08-08-2017
A double event after vineyard work; first the dentist
for cleaning for an hour and then dental X-rays, and then an inspection by the dentist. And lo, in the whack-a-mole fuckery that has become my
dental care, another tooth is abscessing. One was bothering me for
the past month in the run up to the dental appointment (in typical perp
timing over the past 15 years). I thought it was the very expensive
crown installed in 02-2017, but no, it is an older root canal, two teeth
away. Because it is an old root canal with a crown on it, I must go to
the specialist, which means double the expense, like an estimated $1200.
Thanks a lot assholes.
The fall expenditures they so like to nail me
with are starting early. The dental appointment ran late, and then with a 20 minute home stop for food, a near-impromptu gig with Ben Waters, as he was circulating in
Canada, between gigs, and the local impresario (nice guy,
friendly and treats me normal) set him up here in Penticton.
Ben Waters put on a great show, 3 hours less break time, with his 16 y.o. son on excellent saxophone (good on keyboard too), and an strong local drummer and bass player.
But was was with the couple in front
of me who really put on a perverse show. I could see fine from the corner of the room, but they decided to act weird, even if they were 50+ y.o. It wasn't enough that they had seats to my R, but then had to stand up, move to my L and stand (both of them), then occasionally dance to some of the rock and roll numbers. Then the classic "split couple" gangstalk stunt, where one of them was on each side and I viewed the stage between them. Then they swapped places for their viewscape limiting sentry duty, and even swapped seats. And then to finish their performance, they left at the end of the show, but before the encore, which lasted 30 minutes. And lo, who, steps in front of me when I was about to exit, why, it is this same gangstalk couple who should of been long gone. It is me who has ADD, and I know restlessness better than most. I haven't seen such obvious performance stalking stupidity for a long time, largely because I avoid open seating situations as this kind of ridiculous shit breaks out every time.
Just what is it that the perps need in order to block my view of things? From concerts, to viewing out windows on the bus, or setting up view obstructions like large vehicles on the roads, the perps' need to obstruct what I see is insane as it is relentless. (They will even obstruct me viewing myself in the mirror by floating in some mucus on my eye ball). If nothing else demonstrates they know what I can see in real time, it is this absurd game of visual field obstruction they constantly manage down to the microsecond.
So apart from the animated couple gangstalking stunt detailed above, on further analysis, it would seem the perps wanted me out
and about after dental cleaning work with X-rays at a concert with 170 other attendees, with minimal intervening residence dwell time (20 minutes to eat) before I was out again until 2200h. Presumably I had some kind of different energies about me they wanted to capitalize on. (Not to mention prior extensive touching by the dental personnel). Then I had to get up earlier
as I had to start work at 0600h, so to burn the candle at both ends.
08-09-2017
Another smokey vineyard laboring day, and then off to an appointment for my IV vitamin C treatment, my pre-radiotherapy plan before I get it for prostate cancer in early October. And for "accompaniment" one patient managed to have blood dripped on her arm, and another was in a wheelchair (much Unfavored). As "usual", a heavy vehicular gangstalking show to accompany me from Okanagan Falls to Pentiction, post treatment.
Onto the title of this post; an aerial display to start off Peach Fest tonight in this Okanagan town, in what ought to be hot weather, but is merely warm due to the smokey conditions. We had the Snowbirds doing aerial displays, and then a CF-18 fighter jet ramped up the noise by flying lower and faster for 30 minutes. All while I was outside picking out the grass darts from my socks from vineyard work. The perps love a good sky ripping noise, and all the better that it can be delivered at lower altitudes than normal.
The smoke continues to sit in the valley, reducing the sun to a
orange-red orb, even at noon. More local dimming it would seem, all to thwart full out
hot temperatures. And no tanning can be had with the reduced light
intensity either.
08-10-2017
Vineyard work, still with smokey skies. Not even close to tanning light levels still, now two weeks straight of this "weather system", four weeks in all. As I see it, it is more local dimming experiments by the perps, but who knows how all this feeds into their huge nonconsensual human experimentation agenda, which IMHO, includes the entire Earth and its bio-sphere.
What was with the rude-assed troupe of E. Indians (from India) parading in at the self checkout at SOF tonight? Presumably a family, but walking in single file at 8' apart, and just after I finished paying for my groceries, in keeping with the absolutely relentless and senseless gangstalking whenever I make a financial transaction. What was so rude-assed about these five Fuckwits was that they entered the store and then proceeded to walk through where customers exit. All they had to do was go to the R and bypass the whole self checkout section. But no, this grim E. Indian woman leads the pack in her flowing robes (sari?) with the characteristic perp-managed "look-away" countenance, and the rest of them follow, suitably spaced apart to hold me up for longer at the self-check out. Talk about fucking rude, delivered by one of the brown people minorities that need a lesson in civil conduct, assuming they weren't set up for this performance. Maybe they were there for "brown calibration", as I had chocolate in my purchases.
Similarly, it was last week at SOF when at a regular checkout as I was about to pay, they slid by an E. Indian male in a turban and his pyjama-like robe outfit, which caught my eye. (And likely raised my abreaction response). I loathe the sight of turbans (all head wear in fact), and also dislike the draped robes/sari garment look, both much Unfavored. In other words, also at a financial transaction event, they put on the E. Indian gangstalker. Per above, they added four more tonight, to make five of them to parade past at this long-stalked perp Fuckover moment. Normally the E. Indians don't go to SOF, as they seem to like a competitor across the street where they shop in droves. (My crippled local fickle friend took me to this supermarket competitor three months ago when I was helping him out doing his shopping while he was on crutches). Very curious, this file of E. Indian gangstalkers "happening" to arrive at financial transaction moments in a store they rarely frequent.
08-11-2017
Continuing smokey skies while doing vineyard work. Another cancellation of the planting I was to be doing; the boss man had arranged two of us to be planting vines all day today, but the water system wasn't working right. Which is what happened yesterday, but today I was informed this morning. Not a huge deal; I worked on the adjacent vineyard doing bunch thinning. And perfect perp arranging; I got caught without my headphones and player as I thought I was to be planting, and usually have someone around. In such circumstances I don't wear headphones when working with someone nearby. Deliberately tuning out in a cooperative environment is the height of rudeness IMHO. Not that it bothers the perps any of course. Rudeness of others is just another entre to pissing the TI victim off.
08-12-2017
Saturday, and a day off, even if there will be a pressing need to tend to the fruit thinning and the de-leafing, just as 2 acres of planting stock need to be planted.
And an obvious gangstalking at the whole foods place today; one of the cashiers was doing shopping for herself and hounding my ass, as in gangstalking. Then, not too surprisingly, she shows up ahead of me at the line at the checkout. And what does she do when she is done with the cashier, why, she swaps out with the cashier and then becomes my cashier! All this for the last 30 minutes of store opening time. Talk about an extra obvious financial transaction stalking.
Some pointless fuckery today, traveling 30 min. to the organic farm to get 4 lb of basil, all to find out that they hadn't picked it. I will have to phone ahead next time, something I wanted to do today, but the mindfuck games were on and I felt compelled to drive there just to find out all was for naught. Thanks assholes.
Then to the Ford dealership to get the Escape's oil changed, and the timing belt inspected as I have no records of it, the papers supplied by my perp-abetting mother. But as the vehicle had been faithfully maintained at a Ford dealership in Victoria, the service representative offered to phone the dealership instead. (Timing belt replacement interval is 100,000 km, and the vehicle has 113,000km). So... as it turns out he got blown off and not helped over the phone, and didn't inspect it either, so I still don't know. Thanks a lot assholes, a classic perp stunt; be all over an issue and then get doubly thwarted (seemingly) by the minions who earn their living by doing this kind of work but somehow don't deliver. Excuses, but no determination. The perps just love this kind of FUD (Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt); escalated by lost paper work (potentially), prior ineptitude (potentially), have the TI victim get all over the issue and take the vehicle to someone who is to make a positive determination and lo, nothing happens. All to escalate the FUD, and also to vex the victim all the more over the potential consequences (a broken timing belt means a broken engine- been there, had it done to me). And lo, the quote on a timing belt replacement is $750, where the prior Toyota Camry was $200, as I had it done. Well done Ford.
A sudden weather change when I was about to walk back to the Ford dealership, a 10 minute walk. After four weeks of stable sunny weather, much attenuated by smokey skies, why, the wind picks up and clouds roll in, and effectively re-creates the attenuated sunny conditions, just with a different muting agent, clouds instead of smoke. Go figure.
08-13-2017
I got out hiking today, and even an hour of tanning, though not skyclad. The hiking gangstalking was relatively light, not hordes up on McIntyre Bluff today. I got my 4 lb of basil finally, and when home, got hit with a restless phase, and after reading a book for 30 min., I got hit with a 1 hour nap attack. I don't know what it is about reading, but the perps have been hitting me with nap attacks afterward, sometimes 2 hours when there is no sleep deficit.
Anyhow, time to launch this for the week and ponder what next the perps will dream up. As of this posting, 1800 published posting in total dealing with this in situ invasive atrocity.
Showing posts with label FUD games. Show all posts
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Sunday, August 13, 2017
Sunday, March 20, 2016
Driver Hell
03-13-2016
One has to admire the perp's timing. Now income tax return time, and there are at least two I need to print because they are only online. And with my regular PC now in the shop for 2.5 months for a two week job, I purchased a small browser PC in its place. Ergo, no printer driver, and not that Windows 7 let me in it on either. Finally I get to figure out why it just sits there while I fume at it. No drivers at the HP site, and the HP software "Problem Solution" detects the HP932C printer OK, and then just sits there and does nothing. No driver it seems, not that it tells me either. Then the HP site suggests a Windows driver update, and it doesn't have my printer in the list, but goes away for an list update and doesn't come back. I had to kill it with Task Manager for crissakes. Even if printer drivers are years old, they generally work, so what is the deal?
Above hassle is also aided by not finding the advanced search in Google so I can limit the ancient results from the web search. Add in Firefox changing the interface and de-featuring it too, if not obstructing the features. And aforementioned Windows not finding the driver either. Like WTF; do I have to visit my PC in the shop and get the driver software from it? (Said PC has been there for three months for a two week job).
Another perp trick in the name of extending this driver hell is to block the Search box on driver download sites. This driver software obstruction is a serious minded harassment fuckover scene tonight.Then shit like this, and not the first time and only site this file cannot be found;
What is going on that a single driver file is totally blocked out all over the internet, and not just at the corporate sites (one being the one who made the printer in the first place)?
03-14-2016
Pruning vines this afternoon at the site with the construction babe. I couldn't miss that figure each time I came to the end of the row, being on show IMHO.
Yoga tonight, and the one new dude who arrives ends up slipping into the room first, and lo, if he didn't place his mat in exactly the usual location I do. So I went to the back of the room and disrupted the regular order of mat placement there.The winsome tall girl ended up next to me, she of exquisite yoga skills, not unlike the tall girl of last year who doesn't come any more. The late comer in a red top who had been hounding me the last few sessions in the lobby ended up on my other side, and way to close, as I ended up flopping my hand onto her arm in a supine twist. Enough of that bullshit, so I moved my mat over 18" where there was plenty of extra room. Funny how that happens.
The yoga instructor doing adjustments, that is, aiding the student with touches and holds has got more interesting in perp terms. She doesn't explain what she is going to do, so hanging onto me while I do position changes seems a little odd. (Because normally, as I understand it, she would help with a single position). A few weeks ago she ran her hand down my spine after doing adjustments, which struck me as gratuitous as it wasn't really aiding me. All part of the "helping" I assume.
03-06-2016
And why do the perps like to set up confusion over the correct time and date? It seems they screwed my watch into advancing a day when I set the time to Daylight Savings three days ago. And with half month paydays, the payroll person texted me as to my recent hours as I had been working off site. She asked for "yesterday's" time and I replied ("thinking", per erroneous watch setting), that it wasn't important as it was a day past the mid month, and that all she wanted was the 15th. All of this was abetted by no one at the winery this morning when I was there, as I wanted to enter my work hours on the wall posting inside. And too, abetted by the fact that I didn't "notice" that my phone had the date on it too, so I used my watch instead.
The perps pulled a similar stunt in late January when I returned from Victoria. They ran my battery powered room clock down, made it slow by 40 minutes, and of course I didn't notice until later when I got to the tanning salon earlier than expected. The assistant there didn't correct me on getting the time wrong on the phone and said something to the effect that she "knew what I meant".
Major PC mouse problems tonight, and a new mouse to boot. And after screaming at the assholes to back off they made it worse. Back to the thumb ball mouse, my long favorite as the base doesn't physically move, just the ball under my thumb. I suppose with this temporary replacement PC that came with a mouse and a keyboard, they want to re-introduce the components that I was using with the regular PC. Which suggests this keyboard is going to malfunction too, probably before the regular PC comes back.
And some TI suggested a few weeks ago that I get my keyboard fixed for whatever reason, maybe my comments weren't getting typed correctly, though I didn't notice. For the record, this new keyboard malfunctions in Blogger at about the same frequency as my more expensive Topre keyboard, now idled. That is, about every two weeks or so, the Shift characters don't come out correctly and there is nothing I can do about it. Hardly an adversity that would plague the perps.
03-17-2016
Most vineyard work today; tying down.That is laying down the canes that weren't pruned onto the horizontal wire and tying them down onto the trellis wire with a soft tie wire, usually at the ends to hold them fast. (The canes are also twisted, wound around the horizontal wire to better support them and the eventual load of grapes). All week the perps have been dropping the notion that the construction babe (at adjacent building site) would be interested in what I was doing and come have a look while I explained the process to her. I rejected this planted notion out of hand as why would she care anyhow? I don't talk to her much, or any of the construction personnel for that matter. Well, as it "happened", this did in fact occur today. She was moving some construction materials about four vine rows away and asked me if my (bare) hands were cold, which they were, but I didn't have a choice as the tying job requires fine motor control and gloves constantly get pinched. (Or at least they now do since 04-2002). She then asked what I was doing, and then came over to have a look while I showed her. So some face time with a cutie with gorgeous hair at the end of vine row.
Later the other vineyard helper came to rake the rows of vines, moving them into the aisle for the flail mower. After that there was a load of rock to unload from a pickup that he and I unloaded into buckets to be packed elsewhere. All exciting stuff for the perps, handling off site rock, that is, petrovoltaic activity and all. And all the while digging the rocks, they put on the dude yap nearby as a constant verbal background, as I didn't pick up much of what they were saying save the odd phrase.
03-18-2016
No true vineyard work today, but property maintenance work, which included power washing, always a major perp jerkaround activity. They made it memorable by arranging the hose to hang up on the muffler and burn a hole in it. Then this hole jetted a 6' spray of water for most of the job. Cute trick that, arranging for a burned hole in the hose so some water bypasses the nozzle of the power washer. And supplying the power washer with a gray hose, then linked to a black one, and then a blue one (the one that got burned) was no doubt a big factor in their relentless and insane fuckery over water delivery methods, materials and their respective colors.
03-19-2016
Saturday, and a pruning job with a different crew at a different vineyard. Three other women and two guys a nary a word of Punjabi. One couple was heavy into arm tattoos; each of them on both arms, wrist to forearm. Perhaps they are married for that reason. I got obvious gangstalk coverage when at row ends and breaks as they were each on their smart phones, looking at whatever. Then at the day's end they were clustered around my vehicle in the same mode. Though to be fair, one of them had a fitness app, and it seems we walked some 15km on the day.
It wasn't full pruning, as the cutting part of it had been done. All six of us were pulling the cut canes and all their tendrils wrapped around the wires (and other canes) from the wire trellis. Easier said than done, as it was hard work, very heavy on upper body strength. In all my past pruning, now four years worth, it was cut and pull, vine by vine. Today it was pull only, all vines. Quite the change to my past pruning practice.
And what was with the helicopter coverage today? At least 40 fly overs, nearly all originating from the SE and travelling NW, about every five minutes from the same hill. And different makes and models of helicopters doing the same thing on the same bearing. Excepting no EC-135's for some reason, normally one of their favorites. Though another of the perps' favorite, the A-Star came for some extended coverage on different bearings.They even had the light fixed wing aircraft flying the same bearing at times, once with a helicopter following at at respectable distance. That we were some 300m from a airport navigation tower, some 30m high, might have been something to do with it. Nearly all of the helicopter flights were crossing the glide/take off path of the Penticton airport. Pardon my aircraft control ignorance in advance, but I always thought that airport glide/take off paths were semi-sacred; you don't cut across them, especially over 40x in a morning.
03-20-2016
Sunday, and a whole day off.
I see that some asshole messed up my email responses to certain individuals, transposing the header of one to the other. Believe me, when I reply to a message, using the "Reply" button, I never manipulate the headers as the recipient would lose track of the message thread. As it so "happens" both messages were about stereo equipment of the same manufacturer, just different components (amp and tuner). And yet, when using the "Reply" button, somehow the header of one got transposed to the other. And why is it that some insane organized invasive agency has to mess with such trivial details to create confusion among my email recipients? (And me, momentarily). Not unlike the above confusion they seeded earlier this week (above) over the day of the week. Its the FUD (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt) imperative again I suppose.
