12-11-2013
Probably a perp highlight, attempting to close out the safety deposit box that I began in 2003. The rates doubled in the last year, and since I am in Gangstalk City and staying in the First Feral Family house, it seemed like a good time to close it out. (And they totally wiped me out last year in the same circumstances). On with my new-found (ahem) initiative to close it out, and lo, if they didn't fuck me out of bringing the keys the first time. Then today's second visit, and lo, if they didn't provide two keys, and I only know of one, the one on my key ring for the last 10 years. It will be a $50 hit if I cannot supply the second key, which might be what unfolds, as the perps wiped my recall as to even owning a second key. I have no idea where it is, and don't normally have stashes of extra keys around. They suggest that I root through all my old papers to find the key, but we know who loves to send me into the crawl space, (think flexed spine, the main aerial they appear to read), while others walk about overhead.
I haven't accessed the safety deposit box for 10 years, as it was for the purposes of stashing some personal papers, including printed versions of the harassment, and even my letter to the FBI, (lived in Seattle then), which went unanswered, even if delivered as a double registered letter. I shall scan it some time and get it posted on this site. And a few photos of burn holes in the upholstery of my then vehicle, as well as a few in the dashboard. And lo, if there wasn't a pic of Ms. C of those days, something of a rarity as she didn't like to have her pic taken. She was a perp operative of those highly abusive days, though started out as an on-off girlfriend I met on the commuter bus between Everett to Seattle. Just to think, all those commutes, every week day from July to October of 2000 were arranged and gangstalked and I was oblivious to it all. Or, in other words, I was a naive TI.
It is not every day that one closes out a safety deposit box, and even if there was escalated gangstalking and hindering (vehicle and ambulatory), and an excess of red even if this festive season is added into the mix, they did not obstruct me while in the bank. Yes, they put on extra males, but that was it.
More digging in boxes in the crawl space for long lost items (since 12-2011). I find my Grado headphones, and upon trying them out, the R channel is dead. It "happened" in late 2003. I sent the headphones to the factory to get the new gimbal mounts installed, and within a day, why, the R driver unit went dead, and still is. Sometimes these things have a way of fixing themselves (ahem), but not this time.
In the high abuse year of 2002 the perps had me take the Grado headphones to work, as having magnets near one's head caused the severely debilitating targeted head pain to abate. And lo, if the perps didn't break them in the most artful way; they remotely caused the post (vertical steel part connected to the lower plastic gimbal mount) to rotate totally independently from no conventional cause, and eventually wearing out their connection so that the gimbals dropped from the post each time I tried to place them on my head. You got that correctly; I witnessed action-at-a-distance methods to cause a static steel component on each side of my headphones to visibly spin independently and then separate from the attached part. Later, I sent them back to the factory and they repaired them. And lo, per above, if the Fuckwits didn't take out the R side within a day of getting them back. Needless to say, the perps run the show as far as headphones go, and it is the same for everything else of course. And I see the foam on the Grados is crumbling, which would make it the third time they have disintegrated. The perps did not like my yellow replacement pads especially, as they fell apart within a year.
In fact, headphones and earmuffs have been particular objects for sustained sabotage. After the Grados were sabotaged, per above, I got a different pair (green color) and they lasted a week before they fell apart, then I got a pair of so-so quality silver-grey Sonys and the perps finally left them alone. Ditto for ear muffs; my long running pair (white with red foam covering) had the padding break up, so I got a new pair (black with red band in the muff) from a local store. The perps then destroyed these by having the plastic headband ball joint in the muff's socket seize up on both sides and make them dysfunctional. My present earmuffs (green, with black trim) ear pad is breaking up, and the Fuckwits have sabotaged three successive attempts to replace the pads. They somehow, don't fit, even if it is the same model number etc.
And my black shoes I left at the First Feral Family house back in 12-2011 (when I packed up my apartment), have gone missing. I understand my out-of-town brother came to visit here twice this year, but my shoes do not fit him. So why did the perps fuck me around, reminding me when packing that I had them here to cause me not to take any city shoes with me in my luggage. And so, another jerkaround theft, now having me wear my city snow boots all the time while here. Said brother didn't mention anything about having my shoes by "mistake" when I visited in September this year.
A visit to the perp's only permitted buddy-shill yesterday, my farm-worker colleague, to practice yoga with her and the DVD she had. So here we had perp heaven for an hour or so; an active LCD display with an attractive female demonstrator, a spinning DVD in the drive unit, and all those back bends and stretches, that being yoga. And to add to the list, I was working out on a towel that I formerly owned, and gave my colleague back in 11-2011. Said towel was now light grey, formerly an almond white. Given the insane bullshit that goes on over towels, why am I surprised?
And too, she showed me some of her horticultural hand tools, the ones that cut or dig, some of them recently sharpened. And we do know about how the perps are obsessed with cutting edges, sharpening them etc.
12-12-2013
Went to my favorite tool store to pick up a web order I made two days ago. They had the order ready in a day, and when there I asked how they did it so fast. The guy told me that they make the pick-up orders at that same store; no shipping and all that, but from their local stock. The perfect integration of online and brick-and-mortar IMHO, and so many stores aren't there yet, now at least 15 years later when web commerce really started. Anyhow, the vehicular gangstalking scene was intense, though not to the level of an arranged traffic jam at 0920h thank goodness, but these "pods" (aka clusters or strings if a single lane) of vehicles in tight formation was most evident. And what about all those vehicles, at least 100 for a five minute drive, heading into suburbia at that hour? Fucking absurd, unless one applies the arranged-gangstalk-sphere model. And what about those four black colored vehicles around me at the highway connection, still sadly a grade level traffic light controlled. (No interchanges allowed here; Mackenzie and the Island Highway for locals). That is, looking beside me and ahead while waiting at the light, four black vehicles, or five if one counts the black painted steel sided 3 ton truck with a black painted trailer. And the ubiquitous ladder on the side of the trailer, the number one gangstalk prop I have come to know.
The perps are totally insane when it comes to this tool company, LVT for now. I have been a customer since 1980 in the mail/phone order days of one store in Ottawa then. Now they have 15 retails stores across Canada, and one here. Not only did the perps have me go there, but they also "readied" me by having me look at LVT catalog before heading out. The gangstalk scene inside wasn't severe, but there were at least four who routinely kept erupting in my vision, or else planted where I was intending to go. Back in the wild and insanely abusive days of 2002, they must of planted at least 100 gangstalkers in the Vancouver LVT store to get in my way and obstruct progress to get to a cashier. That was when purchasing magnets worked to abate the intense head pain they delivered when I wasn't near metal objects. Not long after that, the assholes de-gaussed the magnets, making them ineffective for the head pain protection that I could carry around with me.
Though in hindsight, having the magnets around me helped the perps, as the main EMF form that I have been allowed to detect was magnetism. As of some three years ago, when I last had access to a magnetic field detector, it was 1800 gauss. After mid 2003 the assholes have bathed me with masers (magnetic lasers -a coherent beam/form) and plasma light flashes, so I would imagine they are still hard at it, keeping me in a magnetic field, and then perturbing it with masers, plasma beams, and the biofields of the Fuckwits on gangstalking duty. And it is highly likely that the operatives and other abetting scum have done rehearsals, perhaps at the same time the prior day, and possibly afterward. All signs point to intense amounts of preparation in tailing and otherwise harassing the living shit out of me, sometimes literally.
12-13-2013
An unholy major stake-out gangstalk at Staples this morning; my perp-abetting mother was needing a new printer as her HP packed it in. And have I mentioned how the perps just love to gangstalk and harass me over making financial transactions? Many times, though this was a First Feral Family member doing the paying, while I aided in selecting the appropriate items. And those god-awful red shirts the staff wear, and no less, the male sales assistant had a red face too! And did he ever spin this out into a near hour long protracted event; -dither, delay, go elsewhere, come back, pass by the ink cartridges 3x before dithering over these for a 10 minute hold up alone, while the choreographed swarms kept up 10' away, and eventually coming closer to then have a Fuckwit pass between us. The starter-Fuckwits began to stand around for 10 minutes at one place, doing their extra obvious fake shopping, and later rotating out so other Fuckwits could arrive in their place, and the first shift tailing us when we moved to the aisles. My mother pulled the all-time obvious gangstalking stunt by sitting on the printer box for crissakes. After the checkout, two shiftless males moved in within 3 seconds of vacating the checkout. Speakers for PC, SD card, photo paper, extra ink for the printer -I reckon this was a 60 minute exercise at least, along with the swarms of shiftless males and one Fat Girl, (a possible a certain Fat Girl) posing, looking dumbstruck in mid-aisle, not even pretending to shop.
Then onto the lighting store, as if I don't get enough pit lamping. A tour through the store, the staff staying out of sight for the most part, and nothing purchased after this 10 minute piss-around my perp-abetting mother instigated. On the way to from above, there was at least four roadworks for us to pass onto the opposite side of the road under temporary traffic control.
It was Staples, a lighting store, a diversion to find no lighting store along with a total memory blank out as it was on my bus route, and finally a grocery store where it was another unholy gangstalk. Two stocking/stalking carts at the entrance, both stacked high with brown boxes. Additionally, a gaggle of girls (~10) from a private school, but at least they were polite about stepping in my way; "excuse me" instead of these sick assed mofo's who pretend otherwise.
Later; a royal pissing match to get the new printer working, and then again with the speakers; it seems that only speakers can be plugged into the rear of this PC, and headphones at the front. And just how does the software know which is which? It did (somehow) and why was I fucked out of knowing there was a rear sound panel for audio?
12-14-2013
I got sacked for a 9.5 hour sleep, which made for a late morning. Then add on my perp abetting mother's need to move her heavy bed to vacuum the dust underneath, and I was toast for getting downtown before the surge of people got there ahead of me. After a pissing match with the dowtown parking kiosk, I gave up. It was the first time I used it with a charge card, and as best as I could tell, there was nowhere to select the display of time/cost. The list on the display was three long, and started at 7 min. for 25cents, but I wanted longer. In the past, I had always used coins, and as one added more coins, a longer duration would show up on the list until it got to one I wanted, and then I selected it and printed the ticket. Call it selection by adding cash, but with a card, the same function isn't available of course, and I was flummoxed, aka screwed. And kudos to the perps for fucking me out of my usual ready change, and too, the woman and two children that crossed the street to arrive at the closest kiosk five seconds ahead of me. I haven't had an outrageous FU hindrance/obstruction stunt for awhile, and am glad to know that Victoria, BC hasn't lost its reputation as the Most Rude-Assed Gangstalking City in Canada. Like I have said before, in these situations I should be scooped 50% of the time it happens to me, when in fact it is over 95%. In 11.5 years of this sustained insane abuse, I have scooped a potential hindering gangstalker once or twice in 30x or more.
Though I have noticed some Penticton-developed gangstalking moves to now occur in Victoria; an abundance of road lane straddling (center line, lane line or shoulder line), and L turns into a side street by cutting the corner and driving through the opposite (unoccupied) lane. About three months ago, in Penticton, I saw an oncoming motorcyclist do this about 60' ahead of me, the Fuckwit coming close to the corner and traversing some 30' of the opposite lane. BUT the oddity was that there was a hedge to the sidewalk and there is no way he could of seen around the corner to know that the opposite lane was unoccupied. Even a 10mph collision on a motorcycle would of sent the Fuckwit flying. So how did he know in advance he could make this bozo audacious driving stunt safely? Like I say, it is all arranged, and not just for me.
My perp abetting mother is on an extra dipshit streak thgis visit. And why is it that the perps need to do this, having things repeated, speaking at cross purposes, engendering wholesale "miss the point" stunts etc.
The joys (read, intensified perp machinations) of a new printer; A Brother this time, and no way to set a minimum default font size for crissaskes. A 14 point bold in an email comes out as 6 point plain unless I jack with the email content. Which means one has to print first to see if a small unreadable font size erupts, change the document for some greater font size, and print again. Can we say Do It Twice stupidity? And there is only one outfit that likes to have things done twice or more, often fraught with variations in output each time. Given the perps haven;t let me print color at my residence for over ten years, even with a color inkjet printer, it does not surprise me they wanted to increase the printing follies intensity while at the FFF house.
12-15-2013
Sunday, and a quick early (1030h) trip into downtown to pick up two web ordered books at a store. The usual parade; the attractive blonde babe (Favored), then immediately shift my focus to an arranged wheelchair act(much Unfavored) and shiftless males in just-stand-there mode in mid-aisle not looking at anything in particular. More stealthy street theatre is would seem. A five strong black and white vehicular pod., waiting for a pedestrian to make a R turn prevented me from parking at the usual parkade. I couldn't make a R lane change as all these vehicles were in tight/stationary formation. And so, a 270 degree loop on alternate streets so I could park on the street for free. (Free street parking on Sundays here).
After I got out of the book store, with the wretched wheelchair act making a reprise to temporarily obstruct my egress, onto the tanning salon, the one that I frequented for two years (2010-2011) when living nearby. The weekly tanning fix has significant perp interest of course, and perhaps some mild skin browning is what they want from it. Though they tell me that the vitamin D and melatonin activity is important too. Whatever; Caucasian humans have been tanning for millenia, so I don't see why the Psychopathic Juveniles of the Fourth Reich need to take their insane agenda methods out on me.
