11-19-2012
The perps didn't let me sleep a wink last night; or that is how it seemed as they often mess with me as to my perceptions of sleep loss. I got to hear the upstairs duo return from being away, about midnight or so. Overhead floorboards squeaking again, woo-hoo. Sleep deprivation is their way of keeping me at the same energy level as the day before, and it usually occurs on a Monday, which this is.
I was perturbing the chemical ether; PVC pipe gluing, the very first time since 2000 when I owned a small farm. The assholes had me put in over 600' of 2" PVC pipe on my farm property in 1997 to 2001, including changing the water supply line to the house, and it took me a long time to pay that off. Then they fucked the irrigation system for the acre of kiwi fruit, so I had to repair that over many weeks, and after harvest, they had me eat the fruit. And now, over eleven years later, they permit me to putz with PVC glue and pipe to make up some parts for racking wine at the winery I work at.
I did PVC gluing this morning, putting irrigation pipe together to make it hang from the rim of the tank, one in 1/2" and another in 3/4". I finished the gluing when both the owners in uncharacteristic togetherness, arrived in the garage, cum winery where I was. She filtered out within a minute or two, and the male boss man got all cranky over stirring the lees of the Pinot Blanc wine (batonnage technique) after giving me carte blanche creative freedom for winemaking last week. I answered all his cranky micromanagement questions about winemaking, and as he didn't have any leverage there, he then got cranked about the incomplete to-list items from last week that he phoned into his wife, who told me. And the reason they didn't get done is that they were incomplete instructions; transfer the contents of this wine barrel (containing vinegar). Like WTF; to where, do you want to keep it, do you want it racked, the barrel cleaned and the wine/vinegar put back in or what? Only this week, and when he was in person, was I getting some clarity, and now four days later he still doesn't know what he want to do with the barrel. And it was getting stupid; filter the wine/vinegar and then he will decide. Like WTF; taste it first and decide if it is keepable, and if it is, then filter it. Just a bee under his bonnet to crank the angst after having me polluting/perturbing the chemical ether with the PVC solvent and glue. Fucking weird.
And the helicopter noise came on big after lunch when returning to gluing up more PVC pipe. It was raining and blowing all day, but as the airport, some two miles away, has a helicopter pilot training school, why, they "happen" to be out at the most perp demanded moments.
Toilet games again; a 2.5 day long blockage over the weekend finally surged down last night (Sunday), and then a sudden "need" to crap this morning and it wasn't very much, and lo, if it didn't somehow block the toilet again. Then more compounding games, a forced shit tonight after bailing it out and dumping the relatively clean (Liquid Plumber rich) contents down the bathtub drain. The toilet blocking games continue apace for some reason. Maybe because it is the last two weeks at this residence location. I have been through about a gallon of Liquid Plumber Pro these past 2.5 months. They blocked the toilet within two minutes of moving in back in August.
And to take this story back over 10.5 years ago, when a high tech home invasion began with plasma beams, masers, knock-down flashes, teleportational objects followed by personnel who blocked the toilet. The most curious thing was that I let the Fuckwit do it. And so, taking a crap is a huge stressor because there is a 90% chance it may get blocked, they plaster extra shit on my ass, and other continued abusive intrigues with the plunger.
Yesterday's yoga at 0930h (Sunday) was another ridiculous crush of 25 or more in the room. As the perps seem to be ramping up the nattering dudes of late, before and after the class, as well as increasing the male voice component of the music while the class is in progress. They let one dude (the Prime Hinderer) recount how odd it was that so many are attending yoga class on Sunday mornings. Well, duh; there was only another 5 or 6 students in the class in the summer this year, and now it has erupted into 25 because it is orchestrated and scripted. You don't have the belabor the obvious for me, but they do it all the time.
I see the native Indian delegation of five in the recent yoga classes didn't come, and the numbers were made up by all Caucasians. Even the tattoo count around me was lowered, partly because the native Indians weren't there, and because the Caucasian women around me were selected for their minimal tattoos; L side had a 1.5" tattoo on her ankle, and that was about it. The woman with the horrific set of tattoos down her arm and onto her shoulder and chest wasn't there thank goodness; she has moved from being in the line of sight in the mirror, to 10' away, then only doing the tattoo strut after class to not being there at all. I have launched into this rant many times, but if I don't like the look of tattoos, and think they are a disgusting infliction and disfigurement, I don't understand why I should be hounded by senseless abusers for over ten years over two countries and the 15 places they have had me stay (so far). Go fuck your own operatives, have them get tattoos, you don't need me. Just to think, WWII German concentration camp victims were tattooed, and could that of been in the services of the same abusers who won't declare their intent, and yet can manipulate persons, circumstances and objects by remote means?
And here is a good one; the busiest hospital in British Columbia got flooded by burst water main today. And as the perps chase me with ambulances, and just love to flick water around me, it just might be the tattoo gang again.
11-20-2012
A putz day at work for the most part, the boss' diversions still coming at me. A vinegar brew in his barrel, and we are talking since last year. Somehow, he thinks he can clean the barrel out and continue to use it for good wine.
The PVC pipe and glueing follies continue. The hardware store that didn't have the 1/2" unions on the weekend but had them late yesterday (Monday), and the 3/4" unions that I had two of were now sold out as of this morning. Which is exactly opposite to the weekend when there, and the only two sizes of interest. And the boss who took the 3/4" pipe union I gave him yesterday as a shopping sample, somehow lost it even before he departed he said. So he went into town to get another, among his other chores, and didn't return with one I supplied. And these parts are manufacturer dependent for fitting; the two grey colored ones, 1/2" and 3/4" unions he got yesterday, didn't fit and he left them on the bench rather than return them. And it wasn't the only return for these parts; they stung me with two 3/4" unions from the same manufacturer that didn't fit each other because one was threaded and one wasn't. Got all that? Ever more bizarre plumbing part problems nowadays. (FYI; a pipe union is a pipe fitting that allows one to assemble or disassemble pipe with finger tightness; good for swapping pipe pieces in or out).
The perps have a constant interest in PVC, especially as it is the kind of pipe that is used for irrigation and drinking water delivery. Back then, I often wondered why there would be a sudden influx of males at the local irrigation supply shop, and I just could not fathom why it repeated no matter what time I arrived on Saturdays (usually).
I was sacked for a two hour needless nap on the couch after supper. Then directed to start laundry, only to find the landlady's laundry remaining in the washing machine. Then onto the near five day continous blocked toilet, and a big bowl full was duly arranged, defying plunging. The plunger had to be cleaned off in the bathtub, and lo, if they didn't have me chase it with a forced piss. The 1960's avocado green bathtub continues to be of significant color interest to the perps.
They had me get a new 2 liter jug of Liquid Plumber after work, and so it would seem that they want to continue the toilet-shit games with a new jug. Swapping toilet paper in mid-shit happens far more than by chance, and it isn't a huge logical extension to expect them to do the same with Liquid Plumber, their latest toilet interest.
Besides, I just purchased the Liquid Plumber today, and the local hardware chain was at half speed for gangstalking, not their usual level there. Another all-time first was that the cashier tailed me out the store to the doorway, with some seeming excuse as to putting their faux money in a charity bin. And this was after the putzing in getting the till running, swapping out trays and the rest of the extra ridiculousness over their intense and abiding interest in all my financial transactions.
11-21-2012
A round of Liquid Plumber last night, and lo, if the toilet didn't surge by itself a few minutes later in a vortex eruption. Still looking blocked, it got some of the latest Liquid Plumber (just purchased), and cleared this morning. Never mind what the inside of the bowl looked like, but a sudden noise from overhead when it was cleaned.
I got a sacked for an hour long nap after dinner, the second in three days. They like you to know it was deep and still tiring when awakened afterward.
More games at the winery; two 1/2" fittings did not connect; the barbed fitting was 17.5mm, when 1/2" is 12.5mm. Then they had me get the wrong part, a male fitting when I wanted a female fitting, and so it goes, another trip to the big box hardware store.
A call to my farm worker colleague tonight; she was talking up that I would be moving next week, and said "at least you will have privacy". Like WTF: here I am invaded down to every last thought of every last cell (it seems), and most "participants" know much more about this abuse than me, especially if involved with it for multiple year interactions, and now telling me that I have privacy. Of course I wasn't allowed to think that at the moment, and only after the phone call was I allowed to consider what a ludicrous statement that was. That is how it goes; not even allowed to think and integrate information by one's own faculties.
11-22-2012
An half hour of gluing PVC pipe pieces together, then digging over a vegetable garden for an hour, and then racking the red wine. Just as I had everything set up outside for wine transfer, why, a low flying helicopter comes over, following the power lines that border the vineyard property where I work. I would say it was as low as 100' or less from where I was, maybe 20' above the powerline. All to greet me before I set about pumping the red wine from a tank to a bin, hosing the tank out, and then back again into the tank. A yellow AS 350 with some blue detail, a helicopter I have seen before at the Ironman Triathalon in August, 2012, and it had a knack of finding me in the crowds there. Funny that.
Then the wine pumping got sabotaged as the pump wasn't drawing wine, and after some frantic re-jigging the line by taking out the coarse filter it did work. Though by then, I attached the vinyl hose to the outside of the PVC stem I had built this week, serving as a stiff rod to contain the flippy and curl-prone vinyl hose. So in fact, the wine traveled beside the white PVC stem instead of in it. Thanks a bunch assholes.
The drive to and from from work is still going with its one lane closures; alternating traffic only. The line up behind me always has the vehicle behind by some two or three vehicle lengths, as if my vehicle, or me, is toxic (which it might be). Where as, all the other vehicles behind them are tightly grouped. And today it was extra headlights in my face, and even an amazing contrivance of having one dump truck ahead dumping while the one behind was arranged to have its headlights beaming underneath the raised dumper, but over the chassis. I now routinely get headlights aimed at me as I enter or depart my vehicle or places of business. Even Fuckwits in vehicles outside this house for some strange reason have their headlights aimed at me when I arrive, turn around, and back into the driveway. So many wierds just sitting in their vehicles in parking lots with their headlights on. I call it pit-lamping, and I don't need any more attention than I have, so fuck yourselves.
And while coursing the one lane egress where they are blasting senseless amounts of rock when the road was plenty wide to begin with, an female roadside worker (seemingly), in discussion with male colleague (Cheersing), steps into the single through lane about 20' in front of me, and the male told the female (apparently) that a vehicle (me) was coming, and she stepped back. All to raise my momentary angst, have me stare and swear at the Fuckwit that pretended to be so nonchalant about imperiling themselves, never mind the driver inconvenience. That takes planning to be that (seemingly) fucking stupid on an active road construction job, and to be so nonchalant about it. Never mind that I "happened" to be the lead vehicle in the group let through, as the school bus ahead of me was let through and I wasn't. And as I was going some 30kph (slow), there wasn't any screeching tires, though I had begun to brake. The Fuckwit dudes in the pickup behind somehow arranged to be at least 100' behind, as normally the traffic is only one or two car lengths apart.
And I see the pic I took of the helicopter today mysteriously disappeared from my camera, but leaving the one after it as the only one taken. Another thanks to the assholes is due.
11-23-2012
Got sacked for another nap attack; two hours worth. And they like to dish it out; I first awoke from the nap after an hour, and was too tired to get up and so I put my head down, and poof, there went another hour.
Not much happening at work, so I left at noon. The wine lab test results didn't come in, as I was hoping to find out if the MLF (malolactic fermentation) was complete.
The toilet was blocked again as of last night and resists treatment. So off to the mall to take a crap, and were they all over me, en route, and there, gangstalking that is. The hinderers were busy stepping into my intended path and coming from around corners right at me. One loopy elder dude even had his tongue sideways in his lips; most perverse.
11-25-2012
An all day course yesterday, Introduction to Winemaking Chemistry. Yes, it was interesting and beneficial. The toilet games ended too, and a sinus cold started up last night. Another remotely invoked incursion as I have come to know it. The yoga class/crush will be in an hour. I was going to switch to Wednesday evening but had a "nap attack" then this past week
The yoga class size was reduced for some reason, about 15 or so. The native Indian delegation was absent again, but the proximate tattoo count was up. A new woman had them on her R shoulder and L calf to her ankle, a cluster of sense trees. Gross it was, and the perps made sure I looked at it much more that I would of myself.
And too, it was Fat Girls again, with the Prime Hinderer dude coughing the very instant I set my eyes on another wallowing Fat Girl. Said dude was directly behind me by 8' or so, the first time they have put any male near me at this orchestrated yoga class. And the Prime Hinderer was doing it again; standing in front of the coat rack, blocking my egress and pretending not to notice. That he pulls this shit off at least once per yoga class, either on arrival or departure, and it defies any kind of happen-chance occurrence.
Then onto the big box store to finish up on getting some pieces of pipe for the winery I work at. This time it was a turbaned gangstalker, doing three reprise gangstalkings in his revolting headgear. The supposed sales person finally made it, though talking to the turban first, and then me some 20' away in the same aisle. I had a question for the sales person, and so we went to the customer service desk to look at the books that describe the particular hose. The perps, by way of my boss, have been on the rag over hoses; finding out about food grade hose, beverage hose, and of course, above PVC pipe gluing activity.
