucked with too; from a so-what to an explode, and even back to back, defying the emotional state at the moment.

I looked at a place earlier at 1800h, the near dusk onset, and likely it was a feint to get me outside at that time, especially when I haven't eaten since this afternoon when I ate chicken off the carcass. I got my usual ambulatory gangstalkers, and I got a file of vehicular gangstalkers organized as follows; three dark metallic red vehicles, a black, a mid grey, three more dark metallic red vehicles, two white vehicles, and then more that I don't recall. As it was a little late for commute time in this government town, it was likely another ordered group designed to test me on these colors, especially red, at this time of day.

2315h
Time to call this a wrap and blog off. I have been reading about aliens, Majestic 12 (interesting), and the Fact or Fiction site (for idle minds).








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