10-15-2019
This PC, which seems to be the only one that can access this blog for whatever reason, is back to operational. I appears the BSOD problem was due to Windows updating and imposing its drivers over top of the drivers that were working just fine. Just to think that dear old MS's remedy for like malfunctions is to update the drivers from their website. That is, replicate (and re-impose) the problem-causing issue. Well done boys and girls. It just makes me want to go to Linux all the more rather than be cast deeper into a Kafka-esque circular techno-perversity that has no reason to exist in the first place.
Well I suppose my keepers just might of had this all planned some 17 years ago. Back then, when they first went berserk/overt and continually hacked my home PC, I attempted to go to Linux in an attempt to avoid their intrusions which were so boldly frequent and invasive then. I forget why I gave up Linux then, but they were certainly hacking me and taking it down whenever they wanted. Since then, I came to realize there was hardly a breath I took, or a notion I had, that wasn't orchestrated in advance, so doubtless that short (6 months) Linux episode served some ulterior purpose.
As did other feints and fuckery of the day. Back in 2003, when just out from illegal incarceration, my pal from my teens and 20's "happened" to drop by, all the way from Hamilton ON to Victoria, BC (4,000 miles apart) where we grew up and hung out. That he had no particular reason to be there, as his parents were both deceased, (and had moved to Parksville BC anyhow), seemed to get a blow-off excuse. Anyhow, we chatted at my parent's place for an hour or so, and it was perfectly obvious that he didn't want to talk about recent events, like, the total (berserk/overt) life invasion, the perps and what their agenda might of be, criminal police involvement etc., all extremely topical to me and very much at issue. I had previously assumed, or more like, was planted with the notion, that the harassment onset of 04-2002 was the beginning of this, and that anyone I knew from long beforehand would be trustworthy, as in not involved. Not that I requested him to act on my behalf or anything, but I assumed he had nothing to do with this rain (or reign, as it became, now 17 years into this), of intense and highly coordinated abuse. About six months later other clues became plainly evident that I was in their sights long ago, likely from birth.
So during this above naive phase of understanding the scope of my harassment, as a TI "only" a year or so, (more than a minute is fucking hell on earth IMHO), why, my good pal (per above) just "happens" to drop in from 4,000 miles away to chat. Of course, when I later realized that I had been kept as a TI from the get-go, naturally my pal had to been involved. Then, when recalling many past interactions with him, it all made sense. All those quirky or smirky looks, the inside humor that he wouldn't explain, the peculiar and terse answers I often got as to why did someone do something incomprehensible etc., blowing me off about things I plainly saw etc. As with any traitors, I don't want to see the SOB again. He just "happened" to slip into that window of time from mid-2003 to late 2003 when I was still unaware that I was being kept as a lifelong TI. And too, he didn't want to know about any of the current abuses and insane fuckery that was so relevant to me, another tip-off of prior arrangement.
Anyhow, I have no idea why the Psychopaths like to have me swap PC's every so often; obviously there a myriad differences between the internet residence connections outside and the sights and sounds of interacting with the device. Differing wire colors, motherboard layout, and even a different monitor and keyboard. "Somehow" I forgot to get this (much preferred) particular monitor with an HDMI connection, and hence this bifurcated situation where this PC and the back up PC each have their own monitor. And separate mouse too, having prior problems with a KVM set up, where the same keyboard, video and mouse can be readily swapped with a keyboard stroke to a different PC. All a big deal for the Psychopaths, including the color of wiring and circuit board etc,, but I just couldn't care less. Just leave me the fuck alone.
Speaking of which, it is a four day long weekend for me, as the Boss Man texted last night, and indicated that he would not be coming into work today as he is taking the Mexicans, my laboring co-worker couple, on a tour of the Kootenays. Lovely country, and I did live there for three years, and as it "happened" they covered the very town I lived in and my many other routes. More of that geographic coverage of my former regions and routes by family and colleagues.
I had the option to work today if he could get someone to open up his business, but elected not to. And it served to tell me that I am still physically trashed and recovering from the heavy lifting and laboring work of the last three weeks in the course of digging holes next to the foundations, lifting steel plates, carrying 100lb bags of cement, etc. So... it tells me all the more that if it takes four days or more to recover from six days of this laboring job, that the usual one day off per week isn't going to cut it. And too, that I should inform the Boss Man that he had better find a replacement. We shall see how that goes tomorrow, though I would not be surprised that he knew this was coming.
And what is with these new variations of maser displays of late? I have long mentioned the black floating dots, often in pairs or triplets, and the filamentous drifting versions that can arrive suddenly upon seeing something unusual, or trace the very location on a page I am reading, and other specific situations. The latest variant is three or more undulating filamentous lines scrunched together, a filamentous parallel cluster if you will, which have more perturbing and edge detection impairing capability. A few days ago, I had my feet up on my work surface edge while watching something on this here monitor, and lifted my feet off for a bit, given that I am often imposed with momentary discomfort. And lo, if at least four to six sets of these filamentous maser clusters didn't suddenly arrive and sit over the very location where my feet had been for at least five or ten seconds, drifting right and left in unison by an inch or so, all of the same pattern. Like, as if, we need to get a magnetic reading on where your feet were ASAP, especially since they weren't on the ground, but on an elevated surface (an edge in fact). I don't give a shit; just leave me alone; I am not anyone's magnetically kept subject that I want any part of. Regular readers will recall that the last most reliable magnetic readings I got in my immediate proximity were around 1700Gauss, some 3400x normal background level. Go figure.
10-16-2019
I told the Boss Man I couldn't continue to work beyond the week as the job was too physically demanding. He seemed to know it was coming, and concurred it was a tough job to do. I was set to work in the yard as the only employee today to cut 3" steel pipe into 16" pieces. The pipe sections were 6' or 8' and I lugged them onto the chop saw and cut them up. My back was not happy about it. As I was 40' from a busy two lane thoroughfare, the traffic noise was on high, and they even put on the infernal and much loathed HD motorcycle noise. Another trademark noise of theirs is the ill-maintained mufflered vehicle, replete with a manual transmission to keep the noise more ridiculous. Also, the "performance" mufflers, aka hot-rod like sound; plenty of them too.
A whole day of cutting metal pipe and sending sparks flying from the chop saw. The wind happened to come on, and so there was all manner of spark cloud variations. Another piece of fuckery that is more prevalent on this job is the intrusions to force me to take my safety wear off momentarily, or else the forced "forgets" over using it, e.g., visor on my hard hat. And lo, just when I pull the visor down, why, a sudden burst of muffler noise from the street heard through my ear muffs. The perps just love to add variations of what I am looking through; plastic visor material in this case, but other times, variants of glass or translucent plastic etc. And perturbing me with putting gloves on and off, and forcing far too many such events. Another variant on changing up my safety gear is for someone to start talking to me when I have my ear muffs on.
The Mexican couple weren't working today, but did come by to chat briefly, and of course, causing me to remove my safety gear to talk to them.
Never, ever, am I allowed to do a heads-down (and stay down until done) task with the Psychopaths on my ass. They constantly arrange disruptions, and in this case, breaker kick-outs as well. Even getting started was a two hour event; sure I had to set this up to get consistent cuts and making the repetitive process easier to perform, and there was an alternate chop saw I tried to fix, per Boss Man's direction, but I never got it going. And a total mind fuck about attempting to put a new 14" metal cutting chop saw blade on as well. Anyhow, I got it all done, with the Boss Man arriving while I was on my second to last pipe, and then he tells me when I am about to make the last cut, I should make it the last pipe as he wanted one full length to remain. Funny how the stalking show erupts when I am about to complete a task.
Below: an add-on from the prior week, when this PC was down, in place of not having access to TI World on the Lenovo back up PC
10-08-2019
The PC is down again, and I managed to take it to the repair shop today, as it was a rare in-town work day. Because air compressors are in high demand due to irrigation system blow-outs (removing water from farm and residential properties alike), the labor job takes place tomorrow on site, an hour's drive away. Today I was cutting 3" steel pipe. I got set up with two pallets to support the pipe and set it up on the chop saw. No mean feat, as the sections were either 5' or 6' (heavy). The chop saw worked fine until it crapped out due to a prior cord burn. [Brushes as it later turned out]. Funny how these "issues" (that were there for the past two weeks) suddenly erupt into a problem when I am into a production run. The Psychopaths just love to mess with production runs when I am there. Longtime readers will recall the almost unrelenting string of "happen chance" disruptions when working on a wine bottling line. The sequence is entirely predictable; a series of stop-start problems at the beginning, sometimes for a few hours, and just when production is getting into a respectable groove (as am I), why, a disruption erupts. All to repeat itself with another wine, or bottle, label, closure change, until day 2 or 3.
More pipe-cutting production crap out problems occurred when I found the replacement chop saw didn't have a hold down washer and bolt. A second one did, but was less powerful and invoked many circuit braker kick outs. That was largely due to the cut-off blade wasn't the same as what I was using, though same-rated and from the same manufacturer. As I was only 40' from a two lane thoroughfare I am quite sure a major vehicular gangstgalking was on as well, though I was mostly heads down attempting to deal with the onslaught of operation disrupting aforementioned fuckery. "No productive or efficient operation goes unsabotaged" is a Psychopath credo in my experience.
And what was with the heavy gangstalking tonight when out visiting larger stores such as LD and SOF? A swarm of four to precede me at the checkout, one of whom lingered over the self-checkout I intended to use, (and did use, as it was the only one available), and two actually checked out groceries while the other two lingered nearby. One of the Fuckwits had to come in close to me to talk to his pal in mid-checkout, all in keeping with financial transaction stalking, their stock (or stalk if you prefer) in trade. And tailing me all over the store, doing the suddenly-arrive-behind-me game (no "excuse me" in this town). Another one arrived at the jerky section as I was there, just to obstruct me and piss me off and drive me elsewhere. Two vehicles at different angles with headlights upon exit at both stores; you would think I was royalty or something. The bum-stalk outside LD, still there on my exit. And wearing red pants to make it obvious; I loathe red pants on males for some reason.