I get to the checkout area of this box hardware store, and one checkout has two apparent service reps leaning or sitting on this one checkout counter. The cashier was there too, and I asked if she was open. She said yes, and only then did the two apparent sales reps get off their asses and allow me to proceed to this checkout. Naturally, per past perp games, they were occupying the very turf that I had to stand on to pay for the goods. And have I not mentioned how many times the perps go extra berserk, noisy, or invoke other disruption methods (messing up the debit card reader being one), whenever I make a financial transaction of any kind; coin machine, bus fare coin box/card reader, mailed check, cash transaction, return transaction all invite extra perp fuckery. This was clear from the very start these assholes landed on me in 04-2002. How could (apparent) retail store staff be so legitimately rude, and seemingly jointly spaced out, as to block customer egress to the cashiers and make themselves to be so oblivious about it? There is no plausible explanation IMHO; this dude-stalking abuse, especially at financial transaction moments, is so obvious and consistent that it has to be orchestrated by operatives of the Psychopathic Fuckover Force (ECCO (Earth Coincidence Control Organization), The Thems, or whatever term one uses). Said hardware store is a Canadian chain that starts with R and ends with A, and is a whole four letters long. An abuse abetting organization as a four letter word.
And just when I want to disengage with the landlady, why, she turns on the woe-is-me act and has me doing gardening again. She seriously pissed me off in October, to the point of calling this rental situation done. And yet she wants me back to house sit etc. And of course they have me respond "yes" when she is a thankless grim minded bag that is most adroit at mixing fact and fiction; the central reason as to why I am moving after only three months here, my shortest tenancy ever.
And why do I get these clever fact and fiction mix artists all the time? The ex was one, 20 years worth, Ms. C of the story was another, and some since, and now this landlady, easily 230lb, and in keeping with belonging to multiple Unfavored demographic groups (fat, ugly).
I shall post this before the weekend is over.
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Sunday, November 25, 2012
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Prospective Employer Games
1850h
It seems that those desperate for laborers aren't returning phone calls or emails, so I wonder if this is perpspeak for "find another line of work", even if they had me get steel toed boots and other safety gear for these jobs my daffodil picking "confreres" (read, shills or operatives) told me about in early September before they suddenly cut me off by suspending the crew bus with no advance notice.
I even went to the government employment agency this morning with a huge gangstalking freakshow event downtown, and of course had to go twice, as the counsellor wasn't in when I first went there. Regular TI's are long familiar with having to revisit something/somebody more than once in short order, or retracing one's steps for some concocted reason, and this endless game of "do it again for the assholes" plays itself out in many other functions of a TI's existence. And of course the masers and plasma beams were flitting around the office of the counsellor and in front of her LCD display, just like here at my apartment. It seems to be important to the perps to test me about every month or so and have me look at someone's else's LCD display, usually from off axis and further away than normal. Anyhow, I have an appointment for next week for retraining possibilities, so perhaps this infernal laboring job angle/planted "interest" is now over, that is, not allowed by perp edict and orchestration. That they have me piss away at least $400 on clothing and footwear in advance doesn't surprise me, as they pull this shit all the time. It is called "suck 'n fuck" or bait and switch in less profane terms; initiating planted thoughts, enabling preparation, having me spend the money (or make other major prepatory investments), and then changing the objective, effectively nullifying the effort. That I worked on a software project for over 2.5 years that kept stalling out for various reasons just might have been a precursor event.
Anyhow, I am pissed that I am getting jerked around, and that my remunerative efforts are getting sabotaged in order to fulfil some unkown agency's insane agenda. Or, that is the way it seems to me; any outfit that covertly hounds some innocent individual for over six years by way of planting crumbs in their proximity and like minded juvenility, has to be organizationally insane and/or depraved. And worse yet, it would seem the bulk of this insane abuse is to work around their past fuckups; subconscious traumatization associations and pollutant ingestion (e.g. PVC, PFOA's, bisphenols) that they cannot yet remotely model in energetic (or bioelectromagnetic) terms. And they even put on their PVC pipe bearing gangstalking vehicle on my walking route, even if there wasn't any irrigation projects for blocks, and had it there for the return visit an hour later. They also put on a redi-mix (concrete delivery) truck, which is at least a weekly event, and with the new construction I seen in this neighborhood, will remain a common gangstalking prop.
The perps put on the ambulances for each time I was out this morning, making sure that I had a good line of sight on the flashing white and red lights with the associated noise. They even arranged one of them as I was exiting through glass doors onto the street, so the light/siren show could be seen through glass at first, and then directly. And as soon as I turned a corner some 30' later, the black fuzzy balled masers were coming at me in pairs, the usual formation for these now, and constantly seen in my apartment, often where I am to reach or place an object.
And the lastest variation on the planted crumb games, usually when eating or making coffee, is to have the crumb get smaller and smaller after each time I pick it up. So, a planted (often obviously teleported now) 1/8" diameter crumb will morph into one half the size when under my finger, and then when I attempt to pick up the "remaining" portion, it becomes smaller yet again. Like I said above, this is the product of a billion dollar per year budgeted organization that won't show its face and prefers to prey on individuals by remote means for nonconsensual human experimentation purposes. And has everyone bought in this town, or at least quiescent.
Excursion pictures, 09-15 to 09-22-2008. Did I say that I was often "pallet stalked"? Probably more than once, hence it being a tag; here is another example. No or few residents in this motel, and in the middle of the vacant parking lot, someone has arranged a pallet at the projected corner of the building. And oddly, no one picked it up or moved it for three days.
And the first winery we visited had a fine selection of pallets, those being the orange ended stacked objects in the picture below. There is also a large array of whitish plastic bins for grape picking on the extreme left. And it strikes me as odd that four blue colored vehicles are lined up together begining from the left, and the remaining vehicles largely fit the greyscale profile of white to black colored vehicles with an additional red one in the mix, and then another blue colored vehicle second from the right side, next to the white vehicle. I wasn't entirely sure that this was a "made in perpland" vehicle configuration at the time I took the picture, as it is atypical with the predominance of blue colored ones, and missing an erstwhile and ubiquitous silver-grey vehicle altogether.
This picture seems a little strange, and it was a strange event in visiting a winery that had only two wines for sale, both Pinot Noir, not of great interest to me or my parents. So the visitation time in the wine tasting room was relatively brief, all of a minute or so, but once outside, there was a sudden hive of activity. A tractor-trailer pulled in front of our vehicle, a skinhead arrived to walk beside it with his coffee in hand (cannot be seen), another couple arrived after us and split apart to then have one member on each side of my parent's vehicle (not shown), and when I took a picture of them, it didn't come out. But the instant I took the picture from behind these individuals, the woman turned around and asked me some pleasant tourist questions. Still the weirdness of this one winery visit wasn't over, as a second tractor-trailer came by (not shown) to place itself directly in the road/driveway where I had to make a 180 degree turn to continue the wine tour. That is two tractor trailers, one split couple gangstalking, and one skinhead as part of the Coffee Corps all to "accompany" me on an abortive visit to a winery.
I suppose two red vehicles in close proximity isn't enough for a "conspiracy", but this was the best picture as my camera battery subsequently discharged after this. The remainder of the vehicles fit the white, silver-grey to black greyscale with two blue vehicles in the mix. Not a convincing picture, I admit, but the best one I had from this next day weirdness at a winery before we set off for a longer driving trip that day.
2100h
This is the post evening time tea and chocolate digestion period, and is getting roundly noisestalked as Itype this. I am also getting the infernal forehead numbing torture, and it pisses me off bad. The perps are back to having me eat 100g of chocolate three times per day, and the outside vehicle noise cranks up when I am placing the chocolate in my mouth. I see that they have added some "imperfections" into the chocolate, and have small 1/4" surficial portions dyed a darker brown. And they now have me back on using loose tea instead of Stash tea sachets. I noted the latter were plastic lined, and likely a source of bsiphenol A, hence some discussion when visiting my brother two weeks ago on the First Feral Family excursion, pictures above. And so when I "happened" to mention that I might be taking in bisphenol A through tea sachets, why, my brother had two pounds of vacuum packed loose Chinese tea to give me. But, to be fair, he does visit China about two times per year, and he takes an interpreter who gives him the tea as gifts. The current buzz in this country about banning bisphenol A plastics seems long planned; the perps had me purchase a polycarbonate (bisphenol A containing) plastic water bottle in 2004 which I took three times per week on my hikes, in the days of having a vehicle. Now, a sudden realization that this plastic is a public health concern, and lo, if there isn't stainless steel water bottles availible now. Anyhow, it is a long way of saying the tea leaf games are continuing to cycle; first teabags for years, then loose tea, then back to teabags in sachets, and now loose tea again. And, it is likely the bisphenol A was long identified as a pollutant that gives the perps difficulties in remotely detecting my bioenergetic fields, and having me drink water by the liter from a polluting source still hasn't quelled their ambitions to figure out this conumdrum by remote means.
There are other complexities around plastics with repect to tea; the Bodum teapot has a central basket in which to place the tea, and it is made of a plastic, possibly a nylon. Long ago in the days of innocence when my ex and I would visit her brother and sister-in-law they would bring out tea in a similar glass pot that had a central basket made of glass with drilled holes in it. I was told this teapot was very expensive, and had to make surely I wasn't in any position to klutzily knock it. I always wondered why the sister-in-law was so extremely tense when I visited, and in retrospect it all makes sense from the covert harassment/experimentation perspective. Enough on tea and teapots, but it does seem that one of the perp goals is to have me witness the changing colors of the tea, and that they be able to energetically model the color change to me.
2200h
The overhead pounding has started up while I am reading blogs; I wonder what is so important about this activity that they start this racket up? For the record, yet again, it is 12" of steel and concrete ceiling/floor, and would be humanly impossible to pound by walking or even jumping up and down. The noisestalking is a reasonable tip-off of heightened perp interest with concurent events, and has been relatively consistent over the years as to which events that interest them. Some events like waking up were noisestalked every morning for about two years and suddenly stopped about when I felt compelled (read, mind controlled) to get up. And since then they have never really noisestalked getting up, save the infrequent thumps. Last night the fuckers zapped me (whole head) when I was lying down, waiting to be allowed to go to sleep. I was some pissed about that, and all the more so as I thought this particular form of abuse was long over, as I hadn't had one for months. Wrong, they are still full measure for using any and all methods of abuse that I have come to know and despair.
2230h
Nut-hacking is a long time method of abuse; this is where the perps some kind of pain to my nuts and is often defeatable by closing my legs some more, as this appears to limit their remote energetic detection abilities. So it was a surprise to find that they have developed this method to be applied the instant a new web page displays, and in this case, with a large splash of yellow. So it goes, nothing is safe, and I have heard of worse genital treatments from other TI's, so it demonstrates that I am not the only one getting this particular attack. I often see the operatives with their legs splayed wide open, so I can assume they cannot get enough of a crotch-to-crotch comparison (me to gangstalker). This is similar to one's mouth contents and having gangstalkers spitting, open-mouthing, eating food, moving their tongue about and like mouth content revealing measures while loitering or walking by.
Enough said, and hopefully a less disruptive sleep tonight.
It seems that those desperate for laborers aren't returning phone calls or emails, so I wonder if this is perpspeak for "find another line of work", even if they had me get steel toed boots and other safety gear for these jobs my daffodil picking "confreres" (read, shills or operatives) told me about in early September before they suddenly cut me off by suspending the crew bus with no advance notice.
I even went to the government employment agency this morning with a huge gangstalking freakshow event downtown, and of course had to go twice, as the counsellor wasn't in when I first went there. Regular TI's are long familiar with having to revisit something/somebody more than once in short order, or retracing one's steps for some concocted reason, and this endless game of "do it again for the assholes" plays itself out in many other functions of a TI's existence. And of course the masers and plasma beams were flitting around the office of the counsellor and in front of her LCD display, just like here at my apartment. It seems to be important to the perps to test me about every month or so and have me look at someone's else's LCD display, usually from off axis and further away than normal. Anyhow, I have an appointment for next week for retraining possibilities, so perhaps this infernal laboring job angle/planted "interest" is now over, that is, not allowed by perp edict and orchestration. That they have me piss away at least $400 on clothing and footwear in advance doesn't surprise me, as they pull this shit all the time. It is called "suck 'n fuck" or bait and switch in less profane terms; initiating planted thoughts, enabling preparation, having me spend the money (or make other major prepatory investments), and then changing the objective, effectively nullifying the effort. That I worked on a software project for over 2.5 years that kept stalling out for various reasons just might have been a precursor event.
Anyhow, I am pissed that I am getting jerked around, and that my remunerative efforts are getting sabotaged in order to fulfil some unkown agency's insane agenda. Or, that is the way it seems to me; any outfit that covertly hounds some innocent individual for over six years by way of planting crumbs in their proximity and like minded juvenility, has to be organizationally insane and/or depraved. And worse yet, it would seem the bulk of this insane abuse is to work around their past fuckups; subconscious traumatization associations and pollutant ingestion (e.g. PVC, PFOA's, bisphenols) that they cannot yet remotely model in energetic (or bioelectromagnetic) terms. And they even put on their PVC pipe bearing gangstalking vehicle on my walking route, even if there wasn't any irrigation projects for blocks, and had it there for the return visit an hour later. They also put on a redi-mix (concrete delivery) truck, which is at least a weekly event, and with the new construction I seen in this neighborhood, will remain a common gangstalking prop.
