12-03-2018
A negro wall covering tradesman was hounding my ass at work yesterday, a Monday, the usual day for escalated perp fuckery. Said fellow was working on wall coverings, and on one room I was working on, both his appearances seemed totally gratuitous. Hanging around, admiring my work cart for crissakes, and then fumbling around and handling one of my tools. For his second act, timed perfectly just when I started applying PL glue, and after his dissembling banter, he then declared he wanted to use the door to outside which was blocked by a tradesman's ladder. How fucking lame was that, when no one uses that door anyhow?
In the afternoon we met up again in another room where the same negro was putting on wall covering ahead of me so that I could then put on the chair railings afterward. A skunky looking Asian joined him as well, who took it upon himself to borrow my tin snips for crissakes. The three of us nattered on and off, each doing our respective jobs and got along fine. I find it interesting that the perps put on negro stalkers from time to time, all the more evident in that they are as rare as hen's teeth in these here parts. But I suppose some are going to show up somewhere, especially in a trades situation where many trades are converging, often with personnel from across Canada.
12-04-2018
A visit to the oncologist in Kelowna today, and the news is mixed. My PSA score went up a little, deviating from the expected trajectory of it going down some more, below 1.0. My summertime PSA was 1.2, and it went up to 1.4 last week. So... more doubt, (aka big time FUD) as another test is scheduled in three months, and depending on the result, a possible further test with a radioactive tracer in Vancouver. The perps just love that shit; having radioactive tracers clinically injected and then a following scan. Two bone scans in 2016-17 needed technetium, and the SPECT scans of 2001 before the assholes went berserk/overt in 04-2002. And a seemingly needless MRI in 2000. Woohoo... another dimension to perp fuckery is radioactive tracer infusion with a following scan. As if being irradiated daily by a conformal beam gamma ray beam for 6 weeks last year wasn't enough.
And it was too much; based on my yoga competency I finally feel I am pulling out of the hole the radiotherapy treatment put me into. With a big assist from my ADD Rx, started 07-2018. Though I still have infuriating side effects that I won't go into, and today's visit to the oncologist didn't provide any optimism. Another year possibly he says.
A tattoo-free new yoga instructor yesterday. (So it would seem that the prior instructor's tattoos were too disgusting for the perps to gain whatever intelligence they were looking for while I avoided this grotesque Unfavored visage). I have encountered this instructor before, and she is decidedly worth looking at. (And she "happened" to be at the SOF supermarket for two of my visits in the prior four weeks). From 15 yogis per class regularly and now it is suddenly down to 6 of us. I cannot see that she would deter attendance, as it was a good work out. And as it "happened" the only yogi who says hello to me was in the foyer when I arrived, she having finished her class. She also has the distinction of the only yogi with whom I have had physical contact in class as a result of a one time instruction session about two years ago. Interesting that this yogi now only shows up at these transitional junctures almost exclusively.
12-05-2018
Just when I was figuring that this construction gig was done, why, a new task in attending to the "deficiencies" as they call them in the business. In this case, mill work installation that isn't up to scratch in the eyes of the general contractor. I have cleaning and caulking on my list. Though this didn't occur as straightforwardly as it seems. First the foreman said there wasn't much to do, so I was to install chair rails only partially in two rooms that weren't finished. I get the work cart all ready, tools and supplies, get it up to the floor, and then I a call from the foreman that there is a "deficiency list" to attend to. So... I retrieve the work cart, put the tools and supplies away, and then attend to my new task that continued all week. The off-then-on again stunt, this time with employment termination injected into the mix. Been there, done that, and all in keeping with the perp's insane prerogative over the employment theme.
12-07-2018
What is it about stalkers on on my ass at every turn, literally, as I make turns at certain corridor corners especially at the hospital construction site? Yes, these are central locations that hundreds, if not thousands, of personnel, patients and vistors will make when the building is occupied for decades to come. So just leave me the fuck out of it as I don't realy expect to be there very often, if at all. And what is it about the perps and their insane hospital theme they need to keep hammering me with?
This three time loser -(Penticton Herald newspaper, and Ignani is his handle should the link disappear) from a shithole state; now in the local news for kidnapping a couple and then when the trial starts (featured locally), one of kidnap victims skips the country, and the other cannot remember a thing in court (she claims) and has disavowed her police statement at the time. Is this some kind of joke or what? How could anyone ever forget such a traumatic incident? The shitholer has already done 42 months in jail, awaits another trial for assault in jail, and is now in the middle of this court farce for 10 counts related to his kidnapping of the couple. No doubt this woman's "memory failure" is on account of the kidnapper's further nefarious dealings, as in threats or cash.
Lets check out the kidnapper's total past and future taxpayer tab: 42 months at $150k/year in jail. Then this trial and the next one; likely to be another $500k in legal and incarceration costs that this mofo has rung up by the time he is sentenced. And then this $1m loser cannot be sent back to where he came from (say the immigration apologists) because he might be executed in Iran. I say fuck it; let the Iranians deal with their very own spawn and have them do us all a favor. The limp-wristed do-gooding limousine liberals that created this legal absurdity need a wake-up call to stop acting like ruinous spendy naive boy scouts and to demonstrate some gumption in dealing with such financial squandering. (The said kidnapper's trade seems to be drug trafficker, so do we need this shitholer anyhow?) Trump has got it right on this one, as profane and crude as he is. As for Canada, we won't ever get it, as the bleating media hasn't got the gumption of a wet rag. Nor will we ever get anything close to a Trump, as sorely as it is needed. Talk about pressing all my buttons.
I am doing a lot of caulking this week, laying a bead of just the right size of sealant at the join of counter and wall surfaces, matching my caulking gun travel speed with the trigger pressure, which is also moderated by the size the the gap that I see coming up. It gets very zen, pulling all these dynamic parameters into play and doing it right. And just when I get there, why, some kind of interruption then "happens" to screw it up, often just a little, but a disruption all the same. "Somehow" I need to make an extra step, I run into something, my fingers somehow just don't do what I want etc. and the caulking bead "somehow" goes too thin or thick or else the irregularly bead globs up. (All fixable by later (many) iterative passes with moistened fingers and cloths, but more work all the same). And have I mentioned before how much the perps just love to disrupt a zen moment, or otherwise level of competence attainment just so they can fuck it up and cause extra work and perturb me, sometimes to extreme levels (though not at a paid job)? And just what is their problem that they simply must jerk me around as soon as competence/total task engagement develops?
And what is it about other tradesmen, sometimes tradeswomen, who "need" to lean on my work cart at the hospital construction site? Usually it takes place in the elevator, a more compressed room if you will, where someone puts their hand on my work cart that has my tools and supplies on it. Like WTF; it isn't as if they are off balance, or the work cart is shoved up beside them, but they do this, perhaps 2-4x/week. It must be some kind of energetic comparison, where this shill/operative needs to replicate their interaction with the same work cart. That is, replicate and have it compared to me, with me having pushed it into position, though not necessarily touching it at that moment they are.
The most egregious example of this work cart touching games last week was this apparent electrician, a woman who came along and plopped her paper plans on my work cart while I was about 4' away, and no one else was around. (I was attending to a room's "deficiencies", and not even close to an elevator). She doesn't look up, doesn't ask, just "happens" by and dumps her papers on my cart for a minute or two. Fucking rude, and just as bad as the E. Indians on the work site. Which, in speaking with the general contractor superintendent, seems to be a common complaint with that lot. It isn't just me.
Enough rants for the week, and to wind down my last week as a construction laborer. Though I really don't have any complaints, as it is much more interesting than vineyard work.
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Sunday, December 09, 2018
Sunday, May 06, 2018
Skipping a Week
05-01-2018
And what is happening such that a general malaise is encroaching enough to cause me to be indifferent to not posting for a week? I don't know, but it doesn't look good, and who knows where its going. In other words, I am getting ground down, dullified and nullified as I see it. Or are the perps backing off to some extent?
I am planting lavender plants this week at a tasting room renovation, that of my employer of 2012-14. The regular vineyard employer dropped me this week, citing that they are "all caught up". Give me a break; as the only regular employee for 22 acres of vineyard, having had an extra guy (thankfully, or else we wouldn't be caught up) for the last two months, I find this fatuous at best. Yes, there is a slack time between tying down and waiting for the new shoots to get to the first tucking wire, but there is always something to do on a vineyard. How about removing those thousands of useless stakes that have been there for 10 years? Anyhow, I live in such a managed bullshit show I have long given up on anyone articulating the truth. Even one TI whom I respect, and is the real thing, stopped talking to me a few years ago as I "wasn't activist enough". Expect me to believe that? Or did she expect me to join the 9/11 truth activists for some obscure reason? You know, join a bigger parade, and somehow expect legitimacy from it.
But there is something about planting plants the perps seem to like me to do, and I have no idea why. Planting vines has been common since 2012 when I started the vineyard work, and I have planted some vines somewhere every year. Maybe there is some psychic energy transference they have deemed to be, and expect me to be the bellwether for its' detection. I don't care, and all I want is to be left alone. Of interest, the above mentioned "extra guy" is going tree planting this week until mid-July when he has a lay-off before going tree spacing. Hardly a coincidence, but he has been a great help in getting our vineyard work done just before bud break. So while he is tree planting some 200 miles away, I am planting lavender plants for a tasting room landscaping display.
And a rare Monday off yesterday, and a visit to the specialty grocery store where I haven't been for 4 weeks, when I was once a 2x/week customer. The store is getting transformed as part of a larger chain, and nearly everything is getting moved around to great confusion. They have almost finished their renovations, and have succeeded in nixing the one product I would go there for, cooked free-run chicken. Well done, so to speak.
At this specialty grocery store they had the obligatory "just standing there" stalker outside, with the cell phone gazing feint. Immediately beforehand I had dropped off my glass recyclables at the depot, and there were six Ford Escapes in the short two blocks. Which is my ride since 2017 when my mother gave her vehicle to me. All were the same body design, before Ford gave it the squished rear look, following Nissan's design folly for some reason.
They must of had a least 15 helicopters covering me on my 4 outings over the day, and they even put on my vineyard co-worker of 2012 in a rare appearance. Not that she said hello, but was there at the grocery store checkout in the adjacent checkout line, while the fart in front of me fucked up and had to run back to the aisles to get some product that could be scanned so he could get his coupon cashed. (Checkout disruptions are very common since all this came down in 04-2002). It seemed hokey to me, even if a long time coupon avoider. But as the perps like to hound my ass over financial transactions, having someone pay with a coupon instead of a debit card is endlessly fascinating for them, even after 16 years of intense overt abuse on top of 47 years of surreptitiously hounding my ass with the regular involvement of family, employers and all others it seems in retrospect.
Said former female vineyard co-worker of 2012 also did a one-time cameo appearance at yoga after she came back from a year at the University of Chicago. We were instructed to get blocks at one corner of the room before class started, and there she was sitting on the floor behind a pillar with all the class milling around her, retrieving these brown cork blocks. I said "hi", and she returned the greeting, and then I asked her how Chicago was (that is, a 10 month Master degree program), and she gave me a grim "fine", and that was the end of our "happen-chance" encounter. And while I saw her out jogging once in the neighborhood of the same employer (near where she lives), I hadn't seen her in person since the 2014 yoga class. When the perps pull these "coincidences", I take this to be a meaningful and concerted event for them.
I suppose shuttling me between employers has also been advantageous for the perps, especially a former three year employer. I worked the weekend with their high school replacement (and gave her a ride home both days), and worked today and the rest of this week with one other new employee. I suppose it is all about getting to meet, and work with, the current employees, while I am a former employee of three years, 2012-2014. No wonder the owner laid me off for no reason in late 2014; all to enact these reprise games with my successors at the same job site. And why has it taken another four years for this to go down? Sounds like the perps have a long running plan, and don't give a shit about when it gets to fruition.
And yoga was another tattoo show; this woman with horrendous and dense tattoos down her arm was on my L side two mats away, and the late arriving only other dude "happened" to settle down within 2' of me when he could of moved to more open space 6' away. That he wore a shirt that was of the same fugly tattoo colors didn't go unnoticed. If I hate the sight of tattoos, why in the fuck do I have a multi-billion dollar budgeted organization pulling this around me? And why are tattoos so featured on celebrities these days?
And why are my dreams so invaded of late? Very detailed dreams of being on a navy ship of some kind with narrow passage ways, ladders and hatches etc. Then another night, some kind of IT dream, unrelated to my prior career they fucked me out of, and again, it was very specific as to the details. I just don't know where these are coming from in conventional terms.
05-02-2018
Another evening time nap attack, some two hours worth, leaving me in a wiped out state for another half hour, and upon awakening, dealing with the infernal leg cramps I have been getting for the last two years. Then onto the SOF supermarket, and even if a low traffic evening, the assholes were all over me. Headlights on me in the parking lot for when I exited my vehicle, then an Asian stalker looking at his cell phone while walking ahead of me and then stopping at the entrance. Entering SOF is a big deal, and I get no end of criss-crossing Fuckwits there. Then more coverage in the store, the obvious tag-team shit. Three or four of them taking turns, and lo, one gets to accompany me at the checkout.
05-03-2018
Another day of planting lavender in landscape fabric, this heavy duty plastic woven weed protection cloth some 4' wide. My co-worker of the last three days is ADD, and we have many discussions over this topic. And as it "happens", he also saw the same outrageous quack I did back in 10-2017, and to a similar pointless outcome. The question of late is do I roast the shit out of that quack on Rate MD, now having written up a concise and pithy summary of that inglorious and futile visit. Which really begs the question; why did the perps send me to this fucking asshole; for an exercise in futility, to yet again make the point of interfering with my medical care, or just as a plain disruptive stunt?
Another 2 hour nap attack this evening: I "thought" I could pull it together after an hour, but suffered a reprise wipe-out such that I could not get up, and instead, it became a two hour event. And although I have finished the book "Selected by Extraterrestrials" by William Tompkins, the nap attacks have a similar pattern. I am now reading "In Denial; Historians, Communism and Espionage" by Haynes and Klehr, a well researched book and scathing indictment of the socialist ("Old Left" and communism) promoters and historians who fronted for this "ism" in spite of the mass murderous habits of Lenin and Stalin, and feigned surprise when Nikita Kruschev made the (general) homicidal habits of Stalin known to the world in 1956. And still these "activist"or "radical" historians continued to dress up, obfuscate, deny, apologize and otherwise avoiding the re-evaluations of the motives of the Soviet empire and the concomitant human tragedy and wrapped their perfidious and devious analysis in the usual "see no evil" ideological rationalizations. The book indicates that 20 million people were killed under Stalin's reign of terror, and that does not include WWII when another 30 million Soviets were killed. I just find it appalling that we have the historians who just don't get it, and continue to dress up the murderous pig that was the Soviet state of 1920-1954. The Russian repressive ways aren't yet over, but to simply deny such historic atrocities makes them culpable, even if they lounge in cushy academic jobs in North America. Or sit around drawing pensions thereof.
Furthermore, it just appalls me that this apologist mentality, in the face of long running and horrendous state sponsored mass murder, even exists in the human psyche, never mind among ostensibly responsible and analytical academics who write this up in their political journals. But I suppose, the equally murderous regime of Pol Pot in Cambodia (CIA sponsored apparently) was another, though shorter example, where our supposed media just plain failed (somehow) to report on this in any timely way. It makes me wonder if the media isn't just some kind of manipulated shit show, where some massacres get to run for longer, and others don't. Another example is Rwanda, where it was plain that the UN was willfully dragging their ass on on connecting with the reality as reported on the ground, which was extensively reported by Romeo Dallaire in his book "Shake Hands with the Devil". So just who is deciding on human massacre reportage anyhow? Never mind for the moment as to the genesis of this awfulness, or that its incipient stages just never get stopped.
And continuing the ongoing book reading interference, the perp assholes had me lose my page before I got reading again, and I had to resume from a point in the book that I remembered. In other words, forced re-reading is just hilarious to the sick asses that run this show. And too, my viticulture worker friend (always a circumspect term), a former co-worker, phoned just before my butt hit the seat to start reading this book.
My daughter gave me a few days notice that she was running in a marathon in Oregon this past weekend. She never communicates much, and this bullshit started about six months before the Fuckover, when the perps first went berserk/overt in 04-2002. Whatever; I was glad for any contact, and I did track her race progress via an app on my phone that day, while working. I sent her a congratulatory text when her finish was confirmed by the race app. (A 9:47 pace for crissakes). Two days later, I get an email from the ex with attached pictures at the event, boyfriend there too. Obviously I wasn't invited, as I would of got months of advance notice, but that is how the perps manage my relationship with my only child. I note for the first time that my ex's new married surname is "Johns", a rather ironic twist that simply cannot be coincidence. It is the same name as her son, as it is mine, and so in plural form, her new married surname suggests both of us. Who scripts this ridiculousness? Not that I am up on her relationship life in any way, but as it seems, it was a 3 year run-up before she got married, to someone (whom I first met at my perp abetting mother's place in 01-2015) who has this ironic surname, and of course, is appropriate long-term relationship (and age matched) material for her. Unbelievable to me, and way off the coincidence meter IMHO. As in "hammering the peg", where on analog meters of old, the minimum and maximum ranges on the gauge had a small projecting metal peg to stop the needle on the meter dial from physically heading into a range beyond the instrument's analytical capability.
And why are the masers now more prevalent than "normal"; these floating wispy or sporadic black or greyish blobs, dots etc. that keep showing up in my vision, even as I type this. Most often I divert my gaze, only to have them re-establish within a few seconds. Or else I look at something completely different and they set up again. And the masers have a phenomenal ability to track the very words on the page, exactly where I am looking. It was especially notable today when I was reading a book outside on the first sunny day off this year. Well done abuse I say. Now just fuck off; after 16 years of this utterly insane shit, still no let up.