10-09-2019
A brutal day on mud-jacking today at the job. The "mud", actually a grout that slowly solidifies, comes out of a hose with a fitting on it and the connection is pointed inside a drilled hole in the concrete pad. As it happens, these subterranean voids are connected and will bleed grout out of holes and into places we don't want. Such as the garden bed next to the driveway, the 5' dug hole where the pilings are pushed below the foundations etc. And it is our job to pound in the rolled up empty concrete paper bags into these grout leaks in an attempt to seal them. Well, it isn't quite so simple as this is soil, and when a liquid substance is under pressure, it will leak out somewhere if the voids are filled. In other words, there were plenty of leaks, with me pounding away at awkward angles to get the leaks plugged. As part of this strategy, the Boss Man moves from hole to hole, so the job at one location isn't quite done before he wants it done at another. And in these circumstances he is at his worst denigrating self, so plenty of ill-aimed insults to absorb as well. And then a major clean up afterward so the grout doesn't sit in the hose or pump any longer than necessary. I was glad it was over.
As it "happened", the Boss Man has a Cheech and Chong obsession, and they were in town tonight. He gave us each front row tickets, worth $125 no less. We cleaned up as fast as we could, traveled an hour back, and then had about an hour to get ready for the show. Not my kind of fare, but worth a visit, and so I went. It was well done, up to date, funny and not too raunchy. The Boss Man was such a fan of C&C that he paid an extra $125 to see them after the show for the meet-and-greet and autographs, some of it going to charity. He even scooped the C&C staff, and recited some of their skits from their first album he said. Only C&C themselves knew that his recitations were from their first album. Funny the things one learns about one's boss after hours.
10-14-2019
Thanksgiving in these here parts. Always a weird-assed premise of a holiday for this TI anyhow. What am I to be thankful for as a nonconsensual human subject subjected to relentless imposed adversity and infuriation? Furthermore, the entire bounds of normalcy have shifted for all time; e.g. is everyone cruising near me a gangstalking Fuckwit, why have "coincidences" increased by an order of magnitude, why are so many normal people behaving strangely, and how is it that everyone knows I am a TI in advance of seeing me (i.e. is everything orchestrated)? Just a few starter questions, and I could make this a very long list. As I see it, I have nothing to be thankful for while being kept alive under the insane and abusive thumb by the Psychopathic Confederacy in search of what seems to be the Universal Wave Function (more below).
I saw the Disney/Pixar film titled "Coco" a few nights ago, which was recommended by my Mexican co-worker. The story was set in Mexico on the eve of Dias de los Muertos, where families visit the grave sites of the buried. The theme of the film is a young boy manages to transition from the living to the dead world, and ultimately, back again and doing good in the process. What I found was interesting was that there was this world of the dead in the story, which of course mirrors many beliefs from other cultures. Also portrayed in the film, is the concept that if a member of the dead is forgotten by the last remaining living person (who has memories of them), then they will disappear from the land of the dead. I thought about this, also with the knowledge of Hugh Everett's Many Worlds Interpretation of quantum mechanics, as well as the Psychopathic assholes and their abusive research agenda. And too, human nature, (doubtless managed too) in that we typically do have events to remember the dead, be they national holidays, Rememberance and Armistice memorials, and the huge realm of named objects (streets, stamps, currency etc.) statues and other cultural markers. I don't exactly know how all this fits together, but if humans are nonconsensual human subjects, and placed here on Earth for that very purpose, then studying the living and the dead just might be another facet of the Psychopath's research agenda. I know from personal experience that the Psychopaths engage in no end of memory fucking games, aka "forced forgets", and they also like to plant memories (persons most often) in mind that are entirely irrelevant to the context, and so it just may be that they are also exploring the material world (the tangible present) and the "soul world" (the dead) energetic associations. All to possibly elicit and identify the Universal Wave Function, as espoused by Hugh Everett, who stated that it is unlikely that we could not determine it on this single planet. Anyhow, just a few associated thoughts on this topic, as I am sure it will direct some of my reading in the next year or so.
From low brow Cheech & Chong to mid-brow show by Jill Barber at the Dream Cafe, Oct 11, two nights later. A magnificent show and one to remember for a long time. She was personal, personable and was in excellent voice. A request tour apparently, where requests are submitted in advance, but as she indicated, somehow there was a "glitch" for this show and no advance requests were received. The "somehow glitch" thing again. I didn't get the focused stare from the performer like so many other shows, but she did a song in serenade style, and walked to most of the tables while singing one song. And so, while sitting at the table at the back wall near the stairs, why, she walked down the aisle singing and did arrive 2' away from me (as she did for many others), and we did make direct eye contact. Long time readers will know that that nearly every show has at least one of these direct stare moments from the stage performer, from the stage, but in this case she came directly to my table making direct eye contact, and in the context of her serenade, many others experienced too. At least I did not receive the attention of the microphone pointed at me to finish the last sung word of her song as did one other patron. All in good fun. Even more funny was that she signed autographs while singing, holding the microphone in her armpit. Even more arresting was her negligee-like outfit for the second set, perhaps enough to make Miley Cyrus blush.
Enough of the snippets from now and before, and I shall attempt to get this posted before another sudden crash.
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Monday, October 21, 2019
Sunday, February 25, 2018
Same Job, Different Vineyard
02-19-2018
The assholes kept me up all night for some reason. And true to form, per external interference, I wasn't a bit tired at all for the entire day.
I swapped vineyards today, and started with 6" snow on ground. Even if a 10 min. commute, getting there was eventful due to a pair of dudes who seemed unusually coordinated for pedestrians. I was E bound, 60' from the intersection and the light was green. An oncoming vehicle was 20' from the intersection, proceeding W bound. Most of the road surface was bare, but there was plenty of snow and ice on the sidewalks and street gutters. And this pair of Fuckwit males at the corner step out as if to cross the street (No Walk for them) in front of the oncoming white vehicle, but it didn't stop or brake any, and together the dudes backed off and retreated to the snowy sidewalk. Not perfectly choreographed, but close to it. The oncoming vehicle passed through without incident and I went through still on the green light, and the dudes stepped out into the street as I was passing through. Talk about a need for a Pedestrian's License; had the oncoming vehicle braked hard for the Fuckwits it could of hit an icy patch and gone anywhere. I cannot believe how two dudes could coordinate this street crossing stupidity with such adroitness without any regard to the snowy and icy conditions unless it was orchestrated. Good for getting my trauma reaction going in any event.
Yoga tonight, and the perverse "visit the victim" choreography again. A never-seen-before dude in a beard just needed to move his mat too close to me, and after I moved mine away, he moves his mat closer again. Like WTF; can we make it more obvious or what. Later after the class, he does a "just stand there" pose, the typical need to be seen stalk, while doing nothing.
Sunny, though cold all day for vineyard pruning using my new loppers. A new tool, especially a cutting tool, is always a big deal for the perp assholes.
02-20-2018
Another perishing cold day working in the vineyard.
After the previous night of no sleep, I though I would get left alone, but no... I was cold that night, so I got a sleeping bag and added that to my bedding. Big mistake; the perps woke me up twice with excruciating cramps in my leg to have me walk around to work it off, 10 min. each time. I suppose this was all about removing me from my bedding for a while, given that I have a new set up.
Then they screwed me out of getting up with the alarm, so I had to abbreviate my morning routine and not shave any, and even at that I started work a half hour late.
And so it seems a lot more disruption, particularly with clothing of late; forcing me to take a piss, having my hat come off, having me take my gloves off etc. I came home at lunch to get the charger for the electric pruners, and then they wouldn't let my boot go back on properly. Another screaming session over that, which is what they pulled this morning, as they had me "forget" there was paper wadded in the boots to draw out the moisture in them. As to how it gets there I have no idea as my feet aren't sweating any, and I have foot warmers in them too.
The electric pruners worked, then didn't, for a second day when they had worked fine before for the owners. Again, more disruption over this, and replacing them with the manual loppers
I saw "Who Stole Johnny" (Gosch) on Netflix. Interesting that the FBI and Des Moines police didn't' want to do much, determinedly so. As the story unfolded, the boy's mother, Noreen Gosch did meet her son for an hour, but he didn't want publicity. And from this she learned that they, the pedophiles, apply mind control to them (the kept kids). As to what form this takes she didn't say, or more likely, didn't know. Even the Discovery Channel spiked a story on this case. A very high up cover up for sure, and related to child trafficking. This story never played up here in Canada at the time, so forgive me that I am catching up on this one.
02-21-2018
A blood test this morning; following two interesting changes in my circumstances; I started sleeping on the floor, somewhat jaded by my camp cot of four years. The duvet kept falling off, all the more noticeable as it is so perishing cold inside. Even with the heater set at 22C, it is 18C across the room, some 15' away. The other coincidence is that the assholes screwed me out of taking my medications this morning, something I faithfully take; selegiline and tamsulosin. Not a big deal, just an oddity, but of significance for one being hounded all the time and controlled to the microsecond.
A perishing cold day working in the vineyard today, getting at later start at 0900h, and finishing at 1700h, one hour offset from my usual time there.
02-22-2018
Cold outside again, with a 1/2" skiff of snow that arrived overnight, and thereby causing me to be cleaning it up from the paths and driveways, again, doing the landlord's duties who are still away in Mexico.
What is it about picking up a parcel that so interests the perps? Is it the brown cardboard, or that the item is from elsewhere, that I am taking possession or what? They even put on the brown people too, about five E. Indian women clustered together looking at the cosmetics, just in stock still mode, not even talking. It is highly unlikely that they would be there looking at white folk's cosmetics, and since they are singularly thrifty, why anyhow. And this peculiar "don't talk flock", just stand there some 40' from me in the aisle that axially faced the line for the PO. And too, four customers lined up in front of me, a high number given my usual experience, which includes last week when I picked up the landlord's parcel. And too, one blonde dude in the line just departs drifts out from the line from the PO and then looks at the adjacent post cards for crissakes. And if that weren't ridiculous enough, he then browses over to the adjacent rack of shipping envelopes. For someone who was in line for the PO? Hilarious.