The perps put on the ambulances for each time I was out this morning, making sure that I had a good line of sight on the flashing white and red lights with the associated noise. They even arranged one of them as I was exiting through glass doors onto the street, so the light/siren show could be seen through glass at first, and then directly. And as soon as I turned a corner some 30' later, the black fuzzy balled masers were coming at me in pairs, the usual formation for these now, and constantly seen in my apartment, often where I am to reach or place an object.
And the lastest variation on the planted crumb games, usually when eating or making coffee, is to have the crumb get smaller and smaller after each time I pick it up. So, a planted (often obviously teleported now) 1/8" diameter crumb will morph into one half the size when under my finger, and then when I attempt to pick up the "remaining" portion, it becomes smaller yet again. Like I said above, this is the product of a billion dollar per year budgeted organization that won't show its face and prefers to prey on individuals by remote means for nonconsensual human experimentation purposes. And has everyone bought in this town, or at least quiescent.
Excursion pictures, 09-15 to 09-22-2008. Did I say that I was often "pallet stalked"? Probably more than once, hence it being a tag; here is another example. No or few residents in this motel, and in the middle of the vacant parking lot, someone has arranged a pallet at the projected corner of the building. And oddly, no one picked it up or moved it for three days.
And the first winery we visited had a fine selection of pallets, those being the orange ended stacked objects in the picture below. There is also a large array of whitish plastic bins for grape picking on the extreme left. And it strikes me as odd that four blue colored vehicles are lined up together begining from the left, and the remaining vehicles largely fit the greyscale profile of white to black colored vehicles with an additional red one in the mix, and then another blue colored vehicle second from the right side, next to the white vehicle. I wasn't entirely sure that this was a "made in perpland" vehicle configuration at the time I took the picture, as it is atypical with the predominance of blue colored ones, and missing an erstwhile and ubiquitous silver-grey vehicle altogether.
This picture seems a little strange, and it was a strange event in visiting a winery that had only two wines for sale, both Pinot Noir, not of great interest to me or my parents. So the visitation time in the wine tasting room was relatively brief, all of a minute or so, but once outside, there was a sudden hive of activity. A tractor-trailer pulled in front of our vehicle, a skinhead arrived to walk beside it with his coffee in hand (cannot be seen), another couple arrived after us and split apart to then have one member on each side of my parent's vehicle (not shown), and when I took a picture of them, it didn't come out. But the instant I took the picture from behind these individuals, the woman turned around and asked me some pleasant tourist questions. Still the weirdness of this one winery visit wasn't over, as a second tractor-trailer came by (not shown) to place itself directly in the road/driveway where I had to make a 180 degree turn to continue the wine tour. That is two tractor trailers, one split couple gangstalking, and one skinhead as part of the Coffee Corps all to "accompany" me on an abortive visit to a winery.
I suppose two red vehicles in close proximity isn't enough for a "conspiracy", but this was the best picture as my camera battery subsequently discharged after this. The remainder of the vehicles fit the white, silver-grey to black greyscale with two blue vehicles in the mix. Not a convincing picture, I admit, but the best one I had from this next day weirdness at a winery before we set off for a longer driving trip that day.
2100h
This is the post evening time tea and chocolate digestion period, and is getting roundly noisestalked as Itype this. I am also getting the infernal forehead numbing torture, and it pisses me off bad. The perps are back to having me eat 100g of chocolate three times per day, and the outside vehicle noise cranks up when I am placing the chocolate in my mouth. I see that they have added some "imperfections" into the chocolate, and have small 1/4" surficial portions dyed a darker brown. And they now have me back on using loose tea instead of Stash tea sachets. I noted the latter were plastic lined, and likely a source of bsiphenol A, hence some discussion when visiting my brother two weeks ago on the First Feral Family excursion, pictures above. And so when I "happened" to mention that I might be taking in bisphenol A through tea sachets, why, my brother had two pounds of vacuum packed loose Chinese tea to give me. But, to be fair, he does visit China about two times per year, and he takes an interpreter who gives him the tea as gifts. The current buzz in this country about banning bisphenol A plastics seems long planned; the perps had me purchase a polycarbonate (bisphenol A containing) plastic water bottle in 2004 which I took three times per week on my hikes, in the days of having a vehicle. Now, a sudden realization that this plastic is a public health concern, and lo, if there isn't stainless steel water bottles availible now. Anyhow, it is a long way of saying the tea leaf games are continuing to cycle; first teabags for years, then loose tea, then back to teabags in sachets, and now loose tea again. And, it is likely the bisphenol A was long identified as a pollutant that gives the perps difficulties in remotely detecting my bioenergetic fields, and having me drink water by the liter from a polluting source still hasn't quelled their ambitions to figure out this conumdrum by remote means.
There are other complexities around plastics with repect to tea; the Bodum teapot has a central basket in which to place the tea, and it is made of a plastic, possibly a nylon. Long ago in the days of innocence when my ex and I would visit her brother and sister-in-law they would bring out tea in a similar glass pot that had a central basket made of glass with drilled holes in it. I was told this teapot was very expensive, and had to make surely I wasn't in any position to klutzily knock it. I always wondered why the sister-in-law was so extremely tense when I visited, and in retrospect it all makes sense from the covert harassment/experimentation perspective. Enough on tea and teapots, but it does seem that one of the perp goals is to have me witness the changing colors of the tea, and that they be able to energetically model the color change to me.
2200h
The overhead pounding has started up while I am reading blogs; I wonder what is so important about this activity that they start this racket up? For the record, yet again, it is 12" of steel and concrete ceiling/floor, and would be humanly impossible to pound by walking or even jumping up and down. The noisestalking is a reasonable tip-off of heightened perp interest with concurent events, and has been relatively consistent over the years as to which events that interest them. Some events like waking up were noisestalked every morning for about two years and suddenly stopped about when I felt compelled (read, mind controlled) to get up. And since then they have never really noisestalked getting up, save the infrequent thumps. Last night the fuckers zapped me (whole head) when I was lying down, waiting to be allowed to go to sleep. I was some pissed about that, and all the more so as I thought this particular form of abuse was long over, as I hadn't had one for months. Wrong, they are still full measure for using any and all methods of abuse that I have come to know and despair.
2230h
Nut-hacking is a long time method of abuse; this is where the perps some kind of pain to my nuts and is often defeatable by closing my legs some more, as this appears to limit their remote energetic detection abilities. So it was a surprise to find that they have developed this method to be applied the instant a new web page displays, and in this case, with a large splash of yellow. So it goes, nothing is safe, and I have heard of worse genital treatments from other TI's, so it demonstrates that I am not the only one getting this particular attack. I often see the operatives with their legs splayed wide open, so I can assume they cannot get enough of a crotch-to-crotch comparison (me to gangstalker). This is similar to one's mouth contents and having gangstalkers spitting, open-mouthing, eating food, moving their tongue about and like mouth content revealing measures while loitering or walking by.
Enough said, and hopefully a less disruptive sleep tonight.
Friday, February 08, 2008
Back Pain and Rent Pain
1415h
I got an extra dose of imposed back pain this morning, enough to make me reach for something to prop myself up when leaning over, especially noted when changing into my clothes, always a big noisestalk moment for the perps.
And just when I was wondering what I was going to do with this forced shut-in day, why, the apartment manager put on a big rythmic door knocking show to deliver a notice of unpaid rent. My subsidy side of it did not come through this month for some strange reason, and that triggered this event. The entire subsidy thing had gone like clockwork since 05-2007, and then suddenly "erupts" this month, 02-2008. I have already had one of these go-rounds before, where the perps wiped my recall about paying the rent, and lo, if I didn't get a notice and have to pay up the extra $20 fee as well. This last went down in 2005, so repeating this fucking little game is no surprise, only the interval between durations. No doubt the perps want to correlate all the energetics between the two same events in differing locations. Not my problem, so why am I getting harassed like this all the time?
As part of this setup, the manager is grossly overweight, something I don't pay any mind to. But today, I did not have a choice; the perps kept on redirecting my attention to his excessive girth, and he even got closer than normal to "explain" the notice. This is something the perps like to do; put on the Unfavored at varying distances, in this case, getting inordinately close, though socially acceptable within the context.
There have been a number of all-quiets today; normally I get a constant background of varying noise, to unbelievable proportions, second story noise on the sixth floor, and then some, e.g. last night's ceiling pounding of a concrete floor. The only exception to the all-quiets has been the backup beeper noise that has been near continuous all morning and through lunch making, eating and doing the dishes. Not that there is that many vehicles backing up around here, as the perps are less concerning with staging putative causal events than they were. But like yesterday, where this same sound "noisetracked" me for 10 minutes of my walk to the recreation center at a constant volume while walking away from any likely source location, appearances don't matter. This is the premier noisestalking noise of the week, this electronic beeping noise coming in at various volumes, the faint beeping being more prevalent today.
No doubt the electronic beeping noise is linked to the staged rent notice jerkaround, and I suspect that as my lunch was two hours ago, this is a prime moment to not only piss me off, but throw other slings and arrows of the perp's litany of aggravations.
They gave me a 10.5 hour sleep last night, now going back to the excessive sleeping games of the last two months, and designed to impair any casual labor work that could come my way. That and the back pain served to keep me contained here so far. The perps also started up a burn like pain on my right thigh, which only came on once I dressed, and not before. They pulled this same stunt yesterday while walking back from the recreation center. This seems to be the new trend, creating more pain sites without any causal event.
Lunch making turned out to be a rage-ified show; they pulled the dinner plate from my grasp while cleaning it and then banged it on the kitchen counter and then slid it into the dish soap container to knock exactly 90 degrees from its usual orientation while kept there. Other games were flicking olive oil around, and even "flying" it from my tortilla first as a mass of tapenade (green ground olives) and then within a minute, an olive oil drop with evenly dispersed tapenade inside it. These two drops of food landed within an inch of each other, and were likely arranged for side by side comparison. It is amazing that a cowardly multi-billion dollar budgeted organization is flicking variants of olive oil and tapenade combinations at me, and are attempting to attain some benefit from this inanity.
I also have been privy to the street rip-up project that I can see from my window, and that has been featured in past blog postings, some with photos. Yesterday, the perps brought out this huge 30' wide blue plastic tarp and laid it down on the street works, but not over anything specific like the concrete pouring of last week when they legitimately used it to slow the cure time. They seem to have moved it closer and for no seeming purpose as of yesterday. Today it is gone, and they are moving gravel and having the backhoe and a small excavator operate where the blue tarp was. I can only assume there is some color interaction games going on, and that anything or person on top of the same location will also somehow interact with the energetics of the blue plastic tarp, even if removed. That does seem to follow the trend; move the item off a surface and have me or a surrogate walk over it.
A similar event happened three days ago when walking to the recreation center over a 4 week old poured concrete sidewalk at the location of a fuel station rebuild. The "worker" was putting in a PVC irrigation system, and some 20' of 1" pipe was lying on the sidewalk with no option to walk beside it as their steel fence was lying on two thirds of the sidewalk, being taken down. The "worker" saw me coming and swept the white colored PVC pipe off the sidewalk, and after exchanging pleasantries, I walked on the only possible portion of the sidewalk, the remaining third where the PVC pipe had been. A perfect setup, having me walking where it had been located. The perps have long gangstalked me with PVC pipe, the seeming irrigation services vehicles with pipe on top, and in past pre-overt harassment days, they scripted some 1,500' of PVC pipe installation, all to seeming no gain, then at least.
The nearby street wide rip-up has installed some 600' (twinned in some locations) of 30" green PVC pipe and has poured at least 2' of concrete over it, which may be related to yet more testing of PVC and me, and whatever energetics interaction there might be between that substance, its color, and me.
1500h
After a few phone calls while composing the above, the rent payment crisis has been resolved, and the extra $20 late payment fee has been waived. Another game is done, this time in relatively short order, and not extending it over the weekend like I thought it would be, and sticking me with the $20 as well. The story is that the check was held up in the mail, which strikes me as odd as there is plenty of direct debit financial transactions in this part of the world. Anyhow, it was all about upping my angst, which is a telltale harassment objective. Imagine what they do to those who are covertly followed, harassed and controlled to create chaos and mayhem among individuals, groups and organizations.
2150h
I just came off a long read about helicopters and the many designs and variants. Regular readers will know that the perps like to treat me to either see and/or hear helicopters live or online. In fact, I had a string of summer jobs in the 1970's where I had plenty of helicopter access, it being our only mode of transportation for one summer, daily transport to our work sites was routine. As I moved along in my career in forestry there were other opportunities, again with a similar summer of remote access via a helicopter. There is a Helijet Airways in this city that flies to Vancouver and Seattle, and I have had the pleasure of making this trip to both cities. In the latter case, it was my first association with Mr. Passport Tosser, the "passenger" in front of me with an electronic instrument he "needed" me to see just after the announcement from the pilot to turn all communication devices off, there he was with his on. When we got to Boeing Field, he purposely flung his passport at the feet of the INS inspection officer who thought it was so funny, as did Passport Tosser and his colleague. Fucking bizarre, and Passport Tosser is the all time most observed operative not in morphover form; he has "featured" himself at least seven times in two cities, and has two same time hospital visits as when I got fucked into going there. He has various acts; currently either the semi-respectable casual or the vagrant appearance and his former button down executive look to accompany me to Seattle. No one will venture to explain how this string of improbable events has come about, but at least they don't try to explain this as "normal".