And a faux car crash at the first major intersection after leaving tanning wasn't too much of a surprise. Two vehicles almost blocking a single through lane one way artery of downtown while they stood around pretending to exchange insurance details. No glass or debris on the road, and no rumpled body work that I could see. I have seen very elaborate faux vehicle accidents, with three police vehicles, surveyors and two tow trucks and not a single dent or item on the ground, so this red and green vehicle (only) bumper bump (if that) doesn't rate. Though, it is the first such one since 2003-2004, so now that I have returned for a month to the Gangstalking Capital of Canada, perhaps the perps are making much of this visit, though, unlike last year.
Digging out a garden bed at the FFF, and the 60' pine trees had their roots running all through this 2' raised bed from some 25' away. And lo, if the backyard neighbors didn't erupt, doing something noisy (no lawn mowers though), with the new backyard neighbor revealing himself to be a skin-headed male (much Unfavored). Then the aircraft, helicopters and fixed wing with the incessant drone noise of the latter.
I shall post this now, as Sunday evenings tend to be amorphous and unmotivated.
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Sunday, December 15, 2013
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Tree Seedling Handling
I see my email got hacked again, and a message that purports from me, "Hola, friends", did not come from me and there are no records of it in my Sent box. I changed my password, as I see it was a hack from a few days ago, and I am hoping this bullshit is over.
1900h
Thats my new job for the next four weeks, handling tree seedling plugs and wrapping them in in bundles with shrinkwrap. It is about the easiest job I have had in horticulture, my new imposed career courtesy of my perp masters, when they allow me to work of course, which hasn't been full time. When they did their "shock (literally, in more than one way) and awe" high abuse onset in 04-2002, they didn't let me work at a job until 2008, and that was picking daffodil bulbs for two months.
And some 30 to 40 people on this afternoon shift, though today it was orientation and a warm-up. And yes, the freak count was high, though to be fair, there are three native Indian reserves nearby, and they count for some half of the crew in all their corpulent variety, as well as facial features like missing teeth, vacant stares, and even one fucker doing the "come at me" walk, and then averts at the last moment. Fucking bizarre I get this all over town and now at work. Just like last year and the Fugliest Negro coming at me for no reason.
Other freaks from the Unfavored demographic groups are a skinhead, elder dudes, the crack case like hoodie dude, and a negro woman, one who I met in 2008 at the farm job, and conversed with her enough to tell her this tale of woe. Today, she treats me like a leper, avoiding me twice and then barely saying hello, which is straight out of the perp playbook, friendly people going unfriendly. She pulled this stunt earlier this year at a bus stop where I was, wallking straight past me, looking deadset forward and pretending not to notice me 2' away. Just more of the usual bizarre antics the perps command in my proximity.
I had a notion she would be there, through a supposed mutual former co-worker who I email every fe days and will help move her out of her house next weekend, not tomorrow. On the way to the bus stop today, a negro dude was talking to himself and wearing a long skirt just to add to the show. Then on the bus a negro woman on the cell phone the whole 25 minute trip, so one can see that I was "negro-ed" in advance of getting to my perp abetting mother's place to then borrow her vehicle to get to the tree nursery. A negro stalking prior to working with a known-before negro.
And a legs and nut shave last night, and the perps always go extra beserk the next day, and today was no exception. They seem to like me doing this on Thursday nights for some reason when it was Saturday nights for three months prior. This leg shaving started in June as part of getting my legs tanned, surely a perp planted vanity notion as I never particularly cared what my legs looked like as I wore long pants al the time. But as all male features and comportment styles are getting exposed in all their facets, bare hairy legs, beards, shaved heads, hairy arms, waddle walking and the like, it would seem the perps did not want me to share in them this year by me looking at my own legs. So... this sudden vanity streak erupted in June this year (2011), along with a "need" to have short spandex shorts for the summer, and nothing to do with the fugly below-knee baggy shorts male parade I see all the time, and even now with the cold wet weather.
I picked up a parcel on the way there, a brown cardboard one, and lo, if the vehicular gangstalking on the way to the tree nursery didn't feature a large cardboard box in the pickup ahead of me, and accompanying vehicles to box me in to prevent me from passing the fucker.
Said parcel had a Peltor earmuff hygeine kit; replacement earpads and sound dampening foam. And for the second successive occasion, the earpads didn't quite fit, being 3mm too large in diameter, but identical in the symetrical oval shape. The previous replacement set were 2mm too big. So... I take the new foam insert and stuff it into the earmuff cup along with that I had on hand, and have tossed two new sets of earpads out. I just don't seen the point of these fucking games, pissing with my earmuffs which I have on my head most of the time, adding in new foam (three per earmuff cup now) and getting stiffed with the old earpads that are splitting up. Besides, the ringing noise in my head is just as bad, and if the perps want to punch a particular noise through to my ears, they can bypass the earmuffs altogether and deliver the exact noise at their prescribed volume, which is often the same as without the earmuffs on.
2000h
I see that the Dymo twin label printer is flashing one of its two blue lights that are normally constant. So I look under the lid and I see yesterday's file folder label that got stuck is gone altogether, as I couldn't pull it out in either direction and gave up. I attempted to reload the file folder label spool, but no, it fucked up and the label loader motor wouldn't take it. More things to repair, but different than I left it last night.
2250h
Something from Rachael O hits a nerve today:
Every few months he gets tasked by my mother in concert with me, to remove landscape vegetative matter like weeds, cut branches and any weedy or non-compostable matter (too woody). He grumps about it, but has the perfect vehicle to remove it readily, a white trades van. It usually takes him weeks to come by, and by then it has been doused with rain water, soaked some, even if it is in plastic bags. And so he complains that it is wet. Like WTF; pick it up right away so it doesn't get wet. Then he launches his hoary master excuse for everything, "I don't have enough time". Well, as it turns out, he was a totally focussed garage sale trover outside his day job, wheeling and dealing all over town and knows the entire street map of this town in his head. A year ago, for some obscure reason (read, perp managed), he takes up kick boxing to initiate fitness for the first time at 51 y.o. Commendable, and he goes 3x/ week regularly. So he found time to do this regular activity, and in doing so, blows a mighty hole in his stock excuse for inaction, "I don't have enough time". I reminded him once about this logical disjunct a few months ago and expected that would be the end of this 20 year long excuse he trots out. But no, he brings it up again, and I remind him of how he brought kick boxing into his life, and I let it go at that. He is like a stuck record/CD, even if he has no defensible and logical rebuttal. How can one have a discussion, enlightened arguement with a logical cripple? One cannot, ergo, another loser/go-nowhere person in my existence.
That he lost one eye in an accident of some kind, only he was there, when aged two from the perps (IMHO) doesn't seem to disuade him from his present perp-abetting rut he lives in. The reason I maintain the perps did it, is that in this totally perp managed family, with abetting parents from the get-go, there is absolutely nothing that happens that is an accident. Also, I get vision perturbations and hacking every waking minute, often one eye, then the other with strange focussing or double vision, always momentarily. And given that the eye socket and eyeball size has reached maximum size by age two, I suspect the perps knew exactly when to pull this stunt off in expected support of them covertly investigating me at that juncture, aged seven then, and ever since. I point out to my brother that the perps likely gouged his eye out and here is abetting them. I also point out that the perps are likely depressing him, and messing with the muscle/tendom problems he has, and that he should go and ream his handler's ass to get the real story on how much he is getting fucked. But no, he just mumbles something, and carries on as this feckless quisling. I suppose my problem is that I am motivated, won't ever accept the status quo, and am principled. And I get saddled with two brothers and parents who just aren't up to this standard of human interaction, (or pretend to be, or are managed to be). Maybe one person in my working career was intellectually interesting and shared my sense of motivation and dispair over the feckless, the liars, the goofs, and the rest of the tawdry lot I have been stiffed with as part of this perp managed life, down to the last gnat fart within 10 miles of me. Even last year's TI meeting in Nanaimo was an exercise in consorting with the idle-minded (or else constrained), save one with some spark in her. They didn't initiate any discussions, they didn't ask what was happening for me, they were in passive mode nearly all the time, if not in hang-dog pose, and one even came in to sit close with her back turned on me, the classic shit I deal with on the fucking gangstalker cruiser, the city bus freakshow, every week or more. So the entire event was arranged IMHO, though maybe not all of the dialog was scripted perhaps. I am not even allowed a free-form discussion and interaction with the regional TI community when I get to meet them in person it seems.
Well maybe one more was an interesting person in the past 20 years, and that was Ms. L of the story, whom I met at the Seattle national ADD conference in 2001. She was funny at times, a joy to be with except when she was hungry and then things deteriorated very fast. And she was making, it seemed, an honest effort to deal with her ADD issues, if not a little too excessive and quirky at times. In short, we clicked, and had similar interests, and were mutally supportive in our ADD issues, web research discoveries, attending cultural events etc. So... a week before the perps invade my apartment and out themselves as overt abusers, escalating it of course, Ms. L is off to New York. We talked on the phone long distance once that week, and it wasn't the best call I had from her, as she was so emotionally wracked from seeing the 9/11 destruction. Understandable, and we expected to meet up when she got back soon. But then a day or two after the Day of Abusive Infamy struck, the next call I got from her was that she was back in Seattle (she said). I conveyed what went on with the apartment invasion and all the real world things that happened and their continuing physical presence as well as the new (to me then) gangstalking, and she lapsed into this new familiar bullshit about seeing my doctor. I gave her some more examples of what was going on, she got all testy, and then hung up. I never heard from her again when she was a supportive person and that it was totally out of character for her. So ended the second instance of a motivated person I have met in the past two decades, though in fact, the whole ending had to be scripted. Whether she was an act, or whether she was genuinely ADD with some emotional amplititude problems I have no idea. But it is profundly clear in hindsight that the perps wanted to build up this mutally empathetic and supportive relationship and then suddenly jerk it away, never to replace it since of course. So yes Rachael, it is lonely as a questing TI, and that situation is managed to a significant degree by the perps down to even a fleeting empathic smile from a bank teller. Never mind anything more meaty or engaging than that.
Back to Rachael O's post today; I love her pithy, lucid and objective analysis as she skewers the pathetic, indolent and the complacent; "Peacable loving people piss me off after a while". Hmm, maybe I will get to meet her sometime and form our own principled TI group. A joke.
And here we have TI-lite, not meant in any way to diminish, deride or deny the absolutely atrocious experiences of JK Rowling (author of the Harry Potter books) as conveyed to the ongoing public Leveson Inquiry about abuses by the press in the UK. Why yes, I am harassed and gangstalked in public all the time, followed and surveilled as well. It is much the same as a TI, except the public pictures and stories in the newspapers; "besieged", "hostage", "drove ..out" of one's home, "watching you", "unjustifiably intrusive" etc. all apply, all the time as a TI. But it is MUCH, MUCH WORSE for TI's; one's cognitive and physical abilities are being remotely dithered and hacked and messed with, and one's life is a scripted charade 24x7. And that is not all; one's entire physical world is altered to make it constantly adverse as well as strange; telekinesis and teleporting objects, mostly lint, crumbs, threads and water drops are in constant abundance and take trajectories that are often unconventional. I sometime's wonder if celebs and whomever the press chooses to invade isn't also a perp concocted arrangement so they can keep a spectrum of life invasion and disruption going as part of their nonconsensual human experimentation/research imperative.
Anyway, too much pondering tonight, and time to post this.
1900h
Thats my new job for the next four weeks, handling tree seedling plugs and wrapping them in in bundles with shrinkwrap. It is about the easiest job I have had in horticulture, my new imposed career courtesy of my perp masters, when they allow me to work of course, which hasn't been full time. When they did their "shock (literally, in more than one way) and awe" high abuse onset in 04-2002, they didn't let me work at a job until 2008, and that was picking daffodil bulbs for two months.
And some 30 to 40 people on this afternoon shift, though today it was orientation and a warm-up. And yes, the freak count was high, though to be fair, there are three native Indian reserves nearby, and they count for some half of the crew in all their corpulent variety, as well as facial features like missing teeth, vacant stares, and even one fucker doing the "come at me" walk, and then averts at the last moment. Fucking bizarre I get this all over town and now at work. Just like last year and the Fugliest Negro coming at me for no reason.
Other freaks from the Unfavored demographic groups are a skinhead, elder dudes, the crack case like hoodie dude, and a negro woman, one who I met in 2008 at the farm job, and conversed with her enough to tell her this tale of woe. Today, she treats me like a leper, avoiding me twice and then barely saying hello, which is straight out of the perp playbook, friendly people going unfriendly. She pulled this stunt earlier this year at a bus stop where I was, wallking straight past me, looking deadset forward and pretending not to notice me 2' away. Just more of the usual bizarre antics the perps command in my proximity.
I had a notion she would be there, through a supposed mutual former co-worker who I email every fe days and will help move her out of her house next weekend, not tomorrow. On the way to the bus stop today, a negro dude was talking to himself and wearing a long skirt just to add to the show. Then on the bus a negro woman on the cell phone the whole 25 minute trip, so one can see that I was "negro-ed" in advance of getting to my perp abetting mother's place to then borrow her vehicle to get to the tree nursery. A negro stalking prior to working with a known-before negro.
