1515h
A visit to get my eyeglasses swapped at the optican's earlier. And also to hope that this blogger doesn't get totally sabotaged like an earlier posting, to the point I had to delete it. The assholes killed typing and all mouse actions in both Firefox and IE browsers, as very often when this erupts, I switch browsers and I continue from there.
And of course, without the far sighted Rx in these old glasses I get to see this LCD a little fuzzy, and that is cause for the assholes to lay on the outside vehicle noise, the train of loud mufflered vehicles every 20 seconds or so, heard through the earmuffs, aka, hearing protection.
The throbby motorcycle noises are coming at 3x/minute, and getting through my earmuffs as I write. The big interest for the perps after the umpteenth forced pee today is to have me look up towel rails on the internet following the bathroom visitation. The towel rail there has a loose rail between the two anchored ends, and even if I don't pull or move the towel while using it as it hangs from the rail, the assholes move the loose part, usually in some kind of sound pattern. And they have me going beserk over it, where, given my own inclination, it would be another so-what obsession of theirs that was totally beserk. But no, I am not allowed to be mellow about any of this, so call it another rage-fication provocation. Though, very often, if I take away the excuse, then the game is over, as they have provoked me enough. It could all be about the commonality that they are looking for, between seeing and using an object to its likeness pictured and all the way to possibly ordering one. Just more games again.
But of course the above wasn't enough, as they wanted me to bookmark it after closing the browser tab window. Recovering the link wasn't a big deal for me, but you can be sure it was covered with motorcycle noise yet again. Not to mention the ongoing ear ringing that it totally constant today.
1700h
Hung out to dry for the weekend; no phone call from the optician's as to when they will return my eyeglasses, the usual evasiveness/victim suspense bullshit again. And why didn't I figure this out ahead of time? Because of imposed cognitive conditions; I have been the brunt of thousands of these kinds of stunts/feints up since 2002, and until about 2007 or so, I was good at figuring out the scam potential in advance. Slowly they learned how I knew, and then debased by my knowledge of them . And that is as bad as it sounds; I am not allowed to access my own knowledge or in any way gain it if not approved by my Fuckwit orchestration manager. All to keep me in place and listen to dumbshit otorcycle noise all afternoon, and still playing, even if it is very today, 9 deg. C.
1935h
A round of games with the perps making the text font smaller when I come back to a page after an absence. That, and more motorcycle noise with simultaneous overhead rumbling noise, always an opportunistic noise, and long past feigning any kind of legit cover story.
2145h
Evening tea time with chocolate, about my 20th consecutive broken chocolate bar, that this, broken up in the package before it it opened. This erupted about 8 days ago, and seemed timed to "happen" when I was using the dinner plate, then the old wobbly plate, and now the new salad plate, all differing degrees of white. I can expect to pour out the heap of chocolate squares now, each with angular shard facets to ge the most surface area to the break as possible. And these broken chocolate bars have all been the same make and kind, and have been purchased over four differing shopping visits to the same store. There must be something important about these broken chocolate bars, as they like to pour on the overhead rumbling noise now, before and after tea time, and eating one (broken up of course). Though it was interesting that they didn't want me to have one at breakfast, the usual practice; I headed to the optician one block away and getting me out on the street "chocolate free" seemed to be a big deal. They even put on a big lug who was in brown shorts for the extra stupid look. There is something they know about me, and that I don't like shorts on me for whatever reason. And this is a big part of the dude force duds, these freaking shorts they wear, often in a faux plaid, e.g. brown squares on the whitish fabric. Just when I thought winter dress would be part of the gangstalking schtick, why, they come back with summer like clothing again. Fucking tiresome.
And I also got the sloppy white pants leading me ahead too this morning when out, after purchasing groceries, and that would include the above mentioned stack of five chocolate bars. In between the brown short dude and the sloppy white pants ahead of me (both highly Unfavored items of male clothing), I got these faux vagrants walking toward me, and lo, if they didn't split apart, one heading for the garbage can to cross my path, and the other waiting, and have me walk between the Fuckwits. Not quite the "split couple" move I have seen so often in public, but the "split dude pair" maybe. And the perps also like to script their Fuckwits like they are ready to jump me, as in heading for me and then diverting at the last moment to get my flight or fight reaction started up. Every time I am out in public, and going two blocks or more, I can be sure to be getting at least three or four Fuckwits pulling this stunt; walk toward me on the sidewalk or crosswalk when there is ample room and no reason whatsoever for them to come toward me. Today, I was in mid crosswalk when a Fuckwit on the sidewalk comes from the left, makes a turn to head toward me on the sidewalk, and instead of turning 90 degrees or so, he turns wide, say 85 degrees, and then is coming at me and then when I started to divert to avoid the Fuckwit, why, only then did he straighten out his trajectory. Part of this move, of having Fuckwits, singly or in wall formation to come straight at me on the crosswalk is to force me outside to avoid them and thereby walk on the broad white line that bounds the crosswalk. Like WTF; why am I not allowed to walk unharassed on a fucking sidewalk nowadays?
And this was the same crosswalk where they pulled a vehicular rundown attempt on me two months ago, making me run for it, as the driver wasn't going to stop, and she even re-aligned her turning arc to aim at me in my new position, seemingly attempting to pin me between her vehicles and the ones that were stopped. Then she turned back the wheel again to miss me, and then finally stopped in mid-turn, time enough for me to yell at her for being a total asshole. This was the same intersection where they put two babbling vagrants together this morning, and I was obliged to walk toward them to get across the street, the way the traffic lights "worked out", read planned just for me to get some "vagrant time". Normally I avoid the fuckers, but these assholes weren't moving, as they didn't walk across the intersection in either direction as it turned out, making themselves to be long lost buddies. How many times have I heard that schtick?