05-04-2018
Working on the lavender planting for the employer's tasting room today. My co-worker is one of those contrary workers; he seems to fuck off with the tools I need, be in the wrong place, or otherwise inadvertently slow up the job. Interestingly though, he went to the same shrink I did in around the same time, fall-2017, and got nowhere with his ADD treatment, same result as me. He also thought the fucker was nuts, as did I. So... is this shrink turning away ADD patients for his own purposes to get more the patients he wants, possibly so he can pass them onto drug testing outfits, or is this part of a concerted but covert initiative to obstruct ADD patients? I don't know or care; the net outcome is the same; I and he both got screwed by the same asshole with the same complaint.
05-05-2018
A Saturday, and a rare day off as I have been going nearly non-stop for 7 weeks. A haircut, and then a leg wax were scheduled, and then onto the Ford dealership to get the summer tires on. And summer has broke finally, and so the spandex shorts come out. I even got a little tanning done in the backyard, though the perps can "fix" this by having the landlord spray 2-4D on the lawn, and the awful off-gassing pong goes on for three weeks. Two years ago the landlord told me in advance, though last year they didn't at all for some curious reason.
05-06-2018
Sunday, I worked with my vineyard friend (sort of) and another guy, and finished pruning after five hours. It became sunny, and I later tanned some. I also got to attend to my laundry after yesterday's forced forget when I had all evening to do so. Perhaps the perps wanted to send me to the other laundromat and get stalked by the fat dude who seemed to be so restless and just had to stalk my ass. And lo, he concluded my putting his laundry in the dryer next to mine for crissakes. Have I mentioned that laundry is a big perp harassment theme, and it plain doesn't matter what detergent, what combination of clothes or washers and dryers I use, there is always more combinations and permutations for them to test.
And why am I getting rendered to be so grumpy of late? Added into the mix are more things going wrong, but for some reason the assholes are turning up the heat. Adding to the piss-offs too, is more forced "forgets", and over regular things I do and somehow forget for the first time. It is just plain infuriating, now more than ever. Perhaps this whole deal is to force a new round of supplements and medications, another rich testing theme for the Thems.
Anyhow, I should get this posted for the two weeks that it has been.
And what is happening such that a general malaise is encroaching enough to cause me to be indifferent to not posting for a week? I don't know, but it doesn't look good, and who knows where its going. In other words, I am getting ground down, dullified and nullified as I see it. Or are the perps backing off to some extent?
I am planting lavender plants this week at a tasting room renovation, that of my employer of 2012-14. The regular vineyard employer dropped me this week, citing that they are "all caught up". Give me a break; as the only regular employee for 22 acres of vineyard, having had an extra guy (thankfully, or else we wouldn't be caught up) for the last two months, I find this fatuous at best. Yes, there is a slack time between tying down and waiting for the new shoots to get to the first tucking wire, but there is always something to do on a vineyard. How about removing those thousands of useless stakes that have been there for 10 years? Anyhow, I live in such a managed bullshit show I have long given up on anyone articulating the truth. Even one TI whom I respect, and is the real thing, stopped talking to me a few years ago as I "wasn't activist enough". Expect me to believe that? Or did she expect me to join the 9/11 truth activists for some obscure reason? You know, join a bigger parade, and somehow expect legitimacy from it.
But there is something about planting plants the perps seem to like me to do, and I have no idea why. Planting vines has been common since 2012 when I started the vineyard work, and I have planted some vines somewhere every year. Maybe there is some psychic energy transference they have deemed to be, and expect me to be the bellwether for its' detection. I don't care, and all I want is to be left alone. Of interest, the above mentioned "extra guy" is going tree planting this week until mid-July when he has a lay-off before going tree spacing. Hardly a coincidence, but he has been a great help in getting our vineyard work done just before bud break. So while he is tree planting some 200 miles away, I am planting lavender plants for a tasting room landscaping display.
And a rare Monday off yesterday, and a visit to the specialty grocery store where I haven't been for 4 weeks, when I was once a 2x/week customer. The store is getting transformed as part of a larger chain, and nearly everything is getting moved around to great confusion. They have almost finished their renovations, and have succeeded in nixing the one product I would go there for, cooked free-run chicken. Well done, so to speak.
At this specialty grocery store they had the obligatory "just standing there" stalker outside, with the cell phone gazing feint. Immediately beforehand I had dropped off my glass recyclables at the depot, and there were six Ford Escapes in the short two blocks. Which is my ride since 2017 when my mother gave her vehicle to me. All were the same body design, before Ford gave it the squished rear look, following Nissan's design folly for some reason.
They must of had a least 15 helicopters covering me on my 4 outings over the day, and they even put on my vineyard co-worker of 2012 in a rare appearance. Not that she said hello, but was there at the grocery store checkout in the adjacent checkout line, while the fart in front of me fucked up and had to run back to the aisles to get some product that could be scanned so he could get his coupon cashed. (Checkout disruptions are very common since all this came down in 04-2002). It seemed hokey to me, even if a long time coupon avoider. But as the perps like to hound my ass over financial transactions, having someone pay with a coupon instead of a debit card is endlessly fascinating for them, even after 16 years of intense overt abuse on top of 47 years of surreptitiously hounding my ass with the regular involvement of family, employers and all others it seems in retrospect.
Said former female vineyard co-worker of 2012 also did a one-time cameo appearance at yoga after she came back from a year at the University of Chicago. We were instructed to get blocks at one corner of the room before class started, and there she was sitting on the floor behind a pillar with all the class milling around her, retrieving these brown cork blocks. I said "hi", and she returned the greeting, and then I asked her how Chicago was (that is, a 10 month Master degree program), and she gave me a grim "fine", and that was the end of our "happen-chance" encounter. And while I saw her out jogging once in the neighborhood of the same employer (near where she lives), I hadn't seen her in person since the 2014 yoga class. When the perps pull these "coincidences", I take this to be a meaningful and concerted event for them.
I suppose shuttling me between employers has also been advantageous for the perps, especially a former three year employer. I worked the weekend with their high school replacement (and gave her a ride home both days), and worked today and the rest of this week with one other new employee. I suppose it is all about getting to meet, and work with, the current employees, while I am a former employee of three years, 2012-2014. No wonder the owner laid me off for no reason in late 2014; all to enact these reprise games with my successors at the same job site. And why has it taken another four years for this to go down? Sounds like the perps have a long running plan, and don't give a shit about when it gets to fruition.
And yoga was another tattoo show; this woman with horrendous and dense tattoos down her arm was on my L side two mats away, and the late arriving only other dude "happened" to settle down within 2' of me when he could of moved to more open space 6' away. That he wore a shirt that was of the same fugly tattoo colors didn't go unnoticed. If I hate the sight of tattoos, why in the fuck do I have a multi-billion dollar budgeted organization pulling this around me? And why are tattoos so featured on celebrities these days?
And why are my dreams so invaded of late? Very detailed dreams of being on a navy ship of some kind with narrow passage ways, ladders and hatches etc. Then another night, some kind of IT dream, unrelated to my prior career they fucked me out of, and again, it was very specific as to the details. I just don't know where these are coming from in conventional terms.
05-02-2018
Another evening time nap attack, some two hours worth, leaving me in a wiped out state for another half hour, and upon awakening, dealing with the infernal leg cramps I have been getting for the last two years. Then onto the SOF supermarket, and even if a low traffic evening, the assholes were all over me. Headlights on me in the parking lot for when I exited my vehicle, then an Asian stalker looking at his cell phone while walking ahead of me and then stopping at the entrance. Entering SOF is a big deal, and I get no end of criss-crossing Fuckwits there. Then more coverage in the store, the obvious tag-team shit. Three or four of them taking turns, and lo, one gets to accompany me at the checkout.
05-03-2018
Another day of planting lavender in landscape fabric, this heavy duty plastic woven weed protection cloth some 4' wide. My co-worker of the last three days is ADD, and we have many discussions over this topic. And as it "happens", he also saw the same outrageous quack I did back in 10-2017, and to a similar pointless outcome. The question of late is do I roast the shit out of that quack on Rate MD, now having written up a concise and pithy summary of that inglorious and futile visit. Which really begs the question; why did the perps send me to this fucking asshole; for an exercise in futility, to yet again make the point of interfering with my medical care, or just as a plain disruptive stunt?
Another 2 hour nap attack this evening: I "thought" I could pull it together after an hour, but suffered a reprise wipe-out such that I could not get up, and instead, it became a two hour event. And although I have finished the book "Selected by Extraterrestrials" by William Tompkins, the nap attacks have a similar pattern. I am now reading "In Denial; Historians, Communism and Espionage" by Haynes and Klehr, a well researched book and scathing indictment of the socialist ("Old Left" and communism) promoters and historians who fronted for this "ism" in spite of the mass murderous habits of Lenin and Stalin, and feigned surprise when Nikita Kruschev made the (general) homicidal habits of Stalin known to the world in 1956. And still these "activist"or "radical" historians continued to dress up, obfuscate, deny, apologize and otherwise avoiding the re-evaluations of the motives of the Soviet empire and the concomitant human tragedy and wrapped their perfidious and devious analysis in the usual "see no evil" ideological rationalizations. The book indicates that 20 million people were killed under Stalin's reign of terror, and that does not include WWII when another 30 million Soviets were killed. I just find it appalling that we have the historians who just don't get it, and continue to dress up the murderous pig that was the Soviet state of 1920-1954. The Russian repressive ways aren't yet over, but to simply deny such historic atrocities makes them culpable, even if they lounge in cushy academic jobs in North America. Or sit around drawing pensions thereof.
Furthermore, it just appalls me that this apologist mentality, in the face of long running and horrendous state sponsored mass murder, even exists in the human psyche, never mind among ostensibly responsible and analytical academics who write this up in their political journals. But I suppose, the equally murderous regime of Pol Pot in Cambodia (CIA sponsored apparently) was another, though shorter example, where our supposed media just plain failed (somehow) to report on this in any timely way. It makes me wonder if the media isn't just some kind of manipulated shit show, where some massacres get to run for longer, and others don't. Another example is Rwanda, where it was plain that the UN was willfully dragging their ass on on connecting with the reality as reported on the ground, which was extensively reported by Romeo Dallaire in his book "Shake Hands with the Devil". So just who is deciding on human massacre reportage anyhow? Never mind for the moment as to the genesis of this awfulness, or that its incipient stages just never get stopped.
And continuing the ongoing book reading interference, the perp assholes had me lose my page before I got reading again, and I had to resume from a point in the book that I remembered. In other words, forced re-reading is just hilarious to the sick asses that run this show. And too, my viticulture worker friend (always a circumspect term), a former co-worker, phoned just before my butt hit the seat to start reading this book.
My daughter gave me a few days notice that she was running in a marathon in Oregon this past weekend. She never communicates much, and this bullshit started about six months before the Fuckover, when the perps first went berserk/overt in 04-2002. Whatever; I was glad for any contact, and I did track her race progress via an app on my phone that day, while working. I sent her a congratulatory text when her finish was confirmed by the race app. (A 9:47 pace for crissakes). Two days later, I get an email from the ex with attached pictures at the event, boyfriend there too. Obviously I wasn't invited, as I would of got months of advance notice, but that is how the perps manage my relationship with my only child. I note for the first time that my ex's new married surname is "Johns", a rather ironic twist that simply cannot be coincidence. It is the same name as her son, as it is mine, and so in plural form, her new married surname suggests both of us. Who scripts this ridiculousness? Not that I am up on her relationship life in any way, but as it seems, it was a 3 year run-up before she got married, to someone (whom I first met at my perp abetting mother's place in 01-2015) who has this ironic surname, and of course, is appropriate long-term relationship (and age matched) material for her. Unbelievable to me, and way off the coincidence meter IMHO. As in "hammering the peg", where on analog meters of old, the minimum and maximum ranges on the gauge had a small projecting metal peg to stop the needle on the meter dial from physically heading into a range beyond the instrument's analytical capability.
And why are the masers now more prevalent than "normal"; these floating wispy or sporadic black or greyish blobs, dots etc. that keep showing up in my vision, even as I type this. Most often I divert my gaze, only to have them re-establish within a few seconds. Or else I look at something completely different and they set up again. And the masers have a phenomenal ability to track the very words on the page, exactly where I am looking. It was especially notable today when I was reading a book outside on the first sunny day off this year. Well done abuse I say. Now just fuck off; after 16 years of this utterly insane shit, still no let up.
05-04-2018
Working on the lavender planting for the employer's tasting room today. My co-worker is one of those contrary workers; he seems to fuck off with the tools I need, be in the wrong place, or otherwise inadvertently slow up the job. Interestingly though, he went to the same shrink I did in around the same time, fall-2017, and got nowhere with his ADD treatment, same result as me. He also thought the fucker was nuts, as did I. So... is this shrink turning away ADD patients for his own purposes to get more the patients he wants, possibly so he can pass them onto drug testing outfits, or is this part of a concerted but covert initiative to obstruct ADD patients? I don't know or care; the net outcome is the same; I and he both got screwed by the same asshole with the same complaint.
05-05-2018
A Saturday, and a rare day off as I have been going nearly non-stop for 7 weeks. A haircut, and then a leg wax were scheduled, and then onto the Ford dealership to get the summer tires on. And summer has broke finally, and so the spandex shorts come out. I even got a little tanning done in the backyard, though the perps can "fix" this by having the landlord spray 2-4D on the lawn, and the awful off-gassing pong goes on for three weeks. Two years ago the landlord told me in advance, though last year they didn't at all for some curious reason.
05-06-2018
Sunday, I worked with my vineyard friend (sort of) and another guy, and finished pruning after five hours. It became sunny, and I later tanned some. I also got to attend to my laundry after yesterday's forced forget when I had all evening to do so. Perhaps the perps wanted to send me to the other laundromat and get stalked by the fat dude who seemed to be so restless and just had to stalk my ass. And lo, he concluded my putting his laundry in the dryer next to mine for crissakes. Have I mentioned that laundry is a big perp harassment theme, and it plain doesn't matter what detergent, what combination of clothes or washers and dryers I use, there is always more combinations and permutations for them to test.
And why am I getting rendered to be so grumpy of late? Added into the mix are more things going wrong, but for some reason the assholes are turning up the heat. Adding to the piss-offs too, is more forced "forgets", and over regular things I do and somehow forget for the first time. It is just plain infuriating, now more than ever. Perhaps this whole deal is to force a new round of supplements and medications, another rich testing theme for the Thems.
Anyhow, I should get this posted for the two weeks that it has been.
Sunday, September 17, 2017
Blue Plasma Dot Matrix
09-11-2017
The blue plasma dot matrix came on this morning. This is where a uniform field of bright blue dots (2-3mm), in a orthogonal pattern (matrix), dots spaced 3-4", stays in my visual field for about 5 seconds, and follows my vision; wherever I look, it is there for that duration. And what was the event that precipitated this occurrence? Why, I was looking for my glasses when I got up, and didn't find them in the usual location under my cot on its dark blue towel (where I put them every night), but for some reason I left them in the bathroom. So, on my way into the bathroom, and when identifying and then retrieving my glasses I had this blue plasma dot matrix in my visual field. Other such blue plasma dot matrix occurrences have been when I am changing my clothes, always a big perp event, the energy change with clothing changes, that is, changes of color and fabrics and whatever energy interaction that brings to one's physical state. As of late, I get a plasma dot matrix show about once every two weeks.
Which augments why gangstalkers just love to arrange clothing changes in my presence, (putting on or off sweaters or jackets) or on rare occasions, more ridiculous partial clothes; e.g. one guy had his shirt cut vertically (not short) so that his half shirt covered his L side only, the R side bare skin. And of course, they like to be around me whenever I make clothing changes of an expectable and normal weather or comfort related nature. I don't cut up my clothing and do the weird gangstalker nonsense. Nor do I wander around in summer like some males, even elder males, walking the streets with no shirt. Just patently absurd.
Miles Mathis calls the 2017 Charlotesville Event fake, and has this zinger of a posting to back it up. I haven't read all the research or checked out all the youtube references, but I think he is right. Too bad President Trump didn't call it fake too, but then I suppose he is part of the facade, not to mention stirring it all up some more. Though I am totally on board with Trump's perspective, as much as I don't think he will be a good president, not even a mediocre one. According to one of his ex aides, the Trump administration is no longer the one the voters voted for. Why am I not surprised, as it has long been my determination based on extrapolating this harassment experience, that the governments of Western nations are but a pretense.
Of perturbing note in the above reference to Sunstein, and his notorious 2008 paper "Conspiracy Theories" and the quote;
is the term, "cognitive infiltration" for conspiracts. Which means everybody in effect, as one is in constant state of awareness, and detecting conspiracies, fudges, dodges, lies and other BS is what humans do all the time. Some do it for a living, e.g. LEO's and justice system professionals, and anyone who evaluates human behavior for a living. And of course, the 9-11 analysis, some of which is mentioned below, and news to me, some don't believe any aircraft were crashed that day.
As a TI, I can say "cognitive infiltration" has been going on all my life, and over the last 15 years of this senseless and relentless harassment, it has developed to "cognitive governance" (by remote means). It is a slippery slope for sure; developing and refining the capabilities of remotely governing one individual (thousands of TI's in fact) , and then applying the findings to the masses in varying degrees, depending on the objectives of the puppet master.
Speaking of puppet masters, this time going back into recorded history, I read an excellent book titled "The Gods of Eden" by William Bramley. From the back cover "as a result of seven years of intensive research, William Bramley has uncovered the sinister thread that links humanity's darkest events.... Bramley presents disturbing evidence of an alien presence on Earth- extraterrestrial visitors who have conspired to dominate Humankind through violence and chaos since the beginning of time... a conspiracy which continues to this very day". His research is solid, and not conflationary (adding facts together), and he really didn't want to accept his findings at first, as it was his intent to only write a book on the causes of war, thinking it was largely monetary or territorial gain, but at each turn, there were organized background players (the Brotherhood), who at times, had alien influences or connections. Highly recommended.
