11-11-2014
Remembrance Day here, a national statutory holiday. Unlike Armistice Day in the US, where there isn't a mandated national day holiday. And for the record, I don't buy into co-opting Nov. 11 for TI's or other abusees, even if applied by military personnel (very likely in my case, given the profusion of military motifs in the gangstalking scene).
And so, on this Tuesday, I get to start this blog posting in relative comfort and introspection, not to mention better trivial harassment recall. Often times, end of the day recall is highly limited, and by rough measure, less than 10% of the harassment/abuse litany gets a mention in any given posting.
This is the post yoga day, always a big deal for the perps it seems, and a rare full day off afterward, going by the calendar. Though, I have had plenty of yoga classes on other days of the week, but it seems that Mondays are a big deal for the perps, the first day after the weekend.
I wasn't going to go to yoga yesterday for fear of the heavy Wheezer+Gasper Dude arriving beside me as for the prior three sessions. The prior "internal" (read, remotely planted thoughts) dialog of the last few days was that three stakeouts with this cat was too plenty and I would go to yoga on Wednesdays. And so I came to understand, again from this dialog, that I was going to be made to go nonetheless. And yes, once back from vineyard work yesterday, I duly got dressed for yoga and went to class, if nothing else that to admire the female instructor and work on stretching and poses. Regular readers will know that yoga is of particular interest for the perps, all those spine stretchings and twistings, often times emulated by the excessive frequency of ambulatory gangstalkers on the street and in the stores doing their "bend-overs", seeming partial poses.
When at yoga, the class mat placement and location of me and all others is of seeming major orchestration, and my regular spot had a new female visitor in place, and so I situated myself in the latter half of the room, with her partially in my view of the instructor. She was very large (Unfavored), and with a red top no less, always a red rag to a bull, as in an Unfavored color. Anyhow, others trickled in, and the class filled up with some 16 women, and save one, not a single tattoo on display. (And the Wheezer+Gasper didn't arrive either). The exception was Star Girl, who has three star shaped tattoos on her wrist, though with her placement (often near me of late), I did not see them the entire practice. Thank goodness for small mercies, not seeing tattoos that is.
I am getting bummed out this week due to the fact that my job winds up this week, and that I have next to nothing in my bank account. It seems the perps just revel in making me broke, and I cannot count the number of times they have pulled this, against my own instincts and sense of fiscal prudence. This goes back decades, and for the perps, there was nothing better than having an abetting (then) spouse who would pull these same financial stunts. As in, stress the victim some more, with a fill-in-the-blank option as to the rationale. But since the perps went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002, there was a considerable escalation as to stressors, all pointing back to the Thems I came to understand. About the only positive outcome in all this abuse and whole life orchestration is the realization that it is from a single central source, and only the delivery means and players vary, along with the theme and associated rationale.
Onto other perp hijinx; last night they had me somehow "miss" in getting into my sleeping arrangements (in the dark) and also having me not register the fact that I went to bed and to sleep underneath my mid-grey colored bed sheets, and directly on top of the teal colored foam pad. A first for the 1.5 years of staying at this location, but not too surprising in that the color of one's bedding seems to be of prime interest to the perps, as with clothing colors, and the color of all else, seen or touched or ingested. And no less, they woke me up in the early morning to have me find this out, but kept me too sleepy from doing something about it as I was still warm enough. Go figure, but it wouldn't be the first time these early morning "realizations" have been laid on me, for seeming trivial reasons from my perspective.
And why this intense dude gangstalking coverage whenever I am shopping for mushrooms in the stores? I get a dude with his ass backed up to the mushrooms chatting (aka Cheersing) with someone else in an orchestrated set up/malingering to stop me going there at first. A few days ago while at the mushrooms at another store, I had the "Dude Convergence" stunt, where two or more males appear to be coalescing abreast to then come right at me. This puts me in a momentary panic, so they must be fishing for some kind of abreaction I have to such past encounters, though I cannot recall any. In the latter example, only one of the two dudes arrived near me, an apparent staff member to putz with a price display tag 2' away. The other dude then moved on with a bag of tortilla chips in hand, the very same kind the perps make me routinely purchase. Then at the checkout, another follower had a cooked chicken on the conveyor belt, the very same kind I regularly purchase. Purchase emulations are nothing new for this gig.
11-12-2014
Like a Monday (after a day off) but on a Wednesday. I wonder what perp synchronicity is in this arrangement. Most often I regard the perps as fucking insane and have no interest in their games over day of the week, numeric arrangements etc.
11-13-2014
A day unlike any I have spent, save some sawmill graveyard shift back in 1978; I participated in a night picking of frozen grapes on the vine, aka ice wine harvest. The temperature has to be less than -8C, and the grapes are to arrive at the winery in a frozen state. At $20/hour, and my bank account drained, it would of been foolish to pass it up. And so I joined this 30 strong throng to "flock pick" frozen grape in the dark. We were issued head lamps and harvesting shears, and worked six rows simultaneously, three on each side of a central tractor that carried a bin that the swampers put the fully picked buckets into. No ordinary tractor, but a Yanmar T80, fully rubber tracked no less. (And have I mentioned the perps and their abiding preoccupation with rubber in all its forms and uses? Many times, but this one was different in that it was a tracked, not a rotational tire, vehicle that was in our midst).
No question the gangstalk thing was going on, but as I was busy heads down picking, I wasn't accorded much loathing time. And then to finish it all off with a "payday moment", as in lining up to get paid, why, it must of been out of the perp employment games playbook. And too, another research theme of theirs is changing diurnal light levels and how my vision adjusts, specifically the rods and cones cells in my eyes. And of course at about 0530h the dawn starts to break and this truly is a high perp moment, just as dusk onset is.
And all those people nattering the whole time, moving about from row to row, "helping out" etc., because that is what "flock picking" is about; we pick altogether and fill in where pickers are getting behind, so the row is picked clean. And of course, without the sense of guardedness that piece rate picking would bring. All those LED headband lights was also a likely interest of the perps, though rarely did I catch a full beam in the face. Anyhow, as fluid as it all seemed, one can be sure that the perps had a research field "day" with all those factors at work together; rubber, diurnal eye/light physiology, fruit harvesting, colder temperatures, and the inevitable clustering of participating personnel.