And I see the FUD games never cease. The above email recipient sends me an email with the content suggesting that he never got/read the email that I sent him, the latter email that was to relieve the confusion for crissakes. Related to this, I now see that the email to the other recipient never got sent as it is parked in the Drafts section when I swear I sent it. (I spent 4 days waiting for a reply). I resumed the thread after getting a "non reply", and again, this same recipient hasn't got back to me on selling this audio gear for three days. That was always the positive difference for me when visiting or living in the US; salespeople always got on with selling me what I wanted with dispatch. In Canada, it seems like a foot dragging exercise all too often, though in fact, the perps with their obsessive interest in all my financial transactions, just might be behind disrupting them, including aforementioned email disjuncts.
All of the above email criss-crossing and getting messages confused was accompanied in the multi-tasking world the perps so love, with a download music file purchase, and the normally proficient vendor delaying their purchase confirmation by 20 minutes. When working at my last office job, I could never understand why my email was getting delayed by 15 to 20 minutes while every one else seemed to be able to receive messages within a few seconds. And so it goes, another facet of perp fuckery; communication delays and disjuncts.
Time to call this done for the week; another shut-in day, save stepping outside to see if the perps killed all 12 of my potted sage plant shoots. There might be one that survived; we shall see.
One has to admire the perp's timing. Now income tax return time, and there are at least two I need to print because they are only online. And with my regular PC now in the shop for 2.5 months for a two week job, I purchased a small browser PC in its place. Ergo, no printer driver, and not that Windows 7 let me in it on either. Finally I get to figure out why it just sits there while I fume at it. No drivers at the HP site, and the HP software "Problem Solution" detects the HP932C printer OK, and then just sits there and does nothing. No driver it seems, not that it tells me either. Then the HP site suggests a Windows driver update, and it doesn't have my printer in the list, but goes away for an list update and doesn't come back. I had to kill it with Task Manager for crissakes. Even if printer drivers are years old, they generally work, so what is the deal?
Above hassle is also aided by not finding the advanced search in Google so I can limit the ancient results from the web search. Add in Firefox changing the interface and de-featuring it too, if not obstructing the features. And aforementioned Windows not finding the driver either. Like WTF; do I have to visit my PC in the shop and get the driver software from it? (Said PC has been there for three months for a two week job).
Another perp trick in the name of extending this driver hell is to block the Search box on driver download sites. This driver software obstruction is a serious minded harassment fuckover scene tonight.Then shit like this, and not the first time and only site this file cannot be found;
Not Found
The requested URL /pub/softlib/software12/COL50403/mp-122330-1/hppiw.exe was not found on this server.
What is going on that a single driver file is totally blocked out all over the internet, and not just at the corporate sites (one being the one who made the printer in the first place)?
03-14-2016
Pruning vines this afternoon at the site with the construction babe. I couldn't miss that figure each time I came to the end of the row, being on show IMHO.
Yoga tonight, and the one new dude who arrives ends up slipping into the room first, and lo, if he didn't place his mat in exactly the usual location I do. So I went to the back of the room and disrupted the regular order of mat placement there.The winsome tall girl ended up next to me, she of exquisite yoga skills, not unlike the tall girl of last year who doesn't come any more. The late comer in a red top who had been hounding me the last few sessions in the lobby ended up on my other side, and way to close, as I ended up flopping my hand onto her arm in a supine twist. Enough of that bullshit, so I moved my mat over 18" where there was plenty of extra room. Funny how that happens.
The yoga instructor doing adjustments, that is, aiding the student with touches and holds has got more interesting in perp terms. She doesn't explain what she is going to do, so hanging onto me while I do position changes seems a little odd. (Because normally, as I understand it, she would help with a single position). A few weeks ago she ran her hand down my spine after doing adjustments, which struck me as gratuitous as it wasn't really aiding me. All part of the "helping" I assume.
03-06-2016
And why do the perps like to set up confusion over the correct time and date? It seems they screwed my watch into advancing a day when I set the time to Daylight Savings three days ago. And with half month paydays, the payroll person texted me as to my recent hours as I had been working off site. She asked for "yesterday's" time and I replied ("thinking", per erroneous watch setting), that it wasn't important as it was a day past the mid month, and that all she wanted was the 15th. All of this was abetted by no one at the winery this morning when I was there, as I wanted to enter my work hours on the wall posting inside. And too, abetted by the fact that I didn't "notice" that my phone had the date on it too, so I used my watch instead.
The perps pulled a similar stunt in late January when I returned from Victoria. They ran my battery powered room clock down, made it slow by 40 minutes, and of course I didn't notice until later when I got to the tanning salon earlier than expected. The assistant there didn't correct me on getting the time wrong on the phone and said something to the effect that she "knew what I meant".
Major PC mouse problems tonight, and a new mouse to boot. And after screaming at the assholes to back off they made it worse. Back to the thumb ball mouse, my long favorite as the base doesn't physically move, just the ball under my thumb. I suppose with this temporary replacement PC that came with a mouse and a keyboard, they want to re-introduce the components that I was using with the regular PC. Which suggests this keyboard is going to malfunction too, probably before the regular PC comes back.
And some TI suggested a few weeks ago that I get my keyboard fixed for whatever reason, maybe my comments weren't getting typed correctly, though I didn't notice. For the record, this new keyboard malfunctions in Blogger at about the same frequency as my more expensive Topre keyboard, now idled. That is, about every two weeks or so, the Shift characters don't come out correctly and there is nothing I can do about it. Hardly an adversity that would plague the perps.
03-17-2016
Most vineyard work today; tying down.That is laying down the canes that weren't pruned onto the horizontal wire and tying them down onto the trellis wire with a soft tie wire, usually at the ends to hold them fast. (The canes are also twisted, wound around the horizontal wire to better support them and the eventual load of grapes). All week the perps have been dropping the notion that the construction babe (at adjacent building site) would be interested in what I was doing and come have a look while I explained the process to her. I rejected this planted notion out of hand as why would she care anyhow? I don't talk to her much, or any of the construction personnel for that matter. Well, as it "happened", this did in fact occur today. She was moving some construction materials about four vine rows away and asked me if my (bare) hands were cold, which they were, but I didn't have a choice as the tying job requires fine motor control and gloves constantly get pinched. (Or at least they now do since 04-2002). She then asked what I was doing, and then came over to have a look while I showed her. So some face time with a cutie with gorgeous hair at the end of vine row.
Later the other vineyard helper came to rake the rows of vines, moving them into the aisle for the flail mower. After that there was a load of rock to unload from a pickup that he and I unloaded into buckets to be packed elsewhere. All exciting stuff for the perps, handling off site rock, that is, petrovoltaic activity and all. And all the while digging the rocks, they put on the dude yap nearby as a constant verbal background, as I didn't pick up much of what they were saying save the odd phrase.
03-18-2016
No true vineyard work today, but property maintenance work, which included power washing, always a major perp jerkaround activity. They made it memorable by arranging the hose to hang up on the muffler and burn a hole in it. Then this hole jetted a 6' spray of water for most of the job. Cute trick that, arranging for a burned hole in the hose so some water bypasses the nozzle of the power washer. And supplying the power washer with a gray hose, then linked to a black one, and then a blue one (the one that got burned) was no doubt a big factor in their relentless and insane fuckery over water delivery methods, materials and their respective colors.
03-19-2016
Saturday, and a pruning job with a different crew at a different vineyard. Three other women and two guys a nary a word of Punjabi. One couple was heavy into arm tattoos; each of them on both arms, wrist to forearm. Perhaps they are married for that reason. I got obvious gangstalk coverage when at row ends and breaks as they were each on their smart phones, looking at whatever. Then at the day's end they were clustered around my vehicle in the same mode. Though to be fair, one of them had a fitness app, and it seems we walked some 15km on the day.
It wasn't full pruning, as the cutting part of it had been done. All six of us were pulling the cut canes and all their tendrils wrapped around the wires (and other canes) from the wire trellis. Easier said than done, as it was hard work, very heavy on upper body strength. In all my past pruning, now four years worth, it was cut and pull, vine by vine. Today it was pull only, all vines. Quite the change to my past pruning practice.
And what was with the helicopter coverage today? At least 40 fly overs, nearly all originating from the SE and travelling NW, about every five minutes from the same hill. And different makes and models of helicopters doing the same thing on the same bearing. Excepting no EC-135's for some reason, normally one of their favorites. Though another of the perps' favorite, the A-Star came for some extended coverage on different bearings.They even had the light fixed wing aircraft flying the same bearing at times, once with a helicopter following at at respectable distance. That we were some 300m from a airport navigation tower, some 30m high, might have been something to do with it. Nearly all of the helicopter flights were crossing the glide/take off path of the Penticton airport. Pardon my aircraft control ignorance in advance, but I always thought that airport glide/take off paths were semi-sacred; you don't cut across them, especially over 40x in a morning.
03-20-2016
Sunday, and a whole day off.
I see that some asshole messed up my email responses to certain individuals, transposing the header of one to the other. Believe me, when I reply to a message, using the "Reply" button, I never manipulate the headers as the recipient would lose track of the message thread. As it so "happens" both messages were about stereo equipment of the same manufacturer, just different components (amp and tuner). And yet, when using the "Reply" button, somehow the header of one got transposed to the other. And why is it that some insane organized invasive agency has to mess with such trivial details to create confusion among my email recipients? (And me, momentarily). Not unlike the above confusion they seeded earlier this week (above) over the day of the week. Its the FUD (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt) imperative again I suppose.
And I see the FUD games never cease. The above email recipient sends me an email with the content suggesting that he never got/read the email that I sent him, the latter email that was to relieve the confusion for crissakes. Related to this, I now see that the email to the other recipient never got sent as it is parked in the Drafts section when I swear I sent it. (I spent 4 days waiting for a reply). I resumed the thread after getting a "non reply", and again, this same recipient hasn't got back to me on selling this audio gear for three days. That was always the positive difference for me when visiting or living in the US; salespeople always got on with selling me what I wanted with dispatch. In Canada, it seems like a foot dragging exercise all too often, though in fact, the perps with their obsessive interest in all my financial transactions, just might be behind disrupting them, including aforementioned email disjuncts.
All of the above email criss-crossing and getting messages confused was accompanied in the multi-tasking world the perps so love, with a download music file purchase, and the normally proficient vendor delaying their purchase confirmation by 20 minutes. When working at my last office job, I could never understand why my email was getting delayed by 15 to 20 minutes while every one else seemed to be able to receive messages within a few seconds. And so it goes, another facet of perp fuckery; communication delays and disjuncts.
Time to call this done for the week; another shut-in day, save stepping outside to see if the perps killed all 12 of my potted sage plant shoots. There might be one that survived; we shall see.
Monday, February 09, 2015
Quad Action
02-04-2015
I got to drive the "Quad" today; a four wheeled Honda ATV for the uninitiated. Backing up with a trailer behind was an effing nightmare, as I could never get it to go the direction I wanted. All my life I have avoided trailering anything, as it always go wrong when I back up. So here I am with a trailering situation at my new employer, which is bound to continue. And the Quad has a rather sensitive throttle, and it made backing up all the worse.
Yesterday, a vineyard business truck tailed me right to the gate where I must get out to enter the keycode to open it. And not the usual passing by vehicular stalking, but stopped behind me and having to visit the winery as well. Can we say extra-obvious vehicular gangstalking?
02-06-2015
Payday, and all kinds of enhanced harassment and noise today. Pruning vines today, and of course "mistakes" erupt as if I hadn't done the job before when this is the third year in succession I have done this job.
Pissing probs again; in the morning more than anything, and lo, if the urologist didn't get back to me, and then took the Friday off. Which again, signifies perp timing again, for maximizing protracted inconvenience; like WTF, why wasn't I allowed to get onto this last week for crissakes?
And after depositing my paycheck, why, I am $700 in the hole. Rent and the dentist visit cost me plenty, and I reckon another month of financial austerity until I will be debt free again. The perps like me to buy things I don't need, and have them sit around for nothing.
My ni-cad drill batteries finally arrived back from the rebuilders in WA state.This meant that I could get on with the belongings I brought back from Victoria over the Christmas break, and hang them up, and get the Ikea curtain rail up too. It serves as kitchen hang rail and frees up a lot of storage room that can be used for the new items I brought back. Just to think, I got back Jan. 07, and then the next day both drill batteries wouldn't charge, and so I was hooped. Then I discover that Ni-cad battery packs can be rebuilt, and so I had to wait out the snail mail scene. I see they sent the batteries from Vancouver to
Seattle and then to San Francisco and then back to Seattle to be routed to their final destination in E Washington state. I suppose I could of driven down there and had them fixed then, but as the Border Patrol has it in for me, e.g. pulling their guns on me for absolutely no reason whatsoever in 2002, plus two other refusals for no apparent reason, I decided that mailing the drill batteries was more reliable.
02-08-2015
Sunday, on a long weekend no less, the Family Day holiday was added to the calendar in BC about four years ago.
And today was muffed up, with a tan at the salon, then grocery shopping (again, as there was such a gangstalk crush on yesterday that I bailed early), and then back to my residence to manage cleaning up the bathroom. My modified method to cleaning the shower stall is to scrub it down while having a shower, skyclad of course. That morphed in to cleaning all of the bathroom, from the tiles, toilet, sink and then the mirror. In the latter case, this mysterious crud arrives just where I would look into the mirror when standing next to it. Therefore, the many facial and chest area hair pluckings get obscured by this scuzz on the mirror, and so I must tip my head L or R to get around it. And of course, attempts at photographing it are problem-fraught, taking a picture with a flash and the light going every which way.
And at the tanning salon the headlight beams were on me when I exited (from a metallic deep maroon red colored vehicle), a prime gangstalking moment it would seem, as it is not the first time I have had this particular exit attention. The cute young blonde girl attendant at the salon almost ran into me when I was exiting the bathroom, another one of those behind-the-doorway eruptions/almost collisions that have plagued me in significantly greater frequency since all this came down 04-2002.
A gym workout tonight, and the first allowed in two weeks. It infuriates me no end they control this when I want to work out. Not only that, but they added 3lb onto my body weight in the interim. They first crimped down on physical exercise in 2003 when they wouldn't let me run outside. They would deplete me of having the energy to run, one block into it. So it became pointless to run. Before that, they screwed me out of swimming when it became evident that all of the swim club was totally in on the harassment. And of course they didn't refund my $120 annual membership fee, only two weeks into the season when I bailed on swimming. And now, they only let me swim 1 or 2x per year. I worked near a very swimmable lake in the summer, and never swam in it once in the past two years after vineyard work. Before the assholes went berserk/overt on me in 2002, I swam for 12 years with the Victoria Masters Swim club, 3x/week, 2500m practice each practice. So thanks a bunch assholes.
02-09-2015
Monday, and it is a Family Day holiday in BC. And lo, if my daughter didn't make an additional request for $1800 due to this infernal CPP Disability plan payback hassle that blew up last year. (And drained me of all my savings). I already sent her $1800 back in May 2014 to clear it off, and now they (apparently) want the same again. Though it does make me suspicious that she may of not used the money I sent her in the first place, added on to the fact that she didn't tell me about this seeming additional sum until the 11th hour of the "final notice". Though to be fair, she is careful about money and doesn't jerk anyone around. Maybe, she is adding to the FUD component that the perps so love to foment; keeping me in the dark and then not explaining why an additional amount is due. I cannot understand why a simple question cannot be answered from her; as in, "is this an additional $1800 over top of what I sent you last year?" All by email of course, and then taking a few days between responses, so enter the protracted FUD games. Then the ex steps in and is sending me a letter via snail-mail. I will be a $1000 in the hole by the time of the next paycheck; getting nailed $200 for my dental cleaning was choice perp timing , as I wasn't under a benefits plan between employers.
A major tool edge sharpening this morning, getting out the Dremel with the diamond burr, and then hand honing from there. Most of the other tools were hand honed, and the perps just love the diamond and tool steel swarf (cuttings) to go down the drain in the sink. Then followed lunch, prepared on the same counter space that the diamond tool edge sharpening was done. And the two plastic tool boxes were sitting on the table before I ate my lunch there.
Enough of the banal banter of a life in constant duress, and getting this posted.
I got to drive the "Quad" today; a four wheeled Honda ATV for the uninitiated. Backing up with a trailer behind was an effing nightmare, as I could never get it to go the direction I wanted. All my life I have avoided trailering anything, as it always go wrong when I back up. So here I am with a trailering situation at my new employer, which is bound to continue. And the Quad has a rather sensitive throttle, and it made backing up all the worse.
Yesterday, a vineyard business truck tailed me right to the gate where I must get out to enter the keycode to open it. And not the usual passing by vehicular stalking, but stopped behind me and having to visit the winery as well. Can we say extra-obvious vehicular gangstalking?
02-06-2015
Payday, and all kinds of enhanced harassment and noise today. Pruning vines today, and of course "mistakes" erupt as if I hadn't done the job before when this is the third year in succession I have done this job.
