02-20-2017
I would include myself in the category of "fat folk" with a BMI of 27 when 20 is normal for my height. And it seems that I have gained at least 5 lb since the beginning of the new year. That emancipated and shriveled up cancer patient image just isn't playing out.
I mentioned in last week's posting about the fat hair stylist who needed to push her gut into my side or back while attending to my hair. Only a day later, while lingering at the tanning salon only because they had free food because it was the last day of their sale, a blonde fat girl was parading around, and made sure I saw her, and then, when averting my gaze, she paraded closer in front of me to get my attention yet again. I didn't see any particular reason for her parading around at all, as she could of sat down and enjoyed the food like anyone else, but hey, normal folk acting strange in my proximity is nothing new since all this shit rained down 04-2002. Add a fat girl on the vineyard crew and we are set for a new round, so to speak.
Some back pain today in the afternoon, and no kidney pressure thankfully. The paw-paw was the cause of the latter, and I have been off it for two weeks now. It is just the MMS vs. the cancer. Or, should I say, it is my perception that it is metastasized prostate cancer, as I don't know what else it could be. Those aches, and some pains, shooting up my back from my hips, and sometimes down to my knee. The L side seems to be more afflicted, and even sometimes I get twinges into my shoulder and arms. I see the radiation oncologist in two days, so hopefully I will get a firm diagnosis, even if my condition is a moving target, so to speak. After two doctors fanned on giving me a diagnosis, I have to go through this protracted exercise of diagnostic delays yet again. And too, I get to visit the radio-therapy clinic and all that expensive gear that can "cure" (a much qualified term) and also give cancer too. Ask breast cancer survivors 20 years after treatment.
02-21-2017
Tuesday, and the first sun on the vineyard in three weeks, apart from 2 minutes worth two weeks ago when there was a well timed withdrawal of the sun. It came out for when we exited the barn after break, we walked to the pruning site and then the sun was shaded by the large cliff, and when it came out the other side, why, cloud cover had moved in to block it. As mentioned many times in these postings in an attempt to identify perp frequented events, the properties of the sun are of intense interest to the perps; be it falling on foliage, crops, skin or eyes and of course all the color changes that go with it, from sky to all illuminated and shaded objects. If I were to make a "way-out-there" statement on this topic, it would be something like this; the perps have arranged the whole sun, Earth's axis tilt and rotation and the consequent seasons all to deliver sunlight in incrementally changing exposures to further their insane sunlight research objectives. (And too, variation in the increment from the tropics to the poles). How is that for a deep conspiratorial perspective?
Woo-hoo- TI World Blogspot statistics; Pageviews all time history= 150,154. Assuming these numbers aren't rigged of course, me being the centerpiece of all that is rigged, orchestrated, pre-scripted and otherwise contrived. And now about 8,000 page-views per last month, a rolling count I assume, as it changes every day. And about 250/day. The numbers don't seem to add up on per posting basis when I look at other page statistics, so maybe its those static pages that seems to attract so many viewers. I haven't had many comments from the TI community, so I don't have a firm grasp on the veracity of the Google supplied statistics.
Vineyard pruning all day today; three different sites as we finished two, and started another. That might of been the reason for repeated helicopter coverage today; at least 14 fly-by visitations, mainly by a Bell 206L for whatever reason. I have no idea how they decide on the helicopter model, but they also put on a Bell 206 and an EC-135. They put on a very noisy Bell 412 overflight a few days ago. This vineyard I work at has a helicopter pad, so no doubt there will be summertime helicopter visits, touching down and bringing in wine tasting folks. Which is better than the stunt they pulled two months ago at this same vineyard when they had an AStar 380 come from over the ridge and fly 40' overhead of me. I was the only person in the vineyard and they had me lined up perfectly before they saw me. What is the etiquette when helicopters are that close and one can see the pilots through the windshield? Does one wave at them? And no, I don't do obscene gestures, even if my whole life is filled with provocations.
The hip and back aches and pains were still present today, though muted. I still don't like walking fast much, and I declined yoga last night. It was the after effects of yoga of 5 weeks ago that indicated that something was very wrong and getting worse. I keep the MMS treatments up, and have added apricot kernels. The latter might seem like silly fluff, but in fact, they contain vitamin B17, aka laetrile, a subject of much past controversy and FDA suppression. After reading "World Without Cancer" by G. Edward Griffin, and the details of how Sloan Kettering Hospital found laetrile to be one of the most promising anti-cancer substances known, and then buried it after three attempts with a made-to-fail experiment result which received all the publicity, I have become all the more cynical about this world and how controlled and arranged it is. And too, cancer is mass slaughter; 600k go down every year in the US and Canada, and here we have the FDA (and lap dog Health Canada) repeatedly suppressing viable and effective treatments. The book is a scathing indictment of "consensus medicine" and those "catastrophic cures" that are presently deemed orthodox. From what I have learned, cancer can be remotely delivered if Tom Bearden and his scalar wave theorizations are correct (see Priore's healing treatment device and here). I have come to know of all manner of remote delivery incursions these past 14 years, and cancer is just another.
02-22-2017
A visit to Kelowna to the cancer clinic today. Per determination of the oncologist, I don't have metastatic prostate cancer. Which then begs the question as to what do I have that has caused such aches, and some pains, in my pelvic region, as well as up my spine and into my R arm for the past month. I feel like shit for two days after yoga, when normally I don't feel anything. And this condition has responded to paw-paw and now MMS to some extent. The timing of all this is straight out the perp play book, under the "create FUD" section. Give the TI victim prostate cancer and then add on conditions that emulate its metstatization. Fucking hilarious, and now over 14 years of these insane incursions, and they add one more unrelated ailment on top of seeming real one. I get another bone scan out of the deal and a second opinion on my biopsy from last year. I am not sure whether to be happy or sad about the above diagnosis; radiation treatment possibly to follow in some months, though I hoping the MMS will nail the prostate cancer by then.
Another fat girl stalk at the cancer clinic today; big and blonde she was. At the counter and then lingering again outside my exam room. I suppose if they want to ingratiate/inculcate me with fat girls, and if they need some starting leverage, then having them younger and blonde just might be the strategy. (Fat, or obese people are decidedly on the Unfavored demographic list.) But you can see where they are going next; bring on fat males to gangstalk me. On the other hand, today's medical assistant was tall and leggy and on the attractive side, but with a floppy top garment to hide her nice slim thighs. On and on, these selective revelations of attractive features, and too, at the exam room, switching to vignettes of the above mentioned fat blonde girl.
No progress with the oncologist on my dopamine deficiency theory of all what ails me, including prostate cancer. Another wall still to climb. The perps have decidedly sabotaged my efforts to get useful treatment from urologists; the one in Seattle didn't help, and the present one in this town has been an absolutely unprofessional pill.
As usual with all doctor visits, there is a protracted wait in the exam room, all to have me watch the masers and plasma beams flit about, the latter usually projecting from denser objects like metals and ceramic tile. I even got a stinging maser strike through my L eye during the consult, and the doctor seemed to flinch in seeing it. I am so fucking fed up with being put through the clinical mill; spoofings, obdurate doctors, fake-out conditions, obstruction of appropriate care even with supporting tests in hand etc. Or more to the point; I am totally fed up being kept as a nonconsensual experimentation victim/subject. And over the most inane things; exposure to fat folk, per above, and the rest of the Unfavoreds. Just leave me the fuck alone; 14.5 years of sustained and intense abuse and being kept at the limit of my tolerance all day long, every day, is just too fucking much.
02-23-2017
Pruning the vineyard all day, taking my MMS every hour or so. Taking supplements and the like is another big game for the perps. They seem to be studying the containers they are kept in, modifying my water supply, (and spilling it), and the order of intake, as well as having me skip the odd hourly intake.
Plenty of helicopter coverage today, though it was consistently 2 or so km away, with very few overflights. It is as if it were doing landing and take off practice at the airport. Really?
All day to think about what to do about the whole dopamine/urology nexus, and how can I make any forward progress on this front when the whole thing is rigged to my disadvantage.
Some more pelvic region and back pains this evening, even extending into my L shoulder and arm. Even to the point of walking gingerly when out at the supermarket tonight. So if its not metastatic prostate cancer, just what is it then? Yesterday's doctor visit wasn't too helpful in elucidating a probable cause, so no doubt it is going to be a long running mystery tour. The MMS might be quelling the problem, as was paw-paw before it, but the back pains and the like keep coming back.
At the specialty grocery store on the way home from work today, a favorite time/circumstance and place to "get me" it seems. A mother and two children about 12 or so, block my egress in the aisles and so I take an alternate route to look at some more items, and then come back to the checkout (an interval of 3 minutes), and there they are still standing there at the blocking location. As I approach the checkout, why, they do too, and get ahead of me. And what is the whole point of all that? I have seen the step-ahead-of-me (queue augmenting) stunt so many times since all this shit began in 04-2002, but to have the obstructing party in obvious stand-there mode for 3 minutes in advance, takes the cake.
02-24-2017
Vineyard pruning all day, though the night was more eventful than usual. The assholes woke me twice to urinate, once more than "usual". The second time was memorable in that they put on some leg cramps, both in my thighs (unusual as the imposed cramps go), so I was in major pain while peeing. (But not from urinating). Then later in the night the perps put on this pain in my abdomen, an intense and focused one that just wouldn't go away for 10 minutes of agony.
Continuing spine and arm pains today, though a little more with a "healing" sensation. That would be akin to a pinched nerve, a long time perp favorite harassment method, except it runs from my hips upward on my back to one arm or the other. I have never had a pinched nerve that ran for three weeks and nor covered such a large region. Which still doesn't explain why I felt so crippled from yoga, twice, all those pelvic twistings and the like. Whether this is a passing perp imposition or another major health crisis, I don't know. In keeping with the latter scenario they ran planted notions as to what dialog would unfold in speaking with emergency physicians. I don't like hospitals, and so they seemed to revel in playing this in mind for much of the morning.
And what is it about some of my vineyard co-workers that they need to walk back to the end of their row and start their next row which "happens" to be near me? Normally, one finishes a row and starts on the next adjacent row end, no need to walk back and proceed in the same direction, E-W in this case. But as the perps are nuts over all my direction changes, why wouldn't they put on similar acts of perversity for my co-workers? Said co-worker also did a senseless back-and-forth, some 80' worth, while looking at his cell phone, while staring at text messages, and then returning to his row end. Fucking bizarre. The incidences of senseless cell phone stalking, with LED lighted display, as some kind of portable color reference are endless. Same thing "happened" a few days earlier at the adjacent winery when I entered there to take a forced piss a few days ago. The winemaker crosses my path five seconds in advance while looking at his lighted cell phone as I entered the building when there was no need for him to do so given the configuration of the building and phone access there.
Post Saturday work, having put in 4 hours to get my weekly hours to 40; I do a tan afterward as it is on the way. The "usual" crush in the waiting area on my exit, but none there when I arrived 20 min. earlier. On the way home, still only 3C outside, why, they put a negro kid in his soccer uniform, shorts no less, on the corner where I made my last turn, he being somehow "just standing there", rooted to the spot. Presumably he crossed my path after I made the turn. As mentioned many times, negroes are rare as hen's teeth here, and given the propensity of the perps to plant said skin tones in my proximity, it was just another (managed) coincidence IMHO. And it should not go unmentioned, that there are a considerable number of negroes in the TI community.
02-26-2017
Sunday, and a full day off. The generalized aches and pains of my pelvic region seem to have migrated to my shoulders, and causing pinched nerve-like symptoms down my arms. I see the bags under my eyes they gave me in 09-2016 are slowly abating. Just what that is about I have no idea.
Another checkout obstruction, this one online. After putting a half dozen items in a "shopping cart", why, a 504 gateway error suddenly erupts. And what is the point of that? To wait five minutes and then resume my activity? Disruption games are nothing new.
My big outing of the day was to get tea towels at a certain department store, as I am down one as the assholes seemed to have relieved me of one of the set in the last laundry. (One of their favorite situations to steal or sabotages my clothes and linens). Anyhow, another very large woman to finish off my week; probably some 240lb, and about 5'6". That she was blonde didn't go unnoticed, and she was even friendly instead of the usual scared shitless demeanor I get. And too, attentive, instead of looking the other way or otherwise being avoidant like my last experience at this same store.
Still afternoon on Sunday, but I am going to post this for the week and not get jerked into last minute postings. Or else screwed into "forgetting" for a few days. Anything interesting out there in the TI Universe? I don't get into it much; I do know a few credible TI's I can speak with, but their email and phone numbers aren't available to me. Funny how they don't bother to keep up.
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Sunday, February 26, 2017
Sunday, January 15, 2017
Amateur Electrician
01-09-2017
That would be me, amateur electrician, though I always do a professional job. I once took a house wiring course in the evening, taught by an electrician, and have always scrupulously followed the electrical code. I have in my house owning past installed 4-ways (two switches controlling two lights), 3-ways, a sub-panel, and a litany of switches and outlet boxes. And today, still at the First Feral Family house, I was at it again, as my perp-abetting mother needed an outlet near the top of the stairs for a night light to enable her to see the top of the stairs before descending. There isn't a decent overhead light, as it seems her vision is going. And as we all know, when it comes to renovations, even if limited to electrical ones, one project morphs into another.
And so it was; an install of the single gang electrical box, acquired at Home Depot in a mighty gangstalking scene yesterday, replete with blondes on cell phones with shopping carts reprising at both my aisle stops, and the inevitable shiftless and fugly dudes who parade behind them. (And who block the aisles and arrive for no seeming purpose). Actually, in "normal" perp keeping, they had me revisit the store again today, as the physical impossibility of cramming three connectors (marettes we call them here, but that is the manufacturer's name), and six conductors into a single gang box was nigh impossible. I looked up the "box fill" chart, and it was according to code for a 11 cubic inch box, but in TI World, where every possibility is exploited for maximum inconvenience and hassle, it wasn't doable. Besides, my mother had already had four AC plugs hanging off this single gang duplex receptacle, so I decided a two gang box with two duplex receptacles (4 outlets in all) was much better. And I got my box fill, and could jump the receptacles and avoid two connectors (marettes). It all worked better in the end, but what a grievous hassle it was.
Then the hassle was over getting the electrical box to fit in the wall straight, getting the receptacles plumb, getting the box positioned so the receptacles weren't sucked back into the wall, thwarting the inevitable push back from the springy conductors (normal), and many other adjustment problems. In the process, the assholes also made me grab the live outlet to get the characteristic AC tingle (electric shock) in the the fingers. Thanks assholes, I have done at least 200 hours of electrical work and I have never, ever, made that mistake before.
Then I get to repeat this electrical installation exercise again when back in Penticton in a few days see below), as they had me purchase ceiling mounted track and lighting. While the project was planted in mind for the last two years, I did not want to do this as it costs too much money. Lo, if there wasn't a local sale on lighting track and when making a phone inquiry, they seemed not to have it. But as the store was close to the irrigation store that I had just visited, I dropped by at the lighting shop and ended up with all the track, light heads and connecting boxes, all to pack back to Penticton in a few days time. The attractive blonde woman at the lighting shop put me onto the sales guy with the UK accent, who was a very decent and informative person. Then the near thing four days later when I wanted to get two more heads (light fixtures that fit on tracks), and bulbs; the attractive blonde woman was at the track section and got the UK guy again. Again, all was copesthetic with him.
Though the perps DO LOVE putting on UK accents around me; the BBC News of course, and dear Global Vancouver has a dishy new UK babe on the 6:00 news. Though I think they should of stuck with blonde AD, whom I just adore (and with a home grown accent).
And what exactly is it that so interests the perps so much in having me mess with household electrical wiring? The short answer is I don't know, but from what I can tell, by way of them pissing me off with finger fumbling, tool dropping and forced "forgets", they are interested in insulated sheathing and its colors, and all the associated wire stripping, revealing the copper wire and connecting the conductors. Woo-hoo; there are legions of electricians out there doing this work every day, and presumably the perps can surreptitiously follow them as they have done to me for my first 47 years, so what exactly is their interest? Again, I don't know, but given the perp's insane perseverance over showing me copper colored vehicles these 14.5 years of this abuse-athon, it might be about the copper color "vibe", and too, separating this from my interaction with the earth energies of this particular copper metal. Surely to fuck they have surveilled enough unaware subjects over the millennia wearing copper jewelry that they don't need to fuck with me over this? But no, the perps are utterly relentless, consistent and singular over whatever research objectives they have over copper, metals, and their electrification. And who knows how many times I handled copper ore samples by way of my youthful interest in geology, abetted by my father who was a geologist (though primarily in coal and oil).
I did the driving with my perp-abetting mother so she could acquire a walker, one she ordered last week. The perps pulled an advance hailstorm to line the roads with hail, still on the ground when she exited the store with her new walker. The perps went nuts with vehicular gangstalking once she exited the store; two Fuckwits parked broadside to the stalls, "causing" another two to get backed up behind them, all with this backdrop of hail still on the ground. Prior to that, a "warm up" to fuel the vehicle with a B-train fuel tanker "happening" to make a delivery and to force me to back up to the pump and was 10' away while fueling the vehicle. Then onward and stopping at HD, this time free of gangstalkers in the electrical department, but not at the checkouts which "happened" to have a customer surge (read gangstalking surge) when I arrived to pay. All to hold me up in attempting to pay, and haven't we done that at least a few thousand times since all the perps went beserk/overt on me in 04-2002?