Other perp manifestations during the ice wine pick were that they giving me pain in the nuts, a generalized dull pain with a definite onset, and sometimes coincident with someone else coming in to work near me. For the past 2.5 years I have worked at a vineyard with overhead high voltage power-lines on one side of the property, and I am sure they wanted to test me out without this EMF aid, as in etheric (or whatever term one wished to use) person-EMF energy interactions that were not so close to said power-line that runs up the Okanagan Valley to Kelowna. Long time readers will recall in 2010 and 2011 that I worked at a farm with overhead power-lines, and whenever we worked the field underneath it (pumpkins then), the "nut hunting" (aka general genital) pain would come on for a few minutes and then back off. No doubt the perps were calibrating their powerline proximity research. And too, helicopters on some hikes/farm jobs have flown overhead of powerlines in my presence and proximate shills.
A sleep for four hours this afternoon, much needed, in conventional terms. Regular readers will know that the perps can routinely manipulate my sleep needs at a whim, and can have me stay up all night for three days in succession without any apparent daytime need to catch up. Imagine, one of the most central physiological adult human needs, sleep, can be dispensed with if they determine if there is some kind of immediate research benefit. No doubt they are working, or perhaps even know, all the physiological energetics of sleep and human development through to adulthood. Another one of their tricks relating to the above mentioned adult sleep need elimination, is to invoke a giddy or derealization state after three successive days of sleep deprivation, as if this was a consequence. I have experienced such derealization sensations back in their panic attack invocation games of 1986-89, and have come to know from my ADD research days of 1996 to 2002, that should one's temporal lobes be de-energized to some extent, then derealization will occur. And have I not mentioned that this part of the brain is the locus for physic research? Not lately, but it runs central to this whole nonconsensual human experimentation gig, and may well have other ramifications for the perp's seeming quantum energy research objectives related to the "Measurement Problem" and "Many Worlds". Such a huge agenda to be sure, but then again, IMHO, it includes the human race, not just us beleaguered TI's on the front line of the human abuse imperative.
11-14-2014
A job interview this afternoon; I felt tongue tied and mentally sluggish; I have had such sensations in job interviews in the long past, and wondered why I seem so dull when I should be up. Now I know why this "happens". Suffice to say it went OK, which means no expected success. The two interviewers seemed kind of dullified as well; a whole 30 minutes interview time. They even had one of the interviewers walk past me twice beforehand while was waiting in the lobby. The same person gave me the mushiest handshake I ever had, post interview. And an avoidant gaze to go with it. At one point in the interview she was shooting the HR guy a nasty look while he was looking down. All too weird, and all too contrived, so why did they put this act on? Not that I expect a job offer or anything, but if all my job interviews in the past were orchestrated, then why did these cats put on an act of seeming exclusion? Go figure.
Said interviewer had an standard size white envelope in hand when stalking me in the lobby. Before that, I was waiting in my vehicle in the parking lot for 10 minutes, and lo, if the black vehicle two stalls away didn't have a white envelope bearing woman arrive from the opposite direction, examine her vehicle on the far side for a few minutes and then came around to the drivers side, visible to me. (A white parked vehicle on the opposite side). Envelope bearing stalkers are nothing new, though for the most part the envelopes have been light brown or buff yellow and larger sizes. No, I didn't think they were the same woman, as one was taller. If the perps mess with someone's height it seems they need a few days to do it, though there have been tales of shape shifting from animal to human form in minutes per David Icke.
My prediction; the perps will hang me out to dry for at least two months; as in no employment. Such a state hasn't occurred since they went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002. And now that I have been gainfully employed for 2.5 years, why, it is time to whack the victim again. With the only difference of being an official statistic this time, taking EI (Employment Insurance) benefits, much reduced from the current unsatisfactory wage level of course. Even the difference of putting TI's through spells of unemployment taking EI benefits (not since 1976-77) versus Disability (har, har) benefits of the last 12 years is a big deal to the perps. It is another "so what" as far as I am concerned.
It was a 40 min. drive which was relatively free of traffic, save these car carriers the perps like to put on. Two headed S when I was traveling N, and then one more oppositely when I was returning S bound. And no less, an additional truck with scrapped cars on it too, those compressed/crushed vehicles they like to arrange every so often.
The landlords' electrician installed a humidistat in this here residence today, and at 50% humidity the fan has been going steady since about 1000h, now 1800h. No doubt the fan noise will be a constant companion for the next while, perhaps most days. And to run all this time it has to suck air in from somewhere, that being the great outdoors which is at -4C today. And I see the landlady put the heat down 2C to 20C, which means the actual inside temperature is 18C going by the separate thermometer on the wall. Maybe the humidistat will keep the mold down at long last.
11-15-2014
A day of recovery after another night-time ice wine pick. A decidedly greater gangstalking event this time. They kept popping up and getting in front of me about 80% of the time I was walking past pickers picking. We pick as a group, picking side by side, and when done one's row length, 4' to 6' usually, then one leapfrogs past the pickers to get to a new section. I got to wear my knee pads this time and saved myself a whole lot of back pain unlike the first ice wine picking. The perps make no bones about disrupting all my good practice habits and then nail me with their tried and true "consequences".
And much more "inadvertent" picker contact; seeming inadvertent blundering, and one once occasion blindsiding me with a picker placed in front of me as I turned from placing a plastic picking bucket into the back of the foreman's red pickup. Some pickers were beside me on one side and then at a certain set point, they got up and went around me to pick on the other side which was usually covered by another picker anyhow. If such increased contact and coverage wasn't enough, they it became more intensive after the break time when I ate my lunch, the typical turmeric (read, saturated yellow color) spiced gumbo they have me make. They even hounded me when about to take a forced piss; I turned my head light off and went to an area we had finished picking, as in semi-private, but at least six pickers "happened" to be there for some reason. I then went to a row across the driveway we weren't going to be picking, and lo, if the tractor didn't line me up in its headlights as it came down the opposite row.
