11-27-2018
Blood test at the hospital today, next door to where I am working in construction on the new 6 floor extension. And in keeping with the consistent fuckery over such events, the assholes hit me with two forced forgets. I "forgot" wallet with the all important health care card, and also "forgot" my cell phone, used for clocking in at work. A never-before double forget mind fuck. I drove home at our coffee break at 0900h and retrieved both. And to no surprise, the vehicular gangstalking was intense, as were the vehicular cluster-fucks at intersections. The is the norm when heading home during regular work hours to deal with forced "forgets", mid-day appointments etc.
Prior to coffee break, a confluence four other tradesmen came into this 5m x 3m room where I was working. I had been there late yesterday all by myself, and no one was around. And in addition, my boss came around too.
I took my blood test at the day's end, about 1500h, and this time I was the only one there. Usually there is some 10-15 people ahead of me, along with staff activity. One such activity is for someone to enter or exit an adjacent doorway, and in doing so, cause the wall to shake, and thereby, my seat back as well. The lab tech seemed particularly distant and cursory for some reason. As always, I never give off any vibe or like for this to occur, and yet it "happens" with such consistency that I wonder if there isn't some kind of telltale identifying field around me that others can see, and I cannot.
Yoga yesterday, another interesting show, again heavy on the tattoos, truly an Unfavored sight. This time the tattoo-ed instructor wore long sleeves and hid most of hers, so instead I had the woman beside me doing a full arm show. Fucking disgusting IMHO. I also got skunked from my usual mat location by a new Asian male yogi, surely another one installed who will likely pass through this shit show, as so many do.
After yoga, a new "practice" of the class members is to swarm me afterward. For the past five years the class members held back, as if commanded by some common agent, and I was in the change area alone for the most part. Now, a sudden change in post-yoga behavior and I am now swarmed in short order. One attractive woman who was turning around to go gives me a sharp look for whatever reason from 8' away and I stare back without any acknowledgement or change in countenance. (I internalize these directed stares with a "fuck you, what is there to look at" notion). As usual, I get to feel like a constant freak, and yet there is no reason for this common behavioral event that erupts and is directed at me. And all this began in 04-2002 when the perps first went berserk/overt on me.
Immediately after this eye contact with the attractive woman, three dudes from the yoga class swarm in front of her to block my view, or otherwise intervene in the space between me and her. (She was heading out the door then anyhow). Which then illustrates another long standing perp stalking stunt; have my view of the babe (Favored) be replaced by a dude, or dudes (Unfavored, both) in this case. Though, this stalking stunt vignette was complexed with the above mentioned piss-off of having her glare at me for absolutely no reason. And what in the fuck was that about, and why does it play out so consistently for 16 years of this insane choreographed abuse-athon that I have been cast into?
11-30-2018
The construction work site is winding down with a whole lot less trades dudes about. But the heavy stalking at every turn I make when transiting the corridors and at elevators from a consistent group 10 or so is just too obvious for words. Sometimes the same stalking Fuckwit "happens" to pop out from the same door when I am making the same corner in the same direction, 20 minutes apart. (I am usually fetching supplies for others, so I often cover the same beat at frequent intervals).
The radiotherapy side effect damage, aka, ass-leaking that has dogged me for 10 months has somehow been increased of late. I went home at lunch, and yet again, any mid-work day transiting began hordes of heavy vehicular gangstalkling.
Another gangstalking plague that has been noted at the work site in prior postings are the E. Indian cleaner workers. Yet again, there they were at every floor when I starting a new task. Yesterday, they upped their coverage yet again, by descending on our trade office when I was about to have lunch there. As soon as I saw that set-up, I got the hell out and had lunch outside, which was warmer that it had been of recent weeks.
As work seems to be winding down, despite what the boss man says, I took some of my stuff home, and lo, yet again, I find that someone stole some of my special cobalt steel 6" long drill bits, this from my second order; 3 in fact. This time it has to be someone in-house, as I locked them up every night after the first theft of my 6" drill bits (from the first order). Earlier someone stole 10 drill bits from the little box that was routinely left on the work cart. They had opened up the box, removed the drill bits and then put the box back where it was normally placed.
I thought about these drill bit thefts some more this evening, and concluded, in the absence of a confession, that the circumstantial evidence points to my skulking Russian co-worker of the last 8 weeks. Only he knew I wasn't using the first order of drill bits as they were too large diameter, and presumably felt comfortable stealing them all as he knew I had switched to smaller diameter drill bits that were store purchased. The second order of 6" drill bits, a length that one never sees in retail stores, were smaller diameter and arrived later. (After unexpected and considerable delays in delivery). He also had access to where there were stored in a locked cabinet overnight. And too, he would of also known of my habit of not retrieving the drill bits from the storage box until I needed a new one, often weeks later. I routinely kept the one in use on the cart until it became too dull, and, he knew that too, and felt comfortable stealing the bits from the storage box as there would be a latency of discovery by a week or more.
And what is with the medication intake fuckery now? After two years of taking them at the same time every day, suddenly I "forget"?
And too, what is with the lunch spoon fuckery. I routinely pack my titanium spoon with my lunch, and have done for over 5 years, and suddenly I "forget"? The deal with this is that the former folding titanium spoon, which had a "habit" of folding unexpectedly, (read psychopathic perp intervention) became my back up spoon that was kept in my pack should the replacement (single piece, also titanium) spoon be "forgotten". Well, four such "forgets" in two weeks, with the back up spoon being available, isn't normal, and is nothing less than blatant mind fuckery. And likely for the purposes for some kind of comparison, as the metal content and type (and presumably, energetics) of eating utensils and my food digestion has long been of interest to these assholes. And presumably, the titanium source in each soon instance was from differing smelters and ore supplies, or whatever the other parameters these assholes are pursuing while they run and ruin my life to the most possible degree.
And the number of maser eruptions has increased of late at the hospital work site. Very often there is automatic door opening hardware (motor, wires, aluminum box) over the door, from which an eruption of blackish filamentous "stuff" just erupts and comes at me. The perps are nuts when I enter and exit doors, and are very often a prime gangstalking site for their shills and operatives to circulate around me, and sometimes hold me up while some kind of excuse is made for them to delay. This time, they seem to be replacing the gangstalkers with their magnetic beams and fields. It is my contention that the gangstalkers are placed for their energetic interactions (among other reasons such as view blocking), as bio-field interference agents, whose bio-field would interfere and interact with mine, and from which some kind of measurement or detection can be remotely determined. Only when they are confident in the baseline of energetic interaction study, at a certain site or regular path, do they back off and then start using their technological means such as magnetic beams such as masers and plasma beams. Which also explains that the stalking and fuckery is always intense whenever I am first in a new location or circumstance, say, new job. Just my observation.
And I see that the assholes are still at their pill (medication) color fuckery games. My ADD Rx, re-started in 07-2018, and of a black and transparent capsule with orange microspheres visible through the transparent part, has now been switched to a generic form. This new form is an all orange colored capsule with white micro-spheres inside. And here we are, now 16.5 years into this protracted and senseless abuse-athon, and here are they are still putzing with my medication color. These been the same medications that were suspended for 16 years due to their fucking insane and illegal interventions when they first went berserk/overt in 04-2002. Get a grip assholes, and get the fuck out.
Enough venom unloaded for a week, and to see what the next will bring.
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Sunday, December 02, 2018
Sunday, September 16, 2018
Work Boot Sabotage; Round 6
09-10-2018
Up a half hour earlier today, as we now start at 0630h as of today, and lo, such a difference in morning time routine has brought on a round of my most loathed noise, HD motorcycles. The owner across the back lane could of just fired it up and departed, but I suppose in the minds of the noisescape engineers, it just wouldn't do. So.... 15 min. of HD motorcycle throbbing and senseless rpm variation with the headlight aimed at my E window, even if was closed with a venetian blind. Never had this particular timing before.
But then again, the pit-lamping with headlights has increased, and couldn't be more obvious when I park my vehicle for work, a whole 5 minutes drive away. It seems every time some shit drives up behind me for on-street parking and then keeps their headlights on while I attend to my gear on the rear deck of the Ford Escape, rear hatch opened.
I got sufficiently pissed with this the third time this week, and out-waited the dude who pulled behind me, walking away from his vehicle while with the headlights on. (I wasn't going to tell him that). Or at least that is what I thought, but no, his missus was sitting in the vehicle with the engine running, still in the passenger seat, staring at her phone. Like WTF; if it was a shared vehicle situation, why did they park behind me and not swap drivers two blocks closer to his work site, the hospital construction site? Go figure.
09-13-2018
The work boots I purchased new in 2010, and wore all of three weeks (total) prior to this current construction gig of 3 weeks have now delaminated, yet again, at the sole. Prior to this gig, they were in the shop more than I ever wore them, and were repaired at least five times at various shoe repair shops. I even delivered them to Kelowna twice, a 50 minute drive, to wait four weeks in each instance, and STILL they "failed". As in the sole delaminating today while walking to work from my vehicle. Twice today I applied some serious glue to them and got the L boot repaired enough.
Then tonight I separated the soles from the uppers, sanded them with a grinder, applied serious glue, and screwed them. We shall see how this works out tomorrow.
Needless to say I am totally and fucking infuriated at this relentless and insane sabotage over these composite toed safety boots, the first such pair I have had. I have had enough footwear sabotage to last 5 lifetimes, and now, I have had five rounds of repairing these little used work boots. Just what is the matter with the perps that they need to fuck with these boots to such a degree? They don't mess with my steel toed rubber boots which I have worn considerably more, some 3 months/year for the last five years. Yes, I know, this is a totally differently constructed boot, but in all the full gamut of footwear sabotage, the perps have gone utterly berserk over this particular pair of work boots.
More dude rush/convergence at the hospital construction work site while I was handling the pallets again; about eight in file this time. Well, I suppose they could of all been from a single firm/subtrade and were coming in from a break. But still, the number of times the stalking show erupts when I handle pallets has been absurd.
I suppose it isn't enough that I am working around pallets all the time on this gig; removing the packed millwork (cabinets), and moving them to rooms for the installers to then install them. Then I take the empty pallets to the elevator and to the garbage, which is when the dude flush erupts, usually around a corner. The perps tell me that their interest in pallets stems from the fact that everything (nearly) is packed on pallets, and that the wood energy of the pallet is also infused into the items on the pallet, and of course, our dear perps need to sort out what energies come from where and how they dissipate (assuming that they do). As to all of this, I don't care; just leave me the fuck alone and quit using me as some kind of experimental fodder for figuring out this energetic event. No doubt they have plans to put me into this hospital in the years ahead, and then I get to energetically interact with the same palletized items, cabinets in this case, while recuperating; as in being kept in place. (And same flooring etc.) Again, leave me alone; I hate hospitals, and don't ever want to be a patient in one, not for a minute. (Been there, had it done to me, and was totally gangstalked by the "patients").
A most strange elevator event today; a full house of dudes heading to their respective floors to work, and one with a red backpack backs into me. And don't I know this stunt, as they pulled this a few months ago at the SOF supermarket while I was at the self-checkout. (That is, one of their very favorite place to stalk my ass, while about to make a financial transaction.) But the weird thing was that this backpack wearing dude then shows up at the elevator at the next floor up, and gets on. This time he had more room and didn't back his back pack into me. Like WTF; there was simply no way this guy could of ran up the stairs as the stairwells are at some distance from the elevators. Soo.. here we have a teleporting perp masquerading as a construction worker so he could twice stalk my ass on two floors in short succession. (In my estimation, they leave the unconventional activities to the real perps, where the hoi polloi (trades workers in this case) get to mill around me in a pre-arranged choreography).
And a small job to do at the old (extant) hospital; and lo, if it wasn't about shift change time, which supported all manner of staff passing by in the corridor. And if that wasn't enough, why, they put on a fugly negro woman with big dreads, who was preceding us hauling out pallets etc. In the usual fashion, I averted my gaze, and attended to something else, which should of given her enough time to leave the building and be out of sight. But no, she changed direction and was then coming at me again. The next day when heading into this same building for the coffee room, why, there she is again.
And too, negro male trades workers seem to be in greater quantity than normal for this town. And too, the E Indian cleaners also seem to be hanging around me like a bad smell, even from floor to floor. One even sits on the cabinets that we just delivered to a room so she can natter on her cell phone while at work.
09-15-2018
A laundry day, and even if early, I got a major weird stalker there; a Fuckwit with tattoos up his neck and halfway onto his cheeks. Fucking awful, and I couldn't look at this freak for longer than it took to set off my internal "freak" warning alarm. And they didn't keep this guy lingering, posing, or doing reprise stalking either. Usually they have the Unfavored specimens, such as this, wander around so they can be seen from different angles as well as inside the building and outside. Not this time; he was pulled from the freak show immediately and wasn't there on my return trips.
A new pair of safety toed workboots had to be purchased today, given the constant bad luck show with the aforementioned pair. The ones that seem to defy repair, though I would posit that the boot repair guys were compromised to force this jerkaround. And this time, I got a good pair, which meant splashing out much more than I ever wanted to. Insult to injury over this fucking insane sabotage campaign, not to mention yet another hole in my pocket that I don't need.
09-16-2018
Sunday, a whole day off, and the notion of doing my twice annual vehicle waxing came on, as isn't too hot these days. I got sucked into starting the project by procuring the automotive wax that I prefer, and lo, the tubby blonde cashier was friendly and smiled at me instead of the usual stricken and pained look I get. She attends to the purchase, then departs the cash desk momentarily and checks the same product on the shelf, returns to the cash register, and when finishing up she gives me this stare and flicks her eyes upward. Like WTF; first a friendly look and then when done, she gives me this weird look for no apparent reason. And afterward, I check the invoice and she gave me a discount even if I don't have an account there. Nice of her, and I would of thanked her had I known at the time of purchase.
Onto getting the vehicle cleaned at the automotive cleaning bays; all went well, and I took the vehicle on the highway for 20 minutes to dry it off. And it "happens" there was at least 50 motorcycles ahead of me, two abreast, one per lane, in some kind of major organized event. No big deal, as well as the ones coming from behind to join the pack. I haven't seen such an array of motorcycles in my whole life, so who know what that was about.
And then after waxing the vehicle's roof, why, the dark clouds roll in, spitting rain. Nix the waxing for a time, and have lunch until this disruption passes. It does, I get more of the vehicle done, and another rain comes on, so another wait. Then I got to finish the job on the third pass. The peps are nuts over this activity too, adding a thin coat of a colored wax which buffs out to be transparent. More color games for them I suppose.
I was finally allowed to get into a regular sleep habits again, even with taking my ADD Rx, as long as it is early in the day. No problem, just let me sleep normally, just like I always did, and when on these same medications previously.
Anyhow, another week done, and onto another and all the vagaries of being a nonconsensual human experimentation subject in situ.
Up a half hour earlier today, as we now start at 0630h as of today, and lo, such a difference in morning time routine has brought on a round of my most loathed noise, HD motorcycles. The owner across the back lane could of just fired it up and departed, but I suppose in the minds of the noisescape engineers, it just wouldn't do. So.... 15 min. of HD motorcycle throbbing and senseless rpm variation with the headlight aimed at my E window, even if was closed with a venetian blind. Never had this particular timing before.
But then again, the pit-lamping with headlights has increased, and couldn't be more obvious when I park my vehicle for work, a whole 5 minutes drive away. It seems every time some shit drives up behind me for on-street parking and then keeps their headlights on while I attend to my gear on the rear deck of the Ford Escape, rear hatch opened.
I got sufficiently pissed with this the third time this week, and out-waited the dude who pulled behind me, walking away from his vehicle while with the headlights on. (I wasn't going to tell him that). Or at least that is what I thought, but no, his missus was sitting in the vehicle with the engine running, still in the passenger seat, staring at her phone. Like WTF; if it was a shared vehicle situation, why did they park behind me and not swap drivers two blocks closer to his work site, the hospital construction site? Go figure.
09-13-2018
The work boots I purchased new in 2010, and wore all of three weeks (total) prior to this current construction gig of 3 weeks have now delaminated, yet again, at the sole. Prior to this gig, they were in the shop more than I ever wore them, and were repaired at least five times at various shoe repair shops. I even delivered them to Kelowna twice, a 50 minute drive, to wait four weeks in each instance, and STILL they "failed". As in the sole delaminating today while walking to work from my vehicle. Twice today I applied some serious glue to them and got the L boot repaired enough.
Then tonight I separated the soles from the uppers, sanded them with a grinder, applied serious glue, and screwed them. We shall see how this works out tomorrow.
Needless to say I am totally and fucking infuriated at this relentless and insane sabotage over these composite toed safety boots, the first such pair I have had. I have had enough footwear sabotage to last 5 lifetimes, and now, I have had five rounds of repairing these little used work boots. Just what is the matter with the perps that they need to fuck with these boots to such a degree? They don't mess with my steel toed rubber boots which I have worn considerably more, some 3 months/year for the last five years. Yes, I know, this is a totally differently constructed boot, but in all the full gamut of footwear sabotage, the perps have gone utterly berserk over this particular pair of work boots.
More dude rush/convergence at the hospital construction work site while I was handling the pallets again; about eight in file this time. Well, I suppose they could of all been from a single firm/subtrade and were coming in from a break. But still, the number of times the stalking show erupts when I handle pallets has been absurd.
I suppose it isn't enough that I am working around pallets all the time on this gig; removing the packed millwork (cabinets), and moving them to rooms for the installers to then install them. Then I take the empty pallets to the elevator and to the garbage, which is when the dude flush erupts, usually around a corner. The perps tell me that their interest in pallets stems from the fact that everything (nearly) is packed on pallets, and that the wood energy of the pallet is also infused into the items on the pallet, and of course, our dear perps need to sort out what energies come from where and how they dissipate (assuming that they do). As to all of this, I don't care; just leave me the fuck alone and quit using me as some kind of experimental fodder for figuring out this energetic event. No doubt they have plans to put me into this hospital in the years ahead, and then I get to energetically interact with the same palletized items, cabinets in this case, while recuperating; as in being kept in place. (And same flooring etc.) Again, leave me alone; I hate hospitals, and don't ever want to be a patient in one, not for a minute. (Been there, had it done to me, and was totally gangstalked by the "patients").