I "happened" to encounter my former director at the MoF in my government forestry days,1990-1999 at the local LD store. These were the days of building software and a database for permanent sample plot data for forest growth and yield studies, a difficult project to say the least, as it took three attempts to get it nailed down with a system that was easy to maintain. Explicit rules and no hidden data meaning or black box subroutines was also part of the design criteria, coming from me, after witnessing the captive (and expensive) software maintenance situation that was endemic at the time.
Back to the "happenchance" meeting in the aisle of LD; he is coming at me head down and I didn't think anything of this person, just another gangstalker to negotiate around. Then he looks up to then identify me at the last instant, though by then I was looking past at him. It seemed so contrived, aka, arranged.
01-11-2016
I drove from Victoria to Penticton today, mastering the BC Ferry, then the lower mainland arterials (Greater Vancouver) to get to Ikea, then onto the new 17 route to then get to the Hwy 1 which took me out the Fraser Valley to Hope, and after a fuel up, onto Hwy 5 (the Coquihalla Pass), then to Merrit, then to the 97c route to the Penask Summit to Peachland and then to Penticton. This was in my mother's Ford Escape, now mine, as she has decided she cannot drive any more. I had the summer tires on board along with a bunch of my own stuff that was lingering at the First Feral Family house, and also, to prevent more theft by my light fingered brother in Kamloops. (He appears to have stolen my speakers from the crawl space two years ago, and my 4' electronic level and some kitchenware have gone missing in the last year).
So... here I was driving a brown interior-ed vehicle with a light metallic tan body, and with 4 tires on board. And we know who loves all things rubber, don't we? Sure enough, they put on a flatbed with a load of five over-width new large vehicle tires, 12' in diameter (maximum lane width). It took a while to pass this long vehicle as it was steep and I wanted to be sure that I didn't sideswipe his load, hanging out as it was.
01-12-2017
Back to getting things done in this town; banking and then onto getting my new eyeglasses, ones that had to be pulled and heated to get the frame to sit on my face straight. Not that the assholes had damaged the glasses any (unusual in all the history of wearing them), but that they just don't sit straight on my face right from the factory. So the old ones got fixed first as a practice round, and the new ones fixed second, the frames being identical, though both with slightly different modifications to have cable temples put on. Another game the assholes play is to have eyeglasses slip on my face all the time, and so I had to get them modified to deal with that bullshit, and the cable temples did a good job. Last year, one temple "failed" and was replaced and it then required a new custom cable. This made the temples asymmetrical (as they wouldn't use the one I supplied), a situation the perps constantly like to create. So today, I advance (in perp-think terms) to symmetrical temples on my eyeglasses frames, though the lenses are different.
My last pair of new eyeglasses got special perp attention in 2010, when they pulled this all-time ridiculous stunt of two men both wearing fedoras that came through the door as I was about to exit. Talk about a 1950's retro moment. Today, it was a blonde staff member trailed by a fugly elderly patient as my first sight after the frame adjustment person, who was very helpful (also blonde).
01-13-2017
The perp driven compulsion over getting my legs waxed again. The student from last time began, and then the instructor came around 10 minutes later and worked on the other leg at the same time. She and I talk about wineries and wines each time, and it is very convivial with a three year history of our mutual topical interests. She is very large, and when done, why, I get to see her oversized ass from my horizontal level while she is about to depart and consequently I look away. She then moves closer to me so I get to see her ass again. Funny how that "happens", these Unfavorable moments get reprised, often in close sequence (e.g. the grocery store stalkers who have an unerring habit of crossing my path in such predictable sequences- outside, inside near the windows, at the back of the store, perhaps a few more aisles, even the freezer cases, then at the checkout and then outside again).
Then onto getting a tan at the salon, after some back and forth appointment games, the attendant phoning me to say that she gave me the wrong time for the next customer. Don't ask me how one does that, but stranger things have "happened".
01-14-2017
I set the alarm for 0630h, and got screwed into a 0830h get-up time. Which meant the assholes fucked me out of attending the Okanagan Prostate Support Group meeting, the third such instance in succession since I attended my first meeting in October. Get this, the assholes give me prostate cancer and time it for the summer when there are no meetings (a two month planned hiatus), and then they finally allow me to attend an initial meeting in October. I planned to attend the next meeting in November they pull a Saturday work day, my only one of the 8 week winery gig. Then in December another gig ran late, and we worked Saturday. And then today's jerkaround. What fucking purpose does this serve? Having the victim attend one public meeting and then screwing them out of the next three in succession, all for a disease they gave the victim in the first place.
And what is it about obstructing me in creating and sending job resumes that is so important to the perps? One out of three I am batting tonight. A Monster managed HR site managed to lock me out over creating an "account", and then when I wanted to reset the password it would not take it. Then to contact someone, it sent me to the same page. Like, we did contingent infinite loops 20 years ago, where one fuckup (unknowingly made by the victim) then feeds into a loop that one cannot escape (error contingency). Bravo Monster; another resume submission thwarted. An alternative was to submit via Linked In, another sore spot due to perp fuckery, and lo, if that particular option didn't disappear when the job page was re-visited.
Depending on how you count it, I might be batting one out of four on job submissions; a colleague was to send me a job posting a week ago and didn't. Fine, and not the first time promised emails haven't arrived. I get a text message to say that he has sent it, and lo, if it didn't arrive. So what is it about job postings and applications that has to be obstructed all the time? I don't get it; they can obstruct me all they want and I would never know it, as sending an email could be easily intercepted without my knowledge. So why put me through this obvious fuckery?
Then onto a more home-grown/local vineyard job resume fuck up. This time, two jobs were sent by an email notice and no contact information for either of them.
Saturday, and laundry day today. The usual grimace from the co-owner woman, the chatty husband was his usual self. All to keep me wandering around with my change in my hand to hold me up from starting my loads. Later, strategic blocking by "customers" of my usual dryer, so I used a different one that squeaked like hell, and so got out and went home. When back, why, more strategic blocking, this time of the dryer I used. How anyone could approach me from 10' away, stop at 5' in a narrow aisle situation and not notice me (or anyone) and stand there dumbstruck (or more like it, faux dumbstruck) is beyond me. I have never encountered so many stupid assholes who pretend to inadvertently block egress until all this shit rained down on me since 04-2002.
01-15-2017
Sunday, and I got screwed into a 11 hour sleep, getting up at 1000h. Talk about punching a hole in my day, but we have done this before. And all the more in winter for some reason; they just love to lay on these extended sleeps. Not that my dreams were any pleasant either, and normally I don't remember them. Even if they have been more vivid since I started taking melatonin since 09-2016. The exception was last night (in dream) when for some reason they had someone fly out of their concert seat some 60' away, and the concert hall was populated, though no one was playing. This would violate their usual code of not having anyone witnessing their extra-conventional games, be it violating gravity or teleportation. I can assure you that I have never seen such an egregious variance of what the perps permit me to see, and it is all the more curious that it would show up in my dreams. As mentioned many times, I have come to know that dreams can be accessed by the perps at will, and they will plant whatever they want me to see. For what purpose, I have no idea.
Back to being amateur electrician again today, though it was more of a home modification job. It was putting up 20' of track in three segments, a T shape, the top of the T sitting 15" parallel to a wall, and the middle segment feeding it from 8' away from a what was as central living room light. This particular light had pathetic light output, and the two 6' segments along the wall now with four spot lamps provide this here desk with some much needed illumination. I must say, it all looks grand, now with adequate illumination over my work area, and added floods that fill the living room. All in LED lamps, and a decent 3000K color temperature. Well done, even if must thank the perps for that one.
The lighting project wasn't without infernal perp harassment though; they pulled screwdrivers from my hands once I was standing on the chair, twice over one screw even, and some major confusion over cutting the track to length. At least two screamings at them every five minutes or so. This was a 7 hour job. It could of been worse they like to tell me, and could of cognitively clobbered all the more. Forget about being allowed to do any jobs that require fine motor control assembly. They also pulled some faux electrocution games, where the wire end somehow tingled me (one finger), and they even did this when grabbing the unpowered track connector through two fingers on one hand. I tested the conductors at least twice to ensure that the power was off, and still the asshole applied these faux electrocution games. Perhaps they were reprising the sensation of being electrocuted through my fingers, in the above mentioned prior wiring job.
Anyhow, this is it for the week, and I will post this to close it off.
That would be me, amateur electrician, though I always do a professional job. I once took a house wiring course in the evening, taught by an electrician, and have always scrupulously followed the electrical code. I have in my house owning past installed 4-ways (two switches controlling two lights), 3-ways, a sub-panel, and a litany of switches and outlet boxes. And today, still at the First Feral Family house, I was at it again, as my perp-abetting mother needed an outlet near the top of the stairs for a night light to enable her to see the top of the stairs before descending. There isn't a decent overhead light, as it seems her vision is going. And as we all know, when it comes to renovations, even if limited to electrical ones, one project morphs into another.
And so it was; an install of the single gang electrical box, acquired at Home Depot in a mighty gangstalking scene yesterday, replete with blondes on cell phones with shopping carts reprising at both my aisle stops, and the inevitable shiftless and fugly dudes who parade behind them. (And who block the aisles and arrive for no seeming purpose). Actually, in "normal" perp keeping, they had me revisit the store again today, as the physical impossibility of cramming three connectors (marettes we call them here, but that is the manufacturer's name), and six conductors into a single gang box was nigh impossible. I looked up the "box fill" chart, and it was according to code for a 11 cubic inch box, but in TI World, where every possibility is exploited for maximum inconvenience and hassle, it wasn't doable. Besides, my mother had already had four AC plugs hanging off this single gang duplex receptacle, so I decided a two gang box with two duplex receptacles (4 outlets in all) was much better. And I got my box fill, and could jump the receptacles and avoid two connectors (marettes). It all worked better in the end, but what a grievous hassle it was.
Then the hassle was over getting the electrical box to fit in the wall straight, getting the receptacles plumb, getting the box positioned so the receptacles weren't sucked back into the wall, thwarting the inevitable push back from the springy conductors (normal), and many other adjustment problems. In the process, the assholes also made me grab the live outlet to get the characteristic AC tingle (electric shock) in the the fingers. Thanks assholes, I have done at least 200 hours of electrical work and I have never, ever, made that mistake before.
Then I get to repeat this electrical installation exercise again when back in Penticton in a few days see below), as they had me purchase ceiling mounted track and lighting. While the project was planted in mind for the last two years, I did not want to do this as it costs too much money. Lo, if there wasn't a local sale on lighting track and when making a phone inquiry, they seemed not to have it. But as the store was close to the irrigation store that I had just visited, I dropped by at the lighting shop and ended up with all the track, light heads and connecting boxes, all to pack back to Penticton in a few days time. The attractive blonde woman at the lighting shop put me onto the sales guy with the UK accent, who was a very decent and informative person. Then the near thing four days later when I wanted to get two more heads (light fixtures that fit on tracks), and bulbs; the attractive blonde woman was at the track section and got the UK guy again. Again, all was copesthetic with him.
Though the perps DO LOVE putting on UK accents around me; the BBC News of course, and dear Global Vancouver has a dishy new UK babe on the 6:00 news. Though I think they should of stuck with blonde AD, whom I just adore (and with a home grown accent).
And what exactly is it that so interests the perps so much in having me mess with household electrical wiring? The short answer is I don't know, but from what I can tell, by way of them pissing me off with finger fumbling, tool dropping and forced "forgets", they are interested in insulated sheathing and its colors, and all the associated wire stripping, revealing the copper wire and connecting the conductors. Woo-hoo; there are legions of electricians out there doing this work every day, and presumably the perps can surreptitiously follow them as they have done to me for my first 47 years, so what exactly is their interest? Again, I don't know, but given the perp's insane perseverance over showing me copper colored vehicles these 14.5 years of this abuse-athon, it might be about the copper color "vibe", and too, separating this from my interaction with the earth energies of this particular copper metal. Surely to fuck they have surveilled enough unaware subjects over the millennia wearing copper jewelry that they don't need to fuck with me over this? But no, the perps are utterly relentless, consistent and singular over whatever research objectives they have over copper, metals, and their electrification. And who knows how many times I handled copper ore samples by way of my youthful interest in geology, abetted by my father who was a geologist (though primarily in coal and oil).
I did the driving with my perp-abetting mother so she could acquire a walker, one she ordered last week. The perps pulled an advance hailstorm to line the roads with hail, still on the ground when she exited the store with her new walker. The perps went nuts with vehicular gangstalking once she exited the store; two Fuckwits parked broadside to the stalls, "causing" another two to get backed up behind them, all with this backdrop of hail still on the ground. Prior to that, a "warm up" to fuel the vehicle with a B-train fuel tanker "happening" to make a delivery and to force me to back up to the pump and was 10' away while fueling the vehicle. Then onward and stopping at HD, this time free of gangstalkers in the electrical department, but not at the checkouts which "happened" to have a customer surge (read gangstalking surge) when I arrived to pay. All to hold me up in attempting to pay, and haven't we done that at least a few thousand times since all the perps went beserk/overt on me in 04-2002?
I "happened" to encounter my former director at the MoF in my government forestry days,1990-1999 at the local LD store. These were the days of building software and a database for permanent sample plot data for forest growth and yield studies, a difficult project to say the least, as it took three attempts to get it nailed down with a system that was easy to maintain. Explicit rules and no hidden data meaning or black box subroutines was also part of the design criteria, coming from me, after witnessing the captive (and expensive) software maintenance situation that was endemic at the time.
Back to the "happenchance" meeting in the aisle of LD; he is coming at me head down and I didn't think anything of this person, just another gangstalker to negotiate around. Then he looks up to then identify me at the last instant, though by then I was looking past at him. It seemed so contrived, aka, arranged.
01-11-2016
I drove from Victoria to Penticton today, mastering the BC Ferry, then the lower mainland arterials (Greater Vancouver) to get to Ikea, then onto the new 17 route to then get to the Hwy 1 which took me out the Fraser Valley to Hope, and after a fuel up, onto Hwy 5 (the Coquihalla Pass), then to Merrit, then to the 97c route to the Penask Summit to Peachland and then to Penticton. This was in my mother's Ford Escape, now mine, as she has decided she cannot drive any more. I had the summer tires on board along with a bunch of my own stuff that was lingering at the First Feral Family house, and also, to prevent more theft by my light fingered brother in Kamloops. (He appears to have stolen my speakers from the crawl space two years ago, and my 4' electronic level and some kitchenware have gone missing in the last year).
So... here I was driving a brown interior-ed vehicle with a light metallic tan body, and with 4 tires on board. And we know who loves all things rubber, don't we? Sure enough, they put on a flatbed with a load of five over-width new large vehicle tires, 12' in diameter (maximum lane width). It took a while to pass this long vehicle as it was steep and I wanted to be sure that I didn't sideswipe his load, hanging out as it was.
01-12-2017
Back to getting things done in this town; banking and then onto getting my new eyeglasses, ones that had to be pulled and heated to get the frame to sit on my face straight. Not that the assholes had damaged the glasses any (unusual in all the history of wearing them), but that they just don't sit straight on my face right from the factory. So the old ones got fixed first as a practice round, and the new ones fixed second, the frames being identical, though both with slightly different modifications to have cable temples put on. Another game the assholes play is to have eyeglasses slip on my face all the time, and so I had to get them modified to deal with that bullshit, and the cable temples did a good job. Last year, one temple "failed" and was replaced and it then required a new custom cable. This made the temples asymmetrical (as they wouldn't use the one I supplied), a situation the perps constantly like to create. So today, I advance (in perp-think terms) to symmetrical temples on my eyeglasses frames, though the lenses are different.
My last pair of new eyeglasses got special perp attention in 2010, when they pulled this all-time ridiculous stunt of two men both wearing fedoras that came through the door as I was about to exit. Talk about a 1950's retro moment. Today, it was a blonde staff member trailed by a fugly elderly patient as my first sight after the frame adjustment person, who was very helpful (also blonde).
01-13-2017
The perp driven compulsion over getting my legs waxed again. The student from last time began, and then the instructor came around 10 minutes later and worked on the other leg at the same time. She and I talk about wineries and wines each time, and it is very convivial with a three year history of our mutual topical interests. She is very large, and when done, why, I get to see her oversized ass from my horizontal level while she is about to depart and consequently I look away. She then moves closer to me so I get to see her ass again. Funny how that "happens", these Unfavorable moments get reprised, often in close sequence (e.g. the grocery store stalkers who have an unerring habit of crossing my path in such predictable sequences- outside, inside near the windows, at the back of the store, perhaps a few more aisles, even the freezer cases, then at the checkout and then outside again).
Then onto getting a tan at the salon, after some back and forth appointment games, the attendant phoning me to say that she gave me the wrong time for the next customer. Don't ask me how one does that, but stranger things have "happened".
01-14-2017
I set the alarm for 0630h, and got screwed into a 0830h get-up time. Which meant the assholes fucked me out of attending the Okanagan Prostate Support Group meeting, the third such instance in succession since I attended my first meeting in October. Get this, the assholes give me prostate cancer and time it for the summer when there are no meetings (a two month planned hiatus), and then they finally allow me to attend an initial meeting in October. I planned to attend the next meeting in November they pull a Saturday work day, my only one of the 8 week winery gig. Then in December another gig ran late, and we worked Saturday. And then today's jerkaround. What fucking purpose does this serve? Having the victim attend one public meeting and then screwing them out of the next three in succession, all for a disease they gave the victim in the first place.