It was a shorter work night as we finished in 5.5 hours as one vineyard was relatively easy as the grape stems were exposed, and in the freezing conditions the stems were weak and we could pull many of the grape bunches off, faster than snipping them with the harvesting shears. During this first vineyard, they put on full male jocularity, replete with the nonsense rhymes and the like, and never funny, even if they thought so. We finished in the dark, unlike the first pick, where we got to see each other in the daylight at 0600h.
11-16-2014
Sunday, and a day of rest, as in getting laundry done. Not too much excitement on this front, just a weird capped male needed to get ahead of me when entering the building, and then later he was hanging at the public PC. It seems he needed to show me that he was temporarily without cap and coat. Nothing new there, the perps often arrange clothing going on or off with their gangstalkers in public. And too, have them looking at a computer or smart phone display.
11-17-2014
Got totally brain wiped last evening, "forgetting" to post this as I usually do on Sunday nights PT.
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Monday, November 17, 2014
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Returns, Exchanges and Refunds
1530h
One part of my life that has radically changed since full-on overt harassment is the game of having recently acquired goods "fail", fall apart, not as advertised or otherwise malfunction. So.... the game is to take these items back to where they came from and seek redress in some way. This allows the perps to re-evaluate the item after some weeks in your posession in its original environment. What they get out of that is total conjecture, and so it wasn't too much of a surprise that my very expensive progressive lens eyeglasses had to be returned because they weren't edge polished as ordered.
As part of this created perp obsession, I wasn't offered the option, and did not know it had been specified in the first place. And so, after one round of visiting the store on the weekend and coming up against a clueless store assistant, I took the glasses back and asked the very attractive blonde woman in charge if in fact the glasses were edge polished or not, as I wasn't 100% sure of the term yet, and was going by others, including Sarah Palin, who had exposed edges that were smooth and transparent. The edges of my eyeglasses were a whitish appearence and almost opaque. And lo, if the blonde woman didn't declare that she "missed" noticing this from the work order, and asked if I wouldn't mind sending them back to the lab. I told her that was fine, and that I had my old eyeglasses in place for such an eventuality. The deal was done, and so I am back to my old pair that correct for distance viewing only.
And this was the perp's entre to repeated vision fucking all day so far, and likely until I get the new eyeglasses back, hopefully tomorrow. And I suppose it gives the perps an respite to analyse the new glasses for whatever energetic signatures that they took on when on my face for a month, as they seemed well prepared for this one block excursion. They had the elevator floor wet, as if recently mopped, and the elevator lobby too. They even put on the mop bucket, near identical in form and material to the one that I use at the car dealership for my one hour per day job.
On the way to the optician I dropped off a bag full of Christmas presents I didn't want, and I suspect that the givers knew exactly what they were doing as they know what kind of garments I like, and they are constantly exposed to this when I visit them. I also "remembered" to throw in the brown raincoat I never use and got fucked in purchasing when in Seattle in 2000, as all the black, grey and navy blue ones were gone. A partially consumed marzipan loaf was also put in the bag as the perps arranged it such that I didn't have any gift giving occasions and that I was suitably faked out by my mother's specious talk. And the polycarbonate bisphenol A leaching water bottle was also put in the charity giveaway bag, an item the perps had me use last summer and have since spooked me with pollutant "concerns". Though the real fact is that they likely knew all about it years ago and as ingested pollutants seem to be creating more problems for them in remotely assaying/applying energetic intrusions like mind control, they seem to be moving on. I have no idea as to what the fuckers are up to; remediating my ingested pollutants or working around them by appropriate modelling of their behavior in one's physiological system. The perps tell me that the pollutant traces have inconsistent properties at the quantum level; the usual caveat applies, though they have been very consistent in chasing me down with all manner and types of plastics, especially the PVC pipe bearing irrigation services trucks that buzz about me, even if there is no jobsite nearby.
After dropping off the donations at the local charity, and back on the sidewalk, the perps arranged a swarm of at least five dudes in an confluence with me in the center beside the vagrant act with the shopping cart that was stopped in mid-sidewalk for no apparent reason. It was simply amazing as to how all these Fuckwits could come from nowhere, and assemble as a swarm with such amazing choreography. I don't know quite what so compelling at that moment; I had walked some 50' N. to the charity donations bay, and then walked the same path back, and then turned W. and had only gone some 15' when the dude swarm came from across the street, the adjacent parking lot, and the vagrang Fuckwit stopped in mid-street. Then some more gangstalking action until I got the opticians where they re-installed the E. Indian dude to pose briefy as seen through the storefront glass and who had scooted by the time I had entered the building only two seconds later. This business has always been a babe show, but the perps seem determined to introduce some males into the mix, but are doing it in a very incremental way. The dude gangstalkers in the opticians are for very short, no more than five seconds, durations to be seen by me. Hence the last time when there, two males arrived at the front door as I was about to depart with my new eyeglasses, one of whom was wearing a fedora and they jointly appeared as if they were some noir B movie. Fucking hilarious, or at least, as much as it gets.
Today's other dude in the optical store was a supposed customer with his wife and I heard him, and those he was talking to, while dealing with the blonde woman who was making a fuss that she "missed" noticing that my then new glasses weren't edge polished. And it would seem that the perps just wanted me to hear a male voice in the background, and once I got up to leave, he was doing his pose for me to see, and my attention was momentarily directed to see him. This seems to be the perps' way of metered incremental introductions of males into my enviroment as they are of the Unfavored demographic groups, seemingly because of past inflicted subconscious traumatizations the assholes are now attempting to elicit. Regular readers might recall a similar event in the summer when one of my daffodil farmworkers, who had been regularly into the sauce, arrived late a work on the conveyor line, and then the perps wafted his pungent odour toward me, such that I smelled him first before I saw him. An interesting variation of the perps and their incremental introduction games.
And while at the opticians there was the usual array of "service" and "delivery" vehicles clustered outside, often with the dude/driver sitting there in the cab, present for both my inbound and outbound legs of my return journey. They put on some white colored vans and 5 tonne delivery trucks and then injected about a quarter of them as glossy black colored vehicles, an opposite greyscale tone, and a very frequent gangstalk vehicle configuration color. Wearing the old eyeglasses for a day will likely also attract some more Fuckwit/gangstalker shenanigans tonight when on the cleaning job or afterward. I don't want to consider what the Fuckover games are going to be as I am still royally pissed with the three forced "forgets" last night.