One interesting history analysis I found was that the House of Hanover (of Germany) managed to install their own monarch in England, who then promoted more wars needing mercenaries from Germany. And at huge costs to the Treasury, but then, governments overspending is nothing new, is it?
My landlords are away, and did mention that a plumber is coming to do some work on the house. But they did not say the plumber would shut down the water supply, so that leaves me showerless at the moment, some two hours into my morning, my first of being unemployed after seven months of vineyard work. Not a coincidence I am sure, though I am hard pressed to know what it is. That the perps have an abiding interest in my water supply, intake, exposure (say swimming, showering), and laundering is an understatement to say the least. They made that plain by stealing just laundered clothing, twice, in the first year of this abuse-athon. And they do love water leaks, as well as flicking drops around. Sometimes I read about city water mains bursting and wonder if the perps aren't up to their usual games, just that is has a semblance of plausible cause. Then of course, one could take that to the level of floods, e.g. two recent hurricanes, Irma (Texas) and Harvey (Florida), and the attendant storm surges.
Now 1100h, and the water is back on. Thanks for the notice. I have nothing really to complain about given the weather catastrophes, that is hurricanes, mentioned above.
Yoga tonight; a new schedule and they have now down graded my regular class time once more into a more mellow moksana class. Three years ago the manager was mentioning that I needed more of a challenge. Well she didn't take her own advice, and has twice downgraded power (ashtenga) yoga now to this lame-assed form. Perhaps it is my hint to move on elsewhere, not unusual in how things work out in this ongoing abuse-athon.
09-12-2017
Out doing errands this morning, my first non-working Monday in 7 months,and what a gangstalk shit show. Not only reams of vehicular gangstalking, on the road, but vehicular cluster fucks in every parking lot. And of "course" ambulatory stalkers to cover me when I traversed the parking lot. And of "course" the pit lampers, the ones that constantly "happen" to be aiming their headlights at me, especially at building egress. The perps had me is some kind of special state, perhaps de-energizing my temporal lobes (again) as I felt kind of stoned or floaty. Laying on extra stalking attention when they pull this shit has been noted in the past.
And in the long running game of things going wrong, a food order has gone missing. A wholesaler who drops the order off at my address and then apparently, doesn't tell anyone. [later] It was sorted out; the delivery dipshit phoned on Friday, four days ago, but didn't leave a message and left the food order (a cardboard box) at the W side of the landlord's house, an area they don't frequent. So the landlord missed it, and the delivery dipshit didn't leave a message, and it sat there outside for four days. Miraculously no animals got into it, as it would of fed 100's of raccoons for weeks. All this started from getting one of those peculiar "phone calls" where it doesn't ring but only leaves a log entry, and abetted by the dipshit delivery twit not leaving a message and then not responding to an email, all assuming this wasn't staged. All to leave my food outside for four days, some 80' away on the other side of the landlord's house. Have I had enough of this shit?
And what is it about ensuring TI's get shit service, this time my amplifier that was sent to the bus depot two weeks ago. I didn't get any confirmation that it was picked up, so finally I sent an email to ask. Two days later I get a reply to say they will look at it next week. Give me a break; this whole deal is about slowing me down, sandbagging every event, especially in the service realm.
09-13-2017
A work day, the first this week. I was staking the newly planted vines and putting a milk carton around them. The latter serves to protect the vulnerable plants from herbicide applications. The stakes are for training the plants vertical in the coming years. Not exciting, especially when the neighboring house owner has suddenly developed a HD habit, making sure to put on the noise for longer and with excessive rev-ing, just so I got plenty of that infernal noise. The road traffic was also cranked up, and they seemed to like to make noise just when I was putting the stake in the ground, or affixing the clip to hold the stake to the wire. Go figure.
09-14-2017
Vineyard work again, this time deleafing all day, and then onto my IV vitamin C treatment in preparing myself for radiotherapy in two weeks. I don't seem to get a whole lot from it, save my dental gums are putting on growth after years of recession.
How many sonic weapon attacks do we need, or "health attacks" if you prefer, before the idiotic naysayers finally admit that there just might be such a weapon? US and Canadian embassy personnel were targeted in their own homes, or one instance in a hotel, and could remove themselves from the worst of the attacks. Though it seems others were attacked by way of covert means, and developed symptoms without debilitating sensations. Sure enough, some techo-twit is quoted as saying it is impossible without being in immersed in a pool, and the water delivering the sonic attack. Absurd; where do the find these turkeys, and why do they quote them? According to the CBC radio program "As it Happens", such weapons have been developed for military use, its just now that specific individuals can now be targeted, though seemingly, not actively (trained on them while the target is moving, unlike what I have experienced).
As one who has experienced debilitating beam wave attacks that inflict painful head pains, in my residence, on the street and in hotel rooms, I can say these kind of attacks are very doable and they can be aimed to follow one around. And if you try to protect yourself by putting one's arms over your head, you will buy about 10-20 seconds of relief before the assholes re-aim it, or else increase the intensity after reading one's pain level remotely, and they then re-apply the pains again. The perps pulled this shit in 2002, and some in 2003, and the only defence I had was to be around metal; vehicles, though in fact they may have workarounds for this one too. So here they are, pummeling embassy staff in Cuba, and the press duly trots out some blather about saying it is impossible. If you haven't come to your own determination, the media is stage managed, right down to the last comma. I do believe these attacks are real, but the media isn't doing squat, the UK Guardian is doing better than North American media mush purveyors.
09-15-2017
De-leafing in the vineyard all day, with the weather a little warmer than yesterday. The scope of the work increased, so an extra day of work out of the deal. As "usual", the visitations, noise and like perturbations erupt while I am at the row end, and turn 180 degrees to go down the adjacent row. Yesterday, I was asked to help with the dog (hopeless, as it likes to jump on me), help with the ditch digging machine, asked to dig a hole, and the construction types "happened" to arrive when I started the first row. I also got two phone calls at the end of another row as well, and I get about two calls a week on average.
I got nailed for a one hour nap attack when I got back from work today, all the while the text message was pinging on my phone, and I was drifting in and out of sleep. It took 20 minutes being awake before I could get up.
09-17-2017
A not-much-done day yesterday (Saturday); a late get-up time and some web surfing, and then it was time for my haircut and leg wax appointment. It was a blonde, or sort-of blonde cutie on the latter. She had blonde on black hair, about half of each, so I didn't know which was for real. I suppose it was yet another blonde variation test. The hair stylist was OK; the glasses didn't help. But plenty of eye candy coursing about, with the odd interjection of a fat girl, and there were at least four of them taking turns to pass by. Plus one major tattoo job, she with a single arm full, and would alternatively have it visible in the mirror on one side, and then somehow arrange for the non-tattoo arm to be visible at other times. Plus some elder folks in the mirror, with those god-awful curlers on. In other words, more babe-bait with visual interjections of the Unfavored. Nothing new there, but this spa, esthetics and hair school is just the perfect place to have lots of activity around me, and all the better with all the mirror, now re-oriented to take in a wider view. (They were rotated from the longer vertical side to now being horizontal in a minor summertime renovation).
And for some reason I got on with vacuum cleaning at my residence afterward, an biweekly event at best, but something I wanted to get onto. The motivation just came on for some reason.
My web surfing has for "some reason" got into some morbid territory, all from Google, lest one think I have gone into the "dark web", whatever that means. Somehow I came across the 2007 Meredith Kercher murder in Perugia, Italy, and the twice accused, twice acquitted Amanda Knox of Seattle, plus her Italian boyfriend. (Curiously, the web site isn't up to date to detail the 2015 appeal, and acquittal; -perhaps the author was too disgusted). Based on the evidence presented on this site, I don't know how they got off, when another seeming accomplice was found guilty, the one who it seems immediately fled and wasn't involved in the clean up. (Footprints of all three were picked up via a forensic light analysis, plus one from each of the acquitted). It seems that there was a whole lot of cleaning up of the evidence that tragic night, but it seems there was still enough to convict based on what I see here, playing armchair prosecutor. And the faked break-in, and the clever lies by both of the co-accused, and also their changing story. But of course there is a bias to this site, but it seems the Italian justice system just didn't want to know, and with a whole lot of myth making from the accused camp, they were acquitted by way of recursive sub-setting (reduction) of the allowable evidence, and didn't allow new evidence to be introduced. And the guy in jail isn't saying anything. The entire justice proceedings outcome just doesn't add up, nor does the rationale for the murder, and makes me wonder if it wasn't some kind of faked show, for whatever reason the perps like to do this. The Seattle connection has me curious too, as I lived there for 3.5 years, 1999 to 2002. A much more spectacular multiple murder was the Sharon Tate murders of 1969 and it seems that it was faked (86pp!) we now learn from Miles Mathis.
Then onto "Pizzagate", something that didn't play very big here in Canada, but it is just simply appalling that these pedophile rings seem to reach the highest levels and yet nothing is done about it. But then again, it is the same in the UK; Jimmy Savile plied his perversions on children for 50 years, and was never charged. That he was abetted by the BBC is an understatement. And lo, a recent revelation by another of the UK's finest, another knight (aka, "Sir") who also got away, in the Irish slang, meaning that he died before any public accusations or legal proceedings were made. (Lost the links as to the name). Both these perverts rubbed shoulders with the monarchy for crissakes. I don't want to get into this topic too much, as is goes much, much deeper. I just find it curious that for some reason the perps wanted me to know this now.
And if all the above "conspiracy" stuff, (it is not, and I loathe this term as a dumping ground for the don't-want-to-know crowd), wasn't enough, and so today I had another look at 9-11 material. The likelihood of cell phone calls from commercial aircraft don't add up from that altitude and speed, nor do the physics of those aircraft penetrating the World Trade towers, and nor does the Pentagon and Shanksville crash make any physical sense. Rebekah Roth, a former flight attendant, author of Methodical Deception (curiously written as fiction) is speaking to George Noory on youtube (60 min.) and details a number of inconsistencies with the behavior of the flight attendants that fateful day, one of whom was on her cell phone (apparently) for 27 minutes. Also of interest is that there is an expected norm of a six minute response time for military response for hijacked aircraft in the US. Her theory is that the aircraft were flown to a base near Boston, which was under a total evacuation order, and some selected passengers were pulled off to then recite a script on their cell phones. (The calls lacked the characteristic background noise of an aircraft in flight). This base had sufficient hanger space to hide all four aircraft. Others make the claim, with justification, that there were no aircraft involved in any of the 9-11 crashes. As to what the disposition of the passengers and crew were is murky of course, because Roth suggests that they were gassed inside the aircraft, based on the cell phone calls. Well if the calls were faked by way of a script supplied to selected passengers removed from the aircraft, then we don't really know what happened to them. (One youtube re-plays the message of one flight attendant, and sneaks in, "its a frame" at the very end of the call).
It is all too curious to say the least; the whole 9-11 events aren't anything what they seemed. But I do find it most curious that flight KAL 007, which was apparently shot down as it inadvertently traveled over Soviet airspace, seems to have ditched in the waters after a shrapnel missile from a fighter jet punctured the airframe and caused depressurization, and the passengers rescued, and with so little characteristic debris of a crash. So again, what happened to them all? And why these two disparate aircraft crash events, neither of which fitted the mainstream media descriptions (then or now), end up with live and uninjured passengers, and they all just disappear? It would seem that the 9-11 events were a bigger version of KAL 007, among other events such as the WTC destruction.
Onto matters pedantic and fraught; no wonder the perps had me switch employers this year in mid-season,- they wanted my unemployment application to be big hassle as quitting a job is a red flag for no benefits. No matter that I left one employer and went to the next inside of two days. Now the online application has gone into an infinite loop over "farm income", when I am an employee. Adding to the administrative complexity is that my second employer manages a vineyard for someone else, but also has their own vineyard where I also worked. On top of that, I was paid from the single employer, but in mid-employment they split pay from each source. The perps just love these complications and love to grind victims into these complicated situations that defy online form filling. Never mind that the application app seemed to have failed, per infinite loop.
Enough for a week, and we shall sift through the administrative complications for another time. We cannot have straightforward unemployment benefit applications three years in succession, can we. The perps constantly insist that thing must fuck up.
The blue plasma dot matrix came on this morning. This is where a uniform field of bright blue dots (2-3mm), in a orthogonal pattern (matrix), dots spaced 3-4", stays in my visual field for about 5 seconds, and follows my vision; wherever I look, it is there for that duration. And what was the event that precipitated this occurrence? Why, I was looking for my glasses when I got up, and didn't find them in the usual location under my cot on its dark blue towel (where I put them every night), but for some reason I left them in the bathroom. So, on my way into the bathroom, and when identifying and then retrieving my glasses I had this blue plasma dot matrix in my visual field. Other such blue plasma dot matrix occurrences have been when I am changing my clothes, always a big perp event, the energy change with clothing changes, that is, changes of color and fabrics and whatever energy interaction that brings to one's physical state. As of late, I get a plasma dot matrix show about once every two weeks.
Which augments why gangstalkers just love to arrange clothing changes in my presence, (putting on or off sweaters or jackets) or on rare occasions, more ridiculous partial clothes; e.g. one guy had his shirt cut vertically (not short) so that his half shirt covered his L side only, the R side bare skin. And of course, they like to be around me whenever I make clothing changes of an expectable and normal weather or comfort related nature. I don't cut up my clothing and do the weird gangstalker nonsense. Nor do I wander around in summer like some males, even elder males, walking the streets with no shirt. Just patently absurd.
Miles Mathis calls the 2017 Charlotesville Event fake, and has this zinger of a posting to back it up. I haven't read all the research or checked out all the youtube references, but I think he is right. Too bad President Trump didn't call it fake too, but then I suppose he is part of the facade, not to mention stirring it all up some more. Though I am totally on board with Trump's perspective, as much as I don't think he will be a good president, not even a mediocre one. According to one of his ex aides, the Trump administration is no longer the one the voters voted for. Why am I not surprised, as it has long been my determination based on extrapolating this harassment experience, that the governments of Western nations are but a pretense.
Of perturbing note in the above reference to Sunstein, and his notorious 2008 paper "Conspiracy Theories" and the quote;
Our main policy idea is that government should engage in cognitive infiltration of the groups that produce conspiracy theories.
is the term, "cognitive infiltration" for conspiracts. Which means everybody in effect, as one is in constant state of awareness, and detecting conspiracies, fudges, dodges, lies and other BS is what humans do all the time. Some do it for a living, e.g. LEO's and justice system professionals, and anyone who evaluates human behavior for a living. And of course, the 9-11 analysis, some of which is mentioned below, and news to me, some don't believe any aircraft were crashed that day.
As a TI, I can say "cognitive infiltration" has been going on all my life, and over the last 15 years of this senseless and relentless harassment, it has developed to "cognitive governance" (by remote means). It is a slippery slope for sure; developing and refining the capabilities of remotely governing one individual (thousands of TI's in fact) , and then applying the findings to the masses in varying degrees, depending on the objectives of the puppet master.
Speaking of puppet masters, this time going back into recorded history, I read an excellent book titled "The Gods of Eden" by William Bramley. From the back cover "as a result of seven years of intensive research, William Bramley has uncovered the sinister thread that links humanity's darkest events.... Bramley presents disturbing evidence of an alien presence on Earth- extraterrestrial visitors who have conspired to dominate Humankind through violence and chaos since the beginning of time... a conspiracy which continues to this very day". His research is solid, and not conflationary (adding facts together), and he really didn't want to accept his findings at first, as it was his intent to only write a book on the causes of war, thinking it was largely monetary or territorial gain, but at each turn, there were organized background players (the Brotherhood), who at times, had alien influences or connections. Highly recommended.
One interesting history analysis I found was that the House of Hanover (of Germany) managed to install their own monarch in England, who then promoted more wars needing mercenaries from Germany. And at huge costs to the Treasury, but then, governments overspending is nothing new, is it?
My landlords are away, and did mention that a plumber is coming to do some work on the house. But they did not say the plumber would shut down the water supply, so that leaves me showerless at the moment, some two hours into my morning, my first of being unemployed after seven months of vineyard work. Not a coincidence I am sure, though I am hard pressed to know what it is. That the perps have an abiding interest in my water supply, intake, exposure (say swimming, showering), and laundering is an understatement to say the least. They made that plain by stealing just laundered clothing, twice, in the first year of this abuse-athon. And they do love water leaks, as well as flicking drops around. Sometimes I read about city water mains bursting and wonder if the perps aren't up to their usual games, just that is has a semblance of plausible cause. Then of course, one could take that to the level of floods, e.g. two recent hurricanes, Irma (Texas) and Harvey (Florida), and the attendant storm surges.
Now 1100h, and the water is back on. Thanks for the notice. I have nothing really to complain about given the weather catastrophes, that is hurricanes, mentioned above.
Yoga tonight; a new schedule and they have now down graded my regular class time once more into a more mellow moksana class. Three years ago the manager was mentioning that I needed more of a challenge. Well she didn't take her own advice, and has twice downgraded power (ashtenga) yoga now to this lame-assed form. Perhaps it is my hint to move on elsewhere, not unusual in how things work out in this ongoing abuse-athon.
09-12-2017
Out doing errands this morning, my first non-working Monday in 7 months,and what a gangstalk shit show. Not only reams of vehicular gangstalking, on the road, but vehicular cluster fucks in every parking lot. And of "course" ambulatory stalkers to cover me when I traversed the parking lot. And of "course" the pit lampers, the ones that constantly "happen" to be aiming their headlights at me, especially at building egress. The perps had me is some kind of special state, perhaps de-energizing my temporal lobes (again) as I felt kind of stoned or floaty. Laying on extra stalking attention when they pull this shit has been noted in the past.