And what is it about obstructing me in creating and sending job resumes that is so important to the perps? One out of three I am batting tonight. A Monster managed HR site managed to lock me out over creating an "account", and then when I wanted to reset the password it would not take it. Then to contact someone, it sent me to the same page. Like, we did contingent infinite loops 20 years ago, where one fuckup (unknowingly made by the victim) then feeds into a loop that one cannot escape (error contingency). Bravo Monster; another resume submission thwarted. An alternative was to submit via Linked In, another sore spot due to perp fuckery, and lo, if that particular option didn't disappear when the job page was re-visited.
Depending on how you count it, I might be batting one out of four on job submissions; a colleague was to send me a job posting a week ago and didn't. Fine, and not the first time promised emails haven't arrived. I get a text message to say that he has sent it, and lo, if it didn't arrive. So what is it about job postings and applications that has to be obstructed all the time? I don't get it; they can obstruct me all they want and I would never know it, as sending an email could be easily intercepted without my knowledge. So why put me through this obvious fuckery?
Then onto a more home-grown/local vineyard job resume fuck up. This time, two jobs were sent by an email notice and no contact information for either of them.
Saturday, and laundry day today. The usual grimace from the co-owner woman, the chatty husband was his usual self. All to keep me wandering around with my change in my hand to hold me up from starting my loads. Later, strategic blocking by "customers" of my usual dryer, so I used a different one that squeaked like hell, and so got out and went home. When back, why, more strategic blocking, this time of the dryer I used. How anyone could approach me from 10' away, stop at 5' in a narrow aisle situation and not notice me (or anyone) and stand there dumbstruck (or more like it, faux dumbstruck) is beyond me. I have never encountered so many stupid assholes who pretend to inadvertently block egress until all this shit rained down on me since 04-2002.
01-15-2017
Sunday, and I got screwed into a 11 hour sleep, getting up at 1000h. Talk about punching a hole in my day, but we have done this before. And all the more in winter for some reason; they just love to lay on these extended sleeps. Not that my dreams were any pleasant either, and normally I don't remember them. Even if they have been more vivid since I started taking melatonin since 09-2016. The exception was last night (in dream) when for some reason they had someone fly out of their concert seat some 60' away, and the concert hall was populated, though no one was playing. This would violate their usual code of not having anyone witnessing their extra-conventional games, be it violating gravity or teleportation. I can assure you that I have never seen such an egregious variance of what the perps permit me to see, and it is all the more curious that it would show up in my dreams. As mentioned many times, I have come to know that dreams can be accessed by the perps at will, and they will plant whatever they want me to see. For what purpose, I have no idea.
Back to being amateur electrician again today, though it was more of a home modification job. It was putting up 20' of track in three segments, a T shape, the top of the T sitting 15" parallel to a wall, and the middle segment feeding it from 8' away from a what was as central living room light. This particular light had pathetic light output, and the two 6' segments along the wall now with four spot lamps provide this here desk with some much needed illumination. I must say, it all looks grand, now with adequate illumination over my work area, and added floods that fill the living room. All in LED lamps, and a decent 3000K color temperature. Well done, even if must thank the perps for that one.
The lighting project wasn't without infernal perp harassment though; they pulled screwdrivers from my hands once I was standing on the chair, twice over one screw even, and some major confusion over cutting the track to length. At least two screamings at them every five minutes or so. This was a 7 hour job. It could of been worse they like to tell me, and could of cognitively clobbered all the more. Forget about being allowed to do any jobs that require fine motor control assembly. They also pulled some faux electrocution games, where the wire end somehow tingled me (one finger), and they even did this when grabbing the unpowered track connector through two fingers on one hand. I tested the conductors at least twice to ensure that the power was off, and still the asshole applied these faux electrocution games. Perhaps they were reprising the sensation of being electrocuted through my fingers, in the above mentioned prior wiring job.
Anyhow, this is it for the week, and I will post this to close it off.
Monday, July 21, 2014
Local Dimming
07-15-2014
Global dimming, has now gone local with much haze in the air these past few days. This particular local flavor is hot weather (35 to 38C) without the usual solar radiation level to make it that way. Have I not mentioned the many times the perps introduce cloud or sun, or even alternate them over a minute or so? And that combined with skin exposure, tanning from my perspective, means they get to reduce the skin exposure on me (and everyone else in this locale), and still keep me plenty hot.
I cancelled out on going to yoga yesterday due to the gross "anal play" games the perps put on, as I was concerned they would pull this same stunt there. This was "decided" (read, planted ideation) when I was in my clothes ready for yoga. After a few hours I felt OK about going out to LD and that no further mess would leak out, and lo, if the darling pixie yoga instructor wasn't there in LD doing some shopping before she headed off to the smaller town she lives in with her family. She said she missed me in class (I never believe this statement from anyone, not even her, owing to my orchestrated circumstances), and I supplied a lame ass reason for not going, in my yoga clothes no less. And lo, if we didn't cross paths in the aisle, then the checkout, and I also saw her departing in the parking lot. All those reprise gangstalking events are commonplace nowadays, seeing certain stalkers in all those locations on any given shopping outing.
Then to the laundry to deal with the shit and blood from yesterdays perp anal games. Six pairs of underwear, one sheet, three pairs of shorts and one pair of track pants got laundered to deal with this problem. Laundry on a Tuesday is rare, so the perps decided to arrange a fire truck and ambulance to circle the laundromat and put on some kind of "event" at the adjacent golf course.
The dude/owner at the laundromat pulled a strange stunt, supposedly grabbing something 2" from me when he was 4' away while we were chatting. (He was keeping me from heading out the door). And this was the non-freak laundromat, but no more, they put on some freaks to foul the place, tattoos up and down arms, male long hair, a huge load (10 plastic bags of laundry) etc.
07-16-2014
Vineyard work today; more heat 35C, but more dimming due to smoke haze. even a local forest fire, Mt Boucherie. One good thing the perps did to me was improve my hot weather capabilities. Formerly, until about 2006, if it was 26C or higher, I was totally wiped out by the heat and couldn't function very well. Now, I barely notice it is 36C and am doing just fine in open sunlit vineyard work. Am I supposed to thank the assholes for that one, of say five, major body improvements they have made in this 12 year long (and counting) fucking relentless abusive streak? I say NO; it was done to me and I didn't request it. (Nor did I know such physiological capabilities could be modified by remote means).
A totally unneeded post dinner shopping trip with $31 spent on chocolate. A Fat Folk freak show at the LD cashier, almost as bad as last visit to Walmart; step-in-my-way stunts, the waiting "customers" ahead and behind me both go the new cashier that "happened" to open up, after creating a backup at the only cashier in the first place. My, how attentive they are to opening up new checkouts, but why aren't they so attentive in stopping these checkout lineups in the first place? I had salad and canned salmon for dinner, so maybe that was the reason they went stalking nuts at the LD store tonight.
Had some more cherries off the tree, and lo, if the perps didn't start up their anal play games an hour later. No deposits/mess etc. thankfully, though I was discouraged from stopping on the way home.
And what is with all the people cluster fuck at Skaha beach? Normally when I drive by at the end of the day everyone is scattered at seeming random all over the beach with umbrellas, chairs etc. Now, they are all arranged within 30' of the water's edge in a line, with 100' of intervening empty beach. Bizarre, and now second day of this ridiculous public insanity display.
I see the perps have blocked my access to Chrome again, the only browser of three that will display my email in readable form, Firefox and IE are corrupted in the same way, all the graphics and their positional coordinates are stripped out and all I get is text listed down the L side of the display. Here we are in 2014, with an HTML email, and two market leading browser "puke" to make it dysfunctional. Or, it gets mangled by undeclared (to me) parties who like to mess with my email access just when I want to send a message to someone.
07-17-2014
A day of tucking vines in the vineyard; this is a very vigorous growing site, and this is the third time through. Also the productivity mysteries continues; a given row of vines doesn't look like it would be too much to tuck, say an hour. But no, it takes two hours. I try and stick to basics and not do anything extra, and lo, if I don't get one side done in 30 min. instead of an hour. Just when I was to self-declare that this job takes an hour a side, why, somehow I get a side done in half an hour. At times I feel getting bogged down, and know the perps are screwing me somehow, but I cannot understand why this job is taking so long. They must interfere with one's cerebellum, the back part of the brain that deals with timing, passage of time and coordinating actions with aims.
A few new forest fires aren't far away, and with Penticton airport being a tanker base, there is plenty of air tanker arrivals and departures, as in aircraft noise and activity, a frequent feature of being kept in this rabbit hole. Plus, the aircraft are marked in white and red and their tank is loaded with a red slurry to drop onto the fire.
Per usual, the sunlight games continued; some light cloud, some haze, turn it on when I am working on the vines, and while bent over doing some tucking low down, why, the sun goes behind a cloud and a dimmer scene awaits when I get back to standing. Exciting times as prisoner in disguise.
07-18-2014
Friday, much the same as yesterday. I went to the doctor to get my prescriptions filled after work. This seemed to precipitate a freak show of the shiftless elder males with prominent guts hanging forth. Not only that, they wore solid color red, pink and orange shirts. I suppose if thereis one thing worse than being cast in a Fellini movie (freak show, my usual analogy), it must be the casting call for all those who think they are freakish enough to audition.
There was even a brown uniformed UPS Fuckwit hovering near the chocolate I wanted to purchase, so I decided to screw it. After getting out of LD and the cashier obstruction with a flush of Fuckwits, why, the doctor who attended me for the Rx 10 minutes earlier, "happened" to be gangstalking my ass on my exit from the LD store. Another fine coincidence.
And another coincidence was a yellow shirted Fuckwit that was hounding my ass in HH (hardware store where they wear these fugly red shirts) just "happened" to be stalking my ass again 10 minutes later at theBay when I got skunked on finding a slotted serving spoon. Said serving spoon seems to be the latest "unobtainium" item. It has been pissing me off for the last year I don't have a slotted serving spoon to let the liquid drain from the just cooked food, and all I want is a stainless steel one. I think I have been to five stores in the last month, and none has one. I looked on Amazon.ca, lame brother to Amazon.com but without the heavy shipping costs, and could not find what I wanted. The perps like to do this; arrange for a item for me to "need", or at least covet, and then send me to different vendors all to not find the item. Just hilarious this game, and all the better (for the perps) is when I do find the item and not use it, or need it, anywhere as much as I had "thought" (read, planted ideations).
07-19-2014
Saturday, and regular laundry, with gratuitous HD noise/drivebys, and severe vehicular stalking was when I attempted to go to the bank downtown, getting skunked for a parking spot, including the bank's own lot. I decided to screw it, and lo, severe vehicular stalking on my way back.
I got whacked for a 3 hour nap attack just before lunch. I was reading a memoir, and then the sleep "need" came on and I thought it would be less than an hour lie down and have a later lunch. But no, it was 1530h before I got up, and per usual, need a shot of tea and chocolate to fully come round. And note, I had two extra hours of sleep overnight, not setting the alarm this morning. In other words, it wasn't a sleep deficit problem, but a remotely invoked tiredness.
And the "need-it-but-cannot-have-it" games over a stainless steel slotted serving spoon continue. I was looking for a work belt pouch in a popular Canadian chain of hardware where they also wear red shirts, and "happened" to come across the kitchen aisle. Nice Kitchenaid utensils, including ss serving spoons, but no slotted spoon for crissakes. It is going to be another "when it happens" purchase, because there aren't any more locations to go to. No dedicated kitchen shops in this town, but that is OK.
07-20-2014
Sunday, another mid-day whack in attempting for a nap attack, only an hour. I spent three hours attempting to get my DVD player to see my music files, but to no avail. All those hi-fi products with $3k music servers (a computer) that DO connect to their own hardware seamlessly is the smarter way to go instead of separates via Windows (doesn't support BluRay for crissakes) if money is of no concern. But it is for this TI, as I have been beaten down financially so often, by the ex twice before all this harassment went overt, and again by her over the divorce and the recent smackdown of the past few blog postings.
Global dimming, has now gone local with much haze in the air these past few days. This particular local flavor is hot weather (35 to 38C) without the usual solar radiation level to make it that way. Have I not mentioned the many times the perps introduce cloud or sun, or even alternate them over a minute or so? And that combined with skin exposure, tanning from my perspective, means they get to reduce the skin exposure on me (and everyone else in this locale), and still keep me plenty hot.
I cancelled out on going to yoga yesterday due to the gross "anal play" games the perps put on, as I was concerned they would pull this same stunt there. This was "decided" (read, planted ideation) when I was in my clothes ready for yoga. After a few hours I felt OK about going out to LD and that no further mess would leak out, and lo, if the darling pixie yoga instructor wasn't there in LD doing some shopping before she headed off to the smaller town she lives in with her family. She said she missed me in class (I never believe this statement from anyone, not even her, owing to my orchestrated circumstances), and I supplied a lame ass reason for not going, in my yoga clothes no less. And lo, if we didn't cross paths in the aisle, then the checkout, and I also saw her departing in the parking lot. All those reprise gangstalking events are commonplace nowadays, seeing certain stalkers in all those locations on any given shopping outing.
Then to the laundry to deal with the shit and blood from yesterdays perp anal games. Six pairs of underwear, one sheet, three pairs of shorts and one pair of track pants got laundered to deal with this problem. Laundry on a Tuesday is rare, so the perps decided to arrange a fire truck and ambulance to circle the laundromat and put on some kind of "event" at the adjacent golf course.
The dude/owner at the laundromat pulled a strange stunt, supposedly grabbing something 2" from me when he was 4' away while we were chatting. (He was keeping me from heading out the door). And this was the non-freak laundromat, but no more, they put on some freaks to foul the place, tattoos up and down arms, male long hair, a huge load (10 plastic bags of laundry) etc.
07-16-2014
Vineyard work today; more heat 35C, but more dimming due to smoke haze. even a local forest fire, Mt Boucherie. One good thing the perps did to me was improve my hot weather capabilities. Formerly, until about 2006, if it was 26C or higher, I was totally wiped out by the heat and couldn't function very well. Now, I barely notice it is 36C and am doing just fine in open sunlit vineyard work. Am I supposed to thank the assholes for that one, of say five, major body improvements they have made in this 12 year long (and counting) fucking relentless abusive streak? I say NO; it was done to me and I didn't request it. (Nor did I know such physiological capabilities could be modified by remote means).
A totally unneeded post dinner shopping trip with $31 spent on chocolate. A Fat Folk freak show at the LD cashier, almost as bad as last visit to Walmart; step-in-my-way stunts, the waiting "customers" ahead and behind me both go the new cashier that "happened" to open up, after creating a backup at the only cashier in the first place. My, how attentive they are to opening up new checkouts, but why aren't they so attentive in stopping these checkout lineups in the first place? I had salad and canned salmon for dinner, so maybe that was the reason they went stalking nuts at the LD store tonight.
Had some more cherries off the tree, and lo, if the perps didn't start up their anal play games an hour later. No deposits/mess etc. thankfully, though I was discouraged from stopping on the way home.
And what is with all the people cluster fuck at Skaha beach? Normally when I drive by at the end of the day everyone is scattered at seeming random all over the beach with umbrellas, chairs etc. Now, they are all arranged within 30' of the water's edge in a line, with 100' of intervening empty beach. Bizarre, and now second day of this ridiculous public insanity display.
I see the perps have blocked my access to Chrome again, the only browser of three that will display my email in readable form, Firefox and IE are corrupted in the same way, all the graphics and their positional coordinates are stripped out and all I get is text listed down the L side of the display. Here we are in 2014, with an HTML email, and two market leading browser "puke" to make it dysfunctional. Or, it gets mangled by undeclared (to me) parties who like to mess with my email access just when I want to send a message to someone.
07-17-2014
A day of tucking vines in the vineyard; this is a very vigorous growing site, and this is the third time through. Also the productivity mysteries continues; a given row of vines doesn't look like it would be too much to tuck, say an hour. But no, it takes two hours. I try and stick to basics and not do anything extra, and lo, if I don't get one side done in 30 min. instead of an hour. Just when I was to self-declare that this job takes an hour a side, why, somehow I get a side done in half an hour. At times I feel getting bogged down, and know the perps are screwing me somehow, but I cannot understand why this job is taking so long. They must interfere with one's cerebellum, the back part of the brain that deals with timing, passage of time and coordinating actions with aims.
A few new forest fires aren't far away, and with Penticton airport being a tanker base, there is plenty of air tanker arrivals and departures, as in aircraft noise and activity, a frequent feature of being kept in this rabbit hole. Plus, the aircraft are marked in white and red and their tank is loaded with a red slurry to drop onto the fire.
Per usual, the sunlight games continued; some light cloud, some haze, turn it on when I am working on the vines, and while bent over doing some tucking low down, why, the sun goes behind a cloud and a dimmer scene awaits when I get back to standing. Exciting times as prisoner in disguise.
07-18-2014
Friday, much the same as yesterday. I went to the doctor to get my prescriptions filled after work. This seemed to precipitate a freak show of the shiftless elder males with prominent guts hanging forth. Not only that, they wore solid color red, pink and orange shirts. I suppose if thereis one thing worse than being cast in a Fellini movie (freak show, my usual analogy), it must be the casting call for all those who think they are freakish enough to audition.