And a legs and nut shave last night, and the perps always go extra beserk the next day, and today was no exception. They seem to like me doing this on Thursday nights for some reason when it was Saturday nights for three months prior. This leg shaving started in June as part of getting my legs tanned, surely a perp planted vanity notion as I never particularly cared what my legs looked like as I wore long pants al the time. But as all male features and comportment styles are getting exposed in all their facets, bare hairy legs, beards, shaved heads, hairy arms, waddle walking and the like, it would seem the perps did not want me to share in them this year by me looking at my own legs. So... this sudden vanity streak erupted in June this year (2011), along with a "need" to have short spandex shorts for the summer, and nothing to do with the fugly below-knee baggy shorts male parade I see all the time, and even now with the cold wet weather.
I picked up a parcel on the way there, a brown cardboard one, and lo, if the vehicular gangstalking on the way to the tree nursery didn't feature a large cardboard box in the pickup ahead of me, and accompanying vehicles to box me in to prevent me from passing the fucker.
Said parcel had a Peltor earmuff hygeine kit; replacement earpads and sound dampening foam. And for the second successive occasion, the earpads didn't quite fit, being 3mm too large in diameter, but identical in the symetrical oval shape. The previous replacement set were 2mm too big. So... I take the new foam insert and stuff it into the earmuff cup along with that I had on hand, and have tossed two new sets of earpads out. I just don't seen the point of these fucking games, pissing with my earmuffs which I have on my head most of the time, adding in new foam (three per earmuff cup now) and getting stiffed with the old earpads that are splitting up. Besides, the ringing noise in my head is just as bad, and if the perps want to punch a particular noise through to my ears, they can bypass the earmuffs altogether and deliver the exact noise at their prescribed volume, which is often the same as without the earmuffs on.
2000h
I see that the Dymo twin label printer is flashing one of its two blue lights that are normally constant. So I look under the lid and I see yesterday's file folder label that got stuck is gone altogether, as I couldn't pull it out in either direction and gave up. I attempted to reload the file folder label spool, but no, it fucked up and the label loader motor wouldn't take it. More things to repair, but different than I left it last night.
2250h
Something from Rachael O hits a nerve today:
Being targeted has forced me to be such a loser and surrounded by people I would not have chosen to be around. ...I am forced to depend on people who are not really interested in winning, just maintaining.Oh my, how I could write volumes on the dipshits I have been saddled with over my years as MC slave/abusee. Yessir, yet another part of the gangstalking/harassment/abuse scene is surround reasonable intelligent people with utter dumbshits. Not that I am comparing intelligences to my fave TI-in-arms, but it has been a very common perp theme, and all the more now since the day of infamy came on me in 04-2002. My in-town brother has had a starring role, and burnished at little more today when he "happened" to be at the First Feral Family house on the PC when I arrived there today to borrow my perp-abetting mother's vehicle.
Every few months he gets tasked by my mother in concert with me, to remove landscape vegetative matter like weeds, cut branches and any weedy or non-compostable matter (too woody). He grumps about it, but has the perfect vehicle to remove it readily, a white trades van. It usually takes him weeks to come by, and by then it has been doused with rain water, soaked some, even if it is in plastic bags. And so he complains that it is wet. Like WTF; pick it up right away so it doesn't get wet. Then he launches his hoary master excuse for everything, "I don't have enough time". Well, as it turns out, he was a totally focussed garage sale trover outside his day job, wheeling and dealing all over town and knows the entire street map of this town in his head. A year ago, for some obscure reason (read, perp managed), he takes up kick boxing to initiate fitness for the first time at 51 y.o. Commendable, and he goes 3x/ week regularly. So he found time to do this regular activity, and in doing so, blows a mighty hole in his stock excuse for inaction, "I don't have enough time". I reminded him once about this logical disjunct a few months ago and expected that would be the end of this 20 year long excuse he trots out. But no, he brings it up again, and I remind him of how he brought kick boxing into his life, and I let it go at that. He is like a stuck record/CD, even if he has no defensible and logical rebuttal. How can one have a discussion, enlightened arguement with a logical cripple? One cannot, ergo, another loser/go-nowhere person in my existence.
That he lost one eye in an accident of some kind, only he was there, when aged two from the perps (IMHO) doesn't seem to disuade him from his present perp-abetting rut he lives in. The reason I maintain the perps did it, is that in this totally perp managed family, with abetting parents from the get-go, there is absolutely nothing that happens that is an accident. Also, I get vision perturbations and hacking every waking minute, often one eye, then the other with strange focussing or double vision, always momentarily. And given that the eye socket and eyeball size has reached maximum size by age two, I suspect the perps knew exactly when to pull this stunt off in expected support of them covertly investigating me at that juncture, aged seven then, and ever since. I point out to my brother that the perps likely gouged his eye out and here is abetting them. I also point out that the perps are likely depressing him, and messing with the muscle/tendom problems he has, and that he should go and ream his handler's ass to get the real story on how much he is getting fucked. But no, he just mumbles something, and carries on as this feckless quisling. I suppose my problem is that I am motivated, won't ever accept the status quo, and am principled. And I get saddled with two brothers and parents who just aren't up to this standard of human interaction, (or pretend to be, or are managed to be). Maybe one person in my working career was intellectually interesting and shared my sense of motivation and dispair over the feckless, the liars, the goofs, and the rest of the tawdry lot I have been stiffed with as part of this perp managed life, down to the last gnat fart within 10 miles of me. Even last year's TI meeting in Nanaimo was an exercise in consorting with the idle-minded (or else constrained), save one with some spark in her. They didn't initiate any discussions, they didn't ask what was happening for me, they were in passive mode nearly all the time, if not in hang-dog pose, and one even came in to sit close with her back turned on me, the classic shit I deal with on the fucking gangstalker cruiser, the city bus freakshow, every week or more. So the entire event was arranged IMHO, though maybe not all of the dialog was scripted perhaps. I am not even allowed a free-form discussion and interaction with the regional TI community when I get to meet them in person it seems.
Well maybe one more was an interesting person in the past 20 years, and that was Ms. L of the story, whom I met at the Seattle national ADD conference in 2001. She was funny at times, a joy to be with except when she was hungry and then things deteriorated very fast. And she was making, it seemed, an honest effort to deal with her ADD issues, if not a little too excessive and quirky at times. In short, we clicked, and had similar interests, and were mutally supportive in our ADD issues, web research discoveries, attending cultural events etc. So... a week before the perps invade my apartment and out themselves as overt abusers, escalating it of course, Ms. L is off to New York. We talked on the phone long distance once that week, and it wasn't the best call I had from her, as she was so emotionally wracked from seeing the 9/11 destruction. Understandable, and we expected to meet up when she got back soon. But then a day or two after the Day of Abusive Infamy struck, the next call I got from her was that she was back in Seattle (she said). I conveyed what went on with the apartment invasion and all the real world things that happened and their continuing physical presence as well as the new (to me then) gangstalking, and she lapsed into this new familiar bullshit about seeing my doctor. I gave her some more examples of what was going on, she got all testy, and then hung up. I never heard from her again when she was a supportive person and that it was totally out of character for her. So ended the second instance of a motivated person I have met in the past two decades, though in fact, the whole ending had to be scripted. Whether she was an act, or whether she was genuinely ADD with some emotional amplititude problems I have no idea. But it is profundly clear in hindsight that the perps wanted to build up this mutally empathetic and supportive relationship and then suddenly jerk it away, never to replace it since of course. So yes Rachael, it is lonely as a questing TI, and that situation is managed to a significant degree by the perps down to even a fleeting empathic smile from a bank teller. Never mind anything more meaty or engaging than that.
Back to Rachael O's post today; I love her pithy, lucid and objective analysis as she skewers the pathetic, indolent and the complacent; "Peacable loving people piss me off after a while". Hmm, maybe I will get to meet her sometime and form our own principled TI group. A joke.
And here we have TI-lite, not meant in any way to diminish, deride or deny the absolutely atrocious experiences of JK Rowling (author of the Harry Potter books) as conveyed to the ongoing public Leveson Inquiry about abuses by the press in the UK. Why yes, I am harassed and gangstalked in public all the time, followed and surveilled as well. It is much the same as a TI, except the public pictures and stories in the newspapers; "besieged", "hostage", "drove ..out" of one's home, "watching you", "unjustifiably intrusive" etc. all apply, all the time as a TI. But it is MUCH, MUCH WORSE for TI's; one's cognitive and physical abilities are being remotely dithered and hacked and messed with, and one's life is a scripted charade 24x7. And that is not all; one's entire physical world is altered to make it constantly adverse as well as strange; telekinesis and teleporting objects, mostly lint, crumbs, threads and water drops are in constant abundance and take trajectories that are often unconventional. I sometime's wonder if celebs and whomever the press chooses to invade isn't also a perp concocted arrangement so they can keep a spectrum of life invasion and disruption going as part of their nonconsensual human experimentation/research imperative.
Anyway, too much pondering tonight, and time to post this.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Everything Stops for Tea
1530h
I love that John Baldry album, Everything Stops for Tea, as it deflates some of that pomposity I so loathe. But in fact, the sirens started when I was pouring the boiled water from the kettle into the teapot where the green tea leaves sit for steeping. Making tea, including the steeping time while the color changes, is a big harassment situation, and they made sure I was reminded about it today. There were sirens for when I was pouring the water, and then about four minutes later while sitting 8' away journally and after further color change, visible through my glass Bodum teapot. The assholes have gone extra rabid over other color changes too; flushing the toilet, so the water color passes from yellow tinged to colorless, their shit games, and then the recent "brown rust" color games that emanated from the three faucets after the water supply shutdown they neglected to inform me about in advance earlier this week.
And when I got up to pour my tea into a mug, why, there were the flashing ambulance and firetruck lights right outside my place, some six stories below, in place for me while drinking tea and eating chocolate. The perps' surrogates stopped by for tea it would seem. Regular readers will know how the perps are totally beserk over brown colors, and my contact with anything that is this color, especially when in my mouth and less than an inch from my brain. The harassment has a very strong neural investigation component (slightly understated, har, har), and it isn't too much of a surprise that one's mouth is a perp's battleground to wage their covert neural research agenda, though in my case, they have gone overt since 04-2002. Hence the near universality of the gangstalkers with their tongues hanging out, mouths agape, eating food (often bread, to add in "bread stalking"), spitting, and even puking a few times. (Yes, puking on the street is nothing new, and even spitting has now become the imposed "normal").
Here is part of the "action" outside my apartment less than an hour ago, and I see that the picture import feature of Blogger has suddenly "failed", and I cannot import any other photos after I was jerked around by the selected ones not all importing into Blogger. The rule of TI existence is, you are never allowed do anything once, but at least twice: once for us (the SS), and then for you. This is a zoom in of the idiot show, a police vehicle was also added into the mix, hence the red flash illuminations.
Other side action while the "emergency show" was in progress was to keep up the red colored vehicle testing, presumably as a benchmark to the introduction of the above flashing red lights. The perps put on colored vehicle shows all the time, often with some colored "book ends" and then a transiting same colored vehicle between them. The cardinality and directionality are also important as the distance dependent parameters that they seem to be testing/harassing me for.
2030h
Well, it seems that this one hour per day job isn't going to last that long. I see the strains of planted dissonance have been sustained, now only the third day on the job. The boss claims that it can be done in an hour, when it took me 1.75 hours yesterday, and 1.65 hours today. How can 45 minutes be shaved off a 1 hour 45 minute job and still be able to do it all. I was hauling ass tonight, and no backtracking as I learn about all the locations and the routine, even breaking into an sweati, (likely perp imposed) . I don't know what the "secret" is to speeding up the job so substantially, but it doesn't strike me as doing anything incremental. Either I am getting placed into some time warp, or my watch is getting fucked with (not tonight after checking it out), or there is another agenda focussed on job duration. It might be the preplanned dissonance that will ultimately develop into parting ways. The perps have the end of a gig planned before it begins, and they like specific issues to fester, especially if related to their objectives, one being the topic related to time. And to cap it off after his earlier snits over leaving the mop in the cleaning bucket, when he hadn't informed me about this before, he then gives me a printed list of all what is to be done. And lo, if there isn't more places and items to clean that he did not show me. Not much prospect for shaving this job duration down, and I suspect it will become a bigger issue rather than a smaller one as he was suggesting once I get "experienced".
And to add to the gangstalking action, it was inventory day, so there were about five fuckwits coursing about, though none slowed me up significantly. But they did have that perp ability to arrive at a location immediately preceding me needing to access the same location in the course of my cleaning duties. One of the loitering shiftless ones was smoking a cigarette in the service area, "happening" twice before I passed through there. Then they all came out to wash their hands in the service area sink while I had to wait for them until I could use it for filling up the floor mopping bucket. The boss didn't tell me what to put in the bucket besides water, so I used some of the disinfectant spray I had been using everywhere else. Funny how he didn't ask, and yet expected me to know all the same.
I reckon this cleaning gig might last a month before some event or pre-scripted issue comes to a head. Which suggests that they still don't want me to work in one jobsite for very long, as they nixed my volunteering at a local office last year after about five visits or so. The summer's daffodil picking meant that I was moving along the rows in the field, along with others, so the relocation aspect was met in that way.
