09-18-2017
As a full time tattoo loather, I got my own set of three freckle-like tattoos today, along with a scan to identify where my to-be-irradiated (in med-speak, treated) prostate is. Irony of ironies, but as they are quite small, I can live with them. It was either that or else get some irretrievable gold pellets shot into said gland. And all the while a red laser beam marked the center of the scanning bed, and me when on it. And of course, the perps love firing lasers at the victim (me) as well. So here we are, a troika of perp intrusions; tattoos (loathed as artwork on others), a laser beam, and a CT (X-ray) scan. This is all to get my alignment for the focused beam treatments, 28 of them I am told, Mon-Fri, whenever they start.
The two technicians, both women, marked and scanned me, and then repeated the exercise, and once happy with their positioning, marked me permanently with ink. Funny how they pulled the frumpy one from the exercise, and kept the better looking one to finish the job. More of the swapping game I suppose, most notable at cashiers, though often male for female, or vice versa.
For that, an hour's drive to Kelowna, and the the usual extra road traffic that accompanies me. Though to be fair, I don't have a read on this region of the world to know how much is background traffic, and how much is extra gangstalking accompaniment. I had time to go to the bookstore, and had my stalkers ahead of me there, and coursing around. Ditto for the skunk-trip to the shoe repair shop; even stalkers standing around on the street for no seeming reason, still there over the 10 minutes when I returned after finding the shoe repair shop closed this Monday. The perps just love to be all over me when I am exiting my vehicle, especially after a highway drive. And too, pulling a skunk at the same time, that is, finding a business or office is closed or not accessible (aka, dashed expectations). And I find it absolutely galling that somehow, someone knew I was in my vehicle and wanted my parking spot on the street, when it is highly doubtful they would of seen me, as it was the pull-in stall type, where other vehicles obstruct the view from the street.
And they were all over me when I set off after my appointment at the hospital; a vehicle train to trap me where I was to make my first turn, culminating in what seemed like the real perp assholes in uniform; an unmarked brown Suburban with uniformed Fuckwits inside (but not regular police), making a L turn in front of me. I am being facetious, as I don't think the perps have a uniform, any more than a CIA criminal has one, but it does beg the question as to who these mofos were.
Yoga; I didn't see this coming, but then again I am not allowed to think too far in advance, nor anticipate the perps games that I could do so accurately until 2006, when they became capable of dithering my knowledge. Here we are, post return trip from Kelowna, post CT scan, so they poured on the yogis. About 15 of them, and plenty of new cute ones too, plus some semi-regular cute ones. One of the latter wears a two piece outfit, but today she had a new two piece outfit that was smaller than the first one. Presumably a more revealing outfit to get my renewed attention for the same girl. I cannot think of any reason why these surges of yogis show up, and then it boils down to a regular crew, 8 or so.
They had plenty of early yogis attending to arrange themselves in my usual spot and at the front, so I ended up in the SE back corner. Three cute ones in front, and at the last minute they put a larger assed woman in between, even if there was other and more roomy areas she could of placed herself. For some reason of late, the perps like me to do comparisons on asses; this time arranging a larger one in front of three cute ones. Go figure.
09-19-2017
Another significant futility exercise just revealed itself. For 1.5 years I have been making my case for an generalized dopamine deficiency, which includes a SPECT scan that determined ADD (=developmental dopamine deficiency), and a recent urine test that determined dopamine deficiency. I have compiled a list of symptoms that apply to those with a dopamine deficiency. I wrote all this up and gave it to the shrink one week in advance. So today's visit was a mighty disappointment from the get-go when he appeared to not have read any of what I wrote. He went over this material while I was there, and didn't even look at the scans for crissakes, just the written determination. Then it was a long detailed listing of all what happened to me in Seattle when the perps went berserk/overt on me, and the downstream bullshit of being fucked with by shrinks who then illegally kept me in hospital and kept me on dopamine blocking agents. I dumped those mind-debilitating medications the day I got out and got better. How is that for Soviet-style treatment in a supposedly free country? Free we ain't, in the US or Canada.
And because this guy is a careful facts collector, I had to go through all the squalid history of this abuse onset, the head pain brutality, being run all over the place, gangstalking up the asshole etc. while he took notes. Naturally, there wasn't enough time for the whole story, and so this shrink summed up the deal about dopamine deficiency/ADD by saying, "I don't see it there". Well the SPECT scan shows it, and ADD doesn't go away, so what was there to "see"? Never mind that I did 90% of the talking and he asked no ADD diagnostic questions. Thanks a lot perps, another go-nowhere shrink, aka, dopamine treatment obstruction.
As to his determination on the harassment, he says, "why you?". How am I supposed to know, save that the perps have an inordinate interest in dopamine. Anyhow, there were plenty of "stop there" during my revelations, which tells me he didn't want to know a whole lot about specific details. So here we go again; a big nothing over dopamine treatment, exactly what I predicted months ago, and I waited six months for this. Sure, another appointment is scheduled in December, but today's opening gambit tells me the whole deal is over. Am I fucking pissed or what?
Dopamine is a hormone of significant and wide influence, and doctors and endocrinologists just don't/won't get it. (Here are some links; dopamine1 (easy read, 4 pp), dopamine2 (longer read, 11pp), dopamine3 (technical read, 33pp). Why have I been beating my head at this wall, or more like, led to this place, for over 20 years, and to no avail? When I first identified I had ADD from clinical books, and lectures from doctors, four shrinks in succession blew me off. Finally, I got the SPECT scan in 2001 which came back exactly with what I told them, and I took the appropriate medications (new doctor) and felt much, much better. That is, until 04-2002 when the perps went berserk/overt and outed themselves with their abusive and psychopathic harassment, which still continues to this day, though not as intense as then. If it hadn't been for the recent prostate cancer and urinary issues (both mediated by dopamine), I never would of gone to any shrink. This entire episode has been another big, very big, nothing. One that has huge medical ramifications for the next 20 years, and has already manifested itself in part by way of prostate cancer. Thanks assholes.
Onto small nothings; I see my "fickle friend" (co-worker from last year, 2016) was texting, and says we can meet sometime in October in Kelowna (one hour drive away), as he travels there for his physiotherapy. I will be there on a daily basis then too. So WTF; we both live in Penticton, and now this lame-assed excuse to meet in another city comes up in a month's time? For the record, I helped him for six weekends to take him shopping as he was crippled from knee surgery, having split his knee cap in May. (And I have done nothing to piss him off). We always have lively conversations, and got along well as co-workers in 2016, and have similar dispositions and intellectual curiosities. Anyhow, more of the same, from the same quarter, disappointing as it is. As an aside, the above mentioned shrink found the term "fickle friend" hilarious. Unexpectedly humorous I am, or perhaps, he was letting on he has a sense of humor. Go figure.
Saw Amy Helm tonight; she and
her very capable band put on a good show. I didn't get the waitress
banging me into me 4x like last time, though I was in a different seat
against the far wall. Cindy Cashdollar
was on steel guitar, and was the consummate supporting musician. I
needed a reprieve from the disastrous shrink visit earlier,
and the show more than served the purpose.
09-20-2017
I had my 1-5 tooth extracted this morning, as it was broken, plus some X-rays on the other side where another (similar) problem seems to be brewing. And were there enough masers floating around the whole time, this time the small black dot variety that likes to arrive and stay on top (or between) of a feature, say corner of the lamp, edge of the pillar for the lamp etc. And plenty of fleeting plasma beams, projecting from the linear features of the room mostly, e.g. window frame, vertical wall edge etc. Nothing new to me when I go to any medical facility and sit down on the chair. And what is with the dentist? She doesn't set up the next appointment/referral and I had to ask the dental assistant all the particulars and get it set up. Having a go-between for information transfer seems to be a big deal for the perps for whatever reason, as is any facet related to acquiring knowledge, retaining knowledge, deploying knowledge etc. A significant component of the objectives of what they seem to be after for whatever reason.
09-21-2017
A 11 hour sleep for whatever reason, with fitful awake time as well. My daughter has now, after 15 months, acknowledged my prostate cancer and is encouraging me to look after myself and says that these treatments have a high rate of success. I hope so too. But the question remains as to why she started this dialog when I told her on the first day of my biopsy result, that I had prostate cancer? And coincidentally, it was her birthday, and we were in communication because I was wishing her well, via phone call. Cynically, I would call this a "two-fer"; in this case a communication event that served two purposes, for birthday greetings and my significant health news. For that, it takes the perps to manage events IMHO, as they seem to manage me down to the last microsecond.