When I got back from the opticians the apartment lobby floor mopping action was still in progress, just with no cleaning person or mop bucket around. When the perps put on wet floors and wetted parking lots (with no other adjacent road surfaces wet), they are going all out to expedite whatever fuckery they are doing, which as regular readers will know, it is the remote assay of one's total bioenergetic signature (or, bioelectromagnetics if you prefer, but I think this is only part of it all, hence I use the term, bioenergetics) for the purposes of 100% mind control as well as other bioenergetic states that have to do with color, conscious and subconscious recall (per above), as well as likely psychic energies. Hence the ongoing kiddie and dog show as an inordinant part of the ongoing gangstalking population as they are more sensitive to psychic energies.
Anyhow, that is a whole lot to take in, but I don't come to those speculations without a whole lot of experiences and observation. I have had 6.5 years of this fucking abuse, and there is a plenty of consistency the perps are presenting and reiterating, and it would seem that they are on a campaign to continue their quest that has been very consistent around their objectives as noted in my blog posting to the right under Introductory Postings, Pondering the Perps Objectives.
2200h
And lo, if the perps didn't pull a major toilet blockage and overflow stunt that had to be cleaned up with towels. And of course it it too late to put them in the laundry tonight so they get to sit in the bathtub for the night until I get to them tomorrow morning, just after breakfast when I will be reminded of them sitting there. One is not allowed to be proactive and get onto matters right away, but is kept constantly clueless by "remembering" only on sight. I will spare the details, but this has to be at least the eighth time in this apartment, and as far as I can recollect, they have been the most aggressive on toilet overflow stunts here. Though the assholes have always been obsessed over me taking a shit right from the start when they became overt in 04-2002 and I saw one of the male invader crew put a balloon in the toilet and flushed it as he placed the balloon in to get it out just out of sight and into the pipe. And ever since then, the assholes have sabotaged just about every crap I have taken. Not to mention that they also parade brown colored vehicles and brown dressed gangstalkers around too. I suspect they could of figured out their fucking brown color problem years ago with cooperation instead of a 6.5 year long game of peekaboo color exposures and the toilet fucking games.
One is tempted to associate the fact that I am wearing my old eyeglasses tonight with tonight's shit stunt, but I have no idea why. As always, there are no true coincidences in my life, it is all a matter of figuring out what the Shit SS want from their deranged experimentation games. All this description is too interesting for the assholes as they have brought in the rumbling noise overhead, that portable one that "arrives" overhead no matter where I am in the apartment; desk, kitchen, bathroom, and bed.
I have an 1000h employment appointment tomorrow as part of the grovelling process for training monies to upgrade my computer skills to current levels after this criminally enforced hiatus. I wonder what the real agenda is in getting me to an outside appointment on the heels of tonight's shit stunt and the cleanup. No doubt there will be serious gangstalking and perhaps someone will be wearing my brown raincoat that I put into the charity today. The usual deal for appointments is that even if I am on time the meeting it starts 15 to 20 minutes late while the parade of Fuckwits with their coffees (think brown color stalking), passes by along with the plasma and maser beams flitting about. Yesterday's appointment was an example with even the yellow envelope stalking as some kind of color reference for the person who "needed" to pick up brochures from the rack near me.
Tonight's one hour car dealership cleaning was less eventful thankfully; I see that the two week "tour" of the deep red metallic Mazda Tribute with the yellow fiberglass stringered ladders finally ended. This vehicle had been rotated to all the hoists (four), one in each corner and in the center as some kind of color reference "bait". The perps routinely have ladder bearing gangstalking vehicles in my proximity, and it would seem that having this vehicle there in differing positions and elevations (on the hoists) was of prime importance. The used vehicles that they had arranged in the Service Shop tonight were red, copper color and black, all straight from the gangstalking playbook.
I noticed today when dropping off the charity stuff I passed a copper colored Volvo 850 wagon, the pre-2002 version that looks the best before they "jelly beaned" the body panels. This vehicle parks in that closest parking lot corner anytime I pass by on that side of the street, and I suppose it represents a Favored design with a color the perps are obsessed over, but only selectively present, that being a copper color. And it is no surprise how many shiny pennies "erupt" around me when out in public as some kind of reference color and material (metal). The perps are putting on the more reddish copper colors of late, the ones that I find ugly. This Volvo is a more bronze colored copper and might have been the reason the fuckers swarmed on me in mid street, detailed above. This same Volvo was arranged in the Volvo car dealership lot when I was in my former residence (2007 to 2007)and I would pass it by when on my shopping trips. I must of seen it at least 10x or more, and it was often parked near the tree that was overhanging the lot and the sidewalk. What the copper color means for the perps isn't clear to me, but it is interesting that today's pants "uniform", jeans, have copper studs in them.
That should be enough of a blog posting for today, having an outing this morning and then the lastmost toilet stunt to ensure there is another round of loathing and angst created. The perps feed on emotional tumult and duress, and I often wonder how much of the news is fomented by these assholes in order to create more of these seeming optimal harassment/nonconsensual human experimentation events. Enough of the conspiracies for now, but many TI's find there is more commonality of world events than they want to publically divulge. Even here, I don't go into all these possible connections as I don't always know the premise behind them, and don't want to engage in long chains of unsubstantiated conjecture.
One part of my life that has radically changed since full-on overt harassment is the game of having recently acquired goods "fail", fall apart, not as advertised or otherwise malfunction. So.... the game is to take these items back to where they came from and seek redress in some way. This allows the perps to re-evaluate the item after some weeks in your posession in its original environment. What they get out of that is total conjecture, and so it wasn't too much of a surprise that my very expensive progressive lens eyeglasses had to be returned because they weren't edge polished as ordered.
As part of this created perp obsession, I wasn't offered the option, and did not know it had been specified in the first place. And so, after one round of visiting the store on the weekend and coming up against a clueless store assistant, I took the glasses back and asked the very attractive blonde woman in charge if in fact the glasses were edge polished or not, as I wasn't 100% sure of the term yet, and was going by others, including Sarah Palin, who had exposed edges that were smooth and transparent. The edges of my eyeglasses were a whitish appearence and almost opaque. And lo, if the blonde woman didn't declare that she "missed" noticing this from the work order, and asked if I wouldn't mind sending them back to the lab. I told her that was fine, and that I had my old eyeglasses in place for such an eventuality. The deal was done, and so I am back to my old pair that correct for distance viewing only.