There was even a brown uniformed UPS Fuckwit hovering near the chocolate I wanted to purchase, so I decided to screw it. After getting out of LD and the cashier obstruction with a flush of Fuckwits, why, the doctor who attended me for the Rx 10 minutes earlier, "happened" to be gangstalking my ass on my exit from the LD store. Another fine coincidence.
And another coincidence was a yellow shirted Fuckwit that was hounding my ass in HH (hardware store where they wear these fugly red shirts) just "happened" to be stalking my ass again 10 minutes later at theBay when I got skunked on finding a slotted serving spoon. Said serving spoon seems to be the latest "unobtainium" item. It has been pissing me off for the last year I don't have a slotted serving spoon to let the liquid drain from the just cooked food, and all I want is a stainless steel one. I think I have been to five stores in the last month, and none has one. I looked on Amazon.ca, lame brother to Amazon.com but without the heavy shipping costs, and could not find what I wanted. The perps like to do this; arrange for a item for me to "need", or at least covet, and then send me to different vendors all to not find the item. Just hilarious this game, and all the better (for the perps) is when I do find the item and not use it, or need it, anywhere as much as I had "thought" (read, planted ideations).
07-19-2014
Saturday, and regular laundry, with gratuitous HD noise/drivebys, and severe vehicular stalking was when I attempted to go to the bank downtown, getting skunked for a parking spot, including the bank's own lot. I decided to screw it, and lo, severe vehicular stalking on my way back.
I got whacked for a 3 hour nap attack just before lunch. I was reading a memoir, and then the sleep "need" came on and I thought it would be less than an hour lie down and have a later lunch. But no, it was 1530h before I got up, and per usual, need a shot of tea and chocolate to fully come round. And note, I had two extra hours of sleep overnight, not setting the alarm this morning. In other words, it wasn't a sleep deficit problem, but a remotely invoked tiredness.
And the "need-it-but-cannot-have-it" games over a stainless steel slotted serving spoon continue. I was looking for a work belt pouch in a popular Canadian chain of hardware where they also wear red shirts, and "happened" to come across the kitchen aisle. Nice Kitchenaid utensils, including ss serving spoons, but no slotted spoon for crissakes. It is going to be another "when it happens" purchase, because there aren't any more locations to go to. No dedicated kitchen shops in this town, but that is OK.
07-20-2014
Sunday, another mid-day whack in attempting for a nap attack, only an hour. I spent three hours attempting to get my DVD player to see my music files, but to no avail. All those hi-fi products with $3k music servers (a computer) that DO connect to their own hardware seamlessly is the smarter way to go instead of separates via Windows (doesn't support BluRay for crissakes) if money is of no concern. But it is for this TI, as I have been beaten down financially so often, by the ex twice before all this harassment went overt, and again by her over the divorce and the recent smackdown of the past few blog postings.
Sunday, March 02, 2014
Screwed Again
02-25-2014
And what is it that is so important to the size of machine screws of late that the perps replayed a jerkaround of a month ago, also adroitly deleting my recall that they already pulled this same stunt before. The drying rack for clothes that don't need/don't want to be dried in a dryer was being loaded in my vehicle, and while doing so there was a flash of light and one corner of it fell apart. The simulated event was that a loose screw flew off, never to be found again. But there was no way it was loose as it would of been noticed, and drop to the ground, possibly with a little noise. But it was gone, though the associated nylon washer was found. I dutifully go to the big box hardware store and select what I think is the right size (#8), and when home, lo, if it isn't too big. Later I examine the screw, and cannot figure out why it wouldn't fit. Some weeks later, using the compromised drying rack all the while, I am allowed to re-start attending to getting it fixed. I get some screw gauges to figure out if it is metric, or US standard, using an adjacent screw. I figure it out, go to the big box store again and procure some screws, and lo, if they aren't the wrong size again (#8), and lo, if they aren't the same as the first set that was wiped from my recall, as I don't usually forget these things. Finally, the perps let me discover that the corner screws are one size smaller (#6) than the adjacent screws, and now another stall-out, aided by snowfall for the past two days, to get the correct size. And for what fucking purpose does this serve to abuse a victim twice, deploying telekinetic sabotage, in getting the wrong size of replacement screw, by way of remotely imposed recall deletion, twice with an intervening duration of four weeks? And we aren't done yet, as it just could be that the very screw size I need (#6) is out of stock, another favorite perp stunt.
Drying rack with the L side rod end missing the screw that strangely ejected/disappeared when I was loading this into my vehicle.
And more silly shit over screws, as there was a go-round of screws (same #8 size), with a pilot tip, and clip nuts to get another perp project started, this infernal server rack that is to house stereo gear and PC both, getting "converged" as it were. There were web sites that had pilot tipped #8 screws but not the clip nuts, and vice versa, and none in Canada, so I had to order some from an outfit in Texas along with a stiff shipping bill. Thank you assholes.
And what is the point of jerking me around over getting a discount at the local organics store that has 20% off everything on the last Wednesday of every month. Of course they deleted any notion of this monthly event I rarely fail to take up, and had me go in a day early and pay full price. Yes, it is a zoo in there on these particular Wednesdays, but for saving 20% it is bearable. And the next day, why, I had an errand to do that took me two blocks away, still not allowed to know it was the discount day.
Two snowfalls these past two days, meaning that I couldn't drive up the hill to the vineyard. The first day I got a ride from the vineyard manager who was also my viticulture instructor of two years ago. The next day, I got a ride from one of the cellar workers at the same vineyard, one who I hadn't met before. Kind of her (it seemed) to offer me a ride, but as always, there isn't a single instant I am not kept in this arranged circus, aka Potemkin Village.
02-26-2013
Another "ride" to the vineyard, the third day of impassible road, this time getting to the gate on foot when the cleaning lady arrived, and she gave me a ride down the driveway.
Tonight, some 2.5 hours of messing around over port forwarding rules in the router, and lo, if Synology doesn't have my specific router in their approved list, creating more translational hell in attempting to get their support to login and find what causes it to disconnect, even if all seems OK until an application is run.
The job interview I had last week has come to naught; but at least I got an email instead of nothing, as has happened in the past. Some five days of planted stupid ideations of getting the job, informing my current employer, imagining me doing the job etc. has finally ended.
02-27-2014
Vineyard pruning today, and the f--g dog barking most of the day; the dog isn't barking at anything particular, it just sounds off. There was a biddy close to the fence, and the dog got fussed about her heading up the hill, and lo, if two minutes later she isn't coming back down for crissakes. And she put on the preying mantis walk going uphill, with horizontal forearms and the hands hanging down, alternating bringing them forward, -totally ridiculous. When she was coming back downhill, the arm flinging walk was put on instead. Go figure
Said dog doesn't like negroes or turbans says the owner. And from my experience, doesn't like male skinheads either. Funny that, the dog dislikes some of my Unfavoreds.
I got the screws for the above mentioned clothes dryer at the big box store, and what a gangstalk scene, followed by blatant obstruction at the exit for crissakes. The biddy stalk too; just sitting there in the store on a bench seat nattering, and then tailing me to the checkout while the spouse of one was ahead of me. Which begs the question; how did she know when to come to the checkout and meet up with spouse who was finishing up? That she was with two other biddy pals who walked out the entrance (somehow, they knew how to get the sliding doors to work for them), seems all the more odd. Husband of biddy had his 6' vinyl coving (or whatever it was), and laid down along the checkout and projecting beyond it some 2' close to me. Then the cashier moved them toward me, making out that she was unaware how long they were, giving me cause to being alerted as to an impending impalement.
Insane amounts of telekinetic abuse tonight, screaming at them at least 40x; blocking my email composition and then sending the email prematurely, then blocking me from opening the reply up so I can continue with my dialog over this Synology NAS. Then the assholes have fucked Yahoo, so I don't know if something was sent or not as Drafts and Sent get blended together. In the conventional world they call this "new features" or an "upgrade", but in TI World, it is purposeful directed sabotage of familiar function to FUD the victim some more, as 11.5 years of this insane psychopathic abuse isn't enough. Go figure. Plus all the "usual" provocations; poking me in the fingers and hands, also on my nipples, one of their favorite body regions for gratuitous touches from unseen force fields.
Finally, some forward progess on getting my LAN working; it so "happens" the Cisco modem has a router in it too, which was causing many of the problems, especially with another router downstream that I thought I needed. More e-waste again. It doesn't help that Cisco calls their modem a "Residential Gateway" for crissakes. Deep into the advanced features I find the IP assignment page, so it is confirmed, it is a router and not shared switches. Keep it secret, so we can screw the victim some more. (Now three months of screwing around, though not full time).
I also had to pull the storage room items out as the hot water heater is getting too disfunctional. This time the landlady didn't blow me off with some remark about the "cold snap", as it warmed up today, har, har.
Now, with the Synology box getting functional, the assholes have degraded the applications, e.g. creating an new directory, no mapping of the back up from/to directories etc. This whole NAS has been one intense adversarial experience and I am nowhere near done yet.
02-28-2014
A new hot water tank installed today. On with the show; as mentioned previously, the three houses I owned had hot water tank problems/replacement within 18 months of ownership. One was some two weeks after posession date, after the building inspector approved of its condition for crissakes. It appears that this hot water tank is built with a styrofoam jacket instead of the glass fiber matting they usually put in. And too, it is a mid-grey color. Some six months of storing a brown cardboard box with styrofoam inserts next to the hot water tank seems to have been part of the strategy. Now, I will get hot water with styrofoam (white) and steel (mid-grey) colored energies that the perps are sure to add to their research. About two weeks ago, they put on some plasma fireworks while I was in the shower, some 2" long sparks that sit in one place and are about 3" apart in an alternating pattern that lasts for about 5 seconds or so. They like to do this whenever they have reached an important technical milestone, total control of a particular brain region is one example.
I was pruning vines most of the day. and of course the perps screw me out of putting on sun block from the reflection off the snow, getting a red face each day this week. Snow is melting fast now, so whatever games they are playing with snow reflected sunlight is likely coming to a close for the winter. Even if I am packing two year's supply of sunblock in my day pack, they screw me out of even thinking about it, save now, at home in front of this here flat panel display
A near absence of helicopters and small aircraft today, though the high altitude jets were out, putting on their distinctive noise, along with jet trails. The perps like to put these lines in the sky, often mapping them to cross power lines at angles suggesting that it is of a similar nature. Other times, they like to emulate the angles of the hills and mountains, putting on an extra line to extend a slope higher into the sky.
The frigging dog bark noise for at least an hour or two this am. though not near me as I chase it down to be quiet. Dumber dog (or humans) is better when keeping the TI victims agitated.
And what is it about email respondents that promise a PDF, and send the wrong one, or a partial set? Two in a row isn't a fluke for professional people. And then there are those that don't reply at all, nearly always when I email them from their site and not from Yahoo where I can track what I send. Save for the recent fuckery in Yahoo cramming emails together, leaving me to restart a new thread because the sequence got balled up.
At least dozen vehicles going up the road where where I was pruning, and then coming down in less than five minutes. Ditto for a couple of parties of ambulatory stalkers. Then there is the files of pickup trucks, two or three headed uphill one after the other and seemingly unrelated. Then there are the ubiquitous muffler noise; none or the "performance" version, as in designed loudness.
03-01-2014
Saturday, though a work day, in the cold, as yesterday's slushy snow froze up and some snow came down. And too, they let the helicopters out in the much impaired visibility, or at least, I got treated to the noise of them as I never saw them.
I was overseeing the contract pruners; it turns out they are Albanian immigrants of five years, when my boss thought they were Croats.
I got to do heavy lifting for the boss today; I was taken around on some of her shopping beat, as her recent back surgery prevents lifting much. It was a total stalk scene at Safeway, as it is a store I rarely go to on my own. One seeming male customer had on shorts and flip flops, and it is only 5C outside for crissakes.
I see the perps murdered a deer on the lake ice; it was flopping around and couldn't get up, and a coyote was hanging back when I drove past on the way to work. Now, I see some large birds gaurding something out further, and my boss confirmed it was the deer carcass. A run of three squashed ducks on the road some months back suggests the perps like to arrange (so called) wildlife demise in my proximity.
All this week, and past weeks of vineyard pruning, the perps are constantly lifting of my undershirt under my sweater, and pulling my pants down 3" or so to expose my midriff under my jacket. Not to mention cranking up the wind to then blow onto my exposed flesh.
I "somehow" pulled a split ring of my key ring apart when getting out of the vehicle and then they jabbed my R index finger on both sides to draw blood to track me from vehicle, to gate, to front door, to inside and then to bathroom to clean the mess up and then to apply their very favorite brown color reference item, a bandaid.
More screaming at the assholes as they block folder creation on the NAS box that took four months to get running. They keep putting the directory under another, when I want to have back up files in its own exclusive directory. There are two software routes to backing up files, and the assholes are blocking both. In the latter case, it goes off to do a module search and then says it isn't connected when it is, as how else could it show me the directories I wish to back up? if this sounds circular, it is because of just that. All I have wanted is to have sync-ed backups of my files for the last 10 fucking years, (so the perps have less of an excuse to delete my files) and now I have a back up server that took four months of adverse abuse/sabotage to get running, and now the back up software isn't working/functional.
Then to get me screaming all the more, they crashed the browser with the NAS/back up server display page, and then when the browser was recovered, they fucked me out of all my open tabs (at least 20) and I had to go back to the History to recover them, though not all were there.
Then they wouldn't allow the NAS box tab to be closed, prefering a greyed out page to display. The perps have been big on reducing color intensity of late; not only in yoga classes do I get this film on my glasses lenses, but once per evening, and twice yesterday evening. Those web pages that drop into a half or muted tone when a info box is put over top is just what the perps need to do comparisons between full page colors and half tones.
After work; checkout obstruction at natural foods store again. I swore I would not shop at this place again, the coffee mill stunt being the final straw, but "somehow" I forgot my resolution to do this. If ever there was a gangstalking store more than Whole Foods Market (in Penticton, unaffiliated with the the Whole Foods chain), I have yet to find it. This biddy pulled a two product returns, her and prior biddy scooting just ahead of me to the only checkout open. Then the cashier had to go back in the store to get an exchange item, and so it went. Then a rude-ass cashier came by and opened up a new checkout, and naturally (in a natural food store of a different kind) the gangstalkers swarmed the new checkout line ahead of me> Nossir.. not of this polite stuff, "next customer please" in this town. And another ridiculous gangstalk act kept tailing me all over; she had one of those deep baskets that one tows, as it had wheels, and kept clacking the handle down on the basket rim wherever I was. When she finally made it to the checkout behind me, all she had in this basket was a single red cabbage for crissakes. Not only could she have been out of the store long ahead of me, but she didn't even need the basket for all the noise she made with it.
But that wasn't it; while I was kept at the obstruction checkout stunt, one of those shiftless males who sits in their vehicle while their spouse goes shopping inside, deigned to get out of his car and put on the "looking" act, staring far away and lifting his heels up, pretending to search for his spouse in the store's doorway. I don't know why so many males have taken up the habit of sitting in their vehicles in parking lots, but it has become the latest paid-for group behavior.
03-02-2014
A day off, and doing laundry with shiftless males and at least three fat persons. As some kind of continuity joke, about mid laundering, why, an pregnant and attractive blonde woman comes in and does a small load. She didn't strike me as someone who would ever visit a laundromat, but who cares when the victim is near totally mind controlled, including recall, something they didn't know how to mess with until 2006.
And another turn of the screw, so to speak, as what I thought was the correct size 32-6 imperial measure size, as determined by the thread gauge the perps made sure I purchased a few weeks earlier, was flat-assed wrong. At the time, the screw seemed to fit and all was over (per above), but no, the screw readily pulled out and the wretched nightmare over the clothes drying rack wasn't over. Back to the thread gauges again, but the perps made sure I tried the metric thread gauge this time, and lo, if it didn't fit (too). Much screaming at them and their insane and deranged screw thread games during this reprise episode, but I did manage to get a M4 (metric, 4MM) thread among the gangstalkers who were at every place in CT I needed to go. I wanted to get windshield wiper blades too, and lo, if another shiftless male wasn't walking in with a windshield wiper blade in hand, and just "happened" to be loitering there 5 minutes later when I returned to that section. And lo, if the assholes didn't fuck me again, by not having the 1997 Toyota Camry in the book that maps to the wiper blade set (L,R) that I needed. And if I wanted a Phillips drive on the screw head, too bad, we want it to be a hex head. Seeing that metric screws are hard to find at best, and this was a Sunday, I duly conformed to getting this item. And not to forget, the perps like to arrange asymmetry, often by marking an item (e.g. putting a 4' long gouge on the body work of one's vehicle), or by causing a part to disappear and having the victim get a similar but not exact replacement part.
But as the perps are totally obsessed over rubber, especially wiper blades and tires, why on earth did I expect that getting wiper blades would be easier than getting the right size of screw? Not forgetting for a moment the perps are obsessed with plant sap as well, and having me measure live trees for so much of my forestry career, it was a wonder they didn't have me become a heroin addict too, as the opium base is made from the exudate of cut poppy pods. Just to think, the whole human misery over heroin addiction might be perp engendered to yet again, determine some kind of energetic correlation between plant sap/exudate and either being proximate (rubber products), or injecting self medicating substances into ones veins.
