11-20-2018
As I write this the ground and this building I live in is shaking. The garage opposite my window across the back lane is getting demolished as I write, with the aid of an excavator and a dump truck. And the fact that I am home at 1000h on a Tuesday to witness this is also not a fluke; as it "happens" the boss wasn't in and there wasn't anything assigned to do, nor any tasks outstanding. I wasn't the only one in these circumstances, and I drove my co-worker home as well. The two installers at work were also running out of things to do and were on the brink of heading home too.
Back to the excavator for a moment, and the articulating boom with the bucket and thumb on the end. Have I not mentioned before that the perps like to arrange boom trucks to transit, and more often, work with extended booms in my proximity with inordinate frequency? Many times I think, but this time it is only 20' away and shaking the place. And too, the demolition of buildings seems to be big deal, with the inevitable conclusion of the debris going to the landfill. Construction of buildings is also of perp interest too for that matter, though it of course takes longer.
Yoga last night, and a full house of some 18 other yogis. I don't know why the woman behind me had to park her mat 6" away when there was plenty of space elsewhere in the room, but hey, this is "normal". The E. Indian male shirtless freak wasn't there, and hence none of that purposeful gliding in at the last second to put his mat beside mine, like he did twice in succession.
The yogic freak show last night seemed to be about tattoos; at least two full arm jobs on women, and the female instructor was also full measure in that department. (I can barely look at her). There were at least three more women with lesser arm tattoos, the scripted writing going up the arm for crissakes. The instructor said next week's class will be her last, so it is either that the next instructor and her unsightly tattoos are going to be more prominent or much less. We shall see.
Another yoga instructor feature the perps like to manipulate is the manner of the instructor's tone of speech; is the instruction delivered as more of a suggestion/request, or as an insistent command. This seems to be a big deal for the perps, as one instructor who had much more of an authoritative command type delivery only lasted one session about three years ago. Go figure.
The loathesome game of huggies in the supermarket, but this time it was my turn. After work I went SOF and a woman viticulturist I know was there and greeted me with a hug. We chatted only briefly, and as her boyfiend was there. I met her at the harvest party two weeks ago, and again, didn't get much interaction time before we were interupted. I had spoken to her at length last year, on two occasions. It would seem the perps are up to their games of limiting contact time with known associates. She is one of the few people I find conversational and interesting and we never failed to chat at length whenever we have crossed paths in vineyard jobs in the last three years.
11-22-2018
To the big city of Kelowna today, to get my IV iron transfusion, as the Good Doctor determined I was low and she also had done prior diligence in determining that I don't absorb iron. I was hoping to meet her and get some idea of how to turn this into a more quantifiable and consistent treatment regimen, rather than me phoning for my "annual" iron check up. And too, the Good Doctor wasn't very consistent this year, as I had to remind her that a ferritin test was inadequate, and she had to re-test me for other iron parameters. As to what they all are and their relative levels I don't know, nor am I any the wiser as to how the results were interpreted. I had to remind her last year of the same thing. So yes, the Good Doctor is losing her status IMHO, though she deserves full credit for disposition for action.
Curiously, I didn't get to see the Good Doctor this time, and only the recently hired nurse administered the IV feed. And the price went up $100 from last year, so I felt a little miffed that I didn't get to articulate my need to get this whole deal down to a more predictable schedule. The last twice I had the iron IV, the office staff babes popped by to check up on me, presumably in place of the doctor, as the process takes over an hour. The nurse did check up on me, but wasn't nearly as attractive though.
I went early to the big city to the tool supply store N of town and got a 1/8" round over router bit after three weeks of promises from the boss man as it is holding up completion of our chair rail installation at the hospital construction site. I was just plain fed up in other words, as he had already travelled to Kelowna twice in the last two weeks and failed to get the router bit as promised.
I got back to the hospital construction site at 1230h, and lo, if someone from the crew, who (unexpectedly) took a day off with the boss man in Kelowna last week, didn't also "happen" to be getting the same router bit as stated by the boss man. No good deed goes unpunished, sabotaged, compromised, duplicated or otherwise interfered with. As it "happened", the boss texted the co-worker in time and he did not get the router bit, and loaded up on purchasing a large number of tools for his own use. A curious "coincidence" I find, given the perps interest in sending others I am working with to the same stores, (this time a hours' drive away) and of course, engaging in financial transactions (for similar items, e.g. tools). Said co-worker was there in the big city last week, and didn't get any tools then, and had a day off two days beforehand. All too odd IMHO. And if I have a tool fetish, one can be sure the perps have long arranged this for whatever reasons they have in this.
And what is with the perps arranging finger cuts of late? I have had three in the last week, and the last most was most odd as I did not run my finger into anything sharp. Yesterday it was an obvious jerkaround; I had used a chisel while kneeling on the floor, and then placed it 12" from where I was using my R hand, and lo, if my L hand didn't inexplicably move for no purpose and get run into the chisel. I was absolutely pissed, as it was a blatant mind fuck stunt. And it "happened" at the same location of last week where the aforementioned curious cause finger cut erupted. The perps just love to arrange blood "samples" as I call them, usually arranging blood to drop onto the floor or nearby objects.
Another imperative of the perp assholes is to slow things up, and bloodletting with arranged finger cuts also serves that purpose. On both occasions, I was in the groove, efficiently attending to something that I know how to do well, and then the assholes struck with a finger cut to then break up the continuity and sense of purpose. Meaning that I had to go to the office and clean it up, and put on a band-aid. Like what the fuck for?
Other continuity disruptions this week were when guys came by with innocuous reasons, as in lame questions, when I was in the groove and getting on with end banding. I was using the router and the new bit to get the plastic imitation wood grain pieces made up that go on the exposed ends of the MDF chair rails, finally attending to this pointless (IMHO) imposed delay that the boss man invoked in spite of his avowed interest in finishing this particular job. My regular co-worker for the chair rails, the passive-aggressive Russian emigre mentioned in past posts, also came by to run his hand over the routed pieces I had made up. Funny that, with the perps longstanding interest in cutting tools, from knives onward, and he shows up, when he was busy on another assignment that kept him fully occupied. Even more curious was that he later came by to sweep up the plastic chips that had spewed from the routers over the prior two hours I was in the cutting room. It has been most unlike him to do any sweeping or cleaning, especially if it was for me.
Anti-metal music here, aka bluegrass-like; I won't vouch for the lyrics, but to hear good music and see such accomplished performers having so much fun is too hard to resist giving this a link. David Rawlings Machine as they like to call themselves; Hot Corn, Cold Corn needs some lyrical translation for this northerner, but I play it most nights of late.
Enough for a post for the week I think, even if the multitude of workplace gangstalkers is so predictable in "arriving" when I turn corners or enter or exit the building. Also, elevator egress (of me, and my gangstalkers) are a big deal for the perps, something that they taught me early when all this insane abuse rained (or reigned) down 04-2002 and hasn't let up. Suddenly, all manner of folks just plain "forgot" normal elevator etiquette of letting the passengers out before entering and started piling in to prevent my egress and/or to bump into me on purpose.
In support of this activity, they even pulled an obvious teleportation job a few months ago at this work site, mentioned in a posting at the time, where the guy (supposed tradesman) gets out on one floor and then "somehow" shows up on the next higher floor getting on, with no conventional discernible means or available time to pull this off. That he was wearing a backpack and had it pushed into me (due to the small elevator and high passenger load) added to his perp cred. The perps like to arrange backpacks to back into me, the usual ploy being that the wearer feigns obliviousness of their extended depth. Another past common location for this stunt is public transportation, aided by the buses being peculiarly busy for that time of day and direction.
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Sunday, November 25, 2018
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
One Big Show for One Outing
1730h
After keeping me in a quandry all day long as to which removable hard drive and what configuration I should get, the local (one block away) computer store seemed like the best bet. Off I go, my first outing of the day, and the gangstalkers were all over me, like Christmas time. Naturally the time of day helps, getting off work time, though mostly bureaucrats get off at 4 or 4:30, and don't go shopping for groceries after. And as it "so happens", the computer store wouldn't take my money over the phone, and when I got there they couldn't get me a quote on the price, and so I will have to do this all over again tomorrow I suspect. The perp sickos like to protract nearly every major activity that I do, especially financial transactions. This is how it often works, get me to the cusp of engaging in a financial transaction, (or other perps orchestrated theme activity), and then repeat later, same store, same personnel or sometimes adding a babe as part of the arrangement. There aren't too many babes in the computer sales, but there was a large one parked up against the storefront glass only 2' away, directly opposite where I was standing when speaking to the salesman. But she was a seeming staff member, a sizeable lard ass, as it unfolded when she finished sucking on a cigarette outside, coming through the main door and walking behind me. And plenty more of the swarms when I exited the store as well, even the "Binder Minders", the ones posted at the street corner with their binders putting on a canvassing for some cause. Today, the binders were a mid-green. The Regular Fuckwit Twit when I got back to the apartment lobby was wearing the same green as a toque, sitting in the couch and looking totally stupid, more than he usually does. One of my regular wackos it seems.
I also use the term "Binder Minders" for those dedicated asshole who ride their brake pedal in front of me, as they find no end of reason to slow down, even when going uphill for crissakes. I was once driving some snow packed highway in a winding region along the Fraser River canyon, and complained to my then wife about the idiot riding his brakes in front of me, as it then forced me too, and I could of gone faster even. She seemed totally weirded out by my suggestion and I could not figure out what was the big deal over such a simple observation. Now I know, the Binder Minder ahead of me who was riding his brakes, and often forcing me to do the same (not wise when in snow packed highway conditions), was on duty for the sickos, something she must of known at the time.
I noticed that the streets had been "pre-wetted" for my short journey outside to the computer shop. The rain came on about an hour beforehand but had dissapated by the time I was out. These pre-trip rain showers are also common when I set off driving, "happening" again three days ago when setting off with my mother to her doctor's appointment. This winter, I am batting about 50% each time I set off in her vehicle from her place.
Another reason for today's perp profusion might of been that it was dusk onset, the light level rapidly dropping once I got out of the computer store. Not my problem, so why in the fuck are all these assholes out and around me every time?
2140h
A third reason for the perps' ambulatory confluence above was that they loaded me with two 100g chocolate bars with tea at 1530h, about an hour and a half before venturing out. I fucking hate spending all this money on chocolate, and even more when they double up the intake for their own fucking games that unfold later. And too, it was pre-dinner, and the perps like to get me then as it seems the action of digestion isn't as understood from their perspective, and so it would seem that their intractable brown color problem must not be conflicted with the post-food intake/digestion. Can't have two confusing items clash can we, unless we are dumping on the victim with more cognitive fuckery, then its open season.
And I see that the sickos are underlining this very line as I type it with a 3/4" wide horizontal band of pinkish plasma across the entire LCD panel, then dropping one end or the other to skew it off horizontal for whatever effect they are looking for. It has been a busy plasma and maser day today.
Another arrangement was this morning, having the cable serviceman come to fix the signal box in the phone line that separates the intercom and the inbound phone calls. He was here all of three minutes as the problem was fixed by a part swap out, and one minute of that was me shutting down the PC while he was here so no discs could be moved inadvertently. That he was red haired and 260ib of thuggish appearance didn't win any Favored demographic points, but I suppose that was the idea. He was courteous and professional, and all was copesthetic. That he was here for the big EMF spike the power supply gives off when shutting down was likely the real plan, but I am sure that the ubiquitous cell phones are yet another localized EMF/energetic abetting disturbance that the sickos need in my proximity.