A most strange elevator event today; a full house of dudes heading to their respective floors to work, and one with a red backpack backs into me. And don't I know this stunt, as they pulled this a few months ago at the SOF supermarket while I was at the self-checkout. (That is, one of their very favorite place to stalk my ass, while about to make a financial transaction.) But the weird thing was that this backpack wearing dude then shows up at the elevator at the next floor up, and gets on. This time he had more room and didn't back his back pack into me. Like WTF; there was simply no way this guy could of ran up the stairs as the stairwells are at some distance from the elevators. Soo.. here we have a teleporting perp masquerading as a construction worker so he could twice stalk my ass on two floors in short succession. (In my estimation, they leave the unconventional activities to the real perps, where the hoi polloi (trades workers in this case) get to mill around me in a pre-arranged choreography).
And a small job to do at the old (extant) hospital; and lo, if it wasn't about shift change time, which supported all manner of staff passing by in the corridor. And if that wasn't enough, why, they put on a fugly negro woman with big dreads, who was preceding us hauling out pallets etc. In the usual fashion, I averted my gaze, and attended to something else, which should of given her enough time to leave the building and be out of sight. But no, she changed direction and was then coming at me again. The next day when heading into this same building for the coffee room, why, there she is again.
And too, negro male trades workers seem to be in greater quantity than normal for this town. And too, the E Indian cleaners also seem to be hanging around me like a bad smell, even from floor to floor. One even sits on the cabinets that we just delivered to a room so she can natter on her cell phone while at work.
09-15-2018
A laundry day, and even if early, I got a major weird stalker there; a Fuckwit with tattoos up his neck and halfway onto his cheeks. Fucking awful, and I couldn't look at this freak for longer than it took to set off my internal "freak" warning alarm. And they didn't keep this guy lingering, posing, or doing reprise stalking either. Usually they have the Unfavored specimens, such as this, wander around so they can be seen from different angles as well as inside the building and outside. Not this time; he was pulled from the freak show immediately and wasn't there on my return trips.
A new pair of safety toed workboots had to be purchased today, given the constant bad luck show with the aforementioned pair. The ones that seem to defy repair, though I would posit that the boot repair guys were compromised to force this jerkaround. And this time, I got a good pair, which meant splashing out much more than I ever wanted to. Insult to injury over this fucking insane sabotage campaign, not to mention yet another hole in my pocket that I don't need.
09-16-2018
Sunday, a whole day off, and the notion of doing my twice annual vehicle waxing came on, as isn't too hot these days. I got sucked into starting the project by procuring the automotive wax that I prefer, and lo, the tubby blonde cashier was friendly and smiled at me instead of the usual stricken and pained look I get. She attends to the purchase, then departs the cash desk momentarily and checks the same product on the shelf, returns to the cash register, and when finishing up she gives me this stare and flicks her eyes upward. Like WTF; first a friendly look and then when done, she gives me this weird look for no apparent reason. And afterward, I check the invoice and she gave me a discount even if I don't have an account there. Nice of her, and I would of thanked her had I known at the time of purchase.
Onto getting the vehicle cleaned at the automotive cleaning bays; all went well, and I took the vehicle on the highway for 20 minutes to dry it off. And it "happens" there was at least 50 motorcycles ahead of me, two abreast, one per lane, in some kind of major organized event. No big deal, as well as the ones coming from behind to join the pack. I haven't seen such an array of motorcycles in my whole life, so who know what that was about.
And then after waxing the vehicle's roof, why, the dark clouds roll in, spitting rain. Nix the waxing for a time, and have lunch until this disruption passes. It does, I get more of the vehicle done, and another rain comes on, so another wait. Then I got to finish the job on the third pass. The peps are nuts over this activity too, adding a thin coat of a colored wax which buffs out to be transparent. More color games for them I suppose.
I was finally allowed to get into a regular sleep habits again, even with taking my ADD Rx, as long as it is early in the day. No problem, just let me sleep normally, just like I always did, and when on these same medications previously.
Anyhow, another week done, and onto another and all the vagaries of being a nonconsensual human experimentation subject in situ.
Sunday, December 24, 2017
More Lighting Installation
12-19-2017
Only a day after getting some more lighting parts to take home to Penticton, I return to the same lighting store with my perp-abetting mother to re-do the lighting in the kitchen. I installed 20'' of track in two locations here, and know this particular lighting system well. Yesterday I had someone helping me who was totally on top of it and very helpful. Today, with my perp abetting mother adding her dip-shitting and dithering, I get stiffed with the dumbest store help I have ever known. What did they do; have her start yesterday and not train her on lighting fixtures? She had nothing to offer on any lighting source, track fixtures, bulb types, color temperatures etc. It got to the point I suspected her of holding back and willfully not saying anything. Plus, she screwed me on the track; I wanted an 8', and 4' section, and she came out with three 4' sections. When I mentioned this, as she was not about to divulge this obvious discrepancy, she told me that the two 4' sections would work. So if she told me this, and clearly didn't know squat about this track system, why on earth did she make up this obvious fabrication? All to screw me some more as it turned out, as the center line feed could not fit where the two 4' sections joined. I had to fudge it with a minor kluge, something I absolutely hate to do as I get burned (metaphorically) nearly every time. (Especially in my last gig in IT, where the kluge was imposed by the short term thinking boss man, and per usual, I get to wear the unfortunate result of missing the deadline). But of course at 1700h with it dark out, the store closed, and the kitchen lighting out, I had to kluge it.
My mother decided to also buy a torchiere light too, one with an add on reading light. The same dipshit store help woman told us that there was a model in inventory in a box. Great, no elaborate precautions needed to take it home. Some 10 minutes later, she says it was sold earlier this morning, and lo, only the floor model was available. Fine, we will take it, but she said it first has to be packed. Fine, we will wait, and that we did for at least 15 minutes. It is "packed" in the most amateur way possible, with some loosely wrapped bubble wrap, some that didn't make it to the vehicle outside. Then when about to load it, carefully, why, an crappy white vehicle pulls up beside me, and two Fuckwits putz around and do whatever, as they never did go inside to pretend to be customers. (There wasn't any other business at this location).
Then I noted to the continuing dipshit store help that the floor model torchiere lamp was without bulbs, when it had bulbs as the floor model minutes earlier. To which she said, "we don't sell lamps with bulbs". Like WTF; a $700 total purchase, interminable waiting after being mislead as to whether it was in stock or a floor model, and she then takes the bulbs out of the floor model and then doesn't say anything! Then charges my mother for the bulbs. Not only do we get stiffed with the dumbest store help, but we get sabotaged twice by this same woman (bulbs, and aforementioned track fitting problem). What part of that wasn't scripted?
While installing the track I was beset with forced dropsies, lost screws etc. Then I had the misfortune to have the track mount holes align with the rafters and no screws on hand to anchor to them. In true perp project management style, that necessitated a trip to HD, and lo, another gangstalking scene. And two Fuckwits there where I needed to go, apparently engrossed in their discussion, that one extended his arms aisle wide just as I was passing so to clip me on the shoulder. After the "sorry" bullshit, they then moved some 4' away to dog me while I made my choice, and then the other one in a dayglo jacket was also extending his arms in the course of their seeming discussion. Like WTF; why is it so important to them everytime I made a decision? (And of course, they like to make it more adverse by crimping me down on the choices to amp up the vexation before making a decision.)
So what is it about different light sources that so interests the perps????
12-22-2017
Saw the musical Chicago, as it was playing for 7 shows this week in town. That is, Victoria BC, the gangstalking capital of Canada. It was my perp-abetting mother's idea,and she coughed up the loot to see it. I was on attendant duty, as she isn't very mobile, and as regular readers will know, has long "put on the ditz". Now, more like ditzing, dithering and doddering. All perfect perp themes, as they love indecision, slowing me up, and otherwise running interference.
It was an afternoon matinee, which made for downtown parking issues. I reckon we spent 40 minutes looking for parking all over town, with intense vehicular traffic all around. Not to mention a tour through one parkade that somehow "forgot" to put on their lighted sign to signify "full", so that was seven levels of driving around to no avail. Eventually, it was the more expensive parking to be had at the convention center, who had one last stall where I had to pull the mirrors in and park with the drivers side 2" from the concrete wall and exit via the passenger door. Then a 5 block walk with my mother with a cane, and mobility issues. So much, that if left to her devices she would of used a walker. Naturally, this slow walk was a total set up for gangstalkers, and the faux vagrants loitering around for no apparent reason. The venue was a former cinema with no elevator, and had no railings for the last leg up the stairs. (My mother needs something to hang onto, and the lighting conditions there didn't help any). Fortunately, the attendant stepped up and aided her the last 15 rows to her seat.
Exiting the theater was from a different backstairs route, a 15 minute descent with railings all the way thankfully, and a minimal amount of theater patrons coursing and crushing around. Afterward, my perp-abetting mother was fixated on a nearby specialty meat store a half block away. So I helped her there too, and did the needed translating and decision making to get that done in relative efficiency. Within a minute of exiting the store, why, the two leading ladies of Chicago, Roxie Hart and Velma Kelly just "happened" to be walking toward us on the street, arm in arm with scarves over their hair, with Roxie passing me by on my immediate L side. In typical perp managed form, they were looking down or elsewhere. I suppose it was now 20 minutes after the show ended, and given that it was 1630h, just maybe they needed to go out for a bite. Though I do find the coincidence level just a little astounding.....
Similarly, back in 2008 I attended my daughter's graduation ceremony, and afterward there was an informal get together in the lobby, with parents and students alike. Well it "so happened" that the valedictory speaker hung around us, she seen from the stage the whole time, and then happens to loiter in my proximity. I find these "on stage, and later proximate" coincidences to be far too frequent since all this abuse and managed circumstances rained (or reigned if you prefer) down on me since 04-2002. Though at the small (120 seating capacity) club I sometimes attend in Penticton, it is common for the performer to hang around afterward, or between breaks, and invariably I pass by them. I have no idea as to why the perps like to manage this. Another variant on this is to have the performer stare at me from the stage, and of course raising the inevitable question as to how they chose to stare at me when the stage is lit and the audience is in the dark.
The logical extension to this is to see persons on TV or in movies and then later in person, separated by greater distance of course, and by the medium too. I don't follow celebrities too much anyhow, and in this part of the world, there aren't any "passing by" (live). Though back in 2002, about 4 months after this shit came down, I did see Robin Williams from 10' away, at a street corner outside my work building as I was crossing the street, and was heading toward him, and he staring at me for some curious reason. Someone adroitly came along and started talking to him just before I was about to say hello, which is all I was about to say.
Back in about 2010, and probably documented in a blog posting, I swear I saw Helen Mirren in my usual local supermarket. If it wasn't the look, it was that imperious stare that she has, and that she leveled at me momentarily. I wasn't 100% sure, but again, as I don't keep up on celebrities and how they currently look compared to when I might of last seen them on the screen, which is sometimes a decade apart. There may have been a few celebrities that were morphed over for the gangstalking occasion, but of course I would of not recognized them. I have often wondered about those who sometimes loiter for no apparent reason, say, sitting down at a bus stop bench while I am there too, for 5 or 10 minutes and then walking off, not catching a bus.
12-23-2017
Yesterday, I took my perp abetting mother to a couple of grocery stores; what a insane palaver/clusterfuck show. Every pinch point in the aisles and entrance was covered with Fuckwits, and at one tight corner they had a pallet jack with a load on it, at least three Fuckwits with shopping carts and a "just stand there" male yapper all penning me in. I just had to break out of this insane cluster fuck and leave my mother to her own devices with the shopping cart, which functions as a ersatz walker for the occasion.
Then onto the local SOF supermarket, and again, covered by male Fuckwits, especially at entrance and exit doors, along with the senseless numbers of stocking carts, aka stalking carts, replete with the brown cardboard boxes. When on my own at home (Penticton), I go supermarket shopping at 2000h hours or so to avoid the clusterfuck gangstalk show that erupts around me should there be half an excuse to do so. Of course they screw with my long established habits at times, and have me go grocery shopping at high traffic times as needed, by them.
More grocery shopping today at 0900h, getting the turkey at a local specialty store. Thankfully it was just me, and not my mother adding her doddering and ditzing into the deal. Another major cluster fuck at every turn and aisle end, and again, the now ubiquitous stocking/stalking carts partially blocking the aisles, along with the dude stocker/stalker. Just what is it about this town (Victoria, BC, Canada) that has to stalk and clusterfuck me at every turn? And added to that, pit-lamp me, (shine headlights) on me when at corners, turning around, getting in my vehicle etc.
Anyhow, this PC at the First Feral Family house is getting hammered and it is so slow that I must wait for the mouse to react. So I will call this done enough for posting.
Only a day after getting some more lighting parts to take home to Penticton, I return to the same lighting store with my perp-abetting mother to re-do the lighting in the kitchen. I installed 20'' of track in two locations here, and know this particular lighting system well. Yesterday I had someone helping me who was totally on top of it and very helpful. Today, with my perp abetting mother adding her dip-shitting and dithering, I get stiffed with the dumbest store help I have ever known. What did they do; have her start yesterday and not train her on lighting fixtures? She had nothing to offer on any lighting source, track fixtures, bulb types, color temperatures etc. It got to the point I suspected her of holding back and willfully not saying anything. Plus, she screwed me on the track; I wanted an 8', and 4' section, and she came out with three 4' sections. When I mentioned this, as she was not about to divulge this obvious discrepancy, she told me that the two 4' sections would work. So if she told me this, and clearly didn't know squat about this track system, why on earth did she make up this obvious fabrication? All to screw me some more as it turned out, as the center line feed could not fit where the two 4' sections joined. I had to fudge it with a minor kluge, something I absolutely hate to do as I get burned (metaphorically) nearly every time. (Especially in my last gig in IT, where the kluge was imposed by the short term thinking boss man, and per usual, I get to wear the unfortunate result of missing the deadline). But of course at 1700h with it dark out, the store closed, and the kitchen lighting out, I had to kluge it.
My mother decided to also buy a torchiere light too, one with an add on reading light. The same dipshit store help woman told us that there was a model in inventory in a box. Great, no elaborate precautions needed to take it home. Some 10 minutes later, she says it was sold earlier this morning, and lo, only the floor model was available. Fine, we will take it, but she said it first has to be packed. Fine, we will wait, and that we did for at least 15 minutes. It is "packed" in the most amateur way possible, with some loosely wrapped bubble wrap, some that didn't make it to the vehicle outside. Then when about to load it, carefully, why, an crappy white vehicle pulls up beside me, and two Fuckwits putz around and do whatever, as they never did go inside to pretend to be customers. (There wasn't any other business at this location).
Then I noted to the continuing dipshit store help that the floor model torchiere lamp was without bulbs, when it had bulbs as the floor model minutes earlier. To which she said, "we don't sell lamps with bulbs". Like WTF; a $700 total purchase, interminable waiting after being mislead as to whether it was in stock or a floor model, and she then takes the bulbs out of the floor model and then doesn't say anything! Then charges my mother for the bulbs. Not only do we get stiffed with the dumbest store help, but we get sabotaged twice by this same woman (bulbs, and aforementioned track fitting problem). What part of that wasn't scripted?
While installing the track I was beset with forced dropsies, lost screws etc. Then I had the misfortune to have the track mount holes align with the rafters and no screws on hand to anchor to them. In true perp project management style, that necessitated a trip to HD, and lo, another gangstalking scene. And two Fuckwits there where I needed to go, apparently engrossed in their discussion, that one extended his arms aisle wide just as I was passing so to clip me on the shoulder. After the "sorry" bullshit, they then moved some 4' away to dog me while I made my choice, and then the other one in a dayglo jacket was also extending his arms in the course of their seeming discussion. Like WTF; why is it so important to them everytime I made a decision? (And of course, they like to make it more adverse by crimping me down on the choices to amp up the vexation before making a decision.)
So what is it about different light sources that so interests the perps????
12-22-2017
Saw the musical Chicago, as it was playing for 7 shows this week in town. That is, Victoria BC, the gangstalking capital of Canada. It was my perp-abetting mother's idea,and she coughed up the loot to see it. I was on attendant duty, as she isn't very mobile, and as regular readers will know, has long "put on the ditz". Now, more like ditzing, dithering and doddering. All perfect perp themes, as they love indecision, slowing me up, and otherwise running interference.
It was an afternoon matinee, which made for downtown parking issues. I reckon we spent 40 minutes looking for parking all over town, with intense vehicular traffic all around. Not to mention a tour through one parkade that somehow "forgot" to put on their lighted sign to signify "full", so that was seven levels of driving around to no avail. Eventually, it was the more expensive parking to be had at the convention center, who had one last stall where I had to pull the mirrors in and park with the drivers side 2" from the concrete wall and exit via the passenger door. Then a 5 block walk with my mother with a cane, and mobility issues. So much, that if left to her devices she would of used a walker. Naturally, this slow walk was a total set up for gangstalkers, and the faux vagrants loitering around for no apparent reason. The venue was a former cinema with no elevator, and had no railings for the last leg up the stairs. (My mother needs something to hang onto, and the lighting conditions there didn't help any). Fortunately, the attendant stepped up and aided her the last 15 rows to her seat.
Exiting the theater was from a different backstairs route, a 15 minute descent with railings all the way thankfully, and a minimal amount of theater patrons coursing and crushing around. Afterward, my perp-abetting mother was fixated on a nearby specialty meat store a half block away. So I helped her there too, and did the needed translating and decision making to get that done in relative efficiency. Within a minute of exiting the store, why, the two leading ladies of Chicago, Roxie Hart and Velma Kelly just "happened" to be walking toward us on the street, arm in arm with scarves over their hair, with Roxie passing me by on my immediate L side. In typical perp managed form, they were looking down or elsewhere. I suppose it was now 20 minutes after the show ended, and given that it was 1630h, just maybe they needed to go out for a bite. Though I do find the coincidence level just a little astounding.....
Similarly, back in 2008 I attended my daughter's graduation ceremony, and afterward there was an informal get together in the lobby, with parents and students alike. Well it "so happened" that the valedictory speaker hung around us, she seen from the stage the whole time, and then happens to loiter in my proximity. I find these "on stage, and later proximate" coincidences to be far too frequent since all this abuse and managed circumstances rained (or reigned if you prefer) down on me since 04-2002. Though at the small (120 seating capacity) club I sometimes attend in Penticton, it is common for the performer to hang around afterward, or between breaks, and invariably I pass by them. I have no idea as to why the perps like to manage this. Another variant on this is to have the performer stare at me from the stage, and of course raising the inevitable question as to how they chose to stare at me when the stage is lit and the audience is in the dark.