2115h
The perps pulled a classic stunt tonight; I was cleaning the glass doors with a piece of paper towel, and put it down as it got soggy. As my hand was moving toward the glass door, the fuckers put that same piece of paper towel back in my hand. Of course I was pissed off, as even placing an object down isn't allowed. It was a new and blatant harassment that was quite over the top and without the usual pretense of creating a situation where I wasn't looking, or it "caught up" on something. Another bastion of conventional normality has been breached by the Sureptiticious Sickos, the SS.
The perps also got me rage-ified tonight in advance of going to my job; it was a making tortillas from scratch, the same way that I have been doing it for over six years, and they flicked food and water around, pulled objects from my grasp, created plenty of extra noise of no ostensible cause, and a number of other imposed vexations and made sure that I got plenty pissed about it. A "warm up" event it seemed, all to create more auric energies for them to be able to detect from their remote locations. I read about someone who could see auras, and that there was a very long trail of this energy if the person was stressed. Regular readers will know that pissing me off is the perps' play of first resort, as this enhances the interaction with other energetic sources, particularly gangstalkers, and especially if I have had an association with the person in the past. Hence, the perp's need to have morphovers, the gangstalkers who know me but are disguised as someone else.
I was out earlier at the LD store this morning to get a newspaper and some drug store items, and they had their Fuckwits arranged for me to either pass by while they were "standing around" (and looking totally stupid), or else positioned exactly where I needed to go. They had the soap section packed with at least five gangstalkers so I didn't bother to get any, and then the chocolate section had a sub 5' tall woman parked exactly where I needed to access, and had her head about 6" away from the display I needed to get to. In other words, placement of the head is very important to the perps, and they wanted this Fuckwit to be exactly where I was to reach to maximize the brown color exposure time. I have never seen their gangstalkers to be so obvious in a store before, but there is always a first time. Said woman gangstalker "joined me" at the checkout, arriving two customers behind me.
It was plain that the above LD store gangstalking was from more Unfavored demographic groups; geriatrics, male gut strutters and male waddlers. I find it funny that they will specialize in a few Unfavored demographic groups rather than mix them up as they usually do. This shopping area has outside benches and it was surprising to see the number of Fuckwits sitting on wet and cold steel, pretending to be casually lounging around. Ditto for the supermarket which I had to visit as the LD store did not have the newspaper in. While there, more male loungers outside at the tables, and the instant I cast a derisive glance, they suddenly spin their head to look away. Fucking bizarre.
2201h
More knee torquing torture tonight while reading my regular blogs; the perps also had me with my earmuffs on and made a pounding noise that got through, often in concert with having my leg twisted below my knee. They like to do this because the pain sensations are recieved directly in the brainstem area where they seem to be fixated if the maser strikes though the neck are a usefull clue. At the same time, they wouldn't let me read for full comprehension, and instead, had me flit about, reading portions here and there, and never being allowed to attain reading continuity. Nothing new there, just that there was the siultaneous knee torquing and thumping through the earmuffs.
I am going to call this one done for the day as it is clear that my onine time is being constrained tonight, and the typo sabotage has just increased to rage-ification levels.
I love that John Baldry album, Everything Stops for Tea, as it deflates some of that pomposity I so loathe. But in fact, the sirens started when I was pouring the boiled water from the kettle into the teapot where the green tea leaves sit for steeping. Making tea, including the steeping time while the color changes, is a big harassment situation, and they made sure I was reminded about it today. There were sirens for when I was pouring the water, and then about four minutes later while sitting 8' away journally and after further color change, visible through my glass Bodum teapot. The assholes have gone extra rabid over other color changes too; flushing the toilet, so the water color passes from yellow tinged to colorless, their shit games, and then the recent "brown rust" color games that emanated from the three faucets after the water supply shutdown they neglected to inform me about in advance earlier this week.
And when I got up to pour my tea into a mug, why, there were the flashing ambulance and firetruck lights right outside my place, some six stories below, in place for me while drinking tea and eating chocolate. The perps' surrogates stopped by for tea it would seem. Regular readers will know how the perps are totally beserk over brown colors, and my contact with anything that is this color, especially when in my mouth and less than an inch from my brain. The harassment has a very strong neural investigation component (slightly understated, har, har), and it isn't too much of a surprise that one's mouth is a perp's battleground to wage their covert neural research agenda, though in my case, they have gone overt since 04-2002. Hence the near universality of the gangstalkers with their tongues hanging out, mouths agape, eating food (often bread, to add in "bread stalking"), spitting, and even puking a few times. (Yes, puking on the street is nothing new, and even spitting has now become the imposed "normal").
Here is part of the "action" outside my apartment less than an hour ago, and I see that the picture import feature of Blogger has suddenly "failed", and I cannot import any other photos after I was jerked around by the selected ones not all importing into Blogger. The rule of TI existence is, you are never allowed do anything once, but at least twice: once for us (the SS), and then for you. This is a zoom in of the idiot show, a police vehicle was also added into the mix, hence the red flash illuminations.
Other side action while the "emergency show" was in progress was to keep up the red colored vehicle testing, presumably as a benchmark to the introduction of the above flashing red lights. The perps put on colored vehicle shows all the time, often with some colored "book ends" and then a transiting same colored vehicle between them. The cardinality and directionality are also important as the distance dependent parameters that they seem to be testing/harassing me for.
2030h
Well, it seems that this one hour per day job isn't going to last that long. I see the strains of planted dissonance have been sustained, now only the third day on the job. The boss claims that it can be done in an hour, when it took me 1.75 hours yesterday, and 1.65 hours today. How can 45 minutes be shaved off a 1 hour 45 minute job and still be able to do it all. I was hauling ass tonight, and no backtracking as I learn about all the locations and the routine, even breaking into an sweati, (likely perp imposed) . I don't know what the "secret" is to speeding up the job so substantially, but it doesn't strike me as doing anything incremental. Either I am getting placed into some time warp, or my watch is getting fucked with (not tonight after checking it out), or there is another agenda focussed on job duration. It might be the preplanned dissonance that will ultimately develop into parting ways. The perps have the end of a gig planned before it begins, and they like specific issues to fester, especially if related to their objectives, one being the topic related to time. And to cap it off after his earlier snits over leaving the mop in the cleaning bucket, when he hadn't informed me about this before, he then gives me a printed list of all what is to be done. And lo, if there isn't more places and items to clean that he did not show me. Not much prospect for shaving this job duration down, and I suspect it will become a bigger issue rather than a smaller one as he was suggesting once I get "experienced".
And to add to the gangstalking action, it was inventory day, so there were about five fuckwits coursing about, though none slowed me up significantly. But they did have that perp ability to arrive at a location immediately preceding me needing to access the same location in the course of my cleaning duties. One of the loitering shiftless ones was smoking a cigarette in the service area, "happening" twice before I passed through there. Then they all came out to wash their hands in the service area sink while I had to wait for them until I could use it for filling up the floor mopping bucket. The boss didn't tell me what to put in the bucket besides water, so I used some of the disinfectant spray I had been using everywhere else. Funny how he didn't ask, and yet expected me to know all the same.
I reckon this cleaning gig might last a month before some event or pre-scripted issue comes to a head. Which suggests that they still don't want me to work in one jobsite for very long, as they nixed my volunteering at a local office last year after about five visits or so. The summer's daffodil picking meant that I was moving along the rows in the field, along with others, so the relocation aspect was met in that way.
2115h
The perps pulled a classic stunt tonight; I was cleaning the glass doors with a piece of paper towel, and put it down as it got soggy. As my hand was moving toward the glass door, the fuckers put that same piece of paper towel back in my hand. Of course I was pissed off, as even placing an object down isn't allowed. It was a new and blatant harassment that was quite over the top and without the usual pretense of creating a situation where I wasn't looking, or it "caught up" on something. Another bastion of conventional normality has been breached by the Sureptiticious Sickos, the SS.
The perps also got me rage-ified tonight in advance of going to my job; it was a making tortillas from scratch, the same way that I have been doing it for over six years, and they flicked food and water around, pulled objects from my grasp, created plenty of extra noise of no ostensible cause, and a number of other imposed vexations and made sure that I got plenty pissed about it. A "warm up" event it seemed, all to create more auric energies for them to be able to detect from their remote locations. I read about someone who could see auras, and that there was a very long trail of this energy if the person was stressed. Regular readers will know that pissing me off is the perps' play of first resort, as this enhances the interaction with other energetic sources, particularly gangstalkers, and especially if I have had an association with the person in the past. Hence, the perp's need to have morphovers, the gangstalkers who know me but are disguised as someone else.
I was out earlier at the LD store this morning to get a newspaper and some drug store items, and they had their Fuckwits arranged for me to either pass by while they were "standing around" (and looking totally stupid), or else positioned exactly where I needed to go. They had the soap section packed with at least five gangstalkers so I didn't bother to get any, and then the chocolate section had a sub 5' tall woman parked exactly where I needed to access, and had her head about 6" away from the display I needed to get to. In other words, placement of the head is very important to the perps, and they wanted this Fuckwit to be exactly where I was to reach to maximize the brown color exposure time. I have never seen their gangstalkers to be so obvious in a store before, but there is always a first time. Said woman gangstalker "joined me" at the checkout, arriving two customers behind me.
It was plain that the above LD store gangstalking was from more Unfavored demographic groups; geriatrics, male gut strutters and male waddlers. I find it funny that they will specialize in a few Unfavored demographic groups rather than mix them up as they usually do. This shopping area has outside benches and it was surprising to see the number of Fuckwits sitting on wet and cold steel, pretending to be casually lounging around. Ditto for the supermarket which I had to visit as the LD store did not have the newspaper in. While there, more male loungers outside at the tables, and the instant I cast a derisive glance, they suddenly spin their head to look away. Fucking bizarre.
2201h
More knee torquing torture tonight while reading my regular blogs; the perps also had me with my earmuffs on and made a pounding noise that got through, often in concert with having my leg twisted below my knee. They like to do this because the pain sensations are recieved directly in the brainstem area where they seem to be fixated if the maser strikes though the neck are a usefull clue. At the same time, they wouldn't let me read for full comprehension, and instead, had me flit about, reading portions here and there, and never being allowed to attain reading continuity. Nothing new there, just that there was the siultaneous knee torquing and thumping through the earmuffs.
I am going to call this one done for the day as it is clear that my onine time is being constrained tonight, and the typo sabotage has just increased to rage-ification levels.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Masers Await Title Choice
1345h
The title refers to the big think moment that I go through in titling this, and all, blog postings. Today, the fuzzy black balls that zing about usually in pairs or larger configurations were extra active in bouncing around as I gave this blog a title. And it goes to show the level of surveillance that I am kept under; any big think moment gets "phenomenon stalked" with concurrent masers, plasma flashes, outside noise, faux apartment neighbor noise and others in a confluence for these exceeding rare moments when it seems that my mind-keepers cannot access. That is, remotely applied access of thought for those not initiated in the TI world, or infrequent readers. This is a bizarre netherworld to say the least, being monitored and surveilled to begin with, and then later finding out that one is the recipient of mind controlling irradiations of some kind. And it gets stranger than that of course, as it has long seemed that even taking a piss is highly orchestrated to occur at precise moments. These "precise moments" are often the everyday Windows and web browsing activities of select, copy, paste, bookmark, mouseclick to a new page (within a site, or to a new one), and others like them such as word processing as I am doing now. And three times so far today the perps scripted me to take a piss when about to go to a new web site as part of my usual daily web browsing of the news. Regular readers will know that I get noisestalked at these moments, and now scripting me to get up and pee is just the next step. And most often, there is outside sourced noise accompanying when urinating.
Enough of the pendantic, but today will be a relatively dull as the perps seem to be going through a phase of keeping me indoors and using my ear muffs for extended durations, and then having me take them off and undertake regular activities such as creating blog content. It would seem that there is a residual effect of the color and substance of the earmuffs the perps are attempting to remotely detect, and of course, there are neural interactions that they are also attempting to define in energetic terms. That might seem like a stretch to suggest all this, but if one follows the Essential Introductory Postings to the right, I am not alone in being subjected to these impositions, but am one of many hundreds whose stories line up in subsantial detail. Even a psychologist TI stated that the psychiatrists are in "total denial". Which they would be for all the participation they have engaged in; committing me to hospital and then two years later saying I was being persecuted. And then not taking any action to withdraw the two claims for disability that he made on my behalf. Strange behavior by others in my proximity is nothing new, and serves as the major entertainment, albeit threatening at times, and grist of this here blog.
One example of strange public behavior was from yesterday; one of my accompanying gangstalkers in the apartment lobby, entered the elevator before the two women inside of it had gotten out. I recieve this treatment too, the behavior having erupted in 2004 and hasn't stopped since. I get, or more like, am controlled to "react", by getting extremely irate with such boorish and orchestrated public behavior, some fuckwit attempting to get in before I have got out. To me, it is fucking outrageous. But in observing this skit by others for the first time yesterday, the two women didn't say anything and dutifully stepped out of the elevator and past the fuckwit (Unfavored freak) as well as past another gangstalker who elected to behave normally and wait for elevator passenger egress. And while exiting this bizarre setup, and in not even reacting in any way, one of the women gives me the stare for some unknown reason as she was passing by. I am 54, and she might of been 34, so what is the attraction. Regular readers will know I get at least two starings a week, and for no seeming purpose, save these orchestrated ones.