Some science news the perps dropped off on me for reasons that seem topical. This article on touch typists talks about intention and action, two themes that are near and dear to the Fuckwit's abuse agenda. And that there are two error processing loops for touch typists; a conscious one and a subconscious one that slows down keystrokes when an error has been made. And as the perps sabotage my typing at least every fifth letter, and even multiple sabotage when attempting to fix the forced typo, this might be just what it is about. They can screw me over in detecting typos, and have done that for at least two years now, but they cannot yet screw my subconscious error detection capabilities. This article mentions "false typos", where letters are inserted by the spoofed software the touch typists are using. And have I not roundly complained that the assholes are also inserting letters into what I type, either gratuitiously (no evident action on my part) or else by touching my fingers as if I hit two keys at once when I didn't. Got all that? I am not sure that I do. But they also like to have me alternate between reading what I type on the screen, or watching the keyboard and slow me down with typo after typo.
Another harassment game of endless bounds, some 150 to 250x/day, is to jab or poke me with unseen forcefields, often when I am doing something, say, handling the dishes. They like to have me detect whether it was a gratuitous poke or jab (unconventionally caused), or whether it might actually be related to the conventional reality of actually bumping into something. (Which of course they would manipulate anyhow, making things look conventional is all part of what the assholes do, if it isn't a gratuitous non-conventional event). These must be brain-stem region error detection capabilities, as this seems to be where the perps are so focussed, for the last two years.
Enough science, and on with posting this. I hear the faux neighbor fan noise is on again for the rest of the evening, some two hours or more. This is the third successive evening this noise has started up, and last night they added some variation to it, having the noise drop off and change pitch for a second or two to catch my neural circuitry detecting the noise variance. This hum can also be heard through my earmuffs, and having them on or off does not change the noise volume any, they just re-adjust it to be heard no matter which. Talk about dynamic surveillance and harassment.
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Friday, November 12, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Tuesday Level of Abuse on Wednesday
1110h
This is the first day back at my place from a First Feral Family stayover, a rare two day one that took me to Tuesday because of a larger garden work backlog and some decent weather to permit me to get it done. The rain started up last night and is still going this morning, but that didn't stop the over-extended brake noise groaning from going on this morning, as all other brake noise stops when the roads are wet, as it does in conventional reality. And a winter time dinginess has come upon this apartment, the first round evident when I came back from the laundry room with the cleaned-again shower curtain, and then another increment of dinginess evident when I exited the bathroom after hanging up the curtain.
The shower curtain was laundered three days ago with a modicum of other laundry, and today I discover that there was this blue film of lint on it, somehow missing this when hanging it up then. Then I discover it today, when about to take a shower, and then later change into the very pair of jeans that accompanied the first shower curtain laundering. I have never had blue lint coming off jeans in all my life, but somehow it just erupts every now and again, forcing a re-laundering of the linted item. And "somehow" I forgot to add the towel into the laundry load, as had just been placed in the laundry basket.
A high abuse morning so far, with constant aggravations to keep me riled up and vocalizing my exasperation. Extra planted noises from placing objects down or picking them up, self-hopping crumbs, extra crumbs from nowhere, touches from nowhere, and the assholes even teleporting saliva from my mouth to have it drool down my lip and onto the edge of the cereal bowl where some landed on the inside vertical portion and some landed on the outside, opposite. I swear my mouth did not open to allow the salivia to excape as I am extremely aware of just these very circumstances having been screwed so many times before. But somehow, a considerable amount just erupted at my lip and fell down to split over the bowl edge to then fall on either side of the vertical portion. Astounding drooling precision of a kind never experienced before the perps went overt/beserk in 2002.
And the fourth round of fix-and-fuck on the toilet flushing has just transpired; this is the incomplete flushing problem that erupted some 5 weeks ago, and first fixed by the manager after a week of the first complaint. The arranged problem forces me to keep the lever depressed until the water and contents have flushed, and the sickos' rationale seems to be to keep me captive to the color changes in the flushing toilet. It isn't good enough that I am allowed to walk away from a flushing toilet like the rest of the world in their insane take on what they want from me.
And another semi-sleepless night, like the one before at the First Feral Family home. The assholes pound me with thoughts one on top of the other, no thought threads for longer than four seconds before another, and usually irrelevant one, intrudes and takes over. I have never had this level of thought scrambling in my entire life at anytime of the day, and now, it erupts twice in two days, once at two locations. They keep me up with this for at least two hours before allowing sleep, and then pull the same stunt again before getting up. I don't expect to be any bit tired from the lack of sleep as it has never happened for all the sleep incursions and disruptions they have brought on.
1320h
The dinge lightened up a little, no lights on at present, though I did at lunch. Then instant I placed a kiwi fruit in my mouth and began tearing at it with my teeth to remove a portion, a vehicle outside began honking its horn for an extended duration of some 8 to 10 seconds, just to make sure that momentous moment of color change in my mouth was covered by that particular noise. This isn't the first time this has happened for kiwi fruit, maybe the 100th, but the most obvious. Eating chocolate gets the same treatment, likely over 500 such events in all the 8 years of this insane abuse. Noise events while food is placed in my mouth, while chewing, when food passes from my teeth to my tongue and while on my tongue number in the high hundreds. They "got me" with noise this morning just as a swirl of coffee displaced the chocolate, a "brown for brown" swap if you will. And make no mistake, brown variants and brown color switching, be it vehicles, gangstalker clothing, web pages, what I touch or whatever has increased all round. The FFF television was inundated with brown negro skinheaded males, including the freak national news (The National) anchorman of the CBC for the latter two nights I stayed there. I couldn't bear to watch the dude, and they had me looking away and then forcing me into subsecond glimpses to see the same freak again.
