03-03-2012
1900h
I started on the significant assignment after a forced nap (didn't need the sleep), then timed awakening for dinner, then after dinner, and then when getting started, noise outbreaks; noisy vehicles outside, jabbering gangstalkers,
Then when sending an email, why, it got blocked and then when I looked at it, why, it had been sent 8 times for crissakes. Then, when looking at this very blog to record that fuckery, why, it became inaccessible all of a sudden. I can see how easily the whole world could get fucked by operating on the "cloud", the networked mainframes, and then the network getting wobbled all over.
Thudding and room vibrations while I am online, and flipping through web pages, some of them deeply colored. Earmuffs on the entire time, but if they want to add a concurrent noise with shaking the room, they don't have any problem with getting through my earmuffs.
03-04-2012
Water hammer noise is getting through my earmuffs as I write this; the perp excitement seems to be over doing extensive bookmarking of useful web pages for a Viticulture assignment.
Last night, a legs shave in the bath, followed by a shower to get the soapy scuzz off me, and then skin cream to trap the water in, all in the service of keeping skin moisture up and its tan enhancing properties. It seems to work, as my legs are much more tanned than the rest of me and I get tanned evenly at the tanning salon.
That was yesterday, a big stakeout and gangstalking, and having me wait 1.5 hours because of a sudden Saturaday rush of persons needing tanning, when the place was empty the same time the week before. But hey, they had me walk around, get and pack groceries, some of them brown colored, and chocolate too. And we all know how the perps go nutzo over presenting brown colors to me in metered and incremental doses. And too, many brown vehicles were courseing around me for the first 10 minutes after the tan when I was walking back. Not just the light colored metallic tan colors, barely different from the silver-grey gangstalking vehicles they like to place around me ad nauseum, but honest mid and deep brown metallic vehicles, some three at a time in various confluence configurations. This insane choreography of matching gangstalking vehicles, by colors, vehicle type (SUV's, sedans, trucks together) and even design features (e.g. low sloped rear windows), has now reached a new level after ten years of this insane depraved abuse. The perps have finally had the temerity, (or whatever scientific purpose they have), to place multiple and mobile brown vehicles around me, but only after getting tanned, as in browner skin, and wandering around with brown colored grocery items for 1.5 hours. Fucking ridiculous, and plain fucked in the head, them that is.
03-04-2012, 1300h
Kept inside for most of the day so far, and only outside time has been to get my laundry done, and lo, if that didn't get me the most dreaded of noises, the Harley Davidson motorcycle noise. As mentioned, this place overlooks the road beside Riverside Park in Penticton, BC, and that has been the "parade route" for excessive numbers of noise making vehicles for all the time I am here. Now, even if still winter and about 5C degrees, the perp assholes have put on the motorcycle noise they know I loathe most of all. I haven't run to the windows to part the curtains to see if it is real motorcycling indiots, or if is a noise-only event, but one can be sure they like to grind me down with this particular noise anytime of the year.
03-04-2012, 1600h
Clearly, doing laundry was extra exciting for the perps today, putting on a bicycle-attending stalker at the stairway when I had finished putting the laundry on in the washing machine. (A separate outside accessible laundry room here at this motel). Two more visits to get the laundry dried as they have arranged 45 min. dryer time per load, and it isn't enough. Back again to re-start the dryer, and again for the final time to retrieve the lot. And lo, if the bicycle stalker wasn't attending to his bicycle again, and lo, if there wasn't also a vagrant stalker hauling his stash of bottles and cans to his bicycle in the middle of the parking lot. And lo, if he wasn't bent over as I passed by, like a good and well trained gangstalker asshole, bent over at the waist to stretch his spine.
And I notice that the perps like to hold me up in getting on with my assignments; they pulled a 1.5 hour nap attack when I was set to get started yesterday afternoon. And I wasn't short on sleep, I didn't need a nap, all I wanted to do was get going after the morning had been sandbagged but the strangely delayed suntanning session.
03-05-2012
My watch's date is magically out by one day, as in adding a day. It registered Feb. 29 OK, and Mar. 01,02 etc. but somehow slipped a day and now reads Mar. 06. That "caused" me to write down the wrong date the entire day in Viticulture class, today. I cannot count the number of times the perps have played this game, from stratight ahead mind-fucks, to watch sabotage, but they get no end of thrills of having me get the date wrong, behind or forward, it "happens" in equal measure. I reckon since this depraved abuse they started in 04-2002, they have fucked me writing or typing the date incorrectly, not including typos, at least 400x. Fucking hilarious for the juvenile minds that govern perp-dom.
Brownstalking on the way into class at the college this morning. A brown uniformed Fuckwit was packing a cardboard box 50' away, and legit it was, as he was headed to some newly placed dumpsters that recycle cardboard. But lo, if the Fuckwit didn't "happen" to enter the classroom an hour later or so and ask the instructor to take a spare table, itself a light brown formica with deeper brown particleboard underneath. He is at least the 8th act that has arrived in the classroom in some guise in the last two months of classes.
03-06-2012
A forced nap at the most unusual time, after reading some 10 pages of a viticulture paper, a sudden nap attack at 1730h, normally dinner time for me. Naturally, everything got backed up as I started making dinner in a post-nap state, being made to feel "floaty" and disengaged while chopping the chicken meat. And how many times have I complained of extra arranged noise at that occasion, as well as arranged noises? Probably a few times, though on the abuse level it isn't too big. Though it has been consistent for the nine years of making my own regular chicken quesadilla mealtimes, another anomaly also. I never would of stood for eating the same food day-in, day-out, bur for some reason, (har, har), I don't mind, so to speak. And if one is doing an experiment on rats, what do they feed them? The same thing of course, to eliminate the diet variables.
And it should note, the floaty sensation is linked to decreased amygdala activity in one's brain, the site of psychic energies say the sort-of experts. So... all those poor folk suffering this along with the rest of the symptoms of anxiety attacks, guess what? You could well be invaded by the Psychopathic Confederacy if you will allow this moment of unsupported conflation. Yes, I had anxiety attacks once, and I had no idea what was happening to me at first, as the doctor said I was healthy. A total feeling of dread goes with it, and little did I know at the time I was invaded and controlled, known to my then wife, employer and others.
More "brown stalking" this morning; a cardboard box bearing pedestrian ahead of me, and just when I caught up to her to pass by, why, flattened cardbox box happened to be lying on the ground next to the sidewalk on her side. Funny how that "happens".
A morning on learning about Transportation of Dangerous Goods, and fairly detailed it was too. Thankfully the final quiz wasn't too much of a surprise. And lo, if the instructor didn't have his cardboard prop too, to show us what all those numbers and letters mean that are printed on the side.
The class freak was in full dread mode today, like yesterday. No rear hanging bag hat to hide it, though I am never sure what is worse to look at. And he made sure he was on show when I went for lunch, "happening" to make fast exit from the room so he could be seen coming toward me when in the lobby. And fucking disgusting it is to see a head full of dreads, about the most well-named hairstyle there is.
And more sabotage; the Songbird music application won't import all my music when it did before. There isn't much variation on how one does things in Songbird, save appearances (skins). Another piece of sabotage IMHO, and I haven't yet found Windows Media Player on my Windows 7 machine either. It has been long understood that the perps govern every instant of my existence, and music and movies are under tight control. Even in the long past I could never understand why I went off music for years at a time, but now it makes sense in this model of having a totally run life, though what they get from this I cannot say.
More cold temperature perversity at the college today. The classroom has been cool most mornings, and a number of us are in folded arms mode to conserve body heat. At lunch time, a few of us go to the new building and eat in the cafeteria where there is some sun streaming through the S. facing windows, and limited warming. But today, for some insane perverse reason, the kitchen staff opened up a side door when it was about 2C degrees outside, and with the perps' ability to create wind anywhere they want, why, the wind came gusting some 50' inside and chilled us down. I "felt" it the most, and hightailed it out of there to get back to the classroom, and kept my coat on for the afternoon, something I don't ordinarily do. The rest of the table stayed there for some 20 minutes, also odd, as they were equally displeased with the kitchen staff's games. Anyhow, yet another way of having me prematurely part company and have a just-used seat there at the table, something the perps have long managed for, these musical chair-like games.
And there was a profusion of masers and plasma beams coming off the intructor in the afternoon today; I suppose that wearing my coat for the first time in the classroom might have been the perp excitement, as they are decidedly nuts about clothing colors, fabric types, and what is worn where- inside or outside.
03-07-2012
2050h
Tractor driving, class gangstalking is relentless; this most strange habit of at least one of them planting themselves immediately in front of me to block my line of sight, always the taller males.
Obstructed at gym, the assholes made me suddenly tired after one quarter mile lap on the treadmill. I managed to get another lap done while running, and then it was too difficult to do anything but walk another lap. I had been doing four lap runs twice a week for the last three weeks, and suddenly this tiredness onset. Nothing new to me, as they did this to me for street running in 2003, and I had given it up until recent weeks, and the odd permitted treadmill runs in 2006 and 2007, when I was allowed to exercise with the insane level of gangstalkers around me, herding me here and there.
I was also obstructed from getting on and writing my assignment, the third obvious time this past week. (Other methods were forced nap attacks just when I wanted to get going). Then when allowed to put some work into it they fucked the Save, and it didn't/couldn't be saved. then the automatic Open Office recovery was blatantly stopped "automatic recovery interupted", so I ended up with no saved changes after 40min. of work. Just to think they were pulling this shit all the time in 2002, and here they are, back at it.
negro stalking hang-around by the negro cleaner, changing his hours so to hang around, as normally he is around at 1530h, but lo, if he didn't change it for me at 1630h. Then another negro was hanging around outside the gym on the other side of the door, so when I decided to pack it in, why the fucker went into lead-ahead gangstalk mode, making it utterly clear he wasn't waiting for anyone, but there for stalking.
then the assholes obstructed another save on the above assignment file, doing exactly the same thing, hanging my Save again.
And it seems that the Job Bank site shutdown was on the heels of no viticulture jobs for two weeks, seeming to prolong the no-job activity they had already started under a different guise. Only orchard jobs now it seems; another suckdown maybe, get the training and then no jobs materialize. Done it, as in having it done to me in 2010 and the assholes are pulling the same shit again. They also screwed me out of a GIS job in 1990, after ten months of training, as I was assigned to a database development project instead.
03-08-2012
A morning of learning about workplace hazardous materials and then a field trip to Oliver, the second time this week, to tour the Kubota dealership, and then a farm implement manufacturing plant.
Constant internet fuckery going on tonight, even my Google searches are getting blocked, and was only seeking the next page. Another site, where I was intently reading about a grape varietal problem, suddenly got swapped out and a page came up in the same livery, that they had retired the site. Hilarious, swapping out web pages as I am reading them and putting on the excuse that the website had retired just then.
Other excitement for the perps, going by the accompanying noise increase, was that I opened up a cover letter file that was given to me by a female classmate, (also very attractive) as a template to work from in order to enhance my own cover letter. It always seems to me that the perps are curtailing my cover letters, and I find myself "stuck" on what to say.
03-09-12
2100h
As part of the vitculture class, a tour of the Slimline plant in town, they make Turbo-mist sprayers for orchard and vineyards. An exam after that, with the perps running interference on which answers were correc, screwing me out of at least 4 of 25 marks. A delayed lunch, then a barbque at the instructor's property, some wine, two hamburgers, one sausage and then 20 min. of tractor driving, then it was time to go, 1700h
Dude babble and floor scraping sounds have been arranged next door for me to overhear. The noise came through at the same noise level after I put the earmuffs on. Then later, pounding and vibrating this place on and off for 15 minutes.