I finally figured out why the perps want to jump on my ass whenever I complete something; one gets a small dopamine surge just then, satiating the mid-brain reward center. Often, the perps will delay completion as things "happen" to go wrong, or in the case of working for employers, they will move me to another task so someone else gets to complete what I was working on. And lest you think it is just me in all this, the root cause of addictions is about creating a dopamine surge. In some cases you don't have enough, or in other cases the dopamine is broken down too fast. There may be other variations too. Soo... what is going on out there that a massive amount of the human race has addictions, and are they too being covertly monitored or surveilled for dopaminergic dysfunction? And why is the clinical community, save a few players who do it right with an assist from brain imaging technologies, got their heads in the sand? (Putting it politely).
09-22-2017
Fall officially begins today, which means the fall equinox. Though, with the 15-20C daily temperatures of late, it seems fall began two weeks ago. With no vineyard work on, the cancer treatments soon, I am being kept in employment limbo. Even the picking at the two vineyards seems to getting done by imported crews from the wineries, rather than the minions who got it into shape all growing season, from pruning to present.
09-23-2017
Saturday, and a dick all day it was, save going to the farmer's market in the morning to get fresh salad vegetable.
09-24-2017
Sunday, and I got out for a hike, along the trail that was used for an obstacle course competition yesterday. So hundreds of trail runners were on this trail yesterday. No big deal, and who knows how all this fits in the perp harassment scheme.
Dropped in at my former employer of 2012-2015 on the way back. I haven't seen any particular major capital improvements at his vineyard and small winery that might have come his way as a possible reward, a rare exception in the trail of largesse that seems to follow me, even before the harassment began 04-2002. All was well, sort of; his 62 y.o younger wife want to move to an assisted living arrangement, far removed from running a 5 acre vineyard and a small winery. She is in reasonable health, is able bodied and all, so I don't get it.
And I see by way of email that the person who is handling my malfunctioning stereo amplifier is claiming that there is nothing wrong with it. He says its the sources or cables or both. I just ran all three sources through my ancient headphone amplifier and all three work fine, keeping the same source-cabling. So it would seem that the perps are up to their usual shit again; fucking the gear, having it sent back, and then no problem is found. Then it gets returned to me, and I continue to have the same problems. Not that this person is any bit keen to really find out; not a phone call or anything. That is what one gets in this new world of online sales, though brick and mortar sales outlets don't guarantee diligent service either.
Or maybe it is a total jerkaround to force me back to headphone listening again, something they did from 2005 to 2016. For all the crap I have been through over stereo amplifiers, I don't get it. They screwed with my 15 y.o YBA amplifier such that it wasn't working properly, and after it was returned from the Chicago repair depot, it still wasn't working. I was livid. Then I had to sent it back again, and four months later, it was finally working again. I was so pissed with this fuckery over an older amp, I got a new one. (After checking out that it gets fixed back at the factory). And lo, it is this new one (now one year old) that isn't working. So just what is it about music sources, stereo amplifiers, speakers, headphones, cables, and cable colors and materials that so interests the perps that they continue a 15 year long sabotage assault on all of this? And when will they be done? I reckon they have another 15 years of combinations and permutations to run through in all of this.
They pulled this shit in 2002 in Seattle when I purchased a combination gauss-electrical meter only the electrical signal detector worked fine, so I sent it back. They pronounced it all working, and sent it back to me. By then, all kinds of things were going wrong, as well as the debilitating head pains, and I figured then, as now, it was a perp stunt. Of course I wanted the gaussmeter function the most as it seemed the nature of the harassment was magnetic. (For example, I could get relief from the pain beaming with headphones on, or in my vehicle). When when I moved the meter's switch to gauss, the reading blanked out. I ended up renting an industrial gaussmeter from California and got readings of 180-200 gauss in my apartment 13 stories up. Why the perps put me through all that I have no idea, but they like to have objects come from different geographic locations and have them returned. I returned the gaussmeter to the rental agency, but I will never, ever, forget the intense head pounding pain that came on while at the courier's counter while they did all the paper work, and I paid them. (A financial transaction note, another major perp Fuckover moment).
Enough for a week, and it seems just too dull to do daily blogs like I did back in the unemployed years they kept me in.
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Sunday, August 13, 2017
Ripping the Sky
08-08-2017
A double event after vineyard work; first the dentist for cleaning for an hour and then dental X-rays, and then an inspection by the dentist. And lo, in the whack-a-mole fuckery that has become my dental care, another tooth is abscessing. One was bothering me for the past month in the run up to the dental appointment (in typical perp timing over the past 15 years). I thought it was the very expensive crown installed in 02-2017, but no, it is an older root canal, two teeth away. Because it is an old root canal with a crown on it, I must go to the specialist, which means double the expense, like an estimated $1200. Thanks a lot assholes.
The fall expenditures they so like to nail me with are starting early. The dental appointment ran late, and then with a 20 minute home stop for food, a near-impromptu gig with Ben Waters, as he was circulating in Canada, between gigs, and the local impresario (nice guy, friendly and treats me normal) set him up here in Penticton. Ben Waters put on a great show, 3 hours less break time, with his 16 y.o. son on excellent saxophone (good on keyboard too), and an strong local drummer and bass player.
But was was with the couple in front of me who really put on a perverse show. I could see fine from the corner of the room, but they decided to act weird, even if they were 50+ y.o. It wasn't enough that they had seats to my R, but then had to stand up, move to my L and stand (both of them), then occasionally dance to some of the rock and roll numbers. Then the classic "split couple" gangstalk stunt, where one of them was on each side and I viewed the stage between them. Then they swapped places for their viewscape limiting sentry duty, and even swapped seats. And then to finish their performance, they left at the end of the show, but before the encore, which lasted 30 minutes. And lo, who, steps in front of me when I was about to exit, why, it is this same gangstalk couple who should of been long gone. It is me who has ADD, and I know restlessness better than most. I haven't seen such obvious performance stalking stupidity for a long time, largely because I avoid open seating situations as this kind of ridiculous shit breaks out every time.
Just what is it that the perps need in order to block my view of things? From concerts, to viewing out windows on the bus, or setting up view obstructions like large vehicles on the roads, the perps' need to obstruct what I see is insane as it is relentless. (They will even obstruct me viewing myself in the mirror by floating in some mucus on my eye ball). If nothing else demonstrates they know what I can see in real time, it is this absurd game of visual field obstruction they constantly manage down to the microsecond.
So apart from the animated couple gangstalking stunt detailed above, on further analysis, it would seem the perps wanted me out and about after dental cleaning work with X-rays at a concert with 170 other attendees, with minimal intervening residence dwell time (20 minutes to eat) before I was out again until 2200h. Presumably I had some kind of different energies about me they wanted to capitalize on. (Not to mention prior extensive touching by the dental personnel). Then I had to get up earlier as I had to start work at 0600h, so to burn the candle at both ends.
08-09-2017
Another smokey vineyard laboring day, and then off to an appointment for my IV vitamin C treatment, my pre-radiotherapy plan before I get it for prostate cancer in early October. And for "accompaniment" one patient managed to have blood dripped on her arm, and another was in a wheelchair (much Unfavored). As "usual", a heavy vehicular gangstalking show to accompany me from Okanagan Falls to Pentiction, post treatment.
Onto the title of this post; an aerial display to start off Peach Fest tonight in this Okanagan town, in what ought to be hot weather, but is merely warm due to the smokey conditions. We had the Snowbirds doing aerial displays, and then a CF-18 fighter jet ramped up the noise by flying lower and faster for 30 minutes. All while I was outside picking out the grass darts from my socks from vineyard work. The perps love a good sky ripping noise, and all the better that it can be delivered at lower altitudes than normal.
The smoke continues to sit in the valley, reducing the sun to a orange-red orb, even at noon. More local dimming it would seem, all to thwart full out hot temperatures. And no tanning can be had with the reduced light intensity either.
08-10-2017
Vineyard work, still with smokey skies. Not even close to tanning light levels still, now two weeks straight of this "weather system", four weeks in all. As I see it, it is more local dimming experiments by the perps, but who knows how all this feeds into their huge nonconsensual human experimentation agenda, which IMHO, includes the entire Earth and its bio-sphere.