Then when I was traversing the store to depart with parcel in hand, this Fuckwit steps in front of me without so much as a look or an apology, coming from an aisle end. Then he turns into another aisle, and then waits for me to pass and then follows me out the store for crissakes, not having made a purchase. He of some scarred face, possibly a burn victim. So what was that about? Then when outside a cluster of vehicles on me when waiting to turn to exit, and then a "just standing there" cell phoning Fuckwit woman sentry, in the typical pose I have come to know since all this shit came down 04-2002. And no end of pit lamping, that is, headlights pointed at me on store entry, making turns etc. And an unusual pit lamping; this guy and his wife get out of their vehicle in front of the PO entrance, and he is locking it up, and the backup lights alone are on. I have never seen this before, but nothing much surprises me when getting pit lamped.
And what is with the yellow plasma splotching games when I exit my vehicle at the end of the day, over the background of snow? They assault me with yellow plasma splotches, 6-10" or so, some half dozen at a time in my visual field, and keep hounding me with this anywhere I look at the snow, which I am bound to be doing, watching where I walk. I worked some 8 hours today in the snow, and had none of this horseshit, but when I get home, and out of my vehicle, this starts up until I go inside. No pissing in the snow today, so I don't know why this is going on.
02-23-2018
Perishing cold all day, around -8C with some falling snow, about 10kph breeze and no sun. This while vineyard pruning, my gig at this time of year. Later in the summer it will be 35C, and I don't mind that at all. I have dual layer gloves with toe warmers dropped in them, plus a glove liner, Minus 100 boots with toe warmers in them, three layers of tops, plus ski jacket, running tights for long johns and windproof hiking pants on, plus a balaclava, neck warmer, toque covered with the hood of the ski jacket, plus oversized safely glasses (similar to goggles), and I am barely warm enough. I swear the ski jacket is letting me down, though I am loathe to fork out another one because they are expensive and tend to get beat up in this job. I will have to up the ante and get out my ski pants and then get my fleece tights underneath next week to see if I can do better, though of course, the temperature may rise. I wondered why I had these ski pants all these 6 years and never used them, not being a skier in the first place. So it would seem the perps had this one planned too, that far back. Enough I figured, so I ordered some ski goggles with an integral fitting balaclava that fits tight to the goggle frame. Hope springs eternal that I will stay warm outside all day in this weather. I suppose the next step is heated garments, so who knows where this is all going with these electromagnetic devices attached to me.
Speaking of which, walking around with a battery pack for electric pruners might have served this purpose, (and added some warmth by pulling my ski jacket in close and preventing it from moving and puffing the warm air to the outside, but no such luck. In keeping with the problems I have had with these devices, the vineyard owners have a Chinese model, and the battery crapped out after three tries. I suppose the ideal would be to have the electric pruner battery not only run the pruners, but electrically heated garments as well, though I think we are a long way from that. But its in the wind I suspect; all those power tool manufacturers are now making job site radios (for crissakes), so one day maybe they will extend their product line to have battery heated garments as well. More spring eternalizing again. And part of this whole scenario is that my body temperature is consistently 36.4C, (normal is 37.0C), so it does make me wonder if I am losing the battle just by adding on more clothing. Onto electrically heated wardrobes, hopefully starting with one's feet, fingers and then perhaps one's face with a electrically heated toque. Who knows, but this snow and cold aren't abating anytime soon.
And three major cramp attacks in the night, one leg or the other, causing me to wake up in considerable pain and then walk it off for 10 minutes. I swear it is imposed by external means, and initiated to get me out of bed now that I have added a sleeping bag into my night time sleeping arrangements. And too, all this is on the floor on my yoga mat, ditching my 4 year long camping cot in the mean time. (A mentioned, I got plain fed up with the duvet dropping off the cot, so I decided that by sleeping on the floor it had no place to go, and I might stay warmer.) I am now sleeping warmer, but I am now interrupted by the leg cramp attacks, now for the third night straight. Woo hoo, it is so nice to be under someone's heel in these adverse weather conditions....
02-24-2018
Saturday, like last Saturday, snow fell in the night, this time only 2" of the most fluffiest snow I have seen. Given my expanded duties while the landlord is in Mexico for a month, it was up to me to clean the driveway, sidewalk, walking paths etc. Not such a big deal as last Saturday when it started/stopped 3x over the day. This time, only one dump.
Later, I took the vehicle to get the tailgate support struts installed at the Ford dealership. I purchased them online, had them delivered, and they installed them. The bill indicated 18 minutes of shop time, but I waited 90 minutes total in the waiting room of the dealership for some reason. And they didn't even clean the vehicle or any of those usual perks one gets there. Again, the parade of males trotted through, as the coffee machine is there. For the last 20 minutes an attractive blonde woman was there too sitting in the waiting area, and none of the turbans and freaks like there was two weeks ago. The Olympic hockey game kept me interested for most of the time there. I had interleaved my laundromat activities while there, so while my towels were tumbling one kilometer away, I was kept at the Ford dealership for this extended duration.
Interference on to-do lists; missing items, shutting down a certain pharmacy at 1500h, as I wanted to get something for my verruca on my L foot that has been pissing me off for two weeks now. And each week day I seem to be running late after work to get to this particular pharmacy. As to why they need to interfere on this I don't know, but it is the same verruca that magically appeared the day after they first went berserk/overt in their apartment invasion in 04-2002. One came up on my R foot two years ago and I managed to treat it and get rid of it last year.
02-25-2018
Sunday, and I decided to get going on organizing my 2017 papers, as it seems that such isn't allowed until year end. Then a need to go do some vineyard week, as I will need to make up some hours due to an upcoming doctor appointment. The boss man had his farm truck blocking the driveway, so I parked beside it. Just when I was about to head to the vineyard, after getting my toque, gloves, goggles, tool belt etc. on, the boss man arrives in his L hand drive vehicle. He said he was going to plow the place, so I could park elsewhere, so no problem, I did. I just find it such an amazing coincidence he would arrive at the same time, as this Sunday work was not planned on my part. So more disruption, in taking off the gloves tool belt etc., then moving the vehicle and then getting set up again. The perps just love this shit; getting dressed up in so many clothes for the cold weather and then disrupting me so I have to take some off or else open them up. Last year while pruning, and the snow was on the ground, they kept hitting me with pissing attacks so that I needed to piss every 30 minutes. Which meant of course, lots of clothing disruption, including to open my ski coat to deal with this issue.
On my way out of the vineyard at 1700h, just as I was about to turn out from the driveway onto Naramata Rd, why, a pit lamping vehicle sitting beside the road, headlights aimed at me. Like WTF; can't the assholes get enough light on me in the day, when they seem to be farting around with the clouds and bringing on the sunlight while working? No; pit lamping is getting a higher profile of late. Said pit lampers were a vehicle full of E. Indians, making out that they were lost for crissakes.
The perps were on my ass all day long with pruning cuttings "just happening" to be falling back to place after I cut them. The usual expectation is that they flip out of the way so one can see one is making progress, but no, they wanted to piss me off.
Also on the piss off theme was the loppers; I sharpened them for the first time last night using a diamond stone, and within 5 seconds of using them today, a trellis wire end "just happened" to be in the cut and the blade got dulled for 1/2" of its length. Was I pissed or what. I spent 30 minutes sharpening them, and the assholes had them dulled in 5 seconds. Normally, if there is such a thing, I don't cut the wires, but this was a wire end, and somehow escaped my notice. Well done assholes.
Something I got via email; I haven't checked it out yet. I am not big on the talk lines etc. but for those who are, there maybe something of interest.
Anyhow, enough for a post for this week.
The assholes kept me up all night for some reason. And true to form, per external interference, I wasn't a bit tired at all for the entire day.
I swapped vineyards today, and started with 6" snow on ground. Even if a 10 min. commute, getting there was eventful due to a pair of dudes who seemed unusually coordinated for pedestrians. I was E bound, 60' from the intersection and the light was green. An oncoming vehicle was 20' from the intersection, proceeding W bound. Most of the road surface was bare, but there was plenty of snow and ice on the sidewalks and street gutters. And this pair of Fuckwit males at the corner step out as if to cross the street (No Walk for them) in front of the oncoming white vehicle, but it didn't stop or brake any, and together the dudes backed off and retreated to the snowy sidewalk. Not perfectly choreographed, but close to it. The oncoming vehicle passed through without incident and I went through still on the green light, and the dudes stepped out into the street as I was passing through. Talk about a need for a Pedestrian's License; had the oncoming vehicle braked hard for the Fuckwits it could of hit an icy patch and gone anywhere. I cannot believe how two dudes could coordinate this street crossing stupidity with such adroitness without any regard to the snowy and icy conditions unless it was orchestrated. Good for getting my trauma reaction going in any event.
Yoga tonight, and the perverse "visit the victim" choreography again. A never-seen-before dude in a beard just needed to move his mat too close to me, and after I moved mine away, he moves his mat closer again. Like WTF; can we make it more obvious or what. Later after the class, he does a "just stand there" pose, the typical need to be seen stalk, while doing nothing.
Sunny, though cold all day for vineyard pruning using my new loppers. A new tool, especially a cutting tool, is always a big deal for the perp assholes.
02-20-2018
Another perishing cold day working in the vineyard.
After the previous night of no sleep, I though I would get left alone, but no... I was cold that night, so I got a sleeping bag and added that to my bedding. Big mistake; the perps woke me up twice with excruciating cramps in my leg to have me walk around to work it off, 10 min. each time. I suppose this was all about removing me from my bedding for a while, given that I have a new set up.
Then they screwed me out of getting up with the alarm, so I had to abbreviate my morning routine and not shave any, and even at that I started work a half hour late.
