Cold and House Bound

12-02-2014
About -8C outside, and supposedly 20C inside, but I sure feel the cold. And the perps wouldn't let me outside to check the physical job board, even if two blocks away. I have no idea why they put on these "shut-in" days, and yesterday was much the same with the exception of yoga. A new dude was placed behind me, his distinguishing feature was that he was he was bare assed bald, save the fringe around his head. Have I not noted the prevalence of skin-heads (bald males) in past blog postings? Way too often, but no nearly as much as they are arranged for me to see in the view-scape.

The darling pixie was instructing yoga again yesterday, replete with a few adjustments, as in contact. The ever competent Ms. T was on my L side, displacing the regular lady there. It seems they traded locations for this time. The most interesting thing was outside the practice room; the lady who runs the place was moving things about, and she had moved the coat rack when I arrived. And she moved it again, when I emerged from the practice room. That was the place where I put my boots on, and lo, a dude arranged to stand in front of me showing off his hairy legs, wearing shorts as he was. I turned to my L to avoid this male feature the perps so want me to see, and lo, if he didn't move in the same direction so to give me another eye-full. I turned again and as there was a wall there, he couldn't move any more. I cannot stand having a passel of Fuckwits standing over me, and somehow I "forgot" there was alternative change room I always used until getting screwed around over the moving coat rack yesterday.

Another screw-over in paying my bills, and I am so tired of this one. I have three bills to pay every month, and I attend to them at month end. I have been doing this consistently for years with the odd jerk-around. This time they totally blanked me out until last night after I shut down my PC. Then had me ignore the note I made for myself until this afternoon, and yes, they had screwed me around in not paying any of them. One was a day past due, another was due in two days, and the other due in ten days. Back in 2002 when they first attacked, they held up my mail for three weeks after I had paid my bills. Like WTF; why are they doing this, and why for 12.5 years?

I came across something interesting in one of the more readable advanced physics books (The Matter Myth by John Gribben) I purchased a while back, but somehow never got around to reading until this forced unemployment spell. It mentions a parallel reality based on the subatomic particle flux that exists everywhere, same as the energetic ether concept. And one could construct a quantum brain that has connection with this etheric world, and has a brain that can see both. This also fits with the Many Worlds concept, but being able to see another world. It did give me cause to ponder if that is what the perps are doing to me. This concept was filled out with the notion of the dichotomy of having an event happen with its own quantum energies, and again, where the same event intention is in place, but it doesn't happen. Hmmm... perhaps that is what the perps are doing with their sabotage, per above bill paying obstruction games.

Pyrrhic progress, sabotaging the victim's pillow and pillow case in 2014.

June 07, 2014

June 14, 2014

October 25, 2014

I NEVER use any bleach agent in my laundry (or my hair!), and these are high quality color fast sheets, and somehow, the color got sucked out of them.

Hours spent reading about the Sandy Hook school massacre, or even if there was one. The video on a suggested actor as a faux parent seemed convincing among other oddities. Three shooters or none; nothing can be taken at face value any more.

Removing apparent victims to who knows where is a common theme in the realm of perp managed events and stunts. For example, there were many credible reports of US military personnel alive in N Vietnam prison camps long after that debacle was over. Then KAL 007 was supposedly hit with a missile, but the only thing the authorities could present were the shoes of the victims to their families. Then in 09-11-2001 (911) most improbably, Flight 77 flew into the Pentagon, somehow finding the section that had been recently renovated, and where there were left over spools of cable. I say improbably, because there are anti-aircraft batteries at the Pentagon and they were not activated. The reporters asked where the wings and tail were, and were told "no comment". And the question remains; where are all these captive people, purported victims? And even more critical thought devoted to the improbability of an aircraft at high speed capable of flying close to the ground is here (an extensive dissertation of lift and ground effect).

12-03-2014
I got screwed for two hours of extra sleep and a 0930h get up time. Every winter they pull this shit, and into February before they back off.

A visit to the physical job board without the droogie count, so I could actually see it this time. After I departed, and making a rare visit by actually walking there, a native Indian in a light blue jacket and with his hood up asked some kind of rambling (drunken?) question outside, mentioning "if I was in Montreal". I said no, then he said "better not have been". Like WTF; the very city of possible horrors where I lived for two of my first five years, purged from my recall at the time, and I know I was beginning to form long term memories then, but so did someone else and didn't want me to have them.