1350h
A simple Newegg order online turns into a big Fuckover scene. The assholes stopped the transaction totally dead and wouldn't allow the checkout process to proceed, even with all the boxes filled in, and filled in again. Fucking insane that I cannot be allowed to purchase what and when and where I want. Naturally. sort of, the overhead noise started up, the rumbling coming through at the moment of desperation in removing the leading "1" from the credit card phone number, supplied by retaining the information of a past order. No email to determine what in the fuck went wrong. Try again another time, and see what happens. Endless and insane jerking around over every last step of every last financial transaction I make, from coin machines on up.
1630h
Following the above obstructed Newegg order the sickos had me shut down the PC, read a book (a very rare event) for 30 minutes in the prone position on my bed, have tea and chocolate, and then a forced crap with some extra games to ensure I was vocalizing my exasperation. Nothing is allowed to be straightforward, not even keystroking, turning a page in a book or turning a lightswitch off or on. And it seems like the order did not go through. It was for an Asus U3S6 card to go into my PC, and it is an upgrade to permit USB 3 and STAT 6 standards on a older PC. I have been in contact with Asus as to why my motherboard isn't on the approved motherboard list, and have been jerked around for the last week, twice reminding the email contact that he hadn't answered my question. So I suppose the sickos thought they had built up some "adversity momentum" over this particular PC adaptor card, and somehow felt justified in cranking up the ordering adversity as well. Fucking bizarre to say the least, and proof that they are fucking nuts.
1700h
Another round of fuckery over per above order, attempting again while in contact with a customer service rep via a live session. More form filling, more password entry, and still she couldn't do anything, and even asking for information she couldn't use. Finally, the old excuse of the "browser problem" came to mind, and so a third round in IE, this time with extra colored lines and buttons, all of which was stripped out of Firefox. I suppose the assholes don't want me to see screen features when I am ordering online as this is not the first time this has happened. Plenty of additional noises going on while the assholes were jerking me around, all part of tne noisescape. And also, the assholes had me use the Windows snipping tool, and somehow the saved file got lost, forcing me to go through with this again, which was complicated by the fact that they added pop-up boxes over what I was intending to snip, and they even added a phone call interuption of someon offering a free cell phone for some bizarre reason.
1820h
Dinner was made from scratch tonight, always a big deal as they lay on the extra telekinetic abuse more, especially when they have been aggravating me all day. The big deal for the sickos that I swapped cleaning sponges tonight, along with replacing the dish detergent in mid use. The green cleaning sponge was used to flash me with green plasma so enough of that, so out it went, along with the other new one, and both ended up in the garbage together. The new blue ones didn't have the scrubbing surface I expected, and it is a lighter blue, instead of the dark blue. (These are 3M pads with a sponge and a scouring pad both). They had the dishes cleaned with the last of the dishes detergent, and then had me clean the counter, stovetop and table top with the new sponge and a dab from the new dishes detergent on it, what I usually do. That might sound all to prosaic, but I have come to know that cleaning dishes and counters is of intense interest, and to remind new readers they even had me do a part time cleaning job for 8 months last year, such is their interest in cleaning.
That part time cleaning job was at a car dealership, and I ended up getting a discount on car cleaning supplies in my last week there 07-2009. This was for my mother's vehicle, and she never got to cleaning her vehicle or using the supplies. And lo, if my daughter didn't come by yesterday to my mother's place, while I was still there, to clean the vehicle, using said supplies for the first time. It just goes to show how much planning the perps do, and their insane need to have things lie "fallow", purchased, stored in a typical location but remaining unused. And then, to have a surrogate, my daughter, to use the cleaning supplies. Go figure.
1930h
I see the font sizes have gone smaller after a read of a PDF file at 200% oversize. I don't seem to be allowed controlled font size with my browser, as in me controlling it. The assholes even made me sneeze, having me turn my head away, and at the moment of sneezing and not looking at the 200% sized text, they planted subsized 30% sized text in my vision. They needed font-sneeze test combination and duly planted it following a 10 minut duration of oversized text reading. Maybe there is more to the allowed book reading this afternoon that just getting me to sit/lie down somewhere else. And even other browser tabs and this page are suddenly shrunk down in font size and the browser zoom doesn't work. Funny how all that happens, a sudden font size decrease after reading oversized font. For the record, it is about Miracle Mineral Supplement, which might be a technical mineral, as it is sodium chlorite, also known as Stabilized Oxygen in a lower concentration formulation. It is said to be one of the most potent anti-pathogenic oxidizing agents going, and is pathogen specific, and doesn't harm healthy cells. An interesting read if you follow the video, and then the links. It can work against nearly all microbes and viral agents, and can be cheaply acquired. His claim is that he doesn't have a million bucks to do FDA triple blind testing, and he also claims that the FDA executive is a revolving door for the drug companies to give to their top personnel for sabbaticals. I wouldn't doubt it, and their apparent new powers to shut down supplements and to have them submit for testing is another outrage they have yet to fully perpetrate. Click on the video at the link for the project Camelot Portal interview, though over an hour long. I don't have any interest in this except to disseminate what seems to be like exceptional information that one can readily act on if need be. Though for us TI's, in the cross hairs of strange irradiative beams, the perps might want to turn up the power to counter whatever healing can take place. I have had some wicked flues in the long past, and I always wondered how I got them, and how it was that their timing was so coincidental to important meetings or other seminal events like a new dog arriving at the house.
2215h
A video listen of Marcia Schafer, a contactee and psychic, tonight, along with noise outside to "accompany me" in listening, one hour. Reading got shut down after my evening tea break, including online; the text started to jump and vibrate. There must be over a hundred ways to screw someone out of reading; cognitive impairments, demotivation, and good old technical fuckery if online. Her book book, Confessions of an Intergalactic Anthropologist, (site) is highly regarded, though I haven't read it.
And what is with the dude talk outside my apartment dude today? Now at least 10 "happenings", lasting 5 to 12 seconds.
This one is done for today, and hopefully I can get some real sleep tonight.