Pissing probs again; in the morning more than anything, and lo, if the urologist didn't get back to me, and then took the Friday off. Which again, signifies perp timing again, for maximizing protracted inconvenience; like WTF, why wasn't I allowed to get onto this last week for crissakes?
And after depositing my paycheck, why, I am $700 in the hole. Rent and the dentist visit cost me plenty, and I reckon another month of financial austerity until I will be debt free again. The perps like me to buy things I don't need, and have them sit around for nothing.
My ni-cad drill batteries finally arrived back from the rebuilders in WA state.This meant that I could get on with the belongings I brought back from Victoria over the Christmas break, and hang them up, and get the Ikea curtain rail up too. It serves as kitchen hang rail and frees up a lot of storage room that can be used for the new items I brought back. Just to think, I got back Jan. 07, and then the next day both drill batteries wouldn't charge, and so I was hooped. Then I discover that Ni-cad battery packs can be rebuilt, and so I had to wait out the snail mail scene. I see they sent the batteries from Vancouver to
Seattle and then to San Francisco and then back to Seattle to be routed to their final destination in E Washington state. I suppose I could of driven down there and had them fixed then, but as the Border Patrol has it in for me, e.g. pulling their guns on me for absolutely no reason whatsoever in 2002, plus two other refusals for no apparent reason, I decided that mailing the drill batteries was more reliable.
02-08-2015
Sunday, on a long weekend no less, the Family Day holiday was added to the calendar in BC about four years ago.
And today was muffed up, with a tan at the salon, then grocery shopping (again, as there was such a gangstalk crush on yesterday that I bailed early), and then back to my residence to manage cleaning up the bathroom. My modified method to cleaning the shower stall is to scrub it down while having a shower, skyclad of course. That morphed in to cleaning all of the bathroom, from the tiles, toilet, sink and then the mirror. In the latter case, this mysterious crud arrives just where I would look into the mirror when standing next to it. Therefore, the many facial and chest area hair pluckings get obscured by this scuzz on the mirror, and so I must tip my head L or R to get around it. And of course, attempts at photographing it are problem-fraught, taking a picture with a flash and the light going every which way.
And at the tanning salon the headlight beams were on me when I exited (from a metallic deep maroon red colored vehicle), a prime gangstalking moment it would seem, as it is not the first time I have had this particular exit attention. The cute young blonde girl attendant at the salon almost ran into me when I was exiting the bathroom, another one of those behind-the-doorway eruptions/almost collisions that have plagued me in significantly greater frequency since all this came down 04-2002.
A gym workout tonight, and the first allowed in two weeks. It infuriates me no end they control this when I want to work out. Not only that, but they added 3lb onto my body weight in the interim. They first crimped down on physical exercise in 2003 when they wouldn't let me run outside. They would deplete me of having the energy to run, one block into it. So it became pointless to run. Before that, they screwed me out of swimming when it became evident that all of the swim club was totally in on the harassment. And of course they didn't refund my $120 annual membership fee, only two weeks into the season when I bailed on swimming. And now, they only let me swim 1 or 2x per year. I worked near a very swimmable lake in the summer, and never swam in it once in the past two years after vineyard work. Before the assholes went berserk/overt on me in 2002, I swam for 12 years with the Victoria Masters Swim club, 3x/week, 2500m practice each practice. So thanks a bunch assholes.
02-09-2015
Monday, and it is a Family Day holiday in BC. And lo, if my daughter didn't make an additional request for $1800 due to this infernal CPP Disability plan payback hassle that blew up last year. (And drained me of all my savings). I already sent her $1800 back in May 2014 to clear it off, and now they (apparently) want the same again. Though it does make me suspicious that she may of not used the money I sent her in the first place, added on to the fact that she didn't tell me about this seeming additional sum until the 11th hour of the "final notice". Though to be fair, she is careful about money and doesn't jerk anyone around. Maybe, she is adding to the FUD component that the perps so love to foment; keeping me in the dark and then not explaining why an additional amount is due. I cannot understand why a simple question cannot be answered from her; as in, "is this an additional $1800 over top of what I sent you last year?" All by email of course, and then taking a few days between responses, so enter the protracted FUD games. Then the ex steps in and is sending me a letter via snail-mail. I will be a $1000 in the hole by the time of the next paycheck; getting nailed $200 for my dental cleaning was choice perp timing , as I wasn't under a benefits plan between employers.
A major tool edge sharpening this morning, getting out the Dremel with the diamond burr, and then hand honing from there. Most of the other tools were hand honed, and the perps just love the diamond and tool steel swarf (cuttings) to go down the drain in the sink. Then followed lunch, prepared on the same counter space that the diamond tool edge sharpening was done. And the two plastic tool boxes were sitting on the table before I ate my lunch there.
Enough of the banal banter of a life in constant duress, and getting this posted.
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Much Disruption Over Yellow Beans
07-22-2014
Tuesday, the day after yoga, and seemingly another high disruption day to follow disrupted Mondays. (Yoga not being a disruption as I see it, and maybe a regular weekly highlight).
Getting back to yoga, and the orchestration of the class members. A new change in arranging the class members in the room. I was alone in the room for five minutes before class started, and lo, if the other regular male, wasn't sent in next, an all time first. For over a year it has been a succession of the regular females who follow me in if I am first, and in keeping form, they put him next in his usual behind-the-post spot at the back where I cannot see him directly, only by way of the mirrors. Another change up was that of the eight females, only only one was a regular, the remainder were all new to me.
The darling pixie instructor was chirpy as usual, and in her black tight shorts again, none of the body form disguising clothing she often wears. This TI cannot have too many distractions at once apparently; be it her curves, butt, good looks etc. Or at least, they perps have selectively managed for revealing a few female form distractions at a time until the last four sessions or so.
Another day of tucking vines in the vineyard, with the weather taking a turn for the worse, and even a few hours of light showers just to get me wear my jacket and rain hat. Another stunt of theirs was to end my music player listening by having the adjacent farm start up a chainsaw and drive the noise into the headphones. This while playing Eva Cassidy, my all time fave. Within a minute of taking the headphones off, why, the chainsaw noise was shut down for good. Thanks a bunch.
While listening to music, per above, they also arranged aircraft noise to penetrate the headphones; helicopters, four engine turboprops, two engine and single engine aircraft. This emulated the entire prior morning of aircraft noise when I wasn't listening to music; they even put on a single engine aircraft to tail the four engine water bomber, and then had only the single engine return five minutes later directly overhead. Which isn't the first time that outbound aircraft have returned (less than five minutes from the Penticton airport) in short order, but is the first time they put on two aircraft together and had one return. Can we be any more obvious that that? (If they were on a joint mission, a water bomber and a spotter aircraft, they would of stayed together). Though the Orion P-3 anti-submarine aircraft making 7 passes overhead some six weeks ago takes the cake for extra obvious aircraft stalking. (Sending in an over-water mission aircraft 400 miles inland to make seven overhead passes some 400' above (operational elevation) a certain vineyard in broad daylight and in the flight path for the Penticton airport is plain over the top obvious IMHO).
Anyhow, back to the yellow beans. The vineyard owners have a 15x15' vegetable garden but don't eat much from it, and offer the produce to me. As it "happened" the yellow beans came on fast last week when I wasn't doing the daily watering, as the owner took over. I was offered the beans to pick, and took two small buckets back to clean and freeze.
The frozen storage zip lock bags kept screwing up, with the zipper somehow getting off track. Some of the yellow beans self-propelled themselves on the floor, and do we know of an agency that just loves to flick food around, don't we? My finger motor control was messed with so I couldn't manipulate what I wanted to do at any given moment. This and other assaults/insults brought on plenty of screaming at the assholes.
I stopped on the way home to visit the LD store, and there was a screw-up at the Rx counter which kept me captive there for 25 minutes while they made up a smaller single week supply. A freakshow of males in fugly shorts is almost standard, but did they all have to have bald heads? Then a redheaded woman sat in the only available waiting chair, keeping me on the move in the store. Anytime I stop on the way home is prime gangstalking time of late.
On the job obstruction front, I see a promising local wine cellar laborer job that the perps had me obsessing over much of today, the "usual" planted ideations of getting it, etc. has now disappeared from the internet. It was posted yesterday, and was for multiple positions, paid generously, was for a 6 month term, and now, poof gone.
07-23-2014
Tucking vines all day, then thunderstorm at end of day, and so I bailed out some 15 minutes early. It was a strange weather day; the morning was warm and so I had my shorts on, but by 1500h it suddenly got cool and I changed back into my pants. All to make a run for it when the storm unloaded so quickly.
On the way home I picked up two 24" pieces of angle aluminum for shelf supports, and once done, intense vehicular gangstalking started up, just like last time I picked up this same material (four weeks ago). As it "happens" this later aluminum angle stock came from a new shipment that came in two days ago, or, so I was told. Apparently, the first two pieces came from the last of his then current stock. And sure enough, they put on an aluminum boat on a truck rack as an early vehicular gangstalking entity I was stopped beside once I had the aluminum pieces in my vehicle. And in fact, there has been an increase in aluminum boats as gangstalking props of late for crissakes,
It does seem that aluminum is the current "it" substance the perps have invested in. I have two aluminum surface tables (fold down camping tables) and of course rest my hands on the table while typing or eating. Going back to 2012, before I moved to Penticton, I had an Ikea bare wood keyboard tray that my wrists rested on. I had the Ikea wood furniture since 2000, and I suppose the perps have now "graduated" from wood contact and all its energetic considerations, to aluminum. Just to think that was a 10 year run of having a bare wood (pine) keyboard support furniture. And when this furniture was purchased in 2000, they made sure that the remainder of the Ikea Ivar uprights, boards, work surfaces etc. was all available in a single trip, but I had to make a special return trip to Ikea (Seattle area) a week later to get the keyboard support piece. Funny how that "happens'. And while we are on this aluminum material topic, I use Felco secateurs (hand pruners) all day long in the vineyard, and lo, if the handles aren't made of cast aluminum (with a vinyl red coating on the handle's surface).
Later tonight, the thunderstorm came back, now very intense, now an hour of it, though it seems to be clearing. In my Kamloops dwelling brother's town, 240 km away, they had 1" of rain in 30 min. from this same system and plenty of flooding to match. And some nice perp touches with it too. For example, the lights and power went out momentarily and it all came back with the boom, which was very loud. That wasn't enough, because once the lights came back on the perps put on striated plasma light inside, these bands of alternating light and dark in mid room from no And of course, they put on whole room flashes as if the lightning lit my place up, but it was far away at the time.
07-24-2014
A soggy day, though not at first, and therefore sucking me into doing my vineyard work without my rain gear on. That lasted about an hour, time enough to finish one side of one row, and lo, if the rain didn't come on then, so that meant a return to the house. I put my rain gear on then, and wore it most of the remainder of the day as it was continually raining.
07-25-2014
Screwed; the alarm didn't go off and I got up 40 minutes late -meant skipping shaving for armputs, nethers regaion - shaving of front torso is 2x/week, arms is 1x/week
Continually tucking vines again at the vineyard all day.
The Lockheed Electra (or here) aerial gangstalk came for the third consecutive day, to circle Skaha Lake; cleverly timing arrivals and circling for my two breaks, one of which was taken an hour earlier than usual. Its distinctive twin tail is a gimme, and they were built in the 1930's. Why this older aircraft was selected is beyond me, but perhaps it is those radial piston engines, a rarity nowadays. Today's Electra visit was followed with an unbroken aerial noise parade of a water bomber, helicopters (2 different makes/models) and a yellow single engine aircraft that kept coming back every ten minutes or so. I reckon it was at least an hour of unbroken aircraft noise, with the Electra as the opening act.
07-26-2014
Saturday, and a 0700h start to getting my laundry done ended when the laundromat wasn't open at 0710h when the sign on the door clearly states that it opens every day of the week at 0700h. A shorts wearing male was standing at the door looking stupified and blamed electronic locks as the problem. (Like WTF; chances are that if electronic locks were installed, it would not be the problem. So goes the FUD+disinfo games, right down to a passing comment by a supposed bystander. I suppose that should be FUDD, but then again, I have so many variants on this I keep in mind I don't want to create reader confusion by having numerous versions. Because we know who likes to seed Fear+Uncertainty+Doubt.)
A legs wax appointment this morning, with last time's attendant standing at the counter pretending she never met me. She had dyed her hair an unnatural brown, and stared at me for a moment when I was speaking with the woman at the cash desk. Later this same woman in unnatural brown "happened" to be entering the street in my presence, and put on another stalking -all from someone I spoke with at length while she did leg waxing four weeks ago. I have had many "pretend-not-to-know-me" games from the staff at this place, as well as many others in the ambulatory gangstalking scene. I don't why they do this, start friendly and then suddenly withdraw any knowledge of past encounters, sometimes from one room to the next. Another notable time of this stunt when was when one woman was friendly in yoga class, and then when it was over she leads me out through the doors to the outside and heads the same way I as I am for 10' or so, does a 180 degree turn on the sidewalk to then come toward me, then putting on the act that she doesn't know me by looking straight ahead. I reckon I have been through at least 100 blatant "pretend-not-to-know-me" stunts/stalks in the last 12 years of this insane abuse.
The drying towels outside turned stiff, something I would of known had not my recall faculties been whacked by remote means. The local magpie bird also liked to land on the towels while drying. Screw that, and as the bedsheets that were "forgotten" this morning's laundry, they were added to the pile, plus the towel I used to lie on outside reading a book this afternoon had plenty of grass remaining, so throw it in a heap and make another trip to the laundromat tonight.
This being a post dinner laundry outing, a rarity, and with canned salmon for dinner plus wax beans, cucumber and shallots, the timing was ripe for major gangstalking. Add in taking a shower as today's haircut remains kept falling out, and the town went bananas, as in intense vehicular gangstalking. The laundromat was busy too, this morning's standee "happened" to be there again as it turned out he was the cleaning guy. The responsible attendant was there too in a weekend rarity counting the money. She knows me and was decent enough to say hello. Even that much cannot be taken for granted in this orchestrated anomie. [anomie: state or condition of individuals or society characterized by a breakdown or absence of social norms and values].
At the laundromat an native indian woman kept crawling up my ass, at least four times; once making out that she was interested in the artwork on the walls. (Original local art paintings there for sale). Then she was on my butt twice at the door, and again when I thought she was gone and doing my final towel folding. The latter was a perp cluster fuck moment as another woman (chinless) was hanging behind me too.
Another "visit" by the Lockheed Electra, "finding me" at my residence in Penticton this time.
07-27-2014
I was feeling stoned, as in floaty, which means a temporal lobe de-energization is going on. The temporal lobes, are said to be the seat of psychic energies. And of note, I did not ingest any kind of aftermarket (ahem) strange substances to cause floatiness sensations, as this would give the perps an excuse to do all manner of strange things to me. They never miss a beat if some event can be leveraged to be a putative excuse for other remotely applied neural and behavioral intrusions.
That infernal Lockheed Electra came back to "find me" while on my hike, a 30 minute drive S of where it usually turns above the vineyard I work at.
I am late getting this posted due to some other matters, sorry for the brevity this week.
Tuesday, the day after yoga, and seemingly another high disruption day to follow disrupted Mondays. (Yoga not being a disruption as I see it, and maybe a regular weekly highlight).
Getting back to yoga, and the orchestration of the class members. A new change in arranging the class members in the room. I was alone in the room for five minutes before class started, and lo, if the other regular male, wasn't sent in next, an all time first. For over a year it has been a succession of the regular females who follow me in if I am first, and in keeping form, they put him next in his usual behind-the-post spot at the back where I cannot see him directly, only by way of the mirrors. Another change up was that of the eight females, only only one was a regular, the remainder were all new to me.
The darling pixie instructor was chirpy as usual, and in her black tight shorts again, none of the body form disguising clothing she often wears. This TI cannot have too many distractions at once apparently; be it her curves, butt, good looks etc. Or at least, they perps have selectively managed for revealing a few female form distractions at a time until the last four sessions or so.
Another day of tucking vines in the vineyard, with the weather taking a turn for the worse, and even a few hours of light showers just to get me wear my jacket and rain hat. Another stunt of theirs was to end my music player listening by having the adjacent farm start up a chainsaw and drive the noise into the headphones. This while playing Eva Cassidy, my all time fave. Within a minute of taking the headphones off, why, the chainsaw noise was shut down for good. Thanks a bunch.
While listening to music, per above, they also arranged aircraft noise to penetrate the headphones; helicopters, four engine turboprops, two engine and single engine aircraft. This emulated the entire prior morning of aircraft noise when I wasn't listening to music; they even put on a single engine aircraft to tail the four engine water bomber, and then had only the single engine return five minutes later directly overhead. Which isn't the first time that outbound aircraft have returned (less than five minutes from the Penticton airport) in short order, but is the first time they put on two aircraft together and had one return. Can we be any more obvious that that? (If they were on a joint mission, a water bomber and a spotter aircraft, they would of stayed together). Though the Orion P-3 anti-submarine aircraft making 7 passes overhead some six weeks ago takes the cake for extra obvious aircraft stalking. (Sending in an over-water mission aircraft 400 miles inland to make seven overhead passes some 400' above (operational elevation) a certain vineyard in broad daylight and in the flight path for the Penticton airport is plain over the top obvious IMHO).