And this was the perp's entre to repeated vision fucking all day so far, and likely until I get the new eyeglasses back, hopefully tomorrow. And I suppose it gives the perps an respite to analyse the new glasses for whatever energetic signatures that they took on when on my face for a month, as they seemed well prepared for this one block excursion. They had the elevator floor wet, as if recently mopped, and the elevator lobby too. They even put on the mop bucket, near identical in form and material to the one that I use at the car dealership for my one hour per day job.
On the way to the optician I dropped off a bag full of Christmas presents I didn't want, and I suspect that the givers knew exactly what they were doing as they know what kind of garments I like, and they are constantly exposed to this when I visit them. I also "remembered" to throw in the brown raincoat I never use and got fucked in purchasing when in Seattle in 2000, as all the black, grey and navy blue ones were gone. A partially consumed marzipan loaf was also put in the bag as the perps arranged it such that I didn't have any gift giving occasions and that I was suitably faked out by my mother's specious talk. And the polycarbonate bisphenol A leaching water bottle was also put in the charity giveaway bag, an item the perps had me use last summer and have since spooked me with pollutant "concerns". Though the real fact is that they likely knew all about it years ago and as ingested pollutants seem to be creating more problems for them in remotely assaying/applying energetic intrusions like mind control, they seem to be moving on. I have no idea as to what the fuckers are up to; remediating my ingested pollutants or working around them by appropriate modelling of their behavior in one's physiological system. The perps tell me that the pollutant traces have inconsistent properties at the quantum level; the usual caveat applies, though they have been very consistent in chasing me down with all manner and types of plastics, especially the PVC pipe bearing irrigation services trucks that buzz about me, even if there is no jobsite nearby.
After dropping off the donations at the local charity, and back on the sidewalk, the perps arranged a swarm of at least five dudes in an confluence with me in the center beside the vagrant act with the shopping cart that was stopped in mid-sidewalk for no apparent reason. It was simply amazing as to how all these Fuckwits could come from nowhere, and assemble as a swarm with such amazing choreography. I don't know quite what so compelling at that moment; I had walked some 50' N. to the charity donations bay, and then walked the same path back, and then turned W. and had only gone some 15' when the dude swarm came from across the street, the adjacent parking lot, and the vagrang Fuckwit stopped in mid-street. Then some more gangstalking action until I got the opticians where they re-installed the E. Indian dude to pose briefy as seen through the storefront glass and who had scooted by the time I had entered the building only two seconds later. This business has always been a babe show, but the perps seem determined to introduce some males into the mix, but are doing it in a very incremental way. The dude gangstalkers in the opticians are for very short, no more than five seconds, durations to be seen by me. Hence the last time when there, two males arrived at the front door as I was about to depart with my new eyeglasses, one of whom was wearing a fedora and they jointly appeared as if they were some noir B movie. Fucking hilarious, or at least, as much as it gets.
Today's other dude in the optical store was a supposed customer with his wife and I heard him, and those he was talking to, while dealing with the blonde woman who was making a fuss that she "missed" noticing that my then new glasses weren't edge polished. And it would seem that the perps just wanted me to hear a male voice in the background, and once I got up to leave, he was doing his pose for me to see, and my attention was momentarily directed to see him. This seems to be the perps' way of metered incremental introductions of males into my enviroment as they are of the Unfavored demographic groups, seemingly because of past inflicted subconscious traumatizations the assholes are now attempting to elicit. Regular readers might recall a similar event in the summer when one of my daffodil farmworkers, who had been regularly into the sauce, arrived late a work on the conveyor line, and then the perps wafted his pungent odour toward me, such that I smelled him first before I saw him. An interesting variation of the perps and their incremental introduction games.
And while at the opticians there was the usual array of "service" and "delivery" vehicles clustered outside, often with the dude/driver sitting there in the cab, present for both my inbound and outbound legs of my return journey. They put on some white colored vans and 5 tonne delivery trucks and then injected about a quarter of them as glossy black colored vehicles, an opposite greyscale tone, and a very frequent gangstalk vehicle configuration color. Wearing the old eyeglasses for a day will likely also attract some more Fuckwit/gangstalker shenanigans tonight when on the cleaning job or afterward. I don't want to consider what the Fuckover games are going to be as I am still royally pissed with the three forced "forgets" last night.
When I got back from the opticians the apartment lobby floor mopping action was still in progress, just with no cleaning person or mop bucket around. When the perps put on wet floors and wetted parking lots (with no other adjacent road surfaces wet), they are going all out to expedite whatever fuckery they are doing, which as regular readers will know, it is the remote assay of one's total bioenergetic signature (or, bioelectromagnetics if you prefer, but I think this is only part of it all, hence I use the term, bioenergetics) for the purposes of 100% mind control as well as other bioenergetic states that have to do with color, conscious and subconscious recall (per above), as well as likely psychic energies. Hence the ongoing kiddie and dog show as an inordinant part of the ongoing gangstalking population as they are more sensitive to psychic energies.
Anyhow, that is a whole lot to take in, but I don't come to those speculations without a whole lot of experiences and observation. I have had 6.5 years of this fucking abuse, and there is a plenty of consistency the perps are presenting and reiterating, and it would seem that they are on a campaign to continue their quest that has been very consistent around their objectives as noted in my blog posting to the right under Introductory Postings, Pondering the Perps Objectives.
2200h
And lo, if the perps didn't pull a major toilet blockage and overflow stunt that had to be cleaned up with towels. And of course it it too late to put them in the laundry tonight so they get to sit in the bathtub for the night until I get to them tomorrow morning, just after breakfast when I will be reminded of them sitting there. One is not allowed to be proactive and get onto matters right away, but is kept constantly clueless by "remembering" only on sight. I will spare the details, but this has to be at least the eighth time in this apartment, and as far as I can recollect, they have been the most aggressive on toilet overflow stunts here. Though the assholes have always been obsessed over me taking a shit right from the start when they became overt in 04-2002 and I saw one of the male invader crew put a balloon in the toilet and flushed it as he placed the balloon in to get it out just out of sight and into the pipe. And ever since then, the assholes have sabotaged just about every crap I have taken. Not to mention that they also parade brown colored vehicles and brown dressed gangstalkers around too. I suspect they could of figured out their fucking brown color problem years ago with cooperation instead of a 6.5 year long game of peekaboo color exposures and the toilet fucking games.