Changing of the guard, as in the red light insert of the L trackball as a near skin continuous red light at my R hand since 2000. Now, the R trackball, without any of the red lighting, replaces it. A big perp advance IMHO, as they now have to go without this advantage of red light next to me. No wonder they like their oncoming ambulatory gangstalkers to do a R side pass.
And to add to the BS, the new trackball makes noise as I rotate the ball- cute.
Other interesting perp advancements is that they have let me eat eggs for the first time since 2001 or so. That was before they went berserk/overt, but after having two eggs for breakfast I felt strangely ill. Naturally they planted the notion that I was allergic to it, which I never had been. During the hospital stay of 2003 mostly, they had me eat some eggs, but no more than six over a period of weeks, along with the rude-asses who were all over me when I picked it up and put it on my tray. One of my hiking "friends" served me eggs in 2005, and that was the last one until now. It would seem that the perps are progressing on yellow food processing and want me to try eggs after screwing me with a faux allergic reaction as mentioned. After having my perp-abetting criminal mother (First Feral Family mother), eat eggs anytime they directed her over this duration, it shows how slow they are about getting me figured out as to yellow color energetics.
Another is that they are combining two kinds of brown food in one meal; the tea that is mixed with powdered coconut, and a brown tortilla. The increase of white vehicles bearing an even tone of light brown road dirt on them suggests they are extending their brown color studies to compare this to a similar tan tone paint color.
They are also putting on much more dirt covered vehicles now; light tan browns on white, darker dirt on black etc.
And what is it that is so important to the size of machine screws of late that the perps replayed a jerkaround of a month ago, also adroitly deleting my recall that they already pulled this same stunt before. The drying rack for clothes that don't need/don't want to be dried in a dryer was being loaded in my vehicle, and while doing so there was a flash of light and one corner of it fell apart. The simulated event was that a loose screw flew off, never to be found again. But there was no way it was loose as it would of been noticed, and drop to the ground, possibly with a little noise. But it was gone, though the associated nylon washer was found. I dutifully go to the big box hardware store and select what I think is the right size (#8), and when home, lo, if it isn't too big. Later I examine the screw, and cannot figure out why it wouldn't fit. Some weeks later, using the compromised drying rack all the while, I am allowed to re-start attending to getting it fixed. I get some screw gauges to figure out if it is metric, or US standard, using an adjacent screw. I figure it out, go to the big box store again and procure some screws, and lo, if they aren't the wrong size again (#8), and lo, if they aren't the same as the first set that was wiped from my recall, as I don't usually forget these things. Finally, the perps let me discover that the corner screws are one size smaller (#6) than the adjacent screws, and now another stall-out, aided by snowfall for the past two days, to get the correct size. And for what fucking purpose does this serve to abuse a victim twice, deploying telekinetic sabotage, in getting the wrong size of replacement screw, by way of remotely imposed recall deletion, twice with an intervening duration of four weeks? And we aren't done yet, as it just could be that the very screw size I need (#6) is out of stock, another favorite perp stunt.
Drying rack with the L side rod end missing the screw that strangely ejected/disappeared when I was loading this into my vehicle.
And more silly shit over screws, as there was a go-round of screws (same #8 size), with a pilot tip, and clip nuts to get another perp project started, this infernal server rack that is to house stereo gear and PC both, getting "converged" as it were. There were web sites that had pilot tipped #8 screws but not the clip nuts, and vice versa, and none in Canada, so I had to order some from an outfit in Texas along with a stiff shipping bill. Thank you assholes.
And what is the point of jerking me around over getting a discount at the local organics store that has 20% off everything on the last Wednesday of every month. Of course they deleted any notion of this monthly event I rarely fail to take up, and had me go in a day early and pay full price. Yes, it is a zoo in there on these particular Wednesdays, but for saving 20% it is bearable. And the next day, why, I had an errand to do that took me two blocks away, still not allowed to know it was the discount day.
Two snowfalls these past two days, meaning that I couldn't drive up the hill to the vineyard. The first day I got a ride from the vineyard manager who was also my viticulture instructor of two years ago. The next day, I got a ride from one of the cellar workers at the same vineyard, one who I hadn't met before. Kind of her (it seemed) to offer me a ride, but as always, there isn't a single instant I am not kept in this arranged circus, aka Potemkin Village.
02-26-2013
Another "ride" to the vineyard, the third day of impassible road, this time getting to the gate on foot when the cleaning lady arrived, and she gave me a ride down the driveway.
Tonight, some 2.5 hours of messing around over port forwarding rules in the router, and lo, if Synology doesn't have my specific router in their approved list, creating more translational hell in attempting to get their support to login and find what causes it to disconnect, even if all seems OK until an application is run.
The job interview I had last week has come to naught; but at least I got an email instead of nothing, as has happened in the past. Some five days of planted stupid ideations of getting the job, informing my current employer, imagining me doing the job etc. has finally ended.
02-27-2014
Vineyard pruning today, and the f--g dog barking most of the day; the dog isn't barking at anything particular, it just sounds off. There was a biddy close to the fence, and the dog got fussed about her heading up the hill, and lo, if two minutes later she isn't coming back down for crissakes. And she put on the preying mantis walk going uphill, with horizontal forearms and the hands hanging down, alternating bringing them forward, -totally ridiculous. When she was coming back downhill, the arm flinging walk was put on instead. Go figure
Said dog doesn't like negroes or turbans says the owner. And from my experience, doesn't like male skinheads either. Funny that, the dog dislikes some of my Unfavoreds.
I got the screws for the above mentioned clothes dryer at the big box store, and what a gangstalk scene, followed by blatant obstruction at the exit for crissakes. The biddy stalk too; just sitting there in the store on a bench seat nattering, and then tailing me to the checkout while the spouse of one was ahead of me. Which begs the question; how did she know when to come to the checkout and meet up with spouse who was finishing up? That she was with two other biddy pals who walked out the entrance (somehow, they knew how to get the sliding doors to work for them), seems all the more odd. Husband of biddy had his 6' vinyl coving (or whatever it was), and laid down along the checkout and projecting beyond it some 2' close to me. Then the cashier moved them toward me, making out that she was unaware how long they were, giving me cause to being alerted as to an impending impalement.
Insane amounts of telekinetic abuse tonight, screaming at them at least 40x; blocking my email composition and then sending the email prematurely, then blocking me from opening the reply up so I can continue with my dialog over this Synology NAS. Then the assholes have fucked Yahoo, so I don't know if something was sent or not as Drafts and Sent get blended together. In the conventional world they call this "new features" or an "upgrade", but in TI World, it is purposeful directed sabotage of familiar function to FUD the victim some more, as 11.5 years of this insane psychopathic abuse isn't enough. Go figure. Plus all the "usual" provocations; poking me in the fingers and hands, also on my nipples, one of their favorite body regions for gratuitous touches from unseen force fields.
Finally, some forward progess on getting my LAN working; it so "happens" the Cisco modem has a router in it too, which was causing many of the problems, especially with another router downstream that I thought I needed. More e-waste again. It doesn't help that Cisco calls their modem a "Residential Gateway" for crissakes. Deep into the advanced features I find the IP assignment page, so it is confirmed, it is a router and not shared switches. Keep it secret, so we can screw the victim some more. (Now three months of screwing around, though not full time).
I also had to pull the storage room items out as the hot water heater is getting too disfunctional. This time the landlady didn't blow me off with some remark about the "cold snap", as it warmed up today, har, har.
Now, with the Synology box getting functional, the assholes have degraded the applications, e.g. creating an new directory, no mapping of the back up from/to directories etc. This whole NAS has been one intense adversarial experience and I am nowhere near done yet.
02-28-2014
A new hot water tank installed today. On with the show; as mentioned previously, the three houses I owned had hot water tank problems/replacement within 18 months of ownership. One was some two weeks after posession date, after the building inspector approved of its condition for crissakes. It appears that this hot water tank is built with a styrofoam jacket instead of the glass fiber matting they usually put in. And too, it is a mid-grey color. Some six months of storing a brown cardboard box with styrofoam inserts next to the hot water tank seems to have been part of the strategy. Now, I will get hot water with styrofoam (white) and steel (mid-grey) colored energies that the perps are sure to add to their research. About two weeks ago, they put on some plasma fireworks while I was in the shower, some 2" long sparks that sit in one place and are about 3" apart in an alternating pattern that lasts for about 5 seconds or so. They like to do this whenever they have reached an important technical milestone, total control of a particular brain region is one example.
I was pruning vines most of the day. and of course the perps screw me out of putting on sun block from the reflection off the snow, getting a red face each day this week. Snow is melting fast now, so whatever games they are playing with snow reflected sunlight is likely coming to a close for the winter. Even if I am packing two year's supply of sunblock in my day pack, they screw me out of even thinking about it, save now, at home in front of this here flat panel display
A near absence of helicopters and small aircraft today, though the high altitude jets were out, putting on their distinctive noise, along with jet trails. The perps like to put these lines in the sky, often mapping them to cross power lines at angles suggesting that it is of a similar nature. Other times, they like to emulate the angles of the hills and mountains, putting on an extra line to extend a slope higher into the sky.
The frigging dog bark noise for at least an hour or two this am. though not near me as I chase it down to be quiet. Dumber dog (or humans) is better when keeping the TI victims agitated.
And what is it about email respondents that promise a PDF, and send the wrong one, or a partial set? Two in a row isn't a fluke for professional people. And then there are those that don't reply at all, nearly always when I email them from their site and not from Yahoo where I can track what I send. Save for the recent fuckery in Yahoo cramming emails together, leaving me to restart a new thread because the sequence got balled up.
At least dozen vehicles going up the road where where I was pruning, and then coming down in less than five minutes. Ditto for a couple of parties of ambulatory stalkers. Then there is the files of pickup trucks, two or three headed uphill one after the other and seemingly unrelated. Then there are the ubiquitous muffler noise; none or the "performance" version, as in designed loudness.
03-01-2014
Saturday, though a work day, in the cold, as yesterday's slushy snow froze up and some snow came down. And too, they let the helicopters out in the much impaired visibility, or at least, I got treated to the noise of them as I never saw them.
I was overseeing the contract pruners; it turns out they are Albanian immigrants of five years, when my boss thought they were Croats.
I got to do heavy lifting for the boss today; I was taken around on some of her shopping beat, as her recent back surgery prevents lifting much. It was a total stalk scene at Safeway, as it is a store I rarely go to on my own. One seeming male customer had on shorts and flip flops, and it is only 5C outside for crissakes.
I see the perps murdered a deer on the lake ice; it was flopping around and couldn't get up, and a coyote was hanging back when I drove past on the way to work. Now, I see some large birds gaurding something out further, and my boss confirmed it was the deer carcass. A run of three squashed ducks on the road some months back suggests the perps like to arrange (so called) wildlife demise in my proximity.
All this week, and past weeks of vineyard pruning, the perps are constantly lifting of my undershirt under my sweater, and pulling my pants down 3" or so to expose my midriff under my jacket. Not to mention cranking up the wind to then blow onto my exposed flesh.
I "somehow" pulled a split ring of my key ring apart when getting out of the vehicle and then they jabbed my R index finger on both sides to draw blood to track me from vehicle, to gate, to front door, to inside and then to bathroom to clean the mess up and then to apply their very favorite brown color reference item, a bandaid.
More screaming at the assholes as they block folder creation on the NAS box that took four months to get running. They keep putting the directory under another, when I want to have back up files in its own exclusive directory. There are two software routes to backing up files, and the assholes are blocking both. In the latter case, it goes off to do a module search and then says it isn't connected when it is, as how else could it show me the directories I wish to back up? if this sounds circular, it is because of just that. All I have wanted is to have sync-ed backups of my files for the last 10 fucking years, (so the perps have less of an excuse to delete my files) and now I have a back up server that took four months of adverse abuse/sabotage to get running, and now the back up software isn't working/functional.
Then to get me screaming all the more, they crashed the browser with the NAS/back up server display page, and then when the browser was recovered, they fucked me out of all my open tabs (at least 20) and I had to go back to the History to recover them, though not all were there.
Then they wouldn't allow the NAS box tab to be closed, prefering a greyed out page to display. The perps have been big on reducing color intensity of late; not only in yoga classes do I get this film on my glasses lenses, but once per evening, and twice yesterday evening. Those web pages that drop into a half or muted tone when a info box is put over top is just what the perps need to do comparisons between full page colors and half tones.
After work; checkout obstruction at natural foods store again. I swore I would not shop at this place again, the coffee mill stunt being the final straw, but "somehow" I forgot my resolution to do this. If ever there was a gangstalking store more than Whole Foods Market (in Penticton, unaffiliated with the the Whole Foods chain), I have yet to find it. This biddy pulled a two product returns, her and prior biddy scooting just ahead of me to the only checkout open. Then the cashier had to go back in the store to get an exchange item, and so it went. Then a rude-ass cashier came by and opened up a new checkout, and naturally (in a natural food store of a different kind) the gangstalkers swarmed the new checkout line ahead of me> Nossir.. not of this polite stuff, "next customer please" in this town. And another ridiculous gangstalk act kept tailing me all over; she had one of those deep baskets that one tows, as it had wheels, and kept clacking the handle down on the basket rim wherever I was. When she finally made it to the checkout behind me, all she had in this basket was a single red cabbage for crissakes. Not only could she have been out of the store long ahead of me, but she didn't even need the basket for all the noise she made with it.
But that wasn't it; while I was kept at the obstruction checkout stunt, one of those shiftless males who sits in their vehicle while their spouse goes shopping inside, deigned to get out of his car and put on the "looking" act, staring far away and lifting his heels up, pretending to search for his spouse in the store's doorway. I don't know why so many males have taken up the habit of sitting in their vehicles in parking lots, but it has become the latest paid-for group behavior.
03-02-2014
A day off, and doing laundry with shiftless males and at least three fat persons. As some kind of continuity joke, about mid laundering, why, an pregnant and attractive blonde woman comes in and does a small load. She didn't strike me as someone who would ever visit a laundromat, but who cares when the victim is near totally mind controlled, including recall, something they didn't know how to mess with until 2006.
And another turn of the screw, so to speak, as what I thought was the correct size 32-6 imperial measure size, as determined by the thread gauge the perps made sure I purchased a few weeks earlier, was flat-assed wrong. At the time, the screw seemed to fit and all was over (per above), but no, the screw readily pulled out and the wretched nightmare over the clothes drying rack wasn't over. Back to the thread gauges again, but the perps made sure I tried the metric thread gauge this time, and lo, if it didn't fit (too). Much screaming at them and their insane and deranged screw thread games during this reprise episode, but I did manage to get a M4 (metric, 4MM) thread among the gangstalkers who were at every place in CT I needed to go. I wanted to get windshield wiper blades too, and lo, if another shiftless male wasn't walking in with a windshield wiper blade in hand, and just "happened" to be loitering there 5 minutes later when I returned to that section. And lo, if the assholes didn't fuck me again, by not having the 1997 Toyota Camry in the book that maps to the wiper blade set (L,R) that I needed. And if I wanted a Phillips drive on the screw head, too bad, we want it to be a hex head. Seeing that metric screws are hard to find at best, and this was a Sunday, I duly conformed to getting this item. And not to forget, the perps like to arrange asymmetry, often by marking an item (e.g. putting a 4' long gouge on the body work of one's vehicle), or by causing a part to disappear and having the victim get a similar but not exact replacement part.
But as the perps are totally obsessed over rubber, especially wiper blades and tires, why on earth did I expect that getting wiper blades would be easier than getting the right size of screw? Not forgetting for a moment the perps are obsessed with plant sap as well, and having me measure live trees for so much of my forestry career, it was a wonder they didn't have me become a heroin addict too, as the opium base is made from the exudate of cut poppy pods. Just to think, the whole human misery over heroin addiction might be perp engendered to yet again, determine some kind of energetic correlation between plant sap/exudate and either being proximate (rubber products), or injecting self medicating substances into ones veins.
Changing of the guard, as in the red light insert of the L trackball as a near skin continuous red light at my R hand since 2000. Now, the R trackball, without any of the red lighting, replaces it. A big perp advance IMHO, as they now have to go without this advantage of red light next to me. No wonder they like their oncoming ambulatory gangstalkers to do a R side pass.
And to add to the BS, the new trackball makes noise as I rotate the ball- cute.
Other interesting perp advancements is that they have let me eat eggs for the first time since 2001 or so. That was before they went berserk/overt, but after having two eggs for breakfast I felt strangely ill. Naturally they planted the notion that I was allergic to it, which I never had been. During the hospital stay of 2003 mostly, they had me eat some eggs, but no more than six over a period of weeks, along with the rude-asses who were all over me when I picked it up and put it on my tray. One of my hiking "friends" served me eggs in 2005, and that was the last one until now. It would seem that the perps are progressing on yellow food processing and want me to try eggs after screwing me with a faux allergic reaction as mentioned. After having my perp-abetting criminal mother (First Feral Family mother), eat eggs anytime they directed her over this duration, it shows how slow they are about getting me figured out as to yellow color energetics.
Another is that they are combining two kinds of brown food in one meal; the tea that is mixed with powdered coconut, and a brown tortilla. The increase of white vehicles bearing an even tone of light brown road dirt on them suggests they are extending their brown color studies to compare this to a similar tan tone paint color.
They are also putting on much more dirt covered vehicles now; light tan browns on white, darker dirt on black etc.