Anyhow, back to the yellow beans. The vineyard owners have a 15x15' vegetable garden but don't eat much from it, and offer the produce to me. As it "happened" the yellow beans came on fast last week when I wasn't doing the daily watering, as the owner took over. I was offered the beans to pick, and took two small buckets back to clean and freeze.
The frozen storage zip lock bags kept screwing up, with the zipper somehow getting off track. Some of the yellow beans self-propelled themselves on the floor, and do we know of an agency that just loves to flick food around, don't we? My finger motor control was messed with so I couldn't manipulate what I wanted to do at any given moment. This and other assaults/insults brought on plenty of screaming at the assholes.
I stopped on the way home to visit the LD store, and there was a screw-up at the Rx counter which kept me captive there for 25 minutes while they made up a smaller single week supply. A freakshow of males in fugly shorts is almost standard, but did they all have to have bald heads? Then a redheaded woman sat in the only available waiting chair, keeping me on the move in the store. Anytime I stop on the way home is prime gangstalking time of late.
On the job obstruction front, I see a promising local wine cellar laborer job that the perps had me obsessing over much of today, the "usual" planted ideations of getting it, etc. has now disappeared from the internet. It was posted yesterday, and was for multiple positions, paid generously, was for a 6 month term, and now, poof gone.
07-23-2014
Tucking vines all day, then thunderstorm at end of day, and so I bailed out some 15 minutes early. It was a strange weather day; the morning was warm and so I had my shorts on, but by 1500h it suddenly got cool and I changed back into my pants. All to make a run for it when the storm unloaded so quickly.
On the way home I picked up two 24" pieces of angle aluminum for shelf supports, and once done, intense vehicular gangstalking started up, just like last time I picked up this same material (four weeks ago). As it "happens" this later aluminum angle stock came from a new shipment that came in two days ago, or, so I was told. Apparently, the first two pieces came from the last of his then current stock. And sure enough, they put on an aluminum boat on a truck rack as an early vehicular gangstalking entity I was stopped beside once I had the aluminum pieces in my vehicle. And in fact, there has been an increase in aluminum boats as gangstalking props of late for crissakes,
It does seem that aluminum is the current "it" substance the perps have invested in. I have two aluminum surface tables (fold down camping tables) and of course rest my hands on the table while typing or eating. Going back to 2012, before I moved to Penticton, I had an Ikea bare wood keyboard tray that my wrists rested on. I had the Ikea wood furniture since 2000, and I suppose the perps have now "graduated" from wood contact and all its energetic considerations, to aluminum. Just to think that was a 10 year run of having a bare wood (pine) keyboard support furniture. And when this furniture was purchased in 2000, they made sure that the remainder of the Ikea Ivar uprights, boards, work surfaces etc. was all available in a single trip, but I had to make a special return trip to Ikea (Seattle area) a week later to get the keyboard support piece. Funny how that "happens'. And while we are on this aluminum material topic, I use Felco secateurs (hand pruners) all day long in the vineyard, and lo, if the handles aren't made of cast aluminum (with a vinyl red coating on the handle's surface).
Later tonight, the thunderstorm came back, now very intense, now an hour of it, though it seems to be clearing. In my Kamloops dwelling brother's town, 240 km away, they had 1" of rain in 30 min. from this same system and plenty of flooding to match. And some nice perp touches with it too. For example, the lights and power went out momentarily and it all came back with the boom, which was very loud. That wasn't enough, because once the lights came back on the perps put on striated plasma light inside, these bands of alternating light and dark in mid room from no And of course, they put on whole room flashes as if the lightning lit my place up, but it was far away at the time.
07-24-2014
A soggy day, though not at first, and therefore sucking me into doing my vineyard work without my rain gear on. That lasted about an hour, time enough to finish one side of one row, and lo, if the rain didn't come on then, so that meant a return to the house. I put my rain gear on then, and wore it most of the remainder of the day as it was continually raining.
07-25-2014
Screwed; the alarm didn't go off and I got up 40 minutes late -meant skipping shaving for armputs, nethers regaion - shaving of front torso is 2x/week, arms is 1x/week
Continually tucking vines again at the vineyard all day.
The Lockheed Electra (or here) aerial gangstalk came for the third consecutive day, to circle Skaha Lake; cleverly timing arrivals and circling for my two breaks, one of which was taken an hour earlier than usual. Its distinctive twin tail is a gimme, and they were built in the 1930's. Why this older aircraft was selected is beyond me, but perhaps it is those radial piston engines, a rarity nowadays. Today's Electra visit was followed with an unbroken aerial noise parade of a water bomber, helicopters (2 different makes/models) and a yellow single engine aircraft that kept coming back every ten minutes or so. I reckon it was at least an hour of unbroken aircraft noise, with the Electra as the opening act.
07-26-2014
Saturday, and a 0700h start to getting my laundry done ended when the laundromat wasn't open at 0710h when the sign on the door clearly states that it opens every day of the week at 0700h. A shorts wearing male was standing at the door looking stupified and blamed electronic locks as the problem. (Like WTF; chances are that if electronic locks were installed, it would not be the problem. So goes the FUD+disinfo games, right down to a passing comment by a supposed bystander. I suppose that should be FUDD, but then again, I have so many variants on this I keep in mind I don't want to create reader confusion by having numerous versions. Because we know who likes to seed Fear+Uncertainty+Doubt.)
A legs wax appointment this morning, with last time's attendant standing at the counter pretending she never met me. She had dyed her hair an unnatural brown, and stared at me for a moment when I was speaking with the woman at the cash desk. Later this same woman in unnatural brown "happened" to be entering the street in my presence, and put on another stalking -all from someone I spoke with at length while she did leg waxing four weeks ago. I have had many "pretend-not-to-know-me" games from the staff at this place, as well as many others in the ambulatory gangstalking scene. I don't why they do this, start friendly and then suddenly withdraw any knowledge of past encounters, sometimes from one room to the next. Another notable time of this stunt when was when one woman was friendly in yoga class, and then when it was over she leads me out through the doors to the outside and heads the same way I as I am for 10' or so, does a 180 degree turn on the sidewalk to then come toward me, then putting on the act that she doesn't know me by looking straight ahead. I reckon I have been through at least 100 blatant "pretend-not-to-know-me" stunts/stalks in the last 12 years of this insane abuse.
The drying towels outside turned stiff, something I would of known had not my recall faculties been whacked by remote means. The local magpie bird also liked to land on the towels while drying. Screw that, and as the bedsheets that were "forgotten" this morning's laundry, they were added to the pile, plus the towel I used to lie on outside reading a book this afternoon had plenty of grass remaining, so throw it in a heap and make another trip to the laundromat tonight.
This being a post dinner laundry outing, a rarity, and with canned salmon for dinner plus wax beans, cucumber and shallots, the timing was ripe for major gangstalking. Add in taking a shower as today's haircut remains kept falling out, and the town went bananas, as in intense vehicular gangstalking. The laundromat was busy too, this morning's standee "happened" to be there again as it turned out he was the cleaning guy. The responsible attendant was there too in a weekend rarity counting the money. She knows me and was decent enough to say hello. Even that much cannot be taken for granted in this orchestrated anomie. [anomie: state or condition of individuals or society characterized by a breakdown or absence of social norms and values].
At the laundromat an native indian woman kept crawling up my ass, at least four times; once making out that she was interested in the artwork on the walls. (Original local art paintings there for sale). Then she was on my butt twice at the door, and again when I thought she was gone and doing my final towel folding. The latter was a perp cluster fuck moment as another woman (chinless) was hanging behind me too.
Another "visit" by the Lockheed Electra, "finding me" at my residence in Penticton this time.
07-27-2014
I was feeling stoned, as in floaty, which means a temporal lobe de-energization is going on. The temporal lobes, are said to be the seat of psychic energies. And of note, I did not ingest any kind of aftermarket (ahem) strange substances to cause floatiness sensations, as this would give the perps an excuse to do all manner of strange things to me. They never miss a beat if some event can be leveraged to be a putative excuse for other remotely applied neural and behavioral intrusions.
That infernal Lockheed Electra came back to "find me" while on my hike, a 30 minute drive S of where it usually turns above the vineyard I work at.
I am late getting this posted due to some other matters, sorry for the brevity this week.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Tanning in the Salon
06-22-2011
2230h
A confluence of events to keep me hopping this evening though I didn't work late and was able to get the laundry done. Another day in the fields, first weeding pumpkins, then picking strawberries and then weeding them with a sickle for the bigger weeds and the thistles which prevent one from looking through the foliage for berries. It was "only" a 8 hour day when the Punjabis like to go 9 hours or more, but they all have vehicles to drive themselves home, but I take the city bus freakshow which adds extra time onto the commute.
And it was a freakshow, building up with dudes around me, the twitchy skinheaded Fuckwit in front of me kept moving about.
06-23-2011
2115h
A salon tanning session tonight, a whole five minutes in the stand up booth. Plenty of gangstalker coverage on me afterward on the street. Just imagine, here is me complaining about all the headlights, streetlights and reflections trained on me in the daytime when outside, and here I "volunteer" to get lit up in a tanning booth. But the tanning/Vitamin D research is a big part of the perp agenda, and they are finally allowing this activity now, apart from direct tanning from sunlight. Back in the helter-skelter abuse days of 2002, they hit me with some obscene head pain irradiation in the tanning booth, and I could thwart it some by moving around. No doubt that was all planned, and eventually tanning became such a hassle it wasn't worth it. Then they closed tanning salons in the daytime when they should of been open. The next phase in 2003 and 2004 was to have me at the clothing optional beach, sometimes with friends of the day (ones who all later never called back), or sometimes alone. That suddenly stopped then, and I haven't been back since, though it became more problematic when I had to give up my vehicle in mid-2006.
More FUD on the job in the last two days, and other strange supporting behaviors from the rest of the crew. Pulling the weeding hoes out of the van and then said van arrives first and we don't have any hoes to start with. A ten minute lull in the work activity, and it seemed to be important for the perps to arrange to have the hoes arrive later, especially since they had the road down to one lane as they were intalling a new power pole nearby.
Other FUD moments were to have me pick strawberries in the one remaining row, and everyone else getting themselves ready to go weeding. Then I get called back to do the same. Like WTF; why cannot they give me instructions in the first place? Then an Asian member of the crew was doing his sentry duty at lunch time, just standing there while I was approaching with a berry carrier with 8 pint boxes in it. The ever changeable wind blew some boxes out of the carrier, which I did not hear (most odd), and the Asian sentry worker just kept looking at me, and didn't say anything about the pint boxes falling out of the pint box carrier. Talk about useless co-workers, and somehow I keep managing to find them.
The one Mexican we had on the crew flew out today as there was a personal emergency in his home country. Yesterday it seemed he was totally out of it, wandering into my row or strawberries, coming over from his row which he left unpicked. Others were pulling this same bullshit today as well, pissing me off as why cannot they stick with their own row? This constant need to get in front of me , or behind me, or where I was sitting or standing almost immediately after me is getting out of hand. One of the Punjabi men was dogging me in the next row, staying with me when ordinarily he is a faster picker. (A moot point as I have found him to miss many berries down low). But this time he was sticking with me for at least five minutes, and then was standing over me, something I cannot fucking stand, and which the perps know and like to harass me with. So.. I stand up to move and I seem him in some kind of zombie state, mindlessly scuffing his foot for some bizarre reason and withnin a second of me vacating my location to walk up the row, he steps across my row and heads elsewhere. Like WTF; here he is to be picking, and yet unilaterallhy takes off so he can cross behind me in the shortest vacated time possible.
This was the same Punjabi who arrived with the crew van with this fugly throbbing muffler noise someone gave it back last year. Somehow, the van and him arrived noiselessly as I never pass this noise off to being a background noise as it is so annoying. So either someone nullified by hearing while it arrived, or else it teleported in. And of interest, the rest of the two Punjabis took turns to drive this same van to the top of the field, relocate their personal vehicles 60' or so, and then drive back down. A totally needless activity in the middle of strawberry picking. My only English speaking colleague/gangstalker was at a loss to explain why they were doing this and was obviously vague in explaining how the Throbbing Muffler Van arrived without making a sound. Case closed; when they go vague it means something.
And a keyboard sieze-up stopped blogging in its tracks last night, the perps only letting me in on the root cause of the problem at the last moment possible. That ended last night's blogging, hence this later post that is covering most of today, June 23, 2011.
I am still tired from today's labor in the farm fields, so I will call this one done and blog off.
2230h
A confluence of events to keep me hopping this evening though I didn't work late and was able to get the laundry done. Another day in the fields, first weeding pumpkins, then picking strawberries and then weeding them with a sickle for the bigger weeds and the thistles which prevent one from looking through the foliage for berries. It was "only" a 8 hour day when the Punjabis like to go 9 hours or more, but they all have vehicles to drive themselves home, but I take the city bus freakshow which adds extra time onto the commute.
And it was a freakshow, building up with dudes around me, the twitchy skinheaded Fuckwit in front of me kept moving about.
06-23-2011
2115h
A salon tanning session tonight, a whole five minutes in the stand up booth. Plenty of gangstalker coverage on me afterward on the street. Just imagine, here is me complaining about all the headlights, streetlights and reflections trained on me in the daytime when outside, and here I "volunteer" to get lit up in a tanning booth. But the tanning/Vitamin D research is a big part of the perp agenda, and they are finally allowing this activity now, apart from direct tanning from sunlight. Back in the helter-skelter abuse days of 2002, they hit me with some obscene head pain irradiation in the tanning booth, and I could thwart it some by moving around. No doubt that was all planned, and eventually tanning became such a hassle it wasn't worth it. Then they closed tanning salons in the daytime when they should of been open. The next phase in 2003 and 2004 was to have me at the clothing optional beach, sometimes with friends of the day (ones who all later never called back), or sometimes alone. That suddenly stopped then, and I haven't been back since, though it became more problematic when I had to give up my vehicle in mid-2006.
More FUD on the job in the last two days, and other strange supporting behaviors from the rest of the crew. Pulling the weeding hoes out of the van and then said van arrives first and we don't have any hoes to start with. A ten minute lull in the work activity, and it seemed to be important for the perps to arrange to have the hoes arrive later, especially since they had the road down to one lane as they were intalling a new power pole nearby.
Other FUD moments were to have me pick strawberries in the one remaining row, and everyone else getting themselves ready to go weeding. Then I get called back to do the same. Like WTF; why cannot they give me instructions in the first place? Then an Asian member of the crew was doing his sentry duty at lunch time, just standing there while I was approaching with a berry carrier with 8 pint boxes in it. The ever changeable wind blew some boxes out of the carrier, which I did not hear (most odd), and the Asian sentry worker just kept looking at me, and didn't say anything about the pint boxes falling out of the pint box carrier. Talk about useless co-workers, and somehow I keep managing to find them.
The one Mexican we had on the crew flew out today as there was a personal emergency in his home country. Yesterday it seemed he was totally out of it, wandering into my row or strawberries, coming over from his row which he left unpicked. Others were pulling this same bullshit today as well, pissing me off as why cannot they stick with their own row? This constant need to get in front of me , or behind me, or where I was sitting or standing almost immediately after me is getting out of hand. One of the Punjabi men was dogging me in the next row, staying with me when ordinarily he is a faster picker. (A moot point as I have found him to miss many berries down low). But this time he was sticking with me for at least five minutes, and then was standing over me, something I cannot fucking stand, and which the perps know and like to harass me with. So.. I stand up to move and I seem him in some kind of zombie state, mindlessly scuffing his foot for some bizarre reason and withnin a second of me vacating my location to walk up the row, he steps across my row and heads elsewhere. Like WTF; here he is to be picking, and yet unilaterallhy takes off so he can cross behind me in the shortest vacated time possible.
This was the same Punjabi who arrived with the crew van with this fugly throbbing muffler noise someone gave it back last year. Somehow, the van and him arrived noiselessly as I never pass this noise off to being a background noise as it is so annoying. So either someone nullified by hearing while it arrived, or else it teleported in. And of interest, the rest of the two Punjabis took turns to drive this same van to the top of the field, relocate their personal vehicles 60' or so, and then drive back down. A totally needless activity in the middle of strawberry picking. My only English speaking colleague/gangstalker was at a loss to explain why they were doing this and was obviously vague in explaining how the Throbbing Muffler Van arrived without making a sound. Case closed; when they go vague it means something.
And a keyboard sieze-up stopped blogging in its tracks last night, the perps only letting me in on the root cause of the problem at the last moment possible. That ended last night's blogging, hence this later post that is covering most of today, June 23, 2011.
I am still tired from today's labor in the farm fields, so I will call this one done and blog off.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Head Whack From Nowhere
1300h
The perps just crossed the line they drew; ostensible cause or perhaps, even real cause when inflicted with sensory incursions. The whacked me in the head when the nearest thing, the refridgerator, was 10" away. Not even close, and not even the real sensation that would be incurred if it had happened. The "reaction" was screaming rage, no choice in that. It is likely that was my "welcome home" after yoga, and eating my lunch. Regular readers will know that post-yoga is one of the most gangstalked and otherwise fucked with events of the week, apart from Mondays when I return from my parents' place.