And so it seems a lot more disruption, particularly with clothing of late; forcing me to take a piss, having my hat come off, having me take my gloves off etc. I came home at lunch to get the charger for the electric pruners, and then they wouldn't let my boot go back on properly. Another screaming session over that, which is what they pulled this morning, as they had me "forget" there was paper wadded in the boots to draw out the moisture in them. As to how it gets there I have no idea as my feet aren't sweating any, and I have foot warmers in them too.
The electric pruners worked, then didn't, for a second day when they had worked fine before for the owners. Again, more disruption over this, and replacing them with the manual loppers
I saw "Who Stole Johnny" (Gosch) on Netflix. Interesting that the FBI and Des Moines police didn't' want to do much, determinedly so. As the story unfolded, the boy's mother, Noreen Gosch did meet her son for an hour, but he didn't want publicity. And from this she learned that they, the pedophiles, apply mind control to them (the kept kids). As to what form this takes she didn't say, or more likely, didn't know. Even the Discovery Channel spiked a story on this case. A very high up cover up for sure, and related to child trafficking. This story never played up here in Canada at the time, so forgive me that I am catching up on this one.
02-21-2018
A blood test this morning; following two interesting changes in my circumstances; I started sleeping on the floor, somewhat jaded by my camp cot of four years. The duvet kept falling off, all the more noticeable as it is so perishing cold inside. Even with the heater set at 22C, it is 18C across the room, some 15' away. The other coincidence is that the assholes screwed me out of taking my medications this morning, something I faithfully take; selegiline and tamsulosin. Not a big deal, just an oddity, but of significance for one being hounded all the time and controlled to the microsecond.
A perishing cold day working in the vineyard today, getting at later start at 0900h, and finishing at 1700h, one hour offset from my usual time there.
02-22-2018
Cold outside again, with a 1/2" skiff of snow that arrived overnight, and thereby causing me to be cleaning it up from the paths and driveways, again, doing the landlord's duties who are still away in Mexico.
What is it about picking up a parcel that so interests the perps? Is it the brown cardboard, or that the item is from elsewhere, that I am taking possession or what? They even put on the brown people too, about five E. Indian women clustered together looking at the cosmetics, just in stock still mode, not even talking. It is highly unlikely that they would be there looking at white folk's cosmetics, and since they are singularly thrifty, why anyhow. And this peculiar "don't talk flock", just stand there some 40' from me in the aisle that axially faced the line for the PO. And too, four customers lined up in front of me, a high number given my usual experience, which includes last week when I picked up the landlord's parcel. And too, one blonde dude in the line just departs drifts out from the line from the PO and then looks at the adjacent post cards for crissakes. And if that weren't ridiculous enough, he then browses over to the adjacent rack of shipping envelopes. For someone who was in line for the PO? Hilarious.
Then when I was traversing the store to depart with parcel in hand, this Fuckwit steps in front of me without so much as a look or an apology, coming from an aisle end. Then he turns into another aisle, and then waits for me to pass and then follows me out the store for crissakes, not having made a purchase. He of some scarred face, possibly a burn victim. So what was that about? Then when outside a cluster of vehicles on me when waiting to turn to exit, and then a "just standing there" cell phoning Fuckwit woman sentry, in the typical pose I have come to know since all this shit came down 04-2002. And no end of pit lamping, that is, headlights pointed at me on store entry, making turns etc. And an unusual pit lamping; this guy and his wife get out of their vehicle in front of the PO entrance, and he is locking it up, and the backup lights alone are on. I have never seen this before, but nothing much surprises me when getting pit lamped.
And what is with the yellow plasma splotching games when I exit my vehicle at the end of the day, over the background of snow? They assault me with yellow plasma splotches, 6-10" or so, some half dozen at a time in my visual field, and keep hounding me with this anywhere I look at the snow, which I am bound to be doing, watching where I walk. I worked some 8 hours today in the snow, and had none of this horseshit, but when I get home, and out of my vehicle, this starts up until I go inside. No pissing in the snow today, so I don't know why this is going on.
02-23-2018
Perishing cold all day, around -8C with some falling snow, about 10kph breeze and no sun. This while vineyard pruning, my gig at this time of year. Later in the summer it will be 35C, and I don't mind that at all. I have dual layer gloves with toe warmers dropped in them, plus a glove liner, Minus 100 boots with toe warmers in them, three layers of tops, plus ski jacket, running tights for long johns and windproof hiking pants on, plus a balaclava, neck warmer, toque covered with the hood of the ski jacket, plus oversized safely glasses (similar to goggles), and I am barely warm enough. I swear the ski jacket is letting me down, though I am loathe to fork out another one because they are expensive and tend to get beat up in this job. I will have to up the ante and get out my ski pants and then get my fleece tights underneath next week to see if I can do better, though of course, the temperature may rise. I wondered why I had these ski pants all these 6 years and never used them, not being a skier in the first place. So it would seem the perps had this one planned too, that far back. Enough I figured, so I ordered some ski goggles with an integral fitting balaclava that fits tight to the goggle frame. Hope springs eternal that I will stay warm outside all day in this weather. I suppose the next step is heated garments, so who knows where this is all going with these electromagnetic devices attached to me.
Speaking of which, walking around with a battery pack for electric pruners might have served this purpose, (and added some warmth by pulling my ski jacket in close and preventing it from moving and puffing the warm air to the outside, but no such luck. In keeping with the problems I have had with these devices, the vineyard owners have a Chinese model, and the battery crapped out after three tries. I suppose the ideal would be to have the electric pruner battery not only run the pruners, but electrically heated garments as well, though I think we are a long way from that. But its in the wind I suspect; all those power tool manufacturers are now making job site radios (for crissakes), so one day maybe they will extend their product line to have battery heated garments as well. More spring eternalizing again. And part of this whole scenario is that my body temperature is consistently 36.4C, (normal is 37.0C), so it does make me wonder if I am losing the battle just by adding on more clothing. Onto electrically heated wardrobes, hopefully starting with one's feet, fingers and then perhaps one's face with a electrically heated toque. Who knows, but this snow and cold aren't abating anytime soon.
And three major cramp attacks in the night, one leg or the other, causing me to wake up in considerable pain and then walk it off for 10 minutes. I swear it is imposed by external means, and initiated to get me out of bed now that I have added a sleeping bag into my night time sleeping arrangements. And too, all this is on the floor on my yoga mat, ditching my 4 year long camping cot in the mean time. (A mentioned, I got plain fed up with the duvet dropping off the cot, so I decided that by sleeping on the floor it had no place to go, and I might stay warmer.) I am now sleeping warmer, but I am now interrupted by the leg cramp attacks, now for the third night straight. Woo hoo, it is so nice to be under someone's heel in these adverse weather conditions....
02-24-2018
Saturday, like last Saturday, snow fell in the night, this time only 2" of the most fluffiest snow I have seen. Given my expanded duties while the landlord is in Mexico for a month, it was up to me to clean the driveway, sidewalk, walking paths etc. Not such a big deal as last Saturday when it started/stopped 3x over the day. This time, only one dump.
Later, I took the vehicle to get the tailgate support struts installed at the Ford dealership. I purchased them online, had them delivered, and they installed them. The bill indicated 18 minutes of shop time, but I waited 90 minutes total in the waiting room of the dealership for some reason. And they didn't even clean the vehicle or any of those usual perks one gets there. Again, the parade of males trotted through, as the coffee machine is there. For the last 20 minutes an attractive blonde woman was there too sitting in the waiting area, and none of the turbans and freaks like there was two weeks ago. The Olympic hockey game kept me interested for most of the time there. I had interleaved my laundromat activities while there, so while my towels were tumbling one kilometer away, I was kept at the Ford dealership for this extended duration.
Interference on to-do lists; missing items, shutting down a certain pharmacy at 1500h, as I wanted to get something for my verruca on my L foot that has been pissing me off for two weeks now. And each week day I seem to be running late after work to get to this particular pharmacy. As to why they need to interfere on this I don't know, but it is the same verruca that magically appeared the day after they first went berserk/overt in their apartment invasion in 04-2002. One came up on my R foot two years ago and I managed to treat it and get rid of it last year.
02-25-2018
Sunday, and I decided to get going on organizing my 2017 papers, as it seems that such isn't allowed until year end. Then a need to go do some vineyard week, as I will need to make up some hours due to an upcoming doctor appointment. The boss man had his farm truck blocking the driveway, so I parked beside it. Just when I was about to head to the vineyard, after getting my toque, gloves, goggles, tool belt etc. on, the boss man arrives in his L hand drive vehicle. He said he was going to plow the place, so I could park elsewhere, so no problem, I did. I just find it such an amazing coincidence he would arrive at the same time, as this Sunday work was not planned on my part. So more disruption, in taking off the gloves tool belt etc., then moving the vehicle and then getting set up again. The perps just love this shit; getting dressed up in so many clothes for the cold weather and then disrupting me so I have to take some off or else open them up. Last year while pruning, and the snow was on the ground, they kept hitting me with pissing attacks so that I needed to piss every 30 minutes. Which meant of course, lots of clothing disruption, including to open my ski coat to deal with this issue.
On my way out of the vineyard at 1700h, just as I was about to turn out from the driveway onto Naramata Rd, why, a pit lamping vehicle sitting beside the road, headlights aimed at me. Like WTF; can't the assholes get enough light on me in the day, when they seem to be farting around with the clouds and bringing on the sunlight while working? No; pit lamping is getting a higher profile of late. Said pit lampers were a vehicle full of E. Indians, making out that they were lost for crissakes.
The perps were on my ass all day long with pruning cuttings "just happening" to be falling back to place after I cut them. The usual expectation is that they flip out of the way so one can see one is making progress, but no, they wanted to piss me off.
Also on the piss off theme was the loppers; I sharpened them for the first time last night using a diamond stone, and within 5 seconds of using them today, a trellis wire end "just happened" to be in the cut and the blade got dulled for 1/2" of its length. Was I pissed or what. I spent 30 minutes sharpening them, and the assholes had them dulled in 5 seconds. Normally, if there is such a thing, I don't cut the wires, but this was a wire end, and somehow escaped my notice. Well done assholes.