12-04-2014
Another delayed get up time; I set the alarm this time, but got screwed into another 1.5 hours sleep, turning it off. I have a work trial tomorrow, and am suspicious that they will pull this stunt tomorrow and poof, there goes the job opportunity that has been keeping me bound for the last three weeks.

At the tanning salon, and lo, a male sicko there when I arrived, the "constant companions" thing again on chatting duty with the female attendant. He departed, the tanning was arranged and I go into the room and get ready, and lo, if the bed would not go on. I get dressed (with some lotion on me) and ask the attendant to turn on the bed from her location. She says sorry, she "forgot" and said I should of yelled through the door. Like WTF; she seemed to know about it, so why didn't she come to my door. I was the only customer there and "somehow" she screwed it up. Long time readers will know that this "happened" at the end of the spring tanning I did (1x/week, max), again when I was the only customer and some loafing cheersing male was there too.

And what is it about skin exposure to UV (or other light wavelengths), Vitamin D (forms under the skin), skin color (tones of white, brown and negroid colors) that so interests the senseless assholes who literally hound the living shit out of me for 12.5 years now, after 47 years of covert and orchestrated surveillance? I reckon the answer lies at the heart of what they are looking for, whatever cosmological constant/effect they are looking to define or quantify.


I went to the gym for the first time in 6 months; a sudden "urge" along with feeling fat (planted ideations and notions). As in keeping with the gangstalking scene at fitness centers, there were plenty of loafers and "stun outs" (gangstalkers in some kind of vacant torpor) around me; red or orange shirts seemed to be vogue. The trim and cute babe also made sure to dither at the entry area of the room to ensure she proceeded me down the stairs and to the door, though she went straight ahead.

And it so "happened" the regular entry door set wasn't working, and a second door, some 40' W had to be used. They arranged a cluster of at least 12 retards when I entered the building as this same door, seemingly on a outing and waiting for their bus. I am not sure their story adds up, but maybe there was some adult supervision. Last week they hounded me with a red shirted retard in the aisles of LD for at least 3 reprise gangstalkings.

Today, they crammed the parking lot at the LD store to the point that I gave up and didn't go there. This is at least the third time they have pulled this stunt in the last two months.

A return to the LD store tonight, with the brown (skinned) people hanging around for no seeming reason, save to provide a brown skin tone next to the chocolates with two of then lined up about 5' apart.

12-06-2015
A whole loaf around day, then finding out I "forgot" to attend grocery shopping until it was dark at 1700h. Major vehicular gangstalking on the way to the specialty grocery store, and once inside, a minor parade of two shop assistants turning a corner in front of me, each holding an item close their torso. Most strange IMHO.

12-07-2014
Sunday, and I got it together to go the fitness/gym again. A long haired blonde male mid 50's gangstalker was doing this strange routine of walking the breadth of the room and then stopping at each end for a minute or two and then (senselessly) retracing his steps. First I thought he was in recovery mode from working out, but no, it seemed that was his assigned berserk beat. Then he interrupted his strangeness to place himself at a workout machine next to me, and as soon as I finished my repetition, I moved onto another machine. I watched him off and on from this new vantage point and all he did was stand at the machine for four minutes. Like WTF; why all this strangeness at gyms?

But he wasn't done yet; after  a five minutes I went to the treadmill and then he breaks his pacing/torpor routine to arrive next to me on another treadmill. I hadn't started mine up at that moment, so I bailed out and lo, if he doesn't do the same thing and goes back to his pacing and torpor routine. Later, he puts on a black wool toque and keeps this routine up for crissakes. His blonde hair sweeping out from the front of the toque in some kind of blonde cuteness emulation it would seem.

Eventually this Fuckwit filtered out and then my assigned "dog-me" gangstalker was this obese native Indian in fugly oversized camo shorts. While not so frenetic as the blonde Fuckwit, he too did pointless pacing around in front of me. Later he made sure he was front and center in my vision field while I was captive on another machine. Then a blonde Fat Girl came into the picture, doing some kind of bend-overs 10' from me, and another later reprise gangstalking when I was doing my final stretches. And while all of the above was transpiring, a pair of extra chatty dudes came to pollute the place with their constant banter, one following me on the treadmill beside me, and the other using the same treadmill I had used. Funny how all that "happens" to me at the gym every visit.