Yoga was a big sweat today, me more than anyone in the usual keeping of the targetted fuckery. I never did figure why I was so sweat prone until they started to make it worse once the insane overt abuse began in 2002. I call it the Pseudosweats, and if this year is like most since then, I will be more sweat prone than ever until September.
They also got me riled up at least 30 times while making and eating breakfast. One big event was finishing up the peanut butter jar, and they got me cranked up with the peanut butter hopping off the knife at least twice, never mind other elusive fuckery that was imbued for this normally sticky substance. While fighting the peanut butter to get on the knife the assholes put on a clattering noise as if the knife was banging on the jar, but that wasn't the case. The outside road traffic noise was also amped up at the same time, as if a succession of heavy duty vehicles were passing by, all at 0730h for crissakes. No major road traffic was noted before or after, and yet the noise "happened" while dealing with the suddenly recalcitrant peanut butter, the last of it in the jar. Just the usual beserk bullshit.
1630h
Now the doldrums, excepting for the road traffic noise getting through the earmuffs; hotrods and Harley (motorcycle). And a big Harley was propped outside this apartment building, at a parking stall. It was there for my outbound and inbound travel legs for yoga class. It is the same motorcycle that was parked across the street in a parking lot stall, next to the sidewalk. I don't yet know why they like to show me motorcycles, especially the 1950's look, though the noise of them is likely useful for neural energetics research, if it is as detailed as I think it it is; cellular level.
Taken 04-22-2009, 1753h. A little odd color configuration of vehicles in and of itself, but not in the entire series of what color gets "featured" with another. In other words, I don't consider this picture a damning indictment of arranged vehicle colors, but you tell me if my sense of normal is becoming distorted after seven years of this bullshit. The ladder bearing vehicle is on the street on the left.
Taken 04-23-2009, 1744h. Two white colored vehicles, a dark blue and a silver grey vehicle in file in the parking stalls to "back up" (serve as a color reference) to the fugly yellow Smart Car. The vehicles on the street on the left are heavy to white with the yellow trim ladder bearing strangely loitering tradesvan backing up and about to either park or drive down the street for more yellow action. That same tradesvan has been parking on the street for some months now, and it does strike me as odd that someone would do this. To say nothing of the prevalent ladder bearing vehicles in my proximity, aka, the Ladder Patrol.
Taken 04-24-2009, 1750h. The odd one out, the navy blue pickup truck is the one parked behind the tree with the plastic bag in it. Funny how they seem to need to "back up" a non-greyscale color (navy blue) with greyscale colored vehicles, the silver-greys. That I owned a silver-grey Volvo 245 for 16 years just wasn't good enough for the assholes.
Taken 04-22-2009, 1753h. I count 16 vehicles here; and two are black, one is green (through the tree), one is navy blue, three are red (in file, with the navy blue inserted) and the remainder are white or silver-grey. It seems anomalous to me, but I see this all the time now. Of 16 vehicles, only seven aren't of the same color theme. Strange to me.
2140h
Done my part time cleaning job tonight at the car dealership. Some weird bullshit, and the brown fleece vest staff/Fuckwit was all over me again, and even doing the run when outside, and I was inside, visible through the upstairs windows. I suppose this running act may cause greater energetics interactions much like swiping a magnet past a coil. The faster the swipe of the magnet, the greater the generated electricity is in the coil, much what an electric generator does. And they put on a blonde woman in white capri pants, and I first saw her from the back as she was passing by and I was taking the vacuum cleaner with the new white installed bag (minutes before) through a narrow hallway. I suppose she was arranged to keep the FUD as she seemed to be the same blonde woman viewed from behind that is a regular staff member (but not this week). So I assumed it was the regular staff member blonde woman at first, and lo, if she didn't double back and she was new to me. I have no idea if she was staff or spouse of staff, though she didn't seem to be a customer. And she wasn't the same blonde upstairs that shot me a glowering look for absoutely no reason a few days ago. Maybe she was arranged to be a Favored person (attractive blonde woman) wearing an Unfavored garment color (clinical white color capri pants). And too, having me make recognition mistakes is a huge part of the perp setups games, and there is at least a half dozen minor such jerkarounds in any given day.
And the recognition and person name mistakes have been artfully contrived since I started the part time job. The Sales Manager name is B, and that is on the window glass of his office. So when I started I assumed that the person who regularly inhabited the office was B, and his comportment of walking around and overseeing things reflected that he was a manager. A few months later, a more formal dressed man started to inhabit this same office. The boss man had various edicts and negotiations with a person named B, so I assumed it was the first person who inhabited the Sales Managers office. And one day, B was ready for me when coming in as he was pissed about the washroom cleaning, which happened to be over the on the boss man's side. After that contrived brouhaha was long over, I even called the person I "knew" as B by that name, and he said hello back. A few weeks ago it was arranged for me to overhear that the second inhabitant of the office was B, and that the other person was not the Sales Manager. Eventually I met the B and had the occasion to ask his name and he said his name was D. I related the origins of my confusion as to the multiple inhabitants of the office, and he said that he often switches duties with the (real) B. Fine, I finally got it straight after being misled by a succession of stunts: the real D was in B's office for many weeks (over four) when I first started, no one introduced themselves early on, the thought-to-be B did not correct me when I called him by the wrong name, and of course he acted in an overseeing managerial capacity like a Sales Manager. This little stunt over having me get the Sales Manager's name wrong played out over the past five months. Just an example of the FUD games that are many and continuous and of no seeming purpose but to play mind-fuck games, and the "get it wrong" jerkaround.
But to increase the FUD and take it to yet more heightened absurdity, I have seen only B or D at the car dealership, and neither together. So... could it be that they are one and the same person, just with alternate morphover versions? Of course I cannot answer that, but it helps keeping the FUD going by having me ponder (read planted notions) as to if that is true, and for keeping me on the alert to see both these individuals together. A recent FUD enhancing moment was last week when D had his after work ice hockey gear in B's office in preparation for heading out the door. Go figure as to why all this bullshit was started, artfully sustained and gradually revealed with some residual doubt as to who they, if it is they even, really are. It was yesterday when the cleaning job boss man dropped a few names as an elicitation for me to tell this whole story of getting the names of the managers wrong. Apparently, there is a Boss of All whom I haven't met yet. One wonders as to why the perps go to such lengths to be so deliberately obscure as to who has what name.
A similar stunt was arranged four days ago when my parents picked me up. There is an elderly man who puts on the gangstalk from time to time, and dodders around wtih his cane. The sickos plant the notion that he is my father, but morphed over. My reaction to this bullshit is to ignore it as best as I can as it is totally pointless speculation. So... when my parents are there to pick me up for the last time with both together in their vehicle, it so "happens" the doddering cane act was also outside, so they are two wholly different persons. Though, they could of been situationally swapped in some gangstalk encounters in morphover form, just to add to the senseless speculation. But as my father was headed to his care home this week, it was the last opportunity for these individuals to be recognized as truly separate persons, and so they arranged this final declarative stunt. Another go figure; two years of senseless FUD over who might be who and entirely by planted notions, and then they nix it by having them observed in close proximity at the same time. Freaking bizarre.
And some newfound body strength when at yoga today. There is no question that my flexibility and fitness level is being maintained by another party. Two weeks ago the yoga instructor went heavy on push ups as part of the plank and on-mat cobra positions. I was never too good at pushups, even after all the strength and weight training twice per week, mid 2007 to mid 2008. So it was interesting that I was reasonably capable of doing some pushups two weeks ago, but not all five in repeated poses/sets. But today, I could do five in succession and that was entirely unexpected as I haven't done any other exercise but yoga once per week. A rare beneficial intrusion and amelioration, assuming it is permanent.
I am calling this one done for the day, and off to view the comments.
The perps just crossed the line they drew; ostensible cause or perhaps, even real cause when inflicted with sensory incursions. The whacked me in the head when the nearest thing, the refridgerator, was 10" away. Not even close, and not even the real sensation that would be incurred if it had happened. The "reaction" was screaming rage, no choice in that. It is likely that was my "welcome home" after yoga, and eating my lunch. Regular readers will know that post-yoga is one of the most gangstalked and otherwise fucked with events of the week, apart from Mondays when I return from my parents' place.
Yoga was a big sweat today, me more than anyone in the usual keeping of the targetted fuckery. I never did figure why I was so sweat prone until they started to make it worse once the insane overt abuse began in 2002. I call it the Pseudosweats, and if this year is like most since then, I will be more sweat prone than ever until September.
They also got me riled up at least 30 times while making and eating breakfast. One big event was finishing up the peanut butter jar, and they got me cranked up with the peanut butter hopping off the knife at least twice, never mind other elusive fuckery that was imbued for this normally sticky substance. While fighting the peanut butter to get on the knife the assholes put on a clattering noise as if the knife was banging on the jar, but that wasn't the case. The outside road traffic noise was also amped up at the same time, as if a succession of heavy duty vehicles were passing by, all at 0730h for crissakes. No major road traffic was noted before or after, and yet the noise "happened" while dealing with the suddenly recalcitrant peanut butter, the last of it in the jar. Just the usual beserk bullshit.
1630h
Now the doldrums, excepting for the road traffic noise getting through the earmuffs; hotrods and Harley (motorcycle). And a big Harley was propped outside this apartment building, at a parking stall. It was there for my outbound and inbound travel legs for yoga class. It is the same motorcycle that was parked across the street in a parking lot stall, next to the sidewalk. I don't yet know why they like to show me motorcycles, especially the 1950's look, though the noise of them is likely useful for neural energetics research, if it is as detailed as I think it it is; cellular level.
Taken 04-22-2009, 1753h. A little odd color configuration of vehicles in and of itself, but not in the entire series of what color gets "featured" with another. In other words, I don't consider this picture a damning indictment of arranged vehicle colors, but you tell me if my sense of normal is becoming distorted after seven years of this bullshit. The ladder bearing vehicle is on the street on the left.
Taken 04-23-2009, 1744h. Two white colored vehicles, a dark blue and a silver grey vehicle in file in the parking stalls to "back up" (serve as a color reference) to the fugly yellow Smart Car. The vehicles on the street on the left are heavy to white with the yellow trim ladder bearing strangely loitering tradesvan backing up and about to either park or drive down the street for more yellow action. That same tradesvan has been parking on the street for some months now, and it does strike me as odd that someone would do this. To say nothing of the prevalent ladder bearing vehicles in my proximity, aka, the Ladder Patrol.
Taken 04-24-2009, 1750h. The odd one out, the navy blue pickup truck is the one parked behind the tree with the plastic bag in it. Funny how they seem to need to "back up" a non-greyscale color (navy blue) with greyscale colored vehicles, the silver-greys. That I owned a silver-grey Volvo 245 for 16 years just wasn't good enough for the assholes.
Taken 04-22-2009, 1753h. I count 16 vehicles here; and two are black, one is green (through the tree), one is navy blue, three are red (in file, with the navy blue inserted) and the remainder are white or silver-grey. It seems anomalous to me, but I see this all the time now. Of 16 vehicles, only seven aren't of the same color theme. Strange to me.
2140h
Done my part time cleaning job tonight at the car dealership. Some weird bullshit, and the brown fleece vest staff/Fuckwit was all over me again, and even doing the run when outside, and I was inside, visible through the upstairs windows. I suppose this running act may cause greater energetics interactions much like swiping a magnet past a coil. The faster the swipe of the magnet, the greater the generated electricity is in the coil, much what an electric generator does. And they put on a blonde woman in white capri pants, and I first saw her from the back as she was passing by and I was taking the vacuum cleaner with the new white installed bag (minutes before) through a narrow hallway. I suppose she was arranged to keep the FUD as she seemed to be the same blonde woman viewed from behind that is a regular staff member (but not this week). So I assumed it was the regular staff member blonde woman at first, and lo, if she didn't double back and she was new to me. I have no idea if she was staff or spouse of staff, though she didn't seem to be a customer. And she wasn't the same blonde upstairs that shot me a glowering look for absoutely no reason a few days ago. Maybe she was arranged to be a Favored person (attractive blonde woman) wearing an Unfavored garment color (clinical white color capri pants). And too, having me make recognition mistakes is a huge part of the perp setups games, and there is at least a half dozen minor such jerkarounds in any given day.
And the recognition and person name mistakes have been artfully contrived since I started the part time job. The Sales Manager name is B, and that is on the window glass of his office. So when I started I assumed that the person who regularly inhabited the office was B, and his comportment of walking around and overseeing things reflected that he was a manager. A few months later, a more formal dressed man started to inhabit this same office. The boss man had various edicts and negotiations with a person named B, so I assumed it was the first person who inhabited the Sales Managers office. And one day, B was ready for me when coming in as he was pissed about the washroom cleaning, which happened to be over the on the boss man's side. After that contrived brouhaha was long over, I even called the person I "knew" as B by that name, and he said hello back. A few weeks ago it was arranged for me to overhear that the second inhabitant of the office was B, and that the other person was not the Sales Manager. Eventually I met the B and had the occasion to ask his name and he said his name was D. I related the origins of my confusion as to the multiple inhabitants of the office, and he said that he often switches duties with the (real) B. Fine, I finally got it straight after being misled by a succession of stunts: the real D was in B's office for many weeks (over four) when I first started, no one introduced themselves early on, the thought-to-be B did not correct me when I called him by the wrong name, and of course he acted in an overseeing managerial capacity like a Sales Manager. This little stunt over having me get the Sales Manager's name wrong played out over the past five months. Just an example of the FUD games that are many and continuous and of no seeming purpose but to play mind-fuck games, and the "get it wrong" jerkaround.
But to increase the FUD and take it to yet more heightened absurdity, I have seen only B or D at the car dealership, and neither together. So... could it be that they are one and the same person, just with alternate morphover versions? Of course I cannot answer that, but it helps keeping the FUD going by having me ponder (read planted notions) as to if that is true, and for keeping me on the alert to see both these individuals together. A recent FUD enhancing moment was last week when D had his after work ice hockey gear in B's office in preparation for heading out the door. Go figure as to why all this bullshit was started, artfully sustained and gradually revealed with some residual doubt as to who they, if it is they even, really are. It was yesterday when the cleaning job boss man dropped a few names as an elicitation for me to tell this whole story of getting the names of the managers wrong. Apparently, there is a Boss of All whom I haven't met yet. One wonders as to why the perps go to such lengths to be so deliberately obscure as to who has what name.
A similar stunt was arranged four days ago when my parents picked me up. There is an elderly man who puts on the gangstalk from time to time, and dodders around wtih his cane. The sickos plant the notion that he is my father, but morphed over. My reaction to this bullshit is to ignore it as best as I can as it is totally pointless speculation. So... when my parents are there to pick me up for the last time with both together in their vehicle, it so "happens" the doddering cane act was also outside, so they are two wholly different persons. Though, they could of been situationally swapped in some gangstalk encounters in morphover form, just to add to the senseless speculation. But as my father was headed to his care home this week, it was the last opportunity for these individuals to be recognized as truly separate persons, and so they arranged this final declarative stunt. Another go figure; two years of senseless FUD over who might be who and entirely by planted notions, and then they nix it by having them observed in close proximity at the same time. Freaking bizarre.
And some newfound body strength when at yoga today. There is no question that my flexibility and fitness level is being maintained by another party. Two weeks ago the yoga instructor went heavy on push ups as part of the plank and on-mat cobra positions. I was never too good at pushups, even after all the strength and weight training twice per week, mid 2007 to mid 2008. So it was interesting that I was reasonably capable of doing some pushups two weeks ago, but not all five in repeated poses/sets. But today, I could do five in succession and that was entirely unexpected as I haven't done any other exercise but yoga once per week. A rare beneficial intrusion and amelioration, assuming it is permanent.
I am calling this one done for the day, and off to view the comments.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
A Prediction of a Dental Appointment
1205h
The outside noise now emulates the sound of a dentist's drill, without the vibration and smell of it of course. Not that there seems to be an actual source on the street or adjacent buildings, but it has that high pitch wailing sound that varies by speed, and has been going on all morning. My prediction is that I will get a call to visit the dentist soon for dental cleaning which will bring on this same noise while being applied to my teeth. Just a prediction, and they can be terribly wrong of course, especially when the same party that plants the idea in mind is the same one controlling the script of what happens and when.
A rain has come on today, and this looks to be a shut-in day with the grocery shopping done yesterday, and no other compelling errands to undertake. I don't know what the story is for the perp's applied "renormalization" after a week away, but I suspect that they will force a dull at-home week after my return, much as they did in advance of my excursion last week. (The had the crew bus shut down prematurely it would seem, as it was promised until the 19th, and stopped its service on the 14th without prior notice.) Now it is back to troving through part time work ads to dig myself out of the financial hole again, as they had me clean up on workwear while visiting my brother in Kamloops, largely because I got a 40% family discount (he owns the store), which the local franchise is loathe to grant me. Besides, he has a better selection at this Kamloops store, and even makes trips to China to have various fabrics and garments made up in smaller lots that his parent chain stores don't sell.