And too, he was likely here for the 1/2" blood splat on my L. chin area, a post-shaving eruption that I was not priviy to and did not feel of know. Only some time afterward on a forced pee did I get to see the on-chin blood mark, something similar in shape and location to the chocolate swatches they put on me a few years ago. I am sure there was much perp arrangement in all of the above serviceman's visitation as they "only" take out the phone or intercom about once per year, and this was it. For the most part they don't want me to have visitors it seems, and my guess is that they may leave their energetic signature in the concrete and carpet, and the perps are still attempting to figure that one out it seems, always trying to put someone or some vehicle over my walking tracks wherever I go, in front or behind, or both for the odd 360 degree circling Fuckwit.
Not an exciting day as one can tell, but I suppose there is a particular theme they are working of of late, having to do with hard drives, computer storage, booting up, disc playing and copying, and the like. I still haven't attempted another run at playing a DVD, but the assholes nixed my notion of throwing them out as I was so pissed with their blatant obstruction to two days ago. They haven't let me watch a movie in full since late 2004 as it had been a twice per month habit until then. But it is like any engagement; they want to keep forcing re-starts and re-engagements, and most of my phone calls form a similar pattern; telephone messages back and forth until contact, and almost universally the call gets prematurely terminated by the other party and we resume at a later date and time. The perps need this run up of disruption for any lengthy activity I do, and if common enough, they build up a series of disruptions at each critical stage of the event. e.g phone calls, watching TV (60 Minute segments even), and even when begining a new book.
2400h
More flailing away at removable hard drive shopping, getting it down to a in-country vendor. Newegg.ca counts, but their Icy Dock line sucks up here, no trayless designs.
Enough tech talk, and time to post this dreck.
After keeping me in a quandry all day long as to which removable hard drive and what configuration I should get, the local (one block away) computer store seemed like the best bet. Off I go, my first outing of the day, and the gangstalkers were all over me, like Christmas time. Naturally the time of day helps, getting off work time, though mostly bureaucrats get off at 4 or 4:30, and don't go shopping for groceries after. And as it "so happens", the computer store wouldn't take my money over the phone, and when I got there they couldn't get me a quote on the price, and so I will have to do this all over again tomorrow I suspect. The perp sickos like to protract nearly every major activity that I do, especially financial transactions. This is how it often works, get me to the cusp of engaging in a financial transaction, (or other perps orchestrated theme activity), and then repeat later, same store, same personnel or sometimes adding a babe as part of the arrangement. There aren't too many babes in the computer sales, but there was a large one parked up against the storefront glass only 2' away, directly opposite where I was standing when speaking to the salesman. But she was a seeming staff member, a sizeable lard ass, as it unfolded when she finished sucking on a cigarette outside, coming through the main door and walking behind me. And plenty more of the swarms when I exited the store as well, even the "Binder Minders", the ones posted at the street corner with their binders putting on a canvassing for some cause. Today, the binders were a mid-green. The Regular Fuckwit Twit when I got back to the apartment lobby was wearing the same green as a toque, sitting in the couch and looking totally stupid, more than he usually does. One of my regular wackos it seems.
I also use the term "Binder Minders" for those dedicated asshole who ride their brake pedal in front of me, as they find no end of reason to slow down, even when going uphill for crissakes. I was once driving some snow packed highway in a winding region along the Fraser River canyon, and complained to my then wife about the idiot riding his brakes in front of me, as it then forced me too, and I could of gone faster even. She seemed totally weirded out by my suggestion and I could not figure out what was the big deal over such a simple observation. Now I know, the Binder Minder ahead of me who was riding his brakes, and often forcing me to do the same (not wise when in snow packed highway conditions), was on duty for the sickos, something she must of known at the time.
I noticed that the streets had been "pre-wetted" for my short journey outside to the computer shop. The rain came on about an hour beforehand but had dissapated by the time I was out. These pre-trip rain showers are also common when I set off driving, "happening" again three days ago when setting off with my mother to her doctor's appointment. This winter, I am batting about 50% each time I set off in her vehicle from her place.
Another reason for today's perp profusion might of been that it was dusk onset, the light level rapidly dropping once I got out of the computer store. Not my problem, so why in the fuck are all these assholes out and around me every time?
2140h
A third reason for the perps' ambulatory confluence above was that they loaded me with two 100g chocolate bars with tea at 1530h, about an hour and a half before venturing out. I fucking hate spending all this money on chocolate, and even more when they double up the intake for their own fucking games that unfold later. And too, it was pre-dinner, and the perps like to get me then as it seems the action of digestion isn't as understood from their perspective, and so it would seem that their intractable brown color problem must not be conflicted with the post-food intake/digestion. Can't have two confusing items clash can we, unless we are dumping on the victim with more cognitive fuckery, then its open season.
And I see that the sickos are underlining this very line as I type it with a 3/4" wide horizontal band of pinkish plasma across the entire LCD panel, then dropping one end or the other to skew it off horizontal for whatever effect they are looking for. It has been a busy plasma and maser day today.
Another arrangement was this morning, having the cable serviceman come to fix the signal box in the phone line that separates the intercom and the inbound phone calls. He was here all of three minutes as the problem was fixed by a part swap out, and one minute of that was me shutting down the PC while he was here so no discs could be moved inadvertently. That he was red haired and 260ib of thuggish appearance didn't win any Favored demographic points, but I suppose that was the idea. He was courteous and professional, and all was copesthetic. That he was here for the big EMF spike the power supply gives off when shutting down was likely the real plan, but I am sure that the ubiquitous cell phones are yet another localized EMF/energetic abetting disturbance that the sickos need in my proximity.
And too, he was likely here for the 1/2" blood splat on my L. chin area, a post-shaving eruption that I was not priviy to and did not feel of know. Only some time afterward on a forced pee did I get to see the on-chin blood mark, something similar in shape and location to the chocolate swatches they put on me a few years ago. I am sure there was much perp arrangement in all of the above serviceman's visitation as they "only" take out the phone or intercom about once per year, and this was it. For the most part they don't want me to have visitors it seems, and my guess is that they may leave their energetic signature in the concrete and carpet, and the perps are still attempting to figure that one out it seems, always trying to put someone or some vehicle over my walking tracks wherever I go, in front or behind, or both for the odd 360 degree circling Fuckwit.
Not an exciting day as one can tell, but I suppose there is a particular theme they are working of of late, having to do with hard drives, computer storage, booting up, disc playing and copying, and the like. I still haven't attempted another run at playing a DVD, but the assholes nixed my notion of throwing them out as I was so pissed with their blatant obstruction to two days ago. They haven't let me watch a movie in full since late 2004 as it had been a twice per month habit until then. But it is like any engagement; they want to keep forcing re-starts and re-engagements, and most of my phone calls form a similar pattern; telephone messages back and forth until contact, and almost universally the call gets prematurely terminated by the other party and we resume at a later date and time. The perps need this run up of disruption for any lengthy activity I do, and if common enough, they build up a series of disruptions at each critical stage of the event. e.g phone calls, watching TV (60 Minute segments even), and even when begining a new book.
2400h
More flailing away at removable hard drive shopping, getting it down to a in-country vendor. Newegg.ca counts, but their Icy Dock line sucks up here, no trayless designs.
Enough tech talk, and time to post this dreck.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
More Forced Coughing And Spluttering
1040h
The perps have me coughing on cue, and seemingly continuing yesterday's featured negro stunt. As soon as I saw a picture of a negro in the news, they forced me cough and then had me scroll down to see a blonde female celebrity as part of the stunt. I hadn't coughed since breakfast, at least an hour ago, and then it suddenly came on with this vignette setup, back to the perps' ongoing games in featuring the Unfavored, and swiftly interjecting a Favored element immediately afterwards. Funny how that keeps happening, and as I write this up, overhead clunking and rumbling has also started up.
No doubt it was a big deal, as the outside noise has also stopped. Earlier, while preparing breakfast the perps put on a high pictched squeal of indeterminant origin when making the coffee (brown colored) and then kept it up while applying peanut butter and jam to the toast. The instant I put the toast in my mouth when at the table, this mysterious squealing noise stopped. Yet another "brown stalking" event, and only the first of the day.
The perps kept me off chocolate this morning, and this may have something to do with the intake of a new medication, and of course, it being a particular color as determined by the perps. And of note, they had me shift the yellow colored capsule medication to the evening, all to minimize the color combinations at each intake. Funny how it all happened at once and the doctor didn't tell me about all these other changes at the same time. It has the hand of deviousness about it. And, to no great surprise, the new medication is of a peach orange color, identical to that of the bedsheet they transformed from a light brown to a brigher orange, all "because" of the bleach treatment last weekend, incurred because of the bed bug infestation they planted on me. It all fits together, along with the noisestalking and typo sabotage as this is being written.
1245h
I have eaten my meager lunch, though not to worry, I don't get hungry and I haven't lost any weight since the new smaller portion lunch and dinner practice has been imposed. The perps like me to be on the edge of overweight, and in certain public gangstalking instances, they will have me look at my girth while an overweight posing operative is in view. This would "happen" with Mr. Ethnic Gut at the gym, at least four or more times per 30 minute workout in the public area. I would be on equipment that had me seated, and often the perps would have me look down at my torso, and when I would look up, there was the disgusting visage of the overweight Mr. Ethnic Gut sitting or standing (and looking stupid). He would even push his gut out a little more sometimes to overdramatize its loathsome look. This would an instance of the perps hounding me with specimens from the Unfavored demographic groups, and then attempting to correlate my observation of my own frontal torso by way of examining the workout equipment I was on, to then seeing this gut placed in my view during the 5 seconds that I wasn't looking in that direction. At his worst, he would pull about 12 to 15 of these poses in 30 minutes before we went into the floor exercise room. And don't forget, we were each moving around to differing workout equipment for the 30 minutes, and yet he had this fantastic record of "showing up" whenever I looked around. He was the worst, but New Bald, Grotesque Granny, and some others were also hounding me in the same way.
And the above seems like it is in past tense, which may well be the case, as I am skipping gym on Tuesday with a committment, and will only be able to make it there for Thursday, a once per week event. And of note, the perps have me with stiff muscles and joints, "because" I worked out only on Thursday (two days ago) this week. I have never stiffened up from missing one gym class before all this hassle started, and it would seem that my mind-keepers/life-rapists want to get more somatic sensation action in these days. The perps have me all bummed out over gym for no substantive reason, though they did move me to the "transitional" group, and haven't yet substantiated the rationale by adding more class members. The excuse was that the "transitional" group members were "advanced" and could do things on their own, and were shunted to the public area to do the latter 30 minutes of floor exercises. Translated, that means that more gangstalkers can wander around me while I am on the floor, and have done so. The perps have me getting pissed about this, and are running notions in my mind as to quitting the entire gym scene altogether. What is really in the plans I don't know, but it is clear that the perps obtain some kind of gain from it, as they had me working out on gym equipment since 1997 or so, and especially in the run-up to overtly invading my life in 2002.
1335h
More instant red color games. I was looking at a blog on refurbished buildings which has a number of images with predominant red colors in them, one being of flowers, and then an insect "arrived" on my right arm, and once I trapped it in my left fingers, it squirted a 1/8" red blood track on me. More red blood was on my left fingers after squeezing it, and so that precipitated a visit to the bathroom to clean up. This is yet another example of the greater disruption that is becomming more commonplace of late. Getting me out of my chair for reasons that only relate to the harassment imperative. Other fake insect crawling sensations on my skin have also been scripted today, and by adding a real insect every so often, the threat remains to ensure that I don't ignore these. Then they put on a whacking great chopped Harley motorcycle noise as I approached my chair, sat down, and turn 90 degrees to face the LCD display. Such a nice welcome back from the all-time sickos. And I assume, they have their weekend crew on duty today, who are often more rapacious and vile.