And in the long running game of things going wrong, a food order has gone missing. A wholesaler who drops the order off at my address and then apparently, doesn't tell anyone. [later] It was sorted out; the delivery dipshit phoned on Friday, four days ago, but didn't leave a message and left the food order (a cardboard box) at the W side of the landlord's house, an area they don't frequent. So the landlord missed it, and the delivery dipshit didn't leave a message, and it sat there outside for four days. Miraculously no animals got into it, as it would of fed 100's of raccoons for weeks. All this started from getting one of those peculiar "phone calls" where it doesn't ring but only leaves a log entry, and abetted by the dipshit delivery twit not leaving a message and then not responding to an email, all assuming this wasn't staged. All to leave my food outside for four days, some 80' away on the other side of the landlord's house. Have I had enough of this shit?
And what is it about ensuring TI's get shit service, this time my amplifier that was sent to the bus depot two weeks ago. I didn't get any confirmation that it was picked up, so finally I sent an email to ask. Two days later I get a reply to say they will look at it next week. Give me a break; this whole deal is about slowing me down, sandbagging every event, especially in the service realm.
09-13-2017
A work day, the first this week. I was staking the newly planted vines and putting a milk carton around them. The latter serves to protect the vulnerable plants from herbicide applications. The stakes are for training the plants vertical in the coming years. Not exciting, especially when the neighboring house owner has suddenly developed a HD habit, making sure to put on the noise for longer and with excessive rev-ing, just so I got plenty of that infernal noise. The road traffic was also cranked up, and they seemed to like to make noise just when I was putting the stake in the ground, or affixing the clip to hold the stake to the wire. Go figure.
09-14-2017
Vineyard work again, this time deleafing all day, and then onto my IV vitamin C treatment in preparing myself for radiotherapy in two weeks. I don't seem to get a whole lot from it, save my dental gums are putting on growth after years of recession.
How many sonic weapon attacks do we need, or "health attacks" if you prefer, before the idiotic naysayers finally admit that there just might be such a weapon? US and Canadian embassy personnel were targeted in their own homes, or one instance in a hotel, and could remove themselves from the worst of the attacks. Though it seems others were attacked by way of covert means, and developed symptoms without debilitating sensations. Sure enough, some techo-twit is quoted as saying it is impossible without being in immersed in a pool, and the water delivering the sonic attack. Absurd; where do the find these turkeys, and why do they quote them? According to the CBC radio program "As it Happens", such weapons have been developed for military use, its just now that specific individuals can now be targeted, though seemingly, not actively (trained on them while the target is moving, unlike what I have experienced).
As one who has experienced debilitating beam wave attacks that inflict painful head pains, in my residence, on the street and in hotel rooms, I can say these kind of attacks are very doable and they can be aimed to follow one around. And if you try to protect yourself by putting one's arms over your head, you will buy about 10-20 seconds of relief before the assholes re-aim it, or else increase the intensity after reading one's pain level remotely, and they then re-apply the pains again. The perps pulled this shit in 2002, and some in 2003, and the only defence I had was to be around metal; vehicles, though in fact they may have workarounds for this one too. So here they are, pummeling embassy staff in Cuba, and the press duly trots out some blather about saying it is impossible. If you haven't come to your own determination, the media is stage managed, right down to the last comma. I do believe these attacks are real, but the media isn't doing squat, the UK Guardian is doing better than North American media mush purveyors.
09-15-2017
De-leafing in the vineyard all day, with the weather a little warmer than yesterday. The scope of the work increased, so an extra day of work out of the deal. As "usual", the visitations, noise and like perturbations erupt while I am at the row end, and turn 180 degrees to go down the adjacent row. Yesterday, I was asked to help with the dog (hopeless, as it likes to jump on me), help with the ditch digging machine, asked to dig a hole, and the construction types "happened" to arrive when I started the first row. I also got two phone calls at the end of another row as well, and I get about two calls a week on average.
I got nailed for a one hour nap attack when I got back from work today, all the while the text message was pinging on my phone, and I was drifting in and out of sleep. It took 20 minutes being awake before I could get up.
09-17-2017
A not-much-done day yesterday (Saturday); a late get-up time and some web surfing, and then it was time for my haircut and leg wax appointment. It was a blonde, or sort-of blonde cutie on the latter. She had blonde on black hair, about half of each, so I didn't know which was for real. I suppose it was yet another blonde variation test. The hair stylist was OK; the glasses didn't help. But plenty of eye candy coursing about, with the odd interjection of a fat girl, and there were at least four of them taking turns to pass by. Plus one major tattoo job, she with a single arm full, and would alternatively have it visible in the mirror on one side, and then somehow arrange for the non-tattoo arm to be visible at other times. Plus some elder folks in the mirror, with those god-awful curlers on. In other words, more babe-bait with visual interjections of the Unfavored. Nothing new there, but this spa, esthetics and hair school is just the perfect place to have lots of activity around me, and all the better with all the mirror, now re-oriented to take in a wider view. (They were rotated from the longer vertical side to now being horizontal in a minor summertime renovation).
And for some reason I got on with vacuum cleaning at my residence afterward, an biweekly event at best, but something I wanted to get onto. The motivation just came on for some reason.
My web surfing has for "some reason" got into some morbid territory, all from Google, lest one think I have gone into the "dark web", whatever that means. Somehow I came across the 2007 Meredith Kercher murder in Perugia, Italy, and the twice accused, twice acquitted Amanda Knox of Seattle, plus her Italian boyfriend. (Curiously, the web site isn't up to date to detail the 2015 appeal, and acquittal; -perhaps the author was too disgusted). Based on the evidence presented on this site, I don't know how they got off, when another seeming accomplice was found guilty, the one who it seems immediately fled and wasn't involved in the clean up. (Footprints of all three were picked up via a forensic light analysis, plus one from each of the acquitted). It seems that there was a whole lot of cleaning up of the evidence that tragic night, but it seems there was still enough to convict based on what I see here, playing armchair prosecutor. And the faked break-in, and the clever lies by both of the co-accused, and also their changing story. But of course there is a bias to this site, but it seems the Italian justice system just didn't want to know, and with a whole lot of myth making from the accused camp, they were acquitted by way of recursive sub-setting (reduction) of the allowable evidence, and didn't allow new evidence to be introduced. And the guy in jail isn't saying anything. The entire justice proceedings outcome just doesn't add up, nor does the rationale for the murder, and makes me wonder if it wasn't some kind of faked show, for whatever reason the perps like to do this. The Seattle connection has me curious too, as I lived there for 3.5 years, 1999 to 2002. A much more spectacular multiple murder was the Sharon Tate murders of 1969 and it seems that it was faked (86pp!) we now learn from Miles Mathis.
Then onto "Pizzagate", something that didn't play very big here in Canada, but it is just simply appalling that these pedophile rings seem to reach the highest levels and yet nothing is done about it. But then again, it is the same in the UK; Jimmy Savile plied his perversions on children for 50 years, and was never charged. That he was abetted by the BBC is an understatement. And lo, a recent revelation by another of the UK's finest, another knight (aka, "Sir") who also got away, in the Irish slang, meaning that he died before any public accusations or legal proceedings were made. (Lost the links as to the name). Both these perverts rubbed shoulders with the monarchy for crissakes. I don't want to get into this topic too much, as is goes much, much deeper. I just find it curious that for some reason the perps wanted me to know this now.
And if all the above "conspiracy" stuff, (it is not, and I loathe this term as a dumping ground for the don't-want-to-know crowd), wasn't enough, and so today I had another look at 9-11 material. The likelihood of cell phone calls from commercial aircraft don't add up from that altitude and speed, nor do the physics of those aircraft penetrating the World Trade towers, and nor does the Pentagon and Shanksville crash make any physical sense. Rebekah Roth, a former flight attendant, author of Methodical Deception (curiously written as fiction) is speaking to George Noory on youtube (60 min.) and details a number of inconsistencies with the behavior of the flight attendants that fateful day, one of whom was on her cell phone (apparently) for 27 minutes. Also of interest is that there is an expected norm of a six minute response time for military response for hijacked aircraft in the US. Her theory is that the aircraft were flown to a base near Boston, which was under a total evacuation order, and some selected passengers were pulled off to then recite a script on their cell phones. (The calls lacked the characteristic background noise of an aircraft in flight). This base had sufficient hanger space to hide all four aircraft. Others make the claim, with justification, that there were no aircraft involved in any of the 9-11 crashes. As to what the disposition of the passengers and crew were is murky of course, because Roth suggests that they were gassed inside the aircraft, based on the cell phone calls. Well if the calls were faked by way of a script supplied to selected passengers removed from the aircraft, then we don't really know what happened to them. (One youtube re-plays the message of one flight attendant, and sneaks in, "its a frame" at the very end of the call).
It is all too curious to say the least; the whole 9-11 events aren't anything what they seemed. But I do find it most curious that flight KAL 007, which was apparently shot down as it inadvertently traveled over Soviet airspace, seems to have ditched in the waters after a shrapnel missile from a fighter jet punctured the airframe and caused depressurization, and the passengers rescued, and with so little characteristic debris of a crash. So again, what happened to them all? And why these two disparate aircraft crash events, neither of which fitted the mainstream media descriptions (then or now), end up with live and uninjured passengers, and they all just disappear? It would seem that the 9-11 events were a bigger version of KAL 007, among other events such as the WTC destruction.
Onto matters pedantic and fraught; no wonder the perps had me switch employers this year in mid-season,- they wanted my unemployment application to be big hassle as quitting a job is a red flag for no benefits. No matter that I left one employer and went to the next inside of two days. Now the online application has gone into an infinite loop over "farm income", when I am an employee. Adding to the administrative complexity is that my second employer manages a vineyard for someone else, but also has their own vineyard where I also worked. On top of that, I was paid from the single employer, but in mid-employment they split pay from each source. The perps just love these complications and love to grind victims into these complicated situations that defy online form filling. Never mind that the application app seemed to have failed, per infinite loop.
Enough for a week, and we shall sift through the administrative complications for another time. We cannot have straightforward unemployment benefit applications three years in succession, can we. The perps constantly insist that thing must fuck up.
Sunday, June 19, 2016
Two Employer Shuffle
06-13-2016
That is, two employers in one day of work. I was seconded to an alternate employer for the last three days, and still there today until 1030h, when the primary employer called and wanted me back to attend to some vineyard trellis work. As the work site was nearby, it wasn't a big deal. This might seem like a "so what" to most folks, but for the Psychopaths who run/ruin my existence, (not called a life anymore), it is a big deal. As to why or for what means, I have no idea. Regular readers will know, as may other TI's, the Psychopaths (aka perps, too cute of a name for what they do), are besotted with all concepts of employment in all its facets, from who, what gender, what location, remuneration, work tasks, employment cessation (seasonal work), work longevity etc. Just think of all the concepts and parameters of having work, and the perps are manipulating it somewhere for some strange end.
And when transiting between employers, of course the vehicular gangstalking was out on this very remote road, even leading ahead of me and making the same peculiar R turn at a fork as I had to, and lo, if they only went 200m and then pulled into a parking area and turned around. No sane mission would of caused anyone to not only coincide (har, har) to lead me on this remote road, but also to turnaround for no seeming reason. Vehicular gangstalking doesn't get any more obvious than that.
Then on the way home, past the regular employer's vineyard, why, they put on a vehicular accident with the fire truck out and attendant flashing lights and single lane alternating traffic controlled by said fireman in the capacity of traffic control techs. And all this some 100m N of where I and my work colleague were on traffic control duty some five days ago. Another designed coincidence IMHO. And seemingly, this wasn't a faked accident, as there were some debris on the road, though I did not see a second vehicle. [The linked story indicates three vehicles collided].
06-14-2016
On-off rain, as it has been for the last 5 days, save one. But more often, big dark clouds gather, threaten rain, and then skirt by without unloading. The threat of rain seems to be much of a perp objective as the real thing. Or is it the change in sky colors, from light grey to deep grey? Plenty of past harassment experience suggests that, but in reality I have no idea, and I don't care. Just leave me the fuck alone and I will do fine, even with the latest clinical insult (see prior posting).
06-15-2016
The perps are on the rag tonight; at least 10 screamings at the assholes. Pulling items from my hand, creating extra kitchen mess, fucking with the on switch for this LCD display, etc. and as a background, planting notions about the prostate cancer imposition they laid on me a week ago.
It was bad enough pushing a rope over the dopamine (and iron) deficiency problem for the last six months, and now they laid on a new one, "prostate cancer". Worse yet, the "good doctor" wants me off testosterone when it is prostate protective. On the other hand, she prescribes something to help my immune system. On the phone last week she said, "together we can beat this (prostate cancer)". Some chance of that. BUT interestingly enough, she did suggest an iron transfusion as I don't absorb it much from my diet or supplements. Though, she has yet to call me back to set up an appointment. How "together" is that? Baited and then jerked with, that is all I know from any clinical so-called "professional", save the urologist, an unmitigated jerk. The dentist is excepted though.
Some 211 page views of last week's posting, far exceeding the usual 20 to 40. Now back to 20 or so a day later. No comments. So what is the attraction or is it all spoofed?
06-16-2016
More sixes and numeric alliteration in the date. Exciting times for sickos.
I got hit with a two hour nap attack this evening. Talk about punching a hole in my free time, as I worked all day on warehouse and then vineyard work. I count the nap attack as two hours as it took 30 minutes to get from awake (while horizontal) to out the bed and vertical, as in being mobile. Prior to these nap attacks and all the rest of the abuse since 04-2002, I never had any problem getting out of bed. Not only do I now get hit with nap attacks, but also get hammered so hard it takes 30 minutes to arise. Even while on my feet, post-nap, I didn't feel too energetic, and some two hours later, I still feel woozy. I did some shopping afterward, so no doubt a heavy two hour nap attack was the preliminary "warm up". As always, I did not need the sleep. And too, my financial transactions are of intense interest, from coin machines to sending checks in the mail to paying cash or by debit card. Just to think the assholes have been hounding me over this in covert mode for 47 years before they went berserk/overt in 04-2002.
To the "good doctor's" credit, per above, I am now scheduled for a iron IV in the coming weeks, following my polite email prompt. Also on the medical front, I am scheduled for a bone density scan in two weeks. From what I understand, one imbibes a radioactive solution which is taken up over the next few hours, and then one is scanned. No doubt this serves the Greater Fuckery, aka, the perp's agenda in some fashion. It wouldn't be the first time I have been scanned for some kind of clinical intrigue. I had a MRI in Seattle back in 2001, and still don't know quite what it was for. Later, I initiated a SPECT scan which settled the ongoing hassle about getting treated for ADD, which later became my trump card to the train of mendacious clinical atrocities and that followed. The theme of which was, "I am dopamine deficient, (per SPECT scan) so why are you giving me a dopamine agonist to make me worse?" Before 04-2002 little did I know that my dopamine is of intense research interest to some sick minded human nonconsensual human research agenda where they won't declare themselves, but run and ruin one me from the shadows. Imagine how many others could be naive subjects.
06-18-2016
Saturday, and a very laid back one too, though I did get my laundry done at the laundromat. And suffer some outrageous driving; the ubiquitous fat tire truck (tandems on a pick up truck), "needed" to cut in front of me when there was all manner of traffic ahead. Meaning that it was a totally pointless move as he couldn't get past the traffic and go as fast as he would of liked. An all black pickup truck that was raised some, as well as having flat black rims all round.
And to add insult to injury, the perps hit me with a four hour nap attack last night. Which means nothing of substance got done after dinner. I woke up at 2300h, did my normal pre-bedtime routine and then went back to bed. As usual, I was not running a sleep deficit to warrant such a colossal amount of extra sleep.
The perps are busy stoking the metastasized cancer rumor they have planted on me, all to increase the FUD over the prostate cancer they gave me, per June 7 biopsy results. That is, plenty of aches and sensations from my pelvic and lower back regions, just where such a cancer would start metastasizing. I get a bone density scan in two weeks and a CT scan in another two weeks, so I won't know until then.
Reading prostate cancer treatments for the past 3 hours; I got interested in the proton beam therapy, but later find out that it would be $200,000 for uninsured patients. That is a whole lot of cash, and no such facility in Canada anyhow. I still haven't got past the "let it rip" (eat meat) notion yet as it would serve the purpose of bailing out on this abuse-athon I live in.
06-19-2016
Sunday, and a day of work to finish the tucking in the vineyard. Tomorrow, and the rest of the week, I will be on the bottling line. Good to have the vineyard complete, given that it is a changing work-scape.
No day in the vineyard would be complete without getting the stinging eye treatment at the end of the day, this time a 9 hour work day. I have had this particular abuse all six working days of the past 7. And nearly always timed for the work's end, be it a 8 or 9 hour day. And coming on all the more while driving home, making for a one-eyed trip
Ditto for the HD and other motorcycle noise. About every four minutes they put on a motorcycle of some kind. I even got an oncoming phalanx of six of them, all with the classic near vertical windshields (or is that a police motorcycle style?) at 0650h on my way to work this am. Being a Sunday, I thought it was way over the top that all these "pals" could get it together and do a drive by gangstalking. Anyhow, if it isn't a motorcycle noise, it is a bad muffler car, another obnoxious noise. And too, the noise trail is modified so the loud motorcycle is heard for many minutes, and doesn't diminish normally.
I spoke with my perp-abetting mother on the phone tonight; she didn't seem too surprised that I had prostate cancer. No actress she, and it showed. She tried to sound interested, and spoke of the possible treatments, but it seems the whole deal was pre-arranged. Such are the dealing with the First Feral Family
Anyhow, enough said, and onto a new week.
That is, two employers in one day of work. I was seconded to an alternate employer for the last three days, and still there today until 1030h, when the primary employer called and wanted me back to attend to some vineyard trellis work. As the work site was nearby, it wasn't a big deal. This might seem like a "so what" to most folks, but for the Psychopaths who run/ruin my existence, (not called a life anymore), it is a big deal. As to why or for what means, I have no idea. Regular readers will know, as may other TI's, the Psychopaths (aka perps, too cute of a name for what they do), are besotted with all concepts of employment in all its facets, from who, what gender, what location, remuneration, work tasks, employment cessation (seasonal work), work longevity etc. Just think of all the concepts and parameters of having work, and the perps are manipulating it somewhere for some strange end.