A legs shave last thing before be, always a big perp event too.
03-10-2012
A Saturday, and the usual bus trip to the tanning salon. I t was nowhere near the zoo it was at the same time last week, more in keeping with the apparent low demand at this time of year. But having made a reservation so I wouldn't get screwed like last week, why, I still had to wait 10 minutes because they fucked up my reservation and put me into the booth, when I always use the lie-down bed. And of course there was someone occupying it, so 10 minutes waiting on the lime green covered couch. And I shouldn't of been too surprised by the lime green gangstalkring vehicles and clothed persons afterward. As with last week, great numbers of vehicles surging in arranged clusters, usually a brown one ensconced among silver-grey and white vehicles, and in clusters of 6 to 10 vehicles. Sometimes they are all going over the speed limit, and other times well under, adding a new variation to the arrangements, coordinated vehicle speeds among the vehicular gangstalkers.
And some laundry got done today, the perps timing of a long haired male Fuckwit to be outside the laundry room door when I exited. The same Fuckwit managed to time his next gangstalking about two hours later, just as I was about to enter my apartment with my laundry. Said dude had tied up both washing machines with giant loads of clothes, and I wasn't about to start pulling his laundry out of the washing machine.
I was finally allowed to complete on getting a hair cut; a burst of one way vehicular gangstalker when I exited the shop. It was a training school, so I got a haircut for $11, and the trainee at first, and the instructor as well.
Heavy duty tromping dudes outside, heard through the earmuffs, at least once/min. for 60 minutes, while editing a document on the PC. Then a colossal crap, and for once, no toilet plunging and related games.
The the alarm clock went off by itsel.
Some pounding and vibration heard through the earmuffs as I switch to another window/tab in my browser; exciting moments for the perps, insane abusive depravity as I see it.
03-11-2012
A "tab attack", where all open tabs got closed without warning by means of some fuckery around the lame (and sabotaged IMHO) Firefox tab group interface, about the dumbest interface going with implied mouse commands and the fuzzed out background that one cannot get back to. This was arranged after a run-up of water running noises heard through the earmuffs, and then when I slammed them down realizing I had been fucked out of 20 open tabs in the middle of attempting to detail some facts related to the paper I am attempting to write, why, a sudden onset of vehicle noise outside. This insane procession of vehicles past a park on one side and this residential and hotel area on the other, and this route is not a major one out of town. So why all this vehicular gangstalking outside? Anyhow, a total invasive disruption/Fuckover stunt, when writing this paper has been nothng but an total adverserial experience, on top of typo sabotage.It is fucking insane, outrageous and utterly stupid to be cognivitely sabotaged down to my very last deed and thought.
I am in the process of fixing a flight reservation for which Irecieved no email or confirmation number. I haven't flown anywhere for over nine years, so no doubt the flying experience is going to be severely sandbagged, from making reservations and on from there. The perps have a pressing need to understand something about human interaction with the earth, and take every moment to exploit this, from elevator games/gangstalking on up. Now, they let me "graduate" to making a flight in late March. We shall see if it happens. I have only being on hold for 15 minutes after a pissing match with the voice recognition software they are using as their "help" system.
The last time they let me fly was to Salt Lake City from Seattle in the fall, so to speak, of 2002, when I returned to work for a while, only to get screwed again in in December, as in not allowed to keep a job due to pummeling head pain that was blockable momentarily by putting my arms over my head or loitering near metal objects. It usually took them no longer than a minute to re-aim the beam at me to bring on the head pain again. I suspect the assholes have neutered my brain's pain responses since then, and are delving into the same places, without the pain sensations. Occasionally I get a deep pain jab, often at a moment of cognitive realization, say, getting screwed by the assholes as I attempt to pick something up, always a major fuckable event.
I finally got a person to speak with about my non-reservation as it turned out. And too, repeating the name, email address, credit card and phone number twice, the first time for the person to look for my reservation and possible credit card charge, and then again to make the booking.
Separately, an address change is going for the fourth round; unrelenting fuckups that are being made by a real person. somehow, the adress change didn't go through in time, so instead of getting the journal a week later after it being re-directed, why, it spent six weeks in limbo (somehow), and I didn't recieve it until early March instead of mid-January. It was the professional foresters monthly journal, and contained the notice of the annual meeting taking place in the same city I vacated after 10 years of being kept there (Victoria, BC). So.. all my forestry colleagues who attended the annual meeting, converged on the city 6 weeks after I departed for this viticulture school gig that I am now on. And too, someone didn't want me to know that, so they kept the journal in circulation so to speak, as in witholding my mail until it was long over. Nice of them, controlling whom I see and even ponder about.
I got to get this off, as I will be on a work practicum this week. Strange things are bound to happen, and I rented a vehicle to get there and back.
Showing posts with label floating sensation. Show all posts
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Sunday, March 11, 2012
Thursday, July 09, 2009
The Floaty Sensations
2010h
The perps are up to their brain denergization fuckery again; the floaty sensations mean that they are fucking with my temporal lobes, as in reducing their energy. It would seem they are attempting a whole takeover and haven't yet figured in all out. The sickos were also pulling these floaty games when in the berry field, and instant relief was found anytime I put my arm over my head to block the beam. There must be at least four towers in the area, and all spit out masers and plasma beams.
And ugly day all round; at least 30 screaming "response" ragifications at 0430h when having breakfast and doing the morning routine. These were designed to rile me up; the usual litany of causes; faked crackling noise at my joints when I move them, dithering my fine motor control, faked touches, crumb inundation and screwing me over when picking them up, the crumb "flying" out of my hand due to extra-gravitic fuckery and a few more choice aggravations. They didn't let up during the day, fucking me with tayberries flying from my grasp, dithering my finger control when the scene is that the farm hands want me to speed up somehow, dumping 8 pint trays at once by rocking the containing carrier back and forth and then have it accelerate to flip it over. I wasn't allowed to do anything than watch until cleaning up the big dump of berries.
An ugly night last night too; the residual sensation I got little sleep, it was intruded upone by some bizarre cinematic motif that I couldn't decode. Vexing to say the least, and don't forget the perps learned to override my dream bailout defences over a year ago, so they can now keep me in a fugly dream for as long as they want.
2025h
Losts of comments I see, and I published them all. I am too wiped to reply tonight, this infernal bullshit of yesterday with a prior 9 hour sleep and then a 2.5 hour sleep in the afternoon. (This would be at least the second time in six months that they force me to have a nap on the just laundered bedsheets under the bedpread). Then they sacked me with the pseudo-sleep of last night, and are keeping me very tired. I wonder where this is going as I want to continue with berry picking to make some dough and keep me out of hock, the inevitable conswquence of this infernal chocolate addition they plague me with. The theory is that the brown chocolate is less than an inch from my brain when in my mouth, and has a direct interaction due to its color. What the perps cannot seem to do is to separate the brown color effect from differing sources at the same time; chocolate, shit, brown fat and any other brown organs and substances is all one brown melange that has a direct effect on the brain, and they cannot yet figure it all out. Not my problem; go fuck your own to figure it out.
As a partial answer to one of the comments, I am getting the Asian/native Indian/Phillipino/dark Mexican exposure in the raspberry fields, and on the bus. They put a cranked up Caucasian boy of 3 or so with a Phillipino nanny and because the boy was misbehaving, she took him to a seat closer to me. Gee thanks. But he did settle down; interesting that he had a blonde sister only about a year older than him. Fugly green checkered shirts are also getting plenty of extra airtime, and the boy was full measure for having such a shirt. In the picking it seems that there is a sample first, and then they bring in the native Indians later in the day. First it was the Mexicans nearby, then later it was native Indians. Ditto for today, starting with Phillipinos, then the native Indians some 80' away, coming around before noon. Go figure.
I am too tired to continue this blog posting, and will sign out now, hoping to get to bed before 2100h. Extreme for me.
The perps are up to their brain denergization fuckery again; the floaty sensations mean that they are fucking with my temporal lobes, as in reducing their energy. It would seem they are attempting a whole takeover and haven't yet figured in all out. The sickos were also pulling these floaty games when in the berry field, and instant relief was found anytime I put my arm over my head to block the beam. There must be at least four towers in the area, and all spit out masers and plasma beams.
And ugly day all round; at least 30 screaming "response" ragifications at 0430h when having breakfast and doing the morning routine. These were designed to rile me up; the usual litany of causes; faked crackling noise at my joints when I move them, dithering my fine motor control, faked touches, crumb inundation and screwing me over when picking them up, the crumb "flying" out of my hand due to extra-gravitic fuckery and a few more choice aggravations. They didn't let up during the day, fucking me with tayberries flying from my grasp, dithering my finger control when the scene is that the farm hands want me to speed up somehow, dumping 8 pint trays at once by rocking the containing carrier back and forth and then have it accelerate to flip it over. I wasn't allowed to do anything than watch until cleaning up the big dump of berries.
An ugly night last night too; the residual sensation I got little sleep, it was intruded upone by some bizarre cinematic motif that I couldn't decode. Vexing to say the least, and don't forget the perps learned to override my dream bailout defences over a year ago, so they can now keep me in a fugly dream for as long as they want.
2025h
Losts of comments I see, and I published them all. I am too wiped to reply tonight, this infernal bullshit of yesterday with a prior 9 hour sleep and then a 2.5 hour sleep in the afternoon. (This would be at least the second time in six months that they force me to have a nap on the just laundered bedsheets under the bedpread). Then they sacked me with the pseudo-sleep of last night, and are keeping me very tired. I wonder where this is going as I want to continue with berry picking to make some dough and keep me out of hock, the inevitable conswquence of this infernal chocolate addition they plague me with. The theory is that the brown chocolate is less than an inch from my brain when in my mouth, and has a direct interaction due to its color. What the perps cannot seem to do is to separate the brown color effect from differing sources at the same time; chocolate, shit, brown fat and any other brown organs and substances is all one brown melange that has a direct effect on the brain, and they cannot yet figure it all out. Not my problem; go fuck your own to figure it out.
As a partial answer to one of the comments, I am getting the Asian/native Indian/Phillipino/dark Mexican exposure in the raspberry fields, and on the bus. They put a cranked up Caucasian boy of 3 or so with a Phillipino nanny and because the boy was misbehaving, she took him to a seat closer to me. Gee thanks. But he did settle down; interesting that he had a blonde sister only about a year older than him. Fugly green checkered shirts are also getting plenty of extra airtime, and the boy was full measure for having such a shirt. In the picking it seems that there is a sample first, and then they bring in the native Indians later in the day. First it was the Mexicans nearby, then later it was native Indians. Ditto for today, starting with Phillipinos, then the native Indians some 80' away, coming around before noon. Go figure.
I am too tired to continue this blog posting, and will sign out now, hoping to get to bed before 2100h. Extreme for me.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Foot Stinging
1600h
I had something to do today; digging out the stump a cut down cottonwood tree at my parent's place, a past gardening folly. The problem with that tree species is that it suckers through its root system. This was likely the perp gangstalk highlight of the day, as they kept me up all night with noises, and continued the same noises when I got up. My theory is that they wanted to keep me in the same energy state from last night through today, and they weren't going to let my sleep get in the way of that.