The logical extension to this is to see persons on TV or in movies and then later in person, separated by greater distance of course, and by the medium too. I don't follow celebrities too much anyhow, and in this part of the world, there aren't any "passing by" (live). Though back in 2002, about 4 months after this shit came down, I did see Robin Williams from 10' away, at a street corner outside my work building as I was crossing the street, and was heading toward him, and he staring at me for some curious reason. Someone adroitly came along and started talking to him just before I was about to say hello, which is all I was about to say.
Back in about 2010, and probably documented in a blog posting, I swear I saw Helen Mirren in my usual local supermarket. If it wasn't the look, it was that imperious stare that she has, and that she leveled at me momentarily. I wasn't 100% sure, but again, as I don't keep up on celebrities and how they currently look compared to when I might of last seen them on the screen, which is sometimes a decade apart. There may have been a few celebrities that were morphed over for the gangstalking occasion, but of course I would of not recognized them. I have often wondered about those who sometimes loiter for no apparent reason, say, sitting down at a bus stop bench while I am there too, for 5 or 10 minutes and then walking off, not catching a bus.
12-23-2017
Yesterday, I took my perp abetting mother to a couple of grocery stores; what a insane palaver/clusterfuck show. Every pinch point in the aisles and entrance was covered with Fuckwits, and at one tight corner they had a pallet jack with a load on it, at least three Fuckwits with shopping carts and a "just stand there" male yapper all penning me in. I just had to break out of this insane cluster fuck and leave my mother to her own devices with the shopping cart, which functions as a ersatz walker for the occasion.
Then onto the local SOF supermarket, and again, covered by male Fuckwits, especially at entrance and exit doors, along with the senseless numbers of stocking carts, aka stalking carts, replete with the brown cardboard boxes. When on my own at home (Penticton), I go supermarket shopping at 2000h hours or so to avoid the clusterfuck gangstalk show that erupts around me should there be half an excuse to do so. Of course they screw with my long established habits at times, and have me go grocery shopping at high traffic times as needed, by them.
More grocery shopping today at 0900h, getting the turkey at a local specialty store. Thankfully it was just me, and not my mother adding her doddering and ditzing into the deal. Another major cluster fuck at every turn and aisle end, and again, the now ubiquitous stocking/stalking carts partially blocking the aisles, along with the dude stocker/stalker. Just what is it about this town (Victoria, BC, Canada) that has to stalk and clusterfuck me at every turn? And added to that, pit-lamp me, (shine headlights) on me when at corners, turning around, getting in my vehicle etc.
Anyhow, this PC at the First Feral Family house is getting hammered and it is so slow that I must wait for the mouse to react. So I will call this done enough for posting.
Sunday, December 15, 2013
Safety Deposit Box Games
12-11-2013
Probably a perp highlight, attempting to close out the safety deposit box that I began in 2003. The rates doubled in the last year, and since I am in Gangstalk City and staying in the First Feral Family house, it seemed like a good time to close it out. (And they totally wiped me out last year in the same circumstances). On with my new-found (ahem) initiative to close it out, and lo, if they didn't fuck me out of bringing the keys the first time. Then today's second visit, and lo, if they didn't provide two keys, and I only know of one, the one on my key ring for the last 10 years. It will be a $50 hit if I cannot supply the second key, which might be what unfolds, as the perps wiped my recall as to even owning a second key. I have no idea where it is, and don't normally have stashes of extra keys around. They suggest that I root through all my old papers to find the key, but we know who loves to send me into the crawl space, (think flexed spine, the main aerial they appear to read), while others walk about overhead.
I haven't accessed the safety deposit box for 10 years, as it was for the purposes of stashing some personal papers, including printed versions of the harassment, and even my letter to the FBI, (lived in Seattle then), which went unanswered, even if delivered as a double registered letter. I shall scan it some time and get it posted on this site. And a few photos of burn holes in the upholstery of my then vehicle, as well as a few in the dashboard. And lo, if there wasn't a pic of Ms. C of those days, something of a rarity as she didn't like to have her pic taken. She was a perp operative of those highly abusive days, though started out as an on-off girlfriend I met on the commuter bus between Everett to Seattle. Just to think, all those commutes, every week day from July to October of 2000 were arranged and gangstalked and I was oblivious to it all. Or, in other words, I was a naive TI.
It is not every day that one closes out a safety deposit box, and even if there was escalated gangstalking and hindering (vehicle and ambulatory), and an excess of red even if this festive season is added into the mix, they did not obstruct me while in the bank. Yes, they put on extra males, but that was it.
More digging in boxes in the crawl space for long lost items (since 12-2011). I find my Grado headphones, and upon trying them out, the R channel is dead. It "happened" in late 2003. I sent the headphones to the factory to get the new gimbal mounts installed, and within a day, why, the R driver unit went dead, and still is. Sometimes these things have a way of fixing themselves (ahem), but not this time.
In the high abuse year of 2002 the perps had me take the Grado headphones to work, as having magnets near one's head caused the severely debilitating targeted head pain to abate. And lo, if the perps didn't break them in the most artful way; they remotely caused the post (vertical steel part connected to the lower plastic gimbal mount) to rotate totally independently from no conventional cause, and eventually wearing out their connection so that the gimbals dropped from the post each time I tried to place them on my head. You got that correctly; I witnessed action-at-a-distance methods to cause a static steel component on each side of my headphones to visibly spin independently and then separate from the attached part. Later, I sent them back to the factory and they repaired them. And lo, per above, if the Fuckwits didn't take out the R side within a day of getting them back. Needless to say, the perps run the show as far as headphones go, and it is the same for everything else of course. And I see the foam on the Grados is crumbling, which would make it the third time they have disintegrated. The perps did not like my yellow replacement pads especially, as they fell apart within a year.
In fact, headphones and earmuffs have been particular objects for sustained sabotage. After the Grados were sabotaged, per above, I got a different pair (green color) and they lasted a week before they fell apart, then I got a pair of so-so quality silver-grey Sonys and the perps finally left them alone. Ditto for ear muffs; my long running pair (white with red foam covering) had the padding break up, so I got a new pair (black with red band in the muff) from a local store. The perps then destroyed these by having the plastic headband ball joint in the muff's socket seize up on both sides and make them dysfunctional. My present earmuffs (green, with black trim) ear pad is breaking up, and the Fuckwits have sabotaged three successive attempts to replace the pads. They somehow, don't fit, even if it is the same model number etc.
And my black shoes I left at the First Feral Family house back in 12-2011 (when I packed up my apartment), have gone missing. I understand my out-of-town brother came to visit here twice this year, but my shoes do not fit him. So why did the perps fuck me around, reminding me when packing that I had them here to cause me not to take any city shoes with me in my luggage. And so, another jerkaround theft, now having me wear my city snow boots all the time while here. Said brother didn't mention anything about having my shoes by "mistake" when I visited in September this year.
A visit to the perp's only permitted buddy-shill yesterday, my farm-worker colleague, to practice yoga with her and the DVD she had. So here we had perp heaven for an hour or so; an active LCD display with an attractive female demonstrator, a spinning DVD in the drive unit, and all those back bends and stretches, that being yoga. And to add to the list, I was working out on a towel that I formerly owned, and gave my colleague back in 11-2011. Said towel was now light grey, formerly an almond white. Given the insane bullshit that goes on over towels, why am I surprised?
And too, she showed me some of her horticultural hand tools, the ones that cut or dig, some of them recently sharpened. And we do know about how the perps are obsessed with cutting edges, sharpening them etc.
12-12-2013
Went to my favorite tool store to pick up a web order I made two days ago. They had the order ready in a day, and when there I asked how they did it so fast. The guy told me that they make the pick-up orders at that same store; no shipping and all that, but from their local stock. The perfect integration of online and brick-and-mortar IMHO, and so many stores aren't there yet, now at least 15 years later when web commerce really started. Anyhow, the vehicular gangstalking scene was intense, though not to the level of an arranged traffic jam at 0920h thank goodness, but these "pods" (aka clusters or strings if a single lane) of vehicles in tight formation was most evident. And what about all those vehicles, at least 100 for a five minute drive, heading into suburbia at that hour? Fucking absurd, unless one applies the arranged-gangstalk-sphere model. And what about those four black colored vehicles around me at the highway connection, still sadly a grade level traffic light controlled. (No interchanges allowed here; Mackenzie and the Island Highway for locals). That is, looking beside me and ahead while waiting at the light, four black vehicles, or five if one counts the black painted steel sided 3 ton truck with a black painted trailer. And the ubiquitous ladder on the side of the trailer, the number one gangstalk prop I have come to know.
The perps are totally insane when it comes to this tool company, LVT for now. I have been a customer since 1980 in the mail/phone order days of one store in Ottawa then. Now they have 15 retails stores across Canada, and one here. Not only did the perps have me go there, but they also "readied" me by having me look at LVT catalog before heading out. The gangstalk scene inside wasn't severe, but there were at least four who routinely kept erupting in my vision, or else planted where I was intending to go. Back in the wild and insanely abusive days of 2002, they must of planted at least 100 gangstalkers in the Vancouver LVT store to get in my way and obstruct progress to get to a cashier. That was when purchasing magnets worked to abate the intense head pain they delivered when I wasn't near metal objects. Not long after that, the assholes de-gaussed the magnets, making them ineffective for the head pain protection that I could carry around with me.
Though in hindsight, having the magnets around me helped the perps, as the main EMF form that I have been allowed to detect was magnetism. As of some three years ago, when I last had access to a magnetic field detector, it was 1800 gauss. After mid 2003 the assholes have bathed me with masers (magnetic lasers -a coherent beam/form) and plasma light flashes, so I would imagine they are still hard at it, keeping me in a magnetic field, and then perturbing it with masers, plasma beams, and the biofields of the Fuckwits on gangstalking duty. And it is highly likely that the operatives and other abetting scum have done rehearsals, perhaps at the same time the prior day, and possibly afterward. All signs point to intense amounts of preparation in tailing and otherwise harassing the living shit out of me, sometimes literally.
12-13-2013
An unholy major stake-out gangstalk at Staples this morning; my perp-abetting mother was needing a new printer as her HP packed it in. And have I mentioned how the perps just love to gangstalk and harass me over making financial transactions? Many times, though this was a First Feral Family member doing the paying, while I aided in selecting the appropriate items. And those god-awful red shirts the staff wear, and no less, the male sales assistant had a red face too! And did he ever spin this out into a near hour long protracted event; -dither, delay, go elsewhere, come back, pass by the ink cartridges 3x before dithering over these for a 10 minute hold up alone, while the choreographed swarms kept up 10' away, and eventually coming closer to then have a Fuckwit pass between us. The starter-Fuckwits began to stand around for 10 minutes at one place, doing their extra obvious fake shopping, and later rotating out so other Fuckwits could arrive in their place, and the first shift tailing us when we moved to the aisles. My mother pulled the all-time obvious gangstalking stunt by sitting on the printer box for crissakes. After the checkout, two shiftless males moved in within 3 seconds of vacating the checkout. Speakers for PC, SD card, photo paper, extra ink for the printer -I reckon this was a 60 minute exercise at least, along with the swarms of shiftless males and one Fat Girl, (a possible a certain Fat Girl) posing, looking dumbstruck in mid-aisle, not even pretending to shop.
Then onto the lighting store, as if I don't get enough pit lamping. A tour through the store, the staff staying out of sight for the most part, and nothing purchased after this 10 minute piss-around my perp-abetting mother instigated. On the way to from above, there was at least four roadworks for us to pass onto the opposite side of the road under temporary traffic control.
It was Staples, a lighting store, a diversion to find no lighting store along with a total memory blank out as it was on my bus route, and finally a grocery store where it was another unholy gangstalk. Two stocking/stalking carts at the entrance, both stacked high with brown boxes. Additionally, a gaggle of girls (~10) from a private school, but at least they were polite about stepping in my way; "excuse me" instead of these sick assed mofo's who pretend otherwise.
Later; a royal pissing match to get the new printer working, and then again with the speakers; it seems that only speakers can be plugged into the rear of this PC, and headphones at the front. And just how does the software know which is which? It did (somehow) and why was I fucked out of knowing there was a rear sound panel for audio?
12-14-2013
I got sacked for a 9.5 hour sleep, which made for a late morning. Then add on my perp abetting mother's need to move her heavy bed to vacuum the dust underneath, and I was toast for getting downtown before the surge of people got there ahead of me. After a pissing match with the dowtown parking kiosk, I gave up. It was the first time I used it with a charge card, and as best as I could tell, there was nowhere to select the display of time/cost. The list on the display was three long, and started at 7 min. for 25cents, but I wanted longer. In the past, I had always used coins, and as one added more coins, a longer duration would show up on the list until it got to one I wanted, and then I selected it and printed the ticket. Call it selection by adding cash, but with a card, the same function isn't available of course, and I was flummoxed, aka screwed. And kudos to the perps for fucking me out of my usual ready change, and too, the woman and two children that crossed the street to arrive at the closest kiosk five seconds ahead of me. I haven't had an outrageous FU hindrance/obstruction stunt for awhile, and am glad to know that Victoria, BC hasn't lost its reputation as the Most Rude-Assed Gangstalking City in Canada. Like I have said before, in these situations I should be scooped 50% of the time it happens to me, when in fact it is over 95%. In 11.5 years of this sustained insane abuse, I have scooped a potential hindering gangstalker once or twice in 30x or more.
Though I have noticed some Penticton-developed gangstalking moves to now occur in Victoria; an abundance of road lane straddling (center line, lane line or shoulder line), and L turns into a side street by cutting the corner and driving through the opposite (unoccupied) lane. About three months ago, in Penticton, I saw an oncoming motorcyclist do this about 60' ahead of me, the Fuckwit coming close to the corner and traversing some 30' of the opposite lane. BUT the oddity was that there was a hedge to the sidewalk and there is no way he could of seen around the corner to know that the opposite lane was unoccupied. Even a 10mph collision on a motorcycle would of sent the Fuckwit flying. So how did he know in advance he could make this bozo audacious driving stunt safely? Like I say, it is all arranged, and not just for me.
My perp abetting mother is on an extra dipshit streak thgis visit. And why is it that the perps need to do this, having things repeated, speaking at cross purposes, engendering wholesale "miss the point" stunts etc.
The joys (read, intensified perp machinations) of a new printer; A Brother this time, and no way to set a minimum default font size for crissaskes. A 14 point bold in an email comes out as 6 point plain unless I jack with the email content. Which means one has to print first to see if a small unreadable font size erupts, change the document for some greater font size, and print again. Can we say Do It Twice stupidity? And there is only one outfit that likes to have things done twice or more, often fraught with variations in output each time. Given the perps haven;t let me print color at my residence for over ten years, even with a color inkjet printer, it does not surprise me they wanted to increase the printing follies intensity while at the FFF house.
12-15-2013
Sunday, and a quick early (1030h) trip into downtown to pick up two web ordered books at a store. The usual parade; the attractive blonde babe (Favored), then immediately shift my focus to an arranged wheelchair act(much Unfavored) and shiftless males in just-stand-there mode in mid-aisle not looking at anything in particular. More stealthy street theatre is would seem. A five strong black and white vehicular pod., waiting for a pedestrian to make a R turn prevented me from parking at the usual parkade. I couldn't make a R lane change as all these vehicles were in tight/stationary formation. And so, a 270 degree loop on alternate streets so I could park on the street for free. (Free street parking on Sundays here).
After I got out of the book store, with the wretched wheelchair act making a reprise to temporarily obstruct my egress, onto the tanning salon, the one that I frequented for two years (2010-2011) when living nearby. The weekly tanning fix has significant perp interest of course, and perhaps some mild skin browning is what they want from it. Though they tell me that the vitamin D and melatonin activity is important too. Whatever; Caucasian humans have been tanning for millenia, so I don't see why the Psychopathic Juveniles of the Fourth Reich need to take their insane agenda methods out on me.
And a faux car crash at the first major intersection after leaving tanning wasn't too much of a surprise. Two vehicles almost blocking a single through lane one way artery of downtown while they stood around pretending to exchange insurance details. No glass or debris on the road, and no rumpled body work that I could see. I have seen very elaborate faux vehicle accidents, with three police vehicles, surveyors and two tow trucks and not a single dent or item on the ground, so this red and green vehicle (only) bumper bump (if that) doesn't rate. Though, it is the first such one since 2003-2004, so now that I have returned for a month to the Gangstalking Capital of Canada, perhaps the perps are making much of this visit, though, unlike last year.
Digging out a garden bed at the FFF, and the 60' pine trees had their roots running all through this 2' raised bed from some 25' away. And lo, if the backyard neighbors didn't erupt, doing something noisy (no lawn mowers though), with the new backyard neighbor revealing himself to be a skin-headed male (much Unfavored). Then the aircraft, helicopters and fixed wing with the incessant drone noise of the latter.
I shall post this now, as Sunday evenings tend to be amorphous and unmotivated.
Probably a perp highlight, attempting to close out the safety deposit box that I began in 2003. The rates doubled in the last year, and since I am in Gangstalk City and staying in the First Feral Family house, it seemed like a good time to close it out. (And they totally wiped me out last year in the same circumstances). On with my new-found (ahem) initiative to close it out, and lo, if they didn't fuck me out of bringing the keys the first time. Then today's second visit, and lo, if they didn't provide two keys, and I only know of one, the one on my key ring for the last 10 years. It will be a $50 hit if I cannot supply the second key, which might be what unfolds, as the perps wiped my recall as to even owning a second key. I have no idea where it is, and don't normally have stashes of extra keys around. They suggest that I root through all my old papers to find the key, but we know who loves to send me into the crawl space, (think flexed spine, the main aerial they appear to read), while others walk about overhead.
I haven't accessed the safety deposit box for 10 years, as it was for the purposes of stashing some personal papers, including printed versions of the harassment, and even my letter to the FBI, (lived in Seattle then), which went unanswered, even if delivered as a double registered letter. I shall scan it some time and get it posted on this site. And a few photos of burn holes in the upholstery of my then vehicle, as well as a few in the dashboard. And lo, if there wasn't a pic of Ms. C of those days, something of a rarity as she didn't like to have her pic taken. She was a perp operative of those highly abusive days, though started out as an on-off girlfriend I met on the commuter bus between Everett to Seattle. Just to think, all those commutes, every week day from July to October of 2000 were arranged and gangstalked and I was oblivious to it all. Or, in other words, I was a naive TI.