One is tempted to associate the fact that I am wearing my old eyeglasses tonight with tonight's shit stunt, but I have no idea why. As always, there are no true coincidences in my life, it is all a matter of figuring out what the Shit SS want from their deranged experimentation games. All this description is too interesting for the assholes as they have brought in the rumbling noise overhead, that portable one that "arrives" overhead no matter where I am in the apartment; desk, kitchen, bathroom, and bed.
I have an 1000h employment appointment tomorrow as part of the grovelling process for training monies to upgrade my computer skills to current levels after this criminally enforced hiatus. I wonder what the real agenda is in getting me to an outside appointment on the heels of tonight's shit stunt and the cleanup. No doubt there will be serious gangstalking and perhaps someone will be wearing my brown raincoat that I put into the charity today. The usual deal for appointments is that even if I am on time the meeting it starts 15 to 20 minutes late while the parade of Fuckwits with their coffees (think brown color stalking), passes by along with the plasma and maser beams flitting about. Yesterday's appointment was an example with even the yellow envelope stalking as some kind of color reference for the person who "needed" to pick up brochures from the rack near me.
Tonight's one hour car dealership cleaning was less eventful thankfully; I see that the two week "tour" of the deep red metallic Mazda Tribute with the yellow fiberglass stringered ladders finally ended. This vehicle had been rotated to all the hoists (four), one in each corner and in the center as some kind of color reference "bait". The perps routinely have ladder bearing gangstalking vehicles in my proximity, and it would seem that having this vehicle there in differing positions and elevations (on the hoists) was of prime importance. The used vehicles that they had arranged in the Service Shop tonight were red, copper color and black, all straight from the gangstalking playbook.
I noticed today when dropping off the charity stuff I passed a copper colored Volvo 850 wagon, the pre-2002 version that looks the best before they "jelly beaned" the body panels. This vehicle parks in that closest parking lot corner anytime I pass by on that side of the street, and I suppose it represents a Favored design with a color the perps are obsessed over, but only selectively present, that being a copper color. And it is no surprise how many shiny pennies "erupt" around me when out in public as some kind of reference color and material (metal). The perps are putting on the more reddish copper colors of late, the ones that I find ugly. This Volvo is a more bronze colored copper and might have been the reason the fuckers swarmed on me in mid street, detailed above. This same Volvo was arranged in the Volvo car dealership lot when I was in my former residence (2007 to 2007)and I would pass it by when on my shopping trips. I must of seen it at least 10x or more, and it was often parked near the tree that was overhanging the lot and the sidewalk. What the copper color means for the perps isn't clear to me, but it is interesting that today's pants "uniform", jeans, have copper studs in them.
That should be enough of a blog posting for today, having an outing this morning and then the lastmost toilet stunt to ensure there is another round of loathing and angst created. The perps feed on emotional tumult and duress, and I often wonder how much of the news is fomented by these assholes in order to create more of these seeming optimal harassment/nonconsensual human experimentation events. Enough of the conspiracies for now, but many TI's find there is more commonality of world events than they want to publically divulge. Even here, I don't go into all these possible connections as I don't always know the premise behind them, and don't want to engage in long chains of unsubstantiated conjecture.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Birdseed In The Rain + 12-30-2008 updates
1215h
A Sunday night stayover at my perp abetting parent's place last night, and following the departure of my brother, sister-in-law and neice that morning. They slept in the bedroom that I slept in last night, which is my old bedroom of teenage years and also one my mother sleeps in during the week. They cannot put enough surrogates in my bed so to speak. And last night's TV watching evening seating arrangements were changed up; my father's Alzheimers act did more pacing and skulking in the adjacent hallway, often out of sight, and my mother sat beside me on the couch most uncharacteristically for the last hour of TV watching. It was also interesting that a brown plastic tray of brown chocolates was placed beside me for the 60 Minutes full one hour show dedicated to Barack Obama interviews. That the perps have a brown color fixation has been long journalled in this blog, but putting reference colors next to me while watching brown colored skinned individuals is new. Then the CBC Sunday night news came on, also in a recap format with a blonde woman in red reading the news and the red and white motif of the show. And this was the time my mother brought in the hazel and walnuts each in a red plastic mesh bags that were purchased on this past September's outing to the Okanagan wine country. Enough color symmetry for one evening and onto an early 2230h bedtime last night. (Red is also a favorite harassment/gangstaking color).
And I shouldn't of been too surprised that, yet again, an oven rack was placed in the garage and in place as a surrogate Air Loom "stalking" device to cover our arrival in the vehicle and the process of getting out of the vehicle and inside the house, a prime transition harassment scenario. Regular readers will recall from a week ago that my father was running around with the oven rack that had been cleaned overnight in the shower stall prior to my Monday shower, and was extensivley "handling it" (purportedly cleaning it for over 10 minutes, har, har) in the doorway of the house, then in the garage and then in the dining room, effectively chasing me around respectively from the extensive driveway snow removal activity, removing of my boots, and finally sitting down after the exercise. Oven racks as Air Looms, who would of suspected the perps to be so fucking blatant?
So it was this morning when I was set to go back to my place that my mother had a birdseed feeder that needed a new block of birdseed that had to be placed inside a green plastic mesh bag, and that forced a visit outside to retrieve the feeder some 10' up in the tree. That it was begining to rain wasn't too unusual as my imminent departures are often accompanied by rainfall, and this was a backyard "warmup" session it seemed. The birdseed came off the block and scattered in the kitchen to my mother's indifference, as she has a much higher tolerance for mess than I do.