So all night I had overhead pounding, faked neighbor water usage noise (went on for hours), the odd zapping with simultaneous thudding overhead, and the vehicular noise games as well at least two lengthy siren cascades, and at least one more when I got up. As part of the deal, I am mind-controlled to perform head flipping from one side the other at least every minute, and am not allowed to sleep. There were a number or earmuff games as well, where I wore them in bed and the perps simply created new noises inside them, or projected external noise to occur inside, depending on what they wanted me to hear. I was bombarded with the thoughts of the perp's fantasy play they keep playing in my mind; going over the familiar themes of the play, and then adding a new dimension, and should I inadvertently add something new to the script, a bejesus thundering noise came on from overhead. This is probably the limit of what I can now think for myself, and it nothing consequence to my functional life, everything else is controlled and scripted.
I was allowed to get up at 0745h, and have an annoyance filled breakfast, which is now the "usual". The like to keep me vocalizing, and never any more than when making peanut butter and jam on toast. Every possible action is sabotaged at some time, and they have now changed the properties of the former to be extra flowing even when stored in the fridge. It is always the same kind, same jar size, but now it falls off the knife "unto itself", and flicks about. This is all about placing a red color over a brown color, which is a huge part of the gangstalking.
As I write this, I am gettting a pronounced stinging sensation in my left foot that can stay with it should I move my foot.
1855h
An outing to my perp abetting parent's place to dig out a tree stump, as there are live roots that are suckering since it was cut. Sounds like a perfect setup for the entity that likes to have me dig holes, be proximate to ditching and other excavation works, and otherwise exposes me to the digging equipment, e.g. yesterday's street drilling, and the drillbit lying on the ground when done.
Accordingly, I got soil lobbed on me by an "errant" root that flicked back, and had various other extra conventional gravitic games played upon me. As innocuous as this activity sounds, it was likely a huge perp managed event. On the bus, when one includes parked vehicles, in greater than normal profusion, and in both directions, I reckon the perps put on at least 2,500 vehicles for my round trip, a conservative estimate IMHO.
I also got stamina sapped while digging the hole around the tree stump. This is where the perps do not want me to work too fast, and slow down for their remote fuckery games, and the sensation of being tired and energy depleted takes over. This is what they do to spike any jogging I might do, they kill it flat my making it a huge effort, and each succeeding run is made to be felt as a further effort, totally backwards from what would happen normally.
On the outbound bus trip I had my freakshow around me, and when I identified a perp action in holding up the mainstreet with street maintenance vehicles with their flashing yellow lights, all six operatives in view each made a shift, scratched their nose or otherwise engaged in some kind of fidgiting to aid the energetic interaction games they play all the time. It was choreographed to be pitch perfect, all at the same time, and all a subtle motion. Amazing.
On the bus, outbound, I had the ususal Asian and East Indian gangstalkers, as well as the lounging males, the tubby males and the carrier of the ugly translucent red plastic bag, a prop the perps are continuing to add into more of into their gangstalking games. When it was time to get off I had a "fellow traveller", one of the gangstalkers that like to follow me on the bus, off it, or usually both. She had been on the bus for the entire ride, and I was not in a position to obsrve her clothing until she got off. She had the ugliest and baggiestn pastel green pants on, as if from a hospital, and an insipid light brown colored coat. That was bad enough seeing these fugly colors, and the combination was worse yet again. And it could well be that the perps are screwing me over to react considerably more than I would otherwise.
But getting off at the same bus stop in a residential neighborhood wasn't enough; she followed me down the sidewalk to a lane that only the locals would know about, as it connects two subdivision areas. I have had many gangstalking operatives following me off the bus at this location, and now I had one who actually followed me down this obscure pathway for the first time.
To reiterate, my above analysis of the reason for the sleepless night with the noise assault was very likely that today's root digging, still unfinished, was the reason the perps kept me up all night with the same noises and into the morning, and even now. And while root digging in a residential neighborhood the siren noise went on for at least 10 minutes straight, and there was a droning sound with no seeming cover story for the first two hours of my activity.
In past key moments at my parent's place the perps have flown a US AWACS aircraft overhead, spewing out greyish beams toward me; one of the most outrageous indulgences of electromagnetic fuckery I have seen yet. before that, I thought it was bad enough that the perps had arranged a Canadian naval vessel lined up on the turnaround and lunch location of my regular hike, also spewing out some kind of greyish beams from the radar mast.
1935h
An overhead thundering boom came on when I had the earmuffs on, dealing with another noise the perps made sure I was annoyed by. Ergo, another screaming yell at the assholes as it came in plenty loud with hearing protection on. This is fucking insane to be treated like this. I want a rendition flight instead; then it is over. And I wouldn't be surprised that the sordid business of rendition torture flights wasn't for the perps. Why not, especially when they have an abiding obsession as to to how high I am off the ground, and sending me on flights in the early stages of the overt harassment in 2002.
Another thundering noise overhead, and another screaming yell at the assholes; sound familiar? It should be, now "happening" in four of four of my last residence locations where there was an overhead tenant. The only residence location that was on the top floor still had the odd "workmen" pounding on the roof under the guise of building maintenance.
2000h
More temporal lobe assaults; these are the "floaty" sensations, and the perps seem to be pulsing me with this, as they are coming on at regular intervals. This is highly invasive and disrupting, and I have these occasionally since 7 y.o., and learned the cause was temporal lobe de-energization from my ADD research days, when I was lead to believe that was the problem. Little did I know that it was an accurate assessment, but that it was totally controlled and directed all my life. Fucking sick.
More zappings and jabbings; the perps have been jabbing me in the nuts more of late, and it comes on when I am entering or leaving a building, one of the locations where they put on the gangstalker swarms, as there is someting immediately different about me in terms of body energetics that they cannot yet figure out. Not my problem, so why am I swarmed at every building entrance and exit?
2210h
A near all-quiet for the past hour after riling me up as per above posting time. A background noisescape this time, and none of the overhead pounding, especially when an uncontrolled thought comes to mind. It was brutal before.
I had something to do today; digging out the stump a cut down cottonwood tree at my parent's place, a past gardening folly. The problem with that tree species is that it suckers through its root system. This was likely the perp gangstalk highlight of the day, as they kept me up all night with noises, and continued the same noises when I got up. My theory is that they wanted to keep me in the same energy state from last night through today, and they weren't going to let my sleep get in the way of that.
So all night I had overhead pounding, faked neighbor water usage noise (went on for hours), the odd zapping with simultaneous thudding overhead, and the vehicular noise games as well at least two lengthy siren cascades, and at least one more when I got up. As part of the deal, I am mind-controlled to perform head flipping from one side the other at least every minute, and am not allowed to sleep. There were a number or earmuff games as well, where I wore them in bed and the perps simply created new noises inside them, or projected external noise to occur inside, depending on what they wanted me to hear. I was bombarded with the thoughts of the perp's fantasy play they keep playing in my mind; going over the familiar themes of the play, and then adding a new dimension, and should I inadvertently add something new to the script, a bejesus thundering noise came on from overhead. This is probably the limit of what I can now think for myself, and it nothing consequence to my functional life, everything else is controlled and scripted.
I was allowed to get up at 0745h, and have an annoyance filled breakfast, which is now the "usual". The like to keep me vocalizing, and never any more than when making peanut butter and jam on toast. Every possible action is sabotaged at some time, and they have now changed the properties of the former to be extra flowing even when stored in the fridge. It is always the same kind, same jar size, but now it falls off the knife "unto itself", and flicks about. This is all about placing a red color over a brown color, which is a huge part of the gangstalking.
As I write this, I am gettting a pronounced stinging sensation in my left foot that can stay with it should I move my foot.
1855h
An outing to my perp abetting parent's place to dig out a tree stump, as there are live roots that are suckering since it was cut. Sounds like a perfect setup for the entity that likes to have me dig holes, be proximate to ditching and other excavation works, and otherwise exposes me to the digging equipment, e.g. yesterday's street drilling, and the drillbit lying on the ground when done.
Accordingly, I got soil lobbed on me by an "errant" root that flicked back, and had various other extra conventional gravitic games played upon me. As innocuous as this activity sounds, it was likely a huge perp managed event. On the bus, when one includes parked vehicles, in greater than normal profusion, and in both directions, I reckon the perps put on at least 2,500 vehicles for my round trip, a conservative estimate IMHO.
I also got stamina sapped while digging the hole around the tree stump. This is where the perps do not want me to work too fast, and slow down for their remote fuckery games, and the sensation of being tired and energy depleted takes over. This is what they do to spike any jogging I might do, they kill it flat my making it a huge effort, and each succeeding run is made to be felt as a further effort, totally backwards from what would happen normally.
On the outbound bus trip I had my freakshow around me, and when I identified a perp action in holding up the mainstreet with street maintenance vehicles with their flashing yellow lights, all six operatives in view each made a shift, scratched their nose or otherwise engaged in some kind of fidgiting to aid the energetic interaction games they play all the time. It was choreographed to be pitch perfect, all at the same time, and all a subtle motion. Amazing.
On the bus, outbound, I had the ususal Asian and East Indian gangstalkers, as well as the lounging males, the tubby males and the carrier of the ugly translucent red plastic bag, a prop the perps are continuing to add into more of into their gangstalking games. When it was time to get off I had a "fellow traveller", one of the gangstalkers that like to follow me on the bus, off it, or usually both. She had been on the bus for the entire ride, and I was not in a position to obsrve her clothing until she got off. She had the ugliest and baggiestn pastel green pants on, as if from a hospital, and an insipid light brown colored coat. That was bad enough seeing these fugly colors, and the combination was worse yet again. And it could well be that the perps are screwing me over to react considerably more than I would otherwise.
But getting off at the same bus stop in a residential neighborhood wasn't enough; she followed me down the sidewalk to a lane that only the locals would know about, as it connects two subdivision areas. I have had many gangstalking operatives following me off the bus at this location, and now I had one who actually followed me down this obscure pathway for the first time.
To reiterate, my above analysis of the reason for the sleepless night with the noise assault was very likely that today's root digging, still unfinished, was the reason the perps kept me up all night with the same noises and into the morning, and even now. And while root digging in a residential neighborhood the siren noise went on for at least 10 minutes straight, and there was a droning sound with no seeming cover story for the first two hours of my activity.
In past key moments at my parent's place the perps have flown a US AWACS aircraft overhead, spewing out greyish beams toward me; one of the most outrageous indulgences of electromagnetic fuckery I have seen yet. before that, I thought it was bad enough that the perps had arranged a Canadian naval vessel lined up on the turnaround and lunch location of my regular hike, also spewing out some kind of greyish beams from the radar mast.
1935h
An overhead thundering boom came on when I had the earmuffs on, dealing with another noise the perps made sure I was annoyed by. Ergo, another screaming yell at the assholes as it came in plenty loud with hearing protection on. This is fucking insane to be treated like this. I want a rendition flight instead; then it is over. And I wouldn't be surprised that the sordid business of rendition torture flights wasn't for the perps. Why not, especially when they have an abiding obsession as to to how high I am off the ground, and sending me on flights in the early stages of the overt harassment in 2002.
Another thundering noise overhead, and another screaming yell at the assholes; sound familiar? It should be, now "happening" in four of four of my last residence locations where there was an overhead tenant. The only residence location that was on the top floor still had the odd "workmen" pounding on the roof under the guise of building maintenance.
2000h
More temporal lobe assaults; these are the "floaty" sensations, and the perps seem to be pulsing me with this, as they are coming on at regular intervals. This is highly invasive and disrupting, and I have these occasionally since 7 y.o., and learned the cause was temporal lobe de-energization from my ADD research days, when I was lead to believe that was the problem. Little did I know that it was an accurate assessment, but that it was totally controlled and directed all my life. Fucking sick.