Anyhow; more hours of online time wasted on researching skin conditions, as the perps have me with oily skin (sebaceous hyperplasia), the only member of my family with this condition.

Buddist Merit Dedication

01-17-2012
2010h
One of my farmworker colleagues, a woman who has criss-crossed my path by working for former employers of mine, or is mirroring me in terms of significant activities like attending horticulture class, (viticulture in my case), sent me an email after her visit to a Buddist dharma festival, I "dedicate any merit I have accumulated by attending this festival to your permanent happiness". Like WTF; anyone who even looks at me, let alone interacts me in any significant way has been approved, scripted, rehearsed and trained, so with her near two year long association, I am supposed to believe this is genuine? Then she phoned tonight to interupt my studying just when I got started, and as part of the conversation I say that I don't have any control in what happens to me, and she says "no one does". And of course the perps made me dithered to react to this, as it speaks volumes; that she believes in the prison planet world of total control of all beings (not even I have ventured that far), and of course, how does she know anyhow? Neither question was asked of course.She has never discussed her conspiracist leanings to me, and I would be the one person who she could relate to on this topic. Ergo, she gets her information from someone else.

She is also on record as of two weeks ago, saying that I will be working with Mexicans this summer, and when I asked how did she know, she just blew me off with a vapid generalization. There is a good chance of course, now that I am in the farmworker class, and attempting to improve my lot by taking a viticulture course at present. So..., with our mutual path crossing over the past year, and the constancy of a particular notorious someone in the past 12 years, I am coming to think the farmworker colleague just maybe this person in morphover form. When the perps put someone on me for two years or more, and plan parallel activities all the while, as well as working together on one farm, and she working at the daffodil farm that I have worked at, it is beginning to seem mighty curious.

01-18-2012
Got my first mail at my new address, as unbeknownst to me they were accumulating at the office since I moved here Jan.05. Of four items, three were invoked "problems". UPS wanted to nail me for an amount equal to what I paid them when I picked the parcel four weeks ago. "Somehow", their finnancial system tried to bill be again, when there was no way whatsoever to pick up the parcel without me paying taxes and duties. Go figure. Then a bill from the electrical company, saying that I didn't pay the last bill when I did, as per the bank's financial records. Then the ISP+phone company has the most balled up bill, billing me for things I never ordered when I shut down the account for Jan.04, 2012. But at least they got my address correctly to send this outrageously wrong bill to me. At the time I was told I was going to recieve a check when instead, I get a bill. It would be another 40 minutes on the phone to sort this one out, now that they have reduced their service level, per last phone call. Which wasn't much better than the dude circus that erupted in their offices, 15 of them ahead of me within the first two minutes of them opening their doors.

And why does this admininstrative sabotage happen to me, and what purpose does it serve? I have no idea as the the latter, but when the harassment first started I had to attend to my bills when I got jerked into hospital for no reason in 04-2002. I paid them all in one go, and lo, if the whole lot of them didn't somehow all get lost in the mail for four weeks. Once I found they weren't recieved, I sent off payments again, and they got through the second time. Like WTF; why does this insane juvenile abusive insanity keep being applied to me for something so strange; fucking my bill payments, with the recent move as an excuse to stir up yet more sabotage?

Last night, on the eve of our first quiz, done today, why, a local earthquake for crissakes. All us studying students were in the area, and for some reason the perps figured they needed to shake the ground.

01-19-2012
No earthquake on the eve of the second quiz this week, unlike two nights ago. It was a combination day; first an hour long quiz in the morning, and then a field trip to a winery afterward. In other words, dress for a very cold day outside, but first write this exam for an hour inside before heading out. In other words, long underwear with windproof pants on top, and a silk undershirt with a heavy-weight undershirt on top.

And lo, if the perps didn't make me almost late for class, and the instructor had everyone there arranged with a center table for me alone. This is normally the instructor's table that he works from, I was in his spot for the hour long quiz.

And it was pruning again, just a half hour in the perishing cold, and the perps have a big interest in me whenever I cut foliage or anything else for that matter. Stiil fresh from last week's use in pruing and my classmates buzzing all around.