Something I got via email; I haven't checked it out yet. I am not big on the talk lines etc. but for those who are, there maybe something of interest.
www.stopgangstalkingcrimes.com
Talkshoe call (724)-444-7444 Tuesday 3pm pst to 6pm pst
Other websites to check out or you tube:
Anyhow, enough for a post for this week.
Sunday, February 18, 2018
Cold Weather Again
02-13-2018
Minus 7C yesterday, when it was a wonderful (comparatively) +7C four days earlier. And I see the local trend is to -13C in the next six days. I suppose it was a spring time sucker punch last week. The snow is now rock hard at the vineyard now, after all the thawing last week, though not enough to thaw it all. Not only that, but the wind was up today, an effective -5C all day. I was bundled up with three layered tops, thermal tights as long johns, a balaclava, toe warmers in my boots, a neck gaiter that extended to my nose, and googles to keep my face protected. The ski jacket was the final garment to cover me up, and the hood was indispensable.
And my loppers broke yesterday; a steel section just plain split. I suppose it was the cold, (if you believe in no other extra conventional interventions) and from what I can gather, this particular model has no parts availability. Well done perps. Another $100 to shell out to replace them. This is what they do to minimum wage farm workers under their heel.
I see the boss man just had to hang out pruning the adjacent vines to me when I was in my vehicle at the two break times I took today. The intervening time he moved somewhere else to do his pruning.
And what is with the infernal loud mufflered vehicle stalking again? This insane noisestalking technique has been going on for years, but today it reached its apex of irrationality. Thee times it visited the adjacent property for all of a minute and then came back, some 30-50 minutes apart. The first time it was when I was getting out of my vehicle, a time honored stalking moment. It is bad enough the boss man hasn't got his muffler fixed, but at least he doesn't drive it around for no reason.
02-14-2018
No love from the perps this morning; a 1/2" skiff of snow on the ground was the excuse, and lo, if they didn't wiggle the rear end of my vehicle 12" or so as it was going through the S-bends on Naramata Rd. A tricky section, with an uphill and in mid "S" it changes grade to downhill. This was with snow tires and I was going slow. As the vehicle skidded I backed off the accelerator and it immediately slowed and straightened. This was the same section they put me through a 360 degree spin two years ago, though in a different vehicle and four season radials. As to why the road maintenance personnel didn't gravel it I have no idea, as it was 0740h.
And if that wasn't enough excitement, (aka traumatization re-visitation) it was only 200m further that they had an oncoming vehicle spinning out of control. One of those dumb-assed so-called Smart cars was spinning like a top on a straightaway section coming at me from 120' away. The vehicle finished its spinning and came to a stop some 20' in front of me, facing me in my lane, headlights on. I had been slowing down all the while, and was thankful it was a straight and level section, and that the pick up truck behind me was well back. The large male negro driver waved at me and then proceeded into his lane and on his way. Like WTF; these so-called Smart cars are less than 1% of the road traffic, and negroes are at most 1% of the population here; 1/100 x 1/100 = 1/10,000 chance this could occur, never mind the rarity of a spinning vehicle coming at me. Seems like a fix to me, that, along with the fact that the perps are obsessed with planting negroes in my proximity. Another similar road stunt of four years ago had an overtaking vehicle subsequently spin out when faced with a bend in the road ahead, also ending up facing me when stopped. Two women then, but for crissakes, do they really need to pull this bullshit all to place a facing vehicle in my lane, stopped?
A full day in the vineyard, pruning. This time I introduced the use of my battery powered reciprocating saw to take on the larger cuts. I have a hand saw that does the same job, but ever the tool-geek, I just had to use the powered saw. Also contributing to this "need", was the fact that they took out my 30" loppers, per above. It did a good job, though it is heavy and it might be better to do a pass with it alone, then come back for regular pruning with the loppers and secateurs. So now, four different kinds of cutting tools I use for vine pruning; short loppers, secateurs, hand saw, and now a powered reciprocating saw, plus the long loppers that were broken (or taken out as I see it). No doubt all in the name of the perps' game over cutting tools (and object separation), and with what tool and tool steel. Fifteen years of this nonsense on top of being surreptitiously surveilled for a prior 47 years, and here they are still putzing with what tool I use to cut the vine wood with. I suppose it may alter the energy of the grapes, and hence the wine, but that is such a ridiculous long shot I just cannot fathom why they would be so obsessed over it. Perhaps there is another reason.
Not pictured are the 30" red handled loppers that broke this week, and the electric ones that I used for a day. That makes for six different kinds of cutting tools I have been using on this vineyard in the last two weeks. Add in the fact that my new loppers are identical to the blue ones pictured above, and I will be using them anew on a different vineyard for the next two or more weeks, and I suppose one could surmise that the perps are attempting to discern some energetic difference between using the blue handled loppers, though different pairs, over time and distance (4km away). I expect to end up back at this vineyard with my new loppers in two or three weeks.
02-15-2018
A dental visit, getting my my teeth cleaned first, an ordeal that is becoming worse, just as the dental hygienist suggests going 3x/year instead of two. I need a dental plan first folks, and haven't had one since the assholes descended on me in 04-2002 going berserk/overt and ripped my life to shreds, where it remains. If that weren't enough, the dentist conferred with me on the two missing tooth problem. This one was also visited last week, by the dental surgeon who determined I needed a bone graft (aka "sinus lift") in order to provide enough bone to then set screw anchors in for implants. That job, including the anchors, was $6.5K, which does not include the teeth. Today, the dentist told me the teeth would be $2k each. Ouch. An alternative is a bridge, where two false teeth span the gap and are secured to a tooth on each side. Except today, the dentist determined that one of the teeth for securing isn't strong enough, so instead of a 4 teeth arrangement, it becomes 5 teeth. The 5th tooth would be my pristine canine with no work or fillings or anything, as it would be milled down to take a cap it doesn't need. Woo hoo... who took out these tooth with root canals anyhow, and then when being filled, posts were put in, which they now acknowledge, cause teeth to break up as the internal metal post doesn't have the same flexibility as the tooth. Maybe there is a way to delay this financial pain. Or maybe, I just go around with this curious gap in my mouth for years.
Other perp excitement was that I ended up collecting a parcel for my landlady at the post office. Said landlady and lord are in Mexico and I look after their mail, check the house to see if all is OK, and otherwise do the duties of apparent habitation. Another is cleaning the snow from the walk ways, more on that later. To date, the snow has come down in daily 1" skiffs and melts on the concrete, so I have got off easy on this one, but not for long given the perp's propensity to first game me, and then later hit me with the real thing.
The event of picking up someone else's mail also brought on extra gangstalking coverage at the PO; first the doofus who was holding up service at the counter with his verbal meanderings, e.g. "wi-fi it", meaning internet access. Not quite as bad as "sending an internet", but getting there. Then the stalkers came to line up behind me while waiting out the doofus, and another one doing the faux shopping pose; bent over looking at the envelope selections for crissakes, and then shifting his attention to some kind of drug store kitsch items as if it were all in a day's shopping outing. This PO is in a drug store, though with a fairly large cosmetics section. Then the parcel access system for the counter clerk hiccuped and slowed up, and after 30 seconds was suddenly up again, and I was allowed to pick up the parcel, legally that is, and cleared with the landlady in advance. Because I live at the same street address, but not in the same building, and my driver's license ID supported the requirement that I must live at the same address, all was OK. Great fodder for the perps though, picking up someone else's parcel. After some 15 years of intense and insane abuse, and this is what turns their crank. Heaven cannot help us as they run that too.
02-16-2018
A skiff of snow on the ground this morning, enough to remind me of the events two days ago, per above. But no, there was no snow when headed N, and none on the S bends mentioned. Although freezing, no ice on the road.
Pruning vines all day; now two weeks on this job, and I have been walking on snow most of the time. There have been some warm days, but that seems to be the cause for the snow to get more crusty, enough to support my weight, even if 4" deep. So it would seem that the perps like me to walk on water so to speak, all in keeping with their games over H2O.That I swam with a swim club for 14 years, doing 2500m per practice, 50 and 100m lengths, might add to this whole picture, though since, and excepting the odd time, it seems they don't want me swimming (or running) regularly. Too much dopamine generation I suspect.
Today when I switched pruning varieties it began snowing heavily for 20 minutes. This would be in keeping with the games and disruptions that go on when I have switched varieties for other vineyard tasks like shoot thinning etc. As to what the perp's preoccupation is about when I switch vine varietals I have no idea. Sometimes, if the variety change is in the row, and not a discrete block, they have blanked me out so I don't notice for a panel or so. The boss man came to visit me then too, asking me to leave the loppers behind in the tool shed.
As it "happened", I later bought a new pair of loppers, identical to the ones I was using. So perhaps the deal was that the perps didn't want me to have both pairs at home, as I usually take the company loppers home to sharpen them up. But as today is Friday, the boss man might be in on Saturday, and he said he might need them.
02-17-2018
Saturday, and there was 4" of snow on the ground. The falling snow was abated, and I got onto shoveling it. Not just my 25' to the gate, but the rest of the paths as the landlord is away and I am looking after the place. That would include the sidewalk here in suburbia, but also their driveway and vehicle to make as if the place was habituated.
But I got faked out and it came down some more, and by mid afternoon with my hair appointment pending, I walked into downtown to get it done. I had a new stylist, cute but chubby, and not terribly chatty, but she did a good job, and put on plenty of touchings. At one point she pressed her breasts into the back of my neck for whatever reason. No, I didn't get a thrill out of that, in this world of being kept as a subject for nonconsensual human experimentation, in situ. By the time I was done it was sunny, and no more snow coming down. Ergo, a second round of snow cleaning, including all pathways, driveway, sidewalk and vehicles. At least 4" deep each time, not a huge dump, but plenty enough work to clean up.