So, these "needs" for work related clothing over the last month now include safety toed boots, two jackets, Blaklader workpants, and extra thick socks. My abovementioned brother visited some two weeks before we visited him, and I told him about "my" (read, planted thoughts) interest in attempting construction work, and acquiring some clothes and safety equipment to prepare myself. He said he had all the clothes and equipment that I was interested in, and to send him an email to order it from his store, which I did. When I got there, he had handed this order off to one of his staff whom I contacted, and she hadn't arranged any of it for varying reasons, one being that they don't carry some of the items that my brother said they did. When visiting him in Kamloops last week, I went shopping at this stores myself, and it was true, he was bullshitting me on the safety gear that he claimed was in stock. Anyhow, I got some clothes and gear, but it was interesting what the perps stopped me from getting by way of recall depletions; a half mask respirator, insert kneepads for the Blaklader pants, and composite safety toed rubber boots. (The latter item may not exist, but getting the alternative steel toed rubber boots did "not occur" to me). Don't forget the perps had me keyed up to get these items, and I was researching them for some weeks in advance. As always, it is difficult to divine what the perp motivations are; applied adversity, imposed provenance of acquisition, imposed combination of items and their colors in the shopping bags, imposed "fallow time" for items to sit around in close proximity in my apartment, or even a broad "hint" that the construction work notion isn't going to happen and that all these aquisitions are an elaborate exercise of pissing my money away. Another who knows jerkaround for sure. My brother also chimed in at one time last week, saying that "construction work is too difficult". Of course he didn't reconcile this with allowing me to buy construction work related clothing, nor any interest as to what might be the best kind of work for me, or any vocation interest whatsoever. Just more of the same, being kept in the void, or FUDworld, (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt).
One of the disrupted routines of last week's excursion was my morning shaving. Normally, I not only shave my face, but all my frontal hair, a "habit" that erupted nearly exactly a year ago when returning from last year's similar junket. But as I was sharing the bathroom facilities with my parents while travelling, I opted to shave only my face to expedite shaving. And so it was a partial return to form yesterday to shave my frontal hairs in the shower to readily drain off the 1/4" long hairs, but "somehow" I forgot to do my underarm hairs. The latter were attended to today, after a round of harassment with the cut-off hairs behaving as if they were still attached, projecting from my skin by way of a mysterious force. The perps had me do a nout shave last night in the bathtub, and then proceeded to make all kind of elevator noise, and likely movement, as they seem to like stretching steel cables in my proximity, even if some 10' away through two walls. Regular readers will know that the perps have a fetish over shaving, and regularly sabotage such activity, especially following a disruption of routine, e.g. last week's travelling. Anyhow, shaving should now settle into the dullness of routine again, and that is a good thing for all the harassment games that "erupt" over shaving.
1400h
My earmuffs are still on to block the drilling-like whine noise, and occasionally, an overhead clunk erupts that somehow penetrates the earmuffs. I am sure that it is the green plastic that is so interesting to the perps, along with the grey accoustic foam iside the ear cups.
1710h
A two hour nap just finished up with the usual grogginess afterward, dispelled in part by having tea. Perhaps the accompanying chocolate helped too, though there was another evident party who has a greater interest in chocolate, and all things brown. they created many crumbs that would spring from the chocolate bar, or that would land on the plate from nowhere. Teleporting crumbs is nothing new to me, though they didn't get serious about this until this year, it was always discreet before. I had a 9.5 hour sleep last night, and that should of been plenty of sleep, but "somehow", these naps just take over and I am toast until they wake me up.
There was some dream invasion last night, one round early after going to bed and having me wake up to then yell at the assholes for this imposition. Then just before waking up this morning, the perps planted a very bright yellow color in my dreams for whatever reason, though post-traumatic stress association may be the root cause, much like the freakshow parade I get when outside.
And this past week was a yellow color testing week. I took my yellow and white colored medications with me for the excursion but "forgot" to take them each day, the identical situation of last year's junket. There were plenty of yellow cabbed trucks on the road, and also, yellow dressed fuckwit gangstalkers about as well. So it doesn't surprise me that during this transition from last weeks abnormal routine (travel), to this week's routines, that the perps are pulling yellow color games. During last year's near identical junket they put on extra yellow colored vehicles toward the end of the week. And I see that they stationed a flashing yellow light from the streetworks below, the light exactly placed to flash from below an intervening balcony of the apartment tower across the street. This went on all morning, so I surmise that this was all about continuing the yellow color games now that I have resumed consumption of my yellow and white pills (capsule), with a white colored tablet. Neither is a heavy duty medication, and it would seem that the real goal is for the perps to have me take them because of Rx colors; I noted no difference in me while not taking them for a week, same as last year.
Another predominant color the perps were testing last week was a burnt orange color. My parents started that one out by "finding" a burnt orange colored tent fabric to "place" over top of items in the rear cargo area, so this would serve as an onboard color reference to the many fuckwit gangstalkers dressed in the same burnt orange color, not to mention the many vehicles of that same color that "happened" to pass by. Not a big deal by any means, there have been many depravities far worse.
2200h
Yes, it has been a shut-in day, and not wholly unexpected as this is a long standing trend, having me "chill out" so to speak. I get to go out to yoga tomorrow, and I am sure it will be a mighty gangstalking as it will be the first class since coming back from a week away, a big deal as I have indicated in the last two days' blog postings.
And I was allowed to eat garlic tonight, the first time since 2004. It was a regular item in my diet, that being the enforced diet of course, but somehow, it just faded out and I didn't buy any more. Fine, I thought, no big deal, and I never really missed it. But when shopping at the Okanagan fruit stands last week I cam across some local garlic, I "thought" (read, planted notion) why not. And tonight was the first time since I got back that I had to cook, as there was leftovers in the fridge. The garlic added a little zing to the flavor, but nothing too strong. I don't know what the perp's fascination with garlic is, but it could be like wine, in that it is sourced from many different geographic sources and the perps want to somehow detect this (the provenance associated energetics) in the food and in me, once digested. In 2004 when I had garlic as a regular food item, the perps would plant the dry garlic skins in varying locations the apartment, much like what they do with their brown crumbs at present. I will soon find out if this juvenility erupts here, though it does beg the larger question after this summer's work activity with farmed daffodil bulbs; what is the perps fascination with bulb plants, the dry skin that peels off and edible bulbs (garlic, onions)? It wil be a long time before that gets an answer if they can plan for a four year imposed absence of a food item from my diet, and then resume its consumption.
Time to call this one done for the day, and ponder what infernal dreams are the assholes going to plant on me tonight?
The outside noise now emulates the sound of a dentist's drill, without the vibration and smell of it of course. Not that there seems to be an actual source on the street or adjacent buildings, but it has that high pitch wailing sound that varies by speed, and has been going on all morning. My prediction is that I will get a call to visit the dentist soon for dental cleaning which will bring on this same noise while being applied to my teeth. Just a prediction, and they can be terribly wrong of course, especially when the same party that plants the idea in mind is the same one controlling the script of what happens and when.
A rain has come on today, and this looks to be a shut-in day with the grocery shopping done yesterday, and no other compelling errands to undertake. I don't know what the story is for the perp's applied "renormalization" after a week away, but I suspect that they will force a dull at-home week after my return, much as they did in advance of my excursion last week. (The had the crew bus shut down prematurely it would seem, as it was promised until the 19th, and stopped its service on the 14th without prior notice.) Now it is back to troving through part time work ads to dig myself out of the financial hole again, as they had me clean up on workwear while visiting my brother in Kamloops, largely because I got a 40% family discount (he owns the store), which the local franchise is loathe to grant me. Besides, he has a better selection at this Kamloops store, and even makes trips to China to have various fabrics and garments made up in smaller lots that his parent chain stores don't sell.
So, these "needs" for work related clothing over the last month now include safety toed boots, two jackets, Blaklader workpants, and extra thick socks. My abovementioned brother visited some two weeks before we visited him, and I told him about "my" (read, planted thoughts) interest in attempting construction work, and acquiring some clothes and safety equipment to prepare myself. He said he had all the clothes and equipment that I was interested in, and to send him an email to order it from his store, which I did. When I got there, he had handed this order off to one of his staff whom I contacted, and she hadn't arranged any of it for varying reasons, one being that they don't carry some of the items that my brother said they did. When visiting him in Kamloops last week, I went shopping at this stores myself, and it was true, he was bullshitting me on the safety gear that he claimed was in stock. Anyhow, I got some clothes and gear, but it was interesting what the perps stopped me from getting by way of recall depletions; a half mask respirator, insert kneepads for the Blaklader pants, and composite safety toed rubber boots. (The latter item may not exist, but getting the alternative steel toed rubber boots did "not occur" to me). Don't forget the perps had me keyed up to get these items, and I was researching them for some weeks in advance. As always, it is difficult to divine what the perp motivations are; applied adversity, imposed provenance of acquisition, imposed combination of items and their colors in the shopping bags, imposed "fallow time" for items to sit around in close proximity in my apartment, or even a broad "hint" that the construction work notion isn't going to happen and that all these aquisitions are an elaborate exercise of pissing my money away. Another who knows jerkaround for sure. My brother also chimed in at one time last week, saying that "construction work is too difficult". Of course he didn't reconcile this with allowing me to buy construction work related clothing, nor any interest as to what might be the best kind of work for me, or any vocation interest whatsoever. Just more of the same, being kept in the void, or FUDworld, (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt).
One of the disrupted routines of last week's excursion was my morning shaving. Normally, I not only shave my face, but all my frontal hair, a "habit" that erupted nearly exactly a year ago when returning from last year's similar junket. But as I was sharing the bathroom facilities with my parents while travelling, I opted to shave only my face to expedite shaving. And so it was a partial return to form yesterday to shave my frontal hairs in the shower to readily drain off the 1/4" long hairs, but "somehow" I forgot to do my underarm hairs. The latter were attended to today, after a round of harassment with the cut-off hairs behaving as if they were still attached, projecting from my skin by way of a mysterious force. The perps had me do a nout shave last night in the bathtub, and then proceeded to make all kind of elevator noise, and likely movement, as they seem to like stretching steel cables in my proximity, even if some 10' away through two walls. Regular readers will know that the perps have a fetish over shaving, and regularly sabotage such activity, especially following a disruption of routine, e.g. last week's travelling. Anyhow, shaving should now settle into the dullness of routine again, and that is a good thing for all the harassment games that "erupt" over shaving.
1400h
My earmuffs are still on to block the drilling-like whine noise, and occasionally, an overhead clunk erupts that somehow penetrates the earmuffs. I am sure that it is the green plastic that is so interesting to the perps, along with the grey accoustic foam iside the ear cups.
1710h
A two hour nap just finished up with the usual grogginess afterward, dispelled in part by having tea. Perhaps the accompanying chocolate helped too, though there was another evident party who has a greater interest in chocolate, and all things brown. they created many crumbs that would spring from the chocolate bar, or that would land on the plate from nowhere. Teleporting crumbs is nothing new to me, though they didn't get serious about this until this year, it was always discreet before. I had a 9.5 hour sleep last night, and that should of been plenty of sleep, but "somehow", these naps just take over and I am toast until they wake me up.
There was some dream invasion last night, one round early after going to bed and having me wake up to then yell at the assholes for this imposition. Then just before waking up this morning, the perps planted a very bright yellow color in my dreams for whatever reason, though post-traumatic stress association may be the root cause, much like the freakshow parade I get when outside.
And this past week was a yellow color testing week. I took my yellow and white colored medications with me for the excursion but "forgot" to take them each day, the identical situation of last year's junket. There were plenty of yellow cabbed trucks on the road, and also, yellow dressed fuckwit gangstalkers about as well. So it doesn't surprise me that during this transition from last weeks abnormal routine (travel), to this week's routines, that the perps are pulling yellow color games. During last year's near identical junket they put on extra yellow colored vehicles toward the end of the week. And I see that they stationed a flashing yellow light from the streetworks below, the light exactly placed to flash from below an intervening balcony of the apartment tower across the street. This went on all morning, so I surmise that this was all about continuing the yellow color games now that I have resumed consumption of my yellow and white pills (capsule), with a white colored tablet. Neither is a heavy duty medication, and it would seem that the real goal is for the perps to have me take them because of Rx colors; I noted no difference in me while not taking them for a week, same as last year.
Another predominant color the perps were testing last week was a burnt orange color. My parents started that one out by "finding" a burnt orange colored tent fabric to "place" over top of items in the rear cargo area, so this would serve as an onboard color reference to the many fuckwit gangstalkers dressed in the same burnt orange color, not to mention the many vehicles of that same color that "happened" to pass by. Not a big deal by any means, there have been many depravities far worse.
2200h
Yes, it has been a shut-in day, and not wholly unexpected as this is a long standing trend, having me "chill out" so to speak. I get to go out to yoga tomorrow, and I am sure it will be a mighty gangstalking as it will be the first class since coming back from a week away, a big deal as I have indicated in the last two days' blog postings.
And I was allowed to eat garlic tonight, the first time since 2004. It was a regular item in my diet, that being the enforced diet of course, but somehow, it just faded out and I didn't buy any more. Fine, I thought, no big deal, and I never really missed it. But when shopping at the Okanagan fruit stands last week I cam across some local garlic, I "thought" (read, planted notion) why not. And tonight was the first time since I got back that I had to cook, as there was leftovers in the fridge. The garlic added a little zing to the flavor, but nothing too strong. I don't know what the perp's fascination with garlic is, but it could be like wine, in that it is sourced from many different geographic sources and the perps want to somehow detect this (the provenance associated energetics) in the food and in me, once digested. In 2004 when I had garlic as a regular food item, the perps would plant the dry garlic skins in varying locations the apartment, much like what they do with their brown crumbs at present. I will soon find out if this juvenility erupts here, though it does beg the larger question after this summer's work activity with farmed daffodil bulbs; what is the perps fascination with bulb plants, the dry skin that peels off and edible bulbs (garlic, onions)? It wil be a long time before that gets an answer if they can plan for a four year imposed absence of a food item from my diet, and then resume its consumption.
Time to call this one done for the day, and ponder what infernal dreams are the assholes going to plant on me tonight?
Friday, September 12, 2008
More FUDE Games
1750h
That FUD means Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt as a strategy to befuddle IBM's customers is urban folklore. And that it seems to be the stock in trade of my tormentors has been frequently observed in these blog postings. In my situation, there is one more, Error, to add to the mind invasive games to create the wrong notion or concept and sustain this for weeks, if not months.
The towel pilling games have been reporting in this blog over the last two months. The new towels in July, after the old ones suddenly got ragged, were a birthday gift. Fine, I am getting into some decent house linens for once. But no, that wasn't allowed, and these all cotton towels came with a new feature; perpetual pilling and their continued dissemination in the washing machine and dryer. That is two never-befores; cotton towels that pill, and laundry machines that facilitate spreading said fabric pills onto other clothing, especially if black colored (pants, underwear and one shirt).
For weeks the perps had me beliveing that I was to return them to Bed, Bath and Beyond, (BBAB) and had pumped up newstories related to this company. And it was a "surprise" that it was in fact Linen 'N Things, as there isn't a BBAB store in this city that I am aware of. Just another jerkaround to my recall, normally relatively accurate and now, since last year, remotely ditherable to play fucking games with what store I was in, and to return the sabotaged linting towels to. All because they lack the gumption to fess up to ongoing nonconsensual human experimentation, and also in part, because they fucked up in traumatizing me when young, or at least, that is the given story that is relatively consistent with the ongoing gangstalking freakshow.
After setting me up to do this last weekend with the aid of someone driving me, and then having arranged the towels to be still laundering (shared laundry woes) when this person came by, I figured it was game over, they weren't meant to be returned by perp edict. But today, "for some reason" I got motivated to take the towels back by way of city bus trip this afternoon and take them back. There was a certain amount of weirdness in the bus trip, being so full in the mid-afternoon, never mind the profusion of working age males who were "somehow" circulating during normal weekday working hours. They even closed in on me with a plastic bag danging 2' from me, as I had a same colored and sized plastic bag with me containing the towels. I had a number of freakshow participants "joining" me from the Unfavored demographic groups; big hats, white hair, male pony tails, male long hair, long kinky hair, the obese, and a few brown skinned folks as well. And I notice a new trend, they are putting on dudes with two tone hair; a blonde patch on a near black or deep brown colored hair, and the said dude to be curiously packing three full (plastic) bags a quarter mile from the grocery store as identified on the bags. Knowing the traffic routes in this town, it seemed rather strange for anyone to be walking with their groceries that far from the store to catch a bus that was headed to a mall with a grocery store.
And one of the bus "travellers" was one of my forestry classmates of 1979, doing the "look out the window for no reason whatsover" act, to avoid any eye contact. He has also engaged in weekday gangstalking on one other occasion, also avoiding recognition by putting on the "don't know me" act. Funny how these same dudes keep circulating, especially during weekday working hours, and I "happen" to know them. Fucking bizarre, and who knows how often he really participates when morphed over.