2205h
I saw a maser coming from my head this morning, exactly between my eyes and emanating while shaving. This is not wholly unexpected as I get constant plasma beam emanations from me when in the floor exercise room at OB Rec. Center, visible in the floor to ceiling mirrors that are routinely marked up at the location I am looking at them. These plasma beams are often of a near vertical orientation, straingt line beams that are in front of my black fleece pants, which then get replaced by plasma beams of the same color that appear to originate and project from my leg bones, shaped in the same manner. This would seem to be a comparison of my leg bones' plasma projection to that of an approximation straight line tangent. I have seen other toroidal and oviod projections from my chest at this same location and juncture, and it is all part of the game of everyone not noticing.
2310h
Some video listening, catching up on a number of bookmarked videos and then they are listened to in one session. And I get the usual loud beeps inserted as I websurf somewhere else, and lo, a Windows box comes up with a beep, possibly to standardize a visual and audio portion along with me yelling at the assholes who pulled this off.
the street shouting has started up, so it is time to blog off and call this dull day done.
I got an extra dose of imposed back pain this morning, enough to make me reach for something to prop myself up when leaning over, especially noted when changing into my clothes, always a big noisestalk moment for the perps.
And just when I was wondering what I was going to do with this forced shut-in day, why, the apartment manager put on a big rythmic door knocking show to deliver a notice of unpaid rent. My subsidy side of it did not come through this month for some strange reason, and that triggered this event. The entire subsidy thing had gone like clockwork since 05-2007, and then suddenly "erupts" this month, 02-2008. I have already had one of these go-rounds before, where the perps wiped my recall about paying the rent, and lo, if I didn't get a notice and have to pay up the extra $20 fee as well. This last went down in 2005, so repeating this fucking little game is no surprise, only the interval between durations. No doubt the perps want to correlate all the energetics between the two same events in differing locations. Not my problem, so why am I getting harassed like this all the time?
As part of this setup, the manager is grossly overweight, something I don't pay any mind to. But today, I did not have a choice; the perps kept on redirecting my attention to his excessive girth, and he even got closer than normal to "explain" the notice. This is something the perps like to do; put on the Unfavored at varying distances, in this case, getting inordinately close, though socially acceptable within the context.
There have been a number of all-quiets today; normally I get a constant background of varying noise, to unbelievable proportions, second story noise on the sixth floor, and then some, e.g. last night's ceiling pounding of a concrete floor. The only exception to the all-quiets has been the backup beeper noise that has been near continuous all morning and through lunch making, eating and doing the dishes. Not that there is that many vehicles backing up around here, as the perps are less concerning with staging putative causal events than they were. But like yesterday, where this same sound "noisetracked" me for 10 minutes of my walk to the recreation center at a constant volume while walking away from any likely source location, appearances don't matter. This is the premier noisestalking noise of the week, this electronic beeping noise coming in at various volumes, the faint beeping being more prevalent today.
No doubt the electronic beeping noise is linked to the staged rent notice jerkaround, and I suspect that as my lunch was two hours ago, this is a prime moment to not only piss me off, but throw other slings and arrows of the perp's litany of aggravations.
They gave me a 10.5 hour sleep last night, now going back to the excessive sleeping games of the last two months, and designed to impair any casual labor work that could come my way. That and the back pain served to keep me contained here so far. The perps also started up a burn like pain on my right thigh, which only came on once I dressed, and not before. They pulled this same stunt yesterday while walking back from the recreation center. This seems to be the new trend, creating more pain sites without any causal event.
Lunch making turned out to be a rage-ified show; they pulled the dinner plate from my grasp while cleaning it and then banged it on the kitchen counter and then slid it into the dish soap container to knock exactly 90 degrees from its usual orientation while kept there. Other games were flicking olive oil around, and even "flying" it from my tortilla first as a mass of tapenade (green ground olives) and then within a minute, an olive oil drop with evenly dispersed tapenade inside it. These two drops of food landed within an inch of each other, and were likely arranged for side by side comparison. It is amazing that a cowardly multi-billion dollar budgeted organization is flicking variants of olive oil and tapenade combinations at me, and are attempting to attain some benefit from this inanity.
I also have been privy to the street rip-up project that I can see from my window, and that has been featured in past blog postings, some with photos. Yesterday, the perps brought out this huge 30' wide blue plastic tarp and laid it down on the street works, but not over anything specific like the concrete pouring of last week when they legitimately used it to slow the cure time. They seem to have moved it closer and for no seeming purpose as of yesterday. Today it is gone, and they are moving gravel and having the backhoe and a small excavator operate where the blue tarp was. I can only assume there is some color interaction games going on, and that anything or person on top of the same location will also somehow interact with the energetics of the blue plastic tarp, even if removed. That does seem to follow the trend; move the item off a surface and have me or a surrogate walk over it.
A similar event happened three days ago when walking to the recreation center over a 4 week old poured concrete sidewalk at the location of a fuel station rebuild. The "worker" was putting in a PVC irrigation system, and some 20' of 1" pipe was lying on the sidewalk with no option to walk beside it as their steel fence was lying on two thirds of the sidewalk, being taken down. The "worker" saw me coming and swept the white colored PVC pipe off the sidewalk, and after exchanging pleasantries, I walked on the only possible portion of the sidewalk, the remaining third where the PVC pipe had been. A perfect setup, having me walking where it had been located. The perps have long gangstalked me with PVC pipe, the seeming irrigation services vehicles with pipe on top, and in past pre-overt harassment days, they scripted some 1,500' of PVC pipe installation, all to seeming no gain, then at least.
The nearby street wide rip-up has installed some 600' (twinned in some locations) of 30" green PVC pipe and has poured at least 2' of concrete over it, which may be related to yet more testing of PVC and me, and whatever energetics interaction there might be between that substance, its color, and me.
1500h
After a few phone calls while composing the above, the rent payment crisis has been resolved, and the extra $20 late payment fee has been waived. Another game is done, this time in relatively short order, and not extending it over the weekend like I thought it would be, and sticking me with the $20 as well. The story is that the check was held up in the mail, which strikes me as odd as there is plenty of direct debit financial transactions in this part of the world. Anyhow, it was all about upping my angst, which is a telltale harassment objective. Imagine what they do to those who are covertly followed, harassed and controlled to create chaos and mayhem among individuals, groups and organizations.
2150h
I just came off a long read about helicopters and the many designs and variants. Regular readers will know that the perps like to treat me to either see and/or hear helicopters live or online. In fact, I had a string of summer jobs in the 1970's where I had plenty of helicopter access, it being our only mode of transportation for one summer, daily transport to our work sites was routine. As I moved along in my career in forestry there were other opportunities, again with a similar summer of remote access via a helicopter. There is a Helijet Airways in this city that flies to Vancouver and Seattle, and I have had the pleasure of making this trip to both cities. In the latter case, it was my first association with Mr. Passport Tosser, the "passenger" in front of me with an electronic instrument he "needed" me to see just after the announcement from the pilot to turn all communication devices off, there he was with his on. When we got to Boeing Field, he purposely flung his passport at the feet of the INS inspection officer who thought it was so funny, as did Passport Tosser and his colleague. Fucking bizarre, and Passport Tosser is the all time most observed operative not in morphover form; he has "featured" himself at least seven times in two cities, and has two same time hospital visits as when I got fucked into going there. He has various acts; currently either the semi-respectable casual or the vagrant appearance and his former button down executive look to accompany me to Seattle. No one will venture to explain how this string of improbable events has come about, but at least they don't try to explain this as "normal".
2205h
I saw a maser coming from my head this morning, exactly between my eyes and emanating while shaving. This is not wholly unexpected as I get constant plasma beam emanations from me when in the floor exercise room at OB Rec. Center, visible in the floor to ceiling mirrors that are routinely marked up at the location I am looking at them. These plasma beams are often of a near vertical orientation, straingt line beams that are in front of my black fleece pants, which then get replaced by plasma beams of the same color that appear to originate and project from my leg bones, shaped in the same manner. This would seem to be a comparison of my leg bones' plasma projection to that of an approximation straight line tangent. I have seen other toroidal and oviod projections from my chest at this same location and juncture, and it is all part of the game of everyone not noticing.
2310h
Some video listening, catching up on a number of bookmarked videos and then they are listened to in one session. And I get the usual loud beeps inserted as I websurf somewhere else, and lo, a Windows box comes up with a beep, possibly to standardize a visual and audio portion along with me yelling at the assholes who pulled this off.
the street shouting has started up, so it is time to blog off and call this dull day done.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Hyperactive Ceiling Pounding & Rumbling
1220h
This stunt of somehow pounding and rumbling the overhead ceiling of at least 8" of concrete has begun early today. Normally it is a late afternoon or evening time perp behavior (read, harassment method), but it has gone hyperactive while I am reading science news websites. What appears to set this off is my thoughts related to the news item I am reading and my thought association with the current harassment and mind-control games. It is mildly entertaining to read about the latest quantum energy or human brain research results when the perps have been doing this operationally for years. I am sure that my mind-minders are accutely aware of all this and arrange the stories and their headlines accordingly.
It was a Chicken Run today, meaning the once every two weeks or so that I go to the grocery store and purchase hot cooked chicken. In keeping with the perps interest on left side and right side gangstalking games, there were only half chickens availible. I also thought it interesting that the perps ensured my in-town brother and I each ate one turkey leg from the same bird over Christmas. So there is a good chance that someone in my family is eating the other half of this chicken, or, perhaps the cooked chicken my mother gave me earlier this week is from that same bird. Now that the tapping "neighbor" noise has begun, it is time to end this blogging session and come back later.
1400h
Outside clanging and clunking has subsumed the overhead pounding noise. I appears to come from the excavators that are in view, and I will pull some pictures in to show what is up.
I did some more research on the green colored PVC pipe, and indeed, that color seems to be the agreed pipe for sanitary sewers. A rough estimate of 800' of new sewer pipe will have been laid, some 30" in diameter. It covers one entire city block so far, plus a reworked uncontrolled intersection which has been dug up and re-bedded with 12" of concrete over which the gravel is packed. As the perps have a continuing obsession with all things brown colored, and with all things related to excrement, including their toilet games I experience firsthand, I can only assume this new PVC sewer line is all in service to aid them in their research on this odious topic. I have mentioned that they seemingly put up two highrise buildings in Seattle next to my work and residence, so it would not be out of order for them to pull a four to six month sewerline project in my neighborhood. And also, the perps put on a block long excavation at my last residence location, though I cannot recall what service it was for.
This is just for a record of the street digging progress in my neighborhood, more for the following pictures. There is nothing too odd or unusual here, save the vagrant shopping cart act, though he is sitting on the adjacent bicycle in front of the white trades van. It was taken 01-07-2008.
Eight white vehicles in various orientations, plus one silver grey pickup behind the moving truck, a black colored vehicle in front of the moving (truck), and a red and blue sample vehicles at the head of the parked file of four white vehicles on furthest side of the street. That makes it 8/12 white colored vehicles in this picture; just another day of games.
A view from my apartment of the recent digging and new sewer line. The pipes are a turquoise green, and the two truck cabs plus one sedan's roof are the nearly same color as the PVC pipe. If one zooms into the location of the closest group of PVC pipe, one will find the perennial shopping cart vagrant act, something that dogs me nearly every time I go outside. This was taken 01-09-2006.
This is today's (01-11-2008) diggings; the lights from the excavators are on, and I don't think they need them except to direct light at me, something that goes on with parked vehicles all the time. Also note the proverbial shopping cart vagrant act on the sidewalk at the left.
Three pictures on three different days, and a vagrant shopping cart act in each one. I never knew I could be so consistent in getting such a feature to "show up" and demonstrate its ubiquity everywhere I go or even look.
1915h
And continuing noise parade has been going on for the last 30 minutes; loud mufflered vehicles, "performance" mufflers, faked buses (unconvincing noise and frequency) and loud motorcycles. This has been happening while I read about abductee's complaints to the US government getting nowhere, and the authorship of an email to the TI group. Now a siren show has started up.
2100h
Back into my retreat of listening to music; which maybe the culmination of the preceding noisestalking, getting me "ready" for placing headphones on, magnets at my ears. And the perps do value close-in magnetic energies being placed around me, hence the constant masers and plasma beams.
The headphones alternately creak, left side then right side, anytime I am forced to scratch my ears, cheek or eye due to imposed itches.
01-12-2008
1500h
Screwed again; I had every intention to post this last night but an imposed (forced) "forget" was applied.
This stunt of somehow pounding and rumbling the overhead ceiling of at least 8" of concrete has begun early today. Normally it is a late afternoon or evening time perp behavior (read, harassment method), but it has gone hyperactive while I am reading science news websites. What appears to set this off is my thoughts related to the news item I am reading and my thought association with the current harassment and mind-control games. It is mildly entertaining to read about the latest quantum energy or human brain research results when the perps have been doing this operationally for years. I am sure that my mind-minders are accutely aware of all this and arrange the stories and their headlines accordingly.
It was a Chicken Run today, meaning the once every two weeks or so that I go to the grocery store and purchase hot cooked chicken. In keeping with the perps interest on left side and right side gangstalking games, there were only half chickens availible. I also thought it interesting that the perps ensured my in-town brother and I each ate one turkey leg from the same bird over Christmas. So there is a good chance that someone in my family is eating the other half of this chicken, or, perhaps the cooked chicken my mother gave me earlier this week is from that same bird. Now that the tapping "neighbor" noise has begun, it is time to end this blogging session and come back later.