It is not every day that one closes out a safety deposit box, and even if there was escalated gangstalking and hindering (vehicle and ambulatory), and an excess of red even if this festive season is added into the mix, they did not obstruct me while in the bank. Yes, they put on extra males, but that was it.
More digging in boxes in the crawl space for long lost items (since 12-2011). I find my Grado headphones, and upon trying them out, the R channel is dead. It "happened" in late 2003. I sent the headphones to the factory to get the new gimbal mounts installed, and within a day, why, the R driver unit went dead, and still is. Sometimes these things have a way of fixing themselves (ahem), but not this time.
In the high abuse year of 2002 the perps had me take the Grado headphones to work, as having magnets near one's head caused the severely debilitating targeted head pain to abate. And lo, if the perps didn't break them in the most artful way; they remotely caused the post (vertical steel part connected to the lower plastic gimbal mount) to rotate totally independently from no conventional cause, and eventually wearing out their connection so that the gimbals dropped from the post each time I tried to place them on my head. You got that correctly; I witnessed action-at-a-distance methods to cause a static steel component on each side of my headphones to visibly spin independently and then separate from the attached part. Later, I sent them back to the factory and they repaired them. And lo, per above, if the Fuckwits didn't take out the R side within a day of getting them back. Needless to say, the perps run the show as far as headphones go, and it is the same for everything else of course. And I see the foam on the Grados is crumbling, which would make it the third time they have disintegrated. The perps did not like my yellow replacement pads especially, as they fell apart within a year.
In fact, headphones and earmuffs have been particular objects for sustained sabotage. After the Grados were sabotaged, per above, I got a different pair (green color) and they lasted a week before they fell apart, then I got a pair of so-so quality silver-grey Sonys and the perps finally left them alone. Ditto for ear muffs; my long running pair (white with red foam covering) had the padding break up, so I got a new pair (black with red band in the muff) from a local store. The perps then destroyed these by having the plastic headband ball joint in the muff's socket seize up on both sides and make them dysfunctional. My present earmuffs (green, with black trim) ear pad is breaking up, and the Fuckwits have sabotaged three successive attempts to replace the pads. They somehow, don't fit, even if it is the same model number etc.
And my black shoes I left at the First Feral Family house back in 12-2011 (when I packed up my apartment), have gone missing. I understand my out-of-town brother came to visit here twice this year, but my shoes do not fit him. So why did the perps fuck me around, reminding me when packing that I had them here to cause me not to take any city shoes with me in my luggage. And so, another jerkaround theft, now having me wear my city snow boots all the time while here. Said brother didn't mention anything about having my shoes by "mistake" when I visited in September this year.
A visit to the perp's only permitted buddy-shill yesterday, my farm-worker colleague, to practice yoga with her and the DVD she had. So here we had perp heaven for an hour or so; an active LCD display with an attractive female demonstrator, a spinning DVD in the drive unit, and all those back bends and stretches, that being yoga. And to add to the list, I was working out on a towel that I formerly owned, and gave my colleague back in 11-2011. Said towel was now light grey, formerly an almond white. Given the insane bullshit that goes on over towels, why am I surprised?
And too, she showed me some of her horticultural hand tools, the ones that cut or dig, some of them recently sharpened. And we do know about how the perps are obsessed with cutting edges, sharpening them etc.
12-12-2013
Went to my favorite tool store to pick up a web order I made two days ago. They had the order ready in a day, and when there I asked how they did it so fast. The guy told me that they make the pick-up orders at that same store; no shipping and all that, but from their local stock. The perfect integration of online and brick-and-mortar IMHO, and so many stores aren't there yet, now at least 15 years later when web commerce really started. Anyhow, the vehicular gangstalking scene was intense, though not to the level of an arranged traffic jam at 0920h thank goodness, but these "pods" (aka clusters or strings if a single lane) of vehicles in tight formation was most evident. And what about all those vehicles, at least 100 for a five minute drive, heading into suburbia at that hour? Fucking absurd, unless one applies the arranged-gangstalk-sphere model. And what about those four black colored vehicles around me at the highway connection, still sadly a grade level traffic light controlled. (No interchanges allowed here; Mackenzie and the Island Highway for locals). That is, looking beside me and ahead while waiting at the light, four black vehicles, or five if one counts the black painted steel sided 3 ton truck with a black painted trailer. And the ubiquitous ladder on the side of the trailer, the number one gangstalk prop I have come to know.
The perps are totally insane when it comes to this tool company, LVT for now. I have been a customer since 1980 in the mail/phone order days of one store in Ottawa then. Now they have 15 retails stores across Canada, and one here. Not only did the perps have me go there, but they also "readied" me by having me look at LVT catalog before heading out. The gangstalk scene inside wasn't severe, but there were at least four who routinely kept erupting in my vision, or else planted where I was intending to go. Back in the wild and insanely abusive days of 2002, they must of planted at least 100 gangstalkers in the Vancouver LVT store to get in my way and obstruct progress to get to a cashier. That was when purchasing magnets worked to abate the intense head pain they delivered when I wasn't near metal objects. Not long after that, the assholes de-gaussed the magnets, making them ineffective for the head pain protection that I could carry around with me.
Though in hindsight, having the magnets around me helped the perps, as the main EMF form that I have been allowed to detect was magnetism. As of some three years ago, when I last had access to a magnetic field detector, it was 1800 gauss. After mid 2003 the assholes have bathed me with masers (magnetic lasers -a coherent beam/form) and plasma light flashes, so I would imagine they are still hard at it, keeping me in a magnetic field, and then perturbing it with masers, plasma beams, and the biofields of the Fuckwits on gangstalking duty. And it is highly likely that the operatives and other abetting scum have done rehearsals, perhaps at the same time the prior day, and possibly afterward. All signs point to intense amounts of preparation in tailing and otherwise harassing the living shit out of me, sometimes literally.
12-13-2013
An unholy major stake-out gangstalk at Staples this morning; my perp-abetting mother was needing a new printer as her HP packed it in. And have I mentioned how the perps just love to gangstalk and harass me over making financial transactions? Many times, though this was a First Feral Family member doing the paying, while I aided in selecting the appropriate items. And those god-awful red shirts the staff wear, and no less, the male sales assistant had a red face too! And did he ever spin this out into a near hour long protracted event; -dither, delay, go elsewhere, come back, pass by the ink cartridges 3x before dithering over these for a 10 minute hold up alone, while the choreographed swarms kept up 10' away, and eventually coming closer to then have a Fuckwit pass between us. The starter-Fuckwits began to stand around for 10 minutes at one place, doing their extra obvious fake shopping, and later rotating out so other Fuckwits could arrive in their place, and the first shift tailing us when we moved to the aisles. My mother pulled the all-time obvious gangstalking stunt by sitting on the printer box for crissakes. After the checkout, two shiftless males moved in within 3 seconds of vacating the checkout. Speakers for PC, SD card, photo paper, extra ink for the printer -I reckon this was a 60 minute exercise at least, along with the swarms of shiftless males and one Fat Girl, (a possible a certain Fat Girl) posing, looking dumbstruck in mid-aisle, not even pretending to shop.
Then onto the lighting store, as if I don't get enough pit lamping. A tour through the store, the staff staying out of sight for the most part, and nothing purchased after this 10 minute piss-around my perp-abetting mother instigated. On the way to from above, there was at least four roadworks for us to pass onto the opposite side of the road under temporary traffic control.
It was Staples, a lighting store, a diversion to find no lighting store along with a total memory blank out as it was on my bus route, and finally a grocery store where it was another unholy gangstalk. Two stocking/stalking carts at the entrance, both stacked high with brown boxes. Additionally, a gaggle of girls (~10) from a private school, but at least they were polite about stepping in my way; "excuse me" instead of these sick assed mofo's who pretend otherwise.
Later; a royal pissing match to get the new printer working, and then again with the speakers; it seems that only speakers can be plugged into the rear of this PC, and headphones at the front. And just how does the software know which is which? It did (somehow) and why was I fucked out of knowing there was a rear sound panel for audio?
12-14-2013
I got sacked for a 9.5 hour sleep, which made for a late morning. Then add on my perp abetting mother's need to move her heavy bed to vacuum the dust underneath, and I was toast for getting downtown before the surge of people got there ahead of me. After a pissing match with the dowtown parking kiosk, I gave up. It was the first time I used it with a charge card, and as best as I could tell, there was nowhere to select the display of time/cost. The list on the display was three long, and started at 7 min. for 25cents, but I wanted longer. In the past, I had always used coins, and as one added more coins, a longer duration would show up on the list until it got to one I wanted, and then I selected it and printed the ticket. Call it selection by adding cash, but with a card, the same function isn't available of course, and I was flummoxed, aka screwed. And kudos to the perps for fucking me out of my usual ready change, and too, the woman and two children that crossed the street to arrive at the closest kiosk five seconds ahead of me. I haven't had an outrageous FU hindrance/obstruction stunt for awhile, and am glad to know that Victoria, BC hasn't lost its reputation as the Most Rude-Assed Gangstalking City in Canada. Like I have said before, in these situations I should be scooped 50% of the time it happens to me, when in fact it is over 95%. In 11.5 years of this sustained insane abuse, I have scooped a potential hindering gangstalker once or twice in 30x or more.
Though I have noticed some Penticton-developed gangstalking moves to now occur in Victoria; an abundance of road lane straddling (center line, lane line or shoulder line), and L turns into a side street by cutting the corner and driving through the opposite (unoccupied) lane. About three months ago, in Penticton, I saw an oncoming motorcyclist do this about 60' ahead of me, the Fuckwit coming close to the corner and traversing some 30' of the opposite lane. BUT the oddity was that there was a hedge to the sidewalk and there is no way he could of seen around the corner to know that the opposite lane was unoccupied. Even a 10mph collision on a motorcycle would of sent the Fuckwit flying. So how did he know in advance he could make this bozo audacious driving stunt safely? Like I say, it is all arranged, and not just for me.
My perp abetting mother is on an extra dipshit streak thgis visit. And why is it that the perps need to do this, having things repeated, speaking at cross purposes, engendering wholesale "miss the point" stunts etc.
The joys (read, intensified perp machinations) of a new printer; A Brother this time, and no way to set a minimum default font size for crissaskes. A 14 point bold in an email comes out as 6 point plain unless I jack with the email content. Which means one has to print first to see if a small unreadable font size erupts, change the document for some greater font size, and print again. Can we say Do It Twice stupidity? And there is only one outfit that likes to have things done twice or more, often fraught with variations in output each time. Given the perps haven;t let me print color at my residence for over ten years, even with a color inkjet printer, it does not surprise me they wanted to increase the printing follies intensity while at the FFF house.
12-15-2013
Sunday, and a quick early (1030h) trip into downtown to pick up two web ordered books at a store. The usual parade; the attractive blonde babe (Favored), then immediately shift my focus to an arranged wheelchair act(much Unfavored) and shiftless males in just-stand-there mode in mid-aisle not looking at anything in particular. More stealthy street theatre is would seem. A five strong black and white vehicular pod., waiting for a pedestrian to make a R turn prevented me from parking at the usual parkade. I couldn't make a R lane change as all these vehicles were in tight/stationary formation. And so, a 270 degree loop on alternate streets so I could park on the street for free. (Free street parking on Sundays here).
After I got out of the book store, with the wretched wheelchair act making a reprise to temporarily obstruct my egress, onto the tanning salon, the one that I frequented for two years (2010-2011) when living nearby. The weekly tanning fix has significant perp interest of course, and perhaps some mild skin browning is what they want from it. Though they tell me that the vitamin D and melatonin activity is important too. Whatever; Caucasian humans have been tanning for millenia, so I don't see why the Psychopathic Juveniles of the Fourth Reich need to take their insane agenda methods out on me.
And a faux car crash at the first major intersection after leaving tanning wasn't too much of a surprise. Two vehicles almost blocking a single through lane one way artery of downtown while they stood around pretending to exchange insurance details. No glass or debris on the road, and no rumpled body work that I could see. I have seen very elaborate faux vehicle accidents, with three police vehicles, surveyors and two tow trucks and not a single dent or item on the ground, so this red and green vehicle (only) bumper bump (if that) doesn't rate. Though, it is the first such one since 2003-2004, so now that I have returned for a month to the Gangstalking Capital of Canada, perhaps the perps are making much of this visit, though, unlike last year.
Digging out a garden bed at the FFF, and the 60' pine trees had their roots running all through this 2' raised bed from some 25' away. And lo, if the backyard neighbors didn't erupt, doing something noisy (no lawn mowers though), with the new backyard neighbor revealing himself to be a skin-headed male (much Unfavored). Then the aircraft, helicopters and fixed wing with the incessant drone noise of the latter.
I shall post this now, as Sunday evenings tend to be amorphous and unmotivated.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
What Went Right
1730h
Not much has gone right today on the First Feral Family front. Even my mother, the First Feral Matriarch had a bad day on the home renovation. The tradesman broke two toilets in attempting to install it, and the third one "took" (aka was finally allowed to be installed). The perps have a thing about toilets, and it might pertain to their brown color fetish/research topic, but I sense there is more to it than that. It is an Unfavored item, but I don't know I came by that.
And my in-town brother was also "helping" on the toilet games today, leaving a brown turd to languish in his toilet when I forced into a pee break. It was more than the cat poo smell, regular odor attendant to the downstairs bathroom. I even asked him who did it, and he said it was him. As this is the second or third time this has "happened" among First Feral Family members, it cannot be anything but scripted, along with the smell. Fucking outrageous.
I stopped at a certain store where I get a family discount on the way back from my in-town brother's place, and lo, if the discount card was missing from my wallet. And when I get back, why, it is there again. Ergo, a return trip to deal with getting my discount. Another "gone wrong" jerkaround.
And on my mother's bathroom renovation, the renovator installed an electrical timer switch that I had purchased, and the switch didn't work, new out of the package. This was verified by an electrician even. Another thing goes back to the store. This was after his third toilet install of the day, per above.
Another run-down attempt, sort of; a Fuckwit was driving a low slung sports car, like a Corvette, and ran the advance left arrow, coming within 3' of me when I was 4' into the crosswalk, obeying the Walk signal. I yelled at him, or more like, the perps had me yell as I don't do such public displays, and he did stop in mid street, but that was the end of it and he didn't circle around to confront me thank goodness. Such stunts are about once per week, and this was today's variant.
Most of the day was spent at my in-town brother's place, and for once I got there earlier at 0930h. I get some leaves hopping and bopping in nonconventional gravitic ways, and some leaves flying in from nowhere, but it is relatively manageable.
I get to raid his ample chocolate supply while there, and so I shouldn't be surprised as to the brown colored gangstalkers afterward when walking to the bus stop and taking the bus back into downtown. There were five loosely clustered but disparate bums on the sidewalk when I got off the bus, and they all ran for it to catch the bus, running past me as I was about to exit and immediately afterward. The joke was that no one was at the bus stop when it pulled in, and I was the only passenger to get off. So... as I was getting off, Bum #1 starts running to make the bus before it departs, and so did the four trailing bums. In other words, it was pure happenchance (har, har) that the bus stopped at all, and here were five passengers sauntering along the sidewalk as they hadn't reached the bus stop. A Bum Run of sorts. The walking-along-and-happen-to-catch-the-bus-as-it-pulls-in-from-behind trick has been playing for a couple of years now, but to have five of them, and all bums, is a new take on presenting such Unfavored Fuckwits.
And my in-town brother makes himself out to be a totally computer avoidant , which seems to be generally true. He asked me to install the new modem that was delivered by the ISP, and I said I would. The old modem is the same model that my mother has, and the new model is the one that I have, same ISP all round. Call it a First Feral Family Modem Calibration perhaps. He was gone when I installed the new modem, and he arrives at the point when I am still at the PC, totally pissed over the perps blocking me from ordering saucepan lids, as I found a more economical supplier that has sane shipping charges. (Funny how Google works differently at his place than mine...(same search string even)). Here I am at his place, having installed the new modem, and the first thing I do there is order saucepan lids, a two week long Fuckover jerkaround that still has yet to be consummated. And then he arrives after I was infuriated at this blatant fuckery, and I explain briefly how and what I did, and because he doesn't recognize the web browser (Firefox), he gets all cranked up saying how important the PC is to him. What a total joke; the guy who would ordinarily avoid the PC, and gets me to install a modem for crissakes, then engages in a thankless diatribe over how I had better not of screwed his PC and his internet access. He is getting, or more like, is scripted to be, excessively cranky these days as well as being rude, though seeming not to notice it. I wonder who else is going to be going silly this Christmas time?
1850h
In keeping with the do-it-again financial transaction fuckery, I got blocked again in attempting a credit card payment over these infernal pot lids that has been going on for over a week. Finally, I am allowed to find sane shipping prices for what I want (a Canadian supplier), and now I get obstructed in attempting to pay. And did I mention there were about five attempts to pay with my debit card two days ago, and the cahier had to intervene and restart the process? It is fucking insane that I am not allowed to have a Fuckover Free transaction.
Though, they didn't have the sentries on the bus today in either direction. For at least all of December they have posted a Fuckwit at the front door of the bus, sometimes two for me to walk between, and I suppose swiping my bus pass with its magnetic stripe is a financial transaction of a kind. And of course, when I purchase the bus pass I have at least three of the assholes standing around me at the time.
2205h
A rare evening time shopping trip to take the items back for my discount, worth $40. It was the dudes' turn to make the transaction this time, after being handed off by the woman who begged off the task of applying my discount. I have had instances where the blonde babe cashier starts me off with the check and in the process, begs off for a "shift change" and to have a dude take over the task of cashiering. What that means for the supreme sickos, the World SS, I have no idea, but clearly the Favored (blonde babes especially) have some kind of glow that they wish to evaluate (assay of energetic interaction in a more technical sense IMHO), and compare that to the dudes doing the same thing.
Then a turnaround to go to the downtown bookstore and run the hordes of Fuckwits coming at me, often three abreast with another two ahead or immediately behind. This constant testing me of the Cluster Fuckwits has been ramped up for the Christmas season. And I should of turned around at the door of the bookstore as the assholes purged my recall of the title and author, and I was pissed over that, as I wanted to get a novel for my daughter for Christmas in addition to a cookbook. As per usual, I am not allowed to plan, and execute the plan, but be stymied and re-directed. So it was two horse magazines instead and the last ID publication for me (expensive magazine).