Later, I did my laundry at the laundromat and lo, if t he assholes didn't pull another snowfall, though only a 1/2" this time. They were bound and determined to lay down more snow on top of what I cleaned up, this being the third time. Given their nutzo interest in where I walk, and what objects (or beings) traverse my path (and how soon afterward), why snow shoveling is just the ticket with the metal edged plastic blade scraping ahead of me. At one point they pulled the leading metal edge off the snow shovel, so now they had two variants of surface scraping; one with and one without the metal edge, just the plastic. The friendly guy at the laundromat explained his snow shoveling woes to me, and it was only then that I learned about the metal edge and its propensity to come off, which explained how this metal "arrived" while I was snow shoveling and had no idea where it came from. That he had such a metal edge inside the laundromat while explaining all this to me wasn't too much of a surprise in hindsight, though the perps blanked out these nefarious and consistent objectives from my mind during this exchange. I am not allowed to know or associate that I can readily figure out on my own. He cleaned his lot three times, and presumably, the metal edge was on his snow scoop for some of the time. And of course, I drove, parked and walked on his lot, so perhaps the metal edge was inside for some kind of energetic interaction testing in a situation where it wasn't obviously used. All too clever, from the sickest minds that reside on this lab rat planet.
02-18-2018
I decided that I would not work this Sunday, and essentially cocoon myself in for a snow bound day. I did get out and do some minor clearing and sanding on pathways. With the dropping temperatures we now have ice on the roads that weren't cleaned, and that means those in suburbia that aren't thoroughfares. I did make it out for some minor shopping and banking, (two errand stops) replete with my stalkers. It was the "loitering dudes with pickup trucks" show. On entering the bank the dude was exiting, and held the door open for me, extending his reach to keep it open, passing me on my R side, in the perps' long running signature move. I finished up at the ATM, got into my vehicle, and lo, said dude just "happened" to be leaving in his pick up and crossing in front of where I was to then proceed. He should of been long gone, so just what exactly was he waiting for, except to dog my ass one more time, this time in his raised pick up truck.
Ditto again, only 50m away at the grocery store; another dude was dogging my ass and putting on the extra obvious malingering and also managed to precede me at the checkout, at least his third stalking reprise in the store. Again, I finished up and got to my vehicle, and then he proceeds to pull out and cross my path in the identical manner in a raised pick up as the dude at the bank, just driving the opposite direction. Like WTF; as above, he should of been long gone. Enough of that shit, and home I went.
But I wasn't done, or more like, they weren't done. I make a turn at a regular corner on my beat, and lo, there is an oncoming ambulance with lights flashing and siren wailing. As to why the ambulance didn't take the most cleared route that ran parallel I have no idea. But as regular readers will know, chasing me with ambulances at all hours of the day and night, mostly they are "just cruising" around, is nothing new. I also had two preceding vehicles on my local suburban street, and for this section it wasn't cleared, but a packed snow/ice road surface. I don't think in five years at this location they have put on such an obvious vehicular following before.
And I get plenty of continued mind planted notions that this abuse and harassment is going to end, aka, cessation of hostilities, but with the above dudes-with-raised-pickups-stalking, and both of them hanging back in identical fashion for a vehicular parking lot pass, I don't think so. And too, the finesse and mind fuck games over snow shoveling as mentioned above, don't in any way suggest that these assholes have any mind to give up. After 47 years or covert surveillance and orchestration, and now almost 16 year of blatant abuse, I don't think they have any other plans but to continue. Besides, every few years, on the eve of the April 2002 onset when they invaded and went into berserk/overt mode, they pull this planted notion of going to cease hostilities. It hasn't happened, and won't, and I have been correct every time.
And too, the assholes have made it plain it is going to be another year of vineyard laboring; I didn't hear back from that puff-ball interview of three weeks ago, which was offering a full time gig, so I can take it that means vineyard laboring for the year. Besides, they are building a house there, replete with hammering and banging and power tool noise, often timed exactly at to when I make a pruning decision, or a cut of the vine. (I also predicted that they would not give up this option of having me work in a vineyard with adjacent house building noise).
For vine pruning, interestingly, I only make a partial decision, as I leave 3-4 canes and cut the rest. The boss man comes later and makes a final decision to leave two and cuts them to length. (He has his criteria, but it doesn't make any sense, and he wasn't very clear. Most vineyards cut all healthy canes to the same length). Then someone is going to come along and pull the canes out from the trellis. So.. we have two people making pruning decisions and cuts covering the same ground, and all the while the house building hammering and banging is going on. Sounds like perp noise-stalking perfection to me. Obviously, a similar scenario of 2015-16 where there was a house being built at one of the two vineyards I worked at wasn't sufficient.
And to not forget, the perps just love to stalk my ass anytime or anywhere I make a decision. And don't ask as to why; my only clue, which maybe a red herring, is that if one follows Hugh Everett's Many Worlds theory, (links; Hugh Everett, MWI Theory, Wikipedia) is that each time one takes a measurement (observation) or makes a decision, a new world is created. It could be, though the compelling question is of course where do all these worlds go, as there ought to be billions of them by now. Perhaps there is some other quantum effects that present themselves and this is what the perps are researching, and by extension, why they are hounding my ass so relentlessly, now 63 years worth.
Enough for a post on this snow bound day, and get this out there.
Minus 7C yesterday, when it was a wonderful (comparatively) +7C four days earlier. And I see the local trend is to -13C in the next six days. I suppose it was a spring time sucker punch last week. The snow is now rock hard at the vineyard now, after all the thawing last week, though not enough to thaw it all. Not only that, but the wind was up today, an effective -5C all day. I was bundled up with three layered tops, thermal tights as long johns, a balaclava, toe warmers in my boots, a neck gaiter that extended to my nose, and googles to keep my face protected. The ski jacket was the final garment to cover me up, and the hood was indispensable.
And my loppers broke yesterday; a steel section just plain split. I suppose it was the cold, (if you believe in no other extra conventional interventions) and from what I can gather, this particular model has no parts availability. Well done perps. Another $100 to shell out to replace them. This is what they do to minimum wage farm workers under their heel.
I see the boss man just had to hang out pruning the adjacent vines to me when I was in my vehicle at the two break times I took today. The intervening time he moved somewhere else to do his pruning.
And what is with the infernal loud mufflered vehicle stalking again? This insane noisestalking technique has been going on for years, but today it reached its apex of irrationality. Thee times it visited the adjacent property for all of a minute and then came back, some 30-50 minutes apart. The first time it was when I was getting out of my vehicle, a time honored stalking moment. It is bad enough the boss man hasn't got his muffler fixed, but at least he doesn't drive it around for no reason.
02-14-2018
No love from the perps this morning; a 1/2" skiff of snow on the ground was the excuse, and lo, if they didn't wiggle the rear end of my vehicle 12" or so as it was going through the S-bends on Naramata Rd. A tricky section, with an uphill and in mid "S" it changes grade to downhill. This was with snow tires and I was going slow. As the vehicle skidded I backed off the accelerator and it immediately slowed and straightened. This was the same section they put me through a 360 degree spin two years ago, though in a different vehicle and four season radials. As to why the road maintenance personnel didn't gravel it I have no idea, as it was 0740h.
And if that wasn't enough excitement, (aka traumatization re-visitation) it was only 200m further that they had an oncoming vehicle spinning out of control. One of those dumb-assed so-called Smart cars was spinning like a top on a straightaway section coming at me from 120' away. The vehicle finished its spinning and came to a stop some 20' in front of me, facing me in my lane, headlights on. I had been slowing down all the while, and was thankful it was a straight and level section, and that the pick up truck behind me was well back. The large male negro driver waved at me and then proceeded into his lane and on his way. Like WTF; these so-called Smart cars are less than 1% of the road traffic, and negroes are at most 1% of the population here; 1/100 x 1/100 = 1/10,000 chance this could occur, never mind the rarity of a spinning vehicle coming at me. Seems like a fix to me, that, along with the fact that the perps are obsessed with planting negroes in my proximity. Another similar road stunt of four years ago had an overtaking vehicle subsequently spin out when faced with a bend in the road ahead, also ending up facing me when stopped. Two women then, but for crissakes, do they really need to pull this bullshit all to place a facing vehicle in my lane, stopped?
A full day in the vineyard, pruning. This time I introduced the use of my battery powered reciprocating saw to take on the larger cuts. I have a hand saw that does the same job, but ever the tool-geek, I just had to use the powered saw. Also contributing to this "need", was the fact that they took out my 30" loppers, per above. It did a good job, though it is heavy and it might be better to do a pass with it alone, then come back for regular pruning with the loppers and secateurs. So now, four different kinds of cutting tools I use for vine pruning; short loppers, secateurs, hand saw, and now a powered reciprocating saw, plus the long loppers that were broken (or taken out as I see it). No doubt all in the name of the perps' game over cutting tools (and object separation), and with what tool and tool steel. Fifteen years of this nonsense on top of being surreptitiously surveilled for a prior 47 years, and here they are still putzing with what tool I use to cut the vine wood with. I suppose it may alter the energy of the grapes, and hence the wine, but that is such a ridiculous long shot I just cannot fathom why they would be so obsessed over it. Perhaps there is another reason.
02-15-2018
A dental visit, getting my my teeth cleaned first, an ordeal that is becoming worse, just as the dental hygienist suggests going 3x/year instead of two. I need a dental plan first folks, and haven't had one since the assholes descended on me in 04-2002 going berserk/overt and ripped my life to shreds, where it remains. If that weren't enough, the dentist conferred with me on the two missing tooth problem. This one was also visited last week, by the dental surgeon who determined I needed a bone graft (aka "sinus lift") in order to provide enough bone to then set screw anchors in for implants. That job, including the anchors, was $6.5K, which does not include the teeth. Today, the dentist told me the teeth would be $2k each. Ouch. An alternative is a bridge, where two false teeth span the gap and are secured to a tooth on each side. Except today, the dentist determined that one of the teeth for securing isn't strong enough, so instead of a 4 teeth arrangement, it becomes 5 teeth. The 5th tooth would be my pristine canine with no work or fillings or anything, as it would be milled down to take a cap it doesn't need. Woo hoo... who took out these tooth with root canals anyhow, and then when being filled, posts were put in, which they now acknowledge, cause teeth to break up as the internal metal post doesn't have the same flexibility as the tooth. Maybe there is a way to delay this financial pain. Or maybe, I just go around with this curious gap in my mouth for years.