Sunday, May 06, 2012
Lots of Rocks
A busy day with the owner of the vineyard arriving and demanding that certain landscaping items be attended over cane tying. So I worked under his direction with my commuting and classmate pal, doing rock raking and shovelling for some five hours. The owner did appreciate our diligent efforts and the clean up job completion. No wine though. And lo, this evening while watching the hockey game, the same noises of rolling and clattering rocks wasn't slipped into the sound feed. I turned the sound off once I was allowed in on this trivial fuckery.
05-02-2012
A single helicopter morning; a slow and low yellow and blue one that I later see at the Penticton airport when returned that afternoon.
In the vineyard, it was cane tying, but worked shorter hours to yet again, attempt to get reliable internet access. I was exceedingly pissed that the motel where I stay had a dysfunctional wifi again, as it was working fine the evening and day before, and even allowed me to get my income tax return submitted online
Now, instead of the self locking (and vexing) Samsung Galaxy Note cell phone, that can serve as an internet connection for a PC, I got a Ovation USB modem/aerial that connects through the cell phone networks. Having a phone and a modem in one device was way too sabotage prone.
My online registration of my cellphone took three tries to login before I gave up, and this was conflated to five, and I was booted out of my carrier online login. Another example of what goes down for keeping me in constant vexation.
05-03-2012
In the vineyard, a light off-on rain with low cloud. I ended up in all black clothing; toque, raincoat, work pants, socks, and light blue undershirt under a navy blue sweater. We placed trellis wires all day, moving the tucking wires out of the way, one below the fruiting wire, two at the top of the top of the post.
Two mid-grey helicopters in close formation flew past this morning, in low cloud conditions, following the sirens of 20 min. earlier. No identifying marks or insignia on them, and it was most odd that they had permission to fly so low and in clouded conditions where fixed wing aircraft wouldn't fly. As indicated in past blogs, the arrival of helicopters is often, sometimes sitting only 100' overhead and doing apparently nothing, other times the regular commercial scheduled flights just "happen" to be going overhead. The all time obvious instance when last year at the food crop farm, when I was cycled from outside field pumpkins to carrot bagging inside twice, and at one point of exiting the building, why an orange helicopter was loitering overhead. (We are talking about orange crops as the theme).
05-04-2012
A haircut appointment first thing, as no one is answering the phone. And when making the appointment in person, the gangstalker dudes decend, one ahead, one behind. The one ahead was wearing a do rag on his head for crissakes, and making a haircut appointment, getting ahead of me by seconds.
On the way to the interview, the perps also scrambled me, as I got lost on a single road, though no street signs didn't help, let alone the instructions I was given at first. All this seemingly arranged to have me make my first call on my new cellphone to get instructions, but at first, I was out of range. All to have me retrace my path, and have me make a phone call when in kine of sight (80m or so) of the person inside the house recieving my call. Exciting times in perpville; dumshit games with cell phones.
A job interview was relatively normal this time, though he was over-acting some, as in hamming it up with such stock questions. When he asked me why I got into farming work I said there were imposed conditions that would not allow me to continue. And did he ask any further, wanting to know why some citizens have their rights stripped from them by insane psychopathic juveniles? Why no, of course, because this is what every other inquirer does, including the reporter from the New York Times with whom I conveyed my story to so she could do a hit piece on TI's.
A rain squall and dark clouds to "join me" on the ride back after the job offer. Vehicular gangstalkers all over me afterward when I do shopping. IN Windows, long hacked, the cut and paste fuckery continues online as I attempt to get a case protection for my new 4G phone. The mouse is corrupted and run to drop the selection, to obtain only part of the selection, to copy the wrong thing altogether, to copy too much and any other variations of mouse selection one can imagine.
And in the afternoon, beauty treatment time; haircut and then legs waxed, the latter taking 1.25 hours, a student training school. a yellow-cream colored wax this time, and to no surprise, the same colored vehicle on the way home. And too, the ambulance with flashing red and white lights to aiding the cause by having them parking on the wrong side of the road, facing the R. lane I was driving in. Nothing new there, the perps go extra skitzy (double entendre) after haircuts and body treatments. All those folk touching and fussing in close is a made-for-perp gangstalking event. Why else would I be doing it, now with a never-before vanity streak? And who else would of arranged those red vehicles to be in view through the windows while I was getting my hair cut? And copper colored fabric curtains on three sides (privacy curtain) while I was getting my legs waxed? Who else hounds me with copper colored vehicles so often?
The perps got me "ready" before going out by infuriating me with a classic obstruction stunt; I am ordering accessories for my new phone, and get them added to the shopping cart and for "some reason" the payment page was totally skipped, so at the final "Submit" button, I get an error message saying I hadn't paid. True, but how was it that the page wasn't even presented to me in the first place? Then when entering payment details it bombed out on another unknown error, and it did it once more, and I gave up, stinking infuriated. But as the perps have been pulling this transaction obstruction stunt for ten years, plus all those time it "happened" before, what is so freaking important about me making a financial transaction that they put me through this insane, juvenile, beserk fuckery?
It is all confirmed now; new vineyard employer in three days (Monday) while I finish up with the current one who was to replace me with Mexican foreign workers in two weeks. (I knew that going in for this short term gig, and I don't resent this particular circumstance). Though I am miffed at the many vineyards that advertise for needing vineyard workers Jan. through Mar. when they have no intention of hiring any. This is just a ruse to declare a shortage of local workers (by not replying) to then rationalize them arranging Mexican laborers on a 8 month visa. So in other words, it isn't even competion for locals, as the contracts for Mexican workers are arranged from Nov. in the prior year to Feb. of the current year. Though I sense the deep hand of the perps in this, as they are obsessed over food handling and processing, and skin color has something to do with their covert energetic research games.
After three days of blocking my login to register my phone, the perps finally let me in on the problem, and lo, if their system isn't suddenly unavailable.
Then my internet connection goes down just seconds before I send an email, and the connection indicates that it was dropped. I go to the box and reconnect, and after a minute of blundering around, Yahoo sends my email message. Funny how this keeps "happening". Only last week an email got intercepted and not sent to this same person.
05-05-2012
At present, evening time, excessive and horrendous pounding from running kids outside this room, plus their yelling and carrying on unsupervised at this motel. This particular noise arranged while I do entry of my financial transactions in Quicken, always of intense perp interest.
At work in the vineyard today, it was more lifting trellis wires, to get them positioned prior to new leaf and shoot development. At least 10 B52 overflights today, back from a day off and working this Saturday. Plus motorcycle noise, at least 20 in one group, and do I loathe HD motorcycle noise big time, and why is it that someone arranges much more of it than normal?
05-06-2012
A day off, and full of noise parading outside. That is hotrods, harley davidson motorcycle noise, plus the odd vehicle with no muffler at all. The perps have been very consistent in delivering this noisescape over the years. As it is a Sunday, they backed off the commercial heavy duty vehicle, but the odd souped-up pickup truck fills the bill. This was my last day at this vineyard before I start a new gig.
Finally allowed to do all of April financial reconciliation on Quicken, manually. Quicken is such klutzware, and the banks don't help much either, as they could provide the same software and no need to manually reconcile the two. Sure, Quicken can download it, but it becomes clobberware, wiping out existing transactions and renaming the payees according to the cryptic bank name. Besides, I have the perps on my ass at every keystroke to infuriate me as they piss with the dates and transactions as shown on the display, changing them when I flip between the two. And for today, about 6 to 10 Harley Davidson motorcycle noises per minute, especially when screaming at the assholes for pissing with the page content while I wasn't looking. I got so pissed off that I had to print the page and it seems they can jack with that dynamically in realtime too.
Some five emails sent out for room share/apartment inquiries, and not a one of them has replied. Back to the phone method again. In other words, a whole day off wasted when I could of been looking at places to rent, and the assholes kept them from me, assuming I wasn't blocked when I sent them. All part of the FUD-scape.
2130h
Later now, one respondent about room rentals, and I had a look at it. Ok and all that, but how will the harassment play out? At this point, any relief from all day long Harley Davidson motorcycle noise and throaty hot-rod noise is a welcome relief. Now, a car alarm starts up. These noises are slowly getting less, but what is it that brings them out all day long, three weekends in succession? I suspect it won't change except to get worse until this town closes down, post Labor Day.
05-02-2012
A single helicopter morning; a slow and low yellow and blue one that I later see at the Penticton airport when returned that afternoon.
In the vineyard, it was cane tying, but worked shorter hours to yet again, attempt to get reliable internet access. I was exceedingly pissed that the motel where I stay had a dysfunctional wifi again, as it was working fine the evening and day before, and even allowed me to get my income tax return submitted online
Now, instead of the self locking (and vexing) Samsung Galaxy Note cell phone, that can serve as an internet connection for a PC, I got a Ovation USB modem/aerial that connects through the cell phone networks. Having a phone and a modem in one device was way too sabotage prone.
My online registration of my cellphone took three tries to login before I gave up, and this was conflated to five, and I was booted out of my carrier online login. Another example of what goes down for keeping me in constant vexation.
05-03-2012
In the vineyard, a light off-on rain with low cloud. I ended up in all black clothing; toque, raincoat, work pants, socks, and light blue undershirt under a navy blue sweater. We placed trellis wires all day, moving the tucking wires out of the way, one below the fruiting wire, two at the top of the top of the post.
Two mid-grey helicopters in close formation flew past this morning, in low cloud conditions, following the sirens of 20 min. earlier. No identifying marks or insignia on them, and it was most odd that they had permission to fly so low and in clouded conditions where fixed wing aircraft wouldn't fly. As indicated in past blogs, the arrival of helicopters is often, sometimes sitting only 100' overhead and doing apparently nothing, other times the regular commercial scheduled flights just "happen" to be going overhead. The all time obvious instance when last year at the food crop farm, when I was cycled from outside field pumpkins to carrot bagging inside twice, and at one point of exiting the building, why an orange helicopter was loitering overhead. (We are talking about orange crops as the theme).
05-04-2012
A haircut appointment first thing, as no one is answering the phone. And when making the appointment in person, the gangstalker dudes decend, one ahead, one behind. The one ahead was wearing a do rag on his head for crissakes, and making a haircut appointment, getting ahead of me by seconds.
On the way to the interview, the perps also scrambled me, as I got lost on a single road, though no street signs didn't help, let alone the instructions I was given at first. All this seemingly arranged to have me make my first call on my new cellphone to get instructions, but at first, I was out of range. All to have me retrace my path, and have me make a phone call when in kine of sight (80m or so) of the person inside the house recieving my call. Exciting times in perpville; dumshit games with cell phones.
A job interview was relatively normal this time, though he was over-acting some, as in hamming it up with such stock questions. When he asked me why I got into farming work I said there were imposed conditions that would not allow me to continue. And did he ask any further, wanting to know why some citizens have their rights stripped from them by insane psychopathic juveniles? Why no, of course, because this is what every other inquirer does, including the reporter from the New York Times with whom I conveyed my story to so she could do a hit piece on TI's.
A rain squall and dark clouds to "join me" on the ride back after the job offer. Vehicular gangstalkers all over me afterward when I do shopping. IN Windows, long hacked, the cut and paste fuckery continues online as I attempt to get a case protection for my new 4G phone. The mouse is corrupted and run to drop the selection, to obtain only part of the selection, to copy the wrong thing altogether, to copy too much and any other variations of mouse selection one can imagine.
And in the afternoon, beauty treatment time; haircut and then legs waxed, the latter taking 1.25 hours, a student training school. a yellow-cream colored wax this time, and to no surprise, the same colored vehicle on the way home. And too, the ambulance with flashing red and white lights to aiding the cause by having them parking on the wrong side of the road, facing the R. lane I was driving in. Nothing new there, the perps go extra skitzy (double entendre) after haircuts and body treatments. All those folk touching and fussing in close is a made-for-perp gangstalking event. Why else would I be doing it, now with a never-before vanity streak? And who else would of arranged those red vehicles to be in view through the windows while I was getting my hair cut? And copper colored fabric curtains on three sides (privacy curtain) while I was getting my legs waxed? Who else hounds me with copper colored vehicles so often?
The perps got me "ready" before going out by infuriating me with a classic obstruction stunt; I am ordering accessories for my new phone, and get them added to the shopping cart and for "some reason" the payment page was totally skipped, so at the final "Submit" button, I get an error message saying I hadn't paid. True, but how was it that the page wasn't even presented to me in the first place? Then when entering payment details it bombed out on another unknown error, and it did it once more, and I gave up, stinking infuriated. But as the perps have been pulling this transaction obstruction stunt for ten years, plus all those time it "happened" before, what is so freaking important about me making a financial transaction that they put me through this insane, juvenile, beserk fuckery?
It is all confirmed now; new vineyard employer in three days (Monday) while I finish up with the current one who was to replace me with Mexican foreign workers in two weeks. (I knew that going in for this short term gig, and I don't resent this particular circumstance). Though I am miffed at the many vineyards that advertise for needing vineyard workers Jan. through Mar. when they have no intention of hiring any. This is just a ruse to declare a shortage of local workers (by not replying) to then rationalize them arranging Mexican laborers on a 8 month visa. So in other words, it isn't even competion for locals, as the contracts for Mexican workers are arranged from Nov. in the prior year to Feb. of the current year. Though I sense the deep hand of the perps in this, as they are obsessed over food handling and processing, and skin color has something to do with their covert energetic research games.
After three days of blocking my login to register my phone, the perps finally let me in on the problem, and lo, if their system isn't suddenly unavailable.
Then my internet connection goes down just seconds before I send an email, and the connection indicates that it was dropped. I go to the box and reconnect, and after a minute of blundering around, Yahoo sends my email message. Funny how this keeps "happening". Only last week an email got intercepted and not sent to this same person.
05-05-2012
At present, evening time, excessive and horrendous pounding from running kids outside this room, plus their yelling and carrying on unsupervised at this motel. This particular noise arranged while I do entry of my financial transactions in Quicken, always of intense perp interest.
At work in the vineyard today, it was more lifting trellis wires, to get them positioned prior to new leaf and shoot development. At least 10 B52 overflights today, back from a day off and working this Saturday. Plus motorcycle noise, at least 20 in one group, and do I loathe HD motorcycle noise big time, and why is it that someone arranges much more of it than normal?
05-06-2012
A day off, and full of noise parading outside. That is hotrods, harley davidson motorcycle noise, plus the odd vehicle with no muffler at all. The perps have been very consistent in delivering this noisescape over the years. As it is a Sunday, they backed off the commercial heavy duty vehicle, but the odd souped-up pickup truck fills the bill. This was my last day at this vineyard before I start a new gig.
Finally allowed to do all of April financial reconciliation on Quicken, manually. Quicken is such klutzware, and the banks don't help much either, as they could provide the same software and no need to manually reconcile the two. Sure, Quicken can download it, but it becomes clobberware, wiping out existing transactions and renaming the payees according to the cryptic bank name. Besides, I have the perps on my ass at every keystroke to infuriate me as they piss with the dates and transactions as shown on the display, changing them when I flip between the two. And for today, about 6 to 10 Harley Davidson motorcycle noises per minute, especially when screaming at the assholes for pissing with the page content while I wasn't looking. I got so pissed off that I had to print the page and it seems they can jack with that dynamically in realtime too.
Some five emails sent out for room share/apartment inquiries, and not a one of them has replied. Back to the phone method again. In other words, a whole day off wasted when I could of been looking at places to rent, and the assholes kept them from me, assuming I wasn't blocked when I sent them. All part of the FUD-scape.
2130h
Later now, one respondent about room rentals, and I had a look at it. Ok and all that, but how will the harassment play out? At this point, any relief from all day long Harley Davidson motorcycle noise and throaty hot-rod noise is a welcome relief. Now, a car alarm starts up. These noises are slowly getting less, but what is it that brings them out all day long, three weekends in succession? I suspect it won't change except to get worse until this town closes down, post Labor Day.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Hallway Noise Excitement as I Repair This Title
1035h
An early morning get-up after two hours of forced sleeplessness with the attendant overhead noise of pounding concrete, hallway banter at 0200h, street shouting, pillow crunching noise in my ears, faked bug crawling on my face, in my hair, on the adjacent wall, endless head flippings and of course the planted notions that run all the time, though nothing of significance.
That was preceded by more bloodletting games before I got to bed; the self-erupting zit on my nose bled all over my nose, and could only be staunched by pressure of the white towel, and multiple interations thereof. This prank was identical to one a few months ago, right down to zit placement, on the right side my nose and just inside my lower peripherial vision to keep a red object there, and to then become a red "wound" of equal annoyance today. Zits with the same behavior in the identical location on my nose when I rarely get them now. How could that be coincidence?
And lo, if the perps did not fake another "shaving nick" today, two skin lesions inflicted about a quarter inch apart, and not staunchable with the steptic pencil, another only-in-perpland physicality manifestation that is consistent with their past practice.
1240h
I got sucked into, or more like cognitively dithered, into not putting a title in when I began this blog posting, and once saved, Blogger defaults to the first lines of the posting as a default. That puts the new title at odds with the file name, assigned at the first save. So..., that discrepancy is of great noisestalking interest as I repair the damage, and put a real title in, not the defaulted one. I get the Harley noise, hallway voices and whacking, fake bus whine, and a bunch of others I won't get into, as this becomes a self-fulfilling activity; blog about the noise, and more of it continues with the concept that I am blogging about the very noise as it is happening. This kind of managed synchronicity is the perp managed "normal". Ditto when swearing about another abuse stunt; very often the object/color will "happen" as I am rebuking the perps, under the cute euphenism of "vocalizing my complaints". And lo, here comes the manager and his voice in the hallway, noisetracking me it would seem some 15 minutes after a one-slice tortilla lunch.