And as I attempt to repair the above paragraph and correct the tense of the verbs, another daily phone call erupts, putting on the sell for something I don't want. These phone calls, often a non-call where there is no one who responds, also have an elegant timing, usually with accompanying noise, plasma and maser beams, and sometimes vibrations from overhead pounding (12" of conrete and steel), or door slamming in the hallway. Also pissing me off with forced typos to have me yell at the assholes is part of the process of increased activity over specific events. Past, present and future verb tense seems to be highly noisestalked and otherwise of interest to the assholes.
2140h
I did a garbage run and then went to the supermarket for chocolate and bread (both brown colored, note). The garbage chute "problem" has been going on for two months now, and no effort has been made to fix it. I maintain this is allpart of the perp's garbage obsession, and am not too surprised to be hounded by other dudes doing the same thing when I am. And so, I got my blonde gangstalker at the front door of the apartment building in a black and white jacket she was, and lo, if she wasn't in the headlights of a vehicle opposite in the driveway of a parking lot, "happening" to be trained on her, and then me as I exited th building and passed through the beams to get to the garbage dumpster at the back.
Then it was onto the rest of the gangstalker show, more like the freakshow as the one Favored blonde was duly placed per above paragraph. I had my dude in brown and white walking toward me, and lo, if it wasn't a member of my forestry class from UBC, pretending not to know me, just looking ahead. What made this most odd was that he was wearing flip-flops, as in bare feet on a chilly and damp evening. When in the supermarket I had two browncoats with me, some 7' away, while I selected chocolate. One was in a lighter brown, the other in a darker brown, and were best pals, loitering in advance of me arriving at the chocolate section. I had a brown and red coated pair tailing me on the way there, and lo, if they weren't also posing in the supermarket for me to see them under store lighting. I got my items, and got to the checkout where blonde and red-brown dyed hair job cashiers were hanging around together. The latter one took off, and once I had my groceries bagged, I departed only to have a negro woman doing a ditz in the exit area, as it "seemed" she couldn't get the plastic shopping baskets apart. And it is most odd that the perps need to go to that stack of baskets at the entrance/exit as one cannot see them when arriving, and they were never stacked there before they needed to place gangstalkers in my way when exiting the supermarket. I had a few more freaks on the way back to my apartment, and was glad to get back. I suspect the moderate to heavy gangstalker coverage was for the same reason two nights ago; they had me wearing the earmuffs again for at least 1.5 hours tonight owing to highly offensive whine noise, the putative water flow in pipes story again.
I was to insert another of my 2002 complaint letters, but the formating is being arranged to make it highly inconvenient, even if I clean it up with Notepad. And lo, if I didn't have a siren cascade going off while doing this, and some overhead pounding as I write these very words. Earlier, I was also cleaning up a messed up resume to put it on a web site for jobs, and again, the overhead pounding and the sirens were active at that time. Two identical outside noise barrages each time I am "happening" to be cleaning up a messed up text file. Try to call that clinical with a straight face.
2245h
Some listening to YouTube and Jesse Ventura, the former governor of Minnesota, who details his experiences in office. The most astounding was that the CIA, some 23 operatives, had a meeting with him after three weeks in office. The CIA shouldn't be having any domestic operations, and yet they were fully entrenched with their operatives as high level civil servants according to Ventura. A siren cascade erupted as I put the above link in, my headphones on listening.
Time to launch this and call another dull day done.
The title refers to the big think moment that I go through in titling this, and all, blog postings. Today, the fuzzy black balls that zing about usually in pairs or larger configurations were extra active in bouncing around as I gave this blog a title. And it goes to show the level of surveillance that I am kept under; any big think moment gets "phenomenon stalked" with concurrent masers, plasma flashes, outside noise, faux apartment neighbor noise and others in a confluence for these exceeding rare moments when it seems that my mind-keepers cannot access. That is, remotely applied access of thought for those not initiated in the TI world, or infrequent readers. This is a bizarre netherworld to say the least, being monitored and surveilled to begin with, and then later finding out that one is the recipient of mind controlling irradiations of some kind. And it gets stranger than that of course, as it has long seemed that even taking a piss is highly orchestrated to occur at precise moments. These "precise moments" are often the everyday Windows and web browsing activities of select, copy, paste, bookmark, mouseclick to a new page (within a site, or to a new one), and others like them such as word processing as I am doing now. And three times so far today the perps scripted me to take a piss when about to go to a new web site as part of my usual daily web browsing of the news. Regular readers will know that I get noisestalked at these moments, and now scripting me to get up and pee is just the next step. And most often, there is outside sourced noise accompanying when urinating.
Enough of the pendantic, but today will be a relatively dull as the perps seem to be going through a phase of keeping me indoors and using my ear muffs for extended durations, and then having me take them off and undertake regular activities such as creating blog content. It would seem that there is a residual effect of the color and substance of the earmuffs the perps are attempting to remotely detect, and of course, there are neural interactions that they are also attempting to define in energetic terms. That might seem like a stretch to suggest all this, but if one follows the Essential Introductory Postings to the right, I am not alone in being subjected to these impositions, but am one of many hundreds whose stories line up in subsantial detail. Even a psychologist TI stated that the psychiatrists are in "total denial". Which they would be for all the participation they have engaged in; committing me to hospital and then two years later saying I was being persecuted. And then not taking any action to withdraw the two claims for disability that he made on my behalf. Strange behavior by others in my proximity is nothing new, and serves as the major entertainment, albeit threatening at times, and grist of this here blog.
One example of strange public behavior was from yesterday; one of my accompanying gangstalkers in the apartment lobby, entered the elevator before the two women inside of it had gotten out. I recieve this treatment too, the behavior having erupted in 2004 and hasn't stopped since. I get, or more like, am controlled to "react", by getting extremely irate with such boorish and orchestrated public behavior, some fuckwit attempting to get in before I have got out. To me, it is fucking outrageous. But in observing this skit by others for the first time yesterday, the two women didn't say anything and dutifully stepped out of the elevator and past the fuckwit (Unfavored freak) as well as past another gangstalker who elected to behave normally and wait for elevator passenger egress. And while exiting this bizarre setup, and in not even reacting in any way, one of the women gives me the stare for some unknown reason as she was passing by. I am 54, and she might of been 34, so what is the attraction. Regular readers will know I get at least two starings a week, and for no seeming purpose, save these orchestrated ones.
And as I attempt to repair the above paragraph and correct the tense of the verbs, another daily phone call erupts, putting on the sell for something I don't want. These phone calls, often a non-call where there is no one who responds, also have an elegant timing, usually with accompanying noise, plasma and maser beams, and sometimes vibrations from overhead pounding (12" of conrete and steel), or door slamming in the hallway. Also pissing me off with forced typos to have me yell at the assholes is part of the process of increased activity over specific events. Past, present and future verb tense seems to be highly noisestalked and otherwise of interest to the assholes.
2140h
I did a garbage run and then went to the supermarket for chocolate and bread (both brown colored, note). The garbage chute "problem" has been going on for two months now, and no effort has been made to fix it. I maintain this is allpart of the perp's garbage obsession, and am not too surprised to be hounded by other dudes doing the same thing when I am. And so, I got my blonde gangstalker at the front door of the apartment building in a black and white jacket she was, and lo, if she wasn't in the headlights of a vehicle opposite in the driveway of a parking lot, "happening" to be trained on her, and then me as I exited th building and passed through the beams to get to the garbage dumpster at the back.
Then it was onto the rest of the gangstalker show, more like the freakshow as the one Favored blonde was duly placed per above paragraph. I had my dude in brown and white walking toward me, and lo, if it wasn't a member of my forestry class from UBC, pretending not to know me, just looking ahead. What made this most odd was that he was wearing flip-flops, as in bare feet on a chilly and damp evening. When in the supermarket I had two browncoats with me, some 7' away, while I selected chocolate. One was in a lighter brown, the other in a darker brown, and were best pals, loitering in advance of me arriving at the chocolate section. I had a brown and red coated pair tailing me on the way there, and lo, if they weren't also posing in the supermarket for me to see them under store lighting. I got my items, and got to the checkout where blonde and red-brown dyed hair job cashiers were hanging around together. The latter one took off, and once I had my groceries bagged, I departed only to have a negro woman doing a ditz in the exit area, as it "seemed" she couldn't get the plastic shopping baskets apart. And it is most odd that the perps need to go to that stack of baskets at the entrance/exit as one cannot see them when arriving, and they were never stacked there before they needed to place gangstalkers in my way when exiting the supermarket. I had a few more freaks on the way back to my apartment, and was glad to get back. I suspect the moderate to heavy gangstalker coverage was for the same reason two nights ago; they had me wearing the earmuffs again for at least 1.5 hours tonight owing to highly offensive whine noise, the putative water flow in pipes story again.
I was to insert another of my 2002 complaint letters, but the formating is being arranged to make it highly inconvenient, even if I clean it up with Notepad. And lo, if I didn't have a siren cascade going off while doing this, and some overhead pounding as I write these very words. Earlier, I was also cleaning up a messed up resume to put it on a web site for jobs, and again, the overhead pounding and the sirens were active at that time. Two identical outside noise barrages each time I am "happening" to be cleaning up a messed up text file. Try to call that clinical with a straight face.
2245h
Some listening to YouTube and Jesse Ventura, the former governor of Minnesota, who details his experiences in office. The most astounding was that the CIA, some 23 operatives, had a meeting with him after three weeks in office. The CIA shouldn't be having any domestic operations, and yet they were fully entrenched with their operatives as high level civil servants according to Ventura. A siren cascade erupted as I put the above link in, my headphones on listening.
Time to launch this and call another dull day done.
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Zits Morphing in the Night
1545h
Today's imposed exasperating event is something that "arrived" on my nose overnight. A zit that erupted two days ago and self popped, and with no intervention by me, somehow transformed itself from an inocuous zit into a bloodied one, which is perfectly situated in my lower right side peripherial vision. And as my peripherial vision can be manipulated, guess what, the zit's new incarnation is placed there to constantly piss me off with this "red thing" in it. And if you didn't follow all that, don't worry, as I routinely get vexations planted on me, but rarely one that is so persistent and vexacious as this.
In the same location on my nose as this offensive and reformed zit is, I had a spontaneous bleeding that started late evening when I was in the bathroom. It was nothing I did, but this blood flow was placed exactly in my peripherial vision until I kept pressure on it to prevent any more bleeding. That took 20 minutes of keeping a towel on my face as the steptic penci did not work for "some reason".
This was a primer to get me ready for a downtown gang stalk walk with my mother as it later unfolded. She makes these vague promised to come downtown on Wednesdays, and doesn't come through, but today she did. The litany of feints and fuckery could go on for pages, but I will spare most of the details unless someone really wants to know. Regular readers will know that anytime I go out anywhere in public with my parents it is a HUGE gangstalk event as the assholes can make comparisons between us in near identical circumstances, seeing the same things.
This outing had more stops, but wasn't any less encumbered with the gangstalk vermin. There was four stops in all, the last being a lunch at a restaurant that gradually filled in around us. These are always interesting scenes as they can parade people past me legitimately for the entire duration of the meal. Sure enough, the "browns" came to settle at a table next to us; these are gangstalkers either dressed in brown clothing, have brown colored skin, or a combination. Again, regular readers will know that the perps are totally obsessed over this color, and have engaged in endless games to expose me to this in all forms, the most basic being to have a blonde dressed in brown clothing. And this was the case among the food serving staff.
There was one fugly curly haired waitress and she seemed to be "featured" often, "happening" to be in my vision whenever I looked around, save the occasions where I pointedly looked down at the table to avoid her visage standing about. So, what do the perps do? Why the have the blondes, and the other attractive waitresses walk beside her, cross paths with her, or otherwise mingle so the "auric goodness" of the attractive one can somehow be compared that the of fugly one. This is a very common perp setup, to have the Favored associate with the Unfavored, and this was no different except that I was immobile, sitting as a patron of the restaurant. This way they can have more time to arrange differing skits and games.
The downtown parkade was arranged with five floors of color coordinated parked vehicles, and well as ordered by outline and profile. The vehicle ahead put on the "incapable" act, twice having the front seat passenger to get out of the vehicle to get a ticket at the machine at the entrance; "somehow", the instruction, "press for ticket" escaped them and the passenger had to make two trips to the machine before he "succeeded" in getting a ticket from the dispenser. I haven't seen anything quite so pathetic as this, but here it was, and at at least 10 vehicles were lined up behind me while the pair attempted to enter the parkade.
Then they had to do this obstructing one more time, waiting on an equally impaired couple to get into their vehicle to free up a parking stall. And this pair also kept up the putzing, putting her handbag in the trunk and then retrieving it again a minute later was one such example. All this was to have all the vehicles that were held up at the entrance to then be held up again inside and in the shade and in the concrete parkade building.
Anyhow, there is at least some entertainment value from this, as the perps did not have me cranked up over this ineptitude that they normally do. Had I been driving alone, the perps would of had me yelling at these obstructing assholes, with the windows closed though. And at least the entire morning's activity was some relief of a shut-in day, the usual nonevent the perps like me to participate in.