And when transiting between employers, of course the vehicular gangstalking was out on this very remote road, even leading ahead of me and making the same peculiar R turn at a fork as I had to, and lo, if they only went 200m and then pulled into a parking area and turned around. No sane mission would of caused anyone to not only coincide (har, har) to lead me on this remote road, but also to turnaround for no seeming reason. Vehicular gangstalking doesn't get any more obvious than that.
Then on the way home, past the regular employer's vineyard, why, they put on a vehicular accident with the fire truck out and attendant flashing lights and single lane alternating traffic controlled by said fireman in the capacity of traffic control techs. And all this some 100m N of where I and my work colleague were on traffic control duty some five days ago. Another designed coincidence IMHO. And seemingly, this wasn't a faked accident, as there were some debris on the road, though I did not see a second vehicle. [The linked story indicates three vehicles collided].
06-14-2016
On-off rain, as it has been for the last 5 days, save one. But more often, big dark clouds gather, threaten rain, and then skirt by without unloading. The threat of rain seems to be much of a perp objective as the real thing. Or is it the change in sky colors, from light grey to deep grey? Plenty of past harassment experience suggests that, but in reality I have no idea, and I don't care. Just leave me the fuck alone and I will do fine, even with the latest clinical insult (see prior posting).
06-15-2016
The perps are on the rag tonight; at least 10 screamings at the assholes. Pulling items from my hand, creating extra kitchen mess, fucking with the on switch for this LCD display, etc. and as a background, planting notions about the prostate cancer imposition they laid on me a week ago.
It was bad enough pushing a rope over the dopamine (and iron) deficiency problem for the last six months, and now they laid on a new one, "prostate cancer". Worse yet, the "good doctor" wants me off testosterone when it is prostate protective. On the other hand, she prescribes something to help my immune system. On the phone last week she said, "together we can beat this (prostate cancer)". Some chance of that. BUT interestingly enough, she did suggest an iron transfusion as I don't absorb it much from my diet or supplements. Though, she has yet to call me back to set up an appointment. How "together" is that? Baited and then jerked with, that is all I know from any clinical so-called "professional", save the urologist, an unmitigated jerk. The dentist is excepted though.
Some 211 page views of last week's posting, far exceeding the usual 20 to 40. Now back to 20 or so a day later. No comments. So what is the attraction or is it all spoofed?
06-16-2016
More sixes and numeric alliteration in the date. Exciting times for sickos.
I got hit with a two hour nap attack this evening. Talk about punching a hole in my free time, as I worked all day on warehouse and then vineyard work. I count the nap attack as two hours as it took 30 minutes to get from awake (while horizontal) to out the bed and vertical, as in being mobile. Prior to these nap attacks and all the rest of the abuse since 04-2002, I never had any problem getting out of bed. Not only do I now get hit with nap attacks, but also get hammered so hard it takes 30 minutes to arise. Even while on my feet, post-nap, I didn't feel too energetic, and some two hours later, I still feel woozy. I did some shopping afterward, so no doubt a heavy two hour nap attack was the preliminary "warm up". As always, I did not need the sleep. And too, my financial transactions are of intense interest, from coin machines to sending checks in the mail to paying cash or by debit card. Just to think the assholes have been hounding me over this in covert mode for 47 years before they went berserk/overt in 04-2002.
To the "good doctor's" credit, per above, I am now scheduled for a iron IV in the coming weeks, following my polite email prompt. Also on the medical front, I am scheduled for a bone density scan in two weeks. From what I understand, one imbibes a radioactive solution which is taken up over the next few hours, and then one is scanned. No doubt this serves the Greater Fuckery, aka, the perp's agenda in some fashion. It wouldn't be the first time I have been scanned for some kind of clinical intrigue. I had a MRI in Seattle back in 2001, and still don't know quite what it was for. Later, I initiated a SPECT scan which settled the ongoing hassle about getting treated for ADD, which later became my trump card to the train of mendacious clinical atrocities and that followed. The theme of which was, "I am dopamine deficient, (per SPECT scan) so why are you giving me a dopamine agonist to make me worse?" Before 04-2002 little did I know that my dopamine is of intense research interest to some sick minded human nonconsensual human research agenda where they won't declare themselves, but run and ruin one me from the shadows. Imagine how many others could be naive subjects.
06-18-2016
Saturday, and a very laid back one too, though I did get my laundry done at the laundromat. And suffer some outrageous driving; the ubiquitous fat tire truck (tandems on a pick up truck), "needed" to cut in front of me when there was all manner of traffic ahead. Meaning that it was a totally pointless move as he couldn't get past the traffic and go as fast as he would of liked. An all black pickup truck that was raised some, as well as having flat black rims all round.
And to add insult to injury, the perps hit me with a four hour nap attack last night. Which means nothing of substance got done after dinner. I woke up at 2300h, did my normal pre-bedtime routine and then went back to bed. As usual, I was not running a sleep deficit to warrant such a colossal amount of extra sleep.
The perps are busy stoking the metastasized cancer rumor they have planted on me, all to increase the FUD over the prostate cancer they gave me, per June 7 biopsy results. That is, plenty of aches and sensations from my pelvic and lower back regions, just where such a cancer would start metastasizing. I get a bone density scan in two weeks and a CT scan in another two weeks, so I won't know until then.
Reading prostate cancer treatments for the past 3 hours; I got interested in the proton beam therapy, but later find out that it would be $200,000 for uninsured patients. That is a whole lot of cash, and no such facility in Canada anyhow. I still haven't got past the "let it rip" (eat meat) notion yet as it would serve the purpose of bailing out on this abuse-athon I live in.
06-19-2016
Sunday, and a day of work to finish the tucking in the vineyard. Tomorrow, and the rest of the week, I will be on the bottling line. Good to have the vineyard complete, given that it is a changing work-scape.
No day in the vineyard would be complete without getting the stinging eye treatment at the end of the day, this time a 9 hour work day. I have had this particular abuse all six working days of the past 7. And nearly always timed for the work's end, be it a 8 or 9 hour day. And coming on all the more while driving home, making for a one-eyed trip
Ditto for the HD and other motorcycle noise. About every four minutes they put on a motorcycle of some kind. I even got an oncoming phalanx of six of them, all with the classic near vertical windshields (or is that a police motorcycle style?) at 0650h on my way to work this am. Being a Sunday, I thought it was way over the top that all these "pals" could get it together and do a drive by gangstalking. Anyhow, if it isn't a motorcycle noise, it is a bad muffler car, another obnoxious noise. And too, the noise trail is modified so the loud motorcycle is heard for many minutes, and doesn't diminish normally.
I spoke with my perp-abetting mother on the phone tonight; she didn't seem too surprised that I had prostate cancer. No actress she, and it showed. She tried to sound interested, and spoke of the possible treatments, but it seems the whole deal was pre-arranged. Such are the dealing with the First Feral Family
Anyhow, enough said, and onto a new week.
Monday, September 21, 2015
Work Adjustment
09-15-2015
While at work, and expecting to work long hours on the grape crushing/fermenting activity that is true for all wineries, I learn from the boss-lady that I had "better look for other picking jobs by mid next week...". A total blindside and total disruption of all my employment expectations, as I thought I had two months of significant earnings ahead of me. Instead, I have a bank balance in the negative territory each month end. So, in other words, a major employment readjustment, or more like, enforced impoverishment, living as close to the line as I have been doing all year.
09-16-2015
A day of making up shipping boxes in a dingy concrete warehouse all day today,. That is, assembling brown cardboard boxes of varying sizes, some all brown, and some with printed color on the outside. And can I say that the perps are not only obsessed with the color brown, but coardboard too. I cannot count the gangstalking weirdness episodes related to these particular props, but the Fuckwits who walk in town or off the bus with flattened cardboard boxes propped on their heads and held with one arm certainly take the cake for bizarre-ness.
The day began with the notion of filling my vehicle's tank with gasoline, as I kept on getting screwed out of recalling to do this for the prior four days. But no, at the fuelling station, the brown sugar water purveyor, Pepsi this time, was blocking ALL 10 fuel stations at the Chevron. I finally I had some morning time before work to get this done,and lo, a Pepsi tractor trailer was roadside to all the pumps with extra traffic cones for those not directly obstructed. Just totally absurd.
I made close to 600 boxes by day's end, applying tape and some muscle to apply the tape gun and then assemble them into 100/pallet so they could be moved if needed. Then, if enough adversity in messing with my fine motor control (fingers) wasn't enough all day, why, they dithered my faculties over the last half hour to the point making me assemble every other box upside down, until I was allowed to detect the error, and remake them right side up. All this to infuriate me, and then once at home, a sudden "need" to eat brown junk food (chocolate and chocolate coated ice cream), one after the other before I was allowed to make dinner. I never do this voluntarily, as I am most conscious of what I eat and in what order.
The abusiveness carried on later to in the form of online fuckery, as they won't allow me to display my order for the door handle replacement that was cancelled on me. Last week the perps took out the rear driver side door handle, breaking the plastic part, the second most used one behind the driver. The driver's door handle was broken some two months ago, and replaced with stock Toyota parts, pre-painted in the correct paint color, a mid-metallic grey.
This time, for some reason, a whole new mentality was installed once I learned that the dealership informed me it was $160 for the part (correct color) and $120 to install it. I decided to look around on the there interweb and to my surprise, I could get aftermarket unpainted door handle for $23USD, so I ordered it from an outfit that will ship to Canada. And lo, if they didn't cancel the order the day I placed it. Insult after injury is how it goes; wreck the car part and then obstruct the victim in getting a cost effective replacement, atter soaking him some $350 to replace the first one.
Now I see the perps deleted the email altogether as they just didn't want it to appear on this here blog as the cut and paste suddenly "malfunctioned" at first.
09-17-2015
Grape picking, then soil digging and scraping to finish a down-pipe job, then in the afternoon, more brown box making at the concrete warehouse. There were plenty of brown vehicles on the stalk when headed there. Tomorrow, a group of us will pack these boxes with wine.
09-18-2015
Myself and four women employees packed 12 pallet loads of wine for shipment today. All those boxes I made up in advance were used to place re-packed wine and then an outside shipment case was added after the product literature was added. All those brown boxes, half with color print on them, and one could imagine that the brown box stalkers had a field day, given their preoccupation with the color brown in varying lighting conditions. Paltry fluorescent bulbs in a grey concrete ceiling and floored warehouse to begin with, and then a bright tungsten arc construction floodlight was added and pointed at the ceiling. And too, the pallet moving, placement and packing would of been great benefit to the wood/shipment/pallet stalking objectives of this non-stop non-consensual human abuse-athon.
09-19-2015
Saturday, and in keeping with ensuring all employment possibilities remain open, I was helping out the wine-making at my former employer. It was just like old times; the bickering owner couple, the excess of confusion and misdirection to do things that weren't that important as it turned out. However, much bonhomie, and I do like to be involved in wine-making. The perps plundered my knowledge of the activities their sequence, and concentrations of additives at first, making me into one blundering fool for a bit until I was given enough clues to get started in the right direction.
09-20-2015
A Sunday work day today, a rare event in the scheme of things, having me work a sequence with the present employer (not for long, per above), then the former employer of three years (yesterday), and then back to the present employer at the warehouse to do more box making and pallet packing with my co-workers. The perps are decidedly cycling me, though the precise reasons aren't clear, but their usual themes of pallets, pallet jack use, wine, grapes, cardboard boxes etc. all come to mind.
Also noted is that the perps have been continually screwing me out of purchasing and eating fruit for the last three weeks, except the odd grape bunch as they come off the vine. That is, only small amounts, as the perps make it loud an clear that eating too much fruit of any kind gives me the trots. And yes, sugar intake and metabolizing also seems to be of considerable perp interest, and in all likelihood the swath of medical woe in the form of diabetes, high fructose corn syrup, obesity and whatever else the Insane Machinators have fomented upon their research subjects at large.
Time to get this posted for all to peruse and ponder the universal question of "why cannot the perps just declare themselves and their human research agenda instead of putting me and thousands of other TI's through this insane and relentless litany of abuse applied by remote means?".
While at work, and expecting to work long hours on the grape crushing/fermenting activity that is true for all wineries, I learn from the boss-lady that I had "better look for other picking jobs by mid next week...". A total blindside and total disruption of all my employment expectations, as I thought I had two months of significant earnings ahead of me. Instead, I have a bank balance in the negative territory each month end. So, in other words, a major employment readjustment, or more like, enforced impoverishment, living as close to the line as I have been doing all year.
09-16-2015
A day of making up shipping boxes in a dingy concrete warehouse all day today,. That is, assembling brown cardboard boxes of varying sizes, some all brown, and some with printed color on the outside. And can I say that the perps are not only obsessed with the color brown, but coardboard too. I cannot count the gangstalking weirdness episodes related to these particular props, but the Fuckwits who walk in town or off the bus with flattened cardboard boxes propped on their heads and held with one arm certainly take the cake for bizarre-ness.
The day began with the notion of filling my vehicle's tank with gasoline, as I kept on getting screwed out of recalling to do this for the prior four days. But no, at the fuelling station, the brown sugar water purveyor, Pepsi this time, was blocking ALL 10 fuel stations at the Chevron. I finally I had some morning time before work to get this done,and lo, a Pepsi tractor trailer was roadside to all the pumps with extra traffic cones for those not directly obstructed. Just totally absurd.
I made close to 600 boxes by day's end, applying tape and some muscle to apply the tape gun and then assemble them into 100/pallet so they could be moved if needed. Then, if enough adversity in messing with my fine motor control (fingers) wasn't enough all day, why, they dithered my faculties over the last half hour to the point making me assemble every other box upside down, until I was allowed to detect the error, and remake them right side up. All this to infuriate me, and then once at home, a sudden "need" to eat brown junk food (chocolate and chocolate coated ice cream), one after the other before I was allowed to make dinner. I never do this voluntarily, as I am most conscious of what I eat and in what order.
The abusiveness carried on later to in the form of online fuckery, as they won't allow me to display my order for the door handle replacement that was cancelled on me. Last week the perps took out the rear driver side door handle, breaking the plastic part, the second most used one behind the driver. The driver's door handle was broken some two months ago, and replaced with stock Toyota parts, pre-painted in the correct paint color, a mid-metallic grey.
This time, for some reason, a whole new mentality was installed once I learned that the dealership informed me it was $160 for the part (correct color) and $120 to install it. I decided to look around on the there interweb and to my surprise, I could get aftermarket unpainted door handle for $23USD, so I ordered it from an outfit that will ship to Canada. And lo, if they didn't cancel the order the day I placed it. Insult after injury is how it goes; wreck the car part and then obstruct the victim in getting a cost effective replacement, atter soaking him some $350 to replace the first one.
Now I see the perps deleted the email altogether as they just didn't want it to appear on this here blog as the cut and paste suddenly "malfunctioned" at first.
09-17-2015
Grape picking, then soil digging and scraping to finish a down-pipe job, then in the afternoon, more brown box making at the concrete warehouse. There were plenty of brown vehicles on the stalk when headed there. Tomorrow, a group of us will pack these boxes with wine.
09-18-2015
Myself and four women employees packed 12 pallet loads of wine for shipment today. All those boxes I made up in advance were used to place re-packed wine and then an outside shipment case was added after the product literature was added. All those brown boxes, half with color print on them, and one could imagine that the brown box stalkers had a field day, given their preoccupation with the color brown in varying lighting conditions. Paltry fluorescent bulbs in a grey concrete ceiling and floored warehouse to begin with, and then a bright tungsten arc construction floodlight was added and pointed at the ceiling. And too, the pallet moving, placement and packing would of been great benefit to the wood/shipment/pallet stalking objectives of this non-stop non-consensual human abuse-athon.
09-19-2015
Saturday, and in keeping with ensuring all employment possibilities remain open, I was helping out the wine-making at my former employer. It was just like old times; the bickering owner couple, the excess of confusion and misdirection to do things that weren't that important as it turned out. However, much bonhomie, and I do like to be involved in wine-making. The perps plundered my knowledge of the activities their sequence, and concentrations of additives at first, making me into one blundering fool for a bit until I was given enough clues to get started in the right direction.
09-20-2015
A Sunday work day today, a rare event in the scheme of things, having me work a sequence with the present employer (not for long, per above), then the former employer of three years (yesterday), and then back to the present employer at the warehouse to do more box making and pallet packing with my co-workers. The perps are decidedly cycling me, though the precise reasons aren't clear, but their usual themes of pallets, pallet jack use, wine, grapes, cardboard boxes etc. all come to mind.
Also noted is that the perps have been continually screwing me out of purchasing and eating fruit for the last three weeks, except the odd grape bunch as they come off the vine. That is, only small amounts, as the perps make it loud an clear that eating too much fruit of any kind gives me the trots. And yes, sugar intake and metabolizing also seems to be of considerable perp interest, and in all likelihood the swath of medical woe in the form of diabetes, high fructose corn syrup, obesity and whatever else the Insane Machinators have fomented upon their research subjects at large.
Time to get this posted for all to peruse and ponder the universal question of "why cannot the perps just declare themselves and their human research agenda instead of putting me and thousands of other TI's through this insane and relentless litany of abuse applied by remote means?".
Tuesday, February 03, 2015
New Job Start
01-26-2015
A new employer in the vineyard/winery biz; one who knows what they are doing. Employer competence is allowed now, after 2.5 years with the last one. Though to be fair, I was inexperienced in the commercial business when I started with the last employer. But as the perps just love to drag me through ineptitude (not of my making), and various related idiotic behavior (organizational and individual), it is nice to have some of these excesses behind me. Though, it is Day 1, but I don't expect any such endemic problematic issues all the same.