More zappings and jabbings; the perps have been jabbing me in the nuts more of late, and it comes on when I am entering or leaving a building, one of the locations where they put on the gangstalker swarms, as there is someting immediately different about me in terms of body energetics that they cannot yet figure out. Not my problem, so why am I swarmed at every building entrance and exit?
2210h
A near all-quiet for the past hour after riling me up as per above posting time. A background noisescape this time, and none of the overhead pounding, especially when an uncontrolled thought comes to mind. It was brutal before.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Getting the Red Out
1400h
I am back online after running errands in my parent's vehicle, as their PC has a memory problem that spans multiple applications. That was Sunday when I looked at it, and since I stayed over there that night, and my father goes to a daycare for Alzheimer's patients on Mondays, it all worked out so conveniently for me to aid in driving my mother to a few locations, and to serve as gangstalking bait for the many hundreds, if not, thousands of gangstalking vehicles on duty today.
There were two instances of eight red vehicles at a glance, and to no suprise, they had them arranged as parked vehicles all about the computer service shop. And it was just red vehicles on the other side of the road; three in file on the street parking, another at a 90 degree angle to them, and at least three customer vehicles at the Ford dealership (I don't count car lot vehicles), and another one on the street. And behind me, another red vehicle.
We went to the post office down the street, and of course all the livery, counter and floor color are in red, and the cashier in pink pants. There were at least two more red vehicles parked outside in red, and then onto Red Robin for lunch. It has been at least 15 years since I had been to this particular location in town, and true to their name, they had red floor covering, red seats, red table tops and red dressed employees. Then onto the menu, though also with blue and yellow. Anyhow, I was duly given my red fix by the perps today.
And they did go with at least three young blonde women around me, one being the waitress, and another being a proximate customer with a black hoodie, pink cell phone and talking very loudly on it too. Call it "blonde aura", as it seems the perps want me to be receptive to all things red as I am about blonde hair. The things that they teach me, especially when I was never aware that I was adverse to specific colors in the first place, before they revealed this agenda theme.
And I should back up my suggestion (above) that there may have been thousands of gangstalking vehicles on duty. To be fair, I don't know for sure. My mother and I were sitting at the Red Robin restaurant which is beside a six lane artery plus left turn lanes, and every time I looked out, there were formations of traffic (in tight groups defined by size, vehicle type and color), and we were there for nearly an hour. Whether this was gangstalking of vehicles through the wall and the glass I cannot be certain, but all I know is that there is never that much traffic on Blanshard St. at mid-day. And of course, I also know that there are no coincidences in my life.
And I was, and still am, being spaced out today, and the only reason must be that the assholes are up to remotely applied temporal lobe (brain region) de-energization. And I am getting extremely pissed at this, as this is another new imposition, and I don't like having my cognition being fucked with any more that "usual". That meaning, the learning disabilities I have already been given, since 1960 when they were first identified.
1725h
The seventh siren cascade this afternoon just finished. And just before, a sudden overhead pounding (noise only, as the ceiling is 4" of concrete), and me yelling at the assholes again, all to "tune me up" it would seem.
The perps backed off on the floaty sensations after I had tea, but they are still spacing me out as to logical thought and continuity. This is a high intervention day, that being disruption and downgrade of normal thought processes. And of interest, my ability to recall useless or vaguely associated trivia has increased substantially this past month, which tels me one thing, that someone else is supplying the memories for me. Fucking sick, this ongoing harassment at the hands of the most thankless psychopathic organizations in existence. And no way out.
1840h
Now that dinner is undergoing digestion, the sirens have started up again, and the overhead pounding is also going on. As always, how could anyone cause 4" concrete and steel floors to pound and vibrate except with mechanical, or extra-conventional, means.
And I am getting more of the "floaty" sensations, as it seems today is a serious harassment extenuation effort. I will call it now; one hour minimum of lying awake with plenty of "turnover" before being allowed to sleep.
2000h
My PC technician didn't come as arranged. This is to repair the sound, as I cannot get any from video or other like data form which occured when the PC was taken in to get its two hard drives replaced. When I explained the history, and that two hard drives simultaneously failed, of differing makes and ages (one under warranty even), he found that hard to believe. And my allowed line was to say something to the effect that there are many more glitchy things happening in my life, and that is but one example.
As it "somehow" took me weeks to pull the in-building PC technician's phone number from his poster on the building's information board, I cannot believe that the above conversation wasn't scripted, and that his no-show wasn't too. Early in the harassment game in 2002, some resources I employed to apply diligence to research or investigate made later excuses as to why they couldn't deliver. My take on that failing performance was that that someone monitoring my phone calls "got to them". It was at least 18 months later when I came to understand that the breadth and depth of mind-control was fixed to appear that way, and I am quite positive that my "intuition" was in fact scripted and planted to feed the notion that I was being followed more than led.
2100
I got a sudden need to shut down the PC, and lo, if I wasn't mind-controlled to take a crap, one of the perp's most cherished harassment situations they curse me with. I say mind-controlled in this instance, as I had none of the usual physiologic sensations to signal this need. I got an average level of harassment; two plungings and a shower to clean up. I also got stroboscoped with a white flash while engaged in the activity, something that always seems to get me riled up.
2225h
I am getting some more bizarre modifications to the appearence of text on my PC; all open sessions have a new thinner font, a differing blank space to line width proportion. And I am getting vision impairments into the deal as well, never mind the constant noise of loud vehicles trailing off into the distance.
This is while I am entranced with alien stories of a long ago editor Ron Rummel of the Alien Digest who was murdered. That is a real issue for alien and alien abduction researchers, that their work may displease the subjects. Years ago, as a teenager I would read about strange events, the Bermuda Triangle and ghost ships being introduced into popular culture. Now, knowing that there are the perps, or The Powers That Be, it all begins to make sense as to a causal agency.
Anyhow, today has been a high-intrusion weirdness day, and it is time to blog off and hope that it doesn't repeat tomorrow.
I am back online after running errands in my parent's vehicle, as their PC has a memory problem that spans multiple applications. That was Sunday when I looked at it, and since I stayed over there that night, and my father goes to a daycare for Alzheimer's patients on Mondays, it all worked out so conveniently for me to aid in driving my mother to a few locations, and to serve as gangstalking bait for the many hundreds, if not, thousands of gangstalking vehicles on duty today.
There were two instances of eight red vehicles at a glance, and to no suprise, they had them arranged as parked vehicles all about the computer service shop. And it was just red vehicles on the other side of the road; three in file on the street parking, another at a 90 degree angle to them, and at least three customer vehicles at the Ford dealership (I don't count car lot vehicles), and another one on the street. And behind me, another red vehicle.
We went to the post office down the street, and of course all the livery, counter and floor color are in red, and the cashier in pink pants. There were at least two more red vehicles parked outside in red, and then onto Red Robin for lunch. It has been at least 15 years since I had been to this particular location in town, and true to their name, they had red floor covering, red seats, red table tops and red dressed employees. Then onto the menu, though also with blue and yellow. Anyhow, I was duly given my red fix by the perps today.
And they did go with at least three young blonde women around me, one being the waitress, and another being a proximate customer with a black hoodie, pink cell phone and talking very loudly on it too. Call it "blonde aura", as it seems the perps want me to be receptive to all things red as I am about blonde hair. The things that they teach me, especially when I was never aware that I was adverse to specific colors in the first place, before they revealed this agenda theme.
And I should back up my suggestion (above) that there may have been thousands of gangstalking vehicles on duty. To be fair, I don't know for sure. My mother and I were sitting at the Red Robin restaurant which is beside a six lane artery plus left turn lanes, and every time I looked out, there were formations of traffic (in tight groups defined by size, vehicle type and color), and we were there for nearly an hour. Whether this was gangstalking of vehicles through the wall and the glass I cannot be certain, but all I know is that there is never that much traffic on Blanshard St. at mid-day. And of course, I also know that there are no coincidences in my life.
And I was, and still am, being spaced out today, and the only reason must be that the assholes are up to remotely applied temporal lobe (brain region) de-energization. And I am getting extremely pissed at this, as this is another new imposition, and I don't like having my cognition being fucked with any more that "usual". That meaning, the learning disabilities I have already been given, since 1960 when they were first identified.
1725h
The seventh siren cascade this afternoon just finished. And just before, a sudden overhead pounding (noise only, as the ceiling is 4" of concrete), and me yelling at the assholes again, all to "tune me up" it would seem.
The perps backed off on the floaty sensations after I had tea, but they are still spacing me out as to logical thought and continuity. This is a high intervention day, that being disruption and downgrade of normal thought processes. And of interest, my ability to recall useless or vaguely associated trivia has increased substantially this past month, which tels me one thing, that someone else is supplying the memories for me. Fucking sick, this ongoing harassment at the hands of the most thankless psychopathic organizations in existence. And no way out.
1840h
Now that dinner is undergoing digestion, the sirens have started up again, and the overhead pounding is also going on. As always, how could anyone cause 4" concrete and steel floors to pound and vibrate except with mechanical, or extra-conventional, means.
And I am getting more of the "floaty" sensations, as it seems today is a serious harassment extenuation effort. I will call it now; one hour minimum of lying awake with plenty of "turnover" before being allowed to sleep.
2000h
My PC technician didn't come as arranged. This is to repair the sound, as I cannot get any from video or other like data form which occured when the PC was taken in to get its two hard drives replaced. When I explained the history, and that two hard drives simultaneously failed, of differing makes and ages (one under warranty even), he found that hard to believe. And my allowed line was to say something to the effect that there are many more glitchy things happening in my life, and that is but one example.
As it "somehow" took me weeks to pull the in-building PC technician's phone number from his poster on the building's information board, I cannot believe that the above conversation wasn't scripted, and that his no-show wasn't too. Early in the harassment game in 2002, some resources I employed to apply diligence to research or investigate made later excuses as to why they couldn't deliver. My take on that failing performance was that that someone monitoring my phone calls "got to them". It was at least 18 months later when I came to understand that the breadth and depth of mind-control was fixed to appear that way, and I am quite positive that my "intuition" was in fact scripted and planted to feed the notion that I was being followed more than led.
2100
I got a sudden need to shut down the PC, and lo, if I wasn't mind-controlled to take a crap, one of the perp's most cherished harassment situations they curse me with. I say mind-controlled in this instance, as I had none of the usual physiologic sensations to signal this need. I got an average level of harassment; two plungings and a shower to clean up. I also got stroboscoped with a white flash while engaged in the activity, something that always seems to get me riled up.
2225h
I am getting some more bizarre modifications to the appearence of text on my PC; all open sessions have a new thinner font, a differing blank space to line width proportion. And I am getting vision impairments into the deal as well, never mind the constant noise of loud vehicles trailing off into the distance.
This is while I am entranced with alien stories of a long ago editor Ron Rummel of the Alien Digest who was murdered. That is a real issue for alien and alien abduction researchers, that their work may displease the subjects. Years ago, as a teenager I would read about strange events, the Bermuda Triangle and ghost ships being introduced into popular culture. Now, knowing that there are the perps, or The Powers That Be, it all begins to make sense as to a causal agency.