Other perp excitement was that I ended up collecting a parcel for my landlady at the post office. Said landlady and lord are in Mexico and I look after their mail, check the house to see if all is OK, and otherwise do the duties of apparent habitation. Another is cleaning the snow from the walk ways, more on that later. To date, the snow has come down in daily 1" skiffs and melts on the concrete, so I have got off easy on this one, but not for long given the perp's propensity to first game me, and then later hit me with the real thing.
The event of picking up someone else's mail also brought on extra gangstalking coverage at the PO; first the doofus who was holding up service at the counter with his verbal meanderings, e.g. "wi-fi it", meaning internet access. Not quite as bad as "sending an internet", but getting there. Then the stalkers came to line up behind me while waiting out the doofus, and another one doing the faux shopping pose; bent over looking at the envelope selections for crissakes, and then shifting his attention to some kind of drug store kitsch items as if it were all in a day's shopping outing. This PO is in a drug store, though with a fairly large cosmetics section. Then the parcel access system for the counter clerk hiccuped and slowed up, and after 30 seconds was suddenly up again, and I was allowed to pick up the parcel, legally that is, and cleared with the landlady in advance. Because I live at the same street address, but not in the same building, and my driver's license ID supported the requirement that I must live at the same address, all was OK. Great fodder for the perps though, picking up someone else's parcel. After some 15 years of intense and insane abuse, and this is what turns their crank. Heaven cannot help us as they run that too.
02-16-2018
A skiff of snow on the ground this morning, enough to remind me of the events two days ago, per above. But no, there was no snow when headed N, and none on the S bends mentioned. Although freezing, no ice on the road.
Pruning vines all day; now two weeks on this job, and I have been walking on snow most of the time. There have been some warm days, but that seems to be the cause for the snow to get more crusty, enough to support my weight, even if 4" deep. So it would seem that the perps like me to walk on water so to speak, all in keeping with their games over H2O.That I swam with a swim club for 14 years, doing 2500m per practice, 50 and 100m lengths, might add to this whole picture, though since, and excepting the odd time, it seems they don't want me swimming (or running) regularly. Too much dopamine generation I suspect.
Today when I switched pruning varieties it began snowing heavily for 20 minutes. This would be in keeping with the games and disruptions that go on when I have switched varieties for other vineyard tasks like shoot thinning etc. As to what the perp's preoccupation is about when I switch vine varietals I have no idea. Sometimes, if the variety change is in the row, and not a discrete block, they have blanked me out so I don't notice for a panel or so. The boss man came to visit me then too, asking me to leave the loppers behind in the tool shed.
As it "happened", I later bought a new pair of loppers, identical to the ones I was using. So perhaps the deal was that the perps didn't want me to have both pairs at home, as I usually take the company loppers home to sharpen them up. But as today is Friday, the boss man might be in on Saturday, and he said he might need them.
02-17-2018
Saturday, and there was 4" of snow on the ground. The falling snow was abated, and I got onto shoveling it. Not just my 25' to the gate, but the rest of the paths as the landlord is away and I am looking after the place. That would include the sidewalk here in suburbia, but also their driveway and vehicle to make as if the place was habituated.
But I got faked out and it came down some more, and by mid afternoon with my hair appointment pending, I walked into downtown to get it done. I had a new stylist, cute but chubby, and not terribly chatty, but she did a good job, and put on plenty of touchings. At one point she pressed her breasts into the back of my neck for whatever reason. No, I didn't get a thrill out of that, in this world of being kept as a subject for nonconsensual human experimentation, in situ. By the time I was done it was sunny, and no more snow coming down. Ergo, a second round of snow cleaning, including all pathways, driveway, sidewalk and vehicles. At least 4" deep each time, not a huge dump, but plenty enough work to clean up.
Later, I did my laundry at the laundromat and lo, if t he assholes didn't pull another snowfall, though only a 1/2" this time. They were bound and determined to lay down more snow on top of what I cleaned up, this being the third time. Given their nutzo interest in where I walk, and what objects (or beings) traverse my path (and how soon afterward), why snow shoveling is just the ticket with the metal edged plastic blade scraping ahead of me. At one point they pulled the leading metal edge off the snow shovel, so now they had two variants of surface scraping; one with and one without the metal edge, just the plastic. The friendly guy at the laundromat explained his snow shoveling woes to me, and it was only then that I learned about the metal edge and its propensity to come off, which explained how this metal "arrived" while I was snow shoveling and had no idea where it came from. That he had such a metal edge inside the laundromat while explaining all this to me wasn't too much of a surprise in hindsight, though the perps blanked out these nefarious and consistent objectives from my mind during this exchange. I am not allowed to know or associate that I can readily figure out on my own. He cleaned his lot three times, and presumably, the metal edge was on his snow scoop for some of the time. And of course, I drove, parked and walked on his lot, so perhaps the metal edge was inside for some kind of energetic interaction testing in a situation where it wasn't obviously used. All too clever, from the sickest minds that reside on this lab rat planet.
02-18-2018
I decided that I would not work this Sunday, and essentially cocoon myself in for a snow bound day. I did get out and do some minor clearing and sanding on pathways. With the dropping temperatures we now have ice on the roads that weren't cleaned, and that means those in suburbia that aren't thoroughfares. I did make it out for some minor shopping and banking, (two errand stops) replete with my stalkers. It was the "loitering dudes with pickup trucks" show. On entering the bank the dude was exiting, and held the door open for me, extending his reach to keep it open, passing me on my R side, in the perps' long running signature move. I finished up at the ATM, got into my vehicle, and lo, said dude just "happened" to be leaving in his pick up and crossing in front of where I was to then proceed. He should of been long gone, so just what exactly was he waiting for, except to dog my ass one more time, this time in his raised pick up truck.
Ditto again, only 50m away at the grocery store; another dude was dogging my ass and putting on the extra obvious malingering and also managed to precede me at the checkout, at least his third stalking reprise in the store. Again, I finished up and got to my vehicle, and then he proceeds to pull out and cross my path in the identical manner in a raised pick up as the dude at the bank, just driving the opposite direction. Like WTF; as above, he should of been long gone. Enough of that shit, and home I went.
But I wasn't done, or more like, they weren't done. I make a turn at a regular corner on my beat, and lo, there is an oncoming ambulance with lights flashing and siren wailing. As to why the ambulance didn't take the most cleared route that ran parallel I have no idea. But as regular readers will know, chasing me with ambulances at all hours of the day and night, mostly they are "just cruising" around, is nothing new. I also had two preceding vehicles on my local suburban street, and for this section it wasn't cleared, but a packed snow/ice road surface. I don't think in five years at this location they have put on such an obvious vehicular following before.
And I get plenty of continued mind planted notions that this abuse and harassment is going to end, aka, cessation of hostilities, but with the above dudes-with-raised-pickups-stalking, and both of them hanging back in identical fashion for a vehicular parking lot pass, I don't think so. And too, the finesse and mind fuck games over snow shoveling as mentioned above, don't in any way suggest that these assholes have any mind to give up. After 47 years or covert surveillance and orchestration, and now almost 16 year of blatant abuse, I don't think they have any other plans but to continue. Besides, every few years, on the eve of the April 2002 onset when they invaded and went into berserk/overt mode, they pull this planted notion of going to cease hostilities. It hasn't happened, and won't, and I have been correct every time.
And too, the assholes have made it plain it is going to be another year of vineyard laboring; I didn't hear back from that puff-ball interview of three weeks ago, which was offering a full time gig, so I can take it that means vineyard laboring for the year. Besides, they are building a house there, replete with hammering and banging and power tool noise, often timed exactly at to when I make a pruning decision, or a cut of the vine. (I also predicted that they would not give up this option of having me work in a vineyard with adjacent house building noise).
For vine pruning, interestingly, I only make a partial decision, as I leave 3-4 canes and cut the rest. The boss man comes later and makes a final decision to leave two and cuts them to length. (He has his criteria, but it doesn't make any sense, and he wasn't very clear. Most vineyards cut all healthy canes to the same length). Then someone is going to come along and pull the canes out from the trellis. So.. we have two people making pruning decisions and cuts covering the same ground, and all the while the house building hammering and banging is going on. Sounds like perp noise-stalking perfection to me. Obviously, a similar scenario of 2015-16 where there was a house being built at one of the two vineyards I worked at wasn't sufficient.
And to not forget, the perps just love to stalk my ass anytime or anywhere I make a decision. And don't ask as to why; my only clue, which maybe a red herring, is that if one follows Hugh Everett's Many Worlds theory, (links; Hugh Everett, MWI Theory, Wikipedia) is that each time one takes a measurement (observation) or makes a decision, a new world is created. It could be, though the compelling question is of course where do all these worlds go, as there ought to be billions of them by now. Perhaps there is some other quantum effects that present themselves and this is what the perps are researching, and by extension, why they are hounding my ass so relentlessly, now 63 years worth.
Enough for a post on this snow bound day, and get this out there.
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Babe to Biddy Swap
02-17-2016
And what is it about the perps that they need to bait me with the babe, and when expecting further engagement (checkout context only), why, they swap in a biddy some 30 years older?
Last night at SOF supermarket, the blonde young staff member just "happened" to be doing cleaning around the unattended checkout. So I assumed (per planted suggestion, but one I would of made myself in normal circumstances), she was the checkout cashier, but of course I could not see what she was doing entirely as the checkout set up obstructed my vision. So, what happens next? Why, this biddy cashier arrives from much further away and handles my transaction. Fine, checkout cashier swapping is nothing new, even in mid-job, or at least, since all this imposed abuse began in 04-2002.