I was assigned to drive their truck to pick up some packaging a 20 min. highway drive. Then the joys of putting a plastic tarp over the load, and not enough hooks and tie downs and the like. The tarp did inflate while driving on the highway, and was threatening worse, so I drove slower, one of the rare times I don't go 10% over the speed limit. A blue tarp covering the load in the box of the pickup attracted blue colored gangstalking vehicles of course, about 20% coverage on my return trip.
Pruning vines is my major task for the next two month; I am doing spur pruning mostly, different from the cane pruned vineyards of the last employer.
I met the two ladies who form the office staff; the perps are often cranked over personal introductions. Sometimes someone isn't visible due to hair in their face, or who looks sideways while introducing themselves. This was a normal round of introductions. Going way back, prior to 1999, and when married, the ex would often not introduce someone and I could never figure out why she was so rude about this. When I complained afterwards, all I got was this loopy goofy grin. Now I know; introductions are a prime perp Fuckover event and they want all variations, from non-introductions through cursory ones, to formal ones.
This new vineyard I am working at is on the Naramata Road, and that means a whole lot of vehicles driving by, with hardly a full minute going by with a vehicle, or vehicle train. Bad mufflers, performance mufflers and all the usual variations of extra vehicle noise. No HD motorcycle noise yet, but that will change in March.
Which means that should I listen to music on my Android phone/player this summer, all that noise will "somehow" find its way through the headphones and provide a concurrent noise background. Can we say noise mapping, yet again? That is, map Favored and Unfavored noises together and see what neural energetic reactions there are. I learned from the news recently that the activity of dopamine, a brain neurotransmitter, increases with pleasurable sounds of music. And this whole dopamine subject also explains why they wanted, and did, give me dopamine blocking drugs at one time, which made me terribly unmotivated, fogged and generally listless. I kept telling them I have ADD/ADHD, which means a shortage of dopamine, and why would a person short of dopamine be clobbered with dopamine antagonists medication? They just blew me off of course, because they are working for the Psychopathic Confederacy, and there is no denying them when they have a human nonconsensual test subject (me) in their sights.
Day two;
I did the employee sign in, and read the employee hand book, a credible piece of HR-smithing, though it has been a long time since I worked for a professional outfit.
Staff stalking it seems, having them putzing around me when I was making tracks for leaving for the day.
And more forced pisses at row ends; finishing a row and turning and working 180 degrees in the next row was always a big deal for the perps; e.g. staff arrivals, drivebys, neighborhood noise, forced fuckups (e.g. cut the wrong cane) to have me rage-ified, etc., just like the last vineyard
All day long muffler noise, and excessive amounts of road traffic. The perps are heavy on sending greyscale colored pickups by, and then back again within a few minutes, often with some kind of horrid sounding and extra loud muffler noise, and often accelerating for no reason as there isn't an elevation gain of significance and it is a two lane arterial, one way in each direction. Another vehicle they seem to be hounding me with is the shit-tankers again, the so-called septic services vehiles with tank, hoses, and presumably a pump on board. Plenty of septic fields in this area, so there is a decent excuse to see them. Though that never bothered the perps; when I lived in Victoria, BC, they would even send the shit-tankers downtown when everything is on sewer, no rural properties whatsoever. Then they even parked a tractor trailer septic services vehicle one weekend in a parking stall meter zone, and a few weeks later tore up the perfectly serviceable sidewalk beside where it was parked and re-packed it and poured 40' of new sidewalk.
01-28-2015
A full vineyard day; intro of the Electrocoup; haven't cut any fingers yet, but do expect the perps will pull this sometime. But they did have me attempt to cut the trellis wire and use that as an excuse to put some nicks in the blade.
01-31-2015
Saturday, laundry at the laundromat. Only one freak; the supposed installation man in his long grey beard and his ear-flapped touque wandering around talking to himself and buzzing around me. I think he covered enough Unfavoreds (male, beard, wacko touque, appearance of deranged) to keep the freak content up.
Then this pissing match over detergent for the washing machines; I got what I thought was scent-free detergent but it wasn't as it turned out, and the perp assholes made sure they pumped that smell up my nose umpteen times over the prior week as I picked up a clothing item that was laundered with it. So off to LD to get better detergent, the HE kind for the first time. I was talking to the blonde woman co-owner about the washing machines and she opened up my new bottle of detergent and lo, if some didn't fly off the spout and land on her pants and the floor. Funny how the perps have been so utterly deranged over getting laundry done, and they resort to this kind of stupidity.
I hadn't been into the RA big box store in six months, owing to getting irrigation supplies elsewhere, but today I needed four 2" long screws. The perps were all over me there, much worse than usual; stepping in my way, posted exactly where I wanted to look (3x), doing etc. One Fuckwit made out he was looking at lower shelf items and then started backing up into me when he had to of heard my chirping shoes twice while approaching and headed behind him. Like WTF; who in their right mind EVER backs up without looking in any public location that is busy? I see stupid stuff all the time, but this gets a all-time dumbshit award.
I got hit for a 3.25 hour nap attack this afternoon, following reading the newspaper (plus ample flyers), while having lunch. Following that, a 10 min. session on this here PC and they kept napping me while seated, so it was hopeless. When I woke up at 1630h, it was dusk onset at this time of year. (I learned from work this week that is when the sun drops behind the mountains here).
Snow melt water seems to be a big perp deal, given that it is melting a little more than before. They was a 10" dump two days before I arrived from Victoria on Jan. 07, and it has only slowly melted for the following three weeks. There are still heaps of plowed snow in parking lots, and about 2" remaining at the new vineyard/work site. And since the perps are totally obsessed over the properties of water, and all its provenance/sources (e.g. snow accumulations, rain, rivers, lakes, as delivered in pipes to buildings, and of course, my intake of water and sweating and/or pissing it out), they figured a long run of snow melt in the urban environment was just too exciting.
02-01-2015
And I see my fave football team of the NFL did not win the Superbowl. I don't have a TV and wasn't watching the game, but the perps kept pumping me with the notion that Seattle won. When I finally looked it up online and found that they lost, why, a bad mufflered vehicle passed by. For the record, I continually reject such planted notions as the perps just love to jerk me around, and this is only but one example
A new employer in the vineyard/winery biz; one who knows what they are doing. Employer competence is allowed now, after 2.5 years with the last one. Though to be fair, I was inexperienced in the commercial business when I started with the last employer. But as the perps just love to drag me through ineptitude (not of my making), and various related idiotic behavior (organizational and individual), it is nice to have some of these excesses behind me. Though, it is Day 1, but I don't expect any such endemic problematic issues all the same.
I was assigned to drive their truck to pick up some packaging a 20 min. highway drive. Then the joys of putting a plastic tarp over the load, and not enough hooks and tie downs and the like. The tarp did inflate while driving on the highway, and was threatening worse, so I drove slower, one of the rare times I don't go 10% over the speed limit. A blue tarp covering the load in the box of the pickup attracted blue colored gangstalking vehicles of course, about 20% coverage on my return trip.
Pruning vines is my major task for the next two month; I am doing spur pruning mostly, different from the cane pruned vineyards of the last employer.
I met the two ladies who form the office staff; the perps are often cranked over personal introductions. Sometimes someone isn't visible due to hair in their face, or who looks sideways while introducing themselves. This was a normal round of introductions. Going way back, prior to 1999, and when married, the ex would often not introduce someone and I could never figure out why she was so rude about this. When I complained afterwards, all I got was this loopy goofy grin. Now I know; introductions are a prime perp Fuckover event and they want all variations, from non-introductions through cursory ones, to formal ones.
This new vineyard I am working at is on the Naramata Road, and that means a whole lot of vehicles driving by, with hardly a full minute going by with a vehicle, or vehicle train. Bad mufflers, performance mufflers and all the usual variations of extra vehicle noise. No HD motorcycle noise yet, but that will change in March.
Which means that should I listen to music on my Android phone/player this summer, all that noise will "somehow" find its way through the headphones and provide a concurrent noise background. Can we say noise mapping, yet again? That is, map Favored and Unfavored noises together and see what neural energetic reactions there are. I learned from the news recently that the activity of dopamine, a brain neurotransmitter, increases with pleasurable sounds of music. And this whole dopamine subject also explains why they wanted, and did, give me dopamine blocking drugs at one time, which made me terribly unmotivated, fogged and generally listless. I kept telling them I have ADD/ADHD, which means a shortage of dopamine, and why would a person short of dopamine be clobbered with dopamine antagonists medication? They just blew me off of course, because they are working for the Psychopathic Confederacy, and there is no denying them when they have a human nonconsensual test subject (me) in their sights.
Day two;
I did the employee sign in, and read the employee hand book, a credible piece of HR-smithing, though it has been a long time since I worked for a professional outfit.
Staff stalking it seems, having them putzing around me when I was making tracks for leaving for the day.
And more forced pisses at row ends; finishing a row and turning and working 180 degrees in the next row was always a big deal for the perps; e.g. staff arrivals, drivebys, neighborhood noise, forced fuckups (e.g. cut the wrong cane) to have me rage-ified, etc., just like the last vineyard
All day long muffler noise, and excessive amounts of road traffic. The perps are heavy on sending greyscale colored pickups by, and then back again within a few minutes, often with some kind of horrid sounding and extra loud muffler noise, and often accelerating for no reason as there isn't an elevation gain of significance and it is a two lane arterial, one way in each direction. Another vehicle they seem to be hounding me with is the shit-tankers again, the so-called septic services vehiles with tank, hoses, and presumably a pump on board. Plenty of septic fields in this area, so there is a decent excuse to see them. Though that never bothered the perps; when I lived in Victoria, BC, they would even send the shit-tankers downtown when everything is on sewer, no rural properties whatsoever. Then they even parked a tractor trailer septic services vehicle one weekend in a parking stall meter zone, and a few weeks later tore up the perfectly serviceable sidewalk beside where it was parked and re-packed it and poured 40' of new sidewalk.
01-28-2015
A full vineyard day; intro of the Electrocoup; haven't cut any fingers yet, but do expect the perps will pull this sometime. But they did have me attempt to cut the trellis wire and use that as an excuse to put some nicks in the blade.
01-31-2015
Saturday, laundry at the laundromat. Only one freak; the supposed installation man in his long grey beard and his ear-flapped touque wandering around talking to himself and buzzing around me. I think he covered enough Unfavoreds (male, beard, wacko touque, appearance of deranged) to keep the freak content up.
Then this pissing match over detergent for the washing machines; I got what I thought was scent-free detergent but it wasn't as it turned out, and the perp assholes made sure they pumped that smell up my nose umpteen times over the prior week as I picked up a clothing item that was laundered with it. So off to LD to get better detergent, the HE kind for the first time. I was talking to the blonde woman co-owner about the washing machines and she opened up my new bottle of detergent and lo, if some didn't fly off the spout and land on her pants and the floor. Funny how the perps have been so utterly deranged over getting laundry done, and they resort to this kind of stupidity.
I hadn't been into the RA big box store in six months, owing to getting irrigation supplies elsewhere, but today I needed four 2" long screws. The perps were all over me there, much worse than usual; stepping in my way, posted exactly where I wanted to look (3x), doing etc. One Fuckwit made out he was looking at lower shelf items and then started backing up into me when he had to of heard my chirping shoes twice while approaching and headed behind him. Like WTF; who in their right mind EVER backs up without looking in any public location that is busy? I see stupid stuff all the time, but this gets a all-time dumbshit award.
I got hit for a 3.25 hour nap attack this afternoon, following reading the newspaper (plus ample flyers), while having lunch. Following that, a 10 min. session on this here PC and they kept napping me while seated, so it was hopeless. When I woke up at 1630h, it was dusk onset at this time of year. (I learned from work this week that is when the sun drops behind the mountains here).
Snow melt water seems to be a big perp deal, given that it is melting a little more than before. They was a 10" dump two days before I arrived from Victoria on Jan. 07, and it has only slowly melted for the following three weeks. There are still heaps of plowed snow in parking lots, and about 2" remaining at the new vineyard/work site. And since the perps are totally obsessed over the properties of water, and all its provenance/sources (e.g. snow accumulations, rain, rivers, lakes, as delivered in pipes to buildings, and of course, my intake of water and sweating and/or pissing it out), they figured a long run of snow melt in the urban environment was just too exciting.
02-01-2015
And I see my fave football team of the NFL did not win the Superbowl. I don't have a TV and wasn't watching the game, but the perps kept pumping me with the notion that Seattle won. When I finally looked it up online and found that they lost, why, a bad mufflered vehicle passed by. For the record, I continually reject such planted notions as the perps just love to jerk me around, and this is only but one example
Monday, December 01, 2014
Geriatric Duckie Gangstallk Event
11-24-2014
Following yesterday's shut-in day, I didn't get out today until 1400h to do a few errands, one being taking my moldy jacket to the dry cleaners (again). Then to LD, and what a mighty gangstalk it was, in keeping with most post-shut-in situations. Almost all old folks in various stages of major face wrinkles, some popping out from aisle ends, doing the oblivious act, per usual. And four of them lined up behind me at the checkout, replete in red coats. I don't why the perps like to immerse me in geriatric gangstalkers, even ones standing at the end of store aisle doing nothing.
At LD, and needing a replacement glass pitcher for the one that broke from use as a teapot, why, three old duckies and a shopping cart were lined up beside the glass pitchers for crissakes. Take the most obscure kitchen item owned by the victim, break it, and then have the victim get a replacement with a gangstalking troupe standing by, and charge $2 more than it was four years ago. They finally departed after I shopped elsewhere first.
Yoga tonight; and lo if the Wheezer & Gasper Fat Boy didn't come at the last minute and sat beside me on my R side. Like WTF; this disgusting oaf pollutes my visual field and puts on the sound effects I could do without. If I don't like the sight of Fat People, why is an insane agency planting these shills around me all the time?
11-25-2014
And why is Chrome not working, effectively blocking my access to email as Firefox and IE are messed up and shove the text to the left side and are bereft of graphics and buttons? This is how it has been for over six months now, and what "happens" is that Chrome works at first, I get to see and interact with my email, and then it shuts down for good for the rest of the day/evening. That, added to the selective display of graphics on Amazon, suggests that the perps need to crimp down on me seeing screen elements. For years, like ten, Amazon's wishlist button wasn't visible, but I would click on the blank location where it was supposed to be, and voila, the book (usually) was wish-listed, with the normal response displayed. Go figure, and perhaps it is part of the scheme on the streets and buses where someone plants themselves in front of me to obstruct my vision.
My fourth trip to West Kelowna in the last two weeks, beginning with that asinine performance from an unnamed mid-sized winery. As in the interviewers performance, that extra-mushy farewell handshake was such a classy send-off. As in NOT. The other three visits, including today, were with the brown people. Regular readers will know that skin color is a huge factor in all this abuse, along with vitamin D physiology (just under the skin). And as expected, the winery interviewer didn't need anyone for two months, due to expected constraints I won't get into for fear of jinxing it. (That is, trying to avoid a dashed expectations jerk-around).
A petition on Change.org I signed to investigate gangstalking, with the links below;
I have my doubts that this will change much, as the Canadian federal government is dragging their heels on the deaths of native women all across Canada. (Though, this particular issue has a reached the political level, meaning irrational machinations with a large dose of group-think). And besides, based on personal experience, and also reading into the prior events and games before the perps went berserk/overt on me (with family complicity) in 04-2002, the perps have the government officials contained and trained. I often wondered why and when politicians get put on the spot by a direct question (in video form) they often blink, stumble/mumble or otherwise engage in deceit, per Liespotting, and now I know. Having a patsy media also greases the Greater Potemkin Village we all live in, should the odd video segment get too close to the truth. This notion is partially based on viewing a regular TV reporter and one of my forestry classmates on TV, both hamming it up about "mother nature" with respect to the damaged trees in Stanley Park in Vancouver BC. It was very clear in retrospect that they were both in on the conspiratorial agenda, and thought it just too funny to ignore the real reason as to why that storm decimated so many trees. (It is my contention, based on evidence/behaviors that my existence has been orchestrated and skit-ted with all interacting parties knowing what was going on, since birth. Hence, my forestry class members being in the know as one example). Yes, I am cynical, but I came by this state with a long list of experiences and retrospect in light of all what has gone on since 04-2002.
11-26-2014
Some 4" of snow on the ground this morning, though it looks like it is warming up, and will be slushy fun when I finally emerge into the great outdoors.
A drive in the snow cleared streets, save the back alley where my car is parked. Not a big deal to clear it off, but enough of a deal for the perps to send a helicopter overhead, two white 5 ton delivery trucks, one with a load of lumber. Like WTF; what are they doing in the back alley, coming FROM a location along the back lane where they are building a garage. (The truck also had a load of trusses on, and the aforementioned construction project is long past needing trusses). And so I got my white vehicle gangstalking in the snow, and while removing it from my grey colored vehicle.
Both grocery store locations I was to go were chock full of parked vehicles, which has always turned out to be an insane gangstalk scene inside. Given the road conditions, even if the parking lots are wonderfully cleared, why would an excess of vehicular traffic be outside in snowy conditions? Because the perps are nuts about all forms of water and the white blanket that envelopes all the usual objects.
And I see the winery I interviewed at yesterday, has posted two job openings today, one of them being the same job I applied for. And of course the interviewer, the man that runs the whole show, didn't mention this. Though to be fair, he upped the ante by asking for two years of winery experience, and to be fair, only one of them would a prospective job given my experience level.
And I see that the cellar assistant job I interviewed for two weeks ago is also re-posted. They of the extra-mushy farewell handshake. What I don't get is that most of the wineries have two shifts running to process the grapes coming in, and begin to lay off staff at the end of November. Surely this is a large pool of experience to draw from for permanent cellar assistant jobs. I have come to the conclusion that job postings are nothing what they seem, especially if I am a potential applicant or it has relevance to my interests.