1400h
Outside clanging and clunking has subsumed the overhead pounding noise. I appears to come from the excavators that are in view, and I will pull some pictures in to show what is up.
I did some more research on the green colored PVC pipe, and indeed, that color seems to be the agreed pipe for sanitary sewers. A rough estimate of 800' of new sewer pipe will have been laid, some 30" in diameter. It covers one entire city block so far, plus a reworked uncontrolled intersection which has been dug up and re-bedded with 12" of concrete over which the gravel is packed. As the perps have a continuing obsession with all things brown colored, and with all things related to excrement, including their toilet games I experience firsthand, I can only assume this new PVC sewer line is all in service to aid them in their research on this odious topic. I have mentioned that they seemingly put up two highrise buildings in Seattle next to my work and residence, so it would not be out of order for them to pull a four to six month sewerline project in my neighborhood. And also, the perps put on a block long excavation at my last residence location, though I cannot recall what service it was for.
This is just for a record of the street digging progress in my neighborhood, more for the following pictures. There is nothing too odd or unusual here, save the vagrant shopping cart act, though he is sitting on the adjacent bicycle in front of the white trades van. It was taken 01-07-2008.
Eight white vehicles in various orientations, plus one silver grey pickup behind the moving truck, a black colored vehicle in front of the moving (truck), and a red and blue sample vehicles at the head of the parked file of four white vehicles on furthest side of the street. That makes it 8/12 white colored vehicles in this picture; just another day of games.
A view from my apartment of the recent digging and new sewer line. The pipes are a turquoise green, and the two truck cabs plus one sedan's roof are the nearly same color as the PVC pipe. If one zooms into the location of the closest group of PVC pipe, one will find the perennial shopping cart vagrant act, something that dogs me nearly every time I go outside. This was taken 01-09-2006.
This is today's (01-11-2008) diggings; the lights from the excavators are on, and I don't think they need them except to direct light at me, something that goes on with parked vehicles all the time. Also note the proverbial shopping cart vagrant act on the sidewalk at the left.
Three pictures on three different days, and a vagrant shopping cart act in each one. I never knew I could be so consistent in getting such a feature to "show up" and demonstrate its ubiquity everywhere I go or even look.
1915h
And continuing noise parade has been going on for the last 30 minutes; loud mufflered vehicles, "performance" mufflers, faked buses (unconvincing noise and frequency) and loud motorcycles. This has been happening while I read about abductee's complaints to the US government getting nowhere, and the authorship of an email to the TI group. Now a siren show has started up.
2100h
Back into my retreat of listening to music; which maybe the culmination of the preceding noisestalking, getting me "ready" for placing headphones on, magnets at my ears. And the perps do value close-in magnetic energies being placed around me, hence the constant masers and plasma beams.
The headphones alternately creak, left side then right side, anytime I am forced to scratch my ears, cheek or eye due to imposed itches.
01-12-2008
1500h
Screwed again; I had every intention to post this last night but an imposed (forced) "forget" was applied.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Another Hot Day
1330h
Codified, a hot day means that I get soaked in sweat from 0800h on, usually starting with my right arm at coffee, and then progressing to my face and head after a shower. And in Thurdsay yoga, a decent workout, my shirt is soaked, even if there is no direct sunlight in the north facing room, a half story below grade. This won't be the end of the Pseudosweats today, as I also walk a half hour each way to my gym workout. Past history is that this imposed condition, sweating at the drop of a hat, will continue to October sometime.
Another tragedy, closer to home; the collapse of the bridge in Minnesota, and the final tally of deaths and injuries has yet to determined. I find in very interesting that at least three spans collapsed, two being the portions over the gorge, with the center span over the river. As a member of the TI community, those who experience orchestrated "coincidences" every day, my immediate consideration is was this bridge disaster rigged and how might it conform to known perp practices and objectives? In my case there is nothing about the timing and location that tips me off, but the fact that the perps routinely block off traffic lanes everywhere I go, and routinely re-route traffic into the normal oncoming lane under safely managed conditions, it is indeed a "coincidence" that there was bridge maintenance in place, and at least two lanes were shut down if I am correctly recalling the news. All I can say is that comparing perp traffic diversion activity in-town to that occuring on a bridge that collapsed is highly speculative. That doesn't explain how two extra spans collapsed, nor the fact that there were lane closures which meant there was less weight on the bridge than normal, so how did it collapse? I will leave that one there for now, and keep an open mind as to the events. If it is correct that the FBI are already investigating, as news sources suggest, then that raises the suspiciousness condsiderably. And as I review this, the overhead "neighbor noise" has started up; hmmm...
1845h
This blog self-published with two keystrokes for which I was mind-controlled to do, as I had no intention but to continue on today's events.
It was the usual 500 to 1,000 vehicles put on active vehicular gangstalking in my walk to the OB Recreation Center for strength training. The usual pods of white colored sedans, then red colored sedans, then repeat with mini-vans, then add in one light metallic brown vehicle in the string, and then do the same for dark metallic green and so it goes. I got my redi-mix concrete truck, two in fact, and the regular PVC pipe packing van of putative irrigation services.
There were some add-ons; glass crumbs scattered over one intersection, new sidewalk painting (red, like the plasma beams), green plastic straws littering the ground (same green), orange garbage bags littering and staying in place, even if the wind was cranked up around me, persistent plasma placement in front of me, appearing as if a retinal burn (on nothing), and a few more that will come to mind later.
And the same herding going on at the recreation center; at least eight males were on stand-around duty, doing absolutely squat, and each time I looked, some "reacted" (not looking at me, though), as if "caught" and then actively pretended to be working out, only to be "caught" again, doing absolutely squat. This bullshit went on at the Y when I was in Seattle, though not nearly so deliberate as it is here. I got the kid in my path again, some shill they send to cross over directly in front of me, they not even looking of course, and then act so strangely as if they didn't have a clue as to their transgression. In my experience, people know if they have done something silly, like not looking where one is going in a public building, and are contrite. All I get is the stare, same for the fucks rushing the elevator before I get out. Fucking bizarre, and yet they could expedite their harassment activity by two orders of magnitude if they sought cooperation, but instead, they keep up these feints of dashing into my path, all to get 6" closer than otherwise. What is the matter with the perps, this from a billion dollar per year operation?
And the perps put on more granny stalking, the same bag keeps "showing up", and ordering themselves to be seen wherever I am. The three young girls in front of me were wearing various shades of pink, and lo, if the granny wasn't wearing pink too, as if to catch the "young girl aura spillage", or something. And with the class floor exercises in the public stretching area now, my gangstalking pals come back to visit me again, and have no compunction about walking past me, now on the floor mat, and walking through the group. Designed in rudeness, straight from another social arena that is nothing like the one here, which the perps are acutely aware of.
I got my building egressing negro gangstalker again, and interestingly, they put on three more for this afternoon's gym outing, one participating in the "squat squad", the above mentioned male gangstalking pod that distinguished themselves by doing nothing at the gym, or at least, whenever they were proximate to me. And I even got a "just standing there" gangstalker, 4' away, looking outside at absolutely nothing compelling, and he stood near me for at least two minutes and then proceeded onto the elliptical trainers to then workout for at least 25 minutes. Fucking bizarre, and identical in form to my father's gangstalking behaviors under the cover story of Alzheimers's. And when I see the same behavior from two individuals, I always wonder if they are morph-overs, the same person shapeshifted to appear different.
And if I am allowed to, I will put on some photos and annotate them with the details of today's gangstalking travails. All too often the photos don't turn out, or that I get re-directed to "forget" what I intended to do. But right now, the typo sabotage is getting so intense, that I best stop.
2005h
Some intensified overhead pounding started up, (carpeted concrete floor overhead), which reminded me that it also "happened" while I was shredding cheese for my dinner, the same kind, with variations, for over five years. One has to give the perps credit for persistance in the face o perversity, but that is about all.
And they do like me reading about nuclear power, and its travails and life cycle costs that are truly astounding. As mentioned in a past blog, this topic, the little that I know about it, was planted into a dream that I was given, and I can only assume that the perps are comparing brain energies during each event, reading or dreaming. And it does seem pathetic, as mentioned above, this is how a billion dollar budget deep black operation does its business; from afar, and planting strange dreams in it's victims minds. Risible, to the core.
And as it is dusk time, I am getting spot-lighted again; extremely bright "reflections" again, that fill this room up with light, and are so powerful as to annoy me. That is, they train the beam on my eyes to piss me off all the more, especially while typing and fighting off vision impairment games.
2245h
More Youtubing; it is becoming a great device for perps to play with visual images in the guise of video transfer and by that, plant extra lines, smear facial details, add background chatter, add strange facial colors, add sudden bursts of light (as if a flash), etc. Part of the script it seems.
Time to call this a posting for the day.
Codified, a hot day means that I get soaked in sweat from 0800h on, usually starting with my right arm at coffee, and then progressing to my face and head after a shower. And in Thurdsay yoga, a decent workout, my shirt is soaked, even if there is no direct sunlight in the north facing room, a half story below grade. This won't be the end of the Pseudosweats today, as I also walk a half hour each way to my gym workout. Past history is that this imposed condition, sweating at the drop of a hat, will continue to October sometime.
Another tragedy, closer to home; the collapse of the bridge in Minnesota, and the final tally of deaths and injuries has yet to determined. I find in very interesting that at least three spans collapsed, two being the portions over the gorge, with the center span over the river. As a member of the TI community, those who experience orchestrated "coincidences" every day, my immediate consideration is was this bridge disaster rigged and how might it conform to known perp practices and objectives? In my case there is nothing about the timing and location that tips me off, but the fact that the perps routinely block off traffic lanes everywhere I go, and routinely re-route traffic into the normal oncoming lane under safely managed conditions, it is indeed a "coincidence" that there was bridge maintenance in place, and at least two lanes were shut down if I am correctly recalling the news. All I can say is that comparing perp traffic diversion activity in-town to that occuring on a bridge that collapsed is highly speculative. That doesn't explain how two extra spans collapsed, nor the fact that there were lane closures which meant there was less weight on the bridge than normal, so how did it collapse? I will leave that one there for now, and keep an open mind as to the events. If it is correct that the FBI are already investigating, as news sources suggest, then that raises the suspiciousness condsiderably. And as I review this, the overhead "neighbor noise" has started up; hmmm...
1845h
This blog self-published with two keystrokes for which I was mind-controlled to do, as I had no intention but to continue on today's events.
It was the usual 500 to 1,000 vehicles put on active vehicular gangstalking in my walk to the OB Recreation Center for strength training. The usual pods of white colored sedans, then red colored sedans, then repeat with mini-vans, then add in one light metallic brown vehicle in the string, and then do the same for dark metallic green and so it goes. I got my redi-mix concrete truck, two in fact, and the regular PVC pipe packing van of putative irrigation services.
There were some add-ons; glass crumbs scattered over one intersection, new sidewalk painting (red, like the plasma beams), green plastic straws littering the ground (same green), orange garbage bags littering and staying in place, even if the wind was cranked up around me, persistent plasma placement in front of me, appearing as if a retinal burn (on nothing), and a few more that will come to mind later.
And the same herding going on at the recreation center; at least eight males were on stand-around duty, doing absolutely squat, and each time I looked, some "reacted" (not looking at me, though), as if "caught" and then actively pretended to be working out, only to be "caught" again, doing absolutely squat. This bullshit went on at the Y when I was in Seattle, though not nearly so deliberate as it is here. I got the kid in my path again, some shill they send to cross over directly in front of me, they not even looking of course, and then act so strangely as if they didn't have a clue as to their transgression. In my experience, people know if they have done something silly, like not looking where one is going in a public building, and are contrite. All I get is the stare, same for the fucks rushing the elevator before I get out. Fucking bizarre, and yet they could expedite their harassment activity by two orders of magnitude if they sought cooperation, but instead, they keep up these feints of dashing into my path, all to get 6" closer than otherwise. What is the matter with the perps, this from a billion dollar per year operation?
And the perps put on more granny stalking, the same bag keeps "showing up", and ordering themselves to be seen wherever I am. The three young girls in front of me were wearing various shades of pink, and lo, if the granny wasn't wearing pink too, as if to catch the "young girl aura spillage", or something. And with the class floor exercises in the public stretching area now, my gangstalking pals come back to visit me again, and have no compunction about walking past me, now on the floor mat, and walking through the group. Designed in rudeness, straight from another social arena that is nothing like the one here, which the perps are acutely aware of.
I got my building egressing negro gangstalker again, and interestingly, they put on three more for this afternoon's gym outing, one participating in the "squat squad", the above mentioned male gangstalking pod that distinguished themselves by doing nothing at the gym, or at least, whenever they were proximate to me. And I even got a "just standing there" gangstalker, 4' away, looking outside at absolutely nothing compelling, and he stood near me for at least two minutes and then proceeded onto the elliptical trainers to then workout for at least 25 minutes. Fucking bizarre, and identical in form to my father's gangstalking behaviors under the cover story of Alzheimers's. And when I see the same behavior from two individuals, I always wonder if they are morph-overs, the same person shapeshifted to appear different.