1655h
A ten minute round trip to the nearby supermarket turned into some annoying gangstalking and other orchestrated strangeness. I had my lead-ahead gangstalker on me, a woman dressed in black save for a red colored midriff portion. She led me all the way into the store, and even "popped up" twice while I was in there. She actually led me inside the store, as the shopping baskets on the W. side, the one of entry, were removed, and that obliged an across-store trip to the E. side to get one. She "needed" a shopping basket, as did I, and that "happened" to be the location that was 8' from the chocolate that the perps had me crave, and then purchase. I had my usual stocking carts loaded with brown cardboard boxes on my in-store path of getting only three items, and then when at the checkout the perps started to put on the body press. The woman ahead was hanging back, and the woman who arrived behind me was threatening to park herself up my asshole, she was getting that close. I move ahead 6" and then she does the same. The perps planted the notion of complaining, but that never happened thankfully. Then three more "shoppers" arrive together, two being Asian, one in a yellow outfit. One of the three was this strange Causcasian dude in those ridiculous Tilley hats with the wide brim, and he was making himself out to be shuffling around, looking for something, and not a typical shopper. He had a way fugly pink shirt and a burgundy red lined jacket, and by the time it was for me to pay, always the big gangstalk moment, he was stock still, and standing beside the cashier, possibly in her "auric penumbra", but a rather scary/weird asshole all the same, if not for his absurd choice in shirt color. The perps have me in a hypersensitive reaction mode to red colors, especially for those in combinations of tones. At the moment of financial transaction, I had at least three of them around me, and all of them going still, and there may have been others loitering at that very moment.
Then on the way back, I had my twice-per-week stunt of a vehicle attempting a run at me when on the crosswalk, preceded by on of the left hand drive Japanese vehicle. This was a left turning vehicle that hung back, and for whatever reason he decided to gun the engine and take a run at me while I was crossing on the "walk" pedestrain signal. I got these often; as far as I know it is illegal to enter into a crosswalk with a vehicle if a pedestrian is on the crosswalk, and yet this "happens" all the time. Today, he decided to make me aware of this utter belligerence by revving the motor, coming on fast for no reason, and then braking hard to "avoid" me, and to pass behind me. He was also tapped for aviator frame sunglasses duty, putting on the stare from behind this model of sunglasses, one that has been featured many times, and including setting me up with a stunt to give mine to my brother because I need contact lenses. As this latter stunt unfolded, the sunglasses had been put in storage, and my recall had been fucked with as I would of surely remembered. And too, my brother put on the act by wearing sunglasses with one lens knocked out, inviting the mind-controlled offer that I made him, just that I didn't have them on hand as I was lead to believe through recall fucking.
Strangely, I didn't get any doorway, lobby or elevator gangstalkers when going to, or coming back from the supermarket; the perps seem to be putting on the show that I am alone in this apartment building, save their realtime mind invasive activity of course.
As this is Saturday, I got a national newspaper in my shopping, and read it once I got back. The perps kept screwing with the page folding, and created more buckling than any newspaper I have ever had, thereby giving them more plane surfaces to add their reflective light games to. (The lighting conditions are highly regulated around me, and the perps often add reflectance when none would ordinarily occur). I haven't quite figured out why they need to have so many reflective planes around me, and nor the exaggerated mid-page fold that cast a deeper than normal shadow on the page. And lo, if they didn't noisestalk me extensively when reading across this higher contrast mid-page zone; from the strangely reflective surface and over the high hump and big shadow area below the fold. An exciting moment for sick minds, and this goes on page after page. Eventually, they have me getting so pissed with this stunt, that I don't read all of the article. This too is an ongoing jerkaround; dithering my peripherial vision with plasma or maser action, and pissing me off enough to have me abort reading the article and turn the page. Interupting activity at all stages, from the first paragraph to the last, is a big part of the fuckery of late, reading especially, in print or online.
And even though this is at least two hours from dusk onset, one of their silly times of the day, the extra-conventional high contrast lighting has been on for some two hours, as viewed outside. The opposite residential tower is coming on extra bright, and the shadows are decidedly dingey. This too has been noticed in past orchestrations, especially when walking W. bound on sunny days from the gym where the vehicles are all given extra reflectivity, and the shadows are darker, increasing the backlighting situation, which they have been likely manipulating all my life. At this time of year, near the solstice, and the time of day, around 1600h, there should be minimal reflectance and the shadows should not be so deep. In winter, they make it worse by having the low sun aimed in my eyes and the vehicles, while visible, are cast in more shadow. The ambient lighting in my proximity is under constant manipulation, and it would seem that increased contrast, possibly to minimize percieved color at a distance, serves the harassment agenda in all situations.
Picture time for some relief; this is taken 06-01-2008, 1512h from the bedroom of my parent's place, looking S. I know which vehicles that belong to the neighbors, and in the case of that central cluster, it would only be the white pickup. Here we have two red colored vehicles at 90 degree offset, one black colored vehicle ahead of the left red vehicle, and another white vehicle ahead of the red pickup truck; 2 red, 2 white, and 1 black vehicle in two orientations. Seems like color games to me, especially in light of all the other pictures. And, last but not least. one two tone brown vehicle parked further back on the left. I have no idea what that light flare is, and assume the perps added it in for yet more color and intensity variation.
Taken 06-03-2008, 1836h 35 sec., in that high contrast light condition I mentioned above. Transversely, across the street extending from the left to the right side; 2 black colored vehicles parked in file, the second one behind the tree leaves, and then 2 silver-grey vehicles in file behind the black colored. ones. On the street on the left side, there is plenty of variation of colors nothing too anomalous save the dudes jaywalking in mid-street, over the yellow centerline. Another of my pictures has an operative over top of the yellow centerline, which is too much of a coincidence by my reckoning, impaired and dithered as it may be.
The only other comment to make is the "laddermobile", which belongs to a carpet cleaning outfit. Who ever heard of a carpet cleaner having a deep stack of ladders on the roofrack and parking in the street all kinds of times; overnight, weekends etc.? Regular readers will know that "ladder stalking" is a consistent part of the harassment games, and I have indicated a possible reason in past blogs.
Taken 06-03-2008, 1836h 40 sec. The arrival of extra "pedestrians" within 5 seconds might be legit; the "Plastic Bagman" at the corner could of behind the tree in the above shot, and the blue man was outside of the above frame. This picture is a wider angle, and I see they even put a wheelchair act in the shadows on the right side. The perps have added a mid-grey colored vehicle in motion to this picture, and that of itself isn't too strange, even if it is a mid-greytone between black and silver-grey parked vehicles.
Taken 06-05-2008, 0751h. A "train" for early morning color calibration in the rain perhaps. A tractor trailer with a crimson red cab and a white colored trailer, with a white sedan tight on its tail, and a deep metallic red vehicle behind it. If you can zoom in, on the left you will see the snout of the cab of a tractor trailer unit backing into the loading bay. As I readied my camera, the scene of two red cabbed and white trailered tractor trailer units 90 degrees offset was rapid changing, and this is the best that could be obtained. And one of those horrid Chrysler 300 gasoline guzzlers is parked on the street in a mid-grey tone. I cannot stand the sight of these, and yet the perps pack them around me often, as much as any Favored vehicles.
And all the above copying, pasting, and annotating of the above pictures brought on all manner of overhead noise; pounding, clicking, rumbling etc. As this is the pre-dinner time, it is one of the most opportune for perp fuckery, for whatever they are after. Time for dinner, as small as it is, and put this nonsense back some hours until digested.
1840h
Dinner is done, and it wasn't enough disruption for the perps, as they keep flashing me in the face with plasmsa bursts, and having me become enraged over this fuckery. Add in some 6 voice changes over the last five minutes, all provoked by "reactions", per mind-controlled fuckery, to other stunts the assholes have pulled to rile me up, their first and foremost method of attempting to create more auric conditions for them to remotely assay. Or, that is the theory I go by, and it seems to be substantiated by the Unfavored clustering around the Favored, or else in their shadow, or "penumbra", a new word the perps have supplied me, and it might be the one that they use.
1800h
Here is an interesting anecdote from a TI, one who follows internet and short wave radio broadcasts;
And it is most odd that when I got to "meet" the police after being attacked on the street, and they kept asking about my work (har, har) and extricated the harassment story out of me, that I didn't ask them about submitting a complaint about gangstalking. And nor did they suggest I submit a complaint, something that they are bound to do as their job I would think. Funny how that next logical step never happened.
2005h
A trip to the days of yore, when I was an Oracle database designer; I had a visit to the Oracle download site, investigating the possibility of creating a database of my movies of interest. Now that the perps are putting on the claim that the Firefox Bookmark manager is getting overloaded with some 30,000 bookmarks of movies, it might be prudent to move it out. Past forays into this have been met with arranged obstructions, and it was never worth the agony of continuing the effort. Which is the constant threat as to any new endeavor; am I going to get totally screwed in doing this or not? Any new activity is nearly always a total harassment scene, and with the degree of cognitive fuckery they can now exercise, down to "not recognizing" individual alphabetic characters in a word, and thereby misreading it entirely, undertaking a technical quest such as a database design is bound to be a fraught experience. Even typing out this paragraph has been so. Sounds like a no brainer; do not undertake anything technically taxing until the perps are gone for good, and they will be.
2020h
The perps have been creating many, at least 40, red, orange or yellow plasma displays in my peripherial vision today. Some of them have been placed just below this LCD display as I type. They seem to be needing to test me all the more, and have even taken to noisestalking me as I type out the names of the colors. There is more attention on this of late, and the mention of them by others. That and numbers; more bullshit stunts over re-stating phone numbers to someone who "didn't get it". And this is the dusk onset silly time now, and there is even an "all-quiet" order in effect, save overhead rumbling and clunking.
2035h
I am being kept positively verbose tonight; perhaps it is a dusk onset test, to keep me coming back to the same display and doing much the same thing, typing away. They just had me put on my lights, after allowing me to get light bulbs yesterday, and mounting them this morning. This is the first hallway light I have had for three weeks, after they knocked out the existing bulbs, and then when replaced by a single new bulb, they knocked it out too. Of interest, they had me use incandescent bulbs, not the compact flourescents which I don't like much in any event. And they give off plenty of magnetic radiation I came to know in my days of using a Gauss meter to test what was going on. Yessir, at least 200 Gauss in late 2002, when normal background levels are 0.5 Gauss. When the head of the hospital's psychiatric department cannot look one in the eye while saying "no" to the question "am I being contained within a densified electromagnetic field?", then I think I got the real answer in his evasive body language. Just another criminal harassment abetting shill along the way.
2050h
Three serial loud chopped motorcycle noises ripping along in the distance; this must be an important harassment moment. I have taken to calling them "motorcycle moments". And the assholes have me ranting about more perceptual games, typing "50" and "thinking" (per planted thought), "40". I get extremely pissed at these intrusions, and the perps make sure I am that way. The caveat of no biker bar within 5 miles applies, and also, there really isn't that kind of population here in this city, it is much too toney for that crowd. And yet, some days, there has to be over 100 motorcycles of the 2 cycle noisey kind per day, if the noise events are to be taken at face value. Regular readers will know that I maintain the noise is projected from an electronic source; I cannot count the number of times where I have looked for the source, and it isn't there. And in fact, there has been many of these in the covert years; I am in the wilderness and "hear" a helicopter, the expected vehicle for pickup, and yet it doesn't arrive for another hour.
2215h
A procession of loud mufflered vehicles was the warm up to a siren cascade, timed for me reading an almost local article about the US Border Patrol and their new policy of checkpoints over citizenship. It seems that they can go wherever they want, even far from a border, and undertake this action. As the crossing of borders is of great interest to the perps, and I did this on alternate weekends for 3.5 years of child visitations when I lived in Seattle and Everett, the timing of the noise flurries was most predictable. Usually the perps delete my knowledge of their objective associations before I begin reading, and thereby obtain a (forced) "naive" state of perception as to perp/harassment setup, and let me in on what I would ordinarily know in the latter part of the read. Meaning, that I am not allowed to recall what I know when I want, and am led into all manner of situations that I would not choose for myself. Fucking sick.