What was with the rude-assed troupe of E. Indians (from India) parading in at the self checkout at SOF tonight? Presumably a family, but walking in single file at 8' apart, and just after I finished paying for my groceries, in keeping with the absolutely relentless and senseless gangstalking whenever I make a financial transaction. What was so rude-assed about these five Fuckwits was that they entered the store and then proceeded to walk through where customers exit. All they had to do was go to the R and bypass the whole self checkout section. But no, this grim E. Indian woman leads the pack in her flowing robes (sari?) with the characteristic perp-managed "look-away" countenance, and the rest of them follow, suitably spaced apart to hold me up for longer at the self-check out. Talk about fucking rude, delivered by one of the brown people minorities that need a lesson in civil conduct, assuming they weren't set up for this performance. Maybe they were there for "brown calibration", as I had chocolate in my purchases.
Similarly, it was last week at SOF when at a regular checkout as I was about to pay, they slid by an E. Indian male in a turban and his pyjama-like robe outfit, which caught my eye. (And likely raised my abreaction response). I loathe the sight of turbans (all head wear in fact), and also dislike the draped robes/sari garment look, both much Unfavored. In other words, also at a financial transaction event, they put on the E. Indian gangstalker. Per above, they added four more tonight, to make five of them to parade past at this long-stalked perp Fuckover moment. Normally the E. Indians don't go to SOF, as they seem to like a competitor across the street where they shop in droves. (My crippled local fickle friend took me to this supermarket competitor three months ago when I was helping him out doing his shopping while he was on crutches). Very curious, this file of E. Indian gangstalkers "happening" to arrive at financial transaction moments in a store they rarely frequent.
08-11-2017
Continuing smokey skies while doing vineyard work. Another cancellation of the planting I was to be doing; the boss man had arranged two of us to be planting vines all day today, but the water system wasn't working right. Which is what happened yesterday, but today I was informed this morning. Not a huge deal; I worked on the adjacent vineyard doing bunch thinning. And perfect perp arranging; I got caught without my headphones and player as I thought I was to be planting, and usually have someone around. In such circumstances I don't wear headphones when working with someone nearby. Deliberately tuning out in a cooperative environment is the height of rudeness IMHO. Not that it bothers the perps any of course. Rudeness of others is just another entre to pissing the TI victim off.
08-12-2017
Saturday, and a day off, even if there will be a pressing need to tend to the fruit thinning and the de-leafing, just as 2 acres of planting stock need to be planted.
And an obvious gangstalking at the whole foods place today; one of the cashiers was doing shopping for herself and hounding my ass, as in gangstalking. Then, not too surprisingly, she shows up ahead of me at the line at the checkout. And what does she do when she is done with the cashier, why, she swaps out with the cashier and then becomes my cashier! All this for the last 30 minutes of store opening time. Talk about an extra obvious financial transaction stalking.
Some pointless fuckery today, traveling 30 min. to the organic farm to get 4 lb of basil, all to find out that they hadn't picked it. I will have to phone ahead next time, something I wanted to do today, but the mindfuck games were on and I felt compelled to drive there just to find out all was for naught. Thanks assholes.
Then to the Ford dealership to get the Escape's oil changed, and the timing belt inspected as I have no records of it, the papers supplied by my perp-abetting mother. But as the vehicle had been faithfully maintained at a Ford dealership in Victoria, the service representative offered to phone the dealership instead. (Timing belt replacement interval is 100,000 km, and the vehicle has 113,000km). So... as it turns out he got blown off and not helped over the phone, and didn't inspect it either, so I still don't know. Thanks a lot assholes, a classic perp stunt; be all over an issue and then get doubly thwarted (seemingly) by the minions who earn their living by doing this kind of work but somehow don't deliver. Excuses, but no determination. The perps just love this kind of FUD (Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt); escalated by lost paper work (potentially), prior ineptitude (potentially), have the TI victim get all over the issue and take the vehicle to someone who is to make a positive determination and lo, nothing happens. All to escalate the FUD, and also to vex the victim all the more over the potential consequences (a broken timing belt means a broken engine- been there, had it done to me). And lo, the quote on a timing belt replacement is $750, where the prior Toyota Camry was $200, as I had it done. Well done Ford.
A sudden weather change when I was about to walk back to the Ford dealership, a 10 minute walk. After four weeks of stable sunny weather, much attenuated by smokey skies, why, the wind picks up and clouds roll in, and effectively re-creates the attenuated sunny conditions, just with a different muting agent, clouds instead of smoke. Go figure.
08-13-2017
I got out hiking today, and even an hour of tanning, though not skyclad. The hiking gangstalking was relatively light, not hordes up on McIntyre Bluff today. I got my 4 lb of basil finally, and when home, got hit with a restless phase, and after reading a book for 30 min., I got hit with a 1 hour nap attack. I don't know what it is about reading, but the perps have been hitting me with nap attacks afterward, sometimes 2 hours when there is no sleep deficit.
Anyhow, time to launch this for the week and ponder what next the perps will dream up. As of this posting, 1800 published posting in total dealing with this in situ invasive atrocity.
A double event after vineyard work; first the dentist for cleaning for an hour and then dental X-rays, and then an inspection by the dentist. And lo, in the whack-a-mole fuckery that has become my dental care, another tooth is abscessing. One was bothering me for the past month in the run up to the dental appointment (in typical perp timing over the past 15 years). I thought it was the very expensive crown installed in 02-2017, but no, it is an older root canal, two teeth away. Because it is an old root canal with a crown on it, I must go to the specialist, which means double the expense, like an estimated $1200. Thanks a lot assholes.
The fall expenditures they so like to nail me with are starting early. The dental appointment ran late, and then with a 20 minute home stop for food, a near-impromptu gig with Ben Waters, as he was circulating in Canada, between gigs, and the local impresario (nice guy, friendly and treats me normal) set him up here in Penticton. Ben Waters put on a great show, 3 hours less break time, with his 16 y.o. son on excellent saxophone (good on keyboard too), and an strong local drummer and bass player.
But was was with the couple in front of me who really put on a perverse show. I could see fine from the corner of the room, but they decided to act weird, even if they were 50+ y.o. It wasn't enough that they had seats to my R, but then had to stand up, move to my L and stand (both of them), then occasionally dance to some of the rock and roll numbers. Then the classic "split couple" gangstalk stunt, where one of them was on each side and I viewed the stage between them. Then they swapped places for their viewscape limiting sentry duty, and even swapped seats. And then to finish their performance, they left at the end of the show, but before the encore, which lasted 30 minutes. And lo, who, steps in front of me when I was about to exit, why, it is this same gangstalk couple who should of been long gone. It is me who has ADD, and I know restlessness better than most. I haven't seen such obvious performance stalking stupidity for a long time, largely because I avoid open seating situations as this kind of ridiculous shit breaks out every time.
Just what is it that the perps need in order to block my view of things? From concerts, to viewing out windows on the bus, or setting up view obstructions like large vehicles on the roads, the perps' need to obstruct what I see is insane as it is relentless. (They will even obstruct me viewing myself in the mirror by floating in some mucus on my eye ball). If nothing else demonstrates they know what I can see in real time, it is this absurd game of visual field obstruction they constantly manage down to the microsecond.
So apart from the animated couple gangstalking stunt detailed above, on further analysis, it would seem the perps wanted me out and about after dental cleaning work with X-rays at a concert with 170 other attendees, with minimal intervening residence dwell time (20 minutes to eat) before I was out again until 2200h. Presumably I had some kind of different energies about me they wanted to capitalize on. (Not to mention prior extensive touching by the dental personnel). Then I had to get up earlier as I had to start work at 0600h, so to burn the candle at both ends.
08-09-2017
Another smokey vineyard laboring day, and then off to an appointment for my IV vitamin C treatment, my pre-radiotherapy plan before I get it for prostate cancer in early October. And for "accompaniment" one patient managed to have blood dripped on her arm, and another was in a wheelchair (much Unfavored). As "usual", a heavy vehicular gangstalking show to accompany me from Okanagan Falls to Pentiction, post treatment.
Onto the title of this post; an aerial display to start off Peach Fest tonight in this Okanagan town, in what ought to be hot weather, but is merely warm due to the smokey conditions. We had the Snowbirds doing aerial displays, and then a CF-18 fighter jet ramped up the noise by flying lower and faster for 30 minutes. All while I was outside picking out the grass darts from my socks from vineyard work. The perps love a good sky ripping noise, and all the better that it can be delivered at lower altitudes than normal.
The smoke continues to sit in the valley, reducing the sun to a orange-red orb, even at noon. More local dimming it would seem, all to thwart full out hot temperatures. And no tanning can be had with the reduced light intensity either.
08-10-2017
Vineyard work, still with smokey skies. Not even close to tanning light levels still, now two weeks straight of this "weather system", four weeks in all. As I see it, it is more local dimming experiments by the perps, but who knows how all this feeds into their huge nonconsensual human experimentation agenda, which IMHO, includes the entire Earth and its bio-sphere.