Topics at lunch that my mother mentioned for no seeming reason were;
And the biggest jerkaround of when the INS pulled their guns on me for no reason (I wanted to clean out my apartment in Seattle), was my mother later suggesting I cross into the US on the Port Angeles ferry, and lo, if I wasn't turned back there for no fucking reason, save the hypothetical one that I "might become a ward of the state". In this latter inspection port (Victoria), the INS border official looked terribly scared when he gave me the rejection reason document.
1645h
This is the post tea and chocolate time, the perps attempting to leverage something, whatever they pursue me for, with respect to eating a brown colored substance, and has been a procession of noises since. The neighborhood takes on a profile of being next to drag strips and that everyone in their hotrod or otherwise muffler compromised vehicle is into a race. That is not the case of course, there is traffic lights at every corner, and there is no high speed traffic. Anyhow, in lieu of that, then the overhead pounding starts up again something I haven't quite determined as to its associations.
This is the first sunny and warm day this week, as there has been much temperature fluctuation of late; yesterday the perps sucked me into going out dressed for a warm day, and then installed the mini-wind around me. This refers to their capability to create a localized wind around me wherever I go in public. There maybe no other items blowing around anywhere, save blowing around me in a 6' radius or so. When others enter my "windsphere" then their hair and clothes start blowing about, and then when further away, they experience no wind. This game goes on at least in one direction of my walks to the gym, 30 minutes away.
2100h
For the past two hours there has been a procession of loud mufflered vehicles in the distance, at least four per minute. This sustained noise parade will "somehow" get through my ear protection, making it useless. The big attraction might be the fact that I did my monthly bookeeping, which is always of intense perp interest. And in fact, my brother joined the fray by phoning me over some pointless topic that was totally unneccessary. I have always known the timing of my phone calls to be arranged to be at key moments in service to the perps. The phone cord doesn't stop wiggling when on the phone, and I have long thought that recievers and other electronic devices can be co-opted by the perps for their own agenda. I was living in Seattle when the Nisqually Earthquake struck Feb. 28, 2001, and by coincidence, I was on the phone at the time with my dentist's receptionist further north in Everett. I didn't consider it to be coincidence once I found that my life was highly regulated by abusers who have me involuntarily conscripted in their human research agenda.
More typo sabotage of the blatant kind, with voice noise outside my door while I yell at the assholes because they won't let me insert text into a specific location. Never in my life have I had such errant browser/editor software "glitches", which covers some 30 years of using computers, including suffering Microsoft's pre-Windows 3.1 days.
2140h
One trip to take a piss, and then a siren cascade comes on. This is about the tenth one today, surely a record as it beats out my experiences when I lived in Seattle.
2300h
Time to call this one done and blog off.
Today's imposed exasperating event is something that "arrived" on my nose overnight. A zit that erupted two days ago and self popped, and with no intervention by me, somehow transformed itself from an inocuous zit into a bloodied one, which is perfectly situated in my lower right side peripherial vision. And as my peripherial vision can be manipulated, guess what, the zit's new incarnation is placed there to constantly piss me off with this "red thing" in it. And if you didn't follow all that, don't worry, as I routinely get vexations planted on me, but rarely one that is so persistent and vexacious as this.
In the same location on my nose as this offensive and reformed zit is, I had a spontaneous bleeding that started late evening when I was in the bathroom. It was nothing I did, but this blood flow was placed exactly in my peripherial vision until I kept pressure on it to prevent any more bleeding. That took 20 minutes of keeping a towel on my face as the steptic penci did not work for "some reason".
This was a primer to get me ready for a downtown gang stalk walk with my mother as it later unfolded. She makes these vague promised to come downtown on Wednesdays, and doesn't come through, but today she did. The litany of feints and fuckery could go on for pages, but I will spare most of the details unless someone really wants to know. Regular readers will know that anytime I go out anywhere in public with my parents it is a HUGE gangstalk event as the assholes can make comparisons between us in near identical circumstances, seeing the same things.
This outing had more stops, but wasn't any less encumbered with the gangstalk vermin. There was four stops in all, the last being a lunch at a restaurant that gradually filled in around us. These are always interesting scenes as they can parade people past me legitimately for the entire duration of the meal. Sure enough, the "browns" came to settle at a table next to us; these are gangstalkers either dressed in brown clothing, have brown colored skin, or a combination. Again, regular readers will know that the perps are totally obsessed over this color, and have engaged in endless games to expose me to this in all forms, the most basic being to have a blonde dressed in brown clothing. And this was the case among the food serving staff.
There was one fugly curly haired waitress and she seemed to be "featured" often, "happening" to be in my vision whenever I looked around, save the occasions where I pointedly looked down at the table to avoid her visage standing about. So, what do the perps do? Why the have the blondes, and the other attractive waitresses walk beside her, cross paths with her, or otherwise mingle so the "auric goodness" of the attractive one can somehow be compared that the of fugly one. This is a very common perp setup, to have the Favored associate with the Unfavored, and this was no different except that I was immobile, sitting as a patron of the restaurant. This way they can have more time to arrange differing skits and games.
The downtown parkade was arranged with five floors of color coordinated parked vehicles, and well as ordered by outline and profile. The vehicle ahead put on the "incapable" act, twice having the front seat passenger to get out of the vehicle to get a ticket at the machine at the entrance; "somehow", the instruction, "press for ticket" escaped them and the passenger had to make two trips to the machine before he "succeeded" in getting a ticket from the dispenser. I haven't seen anything quite so pathetic as this, but here it was, and at at least 10 vehicles were lined up behind me while the pair attempted to enter the parkade.
Then they had to do this obstructing one more time, waiting on an equally impaired couple to get into their vehicle to free up a parking stall. And this pair also kept up the putzing, putting her handbag in the trunk and then retrieving it again a minute later was one such example. All this was to have all the vehicles that were held up at the entrance to then be held up again inside and in the shade and in the concrete parkade building.
Anyhow, there is at least some entertainment value from this, as the perps did not have me cranked up over this ineptitude that they normally do. Had I been driving alone, the perps would of had me yelling at these obstructing assholes, with the windows closed though. And at least the entire morning's activity was some relief of a shut-in day, the usual nonevent the perps like me to participate in.
Topics at lunch that my mother mentioned for no seeming reason were;
- me travelling to the US (like what for, all to get the border guards to point their guns at me again, like last time?),
- getting a passport (like, I have no money to travel, so why would I need to expend money on such an item?).
And the biggest jerkaround of when the INS pulled their guns on me for no reason (I wanted to clean out my apartment in Seattle), was my mother later suggesting I cross into the US on the Port Angeles ferry, and lo, if I wasn't turned back there for no fucking reason, save the hypothetical one that I "might become a ward of the state". In this latter inspection port (Victoria), the INS border official looked terribly scared when he gave me the rejection reason document.
1645h
This is the post tea and chocolate time, the perps attempting to leverage something, whatever they pursue me for, with respect to eating a brown colored substance, and has been a procession of noises since. The neighborhood takes on a profile of being next to drag strips and that everyone in their hotrod or otherwise muffler compromised vehicle is into a race. That is not the case of course, there is traffic lights at every corner, and there is no high speed traffic. Anyhow, in lieu of that, then the overhead pounding starts up again something I haven't quite determined as to its associations.
This is the first sunny and warm day this week, as there has been much temperature fluctuation of late; yesterday the perps sucked me into going out dressed for a warm day, and then installed the mini-wind around me. This refers to their capability to create a localized wind around me wherever I go in public. There maybe no other items blowing around anywhere, save blowing around me in a 6' radius or so. When others enter my "windsphere" then their hair and clothes start blowing about, and then when further away, they experience no wind. This game goes on at least in one direction of my walks to the gym, 30 minutes away.
2100h
For the past two hours there has been a procession of loud mufflered vehicles in the distance, at least four per minute. This sustained noise parade will "somehow" get through my ear protection, making it useless. The big attraction might be the fact that I did my monthly bookeeping, which is always of intense perp interest. And in fact, my brother joined the fray by phoning me over some pointless topic that was totally unneccessary. I have always known the timing of my phone calls to be arranged to be at key moments in service to the perps. The phone cord doesn't stop wiggling when on the phone, and I have long thought that recievers and other electronic devices can be co-opted by the perps for their own agenda. I was living in Seattle when the Nisqually Earthquake struck Feb. 28, 2001, and by coincidence, I was on the phone at the time with my dentist's receptionist further north in Everett. I didn't consider it to be coincidence once I found that my life was highly regulated by abusers who have me involuntarily conscripted in their human research agenda.
More typo sabotage of the blatant kind, with voice noise outside my door while I yell at the assholes because they won't let me insert text into a specific location. Never in my life have I had such errant browser/editor software "glitches", which covers some 30 years of using computers, including suffering Microsoft's pre-Windows 3.1 days.
2140h
One trip to take a piss, and then a siren cascade comes on. This is about the tenth one today, surely a record as it beats out my experiences when I lived in Seattle.
2300h
Time to call this one done and blog off.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Feb. 14; An Excuse to Plant Red About
1330h
That is my ascerbic take on Valentines' Day, and owing to the social isolation impositions, that is what I have seen so far today, planted red sweaters, coats, vehicles and today only, roses. Dressing the gangstalkers in red and then planting them around me in the aisles, and then have the same ones "show up" beside me at the checkout. And that still wasn't good enough, because one of the two red dressed gangstalkers then encircled the checkout to arrive at the exit end and waited there, so I had one of the pair behind me, and another in front. They put a male cashier on with white shiny fabric gloves, and they also had an East Indian gangstalker enter the exit just before I used it. And as usual, the gangstalkers get all close and noise prone when I make my purchase, this time via debit card.
If that wasn't enough action, I also got some more hairdo freaks; a woman gangstalker in close-cropped hair, no more than 1/4" thick, in grey no less in above drugstore visitation, and then another like haired freak at the laundromat 20 minutes later. I rarely see this hairstyle on women, as women don't like such short hair, and two in one morning at each location. What I don't get is why is it so important to lay on this for the perp sickos?
1530h
More strange events; I had a haircut appointment this afternoon, and just before I was to depart, the perps pulled a "need" to take a crap. And they did their usual stunts, block the toilet and create "mess" enough that I had to take a shower to clean up. There was still enough time to walk, and lo, if a pelting rainstorm didn't arrive a day before forecast and unload just before I was to go out for the 20 minute walk. And so it was, that I was forced to wear my green ball cap to keep some rain off my head, and then my raincoat "somehow" began letting rain in. So I arrived soaked, but was reasonably warm enough that I didn't get chilled for being wet.
And hats are a big deal for the perps, and that includes the rare instance that I am forced to wear one, such as described above. So the stylist had the honor of cutting my hair with the green auric "glow" of my hat. And that is no coincidence.
And the rain was still pelting when I set off after the appointment, and by dint of fluke, a bus was coming and I was at a bus stop. With me was a blonde woman with roses wrapped in mylar and an extra cardboard cover (brown color, note) over the heads of the roses. The bus was jam packed for some strange reason, as there was no reason for all these people heading into town at 1500h with steamy windows. And one fucker on board even had sunglasses on. But, there was a seat that no one was using by dint of another fluke, and I sat next to a blonde woman. And when I got off, the first blonde woman who got on with me was getting off at the same stop, and the blonde woman beside me was also getting off, right behind me. So, in other words, my bus exit was covered front and back by a blonde woman, each about 25 to 30 y.o. (I also had a MIB stand next to me in the interim of waiting to get off- he backed himself toward me, knew when to stop, waited, and then removed himself before the bus stopped and I was bookended by the blonde women). The first mentioned blonde woman with the roses also "happened" to be going the same direction as me and lead me for two blocks before she disappeared. Those that get on and off at the same stops are called "fellow travellers", and it is increasingly common that this happens, this time extra street gangstalking was added on. Past readers will know of the heavy perp use of blonde women gangstalkers, and I first identified this facet of my Fellini film-like existence here.
As a short note on yesterday, when I about to leave Trafford Books to walk home, about half of the 15 ambulatory gangstalkers were blonde women, beginning with the sales assistant. Then a Anna Nicole Smith lookalike was next, who lead me, and who I later passed as I walked faster. Then two more blondes in the next three blocks, just standing at the edge of the sidewalk, almost as if they were hooking, which they didn't seem to be. The last most woman I saw on this leg of the journey was black haired, in a black suit with a red shirt. A test case to see if "blonde goodness aura" could be applied to her possibly. Who knows.
All this suggests that the perps are going heavy on the blonde women lately, and that just might be the only welcome intrusion of this nonstop nightmare.
They are also adding more vehicles, in the vehicular gangstalking mix, that I find aesthetic pleasing; the 850 and V70 Volvos before 2002 and the side panels were given a kicked-in appearance (since rectified in 2006), the Nissan Altimas look sharp, the VW Jetta, pre-2007, and the late model Audis, A6, A8 and the TT. Why all this I don't know, as I have remarked in past blogs as to the indefinable "blonde goodness aura", though there might be similar "aura" over inanimate objects, e.g. the above mentioned vehicles.
I did laundry earlier this morning, after a night of wakefullness, all to listen to the "residents" coughing and hacking, the next door bathroom use, and a few other aural incursions. Mostly, the perps like to have me lying on one side of my head, and then have me flip to the other in endless cycling, at least two hours worth. Then another round from 7 to 9 before I got up. So far, like any other time, I "somehow" don't miss the sleep.