I have been getting some insect crawling sensations tonight, and the purpose of that stunt is for the perps to have me directly look at the skin location where it was sensed. And at the moment of looking at my own skin, why, the assholes create more pounding and clunking noises overhead. The usual caveat applies; the floor/ceilings are 12" thick steel and concrete, so how could anyone cause that to make noise?
Earlier, another new stunt; they created a visual jitter/impairment while looking at this LCD display, and at that very instant, they then pounded the ceiling, or more like, the noise thereof, as if it were wood joist. There has been more combinatorial stunts of late, and this is another that I am sure will be applied more often.
2235h
Time to call this one done for the day, and perhaps catch some music before going to bed, assuming it is allowed and not blocked.
The perps have me coughing on cue, and seemingly continuing yesterday's featured negro stunt. As soon as I saw a picture of a negro in the news, they forced me cough and then had me scroll down to see a blonde female celebrity as part of the stunt. I hadn't coughed since breakfast, at least an hour ago, and then it suddenly came on with this vignette setup, back to the perps' ongoing games in featuring the Unfavored, and swiftly interjecting a Favored element immediately afterwards. Funny how that keeps happening, and as I write this up, overhead clunking and rumbling has also started up.
No doubt it was a big deal, as the outside noise has also stopped. Earlier, while preparing breakfast the perps put on a high pictched squeal of indeterminant origin when making the coffee (brown colored) and then kept it up while applying peanut butter and jam to the toast. The instant I put the toast in my mouth when at the table, this mysterious squealing noise stopped. Yet another "brown stalking" event, and only the first of the day.
The perps kept me off chocolate this morning, and this may have something to do with the intake of a new medication, and of course, it being a particular color as determined by the perps. And of note, they had me shift the yellow colored capsule medication to the evening, all to minimize the color combinations at each intake. Funny how it all happened at once and the doctor didn't tell me about all these other changes at the same time. It has the hand of deviousness about it. And, to no great surprise, the new medication is of a peach orange color, identical to that of the bedsheet they transformed from a light brown to a brigher orange, all "because" of the bleach treatment last weekend, incurred because of the bed bug infestation they planted on me. It all fits together, along with the noisestalking and typo sabotage as this is being written.
1245h
I have eaten my meager lunch, though not to worry, I don't get hungry and I haven't lost any weight since the new smaller portion lunch and dinner practice has been imposed. The perps like me to be on the edge of overweight, and in certain public gangstalking instances, they will have me look at my girth while an overweight posing operative is in view. This would "happen" with Mr. Ethnic Gut at the gym, at least four or more times per 30 minute workout in the public area. I would be on equipment that had me seated, and often the perps would have me look down at my torso, and when I would look up, there was the disgusting visage of the overweight Mr. Ethnic Gut sitting or standing (and looking stupid). He would even push his gut out a little more sometimes to overdramatize its loathsome look. This would an instance of the perps hounding me with specimens from the Unfavored demographic groups, and then attempting to correlate my observation of my own frontal torso by way of examining the workout equipment I was on, to then seeing this gut placed in my view during the 5 seconds that I wasn't looking in that direction. At his worst, he would pull about 12 to 15 of these poses in 30 minutes before we went into the floor exercise room. And don't forget, we were each moving around to differing workout equipment for the 30 minutes, and yet he had this fantastic record of "showing up" whenever I looked around. He was the worst, but New Bald, Grotesque Granny, and some others were also hounding me in the same way.
And the above seems like it is in past tense, which may well be the case, as I am skipping gym on Tuesday with a committment, and will only be able to make it there for Thursday, a once per week event. And of note, the perps have me with stiff muscles and joints, "because" I worked out only on Thursday (two days ago) this week. I have never stiffened up from missing one gym class before all this hassle started, and it would seem that my mind-keepers/life-rapists want to get more somatic sensation action in these days. The perps have me all bummed out over gym for no substantive reason, though they did move me to the "transitional" group, and haven't yet substantiated the rationale by adding more class members. The excuse was that the "transitional" group members were "advanced" and could do things on their own, and were shunted to the public area to do the latter 30 minutes of floor exercises. Translated, that means that more gangstalkers can wander around me while I am on the floor, and have done so. The perps have me getting pissed about this, and are running notions in my mind as to quitting the entire gym scene altogether. What is really in the plans I don't know, but it is clear that the perps obtain some kind of gain from it, as they had me working out on gym equipment since 1997 or so, and especially in the run-up to overtly invading my life in 2002.
1335h
More instant red color games. I was looking at a blog on refurbished buildings which has a number of images with predominant red colors in them, one being of flowers, and then an insect "arrived" on my right arm, and once I trapped it in my left fingers, it squirted a 1/8" red blood track on me. More red blood was on my left fingers after squeezing it, and so that precipitated a visit to the bathroom to clean up. This is yet another example of the greater disruption that is becomming more commonplace of late. Getting me out of my chair for reasons that only relate to the harassment imperative. Other fake insect crawling sensations on my skin have also been scripted today, and by adding a real insect every so often, the threat remains to ensure that I don't ignore these. Then they put on a whacking great chopped Harley motorcycle noise as I approached my chair, sat down, and turn 90 degrees to face the LCD display. Such a nice welcome back from the all-time sickos. And I assume, they have their weekend crew on duty today, who are often more rapacious and vile.
1655h
A ten minute round trip to the nearby supermarket turned into some annoying gangstalking and other orchestrated strangeness. I had my lead-ahead gangstalker on me, a woman dressed in black save for a red colored midriff portion. She led me all the way into the store, and even "popped up" twice while I was in there. She actually led me inside the store, as the shopping baskets on the W. side, the one of entry, were removed, and that obliged an across-store trip to the E. side to get one. She "needed" a shopping basket, as did I, and that "happened" to be the location that was 8' from the chocolate that the perps had me crave, and then purchase. I had my usual stocking carts loaded with brown cardboard boxes on my in-store path of getting only three items, and then when at the checkout the perps started to put on the body press. The woman ahead was hanging back, and the woman who arrived behind me was threatening to park herself up my asshole, she was getting that close. I move ahead 6" and then she does the same. The perps planted the notion of complaining, but that never happened thankfully. Then three more "shoppers" arrive together, two being Asian, one in a yellow outfit. One of the three was this strange Causcasian dude in those ridiculous Tilley hats with the wide brim, and he was making himself out to be shuffling around, looking for something, and not a typical shopper. He had a way fugly pink shirt and a burgundy red lined jacket, and by the time it was for me to pay, always the big gangstalk moment, he was stock still, and standing beside the cashier, possibly in her "auric penumbra", but a rather scary/weird asshole all the same, if not for his absurd choice in shirt color. The perps have me in a hypersensitive reaction mode to red colors, especially for those in combinations of tones. At the moment of financial transaction, I had at least three of them around me, and all of them going still, and there may have been others loitering at that very moment.
Then on the way back, I had my twice-per-week stunt of a vehicle attempting a run at me when on the crosswalk, preceded by on of the left hand drive Japanese vehicle. This was a left turning vehicle that hung back, and for whatever reason he decided to gun the engine and take a run at me while I was crossing on the "walk" pedestrain signal. I got these often; as far as I know it is illegal to enter into a crosswalk with a vehicle if a pedestrian is on the crosswalk, and yet this "happens" all the time. Today, he decided to make me aware of this utter belligerence by revving the motor, coming on fast for no reason, and then braking hard to "avoid" me, and to pass behind me. He was also tapped for aviator frame sunglasses duty, putting on the stare from behind this model of sunglasses, one that has been featured many times, and including setting me up with a stunt to give mine to my brother because I need contact lenses. As this latter stunt unfolded, the sunglasses had been put in storage, and my recall had been fucked with as I would of surely remembered. And too, my brother put on the act by wearing sunglasses with one lens knocked out, inviting the mind-controlled offer that I made him, just that I didn't have them on hand as I was lead to believe through recall fucking.
Strangely, I didn't get any doorway, lobby or elevator gangstalkers when going to, or coming back from the supermarket; the perps seem to be putting on the show that I am alone in this apartment building, save their realtime mind invasive activity of course.
As this is Saturday, I got a national newspaper in my shopping, and read it once I got back. The perps kept screwing with the page folding, and created more buckling than any newspaper I have ever had, thereby giving them more plane surfaces to add their reflective light games to. (The lighting conditions are highly regulated around me, and the perps often add reflectance when none would ordinarily occur). I haven't quite figured out why they need to have so many reflective planes around me, and nor the exaggerated mid-page fold that cast a deeper than normal shadow on the page. And lo, if they didn't noisestalk me extensively when reading across this higher contrast mid-page zone; from the strangely reflective surface and over the high hump and big shadow area below the fold. An exciting moment for sick minds, and this goes on page after page. Eventually, they have me getting so pissed with this stunt, that I don't read all of the article. This too is an ongoing jerkaround; dithering my peripherial vision with plasma or maser action, and pissing me off enough to have me abort reading the article and turn the page. Interupting activity at all stages, from the first paragraph to the last, is a big part of the fuckery of late, reading especially, in print or online.
And even though this is at least two hours from dusk onset, one of their silly times of the day, the extra-conventional high contrast lighting has been on for some two hours, as viewed outside. The opposite residential tower is coming on extra bright, and the shadows are decidedly dingey. This too has been noticed in past orchestrations, especially when walking W. bound on sunny days from the gym where the vehicles are all given extra reflectivity, and the shadows are darker, increasing the backlighting situation, which they have been likely manipulating all my life. At this time of year, near the solstice, and the time of day, around 1600h, there should be minimal reflectance and the shadows should not be so deep. In winter, they make it worse by having the low sun aimed in my eyes and the vehicles, while visible, are cast in more shadow. The ambient lighting in my proximity is under constant manipulation, and it would seem that increased contrast, possibly to minimize percieved color at a distance, serves the harassment agenda in all situations.
Picture time for some relief; this is taken 06-01-2008, 1512h from the bedroom of my parent's place, looking S. I know which vehicles that belong to the neighbors, and in the case of that central cluster, it would only be the white pickup. Here we have two red colored vehicles at 90 degree offset, one black colored vehicle ahead of the left red vehicle, and another white vehicle ahead of the red pickup truck; 2 red, 2 white, and 1 black vehicle in two orientations. Seems like color games to me, especially in light of all the other pictures. And, last but not least. one two tone brown vehicle parked further back on the left. I have no idea what that light flare is, and assume the perps added it in for yet more color and intensity variation.
Taken 06-03-2008, 1836h 35 sec., in that high contrast light condition I mentioned above. Transversely, across the street extending from the left to the right side; 2 black colored vehicles parked in file, the second one behind the tree leaves, and then 2 silver-grey vehicles in file behind the black colored. ones. On the street on the left side, there is plenty of variation of colors nothing too anomalous save the dudes jaywalking in mid-street, over the yellow centerline. Another of my pictures has an operative over top of the yellow centerline, which is too much of a coincidence by my reckoning, impaired and dithered as it may be.
The only other comment to make is the "laddermobile", which belongs to a carpet cleaning outfit. Who ever heard of a carpet cleaner having a deep stack of ladders on the roofrack and parking in the street all kinds of times; overnight, weekends etc.? Regular readers will know that "ladder stalking" is a consistent part of the harassment games, and I have indicated a possible reason in past blogs.
Taken 06-03-2008, 1836h 40 sec. The arrival of extra "pedestrians" within 5 seconds might be legit; the "Plastic Bagman" at the corner could of behind the tree in the above shot, and the blue man was outside of the above frame. This picture is a wider angle, and I see they even put a wheelchair act in the shadows on the right side. The perps have added a mid-grey colored vehicle in motion to this picture, and that of itself isn't too strange, even if it is a mid-greytone between black and silver-grey parked vehicles.