What was with the rude-assed troupe of E. Indians (from India) parading in at the self checkout at SOF tonight? Presumably a family, but walking in single file at 8' apart, and just after I finished paying for my groceries, in keeping with the absolutely relentless and senseless gangstalking whenever I make a financial transaction. What was so rude-assed about these five Fuckwits was that they entered the store and then proceeded to walk through where customers exit. All they had to do was go to the R and bypass the whole self checkout section. But no, this grim E. Indian woman leads the pack in her flowing robes (sari?) with the characteristic perp-managed "look-away" countenance, and the rest of them follow, suitably spaced apart to hold me up for longer at the self-check out. Talk about fucking rude, delivered by one of the brown people minorities that need a lesson in civil conduct, assuming they weren't set up for this performance. Maybe they were there for "brown calibration", as I had chocolate in my purchases.
Similarly, it was last week at SOF when at a regular checkout as I was about to pay, they slid by an E. Indian male in a turban and his pyjama-like robe outfit, which caught my eye. (And likely raised my abreaction response). I loathe the sight of turbans (all head wear in fact), and also dislike the draped robes/sari garment look, both much Unfavored. In other words, also at a financial transaction event, they put on the E. Indian gangstalker. Per above, they added four more tonight, to make five of them to parade past at this long-stalked perp Fuckover moment. Normally the E. Indians don't go to SOF, as they seem to like a competitor across the street where they shop in droves. (My crippled local fickle friend took me to this supermarket competitor three months ago when I was helping him out doing his shopping while he was on crutches). Very curious, this file of E. Indian gangstalkers "happening" to arrive at financial transaction moments in a store they rarely frequent.
08-11-2017
Continuing smokey skies while doing vineyard work. Another cancellation of the planting I was to be doing; the boss man had arranged two of us to be planting vines all day today, but the water system wasn't working right. Which is what happened yesterday, but today I was informed this morning. Not a huge deal; I worked on the adjacent vineyard doing bunch thinning. And perfect perp arranging; I got caught without my headphones and player as I thought I was to be planting, and usually have someone around. In such circumstances I don't wear headphones when working with someone nearby. Deliberately tuning out in a cooperative environment is the height of rudeness IMHO. Not that it bothers the perps any of course. Rudeness of others is just another entre to pissing the TI victim off.
08-12-2017
Saturday, and a day off, even if there will be a pressing need to tend to the fruit thinning and the de-leafing, just as 2 acres of planting stock need to be planted.
And an obvious gangstalking at the whole foods place today; one of the cashiers was doing shopping for herself and hounding my ass, as in gangstalking. Then, not too surprisingly, she shows up ahead of me at the line at the checkout. And what does she do when she is done with the cashier, why, she swaps out with the cashier and then becomes my cashier! All this for the last 30 minutes of store opening time. Talk about an extra obvious financial transaction stalking.
Some pointless fuckery today, traveling 30 min. to the organic farm to get 4 lb of basil, all to find out that they hadn't picked it. I will have to phone ahead next time, something I wanted to do today, but the mindfuck games were on and I felt compelled to drive there just to find out all was for naught. Thanks assholes.
Then to the Ford dealership to get the Escape's oil changed, and the timing belt inspected as I have no records of it, the papers supplied by my perp-abetting mother. But as the vehicle had been faithfully maintained at a Ford dealership in Victoria, the service representative offered to phone the dealership instead. (Timing belt replacement interval is 100,000 km, and the vehicle has 113,000km). So... as it turns out he got blown off and not helped over the phone, and didn't inspect it either, so I still don't know. Thanks a lot assholes, a classic perp stunt; be all over an issue and then get doubly thwarted (seemingly) by the minions who earn their living by doing this kind of work but somehow don't deliver. Excuses, but no determination. The perps just love this kind of FUD (Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt); escalated by lost paper work (potentially), prior ineptitude (potentially), have the TI victim get all over the issue and take the vehicle to someone who is to make a positive determination and lo, nothing happens. All to escalate the FUD, and also to vex the victim all the more over the potential consequences (a broken timing belt means a broken engine- been there, had it done to me). And lo, the quote on a timing belt replacement is $750, where the prior Toyota Camry was $200, as I had it done. Well done Ford.
A sudden weather change when I was about to walk back to the Ford dealership, a 10 minute walk. After four weeks of stable sunny weather, much attenuated by smokey skies, why, the wind picks up and clouds roll in, and effectively re-creates the attenuated sunny conditions, just with a different muting agent, clouds instead of smoke. Go figure.
08-13-2017
I got out hiking today, and even an hour of tanning, though not skyclad. The hiking gangstalking was relatively light, not hordes up on McIntyre Bluff today. I got my 4 lb of basil finally, and when home, got hit with a restless phase, and after reading a book for 30 min., I got hit with a 1 hour nap attack. I don't know what it is about reading, but the perps have been hitting me with nap attacks afterward, sometimes 2 hours when there is no sleep deficit.
Anyhow, time to launch this for the week and ponder what next the perps will dream up. As of this posting, 1800 published posting in total dealing with this in situ invasive atrocity.
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Change the Plans (Again)
01-14-2014
The landlady came by, and her request for me to check for parcels at her house turned out to be check for all mail, no big deal. Then a discussion about the heater, and I said that the thermostat remaining on the wall from the former wood stove "moved by itself" (reads independently and without any supplied power or attached devices is what I meant) and she goes to great lengths to exclaim that it physically moves by itself, which it doesn't. All to exploit/reveal the language that I use related to other objects being teleported into my proximity, dust, hairs, crumbs, litter etc.
What is it about the perps that they need to change their plans so often? My landlady said she was going on holiday with her husband Saturday for three weeks, and by Monday, she said their trip was postponed. I was to stay at my employer's house for five days while they took a hotel in Kelowna, and lo, if that was only one day away and they are back today.
The one day stay-over was coincident with yoga that evening, followed by relocating a shelving unit in the bedroom and drilling some holes in it for a hangers and attaching it to the wall. The shelving unit had to be relocated at there was mold on the wall behind it, the second mold outbreak, even if there was no dampness. It would seem that someone wanted me out of the house for the rest of the evening after the furniture moving and modifications. Which fits the general plan of the perp research; screw the victim, and sometime later, screw the victim again but vacating the premises. As in more of that distance dependent trialling they put me through.
Then I was hit with an one hour nap attack tonight when I was fucked into an hour's extra sleep last night. It is January, historically the month of great sleep disruptions, giving me much more than needed. Though too, having me start work later seems to be part of the game as well.
01-15-2014
Vine pruning mostly today; sunny and warm and even some redness on my face, likely perp fuckery though. Who can get a face tan in the N hemisphere in midwinter(49 degrees latitude)?
A pissing match with the perps over ordering a specific appointment/diary for 2014 erupted. Long time readers will know that the perps just love to screw me around over the acquisition of appointment/diaries, and after three years of relative calm in getting the same acceptable 3.5"x 6" wire bound type, why, they decided to jerk me around. It wasn't available at Staples, nor the small independent office supplies store, nor LD. I attempt to order online via Amazon.com, and after going through the details of ordering, why, The Great Disintermediator springs a message on me to say that this particular diary cannot be shipped to Canada. So far, all my online looking for this particular 2014 appointment diary has been nullified.
Key hassles of late; vehicle key went missing from my wallet, a safety deposit box key went missing and I will mail the one remaining key to the bank and take a $50 hit because I cannot find the supposed second key I got. Funny how these coincidences are confluenced.
01-17-2014
Pruning vines mostly; cold and with low cloud (less than 1,000') but the helicopter made it out, doing at least two passes, maybe three. A big throbby Bell helicopter as best as I could make out, not the whispering EC 135's which frequent the airspace in these here parts.
Audio listening is getting fucked again; a new CD won't play through my Grado headphones; too much fidelity at once so it would seem. Translated, we cannot fuck you fast enough with the Grados on, so we will delay the onset of listening to music through them.
I tried a new CD disc, its files and two players (incl. Windows Media Player), and still no sound from any of them. Usually, in these games, one of these combinations will somehow play. And no amount of yelling at the assholes will change it either, often a last resort "work around". I have had nothing but fucking hassle, playing CD's (from the label's disc), CD players going on the fritz, ditto on decent headphones, and now this abuse with three media players somehow not playing.