And for my return trip from the mall where I successfully exchanged the towels for better ones (hopefully), why two of the same dudes just "happened" to be on the same bus again (turning around inside of 20 minutes). I have never had so many "fellow travellers" on the bus routes that I take since overt harassment began in 04-2002. This term is reserved for those getting on and off at the same stops as I do, or in the case of today, taking the same buses I am taking, both outbound and inbound journey legs.
And I got the obese negro woman with child gangstalking act; first she took a seat at the front of the bus, then when the bus was making a right angle turn, whe walks down the aisle, somehow knowing there was a seat availible behind me (she wouldn't of been able to see it from where she was), and then sitting down in a transverse (side) facing seat. This is at least the second incident where someone seated on the bus "somehow" knows there is an availible seat immediately behind me, and walks the length of the bus to sit there when they were seated in the first place. It doesn't add up, unless one applies the orchestration and persecution model IMHO.
I also got plenty of motorcycle noise and sightings today; the noise goes on all day, in my apartment or not, and then they put on real motorcycles with the same noise to circulate in my proximity. There is something they want from me when viewing these retro 1950's motorcycles.
Other big perp events for the day was doing laundry before lunch. Regular readers will know that the perps are obsessed by laundry, and even have my out-of-town brother owning two commercial laundries. And still they hound my ass to figure out something more "deep" about laundry. Today, I had the bicycle stalking in the hallway outside the laundry room; two different bicycles no less. It is rare that they have any bicycles in the hallway, and the last time was also when I was doing laundry. I have indicated in last blog postings that there is a profusion of sidewalk cyclists in my proximity, despite this being one of the most bicycle laned cities in North America (IMHO), and that the tensioned spoked wheels seem to be an aid in the perps' remote energetics assay games. And like most large cities, it is against the local bylaws to ride them on the sidewalk.
There has been many cycling work colleagues in past jobs and classes, and even the lastmost one of daffodil bulb picking, some arrived with bicycles. I don't know what the associated agenda is, but I am fucking fed up being the persecution poster boy for a secret agency of targeted nonstop abuse. It has been long overdue for them to get their sick criminal asses out of the shadows and identify themselves. And perhaps there would be a return to normality instead of this constant circulation of freakshow weirds in my proximity, the never ending Fellini movie I have been cast in without an consent.
1945h
The evening time train of loud mufflered vehicles is in progress, one after the other, some six per minute or so. These are the sounds of so-called performance mufflers, mufflers in need of repair, or heavy duty vehicles, often diesel engine noise that parks itself outside. Earmuffs aren't helping as the sound is ported through them as if they weren't there.
2110h
Some abatement at last to the above mentioned noise thankfully. Now it is time for vision impairment games it seems; they force me to blink at the same time as launching a whitish plasma projection off this LCD display, attempting to create "causal" as if blinking would cause these blurred projections in the first place, which it never has until recent months. This is not the only device that is used for plasma games; when viewing shiny chrome or like metallic surfaces (e.g. chrome looking plastic faucet in the bathroom), they will generate a standing plasma beam projection "from" the reflections, as if I was looking through a gauze or star filter on a camera. Naturally (sort of) there are many more objects reflecting than there ever was, and these all add to the plasma and light show that is arranged around me.
2255h
The battle of the premature souring of the goat milk I use continues; the Best Before 09-17 milk is going off, and that makes it at least the fourth 2 liter size in succession that doesn't get finished. And lo, if the 1 liter size just isn't there when I look for it. More games and bizarre impositions, all to dump white liquid down the drain it would seem. But not tonight; my plans to get more milk were purged until it was too late, as the store has closed.
More hallway and outside ructions tonight; screams, arguements, hollaring and the like, presumably to incurr amygdala brain region activity where the emotional content is processed. The return of the loud mufflered vehicles and motorcycles also came back for another round of noise flurries.
Time to call this one done, and retire for the night.
A new stunt just erupted; electrifying the second finger on my right hand in pulsations, enough to piss me off and provoke vocalizations.
That FUD means Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt as a strategy to befuddle IBM's customers is urban folklore. And that it seems to be the stock in trade of my tormentors has been frequently observed in these blog postings. In my situation, there is one more, Error, to add to the mind invasive games to create the wrong notion or concept and sustain this for weeks, if not months.
The towel pilling games have been reporting in this blog over the last two months. The new towels in July, after the old ones suddenly got ragged, were a birthday gift. Fine, I am getting into some decent house linens for once. But no, that wasn't allowed, and these all cotton towels came with a new feature; perpetual pilling and their continued dissemination in the washing machine and dryer. That is two never-befores; cotton towels that pill, and laundry machines that facilitate spreading said fabric pills onto other clothing, especially if black colored (pants, underwear and one shirt).
For weeks the perps had me beliveing that I was to return them to Bed, Bath and Beyond, (BBAB) and had pumped up newstories related to this company. And it was a "surprise" that it was in fact Linen 'N Things, as there isn't a BBAB store in this city that I am aware of. Just another jerkaround to my recall, normally relatively accurate and now, since last year, remotely ditherable to play fucking games with what store I was in, and to return the sabotaged linting towels to. All because they lack the gumption to fess up to ongoing nonconsensual human experimentation, and also in part, because they fucked up in traumatizing me when young, or at least, that is the given story that is relatively consistent with the ongoing gangstalking freakshow.
After setting me up to do this last weekend with the aid of someone driving me, and then having arranged the towels to be still laundering (shared laundry woes) when this person came by, I figured it was game over, they weren't meant to be returned by perp edict. But today, "for some reason" I got motivated to take the towels back by way of city bus trip this afternoon and take them back. There was a certain amount of weirdness in the bus trip, being so full in the mid-afternoon, never mind the profusion of working age males who were "somehow" circulating during normal weekday working hours. They even closed in on me with a plastic bag danging 2' from me, as I had a same colored and sized plastic bag with me containing the towels. I had a number of freakshow participants "joining" me from the Unfavored demographic groups; big hats, white hair, male pony tails, male long hair, long kinky hair, the obese, and a few brown skinned folks as well. And I notice a new trend, they are putting on dudes with two tone hair; a blonde patch on a near black or deep brown colored hair, and the said dude to be curiously packing three full (plastic) bags a quarter mile from the grocery store as identified on the bags. Knowing the traffic routes in this town, it seemed rather strange for anyone to be walking with their groceries that far from the store to catch a bus that was headed to a mall with a grocery store.
And one of the bus "travellers" was one of my forestry classmates of 1979, doing the "look out the window for no reason whatsover" act, to avoid any eye contact. He has also engaged in weekday gangstalking on one other occasion, also avoiding recognition by putting on the "don't know me" act. Funny how these same dudes keep circulating, especially during weekday working hours, and I "happen" to know them. Fucking bizarre, and who knows how often he really participates when morphed over.
And for my return trip from the mall where I successfully exchanged the towels for better ones (hopefully), why two of the same dudes just "happened" to be on the same bus again (turning around inside of 20 minutes). I have never had so many "fellow travellers" on the bus routes that I take since overt harassment began in 04-2002. This term is reserved for those getting on and off at the same stops as I do, or in the case of today, taking the same buses I am taking, both outbound and inbound journey legs.
And I got the obese negro woman with child gangstalking act; first she took a seat at the front of the bus, then when the bus was making a right angle turn, whe walks down the aisle, somehow knowing there was a seat availible behind me (she wouldn't of been able to see it from where she was), and then sitting down in a transverse (side) facing seat. This is at least the second incident where someone seated on the bus "somehow" knows there is an availible seat immediately behind me, and walks the length of the bus to sit there when they were seated in the first place. It doesn't add up, unless one applies the orchestration and persecution model IMHO.
I also got plenty of motorcycle noise and sightings today; the noise goes on all day, in my apartment or not, and then they put on real motorcycles with the same noise to circulate in my proximity. There is something they want from me when viewing these retro 1950's motorcycles.
Other big perp events for the day was doing laundry before lunch. Regular readers will know that the perps are obsessed by laundry, and even have my out-of-town brother owning two commercial laundries. And still they hound my ass to figure out something more "deep" about laundry. Today, I had the bicycle stalking in the hallway outside the laundry room; two different bicycles no less. It is rare that they have any bicycles in the hallway, and the last time was also when I was doing laundry. I have indicated in last blog postings that there is a profusion of sidewalk cyclists in my proximity, despite this being one of the most bicycle laned cities in North America (IMHO), and that the tensioned spoked wheels seem to be an aid in the perps' remote energetics assay games. And like most large cities, it is against the local bylaws to ride them on the sidewalk.
There has been many cycling work colleagues in past jobs and classes, and even the lastmost one of daffodil bulb picking, some arrived with bicycles. I don't know what the associated agenda is, but I am fucking fed up being the persecution poster boy for a secret agency of targeted nonstop abuse. It has been long overdue for them to get their sick criminal asses out of the shadows and identify themselves. And perhaps there would be a return to normality instead of this constant circulation of freakshow weirds in my proximity, the never ending Fellini movie I have been cast in without an consent.
1945h
The evening time train of loud mufflered vehicles is in progress, one after the other, some six per minute or so. These are the sounds of so-called performance mufflers, mufflers in need of repair, or heavy duty vehicles, often diesel engine noise that parks itself outside. Earmuffs aren't helping as the sound is ported through them as if they weren't there.
2110h
Some abatement at last to the above mentioned noise thankfully. Now it is time for vision impairment games it seems; they force me to blink at the same time as launching a whitish plasma projection off this LCD display, attempting to create "causal" as if blinking would cause these blurred projections in the first place, which it never has until recent months. This is not the only device that is used for plasma games; when viewing shiny chrome or like metallic surfaces (e.g. chrome looking plastic faucet in the bathroom), they will generate a standing plasma beam projection "from" the reflections, as if I was looking through a gauze or star filter on a camera. Naturally (sort of) there are many more objects reflecting than there ever was, and these all add to the plasma and light show that is arranged around me.
2255h
The battle of the premature souring of the goat milk I use continues; the Best Before 09-17 milk is going off, and that makes it at least the fourth 2 liter size in succession that doesn't get finished. And lo, if the 1 liter size just isn't there when I look for it. More games and bizarre impositions, all to dump white liquid down the drain it would seem. But not tonight; my plans to get more milk were purged until it was too late, as the store has closed.
More hallway and outside ructions tonight; screams, arguements, hollaring and the like, presumably to incurr amygdala brain region activity where the emotional content is processed. The return of the loud mufflered vehicles and motorcycles also came back for another round of noise flurries.
Time to call this one done, and retire for the night.
A new stunt just erupted; electrifying the second finger on my right hand in pulsations, enough to piss me off and provoke vocalizations.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Enough Napping
2110h
No posting yesterday owing to yet another nap attack. I was online for about 40 minutes after a day's daffodil bulb sorting, and had this strange compelling sensation to shut down the PC, and go and read a book, the Hidden Messages in Water. Not having any self volition to resist, I followed this "instruction" and did. Then again, another compelling notion to take a nap while I was on the bed reading. I was not sleepy and had some doubts that I was even going to nap, and lo, two hours later, I awoke. So, at nearly 2200h, I went to the nearby supermarket to get more goat milk as the perps had soured it (IMHO) three days ahead of the "best before" date. There was plenty of gangstalker action outside, but no major annoyances. I did get the cardboard box act on the sidewalk; a woman with a stack of nested cardboard boxes "happened" to be coming toward me when I was headed to the supermarket. And there was at least one stocking/stalking cart loaded with cardboard boxes in the store on my route inside. It would seem that cardboard boxes are becoming a portable brown color reference as they are are "showing up" in many more strange locations and juxtapositions of late. The perps will even lay black plastic objects on them for a localized plastic/brown color reading at the above mentioned conveyor belt.
The above ramble was to say that I really didn't have sufficient time to write a blog yesterday, and if am beginning to wonder if it was a way to fake out some of my readership, having them look for a new posting and there wasn't one. Believe it or not, such trivial pursuits carry much interest to the perps. So, maybe I have a larger readership of one, as Google Analytics suggested.
Since then, I cannot now get access to the blog readership data, (Google Analytics) so I am back in the prior clueless state; writing in the hope that I have a regular reader or two. The reality is that it is better than being in the decieved state, getting erroneous statistics. In a TI's world, ignorance has more value than in the conventional world; deception is at every corner and crevice of one's thoughts, and often it is better not to know to save the mental thrashing as to whether something is real or not. As mentioned in past blog postings, the perps devote much attention to maintaining FUD (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt), with the emphasis on the latter two in my case.
And with TIDBunker as the lastmost blog commenter, which precipitated shutting down the comments for a time, (still in effect), I don't have this alternate means of communication, the Blogger comments. I sent TIDBunker a long email tonight, and I have no idea how he is going to explain how serious I take his inquiry with an email name like that. Yet another front to deal with, hopefully for the last time.
I was assigned to pick weeds in the cabbage patch this morning; pulling them out by hand along the rows of cabbages, some 600' long, and weeds every foot. The job lasted for 2.5 hours, and the usual odd coursing of my "colleagues" about me was in progress. A brief description of associated oddities and a few others over the last few days;
The perps continue to put on the Scottish accented "worker", in my proximity though he keeps the chat to a minimum. Regular readers will know that the perps frequently expose me to Scottish accents and that these are a component of the Unfavored demographic groups. For once, I did not find the accent so grating, and I am wondering if the perps are changing my usual negative response to something neutral. More unconsenting neural modifications it would seem, and it has never bothered the perps to manipulate my recall, now or at the time negative associations formed. My aversion to Scottish accents may have been a result of meeting the infamous Dr. Ewen Cameron in Montreal when I was two to three years old, though no conscious recall of any visitations exist. Much of the Unfavored demographics freakshow appears to relate to elicitations of subconscious recall, something the perps could not fuck with until recently. It would seem that the current focus on having a larger amount of red and red variant colors around me is part of this campaign.
Time to call this one done for the day, as I must get to bed earlier now that the big push is on to pick daffodil bulbs off the conveyor line for the last day before a Labor Day shutdown.
No posting yesterday owing to yet another nap attack. I was online for about 40 minutes after a day's daffodil bulb sorting, and had this strange compelling sensation to shut down the PC, and go and read a book, the Hidden Messages in Water. Not having any self volition to resist, I followed this "instruction" and did. Then again, another compelling notion to take a nap while I was on the bed reading. I was not sleepy and had some doubts that I was even going to nap, and lo, two hours later, I awoke. So, at nearly 2200h, I went to the nearby supermarket to get more goat milk as the perps had soured it (IMHO) three days ahead of the "best before" date. There was plenty of gangstalker action outside, but no major annoyances. I did get the cardboard box act on the sidewalk; a woman with a stack of nested cardboard boxes "happened" to be coming toward me when I was headed to the supermarket. And there was at least one stocking/stalking cart loaded with cardboard boxes in the store on my route inside. It would seem that cardboard boxes are becoming a portable brown color reference as they are are "showing up" in many more strange locations and juxtapositions of late. The perps will even lay black plastic objects on them for a localized plastic/brown color reading at the above mentioned conveyor belt.
The above ramble was to say that I really didn't have sufficient time to write a blog yesterday, and if am beginning to wonder if it was a way to fake out some of my readership, having them look for a new posting and there wasn't one. Believe it or not, such trivial pursuits carry much interest to the perps. So, maybe I have a larger readership of one, as Google Analytics suggested.
Since then, I cannot now get access to the blog readership data, (Google Analytics) so I am back in the prior clueless state; writing in the hope that I have a regular reader or two. The reality is that it is better than being in the decieved state, getting erroneous statistics. In a TI's world, ignorance has more value than in the conventional world; deception is at every corner and crevice of one's thoughts, and often it is better not to know to save the mental thrashing as to whether something is real or not. As mentioned in past blog postings, the perps devote much attention to maintaining FUD (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt), with the emphasis on the latter two in my case.
And with TIDBunker as the lastmost blog commenter, which precipitated shutting down the comments for a time, (still in effect), I don't have this alternate means of communication, the Blogger comments. I sent TIDBunker a long email tonight, and I have no idea how he is going to explain how serious I take his inquiry with an email name like that. Yet another front to deal with, hopefully for the last time.