Taken 06-05-2008, 0751h. A "train" for early morning color calibration in the rain perhaps. A tractor trailer with a crimson red cab and a white colored trailer, with a white sedan tight on its tail, and a deep metallic red vehicle behind it. If you can zoom in, on the left you will see the snout of the cab of a tractor trailer unit backing into the loading bay. As I readied my camera, the scene of two red cabbed and white trailered tractor trailer units 90 degrees offset was rapid changing, and this is the best that could be obtained. And one of those horrid Chrysler 300 gasoline guzzlers is parked on the street in a mid-grey tone. I cannot stand the sight of these, and yet the perps pack them around me often, as much as any Favored vehicles.
And all the above copying, pasting, and annotating of the above pictures brought on all manner of overhead noise; pounding, clicking, rumbling etc. As this is the pre-dinner time, it is one of the most opportune for perp fuckery, for whatever they are after. Time for dinner, as small as it is, and put this nonsense back some hours until digested.
1840h
Dinner is done, and it wasn't enough disruption for the perps, as they keep flashing me in the face with plasmsa bursts, and having me become enraged over this fuckery. Add in some 6 voice changes over the last five minutes, all provoked by "reactions", per mind-controlled fuckery, to other stunts the assholes have pulled to rile me up, their first and foremost method of attempting to create more auric conditions for them to remotely assay. Or, that is the theory I go by, and it seems to be substantiated by the Unfavored clustering around the Favored, or else in their shadow, or "penumbra", a new word the perps have supplied me, and it might be the one that they use.
penumbra:The reflectance and strobing games are continuing on the drapes now that I pulled them to stop the same games on the carpet at my feet. Never have there been so many "reflectances" that find their way into my apartment, and then by some mysterious hand, start strobing at a later date. This stunt has legs, and no doubt it will be in place for the entire summer, into September I suspect. And through the curtains no less, after touting their light blocking capabilities, a light flash occured in front of me the instant I copied a word into the paste buffer, i.e., Copy/Paste Windows functions.
the partial or imperfect shadow outside the complete shadow of an opaque body, as a planet, where the light from the source of illumination is only partly cut off.
1800h
Here is an interesting anecdote from a TI, one who follows internet and short wave radio broadcasts;
Listening here to Patriot broadcaster Alan Watt, Republic Broadcasting.Interesting, that the doctors know a whole lot more going on about the big picture, and are even partaking of it and keeping their knowledge secret. We are all being experimented on to greater or lesser degrees, and we have no idea as to why, and what the after effects may be. Outrageous, and yet nothing is done about it. As Richard Hoagland says, "the lies are different at each level", and I suppose even the doctors don't have a full story.
A caller related a story about her 17 year old daughter who came down with a head to toe
rash after a tonsillectomy so unusual the daughter was examined by three doctors. The doctors were quizzing the mother about any environmental factors that might be responsible, such as food, drink, other influences like method of washing.
The mother said nothing had changed in their household, but that she had noticed a very substantial increase in chemtrails being sprayed at her location. To the mother's amazement, the doctors, as if on cue, spun 180 degrees, facing away from her, and had no further exchange with the mother or daughter.
Alan, who is a Brit himself, reported that police in the UK are under orders to immediately break off all conversations with civilians, even if they are in the middle of writing a ticket, if the civilian mentions chemtrails.
(Reminiscent of the British police detective who wrote to me saying his department was under orders to deny the existence of organized stalking and refuse to help anyone complaining of that.)
And it is most odd that when I got to "meet" the police after being attacked on the street, and they kept asking about my work (har, har) and extricated the harassment story out of me, that I didn't ask them about submitting a complaint about gangstalking. And nor did they suggest I submit a complaint, something that they are bound to do as their job I would think. Funny how that next logical step never happened.
2005h
A trip to the days of yore, when I was an Oracle database designer; I had a visit to the Oracle download site, investigating the possibility of creating a database of my movies of interest. Now that the perps are putting on the claim that the Firefox Bookmark manager is getting overloaded with some 30,000 bookmarks of movies, it might be prudent to move it out. Past forays into this have been met with arranged obstructions, and it was never worth the agony of continuing the effort. Which is the constant threat as to any new endeavor; am I going to get totally screwed in doing this or not? Any new activity is nearly always a total harassment scene, and with the degree of cognitive fuckery they can now exercise, down to "not recognizing" individual alphabetic characters in a word, and thereby misreading it entirely, undertaking a technical quest such as a database design is bound to be a fraught experience. Even typing out this paragraph has been so. Sounds like a no brainer; do not undertake anything technically taxing until the perps are gone for good, and they will be.
2020h
The perps have been creating many, at least 40, red, orange or yellow plasma displays in my peripherial vision today. Some of them have been placed just below this LCD display as I type. They seem to be needing to test me all the more, and have even taken to noisestalking me as I type out the names of the colors. There is more attention on this of late, and the mention of them by others. That and numbers; more bullshit stunts over re-stating phone numbers to someone who "didn't get it". And this is the dusk onset silly time now, and there is even an "all-quiet" order in effect, save overhead rumbling and clunking.
2035h
I am being kept positively verbose tonight; perhaps it is a dusk onset test, to keep me coming back to the same display and doing much the same thing, typing away. They just had me put on my lights, after allowing me to get light bulbs yesterday, and mounting them this morning. This is the first hallway light I have had for three weeks, after they knocked out the existing bulbs, and then when replaced by a single new bulb, they knocked it out too. Of interest, they had me use incandescent bulbs, not the compact flourescents which I don't like much in any event. And they give off plenty of magnetic radiation I came to know in my days of using a Gauss meter to test what was going on. Yessir, at least 200 Gauss in late 2002, when normal background levels are 0.5 Gauss. When the head of the hospital's psychiatric department cannot look one in the eye while saying "no" to the question "am I being contained within a densified electromagnetic field?", then I think I got the real answer in his evasive body language. Just another criminal harassment abetting shill along the way.
2050h
Three serial loud chopped motorcycle noises ripping along in the distance; this must be an important harassment moment. I have taken to calling them "motorcycle moments". And the assholes have me ranting about more perceptual games, typing "50" and "thinking" (per planted thought), "40". I get extremely pissed at these intrusions, and the perps make sure I am that way. The caveat of no biker bar within 5 miles applies, and also, there really isn't that kind of population here in this city, it is much too toney for that crowd. And yet, some days, there has to be over 100 motorcycles of the 2 cycle noisey kind per day, if the noise events are to be taken at face value. Regular readers will know that I maintain the noise is projected from an electronic source; I cannot count the number of times where I have looked for the source, and it isn't there. And in fact, there has been many of these in the covert years; I am in the wilderness and "hear" a helicopter, the expected vehicle for pickup, and yet it doesn't arrive for another hour.
2215h
A procession of loud mufflered vehicles was the warm up to a siren cascade, timed for me reading an almost local article about the US Border Patrol and their new policy of checkpoints over citizenship. It seems that they can go wherever they want, even far from a border, and undertake this action. As the crossing of borders is of great interest to the perps, and I did this on alternate weekends for 3.5 years of child visitations when I lived in Seattle and Everett, the timing of the noise flurries was most predictable. Usually the perps delete my knowledge of their objective associations before I begin reading, and thereby obtain a (forced) "naive" state of perception as to perp/harassment setup, and let me in on what I would ordinarily know in the latter part of the read. Meaning, that I am not allowed to recall what I know when I want, and am led into all manner of situations that I would not choose for myself. Fucking sick.
I have been getting some insect crawling sensations tonight, and the purpose of that stunt is for the perps to have me directly look at the skin location where it was sensed. And at the moment of looking at my own skin, why, the assholes create more pounding and clunking noises overhead. The usual caveat applies; the floor/ceilings are 12" thick steel and concrete, so how could anyone cause that to make noise?
Earlier, another new stunt; they created a visual jitter/impairment while looking at this LCD display, and at that very instant, they then pounded the ceiling, or more like, the noise thereof, as if it were wood joist. There has been more combinatorial stunts of late, and this is another that I am sure will be applied more often.
2235h
Time to call this one done for the day, and perhaps catch some music before going to bed, assuming it is allowed and not blocked.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
A Half Chicken Run
1215h
For the second consecutive week there were only half chickens cooked and ready to go, that being my major protein source for a week or so. The strange orange colored powder/sauce was on the skin which was all duly removed, the everytime routine that I, or more like, am controlled to, perform. All my gangstalkers were out for the Chicken Run, an advance pair, one in a brown colored coat who had a shoelace "problem" that caused him to stop in mid-sidewalk, and the squat, waddling, two-tone blue coated woman with the fugly reddish kinky hair taking over sole lead ahead gangstalking duties. That is four strikes on her for Unfavored demographic characteristics; fat, waddling, red hair and kinky hair; none of which I care for, but ordinarily don't really notice, except that I have been forced to notice these more and categorize them as part of the Unfavored demographic group as it seems that I developed these preference proclivities on account of developmental age traumatizations in various scenarios, one being clinical. These traumatizations cannot be explicitly recalled, and that too could be a result of recall depletion traumatizations, hence the daily zapping I get from the perps, usually with overhead concrete floor clunking or pounding.
Then a nonshopping threesome exited the store just after I entered it, and lo, if two of them weren't re-entering the store as I passed that doorway on my return. I had plenty of other gangstalking action; the ubiquitous stocking carts (three at least) were out in the aisles, usually unattended, and stacked with plenty of brown cardboard boxes, the color being of intense interest to the perps. And too, there were the red coats on me, usually a red color variant I cannot stand, and the walker act as well. One blonde who was ahead of me at a checkout line then came to follow me at the checkout that I had selected. The checkout girl was on the hefty side, but was reasonably conversational. Their inclination to converse or be sociable is entired inconsistent, and this also extends to encountering them on the street, presumably walking home from work, though I doubt this.
I was out of there fast enough, and had my "doormen" waiting outside my apartment on the cell phone, pacing back and forth and dressed in dark brown. I also had an Asian woman and a child with her, oddly departing the apartment building, another form of brown (skin) for which the perps have a related and intense interest in.
And I was totally perceptually fucked with when attempting to enter the building; there are two locks, and either one can be used, the one in the directory dias, or the one on the door, a later "addition". I was going to use the one on the dias as it is convenient for one handed door operation, and instead was totally mind fucked into "thinking" that I was using it when in fact I was using the in-door lock. Only until I was screwed into using it incorrectly was I allowed to know that I was using the unintended door lock. I was fucking pissed, and still am that I am not allowed access to my own perceptions, but have these overidden by remote means that is totally confusing and not what my intent was. I have never, ever experienced this degree of perceptual cognition confusion, and it better not happen again. If that doesn't spell mind control by remote means I don't know what does. All over unlocking a fucking door.
And I was duly prepared for the 10 minute outing the grocery store; the perps forced me to have a shit after two hours of websurfing time, and lo, if it wasn't a three-way jerkaround; plunging was needed, plunger cleaning was needed and a swapover of toilet paper rolls forced by overnight toilet paper depletion. It wasn't pretty, but that is how it goes, everytime I take a crap. The perps interest in me taking a shit just may extend to this four month project of putting new sewer lines for a city block, and the project will likely run as long again if it gets extended to my apartment building. As I seem to be the only tenant in this 140 suite building, guess who gets to use this multi-million dollar sewer line first?
A similar re-working of a gasoline station was undertaken on my walking route to the gym, all the tanks were pulled up, new space was blasted into the rock to accomodate new plastic tanks, and the project is nearing completion for this in-city re-development. The perps have a fixation over me and my energetic interaction with petroleum products, and it would seem that re-building a gasoline fuelling station that I regularly pass by is one attempt for them to solve their problem that they have involuntarily involved me in. This project has also been a good site for them to entertain their other fixations, those related to concrete and ashphalt and the same energetics interactions.