Later, I got the music to play after removing the headphone jack and re-inserting it. The perps have it in for me to purchase live performance recordings of late; all that clapping and applause seems to be a big deal for them. I see that "One Fair Summer Evening" arrived yesterday and I got totally wiped (recall deletion) I had even ordered it. All to find that is was a live album and I have most of the songs in studio recordings anyhow. That is how it goes; remotely befuddled at the time of ordering the item, total recall deletion that it was to come (no shipping email either), and all to find out it wasn't that useful of a purchase in the first place. The perps must think I have money to burn, when in fact they know a whole lot better than that.
Though, the perps do love to arrange "futility exercises"; recall some 6 months ago when I ordered two different tweezers, both with serrated mating faces. The reason being that the smooth faced tweezers were slipping when pulling hairs, another perp planted (read, imposed) obsession. It was a Monday when the parcel came, and I duly opened it and tried both sets of tweezers. And lo, if my hairs didn't "somehow" slip through the serrated faces, performing worse than the smooth faced tweezers they were meant to replace. I put the new tweezers aside in a place where I don't expect to use them ever again. Then off to yoga to do all those back and spine stretches the perps just love, and also have their gangstalkers do in public as well. In other words, a futility jerk-around was followed by spinal stretches and the rest of the yoga exercises they so love.
01-18-2014
Major silly gangstalking at LD today, the perps setting this up by screwing me out of getting everything I wanted there last evening. The assholes blew the light bulb in the stove hood when making dinner, when it was only six months old, and used sparingly. And was I allowed to pick up a light bulb along with chocolate, skin creme etc.? Fuck no, I had to make a separate trip this morning to get the light bulb. For some reason they laid on heavy gangstalking, starting with a 180 degree reversal of an oncoming gangstalker I recognized from somewhere else, who then lead me toward the aisles, and at least another three did the R side loiter, and then to get skin creme, why, two Fuckwits were posted exactly where I wanted to go. Screw that, and off to the chocolate section, but no, another two Fuckwits posted there (one last night tailed me from the chocolate section to the till), and off to the light bulb section where only one Fuckwit was posted. Now that regular incandescent light bulbs are not sold in Canada as of Jan. 01, 2014, I was fucked around as to what to get, as I loathe the compact fluorescent bulbs with a passion. A quick grab as to what looked to do the job, and then lo, when I was about to exit the aisle, a two dude cluster fuck, both taking turns to get in my way. Then obstructions at the three open cashiers, with more Fuckwits arriving to get just ahead of me. Then when queued, the procession of freaks-as-faux-customers came by, as this particular cashier is arranged next to the entrance. I still haven't figured out why they look sideways while walking forward, but this has been totally consistent since all this abuse began in 04-2002.
The "warm up" event to the above LD obscene ganstalking coverage was going to an electronics store about two blocks away. I come in, and the male staff at the counter just stand there looking at me, even while I was standing where pondering where they might have remote keyless entry devices. (The perps fucked the set I have in the vehicle, and then have disappeared the remaining spare key). After some 30 seconds of this ridiculous Mexican stand-off, one of the staff males deigns to ask me what I am looking for. I tell him, and he says that xxx will come out to help me. Well he did, and all his tattoos up and down each arm. Like WTF; I loathe the sight of tattoos, and he had two armfuls. I do the honors of being interested in his product, which included him retrieving a little brown box with the keyless entry module in it. There are at least a half dozen tattoo places in this town, and more of their handiwork is evidenced that I care to look at, but the perps always make sure I get a faceful of tattoos.
I had just finished reading Mary's Mosaic, and was perusing the notes section and got hit for a three hour nap attack, 1630-1930h. It seemed the last hour of the nap was spent attempting to get up but I couldn't and lapsed into more sleep than I expected.
01-19-2014
Getting the last three months of the bookkeeping accounts done in Quicken. I expected a whole lot more harrassment than I got, e.g. dithering my recall and sending me back to the page I viewed two seconds earlier. I did some reports for the year, and it seems that the perps stole $600 cash off me over the year. I can account for nearly everything in my checking account, but somehow, despite keeping all reciepts and being diligent about my cash expenditures, all this money goes missing somehow. But as the perps just love to have me pay cash at various times with these colored Canadian bills (nearly all are polymer based now), I am not too surprised that they wouldn't steal some for their own nefarious research ends. Back in the wild and excessive abuse days of 2002, they stole my WA state driver's licence from my wallet overnight.
A visit to the tanning salon this morning, and yet again (exactly like last week), no one waiting when I got there, but when I exited, why, a motley entourage of at least six unlikely tanning types were arranged for me to pass them by on my exit. Then onto the laundromat, and what a mistake that was; a freakshow crowd of at least six loitering there, though the curly haired male in red pants had to show off his same red shirt as it was hanging on the basket trolley's central post. He was also duty bound to tail me outside into the parking lot. Red coats and shirts on males are ridiculous enough, but red pants?
Anyhow, another week is past and I would be remiss if I didn't post this now.
The landlady came by, and her request for me to check for parcels at her house turned out to be check for all mail, no big deal. Then a discussion about the heater, and I said that the thermostat remaining on the wall from the former wood stove "moved by itself" (reads independently and without any supplied power or attached devices is what I meant) and she goes to great lengths to exclaim that it physically moves by itself, which it doesn't. All to exploit/reveal the language that I use related to other objects being teleported into my proximity, dust, hairs, crumbs, litter etc.
What is it about the perps that they need to change their plans so often? My landlady said she was going on holiday with her husband Saturday for three weeks, and by Monday, she said their trip was postponed. I was to stay at my employer's house for five days while they took a hotel in Kelowna, and lo, if that was only one day away and they are back today.
The one day stay-over was coincident with yoga that evening, followed by relocating a shelving unit in the bedroom and drilling some holes in it for a hangers and attaching it to the wall. The shelving unit had to be relocated at there was mold on the wall behind it, the second mold outbreak, even if there was no dampness. It would seem that someone wanted me out of the house for the rest of the evening after the furniture moving and modifications. Which fits the general plan of the perp research; screw the victim, and sometime later, screw the victim again but vacating the premises. As in more of that distance dependent trialling they put me through.
Then I was hit with an one hour nap attack tonight when I was fucked into an hour's extra sleep last night. It is January, historically the month of great sleep disruptions, giving me much more than needed. Though too, having me start work later seems to be part of the game as well.
01-15-2014
Vine pruning mostly today; sunny and warm and even some redness on my face, likely perp fuckery though. Who can get a face tan in the N hemisphere in midwinter(49 degrees latitude)?
A pissing match with the perps over ordering a specific appointment/diary for 2014 erupted. Long time readers will know that the perps just love to screw me around over the acquisition of appointment/diaries, and after three years of relative calm in getting the same acceptable 3.5"x 6" wire bound type, why, they decided to jerk me around. It wasn't available at Staples, nor the small independent office supplies store, nor LD. I attempt to order online via Amazon.com, and after going through the details of ordering, why, The Great Disintermediator springs a message on me to say that this particular diary cannot be shipped to Canada. So far, all my online looking for this particular 2014 appointment diary has been nullified.
Key hassles of late; vehicle key went missing from my wallet, a safety deposit box key went missing and I will mail the one remaining key to the bank and take a $50 hit because I cannot find the supposed second key I got. Funny how these coincidences are confluenced.
01-17-2014
Pruning vines mostly; cold and with low cloud (less than 1,000') but the helicopter made it out, doing at least two passes, maybe three. A big throbby Bell helicopter as best as I could make out, not the whispering EC 135's which frequent the airspace in these here parts.
Audio listening is getting fucked again; a new CD won't play through my Grado headphones; too much fidelity at once so it would seem. Translated, we cannot fuck you fast enough with the Grados on, so we will delay the onset of listening to music through them.
I tried a new CD disc, its files and two players (incl. Windows Media Player), and still no sound from any of them. Usually, in these games, one of these combinations will somehow play. And no amount of yelling at the assholes will change it either, often a last resort "work around". I have had nothing but fucking hassle, playing CD's (from the label's disc), CD players going on the fritz, ditto on decent headphones, and now this abuse with three media players somehow not playing.
Later, I got the music to play after removing the headphone jack and re-inserting it. The perps have it in for me to purchase live performance recordings of late; all that clapping and applause seems to be a big deal for them. I see that "One Fair Summer Evening" arrived yesterday and I got totally wiped (recall deletion) I had even ordered it. All to find that is was a live album and I have most of the songs in studio recordings anyhow. That is how it goes; remotely befuddled at the time of ordering the item, total recall deletion that it was to come (no shipping email either), and all to find out it wasn't that useful of a purchase in the first place. The perps must think I have money to burn, when in fact they know a whole lot better than that.