The perps had me spooked over these converging clusters of Fuckwits, first starting out with women, then mixed couples and then later two males who were 6' apart and talking to each other at the pedestrian crossing. The usual deal is that I walk around the Fuckwits and not between them when they do these setups of widely separated chats. Then the Fuckwit I was going around turned to go, almost making out that he was after me, and at that moment the perps spooked me with some kind of Fear that was totally irrational from the perspective of my own normal (pre-overt and mind invasive abuse) reactions. That would never of happened, and when one is hunted day and night for 7.5 years as at present, one knows that they are exceedingly important to the Fuckwits' research agenda and that there really isn't any of the danger they make it out to be. The faked demise Fuckarounds went on during 2002, about ten such events where it was staged that I thought I was done for. This was part of their "blitz abuse", attempting to get specific reactions that mean something to the perps remote energetics assay games.
Then to the local supermarket, again beset with clusters of converging Fuckwits, timed for a constriction in the sidewalk and a shiftless sentry dude blowing his cigarette plume out in advance of me and the clusterfuckers crossing paths. No run-down attempts tonight, they were even slacking off a bit in the bookstore save this giant amazon Asian woman with a knitted wool toque with ear flaps. This seems to be the big deal of late, putting on toques with the ear flaps and ties. And lo, if there wasn't a religious figure, the Ecumenical Patriarch Bartholomew on 60 Minutes two days ago, and he had a hat with the same ear flaps. Other prominent gangstalker fuglies tonight were a local Caucasian dude wearing a blue turban, and immediately running behind him was a woman with dreadlock hair. A nightime low light level gangstalker comparison of the Caucasians with typical non-Caucasian head coverage (turban and dreadlock hair).
And the bookstore; they had the promotions for the Book of Negroes in at least six places and they made sure that I saw it all. Setting me up with the negro theme again, this time in the form of a specific topic that features highly on the harassment front. And lo, if they didn't put on a negro dude for the two block walk from the bookstore to the supermarket. Alas, only and E. Indian as the cashier at the bookstore.
And more fuckery at the supermarket checkout; the debit card didn't scan and had to be redone, with plenty of pleasant fussing by the cashier. Meanwhile, the fugly dude crush started closing in on me after the obese woman in brown passed immediately behind me with her pop bottles for a refund. No doubt said pop bottles were once full of brown fizzy pop.
2300h
The Mozy software backup configuration debacle is still playing out, since Dec. 19 (three days) with them telling me for the second time to go into Regedit and modify a setting, one that is not listed. I told them this two days ago and sent a snapshot of the screen I was looking at, and then they didn't answer the email, but instead started from the begining again. So... if you want to recover your system and this is the kind of fuckaround that is going to go on with one-per-day email that is taking the issue sideways, then you are hooped from the get go. Now I know, but I am passing on my vexations for the greater public good. And will dump their ass as soon as I can.
But as Mozy is using an E. Indian support agency, I have now had three male E. Indians (one per day) sending me emails over this infernal hassle, and it would seem that the perps really want me to see foreign names listed to typical North American english first and surnames. This bullshit started about a year ago when an E. Indian recruiter in Edmonton was emailing me and the emails weren't getting through. I eventually got her phone number, and we sent email tests back and forth to my two different email addresses while on the phone. Then she just dropped from sight, very unlike a recruiter. So..., the entire exercise seemed to be all about an E. Indian woman and me simultaneously talking and sending emails. Go figure, but it fits the pattern of senseless communications, sudden departures for no know reason, and the ongoing presentation of foreign names. I get plenty of strange names in the spam, and this too must be part of the ongoing fuckery.
The typo sabotage is intense tonight, time to go.
Not much has gone right today on the First Feral Family front. Even my mother, the First Feral Matriarch had a bad day on the home renovation. The tradesman broke two toilets in attempting to install it, and the third one "took" (aka was finally allowed to be installed). The perps have a thing about toilets, and it might pertain to their brown color fetish/research topic, but I sense there is more to it than that. It is an Unfavored item, but I don't know I came by that.
And my in-town brother was also "helping" on the toilet games today, leaving a brown turd to languish in his toilet when I forced into a pee break. It was more than the cat poo smell, regular odor attendant to the downstairs bathroom. I even asked him who did it, and he said it was him. As this is the second or third time this has "happened" among First Feral Family members, it cannot be anything but scripted, along with the smell. Fucking outrageous.
I stopped at a certain store where I get a family discount on the way back from my in-town brother's place, and lo, if the discount card was missing from my wallet. And when I get back, why, it is there again. Ergo, a return trip to deal with getting my discount. Another "gone wrong" jerkaround.
And on my mother's bathroom renovation, the renovator installed an electrical timer switch that I had purchased, and the switch didn't work, new out of the package. This was verified by an electrician even. Another thing goes back to the store. This was after his third toilet install of the day, per above.
Another run-down attempt, sort of; a Fuckwit was driving a low slung sports car, like a Corvette, and ran the advance left arrow, coming within 3' of me when I was 4' into the crosswalk, obeying the Walk signal. I yelled at him, or more like, the perps had me yell as I don't do such public displays, and he did stop in mid street, but that was the end of it and he didn't circle around to confront me thank goodness. Such stunts are about once per week, and this was today's variant.
Most of the day was spent at my in-town brother's place, and for once I got there earlier at 0930h. I get some leaves hopping and bopping in nonconventional gravitic ways, and some leaves flying in from nowhere, but it is relatively manageable.
I get to raid his ample chocolate supply while there, and so I shouldn't be surprised as to the brown colored gangstalkers afterward when walking to the bus stop and taking the bus back into downtown. There were five loosely clustered but disparate bums on the sidewalk when I got off the bus, and they all ran for it to catch the bus, running past me as I was about to exit and immediately afterward. The joke was that no one was at the bus stop when it pulled in, and I was the only passenger to get off. So... as I was getting off, Bum #1 starts running to make the bus before it departs, and so did the four trailing bums. In other words, it was pure happenchance (har, har) that the bus stopped at all, and here were five passengers sauntering along the sidewalk as they hadn't reached the bus stop. A Bum Run of sorts. The walking-along-and-happen-to-catch-the-bus-as-it-pulls-in-from-behind trick has been playing for a couple of years now, but to have five of them, and all bums, is a new take on presenting such Unfavored Fuckwits.
And my in-town brother makes himself out to be a totally computer avoidant , which seems to be generally true. He asked me to install the new modem that was delivered by the ISP, and I said I would. The old modem is the same model that my mother has, and the new model is the one that I have, same ISP all round. Call it a First Feral Family Modem Calibration perhaps. He was gone when I installed the new modem, and he arrives at the point when I am still at the PC, totally pissed over the perps blocking me from ordering saucepan lids, as I found a more economical supplier that has sane shipping charges. (Funny how Google works differently at his place than mine...(same search string even)). Here I am at his place, having installed the new modem, and the first thing I do there is order saucepan lids, a two week long Fuckover jerkaround that still has yet to be consummated. And then he arrives after I was infuriated at this blatant fuckery, and I explain briefly how and what I did, and because he doesn't recognize the web browser (Firefox), he gets all cranked up saying how important the PC is to him. What a total joke; the guy who would ordinarily avoid the PC, and gets me to install a modem for crissakes, then engages in a thankless diatribe over how I had better not of screwed his PC and his internet access. He is getting, or more like, is scripted to be, excessively cranky these days as well as being rude, though seeming not to notice it. I wonder who else is going to be going silly this Christmas time?
1850h
In keeping with the do-it-again financial transaction fuckery, I got blocked again in attempting a credit card payment over these infernal pot lids that has been going on for over a week. Finally, I am allowed to find sane shipping prices for what I want (a Canadian supplier), and now I get obstructed in attempting to pay. And did I mention there were about five attempts to pay with my debit card two days ago, and the cahier had to intervene and restart the process? It is fucking insane that I am not allowed to have a Fuckover Free transaction.
Though, they didn't have the sentries on the bus today in either direction. For at least all of December they have posted a Fuckwit at the front door of the bus, sometimes two for me to walk between, and I suppose swiping my bus pass with its magnetic stripe is a financial transaction of a kind. And of course, when I purchase the bus pass I have at least three of the assholes standing around me at the time.
2205h
A rare evening time shopping trip to take the items back for my discount, worth $40. It was the dudes' turn to make the transaction this time, after being handed off by the woman who begged off the task of applying my discount. I have had instances where the blonde babe cashier starts me off with the check and in the process, begs off for a "shift change" and to have a dude take over the task of cashiering. What that means for the supreme sickos, the World SS, I have no idea, but clearly the Favored (blonde babes especially) have some kind of glow that they wish to evaluate (assay of energetic interaction in a more technical sense IMHO), and compare that to the dudes doing the same thing.
Then a turnaround to go to the downtown bookstore and run the hordes of Fuckwits coming at me, often three abreast with another two ahead or immediately behind. This constant testing me of the Cluster Fuckwits has been ramped up for the Christmas season. And I should of turned around at the door of the bookstore as the assholes purged my recall of the title and author, and I was pissed over that, as I wanted to get a novel for my daughter for Christmas in addition to a cookbook. As per usual, I am not allowed to plan, and execute the plan, but be stymied and re-directed. So it was two horse magazines instead and the last ID publication for me (expensive magazine).
The perps had me spooked over these converging clusters of Fuckwits, first starting out with women, then mixed couples and then later two males who were 6' apart and talking to each other at the pedestrian crossing. The usual deal is that I walk around the Fuckwits and not between them when they do these setups of widely separated chats. Then the Fuckwit I was going around turned to go, almost making out that he was after me, and at that moment the perps spooked me with some kind of Fear that was totally irrational from the perspective of my own normal (pre-overt and mind invasive abuse) reactions. That would never of happened, and when one is hunted day and night for 7.5 years as at present, one knows that they are exceedingly important to the Fuckwits' research agenda and that there really isn't any of the danger they make it out to be. The faked demise Fuckarounds went on during 2002, about ten such events where it was staged that I thought I was done for. This was part of their "blitz abuse", attempting to get specific reactions that mean something to the perps remote energetics assay games.
Then to the local supermarket, again beset with clusters of converging Fuckwits, timed for a constriction in the sidewalk and a shiftless sentry dude blowing his cigarette plume out in advance of me and the clusterfuckers crossing paths. No run-down attempts tonight, they were even slacking off a bit in the bookstore save this giant amazon Asian woman with a knitted wool toque with ear flaps. This seems to be the big deal of late, putting on toques with the ear flaps and ties. And lo, if there wasn't a religious figure, the Ecumenical Patriarch Bartholomew on 60 Minutes two days ago, and he had a hat with the same ear flaps. Other prominent gangstalker fuglies tonight were a local Caucasian dude wearing a blue turban, and immediately running behind him was a woman with dreadlock hair. A nightime low light level gangstalker comparison of the Caucasians with typical non-Caucasian head coverage (turban and dreadlock hair).
And the bookstore; they had the promotions for the Book of Negroes in at least six places and they made sure that I saw it all. Setting me up with the negro theme again, this time in the form of a specific topic that features highly on the harassment front. And lo, if they didn't put on a negro dude for the two block walk from the bookstore to the supermarket. Alas, only and E. Indian as the cashier at the bookstore.
And more fuckery at the supermarket checkout; the debit card didn't scan and had to be redone, with plenty of pleasant fussing by the cashier. Meanwhile, the fugly dude crush started closing in on me after the obese woman in brown passed immediately behind me with her pop bottles for a refund. No doubt said pop bottles were once full of brown fizzy pop.
2300h
The Mozy software backup configuration debacle is still playing out, since Dec. 19 (three days) with them telling me for the second time to go into Regedit and modify a setting, one that is not listed. I told them this two days ago and sent a snapshot of the screen I was looking at, and then they didn't answer the email, but instead started from the begining again. So... if you want to recover your system and this is the kind of fuckaround that is going to go on with one-per-day email that is taking the issue sideways, then you are hooped from the get go. Now I know, but I am passing on my vexations for the greater public good. And will dump their ass as soon as I can.
But as Mozy is using an E. Indian support agency, I have now had three male E. Indians (one per day) sending me emails over this infernal hassle, and it would seem that the perps really want me to see foreign names listed to typical North American english first and surnames. This bullshit started about a year ago when an E. Indian recruiter in Edmonton was emailing me and the emails weren't getting through. I eventually got her phone number, and we sent email tests back and forth to my two different email addresses while on the phone. Then she just dropped from sight, very unlike a recruiter. So..., the entire exercise seemed to be all about an E. Indian woman and me simultaneously talking and sending emails. Go figure, but it fits the pattern of senseless communications, sudden departures for no know reason, and the ongoing presentation of foreign names. I get plenty of strange names in the spam, and this too must be part of the ongoing fuckery.
The typo sabotage is intense tonight, time to go.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
An Early Tuesday
0925h
I was awakened this morning by excessive bird chirping, sparrow sized birds, and after a half hour, the seagull noises in all their near infinite variety were blended in, as if the birds were in competition, which they surely aren't, especially six stories up. This was my 50 minute pre-get-up noise assault along with excessive amounts of vehicle noise, and I was finally jerked out of bed at 0545h, an exceeding early time given the 10 and 11 hour sleeps the perps have been giving me. But as it was a Monday night, which takes me into Tuesday, it is the one night of the week that is routinely trashed for getting sufficient rest. Not that I suffer for it the next day, as the current harassment regimen somehow compensates me for lost sleep.
It is an laundry day and all the hassle that entails given the perps' obsessive interest in this subject, and they even put on a rare hallway stalker for the occasion, a chinless hangdog male, yet another "new" tenant (har, har) on this floor. Regular readers will know that the perps routinely draw gangstalkers from the Favored and the Unfavored demographic groups, and the emphasis is decidedly on the latter. The chinless act is decidedly of the Unfavored, and I have no direct knowledge as to why they have selected this group to draw from among others. This is a very consistent demographic grooup among the gangstalkers, and "my" theory, (read, planted notion), is that these specimens from the Unfavored demographic groups represent specific subconscious traumatization associations for which the conscious recall has been deleted. (Recall deletion has been applied to me in the past, pre-overt harassment, and more often in the past five years where they have developed more specific methods). And why the perps need to keep prompting me for subconscious recall is unknown to me; why not leave me alone for crissakes, as I am (or was) content without any belligerent remediation attempts, and no one asked me to be involved in this fucking nightmare, or more like, life-rape.
I had a two hour phone call with a Duplessis Orphan survivor, one who has very specific recall to the atrocities he suffered in the so-called orphanages that were really ersatz abuse and nonconsensual human experimentation centers applied to children. He was a rare escapee, getting out at age 14 and with the aid of the parents of a friend, he was given his day in court as a minor, and was awarded a court order to have him transfered to a reform school, also the scene of abuse. But at least he wasn't going to become a terminal experimentation subject. He explained to me that there was a specific ward where once placed, one doesn't ever come back in a form they once were, or even at all. Many children were out and out killed in these experimentations that lasted from the 1950's to the 1960's, all sanctioned at the highest provincial government levels and funded by CIA and Canadian government funds.
He escaped many times in the four years that he was attempting, and until the last time, the police would scoop him up. He would plead his case to the police and provide incriminating details and all they would do was take him back for more rounds of abuse. The abuse was sexual, physical and clinical. In the latter case, he was given LSD, electroshock (ECT), and many other debilitating medications. He is currently disabled, largely from the ECT treatments, and has medical records that show a drilled hole in his skull and broken vertebre in his neck that gives him considerable pain. He also told me about the ongoing battles to get compensation, and that there has been statute of limitations legislation specifically applied to the Duplessis survivors. But way of his relating his experiences, he re-affirmed my cynicism of governmental involvement in covert and abusive practices in this country, and the associated complicity of the legal and clinical communities. He made intimitations that he still can be harassed by a covert agency, but I did not dig into this for "some reason", as that would connect the his abuse directly to mine; a covert national agency that abuses children and adults alike. And too, he validated some of my conspiratorial notions as to the wide scope of institutionalized abuse; the Mt Cashel orphanage was another litany of abuse that went to the highest levels of the Newfoundland government and the lesser known Jericho Hill abuses in Vancouver also left the staff unpunished. The native Indians also have many legitimate complaints with the so-called residential schools programs, where religious organizations undertook schooling for native children jerked off the remote reserves. It was a sobering conversation to say the least, and I don't know where it all fits into the nonconsensual human experimentation panalopy, except to remark that creating extreme duress for children is (or was) a high priority, just as placement of them in my proximity as gangstalking support is too. I remain convinced that there is a "high cabal" that is guiding both the institutionalized child abuses as well as conducting targeted harassment of individuals like myself, and at some level, there is a coordinated plan.
1225h
I just finished making lunch, the first cooking in four days due in good part to the new one-slice per meal diet the assholes have me on. And what a rage-ified and abusive event; every move was foiled and fucked with, extra noise games with no conventional causal event, force fields placed on my kidneys that came on only when I turned in place (hence the reason they like me to take yoga, as it makes one more remotely readable), brown crumb inundations, the "just stand there" imposed space-outs, and other fuckery that kept me highly infuriated. All the while the noisescape was amped up. I was glad it was over, and perhaps this is meant to be high harassment day. I know for sure when I go to gym later and find out how many and how often the gangstalkers are parked up my asshole.
Before making lunch I dealt with the laundry. The timing was that I clicked on the command to shut the PC down, then the phone rang and it was in-town brother with some totally useless conversations which covered the event of the PC actually shutting down. Then I got up to go to the laundry but an insect had "arrived" on an adjacent wall and I popped it, and a gush of blood came forth, considerably more than the insect could hold, and so I was obliged to wash my hands of the fucking mess before attending to the laundry. Then when back, the perps constantly fucked with laundry folding, something they always do, and then they rage-fied me over that, as that particular fuckery has been going on for decades now, and it is about time they gave it a rest. Regular readers will know the perps have a total obsession over laundry, and have applied myriad stunts and games to me to disrupt the process, and long before the overt harassment fuckery became known to me. On "trick" of the old days was to add red dye to white or light color garments to then render them unwearable. Thankfully, the perps will not allow red, yellow or brown colored garments and even trashed a light blue sweater when they got serious in 2003, one year after it began. Even having East Indians stealing my laundry at the hospital and wearing my clothes for me to see was all fair game in those outrageous days. Not my problem; go fuck my brother's commercial laundry operation and figure it out.