1310h
More head pounding generalized pressure on my prefrontal cortex area of my head. This started about five minutes of going online after doing the chicken preparation and eating some off the cutting board directly without benefit of plate. The perps seem to have a problem with dinner plates and routinely noisestalk me when I wash them in the sink. There is nearly always plasma and maser beams sitting over top of the dinner plate of them in the cupboard when I am about to reach for one to use, and this extends to after removal too.
It is as if I am being "locked in"; these constant rounds of head pounding pressure, all so they can resume this torture they applied earlier in the morning, just after breakfast. There have been three rounds of the apartment manager talking in the hallway since I got back from the above grocery store visit. Not bad for an apartment building that seems to be empty, save gangstalkers when I am outside. There are very few repeat "tenants" I see in the building. This is identical to the last apartment building that I lived in, only two blocks away, and directly behind the tower that I see from my apartment window. This alignment might be of strategic importance to the perps, having three apartment blocks on a E. - W. alignment, with me having resided in two of them, and one in between that I visited as a prospective rental.
I am also getting a stroboscopic flashing from this LCD display; this might be today's new harassment method, one never knows how much they are going to indulge in each on any given day. The perps also appear to be planting more mottled red colors in my view; either online, in newpapers or even on packaging in the stores. And for some reason, I find myself reacting to these colors, when I never did before. Another perp focus of late is displaying lips, and them alone; this became evident at my parent's place on TV two days ago, and is "showing up" on more news and advertising online. There had been a similar perp fixation on having me see human eyes a few weeks ago in the same distribution method. And no, I don't get to see lips or eyes close up and real. It is not allowed, human contact or connection in this virtual prison state.
1655h
The overhead pounding of the concrete floor/ceiling has started up, all time to the post tea and chocolate break I had after I got back from gym class. I had my usual pair of in-class fugly stalkers, at one time standing opposite each other in the aisle for me to pass betwwen them, and they went on top parade themselves in front of me, or in the mirror. Of the pair, Mr Ethnic Gut in his red and navty blue stripped shirt was the most prevalent, while Mr. New (and disgusting lokking) Bald was more circumspect, though he did make sure that I got a view of the tatoo on the back of his neck, a 3" filled-in star in dark green, and the line of red lesions that runs through it was still apparent. Freaking bizarre that he had a head full of hair three weeks ago, and essentially converted himself from Ignored to Unfavored. The first day he showed up with his bald head he wouldn't stay out of my sight, and was even on the cell phone during this "introductory display" game he was pimping. I also notice that Mr. Large Blond is creeping in closer to me in the floor exercise room, a proxy "sneak attack" of getting the Unfavored in closer to me for longer durations. We were between the two male coordinators in the floor exercise room, like bookends, and there is more familiarity with them than Mr. Large Blond who stays out of my sight for the most part.
Other freaks at the gym were the two negro dudes as last week, buzzing around me in three locations, and making me move on to avoid looking at them. They lasted about 20 minutes or so, and then disappeared when I was on the bicycle. I also got my granny gangstalker being paraded about for me to see; this granny is frequently planted in my view, and I had a break for a few weeks of not seeing her, and now she is back, and doing the same thing. Fucking tiresome and despicable.
When in the floor exercise room the perps' sick games of creating cracking noises when I moved my arms were started up. I nearly always got them when moving my arms in my apartment while at my desk when they started in earnest some six months ago, but never anywhere else. That selective arrangement of not putting the noise when in public was good enough for me, but now the perps have decided it isn't good enough for them so they introduced it today. The class leader remarked on it, and I got to say my scripted piece that it is totally unrelated to any joint action and comes with absolutely no sensation whatsoever. Anyhow, I, or more like, the mind-contolled me, got to tell them about this infernal affronting crackling noise that is planted upon me, and the class leader didn't bat an eyelid, the verbal exchange being totally scripted. But at least someone else has heard it and my hearing isn't being fucked with when these noises erupt as they so often do.
I got plenty of red plasma flashes when on the street, having just left the gym. The perps put on a lot of plasma and gangstalker action at this intersection, the first controlled one that is closest to the OB Rec. Center. And they even had a 40' school bus running a red light at this same intersection, just before the plasma exposures were evident. It is the rule of the road it seems; occupy the intersection as much as possible and reduce the intersection vacancy time.
I got the one time class member, the chinless blonde, who was way too fugly to look at, as a gangstalker when halfway back from my class. She was with two fat dudes both dressed in grey, and the three of them were walking toward me. This is at least the fifth gym class member who has "shown up" in this neighborhood, some before class heading the opposite direction (go figure), and some after class who somehow get ahead of me, only to also come walking toward me. (This would be doable by bus, as I walk for 30 minutes each way for gym class, but is highly unlikely).
I stopped in at the LD store on my way back from the gym, an always-on gangstalk venue, and this occasion wasn't any different. But what struck me besides all the gangstalkers standing around, was two of them with small bandaids on their faces, like some kind of differential skin tone reference. This is at least the third and fourth times I have seen this little act, but never in close proximity. One woman gangstalker was wearing a fedora, attempting to look masculine in some respect, as bait for the perps' gender research differences. The perps usually hold me up at this store, but this time they let me through a rare vacant checkout. It wasn't unattended though, as it became a magnet for a fugly customer who leaned in to speak to the cashier, and then became a lead-ahead gangstalker when I ready to depart.
2150h
It is an interesting coincidence that actor Heath Ledger died the day the Oscar Award nominations came out, not that he was a contender in this year's films. The perps were all over me noisestalking as I took in the news and came across this item in my long list of bookmarked cinema sites. And this news was knowm relatively early in the day, but I did not know until this evening, so it could well be that the perps re-arranged my day to find out later when they were ready, no advance knowledge neccessary. But regular readers will know my take on coincidences, and also recall that I live in a highly managed and scripted state, right down to the "crumbs from nowhere" that arrive on my kitchen floor for me to deal with in advance of cooking dinner; like a introduction, "we want you to meet your floor (energetically interact with it) before you work on the counter for the next 20 minutes".
There is an increasing crumb placement campaign going on of late; I am getting them under the dinner plate at the table, and around it too, with no apparent cause, they just "arrive". This is standard at breakfast now, and the crumbs will even arrive from nowhere when I am watching, becoming one of the most blatant remotely applied stunts yet. And the big deal for the perps is to have pre-installed "crumbs", actually lookalikes that are embedded in the surface and cannot be removed. They have these "permanent crumbs" placed on the kitchen and bathroom floors and on the table as well. Their big game is to seed some crumbs to be cleaned up by me around these "embedded crumbs" and then mind-fuck me so I won't know which is what (I normally can recall or distinguish which is a perp planted "permanent crumb" and which is transient, added by them). Then the perps have me attempt to pick up their embedded/permanent crumb along with the ones they planted. And at the moment of attempting to pick up the immovable "permanent crumb", the noisestalking goes off. This seems to relate to what is described in the book, The Dimensional Structure of Consciousness, where all objects and actions have some kind of consciousness (aka psychic) energy. As usual, the perps won't let me understand this book in its details, so all I can do is note the confluence of book and perp action and note the similarities. For those of you who aren't learning impaired, try this book out if you want to understand the perp harassment agenda objectives in detail.
The all time stupidest gangstalking vehicle was noted while I was walking to gym earlier today; it was one of those infernal Smart Cars that are the rage in this city, no doubt perp supported, and an apparent kitchen business advertised their company in part by having a stainless steel double sink mounted on edge, sinks facing toward me, and was slowly going by. I think this is as stupid as it gets, and it is a way to introduce an inside apartment/home item to the outside, presumably for the energetic interaction, just as all the gangstalking is for.
01-23-2008
1130h
Another jerkaround in posting this last night; the forced "forget" stunt again, and there have been too many of these to constitute "forgetfulness" as I knew it.
For the second consecutive week there were only half chickens cooked and ready to go, that being my major protein source for a week or so. The strange orange colored powder/sauce was on the skin which was all duly removed, the everytime routine that I, or more like, am controlled to, perform. All my gangstalkers were out for the Chicken Run, an advance pair, one in a brown colored coat who had a shoelace "problem" that caused him to stop in mid-sidewalk, and the squat, waddling, two-tone blue coated woman with the fugly reddish kinky hair taking over sole lead ahead gangstalking duties. That is four strikes on her for Unfavored demographic characteristics; fat, waddling, red hair and kinky hair; none of which I care for, but ordinarily don't really notice, except that I have been forced to notice these more and categorize them as part of the Unfavored demographic group as it seems that I developed these preference proclivities on account of developmental age traumatizations in various scenarios, one being clinical. These traumatizations cannot be explicitly recalled, and that too could be a result of recall depletion traumatizations, hence the daily zapping I get from the perps, usually with overhead concrete floor clunking or pounding.
Then a nonshopping threesome exited the store just after I entered it, and lo, if two of them weren't re-entering the store as I passed that doorway on my return. I had plenty of other gangstalking action; the ubiquitous stocking carts (three at least) were out in the aisles, usually unattended, and stacked with plenty of brown cardboard boxes, the color being of intense interest to the perps. And too, there were the red coats on me, usually a red color variant I cannot stand, and the walker act as well. One blonde who was ahead of me at a checkout line then came to follow me at the checkout that I had selected. The checkout girl was on the hefty side, but was reasonably conversational. Their inclination to converse or be sociable is entired inconsistent, and this also extends to encountering them on the street, presumably walking home from work, though I doubt this.
I was out of there fast enough, and had my "doormen" waiting outside my apartment on the cell phone, pacing back and forth and dressed in dark brown. I also had an Asian woman and a child with her, oddly departing the apartment building, another form of brown (skin) for which the perps have a related and intense interest in.
And I was totally perceptually fucked with when attempting to enter the building; there are two locks, and either one can be used, the one in the directory dias, or the one on the door, a later "addition". I was going to use the one on the dias as it is convenient for one handed door operation, and instead was totally mind fucked into "thinking" that I was using it when in fact I was using the in-door lock. Only until I was screwed into using it incorrectly was I allowed to know that I was using the unintended door lock. I was fucking pissed, and still am that I am not allowed access to my own perceptions, but have these overidden by remote means that is totally confusing and not what my intent was. I have never, ever experienced this degree of perceptual cognition confusion, and it better not happen again. If that doesn't spell mind control by remote means I don't know what does. All over unlocking a fucking door.
And I was duly prepared for the 10 minute outing the grocery store; the perps forced me to have a shit after two hours of websurfing time, and lo, if it wasn't a three-way jerkaround; plunging was needed, plunger cleaning was needed and a swapover of toilet paper rolls forced by overnight toilet paper depletion. It wasn't pretty, but that is how it goes, everytime I take a crap. The perps interest in me taking a shit just may extend to this four month project of putting new sewer lines for a city block, and the project will likely run as long again if it gets extended to my apartment building. As I seem to be the only tenant in this 140 suite building, guess who gets to use this multi-million dollar sewer line first?
A similar re-working of a gasoline station was undertaken on my walking route to the gym, all the tanks were pulled up, new space was blasted into the rock to accomodate new plastic tanks, and the project is nearing completion for this in-city re-development. The perps have a fixation over me and my energetic interaction with petroleum products, and it would seem that re-building a gasoline fuelling station that I regularly pass by is one attempt for them to solve their problem that they have involuntarily involved me in. This project has also been a good site for them to entertain their other fixations, those related to concrete and ashphalt and the same energetics interactions.
1310h
More head pounding generalized pressure on my prefrontal cortex area of my head. This started about five minutes of going online after doing the chicken preparation and eating some off the cutting board directly without benefit of plate. The perps seem to have a problem with dinner plates and routinely noisestalk me when I wash them in the sink. There is nearly always plasma and maser beams sitting over top of the dinner plate of them in the cupboard when I am about to reach for one to use, and this extends to after removal too.