Tonight when I phoned the tanning salon the babe answers the phone and I make my reservation. When I get there it is the biddy at the desk who handles my intake. The babe arrives a few seconds later to help the biddy with the name etc. as if she didn't know, as I have seen her at least 20x in the past three years of going there once a week in winter. They never have two staff on at once, it is always one, so why the extra biddy instead?
The answer is the perps just plain like swapping attractive for unattractive.Just like they promote female ass size (to this male) at yoga. In this case, they seem to want to detect exactly when and how that I determine a female ass to be attractive versus excessive (unattractive). The instructor since the Darling Pixie departed in 08-2015 is as tall as I am and has an ass that is just about at the maximum size I would personally consider attractive. That she has a tattoo on her foot makes her all the more perp-desired I suppose. Go figure and see if there is some harassment continuity with Rachael O's write up here.
02-18-2016
Pruning in the rain for the morning, and the assistant boss man said that I could not use the electric pruners as they aren't weather proof. He was quick to take them from my hand and place them on his plastic lunch box for crissakes. So... I used hand pruners, aka secateurs for the rest of the day. Both were sharpened with diamond stones at length the night before, and lo, if both pairs of secateurs didn't become dull in less than an hour. And just what is it about the perps they need to sabotage EVERYTHING with it comes to cutting edges, attempting to sharpen them and all else related to sharpening and grinding steel?
Last week, I got a new blade for my secateurs, and as it "happened", the person with the keys came late (strangely) and so I used my secateurs for pruning the row of vines along the driveway. Ordinarily I use the electric pruners, but as they were charging in the locked building, I had no key, why, I started my work with the hand pruners. Funny how all this fuckery goes on over pruning vines, and any other plants for that matter.
02-20-2016
Saturday, and pruning vines with hand pruners all day today. There was some minor sabotage of the cutting edge of the pruners (secateurs) , unlike a few days ago (above) when they unmistakably dulled the sharp edge of the blade twice inside of 1.5 hours. In this latter instance, the secateurs were cutting very sharp, and I could use them much faster, but as regular readers will know, competence and efficiency ARE NOT ALLOWED in TI World, and they dulled the edge. I say it was unmistakable as I took a few minutes to make a saw cut on a large dead vine head and when I resumed my secateurs were harder to use as the blade was dulled. Then it "happened" again in the same sequence; I put the secateurs in their holster for a few minutes to make another saw cut and lo, when I resumed using them, why they were markedly duller than before.
And per Saturday crew, I was with my Punjabi co-workers, who were very talkative all the while I was pruning nearby. Of course I don't know a word of this language, so again, I was treated to all day dude talk in a foreign language interspersed with ample amounts of male jocularity, another perp noise specialty.
The combustion-scape was alive and busy while in the vineyard. At least 10 single engine aircraft overflights, one noxious dirt bike drive by, and a Quad drive by with the obligatory child on board too. Add in at least three burn piles about a half mile away, and one could conclude the perps like a good fire to go with the noise-scape. Not forgetting they (I assume) burned the opposite hillside with the Testalinden Creek Fire of six weeks last summer.
And what is it about playing music the perps need to sabotage further? Two nights ago they blocked two online sources for playing (streaming) a certain album, so I decided "screw it", and bought it, downloaded it and then listened to it on a player I have on this spare PC. (The regular PC is still at the shop, now two months). Then tonight, I want to listen to another album downloaded (and repaired at great length due to major mind fuck sabotage), and so I use this same player. And lo, this player won't play for some strange reason, so I am obliged to use the VLC player that came with this PC, and one that I have never used before. Just what is it about music sources the perps are so intense about?
02-21-2016
Sunday, working at the former full time employer from 2012-2014. [Cue screaming at the Pyschopaths while this browser tab hopped to another one, totally unbidden by me. They have been on the rag tonight; at least 30 outrageous mind-fuck or telekinetic incursions since 1830h, all scream worthy]. Another trick of a few minutes ago was to block access to my blog postings, while the mouse would work anywhere else on the page or in other browser tabs.
I was making up the last tank of bentonite additions to his wine. Bentonite is a clay material from the Benton formations of Wyoming to add to wine to clarify it, as it acts as a charged particle to attract the suspended solids to it and then drops to the bottom of the tank. But as it is an earth material, and the perps are totally nuts about earth materials from clays to metals and everything in between, why should I be so surprised that they love to put on extra noise and adversity when mixing clay compounds up. And to think, all those white wine drinkers out there take in a little of the "bentonite energies" whenever they take a drink. And too, the perps would want to separate the stainless steel tank energies from the wine too. And it just might that the main research subject in this is me. Why else in a mind controlled life would they want me to make wine as a hobby for 20 years, and after a 10 year absence, have me re-start this as paid work?
Anyhow, it is getting late and I should post this to call the week done.
And what is it about the perps that they need to bait me with the babe, and when expecting further engagement (checkout context only), why, they swap in a biddy some 30 years older?
Last night at SOF supermarket, the blonde young staff member just "happened" to be doing cleaning around the unattended checkout. So I assumed (per planted suggestion, but one I would of made myself in normal circumstances), she was the checkout cashier, but of course I could not see what she was doing entirely as the checkout set up obstructed my vision. So, what happens next? Why, this biddy cashier arrives from much further away and handles my transaction. Fine, checkout cashier swapping is nothing new, even in mid-job, or at least, since all this imposed abuse began in 04-2002.
Tonight when I phoned the tanning salon the babe answers the phone and I make my reservation. When I get there it is the biddy at the desk who handles my intake. The babe arrives a few seconds later to help the biddy with the name etc. as if she didn't know, as I have seen her at least 20x in the past three years of going there once a week in winter. They never have two staff on at once, it is always one, so why the extra biddy instead?
The answer is the perps just plain like swapping attractive for unattractive.Just like they promote female ass size (to this male) at yoga. In this case, they seem to want to detect exactly when and how that I determine a female ass to be attractive versus excessive (unattractive). The instructor since the Darling Pixie departed in 08-2015 is as tall as I am and has an ass that is just about at the maximum size I would personally consider attractive. That she has a tattoo on her foot makes her all the more perp-desired I suppose. Go figure and see if there is some harassment continuity with Rachael O's write up here.
02-18-2016
Pruning in the rain for the morning, and the assistant boss man said that I could not use the electric pruners as they aren't weather proof. He was quick to take them from my hand and place them on his plastic lunch box for crissakes. So... I used hand pruners, aka secateurs for the rest of the day. Both were sharpened with diamond stones at length the night before, and lo, if both pairs of secateurs didn't become dull in less than an hour. And just what is it about the perps they need to sabotage EVERYTHING with it comes to cutting edges, attempting to sharpen them and all else related to sharpening and grinding steel?
Last week, I got a new blade for my secateurs, and as it "happened", the person with the keys came late (strangely) and so I used my secateurs for pruning the row of vines along the driveway. Ordinarily I use the electric pruners, but as they were charging in the locked building, I had no key, why, I started my work with the hand pruners. Funny how all this fuckery goes on over pruning vines, and any other plants for that matter.
02-20-2016
Saturday, and pruning vines with hand pruners all day today. There was some minor sabotage of the cutting edge of the pruners (secateurs) , unlike a few days ago (above) when they unmistakably dulled the sharp edge of the blade twice inside of 1.5 hours. In this latter instance, the secateurs were cutting very sharp, and I could use them much faster, but as regular readers will know, competence and efficiency ARE NOT ALLOWED in TI World, and they dulled the edge. I say it was unmistakable as I took a few minutes to make a saw cut on a large dead vine head and when I resumed my secateurs were harder to use as the blade was dulled. Then it "happened" again in the same sequence; I put the secateurs in their holster for a few minutes to make another saw cut and lo, when I resumed using them, why they were markedly duller than before.
And per Saturday crew, I was with my Punjabi co-workers, who were very talkative all the while I was pruning nearby. Of course I don't know a word of this language, so again, I was treated to all day dude talk in a foreign language interspersed with ample amounts of male jocularity, another perp noise specialty.
The combustion-scape was alive and busy while in the vineyard. At least 10 single engine aircraft overflights, one noxious dirt bike drive by, and a Quad drive by with the obligatory child on board too. Add in at least three burn piles about a half mile away, and one could conclude the perps like a good fire to go with the noise-scape. Not forgetting they (I assume) burned the opposite hillside with the Testalinden Creek Fire of six weeks last summer.
And what is it about playing music the perps need to sabotage further? Two nights ago they blocked two online sources for playing (streaming) a certain album, so I decided "screw it", and bought it, downloaded it and then listened to it on a player I have on this spare PC. (The regular PC is still at the shop, now two months). Then tonight, I want to listen to another album downloaded (and repaired at great length due to major mind fuck sabotage), and so I use this same player. And lo, this player won't play for some strange reason, so I am obliged to use the VLC player that came with this PC, and one that I have never used before. Just what is it about music sources the perps are so intense about?
02-21-2016
Sunday, working at the former full time employer from 2012-2014. [Cue screaming at the Pyschopaths while this browser tab hopped to another one, totally unbidden by me. They have been on the rag tonight; at least 30 outrageous mind-fuck or telekinetic incursions since 1830h, all scream worthy]. Another trick of a few minutes ago was to block access to my blog postings, while the mouse would work anywhere else on the page or in other browser tabs.
I was making up the last tank of bentonite additions to his wine. Bentonite is a clay material from the Benton formations of Wyoming to add to wine to clarify it, as it acts as a charged particle to attract the suspended solids to it and then drops to the bottom of the tank. But as it is an earth material, and the perps are totally nuts about earth materials from clays to metals and everything in between, why should I be so surprised that they love to put on extra noise and adversity when mixing clay compounds up. And to think, all those white wine drinkers out there take in a little of the "bentonite energies" whenever they take a drink. And too, the perps would want to separate the stainless steel tank energies from the wine too. And it just might that the main research subject in this is me. Why else in a mind controlled life would they want me to make wine as a hobby for 20 years, and after a 10 year absence, have me re-start this as paid work?
Anyhow, it is getting late and I should post this to call the week done.
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