The "blood gushing" insect was the second one that "wandered" into view today, and I now have a brown mark on the wall behind this LCD panel to denote where it met its end. And of course I was not allowed to deal with it with a paper towel, as the perps wanted me on reckless mode, so to cover the rationale for making the mess. The perps have long had the reckless behavior governed, and it makes me wonder how much in the news is effected by that very means.
1316h
More imposed dissonance along with noisestalking me in the much observed post-meal digestion period. Even the local weather website has been hacked to ensure that I am not allowed to see what it is in advance of heading to the gym, a half hour walk each way. Witholding the weather forecast has been a long standing trick, or else giving me the wrong one for the day is another. It makes no sense, but there are many hundreds of these stunts that go on all the time, plenty I am not even aware of.
I have done my daily web troving, having been awakened so early today, and I was sapped of any motivation to clean the bathroom while doing the laundry, the usual event coordination.
For something slack, I will put some pictures in.
Taken 05-07-2008, around 1200h. You will need to zoom in on this one. A classic; three silver-grey vehicles abreast on the left side, two are behind the tree and the parked silver-grey pickup truck is visible. Then orthogonally, there are three red vehicles parked in file, "anchored" by a red pickup truck. ON the right side, two white colored vehicle parked, and a "yellowjacket", a yellow dressed gangstalker, this one a bicycle. At the bottom right, one of those infernal Smart Cars that plague this city, likely for harassment reasons related to their studies in the scale of how I percieve everything. And a lone motorized wheelchair act on the sidewalk, a near standard gangstalking act that is aided by the battery they pack around, and the seated position of the driver.
Taken 05-08-2008, 1110h. Under the powerlines, and strough the tree branches are two white colored trades vans. The parking lot is empty for crissakes, and nearly always is save gangstalking vehicles, and the perps parked the vehicles on the grass, in parallel, and on the bias and not orthogonal with the street orientations. Vehicles like these have been parking in the lot regularly, sometimes all day, and this time they decided that perversity was the better part of valor.
Taken 05-11-2008, 1136h. This is the parked vehicle line-up, a varied one to be sure and nothing too orchestrated about this collection. The only detail observant and regular readers will recognize is the rightmost vehicle, this infernal and fugly flatdeck pickup, one that usually packs palettes around wherever I go; e.g. last residence location and on my way to gym, presumably part of the "wood stalking" act. There is nothing on the flatdeck which is rare, so I am assuming that there was palettes on it, and the perps are attempting some kind or energetic interaction with former objects (palettes) that were stored on the flat deck. This is common, having me exposed to persons formerly wearing a jacket, or walking through former locations of vehicles.
Taken 05-11-2008, 1136h. This photo seems to have extra blue tone added as well as having plenty of vehicles with shining reflections when they are in the shadow of a building. The only direct sunlight is on the center silver-grey vehicle of the three on the left, under the power lines. And my recall was deleted as to the actual colors of the vehicles. With the exception of the mid-blued colored vehicle at the bottom of the picture, all the other vehicles are either white colored or metallic silver-grey finishes. I am amazed at the perps' abilities to supply a plasmic sheen to the vehicles that are in the shade of the adjacent building, but this is nothing new, only a good example.
1645h
I am soaking from a dose of the Pseudosweats; I had tea and chocolate once I got back from gym, and hot tea and the warm day is enough of an excuse to make me sweat considerably more than normal. The perps have been causing extra sweating every year now when they went into overt harassment in 2002. The even pooled sweat on the keyboard tray, as if it rolled of my hands, which it did not do.
I had a four freak classmember gym class; the oily tubby dude I call Ethnic Gut was making sure to get in my way and cross my tracks and otherwise appear most of the time where I "happened" to be looking. The perps even sent in a blonde dress-alike woman for a cruise through the gym area where the "do squats" were loitering and not doing very much. She was in black pants and a deep ink blue top, as was I, but she had one pant leg pulled up to her knee to show off her navy blue knee pad/brace, whatever it was. I thought the act was totally bizarre, but that wasn't the most outrageous of the day.
I had three women in fuschia colored clothing within two minutes of departing from the gym, and the same again when I got back; the perps arranged a confluence of bright pink wearing women outside my apartment. There was a mother and young daughter and one more coming at me, and I ended up in the center of them. I stopped in at the supermarket on the way back, and lo if I didn't get a double dose of the same color combination. The dipshit ahead of me that "tripped" on the carpet at the entrance and dithered around to hold me up was wearing blue and purple colored hair locks among his black hair. I turned the corner, getting a shopping basket in the process, and lo, if there wasn't a same blue and purple "reflection" from a display coming off the floor. Identical in colors and intensity (brightness). Someone tell me that is a fluke with a straight face. I have never heard anything from the clinical crowd as to these challenges I offer, so I wonder if their dissembling reticence has any merit whatsoever.
I had plenty of ambulatory gangstalkers on the street, and they liked to cluster at intersections. At the "freak stop", the one location where the freak du jour hangs out they put on "Kenny Boy" again, the negro dude that "happened" to at the hospital when the fuckers kept me there in 2003. That name was given to him long before I heard about his namesake associated with the Enron debacle. As mentioned a few weeks ago when Kenny Boy deigned to talk to me, and then cut me off, he hasn't aged a day since I saw him in 2003. Funny how that "happens" to some of the regulars, like him, and then me. At least he wasn't wearing that ridiculous beret on his head.
And a I got an almost-dwarf gangstalker today. After two adult dwarves in the past week, the perps put on a small adult, 4'8" or so, and staring at me. I haven't quite figured out what this is all about, but thankfully it is one of the more rare harassment themes.
The perps put on this woman gangstalker twice last week, at the same area, Tuesday when W. bound, and then Thursday when E. bound. I met her as one of the parents of the children that were classmates of my daughter about 1992-4 or so. She is blonde, but rather unattractive, if not repitilian even, and the perps "needed" to run her past me twice in one week, once in each direction of my walk. She didn't bother to say hello, and the perps had me cranked up to not look at her beyond a confirmatory glance. Freaking bizarre to say the least.
There was the usual 500 to 1,000 color coordinated gangstalk vehicles coursing by as I walked to the gym and back, and at least that number again of parked vehicles. At one parking lot there was 8 deep metallic red colored vehicles clustered at a single glance. The street digging they were onto last week was still in progress; it is at least the sixth re-work of the asphalt and concrete at that one location. I see they got the steel plates pulled and the street width trench covered with asphalt. The perps are all over me with the obsession about petroleum products. Yesterday's mention of the perps drilling holes in the street for no apparent purpose near gasoline fueling stations needs to be revised. They rebuilt the tanks at two locations, and have drilled a hole in the street nearby at each. It boggles the mind as to how much work they go to and yet won't summon the gumption to face me. My current take on the perps is that they are fucking nuts, and as this sentiment gets noisestalked anytime I mention it, the notion must server their interests as well.
1735h
I am getting an overhead pounding noise the instant I start writing down a phone number, and now the excessively squealing brake noise is coming from outside, as if I hadn't closed my window.
2220h
I hear the overhead vacuuming noise has started up while listening to one of my favorite performers, Jill Barber. The perps like to map sounds together; especially if the music is much Favored they blend in some vile noise in the background.
Time to call this done for the day and ponder what tomorrow's inanities will bring.
I was awakened this morning by excessive bird chirping, sparrow sized birds, and after a half hour, the seagull noises in all their near infinite variety were blended in, as if the birds were in competition, which they surely aren't, especially six stories up. This was my 50 minute pre-get-up noise assault along with excessive amounts of vehicle noise, and I was finally jerked out of bed at 0545h, an exceeding early time given the 10 and 11 hour sleeps the perps have been giving me. But as it was a Monday night, which takes me into Tuesday, it is the one night of the week that is routinely trashed for getting sufficient rest. Not that I suffer for it the next day, as the current harassment regimen somehow compensates me for lost sleep.
It is an laundry day and all the hassle that entails given the perps' obsessive interest in this subject, and they even put on a rare hallway stalker for the occasion, a chinless hangdog male, yet another "new" tenant (har, har) on this floor. Regular readers will know that the perps routinely draw gangstalkers from the Favored and the Unfavored demographic groups, and the emphasis is decidedly on the latter. The chinless act is decidedly of the Unfavored, and I have no direct knowledge as to why they have selected this group to draw from among others. This is a very consistent demographic grooup among the gangstalkers, and "my" theory, (read, planted notion), is that these specimens from the Unfavored demographic groups represent specific subconscious traumatization associations for which the conscious recall has been deleted. (Recall deletion has been applied to me in the past, pre-overt harassment, and more often in the past five years where they have developed more specific methods). And why the perps need to keep prompting me for subconscious recall is unknown to me; why not leave me alone for crissakes, as I am (or was) content without any belligerent remediation attempts, and no one asked me to be involved in this fucking nightmare, or more like, life-rape.
I had a two hour phone call with a Duplessis Orphan survivor, one who has very specific recall to the atrocities he suffered in the so-called orphanages that were really ersatz abuse and nonconsensual human experimentation centers applied to children. He was a rare escapee, getting out at age 14 and with the aid of the parents of a friend, he was given his day in court as a minor, and was awarded a court order to have him transfered to a reform school, also the scene of abuse. But at least he wasn't going to become a terminal experimentation subject. He explained to me that there was a specific ward where once placed, one doesn't ever come back in a form they once were, or even at all. Many children were out and out killed in these experimentations that lasted from the 1950's to the 1960's, all sanctioned at the highest provincial government levels and funded by CIA and Canadian government funds.
He escaped many times in the four years that he was attempting, and until the last time, the police would scoop him up. He would plead his case to the police and provide incriminating details and all they would do was take him back for more rounds of abuse. The abuse was sexual, physical and clinical. In the latter case, he was given LSD, electroshock (ECT), and many other debilitating medications. He is currently disabled, largely from the ECT treatments, and has medical records that show a drilled hole in his skull and broken vertebre in his neck that gives him considerable pain. He also told me about the ongoing battles to get compensation, and that there has been statute of limitations legislation specifically applied to the Duplessis survivors. But way of his relating his experiences, he re-affirmed my cynicism of governmental involvement in covert and abusive practices in this country, and the associated complicity of the legal and clinical communities. He made intimitations that he still can be harassed by a covert agency, but I did not dig into this for "some reason", as that would connect the his abuse directly to mine; a covert national agency that abuses children and adults alike. And too, he validated some of my conspiratorial notions as to the wide scope of institutionalized abuse; the Mt Cashel orphanage was another litany of abuse that went to the highest levels of the Newfoundland government and the lesser known Jericho Hill abuses in Vancouver also left the staff unpunished. The native Indians also have many legitimate complaints with the so-called residential schools programs, where religious organizations undertook schooling for native children jerked off the remote reserves. It was a sobering conversation to say the least, and I don't know where it all fits into the nonconsensual human experimentation panalopy, except to remark that creating extreme duress for children is (or was) a high priority, just as placement of them in my proximity as gangstalking support is too. I remain convinced that there is a "high cabal" that is guiding both the institutionalized child abuses as well as conducting targeted harassment of individuals like myself, and at some level, there is a coordinated plan.
1225h
I just finished making lunch, the first cooking in four days due in good part to the new one-slice per meal diet the assholes have me on. And what a rage-ified and abusive event; every move was foiled and fucked with, extra noise games with no conventional causal event, force fields placed on my kidneys that came on only when I turned in place (hence the reason they like me to take yoga, as it makes one more remotely readable), brown crumb inundations, the "just stand there" imposed space-outs, and other fuckery that kept me highly infuriated. All the while the noisescape was amped up. I was glad it was over, and perhaps this is meant to be high harassment day. I know for sure when I go to gym later and find out how many and how often the gangstalkers are parked up my asshole.
Before making lunch I dealt with the laundry. The timing was that I clicked on the command to shut the PC down, then the phone rang and it was in-town brother with some totally useless conversations which covered the event of the PC actually shutting down. Then I got up to go to the laundry but an insect had "arrived" on an adjacent wall and I popped it, and a gush of blood came forth, considerably more than the insect could hold, and so I was obliged to wash my hands of the fucking mess before attending to the laundry. Then when back, the perps constantly fucked with laundry folding, something they always do, and then they rage-fied me over that, as that particular fuckery has been going on for decades now, and it is about time they gave it a rest. Regular readers will know the perps have a total obsession over laundry, and have applied myriad stunts and games to me to disrupt the process, and long before the overt harassment fuckery became known to me. On "trick" of the old days was to add red dye to white or light color garments to then render them unwearable. Thankfully, the perps will not allow red, yellow or brown colored garments and even trashed a light blue sweater when they got serious in 2003, one year after it began. Even having East Indians stealing my laundry at the hospital and wearing my clothes for me to see was all fair game in those outrageous days. Not my problem; go fuck my brother's commercial laundry operation and figure it out.
The "blood gushing" insect was the second one that "wandered" into view today, and I now have a brown mark on the wall behind this LCD panel to denote where it met its end. And of course I was not allowed to deal with it with a paper towel, as the perps wanted me on reckless mode, so to cover the rationale for making the mess. The perps have long had the reckless behavior governed, and it makes me wonder how much in the news is effected by that very means.
1316h
More imposed dissonance along with noisestalking me in the much observed post-meal digestion period. Even the local weather website has been hacked to ensure that I am not allowed to see what it is in advance of heading to the gym, a half hour walk each way. Witholding the weather forecast has been a long standing trick, or else giving me the wrong one for the day is another. It makes no sense, but there are many hundreds of these stunts that go on all the time, plenty I am not even aware of.
I have done my daily web troving, having been awakened so early today, and I was sapped of any motivation to clean the bathroom while doing the laundry, the usual event coordination.
For something slack, I will put some pictures in.
Taken 05-07-2008, around 1200h. You will need to zoom in on this one. A classic; three silver-grey vehicles abreast on the left side, two are behind the tree and the parked silver-grey pickup truck is visible. Then orthogonally, there are three red vehicles parked in file, "anchored" by a red pickup truck. ON the right side, two white colored vehicle parked, and a "yellowjacket", a yellow dressed gangstalker, this one a bicycle. At the bottom right, one of those infernal Smart Cars that plague this city, likely for harassment reasons related to their studies in the scale of how I percieve everything. And a lone motorized wheelchair act on the sidewalk, a near standard gangstalking act that is aided by the battery they pack around, and the seated position of the driver.
Taken 05-08-2008, 1110h. Under the powerlines, and strough the tree branches are two white colored trades vans. The parking lot is empty for crissakes, and nearly always is save gangstalking vehicles, and the perps parked the vehicles on the grass, in parallel, and on the bias and not orthogonal with the street orientations. Vehicles like these have been parking in the lot regularly, sometimes all day, and this time they decided that perversity was the better part of valor.
Taken 05-11-2008, 1136h. This is the parked vehicle line-up, a varied one to be sure and nothing too orchestrated about this collection. The only detail observant and regular readers will recognize is the rightmost vehicle, this infernal and fugly flatdeck pickup, one that usually packs palettes around wherever I go; e.g. last residence location and on my way to gym, presumably part of the "wood stalking" act. There is nothing on the flatdeck which is rare, so I am assuming that there was palettes on it, and the perps are attempting some kind or energetic interaction with former objects (palettes) that were stored on the flat deck. This is common, having me exposed to persons formerly wearing a jacket, or walking through former locations of vehicles.
Taken 05-11-2008, 1136h. This photo seems to have extra blue tone added as well as having plenty of vehicles with shining reflections when they are in the shadow of a building. The only direct sunlight is on the center silver-grey vehicle of the three on the left, under the power lines. And my recall was deleted as to the actual colors of the vehicles. With the exception of the mid-blued colored vehicle at the bottom of the picture, all the other vehicles are either white colored or metallic silver-grey finishes. I am amazed at the perps' abilities to supply a plasmic sheen to the vehicles that are in the shade of the adjacent building, but this is nothing new, only a good example.
1645h
I am soaking from a dose of the Pseudosweats; I had tea and chocolate once I got back from gym, and hot tea and the warm day is enough of an excuse to make me sweat considerably more than normal. The perps have been causing extra sweating every year now when they went into overt harassment in 2002. The even pooled sweat on the keyboard tray, as if it rolled of my hands, which it did not do.
I had a four freak classmember gym class; the oily tubby dude I call Ethnic Gut was making sure to get in my way and cross my tracks and otherwise appear most of the time where I "happened" to be looking. The perps even sent in a blonde dress-alike woman for a cruise through the gym area where the "do squats" were loitering and not doing very much. She was in black pants and a deep ink blue top, as was I, but she had one pant leg pulled up to her knee to show off her navy blue knee pad/brace, whatever it was. I thought the act was totally bizarre, but that wasn't the most outrageous of the day.
I had three women in fuschia colored clothing within two minutes of departing from the gym, and the same again when I got back; the perps arranged a confluence of bright pink wearing women outside my apartment. There was a mother and young daughter and one more coming at me, and I ended up in the center of them. I stopped in at the supermarket on the way back, and lo if I didn't get a double dose of the same color combination. The dipshit ahead of me that "tripped" on the carpet at the entrance and dithered around to hold me up was wearing blue and purple colored hair locks among his black hair. I turned the corner, getting a shopping basket in the process, and lo, if there wasn't a same blue and purple "reflection" from a display coming off the floor. Identical in colors and intensity (brightness). Someone tell me that is a fluke with a straight face. I have never heard anything from the clinical crowd as to these challenges I offer, so I wonder if their dissembling reticence has any merit whatsoever.
I had plenty of ambulatory gangstalkers on the street, and they liked to cluster at intersections. At the "freak stop", the one location where the freak du jour hangs out they put on "Kenny Boy" again, the negro dude that "happened" to at the hospital when the fuckers kept me there in 2003. That name was given to him long before I heard about his namesake associated with the Enron debacle. As mentioned a few weeks ago when Kenny Boy deigned to talk to me, and then cut me off, he hasn't aged a day since I saw him in 2003. Funny how that "happens" to some of the regulars, like him, and then me. At least he wasn't wearing that ridiculous beret on his head.
And a I got an almost-dwarf gangstalker today. After two adult dwarves in the past week, the perps put on a small adult, 4'8" or so, and staring at me. I haven't quite figured out what this is all about, but thankfully it is one of the more rare harassment themes.