An evening time shopping, at 2000h, instead of the choked parking lots of daytime of late. It was dark, and 3" of slush everywhere except the street surfaces and the parking lots. The assholes stole my flashlight that I took, as I need it to see the gate lock to get to my vehicle. Of course I only find that out when I got back, and that served as a rage-ification (doors closed) reason as I am so fucking fed up with my belongings going missing all the time. I used the flashlight, actually a head lamp, in the bedroom and it was my only flashlight in the house. After my vehicle flashlight was stolen from my vehicle a month ago when I had a seeming break-in, I replaced it, and it was needed to get back in and through the gate. All this arranged fuckery to ensure that I departed using one flashlight and arrived with a different one, both LED's. Thanks a bunch assholes.
And before I headed out a forced crap of significant proportions, and miraculously, no blocked toilet. That was my last brown registration object/subject until I got inside the supermarket when there was a brown skinned man backed up to the groceries behind him, making it appear that he was doing his shopping with a full aisle width look at the groceries on the opposite side. Like WTF; who but some ignoramus or paid-for-shill shops at a distance so they cannot read the text on the packaging? All for more loiter time in my proximity while picking up the chocolate bars (read, brown) they have me buy all the time. And an increasing sore point as I cannot afford them and I don't want the sugar in them either, more so than the milk casein of the milk chocolate. And while stevia sweetened chocolate is available online, it hasn't made it here yet, and one can be sure that was perp arranged too. This sugar intake also seems highly controlled as well, as they have me loathe sugar, and expunge it from my diet, and then sneak it back in through eating jerky, and their long standing chocolate fixation they planted on me. For the record, they were changing up my medications in late 2002, and they used this as an excuse to have me loathe chocolate to the point I could not stand the smell of it. A week later that noble habit was expunged (or else not planted on me), and they have kept up this chocolate fixation ever since, sometimes off for a week of late, but not usually longer than that.
11-28-2014
An early morning get-up to attend to getting the garbage to the curb; the assholes screwed me out of doing this last week for some reason, the first time in two+ years I have been here. Regular readers will know that the perps are highly interested in garbage in all its form, refuse to recycle, and just love to parade garbage trucks around, and over where I have driven or parked.
Rain, snow and then mild today, though the snow has come within 200' of elevation; getting the hills covered, but not the town- did that earlier this week.
11-29-2014
Subzero (i.e. 0C) cold, but with minimal snow on the ground. -15C tonight. And I was out there, until 1900h or so. Another ice wine pick, this time at a different vineyard in... W Kelowna. We started at 1400h and worked into the dark, perfect perp timing to have all these folks, some 40 in all, buzzing around doing picking over the dusk onset into the dark. Instead of headlamps, they had an ATV with a generator running a bank of lights for four rows of pickers. The tractor had its lights too. A Punjabi influence this time; they were the regular vineyard workers running the tractor and swamping to move the full buckets to the bin on the forks on back of the tractor. And brown cocoa beverage to drink for a 15 min. break, with brown glazed donuts too, this when dark about 1900h. And several brown skinned race stalker-pickers in my proximity, going especially close and silly on the last row of the evening. The odd scarlet red coated pickers too, one leaning on my shoulder momentarily as it seemed she tripped on a chunk of nearby vine wood. I was wearing my bright blue ski jacket for the very first time outside, and I am sure that was a big deal for the perps too, though I have long given up on what drives them to greater frenetic/absurd heights when it comes to clothing; if it has been laundered, or if it got laundered separately from the the other clothes I am wearing.
11-30-2014
A dull and boring day, and a full on vehicular gangstalking event when I headed out on this Sunday Grey Cup day. Full parking lots at the mall even just as the game was to begin. Hard to fathom as to why someone would arrange all of this when most everyone is at home watching the TV, but strange public behaviors on special event days are nothing new to the perps.
I learned from my perp-abetting mother, via phone call, that my daughter is out of work too. Imagine that, the perps arranging a father-daughter coincident unemployment in keeping with their machinations of who works where and if they work at all. Said daughter rarely emails, calls or otherwise keeps in contact, no matter how many efforts I have made to have greater communication. This all began in 04-2002 when the perp-abetting ex was making excuses for her because of my "disability" that was later refuted by two shrinks, one of whom was the original perp-abettor to cause much of the dislocation and harassment that was plainly evident in the perps' inaugural all-out abuse year of 2002 to mid-2003.
I should get this posted for the week now, as the unemployment slackness is beginning to erode my motivational side for some strange reason.
Following yesterday's shut-in day, I didn't get out today until 1400h to do a few errands, one being taking my moldy jacket to the dry cleaners (again). Then to LD, and what a mighty gangstalk it was, in keeping with most post-shut-in situations. Almost all old folks in various stages of major face wrinkles, some popping out from aisle ends, doing the oblivious act, per usual. And four of them lined up behind me at the checkout, replete in red coats. I don't why the perps like to immerse me in geriatric gangstalkers, even ones standing at the end of store aisle doing nothing.
At LD, and needing a replacement glass pitcher for the one that broke from use as a teapot, why, three old duckies and a shopping cart were lined up beside the glass pitchers for crissakes. Take the most obscure kitchen item owned by the victim, break it, and then have the victim get a replacement with a gangstalking troupe standing by, and charge $2 more than it was four years ago. They finally departed after I shopped elsewhere first.
Yoga tonight; and lo if the Wheezer & Gasper Fat Boy didn't come at the last minute and sat beside me on my R side. Like WTF; this disgusting oaf pollutes my visual field and puts on the sound effects I could do without. If I don't like the sight of Fat People, why is an insane agency planting these shills around me all the time?
11-25-2014
And why is Chrome not working, effectively blocking my access to email as Firefox and IE are messed up and shove the text to the left side and are bereft of graphics and buttons? This is how it has been for over six months now, and what "happens" is that Chrome works at first, I get to see and interact with my email, and then it shuts down for good for the rest of the day/evening. That, added to the selective display of graphics on Amazon, suggests that the perps need to crimp down on me seeing screen elements. For years, like ten, Amazon's wishlist button wasn't visible, but I would click on the blank location where it was supposed to be, and voila, the book (usually) was wish-listed, with the normal response displayed. Go figure, and perhaps it is part of the scheme on the streets and buses where someone plants themselves in front of me to obstruct my vision.
My fourth trip to West Kelowna in the last two weeks, beginning with that asinine performance from an unnamed mid-sized winery. As in the interviewers performance, that extra-mushy farewell handshake was such a classy send-off. As in NOT. The other three visits, including today, were with the brown people. Regular readers will know that skin color is a huge factor in all this abuse, along with vitamin D physiology (just under the skin). And as expected, the winery interviewer didn't need anyone for two months, due to expected constraints I won't get into for fear of jinxing it. (That is, trying to avoid a dashed expectations jerk-around).
A petition on Change.org I signed to investigate gangstalking, with the links below;
From Abby Mcgray:
Thanks for signing my petition, "Investigation into gangstalking."
Thanks again -- together we're making change happen,
A Note to forward to your friends:
Hi!
I just signed the petition "Investigation into gangstalking" on Change.org.
It's important. Will you sign it too? Here's the link:
http://www.change.org/p/investigation-into-gangstalking?recruiter=186715826&utm_campaign=signature_receipt&utm_medium=email&utm_source=share_petition
I have my doubts that this will change much, as the Canadian federal government is dragging their heels on the deaths of native women all across Canada. (Though, this particular issue has a reached the political level, meaning irrational machinations with a large dose of group-think). And besides, based on personal experience, and also reading into the prior events and games before the perps went berserk/overt on me (with family complicity) in 04-2002, the perps have the government officials contained and trained. I often wondered why and when politicians get put on the spot by a direct question (in video form) they often blink, stumble/mumble or otherwise engage in deceit, per Liespotting, and now I know. Having a patsy media also greases the Greater Potemkin Village we all live in, should the odd video segment get too close to the truth. This notion is partially based on viewing a regular TV reporter and one of my forestry classmates on TV, both hamming it up about "mother nature" with respect to the damaged trees in Stanley Park in Vancouver BC. It was very clear in retrospect that they were both in on the conspiratorial agenda, and thought it just too funny to ignore the real reason as to why that storm decimated so many trees. (It is my contention, based on evidence/behaviors that my existence has been orchestrated and skit-ted with all interacting parties knowing what was going on, since birth. Hence, my forestry class members being in the know as one example). Yes, I am cynical, but I came by this state with a long list of experiences and retrospect in light of all what has gone on since 04-2002.
11-26-2014
Some 4" of snow on the ground this morning, though it looks like it is warming up, and will be slushy fun when I finally emerge into the great outdoors.
A drive in the snow cleared streets, save the back alley where my car is parked. Not a big deal to clear it off, but enough of a deal for the perps to send a helicopter overhead, two white 5 ton delivery trucks, one with a load of lumber. Like WTF; what are they doing in the back alley, coming FROM a location along the back lane where they are building a garage. (The truck also had a load of trusses on, and the aforementioned construction project is long past needing trusses). And so I got my white vehicle gangstalking in the snow, and while removing it from my grey colored vehicle.
Both grocery store locations I was to go were chock full of parked vehicles, which has always turned out to be an insane gangstalk scene inside. Given the road conditions, even if the parking lots are wonderfully cleared, why would an excess of vehicular traffic be outside in snowy conditions? Because the perps are nuts about all forms of water and the white blanket that envelopes all the usual objects.
And I see the winery I interviewed at yesterday, has posted two job openings today, one of them being the same job I applied for. And of course the interviewer, the man that runs the whole show, didn't mention this. Though to be fair, he upped the ante by asking for two years of winery experience, and to be fair, only one of them would a prospective job given my experience level.
And I see that the cellar assistant job I interviewed for two weeks ago is also re-posted. They of the extra-mushy farewell handshake. What I don't get is that most of the wineries have two shifts running to process the grapes coming in, and begin to lay off staff at the end of November. Surely this is a large pool of experience to draw from for permanent cellar assistant jobs. I have come to the conclusion that job postings are nothing what they seem, especially if I am a potential applicant or it has relevance to my interests.
An evening time shopping, at 2000h, instead of the choked parking lots of daytime of late. It was dark, and 3" of slush everywhere except the street surfaces and the parking lots. The assholes stole my flashlight that I took, as I need it to see the gate lock to get to my vehicle. Of course I only find that out when I got back, and that served as a rage-ification (doors closed) reason as I am so fucking fed up with my belongings going missing all the time. I used the flashlight, actually a head lamp, in the bedroom and it was my only flashlight in the house. After my vehicle flashlight was stolen from my vehicle a month ago when I had a seeming break-in, I replaced it, and it was needed to get back in and through the gate. All this arranged fuckery to ensure that I departed using one flashlight and arrived with a different one, both LED's. Thanks a bunch assholes.
And before I headed out a forced crap of significant proportions, and miraculously, no blocked toilet. That was my last brown registration object/subject until I got inside the supermarket when there was a brown skinned man backed up to the groceries behind him, making it appear that he was doing his shopping with a full aisle width look at the groceries on the opposite side. Like WTF; who but some ignoramus or paid-for-shill shops at a distance so they cannot read the text on the packaging? All for more loiter time in my proximity while picking up the chocolate bars (read, brown) they have me buy all the time. And an increasing sore point as I cannot afford them and I don't want the sugar in them either, more so than the milk casein of the milk chocolate. And while stevia sweetened chocolate is available online, it hasn't made it here yet, and one can be sure that was perp arranged too. This sugar intake also seems highly controlled as well, as they have me loathe sugar, and expunge it from my diet, and then sneak it back in through eating jerky, and their long standing chocolate fixation they planted on me. For the record, they were changing up my medications in late 2002, and they used this as an excuse to have me loathe chocolate to the point I could not stand the smell of it. A week later that noble habit was expunged (or else not planted on me), and they have kept up this chocolate fixation ever since, sometimes off for a week of late, but not usually longer than that.
11-28-2014
An early morning get-up to attend to getting the garbage to the curb; the assholes screwed me out of doing this last week for some reason, the first time in two+ years I have been here. Regular readers will know that the perps are highly interested in garbage in all its form, refuse to recycle, and just love to parade garbage trucks around, and over where I have driven or parked.
Rain, snow and then mild today, though the snow has come within 200' of elevation; getting the hills covered, but not the town- did that earlier this week.
11-29-2014
Subzero (i.e. 0C) cold, but with minimal snow on the ground. -15C tonight. And I was out there, until 1900h or so. Another ice wine pick, this time at a different vineyard in... W Kelowna. We started at 1400h and worked into the dark, perfect perp timing to have all these folks, some 40 in all, buzzing around doing picking over the dusk onset into the dark. Instead of headlamps, they had an ATV with a generator running a bank of lights for four rows of pickers. The tractor had its lights too. A Punjabi influence this time; they were the regular vineyard workers running the tractor and swamping to move the full buckets to the bin on the forks on back of the tractor. And brown cocoa beverage to drink for a 15 min. break, with brown glazed donuts too, this when dark about 1900h. And several brown skinned race stalker-pickers in my proximity, going especially close and silly on the last row of the evening. The odd scarlet red coated pickers too, one leaning on my shoulder momentarily as it seemed she tripped on a chunk of nearby vine wood. I was wearing my bright blue ski jacket for the very first time outside, and I am sure that was a big deal for the perps too, though I have long given up on what drives them to greater frenetic/absurd heights when it comes to clothing; if it has been laundered, or if it got laundered separately from the the other clothes I am wearing.
11-30-2014
A dull and boring day, and a full on vehicular gangstalking event when I headed out on this Sunday Grey Cup day. Full parking lots at the mall even just as the game was to begin. Hard to fathom as to why someone would arrange all of this when most everyone is at home watching the TV, but strange public behaviors on special event days are nothing new to the perps.
I learned from my perp-abetting mother, via phone call, that my daughter is out of work too. Imagine that, the perps arranging a father-daughter coincident unemployment in keeping with their machinations of who works where and if they work at all. Said daughter rarely emails, calls or otherwise keeps in contact, no matter how many efforts I have made to have greater communication. This all began in 04-2002 when the perp-abetting ex was making excuses for her because of my "disability" that was later refuted by two shrinks, one of whom was the original perp-abettor to cause much of the dislocation and harassment that was plainly evident in the perps' inaugural all-out abuse year of 2002 to mid-2003.
I should get this posted for the week now, as the unemployment slackness is beginning to erode my motivational side for some strange reason.
Sunday, October 19, 2014
Thwarted Intentions Again, and Again
10-14-2014
Working at the vineyard, and I wanted to start fermentations, but the boss kept me busy all day on crushing more grapes, and still more to go. Why he had to crush three batches of red yesterday, and then have them sit for today, and likely tomorrow is beyond me. One of them was Cab. Sauv, and it got picked way too early, still with a high acid that I will need to reduce somehow. Another make work project no doubt, the perps' specialty
A formal blood sample this morning, and I got to likely view one of the Psychopathic operatives, this 60 y.o. fucker was giving me the stare across the waiting room, and again when I was exiting. And crossing the room from his chair to look at the magazines beside me to shuffle through them and then not select anything. That spells Perp Asshole to me. Bringing in operatives to stare at me no less, while the ten or so "locals", many dressed in red, all had their heads down, per usual. And lo, if they didn't come in red vehicles, a copper colored vehicle, and maybe a brown one too. They take your health care card as part of their new procedure. Good trick that, having someone's wallet contents while they are in the room.
Yesterday, a job interview at a winery in the Naramata area, and all seemed to go OK, if not leading me to understand that I had the job no less. The job is winery work, called a cellar hand in the jargon of the business. Just before I departed from the current job, a mighty wind sets up in the valley to cover me on my way, while at the interview and on the way back. This being Thanksgiving Day in Canada, about a month earlier than in the US.
I told the boss that I had the job and he seemed all happy about that, as he prompted me to look for cellar hand jobs two weeks ago.
And what is it about the Mexican connection in all of this reign of abuse? I saw Frida, 2x in the severe abuse Fuckover days of 2002, I worked with visa Mexican farm workers in 2009, 2010, 2011 and have a new found interest in Mexican music (at least three different artists, plus LR of last weeks' posting),
10-15-2004
Today, the boss goes pissy on me, I am to turn down the job or I won't be allowed on the property again. I have 24 hours to "think" about it.I know I have mentioned this theme before, but what was the boss thinking if he didn't have a back up plan for my absence? Bizarre.
10-16-2014
This morning, the boss asked me what my decision was, and I said I would go with the job offer, though he somehow "forgot" about his threat.
A total setup/jerkaound over the job offer as a cellar worker at a larger commercial winery this afternoon. Earlier in the week I told the boss that today, a Thursday, would be my last day. And at the 11th hour and about ready to leave for good, why, I check my now (as of this week) functional email via my phone, and lo, there is the fateful email to say that they hired someone else with a whole lot more experience. (When the job ad said high school graduation was sufficient). In other words, I was gamed; a job that I thought I had was withdrawn, never mind the long stream of plantedcognitive notions that supported it all work week. (For example, "what would my first day be like", "will I work morning or afternoon shift", "what gangstalking will be going on there", etc.)
And the mystery of the boss' behavior of promoting a job two weeks ago and then having no apparent back up plan in my absence is now solved. The whole thing was a setup from the get go. I had no intention of applying for a cellar hand job after early September because I didn't want to leave him high and dry. But he suggests that I look into cellar hand jobs two weeks ago, and then puts on this act about needing me when he must of known it was a total setup and jerkaround stunt.
I busted my ass all day today, and the perps kept hitting me with forced "forgets" over switching pump valves, the same fucking one each time when I swore I had done it.
A screaming rage show tonight; the chocolate bars somehow got wet in the shopping bag, and lo, if the gold painted wrapper didn't disintegrate into micro-sized gold flakes that had to be cleaned up. That was on the kitchen counter and stovetop, but they also mysteriously got onto my sweater arm, and so that had to be taken off and put into the laundry. I did a rare mid-week laundering again as the grape juice is so sticky and all over me each day. I am doing wine-making duties now, and making wine for the owner.