This is the first day back at my place from a First Feral Family stayover, a rare two day one that took me to Tuesday because of a larger garden work backlog and some decent weather to permit me to get it done. The rain started up last night and is still going this morning, but that didn't stop the over-extended brake noise groaning from going on this morning, as all other brake noise stops when the roads are wet, as it does in conventional reality. And a winter time dinginess has come upon this apartment, the first round evident when I came back from the laundry room with the cleaned-again shower curtain, and then another increment of dinginess evident when I exited the bathroom after hanging up the curtain.
The shower curtain was laundered three days ago with a modicum of other laundry, and today I discover that there was this blue film of lint on it, somehow missing this when hanging it up then. Then I discover it today, when about to take a shower, and then later change into the very pair of jeans that accompanied the first shower curtain laundering. I have never had blue lint coming off jeans in all my life, but somehow it just erupts every now and again, forcing a re-laundering of the linted item. And "somehow" I forgot to add the towel into the laundry load, as had just been placed in the laundry basket.
A high abuse morning so far, with constant aggravations to keep me riled up and vocalizing my exasperation. Extra planted noises from placing objects down or picking them up, self-hopping crumbs, extra crumbs from nowhere, touches from nowhere, and the assholes even teleporting saliva from my mouth to have it drool down my lip and onto the edge of the cereal bowl where some landed on the inside vertical portion and some landed on the outside, opposite. I swear my mouth did not open to allow the salivia to excape as I am extremely aware of just these very circumstances having been screwed so many times before. But somehow, a considerable amount just erupted at my lip and fell down to split over the bowl edge to then fall on either side of the vertical portion. Astounding drooling precision of a kind never experienced before the perps went overt/beserk in 2002.
And the fourth round of fix-and-fuck on the toilet flushing has just transpired; this is the incomplete flushing problem that erupted some 5 weeks ago, and first fixed by the manager after a week of the first complaint. The arranged problem forces me to keep the lever depressed until the water and contents have flushed, and the sickos' rationale seems to be to keep me captive to the color changes in the flushing toilet. It isn't good enough that I am allowed to walk away from a flushing toilet like the rest of the world in their insane take on what they want from me.
And another semi-sleepless night, like the one before at the First Feral Family home. The assholes pound me with thoughts one on top of the other, no thought threads for longer than four seconds before another, and usually irrelevant one, intrudes and takes over. I have never had this level of thought scrambling in my entire life at anytime of the day, and now, it erupts twice in two days, once at two locations. They keep me up with this for at least two hours before allowing sleep, and then pull the same stunt again before getting up. I don't expect to be any bit tired from the lack of sleep as it has never happened for all the sleep incursions and disruptions they have brought on.
1320h
The dinge lightened up a little, no lights on at present, though I did at lunch. Then instant I placed a kiwi fruit in my mouth and began tearing at it with my teeth to remove a portion, a vehicle outside began honking its horn for an extended duration of some 8 to 10 seconds, just to make sure that momentous moment of color change in my mouth was covered by that particular noise. This isn't the first time this has happened for kiwi fruit, maybe the 100th, but the most obvious. Eating chocolate gets the same treatment, likely over 500 such events in all the 8 years of this insane abuse. Noise events while food is placed in my mouth, while chewing, when food passes from my teeth to my tongue and while on my tongue number in the high hundreds. They "got me" with noise this morning just as a swirl of coffee displaced the chocolate, a "brown for brown" swap if you will. And make no mistake, brown variants and brown color switching, be it vehicles, gangstalker clothing, web pages, what I touch or whatever has increased all round. The FFF television was inundated with brown negro skinheaded males, including the freak national news (The National) anchorman of the CBC for the latter two nights I stayed there. I couldn't bear to watch the dude, and they had me looking away and then forcing me into subsecond glimpses to see the same freak again.
1350h
A simple Newegg order online turns into a big Fuckover scene. The assholes stopped the transaction totally dead and wouldn't allow the checkout process to proceed, even with all the boxes filled in, and filled in again. Fucking insane that I cannot be allowed to purchase what and when and where I want. Naturally. sort of, the overhead noise started up, the rumbling coming through at the moment of desperation in removing the leading "1" from the credit card phone number, supplied by retaining the information of a past order. No email to determine what in the fuck went wrong. Try again another time, and see what happens. Endless and insane jerking around over every last step of every last financial transaction I make, from coin machines on up.
1630h
Following the above obstructed Newegg order the sickos had me shut down the PC, read a book (a very rare event) for 30 minutes in the prone position on my bed, have tea and chocolate, and then a forced crap with some extra games to ensure I was vocalizing my exasperation. Nothing is allowed to be straightforward, not even keystroking, turning a page in a book or turning a lightswitch off or on. And it seems like the order did not go through. It was for an Asus U3S6 card to go into my PC, and it is an upgrade to permit USB 3 and STAT 6 standards on a older PC. I have been in contact with Asus as to why my motherboard isn't on the approved motherboard list, and have been jerked around for the last week, twice reminding the email contact that he hadn't answered my question. So I suppose the sickos thought they had built up some "adversity momentum" over this particular PC adaptor card, and somehow felt justified in cranking up the ordering adversity as well. Fucking bizarre to say the least, and proof that they are fucking nuts.
1700h
Another round of fuckery over per above order, attempting again while in contact with a customer service rep via a live session. More form filling, more password entry, and still she couldn't do anything, and even asking for information she couldn't use. Finally, the old excuse of the "browser problem" came to mind, and so a third round in IE, this time with extra colored lines and buttons, all of which was stripped out of Firefox. I suppose the assholes don't want me to see screen features when I am ordering online as this is not the first time this has happened. Plenty of additional noises going on while the assholes were jerking me around, all part of tne noisescape. And also, the assholes had me use the Windows snipping tool, and somehow the saved file got lost, forcing me to go through with this again, which was complicated by the fact that they added pop-up boxes over what I was intending to snip, and they even added a phone call interuption of someon offering a free cell phone for some bizarre reason.