And if I am allowed to, I will put on some photos and annotate them with the details of today's gangstalking travails. All too often the photos don't turn out, or that I get re-directed to "forget" what I intended to do. But right now, the typo sabotage is getting so intense, that I best stop.
2005h
Some intensified overhead pounding started up, (carpeted concrete floor overhead), which reminded me that it also "happened" while I was shredding cheese for my dinner, the same kind, with variations, for over five years. One has to give the perps credit for persistance in the face o perversity, but that is about all.
And they do like me reading about nuclear power, and its travails and life cycle costs that are truly astounding. As mentioned in a past blog, this topic, the little that I know about it, was planted into a dream that I was given, and I can only assume that the perps are comparing brain energies during each event, reading or dreaming. And it does seem pathetic, as mentioned above, this is how a billion dollar budget deep black operation does its business; from afar, and planting strange dreams in it's victims minds. Risible, to the core.
And as it is dusk time, I am getting spot-lighted again; extremely bright "reflections" again, that fill this room up with light, and are so powerful as to annoy me. That is, they train the beam on my eyes to piss me off all the more, especially while typing and fighting off vision impairment games.
2245h
More Youtubing; it is becoming a great device for perps to play with visual images in the guise of video transfer and by that, plant extra lines, smear facial details, add background chatter, add strange facial colors, add sudden bursts of light (as if a flash), etc. Part of the script it seems.
Time to call this a posting for the day.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Soap in the Eyes - All Morning
1130h
The annoyance game has extended to having either grit like or soap sensations in my right eye today. And there wasn't the usual cover story of it "happening" to flow into my eye when showering this morning. The ever variable cover story need; something I have not figured out.
The radius of planted blunder sensations has also increased in the past few days; this is the sensation of banging or bumping into something proximate when in fact I did not. This applies to the hands and fingers, as well as legs, typically when I am moving or active. The sensation is created at the same time a characteristic noise is also fabricated, providing the momentary notion that in fact it was a genuine blundering into something. Usually one glance confirms that one's limb was nowhere near the object to warrant this sensation and coincident noise, and of late, the perps have me "blundering into" objects that are at least 12" away. Before that, it was more like 2" away, or else they wouldn't bother faking it. Again, another variable need for a cover story gets dispensed with, or diminished.
And it is back to the longer mandated sleep times of the last residence; the fuckers had me sleeping for 9 hours when I had been on a near normal 8. Funny how the doctor asked about this only a few days ago, and now it has been fucked with. This is the typical managed coincidence that occurs.
I am getting the "neighbor" invoked rumbling noise, as if they have sliding glass doors that are one order of magnitude noisier than anyone else's (including mine), but are somehow easy to push, and then they engage in hyperactive balcony access that is usually timed to me swearing at more typo sabotage, or a uncontrolled thought that passes through, usually in response to what I am currently typing. Or, when a "left-field" thought comes through, usually an associated variant of what is currently topical. One such was when I was reading about vehicle engines and green initiatives and I suddenly recalled that the perps were gangstalking me with a biofuel tanker yesterday, possibly the first one I have seen in this city. Mostly, I get gangstalked with conventional petroleum sourced gasoline and heating fuel tankers, at least six per week.
The redi-mix concrete delivery truck gangstalking has also increased; I get at least four per week, sometimes two per day. The perps have also upped the red colored cabbed dump trucks; I get the same one, or appearing to be the same, dump truck at least twice per outing, and only a half block from my apartment building, sometimes speeding in the downtown quarter, a totally absurd safety prospect unless one knows that the streets and intersection controls are being managed in advance. So far, I haven't seen any unconventional physical forces applied to vehicles, though it would not surprise me before long. By controlling gravity and the physicality of everything, they could safely stop anything in an instant.
The maser and plasma games are on full time, a now constant feature of my visual field, along with vision impairment fuckery. One stunt this morning was to blur my visual field while shaking the last of the hair conditioner out of the plastic bottle when in the shower. Totally unrelated physical events that were "somehow" joined in time. Put that in your clinical hat and explain that one for you sick minded sycophantic naysayers. And I have also mentioned the perp's fixation on plastics and their likely absorption into one's body cells, possibly neural cellular structures, and this seems to drive them nuts. I get my PVC pipe packing "irrigation services" vehicles gangstalking me at least once per day now, and if driving my parents' vehicle, they are dogging me the entire journey. My portable PVC respnance testing reference. Even placing PVC chairs out in these trendy nearby cafes is not enough it seems.
Related to the games that go on with various plastics and likely pollutants that are inside me and that cause the perps such grief, which means me as the net consequence of their games, was an interesting stunt they pulled with my shaving razor. Two days ago they launched the razor handle and its blade across the sink under the guise of being near something else that I was moving, and dumped it on the bathroom counter, and then flicked the blade from the handle and dumped it down beside the toilet onto the floor. Just another fuckover game for the sickos. But interestingly, "I" somehow managed to reassemble the blade in backwards into its mount in the razor handle, and it stayed in position, looking as if it were correctly mounted. Then yesterday, there was a siren immediately before beginning shaving, and then another one occuring as I took the razor handle and attempted my first shaving stroke. Needless to say, it did not cut any stubble, and I reversed the blade in the handle and proceeded to shave. The timing of the siren noise suggests the perps wanted to get a neural noisetrack of the immediate before and during of using the razor blade in reversed position. The big attraction for the fuckers was that there are Teflon rub strips on the razor blade housing, and they needed it reversed while putting on the noise bullshit. Like I have blogged before; there is a neural investigation component to this harassment, as determined by the selective noise assaults, as well as attempting to track the energetic effects of widely dispersed (teflon) pollutants, PFOA's. These have been found in polar bears, and no one knows how they have become so dispersed. As before, it is not my problem, so why am I being fucked over for it? (And I had something else to add, and I got fucked out of that notion, something that is "occuring" all too often of late.
1220h
The coughstalking is back, this in concert with me visualizing some kind of thoughts in response to reading about the physical configuration of a design of a supposed free energy device. It was impeccable timing, and a precise replicate of what routinely transpired at my last residence location, the putative rooming house. Now more shaking and overhead floor whacking noises are starting up. In fairness though, there is significantly less in-house "resident" noise in this apartment building than the latter location.
1345h
There is a concerted rumbling noise, siren noise, and an entirely new stunt, "clickstalking". The perps have decided to create regular clicking sounds from the stove, even if it is off (no burners on), and don't need a cover story for this. And as it so "happens", the clicking occurs at the very same instant that I click my mouse, and more than onces. Now some kind of tapping has started up, and presumably is part of the show, as it resonates as if a pipe was being manipulated.
This is the post lunch period, where they go beserk more often than not, and for tracking the energetics of food digestion I suspect, especially since I eat brown colored tortillas every day, as per mind fuck games that are applied to me.
I mentioned this to the doctor and caseworker at Wednesday's appointment, and said how uncharacteristic it is, but they said nothing. And in hindsight, and likely planted hindsight, I realize how acquiescent they were; as it so happens, the caseworker gave me an introductory letter to take to a commercial kitchen that prepares frozen meals for low income persons, me being one. It was mighty curious that she didn't remind me of it at the time, but chances are it was one of those all too familiar scripted "dead moments", when I respond, and the fuckers I am talking to don't. This is consistent with what has happened in the long past, where I appear to have the last word, even if there is plenty more to talk about or debate. In this case, it was blatant relevant knowledge supression.
And as I typed that, the typo sabotage increased, "I" swore at the fuckers, and simultaneously, the in-house tapping noise started up. There is no time when I have freedom to say anything, assuming it is even me that is doing it, and I suspect not, and even my reactions are mind-fucked into being.
There has been the odd time in recent weeks where I have had a reaction to some perp affront, and the fuckers wouldn't allow me to say anything; I was totally incapable of vocalizing for a second or so, another never-before event. My read on this was that I had a reaction/thought they didn't plan for, and therefore weren't timely with the word insertion. There have been a few other instances of being totally frozen in what to do, and I attribute these to the same reason; wilful or unexpectedly applied moments of a cognitive impasse remotely applied, and likely to tell me that I have no volition whatsoever in what I say, do or think.
1410h
Here is a blog posting that summarizes the work of Nikolai A. Kozyrev (1908-1983), and makes reference to ether vortices, and their fundamental nature in the physical world. What I find interesting is the analogy to likening this flow of energy to that of a sponge (objects and beings) being immersed in water (the ether energy);
And this excerpt would explain why the assholes are constantly pissing me off and having me be "ragefied" in "my" reaction to their fuckover stunts, typo sabotage being one abiding example:
Another game of the perps, having vehicles course around me, turning corners in various colors and directions, is alluded to in the description of the importance of spin:
And that also would explain why after I cleaned up the tar on the fridge (with paint solvent, a turpentine derivative), that mysteriously erupted at the last residence location, why they gangstalked me so heavily when I went out afterward to the grocery store.
And could it be that this article on Kozyrev was written for me to make many references? I have never encountered any web information that had so many "hits" to it in terms of explaining the harassment methods and objectives. Anyhow, no matter how this link was concocted, if the contents are largely true, then it ties substantially more of these perp games together in a neat bundle.
1855h
This is the post-dinner period, one usually noisestalked. Tonight the street screamers and whistlers are on duty, although other noise is added into the mix. It is still light out, and the reflections that "happen" to beam into my apartment have yet to begin.
The perps pulled another late afternoon nap on me, the third in succession when I get plenty of nightime sleep to begin with. They start this napping bullshit at about 1630h, and tonight I recieved over 1.5 hours of naptime. It is fucking absurd, as was the in-nap setup of a woman calling out in with some dude attempting to help her. The street whistling is still going on, and I find it totally implausible that I would hear it in such detail at six stories up. There is also some in-house (conrete construction) overhead pounding as well, another manufactured event as no one could physically shake concrete by walking over it in a conventionally constructed building.
1925h
After reading more about torsion energy, the 2 cycle motorcycle noise has been sustained, and for near hilarity, "someone" has started up the glass bottle bashing noise in the hallway, a "feature" of the last residence location, the putative rooming house. It is most strange that these identical noises follow me here, as well as ones that are unique to the concrete constructed apartments of the past. As mentioned in a previous blog, there is some kind of floor whacking noise with a soft object, such as cable, that causes a backbeat noise. This same sound has followed me to four locations over two cities. Funny how "I" didn't recall this at the doctor's office when he was asking me about any surprises as to this new location. I told him that the degree of noise was unexpected in that it should be largely dissapated at six floors up, based on personal experience from long ago. Giving him the full rundown on the anomalous noises was not allowed by the perps, whose ability to fuck with my recall has been increased over the past year.
2120h
More vision impairing fuckery as I attempt to read about zero-point energy, remote viewing and the rest of the phenomenon that go with it, including telepathy, reincarnation etc. This is obviously a perp "hot spot", but why they continue to harass me over what I read is beyond me, and isn't my problem. Yet they make another instance for pissing me off, and keeping up their concurrent noise assault. Some kind of in-house tapping keeps on, well past any maintenance activity.
Today has been a shut-in day, where somehow "I" lacked the ability to head outside and get a few errands done, one being the acquisition of omega-3 per doctor's request. Some more thought on this one suggests that the perps cannot distinguish the energetics of the body's fatty acids, so they want me to take a supplement that is a subset of this important compound.
This is almost another case of "been there, done that". Back in 2000 and 2001 they had be load up on omega fatty acids as part of a ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder) amelioration, and for two weeks or so there was a positive improvement for at least my vision. Then, like nearly all supplements and medications which prove effective, the benefits drop off, and are no more. To me, that suggests the perps are manipulating some of the body's responses, and governing them downward. With this upcoming omega 3 fatty acids supplement, I wonder what the perps have done to the contents. Things like radioactive tracers are not all that difficult for the fuckers to plant in these compounds in advance of my purchase. They regularly screw with my drinking water, as it seems some kind of electrolysis is going on, for all the bubbles that form in the bottle when I bring it home.
2240h
More clunking overhead, some being of the patented perp noises from past apartment buildings. Though, the rumbling of "neighbors sliding glass doors" has also had hyperactive occurences as well. A dull day and evening, and time to call this one done.
The annoyance game has extended to having either grit like or soap sensations in my right eye today. And there wasn't the usual cover story of it "happening" to flow into my eye when showering this morning. The ever variable cover story need; something I have not figured out.
The radius of planted blunder sensations has also increased in the past few days; this is the sensation of banging or bumping into something proximate when in fact I did not. This applies to the hands and fingers, as well as legs, typically when I am moving or active. The sensation is created at the same time a characteristic noise is also fabricated, providing the momentary notion that in fact it was a genuine blundering into something. Usually one glance confirms that one's limb was nowhere near the object to warrant this sensation and coincident noise, and of late, the perps have me "blundering into" objects that are at least 12" away. Before that, it was more like 2" away, or else they wouldn't bother faking it. Again, another variable need for a cover story gets dispensed with, or diminished.
And it is back to the longer mandated sleep times of the last residence; the fuckers had me sleeping for 9 hours when I had been on a near normal 8. Funny how the doctor asked about this only a few days ago, and now it has been fucked with. This is the typical managed coincidence that occurs.