Though, the perps do love to arrange "futility exercises"; recall some 6 months ago when I ordered two different tweezers, both with serrated mating faces. The reason being that the smooth faced tweezers were slipping when pulling hairs, another perp planted (read, imposed) obsession. It was a Monday when the parcel came, and I duly opened it and tried both sets of tweezers. And lo, if my hairs didn't "somehow" slip through the serrated faces, performing worse than the smooth faced tweezers they were meant to replace. I put the new tweezers aside in a place where I don't expect to use them ever again. Then off to yoga to do all those back and spine stretches the perps just love, and also have their gangstalkers do in public as well. In other words, a futility jerk-around was followed by spinal stretches and the rest of the yoga exercises they so love.
01-18-2014
Major silly gangstalking at LD today, the perps setting this up by screwing me out of getting everything I wanted there last evening. The assholes blew the light bulb in the stove hood when making dinner, when it was only six months old, and used sparingly. And was I allowed to pick up a light bulb along with chocolate, skin creme etc.? Fuck no, I had to make a separate trip this morning to get the light bulb. For some reason they laid on heavy gangstalking, starting with a 180 degree reversal of an oncoming gangstalker I recognized from somewhere else, who then lead me toward the aisles, and at least another three did the R side loiter, and then to get skin creme, why, two Fuckwits were posted exactly where I wanted to go. Screw that, and off to the chocolate section, but no, another two Fuckwits posted there (one last night tailed me from the chocolate section to the till), and off to the light bulb section where only one Fuckwit was posted. Now that regular incandescent light bulbs are not sold in Canada as of Jan. 01, 2014, I was fucked around as to what to get, as I loathe the compact fluorescent bulbs with a passion. A quick grab as to what looked to do the job, and then lo, when I was about to exit the aisle, a two dude cluster fuck, both taking turns to get in my way. Then obstructions at the three open cashiers, with more Fuckwits arriving to get just ahead of me. Then when queued, the procession of freaks-as-faux-customers came by, as this particular cashier is arranged next to the entrance. I still haven't figured out why they look sideways while walking forward, but this has been totally consistent since all this abuse began in 04-2002.
The "warm up" event to the above LD obscene ganstalking coverage was going to an electronics store about two blocks away. I come in, and the male staff at the counter just stand there looking at me, even while I was standing where pondering where they might have remote keyless entry devices. (The perps fucked the set I have in the vehicle, and then have disappeared the remaining spare key). After some 30 seconds of this ridiculous Mexican stand-off, one of the staff males deigns to ask me what I am looking for. I tell him, and he says that xxx will come out to help me. Well he did, and all his tattoos up and down each arm. Like WTF; I loathe the sight of tattoos, and he had two armfuls. I do the honors of being interested in his product, which included him retrieving a little brown box with the keyless entry module in it. There are at least a half dozen tattoo places in this town, and more of their handiwork is evidenced that I care to look at, but the perps always make sure I get a faceful of tattoos.
I had just finished reading Mary's Mosaic, and was perusing the notes section and got hit for a three hour nap attack, 1630-1930h. It seemed the last hour of the nap was spent attempting to get up but I couldn't and lapsed into more sleep than I expected.
01-19-2014
Getting the last three months of the bookkeeping accounts done in Quicken. I expected a whole lot more harrassment than I got, e.g. dithering my recall and sending me back to the page I viewed two seconds earlier. I did some reports for the year, and it seems that the perps stole $600 cash off me over the year. I can account for nearly everything in my checking account, but somehow, despite keeping all reciepts and being diligent about my cash expenditures, all this money goes missing somehow. But as the perps just love to have me pay cash at various times with these colored Canadian bills (nearly all are polymer based now), I am not too surprised that they wouldn't steal some for their own nefarious research ends. Back in the wild and excessive abuse days of 2002, they stole my WA state driver's licence from my wallet overnight.
A visit to the tanning salon this morning, and yet again (exactly like last week), no one waiting when I got there, but when I exited, why, a motley entourage of at least six unlikely tanning types were arranged for me to pass them by on my exit. Then onto the laundromat, and what a mistake that was; a freakshow crowd of at least six loitering there, though the curly haired male in red pants had to show off his same red shirt as it was hanging on the basket trolley's central post. He was also duty bound to tail me outside into the parking lot. Red coats and shirts on males are ridiculous enough, but red pants?
Anyhow, another week is past and I would be remiss if I didn't post this now.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Browser Hacking
02-03-2013
Temple pressure, both sides, always relievable for a few minutes if I rub my head. Then a malware attack that got through my antivirus software. The browser got redirected to another along with a tab bar l cannot get deleted. Then a round with "ransom-ware", a malware detection download that finds the malware but then wants $50 to get rid of it. Manual deletion worked.
The recovery (re-ripping)of 38 CD's of music, metadata augmentation, attendant file moving and a new backup has cost me the whole weekend.
02-04-2013
Wine making work; the plans for a blended rose got dashed, the owner didn't like the combinations that represented his wines on hand. Rose wines are tricky in that the ratio of white wines to red limits one's options as to blending. To be fair, the owner is moving ahead with getting apple juice ordered, and another fermentation vessel, along with a pump and filter.
The darling pixie yoga instructor was back after having a two week holiday somewhere warm with her family. And tight shorts and a cleavage revealing top didn't hurt, even if the latter was in red. Another red shirted male hanger-around posted near my room at this motel after I walked back from the class.
The big blonde yoga instructor "happened" to be hanging around at the entrance door to yoga, in her long coat and with her son. Doing a family gangstalk I suppose, in streetwear too. And for the last three weeks the perps have pumped me every day as to her real identity, and of course I don't know, nor care. But having family does make it highly unlikely she is who the perps make her out to be, initials ML will suffice for now.
A mighty browning-around event this morning; a B-train, a tractor trailer with a pup trailer behind it had one of those trailers that have fabric sides, and lo, if they weren't all brown, the first trailer and the towed pup behind it in identical dark brown. It has to be the largest brown vehicle they have put together in ten+ years of this abuse and all the browning around they have done to date.
And speaking of which, the co-owner of the vineyard is getting a colonoscopy in a few days. I don't know much about this particular clinical procedure, save that they flush all one's shit out and ensure no remnants in the lower intestine. But as it "so happened", in the months immediately before the perps went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002, both my brother and my hang-around pal Ms. L had colonoscopies within two weeks of each other. Which is a long way of saying that the perp's relentless and abiding interest in excrement just might be served by this particular medical procedure. No doubt I will get it done to me sometime, though the perps have kept this from me all these years. Meanwhile, last year. my brother gets his second one done, as the prerequisite interval had come up.
And while on this grim topic, one of my roomates at the hospital where I was illegally incarcerated in 2003 "happened" to be a patient who had his lower intestine and/or bowel removed and had a bag attached. Why he was kept with me was a mystery at the time, but no more, given the long brown streak (metaphorically) the perps have laid behind me all these years.
And speaking of associated events, the vineyard co-owner told me how to work her new washing and dryer, as it has all these lights and dials on them, far removed from what I would know. And why is she telling me this? Are more shit events planned this summer? I pray not.
An online parts order got totally sabotaged; I made a long and deliberate effort to get them all correct, and then the very parts I needed the most got converted into other parts I didn't need. This is just fucking insane. I would like to say I was screaminglly infuriated over this $100 jerkaround, but it was more like an hoarse whispering of total infuriation as to my order sabotage, so no one would hear through the walls.
02-05-2013
Winemaking work, then taking the owner to the hospital for a colonoscopy as her husband hadn't returned from his outing to obtain and juice apples over two widely dispersed cities. So yes, we are on the brown topic again, though I really didn't want to go there. And with someone new in my passenger seat, in a long brown down coat and travelling to the clinic to get her brown irrigated, it indeed was a mighty perp gangstalking. So much so, they sent someone down the road in the wrong (opposing) lane for 100' in a same colored vehicle as mine and eventually they got onto the correct side of the road, as in RH drive. And the front door of the hospital was good enough for two ambulances and a police vehicle to converge there.
I get back to the vineyard and two vehicles are parked in the driveway in front of the gate. This is a rural area, and one vehicle backs out to give me room to get by. When I get out to attend to the open gate, I approach the camper van and ask if he wants to come in, rather than me closing the gate on him and seen to be rude. "No" he says, "we are just talking". LIKE WTF; two drivers of two vehicles somehow agree to convene at a small vineyard gate after the mightiest brown event of the year so far, and maybe for a few. The other vehicle was a dumbshit-car, a so-called Smart Car that I had seen on the road when driving my boss into town. I went into the house, changed into my gear for pruning, and walked about 2/3 of the way back to the vehicles that were still there. They stayed in place for another 40 minutes or so, and when they got the call, they both departed downhill toward town. Like WTF; why would anyone drive to this obscure place and plant two vehicles blocking the driveway for all this time?