1820h
Dinner was made from scratch tonight, always a big deal as they lay on the extra telekinetic abuse more, especially when they have been aggravating me all day. The big deal for the sickos that I swapped cleaning sponges tonight, along with replacing the dish detergent in mid use. The green cleaning sponge was used to flash me with green plasma so enough of that, so out it went, along with the other new one, and both ended up in the garbage together. The new blue ones didn't have the scrubbing surface I expected, and it is a lighter blue, instead of the dark blue. (These are 3M pads with a sponge and a scouring pad both). They had the dishes cleaned with the last of the dishes detergent, and then had me clean the counter, stovetop and table top with the new sponge and a dab from the new dishes detergent on it, what I usually do. That might sound all to prosaic, but I have come to know that cleaning dishes and counters is of intense interest, and to remind new readers they even had me do a part time cleaning job for 8 months last year, such is their interest in cleaning.
That part time cleaning job was at a car dealership, and I ended up getting a discount on car cleaning supplies in my last week there 07-2009. This was for my mother's vehicle, and she never got to cleaning her vehicle or using the supplies. And lo, if my daughter didn't come by yesterday to my mother's place, while I was still there, to clean the vehicle, using said supplies for the first time. It just goes to show how much planning the perps do, and their insane need to have things lie "fallow", purchased, stored in a typical location but remaining unused. And then, to have a surrogate, my daughter, to use the cleaning supplies. Go figure.
1930h
I see the font sizes have gone smaller after a read of a PDF file at 200% oversize. I don't seem to be allowed controlled font size with my browser, as in me controlling it. The assholes even made me sneeze, having me turn my head away, and at the moment of sneezing and not looking at the 200% sized text, they planted subsized 30% sized text in my vision. They needed font-sneeze test combination and duly planted it following a 10 minut duration of oversized text reading. Maybe there is more to the allowed book reading this afternoon that just getting me to sit/lie down somewhere else. And even other browser tabs and this page are suddenly shrunk down in font size and the browser zoom doesn't work. Funny how all that happens, a sudden font size decrease after reading oversized font. For the record, it is about Miracle Mineral Supplement, which might be a technical mineral, as it is sodium chlorite, also known as Stabilized Oxygen in a lower concentration formulation. It is said to be one of the most potent anti-pathogenic oxidizing agents going, and is pathogen specific, and doesn't harm healthy cells. An interesting read if you follow the video, and then the links. It can work against nearly all microbes and viral agents, and can be cheaply acquired. His claim is that he doesn't have a million bucks to do FDA triple blind testing, and he also claims that the FDA executive is a revolving door for the drug companies to give to their top personnel for sabbaticals. I wouldn't doubt it, and their apparent new powers to shut down supplements and to have them submit for testing is another outrage they have yet to fully perpetrate. Click on the video at the link for the project Camelot Portal interview, though over an hour long. I don't have any interest in this except to disseminate what seems to be like exceptional information that one can readily act on if need be. Though for us TI's, in the cross hairs of strange irradiative beams, the perps might want to turn up the power to counter whatever healing can take place. I have had some wicked flues in the long past, and I always wondered how I got them, and how it was that their timing was so coincidental to important meetings or other seminal events like a new dog arriving at the house.
2215h
A video listen of Marcia Schafer, a contactee and psychic, tonight, along with noise outside to "accompany me" in listening, one hour. Reading got shut down after my evening tea break, including online; the text started to jump and vibrate. There must be over a hundred ways to screw someone out of reading; cognitive impairments, demotivation, and good old technical fuckery if online. Her book book, Confessions of an Intergalactic Anthropologist, (site) is highly regarded, though I haven't read it.
And what is with the dude talk outside my apartment dude today? Now at least 10 "happenings", lasting 5 to 12 seconds.
This one is done for today, and hopefully I can get some real sleep tonight.
Friday, February 01, 2008
No Chicken on the Chicken Run
1225h
A dashed expectations jerkaround earlier, my big outing of the day, the 10 minute trip to the local supermarket and back. And I got there an hour after the latest they normally put out the cooked chicken, and lo, there was none there. They get three kinds; free run, regular and another, and there zip, not even a notice to explain this one. Onto other shopping; the usual cheddar cheese -gangstalker hanging over it at great length, tapenade -two kinds, none there. I was allowed to buy tea after two earlier forced "forgets" this week, and continue on with the kiwi fruit, possibly from the same location I once owned, a farm with an acre of kiwi fruit.
I had two gangstalkers with me in the elevator heading out; the heavy breathing withered woman act with the leather biker vest also "joined me" on my return, exiting a nearby store and slithering in behind me as I entered the apartment building and the same elevator back up. I haven't had this "fellow traveller" gangstalking in a building before, only on the buses, a new escalation of the obvious. The other outbound only elevator gangstalker was an Asian woman who preceded me out the front door to join her Asian male friends, each holding up a mattress to her, one of which she touched and grabbed, all to impair my egress and force an "excuse me" request/vocalization. The degree of planned inadvertent sidewalk and egress blocking is getting silly of late, the gangstalker and obstructor pretending that there is no one near them, even if I drag my foot to deliberately create noise for them to know I am close by.
1355h
A second pate lunch, and likely the last of it for dinner tonight, for a three meals of pate and crackers over two days, "forced" by the aforementioned chicken shortage. I was fully gangstalked while at the supermarket earlier, and a new style has emerged; the dithering dipshit doing back and forth walks in close proximity. I had two of these, and am getting fucking fed up with this continued gangstalking coverage.
Black leather clothing seemed to be predominating among the gangstalkers, likely for reasons that leather contains metal salts, though I have been planted with the notion that it also relates to the long-ago of past traumatizations. Yesterday's biker-like dude in the leather vest who made such a point about loitering in my peripherial vision seened to be an affirmation of the biker traumatization angle. But as I have no recollection of anything to do with bikers and motorcycles in my developmental years, I have no idea if this occured, as the perps like to feed me more disingenuous information than verifiable fact.