The perps put on an distant excavator noise for the 2+ hours they kept me awake; it was the varying noise of the hydraulics without the bucket rattling. There is nowhere near here that this noise would originate from, especially after midnight. Just another sonic imposition.
The usual freak show at the Laundromat was muted some; atrocious color combinations of clothing on some of the "clients", and the Asian owner was on navy blue seat removal duty. There is a row of five navy blue colored blue chairs, and after a half hour, he pulled one away, then 10 minutes later, the next one, and following that, placed a very large lime green luggage item beside the vacated space, and then then after 10 minutes, a navy colored seats were re-introduced. All this was 8-10' away from me, and it was the first time the Asian owners (seemingly) stayed for all of the duration of my laundry. A very curious progression of selective exposure to Asians, this weekly game.
But they did put on a 300lb "boy" in brown shorts and shirt as a customer, and he wore the same color brown as the Asian owner, a "work clothing" khaki.
1745h
This is the dinner digestion time that is becoming a significant noisestalked period. I attempted to block out the train of loud mufflered vehicles parading by with the ear muffs, but the assholes added a louder droning sound when they were on me, so I felt better off without ear muffs on. This is exceptionally blatant, as normally they don't defy the physical action of the earmuffs, but just "modify it", so they don't work as well as planned.
The typo sabotage is on the severe side today; this is quite annoying, and may limit blog length if it is going to be the continued pain in the ass they have made it.
1805h
More proof of the above; the ever-odd visitation to the bathroom next door to wash glassware and crockery is on again. This person has a sink in their room, and yet goes into the bathroom, which is closer to me, to pull the "ceramic bashing action" that the perps so love to plant around me. When walking to the hair stylist earlier, the recycle garbage truck "happened" to pull up beside me, and the worker took the blue plastic box to this truck. As I walked by, he "somehow" managed to drop a glass object that shattered to pieces. It is fucking absurd to keep hounding me with all their stunts; why can't these gutless assholes front for themselves?
The crockery clattering has taken on a new coincidence; it occurs just when I bookmark a site, the familiar pattern of all other noises of the noisescape. Then the fucker slammed the wall between me and the bathroom where he is to add to his glass bashing noise/vibration. More of the "sick vibrations" game.
1850h
Another pounding crash overhead and a coincident zapping to piss me off. I am looking at 9/11 pictures and the perps seem to have an inordinant interest in my activities when I do so. Time to give this one a rest and find out what else they are going to pummel me over.
1950h
Another overhead pounding and a coincident zapping; no seeming "causal" that the assholes were after, just a general principle fuckover act.
2250h
Onto websurfing cinema, and bookmarking yet more promising films should I ever be allowed to see them again. This settled down the overhead clunking and zapping, and the evening was near peaceable save for the relentless smell jamming in my nose.
Time to blog off, and call it a day.
That is my ascerbic take on Valentines' Day, and owing to the social isolation impositions, that is what I have seen so far today, planted red sweaters, coats, vehicles and today only, roses. Dressing the gangstalkers in red and then planting them around me in the aisles, and then have the same ones "show up" beside me at the checkout. And that still wasn't good enough, because one of the two red dressed gangstalkers then encircled the checkout to arrive at the exit end and waited there, so I had one of the pair behind me, and another in front. They put a male cashier on with white shiny fabric gloves, and they also had an East Indian gangstalker enter the exit just before I used it. And as usual, the gangstalkers get all close and noise prone when I make my purchase, this time via debit card.
If that wasn't enough action, I also got some more hairdo freaks; a woman gangstalker in close-cropped hair, no more than 1/4" thick, in grey no less in above drugstore visitation, and then another like haired freak at the laundromat 20 minutes later. I rarely see this hairstyle on women, as women don't like such short hair, and two in one morning at each location. What I don't get is why is it so important to lay on this for the perp sickos?
1530h
More strange events; I had a haircut appointment this afternoon, and just before I was to depart, the perps pulled a "need" to take a crap. And they did their usual stunts, block the toilet and create "mess" enough that I had to take a shower to clean up. There was still enough time to walk, and lo, if a pelting rainstorm didn't arrive a day before forecast and unload just before I was to go out for the 20 minute walk. And so it was, that I was forced to wear my green ball cap to keep some rain off my head, and then my raincoat "somehow" began letting rain in. So I arrived soaked, but was reasonably warm enough that I didn't get chilled for being wet.
And hats are a big deal for the perps, and that includes the rare instance that I am forced to wear one, such as described above. So the stylist had the honor of cutting my hair with the green auric "glow" of my hat. And that is no coincidence.
And the rain was still pelting when I set off after the appointment, and by dint of fluke, a bus was coming and I was at a bus stop. With me was a blonde woman with roses wrapped in mylar and an extra cardboard cover (brown color, note) over the heads of the roses. The bus was jam packed for some strange reason, as there was no reason for all these people heading into town at 1500h with steamy windows. And one fucker on board even had sunglasses on. But, there was a seat that no one was using by dint of another fluke, and I sat next to a blonde woman. And when I got off, the first blonde woman who got on with me was getting off at the same stop, and the blonde woman beside me was also getting off, right behind me. So, in other words, my bus exit was covered front and back by a blonde woman, each about 25 to 30 y.o. (I also had a MIB stand next to me in the interim of waiting to get off- he backed himself toward me, knew when to stop, waited, and then removed himself before the bus stopped and I was bookended by the blonde women). The first mentioned blonde woman with the roses also "happened" to be going the same direction as me and lead me for two blocks before she disappeared. Those that get on and off at the same stops are called "fellow travellers", and it is increasingly common that this happens, this time extra street gangstalking was added on. Past readers will know of the heavy perp use of blonde women gangstalkers, and I first identified this facet of my Fellini film-like existence here.
As a short note on yesterday, when I about to leave Trafford Books to walk home, about half of the 15 ambulatory gangstalkers were blonde women, beginning with the sales assistant. Then a Anna Nicole Smith lookalike was next, who lead me, and who I later passed as I walked faster. Then two more blondes in the next three blocks, just standing at the edge of the sidewalk, almost as if they were hooking, which they didn't seem to be. The last most woman I saw on this leg of the journey was black haired, in a black suit with a red shirt. A test case to see if "blonde goodness aura" could be applied to her possibly. Who knows.
All this suggests that the perps are going heavy on the blonde women lately, and that just might be the only welcome intrusion of this nonstop nightmare.
They are also adding more vehicles, in the vehicular gangstalking mix, that I find aesthetic pleasing; the 850 and V70 Volvos before 2002 and the side panels were given a kicked-in appearance (since rectified in 2006), the Nissan Altimas look sharp, the VW Jetta, pre-2007, and the late model Audis, A6, A8 and the TT. Why all this I don't know, as I have remarked in past blogs as to the indefinable "blonde goodness aura", though there might be similar "aura" over inanimate objects, e.g. the above mentioned vehicles.
I did laundry earlier this morning, after a night of wakefullness, all to listen to the "residents" coughing and hacking, the next door bathroom use, and a few other aural incursions. Mostly, the perps like to have me lying on one side of my head, and then have me flip to the other in endless cycling, at least two hours worth. Then another round from 7 to 9 before I got up. So far, like any other time, I "somehow" don't miss the sleep.
The perps put on an distant excavator noise for the 2+ hours they kept me awake; it was the varying noise of the hydraulics without the bucket rattling. There is nowhere near here that this noise would originate from, especially after midnight. Just another sonic imposition.
The usual freak show at the Laundromat was muted some; atrocious color combinations of clothing on some of the "clients", and the Asian owner was on navy blue seat removal duty. There is a row of five navy blue colored blue chairs, and after a half hour, he pulled one away, then 10 minutes later, the next one, and following that, placed a very large lime green luggage item beside the vacated space, and then then after 10 minutes, a navy colored seats were re-introduced. All this was 8-10' away from me, and it was the first time the Asian owners (seemingly) stayed for all of the duration of my laundry. A very curious progression of selective exposure to Asians, this weekly game.
But they did put on a 300lb "boy" in brown shorts and shirt as a customer, and he wore the same color brown as the Asian owner, a "work clothing" khaki.
1745h
This is the dinner digestion time that is becoming a significant noisestalked period. I attempted to block out the train of loud mufflered vehicles parading by with the ear muffs, but the assholes added a louder droning sound when they were on me, so I felt better off without ear muffs on. This is exceptionally blatant, as normally they don't defy the physical action of the earmuffs, but just "modify it", so they don't work as well as planned.
The typo sabotage is on the severe side today; this is quite annoying, and may limit blog length if it is going to be the continued pain in the ass they have made it.
1805h
More proof of the above; the ever-odd visitation to the bathroom next door to wash glassware and crockery is on again. This person has a sink in their room, and yet goes into the bathroom, which is closer to me, to pull the "ceramic bashing action" that the perps so love to plant around me. When walking to the hair stylist earlier, the recycle garbage truck "happened" to pull up beside me, and the worker took the blue plastic box to this truck. As I walked by, he "somehow" managed to drop a glass object that shattered to pieces. It is fucking absurd to keep hounding me with all their stunts; why can't these gutless assholes front for themselves?
The crockery clattering has taken on a new coincidence; it occurs just when I bookmark a site, the familiar pattern of all other noises of the noisescape. Then the fucker slammed the wall between me and the bathroom where he is to add to his glass bashing noise/vibration. More of the "sick vibrations" game.
1850h
Another pounding crash overhead and a coincident zapping to piss me off. I am looking at 9/11 pictures and the perps seem to have an inordinant interest in my activities when I do so. Time to give this one a rest and find out what else they are going to pummel me over.
1950h
Another overhead pounding and a coincident zapping; no seeming "causal" that the assholes were after, just a general principle fuckover act.
2250h
Onto websurfing cinema, and bookmarking yet more promising films should I ever be allowed to see them again. This settled down the overhead clunking and zapping, and the evening was near peaceable save for the relentless smell jamming in my nose.
Time to blog off, and call it a day.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Operatives Herding
1615h
In fact, they are frequently engaging in serial arrivals or departures like a frat house with classes on the go. Each time the front door gets slammed/closed, this room shakes 20' away, and as I typed that, the overhead pounding started up again.
Earlier, there had been a 25 minute run-up of the aforementioned egress noise plus voice noise from both outside and inside this seeming rooming house, and then the pounding began. This time, the perps made me/let me yell at them for doing this, and the noisestalking continued for another five minutes, and then all was quiet until I was eating chocolate (read brown colored food- perp obsession). The the overhead pounding started up again until I had finished the dishes. They also scripted an extra runny nose before I started the dishes and I was obliged to clean it up with kitchen paper. Once the dishes were done, the overhead pounding stopped until now, 20 minutes later.
All the above mentioned run-up of noise was coincidental with me reading my new book, Suburban Spies, which is the story of a business excutive being harassed and followed, as well as having his own words repeated back to him, by individuals who weren't party to the conversation. Anyhow, I was hoping to read it through, but the perp script was to pound the ceiling and have me change my activity in an attempt to end that ruckus. It worked, but only until I did something else that they sought to noisestalk, that being tea and chocolate consumption.
I will supply a review of this book when I finish it, but clearly it is the case of yet another person being hounded by organized parties with similar methods as I experience. Put that in your clinical hat you sickos that hound me/lie to me over medical reasons.
The ambient light has been manipulated constantly while eating and digesting the tea and chocolate. Regular readers will know that the perps have an obsessional fixation with the brown color in all its presentations, and that is in addition to their other color games over deep red, deep green with typically white, black and silver grey as adjunctive reference colors.
I got my fill of specific colored vehicles as I walked 20 minutes each way to Trafford Books to pick up the above title; this is a on-demand printing company is well established with a huge selection of titles. There are at least three titles in reference to Einstein and did he get relativity wrong. From what I have read, and experience, he either didn't go far enough, or didn't want the hoi polloi (every day folk) to know. And there is a huge gapping hole between classical physics and quantum physics, and many hundreds of unifying theories. The two web sites on the right are two of the better theories, though Bearden is a tough read, but his physical descriptions and predictions fit the harassment profile of application of extra-conventional physical forces that are controllable from a distance. And that includes time reversals, age regression, which is what they did to me, although I don't complain about that very often as vanity prevails.
It was a 20 minute in-city walk crossing four thoroughfares in town, and as I walked along the last arterial street, there was a red or deep metallic red vehicle coming from a side street, either in front of me, or behind me, for four side streets in succession. The habit of stopping one's vehicle at an intersection in the crosswalk is still as ubiquitous as ever, and stopping over top of the broad white stop line is almost mandatory for the shills to collect their vehicular gangstalking pay it seems. Never have I seen such mass rebuking of the traffic laws on this side of the continent, not even in LA.
Deep metallic red color vehicles was also the theme at my Government House wildlands restoration activity this morning; in the car lot next to the tool shed, of the closest 8 vehicles, six were deep red (no scarlet reds) and the other two were black and white. Of the eight, four were Volvos of varying model type; a 240, 740, 850 and the V70. When I got back, there were even more Volvos surrounding the tool shed, but less red vehicles. Past readers will know that I had a silver grey Volvo for 15 years before I gave it to my daughter (who hasn't used it yet) for financial reasons.