There is one E. Indian dreadlocks freak in the class, and the perps are giving him extra gangstalking duties, doing the "come straight at me and then divert when within 3' of me". The odd thing was that he headed out from the tasting room in front of everyone, as if he was headed to the washroom, but then came back in within 30 seconds, which meant no genuine washroom visitation. So why does a sane individual leave a group activity (wine tasting), to exit the room for 30 seconds so to set himself up to come straight at me on his return? All to give me extra freak time, as he is quite a collection of Unfavoreds in one person. And at least three redcoats took turns to course around me as we visited the winery, and tasting room with a bright yellowjacket in their too.

01-21-2012
I got to wear my Yaks-Trax for the first time. And amazingly, they didn't pop off or present any problem for the 15 minute walk to the campus. In fact, they worked well in the packed snow and ice on some sidewalks. This would be the very first time in nearly ten years that something new that I would be unfamiliar with, apart from clothing and footwear, didn't fuck up. Truly an epic moment for this victim where even turning on a light switch gets sabotaged.

The bathroom stopper "grew" in the night and didn't fit this morning. Or else they downsized the drain in the sink, sometimes it is difficult to know what they are doing exactly. Hence, no shaving this morning, always a big deal for the perps. the extra time I had was taken up with extra yoga, and a protracted crap to follow. A sudden "need" came on and it just might of been this morning's breakfast. I have known them to put food through my system in less than an hour.

A tanning session this afternoon, replete with gangstalking vehicles covering me just before going into the moribund tanning salon. I had my shiftless males circulating while I waited. A different type of bed, so I shall see if I am burned tomorrow. A follow-on legs shave after that, the first shaving of the day, at dusk onset no less. The just-tanned (exposed actually) leg stubble ended up being shaved off within 20 minutes of being at the tanning salon, and I am sure that this was a very important shaving event  for the perps, the first one of the day being my legs due to the sink stopper hassle they cooked up in the night.

And what is with the black gloves on student next to me? He also has an unerring knack of putting his head in my line of sight as I am looking at the projection screen; 20-30x/day is no fluke, so how does he know to move his head when he isn't looking in my direction?

Hmm.. past public data on this viticulture course indicates a 50-50 split between men and women, and here we have nine guys to one female. How does this statistical anomally erupt this year? And the dudes take turns to wear their toques in class, with the guy opposite going through a different ball cap almost every day; bright red, blue with same red piping, a muted burgundy red and so it goes.

The Unfavored freak (male, E. Indian, scraggly beard, dreads, bag hat/toque per above) likes to be gangstanking me out of class in the doorways; twice in two days at the library, and at least two more in the subsequent days

01-22-2012
1400h
Sunday tanning again, two days later to "catch up" from three weeks since the last time. back to admiring (per planted mindfuck) my bronzed and hairless legs. Who knew this was an harassment and abuse  outcome? Not me.

A flush of yelling yobos and dude talk erupted just after my tea break, and when starting up the PC. It was the same after lunch, except not so loud. Also in the mix were room shakings "from" other motel doors, and the encirclement strut. This room is bounded on three sides by a walkway and then a stairwell to the first level, so that provides the assholes an ideal set up to send someone in loud boots to walk along, in front, then the S. side and to the stairwell with the addition of ringing iron handrail noise. And this room sits over top of the entry way, so vehicles are parked or passing through underneath, also a bonus for the harassment assholes.

Back to writing a paper.

2200h
I am sweating bullets to get this paper done, and what happens? I get phone calls, aka an EMF disturbance at one's ear through a piece of plastic, and how many times have I related stories about each of them? Countless times, and lo, if the form of a telephone reciever we have both together, at my ear, inches from my brain, the seem locus of the perp's nonconsensual human experimentation initiatives. Not to mention that I am being kept in a densified magnetic field, measured at 1600 Gauss back in 2008.

And for the fourth time today, after a tea or lunch break, and then resuming writing and reading for the assigned report, why, an eruption of male voices for 10 to 20 minutes, someone walking outside who then circumnavigates this room, and wall, floor and ceiling poundings (no rooms overhead) carefully timed at particular intervals, especially if I pick up a book or stop reading one. And how could this strange behavior of others be anything but organized, as if four times in one day timed for the same circumstances. Not to mention the usual litany of red and late-yellow traffic light running games at intersections, and the stopping into the crosswalk. Just daily events when in Victoria, and now it has erupted here too, since I came here two weeks ago.