I am getting the "neighbor" invoked rumbling noise, as if they have sliding glass doors that are one order of magnitude noisier than anyone else's (including mine), but are somehow easy to push, and then they engage in hyperactive balcony access that is usually timed to me swearing at more typo sabotage, or a uncontrolled thought that passes through, usually in response to what I am currently typing. Or, when a "left-field" thought comes through, usually an associated variant of what is currently topical. One such was when I was reading about vehicle engines and green initiatives and I suddenly recalled that the perps were gangstalking me with a biofuel tanker yesterday, possibly the first one I have seen in this city. Mostly, I get gangstalked with conventional petroleum sourced gasoline and heating fuel tankers, at least six per week.
The redi-mix concrete delivery truck gangstalking has also increased; I get at least four per week, sometimes two per day. The perps have also upped the red colored cabbed dump trucks; I get the same one, or appearing to be the same, dump truck at least twice per outing, and only a half block from my apartment building, sometimes speeding in the downtown quarter, a totally absurd safety prospect unless one knows that the streets and intersection controls are being managed in advance. So far, I haven't seen any unconventional physical forces applied to vehicles, though it would not surprise me before long. By controlling gravity and the physicality of everything, they could safely stop anything in an instant.
The maser and plasma games are on full time, a now constant feature of my visual field, along with vision impairment fuckery. One stunt this morning was to blur my visual field while shaking the last of the hair conditioner out of the plastic bottle when in the shower. Totally unrelated physical events that were "somehow" joined in time. Put that in your clinical hat and explain that one for you sick minded sycophantic naysayers. And I have also mentioned the perp's fixation on plastics and their likely absorption into one's body cells, possibly neural cellular structures, and this seems to drive them nuts. I get my PVC pipe packing "irrigation services" vehicles gangstalking me at least once per day now, and if driving my parents' vehicle, they are dogging me the entire journey. My portable PVC respnance testing reference. Even placing PVC chairs out in these trendy nearby cafes is not enough it seems.
Related to the games that go on with various plastics and likely pollutants that are inside me and that cause the perps such grief, which means me as the net consequence of their games, was an interesting stunt they pulled with my shaving razor. Two days ago they launched the razor handle and its blade across the sink under the guise of being near something else that I was moving, and dumped it on the bathroom counter, and then flicked the blade from the handle and dumped it down beside the toilet onto the floor. Just another fuckover game for the sickos. But interestingly, "I" somehow managed to reassemble the blade in backwards into its mount in the razor handle, and it stayed in position, looking as if it were correctly mounted. Then yesterday, there was a siren immediately before beginning shaving, and then another one occuring as I took the razor handle and attempted my first shaving stroke. Needless to say, it did not cut any stubble, and I reversed the blade in the handle and proceeded to shave. The timing of the siren noise suggests the perps wanted to get a neural noisetrack of the immediate before and during of using the razor blade in reversed position. The big attraction for the fuckers was that there are Teflon rub strips on the razor blade housing, and they needed it reversed while putting on the noise bullshit. Like I have blogged before; there is a neural investigation component to this harassment, as determined by the selective noise assaults, as well as attempting to track the energetic effects of widely dispersed (teflon) pollutants, PFOA's. These have been found in polar bears, and no one knows how they have become so dispersed. As before, it is not my problem, so why am I being fucked over for it? (And I had something else to add, and I got fucked out of that notion, something that is "occuring" all too often of late.
1220h
The coughstalking is back, this in concert with me visualizing some kind of thoughts in response to reading about the physical configuration of a design of a supposed free energy device. It was impeccable timing, and a precise replicate of what routinely transpired at my last residence location, the putative rooming house. Now more shaking and overhead floor whacking noises are starting up. In fairness though, there is significantly less in-house "resident" noise in this apartment building than the latter location.
1345h
There is a concerted rumbling noise, siren noise, and an entirely new stunt, "clickstalking". The perps have decided to create regular clicking sounds from the stove, even if it is off (no burners on), and don't need a cover story for this. And as it so "happens", the clicking occurs at the very same instant that I click my mouse, and more than onces. Now some kind of tapping has started up, and presumably is part of the show, as it resonates as if a pipe was being manipulated.
This is the post lunch period, where they go beserk more often than not, and for tracking the energetics of food digestion I suspect, especially since I eat brown colored tortillas every day, as per mind fuck games that are applied to me.
I mentioned this to the doctor and caseworker at Wednesday's appointment, and said how uncharacteristic it is, but they said nothing. And in hindsight, and likely planted hindsight, I realize how acquiescent they were; as it so happens, the caseworker gave me an introductory letter to take to a commercial kitchen that prepares frozen meals for low income persons, me being one. It was mighty curious that she didn't remind me of it at the time, but chances are it was one of those all too familiar scripted "dead moments", when I respond, and the fuckers I am talking to don't. This is consistent with what has happened in the long past, where I appear to have the last word, even if there is plenty more to talk about or debate. In this case, it was blatant relevant knowledge supression.
And as I typed that, the typo sabotage increased, "I" swore at the fuckers, and simultaneously, the in-house tapping noise started up. There is no time when I have freedom to say anything, assuming it is even me that is doing it, and I suspect not, and even my reactions are mind-fucked into being.
There has been the odd time in recent weeks where I have had a reaction to some perp affront, and the fuckers wouldn't allow me to say anything; I was totally incapable of vocalizing for a second or so, another never-before event. My read on this was that I had a reaction/thought they didn't plan for, and therefore weren't timely with the word insertion. There have been a few other instances of being totally frozen in what to do, and I attribute these to the same reason; wilful or unexpectedly applied moments of a cognitive impasse remotely applied, and likely to tell me that I have no volition whatsoever in what I say, do or think.
1410h
Here is a blog posting that summarizes the work of Nikolai A. Kozyrev (1908-1983), and makes reference to ether vortices, and their fundamental nature in the physical world. What I find interesting is the analogy to likening this flow of energy to that of a sponge (objects and beings) being immersed in water (the ether energy);
Though it would seem impossible to most people, Kozyrev showed that by shaking, spinning, heating, cooling, vibrating or breaking physical objects, their weight can be increased or decreased by subtle but definite amounts.This, in a nutshell, explains why the perps are constantly causing objects to bang, collide, vibrate, and the rest of their remote manipulations. They are remotely assaying this vortex energy, though other names have been applied depending on the researcher; torsion, scalar, gravitational, zero-point, vacuum energy, etc.
And this excerpt would explain why the assholes are constantly pissing me off and having me be "ragefied" in "my" reaction to their fuckover stunts, typo sabotage being one abiding example:
Even more importantly, the fact that strong emotional energy could also cause a measurable at-a-distance reaction has been repeatedly documented not just by Dr Kozyrev but many others, and this is where our concepts of psychic phenomena and consciousness come into the picture.And even more likely is that the perps are after some kind of "holy grail" outcome that, in their estimation would be compromised should they overtly experiment on a cooperative subject, hence the unrelenting harassment of their subjects world-wide. This excerpt hints at some kind of material matter and consciousness interaction, though the magnitude of the discovery is not apparent to me, or else (and more likely), I am not allowed to think as to what the ramifications are:
The data show that, somehow, a change in the mass consciousness of humanity affected the behaviour of electromagnetic energy in computer circuits around the world, especially those computers nearest to North America. This suggests that torsion waves and consciousness are essentially identical manifestations of intelligent energy.This infers the capability to make objects move and reform simply by thought alone; no wonder the fuckers want to get there first, so they can repress everyone else from having such powers.
Another game of the perps, having vehicles course around me, turning corners in various colors and directions, is alluded to in the description of the importance of spin:
The Einstein-Cartan theory, which in 1913 established a theoretical basis for the existence of torsion fields, predicts that there is either right-handed or left-handed torsion in space, depending on the location. Subsequent discoveries in quantum physics related to the notion of "spin" confirmed that "electrons" have "right-handed" or "left-handed" spin, meaning that movement will be detected that is either clockwise or counterclockwise. All atoms and molecules maintain varying degrees of balance between right- and left-handed spin. Kozyrev determined that strongly right-handed molecules such as sugar can shield torsion effects, whereas strongly left-handed molecules such as turpentine strengthen them.And as fructose has a reverse spin, that might explain why the perp assholes have stopped me from having fruit for the past 10 months. The mention of plastic also confering spin properties also explains why their operatives are gangstalking me constantly with plastic bags, as well as fucking over every application of Cling Wrap that I have attempted in the past five years.
And that also would explain why after I cleaned up the tar on the fridge (with paint solvent, a turpentine derivative), that mysteriously erupted at the last residence location, why they gangstalked me so heavily when I went out afterward to the grocery store.
And could it be that this article on Kozyrev was written for me to make many references? I have never encountered any web information that had so many "hits" to it in terms of explaining the harassment methods and objectives. Anyhow, no matter how this link was concocted, if the contents are largely true, then it ties substantially more of these perp games together in a neat bundle.
1855h
This is the post-dinner period, one usually noisestalked. Tonight the street screamers and whistlers are on duty, although other noise is added into the mix. It is still light out, and the reflections that "happen" to beam into my apartment have yet to begin.
The perps pulled another late afternoon nap on me, the third in succession when I get plenty of nightime sleep to begin with. They start this napping bullshit at about 1630h, and tonight I recieved over 1.5 hours of naptime. It is fucking absurd, as was the in-nap setup of a woman calling out in with some dude attempting to help her. The street whistling is still going on, and I find it totally implausible that I would hear it in such detail at six stories up. There is also some in-house (conrete construction) overhead pounding as well, another manufactured event as no one could physically shake concrete by walking over it in a conventionally constructed building.
1925h
After reading more about torsion energy, the 2 cycle motorcycle noise has been sustained, and for near hilarity, "someone" has started up the glass bottle bashing noise in the hallway, a "feature" of the last residence location, the putative rooming house. It is most strange that these identical noises follow me here, as well as ones that are unique to the concrete constructed apartments of the past. As mentioned in a previous blog, there is some kind of floor whacking noise with a soft object, such as cable, that causes a backbeat noise. This same sound has followed me to four locations over two cities. Funny how "I" didn't recall this at the doctor's office when he was asking me about any surprises as to this new location. I told him that the degree of noise was unexpected in that it should be largely dissapated at six floors up, based on personal experience from long ago. Giving him the full rundown on the anomalous noises was not allowed by the perps, whose ability to fuck with my recall has been increased over the past year.
2120h
More vision impairing fuckery as I attempt to read about zero-point energy, remote viewing and the rest of the phenomenon that go with it, including telepathy, reincarnation etc. This is obviously a perp "hot spot", but why they continue to harass me over what I read is beyond me, and isn't my problem. Yet they make another instance for pissing me off, and keeping up their concurrent noise assault. Some kind of in-house tapping keeps on, well past any maintenance activity.
Today has been a shut-in day, where somehow "I" lacked the ability to head outside and get a few errands done, one being the acquisition of omega-3 per doctor's request. Some more thought on this one suggests that the perps cannot distinguish the energetics of the body's fatty acids, so they want me to take a supplement that is a subset of this important compound.
This is almost another case of "been there, done that". Back in 2000 and 2001 they had be load up on omega fatty acids as part of a ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder) amelioration, and for two weeks or so there was a positive improvement for at least my vision. Then, like nearly all supplements and medications which prove effective, the benefits drop off, and are no more. To me, that suggests the perps are manipulating some of the body's responses, and governing them downward. With this upcoming omega 3 fatty acids supplement, I wonder what the perps have done to the contents. Things like radioactive tracers are not all that difficult for the fuckers to plant in these compounds in advance of my purchase. They regularly screw with my drinking water, as it seems some kind of electrolysis is going on, for all the bubbles that form in the bottle when I bring it home.
2240h
More clunking overhead, some being of the patented perp noises from past apartment buildings. Though, the rumbling of "neighbors sliding glass doors" has also had hyperactive occurences as well. A dull day and evening, and time to call this one done.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Vision Hacking
1100h
My first hour of being online has been nothing but vision impairment and skim reading, something that I don't ordinarily do when peruse my favorite news sites and selected news. If a news headline interests me I want to read it, all of it, without being forced to skim and "give up" partway through. But that is not allowed so far, as the perps have jerked my reading style down to being fraught with transitory impairments and not reading a whole article through. It is fucking depraved that I am not allowed to read what I want as imposed by unaccountable sickos.
The perps have parked a white pickup truck under my window for 30 hours now. It is white, with a black plastic box liner, and is backed in, the box closest to my room. Some hay was tossed in for effect I assume, never mind the absurdity of someone leaving their truck there for that time. I surmise that the residual energies in the ground will emanate after it has gone. In the past, when I had my vehicle, I have seen the perps walk operatives over top of my vacated parking stall within 5 seconds of departure. Judging by all the traffic lane shifting in this city in the past 3 years, and sometimes only by 18", and the extensive conversion or addition of bicycle lanes, there must be some kind of earth/soil energetics interaction that the perps are working on to quantify. I also suspect that the asphalt and concrete surfaces are giving the perps problems, as there is no end of street and sidewalk digging that goes on everywhere I go. Plus, they seem to be working hard to quantify the effects of PVC (a plastic) energetics, as this is an opportunity to place these pipes in their various colors, underground as part of their study of ground to person energetics.
The coughstalking has been on this morning; one extended 4 minute jag before I got up, and another extensive one while eating chocolate with my breakfast, the first such activity in three days. "My" need for chocolate is totally manipulated, as there have been times when I did not want to see it or smell it. All for the sake of the perps and their color games. And at times, I do wonder if the development of Coca Cola and Pepsi Cola isn't part of the perps brown color games agenda, which would date their obsession over this color to 1885 when the first cola drinks were developed. Another speculative notion, and possibly one that the perps planted, as I never drink carbonated beverages as a rule as I find them too sweet.