10-17-2014
Payday today, and the bank/ATM parking lot stalkers were there in advance, one parking transverse to the parking stall lines and more perversely, said light grey monster Ford sedan was 100' away under an lamp standard. The vehicle wasn't near any business or other vehicles and the driver was sitting in the driver's seat. Don't these assholes have a day job?
And the follow-me dude at the ATM arrived in mid-transaction, and the perps made sure I took longer by dithering me in my command of the controls/buttons. And I see the assholes ran my account down to my last $15, and this is the paycheck I need to save for my rent in two weeks. No wonder my perp-abetting mother asked about financial help on the phone a few days ago. And how is it I am supposed to make ends meet? A wage of $14.50/hour doesn't cut it in this town when the Living Wage is $18/hour, (each, for two wage earners in a household). And what is the reason for the perps to grind me down to a paycheck-to-paycheck existence? This is agriculture for crissakes, the bottom of the pay scale, as affirmed by hiring Mexicans from Mexico on annual visas and paying them $10.33/hr. Long time readers will know that the perps have ground me into overdraft situations in 2007, 2008 and 2009, and only the farm work saved my ass from my meagre disability (har, har) income. This time it is full time farm work, and the expenses to go with it.
After rent and food, the biggest expense is a vehicle of course, and one needs it to get to work on farms and vineyards. So where is all this forced penury going? Perhaps it is to seed Fear, as in the perps's FUD mandate. (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt; said to be the unofficial customer treatment credo of IBM salesmen).
Winery work today; plenty more forced "forgets" and dithering of my fine motor control today, though not as bad as yesterday. Plenty of snaggings of wires and hoses, and they did allow the pressure washer to run for the most part. I finally got the white wine juice clarified and then the pump jammed up. Another dismantle job, and surely most TI's know that the perps are obsessed with liquid transfers, e.g. hoses, pumps, pipes, connection fittings etc.? I finally got all five fermentations started, two completed today. I have a mountain of cleaning to do, and it will likely be there next week as the boss man won't deign to get his hands wet.
And a de-acidification job on the wine crush today, the perps making sure web-based sources were either vague or in imperial units. The perps often put up barriers to information access, and this was no exception. I am sure they got great mileage from forcing me to go online before going to work, and then viewing the same websites at work as well. I needed to find out how to de-acidify grape crush, as the boss senselessly picked one variety too early when he could of left it on the vine for two more weeks. He gets into self-induced panics and then applies the same mentality, i.e. grape picking, to all varieties. The boss is on a highly restrictive campaign to limit winery supplies, and it just "happened" that de-acidification supplies were on hand these three vintages, having being left from the former owner five years ago, and there when I first organized the winery, cum garage, in 2012. It amply demonstrates the perps are well organized and have a considerable planning horizon.
10-18-2014
Saturday, and I drove to my workplace to do wine making work. Only for an hour as the owner is very expense conscious and wants the minimum extra working hours. That was "punchdowns" and measuring temperature and sugar levels (in Brix). Punchdown is the task of stirring the skins back into the juice as they get lifted up into a cap with active fermentation. Now that I finally got all five fermentations going, it requires regular attention. Besides, the perps just love it when I measure things, and put on extra noisestalking when I do so. That would be hot-rod muffler noise at the vineyard, being outside the city.
At the vineyard I was forced to park under a foliated cherry tree, as the sprinklers had been on when I arrived. It is perfectly normal to do so, as the vines have been without supplied irrigation for nearly two months. I did my winery work, and headed back to an extra vehicular gangstalking contingent; motorcycles, one flashing his headlight at me, to tell me that the police were ahead, which they were. The RCMP was parked on the side of the road, and lo, if he didn't do a 180 degree turn behind me with an intervening silver-grey vehicle in between. I suspect the perps were interested in the results, in whatever form that is, of my vehicle formerly parked under a tree. They often put on extra gangstalking when I pass under trees, and too, when hiking and transitioning from a treed area to an open one. The back-lane neighbor was also in on this, as he had the lane blocked with two vehicles, one towing a white trailer. He parked one pickup with a camper on it outside my residence, and the other pickup with trailer blocked any through access. I backed up and went around the opposite direction and got to park in the opposite direction, something the perps find interesting in their all consuming study of all things anisotropic. [Different properties in different directions].
I had lunch, read some of the Fabric of Reality, and then got hit for a two hour nap attack in the afternoon. I had nine hours sleep last night to begin with, but someone figured I needed some more. And then onto laundry, which has been quite disrupted this past week as I have laundered twice in mid-week to deal with grape juice covered clothing. And lo, at the laundromat, they had a person (freak) wearing only their underwear there. presumably doing a total load.
Said freak (male, long hair in dreadlocks (three Unfavoreds)) in underwear, "happened" to have his laundry in the dryer below mine, and "happened" to cruise in close when I was about to depart. And my load somehow was unbalanced, which kept me there for an extra five minutes until the cycle could complete. Sabotaged washing machines are nothing new since the my TI world began in 04-2002, and there have been a number of laundry thefts along the way. Once, a Fuckwit stole my laundry and then was wearing one item of it when I happened to come by.
Upon my return to the laundromat, why, the freak and freakish girlfriend unloaded their dryer onto the floor and blocked access to my dryer above. Not only that, but a coffee slinging ball capped dude arrived and was chatting to them in French to slow the process down. Ergo, another ten minutes watching the TV in the corner until the laundry cum freakshow was over. A Fat Girl also came to grace the place for a few minutes, and worse yet, she had red hair (Unfavored).
I exited the laundromat and was about to back up my vehicle and lo, if a white pickup hauling a white trailer didn't "happen" to arrive and out pops a dude for whatever reason. The truck stayed put and there was enough room to exit, and lo, if the truck's headlights weren't on to illuminate me, aka, pit-lamping me when making my vehicular exit. To the perps, this would be "gravitational lensing", where, "According to general relativity, mass "warps" space–time to create gravitational fields and therefore bend light as a result." And no doubt it perturbs the etheric energy field, and too, the extra magnetic radiation they stream at me all day and night. With reference to the latter, I have measured a magnetic field of 200 Gauss, in 2002 when all this insane abuse began, and sometime in 2009 or so when a purported local TI showed me her equipment she used to detect anomalous radiation. In the latter instance, the meter registered some 1600 Gauss; one could deduce that I am constantly kept in a densified energy field of multiple origins.
Back in the perps' pre-overt/berserk days when I lived in Seattle (year 2000) I had a SPECT scan on my brain to determine if I had Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD), which I did. Also showing up on the surface of the cortex was this wavy look, called "scalloping" in the clinical term, and the report suggested that possible reasons were drug abuse, heavy smoking or toxic chemical exposures. Since none of those applied in my case, it left me mystified as to what would cause it. Well, now that I know I have been harassed and have lived in a Potemkin Village all my life, (as in totally arranged), such brain anomalies might well be from being irradiated all my life. I shall put the scan here sometime when I get my records from Victoria, assuming someone hasn't pilfered them, which has happened in the past.
10-19-2014
Sunday, and a trip to the vineyard/winery to set things right and do punchdowns. Nowhere near the level of vehicular gangstalking there was on this same short visitation yesterday, not having parked under a tree.
Afterward, a shut-in day, and doing my September month end accounting, as the Assholes won't let me get this done daily.
Anyhow, nothing too exciting to report and so to post this one.
Working at the vineyard, and I wanted to start fermentations, but the boss kept me busy all day on crushing more grapes, and still more to go. Why he had to crush three batches of red yesterday, and then have them sit for today, and likely tomorrow is beyond me. One of them was Cab. Sauv, and it got picked way too early, still with a high acid that I will need to reduce somehow. Another make work project no doubt, the perps' specialty
A formal blood sample this morning, and I got to likely view one of the Psychopathic operatives, this 60 y.o. fucker was giving me the stare across the waiting room, and again when I was exiting. And crossing the room from his chair to look at the magazines beside me to shuffle through them and then not select anything. That spells Perp Asshole to me. Bringing in operatives to stare at me no less, while the ten or so "locals", many dressed in red, all had their heads down, per usual. And lo, if they didn't come in red vehicles, a copper colored vehicle, and maybe a brown one too. They take your health care card as part of their new procedure. Good trick that, having someone's wallet contents while they are in the room.
Yesterday, a job interview at a winery in the Naramata area, and all seemed to go OK, if not leading me to understand that I had the job no less. The job is winery work, called a cellar hand in the jargon of the business. Just before I departed from the current job, a mighty wind sets up in the valley to cover me on my way, while at the interview and on the way back. This being Thanksgiving Day in Canada, about a month earlier than in the US.
I told the boss that I had the job and he seemed all happy about that, as he prompted me to look for cellar hand jobs two weeks ago.
And what is it about the Mexican connection in all of this reign of abuse? I saw Frida, 2x in the severe abuse Fuckover days of 2002, I worked with visa Mexican farm workers in 2009, 2010, 2011 and have a new found interest in Mexican music (at least three different artists, plus LR of last weeks' posting),
10-15-2004
Today, the boss goes pissy on me, I am to turn down the job or I won't be allowed on the property again. I have 24 hours to "think" about it.I know I have mentioned this theme before, but what was the boss thinking if he didn't have a back up plan for my absence? Bizarre.
10-16-2014
This morning, the boss asked me what my decision was, and I said I would go with the job offer, though he somehow "forgot" about his threat.
A total setup/jerkaound over the job offer as a cellar worker at a larger commercial winery this afternoon. Earlier in the week I told the boss that today, a Thursday, would be my last day. And at the 11th hour and about ready to leave for good, why, I check my now (as of this week) functional email via my phone, and lo, there is the fateful email to say that they hired someone else with a whole lot more experience. (When the job ad said high school graduation was sufficient). In other words, I was gamed; a job that I thought I had was withdrawn, never mind the long stream of plantedcognitive notions that supported it all work week. (For example, "what would my first day be like", "will I work morning or afternoon shift", "what gangstalking will be going on there", etc.)
And the mystery of the boss' behavior of promoting a job two weeks ago and then having no apparent back up plan in my absence is now solved. The whole thing was a setup from the get go. I had no intention of applying for a cellar hand job after early September because I didn't want to leave him high and dry. But he suggests that I look into cellar hand jobs two weeks ago, and then puts on this act about needing me when he must of known it was a total setup and jerkaround stunt.
I busted my ass all day today, and the perps kept hitting me with forced "forgets" over switching pump valves, the same fucking one each time when I swore I had done it.
A screaming rage show tonight; the chocolate bars somehow got wet in the shopping bag, and lo, if the gold painted wrapper didn't disintegrate into micro-sized gold flakes that had to be cleaned up. That was on the kitchen counter and stovetop, but they also mysteriously got onto my sweater arm, and so that had to be taken off and put into the laundry. I did a rare mid-week laundering again as the grape juice is so sticky and all over me each day. I am doing wine-making duties now, and making wine for the owner.
10-17-2014
Payday today, and the bank/ATM parking lot stalkers were there in advance, one parking transverse to the parking stall lines and more perversely, said light grey monster Ford sedan was 100' away under an lamp standard. The vehicle wasn't near any business or other vehicles and the driver was sitting in the driver's seat. Don't these assholes have a day job?
And the follow-me dude at the ATM arrived in mid-transaction, and the perps made sure I took longer by dithering me in my command of the controls/buttons. And I see the assholes ran my account down to my last $15, and this is the paycheck I need to save for my rent in two weeks. No wonder my perp-abetting mother asked about financial help on the phone a few days ago. And how is it I am supposed to make ends meet? A wage of $14.50/hour doesn't cut it in this town when the Living Wage is $18/hour, (each, for two wage earners in a household). And what is the reason for the perps to grind me down to a paycheck-to-paycheck existence? This is agriculture for crissakes, the bottom of the pay scale, as affirmed by hiring Mexicans from Mexico on annual visas and paying them $10.33/hr. Long time readers will know that the perps have ground me into overdraft situations in 2007, 2008 and 2009, and only the farm work saved my ass from my meagre disability (har, har) income. This time it is full time farm work, and the expenses to go with it.
After rent and food, the biggest expense is a vehicle of course, and one needs it to get to work on farms and vineyards. So where is all this forced penury going? Perhaps it is to seed Fear, as in the perps's FUD mandate. (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt; said to be the unofficial customer treatment credo of IBM salesmen).
Winery work today; plenty more forced "forgets" and dithering of my fine motor control today, though not as bad as yesterday. Plenty of snaggings of wires and hoses, and they did allow the pressure washer to run for the most part. I finally got the white wine juice clarified and then the pump jammed up. Another dismantle job, and surely most TI's know that the perps are obsessed with liquid transfers, e.g. hoses, pumps, pipes, connection fittings etc.? I finally got all five fermentations started, two completed today. I have a mountain of cleaning to do, and it will likely be there next week as the boss man won't deign to get his hands wet.
And a de-acidification job on the wine crush today, the perps making sure web-based sources were either vague or in imperial units. The perps often put up barriers to information access, and this was no exception. I am sure they got great mileage from forcing me to go online before going to work, and then viewing the same websites at work as well. I needed to find out how to de-acidify grape crush, as the boss senselessly picked one variety too early when he could of left it on the vine for two more weeks. He gets into self-induced panics and then applies the same mentality, i.e. grape picking, to all varieties. The boss is on a highly restrictive campaign to limit winery supplies, and it just "happened" that de-acidification supplies were on hand these three vintages, having being left from the former owner five years ago, and there when I first organized the winery, cum garage, in 2012. It amply demonstrates the perps are well organized and have a considerable planning horizon.
10-18-2014
Saturday, and I drove to my workplace to do wine making work. Only for an hour as the owner is very expense conscious and wants the minimum extra working hours. That was "punchdowns" and measuring temperature and sugar levels (in Brix). Punchdown is the task of stirring the skins back into the juice as they get lifted up into a cap with active fermentation. Now that I finally got all five fermentations going, it requires regular attention. Besides, the perps just love it when I measure things, and put on extra noisestalking when I do so. That would be hot-rod muffler noise at the vineyard, being outside the city.
At the vineyard I was forced to park under a foliated cherry tree, as the sprinklers had been on when I arrived. It is perfectly normal to do so, as the vines have been without supplied irrigation for nearly two months. I did my winery work, and headed back to an extra vehicular gangstalking contingent; motorcycles, one flashing his headlight at me, to tell me that the police were ahead, which they were. The RCMP was parked on the side of the road, and lo, if he didn't do a 180 degree turn behind me with an intervening silver-grey vehicle in between. I suspect the perps were interested in the results, in whatever form that is, of my vehicle formerly parked under a tree. They often put on extra gangstalking when I pass under trees, and too, when hiking and transitioning from a treed area to an open one. The back-lane neighbor was also in on this, as he had the lane blocked with two vehicles, one towing a white trailer. He parked one pickup with a camper on it outside my residence, and the other pickup with trailer blocked any through access. I backed up and went around the opposite direction and got to park in the opposite direction, something the perps find interesting in their all consuming study of all things anisotropic. [Different properties in different directions].
I had lunch, read some of the Fabric of Reality, and then got hit for a two hour nap attack in the afternoon. I had nine hours sleep last night to begin with, but someone figured I needed some more. And then onto laundry, which has been quite disrupted this past week as I have laundered twice in mid-week to deal with grape juice covered clothing. And lo, at the laundromat, they had a person (freak) wearing only their underwear there. presumably doing a total load.
Said freak (male, long hair in dreadlocks (three Unfavoreds)) in underwear, "happened" to have his laundry in the dryer below mine, and "happened" to cruise in close when I was about to depart. And my load somehow was unbalanced, which kept me there for an extra five minutes until the cycle could complete. Sabotaged washing machines are nothing new since the my TI world began in 04-2002, and there have been a number of laundry thefts along the way. Once, a Fuckwit stole my laundry and then was wearing one item of it when I happened to come by.
Upon my return to the laundromat, why, the freak and freakish girlfriend unloaded their dryer onto the floor and blocked access to my dryer above. Not only that, but a coffee slinging ball capped dude arrived and was chatting to them in French to slow the process down. Ergo, another ten minutes watching the TV in the corner until the laundry cum freakshow was over. A Fat Girl also came to grace the place for a few minutes, and worse yet, she had red hair (Unfavored).
I exited the laundromat and was about to back up my vehicle and lo, if a white pickup hauling a white trailer didn't "happen" to arrive and out pops a dude for whatever reason. The truck stayed put and there was enough room to exit, and lo, if the truck's headlights weren't on to illuminate me, aka, pit-lamping me when making my vehicular exit. To the perps, this would be "gravitational lensing", where, "According to general relativity, mass "warps" space–time to create gravitational fields and therefore bend light as a result." And no doubt it perturbs the etheric energy field, and too, the extra magnetic radiation they stream at me all day and night. With reference to the latter, I have measured a magnetic field of 200 Gauss, in 2002 when all this insane abuse began, and sometime in 2009 or so when a purported local TI showed me her equipment she used to detect anomalous radiation. In the latter instance, the meter registered some 1600 Gauss; one could deduce that I am constantly kept in a densified energy field of multiple origins.
Back in the perps' pre-overt/berserk days when I lived in Seattle (year 2000) I had a SPECT scan on my brain to determine if I had Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD), which I did. Also showing up on the surface of the cortex was this wavy look, called "scalloping" in the clinical term, and the report suggested that possible reasons were drug abuse, heavy smoking or toxic chemical exposures. Since none of those applied in my case, it left me mystified as to what would cause it. Well, now that I know I have been harassed and have lived in a Potemkin Village all my life, (as in totally arranged), such brain anomalies might well be from being irradiated all my life. I shall put the scan here sometime when I get my records from Victoria, assuming someone hasn't pilfered them, which has happened in the past.
10-19-2014
Sunday, and a trip to the vineyard/winery to set things right and do punchdowns. Nowhere near the level of vehicular gangstalking there was on this same short visitation yesterday, not having parked under a tree.
Afterward, a shut-in day, and doing my September month end accounting, as the Assholes won't let me get this done daily.
Anyhow, nothing too exciting to report and so to post this one.
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