And the manager's voice also erupted before lunch when I was putting my clothes back on after a forced shower to clean up after taking a crap, another event managed for maximum mess and inconvenience.
I think the big excitement for the perps is having me start a new bar soap color today; it is the same Lever 2000 brand, but a light powder blue color. I purchased two four-packs, so this change up is expected to be a major advance it would seem. I expect heavy gangstalking with this color when I go to the gym later, so lets see if my prediction is going to come true. In fact, the perps already started me on this color when my mother and I looked at pima cotton sweaters yesterday, one being the identical blue color as today's new bar soap. And no, I don't find much interest in these topics, but as it is the first soap color change since 2005, same brand then, it has major significance as a perp harassment and related fuckery research accomplishment.
The perps froze my vertical scroll, and while yelling at them, they played the most-loathed Harley motorcycle noise, and then began some hallway voices, the manager again. Just another harassment moment, one of many hundreds in a given day. Now more hallway clunking and bashing noise.
The perps have arranged today as the day for painting the yellow curb lines on the street they ripped up earlier this year, now fully paved after putting in two 30" green colored PVC sewage lines and burying them in 3' of poured concrete and then laying down road base gravel material and then asphalt. They tell me that the pipes were put in place to undertake analysis of my output vis a vis the PVC pipes, all to get my energetic interaction as I walk past them or over them on the sidewalk. As always, they cannot be taken at their word, but who knows, as everything is strange, including the dearth of genuine tenants in this and all the proximate (within 500') apartment buildings. At my last apartment residence there was another apartment block some 150' away, and the perps had a septic services truck come by twice for a suction job on extracting the septic contents. This was bizarre as the building would have been connected to the city services. This topic has no end of perp ramifications and stunts, and I will leave it at that for now.
Picture time; taken on 04-23-2008, it shows my sheets getting smeared and speckled at the headboard end, UNDER the pillows somehow. I have no idea how this arrives, no idea why the sheet can get smeared and the contacting pillowcase cannot, and no idea why there is a circular pattern to the smears. Usually the black spotted specks are locii for masers to emanate from or change direction, presumably a reference location.
Taken 04-23-2008. A minor near same color vehicle confluence at an intersection, this being exceedingly common.
Taken 04-24-2008, 1818h 04sec. Just the usual, though I am sure that it was arranged to be precisely what it appears. Three parked vehicles, two silver grey and a white vehicle and another silver grey (pickup) passing by, exactly lined up with that infernal white plastic bag still stuck in the tree as it has done for over six months now. No fluke that, lining vehicles up with garbage at the precise moment I take the photo.
Taken 04-24-2008, 1818h 09sec. A silver grey vehicle is now passing in the opposite direction, and a navy blue vehicle (a common gangstalker color), is passing by after the above siver grey vehicle. Then it was time to get off the deck to avoid any more "coincidences" of orchestrated vehicle colors.
1345h
It is time to head to the gym and see what the gangstalking intensity is today.
1715h
I am back from the gym, and then a stop-by "Chicken Run" shopping at the local supermarket. In the latter case it was a full-on freakshow, aided by a checkout obstruction stunt where there were many "customers" ahead of me in various hues of brown clothing, and finally a big suited lug in front of me buying two brown colored packages of cookies. The story didn't add up in his case, all these suits "off work" at 1600h when I was there. At least three chinless males were loitering around me while I was in the lineup at the checkout, and there was the usual other Unfavoreds; big hat acts, shiftless middle aged males and other fuglies. And lo, if one of the freaks from gym class that ended at 1530h "somehow happened" to be in the supermarket at 1600h. To pull that off he would have to have taken the bus or teleported, and more likely the latter. A woman in the gym class pulled this same stunt in the same circumstances about four months ago. Today's reprising class member is also the same freak dude who "happened" to be passing through the waiting area at the doctor's office about three weeks ago, another astonishing stunt of timing/managed coincidence.
The 6'8" hulking suit, dark grey in color, in front of me at the supermarket checkout line was purchasing two brown color packaged rolls of cookies, presumably with chocolate on them, being of the Pimm's line. Incredibly, the lining of his suit jacket was hanging below the hem by some 1" for 4" of length. Once the checkout obstruction was done, he departed, and it was my turn to have my groceries rung up. When the hulking suit should of been long gone, there he was at his black monster SUV in the outside parking lot with the rear door open, (very common perp arrangement) and he was taking off his suit jacket. I often get the operatives and their shills removing or adding garments on in public, and here was the same dude from the checkout lineup. He had somehow delayed his departure to show me his suit jacket removal games. It is fucking tiresome, as I have seen this act so many times, the reprising gangstalker in differing locations, garment configuration and/or lighting conditions.
The gangstalk show at the gym was on the moderate side today, I actually had some seeming freedom to pick and chose what equipment I was going to work on, save one non class dude who kept hounding me just so he could do nothing close by. The regular class freak who constantly stalks me, Ethnic Gut, was in his bright yellow shirt again, and in position at the stairwell when I entered, just as he was last week. The other featured class stalker, New Bald, was absent as he was all last week, so hopefully I have seen the last of that disgusting skinhead act. Curiously there wasn't other skinheads in his place.
When walking to the gym today, I had a party of five operatives coming toward me on the sidewalk, some 40' in front of me. This is bizarre enough, as this is a residential neighborhood, and it is extremely rare to find that many individuals together. Anyhow, they somehow jointly decided to reverse direction, and it was the most amazing event; they all turned at the identical moment, in a precision drill as if it were a military parade. They then walked some 12', and then somehow decided that they would all jaywalk across the street at the same time. When does it ever happen that a party that large agrees to jaywalk together? Entertaining if nothing else.
And another new dude in the gym class today, he of an armfull of tatoos on each side, yet another loathed Unfavored feature, but he wasn't positioned in my face at all thankfully. Perhaps his turn will come later.
I got my regular tail whe returning from the gym; a redheaded woman class member tails me for about 15 minutes of walking time, first in lead-ahead mode, then I pass by her, and then she catches up to me again at this certain intersection. Today's gangstalking leapfrog was absolutely identical in timing to last Thursday's by the same woman. This would be another never-before in having a tail that is on me with identical timing in two successive gym class days.
The perps only let me run four minutes on the treadmill today, "causing me" to feel whacked out when I had been doing 11 minute runs with some included warmup time. So, back on the stationary bicycle again, and lo, if a redheaded seen-before operative didn't need to take the bicycle next to me instead any of the four others. He was in a olive drab colored shirt with fugly orange detail, and lo, if I didn't "happen" to wear the same colored jacket today, having put it in the locker. It is very plain that the perps work off clothing colors of items I had been previously wearing, only 25 minutes prior in this case.
At the supermarket, and now on this reduced food intake, I had every expectation that all I needed to purchase was a half cooked chicken. And lo, if there were only whole chickens, no partial cuts in all of the three lines that they carry. Another fluke to have me throw out spoiling meat, a stunt they have been doing of late, even if the fridge temperature has been increased even for half cuts of chicken. It is outrageous that I am forced to purchase quantities of food that I don't need, and I am not allowed to purchase less.
Another managed food item was breakfast cereal, which I thought I had been depleted faster than I was using it, meaning the perps were incrementally stealing food to cause it to finish sooner. Well, there was a reason for it, as the packaging now comes with this way fugly red printing on it, one of those disgusting reds that I cannot stand. I suspect this is to get me to put the new bag contents in the old bag to avoid seeing this fucking outrage every day.
The street freaks were out, and at one location I was in a confluence of three skateboarders, which are not supposed to be on the sidewalks. And lo, if a fourth skateboarder wasn't on my tail after I left the supermarket. It is fucking tiresome seeing the bylaws violated every day at the behest of some sick minded assholes who have chosen the most difficult objective; learning how to screw over an innocent citizen from a remote location instead of summoning the gumption to confront me directly.
1900h
A jab in the back while seated in my chair as some outside bus noise erupted. I am also getting "the beam", the dusk time "reflection" off the opposite residental tower, one that has increased in intensity and can now punch through the curtains and sit in my left side peripherial vision. There are some pictures of this; look for recent "pictures" keyworded postings.
The Harley Davidson noise has been used extensively today; at least thirty times begining at 0800h this morning, long before that crowd is ever awake. No matter, projected noise or real noise, these burst of loud motorcycles are timed with the usual efficiency; when cleaning the dishes (always a perp fascination), web page changes, when putting the first piece of chocolate in my mouth in the morning or at tea time, and so on. It is the most loathed noise of all, and I have no idea what long ago subconscious associations there maybe with such a noise, and the perps make sure I now loathe it all the more these days. There is a significant story behind this particular aversion, and I have no recollections as to why.
Speaking of recall decimation by remote means; on the Camelot series of interviews, Richard Hoagland is quite sure the US astronauts, save Neil Armstrong, are getting remotely applied recall deletion as to what they saw on the moon. Hoagland claims they saw glass structures which are very clear in his untouched photos. It is in part 2, and I hope to see part 3 tonight. He is an extremely fascinating individual, one of the pioneers in holding NASA's feet to the fire. And speaking of covert groups pulling the strings behind the scenes, he indicates that there are three power groups in conflict within NASA; the masons, the wizards and the Nazis who are in constant conflict.
2140h
I have the headphones on and the perps have taken to planting creaking noise "attributable" to them, and yet the headphone components are not being flexed or moved in any way. Then came the overhead pounding, so it is time to give them a rest. I listened to part 3 of the Camelot Hoagland interview, and lo, if he isn't coming to understand torsional energies that permeate plasma, space, gravitics and consciousness and of course, it being something near and dear to the cretins that have me in a hole by way of these same technologies. It was affirming that an esteemed researcher as he is coming round to understand the big picture, vis a vis the "torsion waves" and how this significant realm of science has been subverted and kept from publication for over 150 years, save the Soviet Union ironically. I did send Camelot an email about offering myself as a subject, but they never replied. If there are any TI's reading this, perhaps you can send your own email to them if you want to offer yourself as an interview subject, and perhaps create a critical mass of awareness.
2210h
I just got a simultaneous zapping with an overhead pounding while listening to music, the same Jill Barber tracks of the past week. Therefore, another screaming rant at the psychopathic assholes who pulled this off yet again. Then a mini-zap in my left arm when on the armrest. No doubt the fuckers will want to undertake some correlative zappings when I am in bed tonight, before I get to sleep.
Time to call this one done for the day, being so utterly pissed at these scurilous assholes, who are still at it, flashing plasma at me.
An early morning get-up after two hours of forced sleeplessness with the attendant overhead noise of pounding concrete, hallway banter at 0200h, street shouting, pillow crunching noise in my ears, faked bug crawling on my face, in my hair, on the adjacent wall, endless head flippings and of course the planted notions that run all the time, though nothing of significance.
That was preceded by more bloodletting games before I got to bed; the self-erupting zit on my nose bled all over my nose, and could only be staunched by pressure of the white towel, and multiple interations thereof. This prank was identical to one a few months ago, right down to zit placement, on the right side my nose and just inside my lower peripherial vision to keep a red object there, and to then become a red "wound" of equal annoyance today. Zits with the same behavior in the identical location on my nose when I rarely get them now. How could that be coincidence?
And lo, if the perps did not fake another "shaving nick" today, two skin lesions inflicted about a quarter inch apart, and not staunchable with the steptic pencil, another only-in-perpland physicality manifestation that is consistent with their past practice.
1240h
I got sucked into, or more like cognitively dithered, into not putting a title in when I began this blog posting, and once saved, Blogger defaults to the first lines of the posting as a default. That puts the new title at odds with the file name, assigned at the first save. So..., that discrepancy is of great noisestalking interest as I repair the damage, and put a real title in, not the defaulted one. I get the Harley noise, hallway voices and whacking, fake bus whine, and a bunch of others I won't get into, as this becomes a self-fulfilling activity; blog about the noise, and more of it continues with the concept that I am blogging about the very noise as it is happening. This kind of managed synchronicity is the perp managed "normal". Ditto when swearing about another abuse stunt; very often the object/color will "happen" as I am rebuking the perps, under the cute euphenism of "vocalizing my complaints". And lo, here comes the manager and his voice in the hallway, noisetracking me it would seem some 15 minutes after a one-slice tortilla lunch.
And the manager's voice also erupted before lunch when I was putting my clothes back on after a forced shower to clean up after taking a crap, another event managed for maximum mess and inconvenience.
I think the big excitement for the perps is having me start a new bar soap color today; it is the same Lever 2000 brand, but a light powder blue color. I purchased two four-packs, so this change up is expected to be a major advance it would seem. I expect heavy gangstalking with this color when I go to the gym later, so lets see if my prediction is going to come true. In fact, the perps already started me on this color when my mother and I looked at pima cotton sweaters yesterday, one being the identical blue color as today's new bar soap. And no, I don't find much interest in these topics, but as it is the first soap color change since 2005, same brand then, it has major significance as a perp harassment and related fuckery research accomplishment.
The perps froze my vertical scroll, and while yelling at them, they played the most-loathed Harley motorcycle noise, and then began some hallway voices, the manager again. Just another harassment moment, one of many hundreds in a given day. Now more hallway clunking and bashing noise.
The perps have arranged today as the day for painting the yellow curb lines on the street they ripped up earlier this year, now fully paved after putting in two 30" green colored PVC sewage lines and burying them in 3' of poured concrete and then laying down road base gravel material and then asphalt. They tell me that the pipes were put in place to undertake analysis of my output vis a vis the PVC pipes, all to get my energetic interaction as I walk past them or over them on the sidewalk. As always, they cannot be taken at their word, but who knows, as everything is strange, including the dearth of genuine tenants in this and all the proximate (within 500') apartment buildings. At my last apartment residence there was another apartment block some 150' away, and the perps had a septic services truck come by twice for a suction job on extracting the septic contents. This was bizarre as the building would have been connected to the city services. This topic has no end of perp ramifications and stunts, and I will leave it at that for now.
Picture time; taken on 04-23-2008, it shows my sheets getting smeared and speckled at the headboard end, UNDER the pillows somehow. I have no idea how this arrives, no idea why the sheet can get smeared and the contacting pillowcase cannot, and no idea why there is a circular pattern to the smears. Usually the black spotted specks are locii for masers to emanate from or change direction, presumably a reference location.
Taken 04-23-2008. A minor near same color vehicle confluence at an intersection, this being exceedingly common.
Taken 04-24-2008, 1818h 04sec. Just the usual, though I am sure that it was arranged to be precisely what it appears. Three parked vehicles, two silver grey and a white vehicle and another silver grey (pickup) passing by, exactly lined up with that infernal white plastic bag still stuck in the tree as it has done for over six months now. No fluke that, lining vehicles up with garbage at the precise moment I take the photo.
Taken 04-24-2008, 1818h 09sec. A silver grey vehicle is now passing in the opposite direction, and a navy blue vehicle (a common gangstalker color), is passing by after the above siver grey vehicle. Then it was time to get off the deck to avoid any more "coincidences" of orchestrated vehicle colors.
1345h
It is time to head to the gym and see what the gangstalking intensity is today.
1715h
I am back from the gym, and then a stop-by "Chicken Run" shopping at the local supermarket. In the latter case it was a full-on freakshow, aided by a checkout obstruction stunt where there were many "customers" ahead of me in various hues of brown clothing, and finally a big suited lug in front of me buying two brown colored packages of cookies. The story didn't add up in his case, all these suits "off work" at 1600h when I was there. At least three chinless males were loitering around me while I was in the lineup at the checkout, and there was the usual other Unfavoreds; big hat acts, shiftless middle aged males and other fuglies. And lo, if one of the freaks from gym class that ended at 1530h "somehow happened" to be in the supermarket at 1600h. To pull that off he would have to have taken the bus or teleported, and more likely the latter. A woman in the gym class pulled this same stunt in the same circumstances about four months ago. Today's reprising class member is also the same freak dude who "happened" to be passing through the waiting area at the doctor's office about three weeks ago, another astonishing stunt of timing/managed coincidence.
The 6'8" hulking suit, dark grey in color, in front of me at the supermarket checkout line was purchasing two brown color packaged rolls of cookies, presumably with chocolate on them, being of the Pimm's line. Incredibly, the lining of his suit jacket was hanging below the hem by some 1" for 4" of length. Once the checkout obstruction was done, he departed, and it was my turn to have my groceries rung up. When the hulking suit should of been long gone, there he was at his black monster SUV in the outside parking lot with the rear door open, (very common perp arrangement) and he was taking off his suit jacket. I often get the operatives and their shills removing or adding garments on in public, and here was the same dude from the checkout lineup. He had somehow delayed his departure to show me his suit jacket removal games. It is fucking tiresome, as I have seen this act so many times, the reprising gangstalker in differing locations, garment configuration and/or lighting conditions.
The gangstalk show at the gym was on the moderate side today, I actually had some seeming freedom to pick and chose what equipment I was going to work on, save one non class dude who kept hounding me just so he could do nothing close by. The regular class freak who constantly stalks me, Ethnic Gut, was in his bright yellow shirt again, and in position at the stairwell when I entered, just as he was last week. The other featured class stalker, New Bald, was absent as he was all last week, so hopefully I have seen the last of that disgusting skinhead act. Curiously there wasn't other skinheads in his place.