1705h
The overhead clunking has just started as I begin this blogging; more amazing coincidences again. This is part of a noise flurry that is currently erupting; outside voices, tromping in the hallway, front door slamming and roomshake and the new sound of my PC, akin to the sound of snoring, at about the same rate, as if a vibration builds up and then dissapates.
I had yoga and then I did my laundry at the laundromat after that. It was a first time in the afternoon for laundry, a big deal for the perps who plan everything to the subsecond level. Sure enough, I got the two improbable males coming in within a minute of vacating the location where I moved laundry from washing machine to dryer. They did the same, in the same bay of machines, only 4' away from mine. Then I got them sitting opposite of me, one in a red anorak. Not a big deal, but it is rare for men to do laundry together, but there is always someone to sweep ahead of me or within a minute of me vacating a location at that laundromat. That is much the same as anywhere else I go in public now.
The perps are into hair color games at yoga; there are five women students, myself as the only male student, and the female instructor. The instructor has bright red hair, very likely dyed to be so bright, and today, she had orange shoulder patches on her white top, which of course, moved about her head in many of the yoga exercises.
Needless to say, yoga activity is an entre for being surveilled for energetics assay, as it is all about moving body energy. I won't go into all the details of the energetics/gangstalking potential, but suffice to say, if so many of the gangstalkers are in "bend over" mode around me, yoga is a perp's dream come true. The perps are directing my attention to a woman classmate who also has red hair, almost as bright as the instructor's. (As I type this, and am envisioning their hair colors, I am getting the overhead clunking noise). I also noted that the two aforementioned red heads were having a discussion when I left, though this seemed relatively benign, but I do wonder if it is akin to the grouping of vehicles of the same color that goes on all the time, red in particular.
And as a special "consideration" the seeming "residents" in this rooming house, arranged for a full day of putting the electrical extension cord running the length of the hallway, and outside of my room. Today it is an all-day exercise, and there no devices running off of the yellow power cord, just like the last week. Another longer term "object stalking", not unlike the white pickup outside my window for about 36 hours, having left just before yoga.
When I got back from the laundromat, the perps played a background noise that was identical to the faint sound of objects clattering in the dryer as it is running. To me, that is hilarious, as there is no dryer in this building, and the noise is characteristic of dryers and nothing else. They let this blatant anomaly run for 10 minutes or so, as a windup to having tea and chocolate.
1915h
A confab of natterers has erupted outside my window in the back end of the parking lot outside. This is not new, except for the timing. Regular readers will likely recall that this happens during daylight hours, and when I go to bed in the evening, sometimes covering my last hour being seated and my first hour or so when prone in bed. There is no attraction for anyone to loiter outside my room, but I suspect that the perps want to get right side human voice to be heard as I type away or read web site content. This rooming house has been relatively quiet tonight, though that was not the case when making dinner, as the serial herd of operatives was on the move, slamming the front door which "causes" the room to shake.
2005h
There are other noises that track me over differing times of the day; an annoying raspy exhaust noise accompanied me to sleep last night, and it repeated having departed, and originated anew without coming back. The "driver" left it idling for five minutes, and then revved it at least twice before starting to leave, twice for the same noise, even if there wasn't any evidence of it coming back to start this annoyance again.
The emanations coming off this LCD display have been annoying to the point of causing me to be unable to finish reading more than a screen full of text. There are also some specific vision distorting emanations/vision impairments going on as well. This new round of vision fuckery began after my PC was returned from the repair shop for the simultaneous hard drive failure. These events maybe related; once I took my Palm Pilot in for repair, and it came back spitting plasma and maser beams, to the "point" (read mind-controlled determination) of not using it any more, something that I am extremely pissed about, as it was the first device by which I could organize my life from one source. Now I use the printed sheet of addresses and phone numbers from the Palm desktop application. So much for freedom.
2055h
The overhead tapping was pissing me off and I put the earmuffs on to block it out. Sure enough, another raspy mufflered vehicle "arrives" within 30 seconds and is heard through the hearing protection. A few minutes later, the assholes put an overhead noise through the earmuffs with a body zap. That is the current end of attempting to deal with all this introduced noise, of any volume. I suspect the color and the plastic composition of the earmuffs are serving some purpose of the perp's games that deal with colors and their plastic pollution problem they like me to know about by judicious placement of news pieces on this topic.
2215h
More web putzing with this incredible amount of bright emanations coming off the LCD display. That I was engrossed with the IMDB on Micheal Caine, the actor, helped. I read his autobiography when my PC was in for repair, and had a newfound respect for him.
I read three biographies when the PC was down, Micheal Caine's being one, and I was somewhat suspicious that there might of been perp helping/intrusion in each of their lives, but nothing definitive where I could point out the coincidences to detect a pattern with my own highly "coincidence plagued" existence. (I never call it a life anymore). For the most part, I won't look for the perp pattern unless it hits me on the head it is so blatant.
And what is it about cigarettes, often unlit, hanging from gangstalker's mouths, often indoors? There was three such gangstalkers on the way back from the laundromat, a walk of 7 minutes. They even finished this series of "cigarette stalking" with a blonde woman in mid-street with a brown coat on and camoflage pants, about to light up. She was straight out of a bad movie script.
And I found a site that has some pictures of the maser trails that I constantly report on:
http://brendanmichaeljames.com/wte.htm
Some dark plasma beams that I often see outside are here:
http://brendanmichaeljames.com/darkbeamnight.htm
And white plasma beams are also photographed here:
http://brendanmichaeljames.com/b&wbeams.htm
These are good examples of the anomalies that I see all the time, and it is interesting that they got photographs of them as I only succeeded once, and then the negatives and pictures were stolen from my suite in 2003.
Enough dulldom tonight, time to blog off.
My first hour of being online has been nothing but vision impairment and skim reading, something that I don't ordinarily do when peruse my favorite news sites and selected news. If a news headline interests me I want to read it, all of it, without being forced to skim and "give up" partway through. But that is not allowed so far, as the perps have jerked my reading style down to being fraught with transitory impairments and not reading a whole article through. It is fucking depraved that I am not allowed to read what I want as imposed by unaccountable sickos.
The perps have parked a white pickup truck under my window for 30 hours now. It is white, with a black plastic box liner, and is backed in, the box closest to my room. Some hay was tossed in for effect I assume, never mind the absurdity of someone leaving their truck there for that time. I surmise that the residual energies in the ground will emanate after it has gone. In the past, when I had my vehicle, I have seen the perps walk operatives over top of my vacated parking stall within 5 seconds of departure. Judging by all the traffic lane shifting in this city in the past 3 years, and sometimes only by 18", and the extensive conversion or addition of bicycle lanes, there must be some kind of earth/soil energetics interaction that the perps are working on to quantify. I also suspect that the asphalt and concrete surfaces are giving the perps problems, as there is no end of street and sidewalk digging that goes on everywhere I go. Plus, they seem to be working hard to quantify the effects of PVC (a plastic) energetics, as this is an opportunity to place these pipes in their various colors, underground as part of their study of ground to person energetics.
The coughstalking has been on this morning; one extended 4 minute jag before I got up, and another extensive one while eating chocolate with my breakfast, the first such activity in three days. "My" need for chocolate is totally manipulated, as there have been times when I did not want to see it or smell it. All for the sake of the perps and their color games. And at times, I do wonder if the development of Coca Cola and Pepsi Cola isn't part of the perps brown color games agenda, which would date their obsession over this color to 1885 when the first cola drinks were developed. Another speculative notion, and possibly one that the perps planted, as I never drink carbonated beverages as a rule as I find them too sweet.
1705h
The overhead clunking has just started as I begin this blogging; more amazing coincidences again. This is part of a noise flurry that is currently erupting; outside voices, tromping in the hallway, front door slamming and roomshake and the new sound of my PC, akin to the sound of snoring, at about the same rate, as if a vibration builds up and then dissapates.
I had yoga and then I did my laundry at the laundromat after that. It was a first time in the afternoon for laundry, a big deal for the perps who plan everything to the subsecond level. Sure enough, I got the two improbable males coming in within a minute of vacating the location where I moved laundry from washing machine to dryer. They did the same, in the same bay of machines, only 4' away from mine. Then I got them sitting opposite of me, one in a red anorak. Not a big deal, but it is rare for men to do laundry together, but there is always someone to sweep ahead of me or within a minute of me vacating a location at that laundromat. That is much the same as anywhere else I go in public now.
The perps are into hair color games at yoga; there are five women students, myself as the only male student, and the female instructor. The instructor has bright red hair, very likely dyed to be so bright, and today, she had orange shoulder patches on her white top, which of course, moved about her head in many of the yoga exercises.
Needless to say, yoga activity is an entre for being surveilled for energetics assay, as it is all about moving body energy. I won't go into all the details of the energetics/gangstalking potential, but suffice to say, if so many of the gangstalkers are in "bend over" mode around me, yoga is a perp's dream come true. The perps are directing my attention to a woman classmate who also has red hair, almost as bright as the instructor's. (As I type this, and am envisioning their hair colors, I am getting the overhead clunking noise). I also noted that the two aforementioned red heads were having a discussion when I left, though this seemed relatively benign, but I do wonder if it is akin to the grouping of vehicles of the same color that goes on all the time, red in particular.
And as a special "consideration" the seeming "residents" in this rooming house, arranged for a full day of putting the electrical extension cord running the length of the hallway, and outside of my room. Today it is an all-day exercise, and there no devices running off of the yellow power cord, just like the last week. Another longer term "object stalking", not unlike the white pickup outside my window for about 36 hours, having left just before yoga.
When I got back from the laundromat, the perps played a background noise that was identical to the faint sound of objects clattering in the dryer as it is running. To me, that is hilarious, as there is no dryer in this building, and the noise is characteristic of dryers and nothing else. They let this blatant anomaly run for 10 minutes or so, as a windup to having tea and chocolate.
1915h
A confab of natterers has erupted outside my window in the back end of the parking lot outside. This is not new, except for the timing. Regular readers will likely recall that this happens during daylight hours, and when I go to bed in the evening, sometimes covering my last hour being seated and my first hour or so when prone in bed. There is no attraction for anyone to loiter outside my room, but I suspect that the perps want to get right side human voice to be heard as I type away or read web site content. This rooming house has been relatively quiet tonight, though that was not the case when making dinner, as the serial herd of operatives was on the move, slamming the front door which "causes" the room to shake.
2005h
There are other noises that track me over differing times of the day; an annoying raspy exhaust noise accompanied me to sleep last night, and it repeated having departed, and originated anew without coming back. The "driver" left it idling for five minutes, and then revved it at least twice before starting to leave, twice for the same noise, even if there wasn't any evidence of it coming back to start this annoyance again.
The emanations coming off this LCD display have been annoying to the point of causing me to be unable to finish reading more than a screen full of text. There are also some specific vision distorting emanations/vision impairments going on as well. This new round of vision fuckery began after my PC was returned from the repair shop for the simultaneous hard drive failure. These events maybe related; once I took my Palm Pilot in for repair, and it came back spitting plasma and maser beams, to the "point" (read mind-controlled determination) of not using it any more, something that I am extremely pissed about, as it was the first device by which I could organize my life from one source. Now I use the printed sheet of addresses and phone numbers from the Palm desktop application. So much for freedom.
2055h
The overhead tapping was pissing me off and I put the earmuffs on to block it out. Sure enough, another raspy mufflered vehicle "arrives" within 30 seconds and is heard through the hearing protection. A few minutes later, the assholes put an overhead noise through the earmuffs with a body zap. That is the current end of attempting to deal with all this introduced noise, of any volume. I suspect the color and the plastic composition of the earmuffs are serving some purpose of the perp's games that deal with colors and their plastic pollution problem they like me to know about by judicious placement of news pieces on this topic.
2215h
More web putzing with this incredible amount of bright emanations coming off the LCD display. That I was engrossed with the IMDB on Micheal Caine, the actor, helped. I read his autobiography when my PC was in for repair, and had a newfound respect for him.
I read three biographies when the PC was down, Micheal Caine's being one, and I was somewhat suspicious that there might of been perp helping/intrusion in each of their lives, but nothing definitive where I could point out the coincidences to detect a pattern with my own highly "coincidence plagued" existence. (I never call it a life anymore). For the most part, I won't look for the perp pattern unless it hits me on the head it is so blatant.
And what is it about cigarettes, often unlit, hanging from gangstalker's mouths, often indoors? There was three such gangstalkers on the way back from the laundromat, a walk of 7 minutes. They even finished this series of "cigarette stalking" with a blonde woman in mid-street with a brown coat on and camoflage pants, about to light up. She was straight out of a bad movie script.
And I found a site that has some pictures of the maser trails that I constantly report on:
http://brendanmichaeljames.com/wte.htm
Some dark plasma beams that I often see outside are here:
http://brendanmichaeljames.com/darkbeamnight.htm
And white plasma beams are also photographed here:
http://brendanmichaeljames.com/b&wbeams.htm
These are good examples of the anomalies that I see all the time, and it is interesting that they got photographs of them as I only succeeded once, and then the negatives and pictures were stolen from my suite in 2003.
Enough dulldom tonight, time to blog off.
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