I was assigned to pick weeds in the cabbage patch this morning; pulling them out by hand along the rows of cabbages, some 600' long, and weeds every foot. The job lasted for 2.5 hours, and the usual odd coursing of my "colleagues" about me was in progress. A brief description of associated oddities and a few others over the last few days;
- the walk toward me and then walk back for no apparent reason stunt at least twice today, and at least once or more each day,
- the encirclement stunt at least twice today,
- the brown jacket wearing gangstalker walking past me making an inane observation about raingear, while a same brown colored vehicle was headed in the same direction, some 60' away,
- constant row hopping by all others when we each were assigned to a cabbage row to pick weeds in,
- the redshirted wacko placing his red shirt 10' from me in the wet cabbages and then encircling me to then pass by along a row of cabbages 4' away, presumably to test some kind of distance dependent residual effect/differential between his red shirt and his current state (a black shirt underneath), following on from the same fucker who sat beside me on the outbound crew bus,
- the FUD stunt as to whether I was sorting or weeding, and have me exit the bus to find out, only to intend to get on the bus again and then an operative jumps in the bus ahead of me and bags my just vacated seat, replete with him sitting 12" from my sodden cotton gloves hanging from the rail at the seat back in front of him (funny he didn't enquire about whose gloves they were, as I guess he knew),
- and when doing the morning employee check in that utilizes a red laser light scan of the barcode, having at least four red, orange or pink shirted operatives clustered around me,
- having a pink jacket hanging from the 4' yellow steel/concrete post that protects the corner of the door opening for over 6 days now,
The perps continue to put on the Scottish accented "worker", in my proximity though he keeps the chat to a minimum. Regular readers will know that the perps frequently expose me to Scottish accents and that these are a component of the Unfavored demographic groups. For once, I did not find the accent so grating, and I am wondering if the perps are changing my usual negative response to something neutral. More unconsenting neural modifications it would seem, and it has never bothered the perps to manipulate my recall, now or at the time negative associations formed. My aversion to Scottish accents may have been a result of meeting the infamous Dr. Ewen Cameron in Montreal when I was two to three years old, though no conscious recall of any visitations exist. Much of the Unfavored demographics freakshow appears to relate to elicitations of subconscious recall, something the perps could not fuck with until recently. It would seem that the current focus on having a larger amount of red and red variant colors around me is part of this campaign.
Time to call this one done for the day, as I must get to bed earlier now that the big push is on to pick daffodil bulbs off the conveyor line for the last day before a Labor Day shutdown.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Dry Mouth
2220h
This is the dusk onset, the silly time of day for the perps, and they have also introduced a plugged up nose, "from" the head cold they gave me, which in turn neccessitates breathing through an open mouth, and while that is happening, they are also drying out my mouth. Have I mentioned that the ambulatory gangstalkers are nearly always playing with their mouth when passing by, or else spitting, chewing gum, eating food or otherwise exposing their mouth contents in my immediate proximity? At least once per week I reckon.
It was another day on the conveyor to sort daffodil bulbs; I got more of the personal encroachment fuckery, he pulling bulbs from under my hands as I was about to pick them up, and the he got pissed off at me. We had a little slanging match, and I moved to a new location on the conveyor, one that had been vacated by an unexpected absence. Yet another person walks off the job for no seeming reason; funny how that keeps happening around me.
Back to dry mouthing again; I figure this is the optimum state the perps wish my mouth to be for their remotely applied research. It has to be the most difficult area to model for their energetics studies, if that is what they do. A constant state of energetic flux, hence more of the imposed condition, nicely arranged to force me to have my mouth open. I suppose it is not enough that I have eaten the same foods for five years, no doubt mind controlled as I would never, ever allow that to happen when I had volition, or the appearence thereof. About the most egregious stunt on mouth contents comparison was when I was talking to a woman who knew for all of the day, as she was directing my activities. Then, at a day-end chat, a fuzzy ball maser flew out of her mouth and into mine. I still cannot get over that one. Normally the perp's masers don't go too fast, and are often observable; they like to slow them down for some reason. If one originates from a distant radio tower it will take about two seconds to travel the distance to me, often with some minor wiggle in its path.
Nearly all cell phone, radio and radar towers emit masers of some kind I have come to observe; sometimes it is a wide broadcast, other times a fuzzy ball that arcs directly at me. I assume that they want me to see them, and add this to the list of targetting sources that are all around me. If there is someone who knows their aerials, I would really like to hear from them, as there are so many different kinds in this city, and more are coming up every week, or are added to extant masts. Not all are cell phone towers, and their presence is most unusual for a city that is going to all digital TV (no analog, only by cable) by years end. Anyhow, just a diversion from the typing sabotage and my breathing problems with the imposed additional dry mouth. The perps started the dry mouth when I was talking to a woman on the crew bus, she being negro. I also had two dudes in red shirts seated around me, and "forgot" to look behind me to see if there was a third one. No doubt this was a big perp event as she distracted me from seeing the many hundreds of arranged vehicles on the highway, something that is a regular event. For this chat with the negro woman, the perps also changed my voice, and possibly my hearing, as it was labored with an excess of background noise as well.
And more pop on the house today in consideration of the heat; I reckon these "fill ups" with brown cola are of huge benefit to the perps as they can do comparative studies between individuals (all perps or shills) and me. Back to those brown color games again, and the piece de resistance was later conversing with the negro woman. Just my take on what the perps have in mind, as nothing is free, especially with them as a permanent and malevolent ogre.
2225h
Tea and chocolate again tonight, inkeeping with a sustained effort to have chocolate 3x per day. I don't need it that bad, so who does, and why don't they subsidize this for me? They could even teleport them in from the store or the factory. Only once have I known the perps to add an extra chocolate to my in-house supply. That was back in the days of having my own recall, 2004-5; now they disrupt my recall, and I have no idea how much I have on hand, and cannot recall this pertinent fact.
Another likely big perp event today was wearing my boots that were repaired from a sabotage attack; the fourth or fifth- not allowed to keep track anymore, when before recall access/depletion began, I would know for sure. Translated, that means keeping me in deeper FUD; Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt, the IBM credo as to how to manage customers.
A song/performance for TI's; Sabotage by Gamine here.
I see the garbage chute room on this floor is still locked, and as before, I have no key to open it with. The desired solution is to leave it at the door, and it mysteriously disappears at the right moment. It suggests that the bins downstairs where the chut terminates are too far away from this apartment, and the perps need somewhere closer, ergo, obstruct the disposal by locking the garbage chute room doors. (Same problem on other floors too).
Time to call this one done, and get ready for another day of toil, aka personal space encroachment games.
This is the dusk onset, the silly time of day for the perps, and they have also introduced a plugged up nose, "from" the head cold they gave me, which in turn neccessitates breathing through an open mouth, and while that is happening, they are also drying out my mouth. Have I mentioned that the ambulatory gangstalkers are nearly always playing with their mouth when passing by, or else spitting, chewing gum, eating food or otherwise exposing their mouth contents in my immediate proximity? At least once per week I reckon.
It was another day on the conveyor to sort daffodil bulbs; I got more of the personal encroachment fuckery, he pulling bulbs from under my hands as I was about to pick them up, and the he got pissed off at me. We had a little slanging match, and I moved to a new location on the conveyor, one that had been vacated by an unexpected absence. Yet another person walks off the job for no seeming reason; funny how that keeps happening around me.
Back to dry mouthing again; I figure this is the optimum state the perps wish my mouth to be for their remotely applied research. It has to be the most difficult area to model for their energetics studies, if that is what they do. A constant state of energetic flux, hence more of the imposed condition, nicely arranged to force me to have my mouth open. I suppose it is not enough that I have eaten the same foods for five years, no doubt mind controlled as I would never, ever allow that to happen when I had volition, or the appearence thereof. About the most egregious stunt on mouth contents comparison was when I was talking to a woman who knew for all of the day, as she was directing my activities. Then, at a day-end chat, a fuzzy ball maser flew out of her mouth and into mine. I still cannot get over that one. Normally the perp's masers don't go too fast, and are often observable; they like to slow them down for some reason. If one originates from a distant radio tower it will take about two seconds to travel the distance to me, often with some minor wiggle in its path.
Nearly all cell phone, radio and radar towers emit masers of some kind I have come to observe; sometimes it is a wide broadcast, other times a fuzzy ball that arcs directly at me. I assume that they want me to see them, and add this to the list of targetting sources that are all around me. If there is someone who knows their aerials, I would really like to hear from them, as there are so many different kinds in this city, and more are coming up every week, or are added to extant masts. Not all are cell phone towers, and their presence is most unusual for a city that is going to all digital TV (no analog, only by cable) by years end. Anyhow, just a diversion from the typing sabotage and my breathing problems with the imposed additional dry mouth. The perps started the dry mouth when I was talking to a woman on the crew bus, she being negro. I also had two dudes in red shirts seated around me, and "forgot" to look behind me to see if there was a third one. No doubt this was a big perp event as she distracted me from seeing the many hundreds of arranged vehicles on the highway, something that is a regular event. For this chat with the negro woman, the perps also changed my voice, and possibly my hearing, as it was labored with an excess of background noise as well.
And more pop on the house today in consideration of the heat; I reckon these "fill ups" with brown cola are of huge benefit to the perps as they can do comparative studies between individuals (all perps or shills) and me. Back to those brown color games again, and the piece de resistance was later conversing with the negro woman. Just my take on what the perps have in mind, as nothing is free, especially with them as a permanent and malevolent ogre.
2225h
Tea and chocolate again tonight, inkeeping with a sustained effort to have chocolate 3x per day. I don't need it that bad, so who does, and why don't they subsidize this for me? They could even teleport them in from the store or the factory. Only once have I known the perps to add an extra chocolate to my in-house supply. That was back in the days of having my own recall, 2004-5; now they disrupt my recall, and I have no idea how much I have on hand, and cannot recall this pertinent fact.
Another likely big perp event today was wearing my boots that were repaired from a sabotage attack; the fourth or fifth- not allowed to keep track anymore, when before recall access/depletion began, I would know for sure. Translated, that means keeping me in deeper FUD; Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt, the IBM credo as to how to manage customers.
A song/performance for TI's; Sabotage by Gamine here.
I see the garbage chute room on this floor is still locked, and as before, I have no key to open it with. The desired solution is to leave it at the door, and it mysteriously disappears at the right moment. It suggests that the bins downstairs where the chut terminates are too far away from this apartment, and the perps need somewhere closer, ergo, obstruct the disposal by locking the garbage chute room doors. (Same problem on other floors too).
Time to call this one done, and get ready for another day of toil, aka personal space encroachment games.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
PC Shutdown Games
1845h
If I go "offline" for a week or so, don't be too surprised as my PC front panel switch is getting routinely messed with, and forcing time spent reading, and dealing with visual debris from the plasma and maser show that is constantly in view.
The big issue is how much will it cost? Is it going to be the replacement of the switch for $20, or a whole new case for the PC. I don't know, and really cannot afford another financial hit, even if the perps have been grooming my "covet list" with visions and notions of a quiet PC case, a new video board, and other performance trimmings. Though they did allow this PC to come on for me to print off particular listings, possibly to be used for information to be helpful in ordering a new silent PC case. The perps have me cranked up to get an Antec P182, and I phoned to a local PC repair shop and they want $230, and it can be had online from Vancouver for $130. It wouldn't be the first time they had me purchase PC parts online and delivered to the shop that is going to put it all back together, as their prices are too expensive. On the other hand, it could be a game to keep me in FUD (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt), a significant part of the harassment-sphere.
They took the PC out in 08-2006 by burning something on the motherboard, which dictates a major PC upgrade. Then they took both (dissimilar) hard drives at the same time in 01-2007, which meant both were "upgraded" then. The case is the only old part, and perhaps the perps want either a black or silver-grey colored case to aid in their remotely applied harassment games. They have long promoted quiet PC's, and so they might be demanding this transition now. It is my experience that they can work years ahead of what I am to have, repair, buy, fix or any other such condition of ownership, right down to the example of the disposable razor blades I mentioned at least a week ago. (They had me buy them eight months ago, and now have set up the scenario to now use them).
This is a dull day, apart from the laundry, always a perp exercise in vexation. The last of the old detergent was used up, and so onto new detergent, and for them, this is indeed fascinating. For me, I couldn't care less, as they mess with the laundry anyhow, keeping dirt on the clothes if they want. There is lint and fluff on my clothes when they come out of the washing machine, leaving me hoping that the dryer will take care of it, which is not always the case.
The perps have laid on plenty of sirens today, the fifth cascade is on as I type this, and one was coordinated with the ex phoning about arrangements for tomorrow's graduation ceremony. I can both catch a ride and take my PC in for repair, and whatever the aftermath will be.
1940h
I see my mind-keepers have been busy deleting my email, and then also obstructing access to the bookmarked web pages of the same. These were all job listings, and as one looked interesting, why, it had to be deleted because they knew I would be coming back to this very web page. A total setup; baiting me with email, and then deleting it on me.
2010h
More planted confusion as to which Antec case might be best; the P180 or the P182, and more FUD over the size of my motherboard. Conveniently, the Foxconn motherboard manual went missing, but I see the phone manual has now come back, after being missing when I needed it. More grist for the assertion that many of these games are about setting me up for an impasse, and then the item "shows up" again. The car stereo they stole from my parent's place was "found" in my boxes last year, which were packed before the stereo went missing. Go figure. I have yet to get a number of stolen items back, lest one gets the impression the assholes are "kids playing pranks". An entire washing machine load of laundry was stolen in late 2002, and none of that has "happened" to show up again. The usual strategy for the perps returning anything is to plant it in an obscure location, or even boxes in storage, as if it were "overlooked".
06-26-2008, 2130h
A messed up day, theough it was my daughter's graduation ceremony earlier, and that was a full-on gangstalking with countless dudes bumping into me, plus a posse of skinheads, three, around me in the seats. One was an East Indian skinhead, and I find brown shiny pates yet more disgusting and loathsome than Caucasian ones.
I just got sabotaged by two paragraphs that were deleted on me. I am at my parent's place on their wretched clunky machine. My PC is in for repair, and may be out for a week. I will find out which tomorrow, 06-27-2008. If the switch cannot be replaced then I will need to get a new case. And this looks like with the adroit timing of a weekend and a July 01 national holiday, that I could be down for a week.
If I go "offline" for a week or so, don't be too surprised as my PC front panel switch is getting routinely messed with, and forcing time spent reading, and dealing with visual debris from the plasma and maser show that is constantly in view.
The big issue is how much will it cost? Is it going to be the replacement of the switch for $20, or a whole new case for the PC. I don't know, and really cannot afford another financial hit, even if the perps have been grooming my "covet list" with visions and notions of a quiet PC case, a new video board, and other performance trimmings. Though they did allow this PC to come on for me to print off particular listings, possibly to be used for information to be helpful in ordering a new silent PC case. The perps have me cranked up to get an Antec P182, and I phoned to a local PC repair shop and they want $230, and it can be had online from Vancouver for $130. It wouldn't be the first time they had me purchase PC parts online and delivered to the shop that is going to put it all back together, as their prices are too expensive. On the other hand, it could be a game to keep me in FUD (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt), a significant part of the harassment-sphere.
They took the PC out in 08-2006 by burning something on the motherboard, which dictates a major PC upgrade. Then they took both (dissimilar) hard drives at the same time in 01-2007, which meant both were "upgraded" then. The case is the only old part, and perhaps the perps want either a black or silver-grey colored case to aid in their remotely applied harassment games. They have long promoted quiet PC's, and so they might be demanding this transition now. It is my experience that they can work years ahead of what I am to have, repair, buy, fix or any other such condition of ownership, right down to the example of the disposable razor blades I mentioned at least a week ago. (They had me buy them eight months ago, and now have set up the scenario to now use them).
This is a dull day, apart from the laundry, always a perp exercise in vexation. The last of the old detergent was used up, and so onto new detergent, and for them, this is indeed fascinating. For me, I couldn't care less, as they mess with the laundry anyhow, keeping dirt on the clothes if they want. There is lint and fluff on my clothes when they come out of the washing machine, leaving me hoping that the dryer will take care of it, which is not always the case.
The perps have laid on plenty of sirens today, the fifth cascade is on as I type this, and one was coordinated with the ex phoning about arrangements for tomorrow's graduation ceremony. I can both catch a ride and take my PC in for repair, and whatever the aftermath will be.
1940h
I see my mind-keepers have been busy deleting my email, and then also obstructing access to the bookmarked web pages of the same. These were all job listings, and as one looked interesting, why, it had to be deleted because they knew I would be coming back to this very web page. A total setup; baiting me with email, and then deleting it on me.
2010h
More planted confusion as to which Antec case might be best; the P180 or the P182, and more FUD over the size of my motherboard. Conveniently, the Foxconn motherboard manual went missing, but I see the phone manual has now come back, after being missing when I needed it. More grist for the assertion that many of these games are about setting me up for an impasse, and then the item "shows up" again. The car stereo they stole from my parent's place was "found" in my boxes last year, which were packed before the stereo went missing. Go figure. I have yet to get a number of stolen items back, lest one gets the impression the assholes are "kids playing pranks". An entire washing machine load of laundry was stolen in late 2002, and none of that has "happened" to show up again. The usual strategy for the perps returning anything is to plant it in an obscure location, or even boxes in storage, as if it were "overlooked".
06-26-2008, 2130h
A messed up day, theough it was my daughter's graduation ceremony earlier, and that was a full-on gangstalking with countless dudes bumping into me, plus a posse of skinheads, three, around me in the seats. One was an East Indian skinhead, and I find brown shiny pates yet more disgusting and loathsome than Caucasian ones.
I just got sabotaged by two paragraphs that were deleted on me. I am at my parent's place on their wretched clunky machine. My PC is in for repair, and may be out for a week. I will find out which tomorrow, 06-27-2008. If the switch cannot be replaced then I will need to get a new case. And this looks like with the adroit timing of a weekend and a July 01 national holiday, that I could be down for a week.
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