While at the checkout from today's shopping I notice two staff members chatting for the duration of my checkout time, one was a staff member at the location I once shopped when I had my vehicle. She is at least the third staff member from that mile and a half away grocery store to "end up" at this local supermarket. She was a cute and friendly blonde then, and is still cute now, but was mostly black haired today with a pale blonde, almost grey 4" wide streak on one side of her hair. I assume her nattering was part of the gangstalking scene, as the perps know that I know her voice, and there is some advantage they appear to utilize by shifting me from attentive voices, those that I have interacted with, to background voices without listening to any details.
2145h
I am reading from the Reich of the Black Sun (book) and finding plenty of extra-conventional physics that were of interest to Nazi Germany. And conventional physics as well; the Nazis are reported to have detonated a nuclear device in 1943, and had researched nuclear physics to a significant degree. The end of war capture of Nazi enriched uranium is thought to have been utlized by the US Manhattan project. It is all too fascinating, and my harassment pals have been putting on the noise throughout, though only to barely noticeable levels.
And more games are going on with changing the font and lineweight of text that I am reading; I follow a link, and lo, if the text didn't get bigger when I find my way back. Then games with planted mispellings, many of them. The perps have been on this for weeks, but decided to unload a barrage this time, and duly noisestalk me when I find them.
2245h
Time to call this day done and ponder tomorrow's excitement about being let out for another Chicken Run attempt.
A dashed expectations jerkaround earlier, my big outing of the day, the 10 minute trip to the local supermarket and back. And I got there an hour after the latest they normally put out the cooked chicken, and lo, there was none there. They get three kinds; free run, regular and another, and there zip, not even a notice to explain this one. Onto other shopping; the usual cheddar cheese -gangstalker hanging over it at great length, tapenade -two kinds, none there. I was allowed to buy tea after two earlier forced "forgets" this week, and continue on with the kiwi fruit, possibly from the same location I once owned, a farm with an acre of kiwi fruit.
I had two gangstalkers with me in the elevator heading out; the heavy breathing withered woman act with the leather biker vest also "joined me" on my return, exiting a nearby store and slithering in behind me as I entered the apartment building and the same elevator back up. I haven't had this "fellow traveller" gangstalking in a building before, only on the buses, a new escalation of the obvious. The other outbound only elevator gangstalker was an Asian woman who preceded me out the front door to join her Asian male friends, each holding up a mattress to her, one of which she touched and grabbed, all to impair my egress and force an "excuse me" request/vocalization. The degree of planned inadvertent sidewalk and egress blocking is getting silly of late, the gangstalker and obstructor pretending that there is no one near them, even if I drag my foot to deliberately create noise for them to know I am close by.
1355h
A second pate lunch, and likely the last of it for dinner tonight, for a three meals of pate and crackers over two days, "forced" by the aforementioned chicken shortage. I was fully gangstalked while at the supermarket earlier, and a new style has emerged; the dithering dipshit doing back and forth walks in close proximity. I had two of these, and am getting fucking fed up with this continued gangstalking coverage.
Black leather clothing seemed to be predominating among the gangstalkers, likely for reasons that leather contains metal salts, though I have been planted with the notion that it also relates to the long-ago of past traumatizations. Yesterday's biker-like dude in the leather vest who made such a point about loitering in my peripherial vision seened to be an affirmation of the biker traumatization angle. But as I have no recollection of anything to do with bikers and motorcycles in my developmental years, I have no idea if this occured, as the perps like to feed me more disingenuous information than verifiable fact.
While at the checkout from today's shopping I notice two staff members chatting for the duration of my checkout time, one was a staff member at the location I once shopped when I had my vehicle. She is at least the third staff member from that mile and a half away grocery store to "end up" at this local supermarket. She was a cute and friendly blonde then, and is still cute now, but was mostly black haired today with a pale blonde, almost grey 4" wide streak on one side of her hair. I assume her nattering was part of the gangstalking scene, as the perps know that I know her voice, and there is some advantage they appear to utilize by shifting me from attentive voices, those that I have interacted with, to background voices without listening to any details.
2145h
I am reading from the Reich of the Black Sun (book) and finding plenty of extra-conventional physics that were of interest to Nazi Germany. And conventional physics as well; the Nazis are reported to have detonated a nuclear device in 1943, and had researched nuclear physics to a significant degree. The end of war capture of Nazi enriched uranium is thought to have been utlized by the US Manhattan project. It is all too fascinating, and my harassment pals have been putting on the noise throughout, though only to barely noticeable levels.
And more games are going on with changing the font and lineweight of text that I am reading; I follow a link, and lo, if the text didn't get bigger when I find my way back. Then games with planted mispellings, many of them. The perps have been on this for weeks, but decided to unload a barrage this time, and duly noisestalk me when I find them.
2245h
Time to call this day done and ponder tomorrow's excitement about being let out for another Chicken Run attempt.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
A Brutal Fuckover Day
1230h
For a shut-in day, this has been totally ugly and rage-ified today, begining with breakfast, continuing over laundry, then the brother/manager/storage lockers jerkaround/sorting and putting laundry away/and then making and eating lunch. The perps have played their big card again; enraging the fuck out of me all morning, save for an hour of vision impairment time while web browsing, and the laundry in the dryer. The final touch, was to supply two pieces of mail that "so happened" to be filed next to each other in my file box.
They fucked with finger control, having items "slip" between my fingers, corn flakes hopping into or away from the spoon, peanut butter that mysterious couldn't be swept off the knife, jam that went all over the knife "somehow", flying dish water up my arm, adding new spots on the counter in the night, having the chocolate erupt into a significant crumbed mess, flying food out of my mouth while I was about to bite a new piece (the crumbs were placed in my mouth as it was empty, and then flown out to bounce off my lips and chin), added new crumbs onto the floor, smearing chocolate over the tea towel, and on and on. This constant fucking of the physicality of all the minutae in leading a mum drum life is fucking sick, depraved, and out of control.