When walking to the gym today, I had a party of five operatives coming toward me on the sidewalk, some 40' in front of me. This is bizarre enough, as this is a residential neighborhood, and it is extremely rare to find that many individuals together. Anyhow, they somehow jointly decided to reverse direction, and it was the most amazing event; they all turned at the identical moment, in a precision drill as if it were a military parade. They then walked some 12', and then somehow decided that they would all jaywalk across the street at the same time. When does it ever happen that a party that large agrees to jaywalk together? Entertaining if nothing else.
And another new dude in the gym class today, he of an armfull of tatoos on each side, yet another loathed Unfavored feature, but he wasn't positioned in my face at all thankfully. Perhaps his turn will come later.
I got my regular tail whe returning from the gym; a redheaded woman class member tails me for about 15 minutes of walking time, first in lead-ahead mode, then I pass by her, and then she catches up to me again at this certain intersection. Today's gangstalking leapfrog was absolutely identical in timing to last Thursday's by the same woman. This would be another never-before in having a tail that is on me with identical timing in two successive gym class days.
The perps only let me run four minutes on the treadmill today, "causing me" to feel whacked out when I had been doing 11 minute runs with some included warmup time. So, back on the stationary bicycle again, and lo, if a redheaded seen-before operative didn't need to take the bicycle next to me instead any of the four others. He was in a olive drab colored shirt with fugly orange detail, and lo, if I didn't "happen" to wear the same colored jacket today, having put it in the locker. It is very plain that the perps work off clothing colors of items I had been previously wearing, only 25 minutes prior in this case.
At the supermarket, and now on this reduced food intake, I had every expectation that all I needed to purchase was a half cooked chicken. And lo, if there were only whole chickens, no partial cuts in all of the three lines that they carry. Another fluke to have me throw out spoiling meat, a stunt they have been doing of late, even if the fridge temperature has been increased even for half cuts of chicken. It is outrageous that I am forced to purchase quantities of food that I don't need, and I am not allowed to purchase less.
Another managed food item was breakfast cereal, which I thought I had been depleted faster than I was using it, meaning the perps were incrementally stealing food to cause it to finish sooner. Well, there was a reason for it, as the packaging now comes with this way fugly red printing on it, one of those disgusting reds that I cannot stand. I suspect this is to get me to put the new bag contents in the old bag to avoid seeing this fucking outrage every day.
The street freaks were out, and at one location I was in a confluence of three skateboarders, which are not supposed to be on the sidewalks. And lo, if a fourth skateboarder wasn't on my tail after I left the supermarket. It is fucking tiresome seeing the bylaws violated every day at the behest of some sick minded assholes who have chosen the most difficult objective; learning how to screw over an innocent citizen from a remote location instead of summoning the gumption to confront me directly.
1900h
A jab in the back while seated in my chair as some outside bus noise erupted. I am also getting "the beam", the dusk time "reflection" off the opposite residental tower, one that has increased in intensity and can now punch through the curtains and sit in my left side peripherial vision. There are some pictures of this; look for recent "pictures" keyworded postings.
The Harley Davidson noise has been used extensively today; at least thirty times begining at 0800h this morning, long before that crowd is ever awake. No matter, projected noise or real noise, these burst of loud motorcycles are timed with the usual efficiency; when cleaning the dishes (always a perp fascination), web page changes, when putting the first piece of chocolate in my mouth in the morning or at tea time, and so on. It is the most loathed noise of all, and I have no idea what long ago subconscious associations there maybe with such a noise, and the perps make sure I now loathe it all the more these days. There is a significant story behind this particular aversion, and I have no recollections as to why.
Speaking of recall decimation by remote means; on the Camelot series of interviews, Richard Hoagland is quite sure the US astronauts, save Neil Armstrong, are getting remotely applied recall deletion as to what they saw on the moon. Hoagland claims they saw glass structures which are very clear in his untouched photos. It is in part 2, and I hope to see part 3 tonight. He is an extremely fascinating individual, one of the pioneers in holding NASA's feet to the fire. And speaking of covert groups pulling the strings behind the scenes, he indicates that there are three power groups in conflict within NASA; the masons, the wizards and the Nazis who are in constant conflict.
2140h
I have the headphones on and the perps have taken to planting creaking noise "attributable" to them, and yet the headphone components are not being flexed or moved in any way. Then came the overhead pounding, so it is time to give them a rest. I listened to part 3 of the Camelot Hoagland interview, and lo, if he isn't coming to understand torsional energies that permeate plasma, space, gravitics and consciousness and of course, it being something near and dear to the cretins that have me in a hole by way of these same technologies. It was affirming that an esteemed researcher as he is coming round to understand the big picture, vis a vis the "torsion waves" and how this significant realm of science has been subverted and kept from publication for over 150 years, save the Soviet Union ironically. I did send Camelot an email about offering myself as a subject, but they never replied. If there are any TI's reading this, perhaps you can send your own email to them if you want to offer yourself as an interview subject, and perhaps create a critical mass of awareness.
2210h
I just got a simultaneous zapping with an overhead pounding while listening to music, the same Jill Barber tracks of the past week. Therefore, another screaming rant at the psychopathic assholes who pulled this off yet again. Then a mini-zap in my left arm when on the armrest. No doubt the fuckers will want to undertake some correlative zappings when I am in bed tonight, before I get to sleep.
Time to call this one done for the day, being so utterly pissed at these scurilous assholes, who are still at it, flashing plasma at me.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Uptown Coughing and Hacking
1015h
This apartment block is decidedly more uptown than the putative rooming house that I lived in for the past seven months until May 01, 2007. But, the same noises are resurfacing, and the latest is the "vagrant's coughing jag", an extended coughing fit from poor health "erupted" in the hallway that belies the kind of tenant that would live here. The only reason I can afford to live here is that I get a subsidy on the rent, though in fact, that doesn't stop the vagrant class from getting one too.
This noise, like nearly all of them, are either continuations of the noise of the last residence location, or ones before that when I lived in a concrete building, like this is. I was introduced early in the overt harassment campaign with feigned coughing that erupted anytime I was proximate to the planted fuckers at the hospital where I was illegally incarcerated for five months.
My theory on the constant coughing and hacking that erupts anywhere in my proximity, from yoga to malls to the grocery store, is that the brain must process this sound in an region of extreme interest to the perps, as they conduct their realtime mind-control energetics study on me, as well as applying the results to me, their backtest subject of first resort.
Today is a nation-wide holiday, always a long weekend for Victoria Day. And in this City of Victoria they put on a substantial parade through the downtown area, with many of the marching bands from Washington State, who are readying themselves for their long weekend, next week. Which means that most of the downtown streets are blocked off, and that the traffic around this apartment, only two blocks away, should be light. But, going by the noisescape, one would think that I live next to a freeway for all the high speed like swishing sound of road traffic.
As usual, I got the overhead pounding and rumbling noise within a minute of getting to bed last night; this has been consistent since the first week I moved in. Again, it is physically impossible for someone to pound and vibrate the 4" of concrete that separates one floor from another, and yet it goes on all the time, sometimes in rapid back and forth sequences.
1300h
After three weeks living in this apartment, I am now allowed to bend down the way I would normally, which is at my knees, as I am flexible enough to do that, nor overweight. Imagine that, not being allowed access to one's normal modes of action, but instead, get fucked into the old folks method of bending over, from the waist. Which is exactly what the gangstalkers and operatives do all the time in public, their "bend-overs", pretending to be extremely interested in something on the aisle displays. For three weeks, I have been aware that this is not the way I bend over, or reach something lowdown in the fridge, and yet I was fucked out of even knowing what my normal habit is. Fucking sick to say the least.
Now that the parade is over, it is back to full street noise, per amplified and projected noise games. A total barrage of motorcycle noises and loud mufflered vehicles accompanied the last PC shutdown, movement to the kitchen, making lunch, eating lunch and then doing the dishes. That is about 10 minutes straight, something they don't ordinarily do for lack of cover story, but today, it doesn't matter for some reason. Which suggests that they wanted to cover my neural energetics from this activity to lunch, using the same noise type, in the expectation that they could track the same thoughts and actions they don't yet control between the two activities. That is my take on it, and to date, I haven't found any new information, and no one has offered any.
1410h
This is a bell ringing moment; the one block away Cathedral bells are ringing on a Monday afternoon no less. Past readers will know that there is a considerable interest in the perps creating noise and vibration, hence the ubiquitous clanging and banging of objects, and judging from the last residence location, church bells are an ideal item to have vibrating, as even this will perturb the etheric votices, which in turn, offer more likelihood of quantifying those around me, especially as they relate to mind-control.
At lunch, my visual field was constantly filled with maser and plasma activity; it is a virtual constant not only where I live, but any place I frequent. Very often, the maser zingers will jump into my view while I am turning a corner to change the direction of my walking, usually at a right angle.
1630h
I went for a short shopping trip on this long weekend day, and I got skunked by the crowds the perps put on. I haven't had one of these in three years, but today, there were long lineups at every availible checkout. So I put down the black plastic shopping basket and bailed out, though not before two of the same orange wearing males were my ersatz sentries that I was compelled to walk between. And the usual head swivelling routine, stopping in the middle of the intersection of two aisles and pretending to be unaware of it. Even for that five minute exercise, which includes transit time to and from my apartment, the perps put on plenty of the selected gangstalker demographics. And they even put on someone doing the left-hand drive walking routine, walking exactly in my intended path toward me, which happens nearly every time I am outside.
And that five minute episode was likely the big event of the day, as they had me cooped up, and noisestalked for all the preceding hours since I got up.
The maser action is constant, even as I look at anything, and it is not only in my peripherial vision like they usually do. The walls have these filamentous wispy trails gliding along the surface, and any imperfection in the surface is a new place for these to emanate from. And there has been additional dents and bumps in my walls since I arrived, and the odd greyish graphite smudge like additions.
1745h
This must be the pre-dinner time excitement moment for perp research; I have a very active noisescape with sirens, 2 cycle motorcycle noise, overhead pounding and vibration, birds chirping (though none to be seen) and overhead tapping. And the masers are coming straight off this LCD panel as I type this, adding to the perturbance.
I am getting jabs in my right eye today, after getting the same in my leg, near my knee. I reckon this is more neural energetics response testing in conjunction with my thoughts, observations or actions. The eye jab erupted the very same instance I was reading the email of TI involved with activism, so the perps might be looking for some kind of correlative energy if they are monitoring the TI at the same level as ragging me every second.
1900h
I just got nailed with a faux reflection off the tower some 120' away, and this now serves as the "reason" a retina burn (actually a plasma incursion), is staying in my vision. Never mind the absurdity of the how the offending window could reflect down when the window is tilted upward. Wherever I type I get this grey image, and if I look off-screen, I get a bright green image in its place. It is like no reItina burn that I have ever had, and it is very likely that all have been plasma incursions. This time, they have substantially less regard for faking reality, and are less hidebound by conventional reality as they make their own.
2215h
More of the knee torquing torture tonight, but this time it is mated with simultaneous vision impairments, punching rumbling noise through my earmuffs, display of web pages etc. The whole combination of incursions and disruptions, touching as many senses as they can at onces. These fuckers are on one serious ego trip over their outlandish objectives, and they have enough sickos lined up to rotate them through and move them on to other Targeted Individuals, as my life has been rendered as dull as it can get.
Enough for a post, the vision fuckery is getting bad in both eyes, and call this almost shut-in day over.
This apartment block is decidedly more uptown than the putative rooming house that I lived in for the past seven months until May 01, 2007. But, the same noises are resurfacing, and the latest is the "vagrant's coughing jag", an extended coughing fit from poor health "erupted" in the hallway that belies the kind of tenant that would live here. The only reason I can afford to live here is that I get a subsidy on the rent, though in fact, that doesn't stop the vagrant class from getting one too.
This noise, like nearly all of them, are either continuations of the noise of the last residence location, or ones before that when I lived in a concrete building, like this is. I was introduced early in the overt harassment campaign with feigned coughing that erupted anytime I was proximate to the planted fuckers at the hospital where I was illegally incarcerated for five months.
My theory on the constant coughing and hacking that erupts anywhere in my proximity, from yoga to malls to the grocery store, is that the brain must process this sound in an region of extreme interest to the perps, as they conduct their realtime mind-control energetics study on me, as well as applying the results to me, their backtest subject of first resort.
Today is a nation-wide holiday, always a long weekend for Victoria Day. And in this City of Victoria they put on a substantial parade through the downtown area, with many of the marching bands from Washington State, who are readying themselves for their long weekend, next week. Which means that most of the downtown streets are blocked off, and that the traffic around this apartment, only two blocks away, should be light. But, going by the noisescape, one would think that I live next to a freeway for all the high speed like swishing sound of road traffic.
As usual, I got the overhead pounding and rumbling noise within a minute of getting to bed last night; this has been consistent since the first week I moved in. Again, it is physically impossible for someone to pound and vibrate the 4" of concrete that separates one floor from another, and yet it goes on all the time, sometimes in rapid back and forth sequences.
1300h
After three weeks living in this apartment, I am now allowed to bend down the way I would normally, which is at my knees, as I am flexible enough to do that, nor overweight. Imagine that, not being allowed access to one's normal modes of action, but instead, get fucked into the old folks method of bending over, from the waist. Which is exactly what the gangstalkers and operatives do all the time in public, their "bend-overs", pretending to be extremely interested in something on the aisle displays. For three weeks, I have been aware that this is not the way I bend over, or reach something lowdown in the fridge, and yet I was fucked out of even knowing what my normal habit is. Fucking sick to say the least.
Now that the parade is over, it is back to full street noise, per amplified and projected noise games. A total barrage of motorcycle noises and loud mufflered vehicles accompanied the last PC shutdown, movement to the kitchen, making lunch, eating lunch and then doing the dishes. That is about 10 minutes straight, something they don't ordinarily do for lack of cover story, but today, it doesn't matter for some reason. Which suggests that they wanted to cover my neural energetics from this activity to lunch, using the same noise type, in the expectation that they could track the same thoughts and actions they don't yet control between the two activities. That is my take on it, and to date, I haven't found any new information, and no one has offered any.
1410h
This is a bell ringing moment; the one block away Cathedral bells are ringing on a Monday afternoon no less. Past readers will know that there is a considerable interest in the perps creating noise and vibration, hence the ubiquitous clanging and banging of objects, and judging from the last residence location, church bells are an ideal item to have vibrating, as even this will perturb the etheric votices, which in turn, offer more likelihood of quantifying those around me, especially as they relate to mind-control.
At lunch, my visual field was constantly filled with maser and plasma activity; it is a virtual constant not only where I live, but any place I frequent. Very often, the maser zingers will jump into my view while I am turning a corner to change the direction of my walking, usually at a right angle.
1630h
I went for a short shopping trip on this long weekend day, and I got skunked by the crowds the perps put on. I haven't had one of these in three years, but today, there were long lineups at every availible checkout. So I put down the black plastic shopping basket and bailed out, though not before two of the same orange wearing males were my ersatz sentries that I was compelled to walk between. And the usual head swivelling routine, stopping in the middle of the intersection of two aisles and pretending to be unaware of it. Even for that five minute exercise, which includes transit time to and from my apartment, the perps put on plenty of the selected gangstalker demographics. And they even put on someone doing the left-hand drive walking routine, walking exactly in my intended path toward me, which happens nearly every time I am outside.
And that five minute episode was likely the big event of the day, as they had me cooped up, and noisestalked for all the preceding hours since I got up.
The maser action is constant, even as I look at anything, and it is not only in my peripherial vision like they usually do. The walls have these filamentous wispy trails gliding along the surface, and any imperfection in the surface is a new place for these to emanate from. And there has been additional dents and bumps in my walls since I arrived, and the odd greyish graphite smudge like additions.
1745h
This must be the pre-dinner time excitement moment for perp research; I have a very active noisescape with sirens, 2 cycle motorcycle noise, overhead pounding and vibration, birds chirping (though none to be seen) and overhead tapping. And the masers are coming straight off this LCD panel as I type this, adding to the perturbance.
I am getting jabs in my right eye today, after getting the same in my leg, near my knee. I reckon this is more neural energetics response testing in conjunction with my thoughts, observations or actions. The eye jab erupted the very same instance I was reading the email of TI involved with activism, so the perps might be looking for some kind of correlative energy if they are monitoring the TI at the same level as ragging me every second.
1900h
I just got nailed with a faux reflection off the tower some 120' away, and this now serves as the "reason" a retina burn (actually a plasma incursion), is staying in my vision. Never mind the absurdity of the how the offending window could reflect down when the window is tilted upward. Wherever I type I get this grey image, and if I look off-screen, I get a bright green image in its place. It is like no reItina burn that I have ever had, and it is very likely that all have been plasma incursions. This time, they have substantially less regard for faking reality, and are less hidebound by conventional reality as they make their own.
2215h
More of the knee torquing torture tonight, but this time it is mated with simultaneous vision impairments, punching rumbling noise through my earmuffs, display of web pages etc. The whole combination of incursions and disruptions, touching as many senses as they can at onces. These fuckers are on one serious ego trip over their outlandish objectives, and they have enough sickos lined up to rotate them through and move them on to other Targeted Individuals, as my life has been rendered as dull as it can get.
Enough for a post, the vision fuckery is getting bad in both eyes, and call this almost shut-in day over.
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