01-23-2012
I got my assignment written last night, no thanks to the perps who were hammering me constantly with memory dithering, preventing me from finding my last location in the book after a momentary diversion to type something. I never, ever had any recall problems with re-finding my location in a book while writing/typing, and suddenly, I am totally abushed with this new level of remote influencing abuse. They weren't able to fuck with my short term recall until 2007, and I suppose the decided to give me a whack of it all at once. It was fucking insane, and it was 2330h, and I was getting dithered over this and constant keyboarding sabotage. A piss poor effort, no thanks to the assholes.

I had better get this posted, orit will be another week of letting it slide.

Back in the Harassment Cross Hairs

1720h
I am back after a week of driving my parents about on their holiday which included all of us staying at my brother and sister-in-law's place in Kamloops for four days. As expected, it was a full Family Feral gangstalk and harassment event, and opened up boundless opportunities for the perps to play more mix-up games of my possessions and habits in new circumstances and combinations with greater exposure to other family members.

In the latter case, the bathroom sink at my brother's place did not have a stopper and so I was compelled to first not shave that day (a frequent perp gambit), then use the uninstalled in-sink stopper which I was able to extract with my finger nails in the bottom of the shave water on the first day, but amazingly not on the second day. Draining the sink and installing the in-sink lever actuated stopper was then my brother's job, and he got to hang around my shave water, drain it out to a separate bucket, and generally loiter/gangstalk that particular aspect of my life that is routinely sabotaged and harassed by the perps every fucking day, ever since they went overt in 2002.

That I stay over at my parent's place most Sunday nights and shave there isn't enough, nor is it that I keep shaving cream there as well. Other stunts on this travelling (I won't call it a holiday when one is harassed, or under the threat of it at all moments), included my mother "needing" to suddenly use the hotel suite bathroom while I was shaving, causing me to wait outside with my face half covered in foam, and there were some awful slow draining sinks to be had too. In the long past, Ms. C from the story had a bathroom sink she didn't get fixed for some months, causing me to make the odd stayover shave from a bowl filled from the bathtub and set in the sink. My enforced hospital incarceration of 2003 for no organic reason was also beset with shaving hassles, having to do it in the bath where hot enough water was availible. Suffice to say, shaving, and even the simplier application of steel utensils and knives to food, causes the perps no end of grief, as it appears to convey some changes in body energetics that they have not yet figured out, and by extension, cannot yet fuck me with. You have read this before; not my problem, so why am I being pursued and fucked over about this?

There won't be an answer to this for at least two years in my estimation, which has been upgraded from one more year of harassment, going by the substantial investment of aerials and dishes I saw on my travels, far more than would be from cell phone network growth. Some microwave like dishes were only 30' above the buildings, clearly not for locations that removed the likelihood of electromagnetic interference. Even the forested areas; wherever there was a highway corridor, and we were on it, there were "radio" towers visible from every location I was. This trip was likely planned for years, (my parents made it last year they reminded me more than once), and was also likely to be predicated on the fact that whatever brown color interaction that I had with my parent's vehicle, a light metallic brown, could be measured and ameliorated by the perps. At one location in a parking lot outside a grocery store, the perps had five light metallic brown vehicles lined up, side by side.

The seats and interior of their Ford Escape were also slightly darker browns, but that didn't stop my father doing his gangstalking patrol around me, the most invasive and annoying instance when there was a dark brown chocolate cake sitting on the table for over ten minutes that was for dessert, and yet everyone fucked off from the table but me. Said cake was still in its plastic case, a black base and a transparent cover. The highlight of this arranged family friction was when I was mind-fucked into complaining that my father's gangstalking behavior was exactly the same as that I experience in public, and how could that be a coincidence? Of course I was blown off in getting an answer, and then everyone came to the table and had the chocolate cake dessert. A First Feral Family stakeout over chocolate cake in its plastic cover, and the highlight moment was to fuck me into enragement over my father's constant and blatant gangstalking moves, he dressed in light brown clothing for the entire week.