The perps put on this woman gangstalker twice last week, at the same area, Tuesday when W. bound, and then Thursday when E. bound. I met her as one of the parents of the children that were classmates of my daughter about 1992-4 or so. She is blonde, but rather unattractive, if not repitilian even, and the perps "needed" to run her past me twice in one week, once in each direction of my walk. She didn't bother to say hello, and the perps had me cranked up to not look at her beyond a confirmatory glance. Freaking bizarre to say the least.
There was the usual 500 to 1,000 color coordinated gangstalk vehicles coursing by as I walked to the gym and back, and at least that number again of parked vehicles. At one parking lot there was 8 deep metallic red colored vehicles clustered at a single glance. The street digging they were onto last week was still in progress; it is at least the sixth re-work of the asphalt and concrete at that one location. I see they got the steel plates pulled and the street width trench covered with asphalt. The perps are all over me with the obsession about petroleum products. Yesterday's mention of the perps drilling holes in the street for no apparent purpose near gasoline fueling stations needs to be revised. They rebuilt the tanks at two locations, and have drilled a hole in the street nearby at each. It boggles the mind as to how much work they go to and yet won't summon the gumption to face me. My current take on the perps is that they are fucking nuts, and as this sentiment gets noisestalked anytime I mention it, the notion must server their interests as well.
1735h
I am getting an overhead pounding noise the instant I start writing down a phone number, and now the excessively squealing brake noise is coming from outside, as if I hadn't closed my window.
2220h
I hear the overhead vacuuming noise has started up while listening to one of my favorite performers, Jill Barber. The perps like to map sounds together; especially if the music is much Favored they blend in some vile noise in the background.
Time to call this done for the day and ponder what tomorrow's inanities will bring.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Rage-ify Victim Over Brown Colored Food
1110h
True to form, the perps cranked me up to rage-ified levels when making breakfast, specifically before making coffee and then when applying peanut butter and jam to my gluten free bread slice. This has been going on for a long time, over a year now, where they annoy me with transitory finger control impairments, flicking food around, planting crumbs or the sensation thereof on my fingertips, look-at-the-wrong object games (e.g. looking in the wrong cupboard for the coffe pot), and other annoyances that I am not allowed to recall at the moment. So many of the games come back to the color brown if one looks at the list of incursions, impositions and gangstalking color organization.
I have also been getting major vision impairment games all morning; not only the constant swirl of filamentous masers drifting in my field of vision, but vision dithering for a few seconds before I move my head to shake it off. Or more like, they have me shake my head and then relent on applying the vision impairments as if they were connected events of my doing, which it surely isn't.
Another bullshit game erupted this morning; they had me enter an appointment in my diary two weeks into the past, screwing me out of knowing what the date was and which way to page through the book. Another forced never-before behavior, making an appointment entry of a future commitment by paging through the diary in the wrong direction. But they did allow me to write in down for the correct day of the week, another realm of mind-fuck skirmishes that has also been imposed.
This is, and will be, a disruptive week for the perps;
Sunday -no parental visit or arrival back at my apartment for Monday
Monday -activity to help relocate someone
Tuesday (today) -no gym, but instead pickup my mother at the airport,
Wednesday -a dental appointment for teeth cleaning and
Thursday -no yoga, only gym later.
There may well be more disruption to come, as the perps like to keep me clueless about events and all the associated ramifications. And that is an exciting moment for the perps, disrupting my schedule for whatever reason. I expect a vehicular gangstalk show when travelling to the airport and back to be thousands of vehicles owing to larger roads and faster highway traffic.
1730h
I am back to my apartment after busing to my parent's place, driving their vehicle to run an errand in getting Hoagland's book, Dark Mission, and then out to the airport as my mother arrived at 1430h. I had to wait some twenty minutes, and was treated to the freakshow while in the seat next to a crimson red Mercedes that was placed in the arrivals lobby. As the perps are so cranked on getting red color exposure of late, especially with an "eruption" of red zits on my chest, this seemed like a perfect set up for them. And plenty of irregular fuckwits were coursing by, even a Paint Man, the faux commercial painter act with coveralls that were dabbed in yellow and brown pastels. One fucker went out of his way to pass within an inch of me, and when I whispered "asshole" he turns around and gives me this spaced out look. And lo, if the perps didn't bring out the cardboard box packing operative to turn a corner in front of me; a stunt that has been pictured in past blog postings. At the luggage conveyor the two seedy ethnic dudes loitering in my proximity after doing some back and forths with cardboard boxes, and who were not on the flight, "happened" to have a plastic wrapped brown box that they pulled off beside me and at the same time as I pulled off my mother's light brown colored luggage. And some 6' away and still in the luggage area were a young couple with an upside bicycle and its cardboard box, seemingly assembling it. Every day I am outside the perps are sending bicycles after and by me on the sidewalks and here in an airport arrivals area they are pulling the same kind of stunt. It is fucking tiresome to be hounded all the time.
Then a drive back with a stop-by shop at a grocery store, and then onto their place. Then some tea with a Kitkat bar, and then we drove downtown to drop me off and she drove back. I wasn't sure as to the evening arrangements and had my pack with me as well, though didn't use any of the contents. And it was a vehicular gangstalking of at least 2,000 vehicles on the wider and faster highway portions, and there were plenty of clusters of same colored vehicles; a white colored cluster of eight, a silver-grey cluster of five, and ditto for an all black color cluster of vehicles. It was phenomenonal as to how many vehicles had been arranged, and I had my own posse around me that stopped me from weaving in and out. I had three black colored vehicles in file ahead of me when driving into downtown led by a red and white painted VW van, of the vintage that I once owned. Two of them split off the cluster, and then it was only the black BMW in between me and the VW van. Normally I get a white colored in-file posse of vehicles between me and the red lead gangstalk vehicle, but today for whatever reason, they switched over to a black colored vehicle posse for their color reference purposes.
Other activity at the airport was having these dudes in insipid green checked shirts hanging around, as if they were needing a day job. On the bus to my parent's place there was a minor freakshow; at one point they had four green dressed gangstalkers seated around me, and an additional fuckwit with green dyed hair. I had my Asian dudes in front of me and they stayed there for most of the bus trip. Normally, they are pulled off halfway through the bus trip. And at the bus stop where the perps loaded up at least 10 passengers, many wearing red colors, they were drilling 12" holes in the sidewalk and deeper, and when I returned, they were poking large steel bars into the hole for whatever reason. This is the second instance of seeming pointless hole drilling within 20' of a gas station I have encountered in the past six months. I also got at least three petroleum tankers placed nearby when bus travelling or driving, and even one directly in front of me who drove over the center of the roundabout, a red brick colored surface, rather than driving around the arc. Traffic roundabouts are the lastest civic road maintenance "upgrade" in this city, and are totally needless IMHO.
My mother wasted no time in fishing as to my helping job yesterday, and it did cause me to wonder if she had been there, just in morphover. There was one seeming friend of the apartment owner who was helping and who seemed particularly adept in following me in the course of the moving activity. She was dressed in light yellow sweater and deep brown pants. As in, isn't that a common color combination? Yep.
She was also going on about the terrible cyclone in Burma, and how devastating it was. I take these lead-ins to be perp directed topics, as they have such a morbid fascination with demise and disasters, and all the associations that go with it. See the Pondering The Perp's Objectives at the right to get a summary of this particular fascination for them.
After seeing the Hoagland interviews on Project Camelot, I bought his book, Dark Mission, about NASA coverups and other secrets that they keep. It is painfully clear that they have been masking what we see for a long time, either the Moon, Mars or possibly other planets where there have been fly pasts. It remains to be seen if I will be allowed to read the book, as the perps began some maser annoyances to stop me reading after about 20 pages. They have done this to me with other books, even ones I have long coveted.
1930h
Another round of directed "reflections" off the nearby residential tower is beaming into my apartment. Seemingly, it wasn't enough to bug me in my left side peripherial vision with this bright spot, so now the perps have taken to flickering and strobing the light, especially as I read about important topics, those described in the Pondering the Perp's Objectives, link to the right.
The flickering "reflections" were diminished some by pulling the curtains and having the light grey curtain dim the intensity. Of late, the perps have increased the intensity to keep up the annoyance level again. Yet another game with small minds, this at dusk where they go extra silly. See yesterday's blog for the pictures, some of them rather telling that something odd is going on IMHO.
I was also treated to a whack of plasma fuckery when driving earlier; a deep yellow vehicle and a white colored vehicle were driving side by side and boxing me in when the perps scattered yellow and blue plasma around each side of the yellow colored vehicle. This went on for five seconds or so, and wasn't debilitating in any way, something they are capable of if they chose so.
There is an increase of Harley Davidson motorcycle noise and loud mufflered vehicles, and this too is coordinated with content or images that I am viewing online, or web page changes. Other ongoing fuckery is overloading my mouth with saliva and thereby forcing more swallowing, and noise augmented swallowing to keep up the internal head noise that is constantly maintained.
2000h
It is dusk time still, and the perps had me send an email to my brother about two minutes ago, before I got up to turn the lights on here. It seems that the quality, source and intensity of light is a big part of the harassment game.
Taken 05-01-2008, 1747h. A east-west oriented street that is visible from my balcony. On the left side of the street is a navy blue vehicle parked behind the power pole, then a white vehicle beside the mid-street white vehicle, then a silver-grey vehicle with a mid-grey one immediately behind it. On the right side of the street is parked silver grey vehicle, then a navy blue vehicle, then a white trades van "laddered up", a white VW Vanagon (with a white fiberglas canopy/roof) and a black or mid-grey vehicle at the head of the file. The white vehicle in mid street is mobile, and I reckon this setup was all about testing the same vehicle colors on either side of the street, one side in shade (left side of the street), and the right side in the sun.
Taken 05-02-2008, 1103h. Here is "Ladder Patrol" as I call them; the two closest laddered vehicles are waiting at the traffic light, and the silver-grey pickup behind is parked. Note that there is no common association among these vehicles, and that having a Ladder Patrol in my proximity is nothing unusual. I suspect that the rungs, as an ordered array of tubes, has some gravitic properties that the perps are attempting to leverage. See this posting for the Grebennikov Cavity Structures Effect.
Taken 05-02-2008, 1103h, only a few seconds later to show the entire scene of all parked and stopped vehicles. This seems to be a full-on test of the copper color (lead vehicle in closest lane) to that of deep metallic red, parked beside it. Regular readers will know that the perps have an obsession over the copper color and all things copper, and this seems to be some kind of color testing in place with plenty of adjacent "reference colors"; black, white, and silver-grey, which covers the rest of the vehicles, save the white colored commercial pickup with the green livery. That should be enough symmetry to convince the most adverse denial asshole that there is something totally irregular about the color of vehicles in my proximity. If you can zoom in there is a similar vehicle arrangement on the side street to the left.
Taken 05-01-2008, 1747h, same time as the topmost photo. Here is a cute little setup of parked vehicles orchestrated by color and basking in the shadow of this apartment building, the direct light just catching the tail of that fugly Lexus sports car on the right. The second to last vehicle has a black fiberglas roof pod, a very common accessory in the vehicular gangstalking realm. That infernal white plastic bag is still stuck in the tree, and has served the perps to be some kind of color and material reference all fall and winter, and now spring. A Plastic Bag man is walking in the courtyard of the residential tower, a very common sight whenever I am "happening" to look outside, even for subsecond long glances.
I have a notion that jeans, as in the denim pants that are so ubiquitous, with copper rivets in them, just might be some kind of perp created garment to make one more readable, and more controllable from afar. Perhaps this is why they are so obsessed over copper metal. And of course, that is the only pants that I wear, save for exercise. Just a passing notion.
2225h
I am getting some kind of cognitive disruption where I am not allowed to read this over and undertake any repairs. I hope the above reads OK, launching it out while under duress.
True to form, the perps cranked me up to rage-ified levels when making breakfast, specifically before making coffee and then when applying peanut butter and jam to my gluten free bread slice. This has been going on for a long time, over a year now, where they annoy me with transitory finger control impairments, flicking food around, planting crumbs or the sensation thereof on my fingertips, look-at-the-wrong object games (e.g. looking in the wrong cupboard for the coffe pot), and other annoyances that I am not allowed to recall at the moment. So many of the games come back to the color brown if one looks at the list of incursions, impositions and gangstalking color organization.
I have also been getting major vision impairment games all morning; not only the constant swirl of filamentous masers drifting in my field of vision, but vision dithering for a few seconds before I move my head to shake it off. Or more like, they have me shake my head and then relent on applying the vision impairments as if they were connected events of my doing, which it surely isn't.
Another bullshit game erupted this morning; they had me enter an appointment in my diary two weeks into the past, screwing me out of knowing what the date was and which way to page through the book. Another forced never-before behavior, making an appointment entry of a future commitment by paging through the diary in the wrong direction. But they did allow me to write in down for the correct day of the week, another realm of mind-fuck skirmishes that has also been imposed.
This is, and will be, a disruptive week for the perps;
Sunday -no parental visit or arrival back at my apartment for Monday
Monday -activity to help relocate someone
Tuesday (today) -no gym, but instead pickup my mother at the airport,
Wednesday -a dental appointment for teeth cleaning and
Thursday -no yoga, only gym later.
There may well be more disruption to come, as the perps like to keep me clueless about events and all the associated ramifications. And that is an exciting moment for the perps, disrupting my schedule for whatever reason. I expect a vehicular gangstalk show when travelling to the airport and back to be thousands of vehicles owing to larger roads and faster highway traffic.
1730h
I am back to my apartment after busing to my parent's place, driving their vehicle to run an errand in getting Hoagland's book, Dark Mission, and then out to the airport as my mother arrived at 1430h. I had to wait some twenty minutes, and was treated to the freakshow while in the seat next to a crimson red Mercedes that was placed in the arrivals lobby. As the perps are so cranked on getting red color exposure of late, especially with an "eruption" of red zits on my chest, this seemed like a perfect set up for them. And plenty of irregular fuckwits were coursing by, even a Paint Man, the faux commercial painter act with coveralls that were dabbed in yellow and brown pastels. One fucker went out of his way to pass within an inch of me, and when I whispered "asshole" he turns around and gives me this spaced out look. And lo, if the perps didn't bring out the cardboard box packing operative to turn a corner in front of me; a stunt that has been pictured in past blog postings. At the luggage conveyor the two seedy ethnic dudes loitering in my proximity after doing some back and forths with cardboard boxes, and who were not on the flight, "happened" to have a plastic wrapped brown box that they pulled off beside me and at the same time as I pulled off my mother's light brown colored luggage. And some 6' away and still in the luggage area were a young couple with an upside bicycle and its cardboard box, seemingly assembling it. Every day I am outside the perps are sending bicycles after and by me on the sidewalks and here in an airport arrivals area they are pulling the same kind of stunt. It is fucking tiresome to be hounded all the time.
Then a drive back with a stop-by shop at a grocery store, and then onto their place. Then some tea with a Kitkat bar, and then we drove downtown to drop me off and she drove back. I wasn't sure as to the evening arrangements and had my pack with me as well, though didn't use any of the contents. And it was a vehicular gangstalking of at least 2,000 vehicles on the wider and faster highway portions, and there were plenty of clusters of same colored vehicles; a white colored cluster of eight, a silver-grey cluster of five, and ditto for an all black color cluster of vehicles. It was phenomenonal as to how many vehicles had been arranged, and I had my own posse around me that stopped me from weaving in and out. I had three black colored vehicles in file ahead of me when driving into downtown led by a red and white painted VW van, of the vintage that I once owned. Two of them split off the cluster, and then it was only the black BMW in between me and the VW van. Normally I get a white colored in-file posse of vehicles between me and the red lead gangstalk vehicle, but today for whatever reason, they switched over to a black colored vehicle posse for their color reference purposes.
Other activity at the airport was having these dudes in insipid green checked shirts hanging around, as if they were needing a day job. On the bus to my parent's place there was a minor freakshow; at one point they had four green dressed gangstalkers seated around me, and an additional fuckwit with green dyed hair. I had my Asian dudes in front of me and they stayed there for most of the bus trip. Normally, they are pulled off halfway through the bus trip. And at the bus stop where the perps loaded up at least 10 passengers, many wearing red colors, they were drilling 12" holes in the sidewalk and deeper, and when I returned, they were poking large steel bars into the hole for whatever reason. This is the second instance of seeming pointless hole drilling within 20' of a gas station I have encountered in the past six months. I also got at least three petroleum tankers placed nearby when bus travelling or driving, and even one directly in front of me who drove over the center of the roundabout, a red brick colored surface, rather than driving around the arc. Traffic roundabouts are the lastest civic road maintenance "upgrade" in this city, and are totally needless IMHO.
My mother wasted no time in fishing as to my helping job yesterday, and it did cause me to wonder if she had been there, just in morphover. There was one seeming friend of the apartment owner who was helping and who seemed particularly adept in following me in the course of the moving activity. She was dressed in light yellow sweater and deep brown pants. As in, isn't that a common color combination? Yep.
She was also going on about the terrible cyclone in Burma, and how devastating it was. I take these lead-ins to be perp directed topics, as they have such a morbid fascination with demise and disasters, and all the associations that go with it. See the Pondering The Perp's Objectives at the right to get a summary of this particular fascination for them.
After seeing the Hoagland interviews on Project Camelot, I bought his book, Dark Mission, about NASA coverups and other secrets that they keep. It is painfully clear that they have been masking what we see for a long time, either the Moon, Mars or possibly other planets where there have been fly pasts. It remains to be seen if I will be allowed to read the book, as the perps began some maser annoyances to stop me reading after about 20 pages. They have done this to me with other books, even ones I have long coveted.
1930h
Another round of directed "reflections" off the nearby residential tower is beaming into my apartment. Seemingly, it wasn't enough to bug me in my left side peripherial vision with this bright spot, so now the perps have taken to flickering and strobing the light, especially as I read about important topics, those described in the Pondering the Perp's Objectives, link to the right.
The flickering "reflections" were diminished some by pulling the curtains and having the light grey curtain dim the intensity. Of late, the perps have increased the intensity to keep up the annoyance level again. Yet another game with small minds, this at dusk where they go extra silly. See yesterday's blog for the pictures, some of them rather telling that something odd is going on IMHO.