I don't have any particular theory as to why the perps prefer me, and my vehicular gangstalkers, to drive Volvos, though I do note they also supply Saabs as well in undue proportions. So it would seem, that there is a distinctive electromagnetic and/or energetic signature of the Swedish steel, that the sickos like to monitor. For the last 12 years of being married , we each owned a Volvo 245; mine was silver grey, and hers was.... you guessed it.... brown (!).
More vehicular gangstalkers are stopping nearby me, parking, and usually open their doors and trunks than ever before. Today, while walking to the day center to marshall for the wildlands restoration activity, the sickos set up two identical Post Office vehicles (red, navy blue and white) on a back residental street to be contra-turning (concentric arcs in opposite direction, e.g a vehicle turning left and another, 90 degrees offset, turning right, making the same arc in opposite directions). As one was backing up, it apparently collided with a pole to get out of the other's way. Then he proceeded forward to made the turn, enough for the other vehicle to get by, and then stopped in the middle of the intersection to get out and "look" at what possible damage he did. This was all about getting maximum color-vehicle action (backing up and contra-turning), then getting out with the vehicle-color body energetics (my theory as to why they like to walk perps through my vacated parking stall), and having me walk by the driver to determine our mutal energetics interaction. I did recognize the driver from past gangstalkings, but I did not know him from Before Overt Harassment (04-2002, BOH) days. Though the driver could of been a morph-over of someone I knew, which I suspect is common as that offers more specific energetics interaction possibilities.
1925h
I am getting noisestalked again, down to every last mouse click and anything I might say, instignated by the noise in the first place. A never ending cycle of noise intrusion based on the smallest of actions; turning out the halogen light, mouse clicking, swearing at their noise and coincident zappings etc. There is no human behavior explanation for the timing and nature of the noise, which is just like the last "upstairs neighbor", which past readers will recall my interpretation as a projected noise incursion. Not only that, the same noises have tracked me for all of my apartments with overhead neighbors since BOH, now three of the last three. (Of the apartment with no upstairs neighbors, I had loud downstairs "neighbors" that the manager also heard but didn't do anything about). Fucking sick, that is all I get all day, and no reprieve.
1935h
Another round of earmuff fucking; I put them on so to not hear the rumblings overhead, and then they shoot louder noise through the earmuffs of the same annoying kind. And as I now have them sitting in front of me (of green plastic construction), the operatives have herded downstairs outside my room and next door for their token bathroom visitation of standing there, and flushing the toilet without benefit of using it. Just like always, they come to flush it only.
Now, ass jabbing as I read a specific number; what it the matter with the sickos tonight?
2025h
Earmuffs are back on, and still the assholes are pumping somenoise through; they are still on their obsession withn noisestalking the word "the". Nearly five years over this alone.
2035h
More overhead pounding through the earmuffs; do I put them on or off? Which has the angle that the assholes are hoping to exploit?
2055h
More transitory vision impairments, one after the other and in concert with the overhead clunking. The long standing practice of starting to cough, even if a blatant put-on, right outside my door, is part of tonight's harassment scene. The overhead squeaking, without earmuffs, continues. The PC, in its newfound oscillating fan like noise, is layered into the noisescape as well.
I am also getting the bimonthly planted notion that they are "imminently ceasing harassment operations", but it is my belief that they are only getting started with 100% mind control to be attained sometime this month. Past readers will note that these planted "cessation" notions has occured before, and the result is the same, I am being harassed all the more.
And more noisestalking timed to specific keystrokes; they either force a typo repair or a short stun-out, so that I expend more effort on this single character/keystroke, and then they pounce with an overhead noise. Fucking depraved and truly gutless that they won't represent themselves face to face. They have every advantage in the world, what is their problem, why are they so relentlessly sick?
And more reading perturbations; the assholes redirect my attention and/or cause it to wane (by remotely applied means) such that I don't get to read what I want, with my own intention, if there is such a thing. Or is it another piss-off among many tonight to keep me cranked up and using interrogative sentences, like this?
2210h
More intermittent overhead pounding over the last hour or so. Now a siren noise and coinicident vision fuckery, masers and plasma games are constant.
And another website on gangstalking, though it seems to be corrupted in some way, as the links are inactive (or my version is). My case manager attempted to plant some doubt as to whether I am being gangstalked, so this one is for her. Here it is. Another one, if the links are broken is: http://www.gangstalking.ca/. Read it and tell me it isn't happening.
And look at this, a list of gangstalking sites at Whosarat. And again, eat this from a Google search; 18,400 English pages for gangstalking.
It is fucking absurd I cannot engage anyone in a genuine dialog over this, with some TI exceptions. This is on par with Holocaust deniers, that is the extremeness of their position; this means family, doctors, health professionals and all the other assholes who contribute to this Potemkin village, with me as the centerpiece about which this depravity hinges.
Enough venom spilled tonight, but that is the nature of being under noise assaults and the rest of it, tempers get real short real fast. And the above perp helpers know it too, as they never make another reference to any of my blowups or logical arguements for that matter. I am blogging off before I short circuit over another typo, as there has been far too many.
In fact, they are frequently engaging in serial arrivals or departures like a frat house with classes on the go. Each time the front door gets slammed/closed, this room shakes 20' away, and as I typed that, the overhead pounding started up again.
Earlier, there had been a 25 minute run-up of the aforementioned egress noise plus voice noise from both outside and inside this seeming rooming house, and then the pounding began. This time, the perps made me/let me yell at them for doing this, and the noisestalking continued for another five minutes, and then all was quiet until I was eating chocolate (read brown colored food- perp obsession). The the overhead pounding started up again until I had finished the dishes. They also scripted an extra runny nose before I started the dishes and I was obliged to clean it up with kitchen paper. Once the dishes were done, the overhead pounding stopped until now, 20 minutes later.
All the above mentioned run-up of noise was coincidental with me reading my new book, Suburban Spies, which is the story of a business excutive being harassed and followed, as well as having his own words repeated back to him, by individuals who weren't party to the conversation. Anyhow, I was hoping to read it through, but the perp script was to pound the ceiling and have me change my activity in an attempt to end that ruckus. It worked, but only until I did something else that they sought to noisestalk, that being tea and chocolate consumption.
I will supply a review of this book when I finish it, but clearly it is the case of yet another person being hounded by organized parties with similar methods as I experience. Put that in your clinical hat you sickos that hound me/lie to me over medical reasons.
The ambient light has been manipulated constantly while eating and digesting the tea and chocolate. Regular readers will know that the perps have an obsessional fixation with the brown color in all its presentations, and that is in addition to their other color games over deep red, deep green with typically white, black and silver grey as adjunctive reference colors.
I got my fill of specific colored vehicles as I walked 20 minutes each way to Trafford Books to pick up the above title; this is a on-demand printing company is well established with a huge selection of titles. There are at least three titles in reference to Einstein and did he get relativity wrong. From what I have read, and experience, he either didn't go far enough, or didn't want the hoi polloi (every day folk) to know. And there is a huge gapping hole between classical physics and quantum physics, and many hundreds of unifying theories. The two web sites on the right are two of the better theories, though Bearden is a tough read, but his physical descriptions and predictions fit the harassment profile of application of extra-conventional physical forces that are controllable from a distance. And that includes time reversals, age regression, which is what they did to me, although I don't complain about that very often as vanity prevails.
It was a 20 minute in-city walk crossing four thoroughfares in town, and as I walked along the last arterial street, there was a red or deep metallic red vehicle coming from a side street, either in front of me, or behind me, for four side streets in succession. The habit of stopping one's vehicle at an intersection in the crosswalk is still as ubiquitous as ever, and stopping over top of the broad white stop line is almost mandatory for the shills to collect their vehicular gangstalking pay it seems. Never have I seen such mass rebuking of the traffic laws on this side of the continent, not even in LA.
Deep metallic red color vehicles was also the theme at my Government House wildlands restoration activity this morning; in the car lot next to the tool shed, of the closest 8 vehicles, six were deep red (no scarlet reds) and the other two were black and white. Of the eight, four were Volvos of varying model type; a 240, 740, 850 and the V70. When I got back, there were even more Volvos surrounding the tool shed, but less red vehicles. Past readers will know that I had a silver grey Volvo for 15 years before I gave it to my daughter (who hasn't used it yet) for financial reasons.
I don't have any particular theory as to why the perps prefer me, and my vehicular gangstalkers, to drive Volvos, though I do note they also supply Saabs as well in undue proportions. So it would seem, that there is a distinctive electromagnetic and/or energetic signature of the Swedish steel, that the sickos like to monitor. For the last 12 years of being married , we each owned a Volvo 245; mine was silver grey, and hers was.... you guessed it.... brown (!).
More vehicular gangstalkers are stopping nearby me, parking, and usually open their doors and trunks than ever before. Today, while walking to the day center to marshall for the wildlands restoration activity, the sickos set up two identical Post Office vehicles (red, navy blue and white) on a back residental street to be contra-turning (concentric arcs in opposite direction, e.g a vehicle turning left and another, 90 degrees offset, turning right, making the same arc in opposite directions). As one was backing up, it apparently collided with a pole to get out of the other's way. Then he proceeded forward to made the turn, enough for the other vehicle to get by, and then stopped in the middle of the intersection to get out and "look" at what possible damage he did. This was all about getting maximum color-vehicle action (backing up and contra-turning), then getting out with the vehicle-color body energetics (my theory as to why they like to walk perps through my vacated parking stall), and having me walk by the driver to determine our mutal energetics interaction. I did recognize the driver from past gangstalkings, but I did not know him from Before Overt Harassment (04-2002, BOH) days. Though the driver could of been a morph-over of someone I knew, which I suspect is common as that offers more specific energetics interaction possibilities.
1925h
I am getting noisestalked again, down to every last mouse click and anything I might say, instignated by the noise in the first place. A never ending cycle of noise intrusion based on the smallest of actions; turning out the halogen light, mouse clicking, swearing at their noise and coincident zappings etc. There is no human behavior explanation for the timing and nature of the noise, which is just like the last "upstairs neighbor", which past readers will recall my interpretation as a projected noise incursion. Not only that, the same noises have tracked me for all of my apartments with overhead neighbors since BOH, now three of the last three. (Of the apartment with no upstairs neighbors, I had loud downstairs "neighbors" that the manager also heard but didn't do anything about). Fucking sick, that is all I get all day, and no reprieve.
1935h
Another round of earmuff fucking; I put them on so to not hear the rumblings overhead, and then they shoot louder noise through the earmuffs of the same annoying kind. And as I now have them sitting in front of me (of green plastic construction), the operatives have herded downstairs outside my room and next door for their token bathroom visitation of standing there, and flushing the toilet without benefit of using it. Just like always, they come to flush it only.
Now, ass jabbing as I read a specific number; what it the matter with the sickos tonight?
2025h
Earmuffs are back on, and still the assholes are pumping somenoise through; they are still on their obsession withn noisestalking the word "the". Nearly five years over this alone.
2035h
More overhead pounding through the earmuffs; do I put them on or off? Which has the angle that the assholes are hoping to exploit?
2055h
More transitory vision impairments, one after the other and in concert with the overhead clunking. The long standing practice of starting to cough, even if a blatant put-on, right outside my door, is part of tonight's harassment scene. The overhead squeaking, without earmuffs, continues. The PC, in its newfound oscillating fan like noise, is layered into the noisescape as well.
I am also getting the bimonthly planted notion that they are "imminently ceasing harassment operations", but it is my belief that they are only getting started with 100% mind control to be attained sometime this month. Past readers will note that these planted "cessation" notions has occured before, and the result is the same, I am being harassed all the more.
And more noisestalking timed to specific keystrokes; they either force a typo repair or a short stun-out, so that I expend more effort on this single character/keystroke, and then they pounce with an overhead noise. Fucking depraved and truly gutless that they won't represent themselves face to face. They have every advantage in the world, what is their problem, why are they so relentlessly sick?
And more reading perturbations; the assholes redirect my attention and/or cause it to wane (by remotely applied means) such that I don't get to read what I want, with my own intention, if there is such a thing. Or is it another piss-off among many tonight to keep me cranked up and using interrogative sentences, like this?
2210h
More intermittent overhead pounding over the last hour or so. Now a siren noise and coinicident vision fuckery, masers and plasma games are constant.
And another website on gangstalking, though it seems to be corrupted in some way, as the links are inactive (or my version is). My case manager attempted to plant some doubt as to whether I am being gangstalked, so this one is for her. Here it is. Another one, if the links are broken is: http://www.gangstalking.ca/. Read it and tell me it isn't happening.
And look at this, a list of gangstalking sites at Whosarat. And again, eat this from a Google search; 18,400 English pages for gangstalking.
It is fucking absurd I cannot engage anyone in a genuine dialog over this, with some TI exceptions. This is on par with Holocaust deniers, that is the extremeness of their position; this means family, doctors, health professionals and all the other assholes who contribute to this Potemkin village, with me as the centerpiece about which this depravity hinges.
Enough venom spilled tonight, but that is the nature of being under noise assaults and the rest of it, tempers get real short real fast. And the above perp helpers know it too, as they never make another reference to any of my blowups or logical arguements for that matter. I am blogging off before I short circuit over another typo, as there has been far too many.
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