So in other words, the whole trip was all about gangstalking me and gettting me into unusual juxtapositions with my habits and belongings, usually with one or more family gangstalker present. And there were hundreds of these perp arranged moments, along with the many thousands of other gangstalkers, their operatives acting as tourists mainly, replete in their color coordinated swarms and sequences, which includes skin color as part of the mix. It was simply unbelievable as to the extent of the vehicle color arrangements they made absolutely everywhere I was, or where the vehicle was parked. The ferries take some 400 vehicles, and the entire preceding sailing (unloading while I was waiting in line), and the sailing I was on, was totally arranged for vehicle color and type. There were clusters of navy blues, especially yesterday (09-18-2007), then various shades of greys still with the heavy emphasis on silver grey (my former vehicle color), then whites and blacks, reds in abundance, and the usual fill-ins of greens, oranges, metallic copper color and yellows. They also put more light brown vehicles around me in some locations, and of course could pull this off on the highway by side by side lane blocking to keep me contained for longer with these same vehicles around me. On the last highway drive, there were five left lane blockings by drivers in succession. This was where I wanted to pass, and the assholes just crept along, perhaps only 3 mph faster than the traffic in the adjacent right lane.

When at a wine store, and after at least 10 minutes of feigned farting around by my mother to finally select a bottle of red wine, some 15 red vehicles descended, or coursed around me on me at the first intersection, phenomenonally "busy" for a small town in mid-day near a residential area. I complained to my mother about this undue "coincidence" and she just blew me off, and only pretended to notice two of them. Another setup, timed to a subsecond level of scripting; vehicles, the moment of my complaint, my words, and my mother's bullshit response for when there was suddenly less red vehicles. I have never been so blatantly besieged by so many color coordinated vehicles at a single location. And of course "I" was only allowed to make the wine color association long after the fact. Ever the door mat for these extreme sickos and their fucking games.

I won't be able to convey all the fuckery that went on for the seven days away, as much of it will have been purged from recall, and also, my handwritten journalling was also fucked with, as some days were not even written up.

The opening jerkaround was when I took my same-as-always food to my parent's place to be then taken on this junket. My mother told me that she had packed them, so at the first stop I went to look for it in the cooler, and lo, if she hadn't bare-assed lied to me and didn't pack it. So this extra food stayed in my parent's fridge for the week in plastic containers and I am eating it up today. Another perp stunt, changing up the storage location of my leftover food, initiated by a fucking lie first thing on this Feral Family Fuckover. Nothing new in parental lies, just that it was so fucking blatant.

2245h
A short trip to the grocery store; and a full-on freak show for this time of night. Two shopping cart acts loaded to the gunnels with plastic bags, a sidewalk cyclist, a walk-at-me fucker in the parking lot, a three time gangstalker scrawny woman in the store, a negro in a red shirt, and a few other freaks, never mind at least ten more passing as "customers" that keep "showing up" where I am about to go, then follow me later.

And I got my mail, and one was a statement from my accountant's office, claiming I owe them $432 from an unpaid bill in 2003, even if I continued to do business with them in 2004, 2005, and 2006 and never had this item ever show up. This statement only lists a $300 debit in 2003, (the remainder in interest) and shows no other financial transactions where I was billed and paid all my statements within 30 days. Mysteriously, all my statement records from this firm are not in my filing cabinet, not the first time something has gone missing from there. Another mystery is how they determined my new mailing address as I did not use them this year, being on an limited "disability income", and not needing their services when I can file online for free, which I did.

Enough of a piss-off, this renewed financial and tax related fuckery, as I had largely been free of it with four tax "re-assessments" in four years, all over the same matter, and all that I won. Additionally, my accountant of the above firm jerked me around and cost me a penalty from the US tax people (IRS) when he was supposed to be an expert on US and Canadian taxes. Just when I thought that train of fuckery had ended the perps pull this one, scraping the bottom of the barrel it would seem, going back to 2003 (2002 tax year).

Anyhow, it may be a total "mistake", but the real action will start tomorrow when I find out why they had not billed me for over four years, and that no other account transactions appear since then, save the interest adding up. And for sure, they all know who I am, as the staff are doing their gangstalking whenever I visited their offices, and I suspect their office move and renovation in 2001 might have been their payoff when I first started doing business there. Just more jerking around.

Anyhow, it is late, I have been busy catching up on my web news sites, and recieving some kind of eye bothering emanations from this LCD panel, something I haven't had in a week, so it is a good time to end this, and hopefully detail more of my recent travelling-while-harassed stories tomorrow.