Then the fuckers cranked me up for laundry fuckups, stealing the hallowed face cloth and then later depositing it outside my door in the hallway. They even fucked me over for sorting laundry, e.g., creating two temporary piles for towels when I only make one, and making me "have" no recollection that I made the first pile only seconds beforehand. This represents a new low in fucking around my recall, now even the most fleeting of recollections is getting fucked with. And I am sure they did this to let me know, and as well to piss me off. The reality is that the assholes also control my reaction, which is moderated by the temporal lobes, and there have been a considerable number of signs of remotely applied temporal lobe fucking to suggest that the perps are hard at screwing me over in this part of the brain. The floaty feelings are a dead giveaway, as are the instant rage reactions, and the events where all manner of lightheadedness and visual stars appear, at any moment of the perps' choosing.
It was a second night in succession where the perps kept me awake for an hour while they played overhead games of pounding the concrete floor above, the hyperactive "criss crossing" of lead footed giants that time this for just following me getting into bed, the vertical to the horizontal transition. Same as the night before; a delayed bedtime, and the enforced wakefulness with overhead concrete floor pounding of the same hyperactive nature and timing.
1335h
The perps continue to keep me in a snit mood, even if I have had a reprieve for the past hour. Instead, they continue to fuck with my vision and cognition, all the while making noises of all manner and source. An extended noise flurry in effect. And more typo fucking; time to end this entry.
1405h
More continuing dulldom; I have been through my news based bookmarks, and am being rendered into a disthymic state of being totally bereft of something to do. The perps have pulled many of these events over the years, some with employer involvment, and it is nothing new. I wonder what they fuckers get out of it though, this trance-like state of being totally bored and aimless. And I suspect that it follows on from frazzing the fuck out of me earlier is no surprise, one Fuckover event seems to lead to others in predictable patterns.
1625h
The perps scripted me for an hour and a quarter nap, now the new standard nap length. This was on top of the bed, made up from the newly laundered sheets today. The identical sequence occured two weeks ago on a sheet laundry day, except for that the nap was forced to be an hour later in the day. As we are nearing the summer solstice, the perps are cranking up their games, as so much of their meddling and fuckery appears to be dependent on the solar radiation duration, rate etc.
They have me in an E. facing apartment, and after about 1000h, I don't get direct sun. They have tried nearly all major cardinal point aspects in the past 8 years, and they are still at it. I suspect that they also want a large amount of building over top of me, as there are another 6 stories above. I suspect the rest of this building is not populated save the daytime daycare two apartments over, but I cannot be sure, unlike the desolate building of some 10 months ago until they flushed me out. This proximity control may be even more extended, perhaps a block or more away. I note that a new condo tower opened over 10 months ago has hardly any balcony belongings in place, and it too maybe largely vacated while the perps continue their games over color interactions, and the rest of their remote energy assay games. The horizon area, about a mile away, is still flickering with plasma ghosting and greyish energy pulses and waves. More of the who knows details, but one thing is clear, the perps are resolutely fucking nuts and have this town in their pocket.
1940h
The post dinner hallway voice noise has started up. Similarly before dinner, there were adult and child noises from the hallway (right, or W. side) and minutes later, similar noises from outside, street screeching, (left, or E. side).
The 2 cycle motorcycle noises have been introduced almost back to back, and there are no bikers in this neighborhood. I also get the odd one when out walking, and for whatever reason, the perps like to plant parked motorcycles every so often. The perps are still on their scale games; the Smart Cars follow tractor trailer units sometimes, or are embedded with sedans. The perps like to park Smart Cars on my walking route; they have at least one at end of a route leg.
2040h
More vision fucking and noise flurries; the perps especially like to run long trail-off noise such as loud vehicles while I am reading an all text web page. The fuckers get no end of joy from this, and it does fit the pattern of the text size being constantly fucked with when online.
If I plug my ears from this contant irritation of protracted noise, (likely the real benefit the perps are looking for), then they immediately create another one following release of my fingers from my ears. This is totally predictable, and one doesn't find that in any organic condition.
2140h
I am getting fucked with anytime I want to read a web page related to science, especially if the topic relates to torsion waves and the related energetics of the ether. And to no surprise, it is the medium by which the perps fuck my life around, and based on current games in fucking me over, they want a slow and contained approach in cognitively absorbing any material, even short pithy film reviews.
Essentially, the perps are keeping me from undertaking any new reading and appreciation at anything less than a snail's pace, all to suit their depraved agenda. I am constantly being hammered with vision impairments in support of this nefarious objective, and am extremely pissed and depressed over being fucked around over everyday activities by a supremely gutless band of assholes working remotely. Then they make me scream over the multitude of typos they assault me with, and fuck with my voice so it is different everytime "I" vocalize my complaints about this depraved mind-jailing.
2200h
More vocabulary sabotage; when I want to use a specific word I get fucked out of using and something inferior and vague get planted instead. Also, the use of indirect references instead of nouns are being planted on me; using "this", "that", "thing" etc. instead of a word that is appropriate and descriptive. It is fucking sick and depraved that I cannot use my own vocabulary or syntax.
Time to blogg off from this fucking ugly day the perps imposed on me and ensured I was constantly riled up, from start to end. It is fucking sick that anyone is treated like this, let alone day after day.
For a shut-in day, this has been totally ugly and rage-ified today, begining with breakfast, continuing over laundry, then the brother/manager/storage lockers jerkaround/sorting and putting laundry away/and then making and eating lunch. The perps have played their big card again; enraging the fuck out of me all morning, save for an hour of vision impairment time while web browsing, and the laundry in the dryer. The final touch, was to supply two pieces of mail that "so happened" to be filed next to each other in my file box.