It is as if I am being "locked in"; these constant rounds of head pounding pressure, all so they can resume this torture they applied earlier in the morning, just after breakfast. There have been three rounds of the apartment manager talking in the hallway since I got back from the above grocery store visit. Not bad for an apartment building that seems to be empty, save gangstalkers when I am outside. There are very few repeat "tenants" I see in the building. This is identical to the last apartment building that I lived in, only two blocks away, and directly behind the tower that I see from my apartment window. This alignment might be of strategic importance to the perps, having three apartment blocks on a E. - W. alignment, with me having resided in two of them, and one in between that I visited as a prospective rental.
I am also getting a stroboscopic flashing from this LCD display; this might be today's new harassment method, one never knows how much they are going to indulge in each on any given day. The perps also appear to be planting more mottled red colors in my view; either online, in newpapers or even on packaging in the stores. And for some reason, I find myself reacting to these colors, when I never did before. Another perp focus of late is displaying lips, and them alone; this became evident at my parent's place on TV two days ago, and is "showing up" on more news and advertising online. There had been a similar perp fixation on having me see human eyes a few weeks ago in the same distribution method. And no, I don't get to see lips or eyes close up and real. It is not allowed, human contact or connection in this virtual prison state.
1655h
The overhead pounding of the concrete floor/ceiling has started up, all time to the post tea and chocolate break I had after I got back from gym class. I had my usual pair of in-class fugly stalkers, at one time standing opposite each other in the aisle for me to pass betwwen them, and they went on top parade themselves in front of me, or in the mirror. Of the pair, Mr Ethnic Gut in his red and navty blue stripped shirt was the most prevalent, while Mr. New (and disgusting lokking) Bald was more circumspect, though he did make sure that I got a view of the tatoo on the back of his neck, a 3" filled-in star in dark green, and the line of red lesions that runs through it was still apparent. Freaking bizarre that he had a head full of hair three weeks ago, and essentially converted himself from Ignored to Unfavored. The first day he showed up with his bald head he wouldn't stay out of my sight, and was even on the cell phone during this "introductory display" game he was pimping. I also notice that Mr. Large Blond is creeping in closer to me in the floor exercise room, a proxy "sneak attack" of getting the Unfavored in closer to me for longer durations. We were between the two male coordinators in the floor exercise room, like bookends, and there is more familiarity with them than Mr. Large Blond who stays out of my sight for the most part.
Other freaks at the gym were the two negro dudes as last week, buzzing around me in three locations, and making me move on to avoid looking at them. They lasted about 20 minutes or so, and then disappeared when I was on the bicycle. I also got my granny gangstalker being paraded about for me to see; this granny is frequently planted in my view, and I had a break for a few weeks of not seeing her, and now she is back, and doing the same thing. Fucking tiresome and despicable.
When in the floor exercise room the perps' sick games of creating cracking noises when I moved my arms were started up. I nearly always got them when moving my arms in my apartment while at my desk when they started in earnest some six months ago, but never anywhere else. That selective arrangement of not putting the noise when in public was good enough for me, but now the perps have decided it isn't good enough for them so they introduced it today. The class leader remarked on it, and I got to say my scripted piece that it is totally unrelated to any joint action and comes with absolutely no sensation whatsoever. Anyhow, I, or more like, the mind-contolled me, got to tell them about this infernal affronting crackling noise that is planted upon me, and the class leader didn't bat an eyelid, the verbal exchange being totally scripted. But at least someone else has heard it and my hearing isn't being fucked with when these noises erupt as they so often do.
I got plenty of red plasma flashes when on the street, having just left the gym. The perps put on a lot of plasma and gangstalker action at this intersection, the first controlled one that is closest to the OB Rec. Center. And they even had a 40' school bus running a red light at this same intersection, just before the plasma exposures were evident. It is the rule of the road it seems; occupy the intersection as much as possible and reduce the intersection vacancy time.
I got the one time class member, the chinless blonde, who was way too fugly to look at, as a gangstalker when halfway back from my class. She was with two fat dudes both dressed in grey, and the three of them were walking toward me. This is at least the fifth gym class member who has "shown up" in this neighborhood, some before class heading the opposite direction (go figure), and some after class who somehow get ahead of me, only to also come walking toward me. (This would be doable by bus, as I walk for 30 minutes each way for gym class, but is highly unlikely).
I stopped in at the LD store on my way back from the gym, an always-on gangstalk venue, and this occasion wasn't any different. But what struck me besides all the gangstalkers standing around, was two of them with small bandaids on their faces, like some kind of differential skin tone reference. This is at least the third and fourth times I have seen this little act, but never in close proximity. One woman gangstalker was wearing a fedora, attempting to look masculine in some respect, as bait for the perps' gender research differences. The perps usually hold me up at this store, but this time they let me through a rare vacant checkout. It wasn't unattended though, as it became a magnet for a fugly customer who leaned in to speak to the cashier, and then became a lead-ahead gangstalker when I ready to depart.
2150h
It is an interesting coincidence that actor Heath Ledger died the day the Oscar Award nominations came out, not that he was a contender in this year's films. The perps were all over me noisestalking as I took in the news and came across this item in my long list of bookmarked cinema sites. And this news was knowm relatively early in the day, but I did not know until this evening, so it could well be that the perps re-arranged my day to find out later when they were ready, no advance knowledge neccessary. But regular readers will know my take on coincidences, and also recall that I live in a highly managed and scripted state, right down to the "crumbs from nowhere" that arrive on my kitchen floor for me to deal with in advance of cooking dinner; like a introduction, "we want you to meet your floor (energetically interact with it) before you work on the counter for the next 20 minutes".
There is an increasing crumb placement campaign going on of late; I am getting them under the dinner plate at the table, and around it too, with no apparent cause, they just "arrive". This is standard at breakfast now, and the crumbs will even arrive from nowhere when I am watching, becoming one of the most blatant remotely applied stunts yet. And the big deal for the perps is to have pre-installed "crumbs", actually lookalikes that are embedded in the surface and cannot be removed. They have these "permanent crumbs" placed on the kitchen and bathroom floors and on the table as well. Their big game is to seed some crumbs to be cleaned up by me around these "embedded crumbs" and then mind-fuck me so I won't know which is what (I normally can recall or distinguish which is a perp planted "permanent crumb" and which is transient, added by them). Then the perps have me attempt to pick up their embedded/permanent crumb along with the ones they planted. And at the moment of attempting to pick up the immovable "permanent crumb", the noisestalking goes off. This seems to relate to what is described in the book, The Dimensional Structure of Consciousness, where all objects and actions have some kind of consciousness (aka psychic) energy. As usual, the perps won't let me understand this book in its details, so all I can do is note the confluence of book and perp action and note the similarities. For those of you who aren't learning impaired, try this book out if you want to understand the perp harassment agenda objectives in detail.
The all time stupidest gangstalking vehicle was noted while I was walking to gym earlier today; it was one of those infernal Smart Cars that are the rage in this city, no doubt perp supported, and an apparent kitchen business advertised their company in part by having a stainless steel double sink mounted on edge, sinks facing toward me, and was slowly going by. I think this is as stupid as it gets, and it is a way to introduce an inside apartment/home item to the outside, presumably for the energetic interaction, just as all the gangstalking is for.
01-23-2008
1130h
Another jerkaround in posting this last night; the forced "forget" stunt again, and there have been too many of these to constitute "forgetfulness" as I knew it.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Two Skunks and One Vehicle Rundown Attempt So Far
1120h
It is only 1120h and I have had two cancelled events so far, and one attempt, or the appearance thereof, to run me down on a crosswalk when preceeding in accordance with the signal. In the latter case, I walked on the walk signal on the crosswalk, and a left turning mega-pickup truck came at me, getting within 3' of me and partially on the crosswalk. In these circumstances, my finger is automatically pulled out, all to escalate the show if need be, I have no choice in it. The driver was jawing at me, and I proceeded onward, without any assaults this time. I had just been gangstalked by a daycare party on a preceding crosswalk at the same intersection, and prior to that, crossing the same intersection in the opposite direction only five minutes earlier, as one of the yoga class members "happened" to be there to tell me that yoga had been cancelled.
When events are cancelled or otherwise obstructed, I call this a "skunk", not too different from the fishing slang term to mean nothing caught. This is the fourth time in a year the class has been cancelled, sometimes selectively, where me and the other male in the class were the only ones to not be notified in advance. And it would seem that it was intentional as the coordinator has all our phone numbers, gathered the first time to prevent cancellation without notice.
The first skunk today was going downtown among the freakshow at 0940h, and finding the store I wanted to go to but it had not opened yet. No posted hours on the door or window of course, and four gangstalkers were waiting there already and at no other stores. It is freaking bizarre, that five days before Christmas that they are opening at 1000h. And of course they were prepared for my turnaround at the store, as inside, one woman was packing a grey plastic packing container, walking toward me, and this has been one of the heavy gangstalking routines of late, placing various plastics in assorted colors around me and attempting some kind of distance dependent testing. Nothing new there, and of course the ongoing freakshow was all in place for my aborted shopping mission, the only one I want to attempt, as it was intended to acquire something for my daughter for Christmas.
As part of the downtown gangstalking freakshow, I got the blue hairdo, and then a follow-on doppelganger 10 seconds later, in near identical dress and physique except the blue hair. I got swarms of bums, who somehow saw fit to shop on the mainstreet, somewhat bizarrely, as they never frequent that area, and now they do. The story of the four independent male gangstalkers who all jaywalked together in a cluster is below.
1505h
I am back from another freakshow visitation, that to the Day Program's Christmas lunch. There were a few familiar faces from the gym class, doing their pass-bys, and even the woman at yoga who I met earlier on the street who told me yoga was cancelled, was also there at the luncheon one hour later. If she had gone to yoga, like I was planning, and if yoga hadn't been cancelled, then she would of not made it to the luncheon either. A minor bizarre "coincidence", but has been a busy day for outings, now three, and there was much more complexity in their testing of colors and materials, and they got their gangstalkers in close to me, both at the bus stop and the line at the luncheon. This seems to be part of the plan, have gangstalkers loiter exactly where I was sitting or standing, the more, the better.
At the luncheon, I was at a table with supposed autistic, a woman who kept moving her head back and forth. I am sure the perps got great value out of that, as they appear to be refining their research on how I track faces, especially eyes. And as I was speaking to her, there would of been neural monitoring value for the perps to map my speaking, (creating noise), with her in my vision, which would of been more active than normal to track this woman's head.
It is interesting to note that the perps are attempting more complexity, having me drink red cranberry juice after it being in a brown plastic container. Of course a brown dressed operative had moved in within 18" of me when pouring, attempting to get a common color read off me as well as the juice pitcher. I can't be left alone for more than 2 seconds without a gangstalker or operative on me, and that applies each of the three times I exited the building today; a black and grey dressed gangstalker "happened" to be coming by as I was exiting.
I also notice that more of the perps are packing Sony Discman, or like portable music players, and also the headphones, sometime large silver ones as ridiculous as it looks. They like to get magnets around me if they can, and it would seem that this is a method, as I am sure that they can remotely read their operatives to the level they can read me.
And somewhere at this luncheon, there were more "helpers" packing the same kind of grey plastic packing box that I witnessed at the closed retail store I was to visit (per above).
There were concrete pours at all three of the construction projects on my beat to the Christmas luncheon, only a little shorter than the same beat to the OB Rec. Center for gym class. And when outside on the first skunk trip to the store that was closed at 0940h (as per above), one of the same concrete trucks, a very rare all white colored one, was on the job as I saw it from the bus at about 1140h.