I don't care for messes and the perps like to bring this to my attention much of the time, often in the form of crumb inundations that come from nowhere and arrive the instant my attention is diverted from placing each morning's toast onto my plate. And now the perps are getting to be particular, inundating me with fine brown crumbs at first and then coarser white bread crumbs later while eating the one slice of toast with peanut butter and jam on it. Once they even arranged for one loaf of bread to have the back of each slice gouged out so that not only did it offer varying thicknesses, but also served as a putative source for a large amount of crumbs. Having each slice carved out on the back refutes all the bread crumb game cover stories to date, and the prior arranged crumb and associated holes were of the "through the loaf" variety, but having the back of each slice scooped out suggests a "per slice" manipulation.
While driving into downtown this morning in my parent's vehicle I had my usual posse of color coordinated vehicles; they even put on a consort of navy blue colored vehicles ahead. There was three navy blue colored vehicles in file ahead of me in the same lane, then a silver-grey vehicle, and and then a navy blue vehicle directly in front of me. That makes four same colored blue vehicles in the same lane leading me and one seeming reference color, silver-grey. There was a black colored vehicle in the adjacent lane beside the first blue vehicle in front of me, and a white vehicle behind me in the same lane. Can I call this color coordinated and greytone referenced vehicle posse without fear of some Fuckwit claiming otherwise? I suppose I will wait to see what comments come in. And for the record, I did have a navy blue shirt on and my mother had a navy blue anorak, like a Goretex job with the teflon membrane.
When my perp abetting parents picked me up yesterday I had a Fuckwit seen-before gangstalker exit the elevator in a dark brown outfit, and then two more same brown color dressed Fuckwits on the street before the end of this residential block, and it all might be that my navy blue coat was next to a same colored brown raincoat in my closet, one I never wear for unknown reasons. The color of objects and their respective juxtapositions is coming under increasingly greater scrutiny of late, and it might be that the perps are finally starting to get the results they are looking for after 6.5 years of unmitigated life rape.
2230h
A succession of well-timed phone calls tonight; one when I was about to investigate a possible once colleague on Linked-In, then another that prompted an email search for a phone number, then another non-call (no one there), and then again with an in-town TI who got cut off as I was about to look up an address for her. The perps have managed this very scenario as to what part of the address is online, and what is in my print-out and have me flip constantly between the two of them to get this all figured out as the TI contact phone number seemed to be incorrect. All instignated by this seeming in-town TI contact who cannot get to her email and wants to bring another envelope to me, and then have me forward it on to someone else. Get all that? And did I mention that the yellow envelopes are a garden variety gangstalker prop? I have never seen so many Fuckwits running around (often literally) with white and/or yellow envelopes "to mail" in my my life as in recent months in this city thick with operatives and shills.
And I shall call this one done for the day, even if I have missed out on recounting much of it, being mostly a dull shut-in Monday, post-drop off since 1100h this morning. Even my in-town brother has me sending emails on his behalf, pleading computer and email ludditism. I never know what to believe, and find more interest in how so many of these interactions are similar; as a go-between, contacting someone for somebody else either via (yellow) envelope or email or looking them up online. Just what is it that the perps are after they had to schedule four calls tonight, two of which were cut off?
2325h
And lo, if my TI colleague didn't come by to get the above mentioned address in person (because the phone number wasn't correct) and we engage in a conversation when she plants her backpack upon this very seat that I have sat in all day, waves a yellow envelope about, needs stamps (adhesives are also a big perp interest), gives me some coins in partial payment, needs to write my desk, has a fushcia hair bob that pops in and out of view as she waves her head about and relates more TI woe, which all could be legit. And I also had to write down something on her phone bill, and she used my phone to complain to the phone company that her phone wasn't working. I also got to see some strange pictures that seemed legit; bright orbs in the sky from no seeming source. I once wondered about those solitary TI's who won't talk to anyone but now I don't; one cannot really be sure of the motives of anyone save their body of work (blogs, writings etc.), and that they may even be legit and are controlled to seem like they are not, intervening at just the right time with a full gamut of subtle incursions.
Was there enough consistency with past gangstalker feints in this event? The yellow envelopes again, using my phone after I had used it, replicating handwriting addresses on paper at the same place and manner as I had done it only 20 minutes earlier, and the sending of paper printouts to this same person again. All these are replications of last week' go-between duty, except without the visiting TI at my desk as regular readers and TI's would be familiar with.
[Postscript, 12-30-2008; the instignating event, the seeming incorrect phone number that I passed onto the local TI has been changed and the person who supplied it to me, a TI out of town, didn't think to mention this when I emailed her in advance of mediating this TI contact. And a prior instignating event was that the local TI has her email obstructed. Get all that? When too many little things go "wrong", e.g. email function, wrong phone numbers, no supplied phone number, phone service, it spells SET UP].
And did I mention that Mondays are high incursion and fuckery days? I must of somewhere, as they follow the stayover at my parent's place and all the gangstalking and feints that go down bathed in the magnetic irradiation off their CRT television, my once per week immersion in viewing this manipulative medium, never mind the collection of colors (per above), and Unfavored subjects.
A Sunday night stayover at my perp abetting parent's place last night, and following the departure of my brother, sister-in-law and neice that morning. They slept in the bedroom that I slept in last night, which is my old bedroom of teenage years and also one my mother sleeps in during the week. They cannot put enough surrogates in my bed so to speak. And last night's TV watching evening seating arrangements were changed up; my father's Alzheimers act did more pacing and skulking in the adjacent hallway, often out of sight, and my mother sat beside me on the couch most uncharacteristically for the last hour of TV watching. It was also interesting that a brown plastic tray of brown chocolates was placed beside me for the 60 Minutes full one hour show dedicated to Barack Obama interviews. That the perps have a brown color fixation has been long journalled in this blog, but putting reference colors next to me while watching brown colored skinned individuals is new. Then the CBC Sunday night news came on, also in a recap format with a blonde woman in red reading the news and the red and white motif of the show. And this was the time my mother brought in the hazel and walnuts each in a red plastic mesh bags that were purchased on this past September's outing to the Okanagan wine country. Enough color symmetry for one evening and onto an early 2230h bedtime last night. (Red is also a favorite harassment/gangstaking color).