Anyhow, today has been a high-intrusion weirdness day, and it is time to blog off and hope that it doesn't repeat tomorrow.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Elevator Rushing
1800h
What is with the perps to organize operatives to rush at the elevator door when it arrives on their floor, and I have not got out? The door isn't even completely open and they are attempting to get in while I need to get out. There were two of these fuckers in two separtate outings, and this has happened before at other buildings with elevators. It started at this apartment block today. And I was allowed to say something relevant today, telling the fucker I wanted out first. In the latter instance it was Negro Dude #2, and earlier it was the skinhead faux cable installer giving me the stare while he was at the door when it was opening. It is fucking nuts that there is an orchestrated rudeness that suddenly comes on. I suspect the real reason is that the perps cannot get these fuckers in close enough, and they concoct this elevator rushing idiocy as a "rationale". Fucking insane.
The Asians were doing the identical move at the last apartment block, and then the perps moved on to geriatrics rushing the elevator before I got out. Fucking bizzare to say the least.
The Negro Dude #1 has been in the lobby twice in the past two days, jawing with a "pal", and in the same setup where I am obliged to walk between them as that is the only route to the elevators. Given that there is no reason to loiter in the lobby, it is simply amazing how all these "discussions" erupt in my presence.
1845h
I did yoga and strength training today; the perps still won't let me run for more than three or four minutes, even if they have me covered up the asshole.
And there was undeniable plasma games going on in the floor exercise room where there is a mirrored wall. There were at least 10 half second exposures of my profile in yellow, and they started from some 6' away and moved progressively closer, and once on each side. Then there were some back and forth plasma between me and the coordinator, again, a yellowish plasma beam. She is pregnant, and given the number of women that are in this condition while ambulatory gangstalking me, there must be some kind of bonus for them. And I am sure that the rest of the class could see the plasma beams flipping around, but as always, they pretended otherwise.
I could also see the faint plasma cloud that surrounds me while looking in the mirror of the floor exercise room. I had a darker shirt on, and it was reduced in tone owing to the whitish plasma that it emanating from me all the time now. There were not as many maser or point sources of light popping off me today.
Another "pretend otherwise" event is that I have a differing voice; within a week, or even within a day, and yet no one mentions anything. For the most part, this is about the most benign of the perps intrusions, and I don't get fussed about this one.
There was plenty of plasma beams flitting about the room in yoga as well; at one point the perps put a 2'x2' half second of red plasma immediately in front of me, over the carpet area and not my mat. Another stunt was to have outside parked vehicles in their usual color alignment, and have the sun "reflect" off the vehicle, with the very strong lightbeam "happening" to nail me in the face. Invariably there is someone between the beam source and me, and in this case it was the instructor who is always easy on the eye. The beam was projected on either side of her head, as well as being exactly behind her for a spell. Also, there were plenty of beam interuptions scheduled with vehicles passing by.
There were the usual 600 to 1000 vehicles coursing by me in color or vehicle type coordinated clusters while I was walking to or from the recreation center, 30 minutes in each direction. The red colored vehicles are still playing big, as are the silver greys, greys, whites and black colored vehicles. At the gym and viewable from the treadmill I was running on, the perps had four parked red vehicles pointing in four cardinal directions outside. Then they passed red dressed gangstalkers between the vehicles, as well as running other colored ones by.
And there is getting to be a whole lot more "vehicle squatting", where the driver is sitting in the vehicle at length, and "just happens" to be exiting when I am getting proximate, < 12'. There had to be at least a dozen of this stunt today, possibly more. Another variation is to have the gangstalkers sitting in a parked vehicle, and as I approach, they depart, but don't join the traffic lane, but drive through more empty parking stalls and stop in further stall. I have never seen anyone do this until all this harassment started up, but this has to be one of the silliest dumbshit vehicular gangstalking moves going. The driver doesn't bother with any kind of cover story as a rule, and stays sitting in the vehicle after moving it a short distance, say 40' on average.
And the perps pulled some kind of major floaty feeling on me while at the floor exercise room earlier. I was so light headed I was wondering if I was going to be able to continue standing or seeing anything. The fuckers have pulled this stunt in the past, but usually not in public, and not for the duration of 10 seconds or so. This is another blatant mind-fuck game, and I am getting fucking tired of these assholes playing pretend while they are fucking the shit out of my life. They could finish their nonconsensual experimentation in a week if they came out of the closet, rather than jerking me around for over five years scripted to the nanosecond.
2040h
More perp fuckery; they zapped me in the foot and then stage managed a "reaction" moving my leg up vertically so it slammed into this keyboard tray. One's own reactions are not allowed, so blanketing is the scrutiny and imposed conditions.
There is an empty lot with an abandoned yellow school bus in the view from my balcony. Normally this would not be allowed in a city as it could become a shelter for the supposed homeless. But the perp's don't stop for city ordinances when they are on a mission. I noticed that it was moved some 20' north from its first location under the tree. I can only assume that the perps are up to yellow testing me in their depraved agenda. They have augmented their vehicular gangstalking with more yellow school buses, and ensure there is a compound filled with them on the bus route I usually take.
As to how it moved 20' north overnight is real simple; they can make objects and people materialize and dematerialize near instantly, and this is what they appeared to have done. My carpet is also moving about an inch a day, and this is nothing new. Sometimes the perps will bring in a front organization to do the work, but often they make whatever changes they want at anytime, all remotely.
I am getting the post-exercise vision impairment fuckery again, and this has been ongoing since I got back from strength training. I have a suspicion that the perps are cooking me (aka irradiating me) with extra energy to get me charged up as soon as possible. It is my experience that physical activity causes these energies to dissipate, and they want to compensate for my yoga and strength training today. When I was hiking until June 2006, when I had to give my car away, the perps would crank on the irradiation afterward which came with vision impairments. The next day, they didn't need to do this anymore. There is other suggestions (e.g. banning swimming, road running) that they don't want me to get much exercise. It would seem that the 30 minutes walk each way, and the humphing of weights and aerobic exercise is getting too much for the perps to deal with and they may curtail it sometime soon. Not my problem, so why am I getting fucked over for it?
The perps are already reducing my treadmill running after four weeks, twice per week; they won't let me do more than three minutes of actual running before they apply some kind of "fatigue" sensation, and then it is back to a warmdown walking pace.
I see that the perps have cranked up my Yahoo inbox counter by one; now it has 5 messages that I cannot find anywhere. They did the same thing on my phone; it displays some 12 messages when there are none unanswered, and when the moved it up to 13 I thought I had a message. Not so as it turned out, they just wanted to fuck with the message counter. This sabotage of counters of inboxes and phone messages is too juvenile for me to comprehend why a billion dollar per year operation has to fuck with something so trivial.
2220h
I am getting the knee-torqing torture again, and past readers will know how much I like that; as in not. I am still getting vision impaired, and this is very exasperating as it has nothing to do with me, but everything to do with the perp's depravities and keeping them going.
I also treated to the real sirens of a four vehicle fire department call out when walking back from the recreation center this afternoon. The fire department's truck had already participated in a vehicular gangstalking only 10 minutes earlier, and after I walked by the fire department, and when walking past a blue dressed ambulatory gangstalker, the fuckers put on their extremely loud sirens and headed for their call out destination. Given that the fire department routinely puts their yellow and white vehicles into the vehicular gangstalking action, I was not surprised. I was walking past a lead-ahead ambulatory gangstalker who put on two "just stand there" moves while ahead of me, and when I finally caught up with her and this dumbshit behavior, the sirens started.
And there has been at least five "just stand there" ambulatory gangstalkers today, and it is continuing to be used more often. One woman was seated on the curb at an intersection, "just sitting there". Another big event for the fuckers was having seven ambulatory gangstalkers within 20' of me mailing a letter at a post box. I have never seen so many adults parading around on a weekday morning, and they all "needed" to be proximate to the post box when I "happened" by. It is getting plain absurd, all these fuckers either out of a job on a weekday, or else having a job that entails criminal harassment of gangstalking.
And more red color baiting while I was walking back to my place. The lead-ahead gangstalker in those absurd Tilley hats was packing a blue pack with some red straps. He was at least 120' ahead, and eventually I caught up to him to see that he was on red color duty. Then I walked past him, he having the typical perp directed open mouth, and then was held up at the traffic control so this fucker then caught up with me. This is another case of these weirds making long distance treks in town when it is extremely uncommon.
And the cyclists continue to do strange things; in this city there are bountiful cycling lane, so what do they do with their bicycles? They either ride them on the sidewalk proximate to me, or else they walk them. I have never seen so many walked bicycles before until this harassment started, but this too is getting absurd.
Enough of my rantings over all things strange, and uniformly so, and time to blog off, even if I haven't reviewed the above in the detail that I should, as the perps can fuck my spelling anytime they want, another 2006 "discovery" they made in fucking me over last year. And the thankless assholes are still at it, in all its juvenility (as per above rantings), and the basics like spreading brown crumbs about.
What is with the perps to organize operatives to rush at the elevator door when it arrives on their floor, and I have not got out? The door isn't even completely open and they are attempting to get in while I need to get out. There were two of these fuckers in two separtate outings, and this has happened before at other buildings with elevators. It started at this apartment block today. And I was allowed to say something relevant today, telling the fucker I wanted out first. In the latter instance it was Negro Dude #2, and earlier it was the skinhead faux cable installer giving me the stare while he was at the door when it was opening. It is fucking nuts that there is an orchestrated rudeness that suddenly comes on. I suspect the real reason is that the perps cannot get these fuckers in close enough, and they concoct this elevator rushing idiocy as a "rationale". Fucking insane.
The Asians were doing the identical move at the last apartment block, and then the perps moved on to geriatrics rushing the elevator before I got out. Fucking bizzare to say the least.
The Negro Dude #1 has been in the lobby twice in the past two days, jawing with a "pal", and in the same setup where I am obliged to walk between them as that is the only route to the elevators. Given that there is no reason to loiter in the lobby, it is simply amazing how all these "discussions" erupt in my presence.
1845h
I did yoga and strength training today; the perps still won't let me run for more than three or four minutes, even if they have me covered up the asshole.
And there was undeniable plasma games going on in the floor exercise room where there is a mirrored wall. There were at least 10 half second exposures of my profile in yellow, and they started from some 6' away and moved progressively closer, and once on each side. Then there were some back and forth plasma between me and the coordinator, again, a yellowish plasma beam. She is pregnant, and given the number of women that are in this condition while ambulatory gangstalking me, there must be some kind of bonus for them. And I am sure that the rest of the class could see the plasma beams flipping around, but as always, they pretended otherwise.
I could also see the faint plasma cloud that surrounds me while looking in the mirror of the floor exercise room. I had a darker shirt on, and it was reduced in tone owing to the whitish plasma that it emanating from me all the time now. There were not as many maser or point sources of light popping off me today.
Another "pretend otherwise" event is that I have a differing voice; within a week, or even within a day, and yet no one mentions anything. For the most part, this is about the most benign of the perps intrusions, and I don't get fussed about this one.
There was plenty of plasma beams flitting about the room in yoga as well; at one point the perps put a 2'x2' half second of red plasma immediately in front of me, over the carpet area and not my mat. Another stunt was to have outside parked vehicles in their usual color alignment, and have the sun "reflect" off the vehicle, with the very strong lightbeam "happening" to nail me in the face. Invariably there is someone between the beam source and me, and in this case it was the instructor who is always easy on the eye. The beam was projected on either side of her head, as well as being exactly behind her for a spell. Also, there were plenty of beam interuptions scheduled with vehicles passing by.