I am begining to suspect that the color of the concrete truck matters to the perps, hence today's special white colored one. Normally, the two firms that supply concrete are blue on white or a pastel green on white.
And there was a huge crush of gangstalkers peeling out in file at the LD store, exceedingly busy for about 1400h on weekday, even if just before Christmas. This seems to be the new routine before I enter a store or building, having a file of five or more gangstalkers striding out of the doorway, all walking at a fair clip, and have them turn 90 degrees with me at the center of the turning radius. This is the same as the vehicular gangstalking method, contra-concentric turning, and now more personnel on the job in these absurd trains of them, in file, all walking fast. Earlier, on the Christmas shopping skunk trip, I was witness to four independent males all jaywalking together against the pedestrian traffic control. In this town, it is exceedingly rare for anyone to jaywalk, especially at a controlled intersection, but here were four dudes, one with a dolly of brown boxes as some kind of color reference, and the other three packed around (ahead, behind and beside) the dolly packing operative. It was perp comedy while playing brown color referential games. Only minutes before that, another dude was standing around with two rolls of brown paper, each about 8" in diameter and 3' long. A mighty strange item for downtown pedestrians to have.
And more strange pedestrian games at the above same intersection; a deja vu in the form of an Asian woman in white and brown was oncoming on the crosswalk when I was headed to the specific store that turned out to be closed, and once I turned around, less than a minute later, she was at the same crosswalk and waiting to go the same direction again, this time in parallel to me. Talk about odd, as she would of had to turn around immediately to retrace her steps, and then wait at the same side of the street as before. Not even a decent cover story to be seen blatantly gangstalking, which is how it goes now.
There are more discontinuity games going on as well, where they blank me out for a few seconds, usually with someone or something moving, and then they bring me back and unaware about the continuity loss, but still with a residual suspicion that the scene had been oddly altered in some way. These continuity blanking stunts have happened in the long past, and they would use the cover story that it was because of a medication change, but all the same, it freaked me out that somehow I did not see something extremely vital, like a travelling vehicle moving into the lane space I was about to use. Now, it seems that the perps can also blank out my ability to know that there was a continuity loss, sabotaging my continuity monitoring capabilities.
1610h
A noise assault is on; a succession of loud mufflered vehicles doing excessive speeds in this go-slow neighborhood, one after the other. Most of this noise is planted, and is especially noted when the siren cascades come on, as there is no actual arrival of emergency vehicles.
1830h
This is the post-dinner noisestalk period, so I am sure the perps will continue this afternoon's noise, which has been sustained in the form of loud mufflered vehicles, heavy duty vehicles and a stereo from somewhere close by.
My entire dinner preparation time and in doing the dishes afterward I was jabbed in the ass or nuts by remote means, all to piss me off and have me vocalize, always with a different sounding voice. In one instance, they modified my voice as I was speaking, and bringing on a frog in my throat. It has long been clear that the perps can remotely create and manipulate mucus in one's throat or windpipe, and similarly with sinuses.
2030h
I am still getting jabbed in the ass and nuts, even as I sit in my chair at the desk and compose this. It is extremely annoying.
2125h
The same hallway cough sound as six months ago; it would seem that the "individual" never gets better, the same thing that happened at the last residence location. Funny how this happens outside my door where I live, two places in succession. The place before that was fraught with a strange throat clearing or sneeze that created an immediate doubt as if were human caused or not.
I am getting some fierce vision impairments as I attempt read about the wild life of Wade Frasier, someone who I find respect for, having weathered extreme duress at the hands of an unknown party that pulled all the strings to get one of his colleague's put in jail for not paying a $50 fee for company start-up.
2240h
More vision impairments continued and no music allowed tonight; music appears to be permitted every two or three days, and only in the evening. Movies haven't been "permitted" since 08-2003, meaning I "somehow" lack the initiative to go see or rent them, even if bookmarked for my hoped for release from this nonconsensual and absolute mental incarceration.
It is only 1120h and I have had two cancelled events so far, and one attempt, or the appearance thereof, to run me down on a crosswalk when preceeding in accordance with the signal. In the latter case, I walked on the walk signal on the crosswalk, and a left turning mega-pickup truck came at me, getting within 3' of me and partially on the crosswalk. In these circumstances, my finger is automatically pulled out, all to escalate the show if need be, I have no choice in it. The driver was jawing at me, and I proceeded onward, without any assaults this time. I had just been gangstalked by a daycare party on a preceding crosswalk at the same intersection, and prior to that, crossing the same intersection in the opposite direction only five minutes earlier, as one of the yoga class members "happened" to be there to tell me that yoga had been cancelled.
When events are cancelled or otherwise obstructed, I call this a "skunk", not too different from the fishing slang term to mean nothing caught. This is the fourth time in a year the class has been cancelled, sometimes selectively, where me and the other male in the class were the only ones to not be notified in advance. And it would seem that it was intentional as the coordinator has all our phone numbers, gathered the first time to prevent cancellation without notice.
The first skunk today was going downtown among the freakshow at 0940h, and finding the store I wanted to go to but it had not opened yet. No posted hours on the door or window of course, and four gangstalkers were waiting there already and at no other stores. It is freaking bizarre, that five days before Christmas that they are opening at 1000h. And of course they were prepared for my turnaround at the store, as inside, one woman was packing a grey plastic packing container, walking toward me, and this has been one of the heavy gangstalking routines of late, placing various plastics in assorted colors around me and attempting some kind of distance dependent testing. Nothing new there, and of course the ongoing freakshow was all in place for my aborted shopping mission, the only one I want to attempt, as it was intended to acquire something for my daughter for Christmas.
As part of the downtown gangstalking freakshow, I got the blue hairdo, and then a follow-on doppelganger 10 seconds later, in near identical dress and physique except the blue hair. I got swarms of bums, who somehow saw fit to shop on the mainstreet, somewhat bizarrely, as they never frequent that area, and now they do. The story of the four independent male gangstalkers who all jaywalked together in a cluster is below.
1505h
I am back from another freakshow visitation, that to the Day Program's Christmas lunch. There were a few familiar faces from the gym class, doing their pass-bys, and even the woman at yoga who I met earlier on the street who told me yoga was cancelled, was also there at the luncheon one hour later. If she had gone to yoga, like I was planning, and if yoga hadn't been cancelled, then she would of not made it to the luncheon either. A minor bizarre "coincidence", but has been a busy day for outings, now three, and there was much more complexity in their testing of colors and materials, and they got their gangstalkers in close to me, both at the bus stop and the line at the luncheon. This seems to be part of the plan, have gangstalkers loiter exactly where I was sitting or standing, the more, the better.
At the luncheon, I was at a table with supposed autistic, a woman who kept moving her head back and forth. I am sure the perps got great value out of that, as they appear to be refining their research on how I track faces, especially eyes. And as I was speaking to her, there would of been neural monitoring value for the perps to map my speaking, (creating noise), with her in my vision, which would of been more active than normal to track this woman's head.
It is interesting to note that the perps are attempting more complexity, having me drink red cranberry juice after it being in a brown plastic container. Of course a brown dressed operative had moved in within 18" of me when pouring, attempting to get a common color read off me as well as the juice pitcher. I can't be left alone for more than 2 seconds without a gangstalker or operative on me, and that applies each of the three times I exited the building today; a black and grey dressed gangstalker "happened" to be coming by as I was exiting.
I also notice that more of the perps are packing Sony Discman, or like portable music players, and also the headphones, sometime large silver ones as ridiculous as it looks. They like to get magnets around me if they can, and it would seem that this is a method, as I am sure that they can remotely read their operatives to the level they can read me.
And somewhere at this luncheon, there were more "helpers" packing the same kind of grey plastic packing box that I witnessed at the closed retail store I was to visit (per above).
There were concrete pours at all three of the construction projects on my beat to the Christmas luncheon, only a little shorter than the same beat to the OB Rec. Center for gym class. And when outside on the first skunk trip to the store that was closed at 0940h (as per above), one of the same concrete trucks, a very rare all white colored one, was on the job as I saw it from the bus at about 1140h.
I am begining to suspect that the color of the concrete truck matters to the perps, hence today's special white colored one. Normally, the two firms that supply concrete are blue on white or a pastel green on white.
And there was a huge crush of gangstalkers peeling out in file at the LD store, exceedingly busy for about 1400h on weekday, even if just before Christmas. This seems to be the new routine before I enter a store or building, having a file of five or more gangstalkers striding out of the doorway, all walking at a fair clip, and have them turn 90 degrees with me at the center of the turning radius. This is the same as the vehicular gangstalking method, contra-concentric turning, and now more personnel on the job in these absurd trains of them, in file, all walking fast. Earlier, on the Christmas shopping skunk trip, I was witness to four independent males all jaywalking together against the pedestrian traffic control. In this town, it is exceedingly rare for anyone to jaywalk, especially at a controlled intersection, but here were four dudes, one with a dolly of brown boxes as some kind of color reference, and the other three packed around (ahead, behind and beside) the dolly packing operative. It was perp comedy while playing brown color referential games. Only minutes before that, another dude was standing around with two rolls of brown paper, each about 8" in diameter and 3' long. A mighty strange item for downtown pedestrians to have.
And more strange pedestrian games at the above same intersection; a deja vu in the form of an Asian woman in white and brown was oncoming on the crosswalk when I was headed to the specific store that turned out to be closed, and once I turned around, less than a minute later, she was at the same crosswalk and waiting to go the same direction again, this time in parallel to me. Talk about odd, as she would of had to turn around immediately to retrace her steps, and then wait at the same side of the street as before. Not even a decent cover story to be seen blatantly gangstalking, which is how it goes now.
There are more discontinuity games going on as well, where they blank me out for a few seconds, usually with someone or something moving, and then they bring me back and unaware about the continuity loss, but still with a residual suspicion that the scene had been oddly altered in some way. These continuity blanking stunts have happened in the long past, and they would use the cover story that it was because of a medication change, but all the same, it freaked me out that somehow I did not see something extremely vital, like a travelling vehicle moving into the lane space I was about to use. Now, it seems that the perps can also blank out my ability to know that there was a continuity loss, sabotaging my continuity monitoring capabilities.
1610h
A noise assault is on; a succession of loud mufflered vehicles doing excessive speeds in this go-slow neighborhood, one after the other. Most of this noise is planted, and is especially noted when the siren cascades come on, as there is no actual arrival of emergency vehicles.
1830h
This is the post-dinner noisestalk period, so I am sure the perps will continue this afternoon's noise, which has been sustained in the form of loud mufflered vehicles, heavy duty vehicles and a stereo from somewhere close by.
My entire dinner preparation time and in doing the dishes afterward I was jabbed in the ass or nuts by remote means, all to piss me off and have me vocalize, always with a different sounding voice. In one instance, they modified my voice as I was speaking, and bringing on a frog in my throat. It has long been clear that the perps can remotely create and manipulate mucus in one's throat or windpipe, and similarly with sinuses.
2030h
I am still getting jabbed in the ass and nuts, even as I sit in my chair at the desk and compose this. It is extremely annoying.
2125h
The same hallway cough sound as six months ago; it would seem that the "individual" never gets better, the same thing that happened at the last residence location. Funny how this happens outside my door where I live, two places in succession. The place before that was fraught with a strange throat clearing or sneeze that created an immediate doubt as if were human caused or not.
I am getting some fierce vision impairments as I attempt read about the wild life of Wade Frasier, someone who I find respect for, having weathered extreme duress at the hands of an unknown party that pulled all the strings to get one of his colleague's put in jail for not paying a $50 fee for company start-up.
2240h
More vision impairments continued and no music allowed tonight; music appears to be permitted every two or three days, and only in the evening. Movies haven't been "permitted" since 08-2003, meaning I "somehow" lack the initiative to go see or rent them, even if bookmarked for my hoped for release from this nonconsensual and absolute mental incarceration.
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