They fucked with finger control, having items "slip" between my fingers, corn flakes hopping into or away from the spoon, peanut butter that mysterious couldn't be swept off the knife, jam that went all over the knife "somehow", flying dish water up my arm, adding new spots on the counter in the night, having the chocolate erupt into a significant crumbed mess, flying food out of my mouth while I was about to bite a new piece (the crumbs were placed in my mouth as it was empty, and then flown out to bounce off my lips and chin), added new crumbs onto the floor, smearing chocolate over the tea towel, and on and on. This constant fucking of the physicality of all the minutae in leading a mum drum life is fucking sick, depraved, and out of control.
Then the fuckers cranked me up for laundry fuckups, stealing the hallowed face cloth and then later depositing it outside my door in the hallway. They even fucked me over for sorting laundry, e.g., creating two temporary piles for towels when I only make one, and making me "have" no recollection that I made the first pile only seconds beforehand. This represents a new low in fucking around my recall, now even the most fleeting of recollections is getting fucked with. And I am sure they did this to let me know, and as well to piss me off. The reality is that the assholes also control my reaction, which is moderated by the temporal lobes, and there have been a considerable number of signs of remotely applied temporal lobe fucking to suggest that the perps are hard at screwing me over in this part of the brain. The floaty feelings are a dead giveaway, as are the instant rage reactions, and the events where all manner of lightheadedness and visual stars appear, at any moment of the perps' choosing.
It was a second night in succession where the perps kept me awake for an hour while they played overhead games of pounding the concrete floor above, the hyperactive "criss crossing" of lead footed giants that time this for just following me getting into bed, the vertical to the horizontal transition. Same as the night before; a delayed bedtime, and the enforced wakefulness with overhead concrete floor pounding of the same hyperactive nature and timing.
1335h
The perps continue to keep me in a snit mood, even if I have had a reprieve for the past hour. Instead, they continue to fuck with my vision and cognition, all the while making noises of all manner and source. An extended noise flurry in effect. And more typo fucking; time to end this entry.
1405h
More continuing dulldom; I have been through my news based bookmarks, and am being rendered into a disthymic state of being totally bereft of something to do. The perps have pulled many of these events over the years, some with employer involvment, and it is nothing new. I wonder what they fuckers get out of it though, this trance-like state of being totally bored and aimless. And I suspect that it follows on from frazzing the fuck out of me earlier is no surprise, one Fuckover event seems to lead to others in predictable patterns.
1625h
The perps scripted me for an hour and a quarter nap, now the new standard nap length. This was on top of the bed, made up from the newly laundered sheets today. The identical sequence occured two weeks ago on a sheet laundry day, except for that the nap was forced to be an hour later in the day. As we are nearing the summer solstice, the perps are cranking up their games, as so much of their meddling and fuckery appears to be dependent on the solar radiation duration, rate etc.
They have me in an E. facing apartment, and after about 1000h, I don't get direct sun. They have tried nearly all major cardinal point aspects in the past 8 years, and they are still at it. I suspect that they also want a large amount of building over top of me, as there are another 6 stories above. I suspect the rest of this building is not populated save the daytime daycare two apartments over, but I cannot be sure, unlike the desolate building of some 10 months ago until they flushed me out. This proximity control may be even more extended, perhaps a block or more away. I note that a new condo tower opened over 10 months ago has hardly any balcony belongings in place, and it too maybe largely vacated while the perps continue their games over color interactions, and the rest of their remote energy assay games. The horizon area, about a mile away, is still flickering with plasma ghosting and greyish energy pulses and waves. More of the who knows details, but one thing is clear, the perps are resolutely fucking nuts and have this town in their pocket.
1940h
The post dinner hallway voice noise has started up. Similarly before dinner, there were adult and child noises from the hallway (right, or W. side) and minutes later, similar noises from outside, street screeching, (left, or E. side).
The 2 cycle motorcycle noises have been introduced almost back to back, and there are no bikers in this neighborhood. I also get the odd one when out walking, and for whatever reason, the perps like to plant parked motorcycles every so often. The perps are still on their scale games; the Smart Cars follow tractor trailer units sometimes, or are embedded with sedans. The perps like to park Smart Cars on my walking route; they have at least one at end of a route leg.
2040h
More vision fucking and noise flurries; the perps especially like to run long trail-off noise such as loud vehicles while I am reading an all text web page. The fuckers get no end of joy from this, and it does fit the pattern of the text size being constantly fucked with when online.
If I plug my ears from this contant irritation of protracted noise, (likely the real benefit the perps are looking for), then they immediately create another one following release of my fingers from my ears. This is totally predictable, and one doesn't find that in any organic condition.
2140h
I am getting fucked with anytime I want to read a web page related to science, especially if the topic relates to torsion waves and the related energetics of the ether. And to no surprise, it is the medium by which the perps fuck my life around, and based on current games in fucking me over, they want a slow and contained approach in cognitively absorbing any material, even short pithy film reviews.
Essentially, the perps are keeping me from undertaking any new reading and appreciation at anything less than a snail's pace, all to suit their depraved agenda. I am constantly being hammered with vision impairments in support of this nefarious objective, and am extremely pissed and depressed over being fucked around over everyday activities by a supremely gutless band of assholes working remotely. Then they make me scream over the multitude of typos they assault me with, and fuck with my voice so it is different everytime "I" vocalize my complaints about this depraved mind-jailing.
2200h
More vocabulary sabotage; when I want to use a specific word I get fucked out of using and something inferior and vague get planted instead. Also, the use of indirect references instead of nouns are being planted on me; using "this", "that", "thing" etc. instead of a word that is appropriate and descriptive. It is fucking sick and depraved that I cannot use my own vocabulary or syntax.
Time to blogg off from this fucking ugly day the perps imposed on me and ensured I was constantly riled up, from start to end. It is fucking sick that anyone is treated like this, let alone day after day.
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