There were the usual 600 to 1000 vehicles coursing by me in color or vehicle type coordinated clusters while I was walking to or from the recreation center, 30 minutes in each direction. The red colored vehicles are still playing big, as are the silver greys, greys, whites and black colored vehicles. At the gym and viewable from the treadmill I was running on, the perps had four parked red vehicles pointing in four cardinal directions outside. Then they passed red dressed gangstalkers between the vehicles, as well as running other colored ones by.
And there is getting to be a whole lot more "vehicle squatting", where the driver is sitting in the vehicle at length, and "just happens" to be exiting when I am getting proximate, < 12'. There had to be at least a dozen of this stunt today, possibly more. Another variation is to have the gangstalkers sitting in a parked vehicle, and as I approach, they depart, but don't join the traffic lane, but drive through more empty parking stalls and stop in further stall. I have never seen anyone do this until all this harassment started up, but this has to be one of the silliest dumbshit vehicular gangstalking moves going. The driver doesn't bother with any kind of cover story as a rule, and stays sitting in the vehicle after moving it a short distance, say 40' on average.
And the perps pulled some kind of major floaty feeling on me while at the floor exercise room earlier. I was so light headed I was wondering if I was going to be able to continue standing or seeing anything. The fuckers have pulled this stunt in the past, but usually not in public, and not for the duration of 10 seconds or so. This is another blatant mind-fuck game, and I am getting fucking tired of these assholes playing pretend while they are fucking the shit out of my life. They could finish their nonconsensual experimentation in a week if they came out of the closet, rather than jerking me around for over five years scripted to the nanosecond.
2040h
More perp fuckery; they zapped me in the foot and then stage managed a "reaction" moving my leg up vertically so it slammed into this keyboard tray. One's own reactions are not allowed, so blanketing is the scrutiny and imposed conditions.
There is an empty lot with an abandoned yellow school bus in the view from my balcony. Normally this would not be allowed in a city as it could become a shelter for the supposed homeless. But the perp's don't stop for city ordinances when they are on a mission. I noticed that it was moved some 20' north from its first location under the tree. I can only assume that the perps are up to yellow testing me in their depraved agenda. They have augmented their vehicular gangstalking with more yellow school buses, and ensure there is a compound filled with them on the bus route I usually take.
As to how it moved 20' north overnight is real simple; they can make objects and people materialize and dematerialize near instantly, and this is what they appeared to have done. My carpet is also moving about an inch a day, and this is nothing new. Sometimes the perps will bring in a front organization to do the work, but often they make whatever changes they want at anytime, all remotely.
I am getting the post-exercise vision impairment fuckery again, and this has been ongoing since I got back from strength training. I have a suspicion that the perps are cooking me (aka irradiating me) with extra energy to get me charged up as soon as possible. It is my experience that physical activity causes these energies to dissipate, and they want to compensate for my yoga and strength training today. When I was hiking until June 2006, when I had to give my car away, the perps would crank on the irradiation afterward which came with vision impairments. The next day, they didn't need to do this anymore. There is other suggestions (e.g. banning swimming, road running) that they don't want me to get much exercise. It would seem that the 30 minutes walk each way, and the humphing of weights and aerobic exercise is getting too much for the perps to deal with and they may curtail it sometime soon. Not my problem, so why am I getting fucked over for it?
The perps are already reducing my treadmill running after four weeks, twice per week; they won't let me do more than three minutes of actual running before they apply some kind of "fatigue" sensation, and then it is back to a warmdown walking pace.
I see that the perps have cranked up my Yahoo inbox counter by one; now it has 5 messages that I cannot find anywhere. They did the same thing on my phone; it displays some 12 messages when there are none unanswered, and when the moved it up to 13 I thought I had a message. Not so as it turned out, they just wanted to fuck with the message counter. This sabotage of counters of inboxes and phone messages is too juvenile for me to comprehend why a billion dollar per year operation has to fuck with something so trivial.
2220h
I am getting the knee-torqing torture again, and past readers will know how much I like that; as in not. I am still getting vision impaired, and this is very exasperating as it has nothing to do with me, but everything to do with the perp's depravities and keeping them going.
I also treated to the real sirens of a four vehicle fire department call out when walking back from the recreation center this afternoon. The fire department's truck had already participated in a vehicular gangstalking only 10 minutes earlier, and after I walked by the fire department, and when walking past a blue dressed ambulatory gangstalker, the fuckers put on their extremely loud sirens and headed for their call out destination. Given that the fire department routinely puts their yellow and white vehicles into the vehicular gangstalking action, I was not surprised. I was walking past a lead-ahead ambulatory gangstalker who put on two "just stand there" moves while ahead of me, and when I finally caught up with her and this dumbshit behavior, the sirens started.
And there has been at least five "just stand there" ambulatory gangstalkers today, and it is continuing to be used more often. One woman was seated on the curb at an intersection, "just sitting there". Another big event for the fuckers was having seven ambulatory gangstalkers within 20' of me mailing a letter at a post box. I have never seen so many adults parading around on a weekday morning, and they all "needed" to be proximate to the post box when I "happened" by. It is getting plain absurd, all these fuckers either out of a job on a weekday, or else having a job that entails criminal harassment of gangstalking.
And more red color baiting while I was walking back to my place. The lead-ahead gangstalker in those absurd Tilley hats was packing a blue pack with some red straps. He was at least 120' ahead, and eventually I caught up to him to see that he was on red color duty. Then I walked past him, he having the typical perp directed open mouth, and then was held up at the traffic control so this fucker then caught up with me. This is another case of these weirds making long distance treks in town when it is extremely uncommon.
And the cyclists continue to do strange things; in this city there are bountiful cycling lane, so what do they do with their bicycles? They either ride them on the sidewalk proximate to me, or else they walk them. I have never seen so many walked bicycles before until this harassment started, but this too is getting absurd.
Enough of my rantings over all things strange, and uniformly so, and time to blog off, even if I haven't reviewed the above in the detail that I should, as the perps can fuck my spelling anytime they want, another 2006 "discovery" they made in fucking me over last year. And the thankless assholes are still at it, in all its juvenility (as per above rantings), and the basics like spreading brown crumbs about.
Sunday, June 03, 2007
Vibrational Games
1040h
More rumbling overhead within 10 minutes of getting to bed, and no plausible cover story as to how that could be possible in a concrete steel constructed apartment building.
I am getting the "vibrations" from both sides; the church bells of a block away, this time with a cover story as it is Sunday, and some kind of maintenance activity in the hallway that involves glass bashing or handling of broken pieces. And for this, there is no plausible story as the manager takes Sundays off, but here he is, hard at "it".
And for good measure, the perps have planted ticklish sensations down my back, as if it were sweating, but my chair is soft and fits comfortably to offer no room for such "trickles" to begin, let alone find room to run. More fucking idiotic games without a cover story, and yet the perps seem to think they are fooling someone. As for who, I have no idea.
And more vivid dreams in the night; nothing too perturbing but they go on for so long, and my usual ability to bail out by awakening has been fucked with. In other words, the assholes plant the vivid dreams and keep me in them for extended durations that are substantially longer than anytime before they had the ability to mess with my psychic self-protection abilities.
I have a notion that the planted dreams are going to be a continued big deal, as the assholes can evaluate all the energetics of these "events" while I am sleeping and not utilizing my normal awake time neural functions as I am not physically or visually involved. It may well be their new playground for jerking me around, especially when they can keep me in the "script" longer than I would be otherwise.
1130h
I also was awakened at some point in the night to view the "grainy picture show", the appearence of all objects as if from a push processed black and white photograph. It is most curious, as the perps only wanted me to look at the pillows, some 12" to18" away, and then had me go back to sleep. Most times they want me to have a room view of this altered lighting conditions, but seem to being grooming me on items of no consequence and that are in close.
This might relate to the many photographs and images I see, as for the most part, the faces are darkened in, rendering Caucasians almost like darker races. As mentioned before, the perps are totally nutty over carefully exposing me to other races, as they will create a "shielded tunnel", whereby they bound each side of the featured individual (East Indian or black usually) between two operatives, one on each side.
Other related games are putting a fat operative in my view, typically on the bus, and have him (usually) stand beside and chat to the driver when there are plenty of seats availible.
The brown crumb inudations continue; one under the table at breakfast yesterday, and then today, a same colored and type of brown crumb was placed between the table leg and the chair leg, the very location overwhich my foot passes to become seated in the chair. This seems like directed and progressive brown color testing to me.
1320h
Another fucked over crap on the toilet; just the "usual"; plunging, cleaning plunger, and a shower to clean up. I also noticed that the faucet and shower are not on the centerline that the bathtub drain circumcribes, but are at least 2" offset to the right. This seems to be from the asymmetry games that the perps play, as there is nothing they like better than marking or defacing something so that asymmetry is enforced, assuming there wasn't any in the first place. I cannot count how many times this has happened since they went overt on me in 2002. More and more, as the totality of their research agenda becomes apparent, I think the perps are fucking nuts in the cover their hubristic self-rationalizations.
That of course doesn't bother them; being seen as omnipotent, no matter the degree of intended disparagement, it is just another feather in their cap as they see it.
1610h
I am back to doing squat again after a bus trip to my parent's place to water plants. The perps put on two aircraft in formation to buzz around the house while I was watering and make continuous noise, and even enough to be heard inside while I was waiting to set off for the bus. As usual, there were some freak show elements and arranged gangstalkers. When outbound I had six Asians on my right (think brown skin), and cummulatively, three Caucasians on my left, all wearing the same dark brown colors. There were other freakish acts as the bus ride continued, but nothing of significance.
Then when inbound, I had an dark brown skinned Asian man at the bus stop, who hurried his act after doing "just stand there" duty 30' away, and he did not even look to see the bus coming. Somehow, he knew it was time to get to the actual bus stop. And it seemed that he served as the anchor for some seven more lighter skinned Asians to get on board three stops later, as they all clustered around him. The negro that was on the bus got off in four stops, as it seems the perps need to pull members of this demographic early on.
Then later, a red haired woman and her child got on board, and she was putting on the complaint act about a bus not stopping, and then she walks the length of the bus and sits beside me. Then she starts sniffing away over her "complaint", and thereby introducing this particular noise to the noisescape. Anyhow, I was glad to get off the bus, and walk the three block gangstalk of males and their beer guts back to my apartment tower.
And lo, if there weren't four of the fuckers clustered around the apartment block front door, one with a cell phone who somehow needed to sit in the lobby sofa rather than taking the elevator.
1905h
I am still recovering from a 1.5 hour nap and then some kind of follow-on "floaty" sensations as well as a generalized unpleasantness. I suspect that the perps are applying their irradiative fuckery to my temporal lobes, which is the control locus on feeling normal. Deep in the temporal lobes is the amygdala where all emotional processing goes on, and where we attach emotional valence to all that we sense. The fuckers are going beserk on jerking me around tonight, so it could be the last kick of the can from the "weekend crew", my take of the particularly nasty venality that takes place over and above that on weekdays. At least four masers, in the form of appearing to look like flies have come to join me as I type this up.
I did not need the nap in any way whatsoever; it is the third such nap in a week to follow from having tea and chocolate, so I suspect there are some color games going on, having the chocolate and tea inside me, likely a brown color, while lying on a predominantly yellow and blue bedspread. As always, why is the perp's problem with color and the respective energetics made to me mine? I never consented to any of this, and I want out now. Such luck.
1930h
I am getting right side vision impairments the very ,moment that I want to read the next word in a sentence, this being about Paul Dirac, one of the top physicists of the last century. And it is likely that many of his concepts are exploited by the perp sickos just to fuck their victim's lives for the sake of it. Why can't the perp sickos come out of the closet?