02-06-2013
Various winemaking duties today, the big one was adding 900g of bentonite into water and stirring so no lumps formed. And too, the solution went from turbid to opaque, finishing at a tan brown color. Exciting brown moments again.
And what it the deal with the extra mud-flicked/sprayed vehicles on gangstalking duty now? Another was tailing me with a tow truck for 80% of my way back after tanning tonight, shining yet more light on me as it had very bright HID headlights and was higher up so to spread the headlight beams through the cab of my vehicle rather than them pointed at my trunk. And too, the traffic lights were arranged some 6 in succession for this vehicle to yet again, arrive behind me while I was waiting at the red traffic control light.
02-07-2013
The brown B-train semi-trailer and pup again, though at least 20 min. earlier this morning than two days ago. I did a fair amount of outside work, cleaning snow in two areas in preparation for the arrival of the apple juice. The 5,000 liters of apple juice was to arrive late today, but for some reason was delayed.
When I get back to my motel suite, I see the city has arranged an excavator nearby, sitting on top of a 4' high mound in a small park. And I see one of the perp's favorite trademarks on the sidewalk, painted lines as if a digging job is planned soon. In the past ten years of this abuse they have dug many places around where I lived, or on the way in my travels, but there were plenty of sidewalk painted lines they did not dig up and arranged to fade out over the course of two years or so.
And I find that some of the electrical circuits not working in my suite; the fridge and stove, each on different voltages. I ended up making a chicken salad instead of quesadilla, the stove was found to be not working after putting a pan and coconut oil in it. The same oil was poured into my salad - an exceptional dinner whereby the frypan/metal energy and transferred into a blue plastic bowl to mix salad. My kettle is a stove top model, but I found a plug-in kettle, with the only findable outlet right at my feet as I type this.
02-08-2013
A new shaving razor insert today, usually replaced on Fridays, and with follow-on extra hassle and unwanted attention. Friday is the day my room gets made up; new bedding, towels and some cleaning, which might fuel extra perp antics and stupidity.
A hectic start to wine making this morning, as two 500 liter tanks need to be freed up within a week. Added into this was a futile mission that in hindsight didn't make any sense. But as I get one of this every week or so, futile exercises aren't new.
While doing a wine bench test and pouring wine into a funnel over a graduated cylinder the perps blanked me out twice in succession, causing similar spills onto the bench, floor and me. Then they pulled a third mess/spill while involved in bench testing different concentrations of bitartrate seeding. Never in my life have I watched myself make a mess, being totally disconnected from what I was doing.
Full electrical power back in my suite today; I thought I was done for a weekend long jerk-around. Extra neighbor noise tonight, mostly voice and hacking.
02-09-2013
A Saturday and a mellow one at that, getting laundry done this morning. The perps have an obsession over laundry, but strangely they have left me alone apart from the lounging dudes smoking and hacking outside their suites. It is a $500 charge if guest/tenants smoke in the suites. That should change behavior, but in perp-land everything gets distorted; not only conventional physical events but also human behavior.
The perps started pounding and vibration from an adjacent suite under the guise of renovations when they have all the weekdays of the week to do this. I departed for awhile for a significant vehicular gangstalking coverage as it "happened". It seemed the perps wanted me out of here after purchasing a very dark heather-brown sweater at nearby sports store. And that is significant event as all my brown toned clothes were either separating at the seams in the washing machine or getting green stains on them while hanging in the closet. They purged me of all brown colored clothes in 2003. This would be the very first brown colored clothing I have owned, (and presumably wear) since then.
Much increased human voice noise this evening while reading The Source Field Investigations by David Wilcock. I would reservedly recommend this book for TI's to get a better appreciation of what the perp methods are, though I find the author is over-eager to connect some findings to make his case. In the main, it is readable and likely represents the physics that the perps apply to their victims; e.g. teleportations, modification of physical objects and surfaces and control of all materiality. The author connects many of the "dots" of solid-but-get-no-respect science; Kozyrev, Larson, Expanding Earth theory, Grebnikov and many others that were new to me.
02-10-2013
Sunday, and a mellow start at first. Then I went to get the car cleaned at 1130h, and lo, if there wasn't a huge back up of waiting vehicles, so screw that. This is the second day in succession where huge back up at this same car wash was arranged (IMHO). Onto the LD store where the Sunday freaks were out in force, not to mention the shiftless males loitering near the few locations I needed to go. And an aisle blocking cluster fuck of five women talking in a group in the center of a main aisle. A strange combination of young light skinned Middle East persons and a Caucasian granny among two others I don't recall. The Middle Eastern women came by again on a gangstalking reprise at the back of the store a minute or so later. Just as I was approaching an aisle end, why one came out and turned L, and her sister (it seemed) came out behind her and turned R toward me. Fucking bizarre, but not too different than the vehicular choreography that goes on.
And three separate dipshits while driving failed to proceed at a green light until 10 seconds later, and another waited at an intersection as I was approaching to my R and I thought he was stopped at the stop sign to allow me to pass, but no, at the last second he decides to turn his monster pickup, the identical color grey to my vehicle, in front of me and I was obliged to brake to let the fucker get by. In other words, deliberate incursion to slow me up, and occupy that revered space that I was to drive over with minimal time in between the Fuckwit and me passing over the identical location. Exciting moments in this Perp-town.
And the perps pulled another blocked toilet stunt, the first in two weeks or so. All to direct me to piss in the bathtub until the toilet has had sufficient working time with Liquid Plumber. Most of the new toilet designs nowadays, (or at least the ones arranged for me), are not circular and so do not work with a plunger.
Masers now follow me all over my suite; these blackish blobs that float into my vision, or more now, persist in the same location I am looking at to interfere with my concentration. Even looking at familiar objects or locations isn't allowed any more.
Month end (January 3013) accounting turned out to me a major pain in the ass. And it doesn't help that the totals or numbers change each time I look at a new window. Another missing $20 from cash again, which is why I hardly ever use it any more. Last year $1600 went missing, and I am a fanatic about keeping financial records.
Enough from Victim Central and onto posting this. Please let me know if this blog is worthwhile reading as I may have less time if I pick up a weekend pruning job for the next two months.
Temple pressure, both sides, always relievable for a few minutes if I rub my head. Then a malware attack that got through my antivirus software. The browser got redirected to another along with a tab bar l cannot get deleted. Then a round with "ransom-ware", a malware detection download that finds the malware but then wants $50 to get rid of it. Manual deletion worked.
The recovery (re-ripping)of 38 CD's of music, metadata augmentation, attendant file moving and a new backup has cost me the whole weekend.
02-04-2013
Wine making work; the plans for a blended rose got dashed, the owner didn't like the combinations that represented his wines on hand. Rose wines are tricky in that the ratio of white wines to red limits one's options as to blending. To be fair, the owner is moving ahead with getting apple juice ordered, and another fermentation vessel, along with a pump and filter.
The darling pixie yoga instructor was back after having a two week holiday somewhere warm with her family. And tight shorts and a cleavage revealing top didn't hurt, even if the latter was in red. Another red shirted male hanger-around posted near my room at this motel after I walked back from the class.
The big blonde yoga instructor "happened" to be hanging around at the entrance door to yoga, in her long coat and with her son. Doing a family gangstalk I suppose, in streetwear too. And for the last three weeks the perps have pumped me every day as to her real identity, and of course I don't know, nor care. But having family does make it highly unlikely she is who the perps make her out to be, initials ML will suffice for now.
A mighty browning-around event this morning; a B-train, a tractor trailer with a pup trailer behind it had one of those trailers that have fabric sides, and lo, if they weren't all brown, the first trailer and the towed pup behind it in identical dark brown. It has to be the largest brown vehicle they have put together in ten+ years of this abuse and all the browning around they have done to date.
And speaking of which, the co-owner of the vineyard is getting a colonoscopy in a few days. I don't know much about this particular clinical procedure, save that they flush all one's shit out and ensure no remnants in the lower intestine. But as it "so happened", in the months immediately before the perps went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002, both my brother and my hang-around pal Ms. L had colonoscopies within two weeks of each other. Which is a long way of saying that the perp's relentless and abiding interest in excrement just might be served by this particular medical procedure. No doubt I will get it done to me sometime, though the perps have kept this from me all these years. Meanwhile, last year. my brother gets his second one done, as the prerequisite interval had come up.