And I shouldn't of been too surprised that, yet again, an oven rack was placed in the garage and in place as a surrogate Air Loom "stalking" device to cover our arrival in the vehicle and the process of getting out of the vehicle and inside the house, a prime transition harassment scenario. Regular readers will recall from a week ago that my father was running around with the oven rack that had been cleaned overnight in the shower stall prior to my Monday shower, and was extensivley "handling it" (purportedly cleaning it for over 10 minutes, har, har) in the doorway of the house, then in the garage and then in the dining room, effectively chasing me around respectively from the extensive driveway snow removal activity, removing of my boots, and finally sitting down after the exercise. Oven racks as Air Looms, who would of suspected the perps to be so fucking blatant?
So it was this morning when I was set to go back to my place that my mother had a birdseed feeder that needed a new block of birdseed that had to be placed inside a green plastic mesh bag, and that forced a visit outside to retrieve the feeder some 10' up in the tree. That it was begining to rain wasn't too unusual as my imminent departures are often accompanied by rainfall, and this was a backyard "warmup" session it seemed. The birdseed came off the block and scattered in the kitchen to my mother's indifference, as she has a much higher tolerance for mess than I do.
I don't care for messes and the perps like to bring this to my attention much of the time, often in the form of crumb inundations that come from nowhere and arrive the instant my attention is diverted from placing each morning's toast onto my plate. And now the perps are getting to be particular, inundating me with fine brown crumbs at first and then coarser white bread crumbs later while eating the one slice of toast with peanut butter and jam on it. Once they even arranged for one loaf of bread to have the back of each slice gouged out so that not only did it offer varying thicknesses, but also served as a putative source for a large amount of crumbs. Having each slice carved out on the back refutes all the bread crumb game cover stories to date, and the prior arranged crumb and associated holes were of the "through the loaf" variety, but having the back of each slice scooped out suggests a "per slice" manipulation.
While driving into downtown this morning in my parent's vehicle I had my usual posse of color coordinated vehicles; they even put on a consort of navy blue colored vehicles ahead. There was three navy blue colored vehicles in file ahead of me in the same lane, then a silver-grey vehicle, and and then a navy blue vehicle directly in front of me. That makes four same colored blue vehicles in the same lane leading me and one seeming reference color, silver-grey. There was a black colored vehicle in the adjacent lane beside the first blue vehicle in front of me, and a white vehicle behind me in the same lane. Can I call this color coordinated and greytone referenced vehicle posse without fear of some Fuckwit claiming otherwise? I suppose I will wait to see what comments come in. And for the record, I did have a navy blue shirt on and my mother had a navy blue anorak, like a Goretex job with the teflon membrane.
When my perp abetting parents picked me up yesterday I had a Fuckwit seen-before gangstalker exit the elevator in a dark brown outfit, and then two more same brown color dressed Fuckwits on the street before the end of this residential block, and it all might be that my navy blue coat was next to a same colored brown raincoat in my closet, one I never wear for unknown reasons. The color of objects and their respective juxtapositions is coming under increasingly greater scrutiny of late, and it might be that the perps are finally starting to get the results they are looking for after 6.5 years of unmitigated life rape.
2230h
A succession of well-timed phone calls tonight; one when I was about to investigate a possible once colleague on Linked-In, then another that prompted an email search for a phone number, then another non-call (no one there), and then again with an in-town TI who got cut off as I was about to look up an address for her. The perps have managed this very scenario as to what part of the address is online, and what is in my print-out and have me flip constantly between the two of them to get this all figured out as the TI contact phone number seemed to be incorrect. All instignated by this seeming in-town TI contact who cannot get to her email and wants to bring another envelope to me, and then have me forward it on to someone else. Get all that? And did I mention that the yellow envelopes are a garden variety gangstalker prop? I have never seen so many Fuckwits running around (often literally) with white and/or yellow envelopes "to mail" in my my life as in recent months in this city thick with operatives and shills.
And I shall call this one done for the day, even if I have missed out on recounting much of it, being mostly a dull shut-in Monday, post-drop off since 1100h this morning. Even my in-town brother has me sending emails on his behalf, pleading computer and email ludditism. I never know what to believe, and find more interest in how so many of these interactions are similar; as a go-between, contacting someone for somebody else either via (yellow) envelope or email or looking them up online. Just what is it that the perps are after they had to schedule four calls tonight, two of which were cut off?
2325h
And lo, if my TI colleague didn't come by to get the above mentioned address in person (because the phone number wasn't correct) and we engage in a conversation when she plants her backpack upon this very seat that I have sat in all day, waves a yellow envelope about, needs stamps (adhesives are also a big perp interest), gives me some coins in partial payment, needs to write my desk, has a fushcia hair bob that pops in and out of view as she waves her head about and relates more TI woe, which all could be legit. And I also had to write down something on her phone bill, and she used my phone to complain to the phone company that her phone wasn't working. I also got to see some strange pictures that seemed legit; bright orbs in the sky from no seeming source. I once wondered about those solitary TI's who won't talk to anyone but now I don't; one cannot really be sure of the motives of anyone save their body of work (blogs, writings etc.), and that they may even be legit and are controlled to seem like they are not, intervening at just the right time with a full gamut of subtle incursions.
Was there enough consistency with past gangstalker feints in this event? The yellow envelopes again, using my phone after I had used it, replicating handwriting addresses on paper at the same place and manner as I had done it only 20 minutes earlier, and the sending of paper printouts to this same person again. All these are replications of last week' go-between duty, except without the visiting TI at my desk as regular readers and TI's would be familiar with.
[Postscript, 12-30-2008; the instignating event, the seeming incorrect phone number that I passed onto the local TI has been changed and the person who supplied it to me, a TI out of town, didn't think to mention this when I emailed her in advance of mediating this TI contact. And a prior instignating event was that the local TI has her email obstructed. Get all that? When too many little things go "wrong", e.g. email function, wrong phone numbers, no supplied phone number, phone service, it spells SET UP].
And did I mention that Mondays are high incursion and fuckery days? I must of somewhere, as they follow the stayover at my parent's place and all the gangstalking and feints that go down bathed in the magnetic irradiation off their CRT television, my once per week immersion in viewing this manipulative medium, never mind the collection of colors (per above), and Unfavored subjects.
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