I was also treated to a whack of plasma fuckery when driving earlier; a deep yellow vehicle and a white colored vehicle were driving side by side and boxing me in when the perps scattered yellow and blue plasma around each side of the yellow colored vehicle. This went on for five seconds or so, and wasn't debilitating in any way, something they are capable of if they chose so.
There is an increase of Harley Davidson motorcycle noise and loud mufflered vehicles, and this too is coordinated with content or images that I am viewing online, or web page changes. Other ongoing fuckery is overloading my mouth with saliva and thereby forcing more swallowing, and noise augmented swallowing to keep up the internal head noise that is constantly maintained.
2000h
It is dusk time still, and the perps had me send an email to my brother about two minutes ago, before I got up to turn the lights on here. It seems that the quality, source and intensity of light is a big part of the harassment game.
Taken 05-01-2008, 1747h. A east-west oriented street that is visible from my balcony. On the left side of the street is a navy blue vehicle parked behind the power pole, then a white vehicle beside the mid-street white vehicle, then a silver-grey vehicle with a mid-grey one immediately behind it. On the right side of the street is parked silver grey vehicle, then a navy blue vehicle, then a white trades van "laddered up", a white VW Vanagon (with a white fiberglas canopy/roof) and a black or mid-grey vehicle at the head of the file. The white vehicle in mid street is mobile, and I reckon this setup was all about testing the same vehicle colors on either side of the street, one side in shade (left side of the street), and the right side in the sun.
Taken 05-02-2008, 1103h. Here is "Ladder Patrol" as I call them; the two closest laddered vehicles are waiting at the traffic light, and the silver-grey pickup behind is parked. Note that there is no common association among these vehicles, and that having a Ladder Patrol in my proximity is nothing unusual. I suspect that the rungs, as an ordered array of tubes, has some gravitic properties that the perps are attempting to leverage. See this posting for the Grebennikov Cavity Structures Effect.
Taken 05-02-2008, 1103h, only a few seconds later to show the entire scene of all parked and stopped vehicles. This seems to be a full-on test of the copper color (lead vehicle in closest lane) to that of deep metallic red, parked beside it. Regular readers will know that the perps have an obsession over the copper color and all things copper, and this seems to be some kind of color testing in place with plenty of adjacent "reference colors"; black, white, and silver-grey, which covers the rest of the vehicles, save the white colored commercial pickup with the green livery. That should be enough symmetry to convince the most adverse denial asshole that there is something totally irregular about the color of vehicles in my proximity. If you can zoom in there is a similar vehicle arrangement on the side street to the left.
Taken 05-01-2008, 1747h, same time as the topmost photo. Here is a cute little setup of parked vehicles orchestrated by color and basking in the shadow of this apartment building, the direct light just catching the tail of that fugly Lexus sports car on the right. The second to last vehicle has a black fiberglas roof pod, a very common accessory in the vehicular gangstalking realm. That infernal white plastic bag is still stuck in the tree, and has served the perps to be some kind of color and material reference all fall and winter, and now spring. A Plastic Bag man is walking in the courtyard of the residential tower, a very common sight whenever I am "happening" to look outside, even for subsecond long glances.
I have a notion that jeans, as in the denim pants that are so ubiquitous, with copper rivets in them, just might be some kind of perp created garment to make one more readable, and more controllable from afar. Perhaps this is why they are so obsessed over copper metal. And of course, that is the only pants that I wear, save for exercise. Just a passing notion.
2225h
I am getting some kind of cognitive disruption where I am not allowed to read this over and undertake any repairs. I hope the above reads OK, launching it out while under duress.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Wallet Unload Excitement
1245h
Today I went down the ATM and deposited some cash I had acquired, legally. It was a yellow colored check, 20's (green with embedded holographic strip) and a 50 (orange with a holographic strip). Not a big deal, but as the perps manage me for my wallet contents extensively and everything for its color and proximity, it was a big deal for them. Then I was off to the LD store to supply a new prescription (white paper, kept in my wallet), and lo, if the doctor hadn't pulled his practice (seemingly) and all his Rx's are invalid. Somehow, the pharmacist knew this without even looking it up. And of course I was mind-fucked into buying this bullshit and of course no alternatives were availible. (Like phoning the replacement doctor and have the pharmacy fax the original Rx to them for the new doctor's signature). It is amazing how many impasses get "arranged" like this where there is no suggestions to aid the (orchestrated) "problem", and no alternatives "come to mind". And lo, if they didn't screw my recall around and have me think the pharmacy retained the Rx when they gave it back to me. I once called those fundamental mistakes of recall "brain vapor lock", but now I know it is a managed situation, courtesy of my mind-keepers and their games.
After all that excitement over reducing the bills in my wallet, the perps had me go out again to buy a hot cooked chicken, and make two outside excursions when one comprehensive trip would of sufficed. I don't get the luxury of being efficient or thoughtful about planning my activities. This is also a big gangstalk event, and the cummulative summary of the notable freakshow gangstalkers drawn from the Unfavored demographic groups was:
I had five 100g chocolate bars in my shopping basket at the grocery store, and mysteriously none when I emptied my grocery bags at home. Nor was I charged for them, and I am allowed to recall that I put them on the checkout conveyor belt and "somehow" they got missed by the checkout cashier. Fucking bizarre. And many more gangstalkers are on their cell phones within 6' of me, sometimes one each side of me. I have never seen so many people on their cell phones of late, and especially at street corners, or else as a sentry job. A blonde woman did a mid-sidewalk "stand there" stunt with her cell phone while another gangstalker 10' further away, a brown skinned and brown coated female was 10' away, also doing a "just stand there" stunt in mid sidewalk. The arrangement that I was walking toward the blonde who was closest, and then the browner, or perhaps in my cynical code, the double browner (Asian woman in brown coat) was standing there to have me pass between them while both were standing still.
1725h
I went to my gym class and back, a 30 minute walk each way, and the usual 500 to 1,000 gangstalking vehicles were arranged in color and vehicle style formations. I got a four freak foursome in my class, Mr. Ethnic Gut in yellow, Mr. New Bald in a burgundy sweater, Mr. Alkie, the seeming ex-alcoholic look of being exceptionally thin and drawn and Fat Boy who "happened" to arrive behind me one block away and tail me inside. He must of been teleported as it was very windy and he was on plastic bag duty, carrying one that somehow got within 4' before I heard the bag flapping. This is nothing new to have assholes arrive on my tail from nowhere, inside or outside. They all "happened" to converge on me when I was in the change room, attempting to get the fuck out of there, having been gangstalked the entire time, though not as bad as some times. No one was planted beside me doing nothing but look around, an improvement of a kind.
The walk there and back was beset by my own "mini-wind", extra gales that are contained around me, and me alone. And that wasn't enough, as they then scripted blowing rain around me too, even if there was none falling on the incessant vehicles that were passing by. As an added measure, there were significant wet patches of sidewalk that the perps kept wet all day, while elsewhere was dry. They put a rain on first thing this morning before I set off, and that was the putative "cause" for wet patches even if there had been sun and wind since then. After seeing so many of the tricks that go down, I don't believe much of what I see has a conventional basis for happening.
The ambulatory gangstalkers on the street were place to come out of a shaded lighting condition as they were within 8' of approaching me. This was so consistent that it doesn't surprise me, especially the games that go on with manipulation of lighting, vehicle and skin tone colors. My native Indian woman vagrant act was in place again when coming back, bumming from stopped vehicles at the traffic control. After having brown colored jackets twice last week, she was in a grey coat today. Only in perpland do the seeming vagrants go through three coat changes in a week.
I had a party of 30 Asian women "happening" to be walking altogether on the sidewalk pass me by. The seemed to have been let off the bus at a bus stop and then filed toward me, crossing paths at a sidewalk (concrete) street (ashspalt) interface. Regular readers will know how beserk the perps are about studying me with respect to these materials, so having a swarm at this location does not surprise me. And it was no surprise there was a surfeit of Asian women at the gym when I got there, even monopolizing the usual equipment I work out on.
And I was the recipient of a new harassment method; whistling that seemed to come from a close source, say 15' or less, and yet there was no one there to at least pretend to be doing so. This is radical departure from the perp's usual extra-conventional harassment games, as they have rarely gone public with such a blatant stunt. It happened twice while I was walking back from the gym. I get plenty of this noise from the street where there is at least the cover story that it is from someone I cannot see, but today's unabashed noise insertion suggests more harassment without ostensible cause.
1935h
Back to the above mentioned wallet issue. As an aside, the perps have pulled off about 15 wallet thefts since I began to carry one some 40 years ago. In some situations they stole it from my jacket at work immediately following loading up on cash at the ATM. This was at my worksite, and I never left the area except for a 3 minute visitation to the washroom, and yet it was mysteriously gone. I could never figure out how someone could of followed me and then somehow loitered unseen in an office building ready to pounce at the one free moment. But as I have had many other wallet thefts and "misplacings" where it could not be found, it all makes sense when one understands that objects can be manipulated and dematerialized from a distance. Or, alternately, one's mental faculties can be readily dithered to "lose" it somehow.
When I walk to the gym and yoga I wear my track pants, with the wallet in a zippered front pocket. Invariably I take it out and lock it up or have it within my sight so the wallet isn't flopping around as I work out. I would imagine that the perps' fascination with my wallet, its contents, and the colors and materials of all contained objects extends to having it elsewhere than my right back pocket, and this "alternative" suits them fine, as they haven't stolen it since 2004. In the latter instance, someone phoned me some 6 months later and claimed to have found it in the bush, without the money of course. That one probably cost me $200. This serves only as a record of the perps' fixation with my wallet, and hopefully as a warning to all TI's that they could have theirs stolen to facilitate the perps' research agenda.
2300h
I spent some time looking at Infra Red (IR) cameras and sensors. This has been a perps sponsored "interest" since the harassment began, and I supect that it serves their needs more than mine. (The remote TV control sends and IR beam, and lo, if about 80% of the time my parents don't walk in front of the TV immediately before or after I use the remote control). This interest in IR began because I read that the US Homeland Security (keeping residents in maybe?) has put out a ban on mere mortals acquiring IR cameras, per this link from Earthfiles. It could all be made up to instignate my "interest", but I would not be surprised. Some of my photography has picked up some interesting anomalies, but I never could get into IR sensitive film as the perps had damaged my film camera by then. That might be all academic as it appears that Kodak is not making IR sensitive film any more.
Time to call this day done, and ponder tonight's tossing and turning imposition. Last night, the perps kept me up for an hour before allowing sleep, plying me with noise from outside and then flipping my head to each side countless times.
Today I went down the ATM and deposited some cash I had acquired, legally. It was a yellow colored check, 20's (green with embedded holographic strip) and a 50 (orange with a holographic strip). Not a big deal, but as the perps manage me for my wallet contents extensively and everything for its color and proximity, it was a big deal for them. Then I was off to the LD store to supply a new prescription (white paper, kept in my wallet), and lo, if the doctor hadn't pulled his practice (seemingly) and all his Rx's are invalid. Somehow, the pharmacist knew this without even looking it up. And of course I was mind-fucked into buying this bullshit and of course no alternatives were availible. (Like phoning the replacement doctor and have the pharmacy fax the original Rx to them for the new doctor's signature). It is amazing how many impasses get "arranged" like this where there is no suggestions to aid the (orchestrated) "problem", and no alternatives "come to mind". And lo, if they didn't screw my recall around and have me think the pharmacy retained the Rx when they gave it back to me. I once called those fundamental mistakes of recall "brain vapor lock", but now I know it is a managed situation, courtesy of my mind-keepers and their games.
After all that excitement over reducing the bills in my wallet, the perps had me go out again to buy a hot cooked chicken, and make two outside excursions when one comprehensive trip would of sufficed. I don't get the luxury of being efficient or thoughtful about planning my activities. This is also a big gangstalk event, and the cummulative summary of the notable freakshow gangstalkers drawn from the Unfavored demographic groups was:
- red hatted ambulatory gangstalkers,
- a lead-ahead gangstalker 15' in front of me with an avocado green jacket pulling a180 degree about face stunt,
- placing five commercial trucks and/or tractor units in a cluster and plugging the entire street with them, including a tractor trailer in the center of the road,
- the split pair vagrant dudes gangstalk move,
- the split pair policemen at the inside entrance of the apartment building,
- the big hatted middle aged geriatric dudes (>4),
- the carved faced black dressed vagrant pacing back and forth,
- his counter (opposite) pacing Asian dude in the same colored clothes, same store area,
- the geriatric standing around the jam area of the grocery store with a shopping cart over five minutes, doing nothing but "looking" (looking fucking stupid),
- the cell phoning dude in place beside the Cling Wrap, a notorious perp harassment object, when I was to get some,
- geriatrics standing around me in the lineup at the pharmacy,
- the geriatrics standing around me at the chicken counter, shopping basket placed on the floor,
- and the rest of the weirds that collect around me, then I was done.
I had five 100g chocolate bars in my shopping basket at the grocery store, and mysteriously none when I emptied my grocery bags at home. Nor was I charged for them, and I am allowed to recall that I put them on the checkout conveyor belt and "somehow" they got missed by the checkout cashier. Fucking bizarre. And many more gangstalkers are on their cell phones within 6' of me, sometimes one each side of me. I have never seen so many people on their cell phones of late, and especially at street corners, or else as a sentry job. A blonde woman did a mid-sidewalk "stand there" stunt with her cell phone while another gangstalker 10' further away, a brown skinned and brown coated female was 10' away, also doing a "just stand there" stunt in mid sidewalk. The arrangement that I was walking toward the blonde who was closest, and then the browner, or perhaps in my cynical code, the double browner (Asian woman in brown coat) was standing there to have me pass between them while both were standing still.
1725h
I went to my gym class and back, a 30 minute walk each way, and the usual 500 to 1,000 gangstalking vehicles were arranged in color and vehicle style formations. I got a four freak foursome in my class, Mr. Ethnic Gut in yellow, Mr. New Bald in a burgundy sweater, Mr. Alkie, the seeming ex-alcoholic look of being exceptionally thin and drawn and Fat Boy who "happened" to arrive behind me one block away and tail me inside. He must of been teleported as it was very windy and he was on plastic bag duty, carrying one that somehow got within 4' before I heard the bag flapping. This is nothing new to have assholes arrive on my tail from nowhere, inside or outside. They all "happened" to converge on me when I was in the change room, attempting to get the fuck out of there, having been gangstalked the entire time, though not as bad as some times. No one was planted beside me doing nothing but look around, an improvement of a kind.
The walk there and back was beset by my own "mini-wind", extra gales that are contained around me, and me alone. And that wasn't enough, as they then scripted blowing rain around me too, even if there was none falling on the incessant vehicles that were passing by. As an added measure, there were significant wet patches of sidewalk that the perps kept wet all day, while elsewhere was dry. They put a rain on first thing this morning before I set off, and that was the putative "cause" for wet patches even if there had been sun and wind since then. After seeing so many of the tricks that go down, I don't believe much of what I see has a conventional basis for happening.
The ambulatory gangstalkers on the street were place to come out of a shaded lighting condition as they were within 8' of approaching me. This was so consistent that it doesn't surprise me, especially the games that go on with manipulation of lighting, vehicle and skin tone colors. My native Indian woman vagrant act was in place again when coming back, bumming from stopped vehicles at the traffic control. After having brown colored jackets twice last week, she was in a grey coat today. Only in perpland do the seeming vagrants go through three coat changes in a week.
I had a party of 30 Asian women "happening" to be walking altogether on the sidewalk pass me by. The seemed to have been let off the bus at a bus stop and then filed toward me, crossing paths at a sidewalk (concrete) street (ashspalt) interface. Regular readers will know how beserk the perps are about studying me with respect to these materials, so having a swarm at this location does not surprise me. And it was no surprise there was a surfeit of Asian women at the gym when I got there, even monopolizing the usual equipment I work out on.
And I was the recipient of a new harassment method; whistling that seemed to come from a close source, say 15' or less, and yet there was no one there to at least pretend to be doing so. This is radical departure from the perp's usual extra-conventional harassment games, as they have rarely gone public with such a blatant stunt. It happened twice while I was walking back from the gym. I get plenty of this noise from the street where there is at least the cover story that it is from someone I cannot see, but today's unabashed noise insertion suggests more harassment without ostensible cause.
1935h
Back to the above mentioned wallet issue. As an aside, the perps have pulled off about 15 wallet thefts since I began to carry one some 40 years ago. In some situations they stole it from my jacket at work immediately following loading up on cash at the ATM. This was at my worksite, and I never left the area except for a 3 minute visitation to the washroom, and yet it was mysteriously gone. I could never figure out how someone could of followed me and then somehow loitered unseen in an office building ready to pounce at the one free moment. But as I have had many other wallet thefts and "misplacings" where it could not be found, it all makes sense when one understands that objects can be manipulated and dematerialized from a distance. Or, alternately, one's mental faculties can be readily dithered to "lose" it somehow.
When I walk to the gym and yoga I wear my track pants, with the wallet in a zippered front pocket. Invariably I take it out and lock it up or have it within my sight so the wallet isn't flopping around as I work out. I would imagine that the perps' fascination with my wallet, its contents, and the colors and materials of all contained objects extends to having it elsewhere than my right back pocket, and this "alternative" suits them fine, as they haven't stolen it since 2004. In the latter instance, someone phoned me some 6 months later and claimed to have found it in the bush, without the money of course. That one probably cost me $200. This serves only as a record of the perps' fixation with my wallet, and hopefully as a warning to all TI's that they could have theirs stolen to facilitate the perps' research agenda.
2300h
I spent some time looking at Infra Red (IR) cameras and sensors. This has been a perps sponsored "interest" since the harassment began, and I supect that it serves their needs more than mine. (The remote TV control sends and IR beam, and lo, if about 80% of the time my parents don't walk in front of the TV immediately before or after I use the remote control). This interest in IR began because I read that the US Homeland Security (keeping residents in maybe?) has put out a ban on mere mortals acquiring IR cameras, per this link from Earthfiles. It could all be made up to instignate my "interest", but I would not be surprised. Some of my photography has picked up some interesting anomalies, but I never could get into IR sensitive film as the perps had damaged my film camera by then. That might be all academic as it appears that Kodak is not making IR sensitive film any more.
Time to call this day done, and ponder tonight's tossing and turning imposition. Last night, the perps kept me up for an hour before allowing sleep, plying me with noise from outside and then flipping my head to each side countless times.
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