And while on this grim topic, one of my roomates at the hospital where I was illegally incarcerated in 2003 "happened" to be a patient who had his lower intestine and/or bowel removed and had a bag attached. Why he was kept with me was a mystery at the time, but no more, given the long brown streak (metaphorically) the perps have laid behind me all these years.
And speaking of associated events, the vineyard co-owner told me how to work her new washing and dryer, as it has all these lights and dials on them, far removed from what I would know. And why is she telling me this? Are more shit events planned this summer? I pray not.
An online parts order got totally sabotaged; I made a long and deliberate effort to get them all correct, and then the very parts I needed the most got converted into other parts I didn't need. This is just fucking insane. I would like to say I was screaminglly infuriated over this $100 jerkaround, but it was more like an hoarse whispering of total infuriation as to my order sabotage, so no one would hear through the walls.
02-05-2013
Winemaking work, then taking the owner to the hospital for a colonoscopy as her husband hadn't returned from his outing to obtain and juice apples over two widely dispersed cities. So yes, we are on the brown topic again, though I really didn't want to go there. And with someone new in my passenger seat, in a long brown down coat and travelling to the clinic to get her brown irrigated, it indeed was a mighty perp gangstalking. So much so, they sent someone down the road in the wrong (opposing) lane for 100' in a same colored vehicle as mine and eventually they got onto the correct side of the road, as in RH drive. And the front door of the hospital was good enough for two ambulances and a police vehicle to converge there.
I get back to the vineyard and two vehicles are parked in the driveway in front of the gate. This is a rural area, and one vehicle backs out to give me room to get by. When I get out to attend to the open gate, I approach the camper van and ask if he wants to come in, rather than me closing the gate on him and seen to be rude. "No" he says, "we are just talking". LIKE WTF; two drivers of two vehicles somehow agree to convene at a small vineyard gate after the mightiest brown event of the year so far, and maybe for a few. The other vehicle was a dumbshit-car, a so-called Smart Car that I had seen on the road when driving my boss into town. I went into the house, changed into my gear for pruning, and walked about 2/3 of the way back to the vehicles that were still there. They stayed in place for another 40 minutes or so, and when they got the call, they both departed downhill toward town. Like WTF; why would anyone drive to this obscure place and plant two vehicles blocking the driveway for all this time?
02-06-2013
Various winemaking duties today, the big one was adding 900g of bentonite into water and stirring so no lumps formed. And too, the solution went from turbid to opaque, finishing at a tan brown color. Exciting brown moments again.
And what it the deal with the extra mud-flicked/sprayed vehicles on gangstalking duty now? Another was tailing me with a tow truck for 80% of my way back after tanning tonight, shining yet more light on me as it had very bright HID headlights and was higher up so to spread the headlight beams through the cab of my vehicle rather than them pointed at my trunk. And too, the traffic lights were arranged some 6 in succession for this vehicle to yet again, arrive behind me while I was waiting at the red traffic control light.
02-07-2013
The brown B-train semi-trailer and pup again, though at least 20 min. earlier this morning than two days ago. I did a fair amount of outside work, cleaning snow in two areas in preparation for the arrival of the apple juice. The 5,000 liters of apple juice was to arrive late today, but for some reason was delayed.
When I get back to my motel suite, I see the city has arranged an excavator nearby, sitting on top of a 4' high mound in a small park. And I see one of the perp's favorite trademarks on the sidewalk, painted lines as if a digging job is planned soon. In the past ten years of this abuse they have dug many places around where I lived, or on the way in my travels, but there were plenty of sidewalk painted lines they did not dig up and arranged to fade out over the course of two years or so.
And I find that some of the electrical circuits not working in my suite; the fridge and stove, each on different voltages. I ended up making a chicken salad instead of quesadilla, the stove was found to be not working after putting a pan and coconut oil in it. The same oil was poured into my salad - an exceptional dinner whereby the frypan/metal energy and transferred into a blue plastic bowl to mix salad. My kettle is a stove top model, but I found a plug-in kettle, with the only findable outlet right at my feet as I type this.
02-08-2013
A new shaving razor insert today, usually replaced on Fridays, and with follow-on extra hassle and unwanted attention. Friday is the day my room gets made up; new bedding, towels and some cleaning, which might fuel extra perp antics and stupidity.
A hectic start to wine making this morning, as two 500 liter tanks need to be freed up within a week. Added into this was a futile mission that in hindsight didn't make any sense. But as I get one of this every week or so, futile exercises aren't new.
While doing a wine bench test and pouring wine into a funnel over a graduated cylinder the perps blanked me out twice in succession, causing similar spills onto the bench, floor and me. Then they pulled a third mess/spill while involved in bench testing different concentrations of bitartrate seeding. Never in my life have I watched myself make a mess, being totally disconnected from what I was doing.
Full electrical power back in my suite today; I thought I was done for a weekend long jerk-around. Extra neighbor noise tonight, mostly voice and hacking.
02-09-2013
A Saturday and a mellow one at that, getting laundry done this morning. The perps have an obsession over laundry, but strangely they have left me alone apart from the lounging dudes smoking and hacking outside their suites. It is a $500 charge if guest/tenants smoke in the suites. That should change behavior, but in perp-land everything gets distorted; not only conventional physical events but also human behavior.
The perps started pounding and vibration from an adjacent suite under the guise of renovations when they have all the weekdays of the week to do this. I departed for awhile for a significant vehicular gangstalking coverage as it "happened". It seemed the perps wanted me out of here after purchasing a very dark heather-brown sweater at nearby sports store. And that is significant event as all my brown toned clothes were either separating at the seams in the washing machine or getting green stains on them while hanging in the closet. They purged me of all brown colored clothes in 2003. This would be the very first brown colored clothing I have owned, (and presumably wear) since then.
Much increased human voice noise this evening while reading The Source Field Investigations by David Wilcock. I would reservedly recommend this book for TI's to get a better appreciation of what the perp methods are, though I find the author is over-eager to connect some findings to make his case. In the main, it is readable and likely represents the physics that the perps apply to their victims; e.g. teleportations, modification of physical objects and surfaces and control of all materiality. The author connects many of the "dots" of solid-but-get-no-respect science; Kozyrev, Larson, Expanding Earth theory, Grebnikov and many others that were new to me.
02-10-2013
Sunday, and a mellow start at first. Then I went to get the car cleaned at 1130h, and lo, if there wasn't a huge back up of waiting vehicles, so screw that. This is the second day in succession where huge back up at this same car wash was arranged (IMHO). Onto the LD store where the Sunday freaks were out in force, not to mention the shiftless males loitering near the few locations I needed to go. And an aisle blocking cluster fuck of five women talking in a group in the center of a main aisle. A strange combination of young light skinned Middle East persons and a Caucasian granny among two others I don't recall. The Middle Eastern women came by again on a gangstalking reprise at the back of the store a minute or so later. Just as I was approaching an aisle end, why one came out and turned L, and her sister (it seemed) came out behind her and turned R toward me. Fucking bizarre, but not too different than the vehicular choreography that goes on.
And three separate dipshits while driving failed to proceed at a green light until 10 seconds later, and another waited at an intersection as I was approaching to my R and I thought he was stopped at the stop sign to allow me to pass, but no, at the last second he decides to turn his monster pickup, the identical color grey to my vehicle, in front of me and I was obliged to brake to let the fucker get by. In other words, deliberate incursion to slow me up, and occupy that revered space that I was to drive over with minimal time in between the Fuckwit and me passing over the identical location. Exciting moments in this Perp-town.
And the perps pulled another blocked toilet stunt, the first in two weeks or so. All to direct me to piss in the bathtub until the toilet has had sufficient working time with Liquid Plumber. Most of the new toilet designs nowadays, (or at least the ones arranged for me), are not circular and so do not work with a plunger.
Masers now follow me all over my suite; these blackish blobs that float into my vision, or more now, persist in the same location I am looking at to interfere with my concentration. Even looking at familiar objects or locations isn't allowed any more.
Month end (January 3013) accounting turned out to me a major pain in the ass. And it doesn't help that the totals or numbers change each time I look at a new window. Another missing $20 from cash again, which is why I hardly ever use it any more. Last year $1600 went missing, and I am a fanatic about keeping financial records.
Enough from Victim Central and onto posting this. Please let me know if this blog is worthwhile reading as I may have less time if I pick up a weekend pruning job for the next two months.
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