2000h
As if I didn't recieve enough adversity, the assholes are numbing my right side of my right hand, as it sits over the mouse/trackball. Every five minutes or so "I" need to lift my my hand and flex the two rightmost fingers to relieve this remotely applied fuckery.
2110h
I am reading an online book by R. D. Pearson, Intelligence Behind the Universe!, and his determination on the nature and properties of the ether which is the basis for a universal conciousness. The author is a retired engineer who re-directed his interests in retirement to explain the physical nature of the paranormal. Not only did he do that, but in conventional terms, he has dumped the current understanding of physics on its ear. I am being hampered by vision assaults as I read this, but maybe the fuckers will relent sometime and I will get to understand what the author is saying. This would provide the physical basis for how the perps harass the living shit out their victims, and explain why they bump off theoretical physists and cosmologists should they get too far in repudiating the current dead end of Einstein's relativity.
Another book of Pearson's is Key to Consciousness: Quantum Gravitation, though I have not read it yet, and it extends the above topic of universal consciousness to include quantum energies and how it is related to gravitation. Speaking as one who is routinely fucked with by extra-conventional gravitational pranks all day long, it is interesting to note how the concept of the ether also extends to control of gravity.
2240h
Still more vision impairments, this time they are coordinated to come on just as I am bookmarking a web site, Windows select, copy, and paste and other related web surfing activity. Same old, same old. Then I find out that I had been to one web site only a week ago and have zero recollection of this. This kind of recall lapse has never ever happened before. Naturally, all the link annotations/visit history of the blue font color becoming purple after linking has been stripped out yet again. This goes on regularly, though only a week's interval is getting more intrusive than in the past.
Time to blog off, the vision and typo fuckery is getting extreme.
More rumbling overhead within 10 minutes of getting to bed, and no plausible cover story as to how that could be possible in a concrete steel constructed apartment building.
I am getting the "vibrations" from both sides; the church bells of a block away, this time with a cover story as it is Sunday, and some kind of maintenance activity in the hallway that involves glass bashing or handling of broken pieces. And for this, there is no plausible story as the manager takes Sundays off, but here he is, hard at "it".
And for good measure, the perps have planted ticklish sensations down my back, as if it were sweating, but my chair is soft and fits comfortably to offer no room for such "trickles" to begin, let alone find room to run. More fucking idiotic games without a cover story, and yet the perps seem to think they are fooling someone. As for who, I have no idea.
And more vivid dreams in the night; nothing too perturbing but they go on for so long, and my usual ability to bail out by awakening has been fucked with. In other words, the assholes plant the vivid dreams and keep me in them for extended durations that are substantially longer than anytime before they had the ability to mess with my psychic self-protection abilities.
I have a notion that the planted dreams are going to be a continued big deal, as the assholes can evaluate all the energetics of these "events" while I am sleeping and not utilizing my normal awake time neural functions as I am not physically or visually involved. It may well be their new playground for jerking me around, especially when they can keep me in the "script" longer than I would be otherwise.
1130h
I also was awakened at some point in the night to view the "grainy picture show", the appearence of all objects as if from a push processed black and white photograph. It is most curious, as the perps only wanted me to look at the pillows, some 12" to18" away, and then had me go back to sleep. Most times they want me to have a room view of this altered lighting conditions, but seem to being grooming me on items of no consequence and that are in close.
This might relate to the many photographs and images I see, as for the most part, the faces are darkened in, rendering Caucasians almost like darker races. As mentioned before, the perps are totally nutty over carefully exposing me to other races, as they will create a "shielded tunnel", whereby they bound each side of the featured individual (East Indian or black usually) between two operatives, one on each side.
Other related games are putting a fat operative in my view, typically on the bus, and have him (usually) stand beside and chat to the driver when there are plenty of seats availible.
The brown crumb inudations continue; one under the table at breakfast yesterday, and then today, a same colored and type of brown crumb was placed between the table leg and the chair leg, the very location overwhich my foot passes to become seated in the chair. This seems like directed and progressive brown color testing to me.
1320h
Another fucked over crap on the toilet; just the "usual"; plunging, cleaning plunger, and a shower to clean up. I also noticed that the faucet and shower are not on the centerline that the bathtub drain circumcribes, but are at least 2" offset to the right. This seems to be from the asymmetry games that the perps play, as there is nothing they like better than marking or defacing something so that asymmetry is enforced, assuming there wasn't any in the first place. I cannot count how many times this has happened since they went overt on me in 2002. More and more, as the totality of their research agenda becomes apparent, I think the perps are fucking nuts in the cover their hubristic self-rationalizations.
That of course doesn't bother them; being seen as omnipotent, no matter the degree of intended disparagement, it is just another feather in their cap as they see it.
1610h
I am back to doing squat again after a bus trip to my parent's place to water plants. The perps put on two aircraft in formation to buzz around the house while I was watering and make continuous noise, and even enough to be heard inside while I was waiting to set off for the bus. As usual, there were some freak show elements and arranged gangstalkers. When outbound I had six Asians on my right (think brown skin), and cummulatively, three Caucasians on my left, all wearing the same dark brown colors. There were other freakish acts as the bus ride continued, but nothing of significance.
Then when inbound, I had an dark brown skinned Asian man at the bus stop, who hurried his act after doing "just stand there" duty 30' away, and he did not even look to see the bus coming. Somehow, he knew it was time to get to the actual bus stop. And it seemed that he served as the anchor for some seven more lighter skinned Asians to get on board three stops later, as they all clustered around him. The negro that was on the bus got off in four stops, as it seems the perps need to pull members of this demographic early on.
Then later, a red haired woman and her child got on board, and she was putting on the complaint act about a bus not stopping, and then she walks the length of the bus and sits beside me. Then she starts sniffing away over her "complaint", and thereby introducing this particular noise to the noisescape. Anyhow, I was glad to get off the bus, and walk the three block gangstalk of males and their beer guts back to my apartment tower.
And lo, if there weren't four of the fuckers clustered around the apartment block front door, one with a cell phone who somehow needed to sit in the lobby sofa rather than taking the elevator.
1905h
I am still recovering from a 1.5 hour nap and then some kind of follow-on "floaty" sensations as well as a generalized unpleasantness. I suspect that the perps are applying their irradiative fuckery to my temporal lobes, which is the control locus on feeling normal. Deep in the temporal lobes is the amygdala where all emotional processing goes on, and where we attach emotional valence to all that we sense. The fuckers are going beserk on jerking me around tonight, so it could be the last kick of the can from the "weekend crew", my take of the particularly nasty venality that takes place over and above that on weekdays. At least four masers, in the form of appearing to look like flies have come to join me as I type this up.
I did not need the nap in any way whatsoever; it is the third such nap in a week to follow from having tea and chocolate, so I suspect there are some color games going on, having the chocolate and tea inside me, likely a brown color, while lying on a predominantly yellow and blue bedspread. As always, why is the perp's problem with color and the respective energetics made to me mine? I never consented to any of this, and I want out now. Such luck.
1930h
I am getting right side vision impairments the very ,moment that I want to read the next word in a sentence, this being about Paul Dirac, one of the top physicists of the last century. And it is likely that many of his concepts are exploited by the perp sickos just to fuck their victim's lives for the sake of it. Why can't the perp sickos come out of the closet?
2000h
As if I didn't recieve enough adversity, the assholes are numbing my right side of my right hand, as it sits over the mouse/trackball. Every five minutes or so "I" need to lift my my hand and flex the two rightmost fingers to relieve this remotely applied fuckery.
2110h
I am reading an online book by R. D. Pearson, Intelligence Behind the Universe!, and his determination on the nature and properties of the ether which is the basis for a universal conciousness. The author is a retired engineer who re-directed his interests in retirement to explain the physical nature of the paranormal. Not only did he do that, but in conventional terms, he has dumped the current understanding of physics on its ear. I am being hampered by vision assaults as I read this, but maybe the fuckers will relent sometime and I will get to understand what the author is saying. This would provide the physical basis for how the perps harass the living shit out their victims, and explain why they bump off theoretical physists and cosmologists should they get too far in repudiating the current dead end of Einstein's relativity.
Another book of Pearson's is Key to Consciousness: Quantum Gravitation, though I have not read it yet, and it extends the above topic of universal consciousness to include quantum energies and how it is related to gravitation. Speaking as one who is routinely fucked with by extra-conventional gravitational pranks all day long, it is interesting to note how the concept of the ether also extends to control of gravity.
2240h
Still more vision impairments, this time they are coordinated to come on just as I am bookmarking a web site, Windows select, copy, and paste and other related web surfing activity. Same old, same old. Then I find out that I had been to one web site only a week ago and have zero recollection of this. This kind of recall lapse has never ever happened before. Naturally, all the link annotations/visit history of the blue font color becoming purple after linking has been stripped out yet again. This goes on regularly, though only a week's interval is getting more intrusive than in the past.
Time to blog off, the vision and typo fuckery is getting extreme.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
The Floating Sensation
1050h
I am getting a round of the "floating sensation", that all too-common jerkaround when the perps de-energize the temporal lobes in their attempts to go deeper into their brain (my brain) games. And the second round of this was interupted by the manager giving me some oversized mail, junk mail touting a glossy travel magazine. How this outfit got my current name and address is another of those mysteries, but obviously the usual mail through the slot at the top of the door wasn't sufficient for this mind fucking rountine.
And I am getting cranked up about how these accident inquiries are not explaining anything. "Crew error" and that is it. This is more of a local story, but a ferry ran aground last year at nightime, and all were rescued but two before the vessel slipped off the rocks and sunk into deep waters. To date, they still haven't made any effort to bring the vessel up, even if there is a danger of a fuel oil leak. Anyhow, I am always suspicious of these "disasters" and I asked my once sea-faring brother how this might of happened, and he just smirked, possibly purposely to feed my suspicions.
Anyhow, there is still no explanation of actual crew actions for the 14 minutes the crew missed a course change. Could it of been a collective mind-fuck for those on the bridge at the time? Possibly, but I wasn't there and cannot make a call on this one. But what I do know is that the sickos have a fascination with neutrinos, and their interaction is quite different at the earth's surface than in deep waters, so they may of decided to conduct an experiment in this part of the world to determine the neutrino-human energetics interaction on the two unlucky passengers that went down with the ship. This is totally speculative of course, but as I am currently getting successive noise flurries and other related jerkarounds (vision impairments, more floating sensations, smells jammed in the nose, plasma beams flitting around, and the Pseudosweats), I can be quite sure that another party is terribly interested in this scenario, and could be the same one that even suggested/prompted "my" interest/"discovery" into these subatomic particles for which I never gave a shit about in the first place. Anyhow, it is a long way of saying that disaster events aren't what they always appear. And it is another case of the non-causal investigation report, where there is no clarity as to what actually happened to cause this tragedy. Call it the "dumbing-down" of investigational boards Canadian style. My mention of the Anna Nicole Smith coroner's report in yesterday's blog is another example, where she had a personal nurse and yet she ingested contraindicated medications. If the coroner's report is availible online there maybe some better details that did not make it into the news. There have been a few other significant investigations that failed to detail causal events that satisfied the evidence in the past years as well, and I won't go into that large topic here.
1415h
A classic "suck 'n fuck" stunt today; the drop-in center's yoga was cancelled without notice, making for a "go there and come straight back" event, on the same route. Past readers will note that this has "happened" for doctor's visits, caseworker's visits and a few others that don't come to mind. There is something the perps want to know with respect to minimal turnaround duration for regular destinations, and have me return to this room/cell and listen to yet more noisestalking.
And I got my usual entourage of ambulatory and vehicular gangstalking while outside walking; they are now painting the normal (standard) silver-grey dump truck boxes the same color (burgundy) as the cab to create a more monolithic look to this particular large vehicle. This was predictable, as they are doing the same with the Smart Cars.
And the perps even put on a white color lane line painting crew for me to walk by, as they were located near the drop-in center and were in place for my inbound and outbound journey legs. This too is a fascination for the perps, and they have re-painted most of the road lines at least twice on my beats when I was driving, 2002 to mid-2006. Sometimes they had only repainted one line of a two line centerline. I cannot concieve of how that could serve any other purpose than for the perps and their senseless quest to determine what colors I react to, and at what thresholds. Not my problem, so why am I being fucked over it?
And another round of noisestalking in the hallway outside my door with plastic bag rustling; they are going silly on this plastic bag stalking these days, as well as adding more burgundy vehicles into the mix, and backing off on deep metallic red colors. They are still on gangstalking me with crimson reds it seems.
And the floating sensations also came back after lunch; they are continuing to "feature" this kind of fuckery along with the noisescape, running noses, web page changes, mouseclicking, masers and plasma exposures, internal head noises, and the rest of their games.
1550h
Some relative peace and quiet save the odd house noises of thumping that occur downstairs it seems, and of no human intervention. This is akin to the house whacking of yesterday, and here last night.
I had my usual Monday night cannot-sleep spell for an hour, and then was permitted a near uninterupted sleep. There was one awakening to see the "grainy picture show", that strange lighting effect that has all the look of a nightime existing light black and white photograph. This time, it was a glance at my pillow they wanted, and then I was back to sleep, with a late awakening that precluded my drop-in center visitation to go dig non-native plants from Government House. As it turned out, all the perps wanted from me today with respect to the drop-in center was a "there and back" visitation, per above yoga class suprise cancellation. Only in hindsight, if at all, can their plans make sense, though why the assholes need a short turnaround visitation to a regular location is unknown to me.
1910h
The sun is setting and is slowly passing behind a building instead of directly at me as I type. These dusk times are when the perps go extra squirelly with noisestalking and the rest of the games they pull such as typo sabotage. They also have got a drummer's group going earlier tonight in the adjacent nightclub where I can only barely hear it unless they leave the fire escape door open for me. There must be some significant benefits to the vibrations as these are not the only items which are accorded such treatment in my proximity. The glass bottle bashing of the operative/"resident", the forced crockery clashing in my case, the noisy mufflers in significant abundance, the knocking or cleaning of storefront windows in my proximity, and the like.
Anyhow, the noisescape has been mostly quiescent today, save some noise flurries, and perhaps the PC and its last most "repair" of the installation of two indentical disc drives offers sufficient vibration. My theory is that they correlate the energies associated with the vibrations and attempt to build an completed energetics model wherever I am. I am getting enough faked coughing and hacking from the never-get-better "residents" to know that this is a hot topic for the perp assholes in their control room somewhere in town.
1930h
I am getting the overhead pounding again which underscores the importance of this particular dusk time for the perps. It does seem this particular focussed noise is applied to their "problem moments/activities" this being both the digestive period following dinner and dusk time. I may have mentioned this before, but I have a suspicion that the advancement of Daylight time onset to March may have been their doing. In this way they can continue the experimentation at this time of the diurnal day.
And that they fucked me over for four attempts in succession in typing the word "to" in the above paragraph, and have me yell at the fuckers, further suggests that the current situation carries a high-stakes fuckability to it. Getting me riled up is their Fuckover stunt of first resort, except it is not as loud as before by way of speech volume governance.
1955h
The woo-hoo's have started up in this putative rooming house, and outside, the key jingling noise has started up owing to some transiting operatives in the adjacent parking lot. The usual noisestalking of the webpage changes, mouseclickings, unintended page re-displays and the rest of the dull details the perp assholes find so fascinating.
2015h
And just when I was getting complacent about some quiet, another bullshit and over-faked coughing jag has started up from the never-get-better operative/"resident" in this putative rooming house. I could well be projected sound from that quarter rather than a live being. And the perps make sure I get annoyed with it.
2035h
The overhead pounding has started up as thoughtstalking; any uncontrolled observations or thoughts get an overhead clunk accompaniment. So much for any quiet.
2245h
Time to blog off for another dull day, worsened by the perp's fuckery over a late get-up time and the secret cancellation of yoga this afternoon. Cue coughing and hacking.
I am getting a round of the "floating sensation", that all too-common jerkaround when the perps de-energize the temporal lobes in their attempts to go deeper into their brain (my brain) games. And the second round of this was interupted by the manager giving me some oversized mail, junk mail touting a glossy travel magazine. How this outfit got my current name and address is another of those mysteries, but obviously the usual mail through the slot at the top of the door wasn't sufficient for this mind fucking rountine.
And I am getting cranked up about how these accident inquiries are not explaining anything. "Crew error" and that is it. This is more of a local story, but a ferry ran aground last year at nightime, and all were rescued but two before the vessel slipped off the rocks and sunk into deep waters. To date, they still haven't made any effort to bring the vessel up, even if there is a danger of a fuel oil leak. Anyhow, I am always suspicious of these "disasters" and I asked my once sea-faring brother how this might of happened, and he just smirked, possibly purposely to feed my suspicions.
Anyhow, there is still no explanation of actual crew actions for the 14 minutes the crew missed a course change. Could it of been a collective mind-fuck for those on the bridge at the time? Possibly, but I wasn't there and cannot make a call on this one. But what I do know is that the sickos have a fascination with neutrinos, and their interaction is quite different at the earth's surface than in deep waters, so they may of decided to conduct an experiment in this part of the world to determine the neutrino-human energetics interaction on the two unlucky passengers that went down with the ship. This is totally speculative of course, but as I am currently getting successive noise flurries and other related jerkarounds (vision impairments, more floating sensations, smells jammed in the nose, plasma beams flitting around, and the Pseudosweats), I can be quite sure that another party is terribly interested in this scenario, and could be the same one that even suggested/prompted "my" interest/"discovery" into these subatomic particles for which I never gave a shit about in the first place. Anyhow, it is a long way of saying that disaster events aren't what they always appear. And it is another case of the non-causal investigation report, where there is no clarity as to what actually happened to cause this tragedy. Call it the "dumbing-down" of investigational boards Canadian style. My mention of the Anna Nicole Smith coroner's report in yesterday's blog is another example, where she had a personal nurse and yet she ingested contraindicated medications. If the coroner's report is availible online there maybe some better details that did not make it into the news. There have been a few other significant investigations that failed to detail causal events that satisfied the evidence in the past years as well, and I won't go into that large topic here.
1415h
A classic "suck 'n fuck" stunt today; the drop-in center's yoga was cancelled without notice, making for a "go there and come straight back" event, on the same route. Past readers will note that this has "happened" for doctor's visits, caseworker's visits and a few others that don't come to mind. There is something the perps want to know with respect to minimal turnaround duration for regular destinations, and have me return to this room/cell and listen to yet more noisestalking.
And I got my usual entourage of ambulatory and vehicular gangstalking while outside walking; they are now painting the normal (standard) silver-grey dump truck boxes the same color (burgundy) as the cab to create a more monolithic look to this particular large vehicle. This was predictable, as they are doing the same with the Smart Cars.
And the perps even put on a white color lane line painting crew for me to walk by, as they were located near the drop-in center and were in place for my inbound and outbound journey legs. This too is a fascination for the perps, and they have re-painted most of the road lines at least twice on my beats when I was driving, 2002 to mid-2006. Sometimes they had only repainted one line of a two line centerline. I cannot concieve of how that could serve any other purpose than for the perps and their senseless quest to determine what colors I react to, and at what thresholds. Not my problem, so why am I being fucked over it?
And another round of noisestalking in the hallway outside my door with plastic bag rustling; they are going silly on this plastic bag stalking these days, as well as adding more burgundy vehicles into the mix, and backing off on deep metallic red colors. They are still on gangstalking me with crimson reds it seems.
And the floating sensations also came back after lunch; they are continuing to "feature" this kind of fuckery along with the noisescape, running noses, web page changes, mouseclicking, masers and plasma exposures, internal head noises, and the rest of their games.
1550h
Some relative peace and quiet save the odd house noises of thumping that occur downstairs it seems, and of no human intervention. This is akin to the house whacking of yesterday, and here last night.
I had my usual Monday night cannot-sleep spell for an hour, and then was permitted a near uninterupted sleep. There was one awakening to see the "grainy picture show", that strange lighting effect that has all the look of a nightime existing light black and white photograph. This time, it was a glance at my pillow they wanted, and then I was back to sleep, with a late awakening that precluded my drop-in center visitation to go dig non-native plants from Government House. As it turned out, all the perps wanted from me today with respect to the drop-in center was a "there and back" visitation, per above yoga class suprise cancellation. Only in hindsight, if at all, can their plans make sense, though why the assholes need a short turnaround visitation to a regular location is unknown to me.
1910h
The sun is setting and is slowly passing behind a building instead of directly at me as I type. These dusk times are when the perps go extra squirelly with noisestalking and the rest of the games they pull such as typo sabotage. They also have got a drummer's group going earlier tonight in the adjacent nightclub where I can only barely hear it unless they leave the fire escape door open for me. There must be some significant benefits to the vibrations as these are not the only items which are accorded such treatment in my proximity. The glass bottle bashing of the operative/"resident", the forced crockery clashing in my case, the noisy mufflers in significant abundance, the knocking or cleaning of storefront windows in my proximity, and the like.
Anyhow, the noisescape has been mostly quiescent today, save some noise flurries, and perhaps the PC and its last most "repair" of the installation of two indentical disc drives offers sufficient vibration. My theory is that they correlate the energies associated with the vibrations and attempt to build an completed energetics model wherever I am. I am getting enough faked coughing and hacking from the never-get-better "residents" to know that this is a hot topic for the perp assholes in their control room somewhere in town.
1930h
I am getting the overhead pounding again which underscores the importance of this particular dusk time for the perps. It does seem this particular focussed noise is applied to their "problem moments/activities" this being both the digestive period following dinner and dusk time. I may have mentioned this before, but I have a suspicion that the advancement of Daylight time onset to March may have been their doing. In this way they can continue the experimentation at this time of the diurnal day.
And that they fucked me over for four attempts in succession in typing the word "to" in the above paragraph, and have me yell at the fuckers, further suggests that the current situation carries a high-stakes fuckability to it. Getting me riled up is their Fuckover stunt of first resort, except it is not as loud as before by way of speech volume governance.
1955h
The woo-hoo's have started up in this putative rooming house, and outside, the key jingling noise has started up owing to some transiting operatives in the adjacent parking lot. The usual noisestalking of the webpage changes, mouseclickings, unintended page re-displays and the rest of the dull details the perp assholes find so fascinating.
2015h
And just when I was getting complacent about some quiet, another bullshit and over-faked coughing jag has started up from the never-get-better operative/"resident" in this putative rooming house. I could well be projected sound from that quarter rather than a live being. And the perps make sure I get annoyed with it.
2035h
The overhead pounding has started up as thoughtstalking; any uncontrolled observations or thoughts get an overhead clunk accompaniment. So much for any quiet.
2245h
Time to blog off for another dull day, worsened by the perp's fuckery over a late get-up time and the secret cancellation of yoga this afternoon. Cue coughing and hacking.
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